#figuring out what the hell is going on between these two

[mentalbreakdownsarenormal]

"The carefree shamelessness of a kid." That... entirely recontextualizes her relationship with Lancer in chapter 1, doesn't it.

(Long rant about the two under the cut)

I mean, consider what chapter 1 must have been like for her. The human freak she hates has just caught her eating school property, and if they report it it'd be the last straw that gets her expelled. Considering what she said to them in The_Newist_Girl post, they will probably do so immediately and remorselessly. It is only because of their mother and her kindness towards her that she doesn't cause a major incident on the spot. She begrudgingly agrees to just get some more chalk and head back to class.

(She also drops the line "If you haven't gotten it by now... Your choices don't matter" which uh. Speaking of internalization.)

Of course, it isn't that simple. The closet is both impossibly dark and impossibly big. And when the two of them go to leave, the door is slammed in her face and locked. The floor collapses under her and she falls through. The drop is impossibly far.

She wakes up in a new world that does not make sense. The first person (barring the freak) she sees starts shooting at the two of them. She finds an entire abandoned town, complete with a castle. And, perhaps the strangest thing of all, she meets a hooded figure who tells her about a prophecy. One she is a part of.

One that calls her a hero.

She doesn't believe it. When asked to accept her destiny as one of the Delta Warriors, she refuses. The hooded guy is knocked away by a kid on a bike. And he's the first person to finally give her a clear answer when she asks a question.

"Who the hell are you?"

"I'm... The Bad Guy!"

This is the first and only thing she has understood in the last few hours. He's a bad guy. He's getting in her way. Someone's getting beat up. After the fight, two facts make themselves clear. One, she needs to go east. Two, people are gonna try and stop her.

So she goes, alone, and makes herself a menace of the enemies. Beats them up, steals their stuff, and other sorts of things you would do in a normal RPG. That's what the enemies are for, after all. Why would she be nice to someone trying to kill her. Eventually, she's blocked by a door she can't open alone until the other nerds show up. She needs to follow them, but like hell she's actually gonna help them or change her behavior at all. There's no point. Kris and Ralsei are good and she's bad. They fell right into their roles, being all nice and stuff, but she's not like them. She can't think of anything good to say about someone trying to kill them like they can. She isn't delicate. She isn't skilled at anything. But she can smash things. And so smash things she shall. Just like she always has, and just like she always will. Don't know why anyone's expecting anything else.

She won't, she can't grow as a person like they can, not now not ever.

Susie's arc where she grows as a person begins after two rooms. It's the scene where Lancer mistakes Susie trying to intimidate him as advice on how to be scary and thanks her for it. His praise surprises her and having someone who appreciates her motivates her to become better. That's the basic reading anyway. But in hindsight...

Lancer is a child. A young child. Why? Lancer's age, for the most part, is irrelevant to his character. If you wanted him to parallel Susie, why not write him to be the same age as everyone else? How does the relationship between the two of them benefit from Susie needing to babysit the kid half the time they hang out?

She's his mentor. The one she never had herself. Lancer is bad at being scary. His evil laugh sounds like a baby Santa Claus. He has no idea what he's doing, he's just trying to be "scary and badass" like his dad. And it just so happens being scary is one of the few things Susie knows how to be "good" at. And with that in mind, Susie's words suddenly take on a whole new meaning.

Susie interrupts with a single word. "Stop." What Susie says next, about wannabe tough guys and bitten faces isn't her trying to scare him. It's her trying to crush him. The same way she was when she tried to play. You need to stop because you're bad, now here's someone who can do it better. But unlike back then, the person who told the kid to stop was the better person. The kid got the chance to see it be done properly and was told what exactly needed improvement.

And the next time they meet, Lancer acts far more intimidating. He's still not good, to be sure, but he did improve. He then immediately asks for feedback to try to improve more. He doesn't even have guys, he just wanted to practice.

And this shatters Susie's world view. This kid, this young, carefree kid who's just playing around improves. The kid who's the only person around she could understand or relate to, the kid who introduced himself as "the bad guy" *improved*. Whatever was wrong with this kid that made him a bad guy, that made him an outcast, didn't end up mattering. The support around him did.

In the very same scene Lancer shows improvement, he realizes your team doesn't have a name. To fix this, he asks everyone to drop a name in his bucket to be randomly selected. Kris doesn't and they "look like they don't care." But Susie does add a name. She might not put a lot of effort into it, but she plays along. Susie, who walked through puzzles, who disobeyed commands, who left the party behind, who repeatedly complains about you being slow, who refused help stop the very world from ending, put a name in the bucket.

And in every following scene the two are together, she encourages everything he does.

She expected to be able to play it because she was. She wasn't trying to be good: she liked the piano and she wanted to play it, so she did. Playing for the sake of playing with the carefree shamelessness of a kid.

But because someone thought she was "bad", they told her to stop. It's a role she's been assigned all her life. Without explanation, without justification, without fault, something as inherent to her as her voice, her claws, her skin.

So she internalized it. "Good" must be a role too, right? No one's ever cared enough to teach her about practice or training or perseverance. "Good" is something Susie would simply never get to be.

[cherrychilli]

18+ Eddie Munson x f! reader, idiot friends to lovers, not exactly a meet cute because they already know each other but it's also not not a naughty little meet cute if you get me, face sitting, 69 just not in the way you might think(yet), lots of horny flirting, mentions of blood, minor injury and one tiny meta reference I couldn't help but slip in. WC: 2K

Say what you will about Carol Perkins but the girl's got one hell of an arm. You stare with simmering contempt in your eyes at your purse wedged between the branches of an old, towering hickory several many feet above your head.

You're not surprised by it though. You expected some kind of retaliation after your little spat when you caught her trying to shoplift lip gloss at the cosmetics counter you worked at.

Word travelled fast after that, everyone snickering about how she tried to pull a Winona. Unfortunately for you, the incident wasn't enough to make her swear off five finger discounts. Her sticky little fingers managed to get hold of your purse when you had your back turned for only a few seconds the next day, a crudely scrawled note left behind which read, Come to the woods behind the school if you want your knock off Gucci back.

So you went there anticipating some fight club type of shit to go down. You really couldn't rule that out with a person like Carol, an old school bully to many who went to Hawkins High, especially those unlucky enough to have actually felt the fiery sting of her open palm against their cheek.

Only you were kind of looking forward to this meeting. Now a graduate and a little fired up yourself, you didn't need to worry about anything like a potential expulsion if you were to strike her back, fixing the rings on your fingers so that if you needed to, you could scratch open her chin when you uppercut the bitch.

But Carol wasn't there, a little to your disappointment. Only her handiwork left behind for you to deal with.

So now here you were, a crackling carpet of brittle yellowed and browned leaves crunching under your converse as you try to figure out the best way to go about retrieving your purse, hoping she hadn't also swiped any of the money inside it.

Looking around, you can't seem to spot a stick long enough to try and dislodge it, all of them far too short and skinny like bony witch fingers. The few rocks you try to aim at the thing missed every time too, purse still firmly in place.

So, you knew what needed to be done.

It's been a while since you last scaled a tree but you haven't forgotten how, hiking the skirt of your flared midi dress higher up your thighs while you reach for the closest branch, dry bark crumbling in your palms.

You're as careful as can be, taking your time to test every branch before you bear your full weight down on it, winding your way higher and higher up the thick gray trunk as you remind yourself to not look down.

Sweat beads down your back making your dress stick to your skin and your hands began to feel raw halfway through the climb so the relief you feel when you finally reach your purse is immense. Freeing one hand to pop open the clasp, you're able to confirm that Carol had in fact pinched a 50 which you very much intend to get back with interest before you toss her purse into the middle of lovers lake.

Clamping your teeth down on your purse, you begin your descent, following the exact path you took to get up it only you make it just a few inches lower when you hear a distinct dry snap followed by the shifty sound of footsteps. Two sets of footsteps making their way through the fallen leaves in fact.

Quietly, you sit yourself down on a thick branch that looks strong enough to hold you up, your legs dangling as you try to remain hidden behind the greener leaves yet to turn a shriveled yellow and break off from its branches. The thought of being caught like this is something you're not keen on. Especially at the risk of giving whoever it is an unobstructed up skirt view of your panties.

You hold your breath until they comes into view, recognition dawning on you when you set your eyes on the familiar combo of leather and denim and a very distinct tumbleweed of wild hair.

Eddie Munson, your old classmate and some letter jacket meat slab following in tow. The two of them sit across from each other at the formerly vacant wooden table and bench below, the tinny sound of Eddie's lunchbox echoing all the way up to your ears when he sets it down between them.

You watch quietly and closely at them going back and forth when Eddie quotes his price for a considerably large portion of the devil's lettuce all wrapped up in a thin, flimsy little plastic bag, a little amused seeing him all business and no jokes or smiles. There must be a party happening tonight, you deduce, that much weed too much for just the one person, even for a guy as big and hulking as Eddie's new customer.

The meat slab is the first to leave after digging through his pockets for a few extra dollars until Eddie hands him the stuff, trudging away through the crisp layer of dried up leaves until his footsteps turn muffled and then completely silent to let you know that he's no longer in the woods.

Eddie lingers for a few moments, apparently in no kind of rush as he takes his time closing up the lunch box, pulling out a cigarette and lighter as he gets up from the bench, just about to pass by your tree when-

crack!

The branch you'd perched yourself on wasn't as strong as you thought it to be when it snaps, a choked scream stuck in your throat with your teeth still wrapped around your purse when you lose your balance, your eyes squeezing shut as you plummet.

The impact knocks the wind out of you at first. Luckily you hadn't hit any of the other branches on your way down but a pulsing dull ache weaves it's way through your muscles, your palms and knees dirty and scraped up but your face seems to have landed on something much softer.

When you try to pick yourself up, you find yourself face to face with a pair of black denim jeans, the zipper somehow upside down as your hands press down on a pair of meaty thighs while you try to steady yourself.

You rock back just a bit, still trying to figure it all out with your head all spinny when feel your clothed pussy come to rest on something hard, a puff of hot air blown right into your panties with a muffled exclamation sounding out.

The way you scramble away is almost comical, so frantic like a severed gecko's tail when you figure out that you'd fallen right on top of Eddie, your face in his crotch and his in yours.

"Oh my god oh my god, I didn't mean to- are you okay? Eddie I'm so sorry!"

He's far less jittery than you are, propping himself up on his elbows with a little groan, leaves tangled in his hair, his lunchbox knocked onto its side behind him. The fall had made him bite his cigarette in two, one end lying on the forest floor before it's joined by the other when Eddie spits it out of his mouth. You manage to find his lighter nearby, picking it up and handing it back to him.

"Still in one piece", he pats his chest and he huffs a laugh, placing the lighter back inside his jacket pocket. "Could get used to this. It's not everyday that it rains pretty women."

The flirt. Just as he'd been with you in high school though you're not sure whether to be charmed or embarrassed given the circumstances. So both emotions manage to sneak in before you can decide on which one.

"I- my purse- Carol, see she tried to shoplift, right? I caught her and so my purse-", you find it just behind you, holding it up in front of Eddie's face as you continue to explain. "She lifted it before I could notice and she tossed it all the way up there," you point up at the spot you fell down from. "I slipped. I tried to stay quiet while you were busy but the branch broke and my foot slipped and..."

And what? "I'm sorry I sat on your face, Eddie? It won't happen again?" God, you felt so stupid right now.

"Woah woah, take a breath. It's not like I'm going to press charges or anything", he assures you.

You knew he wouldn't do anything of the sort. Eddie was always nice to you. Still is it seems, even after you so rudely and abruptly body slammed into him so damn hard. Maybe your luck's starting to turn. Or maybe it's just because he's in a good mood after a big sale... Yeah, that must be it.

Feeling a little better about the whole thing, you manage to get yourself back on to your feet even if a little unsteadily, holding a hand out to Eddie so you can help him up too. He accepts it at first but when his eyes fall to your knees his hand slips free from yours.

"You're bleeding", he notices.

Looking down, you see that he's right, two open cuts on both knees. Nothing serious but the blood is yet to clot, trailing down your legs in thin red lines and staining your socks.

You don't have anything on you to help dab it with, looking around when Eddie begins to shed his denim vest.

"It's clean, promise. Took it out of the laundry this morning"

The gesture is so sweet, watching him attentively as he kneels at your feet. You attempt to help too, picking the leaves out of his hair because it's the least you could do while he carefully cleans away the dirt on your skin. The feeling of his hand wrapping around your calf to steady himself is nice too, pressing the denim against your wounds so gently that you barely hiss at the sting.

"Doesn't look too bad. That's a good thing. You always had nice legs".

Your face could not feel any hotter than it already feels right now. At this angle, he might even be able to catch another glimpse or two up your skirt again but this time you don't mind at all. He's earned it.

"Thanks", you tell him with a smile, your toes curling in your socks because there's something so nice about being taken care of after the the whole thing with Carol that it makes you want to shiver with delight.

In the past you knew not to take him too seriously just in case he was only being nice to you but at the same time, Eddie was never one to be shy or less than honest about what he thought or said. Maybe you just had trouble accepting that and in turn, accepting that you were more than deserving of that kind of attention.

"You shouldn't be walking around like this. I could give you a ride if you're cool with that", he offers when he looks back up at you, the deep brown of his eyes now a light cinnamon with the sun spilling down on his face from between the branches.

"Yeah, I'd really appreciate that", you accept eagerly.

The drive back to yours is more than pleasant, though you'd never actually lost touch it was nice for two high school friends like you to reconnect on a new level. Eddie even joins you in trashing Carol a bit too though now you feel you might actually owe that thieving venom spitting cobra of a woman a little thank you.

What were the chances of this all happening? the both of you in the same place at the same time, your branch giving way the exact moment he got closer to you? no sooner, no later. Whatever the reason might be, today feels kind of special.

"Sorry I messed up your vest", you hold up the bloody thing tentatively when he pulls up outside your house.

"You kidding? 's the best its ever looked. Pretty hardcore"

You giggle at that, part of you realizing that you don't want to leave his van, trying to stall and find a reason to stay a little longer and keep whatever this is becoming going.

Eddie looks back at you pensively as you do so.

He doesn't want you to leave either. He thinks about how absurdly fast he'd gone from securing a deal like any other day to having his nose buried in your panties out of nowhere. If he doesn't act just as fast he might never get this opportunity again.

"Y' know, I wouldn't mind seeing even more of you next time", he smiles, somehow coming on more sweetly suave than sleazy like you would find any other man who would say so.

"Eddie Munson, you hound", you play scold him back, swatting him gently on the arm. Any excuse to touch him. You can't help noticing how nice and firm it feels under that dark layer of leather.

Honestly, Eddie's a little surprised himself that his charm's actually working too but manages to keep it up.

"So, what do you say? dinner? movie?", he suggests hopefully.

"Sure. Dinner, movie and then, when you come back to mine, maybe we can pick up where we left off from when I was on top of you", you wink back.

[bewitched-hours]

Hello there ! first of al you are realy cool writet:D

and second of all can l have small request so l have idea fantasy!forsaken /Yan!azuretime ×lapis lazuli reader like reader is a water gem robloxian and live in water towers whit their kind and azure and two time meet whit them by accident and fall in love whit reader (reader have same traumas like lapis lazuli)

Gonna be honest, I genuinely had trouble reading this but I'll still happily do it! And thanks for the compliment! I love Steven Universe so this is gonna be a lot of fun!

Reader gets She/Her-

Being a gem was never easy.

Sure, your kind were adored for keeping this world in such great condition and bringing balance to the elements but...

Sometimes it got overwhelming.

That's why you preferred your time in the water towers you made with your fellow water gems. You could hide from the public there and relax... Usually.

Hell, you didn't even mind the occasional visitors if they were being polite but maybe that's why you ended up in a mirror.

No... Who were you kidding... You had no fault in this.

It was all the gem war that started this. A war where all of gemkind were wrapped into the chaos and had to choose between fighting and fleeing.

But you took too long to choose and ended up sealed into your gem form to be put into a mirror and show the holder whatever they want from a moment in history.

You never forgot... And you wanted out...

You've been held by many people, told to show them different points in time which forced you to relive those memories even if you weren't apart of them initially.

You figured you could finally rest when you were hidden away from prying eyes and left in darkness after a crack in your gem messed with your abilities. They finally grew tired of you not functioning and left you to rot in your own abyss...

Naturally, it was a shock to see another face again. Much less that of a regular robloxian.

You were confused at first, trying to figure out how much time had passed as they called out to someone to take a better look at your current form.

They creeped you out a bit but you'd take any chance for freedom you could get. You just had to wait and spend enough time with them to hopefully form your own sentences to communicate.

You fortunately- or unfortunately- knew you couldn't access the long-forgotten history anymore. There was no more torture but also no way to call for help because you just knew if you had called for help when you could, those who knew would've only punished you for being unruly.

"Azure! Come look at this!" Two Time called out as they held your prison of polished silver with a reflective metal framed with turtle shell and gold. Back in the times where this mirror was made, it could've sold for a lot. It gave you an odd sense of pride back then.

Another face came into view before both of them seemed to admire your little prison... If only they knew...

Regardless, you were patient. You watched whatever the mirror allowed you to see as they took you away and brought you to a small cabin by the ocean.

Although they didn't place you in a way where you could see the waves, hearing them was just as comfortable as you allowed them to inspect your gem.

"I wonder what happened..." Azure muttered.

Oh, you would've happily shown them the war that happened after robloxians got a little too greedy and decided to spark a war between gems... But alas...

"Well, we could try to get it out but it seems stuck pretty deep... It would sell better after being repaired." Two Time's words stuck to you like a needle. They didn't know you were alive but thinking of being sold was... Unpleasant...

It was over the span of the next few days where you could capture enough from them to start your plan.

It started small, grabbing their attention by butting into their conversation with a suggestion you picked up from Azure, using their own morning greetings to wish them a good morning, that stuff.

Once they actually began talking to you did things go quicker.

They'd learn fast that you can only repeat back what they've indirectly taught you and they tried to use that to figure out more about you. It wasn't too surprising but you've been able to explain you were the gem on the back of the mirror and that you needed to be freed.

You promised them you'd do anything for your freedom and they agreed to talk about your end of the deal once you were out. You couldn't thank them enough for it.

Maybe you should've never asked them in the first place. Just stay quiet and wait for another century or two. It would've been easy.

But no, you were too eager to move again.

The real story started when they finally got you out. They somehow managed to put in enough force but still be as careful as ever when they pulled you out and you were able to reform. You didn't have any pupils because your gem was still cracked so your eyes were a little more reflective.

"Oh, thank you! Thank you!" You practically rushed to see them up close and show them your gratitude. "I-I can finally move! I can see freely!"

