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❦ more than just a kiss from him.

paring: caleb, sylus, zayne, xavier & rafayel x f!reader (separate)

tws : nsfw, creampie (vaginal), holding orgasm, gentle sylus, possessive and mean-ish caleb, breeding kink, multiple of rounds, cockwarming, hickeys, slight dom!reader in rafayel’s part, tit play, spanking, messy sēx, no protection, rough sēx and pūssy eating.

synopsis : when it turns out to be more than a kiss.

note : this might be very ooc. ✌🏼✌🏼✌🏼 not proof read!!

★ CALEB ?!

You thought it would be just a kiss. Sweet. Gentle. Something shy and nervous like the way Caleb always looked at you when he thought you weren’t watching.

But the second your lips touched, something cracked.

He kissed you like he was starving.

One hand fisted in your hair, the other yanking your hips against his. His mouth crushed yours open—tongue hot, hungry, licking into you like he’d die without it. You moaned, clinging to his chest as he shoved you back against the wall of your apartment, grinding his cock through his pants right against your needy, throbbing cunt.

“You think I can just kiss you,” he growled against your lips, “and not want to fuck you?”

Your breath hitched. He laughed—low and dangerous—dragging his mouth down your neck and biting hard, right above your collarbone. “I’ve been holding back for weeks, baby. You walk around in those little skirts and smile like you don’t know what you’re doing to me.”

“I—Caleb—”

He didn’t let you finish. He scooped you up, carried you to your bed like you weighed nothing, and laid you out like an offering. His hands were everywhere now—palming your breasts through your shirt, thumb flicking over your nipple, mouth locked onto your pulse as you squirmed under him.

“Take this off,” he commanded, voice thick, tugging your shirt over your head. “Wanna see those tits bounce while I ruin you.”

You shivered. “Y-you’re different tonight.”

“I’m done pretending I don’t want to split you open and keep my cock in your sweet little pussy all fucking night.”

Your panties were soaked. He dragged them down with his teeth, groaning as your scent hit him. His fingers spread your folds open, hot breath fanning over your clit.

“Look at this pussy. So wet already. Dripping for me, pipsqueak.”

You gasped when he dragged one thick finger through your slick slit, pressing down on your clit just enough to make your hips jolt. “Sensitive already? That’s perfect.”

His mouth came down—hot, messy, tongue lapping, teasing, devouring you like he couldn’t get enough. You came too fast, sobbing his name, thighs twitching around his head.

But he didn’t stop.

He licked you through it. Over and over. Until your moans turned into squeals and your legs tried to close, but he held them open, growling.

“Nuh-uh. You’re gonna take it. I’m not even inside you yet, and you’re already falling apart.”

You were a mess when he finally came up, face wet with your slick, mouth red and swollen. “Bet you feel empty now, huh? Pussy clenching around nothing.”

He undid his belt, pulled his cock out—thick, veiny, flushed—and dragged the tip through your folds. You cried out.

“Beg me,” he said softly, teasing your entrance. “Beg me to fuck you. Or I’ll just stay right here, tip inside you all night, and never move.”

You whimpered. “Please. Caleb, please fuck me. I need it, I need you inside—”

He pushed in slowly, inch by inch, his cock stretching you open, filling you so deep you couldn’t breathe.

“Ohhh fuck,” he hissed, head falling forward, his arms trembling from how tight your pussy squeezed him. “You feel fucking unreal. So hot, so fucking wet…”

You clung to him, legs wrapping around his waist. But he didn’t move.

“Stay still,” he whispered. “We’re gonna cockwarm first.”

“C-cockwarm?”

He groaned. “Just wanna feel this pussy hugging my cock. Let it know who it belongs to.”

He buried his face in your neck, holding you close while your pussy clenched around him, fluttering from the pressure and the fullness.

You whined, hips trying to grind. He slapped your ass.

“I said still. You want me to move? Earn it.”

You tried—God, you tried. But every throb of his cock inside you made your walls clench tighter, your clit ache more. He kissed you again, slower now, while his hands roamed your trembling body.

“Fuck, you’re such a good girl,” he whispered. “Keeping my cock nice and warm. Bet you could cum just from this, huh?”

You nodded. Tears welled in your eyes. “Please… it hurts… I need more…”

Then he moved. Just once. Deep, slow, grinding his hips in a lazy circle.

You screamed.

He grinned. “There she is. That’s my sweet little mess.”

He fucked you slowly at first, each thrust deep and punishing. But when your second orgasm built—too fast, too hard—he stopped, buried to the hilt.

“Not yet,” he growled. “You don’t cum until I say. Wanna feel you beg for it.”

You were shaking. Babbling. Your pussy throbbed and clenched around his cock, milking it, desperate.

He gave you more. More thrusts. Sloppier, meaner. Until your legs were shaking and your orgasm hit like fire.

But he didn’t stop then either.

“Oh no, baby. You said you needed it,” he growled, slamming back in so hard the bed creaked. “So take it. Take every fuckin’ inch.”

Your scream broke into a whimper as he pounded into you, cock thick and hot and deep, dragging against every sensitive part of your cunt that was already overstimulated, already wrecked. Your nails clawed down his back but he didn’t care—he was lost now, fucking like he wanted to carve himself into your body, branding you from the inside out.

“Feel that, pipsqueak?” he panted, voice rough in your ear. “Feel how tight you’re gripping me? Like this pussy knows it belongs to me.”

You nodded—more like cried—your thighs trembling, eyes rolled back. “C-Caleb—too much—”

“Too much, but you’re still fuckin’ dripping,” he snarled, pulling out just enough to see your slick stretch between your pussy and his cock. “Still clenching like you want another one.”

He grabbed your hips, dragging you to the edge of the bed, one leg tossed over his shoulder as he fucked down into you—hard. The angle hit your g-spot so perfectly it shattered what little breath you had left.

Your pussy pulsed, spasmed, begged for release.

But he didn’t let up.

“I want you to cum again,” he hissed. “Wanna feel this pretty cunt suck me dry. Show me how greedy she is.”

You sobbed, body convulsing as you came again—harder this time, tighter, wetter. You clenched around him so violently he gasped, stuttering inside you.

But still, he didn’t pull out.

He stayed deep, hips grinding, cock twitching inside your flooded pussy. “Fuck—fuck—you’re gonna milk me, baby. Gonna fuckin’ breed you. Fill this tight little pussy so deep it leaks down your thighs.”

Your eyes flew open, heat flooding your cheeks, your brain fuzzy.

“Wanna feel it?” he moaned, hips jerking. “Wanna feel me cum inside, warm and thick, make you mine from the inside out?”

You whimpered, barely able to speak. “Y-yes—please—Caleb—cum in me—fill me—”

That broke him.

He slammed in once more, buried to the hilt, and came—deep, hot spurts flooding your pussy while he moaned against your throat. You felt it pulse inside you, every thick rope of cum spilling out around his cock as he held you tight and trembled through it.

And even after, when your legs were shaking and your cunt was fluttering around him, he didn’t pull out.

