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how to disappear. (opla!zoro x fem!reader)

synopsis: joining luffy’s crew made you believe that you’d finally escaped your former pirate crew and nightmare of a captain for good. that is, until a certain butler starts looking a little too familiar. good thing zoro’s keeping a close eye on you.

warnings: opla spoilers (ep 3), some direct dialogue from opla, mentions of verbal/physical abuse, kuro is just a weirdo tbh, reader is called a bitch, protective zoro, for the sake of the story sham and buchie joined the black cat pirates after reader left

word count: 4.7k

“this guy is full of shit.”

you knock your shoulder into zoro’s wider one. “be nice. and so what if he is?”

zoro gives you a pointed glare. “then we should turn around and look for someone who can actually help us find a ship.”

“all business, as per usual,” you reply, with a purposefully dramatic sigh. “why can’t you have a little fun?”

“what about this is supposed to be fun?” zoro spits out the word like it’s poisonous. “this is the blandest village i’ve ever seen.”

you scoff. “now you’re the one that’s full of shit. nothing’s ever bland with us and you know it.”

the us in question was your newly formed pirate crew… if you and luffy could even be considered that. having left the ship you’d been on a few years ago, you were in search of a new crew. luffy was persistent and charming — when you’d crossed paths in shells town, it took little to no time for him to convince you to join his hunt for the one piece. zoro and nami, on the other hand, had yet to follow in your footsteps.

“well, considering that we’ve only been traveling together for a day and a half and i’ve already escaped a marine base, defeated a marine captain, and fought a clown with devil fruit powers… i’d actually have to agree.”

you can’t help but giggle at his sarcastic delivery. “be grateful, zoro. not many pirate crews are this fun to be on, trust me. oh wait, that’s right, you still haven’t officially joined—”

“tell me about your old pirate crew,” interjects zoro, your comment having piqued his interest.

you notice that the playful atmosphere dissipates. “god, where do i even start?”

zoro answers that for you. “why did you leave?”

“starting with the hard hitting questions, huh?” you joke, mostly to stall. you clear your throat before you answer. “well, it was different. nothing like what luffy has going on. he actually cares about his crew… and even those who aren’t technically on it.”

at that, a smile tugs at the corner of zoro’s lips. even you crack a small grin. although as you continue speaking, it fades.

“on my old crew, we were dispensable. anytime something went wrong, our own captain would threaten to kill us. it was… scary, to be completely honest. there were so many times when i thought i’d die with that filthy crew. and i never wanted that. so as soon as we docked at shells town, i left.”

zoro’s jaw clenches as imagines the things you’d seen and been subjected to. “this old captain of yours sounds like a real—”

“he was a nightmare,” you tell him. “he didn’t care that i was the only woman on board, he treated me just as horribly, if not worse.”

zoro stops so suddenly that it takes you a second to realize he’s not walking alongside you.

“what do you mean by that.” the way zoro phrases the inquiry doesn’t even make it sound like a question. more like a demand. his narrowed eyes are fixed solely on you. holding his gaze feels… intense.

you can’t help but glance away as you answer him. “he was just a bit of a creep.”

before zoro has the chance to try and extract more information out of you, a familiar voice calls both your names. you’re not really sure when you and zoro had fallen behind but from where you currently stand, the rest of your group looks miniature. or perhaps it’s just the massive size of the mansion behind them that makes luffy, nami, and usopp look pocket-sized in comparison.

“why’d you stop walking?!” your captain shouts, hands pressed on each side of his mouth to amplify his voice. “get over here, we’re about to go in through the top secret entrance!”

you vaguely make out usopp gesturing for luffy to keep his voice down. you’re sure that would warrant another comment from zoro about his reliability but he’s too busy staring at you with that expectant look in his eyes.

“we better catch up,” you tell him, heading in the direction of the deluxe home.

he allows you to dodge the subject and sighs, walking in long strides to catch up to you.

“i’ve never seen a house this big before,” luffy admits, admiring the mansion along with the wellkept greenery surrounding it.

“awesome, right?” usopp gloats, walking around like he owned the place. “kaya’s given me an open invitation to drop by anytime i want.”