You spun around and materialized your water wings to make sure your gem was still properly intact.

But you didn't forget your end of the deal.

"What can I do to show my gratitude?" You smiled softly, not realizing they had both been mesmerized by your beauty and quietly agreed on something while you had been spinning and looking at the stars.

"We want you to stay with us." Were the words that sealed your fate. Innocent at first glance and you were too overwhelmed with the feeling of freedom to really deny.

With a simple handshake, your fate was sealed and you were effectively bound to them until the day they'd die.

You could still be around the cabin and play with the water like you used to but they were patient in showing you why they wanted you to stay with them.

From the moment they laid their eyes on you, it was an obsession. They wanted to be the only ones admiring your beauty and gentle nature but they didn't want you to get scared or lose your smile.

It started with convincing you that you would be taken away and tortured if you were found out along with some convenient coincidences where strangers were being pushy with you and they stepped in to protect you... It just helped that you had a more timid nature with strangers now that you were out and vulnerable again.

Then it evolved into little affectionate gestures and convincing you they wanted to make you feel safe and comfortable even though you couldn't figure out where other gems were.

Eventually they even had you convinced that any gems spotted were crushed and turned into jewelry, which further aided in keeping you dependant on them.

It was through all that, all their work, that eventually got them to their goal when you confessed you've felt a strong draw to them and they were quick to reciprocate. It made your heart flutter and you never once considered questioning them, making their prepared excuses for nothing.

Although, you could've sworn that they'd whisper about their obsession with you whenever you dozed off... But they'd always tell you you must be hearing things...

If anyone picked up on the fact I used a mirror specifically from medieval times in this, you get a cookie (⸝⸝> ᴗ•⸝⸝)

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[hoondrop]

getting freaky in the shower with sunghoon

a/n: here you go anon,, you ask and I'll try to deliver 🫶🏻

The bathroom was still foggy when he yanked you in, the door barely clicking shut before he had you against the wall. His smirk was lazy, cocky, almost cruel.

“You think I didn’t notice the way you were looking at me all day?” he murmured, voice low and sharp in your ear as his hands slid under your shirt, yanking it up. “Walking around in that tight little top like you don’t know what it does to me. Poor baby… so desperate and dumb you probably thought I wouldn’t do anything about it.”

He drags his knuckles over your nipple slowly, deliberately, eyes dark and hungry as you gasp. “Sensitive already? Fuck—of course you are. You're always needy, aren’t you?”

The water's now hot as he pushes you backwards under the spray, not caring that your back hit the tile with a soft thud. “Look at you,” his lips curl up in a sneer. “Tits all wet for me." One hand squeezes the flesh, the other ghosting over your inner thigh. "I haven’t even touched your pussy yet and you're already shaking.”

His hand moves to cup your jaw, a silent order for you to keep your eyes trained on him. With his own predator like gaze locked with yours, he slowly descends to his knees, his fingers following the sides of your figure, a tantalizing touch.

He kisses the inside of your thigh like it was sacred, licking a slow, saliva coated stripe up your slit, groaning like he was starved. “Fucking hell… this pussy was made for me. You taste like heaven and sin all mixed together, sweetheart.”

You cry out when he finally buries that sinful tongue of his deep, licking into you like he's trying to ruin you from the inside out. He holds your thighs open with bruising grip, not giving you room to move—just to take it.

“Can’t even stay still, can you?” his muffled voice mocks between licks, lips slick with your arousal. “Dripping down my chin already. Fucking mess. Bet if I told you to beg right now, you’d do it with no hesitation.”

You choke out a moan, making him scoff — low and mean. “Knew it. You like being talked down to, don’t you? Get wet when I tell you you’re just a little toy for me to use?”

Continuing his ministrations on your squelching cunt, his tongue circles your clit, slow and relentless, two fingers sliding in with no mercy.

“Say it,” his growl echoes. “Say you’re just a hole for me. Say it while I’m making you cum.”

Your voice cracks.

“I’m… I’m just a hole for you, Sunghoon—fuck—”

“Good girl,” he snarls, his hand leaving an echoing and stinging smack on your thigh the second you try to close them at the overwhelming pleasure, curling his fingers. “Cum on my tongue. Now.”

And when you do cum for him, legs trembling, head thrown back, he moans like he's high off your taste. He stands up, lips shiny with your slick, grabbing your jaw in one rough hand.

“You’re gonna take my cock next,” he says, voice thick with hunger. “And you’re not gonna whine about how deep it is. You’ll take every inch like the pathetic little slut you are.”

The second you give him permission, he shoves you against the wall again, lining himself up and dragging his tip through your folds, slow and heavy.

“Open up, baby. Time to fuck that bratty attitude out of you.”

[writingoddess1125]

The Gremlin

Simon Ghost Riley x GNReader

Bored and Sick so quickly wrote this Goofy Shit

never proofread-

Kofi

Masterlist

Simon "Ghost" Riley was not one to talk about his personal life...

• The man was a brick wall with occasional dry jokes that seemed to randomly be blurted out.

• However there is one thing he has mentioned off hand a few times which always caught TF141 ear-

• The Gremlin-

• The first time was when the team was on a stakeout- When a novelty pillow could be seem that their target was lugging around. Simon giving a huff before mumbling-

"The Gremlin would like that.."

• Of course the team asked what the hell was 'The Gremlin'?

• But Just as fast as he had spoken, he had shut up about it once again.

• However he occasionally would mention them-

• Some ankle biting Gremlin that sounded like as much of a blessing as a curse to the LT.

• Everyone assumed it was like a dog or cat-

• Especially since whenever he mentioned them he would often mumble something before he would pocket something random.

• But they were wrong-

• All very very wrong

• It was Kyle of all people who found out about you.

• Having gone to a little novelty store in London- to waste his latest check

• Kyle was only there seeing how they had a new release of some games and Pokémon cards he likes to collect. Having it always best to go to this particular place since Scalpers missed it.

• He hadn't expected for while he was mid shopping and getting his latest price a Sandshrew that he had been eyeing to see his LT standing just across the store from him- with a person next to him??

• A er- Unique person at that? The jumper they were in wasn't the most flattering either seeing how it was well worn and loved-

• Like the crusty pajamas someone would wear at home- Not in a store in London or next to a Military man like Simon

• Who currently had his arms crossed like a big angry bear and lazily looking at you jumping around at a display excitedly.

Simon raised a brow as he looked at whatever the hell had caught your interest this time-

"This is a new one-" He huffed as he raised a brow at your newest little hyperfixation-

"Yeah, I saw it trending on Tumblr and think it's really interesting- That and.. You're not listening are you?-" You deadpan seeing Simon eyes glaze over ever so slightly as he chuckled and shook his head.

"Ya know I don't know about this artsy online sh't-"

A pout going over your lips as you poke a finger on his scarred cheek.

"Yeah and I don't care about Manchester United-"

"Manchester City.. Manchester City not United. There is a differ-" He stopped his mid rant when he saw your shit eating grin at having hit his own little hyperfixation.

"Touché"

The two of you giggle at this as you go back to examine the display case excitedly.

"Why don't you just get it Lov-"

"It's fucking expensive Si"

Rolling his eyes he hands over his wallet to you.

"Take the Card you fucking Gremlin...Get whatever this is-"

• Gaz jaw couldn't help but let his jaw drop a bit as he heard that last little bit-

• THIS WAS 'THE GREMLIN'!?

• The Gremlin was a person..

• Worse yet the Lieutenants spouse-

• After short bickering between you two, You fold and skip off with his wallet to go pay for the things you wanted- Leaving Simon waiting with his arms still crossed and shaking his head with a smirk on his lips

• Gaz who was still in a bit of shock trying to process what he had just saw realized he was still staring..

• Simon felt he was being stared at and caught Gaz who jumped at realizing he was caught.

• The air was now incredibly awkward as Simon looked over Gaz sharply as if trying to figure out why he was there..

•However that question was fairly quickly answered when he looked to his hands.

• Gaz felt his face warm a bit as he saw the man look and seeing the impressive stack of both video games and some Pokémon cards piled up in his basket and a single card in his hand with a plastic sleeve over it.

• Simon stared at Gaz, His face unreadable but his eyes said it all-

'Not a Fucking Word-'

• Gaz gaze a soft nod, shuffling a bit were he stood as he slid to the side to also go pay for his things.

• Feeling Simon watching him like a hawk to make sure Gaz got his shit and left.. Which he did so as fast as possible- and ran out of the store as well.

• Internally he was wanting to rush to the team to tell them about you-

• This crusty ass person who was raiding a novelty store and had the Infamous 'Ghost' at their fingertips

Or

• Keep his lips sealed-

• One of which protected him from suffering the wrath of the man who could probably throw his black ass off a roof without a second though

...

• Yeah fuck that- He's keeping his mouth sealed on this one..

Besides

• Now he has an excuse to go to the Novelty store more and maybe just maybe even make a friend without death included if he was smart...

Only If you like Pokémon cards...

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

Slight mature theme (mention of sex) so I'm putting 18+ just to be safe ❤️

❤️

Part one Winter + Spring ❄️🌼

Summer ✨☀️

Summer arrives and with it comes the guilt and missing Eddie. Thoughts niggle at you when you're trying to relax or keep busy, you miss your friendship with Eddie and don't understand where everything went wrong.

Why was Eddie so against Matt?

Speaking of Matt, the two of you had gone on a few dates, but all you can think about is Eddie. It's not fair to Matt; he seems like a nice guy, and you push yourself to try with him.

On one of your dates to Family Video to pick up some movies Eddie is there with Dustin and Nancy for the usual Friday movie night. Of course, Eddie is stubborn and you're stubborn, so neither of you makes a move to say anything. All Eddie does is glare at Matt like he's some sort of upside-down hell creature.

Robin rolls her eyes at him and sings songs under her breath. It sounds a lot like she's saying Eddie is jealous, but that's completely ridiculous because he's with Chrissy, and why can he have a girlfriend but you can't date anyone? He was infuriating.

It doesn't stop the hollow feeling in your chest when you leave, you miss him, and if you just turned back for one second, then you'd see his sad face watching you go.

Not long after that you find out that Eddie was right from the start that Matt was a player. You see him on a date while you're out with Robin and Nancy for the day, and you can't believe you were so stupid.

You get out of the relationship super quickly and don't even look back when you walk away from Matt.

You so don't have time for shit like this.

Soon after you find out from Dustin that Chrissy and Eddie have broken up. Despite being mad at him you'd never have him face heartache alone.

So you arm yourself with Eddie's favourite candy and head to his new place. When you knock on the door he tells "Dustin, dude. I'm okay. Will you stop bugging me every minute kid. I'm fine"

"It's me, Ed," you answer back, and suddenly the door is wrenched open, and you're lifted off your feet into a bear hug.

"I missed you, so much princess" he mumbles into your hair and you melt into him, tears roll down your cheeks and you peer at him sadly.

"I'm so sorry Eddie, I heard about you and Chrissy too, I came straight here when I heard" he shakes his head and holds you close.

"Don't. Don't apologise, I was a dickhead, this was on me, I've been trying to find the right way to apologise for ages and honestly Chrissy and I broke up like two months ago. I just didn't want to say anything to Dustin or the gang straight away, that little shit hasn't left me alone since" he says this with a fond smile and your heart does a little flip, fuck. He was so sweet with Dustin and the kids.

"So is that why you were so grumpy about Matt?" you ask, curious, but don't understand why Eddie's cheeks go pink.

"Uh no. The break-up with Chrissy was pretty mutual, she kinda helped me realise something big..." He trails off but he's still blushing a little bit which is cute but you don't have a clue what he's talking about.

What did Chrissy help him realise? You mull over it but decide to figure it out another day.

"How is Matt?" It seems like he forces the words out and you sigh and cuddle close to him.

"Oh he's an asshole, you were right Eddie. He was a player, I'm sorry I didn't realise that when you said"

Eddie's scowling but you know he's not mad at you and he makes his feelings loud and clear.

"You're too good for him. He's a douchebag to two time you, doesn't know what an amazing lady he has princess" flushed at his praise you kiss his cheek.

You were here now with Eddie and you weren't letting anything come between your friendship again.

Autumn. 🍁🍂

Turns out you figure it out fairly quickly, even if it seems unbelievable to you. At first, you deny it because there's no way Eddie was falling for you. Absolutely no way.

But the signs are hard to ignore. He blushes when you're near, you've made him speechless twice, and Eddie has never been speechless or one to blush in his life. He's nervous, and while he's always a gentleman, you notice it a lot more in the little things he does for you.

When you're together, he wears aftershave, and one time he brings flowers he picked for you, he looked so sweet and bashful handing them over. It was so cute.

It gets to the point where the tension between you two is at breaking point and you can't deny it any longer. It's just who will make the first move.

Eddie is the one who steps up It's late and raining when he drives you to his after Hellfire to watch a movie. He's more fidgety than usual and you can tell something is bothering him.

"Hey princess?" You turn back to him, and he strides up to you, takes your face between his hands and cradles it so gently. Then he kisses you, and it's cliche, but it feels like fireworks and fate. Both of you are dazed and smiling at each other like goofballs when you part.

The two of you only part from your giddy bubble when the door opens and Wayne comes out, he smirks and nods to Eddie.

"Well about damn time boy, thought you were never gonna work up the courage, lovesick fool" Eddie hides his face in your hair and you fight the giggles at his pouty face.

"So that's what Chrissy helped you realise?" You know it's true but it's nice to hear it all the same.

"Kinda hard to be with someone when you're in love with your best friend and she was still in love with Jason" oh shit. Well there it was.

The two of you make love on a cold autumn night after binge watching your favourite Halloween movies, It's full of giddiness and joy and just...

"You know I love you, too, right? I always have" his answering smile is beautiful and he kisses you again, says I love you repeatedly.

After that, the two of you enjoy pumpkin picking dates, trying to make your own cookies which Eddie burns on the first try but perfects them the second time, movie nights, nights stargazing in his van.

finally.

In fact, that's the first thing Dustin says when he walks in on you and Eddie cuddling on the sofa just before a Hellfire session.

"We weren't that obvious were we?" Eddie asks you but before you can answer Dustin butts into the conversation.

"Dude, even Mike noticed and he's the most oblivious guy I know" You stifle a smile and hide your face in Eddie's chest, just listening to Mike and Dustin argue and Eddie and Lucas trying to calm them down enough to start the new Hellfire session.

Life was good.

❤️

"But I think I love fall most of all" 🍂🍁

[idanceuntilidie]

Friendly Rivalry

Yandere perfect student x fem(?) reader

AUTHORS NOTE; So this was inspired by that drama I watched by the same title that had some yuri and I was like oh my god! So i whipped something up with that in mind. The reader is implied to be a girl BUT there are no prononus used besides you and such so maybe it can be still considere gn? anyway enjoy cus I sure as hell making a part two.

Remember your breathing exercises? Breathe in, hold, count to 7 and then let go. Now do it enough so you won’t get dizzy later. Your luggage shuffles across the sidewalk. Despite being small it's terribly heavy, it hit your legs on multiple occasions now and you wish you had someone to drive you. No matter, you followed the navigation motivated to get to your destination. After 20 minutes or so you finally arrive at Marble Hills High School The most prestigious highschool in the country for girls. Not many get into this school. You have to be either exceptionally smart or wealthy. It took a lot of work, sweat and restless nights.  You were first in every single class, a shining example to your fellow peers. People treat you differently once you start getting good grades. Yet you wanted more, the high from achievements was not enough. Finally you tried transferring to Marble Hills and by some divine luck you got accepted. With shaky hands you watched as people passed you by, blurring into a blue swarm with pristine uniforms. You can even smell how much money they have. You briefly looked at your shorts and sweater, sadly you were sticking like a sore thumb. You can’t help but sigh, standing makes you more obvious. Slowly you shuffled along, luggage in hand trying to maneuver between people finally seeing clearing at the main building. God finally. You almost ran to the front desk, with the biggest yet polite smile you could muster only to be met with a wall. The woman at the desk had the most obvious scowl the world has ever seen. Oh this will be good. She barely looked at you before saying. “The community college is 10 minutes away.” She admired her red nails. “Well actually..” “Yes?” “I am the transfer, I-” “Oh, it’s you huh?” she finally looked at you, sharp green eyes looking you up and down, finally meeting your eyes and staring into your soul. She didn’t even look away before handing you a schedule that might as well could be a colour wheel. “Your class is 3B, the next building over. Don’t be late.” she hissed and went back to admiring her nails. Your soul might have left at this point as you took the paper in your sweaty hands. Well these years will be lovely.

⊹ ࣪ ˖ In and out. You didn’t manage to get into the dorms in time so still, you were stuck in your casual clothes sitting in a room with a bunch of people chattering away. They eyed you briefly, before rolling their eyes and continuing to chat away. Still shaking you sat in the back, perfectly synchronising with the teacher who walked into the classroom. She was tall, looking just as sharp as the woman at the front desk. Her face barely showed any emotion as she spoke. “Welcome to another year, let’s start with what this school is expecting you all to complete this year.” Your hand moved swiftly along the paper, noting out the books you will need, important tests, mock exams. Finally it came to questions. “Miss! Which class is Vivianne in?” one of the girls squealed. “Pleaaase tell us?” another begged and soon more and more girls chimed in. The teacher only sighed, as she looked at them. Nodding her in disapproval of their behaviour. When she tried to speak a soft knock came at the door, before it opened and a very stunning girl came through. Her soft black hair swayed as she walked in. Somehow her figure made the uniform look good, and her eyes made you pause. You were almost sure her eyes were black until a small ray sun hit them. So in fact they were warm chocolate perfectly matching her olive complexion. It doesn’t take a genius to piece the puzzle together, this is probably; Vivianne. You did see her name pop up a lot while roaming through the halls, most noticeably on the board that showed the prides of the school and all of the achievements. Finally you saw her face to complete the full mental image. “Hello fellow classmates” Vivian Ashworth smiled, yet it didn’t reach her eyes who were empty despite the warm feeling. “Finally, is the ceremony over?” The teacher looked at the girl. She nodded, tucking hair behind her ear. “Good, I expect great things from you this year Vivianne.” Finally the girls probably came to realise their idol came to class with them. They yelled, squealed and some even begged for her to sit with her. You watch this ordeal, wiping off your clammy hands against your shorts. Vivianne looked at the class with a polite smile, probably scanning it for the perfect seat. At some point you locked your eyes with her, the interaction made your breath hitch. Something shined in her eyes now, despite looking empty just a few minutes earlier. She didn’t listen to the begging and pleading and walked to you. Her perfectly manicured hand stretched out to you. Oh, oh no. “Hi I am Vivianne.” she beamed, “Can I sit next to you?” You blinked at her, once, twice. Yet she still had her hand out, smiling cheerfully. She still existed. Begrudgingly you shook her hand, already feeling the stares and the radiating hate. She sat next to you and proceeded to talk your ear off about everything and nothing while you tried not to notice her hand reaching for your thigh under the desk.