He stayed there, cock still thick, keeping every drop inside.

“Mine,” he whispered against your throat. “You’re fuckin’ mine now.”

★ SYLUS ?!

It started with the way he touched your face.

Just the backs of his fingers at first—brushing your cheek, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. The kind of touch that asked permission without words.

You leaned in.

And that was all he needed.

His lips were soft, careful at first. A breath. A whisper. Then firmer. More insistent. Like he’d been holding himself back for too long.

Sylus kissed like he was memorizing you—slow, exploratory, reverent. His fingers threaded into your hair, and your hands gripped the front of his jacket as he pulled you closer, pressing your chest to his, warmth bleeding through every layer between you.

When you tugged him toward your bed, he paused only to look at you.

“Are you sure?” His voice was low. Calm, but laced with something trembling just under the surface.

You nodded. “I want you, Sylus.”

That’s when his restraint broke.

He undressed you slowly, eyes flicking down your body like he was drinking in every inch. When your shirt came off and your bare breasts spilled free, his breath hitched for the first time that night.

“They’re so soft,” he murmured, fingers cupping them, brushing thumbs across your nipples. “I’ve dreamed of touching you like this. Every time I closed my eyes.”

You whimpered as he bent down and kissed one, gently laving his tongue over the peak, suckling until your back arched. The sensation—his mouth, his breath, his voice in your ear—made your thighs clench together.

“Please, Sylus…”

He kissed down your stomach, between your legs, until he was kneeling at the edge of the bed. His hands coaxed your thighs open, reverent as they slid over your skin, soothing you as if he already knew how nervous you were.

But you were soaked.

And when he finally parted your folds, you heard his breath catch again. “So wet for me already… Is this all for me?”

You nodded, face burning. “Only you.”

He kissed you there, too. Slow. Unhurried. Licking and tasting every drop like he was savoring it.

You came with your hands in his white hair, thighs trembling, gasping his name like a prayer.

And then—he kissed you again, mouth wet with your taste, and laid you back gently, body braced above yours.

When he pushed into you for the first time, you both froze. You felt the stretch, the fullness, the intimacy of it all. And he—he just stared at you. Eyes wide, glassy. The soft red of his irises glowing faintly in the dark.

“You feel like heaven,” he whispered, voice tight, shaking. “I can’t believe this is real.”

You clung to him as he began to move—slow thrusts, deep and warm, grinding more than pounding. He kissed you through it, moaned softly against your mouth as you tightened around him.

When you clenched again, your orgasm building, he stilled deep inside and whispered, “Stay like this a little longer. Just want to feel you wrapped around me…”

You cockwarmed him like that—his length nestled deep inside your fluttering heat, your pussy clenching with every pulse. He groaned softly, holding still, his lips pressed to your neck, your breast in his hand, thumb brushing your nipple until your entire body ached.

Then he started again—slowly building up a rhythm, fucking you through it as your second orgasm bloomed. And this time, he didn’t stop. Not when you came. Not when your thighs trembled. Not when you gasped his name like it was the only word you knew.

“Another,” he murmured against your chest, licking over your nipple, wet and hot. “Let me give you another, sweetheart. Let me make you cum until you forget everything else.”

You lost track of how many times he made you fall apart. Your bodies slick with sweat and release, the sheets beneath you soaked and tangled.

Between rounds, he stayed inside you—never pulling out, never letting go. His cock throbbed, sensitive, twitching inside your still-quivering walls as you cockwarmed him, panting into his chest.

“I don’t want to leave you,” he whispered.

“You won’t,” you breathed, kissing his jaw, stroking his sweat-damp hair. “I don’t want you to.”

The final time he came, it was messy—both of you already so sore, so overstimulated, but so needy. You cried into his shoulder as he filled you up, whispering soft praises into your ear:

“You’re perfect. You’re mine. You feel so good around me.”

When it was over, and your bodies were tangled in the blankets, his softening cock still buried inside you, Sylus pressed a kiss to your temple and said quietly:

“I’ve never made love like that before.”

You smiled, your eyes fluttering shut. “Neither have I.”

★ ZAYNE ?!

It was supposed to be just a kiss.

You were curled up on the couch together after a late-night walk—your legs over his lap, your body tucked into his warmth, the city lights outside flickering through the glass. He was playing with your fingers, tracing over each knuckle with a focused calm that only made your heart race more.

Then he leaned in.

And you tilted your chin just enough to meet him halfway.

The kiss was slow at first—deep, soft, like he had all the time in the world to taste you. But the moment your tongue slid against his, he groaned into your mouth and the hand on your thigh gripped harder.

“I wasn’t planning this,” he muttered against your lips, voice low and warm like whiskey. “But you keep looking at me like you want me to lose control.”

You bit your lip. “Maybe I do.”

That did it.

In one motion, he lifted you into his arms and carried you to the bedroom. You clung to him, heart pounding, breath shaking. He laid you down like you were something precious—but when he kissed you again, it wasn’t soft anymore. It was hungry.

Zayne hovered above you, slipping your shirt up over your chest, eyes narrowing when your breasts spilled free. His thumb brushed your nipple, slow and deliberate.

“You’re always this sensitive?” he asked, voice teasing but darkened with need.

“Only with you…”

“Good,” he murmured, leaning down to suck your nipple into his mouth, tongue hot and wet as it circled. “Because I’m not stopping once I start.”

His hands moved lower, peeling your clothes away one piece at a time until you were bare beneath him. You reached for his shirt, tugging it off, and gasped softly at the heat of his skin, the hard muscle beneath.

Then—his pants. He unbuckled them lazily, watching your reaction as his cock came free. Long, thick, flushed at the tip and already dripping precum.

You stared. He smirked.

“Don’t get shy now. You’re the one who started this.”

When he spread your legs and settled between them, cock brushing your soaked entrance, your breath hitched.

“I’ll go slow,” he promised, rubbing the tip against your folds. ��First time should feel good. You’ll take me, inch by inch.”

And you did.

It stretched you open slowly, deliciously, your wetness easing the way as he pushed deeper. You clung to him, nails digging into his shoulders. He kissed you through it, patient but possessive, hips rocking deeper until he was fully inside.

You whimpered. “Zayne—”

“I know, baby. I know.” He kissed your neck, your shoulder. “So tight around me. Can barely move.”

But he did move.

His hips rolled in smooth, deep thrusts that hit places you didn’t know could feel so good. The sound of it—wet, slick, obscene—filled the room, your gasps joining his low groans.

When he leaned back to look down at where he disappeared into you, his jaw clenched.

“Messy already,” he said softly, almost reverently. “You’re soaking me, sweetheart.”

You arched beneath him, chasing more friction, your legs locking around his waist.

“That’s it,” he whispered, faster now. “Fuck—just like that. Taking it so well. So greedy for me.”

You came hard, crying his name, your pussy clenching around him so tight it stole his breath. But he didn’t stop. He pulled out only to flip you over onto your stomach, pulling your hips up and sliding back in with a groan that rumbled in his chest.