“wow.” you’re not sure if luffy was just going along with usopp’s act or if he really believed him. knowing the devil fruit user, it was more than likely the latter. “all this for just one person?”

“well, she lives here with her butler and a few other staff,” usopp replies, leaning against the stone well that sat in the middle of the lawn.

“money really shows you who people truly are,” nami mutters, eyes scanning the property. “most people only care about themselves and what’s theirs.”

zoro is quick to throw the insult back at her. “sounds like someone i know.”

you roll your eyes at his comment, though you make no effort to disagree with him. nami was a little on the materialistic side.

“and a small staff makes for easy pickings,” she continues, proving your point.

“we just got here and you’re already planning on robbing the place blind?” you ask though you already know the answer.

“at least a little blurry,” she smirks, following behind luffy and usopp who walk toward the entrance.

you and zoro share a look. one that says disappointed but not surprised.

going under a shrub shaped as an arch, you’re met with a beautiful pond. you admire the pink lilies that float at the top and the bushes that were intricately trimmed into the shape of various animals. even if the people that lived here were filthy rich, at least they had good decorative taste.

“so if you have an invitation, why are we going around the back way?” luffy ponders.

usopp’s answer is nonchalant. “oh, i never use the front entrance. like i said, this is the vip entrance reserved for special guests.”

zoro scoffs. “this guy’s definitely–”

“don’t start,” you groan, cutting him off.

abruptly, usopp freezes and spins around, attempting to usher your crew back. “you know what, there’s actually a more exclusive entrance this way–”

the sharp swoosh of a knife cutting through the air and burying itself in the ground between usopp’s feet cuts him off. from the direction the kitchen utensil was thrown stands a heavyset gentleman with his face wrinkled in anger. his demanding voice booms through the garden, “the hell are you doing here, usopp?”

the dark-skinned boy fumbles over his word. “buchi, buddy, uh, kaya’s expecting me.”

“another one of your lies,” the man – seemingly named buchi – seethes, grabbing him by the collar. “you ain’t welcome here and you know it.”

“i know nothing of the sort,” usopp retorts, keeping his cool even when he was practically being lifted off the ground by his shirt. “i’m here to give kaya an extra special gift.”

before buchi can get another word out, a feminine voice calls out for your companion. coming down the steps is a frail looking girl in a pink dress. on her arm is a man dressed in a crisp suit, presumably the butler usopp had mentioned earlier. though, from where you stand you can’t see either of their faces too clearly.

“what a wonderful surprise,” she exclaims, breathlessly.

“kaya!” usopp exclaims, returning her enthusiasm. buchi has no choice but to let him go, begrudgingly. usopp makes sure to shoot him a smug look before walking towards the young girl. “happy birthday.”

the butler clears his throat, not afraid to intrude on their special moment. “usopp, we’ve discussed this before. you mustn’t show up unannounced.”

“nonsense, klahadore.” kaya smiles warmly. “have you come to tell me another story? i do love hearing about your adventures.”

“i’ll do you one better,” usopp smirks with such confidence that even you’re left wondering what kind of surprise he has up his sleeve. “i brought some of my crew!” he gestures back towards the four of you, proudly.

your excitement vanishes. “oh. the surprise is… us.”

“well, that’s boring,” luffy agrees, just as disappointed as you are.

kaya, on the other hand, is none the wiser. “it’s so nice to meet you. you must all stay for dinner.”

klahadore lowers his voice. “miss kaya, it is a bit last minute. i’m afraid the kitchen hasn’t prepared for any extra guests.”

“please,” begs kaya, softly. “it’s my birthday. can’t be too much trouble can it?”

giving in, klahadore purses his lips. “anything for you, miss kaya.”

luffy claps his hands together. “alright! when do we eat?”

“you don’t. not dressed like that, at least.” the butler directs himself to a staff member with teal colored hair. “sham, kindly show usopp and his friends to the guest suites. you will bathe and change before dinner.”

she follows his orders and leads the way. luffy, usopp, nami, and zoro trail behind her and you go to do the same. however, all it takes is a quick glance to stop you dead in your tracks. usually, you weren’t one to stare but klahadore’s face. that stare. so dark and depraved.

“yes, miss?” he asks, holding your gaze. “can i help you?”

