themindofachronicdaydreamer · 2 months ago
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marshmallow floof plot: Megumi recalls you and Gojo falling in love through his eyes. content: fem! reader, megumi is in denial about caring about Gojo, Gojo is obsesseddddd with you shamelessly, but its okay because so are you with him! warning!: megumi is not good with emotions :/ or tolerating Gojo word count: 5.7k satoru gojo x reader note: can we pretend utahime and gojo are the same age pls and thank u - also i am delusional and in my head suguru did not defect so gojo never had to go thru all of that okay <3333 anywau i hope you enjoy!! put a lot of thought and love into this!
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At only six years old, Megumi was already quite intelligent. As an extremely perceptive child, he understood far more than he should have at such an age. Typically, kids his age were naive and gullible; Megumi however was the complete opposite, and that was partially due to his aloofness.
When Satoru Gojo first met Megumi, he felt like he was talking to a grandpa in a miniature body, sassing anyone who dare interact with his little self. As stern and as gloomy as the boy persisted on to be, though, Gojo picked up on hints of tenderness and compassion laced between every word Megumi spoke about his sister, Tsumiki. Easily, Gojo could discern what he deemed too much deeply rooted pain and defensiveness in the young Fushiguro. Having his guard up was engraved into his mind; the wall he placed between him and the world had it's own sector in his immune system and acted with automaticity, an innate defense mechanism.
Despite all of the anguish intertwined in every breath Megumi exhaled, and despite his cold nature he employed to protect himself from being hurt again as he has before; despite being abandoned, and despite not being surprised he was; despite not even hitting double digits, yet already carrying the attitude of a the wisest owl; despite all of the thoughts racing through Gojo's head, he knew Megumi was special. Though a part of it may have been due to the responsibility he felt over the boy after murdering his father, Satoru Gojo was confident in one thing: he would take care of this kid like his life depended on it.
From then on, Gojo took the role of Megumi's benefactor, funding him and his sister so that they could live without worry. Megumi begrudgingly allowed him to endow his life, though it was rather difficult. The guy was so over-the-top and bothersome when he decided to actually go and physically check up him. Visits from were sparse, though, if Megumi really cared or needed anything, Gojo was always a text away.
And soon he would learn that you were, too.
The first time your existence was brought to Fushiguru's attention, it was mildly unintentional on Gojo's end. He was completing his routine check-in on Megumi about six months after taking him under his wing, ensuring he was doing fine in school - other than the fights he found himself in every now and again, of course. And after everything checked out okay, he rambled on about his week and how exhausting it was being the strongest, greatest individual to exist in this time and how much Yaga has been up his ass since he was promoted to principal and blah blah blah...
"Can you believe he was expecting me to get to the school before nine A.M.? Hah! Funny man. I need my beauty sleep. How else would I always look this handso- Oh!"
Megumi, who was in no way religious, praised in that moment whatever God up above sent a call to Gojo's phone at that exact moment, for he failed to believe he could have pretended to listen to another second of his unimportant and unnecessary rant. It truly was over-the-top, and Megumi was not a fan. He had never, nor did he think he would ever, warmed up to the way Gojo's ego seems to make a nearly empty room feel claustrophobic.
"Heyyyyy!" Gojo dragged, acting like a highschool girl with the way he twirled the end of his hair and giggled at whoever was at other end of the phone. If Megumi cared to look closely enough (which he totally doesn't, since he is so disinterested in Gojo and does not dare to look at him too long or he will automatically become annoyed), a rosy hue could barely be seen on the apples of the older man's cheeks, growing more and more apparent the longer the phone call went on.
Obviously, Megumi did not want to listen to the likely boring conversation, but since he was stuck in the same room as Gojo, he had no other choice but to eavesdrop on the phone call. Or, more accurately, he was playing detective to solve the mystery of who on the other end was transforming Gojo, as childish as he is, into a tweenage boy talking to a cute girl for the first time.
"I'm with Fushiguru, actually," Megumi overheard, his interest only minutely piqued after hearing his name. Whoever was on the other end must have known who he was already given the way Gojo did not feel the need to elaborate on who exactly Fushiguru was. That irked Megumi.
"Yeah, just hanging out, you know. I'd say we're best buds! Right, Megumi?" Gojo moved the phone away from his ear and looked at the boy across from him expectedly.
"No," is all Megumi spoke in response.
Gojo's eyes widened slightly, not expecting such a response, before he laughed and continued, "Silly guy! Such a silly guy."
The call took way too long and Megumi was half tempted to leave the room, but he was still getting used to Gojo and did not fully understand what his role was in his current situation. Was Gojo considered a houseguest? Was Megumi supposed to have something prepared as a thank you? Even if he was, he wouldn't do that for Gojo. What if something went wrong, or Gojo did something stupid? Tsumiki was at her after school club, being the natural social butterfly she was. Megumi had assumed the role of the man of the house at merely seven, and he was not going to disappoint her or let anything go haywire on his watch. This was his roof, and nothing would happen to their humble little abode under his watch.
Finally, Gojo said his goodbyes to whoever he was speaking to, set his phone down, and sighed in the most i-must-be-living-in-a-daydream-because-there-is-no-way-life-can-be-this-good-and-i-am-so-in-love-but-i-dont-even-know-it sort of way.
"You would like her," Gojo broke the silence after a few moments of savoring the butterflies in his stomach.
"Who was that?" Megumi queried, and if Gojo listened closely, he could hear echos of intense interest in the boy's simple question.
"A friend from work."
"You don't have friends."
"Hey!"
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After your existence was brought to light, it became a thing that whenever Gojo visited, he spent half the time on the phone - whether texting or on a phone call, it didn't matter. He was always talking to you.
Megumi supposed he should have felt grateful since Gojo finally became less unbearable. His check-ins, although hard to predict when they would be or how long in between they would reoccur, became less about how much Gojo loves himself and more about... well, you. It was a nice change from hearing his neverending egocentric comments, to be fair. Megumi was not complaining.
"You remember her, right, Megumi?" he asked while walking Megumi home from school one day. He was on a tyrant about something that had happened at Jujutsu High a few days prior before realizing he might had forgotten about the most important detail: you. The chance that Megumi may not even know who he was speaking about generated a sharp gasp escaping from Gojo's lips.
"Yes. She's all you talk about," Megumi deadpanned. What a stupid question, the boy thought to himself, when Gojo asked this every single time he bothered to show his face around here.
Gojo chuckled, responding in a voice that was way up in the clouds, as if he was skipping through a meadow abundant with good feelings and the potential for new relationships, "Hm, yeah. I guess you're right! Sorry, kid. Just had to make sure you knew."
At this point, Megumi learned a lot about you: You taught second-year sorcerers at Tokyo Jujutsu High, you went to Kyoto Jujutsu High, you were in same year as Gojo was, you were acquaintances for a while, your best friend (unfortunately so, as Gojo whined when he told Megumi) was Utahime, who was oddly protective of you and rude for no reason to Gojo (it is most definitely within reason), you were the most selfless person to walk the surface of this planet, you cared more for others than for yourself, and you and Gojo were really, really, really good friends now that you worked together and you two were close and he was friends with you and you texted him all the time and hung out too and you spent time together and you are theprettiestpersonhehadeverplacedhissixeyeson-
Basically, Megumi knew more about you than he comfortably should, and you were all Gojo seemed to talk about now.
Megumi found it sort of... endearing how much Gojo spoke about you. For someone so certain in himself and all of his glory, it was nice to hear him talk about someone else that way. He discerned an innocent intent in Gojo's actions, from the soft grin that graced his face when he rattled on about you, to the way he had begun to ask eight-year-old Megumi for advice on women (which he has surprisingly been helpful with - especially the time when Gojo didn't know if you'd prefer a specific flavor of mochi over another, and Megumi's suggestion ended up being the perfect one because it was your favorite). And though he would never, ever utter the words out loud, Megumi enjoyed hearing Gojo talk about you. It brought him down to earth and made him feel more like a mortal being; even Satoru Gojo crushed, fawning over you like you were a brand new toy and he was a toddler unwrapping gifts on Christmas Day. Even the man who had everything in the world simply wanted just like the rest of the world; he yearned for things in life that he did not ("Not yet, but surely soon!" Megumi was certain Gojo would say if he could read minds) have.
The two boys sat together at Megumi's, eating some sweets Gojo brought back from his mission. Gojo had a bouquet of flowers set delicately on the table in front of him, preparing himself to go to your house after his pep talk with Megumi and ask you on a date. Finally.
Staring at the flowers beside him, Gojo resolved to pick a flower out of the bouquet; a pretty, pale pink daisy that reminded him of the shade of your cheeks when he teased you. He rolled the green stem of the daisy back and forth between his index finger and thumb while echoing the declarations of his planned speech confessing his feelings for you. He had his heartfelt soliloquy memorized, but he was still feeling... apprehensive.
"She loves me," Gojo began, plucking a petal off of the flower and setting it delicately on the table. He spoke lowly, as if his life depended on the resolution he would find when he would extricate the last of the daisy's petals.
Megumi looked up from the book he was reading - a true crime mystery he had been quite invested in - to figure out what the man next to him was doing.
"She loves me not," Gojo plucked another petal, placing it on top of the other one he had already taken off.
Ah, Megumi understood it now. He's transforming into a child; his obsession with you had turned his brain to mush. He had now, mentally, been beat by Megumi, descending into the intellect a five year old smitten with a kindergarten crush.
"She loves me!" Gojo chirped. He plucked another petal before reporting with a glum tone, "She loves me not."
This went on and on. Megumi observed without a word and Gojo continuing the game that is so typically played on on a children's playground.
How on earth did you have such a drastic effect a man so above the rest of society? The man put on a pedestal by all of the Jujutsu world; the one who could take on any obstacle and leave without a scratch; the same guy who died and brought himself back to life; he could isolate himself from the rest of the world in an instant using only his limitless technique, yet, you always found a way to draw him back him - and somehow, somewhere in the mix, you had The Strongest Sorcerer wrapped around your finger.
"She loves me, Megumi!" Gojo proclaimed when he picked the final petal from the flower. "I mean, of course she does. Look at me."
Ah, there was the daily dose of Gojo's big ego; his head was as inflated as expected, but was on display little later than usual. Megumi referred to it as The Daily Dose of Gojo: DDG. He was bound to hear at least once a day about how much Gojo loved himself, whether through text or in person. But today, it was more like he was venturing to persuade himself on that fact, too.
Megumi then realized that this was the first time he had seen Gojo nervous.
He wondered what about you could make Gojo nervous, because not even the strongest of curses causes The Strongest Sorcerer to break into a sweat. What exactly is it that you have that grants you the title of the one human who could make Satoru Gojo nervous? He understood that you were special to him, but he still had never met you, and he is starting to want to.
He wasn't sure why he felt so protective over you. You were a twenty-year-old woman who he has never even met in person, even though he knew from Gojo the color of your eyes and the smell of the perfume you always wore. One thing was for sure, though: if Satoru Gojo messed with your heart, Megumi would fight him with all of the effort his child body could exert in one go, then kick his ass all the way to the core of the earth to be at such a heat that his infinity disfunctioned, ensuring he suffers for ever even considering toying with your feelings.
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"Fushiguru!" Gojo hollered as Megumi exit his elementary school.
Megumi glared at the white-haired male as he stalked toward him, untrusting of the motives at play. Gojo watched the child over the rims of his sunglasses, a toothy smile spread across his face while he waved excitedly. He had something planned, as per usual.
"What do you want?" Megumi groaned, and he eyed the two individuals in front of him with suspicion, though he already had an idea on who you were.
It was an uncommon sight for him to be picked up from school, but for Gojo to be accompanied by someone other than Ijichi was borderline shocking. There was only one person you could be, however, and Megumi suppressed the fluttering of excitement he felt as he saw you.
"Hey! Rude to speak to your elders like that," Gojo jested flippantly. "I want you two to meet!"
Fushiguru listened as Gojo repeated every syllable of your name that he has repeated a million times before. It rolled smoothly off of his lips, like caramel drizzle on the sweetest treat from his favorite bakery. It has been about two months since you, somehow willingly, agreed to a date with Gojo. It has been about a month since you agreed to officially be his girlfriend, which Yaga was not the most pleased to hear, but Gojo dealt with that and ensured the security of both of your jobs.
"Hi, Fushiguru!" You waved, a wide smile adorning your face. "Nice to meet you! Gojo talks about you all of the time."
"Hi," Megumi quietly said. He suddenly felt shy in your presence. You stood in front of him in all of your beauty, with the kindest smile on your face and the softest look in your eye, gazing at him as if he were the most important person in the world. Gojo did not do you justice when describing you to him.
And suddenly, everything Gojo ever said about you made complete sense - now, he finally understood how even the famed Satoru Gojo fell victim to the enigma that was you.
"I'm a friend of Gojo's! I wanted to meet you, and I don't know if you would want to, but I would love to get to know you," you offered. You folded your hands together in front of you and smiled politely toward the young boy. You were doing your best to not look too nervous because you really did want to get to know this kid, but from what Gojo's told you, he was not the most sociable character. Something about his melancholy aura is rather intimidating, to say the least, and you were doing your best to accommodate.
"...will he be there?" the kid questioned after some thought. As he spoke, he pointed his thumb toward his benefactor who immediately took offense to whatever he was implying, whining loudly in the background of what had become the two of yours conversation.
"Who, Gojo? Oh, well, he doesn't have to be," you suggested over Gojo's objections. "It can just be you and me. Or, if you are more comfortable with it, he can come with-"
"No. No Gojo," he interrupted. Gojo continued in his protests, but they all drowned into white noise as Megumi continued. "But sure."
You craved so badly to smile widely, high five Gojo for the feat you just accomplished, jump up and down, and display your excitement for his agreement on your face. But you were so worried you would scare him off, so instead, you opted for a soft smile while you said, "Great! Is now okay?
"Sure," he returned, emotionless as always.
"Perfect. Your pick on what we do. And it's on Gojo!"
And you walked away, ignoring Gojo whining after you. You'd coddle him tonight when he would inevitably pout to you about abandoning him for a little kid. For now, though, the important task at hand was getting to know Megumi Fushiguru - who reluctantly held your hand as you walked to the arcade he selected.
From then on, you were a common face in Megumi's life.