“Didn’t think one would be enough, did you?”

You shook your head, eyes glassy. “More… please, more…”

He gave you more.

Round two was rougher—thrusts deeper, faster, his hands gripping your hips, holding you steady as he fucked into you with slow, perfect precision. The wet slap of skin echoed through the room. He pulled your hair gently, just enough to make you gasp, then leaned forward to bite at your shoulder.

“I want to wreck you,” he said, panting now. “Want you to feel me tomorrow. Every time you sit. Every time you close your eyes.”

You clenched again, and he groaned. “Oh, you like that, don’t you?”

Your orgasm hit hard and fast—legs trembling, mouth open in a silent scream. He stayed deep through it, cock twitching, then finally pulled out and flipped you into his lap.

“Ride me,” he said, voice thick. “Use me.”

You obeyed, straddling him, sinking back down onto his cock with a cry. His hands gripped your hips as you rode him, your tits bouncing, your slick dripping down his thighs. He leaned forward to suck your nipple again, moaning against your skin.

And when he finally came, he held you down, burying himself as deep as he could. You felt the warmth flood inside you, and he whispered against your mouth:

“Gonna fill you again. And again. You’ll be leaking me for hours.”

☆

You ended up cockwarming him between rounds, your body slumped against his, both of you trembling and breathless.

His hand rested on your thigh, thumb drawing lazy circles. His cock, still thick, pulsed inside your overstimulated cunt.

“Think you can take one more?” he asked, voice low, steady—like he already knew the answer.

And you did.

Three more, actually.

★ XAVIER ?!

You barely remembered how the kiss started—just that it was slow at first. Sweet. Xavier’s lips brushing against yours like he was still holding back, like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to take more than that.

But Xavier always knew exactly what he was doing. That softness was bait.

His hand slid behind your neck, fingers tightening until you gasped, and that was all the invitation he needed. His tongue slipped between your lips, hot and hungry, licking into your mouth like he owned it. And god, he kissed like he wanted to ruin you with it—groaning low in his throat, tilting your head just right so he could swallow every sound you made.

“Open your mouth, baby,” he rasped between kisses, “let me in properly.”

You did, dazed, lips parting further—and the way he moaned when you obeyed made your thighs press together. He kissed like a man who hadn’t eaten in days. Like he needed you to breathe.

And then his hand slid down your back—slow, teasing—until it gripped your ass and squeezed.

“You feel this?” he growled, grinding his hips up against you. You could feel his cock already, thick and heavy through his pants, rutting against your thigh like he couldn’t wait another second. “I’ve been hard for hours. Thought about you all day. You’ve got no idea how badly I need that pussy.”

You shivered at the bluntness in his voice—no sweet talk, no pretending he wasn’t a fucking animal beneath all that calm. His mouth found your throat, nipping, sucking, biting. Leaving marks. Owning you.

“Take off your clothes,” he said, already pushing your top up. “Or I’ll rip them off. Your choice.”

You stripped fast, heat crawling over your skin, heart pounding. And Xavier didn’t wait—his hands went straight between your legs the moment you were bare, fingers sliding into your soaked pussy like he’d been there a thousand times.

“Look at that,” he murmured. “Already wet. Fuck, you're so messy, baby. Were you this desperate just from kissing me?”

“Y-Yes—”

“Good girl,” he cooed, slapping your ass hard enough to make you jolt. The sting made your cunt clench around his fingers.

"You like that? Getting spanked while I play with your little pussy?"

“Mmnh—Xavier—”

Xavier chuckled low. “You’ve got no idea what I’m gonna do to you tonight”

He pulled his fingers out just to suck them clean—groaning like you were the sweetest thing he’d ever tasted—then shoved you onto your hands and knees.

And when he pulled his cock out, you moaned without even seeing it. You could feel it in the air. Heavy. Veiny. Big enough to make your thighs tremble with need.

He didn’t tease. He didn’t prep. Just grabbed your hips, lined himself up, and sank into your dripping pussy in one slow, brutal stroke.

“Fuck—” he hissed, grabbing your ass with both hands as he bottomed out. “Tight—so fucking tight around me. This pussy was made for me.”

You cried out, nails digging into the sheets, overwhelmed by how deep he was. How full you felt. Xavier was splitting you open like he was carving his name into your body.

Then he started thrusting. Deep, punishing strokes that made your ass slap against his thighs, loud and wet and obscene.

“You hear that?” he groaned. “That's your pussy talking. So fucking loud for me. So messy.”

You could barely breathe—tears pricking at your eyes from the pace, from how hard he was fucking you, spanking your ass in between every few thrusts until your skin was stinging and your legs shook.

And then he leaned over you, pressed his chest to your back, and whispered:

“I’m gonna fill you up, baby. Gonna fuck my cum so deep in that little cunt, you’ll feel it for days.”

“Nghh—Xavier—”

“You want it, don’t you? Want me to breed you. Stuff you full and make sure no one else can ever touch this pussy.”

“Y-Yes—please—”

“Say it.”

“I want you to breed me—please—“ you sobbed, feeling the edge already building, already crashing down.

“Good fucking girl.”

He pounded into you faster, deeper, cock hitting your cervix again and again until you were gushing around him, pussy convulsing like it was begging to be filled.

And when you came—screaming his name into the pillow—Xavier groaned so loud it sounded almost like a growl. He slammed into you one last time and came deep, cock pulsing as he spilled hot, thick cum inside you.

“Take it,” he groaned. “Take all of it. You’re mine now.”

You felt it drip out the second he pulled back—warm and messy, leaking down your thighs. And Xavier just watched it, lazily stroking your ass with one hand.

“Don’t move,” he murmured. “We’re not done. I’m not leaving until I’ve filled you again. And again. And again.”

★ RAFAYEL ?!

Rafayel whimpered into your mouth when you bit his bottom lip—soft, needy, just the way you liked hearing him. His fingers curled in the sheets, hips twitching beneath you like he didn’t know what to do with all the heat running through him. And god, you loved him like this. Face flushed, golden eyes glassy, his body warm and trembling under yours.

“You’re being good for me tonight, hm?” you whispered against his cheek, dragging your lips down to his neck. “Letting me do whatever I want?”

Rafayel nodded, voice catching. “Y-Yeah… please—keep touching me.”

“Mmh, that’s what I like to hear.”

You kissed along his throat, slow and purposeful, then sucked a mark right under his jaw. He gasped when you did it—hands twitching, cock throbbing against your inner thigh. You could feel how hard he was. How badly he wanted you to touch him there. But you didn’t rush. You layered his skin with red, wet hickeys, each one messier than the last, until he was covered in evidence of your mouth.

He shivered every time you pulled back with a little pop. Every sound he made was like a prize. A reward. Your sweet, perfect boy.

“Look at you,” you murmured, sliding your hand down his chest, over his stomach, until you finally wrapped your fingers around his aching cock. “Dripping already. Is that all for me?”

“Mmh—yes,” he breathed. “Please…”

You pumped him slowly, watching his hips buck into your grip like he couldn’t help it. His eyes fluttered shut, brows pinched like he was already close just from your hand alone.