“n-no, i…” your throat goes dry as you attempt to recover smoothly. “i just wanted to, um, thank you for being so hospitable.”

his lips curve upwards into a sinister grin. “the pleasure’s all mine.” as if to confirm your worst fear, klahadore uses his palm to readjust his glasses. his beady eyes gauge your reaction closely.

the familiar gesture sends chills down your spine. appearance-wise, he had changed drastically but his aura was still just as menacing as you remember it. he was still the corrupt pirate captain you used to serve under. you feel like a weak and helpless subordinate all over again.

“klahadore!” giggles kaya. “you’re smiling! that’s certainly a rarity.”

he hums. “i’ve simply come to the realization that having guests once in a while can truly be a delight.”

his sickeningly sweet tone makes your stomach turn. just the fact that you were standing in front of him – captain kuro – again after all these years was nauseating in itself. last you’d heard he had died at the hands of captain morgan. how was this even possible? then again, he wasn’t dubbed kuro of a hundred plans for no reason. he always had a trick or two up his sleeve. you assumed this was no different.

“hey, you comin’?”

you turn around to see zoro waiting for you. he meets your gaze for a moment. the softness of his eyes is a stark contrast to kuro’s. it’s a breath of fresh air. he then shifts his attention to your former captain and you swear his eyes darken.

“yeah, sorry,” you mumble, trying not to look shaken as you walk up the steps.

zoro follows behind you, this time closer than before.

“why would anybody even need this many clothes?”

“it’s not about need with these people, luffy. it’s about want,” nami spits, thumbing through the various fabrics on the wall.

“at least she’s rich and nice,” luffy replies, innocently.

nami rolls her eyes. “yeah, letting us stay for dinner must be her idea of charity work.”

“what are we even supposed to wear?” luffy continues, uninterested in nami’s criticism of the rich.

“anything you want. when are you ever going to get the opportunity to wear things this nice?”

you step out from behind the changing board where you’d swapped out your old tee and cargo skirt for an elegant satin dress. it was a stunning shade of olive green and frilly lace decorated the edges. not to mention, it hugged your curves in all the right ways.

nami’s eyes widen. “see, she’s got the right idea. you look amazing.”

you smile, bashfully. “honestly, i feel amazing.”

“you look the same to me,” your captain shrugs.

nami shoots him a death glare but you intervene before she can scold him.

“way to keep me humble, luffy.”

“no problem!”

at that exact moment, a freshly showered zoro arrives donning a silk robe. he eyes the multitude of garments that cover every inch of the room, not particularly impressed.

“there you are. don’t you think she looks nice?” nami asks him, gesturing towards you. she doesn’t notice how you shrink under zoro’s gaze. neither does he, as his eyes take their time raking over you, from top to bottom.

he hums. “suits you.” with that, he sets off towards a chair in the corner of the room.

“seriously?” sighs nami, exasperated. “are you two physically unable to give compliments or something?”

“hey, doesn’t that butler seem familiar to you guys?” zoro asks, promptly ignoring nami’s complaint.

his question causes your breath to hitch. you’d pushed the kuro problem to the back of your mind while you were in search of a suitable dinner outfit. you figured that as long as your crew was by your side, he wouldn’t dare try anything. and even if he did… well, you’d seen what had happened to axe-hand morgan and buggy.

“yeah, i think he was at the last dinner party i attended,” nami replies sarcastically, taking a handful of dresses behind the changing board.

as he takes a seat, zoro grumbles, “i swear i’ve seen him before.”

“where?” you can’t help but ask, fiddling with the lace on the neckline of your dress.

“so far, i’ve got two suspicions. a wanted poster or funky bar on mirrorball island. you ever been?”

you know zoro’s teasing you, judging by the grin on his face. after all, funky bar was known to get insanely rowdy; never would he imagine finding someone as gentle as you there. but what he didn’t know is that it happened to be one of kuro’s favorite bars. per his request, you and the rest of the black cat pirates frequented it often, so he was more than likely right about having seen kuro there. he’d probably even seen you in passing, once or twice. thankfully, he doesn’t seem to have any recollection of that.

the thought of zoro knowing about your past forms a knot in the pit of your stomach. would he think less of you for having joined such a ruthless crew at one point in your life? what if it put a strain on the friendship you’d worked so hard to form?