God, this will be a long, long day. ⊹ ࣪ ˖

Your shoulder slammed into the bathroom stall. You recognised one of them, she sat in front of you, patting the place next to her saying to Vivianne how she saved it just for her. Next to her were two other girls, they didn't look too delighted to be there.

“Hey transfer student.” she smiled sweetly, her nails dug into your shoulder painfully. “I see Vivianne chose you this year huh? What do you want for changing seats?”

“Wow, buying your way again Abby?” one of the girls laughed

“You are just jealous, you can’t do it too.” Abby hissed.

“Cat got your tongue transfer student?”  the third girl hummed as she played with your hair.

You were still against the stalls, good thing everything is so clean here, otherwise you might have thrown up.

“Name your price” Abby spoke again, finally letting go of your shoulder. “Unlike you I can buy anything, just say what you want.”

“If that was the case you would buy better make up, the zit on your forehead is distracting.” You hummed, rubbing your shoulder. Abby's face went red, while the other girls laughed.

“Okay, I can do that. I will think of what you can pay me back with.”

“Listen here little bitch,” Red faced Abby hissed through her teeth. “Don’t get too cocky now, I eat whores like you for breakfast and-”

The bathroom door opened up with a bang and you barely registered who came in before you were pulled out of the room. You felt like your arm was going to pop out of its socket with how much force you were yanked away from the conversation. Honestly you liked the little showdown so this was disappointing.

Viviann smiled proudly as she dragged you through the halls, her hand was soft and despite looking fragile her grip was tight. The students who saw you two were shocked to say the least but still moved away to make way for you two.

“My God Y/N, I couldn’t find you,” the girl giggled “Were you hiding from me? I wanted to eat lunch with you!”

Your mind was blurring but you nodded, letting her drag you away. You did feel like anything you would say wouldn’t change her mind. Amongst the chaos in your head only one thought remained clear. What the hell is happening?

[gwenie-creates]

It's The End Of The World, But All I See Is You

A Zombie Apocalypse Au

read on ao3 here!

Chapter Three

Max stomped into the office, angrily pushing open the door. “What the hell do you think you’re doing making Oscar sleep in Lando’s room!?” he shouted, pointing an accusatory finger at Lewis’ chest. Lewis stood up from where he had been leaning against the big wooden desk and knocked Max’s hand away. The others held their breaths, eyes nervously flickering between the two. 

“Max,” Charles warned, grabbing Max’s shoulder and trying to pull him back. Max shrugged off his hand, stepping closer and getting in Lewis’ face. “I told you I didn’t want Lando around Oscar, and what do you do? You go and make them room together!” 

“Max,” Lewis started, voice dangerously calm. “Get your hand out of my face.” The room had gone deathly silent. Everyone held their breaths, eyes locked on the two, waiting to see what they would do. Max‘s face twitched, his other hand curled into a fist but he stepped back. Everyone let out sighs of relief.

“Thank god we sent the younger ones to bed already,” Carlos whispered, shaking his head. 

Daniel nodded, “That would have scared the shit out of Lando.” 

“Enough,” Lewis said, turning to look at Carlos and Daniel. Their mouths snapped shut and the rest of the room went silent once again. “Now,” Lewis said, turning back towards Max. “Lando is the only person in this house who doesn’t share a room,” Max opened his mouth to interrupt but Lewis held his hand up, silencing him. “As I was saying, Lando is the only one who doesn’t share a room so he has space while the rest of us don’t. And yes, he doesn’t share his room for good reason but we are running low on space Max. There was nowhere else for Oscar to sleep with Logan in the living room so Seb has easy access and the rest of us already doubled up. Oscar’s around Lando’s age, it’s not like I just let some random fifty year old man sleep in the same room as you little brother.” 

Max stiffened, “Still, I don’t want Oscar around him.” 

“Well, Max, I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but they’re living here now so it’s gonna be pretty hard to keep them separated,” Daniel said. 

Nico elbowed him. “Don’t provoke him.” 

Kimi shook his head, annoyed. “I think we have bigger things to worry about than Lando sharing a room with Oscar.” 

Seb nodded, “Kimi’s right, Oscar told us about a group of scavengers who attacked them and burned down their village. I think that’s definitely more important than who’s sleeping with who.” 

“Wait, what!?” Max asked, expression changing from a scowl to a look of utter confusion. 

“Right, you were upstairs with Lando,” Lewis mumbled under his breath before turning towards Max. “Oscar was telling us how Logan got his injury. Apparently, they were attacked by this group of men– scavengers, who had burned down their village a couple of months earlier.”

“Do you think they’ll come for us?” Max asked. 

“I don’t know,” Lewis replied. “There’s no way to know but I think we need to start being more vigilant. Keep an eye out for anyone suspicious, up our defenses and security, and also keep a better eye on the younger ones. I don’t want them going anywhere alone where they could be found vulnerable.” Everyone nodded in agreement. The thought of any of the younger members of their little group– even the new additions– getting injured horrified them. 

Seb hummed in agreement, eye catching the clock on the desk. “We should head to bed. It’s late and we all need to be up early tomorrow.” The others didn’t need to be told twice, they all shuffled towards the door, save Max, Charles, and Lewis. Seb paused in the doorway, sending Lewis a questioning look, ‘do you want me to stay too?’. Lewis shook his head, motioning for Sebastian to continue towards his bedroom. 

Once the room was empty, Max spoke. “I don’t want Oscar in his room. I’m serious Lewis.” 

Lewis sighed heavily. “I mean if it bothers you that much, I can try to figure out some sort of arrangement. But someone is going to have to room with him and the others aren’t going to want to change up their rooming situations. They’ve been the same since we first got here.” 

“Just let it be, Max,” Charles tried, voice tired and eyes longingly looking towards the door, begging to escape to their room and finally lie down. 

“No, I told you I don’t want him corrupting Lando’s innocence,” Max said, stubbornly crossing his arms. 

Lewis sighed even louder. “Is that what this is seriously about? Max, they’ve barely known each other, they aren’t going to do anything.” 

Charles threw his hands up, “Thank youuu.” he said, dragging out the end of the ‘you’. “I said the exact same thing but he was all–” 

“You guys didn’t see how Oscar was looking at him. I just know he’s going to try something.” Max interrupted. 

“–That,” Charles motioned towards Max. “He’s being ridiculous with these conspiracies.” 

“They aren’t conspiracies!” 

“Ehhh, they kind of are,” Lewis said, shaking his head. “Max, I’m sure Lando doesn’t even know what sex is. Have you had that talk with him yet?” 

Max shook his head. “No, I’ve never had a reason to.” 

“Reason to!? Max, he's a teenage boy!” Charles said incredulously. 

Max shrugged, “He doesn’t need to know about that kind of stuff. He’s doing just fine without that knowledge and I’d like it to stay that way.” 

Lewis rolled his eyes. “This is ridiculous. Max, if he doesn’t even know anything about that kind of stuff why are you worried?” 

“Because!” He paused, moving his hands around angrily. “He’s more susceptible to being corrupted! Oscar might try something with him while they’re alone we don’t know!” Max’s voice rose in volume the more he spoke. 

Charles smacked his chest, “Shut up!” he hissed. “You’re going to wake the whole damn house with your ridiculousness.”

“Max,” Lewis started, “I don’t think you have anything to worry about, but if it bothers you this much we can figure something out tomorrow. It’s late and I would actually like to get some sleep tonight. God knows tomorrow is going to be a disaster.” 

Max nodded, happy that Lewis was giving in. “Ok, fine.” 

Charles rolled his eyes. “Let’s go to bed,” he didn’t let Max reply, grabbing his arm and pulling them towards his bedroom. “I don’t know why you’re so worried, Lando sleeps in here with us ninety percent of the time anyways.” Charles opened their bedroom door, dragged them inside, and walked over to the bed. 

“I just don’t want anything to happen to him. He doesn’t need to lose his innocence. He’s too young.” 

Charles shook his head tiredly, “Max, you're going to have to have some kind of conversation about these kinds of things with him soon. I’m sure he’s got questions, I mean he’s a sixteen year old boy. Sure, he’s kind of a late bloomer but there’s no way he hasn’t noticed… things,” Charles paused, motioning towards his body before continuing, “changing.” 

Max groaned, sitting down on the bed and dropping his face into his hands. “Oh. My. God.” 

Charles continued, ignoring Max. “I’m sure someone else could do it if you really didn’t want to but Lando would probably prefer it to be you. It’ll still be awkward as hell either way, but can you imagine Lewis giving you the sex talk?” Max shuddered. “Or Kimi?” 

“Stop. Please stop,” Max begged. 

Charles fixed him with a look. “I will if you stop being weird about Oscar. Either have that talk with Lando or let them be. Oscar’s here now, whether you like it or not, and he’s the closest one to Lando’s age. Well, both him and Logan are, so look at this like it’s a good thing. Lando will finally have someone his age to just be kids with.” 

Max sighed nodding. “Ok, I guess.” 

“I would still have that talk though.” 

“Oh my god, stop, I’m begging you!” Max shoved Charles’ arm. 

Charles moved away, crossing his arms across his chest. “I don’t care how much I love you or your brother. I’m not giving him the ‘your bodies changing’ and the ‘birds and the bees’ talk just because you're too scared. I may help raise that little gremlin, but this is one thing I will definitely be missing out on.” 

Max gave him a look and Charles knew then and there that he was fucked. Fuck, I’m going to have to give him the sex talk. Goddammit! 

***

Oscar awoke to the harsh sound of coughing. He quickly sat up, eyes scanning the dark room, trying to remember where he was. That’s when he remembered. Remembered being attacked by the scavengers, then the Walkers, then running into Max, Lando, and Charles, and being brought back to their house. Ok, but where am I no– another harsh cough penetrated the silence. Oscar startled, who? Oh shit, Lando! 

Oscar quickly got up from his bed, crossing the room so he stood by Lando’s bed. Lando was sitting up, sheets pooled low around his waist, and coughing harshly into his fist. “Shit, are you ok?” Oscar asked, awkwardly placing his hand on Lando’s shoulder. 

Lando didn’t respond, his body being wracked with another crippling cough, shaking his entire frame. The coughing fit lasted for around twenty seconds before it finally stopped. Lando sat back, looking up at Oscar with watery eyes. 

“It–it hurts,” His voice sounded wrecked, and his body shook. 

“What? What hurts, Lando?” Oscar asked, frantic. 

“My-my–” he paused, another rasping cough leaving his lips. “My throat and chest,” His voice broke and he moved a hand to rub at his aching chest. 

“Ok, ok, umm” Oscar looked around the room unsure what to do. He looked for a bottle of water but came up empty. “Umm, do you want me to go get Max?” 

Lando nodded, breaking into another coughing fit, causing more tears to stream down his cheeks from the force. “Ok, I’ll be right back, alright?” Oscar asked, waiting for Lando to nod before he exited the room, taking two stairs at a time. Sure, he’d seen plenty of people sick before, but Lando seemed to be in so much pain. His face would screw up painfully with each cough. Even his breathing had started to sound painful. His chest wheezing with every breath. 

When Oscar made it to the bottom of the stairs he stood there lost. Shit, I don’t know where anyone’s room is. He didn’t want to go banging on every door until he found Max, but if that’s what he had to do to make sure Lando was alright he would. Just as Oscar moved to go down the left hallway a voice broke the silence, making him jump. 

“Oscar?” 

Oscar spun around, nearly giving himself whiplash. Seb stood there, wet rag in hand and a confused look on his face. “What are you doing down here? You should be sleeping.” 

Oscar stood there, all words escaping him before a harsh cough flooded down the stairs. 

“Wha–” 

“It’s Lando,” Oscar rushed out. “He-he’s sick. Or, I don’t know but he won’t stop coughing. He said it hurts so I told him I’d go get Max for him but…” Oscar trailed off. Seb seemed to understand that he didn’t know his way around yet so he wasn’t sure where Max’s room was. 

“That’s sweet of you Oscar, but let’s not worry about Max.” Seb moved around him, already halfway up the stairs before what he said had registered in Oscar’s brain. 

“What? But Lando wanted–” 

“I know, but he always wants Max. Never met clingier siblings than those two.” Seb had made it to the top of the stairs. He entered the room, eyes immediately landing on Lando who was still sitting in the middle of his bed. “Oh, you poor thing.” Seb walked over to him, pressing the back of his hand to Lando’s forehead. “Shit, he’s really warm.” Oscar stood by the door, lost and unsure how to help. 

“But you can fix him, right? Like you fixed Logan.” 

 Seb glanced at him. “Well, one, these are completely different circumstances, and two, Logan doesn’t have an autoimmune disease.” 

“What does that–” 

“It basically means he gets sick much easier and much worse than the rest of us.” He paused, using his hand to wipe away the tears clinging to Lando’s cheeks. “Oscar said that you said ‘it hurts’, where does it hurt?” 

Lando pointed to his chest, and then his throat. He opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted by another coughing fit. 

Seb pursed his lips together. “Ok, ok shit.” 

“What? What is it?” Oscar asked, getting increasingly more worried as the minutes passed. 

Seb sighed, “It might be pneumonia.” 

“Is-is that bad? I don’t know what that is.” Oscar’s voice was becoming more panicked, mind racing.

“Well, it’s not great. He’ll take much longer to recover. Depends on how bad, but could be a few weeks to even a few months. We don’t have any more antibiotics so we’ll have to treat it without meds.” 

“Can’t you go get more?” 

Seb shook his head, “That’s why they were in the woods today. They were supposed to go to the local apothecary and stock up on meds but apparently they weren't home.” Seb sighed, eyes moving from Oscar back to Lando who was half leaning into his hand, nearly asleep. “He wasn’t even supposed to be out there today. It was just supposed to be Max and Charles, but he had begged and begged, said he’d be fine, and was completely recovered from his last illness. I should have listened to Max.” 

Oscar stood there, unsure what to say. He anxiously fiddled with the drawstrings of his borrowed sweatpants. “Should we wake Max?” As if Lando had heard him, he startled out of his half-asleep state and started aggressively coughing. His chest heaved as cough after cough ripped from his lips. 

Seb quickly moved, using one hand to rub Lando’s back and the other to feel his temperature again. “Fuck, I think he’s getting warmer. Shit, ok yeah, we need to get Max.” 

“Should…” Oscar motioned towards the door. 

“No,” Seb shook his head. “You don’t know where any of their rooms are. Here, just stay with Lando and make sure he keeps breathing, ok?” Oscar nodded and traded spots with Seb who quickly exited the room, nearly running down the stairs. Oscar stood next to Lando who drowsily leaned into him. His eyes had started to water again from the harsh coughing. Oscar stood there silently, listening to Lando’s ragged breathing and harsh coughs. 

Soon the sound of frantic footsteps broke the silence. The whole house seemed to be awake. Seb’s voice throwing orders around and the sound of heavy footsteps running up the stairs filled the air. Max skidded to a stop at the door, having run up the stairs with Charles close on his heels. When he spotted Oscar his frown deepened. He made a shooing motion and replaced Oscar, sitting down on the bed instead of just standing by it. 

Charles glanced at Oscar, giving him a small smile before joining Max. He mumbled softly in French, reaching out to card his hand through Lando’s sweaty curls. Lando leaned into it, blinking open his watery eyes and shivering. 

“Are you cold?” Max asked, “Do you want me to go get you one of my sweatshirts?” Lando shook his head, grabbing Max’s hand, silently begging him not to leave. 

The sound of more footsteps broke the silence. Lewis and Seb entered the room, hushed whispers coming to a stop when their eyes landed on Lando. 

“Hey buddy,” Lewis said, stepping closer and ruffling Lando’s sweat-damped curls. Seb held out the glass of water towards Max. 

“He needs to drink this. If he gets dehydrated we’ll have ourselves a whole other set of problems.” Max nodded, accepting it with a small ‘thank you’ before turning back towards Lando. 

Lewis turned towards Oscar, expression sympathetic. “Do you want to go sleep in one of our rooms? It won’t be very quiet in here for a while so you could go sleep in one of our beds or the living room with Logan. Kimi’s starting a fire so it’s pretty warm down there.” 

Oscar took a moment to respond, unsure. “Ummm,” 

“Most of the house will be awake now, but the younger ones like Alex and George are going to go back to bed since they can’t really help out, you’re welcome to do the same thing. You must be exhausted after yesterday and hardly getting any sleep.” Seb said.

Oscar’s eyes flickered towards where Lando was surrounded by Max and Charles. Charles was rubbing his back while Max was trying to convince him to drink some of the water. Seb was right, there wasn’t anything for him to do here. He’d only be in the way, and Logan probably needed him. 

“Ok,” Oscar said. 

“Ok?” Seb asked, eyebrows raised as if he had expected Oscar to put up more of a fight. Oscar nodded, Lewis moved towards him offering to help him get set up in the living room and saying that he would see what they had left for medicines. 

Oscar gave Lando one last glance, an odd ache in his chest. He’d only just met Lando, but for some reason, he’d felt the need to bundle him up in a blanket and protect him from all the bad things the world had to offer. If only he could protect him from this sickness.

If only. 

[sunshine-on-marz]

Rub it in their face (put a rock on her hand)

JJ Maybank x Reader

In which: JJ proposes to his kook!girlfriend

Warnings: Kelce is kinnda creep (sorry bud you’re the only kook with a name and no major plot details)

JJ knew he was in over his head when he asked you out two years ago, and the last thing he expected was for you to actually agree to go out with him. But you did. Infront of all of your kook friends who still think you’re crazy for choosing treasure hunts and pouge hangouts over fancy parties in the figure 8. You wouldn’t trade it for the world though. You never once regretted it—well that’s not true—you regretted it whenever you thought you might lose JJ. When he fell overboard while you guys were trying to get the cross or when he was stabbed in Morocco, those were the times when you questioned if all this was worth it, but luckily he survived, and now you got to have days like today.

You and the pouges were all on the beach, it was originally just you, Kiara, and Cleo—all taking a break after waking up early to feed the bait fish and tend to the garden—but slowly the rest of the group trickled in. The seven of you had been out there a while by the time the kooks show up, parking their loud trucks uncomfortably close to you guys. You debated ignoring them, but you were friends with some of those girls and knew that they had no part in their peers acting like assholes.

“I’m gonna go say hi, Phoebe and Ella are over there” you say to JJ as you get up from your towel. JJ nods in acknowledgment, mumbling what you assume to be ‘have fun’.

“What’s she doing?” Kiara asks as you walk towards the kooks.