When he was in fourth grade, the two of you started a tradition where every other week, you would pick him up early from school and get ice cream and talk (as much as Megumi was willing to, at least). You had surprised him after school one day a couple months ago, and the routine stuck after he asked you to go again the couple weeks later. Not that you ever complained - you would never in your right mind take for granted Megumi willingly hanging out with you.
"So, how has school been?" you probed, Megumi begrudgingly held your hand as you walked through the busy streets of Tokyo (he claimed he was old enough to walk on his own, but you told him it was just for your own sanity in the scary world of Tokyo and when he turned ten you wouldn't do it anymore, and who was he to deny you of peace of mind when that is all you ever wished upon everyone els?).
"Fine," Megumi muttered. He was not the most fond of crowds, which was glaringly obvious as he squeezed your hand more aggressively the farther you ventured into the city. So yeah, maybe he did kind of appreciate your overprotectiveness.
That was the day you learned Megumi had his first crush.
Well, okay, it wasn't really a crush. He just thought someone was cute.
As you sat side-by-side, he ate his vanilla ice cream cone with chocolate sprinkles, you ate your choice of ice cream, and the two of you chatted - meaning you talked, and he occasionally threw in a word or two.
"Any girls you think are cute? Or guys?" You sought, emphasizing the teasing nature of your question by tapping your elbow into his side. Megumi glared up at you through the strands of his hair, but you could see the red tint on his pale skin - a sign you were on to something. "Ooooh! Tell me all about them!"
"Stop it," he sulked and stared off into the distance, ice cream forgotten in his hand. You could tell he was thoroughly embarrassed, but you just could not for the life of you get over how adorable he looked.
"Aw, Megumi. I'm just teasing. But you can always talk about that with me, you know?" you offered. "I can give you all the advice on girls. I would not recommend asking Gojo about them. His flirting skills are... unconventional. Plus, I know I'm your favorite. So just gives an excuse to rub it in his face!"
"Thanks," Megumi spoke broodingly. His ice cream was starting to melt a little down the side of the waffle cone. The treat regained his attention as he finally noticed the melting mess, and immediately, he tackled cleaning it up. He hated messes.
"So... does that mean I'm your favorite?" you interrogated. This had been a debate between you and your boyfriend for a long time now.
"Sure."
And amongst the crowds of people, you - a full grown adult - hollered and jumped up and pumped your fist in satisfaction, because that was the best thing anyone had every said to you.
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Megumi took back whenever he had the ignorant thought that Gojo was becoming more bearable. Completely rescinded it. He was absolutely the most unbearable human to ever have walked this planet; residing in the same millennia as this man was barely tolerable, let alone inhaling the same air or sitting in the same room.
Gojo wanted to propose to you and he wouldn't stop talking about it.
Or asking Megumi for advice.
Yeah. Satoru Gojo was asking an eleven-year-old boy for help proposing to his long-term girlfriend.
You had been dating for over three years, and Gojo was growing impatient; he wanted you to be fully his. Not that you weren't already, but he wanted to be officially - by the law, by the symbol of marriage, and by the ceremony that accompanied it. He wanted you to take his name and be a new addition to the Gojo lineage, and if it came to the day, maybe add some little ones to the family. It was getting the point where want wasn't enough to describe how he felt - it was a necessity to marry to, to be yours forever.
Megumi had grown a lot closer with you with the past months, even opening up a little. He mentioned to you his internal debate regarding "good people" and "bad people", to which you listened, you heard him, and you cared. Genuinely. You hugged him, and in that moment, he felt so loved, he never wanted to leave your arms - the arms that would protect him from anything scary, like nightmares or curses, and shield him from experiencing any more hardships. He wasn't used to that - yeah he had his sister, whom he loved so dearly and she did in return, to be cared by a motherly figure was something he had barely experienced.
For the life of him, he could not figure out how or why you willingly, even happily, subjected yourself to the hinderance that was Gojo. Every time he asked you why, you respond, "Oh, Megumi, you're a funny one!" and laughed the heartwarming laugh that made him feel like home. Megumi knew, deep down somewhere he wouldn't ever like to admit, that you were happy, and Gojo made you happy. He knew you loved Gojo. He was fully aware of all of that. And he had witnessed as your relationship grew more serious with time Gojo beginning to think for more than just himself - he grew as an individual, doing what he thought was best for the ones he loved, rather than what suited him best. Megumi knew that come to it, Gojo would lay down his life for you. If it meant making a deal with the most dangerous curse, or if it meant sacrificing his soul, Gojo would do it for you, and honestly, Megumi had the inkling that Gojo would do it for him too.
"What if I have a plane do the whole 'marry me?' in the sky? Ugh, but that is so overdone. I need to be creative and go all out for her. What do you think, Megumi?" Gojo inquired, to which Megumi only tuned back in because he heard the sound of his name.
"Just ask her. You know she'll say yes," Megumi grumbled what he already knew was fact.
"Well, of course she will. Who would turn down my handsome self?" Gojo gestures to his person, a confident smile on his lips. "But you're right. Ugh, Megumi, what do I do?" Gojo held an ebony ring box, anxiously passing it from one hand to the other and back, the piece of jewelry it contained an indicator of how serious he was about this. Why he was carrying such an expensive ring around so casually was beyond Megumi's pay grade, but he knew Gojo would not let anything happen to it.
"You'll figure it out," Megumi said, as he had no ideas either - you deserved everything in the world, and no proposal or material thing would be enough to thank you for all you have done for everyone else.
"Oh my god, I did!" Gojo jumped from his seat, giddy as a little kid, and celebrated whatever idea he came up with. He placed the ring box in his pocket, where he would protect it with every cell in his body.
"Great," Megumi said. He prayed to himself that Gojo would now finally get out of his hair.
"I'll take her on a nice trip - she's always wanted to sightsee in Europe, but hasn't had the time - and then, once we land in Greece, I'll do it there and- and I'll leave it at that. Don't wanna spoil the surprise yet for everyone. Thanks Megumi!"
And Megumi smiled a tiny little smile to himself as Gojo exited his house, excited for the two of you.
And he congratulated you when you came home from the trip Gojo planned for the two of you. You visited him and ran up, showing off the ring you were sure Gojo spared no expense on. Though, Megumi had already seen it from the hundreds of times Gojo showed him it, and not to mention all the pictures you send him from overseas.
And he continued to be excited for you as he helped you with planning - because if there is one thing to know about Megumi, it's that he is organized. So he helped you figure your ceremony out by ensuring all the paperwork you had and the appointments you booked and all of your purchases were kept track of, or else the wedding would have been a disaster. If Gojo asked him for help, though, he would laugh in his face and say absolutely not.
And then, before he knew it, the wedding was there. Megumi was the ring bearer, of course. He was almost 13 at that point, and he was starting to grow into himself and show signs of growing up (puberty!).
He felt... happy.
Happy for you. Happy for the new and official makeshift family that established itself. Happy to know that you were genuinely happy, and that for all of the love you constantly gave to others without hesitation, someone gave finally was giving you that love back, and then some. Because he saw how much Gojo adored you, and honestly, there was no one else he would want to be with you.
Now he stands, at Tokyo Jujutsu High for his first year at the school. His benefactor who drives him up the wall is his teacher, and now, not only does he have to deal with him normally, but he actually has to listen to him.
But at least you're there too. He has you, always.
And for that, he smiles. A rare smile reserved for the sparse moments where he is genuinely happy - and he is, because he knows you'll save him from Gojo if he needs you to.
The improvised family he's found himself in may not be exactly what he dreamed of, but he's happy with it nonetheless.
And he still struggles with the dilemma of what is good or bad, and he still struggles to find his purpose in the world, and he is still angry at the universe for putting him in this world when there was no reason for him to be there, and he still struggles with the pain of abandonment and his found comfort in solidarity.
But that's okay. It'll be okay. He has you. He has you because Gojo brought you into his life.
He's grateful for that.
Megumi hopes one day he can find the love you share for himself. But that's a problem for the distant future. And when he has another crush, you will be the first to know - not because he would admit it to you, but because somehow, you always know. You know him better than he knows himself at this point, and it's a scary talent you have, but one you most definitely possess.
With that, Megumi steps forward, walking alongside you into the building he will be at almost everyday for the next few years. While he wasn't holding your hand like old times, it was okay. Because he was growing up, and he had a future ahead of him that made you so excited for him.
"I'll see you later, Meg. Got a long day ahead," you bid farewell and ruffle his hair. The two of you stop in the barren hallway facing each other, and you are disappointed at how he keeps growing, and at some point in the near future, he will surpass your height. It feels like you're shrinking, honestly, with how fast he's growing.
But you always knew he would at some point, just like you knew that he would one day decline holding your hand while in public, and how one day he would outgrow your ice cream runs (though they still happen every now and then, just not as frequent as in the past).
"See you," Megumi responds.
"Love ya!" You lean and place a chaste kiss on the side of Megumi's head. You remember when you used to be able to place one on the top of his head without going on your tiptoes, but times are changing, or you're shrinking or whatever, and the side of the head will do.
"Yeah, love you, too," Megumi says, rushing the end of the sentence and turning around to walk away. You say it to him so often, and he loves you, but it's still difficult for him to express that.
But that's okay. It's all okay.
He knows whatever is in the future, you will protect him, and Gojo will watch over him, and everything will be okay. The two of you will love him unconditionally, even if he struggles to say it back.
And he'll never admit it, but if there is one thing he's grateful for in life, it's Gojo, for he brought you into his life, and what a blessing it is to exist at the same time as you do.
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"So, let me get this straight," you begin, staring at the three individuals in front of you. "You sent Megumi alone to find Sukuna's finger at some school, which was taken by random students who tried to unravel it, which ended in this kid-"
"Yuji Itadori, sensei!" Yuji introduces himself, saluting to you for some reason.
"Right. Itadori ate the finger. Sukuna's finger. And he is now Sukuna's vessel."
"Yup!" Gojo confirms and he gives you a thumbs up. "That about sums it up."
"So tell me why when I asked about three hours ago why all of the higher-ups were acting like they were shitting themselves, you didn't think to tell me what happened?" you ask, irritation with your husband woven in between every syllable you speak.
"I did, but I knew it would be fine, so I didn't want to worry you."
"Worry? Really? Do you know how worried I was when they said Sukuna was there?"
"Honey, you know I'm strong. I can face him."
Itadori looks to his new comrade, Fushiguru, to see if he was uncomfortable to watch the couple argue in front of them. He fails to be consoled when he sees Megumi wasison his phone nonchalantly as if nothing's wrong. Yuuji assumes Megumi was just tuning them out as a student being used to teachers bickering, so he decides to try to do the same. But it's not working.
"I don't care about your strength, I care about Megumi, and I care about the lives of those students, and-"
"Hey, Fushiguru?" Itadori says, and Megumi hums in response. "Is this normal?"
"-they were put at risk, Satoru! Do you understand that?"
With the couple continuing to argue in the background, Megumi looks up from his phone finally, answering, "Huh, this? Yeah. Get used to it. He's an idiot."
"Yes, baby, I understand, but I made a judgement call and I stand by that. I'm sorry-"
"Ah. Well, um. Can we leave? Do we have to stay?"
"-for not keeping you informed, but I promise you, I had it under control."
"Yeah. They won't even notice we're gone until one of them asks for our opinion and then they notice we're missing. It's just funny to watch them sometimes."
"The higher ups want to execute him! An innocent kid! And I know you got sweets in the middle of all of that. Are you serious-"
"You're used to this?" Itadori inquires, a naturally curious kid.
"-ly telling me that nothing different could have been done to prevent this?"
"I guess you could say that."
rawrrrr thank u for reading i love you SMMMM i loved writing this hehee <33333
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slaying-rxna · 1 month ago
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Hello again, Rina! It's still me. I hope you passed your exams successfully and I think your writing is quite good, but I'd recommend you to use synonyms to avoid unnecessary repetitions. And I also want to ask you to write about Kinich and fem!reader getting caught in the rain, but instead of returning to the shelter, fem!reader starts dancing with him.
Dancing with the rain
➳Genre:Fluff
➳Trope:Kinich x fem!reader
➳Warnings:Idk just some pure cute fluff
➳Might be Ooc, I HC that Kinich hates the rain, might contain grammar mistakes
➳Word count:0.8k
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People would view Kinich as unkind or cold. Yet you beg to differ when you know how kind he actually is, yet his companion isn't. Ajaw is quite an insufferable menace even you can tell. Yet the two of them are quite a good duo, one is silent as space while the other is much noisier than the screams of a thousand people.
So you were more than happy that Ajaw kept his mouth shut when the rain had its downpour during one of your outdoor date into the mountains. Knowing that he would just insult both of you for this supposed 'horrible' weather, but it's quite surprising that a rain would befall to natlan, managing to experience a downpour was very rare “I apologize, I should've known it would rain”
“Come, let's seek shel-” he attempted to walk keep you away from the rain yet he noticed that you only stared into the sky. The rain was violent, the sound of pitter-patter was loud. Not to mention both your shoes are wet. Yet with your smile you made the rain a placid downpour, a state of tranquility.
The kind man only gazed through you, never looking so surprised as he did now you looked perfect yet never had he expected that you would enjoy the rain. “Don't apologize” Your voice seeped through. Although both of you were quite drenched within the range of the stream, the couple could only stay in its place. Despite Kinich not liking the rain he still remained in his position with you. He could never leave you alone.
Noticing a smile from your lips Kinich stared at you with his greenish-yellow eyes “Do you like the rain?” Kinich questioned you, although he knows the answer that will come off from your mouth.
“I don't like the rain…I love the rain” you responded to his question. A gentle smile etched into your face. While Kinich stared at you, looking so happy. “How about you?”
Returning his question, looking at him with hopeful eyes. He hates the rain, the way it would wet his clothes was annoying how could you even ask him tha- “I like the rain too”
Chuckling at his answer, you reached out your arms inviting him. “Would you like to dance then?”
“A dance?” Kinich heard that couples would sometimes go out and enjoy the rain by dancing. Kinich can dance, although you've never seen him before Mualani had a conversation with you regarding dancing. While she said that he's very good at it.
Kinich gently accepted your offer by holding your inviting arms. As both of your hands unite, you're the one that started slowly. Stepping back with your right foot the two of you danced along the raging downpour. Although the chances of getting sick were absurdly high, you managed to seek comfort within its range.