“i’ve, uh, heard of it,” you decide to reply, pushing down your worries for the time being.

he tilts his head slightly, thinking out loud. “then again, i have seen a lot of wanted posters and bars in my time as a pirate hunter.”

you feel a grin creep onto your face. “probably more bars than posters, huh?”

zoro mirrors your smile. “shut up.”

by the time dinner rolls around, the entire crew is doing what they do best.

luffy is stuffing his face, nami is attempting to swindle one of the staff, zoro is hanging by the drinks, and you’re hanging by zoro.

“hey zoro, you gotta try this!” luffy calls through a mouthful of food.

“i’ve got all i need right here,” he mutters, taking a swig out of his champagne flute.

“you know, i don’t think i’ve ever seen you choke down something that isn’t alcohol,” you comment, watching the way he downs the glass in one go.

dryly, he replies, “that’s because i haven’t.”

“very on brand.”

“ladies and gentlemen,” calls out that voice from the top of the stairs. “may i present… miss kaya.”

arm in arm, kuro and kaya walk down the steps, all eyes on the birthday girl and her stunning gown. well, except you. your eyes never leave the so-called butler by her side. your jaw clenches when he has the audacity to meet your gaze and hold it. shameless bastard.

once they reach the bottom, merry leads kaya to the guests while kuro takes his post at the bottom of the stairs… right next to the drink table. before you can think about steering yourself and zoro away, kuro speaks.

“forgive me if i am speaking out of line, madam, but i must inform you. you look positively radiant,” he purrs, soaking in your appearance. he looks ready to pounce.

you can’t stop your eyes from rolling. good to know he’s the same pervert he used to be.

looking between you both and sensing your discomfort, zoro steps in. “and you look familiar.”

kuro’s head stiffly turns to face him, eyes peeling away from you. “highly doubtful, sir.”

“funky bar? mirror ball island?”

“funky bar?” kuro repeats, disgusted. “well, i can assure you i’ve never patronized that type of establishment.”

while it was amusing to see your highly esteemed former captain lie through his teeth, the tension between him and zoro was unbearable.

“well then.” zoro continues with his little interrogation. “ever been on a wanted poster?”

you cringe at his bluntness. sometimes it seemed like he had less of a filter than luffy.

kuro puts on a scandalized face at the question. “sir! such an accusation is highly offensive.” tugging on his collar, he goes to remove himself from zoro’s probing. “now, if you’ll excuse me, i’m going to help prepare the dinner table.”

he leaves, en route to the dining room. zoro’s eyes follow his figure until he disappears, squinting as he racks his brain for any further recollection of this suspicious butler.

you sigh. if zoro was going to continue being so relentless, you were sure the night would end in bloodshed and uncovered secrets.

“keep this coming,” zoro demands, handing the empty wine bottle to sham. she takes it with a glare.

“would it kill you to say please?” you ask, slicing the slab of fish on your plate into smaller pieces.

“the service here is shitty. why should i have to be polite?”

you scowl. “remind me to never have dinner with you again.”

zoro turns to you with that cocky grin of his. “what if i asked nicely?”

his quip makes your heart flutter but you manage to keep your composure. “you can try your luck.”

before he can respond, usopp speaks up. “luffy, isn’t there something that you wanted to talk to kaya about?”

luffy gesticulates enthusiastically with his fork. “oh, yes! usopp told me that you own the whole shipyard.”

“well, actually, my parents founded the shipyard and merry’s been running the business since they… passed. but all that’s about to change. tonight, at midnight, i will become the sole owner.” she smiles somberly.

“well, that’s great,” luffy says, raising his drink at her. “because we want to buy a ship from you.”

“ah, i see. usopp mentioned that you’re sailors.”

“nope, not sailors. we’re pirates!”

you’re certain at least three people at the table choke on their food, yourself included.

“this ought to be good,” zoro mumbles behind his glass.

you’re too busy coughing into your napkin to chastise him for finding this entertaining.

“pirates?” kaya repeats, unsure of how to react.