And you adored it. How sensitive he was. How easily he melted under you.

“Can I ride you?” you asked softly, nuzzling his cheek. “Or are you gonna fall apart the second I slide in?”

He let out a breathy laugh, cheeks burning. “I—I don’t care… I just want to feel you. Please—need you so bad.”

You kissed him again, longer this time—tongue teasing, just enough dominance to make him squirm—before you lined yourself up and sank down onto his cock in one smooth motion.

He moaned loud, helpless.

“Oh my god—” he gasped, hands flying to your waist as you bottomed out. “You feel… fuck, you feel so good.”

You held still for a moment, loving the way his body trembled, the way he clung to you like you were the only thing holding him together.

“That’s it,” you whispered against his ear, “take it, baby. Let me fuck you.”

You started to move—slow, deep rolls of your hips, dragging his cock through your slick heat with aching precision. Rafayel groaned, head tipping back against the pillow, his mouth falling open. He looked ruined already, and you’d barely started.

“You gonna cum already?” you teased, dragging your nails lightly down his chest. “You always get so desperate when I’m on top…”

He shook his head weakly. “N-No—just… feels too good—”

You leaned forward, kissed him again—then whispered against his lips:

“I want it inside. Every drop.”

His cock twitched hard inside you.

“You want that too, don’t you?” you cooed. “Want to fill me up, make sure I’m dripping with your cum. You wanna breed me, Rafayel?”

“Yes,” he whimpered, voice cracking. “Please—please let me—I want it so bad—”

You clenched around him, hips grinding harder now, riding him in steady, deep thrusts that had him unraveling beneath you.

“Cum for me, baby,” you breathed. “Fill me up. Don’t hold back.”

He came with a cry, cock throbbing inside you as he spilled deep—hot and heavy and so much it made you gasp, made your pussy flutter around him like your body was drinking it all in. He clung to you like he couldn’t breathe without you, nails digging into your hips as you milked every last drop from him.

You didn’t stop moving until he was shaking, overstimulated, begging softly against your neck.

And then you kissed him again—gentle this time—cupping his cheek, stroking through his hair.

“You did so good for me,” you whispered. “Look how full I am.”

He peeked down between your bodies, face red and eyes wide, watching your pussy slowly leak his cum around the base of his cock.

“…Can we do it again?” he asked quietly.

You smirked.

“Of course, sweetheart. I’m not done with you either.”

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❦ pt. seven — nervous > pt. six here

cw: blood/violence & heavy angst for this part

twisting and turning in your mirror, you fiddled with the straps of the dress you'd slipped yourself into. your brother told you it was a black tie event and to find something decently fitting the attire before heading out to pick up his date, letting you know he'd meet you there.

he also gave you sukuna's number the night before so the two of you could discuss anything last-minute. you didn't know how you felt about that, but in the end you actually did need to text him.

12:43 PM — you: hey. what color tie you wearing?

12:45 PM — sukuna: uhhh probably red, why?

leaving him on read, you ran a couple of errands before the evening rolled around, preparing yourself for the night out. it was actually quite perfect that he'd settled on that color since you had a dress stuffed away in the back of your closet that would fit the event.

it was a satin, crimson maxi dress with a slit running up your thigh and an open back. it hugged your body perfectly—a sexy look yet modest enough for such a formal.

you checked the time, seeing that sukuna should be arriving any minute before reapplying your lipgloss and sliding your black gloves on. utahime lended you her black faux fur shawl to accompany your dress and when you rested it against your shoulder, it tied the outfit together perfectly.

the door bell ring sounded in your ears and you furrowed your brows., clasping your gold earrings on. sukuna has a key to your apartment so why doesn't he just make himself known? he had no issue popping up a couple months back to find you naked.

cringing, you willed the thought away and slipped your heels on to meet him at the door. swinging it open, you were met with a wide set of shoulders and the scent of a peppery and caramel hinted cologne wafting in your nostrils, along with a darker tone of something else. god, he smells good.

leaning against the doorframe on one arm, he had curled two fingers behind the collar of his stygian blazer and had it tossed behind his back. he was sporting a black dress shirt that hugged his frame so tight that you could see his muscles protruding right through, a downright mouth-watering display. his dark red tie matched the irises of his eyes, and the rich tones of your dress.

his free hand was shoved in his pocket, a golden watch twinkling upon his wrist. the black dress slacks he wore were crisp and fitted perfectly. jesus, did the guy get his suit tailored for tonight?

you peered back up, satisfied with your ogling and meeting... blown pupils, the garnet of his irises barely there.

his chest seemed to be heaving quite a bit and his mouth was parted, enough to see those sharp canines, a rabid look on his face as his eyes darted all along your figure and settling on your cleavage.

smacking his cheek, you stepped out and past him, shutting the door with a smirk. "nice try," you said, adjusting your heels and checking your phone. if you allowed the guy who thinks with his dick to stare any longer, he'd be late and sukuna would in fact not be indebted to you, an opportunity you weren't willing to pass up. "let's go. we're gonna be late."

what you didn't know was the way sukuna felt lightheaded from the overwhelming presence of you and he cursed himself for letting his carnivorous instincts take over in the moment.

you were a fucking beauty. he knew you were beautiful, always have. but seeing you dressed up in that scandelous dress like an actress from the fifties had him twitching. because he knew it was for him. kind of for him.

flexing his hands, he shook his head and followed you out. once you reached the steps outside, he hurried his stride to hold a hand out for you but you took one glance at his hand and scoffed, opting for the railing. the guy had a long way to go for you to even consider him an acquaintance.

descending the steps carefully, your head spun on a swivel for his car and frowning when you couldn't place. "where's your...?" you trailed off, peering up at him.

stepping behind you, he placed his hands atop the shawl you had pulled over you and turned your shoulders, your eyes landing on...

"a motorcycle?" you asked, starstruck as you turned to look behind you.

"yup." he stated, proud of himself and eyes glinting with mirth as he looked down at you before heading over to the side of his motorcycle and sliding his blazer back on. he looked particularly good tonight and you hated admitting it. you'd never seen him dress up so well but you'd be damned if you'd fuel his already overflowing ego.

trudging over in your kitten heels, you stared at the seat as he climbed on comfortably and placed his hands over the handles, looking behind his shoulder at you.

nodding, you took a couple of steps back. "ya know, i think i'll just call an uber-."

he sighed, tossing his long leg over the dual saddle and walking to a clip holding two helmets. grabbing the smaller one, he looked at it head-on before stepping over to you and sliding it on your head.

he leaned down until he was eye level with you and flipped the visor open, his deep red irises staring back at you. "get on."

something fluttered in your stomach, making you nod your head and obediently tuck your dress under your thighs. you cursed yourself for being so docile in the moment but something about his hoarse tone made your heart do jumping jacks.

no. it wasn't your heart. your heart wasn't open to him. it was... something else you totally didn't make up.