“She’s got friends over there” JJ says, “I’ve met ‘em, they’re pretty chill for a couple of Kooks. Real dramatic though” he shrugs.

“Oh she’s friends with Ella and Phoebe?” Sarah asks “I hung out with them in middle school.”

JJ laughs a bit as he looks over at you, “I’m pretty sure she’s friends with the entire island.” Right as he begun to look away he catches a glimpse of Kelce’s hand on your shoulder. That gets his attention. “The hell is he doing?”

The pouges watch as your face shifts from surprise to discomfort as you look at Kelce and his friends, who’re all laughing and drunk. Kelce places a hand on your hip and tugs you closer, an action that you immediately pull away from. “Should we do something?” Pope asks, but JJ’s already half way over to you, pushing through the small crowd.

“Hey, wanna watch your fuckin’ hands around my girlfriend?” JJ asks as he pushes Kelce away from you. This is gonna be bad and you know it.

“The hell is your problem man? We were just talking” Kelce says back, “what? You worried if you don’t lock her down she’ll come running back to the figure 8?”

You can see it on JJ’s face that he’s hardly holding it together. “JJ let’s just go” you say as you put a hand on his shoulder “he’s not worth it, baby, cmon”

“Yea, baby, go on” Kelce shoos him away, not realizing how lucky he is that JJ knows you hate fights. “Oh and,” Kelce calls your name but you ignore him, trying to get JJ as far away from him as possible, “I’ll be here when you need a man who can actually take care of you.” That does it. JJ breaks away from you and turns to sock Kelce in the jaw. John B and Pope manage to run over and pull him back before he deals too much damage, but you know that this will still probably result in a talk with Shoupe.

“Talk to her like that again Kelce and I swear you won’t live to tell the tale” JJ spits as he’s pulled away from the fight. You trail not far behind John B and Pope, hoping to serve as some kind of barrier between your boyfriend and the people you used to consider your friends.

“Are you okay?” You ask JJ as you sat in the back of the Twinkie and cleaned up his bloody hands and busted lip.

“I’m alright, mama” he said, his voice low and calm, like he always got when he knew you were worried about him, he reached up to cup your cheek “‘m always alright with you around”

You pursed your lips to keep from smiling too hard. “You shouldn’t have fought him” you scold, but it’s half heated as you lean into his touch. “They’re gonna bring that video to Shoupe and you’re gonna have to deal with him.”

“I can handle Shoupe, pretty girl, don’t worry about it” he says as he watches you pull away to pick up the first aid kit. “Am I all better doc?” You laugh, nodding as you follow him out of the van.

You head back over to Sarah, Cleo, and Kie who are all deep into conversation about what color to paint the laundry room, everyone having decided a few days prior that it needed to be redone, but before you could sit down you felt a tap on your shoulder, as you turned you saw JJ on one knee, holding a ring that was everything you’d ever dreamed of.

You name falls off of JJ’s tongue like it’s something holy, and for him it kind of was. He rarely even said your first name, always opting for a nickname or something more affectionate, let alone your full name. But now he was, and with the intensity of a man who has never wanted anything more in his life than the woman right infront of him, he started his proposal. “You are the best thing to ever happen to me. Ever. And I’ve known that since day one. I asked you to be mine infront of people who gave you every reason not to be, and you said yes anyway. For the past two years I’ve watched you light up every room you’ve walked into, and not just every room, but every moment, and I can’t imagine a life without that. Or without you, and your smile and your laugh and your heart. So, will you marry me?”

It feels like you can’t breathe, like all the air was sucked from your lungs and replaced by butterflies. “JJ..” you tear up as you try and take a deep breath, completely forgetting you had a question to answer

“Is it a yes?” JJ asks, his voice patient even despite his nerves.

“Yes” you nod as happy tears stream down your cheeks. JJ tackles you in a hug, laughing as the two of you fall into the sand and your friends erupt into cheers. He sits up next to you and puts the ring on your finger, you hold out your hand infront of you. “Jayj this is beautiful, how on earth did you afford- JJ did you steal this?” You ask, whisper-yelling the last part.

“Jeez give me some credit mama, I had a job for a while there, I just saved up” he says, but you don’t quite believe him yet, “scouts honor” he says, holding up a two finger salute as he leaned over to kiss your cheek “it’s all yours baby. Couldn’t have you walkin’ around with something stolen on your hand, couldn’t we?”

You hold your hand out again, watching the diamond sparkle in the sun light, “I guess not” you smile.

“Thank god you finally grew a pair” Kiara says from behind you.

“Yea, we were getting tired of keeping your little secret, boy” Cleo chimed in. You laugh and kiss JJ before rushing over to the girls where you all promptly burst into squeals and giggles. JJ walks over to Pope and John B.

“You really did it man” John B says as he puts a hand on JJ’s shoulder

“I really did” JJ sighs contently, staring at you as you beamed.

“I was starting to think you were gonna hold onto that ring forever” Pope says, JJ waves him off

“I just- I needed the right time” JJ said as he crossed his arms against his chest and leaned onto the Twinkie

“And right after you beat up a kook felt romantic enough for you?” Pope laughs

“I dunno man, it felt right” JJ says, and Pope holds up his hands with an expression that reads ‘if it works it works’

You’d barley had a minute to process the fact that you’re now engaged before a round of slow claps came from Kelce, “way to show off JJ, we’ll see how long it lasts before she decides slumming it ain’t her style” he smirked as he got in his truck and drove away.

You didn’t even spare Kelce a glance, your head snapping towards JJ, “leave it. Don’t give him what he wants Jayj” your voice is stern and steady, and he realizes all over again why he wants to marry you.

He walks over and kisses you again “you’re like my damn anchor” he hums, you lean your head on his shoulder and hum as he rests his hands on your hips, tracing shapes into your back “can’t believe I get to marry you.”

You lean back just enough to smile up at him, “JJ we’re engaged” you beam, “we’re fiancés”

“You’re gonna be my wife” he says as he leans down to kiss you, and when he pulls away he has a wicked grin “She’s gonna be my wife!” He screams loud enough that you’re pretty sure the people golfing at the country club can hear. Your friends erupt into cheers as you and JJ soak it all in. Soak each other in. There was never any doubt that you’d be together forever, but it sure was nice to have a ring to show for it.

WOOOOOO i actually really really like this and hope yall do too! I’ve got one other JJ fic in the works and some ideas brewing for part three of she sells seashells but if you wanna see more jj from me please send a request my way!

I hope yall enjoy! Love you to the moon and to Saturn!

[bckybrnss]

it hurts my stomach // dean winchester x reader

summary • you wonder if your relationship with dean has officially run it’s course pairing • dean winchester x fem!reader warnings • angst with no happy ending, breakups/separation, dean’s been distant for a while, he’s kind of a dick in this one, dean & reader are falling out of love with each other, pain, overall very sad stuff, emotionally checked out of the relationship genre • angst word count • 1271 notes • stomach by aly & aj came up on shuffle and the idea hit me like a vision i immediately had to get this out simply for the line “i just can’t stomach being your ex-wife”

The boys were participating in their normal brotherly bickering. Dean, ever the grumpy of the two, was going on and on about how things went south on a hunt. Sam, the usual voice of reason between the two, was reassuring him that it was no big deal since the job still got done. You hated when they would bicker regardless of how big or small the issue was, usually being the one to constantly remind them that they were being stupid and ‘the only two I know who can say that they’ve literally been to hell and back for each other’.

It was silly really, feeling as if you had to test the waters almost three years into the relationship. The Dean you first met would’ve gotten a kick out of your silly puns and one-liners, it was one of the many reasons he fell in love with you in the first place. You were the comedic relief to Sam’s nagging, the one who kept him sane in the early days.

The motel room was thick with tension long after the argument had settled. It was mostly on Dean’s end, as Sam had gone on a walk to give his brother the space he needed. Dean was laying against the pillows, gaze fixed on whatever nonsense he could find on television to distract himself. He was halfway through a case of beer when you got out of the shower, figuring he must have made a quick store run while you were mid-hair routine.

It was an unspoken rule that whenever Dean made a store run that he would always make sure you got something sweet. Cookies, candy — hell, even the donuts in the convenience store display case would satisfy you. It’s been a long enough tradition that he couldn’t justify breaking that habit, going as far as putting his pride to the side after arguments and complicated hunts to come back with a bag of your favorite snacks.

That’s why it stung so much more to see the empty beer bottles on the nightstand next to him.

Normally after a hunt he’d be all over you, Sam giving you the space to make up for lost time much like he was tonight. Right now, it felt as if approaching Dean was the equivalent of detonating a bomb. He barely glanced your way as you made your way over to your side of the shared bed, shuffling closer to him as you settled under the blankets.

You could handle an angry Dean on a regular basis. Grumpy should’ve been his middle name with his constant bad moods, but you were the calm to his storm. This was nothing new for you.

Right?

“Did I ever tell you about the bossy man who walked into the bar?” You break the silence, matching your boyfriend’s gaze on the television. He muttered what sounded like a ‘No’ before taking a sip from a freshly opened bottle.

Now, make that four bottles on the nightstand. Two remaining in the carrier. You braced yourself for what came next.

“He ordered everyone around.”

Silence. Not even that smile where he pretends your jokes aren’t funny even though he’s crying with laughter on the inside.

A few years ago Dean would’ve laughed at your joke. Now you can’t help but feel as if you were the last person he wanted to be around. It was suddenly hard to breathe under the weight of the amulet around your neck.

“Dean… are you sure?” There’s a bewildered look on your face as he places the amulet in your hand, the one initially given to him by Sam.

“S’not like I’d let anyone else wear it.” Dean shrugs as he crouches down to your eye level, giving you a small smile. His arm wrapped around your shoulders as he held you close to his side. “I’m not afraid to let the world know that you’re my girl, either.”

“You’re such a sap.” You giggle, playfully swatting his chest before draping the necklace in place. Dean couldn’t help the smile that crossed his face.

“Only for you.” He teases in return. “It’s something until I can get a ring, but you’re it for me.”

You suddenly felt sick to your stomach at the memory. The thought of Dean, your rock, your protector, becoming a stranger had become the reality in recent months. The hunts were longer, the communication slowed, the affection disappeared, and intimacy was nonexistent. It wasn’t fair to you to always feel like the only one in this relationship.

Most of your time was spent in whatever motel room the boys scammed themselves into for the night. Dean didn’t want you on hunts unless it was absolutely necessary for you to be in their line of sight, so the most action you saw on a regular basis was walking to the closest diner for a bite to eat; sometimes ordering to-go so you could go watch whatever was on television as a way to entertain yourself. It used to be like clockwork — Sam would take his nightly walks so you and Dean could make up for lost time, but as of late it seemed like he preferred to catch up with a case of beer.

Dean takes one last swig of the bottle before wiping his mouth and standing, turning to grab his jacket and keys while mumbling some sort of goodbye under his breath, eventually exiting the motel room completely. The tears fall as soon as the door clicks and you’re left to cling onto one of the pillows for dear life, sobbing harder as his lingering scent hits your nostrils. You were hoping Sam would extend his walk and God knows wherever Dean went, not really wanting either Winchester to see you in your current state.

You found yourself at a crossroads. Was it still worth it to stay? Most of your relationship was spent on the road and living out of motels. Dean didn’t have the career path that would warrant him want to settle down long-term, and there’s no way you wouldn’t feel guilty for bringing a child into this lifestyle. It was sustainable in the early days when the two of you were younger, the combination of puppy love and high sex drives keeping you two attached at the hip. Now the two of you were getting older and you were wondering if it was ever going to be more than weapons, late night check-ins and random dive bars.

Would settling down even be the answer? There was a part of you that still yearned to be a wife and a mother, but you couldn’t live with yourself if you pulled Dean away from the only lifestyle he’d known. Realistically, he wouldn’t be able to be stationary for more than a few days at a time and he wouldn’t even know what to do with a pet, let alone a child. He’d get the itch to go back to hunting before the first box would get unpacked. You would never get that if you stayed and you loved Dean too much to just up and leave, but at some point you had to choose yourself.

Sam had beaten his older brother home, but you were gone before Dean had made it back. Packing everything into a bag you headed off to the nearest diner, grabbing a bite to eat before calling yourself a taxi. Your phone was going off with calls and texts from the Winchester boys, but your phone was on silent as the yellow cab drove you to the next town over.

[conelluwrites]

Poly Thangyu (Thanos/Nam-gyu) x Unspecified Reader

Warnings: Raw sex, Nam-gyu degrades you and Thanos

Other: Rewatching s1 rn, I miss you long haired Gi-hun, my beloved. I had to rewrite these cause Tumblr shit the bed. I obviously have a lot of thoughts on these two x reader

Words: 890

Requests open

Nam-gyu loves nothing more than to see you and Thanos worshipping his thick cock.  Thanos’ hand joining yours in cupping his heavy cum-filled balls.  Your lips moving up and down his shaft, tongues working in tandem around him.  His hands hold the backs of your heads, rutting himself between your lips.  Fuck he doesn’t want to cum, not yet, not like a damn idiot!  But he can’t hold back, not when you both look like a buncha sluts for him.  His cock pulses hard as his covers your faces in his thick cum while he smooshes your faces together in front of him.  God forbid you make out afterwards, swapping his cum back and forth.  It’s enough to make him hard again, er…  wish he could get hard again.  C’mon, don’t judge him!  He has a refractory period and-

Thanos is the glue that holds you three together.  He’s the one who brought it up to Nam-gyu, he’s the one who brought it up to you, and hell- he’s the one who dissolves disagreements!  He loves you both so much it sets his damn soul on fire!  You’re both his muse- his reason for sleeping and shitting and rapping.  He makes it obvious to people when you’re out public that he’s with the two of you, an arm over your shoulder or around your waist while slinging one over Nam-gyu.  It’s sweet, living like this.

He loves matching shirts, but it’s so hard to find one's for poly relationships!  He makes his own, no sweat.  He buys white shirts and dyes them himself in your favorite colors.  He writes on them with his shitty handwriting in puffy paint.  It’s hard to read, with him unable to erase the paint he just decides to cover up the writing by smearing puffy paint and trying again in a new color.  It’s not the prettiest, but he made it out of love!  Nam-gyu swears he won’t ever wear his, but he does.  He loves nothing more than to rub his fingers over the 3d paint while smoking.

Nam-gyu takes a bit to warm up to you, not that he hates you!  No, he could never, he’s had a crush on you for months now and now you’re a part of… of this!  He just hates the feeling of inadequacy.  He already hated the way men and women would gawk and fawn over Thanos, now he has to watch as men and women flock to you too- goddammit- it’s enough to make him angry enough to grab you both and drag you back home and remind you who you both belong to.  He’s never done it before, but he has definitely dragged Thanos away from a guy who was obnoxiously hitting on him and has sloppily made out with you to interrupt some woman who thought she had a chance with you- what a fucking joke.

When he does finally warm up to you, he’s like a damn puppy.  When Thanos is out of the house, it’s impossible to get away from him.  It would be annoying if it weren’t so damn cute.  His arms tight around your waist, walking step, step, step behind you.  His arm slung over your shoulder to hold you close to his body as you watch some dumb shit on the TV.  Anything to remind him that you’re here, you’re real, you’re not going anywhere.  When you and Thanos are both home together, oh man, he’s a real cutie.  While cuddling in bed he might prefer to be on the right or left, but just being on the couch he wants to be in the middle.  Wants to feel his beloveds so close to him.

Sex with both of them focused on you is always extremely passionate.  Clumsy hands at first from everyone, figuring out what feels the best for all of you at the same time.  It takes a few times, it doesn’t come together all at once.  But when you guys all get a hang of things?  Oh shit is it perfect.  Thanos cooing sweet nothings into the room while Nam-gyu grunts out rough degradation that sounds more like praise.  

“Tell us how much you like this, cariño, tell us how much you love us.”

“Yeah, you whore, tell us.  I- We need to hear it.”

Thanos loves seeing his precious loves spread out before him like a goddamn feast.  Both of you spread for him on the bed, whimpering and begging for his cock, his tongue, his fingers, his anything.  He can’t choose what he wants to do most, he’s a greedy, greedy man and if he could he’d do all three.  He knows he doesn’t have it in him though, it’s not possible with the way his cock is already throbbing just seeing the way Nam-gyu’s face is turning red in frustration and embarrassment and the way your eyes are practically begging for him to so much as brush your cheek.  When he finally decides what he wants- to taste you while he fucks Nam-gyu- he grunts while manuevering you two.  It’s annoying, but hey, he likes his loves to be spread like a porn.  He doesn’t care about holding back, how can he when Nam-gyu’s ass is squeezing his cock perfectly and you taste so damn devine.  Rest assured, he’ll make sure you both come for him afterwards.

[icycoldninja]

Do you do dead dove/yandere stuff? If so could you make a yandere!Vincent or yandere!Sephiroth x reader? The story would be different depending on the character you wanna do so...

For Vincent->

Slight angst but more obsessed- he never got over Lucrecia Crescent until reader came along or well he saw them nearly get killed by a group of people and defended them (they didn't know who it was because they had already passed out) after he killed the group off he left but always kept watch as a self assigning "bodyguard"

For Sephiroth->

Probably and preferably after Nibelheim because it makes more sense to me- either reader has been a past lover and they (hesitantly) moved on doing so Seph killed off every new lover (including those one-night stands/dates) until he finally confronted you OR reader never moved on after Sephiroth left and tried their best to find him reaching out to any and everyone + started having dreams about him and started rethinking on memories only to realize Sephiroth has been with them the whole time and eventually confronts them :3

Oh, I absolutely love the second idea for Sephiroth, hope you like how I wrote it!

Declaration (Yandere!Sephiroth x Reader)

Sephiroth had been your best friend from day one. You'd met as children, and the moment you made eye contact, there was a spark that had just flickered into existence and kept on burning for the rest of your lives. From that point on, you two were inseparable, both in combat and in your personal lives. You fought with your superiors so you could be placed in the same unit as him, and sometimes even smuggled each other into your rooms when one of you couldn't sleep.

As you got older, deeper and more profound feelings began to emerge within the both of you, and by the time he'd understood what this meant, (you figured it out a week or so before him) you'd kissed him. That first kiss between the two of you was one of millions you'd share across the span of several years, and while your life wasn't perfect, it was wonderful.

All of that suddenly came crashing to an end when you were all sent to Nibelheim. When he and Zack went to the reactor and discovered something that he wouldn't let you see, he started to grow more and more distant and listless. He went to the old mansion at the edge of town and practically boarded himself up in there; when you tried to see him, he only pushed you away. Still, you were faithful to your lover, and kept trying to get through to him, only to be given the cold shoulder.

Finally, all hell broke loose. Nibelheim was set ablaze, and Sephiroth disappeared without even coming to hug you goodbye. He always hugged you goodbye.