Moving along with each flow, you looked like a divine angel under Kinich’s view. The way your body went along elegantly within each second. Although Kinich didn't show it through his face, he was more than happy to be with you.
Perhaps the rain didn't ruin your date, if anything it brought luck perhaps the two of you should start a rain date. Even if he came to hate the rain, if you're in it he can love it. Continuing the slow dance both the couple were happy. Twirling around him a flow of happiness washed through you, the rain slowly calmed down as if following the flow of your dance.
Following the climax, you came to forget all of your problems. The rain had never been more beautiful with him. His hair was quite messy yet he looked pretty handsome, like this.
As the dance came through an end, the wave of happiness was replaced with tiredness seeping through. Kinich brushed through your soaked hair “I never knew you can dance so elegantly, my angel” the man complimented you as the rain had come to an end.
While the rain finally ended, Kinich immediately suggested going back home since it was getting quite dark, and that the two of you could change your wet clothes. You agreed to his suggestions as your every walk made a droplet fall through the ground.
Reaching through the doors, Kinich instantly went inside first and grabbed a towel for you. As a small smile appeared into your tired body. Finishing your quick change, the first scent that greeted you was the smell of warm choco milk.
“Here, I figured you might get cold after experiencing such a heavy downfall” He spoke with such a gentle and worried voice. “Thank you, dear.” You grabbed the mug drinking the warm choco. It was hot yet not enough to cause a burn in your tongue. It wasn't too sweet either.
A beam of appreciation was shown into your smile, minding your own business, while he could only look at you lovingly. They say nobody was perfect, he believed it until he met you. He wouldn't mind embracing the things he loathed as long as he was with you.
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Small note:Hello again ^^ thank you for your request alongside your suggestion, however it may appear again in the future as English isn't really my first language but I will try my best ^^. Apologies it came out quite late than I expected. But I hope you guys like this small drabble. My small brain ran out of ideas in the end.
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kayhi808 · 3 months ago
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First Crush - 9
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Although it fills you with anxiety, Bucky has asked you to trust him and that's what you are going to do. You and Bucky had a longer conversation that night after Abby went to sleep. He said he wouldn't take unnecessary risks on missions. You had to trust him on what's deemed as "necessary".
You both want to see where this relationship takes you. He doesn't want things to end even though you were ready to call it quits to save yourself & Abby from future heartbreak. Have you asked yourself why couldn't you have been attracted to someone in Accounting? Yes. A nice stable accountant who drove a reliable Toyota Camry. Nope, you had to fall for the Ex Hydra Assassin, turned Avenger. He's the one your daughter wanted too.
He is very thoughtful and sweet when it came to you and Abby. It would have been easier for him too, to finds someone else. He could have let you go & found someone who liked this Avenger lifestyle. Someone easier to date, who didn't have a kid.
Bucky is stretching out in the chair across from you after lunch. "There's this thing at the Compound next weekend. Stark's throwing a...party for the Agents & their families. You know, because our work doesn't affect only us, but the families as well. Its like a 'thank-you'." He gives you a smirk, because this fits in with the situation you both are going through. "There's going to be food, entertainment, rides & games for the kids. Then fireworks at night. I wondered if you and Abby want to come. I have a residence there, too. You both can pack an overnight bag and spend the night so we don't have to make the trek back into the city."
"Oh, wow! That's out in Westchester, right?"
Sitting forward & leaning against your desk, "I can pick you & Abby up in the morning and we can drive out together. I picked up a car seat, so Abby will be safe & sound."
Surprised, "you got a car seat?"
"Yea, when we went to the park I couldn't take you guys home because there was no car seat for Abby."
"Bucky. That is so sweet. You didn't need to do that."
"Of course I did. How else can I take my girls out?" He gives you a sweet smile and you're reminded that this is why you want to work things out with this man. He's so considerate & he's trying. He's making an effort to make this relationship work.
"I think Abby will lose her mind. We'd love to go."
"Great, its settled then." He walks around the desk and drops a kiss on your lips. "I haven't forgotten about our date either."
You smile, "You've been recuperating."
"I'm fine to go out. You let me know when you can get a babysitter, and I'm set."
"Ok. I feel so bad. I can't tell Abby we're going out because I KNOW she'll ask to come, too." You grimace, "And I don't want to share you," reaching to hold his hand. "I'm a mean Mama."
"It doesn't make you mean. We get this date & we're taking her to Westchester the following weekend."
"I'm not used to dating life with a child. You're the first person I've dated."
He smiles, "We'll stumble through this together." Giving you another quick kiss, "I've got to head out, I got a meeting. I'll talk to you later." You nod & watch him leave.
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You were able to work it out with your neighbor to have her pick Abby up from daycare & keep Abby at her apartment so you can get ready for your date with Bucky. He wanted to do dinner and dancing. That sounds like such an old-timey date. The Flatiron Room between 5th & Madison Ave, plays 40's music, so Bucky made reservations. It was so much fun. You spend the entire night dancing. He's a great dancer. It felt like you were in one of those old Hollywood movies with Gene Kelly. You were so happy you were prepared for this date.
You made a 40's playlist and had little dance parties with Abby at home. You watched YouTube videos to learn 1940s dances. You wanted to surprise Bucky. You and Abby did a lot of improvising. Abby especially enjoyed a good twirl whenever possible.
"No Mama, like dis." She twists & turns her little hips to make her dress swirl out. "No. No." She frowns at you. "You do it wrong." She stops her dancing to grab your hips. "You needs to shake it."
"Excuse you! I am shaking it."
Rolling her eyes, "No, you needs more, Mama. More. Lookit, like dis." Again, she twist & turns her little hips.
"I'm doing exactly that."
She has the audacity to laugh, "No. No you not."
You do some exaggerated twist & turns & Abby starts clapping, "You dids it! You dids it!" She joins you in dancing again. "Good works, Mama!" You start laughing and collapse on the floor, out of breath. This kid! She stops to fall on top of you & cuddles. "You dids do good, Mama. I's proud of you," giving you a loud kiss on your cheek.
You recognize that she's mimicking the phases you tell her when she accomplishes things. Your sweet girl. Turning off the music, "Thank you, Baby. It's your bathtime. Go pick out your PJs and you can have 2 stories tonight."
"Ok, I pick out 3."
"I said 2."
Again with her cackling laugh, "I thought I heard yous say 3," as she runs down the hallway.
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meowmeowriley · 2 months ago
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Unhinged and unnecessary HC to rationalize the punk Ghost skin incoming!
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It's not Ghost. Ta da! Listen. Listen. I understand. Ghost, being someone devoted to the crown, wouldn't wear the anarchy symbol. And if given the comic backstory (as I always will) Ghost most likely would hate punk music because of his father.
So why punk Ghost? It's not Ghost. It's his son. His and Johnny's. Maybe he's blood, maybe not. Doesn't really matter. They raised the boy. He's theirs. And he resents the crown and the military for how it broke his fathers. Maybe he lost them both, either together or at different times. Maybe they died in the field, or in the hospital due to complications from an injury they got on the job. Maybe they didn't even die, they were injured and dismissed and tossed aside like trash. Whatever the reason, he's angry.
So he joins up with some men who stand for everything his fathers didn't. Fuck their militaristic peace bullshit. It starts small, protests and parties mostly. But then as he finds himself getting closer with the others, he's asked to take part in some extracurriculars. Raids on police and military caravans. Harmless, he tells himself. Good even, they're preventing those in power from enforcing their tyranny, he rationalizes. Things get more radical the longer he's in. Things escalate. He's in too deep. They're a resistance group. They fight back. He looks back on the combat training his fathers pushed on him at a young age more fondly now, as it served him and his purposes well.
He doesn't see how he's exactly like his fathers, won't let himself. But he is. Just a man who follows orders and fights tooth and nail. But he does love his fathers. He misses them. He takes up Simon's mask and Johnny's hairstyle, incorporates them into his look. Makes them his own. An attempt to honor them, despite their different stances on how to do good.
A mission, he's stopped hating when they're referred to as missions a while ago, has himself and his team breaking into a military research facility to investigate and destroy what they found. A new weapon to hurt innocent people, he was sure. Except it wasn't, exactly.
Teleportation? Couldn't be real. He read the files with an air of disbelief. He was distracted, rookie mistake, a scientist gave him a shove, he fell into the teleporter. The man shouted something about finally having a human test subject and slapped his hand down on a button. A flash of blinding light enveloped him, and suddenly he found himself in a hallway. Disoriented, he walked about, trying to figure out where he was.
A man in a bucket hat rounded the corner ahead of him and stopped, looking him up and down with an exasperated sigh. "Ghost what the fuck are you wearing this time?" Ghost. His dad's callsign. This man thought he was his dad. What would his dad do in this situation.
He narrowed his eyes and crossed his arms. That should do it. Thankfully his sleeves were down covering his tattoos. They were different from Simon's and could've given him away.
"Whatever. Come on then." The man kept walking and he did his best to imitate Simon's walk. His mind raced, an obvious military man thought he was his own dad was worrisome, as the old man was gone, and he needed to get away without arousing suspicion. He'd have to play along then.
That plan went tits up the second he followed the bucket hat man into a room and found himself face to face with his fathers. His fathers who were able bodied and young, same age as himself.
The teleporter hadn't just sent him somewhere else, but had sent him back in time as well.
Johnny roughly ripped off his mask and slammed him against the wall. "Who the FUCK are you?!" Simon menacingly slid a knife out of his sleeve and deftly twirled it around his fingers. Right. They weren't his dads yet, just the crowns attack dogs.
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jjoongstar · 2 months ago
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𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆, 𝒏𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔
pairing: student!wooyoung x student!reader (college au)
genre: smut, humor, angst, pwp, fwb
rating: nsfw
warnings: protective sex, humping, grinding, fingering, blowjob, cunninglingus, spiting, petnames (lmk if i missed any!)
wc: 4.1k
synopsis: started off being fuck buddies with wooyoung just because. then you started to develop feelings when you shouldn't have so it ended tragically since it was one sided and after a huge mistake wooyoung made.
a/n: i'm not a great writer but i had to get this out of my head, its annoying me by day, sorry if its not that good. feedbacks are very much appreciated! (tags are at the end)
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"did you mean it, wooyoung?"
"mean what?"
"what you said earlier,"
"y/n, i said a lot of things when i fuck you. which one?"
"your feelings for me woo..."
"my feelings for you? i never said that,"
"then why did you said you love me?"
"i did? sorry, it kinda slipped off my tongue. so, no, i don't have feelings for you,"
seeing your silent state.
"wait, do you-"
"not me either, don't worry." you give him a bitter smile, pick up your clothes and left his dorm room.
that was it. it always has been that way. you and wooyoung were nothing more than just friends who enjoys fucking each other for fun. with no actual feelings attached. that's what he had in mind, but not you.
wooyoung was a friend of friend. you started to make conversations when the three of you hung out at a college frat party. somehow you and wooyoung exchanged contacts after you both were laughing so much over silly jokes you two made. he likes talking to you very much since you enjoyed joking around with his stupid jokes.
the second time you met was at the lecture hall when you two, coincidentally, have the same class to attend. you and your seatmate were stifling giggles bout making dirty jokes. though you thought no one heard your whispers, wooyoung, who sat behind you, heard most of it and he was amused.
"yea i think mr. song is packing too." you've never turned around so quickly before up till that moment. wooyoung was leaning down a bit to your seat and he has a smirk on his face.
you were a bit surprised of his presence, but not his words. knowing him before, you weren't that shocked with his jokes. you give him a sly smile and you focus back on the ongoing lecture.
the next hangout was at another house party. celebrating some jock's birthday, well not that you cared whoever he was, as long as there's free drinks. wooyoung sat beside you, close but not enough to touch each other. he rests his elbow on the headrest of the couch while the other hand has a cup of liquor. you on the other hand, also have the same cup as the person beside you but with a different type of alcohol and you put your feet up on the coffee table in front. you two enjoy sitting down and talk to each other through the loud music rather than dancing on the sticky dirty floors.
"why don't you have a partner y/n?"
"i dislike sloppy small dicks."
"pfftt are you for real?!" wooyoung who almost choked on his drink, sat up straight to face you better. you giggled out at his reaction. dirty jokes and vulgar words are just and every day thing between you two, and it always made you two laugh, never ever felt offended or uncomfortable.
"yea, base on past relationships that is. but that's not the actual reason why i chose to be single right now,"
"then what is? you dislike monster cocks too?"
"NO NOT THAT!"
"haha then what?"
"commitment issues."
wooyoung only replied with a silent hum.
"very understandable tho, cause me too. like I'm down to fuck someone but i don't want to have any strings attached after," he broke the silence first while twirling around his empty cup in his hands.
"like holding hands in public, kissing at the hallways, go on silly dates, the need to remember every stupid unnecessary dates, overly saying 'i love you', 'i love you too' then-"
"YEAA THAT I GET IT! you get it, ew please stop, it's disgusting," he smacks your shoulder telling you to stop with the excessive description of being in a 'relationship'. after your laughter subsided, it went back to another silent moment. until he spoke up first, again.
"you wanna fuck?" you looked straight into his eyes. there was no hint of a joke in it.
"like right now?" he quickly nod at you and you didn't bother thinking twice. there's no reason for you to do that either way.
"yea sure, why not." you added and he took the cup away from your hands and threw it away somewhere. whoever person got splashed with the drink, not that he cares, not his problem.
wooyoung grabbed your wrist and dragged you upstairs. his grip was firm but not enough to hurt you, just to not let you get lost in the sea of drunk humans. he twist on every doorknobs to find an empty room. once he found it he pulled you inside, lets you go and locks the door.
"woah…whoever this room belongs too, i like his bed, its so soft," wooyoung turned around and saw you laying down on your back at the queen size bed in the room.
"distracted already? i didn't bring you here to snooze y'know…" he stood by the door with his hands on his waist.
"i know, come here already if you want to do it so bad," you spread out your legs a bit for him when you saw the bulge in his pants.
the man quickly made his way and tops over you. he place his hand on the underside of your jaw, tilting your head to the side as he dives his face in and starts to kiss your neck. it started off slow, but after he inhaled your scent more, he begins to lick and suck your skin from under your ear to you collarbones.
his hands fiddles the hem of your shirt and you help him fully took it off by lifting your body up a bit. he gasped closing his mouth with one hand. you wondered why he stopped. till you follow his gaze on your covered breast.