“yup! we haven’t sailed together for very long but we’ve already defeated an evil clown, raided a marine base, and taken down a captain with an axe! for a hand!” luffy holds up a fist, presumably to impersonate axe-hand morgan.

“sounds a lot like your adventures, usopp,” kaya says, turning to the brunette.

all he can do is laugh dryly. “yeah, that’s… that’s crazy.”

“and we’re just getting started!” luffy continues, climbing up onto the table.

“someone put me out of my misery,” you mumble, looking down at your plate to ignore the secondhand embarrassment.

a tap on your shoulder answers your plea.

turning around, you find yourself face to face with kuro once again. “madam, a word please?”

“might i ask what for?” zoro cuts in before you can so much as think of a response.

kuro offers him the most forced grin you’ve ever had the displeasure of seeing. “i’m afraid that is between the lady and i.”

the swordsman turns to you, scanning your face for any ounce of discomfort. “you okay with that?”

you inhale, figuring it was finally time for you to confront the darkest part of your past. it was silly to assume you would be able to ignore him throughout your entire stay here. besides, you were sure zoro, just like the rest of your crew, would be on standby if kuro got brave enough to try anything. “sure. just… keep an eye out.”

zoro understands completely. truthfully, you didn’t even need to ask – he always looked after you. “got it.”

you push yourself out of your seat and smooth out your dress. you allow kuro to lead you to the doorway – he was smart enough to know that was the farthest you’d let him take you.

“what do you want, klahadore?” you seethe, folding your arms.

he arches a brow. “why must you call me that? it’s ridiculous.”

you tilt your head with faux innocence. “oh? is that not your name? must have misheard.”

he gives you an irritated look, dark eyes drilling into you.

“i remember that look,” you mutter, your memory serving you well. “it’s the same one you’d give me before you’d threaten to slice me to bits with your claws.”

kuro has the audacity to chuckle dryly. “but i never did, did i? although there were certainly times times where i should’ve.”

“what you should be is dead,” you hiss bitterly. “when i heard the news, i knew it was too good to be true.”

“you wound me, kitten,” he drawls, reaching up to fix his glasses.

the condescending nickname makes your skin crawl. it carried so many awful memories of your time spent with the black cat pirates. it reminded you of just how weak kuro viewed you — nothing but a helpless, pitiful kitten in his eyes. typical of the man that abused his authority and treated you with not a single ounce of respect.

he continues, putting on a sweet tone. “after all these years, stuck waiting hand and foot on that spoiled brat, there’s nothing i’d love more than to hear my favorite crew mate say my real name.”

you snap at him. “i’m no crew mate of yours.”

he sighs, dramatically. “sadly, you’re correct. after all, you did slip off the ship the moment we docked in shells town. locating you on an island crawling with marines proved to be nearly impossible. we had no choice but to leave without you.”

“that’s exactly why i chose to escape there.”

“and to this day i can’t for the life of me figure out why you would ever do that. why would you want to leave us? leave me?”

you actually laugh right in his face. “is it really that hard to figure out? you were evil. you threatened and harassed me on a daily basis.”

“so your solution was to join that ragtag crew?” he glances at the table. “it’s pathetic, even for you.”

you lean into his face, lowering your voice down. “i’m happier than i ever was on your shitty crew. every day i wake up grateful that i managed to escape you.”

you see that vein on his forehead bulge before he’s gripping you by the chin. “listen here, you little bitch–”

the shiny silver of a sword slides between you and kuro, coming to rest against his neck. his adam’s apple bobs as he gulps anxiously, releasing you. thanks to zoro’s sword, it seemed as if he finally remembered where he was. you were no longer on his ship, he was no longer allowed to treat you like the dirt he walked on. not without someone noticing, that is.

“why don’t you step away?” zoro offers simply.

that much was a kindness. usually those who found themselves on the end of zoro’s blade(s) weren’t lucky enough to receive a warning. however, the swordsman didn’t wish to cause a scene. at least not when you were right there and everyone was watching with shock from the dinner table.

kuro obliges, stumbling back. he meets kaya’s horrified eyes, feeling ashamed that he allowed his act to slip. surely this would cause some setbacks in his plan. with no excuse for his uncharacteristic behavior, the raven haired man scurries away and up the stairs.

zoro turns and locks eyes with luffy, giving him one singular nod. luffy returns it, jumping out of his seat and going after the butler. quiet murmuring breaks out at the dinner table, everyone surely confused.

sheathing his sword, zoro directs his attention to you once more. “are you alright?” a calloused hand comes up to grip your chin, much like kuro had. however, this time, the touch is gentle. loving, almost. you welcome it.