You tried to run into the flames and find Sephiroth, terrified for his safety, but the villagers who had barely made it out of there alive dragged you away with them, saying you were insane for trying to go back in. You fought to break free, yelling at them to mind their own business and let you go, but these people were simply too kind for their own good.

You never got to see Sephiroth again, and you spent every day since that moment mourning him, believing he'd died. You didn't want to at first, and stubbornly held onto the hope that he was still out there, probably lost and waiting for you to come and save him. You searched for him endlessly, talking to anyone who had even a hint of information, a trace of a lead, but after a few years, the pressure of life and your peers was starting to make you lose hope.

Once you started dreaming about him, it felt like you'd finally snapped.

"My love," He would whisper, unseen and barely heard. "I'm waiting."

At first you were sure it was just your imagination bringing your emotions into reality, but before long, you begun hearing his voice in your day to day life. In your waking hours. That's when you started to wonder if you were going insane.

Your life suddenly reduced to thinking about Sephiroth, dreaming about Sephiroth, replaying memories of your time together in your head, and hearing Sephiroth's voice randomly whisper into your ear. Ultimately, you couldn't take it anymore, and one night, as you struggled to fall asleep, you began thinking about how Sephiroth would have held you until you fell asleep, gently running his fingers through your hair and wishing you sweet dreams. You could feel him even now, his lips brushing against your cheek, his arms snaking around your waist to pull you closer, his legs intertwining with yours in an attempt to get as close as he could to you.

You sighed, moving to roll over, only to feel a sudden kiss on your lips. Your eyes shot open in shock, the first thing you see being those gorgeous green eyes, and an unbelievably familiar smirk.

"Hello, my love," He whispered, just like he had murmured into your ear for months on end now.

"Sephiroth!" You squealed, in both happiness and shock. "Wh—how—weren't you dead? You—were—they said you were dead."

"They were wrong," He replied, rolling you over fully so he could climb on top of you and cage you beneath him, his arms resting on either side of your head. "But you believed in me. Thank you."

"I always hoped you were out there," You mumbled, leaning up to kiss him. "I always hoped..."

"I have always been by your side," Sephiroth assured you cryptically, planting a kiss on the side of your neck in return. "In a sense, your faith kept me alive."

"I missed you so much," You all but sobbed, throwing your arms around his shoulders and pulling him as close as you could.

"There, there," He comforted you, brushing stray hairs away from your forehead, peppering the rest of your face with soft kisses before moving down to your neck, his kisses slowly turning into possessive, but loving bites. "No need to cry, my love, I am with you, and I always will be."

You didn't realize what his words meant at the time, as you believed his words were just a profession of his love for you, but they were more than that. They were a declaration of war against anyone else who would ever so much as look at you for the rest of your life.

[ziyechs]

joe'marr bengals reunion — a (somewhat) comprehensive timeline

1 — “have you spoken to the cincinnati bengals and what would it mean to reunite with joe burrow there?” — “i have talked to the bengals. i don’t know how many times i’ve talked to them though. but, me and joe, you know, i wouldn’t mind going back with joe. if we go back together we’re trying to do nothing but get back our chemistry and have some more fun.”

2 — “i'm really excited for this draft. i don't really know what's coming but, you know, if me and joe could get back to it... i’d love to have some fun with him again.”

3 — “i assume you'd be okay with a potential reunion in cincinnati if that were to happen?" — "yeah, i wouldn’t mind.”

4 — “me and joe talked about [a reunion] maybe like three, four times actually. we talked about it a good bit of times. he texted me this morning, just letting me know: ‘get your bags packed’, so i guess that meant that was gonna be the pick. i don’t know if that was a hint or what. so, he sent me that little text this morning, i was like ‘okay… i'm ready, bro’.”

5 — “what was your reaction like when he was lowkey recruiting you?” — “i actually was believing him sometimes, sometimes i was like ‘stop playing with me’ and sometimes i was just like ‘okay bro, i gotcha, i'm ready now’ so. i believed him this morning when he told me, you know, pack my bags. so that's when i finally was like: ‘yeah he might really be calling this’ so that's when i took his word.”

6 – “jimmy burrow, did joe tell you—he’s always been kind of coy about what he said to the bengals—did joe tell you that he wanted the bengals to select ja’marr?” — “yes, i think we figured that… and eventually… yes, he pretty much told us that he wanted ja’marr.”

7 — “it was like a week before the draft, ja'marr said: ‘dad, joe texted me.’ […] he didn't say what he said, you know. but he said: ‘joe just texted me’, [...] so he had talked to joe like... or texted with joe once or twice that week. and then he told me, he said: ‘dad, if i get with joe, we're gonna kill’ [...] so he was all excited about getting with joe.”

8 — “what was the first thing joe texted you when you got drafted by the bengals?” — “make sure your bag's packed and ready. yeah, that was what he told me.”

9 — “the cincinnati bengals are on the clock now. earlier that morning, i had got a text from joe. he said: hope your bags are packed. i know it's me, at the moment, that's what i'm saying to myself. i can't wait to be a part of it.”

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[isnt-that-wizardd]

there is just something about the difference between edwin's love interests and having the cat king's reaction to edwin in hell being "i'll be waiting when he gets back" vs charles "no version of this where i don't come get you" rowland convincing a powerful trans-dimensional being to open a door to hell just so he could get him back

i am insane

[ghostieblotts]

Okay @dr-docktor @szollibisz @smytherines thank you so much for being interested I wasn't expecting this fdkhghkks

So the reason I originally said "context it's in makes this kinda comical to say tbh" is because the au I was thinking of is in fact a My Little Pony au which I have been thinking about a lot over the past few days. (I am cringe and I am free.) Typical thing of me starting off making something just meant to be a silly quick exercise and getting completely side-tracked and taking some smaller/more specific things way too seriously.

I think I'm going to make a separate longer post now to talk about some of my ideas in more detail which you will be able to check out if you're interested, but the kinda tl;dr of the idea I'd had is this: if Curt is a pegasus in the au (which is a bit of a big 'if' - I have some fun ideas relating to it but they also require some pretty significant logistical wrangling in order to get them to work properly in a way that makes sense to me - I've also thought about the alternative of him being a unicorn), the Torture Tango presents an opportunity for Owen to specifically target Curt's wings - and if he really wanted to, he could probably do some permanent damage. And there are reasons not to have him do so (relating to the aforementioned logistical wrangling as well as things like when I would want certain pieces of information to be revealed in a hypothetical show format, whether this is too close to blowing Owen's cover, whether it properly works for/makes sense in the scene, and also whether it goes too far past a line that I don't know if Owen crosses in the show) but also. The possibility is there.

[tonycries]

Type Dangerous - R.S.

Synopsis. Five times Ryomen Sukuna’s “wingmanning” family is the biggest cóckbIock in existence, and the one time he finally gets what he wants - you, his nephew’s hot preschool teacher.

Pairing. Ryomen Sukuna x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem!teacher!reader, 5 + 1 things, Itadori family shenanigans, unckuna, he has the BIGGEST crush on you, making him blush, face-ríding, síxty-nine, Sukuna with tattoos, PÚSSYDRÚNK Sukuna, he goes feraI, p sIapping, p talking, he’s BIG, chokíng, tummy buIges, manhandIing, dúmbifícation, creampíes, through pantíes, cúmplay, slight bréeding, getting together, nosy families, lowkey crackfic, pet names, swéaring.

Word count. 12.6k

A/N. HEHE TOLD Y’ALL I’D WRITE IT…

“This is my uncle, he just got out of jail.”

“Hell yeah.” Not the most courteous introduction to Yuji’s wide-eyed lil’ friends - but if Jin had bugged n’ blackmailed him into picking the brat up from preschool today then he was going to make sure it never happens again.

And as Yuji starts swinging from Sukuna’s broad, beefy biceps, he grins at his miniature crowd. “He also has tattoos and likes to drink.”

“Hell yeah- don’t forget about the cars, twerp.” Sukuna’s nodding, breezing past the horrified faces of parents that tugged their children at least seven feet away. Seriously, how long was this teacher going to take? He could see your back hunched by another corner of the classroom, hugging a sniffly student goodbye.

“Oh yeah- and he likes driving fast and slashing tires.”

You straighten, probably hearing every word - not that he cared, Sukuna couldn’t imagine who’d want to be around this all day. “Hell ye- oh.”

Until you turned his way.

And Ryomen Sukuna feels his heart drop- right along with the muscular right arm that was stuck out for Yuji to climb all over like a handlebar. And with it, his nephew. 

Who seems quite disgruntled at his sudden meeting with the soft, padded floor of the preschool classroom, standing on his own two feet for the first time since Sukuna had arrived here. He furrows his light brows, “Hey- wha’s the big- oh! Teacher!”

Seems like it runs in the family, Sukuna muses - because all it takes is one glimpse of you starting to head their way before Yuji lights up as brightly as the Sun itself. And to Sukuna, whose nephew was a perpetual Christmas tree, it almost made him wish he wore his usual shades.

At least that would’ve hid the way his crimson eyes sweep up n’ down your figure, languidly. Breath stuttered, mouth partly agape. 

Sukuna’s utterly forgetting himself before he’s called out by one of Yuji’s friends- a squeaky, orange-haired girl no older than five. “Ewwww- why are you red?”

“Shut it, bob-cut.”

“So—” Perfect timing, you sidle up to the bustling little group right as Sukuna spits out the tail end of his sentence. A brow of yours raised, bob-cut? 

And oh- you’re even more perfect up close. Is it really too late for him to enroll in preschool? He didn’t see any age restrictions around, and he could count till ten, surely. Genuinely considering, he’s gulping at the way your pretty eyes narrow. “Jin’s not here today? Yuji, do you know this man?”

The boy in question bounces with excitement, “Of course! This is Sukuna, my uncle who just got out of jail and drives fast cars.”

“Ah- ahah.” Said Sukuna chuckles gingerly, eyes flitting between his beaming nephew and your blank expression. Finally settling on the kid, “Yuji! What have I told you about uh- the benefits of um- safe driving and caring for our fellow civilians on the road?”

And there was Sukuna’s first mistake - asking a question, because surely that was a sign for Yuji to nod solemnly. “That it’s for lame pussies who- mmpf!”

“Ah…” You blink.

The damage was already done- but Sukuna’s clapping a meaty palm over Yuji’s mouth already. Oh, he was smashing this kid’s iPad when they’re home. A thin line of nervous sweat beads down his temple as he stares up at you, “K-kids these days, right, ma’am?”

Yuji frowns, “But you do call them lame pussies who-”

“Yuji!”

“Right right, miss.” The lively girl from before - Kugisaki, he thinks her name was - latches onto your swaying skirts. “And he also likes to drink.”

“And slash tires.”

“Tuna mayo.” 

The crowd mercifully quietens down for a split-second. “…”

Until a grumpy black-haired boy peeks through his bangs at that last line, as if translating. “He says he also sets fires.”

Sukuna never said that - but he doesn’t get a single chance to say so. Too busy staring at the constant knit of your brows, the way your gaze was darting from the children to Sukuna like a tennis match, trying to bite back a smile. “I-is that so?”

“And he has a lotta tattoos.” Yuji pries off his uncle’s muffling palm, back to climbing him like his very own jungle gym. As if to prove his point, he pokes the bulging band of black ink that encircles Sukuna’s bicep. “See?”

And if he was any less devastated about making himself look like an absolute fool in front of his nephew’s pretty preschool teacher, then maybe he’d have noticed that look in your eyes. 

Maybe.

Maybe he’d have seen the slight glint in them as you followed Yuji’s pudgy, directing finger - from the wide tattoos at his biceps, to his wrist, to the circles peeking through Sukuna’s off-white undershirt. So tight that it was like the pale color was nearly painted onto him- if Itadori Jin was the sweet, soft single dad that was always early for pick-up, then Sukuna was just rugged. 

From the dishevelled state of his twinning rosy hair, to the studded piercing on his left earlobe, to the naturally-honed muscles that made him look hulking.

And it almost seemed like you were…checking him out? But surely that was a figment of Sukuna’s imagination, right? Right?

You’re nodding as Yuji looks to you impatiently for approval, “Why, you’re quite right, Yuji.” The corners of your glossed lips curl upwards as you turn to Sukuna - and he feels electricity pang down his body. “Uncles these days, huh?”

Ah, he was gone for. 

It was almost a comical sight, you’re thinking - such a large, towering man well over six feet, speechlessly gawking at you. Leaned forwards, ears red; barely even registering the way his nephew grabs onto the tufts of his coral pink hair like a horse- whispering for the rest of his friends to join in.

Kugisaki makes two treks grabbing onto his sides before she’s looking up and crinkling her nose, “Ew. You’re red again, Mr. Felon.”

“He’s not Mr. Felon, he’s Mr. Tire-slasher.”

Yuji shakes his head, “No, he’s Mr. Mugshot.” Seated upon Sukuna’s broad shoulders, the boy adjusts his body to stick a hand inside his backpack and search. “Would you like to see the mugshot, miss-”

“Okay, time for us to get home.” 

Firmly, Sukuna tries to shoo away the army of toddlers trying to climb him as gently as possible - only four glares, now that’s a record. Nephew still on his back, bag now wrestled into his hand and well away from where Yuji could procure any printouts of his (admittedly flattering) mugshot. 

He’s feeling his heartbeat pick up just a lil’ as he darts his eyes back to you, “I-it was just probation, by the way. Happened to slash some uh- tires…” 

“And also drive fast!” Yuji pipes up happily.

“…That too.” Grouchy face wincing at the amused smile on your face- goddammit he’s never going to be able to show his face here ever again. Sukuna simpers out a wave, making sure to flex his chiseled biceps at you ever-so-slightly - if he couldn’t keep reputation, at least he could make you stare. “See you ‘round, teach.”

“See you around, Mr. Mugshot.”

Fuck. 

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“I thought I said I’m not doing shit for the brat’s school again.” 

Jin patiently gestures for him to hush with the swearing in front of the gaggle of children, humming as he keeps handing out sugar cookies - half-off for dealing with Sukuna’s shoddy customer service. “Well, technically, we’re not in the preschool. We’re in the park.”

His younger brother seethes, flicking the ribbons of his pretty pink apron (Jin’s doing, of course.) “Having a damn bake sale-”

“Shush, Ryo. There are children around.”

“Exactly my point!” Was Sukuna the crazy one? He must be the crazy one. And he’s running a grumpy hand through his unruly pink locks- before remembering that one of those damn kids running around this bake sale had called him cotton-candy head and now he’s both irritated and unable to self-soothe.

It’d been Jin’s idea to drag him to the preschool bake sale, held at the nearby children’s park- something about raising money for a talent show.

Honestly, fuck talent shows. It didn’t even take two minutes surrounded by all the fanfare for him to have half the mind to eat those sweet treats himself and just leave-

“Oh hey, you’re Mr. Mugshot.” A little boy wearing a panda mask, one he’s never even seen before, points up at him and giggles as Sukuna glares. Did that nickname really spread?

He’s bending over their frilly pink stall with a damn good word or two about-

“Oh! Jin, thank you for coming.” Before he’s hearing the sound of the pearly gates of heaven, and an angel to accompany right along with it. You. Who’d silently meandered up to their cookie stand with an expression of both delight and concern. Your gorgeous mouth pursing as you stop to think, “And…Sukuna, right? Thank you, too, the children really appreciate the work you’re putting in.”

You remembered his name. He has to hold back a squeal. 

“A-ah, yeah- yeah! Of course, of course.” He’s swiftly leaning over the stall, arms crossed so that you can fully take in the way they streeetch his tight sleeveless turtleneck. 

In the faint distance - honestly, it feels like miles away - he’s hearing the panda-mask boy unsubtly whisper something to his father about how ‘Mr. Mugshot has turned red.’ 

Not! Obviously not- smooth. Ryomen Sukuna is supposed to be smooth, and he’s desperately attacking his features into something that resembles suave nonchalance. “I’m a…real philanthropic type of guy, y’know?” Cocking his head with a smug grin, “So, you come ‘round here often?”

You’re smirking, your giggle sounding like his favorite song. “Well, it is my preschool class.”

Ah, shit. His eyes widen just a fraction, right. 

Scoffing, “Tch, uh, yeah. I knew that.”

So many days spent mentally praying that yet another one of Jin’s work meetings went over time again - just so that Sukuna would have an excuse to see your pretty face. And that’s the first thing he says?

Suddenly, he’s too aware of the ogling toddlers, of the snug pink apron that he was currently donning - and the way your eyes seem to stray down to the gaudy bow settled between his pecs.

At this point, it seems even his brother takes pity on him. Adjusting his glasses with a soft chuckle, “It seems Ryo here had the greatest time at pick-up last week, he only had good things to say about you, ma’am.”

You blink in slight surprise, eyes taking in Sukuna’s large, fidgeting figure. “I’m quite flattered.”

Yes! Sukuna’s pleading eyes snap to the interested twinkle in your eyes, and then to the other man- yes, keep going!

“Of course, Yuji did tell me he was upset he didn’t get to show you his printed mugshot of him. It was all that he could-”

Fuck no! 

Catching the other’s urgent eyes, Jin sputters- “B-but- but, it was just a little vandalism, of course. Just a little ah…a little driving and- eek!” Cutting himself off promptly as soon as Sukuna steps down on Jin’s foot, syllables stumbling, looking ‘round anywhere for any distraction. “Why don’t you- ah! Why don’t you give our lovely teacher here a cookie, Sukuna. Free of charge.” 

You’re waving your hands, oh-so-sweetly, “I could never, please let me pay-”

“Nah, a pretty girl like you? I should give you more, ma.” He could give you a totally different type of cookie but this might just not be the place to say those words out loud- ah, he’s still got it. 

Sukuna’s thumbing out the biggest baked treat between a fluffy tissue and handing it over to you- ready to feel the sweet, sweet graze of your fingertips, if he was lucky.

But oh- it seems like the gates of heaven really have just opened up to him, because instead of taking it from his hands, you’re leaning down and taking a bite. Straight from where he held it. Humming as the candied taste floods your mouth, the soft pushness of your lips taps against the edge of his thumb.

And he wonders how they’d feel on his lips, instead. 

“Ah, sorry.” You’re taking a peek at him through your lashes and maybe he doesn’t still have it because Sukuna feels his breath hitch. “It just looked so good, and my hands are a little…”

And it’s only then that he’s noticing just how many boxes upon bags of things you’d bought from nearly every stall here. Happy to support your students - oh, you really were an angel. 

“Oh, let me.” Ever the gentleman, Jin hastens to move around a few bags so that you’re more comfortable. All while Sukuna can only hold out the cookie and freeze. Slack-jawed. 