"wahh y/n, i never imagined your boobs with such a pretty bra…" he fiddles with the silver heart charm in the middle of your bra.
"look who's more distracted now," you chuckled and pulled him closer by tugging his shirt.
he sat up and took his shirt off. you were ogling at his well built body. he chuckles proudly, knowing he hit the gym well to make you drool over him like this.
he leans back in and continue his wet kisses all over you exposed chest. his hands wanders all over your upper body and found its way to your back to unclip your bra. you sigh in relief after feeling the little freedom. wooyoung tossed it across the room somewhere as he was still busy feeling your body. his lips went to swirl around your tits while his hand plays with the other one, not wanting it to feel left out.
the slight feeling made your body shudder and wetness started to pool in your undies. the more you hear sucking noises from him, you feel more hornier. you pull his hips closer to yours and grinds your needy sex to his groin.
he detached his mouth from your wet tits as he moans and grinds along with you. you started to feel the buildup in your stomach and you grip his shoulder. you stutter out his name as he continues to dry hump your both clothed girth. he pulls away after your your legs twitched around him. you saw a wet patch on his bulge. wonder if it was from you or his.
he walks over to all the tables, going through every drawers till he found a pack of condom. he sets it aside while he unbuckles his pants and you took off the last piece of clothing on your body. he slips his finger to the waistband of his boxers but he didn't pulled it down just yet.
"though mine isn't a sloppy small dick or a huge monstrous size one, are you ok with that?" you blinked a few times at the man standing by the side of the bed with nothing but his boxers while you're there, fully naked on the bed.
"hahahah woo please…i really don't care, as long as it can fit my mouth," he took your amusement as a sign to continue and he pulls down his boxers and left his hard member spring up till the tip reach under his belly button.
he walks over to you as you position yourself and rubs his member a bit before putting it inside your mouth. you took it out and pumps it, twisting your hands all over it, feeling it getting harder by every movement. you spit on the tip and squeeze it with your thumb making the the man in front of you whines out your name.
you take that as a sign to start suck him off. he sighs in pleasure upon feeling the warmth of your mouth. you lick and suck in every angle you could. he grips your shoulder and pushes you off after you felt a hint of saltiness from him.
"i don't wanna cum yet," he swipes away the drool on your chin while your eyes never left his leaking member.
he drags you and lets you lay down on your back while he makes his place in between your legs. he licks a stripe of your wet hole before he went to suck on the bundle of nerve. his way of sucking and twisting his tongue on your clit made you feel your head in a daze. never before has someone eat you out at this speed.
he plunges two of his fingers in you hole making you squirm. he roams it around till he found the exact soft spot that made you gasp and arch your back. you kept on moaning when he pumps his fingers and scissors you open. you beg for his dick as your needy cunt can't take it anymore, you need him to fill you up.
"patience baby, i still need to stretch you up at least." he pulls his mouth away and sat on his heels while he slips on the rubber to his thick dick. why does it look a bit bigger than before? he angles his tip to your hole and moves along your folds.
"you sure bout this?" you nodded quickly at him.
"use your words babe," he slaps the tip at your sensitive clit making your thighs twitch.
"yes, I'm sure. please put it in already woo,"
"safe word?"
"shark." your eyes stumbled upon a little shark plushie on the desk in the room. wooyoung followed your gaze to the toy and he looks back at you.
"shark it is." he plunges his dick right in you. the stretch stings a bit but it felt good. so good it already made you squirm and begs him to move.
he started at a slow pace until he found the right angle that made you moan louder. he rams into you harder and faster. every thrust made you lose your breath. his grip on your hips might leave bruises on the next day.
he leans his body down and suck down the skin of your chest, leaving red spots. you felt the same feeling in your stomach and you grip onto his arms. he wraps his hand around your neck just enough to make you roll your eyes back at the high feeling.
you wrap you legs around his waist, pulling him closer as you felt the waves crash in.
"w-wooyoung," was all you could mutter as your head felt in a haze.
"shh i know," he slows down his pace and presses his pelvis down on your clit, letting you ride out your high.
after you let him go, he topples down on you. few minutes went by as you both tried to calm down. his hand brushes away the hair that stuck to your face so he could see your fucked out expression better.
"you good?" he propped up on his elbow beside you.
"yea so good i- WAIT! you didn't come yet!"
"says who," wooyoung sat up and pulled out slowly from you. he slips off the used condom and showed the white liquid in it.
the smirk on his face made you roll your eyes and huff out annoyingly. you're worried for nothing. he grabbed some tissues and helps wipe you off. he went to grab your clothes and tossed them over to you then he dresses himself back.
"no strings attached?"
"no strings attached."
you grab his hand that he held up to you and helps you get off the bed. he gives you a firm hug as to seal the contract you both made.
there you have it. that's how this friends with benefits relationship started with wooyoung. nothing weird happened after. everything was just normal. friends in public, fuck buddies in private.
he would call you up whenever he needed a release and you're always down for it. so does you. whenever you feel horny, he'll be quick to help you with it and you both go on with your days like nothing ever happened under the sheets.
wooyoung waved at you when you passed by the hallway and you waved him back with a friendly smile. afterwards, he went back to chat with his friends while you also went your way to your next class. just a simple wave with no conversations like as if he didn't rail you so hard last night till your head almost hit the wall.
somedays, you didn't even think bout him at all and so did he. not seeing each other for weeks was also fine. hanging out as friends again, going to parties, bars, clubbing. those days doesn't necessarily need for you two to fuck. just as friends like before hanging out together with your circle of friends.
being fuck buddies with wooyoung was fun. when there's no strings attached, you could tease and play with what's happening to him currently. that is when he told you someone had a crush on him and just confessed.
knowing him, he's obviously not into relationship and doesn't even like the girl back. so when you guys fuck, you bring the girl up.
"ahh woo, please, i have a crush on you," you moan in a mocking manner as you ride his dick.
"i don't like you. i don't even know who you are," he bucks his hips upwards in between.
"but you're so handsome and pretty, and soooo extremely hot," you tease him more and grabs a fistful of his hair and yanks his head back. he lets out a long moan as he really loves it whenever you go rough on him too.
"i…nghh wanna be your girlfriend!"
"EWW NO!" he lifts you by the waist and slams you on your back.
his thrusts became faster and he grunts every time you squeeze his dick. you love teasing him and it riles him up to fuck you even harder. in the end, you both enjoyed it.
on the next day, you saw wooyoung talking with the girl with a smirk on his face. the girl doesn't have a chance. poor girl, he's just toying with her feelings.
another thing you love being fuck buddies with him is the roleplay. he lets you roleplay into any of your fantasies. one of them is your adoration to your smoking hot professor.
"he's so deliciously hot woo, you don't understand," you rant out to the man as he was cooking dinner and you sat by the kitchen bar.
"then go eat him out, if you want to taste him that bad,"
"if i could, i would. heard rumours he's gay,"
"he is?" wooyoung turned around to face you after turning off the stove.
"yea, people always saw him hanging around with mr. jeon, and its ALWAYS mr. jeon. never have anyone seen him with a woman." the man with an apron burst out laughing while smacking the counter top, its a laughing habit of his, as long as he doesn't smack you, its fine.
"well none for you, so there's a chance for me then,"
"wooyoung, you're not helping!" you cross your arms over your chest and sigh in frustration. he walks over to you and your gaze never left his.
"well, i can help you in another way," he graze his fingertips along your exposed thighs and slips under your short.
he found your clit and presses it down making you gasp and grip his wrist. he moves his fingers in a slow circular motion and you spread your legs wider.
"p-please…" you beg in a low whisper and he quickly retracts his hand and place them on your hips.
he lifts you up and sits you down on top of the kitchen bar. he made sure the surface was clear before pushing you down by your shoulders. he takes off your short along with your panties and he tossed them away.
he spreads your legs wider and grips tightly the inside of your thighs as he admires the view of your clenching cunt, begging for attention.
"you really like your professor that much huh?" he teases and feel more aroused thinking bout the man of your dreams.
he leans down and nudge his nose to your clit while his tongue busies itself at your hole. he stuck his tongue in and slurps every drop of your juice. his tongue felt so soft and velvety. you love it. but you need more. you want his fingers in you.
"woo please-"
"it's mr. song to you." he lifts his head up and gives you a sharp glare before stuffing your mouth with his fingers.
the feeling of imagining its your professor that you have a crush on, that's pleasing you right now. a whimper came from you as you suck and cover wooyoung's thick fingers with your saliva before he takes it out of your mouth.
"be a good girl for me," the man in between your legs slides his fingers along your folds making you shudder.
he bent over to the side and picks up a pack of condom from the drawer and slips in on. without another word, he pushes his protected dick in and bottoms out.
you cried out at the stretch feeling and your hands tries to grip down on anything you can reach. noticing your helpless reaction, he lends out his hand and you intertwine your fingers with his.
he starts to move when you squeeze his hand. his other hand made its place on your thigh and he pulls you closer while he thrust into you, wanting to feel you deeper. he felt your pussy clenching, he knows that you're close to your orgasm so he thrust in harder and deeper. letting his tip touch your soft spot.
"yea… mr. song, sir ahh…please…" you don't know what you're begging for, but for all you know, you want it. you need it.
after a final thrust you came creaming down all over his hard dick. you legs twitched over the sensitivity of your sex.
"such a good girl," wooyoung praises you as he caresses your thighs, calming you down.
it was wooyoung that's in between your legs and has his dick still stuffed in you, but your mind is filled with another man, your professor, mr. song mingi.
though college isn't just about going to classes, then partying, then the hookups. there's the extra other activities that does require a friend or two, but its definitely not the same friend. that was when you realised that you and wooyoung were really just friends.
thought you have upgraded to best friends by now, but your dreams faded away when you sat down one day and reflected back where you stood. you wanted to spend your college years with him. not just fucking, but other curricular activities. you would want to choose him first in any events but its not the same situation to him. though you would put him first, but he would not put you as his first option.
summer camp. he went with san while you had to go with your other friends.
sports day. he had his training with san.
fundraising events. he volunteered with san.
literature competition. he had paired up with san.
community service. again, with san.
talent show. san.
explore race. san.
career fair. san
san san san san san san san san san san san.
its always him but never you. for once you felt like a loner. you somewhat felt the urge to need him. you yearn for him. no just in a way he stuffs his dick in you. but in ways you want him to embrace you. for once, more than a friend.
that's how you ended up at his dorm in the middle of the night when the accident happened.
he was gripping on to your hips, spanking your ass to leave his handprints. your arms were too weak to handle the overwhelming feeling of his dick in your wet hole, you shove your head down on wooyoung's mattress and your hands kept on clawing at his sheets.
he felt his high coming and he leans down, pressing his bare chest to you back. burying his face in your neck. his thrusts getting sloppier.
"f-fuck y/n, you pussy always feels so good. i really love it, so so much, i love you."
hearing the last words your body jolted and you squeezed his dick way tighter than before. he groans out loud as his cum spurts out into the condom. he puts you down gently as he pulls out, hissing slightly as his member is still a bit sensitive.
he went to grab some towels and a drink while you laid there still in utter shock of his words. did you misheard him? no, it can't be. even when you try to deny what you heard, your heart felt the urge to believe it was true.
"did you mean it, wooyoung?" you finally speak up while he wipes down your legs.
"mean what?"
"what you said earlier,"
"y/n, i said a lot of things when i fuck you. which one?"
"your feelings for me woo..."
"my feelings for you? i never said that," your breathe hitched and your heart sink at the word never. silence fills the air in a few seconds before you speak up again.
"then why did you said you love me?"
"i did? sorry, it kinda slipped off my tongue. so, no, i don't have feelings for you,"
seeing your silent state.
"wait, do you-"
"not me either, don't worry." you give him a bitter smile and get off his bed after he puts your panties on.
you pick up your clothes and left his dorm room while wearing them one by one. fuck who cares if someone sees your tits, you can't stand being in the same space with wooyoung. the tears that welled up in your eyes might actually break.
you found yourself sitting on a bench by the pond with nothing but a heavy heart. he's not wrong. why would he even have feelings for you. you're just friends. friends who fulfills their lustful desires. there's no need for him to look out for you. he shouldn't hang out with you all the time, like he has other friends too. you can't control him or keep him to yourself. he's not your boyfriend.
"y/n?" the voice of the person you least wanted to see. he puts a jacket over your shoulders and sat beside you.
"what do you want," you said nonchalantly, trying to hold back your tears and your gaze still looking down on your hands above your lap.
"well i couldn't just let you leave without sending you off properly. its also in the middle of the night, its cold and-"
"stop it wooyoung," you push him away from you. he was taken aback by your behavior but it didn't stop him. he kept on asking the obvious.
"what's wrong? did something happen? was is something that i said?"
silence fills in the air as you remembered back what he said. i love you. he said that. that was the problem. he shouldn't say that if its not real. then again, nothing was ever real whenever you guys fuck.
"I'm really sorry i said those words. i really do love you but as a friend. not as lovers. if i were, i would've kiss you already."
he was right. his shot up truth hurts even more than the silence. never once you both kiss each other on the lips. that was because you're not lovers. you've made the promise to not have any feelings at all, yet here you are. crying over a stupid relationship with your friend.
"let's end this, I'm tired." you shot up from your seat and walks towards your place. you kept shoving wooyoung off whenever he tugs at your arm. you ignored all of his yelling and screaming of your name like a child. you let the tears in your eyes stream down your face.
"you were my friend y/n!!" he yelled out from behind you.
friend. always a friend. nothing more, nothing less.
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seelestars · 7 months ago
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Slow dance with Aventurine plz 👀🙏🏻
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SLOW DANCE W/ AVEN… except the two of you are on an undercover spy mission ♡
a/n : ik this wasn’t related to the og req, but his bp icon got me thinking… and then out came this spy mission idea _:(´ཀ`」 ∠): hope u still enjoy tho ! had to google vids of slow dancing for this only to end up not being so descriptive abt it
you and aventurine were tasked with the objective of gathering intel on some people that ran the current planet the ipc wanted to conquer. except—it was specifically requested that you two harvest the information in a way that didn’t involve violence.
which is why the two of you were attending a banquet hosted by your targets as spies, wearing clothes that were equally as fancy as the attire of everyone else attending.
the place reeked of expensive champagne and luxury, couples inviting each other for romantic dances. it made you feel out of place, since you had nobody to dance with. you supposed it could make you and aventurine stick out like a sore thumb among everyone else—being some of the only people that were currently not dancing.
somehow, aventurine must have read your mind, because what he asked of you next was exactly what you were just pondering about.