“yeah, i’m… fine.” your heart is beating out of your chest and it has everything to do with your close proximity to zoro.

he tilts your face around, inspecting every inch of it. once he finishes, he pulls back. his demeanor goes serious once more. “we need to have a talk.”

you nod. “i know. i’ve been keeping some things from you guys and–”

“just tell me what’s been going on,” he demands. “and don’t overcomplicate it. you can be straightforward with me.”

his sincerity makes you start over, this time far more candidly. “klahadore used to be a pirate. i was part of his crew. he was my… captain.”

the shame in your voice pulls at zoro’s heartstrings. didn’t you know there was no reason to feel guilty with him? “is that it?”

you open your mouth to speak but come up empty. all you can do is furrow your eyebrows at his unexpectedly dismissive reaction.

“i knew it,” zoro continues, annoyed. “i knew i’d seen him on a wanted poster before. just didn’t have any proof.”

“wait, so you don’t– you really don’t care?” you ask, still avoiding eye contact. “me being a former black cat pirate doesn’t bother you?”

he shrugs. “you said it yourself. ‘former.’ all that matters is that you got the hell out of there. and away from that creep. would he always put his hands on you like that?”

you blink a couple times, sighing. “his temper was really bad so–”

that seemed to be enough for zoro. “i’ll kill the bastard,” he hisses. “wanted to slice him to bits the moment i saw him grab you.”

though it’s a violent threat, you can’t help but smile. the idea of zoro being so protective that he’d kill a man just for touching you made you blush. pirate love language, you suppose.

“well, i wouldn’t have stopped you,” you tell him, more than ready to see your former captain go.

zoro clicks his tongue. “nah. could’ve stained your new dress with his blood. i never would have been able to forgive myself.”

“so you do have a soft spot,” you tease.

“only for pretty things.”

“do you mean me or the dress?”

now it’s zoro’s turn to become bashful. though, his lack of response is an answer in itself. you can’t help but giggle.

a loud bang from upstairs interrupts your moment with the green-haired man. you assume luffy had gotten his hands on kuro… or vice versa. zoro must be thinking the same thing judging by the way he instinctively rests a hand on the handle of his blade.

“you should go up there,” you tell him. “i’ll stay with kaya.”

he gives you a nod, though he doesn’t make any effort to leave. he stands there like he wants to say something… or do something. before you can think about it too much, you pull him in by the collar and crash your lips onto his. they’re slightly chapped and taste like the wine that’d come from the cellar – it’s pleasant. his large palms come to rest on your lower back; his hold feels tight and secure.

when you finally allow yourself to pull away, you’re biting back a smile. “kick his ass for me.”

“will i get more of that if i do?” asks zoro, wetting his lips. they now taste like the cherry lip gloss you’d borrowed from kaya. he takes a step forward, attempting to close the gap between you two once more.

you shrug, pushing him away by the chest. “go help luffy and we’ll see.”

you both know that means yes.

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Textual Encounter

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader, modern AU

Summary: Text fic. Wrong number meet-cute over text.

Warnings: none... this is fluff and humour.

Word Count: 1.4k

Summary: Fic request fill for Anon (HERE). I kept it fun and fluffy, but yeah, I can see a sequel where they sext. Thanks to @colettebronte for the read-through. Enjoy! <3

Y/N: Hey Liz, it’s y/n y/l/n. Kindle Spa gave me your mobile. Said you had moved to another salon. I don’t trust anyone else to wax me tbh. Big date this week, kwim 😉 Can I get an appt? I’ll come to you. Doesn’t matter where.

BB: Errr, I think you have the wrong number…

Y/N: Not Liz?

BB: Nope, Ben here.

Y/N: Not a waxer, I presume?

BB: I may have waxed lyrical in my time, may even have lit a few candles. Have not waxed anyone no - my own body or anyone else’s. Yet. But I’m game to try anything once...