Completely ridiculous. 

He doesn’t move a single millimeter, not even when you’re now able to easily grasp the baked good from him. Expectantly waiting, palm raised - while he only ogles you. 

“I uh- let me just-” And it takes Itadori Jin both hands to pry the crumbling cookie from Sukuna’s hands, sighing before wrapping up about two more in apology and handing them over to you. “We do hope you like them, ma’am.”

“Mhm—” Rubbing over the crumbs at the edge of your lower lip with one hand, you look dead-set on Sukuna as you murmur. “It was delicious. My compliments to the chef.”

Sukuna might not have been the chef - baker, whatever you said goes - it was Jin, but he can’t help but feel on top of the world as if he was. Waiting just until you’re out of sight, walking through the sunny Spring park up to the next parent-manned stand, to pump his fist with a low ‘hell yeah!’

“Ryo, you haven’t been this smitten since- well, ever.”

“Daddy, Mr. Mugshot is really weird.”

Sukuna whirls at a few staring parents- “The fuck are you lookin’ at?”

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“Remind me why you’re here again?”

“Remind me why you’re here again?”

Arguing with a thirteen-year-old wasn’t very high on Sukuna’s bucket list, and yet, it seemed to happen on a nearly daily basis. He would blame middle school for being the root of Choso’s attitude, but he suspects the new emo look has something to do with it, too.

And maybe the fact that the older man was accompanying one of his weekly visits to Yuji’s preschool playground. Cutting off just the last of Friday’s classes just so that he could walk down the street to see his little brother. Despite seeing him at home every day, but still. 

That’s also what Sukuna himself was here for- of course. Why else would he-

“Ah ah- Kugisaki, what have I told you about using the toy construction hammer for things other than construction? We don’t hit, m’kay?”

Sighing, the way that Sukuna’s towering frame leans against the playground’s cherry blossom tree for support draws such disgust from Choso. Dark eyes flickering between his blushing uncle, and you - in the middle of the sand pit, trying to wrangle a class of toddlers. “You’re pathetic.”

“Shut it, scrawny.”

“Why don’t you just talk to her?”

Sukuna’s life flashes before his very eyes, and strangely it’s mainly made up of every moment where he’s embarrassed himself in front of you. Looking away with a huff, “It’s…complicated.”

The other snickers, “Well, it’s about to get a whole lot more complicated because she’s coming up to us right now.”

Oh, fuck.

Now, he might have had the sense to ‘accidentally’ bump into his oldest nephew just as he was on his route to meet Yuji (Sukuna had memorized his schedule, sauntering by this very block for an hour until he’d run into Choso) - but he didn’t have enough wit for this.

Conversations? With both parties and a classroom of preschoolers participating? 

He was just about ready to race right out of here and leave Choso to the wolves-

“Cho! You’re here as always.” You’re smiling as you waltz up to them, a neat line of toddlers following you as they would a mother duck. Hitting him with your scent of flowers n’ the sunniest of days, “And I see you’ve brought along a guest with you- how are you, Sukuna?”

“F-fine.” F-fine? With a stutter? Sukuna simply bristles at the smirk his nephew shoots his way, already feeling the tips of his pierced ears start to scald bright hot. 

“Bubba!”

Saved by the bell-like shriek of Yuji, enough to make Choso take a few steps over and hug his toddling brother so tight that the former squeals. Checking him over for scratches, dust, stickers- you name it. 

You’re catching the raise of Sukuna’s brows and chuckle, “He is always quite the attentive older brother. You should join us more often, I’m sure Yuji would enjoy having his favorite uncle around.”

Mouth dry, “I’m- I’m his only uncle.”

Yet, your grin still stands - a slight knowing curve in them that makes his brain fuzzy, and his lips just a bit too loose. Did he say he liked drinking again? What a fucking lie, you got him more buzzed than a shot of straight vodka pumping through his nerves. 

And he’s finding himself reaching over to brush a stray petal of cherry-pink from your crown. Blurting out before he can stop himself, “Hey…so what’s your ty- I mean, are you seeing any-”

“She’s mine!” Cuts off an annoying, grating voice - one that understood what you evidently didn’t, with the few syllables that Sukuna had been able to croak out.

And he’s looking over your shoulder to find himself being stared down (stared up at?) by a boisterous, buzz-cut boy slightly older than Yuji. Protectively standing behind you as he glared daggers, “When I’m old like you, she shall be my bride, Mr. Mugshot.”

Huh.

You’re droning out in your nicest tone, wagging your finger. “Now now, Todo Aoi, what have I told you about not proposing to your teachers?”

“To not.”

“And what are you doing?”

“Proposing.” Stifling a sigh, you realise that it would be yet another chat with Todo’s guardian about the boy’s harmless little puppy crush. 

But before you can direct the conversation back towards anything else, he’s stabbing an accusing index up at Sukuna’s looming frame. “Miss teacher here-” Not quite your name, but close enough. “-and my sweet idol Takada-chan are the only ones I shall marry. You can’t have either!”

“Who the hell…” Sukuna furrows his brows- what was this boy talking about? “Listen, kid, I-”

“Pffft–!” He could recognize that burst of muffled laughter anywhere, and at least Choso was having a grand ol’ time- whispering to Yuji, “Don’t you think this is like those late-night dramas dad pretends not to watch?”

No! Sukuna’s internally groaning. 

“Oh- oh yeah!” An over-hearing Kugisaki bounces at the mention of dramas, “My mommy watches those. Times like this the two guys will fight over the pretty girl.”

Todo puffs up his chest, “Then fight me, old man- I demand a duel!”

“I’m not even thirty?”

“That’s old.” Choso nods.

“You’re thirteen.”

“I’m five!” Yuji jumps up, and immediately his older brother’s pulling his phone out to snap a few hundred photographs at the cuteness. 

Todo stomps, “Fight me, fossil–”

And his young nephew - that traitor - is the next one to shrill with glee at the altercation, clapping his hands once Todo charges forward with a damn war cry to pummel Sukuna’s abs with hits about as fierce as cotton. “Fight! Fight! Fight!”

At the slight raise of your brows at the chaos, Sukuna rushes to explain, “Please excuse my nephew’s behaviour, ma’am, I don’t know where he got it from-”

Choso deadpans, “But you’re the one that taught us that the best talk is to talk with your fists because-” The two brothers turn to each other in unison, as if preaching the truth and nothing but the truth. “-we’re no weakass bi-”

“Their father.” Sukuna grits out- okay, maybe that kid’s punches were getting a little more painful. Or maybe it was just the way you were cocking your head at him that made his stomach churn, “Surely.” 

“Defend the honor of your woman, geriatric–!”

Seemingly snapping out of the little reverie of taking in whatever the fuck this was, you clap your hands in that teacherly way to demand silence. “Alright alright, break it up. You wouldn’t want me to take down any of your star points, would you, Aoi?” Tugging away the boy from Sukuna, you grimace up at him. “I’m so sorry about all of- well- this.”

Waving off- remember, Sukuna, nonchalance. Nonchalance. “Don’t worry about it, mama.”

“Y’know how they apologize to each other in the dramas?” Kugisaki speaks up, and honestly, this girl really did speak up at the most inopportune times. She glows at all the attention on her, “They kiss.”

And she was a genius.

An absolute genius, bob-cut!

Yuji - ever his lil’ ally - starts pumping his fist with whoots- “Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!”

Starting up a slight chant within your group, you turn to him in question.

“I uh…” Sukuna starts, tilting his body down ever-so-slightly, until you could could nearly every thread on his dark hoodie. The way his slashing tattoos framing his jaw ripple as he gulps, “You don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to, ma- that’s assuming you wanted to do something, and what I meant was-”

It was one second. A singular, heavenly second that your lips graze the right side of Sukuna’s cheek as he rambled - fluttering away right before his skin started to scorch with a blush.

Quite frankly, fuck nonchalance. 

“Ewww, he’s red again. What’s wrong with him?”

“Were you this red when you were setting fires, Mr. Mugshot?”

“He looked nothing like this in his mugshot- wanna see?”

“Salmon.”

Ears tinting a shade that matches his hair, voicebox void of any coherent words, Sukuna barely even functions until he’s hearing the sharp ka-chick! of a camera shutter. Whirling his head ‘round to find Choso with his phone pointed at him, catching him in all his flustered glory. “I’ll send it to the family groupchat.” He turns to you. “And to you on the preschool groupchat.”

Imagine Sukuna’s surprise when he finds you nodding, “Mhm, oh, and I should really be getting the kids back now, it’s almost time for the bell.” Making the kids waddle into a neat line once more, you wave. “Thank you for the visit- do come again, it was quite…interesting.”

And they stare - Choso at Yuji, Sukuna at you - as you and your classroom disappear back within the preschool walls. “No phone for you for two weeks.”

“No hot teacher’s number for you forever.”

Only after a second- “Hey- hey kid. Show me that number again? I’ll make it one week.”

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Sukuna had almost, mercifully, forgotten about that damn talent show. 

The bake sale? Gaping at you for nearly five full minutes straight? Never happened. 

And he’d almost convinced himself of that- until the time came for him to be seated right on the very front row of the cozy preschool auditorium. Taking up nearly three chairs as he squeezes himself into the humble seat, arms crossed and scowling. 

“You know…” Jin claps as Yuji and Kugisaki fight to clamber onto stage first, with a reluctant Fushiguro in tow. About to showcase whatever it is that they’d been practising with doves and sticks all week. From the corner of his mouth, “When we had the kiddos over, Megs told me something very interesting the other day.”

“Hm.” Sukuna’s grunts noncommittally when Yuji pulls out a comically large fairy wand - ah, a magic show.

“Something about you duelling with a kid for the hand of a certain someone.”

Letting out a strangled groan, his eyes immediately find you - as they always seemed to do. Stuck on the way you were kneeled by the front of the stage, motivating each little performer tonight. “Y-ya don’t say…”

Jin beams, “You know, you should really ask her out, Ryo- oh! Do you need our help? I can tell you this, the Itadori family makes great wingmen.”

“Ya don’t say.”

Tattletale, Sukuna’s grousing. And just as Fushiguro Megumi finds himself being stuffed into a box - to be sawed in half as all good magicians did, apparently - the older man slowly, menacingly pulls out his prized camcorder. 

Just in time for Fushiguro to glance over and have his face pale at the blinking, recording lens. 

“After all, Megumi did say you were blushing like a- what was it- ‘maiden in love’ that day. How cute.” 

“Ya don’t say.” Sukuna zooms in, right on the black-haired boy’s ashen face once the saw raises high in the air to magically cut him in half. And to make things even worse, he starts pointing at his camera, mouthing through a grin, ‘Oh yes.’ At Fushiguro’s slight shake of his head. ‘You are dead.’

But, alas, it was too good to be true.

And instead of having the little snitch be the casualty in one of Yuji’s magic tricks, the talent show goes shockingly smoothly. Hell, Wasuke slept through only about half of it, which was as much of a compliment as one could get. 

All because of your efforts, surely - and when the entire thing ends with (surprise, surprise) every little brat getting awarded a winning prize, Sukuna finds himself not half-annoyed that he’d actually sat through all of it.

Well, right up until about when it was time for the exhausted preschoolers to be taken home by their families. 

And Yuji comes bounding up to the four with a squealing—“Dadda–! Bubba–! Gramps–! Mr. Mug-”

“Another word out of you and I’m throwing your iPad out the window.” Sukuna grumbles, heart leaping to his throat when he’s spotting your chuckling figure follow up behind his nephew, as if Jin’s elbowing wasn’t a sign enough.

Yuji frowns, “Aw, but I already told everyone here.”

Damn gremlin- but before he can get another word in, you’re already greeting his brother and father with a smile. “It’s so great to see you again, Mr. Itadori- I hope that blood pressure you were telling me about is better now.”

“Ah, ya know- I won’t be dying any time soon.” Wasuke barks out a hoarse noise of laughter, before beadily eyeing Sukuna. “This one, however…”

Your gorgeous face drops in worry, and he doesn’t know whether to whine at his father for letting you make that expression, or giggle because you cared about him. Fuck. “Oh no- everything alright, Sukuna?”

But Wasuke answers for him, “No. Not at all, quite the incurable disease, my dear.”

He watches on in matching confusion with Yuji as Jin lights up beside him, “Ah- ah! Right right, that-” Soothing his face into something pitiful as he turns to you, “That ah- thing that only heh- one person can solve.”

About as subtle as a sledgehammer. 

And just as efficient in bagging the woman of one’s dreams.

Because you only furrow your brows in confusion, “I’m…sorry? What?”

Sukuna’s older brother’s smile tightens in desperation, nervously laughing. “You- you know…that thing?” And you tilt your head, eyes darting between the four as if trying to work out the punchline. “The thing like- the heart condition? No- not something serious but like…the butterflies?” Now looking to Sukuna for help - as if the other man wouldn’t just let him rot in the very grave he’d dug for himself. 

Then at Choso, who’d been quietly attempting to disappear into the wall plaster. Trying not to laugh as he dotes on Yuji, “The doki-doki.”

Jin snaps his fingers, “Yes! Like the doki-doki? The-”

“Oh, for fuck’s sake- he wants to fu-”

“That’s enough for tonight, pa.” It really does run in the family - because in a split-second, Sukuna has his palm clapped over Itadori Wasuke’s mouth. Smile painfully plastic, “Did you take your meds today, dear father? I don’t believe you took your meds today.”

He plunges his sprightly father into Jin’s arms, “Say, Jin, why don’t you get dad his meds.” Making note of the way that you - still thoroughly confused, and now thoroughly off your shift helping each student get to their guardian - were toyin’ with the cute decorations of your car keys. 

Letting his mouth work before his brain could regret anything- “And why don’t I walk you to your car, ma?”

“I- what.” You’re somewhat shocked at being addressed so directly, and at the kindly incline of Sukuna’s head. “Don’t you have a heart condition? I wouldn’t want to exert you, Sukuna.”

Wasuke grunts, “Exert him in another- mmpf-” Hastily shushed by Choso’s palm, more for his sanity’s sake than his uncle’s.

These damn- he narrows a glare down at an unabashedly-eavesdropping Jin and Wasuke. “No. No, don’t worry about it, they were just joking. Ha. Ha.” 

Well…it was quite dark outside the building, even with the surrounding streetlights. And your vehicle might just be a little ways away but it never hurt to be extra safe, did it? Especially when his stature was so intimidating anyways?

And so, you nod. 

And he walks with you.

More like floats beside you on cloud nine, actually. Sukuna’s sure you two made quite a sight in the corridor, if the way passing parents whispered to each other signalled anything - him, with his ears flared red, unable to even look at you directly as you two were alone. You, as perfect as ever.

“Ah- so-”

“What did you-”

You’re both speaking at the same time once you’re out of the school building, laughing into the nearly-empty night air that forms clouds out of your puffs of laughter. The few minutes of a walk to the parking lot seemed like eternity - and Sukuna would have gladly let it be. 

“You speak.” You’re urging.

“No you.”

“You-”

“I refuse.”

“Fine.” Rolling your eyes, you never noticed the way he always seemed to nudge his head ever-so-closely to you whenever you spoke. As if he was hanging onto your every word. “What did you think about the talent show?”

“Brilliant. All because of you, of course- got so much blackmail to use in ten years.” He cackles.

Though, that’s stopped short very soon the nanosecond you’re nudging him playfully. Heat touching heat. And he shivers, “Hit me if this is strange.” Letting the tense air clog his throat, at least, that’s his excuse for it. “But do you remember that thing I meant to ask you that one time at the playground…”

“Yes—?”

“Are you-” Sukuna’s husky baritone cracks and he twists his face into a wince, “D-do you happen to be seeing anyone?”

You blink, and there’s something about the way you look at him that makes him feel like you’re holding back such a smile. How he wished to see it right now. Musing into the silent night air, only thrumming with your footsteps towards the car, “Nope.”

“O-oh.” And if this was any other time, then he’d be embarrassed about how obviously relieved he sounds. How you surely must have picked up on it.

Faking nonchalance, he’s stuffing his hand into the baggy cloth of his ripped jeans, “Cool.” And it was a damn good thing you didn’t have x-ray vision like all the heroes in all those weekend cartoons Yuji watched - because then you’d have seen the way his painted nails dig in so deeply into his palms in pure excitement. Nearly hard enough to draw blood. “Very cool.”

“Very cool.” You’re echoing, now stood by the driver’s seat of your car - just waiting for him to say something. Anything. 

Waiting as he opens his mouth- “What’s your ty-”

“Yuji- Yuji noooo- don’t interrupt your uncle’s k-drama moment- oh, dammit.” Itadori Jin, who’d been chasing after an adventure-hungry Yuji, balks at the way you were both so close. Snatching up his struggling toddler, “Forget about me! We- we never here- go back to doing whatever you were doing!”

And somehow, you lurch apart as if you’d just been shocked. Only now realizing just how warm the temperature of his proximity was, fighting to keep your professional façade in front of your spying audience. 

“I bid you goodnight, Jin- Yuji.” Gesturing out a wave, you’re getting into your ride so quickly that Sukuna thinks he must’ve been dreaming you up. “And you, Sukuna.”

Nevermind- not a dream. 

Definitely not a dream. Because even in his sweetest hallucinations he wouldn’t have been able to make you say his name like that. Almost a purr. Almost batting your lashes.

Almost ripping out his heart from his very chest as you then speed down the road.

“That’s the best ya could’ve done, sonny? Even after I taught you everything to know about wooing a woman?” How very much like Wasuke to manifest from nearly thin air, from somewhere out of the shadows of the building. 

“Not that.” 

“Especially that.”

The older man only waves off Jin’s bemoaning concern about ‘ruining the moment- they had a doki-doki moment!’ “Choso’s in the car, can’t believe I lost a bet to a middle-schooler. Dammit.”

Sukuna’s eyes widen, “You…bet on me?”

“Whaddaya think, sonny?” 

Jin smiles, “Guilty.”

“Gwuilty!” 

“No- no, Yuji, not guilty.”

Wasuke paces away, shaking his head. “Thought I raised you better- keh! Thought I’d get grandchildren from you, too. Tch, now I owe a middle-schooler fifty yen, oh, woe is me.”

It takes a second for Sukuna to register the words, “Wait- only fifty yen?”

“Yeah, that’s just about my belief in you, kid.”

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KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! 

“Oi- oi, Jin. Go get the door.”

“I’m cooking dinner–! Cho, could you get the door?”

“I’m in the middle of homework- ask uncle.”

Sukuna grumbles, why the hell was he the one to always answer that damn door? Honestly, Yuji could buck up and get some experience yelling at sleazy salesmen sometimes. Sprawled out across the TV room couch, he stares at his nephew playing with a toy bow and arrows set on the floor, “Yuji, could you get the-”

“I can hear you, Ryo.”