“my lovely partner, why don’t we share a dance together? your envy is too obvious whenever you look at the couples here.” aventurine snickers, a fox-like grin on his lips as he extends his hand towards you. he had even decided to use a more affectionate term to refer to you, causing you to immediately perk up. it was quite amusing to him to watch you avert your gaze shyly whenever he acted more affectionate towards you.
“…no need. we’re not here to dance, aventurine. we’re here to do our job.” you decline, shaking your head. you couldn’t just let him distract you two from your main objective here… even though you would really like for him to distract you if it meant he would dance with you.
“oh? are you sureeee?~ after all, it’s a one in a lifetime opportunity to dance with *the* aventurine.” aventurine clicks his tongue playfully, teasing you. “besides, it’s only for a bit anyway. im sure it’s no harm if we get a bit sidetracked, no?” he doesn’t try overly hard to convince you anyway—he was sure you’ll give in without much persuasion. that’s how you always were when it came to him, unable to resist his charm.
“…fine. I suppose we can afford to get a bit sidetracked, just this once.” you sigh softly, a small smile on your lips as you inevitably give in to his desires. with slight reluctance, you take his gloved hand in yours as he begins to guide the two of you into a slow, romantic dance.
before you knew it, you were caught amidst an intense dance with aventurine. your gazes locked with each other as you carefully make sure not to step on his feet, as does he. you were sure your cheeks were very flushed currently—but he was right. it wasn’t everyday someone got to dance with someone like aventurine, who was the type of person both the ladies and gentlemen yearned for. so, you made sure to savor this precious moment.
aventurine then delicately guides you to do a twirl, letting out a soft chuckle once you do. “hehe, we should definitely dance like this more often, my lovely partner. we make for a good pair, don’t we?” he grins, smug that he managed to secure a dance with you. to him, you were so gorgeous that if there weren’t so many couples in this banquet already, everyone would be asking for a dance with you.
“…mm. we’ll see about that.” the way you smiled and looked at him made it quite obvious you would allow him more opportunities like this in the future. sure, this may have been a completely unnecessary distraction—but it was a pleasant one. a pleasant distraction that you wouldn’t mind happening more often if he was the cause.
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giuliettagaltieri · 4 months ago
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Black, White, and Blood Red
Pairing: President!Coriolanus Snow x Wife!Reader
Chapter Synopsis: Neither of you are safe in the arms of the other
Warning: Blood
Word Count: 793
Inspired by this ask
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When Coriolanus was wedded to you, he thought only of the glory your name could bring to his reign.
You come from a very powerful household, but among the daughters of your family, he liked you the most.  Your sisters are social butterflies, clinging to the arms of different men in parties, but you, you are always clinging to the arms of your papa.  Smiling politely at the other powerful people of the Capitol.
You only speak when you are spoken to, unlike your sisters and mother who are too desperate to have all eyes on them.
When he brings you home the night after your wedding, he expects compliance, but he is met by a sharp glare when he tries to touch you without your permission.
He had to sit and rethink his decisions after that.
Coriolanus wanted a docile wife, someone that will do his biddings without question. 
And to get you under control, he decided to lock the library so you will have no access to those books that fill your head with unnecessary ideas. 
But in retaliation, you refuse to come down and dine with him.  The Avox do not say anything about it, well, they can’t, but who knows how well they can keep this information. 
A knock on your door startles, making you spill the ink you use for your fountain pen.  You curse as it stains your palm.  In haste, you grab a cloth and rub your skin raw.
“I do not like to be kept waiting.”  Said Coriolanus in a formal tone, his voice muffled behind the door.
“Patience, my love.”  You say in a sickly sweet voice.
When you do open the doors, you are surprised when he pushes it further open, bumping into you as he lets himself in.  You bite your tongue as you lock the door.
He is seething.  “I don’t know who you are trying to impress here with your little games but as your President and your husband, I am ordering you to stop.”
You look at him unimpressed, hip propped by your vanity as you cross your arms.  “Well, good morning to you too.” 
Coriolanus walks over to you, his rough hands finding your arm in a tight grip.  “Don’t make me punish you like the people of the Districts.”
To his surprise you only laugh.  “You think I am afraid of being pitted against a few kids?”
Pitted against a few kids?
“What?”
Have you no fear of the games?
“What?”  You ask back while you pour yourself a glass of wine.  “Or are you perhaps thinking of poisoning my coffee?”  You chuckle, gloved hand covering your blood red lips to contain your laughter.  “Oh, husband, you play like a woman.”
There is truth in your words, poison is more in the domain of women but it has been effective for him, he sees no reason to change his ways.
“You are…mocking me.”  He squints his eyes at you, most men would have shriveled under his gaze but you only smile dangerously at him, lips brushing on the rim of your glass.
“Well, since you are obviously greatly dissatisfied with the way I run my country, why don’t you join me in my next meeting, hm?”  He walks over to you, smiling sweetly as he traces a finger on your neck.  You meet his gaze, not batting an eye when he swiftly breaks off a rose from the vase beside your head. 
You requested the thorns to be kept and your smile widens upon seeing a smear of blood on his thumb as he twirls the rose.  He grins at you and presses the rose on your temple and slips it behind your ear in a torturous slow speed, letting the thorn press and slice your skin, creating a line of crimson. 
When your smile doesn’t falter, he laughs in great amusement.  Blood soaks your pearl earring but you glide your hand over his tie like nothing has happened.  
You fix his suit over his tie, adjusting it so he looks his best.  “If my sweet husband insists, then I shall come.”  In a split second you cinch the knot of his tie, dangerously tight that it cuts off his blood flow, making him sputter as he falls to his knees, desperately clawing at his neck.
You pour him a cup of tea and you bend next to him, offering the drink as you rub his back.  With bloodshot eyes, Coriolanus glares at you, a hand still clutching his throat.
He glances at the tea in your hand and just as his hands brush the fine china, he pauses.
Coriolanus does not know which is more poisonous, the cup of tea or the smile on your lips.
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obriengf · 4 months ago
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OH how would the guys react to seeing reader in something sexy for the first time
omg i loved this - please send me some dylan characters and headcanons!
stiles: his jaw would quite literally drop to the floor, eyes staring shamelessly. you were probably going to a party and lydia gave you some unnecessary fashion advice, but you started rethinking just how necessary it really was when you saw stiles' reaction. he would have the equivalent of cartoon heart eyes, and an obvious trail of drool down his chin. constantly babbling about how good you looked, how beautiful you were. scott would need to give him wack over the head to break him out of his admiring daze.
mitch: this depends purely on the situation. if it were casual, he would wolf whistle loudly. probably make some small remark about how sexy you look, how he was desperate to get his hands all over you. holding your hand above your head and prompting you to twirl for him. if it were on a mission, however, he would stay silent but he can only control himself so much. you're undercover and he didn't expect the tight material, but he would stare, like really stare... especially at your ass. most likely thinking very dirty things.
thomas: the first thing he would do is curse under his breath, very taken aback. he would be drawn speechless after that, but it was his eyes that did all the talking. they trailed every single inch of you, slowly and with purpose. when he focused on a bit of skin you can guarantee that he would be biting down hard on his lip, trying to hold back a moan. thomas wouldn't be able to stop thinking how soft your skin would be, and you better believe that he has the image of you burnt in his mind forever.
stuart: he would need to be coaxed away from his phone or laptop screen, but damn, when he did he would forget that they even existed. his face would contort into a faux-drunken expression as he took you in - eyes blinking constantly, wondering if this was a dream. you'd be talking to him about going out with neha and some other friends, but he wasn't listening in all honesty, just absolutely mesmerised by how hot you looked. then he'd probably snap out of it and remind you to take one of his jackets to stop pervs from staring at you too.
joel: it'd be a hot day, a really hot day, as you wandered across the surface to get to jenner beach. joel would be ahead of you, face peering down at the map, talking aloud but mostly to himself. it wasn't until he turned around to ask you something that he saw that you had shed some layers - your jacket gone, shirt rolled up your torso, shorts cuffed even shorter. you were glistening from the heat and perspiration of the environment. he could hear boy barking at him, and he could see you reach out, but joel was so taken by how you looked that he didn't notice the hole behind him - one step too far, eyes focused on you, and joel fell deep, and hard (play on words, hehe).
sam: he first saw you standing across the bar from him - he'd definitely spoken to you before, in fact, you were one of his many tinder dates, but he never called you back. sam didn't remember that though as he drunk in your tight clothes that hugged you just right, and how your hips swayed as you walked, your body perfect as it stood before him. sam's obliviousness forced him over to you as he leaned on the bartop, tongue lapping at his lips, a silent groan settling in his chest. he threw a compliment your way, and next thing he knew, your drink was thrown back in his face.
richie: he would be so proud that his partner looked that good. it was a thing of richie's to focus on appearances - he had to, always being in the spotlight. not to be mistaken though with the fact that he loves you for being you, your kindness and huge heart is what captured his. but he never would've expected your clothing to be that figure-hugging, especially within this day and age of conservative, but expensive, dressing. you were both at a gathering and richie definitely showed you off, you were his and he wanted everyone to know it. after enough gawking, though, he took off his coat and draped it over your shoulders - not to be removed until later tonight, in his bedroom.
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novaneondream · 19 days ago
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MHA: You’re Next Movie Spoilers
OMGGGGGGGHH IT WAS SO GOOD
I just got back from the movie theatre and I am so overwhelmed!! I feel like I just watched 3 movies in one there was so mUCH going on.
Some highlights that I enjoyed:
- Deku deku deku deku deku the coolest cutest silliest smartest kindest prettiest everrrrrr every moment he was on screen i was giggling I ADORE HIM SM.
- Deku being the absolute silliest!! He made so many goofy expressions and acting like the cutest little dumbass <333
- Julio IS SO COOL. Had me twirling my hair whenever he was on screen. The scene where he ripped his tux off WAS SO UNNECESSARY NALBDLFBLSND But his abilities are fight scenes were really cool and his devotion to Anna was really touching :((
- THE TODOROKI DREAM HAD ME IN SHAMBLES THEY DIDNT HAVE TO DO THAT 😭😭 AAAA IN ANOTHER LIFE THEY WOULD ALL BE HAPPY SOBSSSSSS
- Bakugou being a leader in this movie was amazing and SO HYPE to see!! His “LETS ROCK EVERYONE” AAAAAAA LIKE YESS He’s come so far and I love to see him assess the situation and take charge. I was vibrating in my seat watching bakugou leading them into the final fight calling Deku, Todoroki, and Tokoyami to follow him!! so cool!!
- I especially loved Todoroki and Bakugou team up which makes me understand why Deku said they’d make an unstoppable team!! They are both powerhouses and when they work together, it’s awesome!!
- Which brings me to the TODOBAKUDEKU FINAL FIGHT WHICH AAAAAAAAAAA the scene where all three of them were proclaiming their heroism and their admiration for all might and todobaku yelling “RIGHT DEKU/MIDORIYA!?!” AND THEN IT REVEALS DEKU REVVING UP BLACK WHIP AND FAJIN OHHHHH CHILLLLSSSSS
- and PHEWWWW JUST ALL THE FIGHT SEQUENCES ALONE WERE ABSOLUTELY PHENOMENAL AND A VISUAL FEAST FOR THE EYES AS THEY ALWAYS ARE. MANY PRETTY COLORSS, IMPRESSOVE IMPACT FRAMES, AND COOL SLOW MOTION ACTION SHOTS!! VERY VERY HYPE AND EXCITING!!
- THE SCENE WHERE JULIO IS YELLING FOR ANNA AND BAKUGOU IS YELLING FOR DEKU TO WAKE UP BALBDLBALBDLSB THE PARALLELISM?!?! EEEEE AND THEN BOTH OF THE PRINCESS WAKE UP IN THE MOST BEAUTOFUK HAIR BLOWING GRACESFULLY IN THE WIND KINDA WAY
- Anna and Julio finally being able to be together and walk off into the sunset was so sweet and wholesome 😭😭
Anyways this movie was super super fun!! So many fun, cool, silly, and epic moments and I definitely want to watch it again!!
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meltedbluecaterpillar · 26 days ago
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Leona Kingscholar - Smut Alphabet
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A/N: These are my personal thoughts and Headcanons. You don’t have to agree with me. The original alphabet is here.
A - Aftercare = (what they're like after sex)
Leona may seem like he doesn't give a damn but I promise he does in his own way.
He will press kisses all over your face and make sure you're okay. This is a rare situation where he makes you something to eat. He doesn't ask Ruggie! Mostly because this is intimate between the two of you, involving someone else feels strange... He will give you a wipe down if you need it but his animal brain says he should use his tongue. But he won't.
He is a gentleman and a prince and he knows to be polite even if he appears to be an asshole. But Leona is expecting you to clean him up too. It goes both ways baby!~!
B - Body Part = (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partners.)
Leona's favorite body part of his isn't actually a body part. It's his hair. He takes good care of it and he loves the feeling of your hands running through it. Twirling a finger around one of his braids or even when you tug on it during sex. He loves it a lot it makes him horny when you play with his hair. Or even just more in love with you than you might expect.
His favorite part of you is your mouth. How your lips get puffy and wet from kissing. Your frowns, your smiles, your nubby teeth, your pink tongue. The words that leave it and of course the things he puts inside. Leona loves getting head from you, he won't say it. But he is expecting it every time he sees you.
C - Cum = (anything to do with cum basically)
Leona says he doesn't want kids constantly but he is allergic to the pullout method. He is a beastman, it's hardwired within his brain to mate and mount. It feels much better when he finishes inside.
If you do dislike it (beastmen/fae/mermen don't tend to believe in condoms due to genitalia differences and its a hassle. Also most men just don't like condoms) Leona will agree to cum on your skin. He prefers that little spot just below your belly button and he lazily just drops his cock against you. How naughty.