sukuna smirked, watching you mutter to yourself in angered, hushed tones and slid his own helmet on and his biking gloves.

you expected him to make himself comfortable on the seat in front of you, but instead he swiftly placed his hands along your ribcage and lifted you like you weighed nothing, scooting you onto the front seat.

turning back, you watched as he crossed his beefy leg over and you felt his chest brush up against your back, your pulse accelerating and biting your lip.

if not for the helmet, you'd feel his warm breath fanning the crown of your ear, the proximity making you dizzy. "you do this with all your dates?" you breathed out, adjusting your dress nervously.

you couldn't see his face, but you could hear his smirk when he said, "what dates?"

now that the two of you were mounted, he maneuvered the kickstand up and started the bike. "hold here if you're scared," he whispered in a teasing tone, his large hands pointing out small handles.

your clammy fingers grasped them immediately, clearing your throat and bracing yourself. the feeling of his thighs caging in your form was all too noticeable, making you want to clench your thighs from the way your arousal was damn near pooling in your panties at the feel.

the sound of revving entered your ears, the thrum of the bike vibrating your body and electrifying every last nerve that was shot seconds before.

glancing behind him, sukuna kicked off and rolled the handles, pushing the two of you into the bustling, late night traffic.

the cold breeze of the night whipped at the bare areas of your skin, but soon, you didn't care. you felt good, really good.

neon lights illuminating the city streets flickered in your peripherals as sukuna darted between cars, his form bowing onto yours. on occasion, he'd slip a hand to your midsection to pull you closer to him to avoid you falling, but every single time would leave you lightheaded at the harmless gesture.

there was a heightened awareness in your surroundings. though the helmet dulled it just a tad bit, the sheer adrenaline coursing through you had your heart beating a steady quickened rhythm in your ears.

the pure exhilaration of the ride had a hearty laugh leaving your lips, lifting your arms in the air on the freeway with a sounded squeal.

the pink haired man could feel his heart drop to his stomach, the corner of his lip tugging upwards as he adjusted the flounce of your dress to keep you decent. "pipe down," he yelled over the rushing sound of air.

"i can't! this is fucking amazing!" you shrilled, your breaths quickening by the second. "why didn't you take me for a ride sooner?" you innocently pushed, your tone nothing but jocular as you kept your eyes straight forward.

sukuna opened his mouth to respond, but ultimately bit his lip. he honestly doesn't even know why he pulled all the strings of fixing up his bike for one night. it'd been stuffed to the back of his storage room unit for a couple years now and he's never humored fixing it up for a date.

what is he even thinking? this isn't a real date.

he could feel his mood turn sour by the second, thankfully saved by the emergence of the building of the awaited destination. it was a simple tall, glass skyscraper adorned with golden rims.

he pulled up near the entrance, jutting the kickstand out and tossing his keys to the valet as you slipped your helmet off and handed it to sukuna. while you adjusted your hair, he set your helmet back down.

this time, you took the hand he offered you absentmindedly, tossing your leg over and moving to get off.

unfortunately, your heel caught in the hem and you tripped forward, falling flat against sukuna's chest.

your narrowed slits widened, gawking up at the man to see that he was still sporting his helmet, his expression shielded.

thank god for it. because you would've seen the way he was entirely entranced in your adorable expression, his dick twitching at the sight.

"s-sorry," you mumbled, dropping his hand and grounding yourself. you adjusted your dress and cursed yourself from making it look like you were some damsel in distress.

he parroted your motions, shaking his coral tresses with his back turned to you, dusting his hands before peeling the gloves off. "ready?" he asked over his shoulder and you punched down the sheer attraction this man radiated in you.

"ready."

he settled by the side of you, holding a folded arm out to you and you rolled your eyes with a scoff, sliding your hand through the space and holding onto his bicep carefully. the man straightened immediately, masking the hitch of his breath with a simulated cough and began his stride.

sukuna took into account your height difference, the man nearing seven feet tall and you... significantly shorter. meaning he had to walk at a steady pace for you to keep up. the both of you shuffled into an elevator alongside another couple too busy pecking and giggling to each other, causing you and sukuna to exchange a look of worry before immediately turning away.

what if you didn't come off as romantic enough? what if they could read through it? truthfully, it shouldn't matter too much, as a plus-one is optional in the first place. but a part of you wanted to follow-through with this to a T. you wanted sukuna to land whatever position he wanted.

you brushed the thought off along with your growing nerves. now was not the time to overthink. cross that bridge when you get there. you exhaled a breath to steady yourself and unconsciously squeezed his arm closer to you for comfort while stepping out.

his eyes darted down to you, watching as your doe eyes widened to take in the scenery, the enchantment on your face crystal clear. he scoffed and rolled his eyes. you were so easily entertained, can't hold back an expression for the life of you.

it was a large venue, he wouldn't diminish the fact. traditional decorations with a sophisticated color palette, nothing he hasn't seen before in his line of work. but you looked like a bright eyed deer, drowning in your surroundings and admiring every little thing that captivated you.

"look! look! they have a chocolate fountain," you whispered up at him, though your eyes were glued to the brown cascading liquid.

sukuna scoffed, running a hand through his neatly gelled hair. "you never try one?"

your head spun to look at him, your mouth nearly falling slack. "you have?"

he let out a laugh, squinting his eyes down at you. "'course i have. can't work in food and not be familiar with those sorts of things."

you cocked your head, humming in response. now that you think about it, you actually had no idea what sukuna did for work. "you work in food?"

he began pacing with you glued to his hip, eyeing the crowd as he spoke. "worked as a caterer for 2 years, then a bartender for a bit, and have been a sous chef for the past year."

you gasped, covering a clothed hand over your mouth as sukuna led you towards the coat rack. "no way you work as a sous chef..." you trailed off in awe.

he grunted, dropping your arm for a moment to slide your faux fur off of your shoulder and hang it up. "had me doin' grunt work for a while," he huffed, scooping your arm back up into his and keeping his gaze forward. "now i've got a real position. something good."

you didn't know you had it in you, but a very small part of you was proud of him. proud that he was so passionate about something. sukuna was a quiet guy, to hear him string together so many sentences about one thing was astounding.

fixing your eyes before you, you had a difficult time holding back a smile, which didn't go unnoticed by him. "wanna congratulate me or something?" he nudged your arm and you swatted him.

"shut up. i'd rather tame a lion than do that," you bristled, shuddering your shoulders at the thought.

in a matter of seconds, you could feel every muscle in his bulging bicep contract, making you glimpse up at him. he had fallen pallid, his adam's apple bobbing as he stared forward.

you slowly followed his gaze to see a short man with winter-white hair to display his age. his skin was wrinkled like crumpled paper and he had a permanent scowl on his face, occasionally lifting his hand from his cane to run his fingers through his wiry beard.

tilting your head in wonder, you turned back to sukuna and shook his arm. "what? ...you know him or something?"

"fuck yeah i know 'em," he breathed out, his voicy rattling. "not like he's the founder of effervescent."