Dammit- there was a reason why Itadori Jin was the older brother. 

And there was also a reason why Ryomen Sukuna had a reputation in this quaint neighborhood for being a boor - not that that was much of a brag. But at least it explained why he was stomping up to the oak front door, damn near ripping it off its hinges with a growl- “We’re not buying any- oh.”

‘Oh’ was right.

Because standing right there on his porch was a damn sight for sore eyes - you. 

You, with your mouth parted and your brows slightly raised as you looked from the messy bangs of his locks to the oversized sweater he was wearing. You, who doesn’t even flinch about the fact that he’d just answered the door yelling. You, donned in a pretty lil’ skirt that makes him gulp- 

“You okay, Sukuna?”

“No. So how are you doin’ on this fine day, ma? ”

“Oh!” A happy call of your name makes you turn - even though Sukuna just stares, shell-shocked. Jin shoves him bodily out of the way, opening the door wider, “Please- come in, we’ve been expecting you.”

Looking down at the slight stain of something at the hem of his sweatpants, the other man frowns. It’s not like that was news he’d ever forget - so why the hell was he looking like that? “We have?”

“Yes?” Jin’s showing you the way in- only for you to be dragged in by an overeager Yuji anyways. And as the two of you disappear down the halls, he’s turning to his taller brother in genuine confusion. “Did Cho not tell you that we were having Yuji’s teacher over for dinner tonight?”

At Sukuna’s sputtering, Jin wastes no time grasping a nearby broomstick and thumping the wooden end up against the ceiling. “Kamo Choso–!”

And out comes a muffled reply, “I told grandpa to tell him!”

“Haaah? I told Yuji to.”

It sinks in. The fact that you were here, all prettily dolled-up and at their family home - and you’d happened to see him in nothing but a stained, ratty sweatshirt and pants torn down the side of his thigh to show off one tattoo. 

Jin grimaces, “Um…we can still wingman our way through this?”

“I’m gonna kill you.”

Murder does not, in fact, come before dinner; as all good manners dictate. And Sukuna decides that revenge can wait after he’s totally, completely, utterly made you swoon.

“S-so-” Only after a quick change into his best tightly-fitted turtleneck and his silver chains did he dare to show his face ‘round you again. Spritzing enough cologne to almost overpower Jin’s omurice, he tries to smize from where he was sitting right opposite you on the kotatsu. “Nice place, huh?” 

The shot of extra, extra strong sake that Wasuke slides over is a consolation as much as a ‘you’re not in a restaurant, you fool!’ He finishes the cup in one go.

“You do have a very beautiful home.” You’re nodding over at a proud Jin. 

“And the- food- how is the food?” Another cup- what moral support, father. 

“Mmm- amazing, I usually never have the time to cook much for myself with the kids n’ all.”

Which Jin takes as the cue for him to butt in on the conversation, helping it flow as smoothly as an enclosing dam would to a river. “You like kids, huh?” Kicking Sukuna underneath the kotatsu, he rattles the plates. “Our Ryo here also…tolerates children.”

“Really?” You’re teasing, “I couldn’t tell.”

“Why I love kids, yeah.” Sukuna tuts as he lifts his hand to pat the crown of Choso’s head- who only swerves out of the way, food finished n’ leaving the room to join his brother playing. Hiccuping, you were so pretty sat in front of him like this- too pretty, that the vision of you was starting to get blurry. 

And another cup.

He’s jostled by the tap of Jin’s hand on his arms- “And he’s actually quite sweet in his own way once you get to know him. I’m sure dad agrees-” Ignoring Wasuke’s ‘I don’t’. “-that he’d make such a responsible-”

“U-unless you don’t like kids.” Still stuck on that - still. Sukuna downs it and then shakily pours himself another. “In that case, I don’t like kids either. Yeah, can’t stand them.”

And another. 

Jin and Wasuke share a glance between themselves when the hulking man leans over the kotatsu towards you with what sounded suspiciously like a whine. “Would you want kids with me?”

And- 

“Sukuna-”

“W-well—time for Ryo to be put to bed, I think.” Jin hastily stands up, struggling to hoist his oversized younger brother from his seat. Failing, evidently, as in that time he’s managing to gulp down another two or three sake cups. “Dad- a little- help?”

Wasuke only shakes his head gravely at you, “You should know he was switched at birth.”

“We’re nearly identical twins–”

“Twins? What-” Sukuna babbles, “Does she want twins?”

Glassy eyes blinking n’ squinting furiously down at you as if trying to figure out whether you were real. Before ultimately giving up, it seems.

Because he’s stumbling a few unsteady steps forwards, pulled by Jin, before dropping to his knees and toppling his head over your lap, just by the gap of the kotatsu edge and your stomach. He’s nuzzling his face right against your tummy, “Mmm— maybe triplets. Would be the cutest fuckin’ things if they looked anything like hck! her.”

You giggle and he gasps- as if the epiphany had just struck him. “Quadruplets?”

Starin’ down at him, at the rosy blush painting his ears, you’re muttering. “You wish.”

“Dammit- even this hck! illusion of her is fine as fuck. Shit. I wonder if her type is…” 

Trailing off, he looks to his older brother for assistance- who helpfully supplies, “Sad and drunk?”

Wasuke’s contribution- “Zero game- as the kids say?”

“Dangerous?” You pretend to think, assessing over the mountainous heap of a man. “Actually- only pretends to be but is really a softie inside?”

“Yes! That- wonder if he type is dangerous…pretend dangerous. I’d give her all the kids she’d ever want- all big…n’ glowing…” It was almost like the setting of the sun, and just as quietly that Sukuna’s dipping past the edge of consciousness. “And…mine…if she wants. Oh, only if she wants- I’ve gotta- hck!” He turns up slightly to you, “-gotta woo her first, you see? Gotta date her…marry…but- but most of all…” Words slowing, heartbeat still racing whenever he looked at you. “I…just want to love you, pretty girl.”

And with that, he was out like a flickered light. 

With only Wasuke, Jin, and Choso with his camera snooping through the doorway as witnesses for when you’re snaking a hand down to the phone bulging in Sukuna’s pocket. Quickly entering a few coordinates and a date. 

And a heart emoji.

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“Oh- oh, shit, mama.” Sukuna’s tongue lays over the sheeny insides of your thighs, throat muddled with groans and the cloying taste of your slick gluing to his rovering mouth.

Honestly, fuck whatever tips his family had made him memorize before coming over for his lil’ ‘talk’ at your cozy apartment, as promised. Because the two of you had barely made out two or three words before Sukuna found himself sprawled on his back on your bed. 

Your knees framing his face, your clothed cunt right near his mouth.

Right near where he’s dotting your skin with hot, open-mouthed kisses that make your entire body tremble. Whimpering over your shoulder, “D-didn’t think you’d be such a tease, Kuna.”

“Because this isn’t real.” He’s breathing out, as if he’s just so sure of that fact. As if he can glide his ringed index down the dampened slit of your folds and drool- because this feels like a dream n’ he was going to savor every moment. “Fuck, there’s no way this is-”

And just at that very moment, he’s craning his head up further between your pretty, pretty legs. Greedy tastebuds darted out just so he can catch the treacly splat! of your leaking slit.

Dampening his tongue n’ drooling all down the edge of his tattooed chin, “Do you even know how many times I’ve imagined this exact moment?”

“Mmm- no-” You’re wrenching out a heady puff of air- spread on your front in the meanest sixty-nine. You gulp down your parched throat as you’re taking in the wet, bulging outline of Sukuna’s erection through his boxers. “But I can guess.”

He was just so big, aching- 

Ryomen Sukuna wasn’t just rock-hard. He was hard enough that he’s sure his round, bawling tip was damn near ready to fall off, twitching oh-so-painfully in his pants as he’s snapping back your soaked panties with a wet thwack!

Just a glimpse of the wet haven you were hiding and he’s groaning throatily, “Guess-” He hisses, close enough that the straight end of his nose slides down your puffy pussylips. Nudging your panties to the side and sniiiiiffing you, “You’ll never be able to guess how badly I want you, pretty girl.”

Never.

Never would you have even been able to register that within mere split-seconds, he’d have one beefy arm looping around your hips to make you sit on top of his mouth.

Slamming the edge of your cunt against his chin, plopping your full weight down until he’s nose-deep between your quivering legs. “Fuck-” Letting the first gush of your saccharine juices flood his throat, lips against lips. “Fuck fuck fuck- what was I even…saying?”

“W-wait–” Your breath hitches, spine arching into such a perfect curvature. You claw onto his meaty thighs in an attempt to regain balance, “You won’t be able to breathe like this, Sukuna-”

“You think I fucking care?”

It’s spat - spat - out right against the swollen nub of your clit. Hazed crimson irises rolling to the veeeery deep, dark depths of his skull at the first long gliiiide of Sukuna’s tongue from top to bottom of your pussy. 

Cheeks hollowed the very moment he’s pushin’ himself even closer, “You think I ngh- can care about anything else?” The very moment he’s tugging you back down - with the full force of his upper strength, hard enough that your heated aches with raw, primal bruises. “Be a good girl n’ put that hah- pussy on my face. Fucking- sit-”

“I don’t- fuuuuck—” Fingers twitching, it’s all you can do to fumble with the drawstrings of his wettened boxers. 

Thighs shaking at every flicker of his slimy tongue swirlin’ and stirrin’ every inch of your outer pussy. Your head muddles with the realization that Sukuna’s tongue was just so long that he could lap at your glisten hole n’ still have enough length left over to snag on your clit. “You’re not going to be the only hah- one-”

Whimpering, you find your eyes blurring up each time the ridged texture of his tastebuds glissade between your folds. Curlin’ in just past the elastic circle of your entrance-

And you’re gasping - but you don’t know whether it’s because of the lecherous intrusion or because of the way you’re pushing down Sukuna’s snug underwear to free his massive cock.

Reddened, swollen.

He’s bulging all solid and girthy that it makes your hole clench ‘round his flexible tongue. The cutest ruby-red at the top of his shaft, forming a gradient all the way down to his tight, heavy balls. Mentally, you’re counting about nine- fuck, maybe even ten damn inches that hit the end of your chin as he springs up. 

And from where you’re straddling him, you can make out what looked like a matching thick, black band of ink around his bulky hilt. 

Letting the polished pink crown of his cockhead smear out a generous dollop of pre, you’re teasing your tongue out just enough to taste the salted caramel taste. 

“You’re so…” Sinking him past your spit-slicked lips, his swabbing mushroom tip is just so big that your jaw aches just by looking at him. Just by fitting him inside, right until his drivelling slit- “-s-sho big, Sukuna.”

“Fuck- fuck-” He’s spitting into your cunt and you find yourself flinching, hard enough that his pearly white canines nip at your thighs and you cry out.

And he’s only holding you back - not letting you shift your restless hips even a single centimeter as he’s eating you out like a man dying of thirst. Dry tastebuds lavishing himself with wads of slick, Sukuna’s stuffing your tight hole with the entirety of his tongue. “You’re m-making me drool.”

You swear you’re feeling the thin line of his wet spittle stain the front of your cunt, whimpering around his bulbous cockhead. “Made ya stutter, too, Sukuna.”

“Ohhhh- talkin’ smart, are we?” Snickering, he lets off a loud spank against the front of your pussy - one that makes your bones reverberate, and your mind numb. Pushin’ back to ride the circling girth of his tongue, to ride him. “Why don’tcha put that mouth into use elsewhere?”

Elsewhere - his cock was so hot and throbbing between your swollen lips. Just the slightest slip n’ slide makes it feel like he’s pulsing all the way at the back of your throat. 

Creamin’ out a spray of syrupy precum that slides down your tongue, “So big- too big.” And yet- it was just so cute how you’re suckling him like your favorite lolly, eyes criss-crossing when you’re trying to take more. He couldn’t even bottom out. “Mmm– dunno if it’ll even all fit.”

“Well…” 

The way he’s drawling out in a smoky tone makes you ponder that this won’t be ending well for you. And Sukuna’s dark chuckle hits your cunt in a murky gust, “You’re takin’ it in from here—” Just at that sultry second, he’s crowning the snug circle of your hole with two fingers. 

Making you break out with a shrill waiiil as he sinks in the thick, calloused curves of his fingerpads. Letting such thick digits stretch you out fully, make your head spin. “So shut it n’ take this looong fucking cock, ma.”

All that it takes for him to plunge a few more throbbing inches past your maw, oh-so-big that you’re drooling down the sides of your mouth already.

Striking the edge of your throat and making you choke on his sheer size, your nose wrinkles as you’re tickled by the curly tendrils of his pinkish hair. “This enough or you want three, pretty girl-”

“I-”

Letting out such a cloying squelch that spurts from your pussy once he’s teasin’ your entrance, “Not you, mama. She wants three.”

Moaning away wildly after each pump of his fingers- Sukuna doesn’t even have to try to dip into each nook n’ orifice. Slamming to fingers down to each knobbly knuckle with a resounding slam- “See? See?” 

So cockdrunk on the feeling of his velvety tongue that you’re only partly registering the way his vocals are higher. Unsteady. 

The way you’re clamping your dewy walls in a cute, squelching smooch ‘round his digits makes his voice fucking crack. “J-just take it a bit- fuck- deeper.” Mindless little half-thrusts up into your heated mouth like he can’t even control it- “You can swallow it up like a reeeeal good girl, can’t you?”

“Mmm—” Purposefully letting off your pretty sounds all over his fleshy girth, “Yes- yes yes yes- more.”

“More?”

“More.”

As if he wouldn’t fucking ruin you if he could. 

“You want more?”

“Y-yes- oh.”

Only to be gifted with such a rude slap of his doughy palm, “Not you.” And he’s waiting for the soppy squelches leaking out from your cunt, the way you’re talking to him from your swollen lips just to continue. 

Squelch after squelch.

Your pleas only spur him to tug at the sweet, softened ring of your cunt, latching his lips over the flexing muscle. “If you say so—” Crooning, you can feel the cold hiss of his metallic rings upon the insides of your thighs. Sukuna’s biceps shifting as he starts to tug them off–

“A-actually-” You’re popping off of the strawberry-pink curve of his cocktip with a plop! a few glittery strings of pre and spit still connecting you lewdly to it. “…Keep them on?”

“Oh. Ohoho- you naughty lil’ thing.” He’s swatting over the slope of your dripping wet pussy n’ giving your clit a good pinch with his ringed fingers. “You like it like this- like- this-?”

He’s spitting out each word into your cunt, thrusting the barrelling tips of his fingerpads to graze just below your pulsating g-spot. “All those mouthy lectures?” In vulgar tandem strokes with the thwack! of his heavy, curvaceous balls slapping your chin. “And you wanna take it like- this- mama? Ohhh, it just makes me wanna…”

Trailing off, Sukuna’s body is just bulky - oh-so-tall that he can bend and reach down to cup your throat with his one free hand. 

Digging five of his fingertips into the side of your throat as he’s holding your neck and squeezing- feeling the cylindrical outline of his cock bulging your poor mouth. Up n’ down, up n’ down- he’s feeling for the precise moments his plump cockhead lodges at the back of your throat. 

“Who’d have known the cute lil’ teacher would be such a slut f’me. Cat got yer tongue, girl, orrrr—s’it just my dick?” Humming over your clit, he’s adding a fourth finger that swabs at the texture of your gummy walls. 

“F-fuck off- ngh-”

“Wha’s that? Try- try and say my name?” Squeezing. Only feeling your ripped, pathetic vibrations. “Can f-feel myself over here.”

With four neatly pushing fingers. 

Pulling back with a sluuurp–! Slowly, just so that you whimper that the knobs of his joints, just so that he can thump right on the target of your g-spot and make you cry out in cute bliss. “So s’only fair that I’m over here, pretty girl.”

“Yes- yes yes yes—” Words bubble out and slur out of your maw, in unison with such sloshing spurts of saliva. 

You’re drooling everywhere - from both pairs of lips. Your mouth over Sukuna’s hard, vein-covered erection, glazing his puffy lines of veins with sap. And your pussy slide-slide-sliiiiding down the gaping area of his mouth, wide open and eagerly lapping up each sloppy drag of your hips.

Faster.  

And now that Sukuna had actually found your most favorite spot, he couldn’t fucking stop.

Not when each whack at that same exact spot makes you splash your sweetened slick all down his throat, not when you were clenching your walls and cryin’ out at the frigid brush of his thick rings.

Again and again, he’s probin’ his crowned fingertips to push against the insides of your pussy, “Don’t think m’gonna last ngh-”

 “Yeah-” And that’s not to say his tongue was letting you off easy, either- simply aching with the feverish state of his movements. But it hurt Sukuna more any moment he wasn’t snogging your glossy cunt, n’ so he’s slapping your clit with a wet one-two. Spank after spank to make your hips jerk back and forth, “Whaddaya want? To cum? S’that it?”

Blubbering over the taste of his slick, sensitive slit, “Yes- yes, please- m’so fucking close.”

“Not. You.” Each word ended with two swats on your simmering pussy, you’re webbing his chin all down with syrupy sap. 

Moving off from your throat with a final squeeze, a bicep tightening ‘round your hips to squeeze you in place. “Not you- but you, pretty girl.” Slickly gliding back and forth all over your pried-open cunt, all over the quivering rim of your hole. Everywhere and anywhere. “Why don’tcha talk louder?”

And it’s not just you riding his tongue dry - it’s Sukuna bucking animalistically upwards, too. Pressing the ridges of his washboard abs up against your front, you’re just fountaining out so much sappy slick that it’s running down to the large mouth that he had tattooed across his stomach. As if both his ravenous mouths were gulping up each of your slick puddles. 

Crooning at the oversaturated squelch that spills out of you- he’s nodding like he’s never heard a sweeter sentence. Nudging his knuckles to bump against your g-spot, “If you say so—”

You don’t get to find out what he’s hearing - but you’re registering the gist soon enough.

Because by then Sukuna has his ringed index swiping your g-spot, coldly massaging that bundle of nerves. Hard. Sloppy. At the very same second he’s settling the fringes of his canines on your perky clit and streeeetching-

“O-oh my god I’m—” Keening out a whimper, your high runs you over like a rollercoaster. And you’re rocking your boneless body to and fro just as much, thumping your thighs into Sukuna’s sharp jawline. 

“Yes-” Clenching around his motions so hard that he has to fight to unstick his digits from the sides of your bubblegum walls, still fucking you through your lecherous high. “Oh, hell yeah, been so good for you, mama- why don’tcha reward me? Use me- hck- use me.”

As if you weren’t thrusting your cunt back into his face in a frenzy already, he’s using the arm holding onto your waist to keep you repeatedly moving. 