D - Dirty Secret = (a dirty secret of theirs)
Leona will take this to the grave. Or maybe he'll tell you years later if he feels comfortable. But... He does like breeding. With the intent to make a baby.
He cannot fight his instincts to mate and breed and he despises it less than he claims. Leona loves you a lot and he does adore his nephew. And the moment you dote on Cheka he suddenly starts picturing little versions of the two of you.
Leona would never force you to have his baby. And even if it isn't physically possible between you two he would love to adopt. But he can't tell you this stuff. You'll get sappy and gross, mentioning how big his heart actually is. He can't stand it.
E - Experience = (how experienced are they? do they know what they're doing?)
Leona is a very handsome man but he was raised as a gentleman first. I like to imagine maybe when he went home during a break he had an entanglement with a servant or maybe there was a 'Royal Bedwarmer' hired. But I don't think he's a virgin. Honestly with all of his confidence I would be shocked. But he's also not an idiot and he is very good at asking indirectly to get the things he might want from you.
So he'll try different positions with you, teasing you with a smirk or even mumbling in your ear; asking if it's good for you. If you like it or if you would feel even better in a different position. He does read books and watch porn with humans in it. A beastman body isn't the same as a human's. Not quite. But he learns quick. Leona is a prodigy after all.
F - Favorite Position = (exactly what it says)
Save a horse, ride a lion.
Leona is a professional when it comes to getting out of doing something that requires him to put in unnecessary effort. He loves when you crawl into his lap and ride him. Giving him the perfect view of your face when you roll your hips and steady your hands on his abdomen for support. Even when you get tired and lay against him, it's perfect for him to hold you in place as he jerks into you. Feet planted on the bed as he makes you take him all the way.
Reverse cowgirl is good too, but he would rather see your face and how you look so in love as you orgasm.
G - Goofy = (are they more serious in the moment? are they more humourous?)
I think Leona can have a little laugh during sex. But it's very uncommon. It can be a mood killer or distracting so the sex won't even be something he's interested in anymore.
He can move things along just fine, but if you're goofing around too much he'll end up going soft.
H - Hair = (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes?)
Leona is a beastman so shaving isn't really something he think's about. My Leona that lives in my mind tends to have stubble. A scratchy face that tickles you when he kisses you. If he has to attend something important he will shave but usually he has a little facial hair.
Below the belt? Again he is a beastman. Shaving is pointless. He does have a nice dark happy trail unless he decides to shave/he's in the mood/you dislike the amount. He doesn't let it get unruly but Leona never minded having a ton of hair. So he lets it grow until he thinks it's too much or if you tell him you don't like how much of it there is.
I - Intimacy = (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect?)
Leona can be such a Cupid, it's unexpected. Usually he's viewed as rough and carnal but Leona seems very into closeness. This doesn't mean you only get slow lovemaking with Leona, he can give it to you however you want.
You prefer roughness? Of course my liege. He'll give it to you in the nastiest way possible. His hand around your throat as he belittles you. A weak willed Herbivore. Some cheap bitch he snagged off a corner during a night drive. You're just free hole, so moan and cry and show him a good time. (If it gets to be too much, he'll stop at any point!~!)
I personally like a softer Leona. He rubs his hands all over your body as he whispers in your ear. Telling you how good you make him feel. His cock buried inside with slow ruts of his hips. How attractive you are and how he's so happy to have you all to himself. Kissing your face and maybe a gentle bite or two.
J - Jack Off = (masturbation headcanon)
Leona will masturbate if he's in the mood but it's not often if he has you around. Why use a toy or his hand like some Neanderthal when you have a perfectly good mouth he can put to use? Of course if you deny him he will pout and sulk... But he will retreat. You'll end up with a short string of frustrated messages of him telling you that he's horny and what he wants to do to you.
K - Kink = (one or more of their kinks)
Breeding (because Mother Nature has cursed him) and power play. Please, lower your torches and pitchforks I can explain.
Power play is something that does require a lot of trust exercises. It falls under a form of BDSM but it's the very top layer. I see Leona's preferences falling under him being in charge in one way or another. He was always overlooked and second best so in the bedroom he get's to be your king. He likes when you submit to him sexually, or even 'forcing' you to submit. Brat taming would be somewhere on his list but he prefers you face down ass up, telling him how badly you need it. No fight necessary. Since you love him so much, of course you want to offer up your hole.
L - Location = (favorite place to do the do)
He loves the Botanical Garden's or his room. His dorm or at the palace. Leona is very possessive over you in his own way. I do think that Leona would be very irritated with someone watching so he tries to pick very secluded spots. Everyone knows the Botanical Garden's is his favorite place. So Leona will lure you there with a flick of his tail and soft promises for a good time. Quickly folding you in half with your feet facing the sky. Only the flowers and moss know what kind of naughty things happened in there...
His bedroom is also just his favorite place to be regardless. He has a very big bed. His scent is on everything and he likes it when you're wrapped up in his sheets with him. There could be a circumstance where he catches someone watching and he might entertain. But only if you don't seem to mind it. You come first.
M - Motivation = (what turns them on, gets them going?)
Lions are actually very social creatures. But Leona is a big loner type. When you show him you're interested in being closer, just twirling a finger in his hair or sitting on his lap... It makes him excited. The thought of you being interested in his company is what get's him going.
Even if your intentions are innocent and you just like being around him or touching he can't help the way it makes his cock throb in his pants.
N - No = (something they wouldn’t do, turns offs)
Leona does not share. So do not ask him. The idea of a threeway or anything like that pisses him off. "Am I not enough?" It's a big ego bruising for him since his whole life he's played No. 2. He would be okay with magically cloning himself and giving you that kind of fantasy. But if you mention wanting to bring in Malleus or Vil he most likely would break things off with you.
Lions in the wild are polyamorous yes. But Leona is a greedy man.
O - Oral = (preference on giving or receiving, skill, ect.)
Leona loooooves when you gag and spit all over his cock. How it juts against the side of your cheek and how you have to stroke what you can't swallow. He holds the back of your head to mindlessly guide you or he'll just grab you and piston in and out of your throat. Making you enjoy the taste of his thick sperm on your tongue. If he's in a bad mood; he;'ll pinch your nose and stop you from breathing. Forcing you to swallow it all down.
Leona will give you oral if he's in the mood. Or if you're confident making a suggestion that you would like it. His tongue is rougher than a human's so that is part of the reason he hasn't tried. He isn't skilled in giving because he has had a single partner before you. And that didn't require him to reciprocate service. But that doesn't mean he can't figure it out. Leona will surprise you one day by offering you a 'reward' of some kind. One that requires you to take your pants off.
P - Pace = (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual?)
Leona usually has you riding him, so you would set the pace. He does have a preference for faster strokes that rub against your insides and make you scream. But he won't mind following a request of yours.
But there are times where he does what he wants. He could punish you with slow deep strokes that drive you insane or he treat you roughly while rewarding you with something aggressive.
Q - Quickie = (their opinions of quickies, how often, etc.)
He likes them but not as an often thing. Leona will try to mount you when he's in the mood, and you're free to do the same. Sex isn't always something that involves romance.
Humans are technically animals to. The urge to fuck is just something that happens.
R - Risk = (are they game to excitement? do they take risks, etc.)
Leona will listen to your requests and ideas but he is firm with whatever answer he gives you if he views it as unsafe in anyway. He will lightly choke you and manhandle you, but he isn't going past that violence wise in bed. He cares about you a lot and also he is a prince with a shitty enough reputation. Being caught fucking in an odd place is something he is conscious of. As often as Leona says he does what he wants; he isn't stupid.
S - Stamina = (how many rounds can they go for? how long can they last?)
Lions have great stamina but Leona is a depressed person. So we need to be realistic. I think he would be satisfied with 1 or 2rounds before going to bed. Lots of foreplay.
However if he is in a rut that will change. He is insanely horny regardless of his usual stamina and the number grows and grows. I would say maybe... 6 to 8 rounds? You are a human and that kind of exhaustion can be unbearable. By rounds, I do mean times Leona can orgasm before starting again. So it doesn't have to be penetration, but you have to keep up if you offer to help him out one of the days. Tapping out can be very difficult when a beastman is out of it. Be careful.
T - Toys = (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themself?)
This was inspired by a friend but Leona is rich. Unlimited money hack. I think he would have maybe two different fleshlights. One he bought so he didn't have to use his hand like some cave man. The second one is custom to be modeled after you. The same skin tone and everything. He does of course have lube, and he isn't against using it. But the kind that heats up. Adding a newer stimulation that's wet and hot. Very arousing.
He would buy you a toy if you asked him. But he also wants to see what it is. And Leona wants to use it on you. A lion dildo? Barbs and all? Leona will work it in and out of you until you can't take it anymore. You wanted it so badly, make good use of it.
U - Unfair = (how much they like to tease)
Leona loves to tease you. Your reactions are so, so yummy. He isn't the type to beat around bush for something he wants. So he'll tell you directly with a low growl how he wants to split you open like a fresh peach.
He does like when you become needy, pawing at him and making suggestive comments. Leona sees how hungry you are for some adult intimacy and he likes making you wait for it until he's ready. Just because he's an asshole.
V - Volume = (how loud are they? what sounds they make, etc.)
Lions in the wild will roar while mating. They do this to tell other males to stay away! A form of possessiveness. I think Leona starts quiet and he does have the ability to be quiet, but depending on his mood he may stop caring.
He loves knowing that he's the one that makes you feel good. No one else can do what he can. Leona moans in your ear, grunts and growls, very 'beastly' when he's on top of you. In a situation where you're riding him, he usually will throw his head back into the pillow and tell you how much he loves you bouncing in his lap. But he isn't very chatty normally.
W - Wild = (a random headcanon on the character)
Leona has a preference for a human partner. But he really isn't picky. He does watch porn and usually his searches are related to his own species but one day he stumbled upon 'Lion x Human' videos.
He hasn't been with a human prior to you so it was a little shocking for him to see. Of course, it's all acting but interspecies dating isn't something that usually happens. So when he watched the video he didn't know that humans liked this or that. So after getting some Post Nut Clarity he realized he had an attraction to humans over his own species. He wants to see those faces and learn about there erogenous zones. He loves the contrast between himself and a human and how different yet so compatible your bodies are.
It's erotic to think about...
X - X-ray = (lets see whats going on under those clothes)
A wise man once said; "If his dick slaps his thigh when he walks, I shall listen when he talks.
Leona doesn't realize he's that big because he's lived with that monstrosity since forever. It's nice and big, too big honestly. A pleasant thickness that stretches you with a delicious soreness. Barbs lining his length in a uniform pattern that rub and stimulate your insides until your almost screaming from pleasure.
At first you balked at the size. Shaking your head in refusal at the idea of trying to force something like that inside of you. But you were pleasantly surprised by Leona's dedication towards something he actually wants.
Y - Yearning = (how high is their sex drive?)
I put on my nerd glasses for this one. So lions have their mating season in the 'cooler and wetter season'. Which is late November until about February? Lions live in the savannah so they don't have to worry about snow of course. Lions also will mate on occasion through the year but they can copulate up to 50 times a day. Every 20 to 30 minutes they're fucking.
Leona is a beastman so lets shrink that number down. I think that Leona has a moderate drive, it was very low in the past since he had no interest in that sort of thing before you came into his life. Now he does enter a rut, but he's not a crazy monster for a week. Think of it like... Leona is doing the male version of ovulation from late November until Valentine's Day.
He rubs his head against you and bites your cheek. Pawing at your chest and rubbing his hips against your ass, telling you how badly he wants to be inside of you. But after February it's like nothing ever happened. Leona is cured.
Z - Zzz = (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)
Leona has no reason to stay awake once you say you're fine. Sex is exhausting enough, nap time is required. Lions are very social and shockingly cuddly big cats so he wants to sleep beside you. He won't mind staying up and talking for a bit but he's ready to rest and pull you close.
The first strike is him turning so his back faces you if you won't shut up for the night. The second is him commanding bed time. The final strike is a walk of shame back to Ramshackle.
But he would rather have you stay in bed with him. He won’t be interested in a shower depending on the situation but he will wipe you down if you need to.
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caelisblade · 1 year ago
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¡! attention | tartaglia
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warnings: unprotected sex, established relationship, fem!bodied reader, oral (both), fingering (fem receiving), mentions of a ceiling mirror lol, very loving and whipped bf childe <3, overstimulation, very self indulgent, where is my gamer bf 
word count: 2.3k
disclaimer: this is a repost from my old blog yaesnovels.
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you didn’t want to disturb him.
it wasn’t like he would be mad or anything about you going in while he’s gaming and talking to him, in fact, he would be very excited to see you back from work, yet you knew that childe didn’t have time to play his games with his friends for a few days and you knew this was a break well-deserved, after working so much the past couple of days.
yet, you needed his attention so much in that moment. especially after seeing how tensed from everything he looked from losing multiple matches over and over. and he looked hot. and it didn’t help that the weather was extremely hot and childe had taken off his shirt, sitting there with only his shorts as you watched his lean and muscular body tense up once again while he talked to his friends. 
his eyes widened at you suddenly crawling under the table and pulling down said shorts to press soft kisses on his cock’s tip. his body tensed up even more while you started to stroke his cock at the same time with your hand to get him harder. 
“wha-”
“shh, don’t talk. just … continue playing”, you whispered as you looked up to him with a little grin on your lips before you took his tip into your mouth and heard him breath in sharply. it took him all sort of self-control not to moan out at you twirling your tongue around his tip and he looked down to see you smiling up to him.
childe let out a particularly loud groan when you started to take him a little deeper into your mouth. you had thought it would be good to surprise him as he was already stressed out and tense from work and losing the games. and just hearing those little grunts and groans made you clench your thighs together.
he couldn’t even focus on his game anymore. so, he just announced to his friends in the voice chat – in which he had previously muted himself in, because fuck, he wasn’t going to let them hear him get sucked off – that he would be going offline as ‘there was something else he needed to take care of’.
before you could even react, he was already pulling you up from your uncomfortable spot under the desk and was pressing his lips on yours. he was quick to have you sit on the desk while he was standing between your legs.