"andddd i'm supposed to know what that is," you queried.

sukuna sighed, running a hand over his face. "that's the chef botan. effervescent is the highest rated michelin star restaurant in all of fuckin' japan. i could only fucking dream about dining there, much less working there," he grunted.

this time, you couldn't feign your smile. ryomen sukuna seems to have a heart about something. "let's go talk to him."

his head whipped to you, pupils wide and lip near quivering. "what?" he barked back, his defensive already guarding him and putting up arms.

"he's here for a reason, sukuna. not to look ominous and aura-farm, he's here to offer students positions. why else would he be here?"

sukuna stared at you, parting his lips to come up with some excuse, but it failed him. you were right, the old man was in attendance for that exact reason. but that doesn't mean he would go up to him and strike up a conversation.

"nah... i'm good. i don't have nothin' prepared and i-."

"sukuna."

your interruption halted him, your tone flat and solemn.

"we're going up to him and you're going to sweep him off his fuckin' feet."

it felt like the wind was knocked from his lungs hearing that from your lips. "why're you... helping me?" he couldn't wrap his head around the fact that you were going out of your way to do even more than you'd agreed to.

and you couldn't figure it out either. something inside of you stirred, at the pit of your stomach, but you brushed it off, glancing over your shoulder and back to sukuna. "we gonna do this or what? because he's headed over here."

immediate panic washed over the brute of a man, his limbs going straight as logs and you could feel it. you also remembered your other promise to sukuna, that you would make this—whatever you had with sukuna—believable.

"kiss me," you breathed out, peering up at him with trepidation as you barely could believe what you'd just uttered.

his face paled. "what...?"

"now. kiss me, right now."

he stared at you in disbelief, his heart stopping for a few moments as he peered down to you, his lips connecting with yours. firm, domineering, enchanting.

though it was for a brief few seconds, you could feel the world fall away. all of your senses dulled except for places you felt him. his top lip slotting beneath yours, his breath enveloping your space and demanding dominance as he damn near sucked the air from your lungs.

he tasted like something smoky, and it was clear he must've eaten a mint before coming out. his tongue faintly brushed your lower lip and it took everything in you not to push up on the soles of your heels and kiss him deeper. a soft gasp, one only he bore witness to, left your lips and his chest thrummed with something heavy.

pulling away, you met his closed eyes and pouted lips before his dark lashes fluttered open, looking at you with a softened expression you'd never seen before. his pupils were blown wide with awe and something you didn't want to name, admiring the flushed expression you'd adorned.

swallowing every electryfying nerve in your body, you spun your head and waved a hand, donning the most genuine smile you could. "mr. botan! it's such a pleasure to finally meet you."

sukuna managed to miss you whipping him over to the old guy and introducing yourself, saying how your boyfriend of five years never shut up about him. he was too entranced in the fact that it felt as if he'd been buried six feet underground for years and it was your kiss that brought him to life.

"baby baby, tell me what you were telling me last week," you spat with a knowing look, tapping his shoulder with feigned playfulness.

"what?" he replied, tone nearly slurred as he turned to the man before him and suddenly feeling breathless. "oh fuck," he blurted in surprise, realizing where he was, and realizing too late he'd sworn in front of his idol.

you and mr. botan exchanged a weary look as sukuna gaped, gathering his mental bearings. "ah. nice to meet you both," the elder spoke, feeling the discomfort in the air and looking to retreat before sukuna called out.

"pan seared scallops and cauliflower," sukuna inappropriately blurted, all too loud and the chef stopped in his footsteps, peering past his shoulders.

you pinched sukuna's bicep, praying to god that he wouldn't let this opportunity pass up with his awkward display.

"sorry?"

"pan seared scallops and cauliflower, your signature dish. no one can match the unequivocal balance of umami and sweetness like you can, sir. except me. uh, ...sir. with all due respect. if you were to offer me a position at your restaurant, i'd prove to you that i can elevate it. give me 45 minutes and a kitchen and i'll bring you a reinvented dish."

sukuna continued on in depth about the rest of his five course menu, ranging from accents of his unique sauces, untraditional cooking methods, and palette cleansers. you couldn't help but watch in awe as the man who pracitically grunted and groaned about everything melted when he talked about the things he loved.

and thankfully, the old guy seemed as capitvated as boomers go. "you're a cocky bastard," he spoke out, clasping his shaky hands behind his back. "i might need more of that in my kitchen."

the pink-haired man nearly folded upon that comment. "really?"

"yes. you should thank your girlfriend who should teach you some manners before you come to me," he snarkly replied, catching your eye and you flushed at the comment, shielding your mouth with a chuckle.

"anything, sir." sukuna said, and you poked his side.

"come over here so we can discuss more," he aimed at sukuna and you took this as your moment to make yourself scarce. with a squeeze of his bicep, you bid sukuna farewell and good luck, padding over to the bar and exhaling whilst adjusting the bodice of your dress.

you grabbed a champange glass from the display and leaned against the counter, eyeing the attendees. there were quite a few familiar faces you could make out as students from your campus, until a recognizable face made it's way towards you.

"sayuri!" you called out, throwing your arms over your friends shoulders and pulling back to hold her by the biceps, admiring her attire. "holy shit, you look amazing."

the brunette beamed, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear as she took in your attire. "i could say the same about you, girl. drop dead fucking gorgeous," she breathed out.

you smiled brightly back at her, handing her a glass of champagne which she took in appreciation, clinking hers against yours.

"you looking for an internship, too?" you asked, glancing at her as you took a swig. sayuri was one of the few girls you'd had a chance to make friends with that were on the cheer team since the two of you shared a finance class freshman year and she carried you, which you were so thankful for.

she sighed, the worry coiled in her face. "yeah. there's a law firm here offering a paid internship for students to assist judges in court rooms. no fucking way i'm letting the opportunity pass up."

"how's the hunt going?" you asked, keeping your eyes on sukuna on the opposite side of the hall. though mr. botan wasn't an extremely expressive person, he didn't seem to be pissed off, which was a great start.

"i dunno, looks like a great deal of other law majors had the same idea as me," she exhaled.

you turned to her and gave her a reassuring smile. "sayuri. you've gotta be the most qualified person for the position. there's no doubt you aren't gonna sweep all these old geezers off their feet," you chuckled. sayuri was a well-decorated student that managed to juggle her law classes with the varsity cheer team.

she nodded in thought and flashed you a grateful look. "anyway, looks like you finally bagged him."

your brows furrowed, passing a curious look to sayuri. "what do you mean?"

"oh, don't play dumb," she giggled, then matched your curious gaze and her face dropped. "oh. you're serious."

"sayuri. what the hell are you talking about?"

"sukuna...?" she drawled out in question and you felt your stomach drop.

"huh? we aren't- me and sukuna aren't anything. i'm only here to make him look good," you explained, clairifying that there was no bubbling romance between the two of you.

she squinted her eyebrows and cocked her head. "that's not what hana was saying..." she trailed off.