Tired-out. Fingers tugging into each crevice of your velvety walls. Cheeks aching and hollow where he’s putting such force on your throbbing clit to suck- “Ride my- mmmf-” Talking with his mouth full, “Ride my fuckin’ face raw- wanted to taste y’cumming on my tongue for so long.”

With your spine arched, you’re pulling off of the bulged tip of his cock just as he’s spewing out a slimy ribbon of ivory white. Just a single drivel of cum- just from the way you’re cumming. 

“God- god fucking dammit.” Sukuna spits, right into your cunt. And he barely even takes his eyes off of your slobbering pussy to snake a free hand down and plug his geysering orifice with his thumb.

Stopping himself promptly from cumming if it isn’t anywhere near your pussy.

But that didn’t mean he was letting you get away.

Oh, no- he’s still pulling you back with inclines of his head like a man addicted. Thoroughly drunk on the heady globs of slick that travelled between your legs, pushing and pushing himself upwards to glue his glossed lips all over your cunt.

You can feel yourself squealing with each lap of his scratchy tongue- the primal overstimulation too much that great droplets of tears take over your eyes. 

“O-oh– fuck- m’so sensitive, Sukuna.” You’re arching your back away- “I don’t know if I- oh!” Only to get pulled back down. Toes curling when this only spurs him to dive himself even deeper, flopping out the flexible end of his tongue to try n’ flit past your squeezing hole. 

Drawling, “Remember those fuckin’ sugar cookies? You taste- hah- even fucking better.”

Sniffling, your spine zings with a few more zaps of electricity as he’s starting to caress your sweetened g-spot once more. 

And the only thing you can do is try and pathetically pry his firmly-planted palm from his lengthy shaft, trying for the life of you to just get another taste-

“Oh. Oh.” Sukuna gasps from behind, pink brows raising. “I see what you’re doing, pretty girl. H-heh…hungry for more, are you?”

He didn’t need any further answer - because the way you’re cutely clenching to glaze his scouring digits tells him more than enough.

And before you know it, you’re finding yourself pulled off of his long, aching cock like some glorified ragdoll. Sukuna was just so large - in every sense of the word - that he could manhandle you with only one arm. 

Clinging onto the side of your waist as he’s sitting up, he makes you straddle the twitchy length of his cock. And now that you were seated upon his lap- oh, could you admire him.

Ryomen Sukuna was a fucking masterpiece. 

From the bands of tattoos circling his biceps, his wrists, straight down to the plush of his sculptured thighs. “Like what you see?” He tilts his head cockily down at you, slouching sexily back on your wooden headboard to let you take in all of his tensed core. 

Glistening pecs all temptingly large, abs ripped. 

“M’gonna get those pretty haaah- fucking initials of yours tatted.” He’s tapping the prominent side of his left v-line with a polished finger, “Right here.”

Climbing further upon his lap, you rest your ass cheeks back against his swaying cock, bobbing so hard n’ proud between your sheeny thighs. Pouting, “Only if you fuck me, Kuna— ngh-”

“Kuna? Tch- you see that lil’ tattoo here, mama?” He sounded as if he was shattering, and he’s leaning back so that you can take a goood, long look at the circular tattoo on his base. Nuzzled by the tufts of his pinkish happy trail, and his tender underside - but it was still there.

Like a target. And Sukuna’s thinking the exact same thing, “You’re gonna take it riiiight- till- here-” Lodging the swollen end of his shaft to plug your hole, it’s such a tiiight fit as he starts bullying inside. “Until- hah-” Feeling a hand down your tummy, your womb. “-here.”

He was going to fit himself until your pretty pussy won’t be able to forget him.

And it takes only seconds for you to be clawing onto his tattooed deltoids for dear life, feeling the inner parts of your thighs slip n’ slide down his own with perspiration. You scramble with the stringy, slightly-torn fabric of your panties still on- “Kuna- Su–Kuna, this-”

“Nah, let it stay.” Snickering, he claws onto the top of your scalp. “You have much…heh- bigger ngh- problems ta worry about, pretty girl.”

Bigger - his prolonged shaft was simply ravaging your walls. Plumply ballooned-up enough that his veiny layer rubs your sweetest spots without even meaning to, and you’re just seeing stars with every inch deeper his mazing cock spears through. “Fuck- fuck, it really is big-”

“Mhm– and you’re going- to take- it all.” Times like this he’s wishing he had just about four fucking hands. Because one’s pushing down, down, down on the lolling top of your head, the other’s pushin’ your trembling thighs apart just so you could straddle his meaty hips. “All hah- say my name. Say my name while you take it-”

And he always did love the way you said his name.

The way you’re letting free a few bubbly spurts of saliva as you’re babbling away–”Sukuna- Su-” Throat clogging up with so many sobs of utter bliss, “Kuna—”

“Again with the ‘Kuna’- s’not my name, silly girl.” Even though each sound of that slurring nickname makes him twitch against your deepest insides. 

But you can’t even hear him properly, eardrums distantly popped until the only thing you can feel is the thump! of your heartbeat between your legs. And the way that his reddened, slick-glazed tip was thrashing your tight insides, “Kuna- ngh, please, Kuna. Wan’ it a-all hck! Inside.”

The swabbing girth of his cock was so fat that he has you stupid with just his size, biceps bulging as he’s pressurizing down on your head. “God-” And you can only blink pathetically once he’s bringing up his free hand to your blurry line of sight. Hissing, “Bite down-” Lips smirking as you plant a kittenish bite, he fucks up into you once to make your force increase. “Bite down harder and take it.”

He wasn’t wasting any time - he didn’t have the fucking patience.

He barely even had the sanity to tease you and edge you for hours on end like he’d always wanted to. Instead fucking up into you like a damn animal- he’s swatting your cunt with the edge of his throbbing cock. Spitting through clenched teeth, “O-oh, if yer gonna ask for all of it then m’not playin’ around, ma.”

You sink your teeth in and nearly scream into the flesh of his forearm, gnawing down right at his tattoo. “Mmmpf- big- nghh–” Unable to fucking take it, the only thing you can do is arch your hips deeper and let his pummeling rams spike your poor insides.

Hitting the very back of your cervix with a wet thwack! that makes your eyes damn near bulge out of your head.

He…bottomed-out. 

“Lemme check now…” Taking a single peek at the way his hilt was all covered up by your bloated folds until he couldn’t see that tattoo anymore. “S’all in.”

And the towering man wasn’t celebrating once he did - he was pumping all his fleshy inches into you like he’d gone feral. 

Eyes dazed and hooded, mouth frothing with a line of silver drool - Sukuna grunts after each singular gliiiide of his watery orifice drawing down the bottom of your pussy. Sloppy. “F-fucking hell, never felt like this- what the…”

“Are you okay- oh god nghh–”

“M’fuckin’ more than okay.” Spitting out crassly, Sukuna swerves his hips off of the rickety bedsprings to drag his cock harder down your cunt. And it just felt so delicious to have his swollen veins stir up your walls, “S’just— who let you feel this good?”

Your honeyed cunt has made him way too pussydrunk that now he’s tattling out everything from his melty mind. And you can only whine– “Heh-” One hand grazing his scorched ear, “You’re blushing, Kuna- better not be ngh- tapping out on me.”

“Tapping out?” Punctuated by a hard spank against the door to your womb - exactly where he said he would be - and then a harder one against your mapped-out g-spot. “Me? Me tappin’ out?”

Blinking through the splotchy whites sparking in your vision, “Y-yeah- fuck!”

SPANK!

Oh-so-hard, he’s swatting your pussy with enough stinging force that it makes glittering drops of slick splash across his slamming palm. “You n’ this smartass pussy are gonna see.” He’s gritting through dangerously grinning teeth, “There’s a fuckin’ reason I’m Ryomen fucking Sukuna.”

Because he’s rude - and he fucks even ruder.

Pounding away upwards into you like he doesn’t care if he’s bruising great purple bruises at the bottom of your cervix. The mattress creaks in fervent protest after each gyration of his hips, “P-please-” The only thing you’re mewling out like a broken record, “I-it just feels so…”

Trailing off, your movements are sluggish as your hand starts to slither down between your rutting legs. Yearning to just touch your neglected clit-

SPANK!

“Oi- and who’d ya think you are to touch- hngh- my pretty girl?” He’s grinning, manhandling you in an instant. Before your candied brain can catch up, Sukuna has both your arms pinned behind your back, chin hitting his cushy pecs. “I’ll touch her when I feel like it-”

Such a fucking tease, at the constant timing of his slimy mushroom tip spearing your cunt like a headlight- Sukuna lifts off one of his hands downwards.

Replacing your own with his roughened fingers, he pinches your poor clit—“Sh-shit m’so sensitive there- keep going, Kuna–”

And at this point you weren’t just drooling you were sheening the entirety of his smooth pectorals with a shiny polish. Letting it smear down the side of your cheek as you drunkenly lean on them like pillows, “Chehhh-” He’s spitting out, staring down at the glistening glaze dripping down to his bumpy abs. “Tha’s supposed to stay inside, pretty girl.” 

“I-inside?” Dazedly, the only thing you can think of were your rummaging insides, the way that Sukuna was fucking you like he hated you.

But it was the complete opposite. And he’s draggin’ on your clit, giggling to himself like he’s in love as he watches you huff n’ puff. “God you love it like this- c’mon, ngh- teach, milk this fucking cock- why don’t ya?”

“I-I am-”

SPANK! 

“Harder, mama, make me feel it.”

With a right spank to emphasize his sentence, he’s jostling his hips upwards so you’re left throwing your head back at the full, stretching impact. Unable to even handle the slightly spring recoil that comes with striking your cervix, he’s bouncing you on his pelvis. 

“S’this what you thought about every- hah- time you saw me?” Taking hold of your neck for a brief moment, he’s spitting doooown your throat. “Wantin’ me to fuck this- ngh- pussy raw?”

And the locked restraint on your neck helps bend you into the perfect geometrical curvature to stare up at him as he collapses forwards. Hot breath wafting your features, you whimper- “Y-yes.”

“Not you.”

“Kuna.”

“I’ve been dreamin’ of this for aaages now-” His clammy forehead crinkles as he’s scratching down your clit with the rough texture of his happy trail. Leaving it all stinging n’ raw to make sure the impact is extra sensual as Sukuna rubs over a slooow ‘K’ right on top. 

Rutting into your poor cunt so hard that the skin surrounding his v-line was all reddened- and he can’t help but take one look and moan. “M’getting that tattooed.” Watching as his mean, curvaceous cock molded your walls constantly to him. “Oh- trust when I say-”

And then a ‘U’

“Fuh-fuuuuck, please-” It almost feels like you’re begging for your damn life by now, lungs ripping with moans every time he’s thumping up. You ride your hips in a sexy figure-eight and feel the way Sukuna’s thumb trembles on your clit. 

A wobbly ‘N’

And you already knew what was headed next- oh, you were already prepared. 

But what you weren’t ready for was the completely vicious way that he’s accelerating his papping hips, so fast that the dark tattoo nuzzling your entrance was almost a blur. Thump after thump- 

You’re falling over until that symbolic inking of a widely-opened maw on his stomach licks up your core. Body twitching with white hot flashes of something electric running through your veins, “F-fuck- fuck, s’not gonna last-”

“S’that soooo—?” Sukuna asks down at your pussy to confirm, and only after a few ‘uh-huh’’s does he bore into your stupidly heart-shaped eyes. Tongue lolling straight out for him to lap up into his own mouth, “She says you’re close-”

A firm ‘A’

Another SPANK!

“-and I say you’re cumming already.”

“Wh-what…”

He’s ending off with a perfect heart shape rolled over your clit. What’s that spell- he’s asking mentally. 

Only for you to mewl wantonly as if you’d just heard. “Kuna- Sukuna- Yes- yes m’cumming m’cumming—” 

It’s like you’re enveloped in a tidal wave - you didn’t know where your orgasm started and where it ended. Just that Sukuna’s moans break into something octaves higher as he fucks you through your bliss.

You claw down the expanse of his flexing back with each burst of pre splattering your gooey insides. Toes curled, eyes all teary. “I-it’s so- hck! Feels too good…”

Turning you into absolute mush every time he pumps his thorough inches into you- and the mean fingers on your nub just tug n’ tug.

And it’s only after a few more of your shrilling whines that you’re still feeling the hot entrance of his shaft plummeting through, your walls squeezing ‘round his flared tip. “I want you to cum, too, Sukuna.”

“F-fuck.” He lets out, softly.

Cupping his attractive face, if you thought you were gone then you weren’t ready for the way that Sukuna looked. Cheeks burning hot and red, mouth parted with overspilling drool, brows furrowed into such an expression that it almost makes you feel shy.

Repeating those very same words, you start sloppily swervin’ your hips straight to his. “Cum inside m- ngh, please?”

All this time and his cute lil’ teacher was still minding her p’s and q’s. 

So, of course, when you’re asking him that nicely- it’s the least he could do to listen. To let out a final, vulgar stroke that has him spilling over the edge.

In great, piling heaps of ivory cum that puddles at the bottom of your pussy. There’s so much of it that your ears ring with the lecherous sluuurp–! as your cunt walls suck up every last steaming drop. 

You can feel it trailing down the insides of your thighs like a waterfall and keen, “Just like that, f-fuck…” Almost like you’re hypnotized, you drag one of his much-larger hands to palm the outside of your tummy. “Can feel it all the way here.”

“O-oh my god…” He’s groaning, eyes drifting off to the back of his head as soon as you’re meeting his tempo. Slamming down to rob his aching balls, milking him all dry - you were overspilling and it still wasn’t enough. “Y’really are a dream.” 

And there’s something about the way he’s sluggishly brushing away a stray bead of perspiration from your temple. Something about that lazy, half-lidded look in his eyes, the complete n’ utter reverence in his tone as he asks- “So…s’your type ‘dangerous’, mama?”

Almost…shy.

Oh, it hits you. He’s pussydrunk.

You’d made big, bad Ryomen Sukuna completely and utterly pussydrunk.

To the point where his studded ears flare a deep crimson once you giggle, “Mmm- pretend dangerous, Kuna.” His eyes shine. You think back to that night at the Itadori household, “And I also remember something about quadruplets?” 

It’s then that Sukuna whimpers. 

Not even pulling out. Not even considering such an impossible feat for even a split-second before he rolls your weakened body over.

Hovering over you now, it’s so easy for his beefy arms to tug your legs over his shoulders. Still shaking. Still suffering from the aftermath of your orgasm as he’s holding them tight and bending down, down, dooooown.

Straight into a mating press. 

Oh, your breath catches.

“Before I pound you until you can’t haaah- walk, mama-” Uncharacteristically, Sukuna gulps as he shifts his crimson eyes away from you. “-m’I giving you quadruplets that’ll have my last name?”

Now that was a round-about way to ask someone out- and he knows it, too. 

But it only makes you shuffle up onto your elbows on the now-ruined sheets, sticking to you like glue. You place a lingering peck on Sukuna’s wobbly, overstimulated lips, “Mm- I love you, too, Kuna.”

Oh, how he loves you. He almost cums right then and there. 

Fuck.

He does. 

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.

.

“You.”

“You.” Yuji narrows his eyes down at the sight of Ryomen Sukuna towering over the busy preschool pick-up. Trying to look over his broad shoulders for any sign of his father, “Huh? But dadda said he was coming to pick me up today?”

Sukuna gingerly scratches the back of his head, “Yeah, well…listen, twerp- I mean, kid. There’s something I need to-”

Only to be cut off by a dramatic gasp—“Oh no- Did dadda go to jail just like you-”

“No,”

“Did he drive fast-”

“No.”

“Did he drink-”

“No-”

“Did he slash tires-”

“Maybe once?”

And fuck- he really didn’t understand tiny children, because explain to him why the pink-haired boy starts bawling in his arms. Pitiful enough to draw the glares of parents wrenching their own children away from the perpetrator, loud enough to draw the sweet concern of you.

Walking from your station saying goodbye to one other student, “Yuji what- oh!” You’re pressing your lips together to contain your smile as you happen to see who was throwing Yuji on his shoulders to soothe him. Bouncing him lightly until he smiled- and you did, too. “I didn’t expect you so early today, Kuna.”

“Yeah, well.” He’s using Yuji’s palms to cover the pinkish ends of his blushing ears, “Decided I wanted to see ya off from work today.”

Now past grief and straight into utter nosiness- “Wait- what do you mean ‘see off’.” He gasps, “Is she going to ja-”

“Brat-”

“What your uncle means to say, Yuji-” Playfully pinching his chubby cheeks, you try to ignore the gawking stares of every other one of your remaining students as you promptly turn to face Sukuna. Giving him a sweet, sweet peck on his. “-is that you’ll be seeing a lot more of me around.”

Another gasp - well, multiple.

One from Itadori Yuji, who gapes, open-mouthed between you and his uncle - as if wondering how he ever managed to bag you, and wait does that mean you’re his auntie now?

About twenty from your crowd of students, right along with a few whispers. 

“Hey, isn’t that weird Mr. Mugshot?”

“So that’s why Mr. Mugshot was always red- eugh! In my momma’s dramas they don’t get together, they just die.”

Fushiguro frowns, “I would rather die than watch him like this. Gross.”

“Caviar.”

Walking up from the group, Fushiguro tugs on your skirt. Innocently - but Sukuna could feel the evil intent. He just knew that boy was a villain. “Inumaki asks whether you mind that he sets fires, miss.”

What the fuck is with the fires-

And then finally - three distinct, unfortunately familiar gasps that make Sukuna dread turning around. Struggling against it, even as his nephew tugs on his locks of pink hair with a delighted squeal- “Dadda–! Bubba–! Gramps-”

You smile, watching Choso take flustered pictures of his uncle. “How the hell did you even win her over? All of these are going in the blackmail folder. Maybe your wedding presentation too.”

Sukuna bites back a shy blush- turning it into a scowl, “Maybe…”

“Well, I’ll be.” Wasuke nods his head in approval, “All thanks to the ah- ‘wingmanning’ as the kids say. I’ll be expecting at least three grandchildren in the future, sonny. And when I say ‘future’ I mean in nine months-”

“Dad! It’s too early for that.” Jin, ever-the-voice-of-reason, gives you a breezy handshake. “Congratulations- by the way.” And it’s all soft. It’s all sweet- that is, until you’re trying to pull your hand back and he only tightens his grip. Smile still tightly in place, “I will be the kids’ godfather, by the way.”

Settling an arm around you now, You and Sukuna don’t know whether to laugh or stand in shocked silence as Jin finally sets you free - but you don’t have to make the choice.

Because the annoying, grating voice of Todo Aoi breaks through—“Noooooo– my bride!” 

A/N. Hope you have a lovely week <3

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