“god, what did i do to deserve you?”, he asked as he trailed his lips down your neck and you closed your eyes in bliss, shivers forming on your skin. a soft moan escaped your lips as he proceeded to pull on your shirt to suck on your one nipple while he was pinching the other one softly. getting impatient, he took it off to press light kisses all over your stomach. “so cute and adorable when you were trying to suck me off, darling. i love you.”
he finally pulled down your own shorts, leaving you all naked in front of him. he looked into your eyes which sent a shudder through your body, making him smile. after all this time you still shivered at the way he looked at you. his voice got so much deeper all of a sudden; “all you wanted was some attention, right? you could’ve just asked but decided to go such ways, my love. unnecessary waste of time. you know, i love to give you all the attention you want. all you need to do is to ask. it doesn’t matter if i’m gaming. just go ahead.”
“i just wanted to make you feel good”, you mumbled as a reply. your fingers were tangled up in his hair from the sweet kisses he had given you just now. “i know you’ve been stressed out lately and i didn’t want to disturb you from your gaming because you deserved this time with your friends more than anything.”
childe realized once again how much in love he was with you. you were so considerate and showed him how much you loved him every single day in every way possible. 
he then finally put his thumb on your clit, slowly and softly massaging over the sensitive spot and making you breathe in sharply. childe was being extra slow and it felt like there was almost no pressure coming from his thumb that would make you lose your mind and have your eyes roll back like usually with him. “please”, you said with a soft voice. 
he had this smug smirk on his lips that made you realize how he was going to tease you – probably to the point you’re on the verge of tears, maybe even actually crying before he finally makes you cum on only his fingers and maybe his mouth, too.
“sorry? i don’t think i got that. would you please repeat it, my love?”, he said while starting to rub your clit with a little more pressure, before he stopped to listen to your breaking voice beg for him.
“please, just …”, you didn’t know what you were asking for anymore; all you wanted was his attention on you and you got that now. “just please make me come. all i wanted was your attention and i know i should’ve just asked, but just didn’t want to disturb you.”
“i know, darling, i know. i’m just messing with you. i want to make you feel good, yeah? i was just kidding, darling, i just wanted to hear you beg for me”, he reassured you with a giggle before he proceeded with softly circling his thumb around your clit and multiple soft pecks on your lips. “do you want me to continue?” your quick nodding made him chuckle once again before he leaned in and softly kissed you on the lips once again, this time longer than the previous ones.
he loved doing that – giving you soft, little and playful kisses on the lips. they made you happy and your soft giggles warmed his heart. at times like this he felt extremely lucky to be yours and that you were his.
childe was extremely sweet during foreplay. well, most of the time. he would take his time pleasuring you with his tongue or fingers alone. at other times, however, he would be so impatient to finally take you, raw and with nothing holding him back. today was one of the days he felt even more … generous than usual with the foreplay.
he was quick to make you come on his fingers once; oh, those beautiful, long fingers that made you see stars so quickly. the way they reached deeper than yours could ever – you loved his hands and fingers quite a lot – more than you’d admit to him directly. 
then he took his time with eating you out – he always talked about how much he loved it and the taste of you. childe was such a giving lover; you sometimes couldn’t handle it. he managed to make you cum just on his tongue so quickly, it took you a couple of moments to calm down again. 
“ajax, please”, you were breathless as you tangled up your fingers in his hair to pull him up to look at him properly. his chin and lips were glistening with his spit and your cum; he quickly brushed it away with his thumb and licked the remaining cum away – and he once again had this smirk on his lips, knowing the effect on this tiny little action on you. your whole body was shaking from the aftermath of the two orgasms he managed to pull out of you back to back. 
he was quick to take you down from his desk, have you lay down on your shared bed and climb on top of you. the deep, loving gaze made you feel the same butterflies you were feeling just moments ago once again. “i love you”, childe mumbled as he buried his face into your neck, placing soft kisses on the sensitive skin and making you whine.
“can you please just fuck me now? i have been waiting patiently, ajax. please.” you were on the verge of tears – just as he intended to – as you felt his tip on your sensitive clit with which he had been previously playing around with his thumb while he was eating you out.
“how can i say no to you?”, he replied before he aligned himself with your hole and slowly thrusted in. your eyes rolled back as the overstimulation kicked in and made you squirm around – to which he grabbed your legs and held them firmly. the grip was so tight that you were sure you would feel the pain of them tomorrow. 
childe started off with a rather slow pace, not wanting to overwhelm you too much anymore after all the teasing and overstimulation he had already put your body through. however, you clenching around him so tightly made him forget about that and he was quick to fasten his pace. your moans grew louder and you were already so close once again.
his grunts were heavenly to listen to – you could swear you would be able to get off to them alone so easily. as you closed your eyes in bliss, he roughly grabbed your chin to make you look at him. “eyes open, darling. i need you to watch how i rearrange your fucking guts”, he grunted out. the sudden action made you once again roll your eyes back. 
right, the mirror. he insisted on the mirror right over the bed as you moved in together because “it would make things interesting”. his words. you tried to focus on your reflection on top of you.
watching his rough thrusts you noticed how tense his entire body had become in focus of pleasuring you. however, that wasn’t the how things were supposed to be. you wanted to make him feel relaxed and destress. yet, you also knew being a giving lover, this was his way of relaxing – by seeing you lose your mind while he rearranges your guts.
all those thoughts disappeared when childe delivered a particularly hard thrust that made you moan out loudly and close your eyes for a moment, as you finally felt him come inside of you. he let out a deep groan that had you focus on his heavy breaths. 
you watched his body relax over you as he continued with a couple more slower thrusts to ride out his orgasm and he proceeded with trying to get you to your release with his fingers rubbing over your clit. the way you finally clenched around him as you came made him groan out once again.
he doesn’t remember the last time he had come this hard. maybe it was the way you kept on insisting to get him to relax and tried to suck him off by surprise – which his ego just didn’t accept. he lived off your reactions to him giving you all the pleasure he possibly could. and today, those reactions were particularly turning him on. 
once he pulled out, he watched his cum drip out of you on the sheets. oh, how much he loved to watch you be unable to take everything he has to give to you.
that alone made him want to go again, his cock once again hard against his belly. he was quick to pull you on top of him as he was sitting up against the headboard and you were sitting on his lap. “ride me. please”, he mumbled. “i know you’re sensitive and just want to sleep but–”
you interrupted his little “speech” by aligning your hole with his cock and pushing yourself down on him. he looked up into the mirror as you slowly started off to ride him and the look alone of your struggling to take him could’ve made him come again in less than a minute like a horny teenager. “oh, god, ajax”, you sighed at the way he felt inside of you, making you feel all those butterflies and shivers down your spine. 
childe put his arms around your waist as you lost any remaining energy in your body and slumped down against his chest. “please, i … can’t”, your voice was so breathless and hoarse. “i just wanted you to feel good and wanted to help you destress but … too much.”
“come on, my love, you can do this one more time”, he started off to thrust up into your cunt and made you cry out loudly, this time with tears rolling down your cheeks and he felt them drop on his skin. he knew he was close and could tell the same about you by the way you started clenching around him so tightly, your body shuddering and shaking. 
he let out the prettiest and whiniest moan when he finally came inside of you once again. childe didn’t remember the last time he was this sensitive but he liked the feeling. he slowly pulled out again, slowly rolling you around to have you lay on your back. “didn’t…”, you mumbled.
oh, he couldn’t have his pretty baby be this close and not come for him again. he placed a soft kiss on your clit and proceeded to finger you until he felt you come for the last time for the night, his fingers were coated in a mix of his cum and your slick. he softly tapped your lips with his fingertips and made you suck them clean. 
“i’m so proud of you, darling. don’t worry about anything, just let me clean you up and we’ll sleep, yeah?”, he said and you nodded with a smile on your lips. he quickly did what he promised and hugged you tight as he put the blanket over the both of you.
“i love you”, you said, almost asleep and made him smile brightly. oh, and how much he loved you, too.
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snookienthusi4st · 2 months ago
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Near nsfw hc’s when 🤑 maybe the alphabet 🤤
gotchu anon, ty for the req!!
sorry i’ve been busy w work, brat tamer saiki req i see you and i will get to you someday i promise
near nsfw alphabet
warnings: smut, language, gn reader
nsfw under the cut
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a(aftercare)
aftercare isn’t foreign to him! he’ll happily take care of you afterwards, and it might give him a bit of an ego boost seeing how relaxed you are with him around
b(body part)
i feel like his favorite on himself would be his hair, just cause he twirls and plays with it a lot. if you gently pulled his hair during sex, he’d cum no questions asked
his favorite on you would be your hands or your neck, he likes kissing you there
c(cum)
not super messy with his cum and usually prefers inside you or in your mouth, doesn’t seem like he’d like unnecessary messes :b
but he’s fine with adapting depending on what makes you feel comfortable
d(dirty secret)
would love being a sub but it’s more of a fleeting thought for him
unless you wanna try it and then he’ll agree and let you take charge
e(experience)
little to no experience, but he catches on fast with how smart he is
if you’re a virgin, he’ll be touched that you trust him enough for something that vulnerable and it’ll make the whole experience more meaningful to him
f(favorite position)
if he’s a dom, having you in his lap with him deep inside you
if he’s a sub, missionary with you on top
g(goofy)
if you ever laugh during sex because something funny happened, he’ll give a small lighthearted scoff and maybe chuckle if it was funny enough
sex is a bonding experience to him so anything that makes the both of you happy is a win for him
h(hair)
he’s incredibly clean looking, and as long as it’s hygienic he does not gaf what you look like down there
i(intimacy)
he’s so sweet bro
like whoever’s in control, he’ll be so physically careful!! and if he’s on top he’ll make sure to tell you how thankful he is that you love and trust him this much
“that’s it, just like that..you’re perfect, i love you so much. keep going, i’ve got you.”
j(jackoff)
he didn’t often until you got together, and now he can’t stop thinking about you when you’re away
k(kinks)
he’d have a praise kink for sure, feeling your hands on him and your voice telling him how good he’s making you feel
plus he’s totally a switch but besides that he’s pretty vanilla
l(location)
he’s not really anywhere else except the spk building but on the case where it’s somewhere else, he’ll probably want to wait until you two are somewhere more private
m(motivation)
so mr. low libido does get sexually frustrated from time to time, in which he’ll be just a bit rougher with you in bed
but besides that, he doesn’t really get like turned on unless it’s obvious you want to do it
n(no)
no heavy bdsm, he’s too scared to actually hurt you
also no exhibitionism, he’d be wary of anyone watching you two go at it
o(oral)
would go with giving over receiving since having you below him instead of equal has never really been his preference
also there’s something so addictive about the feeling of your hands in his hair and gently tugging him where you want him
p(pace)
slow and steady, his ass is winning the race
don’t get me wrong, he’ll go faster if you ask, but he just likes getting to feel you and savoring the feeling because of how little his sex drive is yk
q(quickies)
sees the helpfulness to them, but would probably never do it unless you wanted to
u(unfair)
he normally likes pleasing you quick as he can plus he doesn’t wanna overwhelm you so it’s never intentional, but he does have a slower pace so it might seem a bit unfair
if it’s obvious you want more, he might catch on in the moment and stay the same pace with that little knowing smirk on his face
v(volume)
he’s a whimperer i can just feel it
but he’d be around the average volume, not too loud but you can still hear him fine
w(wild card)
would totally be into using toys on you like vibrators
and since he’d be in charge, he’d talk so cocky
“you’re shaking, y/n. you want me to stop? no? hold still then, let me take care of you.”
“that’s the spot? right there? that’s it, let it out, ‘m right here..”
x(x ray)
a little above average size wise, but he seems like a grower
y(yearning)
he has a low sex drive but he’ll be turned on if he knows you want it
like if you get touchier with him and communicate to him that you want to, that’ll get him hard real fast
z(zzz)
gets to sleep pretty fast, since the man can already nap like a cat, but he tries to wait for you to fall asleep first
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kawowoa · 9 months ago
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retwists with sukuna <3
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synopsis : it’s been a few months since your last retwist, your boyfriend thinks it’s stupid for you to go out and get it done when he’s right there
character : sukuna
info : gn. black reader, sukuna swears but not that much, but he’s nice and very loving, minimal dialogue n weird pacing, not beta read or proofread
wc : 1k
a/n : first jjk fic!! bare with me pls i never had locs so if some parts are a little inaccurate lmk!