"hana? sayuri, if you don't explain whatever information you've got right now, i might explode."

she shook her head, an unserious laugh trickling from her lips that did nothing to soothe your trepidation. "relax. it's just that... hana was telling half the cheer squad that at the party two nights ago, sukuna was mumbling your name when they were making out."

"WHAT?" you yelled suddenly, and earned a few odd stares before slapping your hand over your mouth and squeaking out a small "what?" through parted fingers.

her eyes widened in disbelief. "...you didn't know?"

"fuck, no. i had no idea..." and then your jaw fell slack at realization. that's why she said 'go get your man?' when she huffed past you that night. dragging a hand down your face, you sighed.

there's no way that sukuna was thinking about you when kissing hana. it... it doesn't sound right. that makes literally no sense.

and why did he apparently lie when you asked him about it? saying hana was just drunk and confused?

but, if it were true, it would make some sense with sukuna's odd behavior as of late. the guy seemed like he was grieving a loss for the past couple of months, and if you were to align it with your interactions...

"fuck." you sighed, staring straight at the floor. sukuna had never been one for apologies. he was a tight-lipped bastard that did whatever he wanted and took whatever he pleased. it was unbelievably out of character for him to apologize to you in the first place, nonetheless his odd behavior around you that didn't align with his casual indifference.

you didn't want to utter the question lingering on your tongue, feeling unbelievably bitter and confused and angry. but what right did sukuna have to look at you in such a manner, like the two of you mattered to each other? after everything he'd done to you?

before sayuri had the chance to reassure you, the sound of metal hitting glass resonated in your ears. you peered up, to see a man in a suit ready to commemorate the crowd with a speech.

your chest tightened, flashes of injustice and rage flickering in your sight.

"i'll see you later, 'kay?" sayuri said, patting your shoulder with a smile and disappearing into the crowd surrounding the platform at the end of the banquet hall.

your fiery gaze flickered over to where sukuna was, only to see mr. botan focusing on the speech. with narrowed eyes, you searched the room until you landed on his brutish figure stepping into the elevator.

you clicked your heels over, a scowl on your face as you stood before the shut doors of the elevator and watched as the neon red number increased, promptly stopping on floor twenty.

calling it back, you waited until it returned to your level and stepped in. you jammed a finger into the number panel as the doors clicked shut, following up to floor twenty. it was the top floor, tapping your fingers absentmindedly against your folded arms in a show of your irritation.

once the doors slid open, the cold air nipped at your bare skin and had your tresses pushed back. you braced yourself, holding your arms close to your form. you pushed onto the open, garden-styled roof, illuminated by the lights of the bustling city and the night sky alone.

sukuna was perched over the railing, glancing over his shoulder with a cigarette hanging limply from his lips, an unusual smile for a man of his sort making it's way to his lips once he'd taken notice of you. he'd made his way out to the roof for some fresh air moments ago as his adrenaline was coursing through his excited body.

making his way over to you, he puffed smoke from his lips and grinned, flicking the smoker to the ground and crushing it with his dress shoes. "pea, fuck. you'll never fucking guess-."

"what the fuck is your problem?" you harshly interrupted, your eyes narrowed as your cheeks that were chilly immediately warmed from the anger radiating from you. the alcohol coursing through you, though it wasn't much, had you feeling top-heavy.

his smile dropped, reading your flare-up as another fuck up of his, though he was utterly bewildered as to why. "what are you talking about?"

"hana." you blurted with a growl, taking a step closer to him as you felt like with the distance, you couldn't shove your frustration farther enough up into his face. "you fucking-. why the fuck would you say my name?"

sukuna felt a sudden lightness in his stomach, his mouth going desert dry from your confession as he realized what you were talking about. "...you heard?"

"that doesn't fucking matter!" you cursed, your volume reaching a crescendo as you threw your arms out. "just what is your fucking problem with me? huh?" you spat, taking a step closer to him and jabbing a finger into his chest. "one moment, you can't get your fucking hands off of me, the next you're satisfied that you met your fill," you gritted out in a fit of rage, eyes practically piercing holes through his head.

he looked down at your hand and felt that corroded hole in his chest bleed a little bit more before he packed it full of his rage. "you're one to fucking talk," he bit, hushed, and pushing his head lower to intimidate you.

"oh really? and how is this my fault?" you scoffed out incredulously, his audacity practically making steam puff from your ears.

"YOU JUST FUCKING KISSED ME!" he yelled out, baring his teeth as he peered down to your level. "wanna explain that one to me, huh?" he queried mockingly, a nasty snarl dancing on his lips.

"t-that's..." you trailed off, your voice going quiet, the sudden realization that maybe you weren't entirely innocent either.

"yeah. fuck that," he clenched his teeth before peering behind you. "fuck."

tears trickled down your cheeks, your body hot and clammy, not realizing the sounds behind you until it was too late.

the rattling sound of bone crunching under skin snapped your attention back, seeing sukuna shuffle backwards, his hand reaching his face.

"you alright?" a familiar, furious voice gritted out and your eyes widened into huge orbs.

your brother was flexing his fist in pain, displeasure coloring his face and you immediately felt sick. "w-what're you doing here...?" you questioned, your voice thick with sorrow and confusion.

"what the fuck are you doing with him?" he shot back, before making his way towards sukuna.

sukuna was a fortress of a man, his height rivaled almost none and he was walking muscle. that didn't stop your brother, however, who was launching another fist at his jaw.

your words caught in your throat as the taste of copper filled your mouth from biting your lip too hard.

sukuna was taking each hit from your enraged brother, his hands limp at his sides as his eyes hung heavy. running to your brother's side, you narrowly dodged a flying elbow as you attempted to pull him off of sukuna.

one nasty blow to his face had him stumbling backwards and your brother barreled his fist into his abdomen a few times before pummeling into his face again.

"fucking- stop!" you yelled out, gripping his fabric and tearing him away.

sukuna leaned weakly against the railing, one hand clutching his side from where your brother swiped him and breathing heavy. his face was battered with bruises and open cuts, blood dripping from the assault.

your brother, however, was free from injury save for his battered knuckles, a pained snarl making it's way to his face as he flexed his fingers, satisfied with his work. "stay the fuck away from her," he roared out, his body thrumming from the exertion.

sukuna didn't respond, simply attempting to hold himself up. you glanced back at your brother who was already retreating towards the elevator, tossing you an angry glance. "let's go."

you swallowed painfully, blinking the tears that blurred your vision and looked back at sukuna. he gave you a weak smile, making him wince and nod, mouthing a small 'go.'

and you did. you wiped the mascara smeared across your tear stricken cheeks and stepped into the elevator with your brother, leaving sukuna on the rooftop alone.