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you stare at yourself in the mirror, twirling one of your locs between your fingers. it’s been a few months of constant oiling and moisturizing your hair with products your mother bought and shipped to your house under the guise that it’ll keep your hair healthy and long (and possibly grow longer!)
she wasn’t wrong—your hair grew a lot, so much that you can’t see your scalp anymore. you silently curse but bless your mother for her unnecessarily good products
“the hell are you doing?” you hear his voice say from your left. you let out a small huff, turning to face your boyfriend. sukuna looked at you with a small frown, his eyes squinting at you almost like he was silently judging you
“just looking at my hair, think i need to book an appointment for a retwist” you explain to him, turning back to the mirror. you brush your locs out of your face, pouting when they only bounce back over your eyes
sukuna let out a short laugh, now standing behind you. he dragged his hands up your forehead, using his hands as a makeshift headband, only to yank his hands back, causing your head to snap back
you let out a small yelp, whining about his unnecessary use of his strength. he was always so heavy handed, stemming from the hours he put into the gym. a grin tugged the corners of his lips, earning a frown from you
“you don’t need to waste your damn money like that. let me do it for you” sukuna murmured against your skin. he stared down at your face, watching how your eyebrows pinched together as you contemplated his request
there’s no way he, your boyfriend, the most impatient man you know wants to do your retwist. the same man that was grumbling and pouting because you took too long too long to come back with food. the same man that would complain when you took too long to get ready for bed
there’s just no way
“you sure?” he nodded. “positive?” he nodded again. “okay then” he grinned
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“fuck this shit, you got too much damn hair”
you knew something like this would happen, barely ten minutes in and he’s already complaining
you were seated between sukuna’s legs on the floor, his heavy hands giving you whiplash as he moved your head every which way. sukuna grumbling in your ears as his eyes darted from the laptop screen playing a tutorial and back down to your hair
you couldn’t help but laugh at him. it reminded you of your mother, you could practically hear her voice through sukuna’s words, the same tone complaining about your thick hair
it warmed your heart, a dumb grin on your face that sukuna couldn’t see
“you wanted to help, don’t go complaining now” you teased, tilting your head back to look at him with a cheeky grin
he frowned, his eyes narrowing at you behind the thin red framed glasses. he pushed your head back down, grumbling about how you’re ‘so damn annoying’
he was lying, not really. but you didn’t care, you loved him anyway
the two of you fell into a comfortable silence except for the buzz of hearing the lady speaking into the mic, instructing each of sukuna’s movements
it was a constant pattern sukuna easily fell into: using the comb to make a part, smoothing it out with the gel then twisting the hair in the comb
palm rolling had to be the hardest part for him, you could tell with the way he would grunt and how the loc would slip from his fingers, messing up his rhythm
it was cute, everything about him was
a few hours pass, if you went to a shop—like you had planned to before sukuna came into the picture—they would’ve been done by now. not that you cared if it meant spending more time with your boyfriend
“almost done, jus’ got the top of your big head to do” sukuna said, you could hear the grin in his voice. maybe you should’ve went to the shop instead
“rude! my head isn’t big!” you shot back, eliciting a hearty laugh from him. it made you smile, almost making you forget how he basically insulted you
“mhm, whatever helps ya sleep at night” sukuna presses the tips of his fingers against your temple, tipping your head back to press a feather light kiss onto your forehead
it made you pout, in return you just get a snide smirk before he tipped your head back forward, making you stare at the wall
the cool metal of the comb slid through your new growth as sukuna formed your favored part. his hands moving your head front, back, side to side as he made sure everything was even
he didn’t want his partner leaving the house with a messed up part. he’d be damned if he knew he was the cause of it too
“im done, go look in the mirror” sukuna said after almost another twenty minutes of silence
your head felt heavy, all the small metal clips that kept your hair in place made themselves very apparent as they clinked against each other while you made your way back to the bathroom
you could hear sukuna snickering behind you as he followed you to the bathroom. ignoring him, your eyes fall onto your face in the mirror, analyzing your hair as your fingers brushed through your locs, being mindful of the clips
you let out a noise mixed with surprise and amusement. he was leaning against the doorframe once you faced him, his shoulders tensed up, you could tell he was interested in what you have to say
“it looks good! for your first time, you did it perfectly!” you praised him, a bright smile on your face
it affected him, enough for him to have a bashful look on his face. “i know, i know. now you don’t need those shitty stylist who want to scam you out of ya money”
“okay, now you’re being dramatic”
“i’m jus’ saying”
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beach-hermit · 3 months ago
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(alot of) Elliott headcanons
Some are random, some are unnecessary detailed
-Has a hair and skin care routine (that's why he needs that long to leave his house in the morning)
-Has a drivers licence, but he doesn't like to drive (mainly because he doesn't own a car, since he is in Pelican Town)
-Wears glasses when he reads or writes (I imagine when his kid shows him something on the phone, that he has to first pull out his glasses)
-Twirls his hair when he is concentrating or nervous
-Combs his hair when he's bored, even if it's already perfectly combed
-Can't cook very well, but is always trying his best
-Can sing and likes to sing
-If Elliott didn't became a writer, he would be a musician
-Likes to dance
-Randomly uses other language(s)
-He is confident, especially when it comes to his looks. He likes his appearance, but doesn't brag about it
-Coffee addicted
-Elliott picked up drawing, because he thought it looked easy when he saw Leah doing it without problem
-Likes all the flowers, but the rose especially
-Is a foodie (ofc)
-Doesn't swear. He thinks it's unprofessional and will ruin his vocabulary
-When he's mad or irritated, he'll accidentally say fuck or shit, but will instantly, dramatic cover his mouth in shock
-He doesn't get angry easily, but gets fustrated alot
-Elliott would never resort to violence, if there isn't a reason too (only if he gets attacked or his partner gets attacked)
-Probably had a little drinking problem before he got married, but doesn't like to admit it
-He's lightweight (gets drunk easily)
-Always wears a hair tie on his wrist. Just in case
-Actually doesn't like getting his hands dirty
-He talkes alot and most of the time, people don't really understand him, but they just let him talk
-Elliott uses large words that the average Pelican townie hasn't heard before
-Loves telling bad jokes
-Has no idea how to use a computer
-Carries a small notebook with him, in case a idea pops up for his novel
-Stole from Pierre once because he didn't had enough money, Elliott felt extremely guilty but also didn't wanted to tell Pierre, so he didn't shop there for a few weeks
-He doesn't shave constantly, but when he does, he shave his whole body as soon as he can't see his skin anymore
-He only shaves his beard to make his face look more youthful and to show off his bone structure
-He's always warm
-Elliott sometimes walks around naked in his cabin, mostly in the morning or at night (also in the farmhouse)
-Will occasionally takes morning laps (single and married)
-Has tried smoking once and almost threw up
-If Elliott has a problem with a townie, he just won't speak with them, if the issues wasn't his fault. (He basically waits until they apologize)
-His voice gets higher when he's nervous or scared
-He snores, not extremely loud but you can hear him outside of the room
-Sweats easily
-Elliott is soft spoken, if he's mad tho, his voice ton gets "dark" and even a bit louder
-Elliott's a fast thinker, he always has the "right" thing to say and knows good comebacks
-Elliott knows alot of useless stuff about alot of things
-Remembers the names from people he just met
-Pays attention to small details (people or in books)
-Gets offended when someone uses foul language, in front of him or to him
-He has problems to fall asleep sometimes
-His handwriting is small and in cursive, that almost no one can read, everytime he writes something down for someone, he writes in block letters
-He is expressional, you can tell if he's sad, mad or happy
-Doesn't really celebrate his birthday, for him it means that he'll get older and that makes him depressed
-Elliott is strong
-But he got no combat knowledge
-Falls in love FAST
-Is good at guessing
-Gets spooked easily
-He collects useless stuff like: shells, rocks, leaves and blossoms
-Elliott is resentful, he'll never forgive you for divorcing or cheating, but he'll cry about it for a looooooong time
-Writes love letters and poems, that he wishes to someday he can share with his future spouse
marriage
-When it's a slow, lazy day on the farm, Elliott would just wear a tshirt and sweatpants, when he knows he won't go outside today
-Elliott only shows that side of comfort to his spouse. He'll never walk outside not wearing his signature formal wear, because he likes people to believe that he always dresses that good.
-Doesn't want to stay in a dirty place for too long, that's why he likes to clean the farm house
-Is always paranoid when his spouse comes home too late (even if it's only 5 minutes)
-Preferres gardening work over farming work
-Elliott jobs will be: planting plants, takes care of the greenhouse, laws the lawn, waters everything and remove weed
-Actually took his piano with in the farm house. (would be cool if the piano would be in his farm room or at least a furniture item that you get when marrying Elliot)
-When his spouse is home and tense, he'll give them a massage, draw them a bath or just be there for them
-Elliott will "force" his spouse to take a day off, to just relax and spend some time together
-Will agree on being a house husband
-Now that Elliott has access to a kitchen, he'll try some dish combinations
-Elliott only cooks when his spouse isn't home, so that they can't see the mess Elliott is going to make in the kitchen
-If his spouse is pregnant, he'll take over the farm and other activities for them, so that they have no stress
-Will speand his own money on giving gifts to his spouse or child(ren)
-His spouse may wake up with Elliott's hair on their face
-Elliott needed to get used to sleep in bed with someone, so in the early states, he would take over the whole bed on accident
-Usually calls his spouse: love, dear, honey, sweetheart, sweetie and darling. If the name allowds it, he also gives them a nickname
-If he finds his spouse passed out (and isn't hurt), he carries them all the way home
-If his spouse has long hair, he likes to play with it
-Secretly watches his spouse from afar if they work on the farm
-Puts his relationship experiences into his novel
-He keeps a picture of his spouse (and children) in his wallet
-Elliott always wears the mermaid pendant, it doesn't matter when or where
-Give's his spouse a good night kiss, if they fall asleep before him
-Man loves to cuddle
-Likes to rest his head on his spouse's chest
-When he's in the town, he wears the mermaid pendant and a wedding ring, to show off and let everyone know that he belongs to a wonderful person
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thelonelyshore-if · 6 days ago
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I’ve been replaying the demo, and every single time I just. I love Ravi. He’s so annoying and suspicious. Caring but distant. He invites you to stay at his house then immediately makes you feel like an unwanted guest–before you even get to his house. He’s a bag of contradictions and oddities. I just want to shake him. Wtf is wrong with drinking plain water, you absolute prune?? We’re roommates who are putting each other under a microscope like lab specimens. We’re annoying each other for fun. Why do you act like that? You’re so off-putting, you’re so endearing. We’re not besties, we’re not worsties, we’re some unnatural and disturbing hybrid. I almost want to stay with him on purpose to annoy him more.
That said, I will absolutely ditch him if you give me the option to stay with Beck or Perri in chapter 3. Call Beck up since they gave me their number like “Hey, turns out I’ll be sticking around for a while, but I had a disagreement with my current host. I sure could use a hero again, if you don’t mind. Plus, we get to hang out more :)” Or look up/ask for Perri’s number and call them up. “So, I’m actually going to be in town for a bit, but I no longer feel comfortable staying with my current host. If it’s not too much trouble, could I stay with you? Plus, it would give us the opportunity to talk more about that interview, since I’m stuck here Willingly Choosing To Stick Around :)” (Goodness, I think about these two too much. I've already got more Beck/Perri fog secrets thoughts to share, but it feels too similar to what I've already said.)
I want to print out this ask and put it on my wall. I've reread it like three times today and I'm just sitting here kicking my feet and twirling my hair.
Ravi is a walking pile of contradictions and I'm glad he comes across as such. I think about him every single day.
Also I'm dying you're not the first person to be baffled by his vendetta against plain water and you probably won't be the last. It's so funny to me. He's sooooo judgy for no reason I love him.
Staying with Ravi just to launch a campaign to annoy him is 100% a valid option ngl, but I'm excited to say that I will be adding stay with Perri and stay with Beck routes!!! Because I deserve a little bit of unnecessary branching, as a treat, and I think you all will enjoy them, too.
Plus it makes me laugh. Ditching the person you met two days ago to stay with one of the people you met yesterday.
No pressure to share your thoughts, but I would love to read them if you decided you wanted to!! Even if they were similar to previous ones. I love getting asks and reading people's thoughts about the characters and the story. It hypes me up to keep writing <3
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kairithemang0 · 3 months ago
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Little scene I've had in my mind for a bit
For background Curt let Owen live and they find themselves at a bar together after Curt breaks into a Chimera facility. They get to chatting because Owen still can't kill him, and Curt repays him with a drink. It's their first time seeing each other since the staircase scene.
Owen took a sip of his whiskey, his eyes on the glass as he twirled it delicately in his hands, "So," he said quietly, the dim light of the bar illumining Curt's skin as Owen glanced at him, before feeling his heart pound in his chest and looked away, unable to meet the gaze of the person he wanted to stare at for eternity, "How's taking down Chimera going for you?"
Curt laughed softly, "You know how it's going, no need to ask," he downed the rest of his glass, before pushing it away from him, unsure of if he should ask for another yet or not, "Been pissed that I keep dismantling everything you believe in?" He smirked slightly, remembering how to push Owen's buttons. He missed the feeling, the annoyed frowns, the obnoxious groans, the unnecessary fights. He missed them.
Owen scoffed, watching Curt grab his glass from his hands and down it, "Absolutely fucking miserable," he grumbled to himself, "Feel happy that you're ruining my life again?"
Curt placed Owen's now empty glass next to his own, running his finger around the rim of them both in an infinity loop pattern, "Not at all."
"You did grow a heart," Owen grew a smile, looking towards Curt and letting his face rest on his knuckles, his eyes partially closed, "You look exhausted."
"I feel exhausted."
"You've lost weight."
"Been drinking more."
"Ahh," Owen nodded, taking his glass back from Curt, "In that case, no more whiskey for you tonight."
"You don't get to tell me what to do," Curt muttered to himself, hearing Owen click his tongue, knowing that Curt wasn't going to get another drink because he said that.
"You always loved it when I would tell you what to do," Owen spoke softly, leaning back on his bar stool and putting a hand behind his head.
"I'm miserable, Owen," Curt put his head down on the counter of the bar, Owen's face turning to look at him again, "Being a spy, it's not the same anymore."
Owen laughed, "I would've thought your 4-year grieving period would've helped you regain your love, guess I was wrong," Owen watched as the bartender took their empty glasses, before reaching the hand that was once on his head out to touch Curt's back, "You know what we have in common, Mega?"
Curt turned to him, his head still on the bar counter, remembering the feeling of Owen's hands through the fabric. Owen was wearing Curt's old jacket, the one he gave him back, "What?"
"You ruined both of our lives, you seem to be good at that."
Curt pushed Owen's hand off his body, glaring at him, the minimal comfort erased, "I didn't mean to let you fall that night. I didn't- I couldn't-" he let out a long sigh and rubbed his eyes, "I couldn't do anything to stop it."
Owen looked at him, dumbfounded, "Well let's see, you could've not put the banana down, you could've set the timer for 4 minutes, you could've come back at all and even tried! But no, you left me there to die. I would've expected you to do it to any of your other partners, we both know you're good at killing people even when you don't mean to, but I didn't think you could ever kill me."
"I couldn't kill you, Owen! I- I would've shot you in the head 2 years ago if I could kill you!" Curt slammed his hands on the counter of the bar, "I know I ruined your life, I know I ruined my life, but I'm trying to fix it. I'm trying to get back on my feet and stop the bad people in the world because that was our job. Chimera, they're the bad people now. And you're working for them, which means you're in my way. But I can't kill you because-" Curt closed his mouth, closing his eyes next and releasing his breath.
"Because?" Owen spoke after a moment, almost glad Curt didn't finish his sentence, but still wanted to prod, wanted to know what he had to say.
"Because I still love you," Curt grabbed a bit of his hair and exhaled, "Even after you tortured me and tried to kill me and made me feel like garbage, I still love you."
Owen felt his mouth open slightly, lips slightly parted, his body beginning to shake at Curt's words, "You're insane, Mega." He got up off the bar stool, turning away from Curt and putting his hands in the familiar leather pockets and walked towards the exit of the bar, "You never loved me, you don't leave the people you love to die in an exploding building."
Sorry didn't know how to end it i love putting my drabbles here
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