❦ m.list > pt. eight

tags: @samoankpoper21 @nina-from-317 @l0v3m3-p13as3 @kunasthiast @poopooindamouf @sukubusss @actuallynarii @teenbreakup @linaaeatsfamilies @funicidals @weeezeerrss @uncertainlyours @for-hearthand-home @bnbaochauuu @beomgyusonlywife @federicaakira @joh-ahae @entumtum @ravenpumpkin1 @minascasket @zeunys @zaynerider @gojoscumslut @xixflower @riahlynn-102 @celestial--atlas @girlexpensive @noooo-onee @hyacinthzie

#𝄞 blush's tracklist #your older brother’s best friend #this was one angsty mf part.#jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk smut #jjk fluff #jjk angst #sukuna smut #jjk sukuna #sukuna x reader #jujutsu kaisen sukuna #sukuna ryomen #jjk ryomen #ryomen sukuna #sukuna ryomen smut #sukuna #sukuna jjk

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the-broken-heart-archives · 2 days ago

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Daughter of Hades!reader x batfam hcs :

Daughter of Hades reader can control Jason he absolutely hates it

Daughter of Hades reader who Taught all the ghosts to scream "ITS BRITNEY BITCH" at 3 am so everyone in the manor thought they were going insane

Daughter of Hades reader Looks at Jason and shouts "COOL MORE DEAD PEOPLE!" The very FIRST time they meet

Daughter of Hades reader that is adored by the Batfamily so when she has to go to camp half-blood they hate it and try to find a way to make them stay

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That's all I got rn sorry

#hcs #Daughter of Hades reader #Daughter of Hades reader x batfam #batfam x reader #percy jackson #dc #❦𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕼𝖚𝖊𝖊𝖓 𝕺𝖋 𝕷𝖔𝖘𝖙 𝕳𝖊𝖆𝖗𝖙𝖘❦

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brujitias · 3 days ago

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‌꧁ ❦ ᓭི༏ᓯྀ ❦ ꧂ ‌꧁ ❦ ᓭི༏ᓯྀ ❦ ꧂ ‌꧁ ❦ ᓭི༏ᓯྀ ❦ ꧂ ‌꧁ ❦ ᓭི༏ᓯྀ ❦

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pinksatinpanties · 3 days ago

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Baby Team Free Will

Baby Jensen looks very well behaved, but Dean bites for sure and he’s a leash kid

Baby Misha was born to play Castiel because look at him

Baby Jared is making the same exact face Sam did in the Tall Tales flashback from Dean’s perspective “Dean, WHAT are you doing???”

Why do I want to write a Pre-K TFW fic now? Would that be weird?

#supernatural #dean winchester #spn #jensen ackles #castiel #misha collins #sam winchester #jared padalecki #baby team free will #kat's thoughts ⋆♰❦♰⋆

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xremedyx3 · 10 hours ago

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anakinstwinklebunny · 3 days ago

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PAIRING: sweetheart!anakin x f!reader

FLUFF ❦

It’s only been a few hours since they let you come home. The latest days were the wildest story of your life; labor so painful you felt like you had ten combined period cramps at a time, your cries, screams as you fought to push not only one but two human beings. You were exhausted, trying to heal from the childbirth, and yet so no used to the whole mom title. ANAKIN SKYWALKER was the opposite; yes, he looked tired but he stepped into the shoes of a dad so fast. Practically acted like a real man; giving comfort, being the caregiver, protector, and most importantly, a present husband.

As soon as you stepped into the house after Anakin, a smell of fresh lavender laundry detergent and antiseptic—new, strange, too clean, hit your nose. Everything was too bright, too loud, even though there was only Anakin's mother who took care of your house during your absence.

You felt bad, acting all distant and a little emotionless, when she beamed with sunlight crossing her features. But you felt weird

Your arms felt too weak out of a sudden.

Your heart felt too full.

And your mind felt like it was barely hanging on.

Soon later, Anakin and Shmi didnt even want you to do anything. No lifting, no walking if necessary. Youve been through a lot, you should rest ~ they said.

So here you were, slumped against the headboard in your shared bed, cradling your screaming daughter against your bare chest, tears blurring your vision. She was rooting around desperately ever since shmi had left, leaving two fresh young parents for the night. Her tiny mouth searching, fussing, whimpering, but she wouldn't latch at all.

And your body, already so sore and raw from delivery, felt like it was being set on fire—your breasts all big, swollen and aching. Your skin stretched too tight, every nerve in you rubbed raw in this disgusting, painful way

You sobbed; a big, helpless, ugly sob you couldn’t hold back anymore.

Because it hurt.

Because you were exhausted; emotionally, psychically

Because you felt like you were already failing.

And over the noise, the crying, the buzzing panic in your own head—you heard another wail. This time from your son; the twin Anakin’s desperately trying to settle in his arms.

He paces the bedroom in uneven, never ending circles, holding the squirming baby boy against his chest. Huge hands were shaking, rubbing little circles over the newborn’s back while whispering brokenly over and over again: "I know, little man, I know, I know…"

You choked on another sob as your daughter cried louder, pushing away from your breast again, tiny fists flailing around.

You couldnt hold it anymore

"I can’t do it," you whimpered, voice cracking right down the middle. "Ani, I can’t— I’m failing—"

"Hey, no," he said immediately, voice sharp with urgency, but not anger—rather fear. Fear that you really believe that lie.

He crossed the room in two big strides, the baby boy still bawling in his arms. He dropped to his knees beside the bed, grayish-blue eyes switching up to look up at you, gaze almost pleading. "You're not failing," the curls stuck to his head were a mess, with the dark circles carved under his eyes. His shirt was stained with spit-up already—but God, he still looked like everything you needed. Like he’d fight the whole universe for you.

"For fuck’s sake, sweetheart, look at you," he breathed. "You just brought two healthy, perfect babies into the world. You’re—" His voice broke. He blinked rapidly, as if to stop his own tears from threatening. "You're everything."

You just cried harder, whole body trembling from it, and Anakin immediately shifted closer, maneuvering both babies somehow. One tucked against his broad chest, one cradled in his lap now. He twisted your chin to face him, his lips kissing the tears off your cheeks, your jaw, your forehead, murmuring in that broken, desperate way that made you feel like his entire soul is in his mouth.

"We’ll figure it out," he whispered against your skin. "We’ll do it together. You’re not alone. You’ll never be alone, baby." at that, you sniffled helplessly, nodding into his neck as he let you clutch at him, even with the babies squirming between you both.

"Let’s try again," he said with a little sigh, voice steady even though you could hear the terror underneath. He wanted so badly to fix this for you. To make this easier for you. To take away the pain you have to go through.

"One at a time, sweetheart. You’re doing so great. Just breathe. We’ll go slow." Then he shifted, settling the crying boy against your opposite side while you tried again with your daughter. His big hands cradled her so tenderly, moving her closer to you.

You sobbed again—this time a choked, gasping laugh—when the baby girl finally, finally, latched onto your nipple, suckling weakly on the milk

"There we go," Anakin's voice was thick with relief, a trembling smile breaking across his face. He then pressed his forehead to yours, breathing you in. "There’s my good girl. Both of you."

And even though the boy was still fussing and your body still ached, with the house feeling way too big for just the four of you—

you believed him.

Because Anakin’s arms were around all three of you; so gently, so lovingly. Because he kept whispering, "I’ve got you. I’ve got you. I’ve got you."

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