Y/N: Lol.

BB: Big date, eh?

Y/N: ….Yeah. Not that it's any of your business, stranger Ben.

BB: Fair. BB: Does it hurt?

Y/N: ??

BB: Getting waxed.

Y/N: Oh. Yeah. Like a motherfucker. But you sorta get used to it, tbh. And it’s so much less itchy than shaving regrowth, especially in sensitive areas… Wait, why am I having this convo with a complete stranger?!

BB: We don’t have to be strangers. BB: I’m Ben, 33, London. BB: I have no strong opinions on hair removal methods.

Y/N: lol. K. I’m y/n, 28, also London. Y/N: I, as you can see, do have some opinions.

BB: Hi y/n 👋 BB: I hope you can find Liz. Or someone else to assist with your hair needs.

Y/N: I would like it stated, for the record, I’m not hairy like a troll. I just like to keep things neat.

BB: The lady doth protest too much…

Y/N: You are cheeky for a stranger.

BB: Hey, I thought we agreed. Not strangers. Me Ben. You hairy troll.

Y/N: BLOCK.

BB: Just typing it doesn't work, you know.

Y/N: You should work at the Apple Genius Bar.

BB: Hmm, possibly. I do look good in blue. Or so I've been told.

Y/N: Always glad to provide career counselling.

BB: 🫡

4 days later.

BB: How’d your date go?

Y/N: That's odd. I don’t see a Genius Bar appt in my calendar…?

BB: iCal is a lying bastard. BB: I also assume you now can move faster through water.

Y/N: ??

BB: Waxed smooth like a dolphin…?

Y/N: 😆 Y/N: Entirely none of your business, but yes, actually. Well mostly. I leave some. Why am I telling you this?! Y/N: The guy was such a dud tho, I didn't get to show it off 🙁

BB: Please don't stop on my account. This is just delightful. BB: I apologise on behalf of all men.

Y/N: For what?

BB: Having 4 sisters, I find the safest answer here is usually… everything, of course. BB: But specifically, your rubbish date.

Y/N: Apology conditionally accepted. Y/N: 4 sisters?!

BB: Only conditional? What do I gots to do to make it unconditional? BB: Yeah, I know… I’ve got 3 brothers too. My parents were really into each other.

Y/N: IDK, serve a mean martini? Y/N: Understatement.

BB: That could be arranged. I took an online mixology course during lockdown. BB: My sister El declared I'm better than Stanley Tucci. Admittedly, that was after 4 espresso martinis… but I'm taking it. She's opinionated but the best one. They are a weird bunch tho 🤔

Y/N: WOAH WOAH WOAH. That's a bold claim.

BB: Well, there’s only one way to dispute it: try one for yourself…

Y/N: Smooth, Genius Bar, smooth.

BB: I do my best 🤷

1 day later.

Y/N: I can't get my AirPods to work.

BB: You do realise I didn’t actually follow your career advice?

Y/N: Urgh. Inconvenient. What use are you then?

BB: As I said. Cocktails. I’ll try my hand at waxing if you want.

Y/N: Best stick to the day job. Which is…?

BB: Graphic design.

Y/N: Oh, that’s quite cool.

BB: It pays the bills. You?

Y/N: MI-5

BB: Wow, you're a shit spy.

Y/N: It could be an excellent double bluff…

BB:

Y/N: Oh, we’ve graduated to memes now, have we, Genius Bar?

BB: It was called for.

Y/N: I’ll take it. Purely cos it's a Hemsworth.

BB: I would too, tbh.

Y/N: Bi?

BB: For a Hemsworth? Always.

Y/N: Anyone else?

BB: I’ll keep you posted.

Y/N: I'm on the edge of my seat.

3 days later.

BB: Oscar Issac.

Y/N: Good non sequitur evening to you, too, Genius Bar Ben.

BB: For the bi thing.

Y/N: Ahh. Got it. I can respect that.

BB: This is me, btw: www.instagram.com/benbridgerdesign. BB: Figured you can decide for yourself if I'm a creeper.

Y/N: Appreciated.

3 minutes later.

Y/N: You paint?

BB: I dabble

Y/N: Modesty will only make me like you more.

BB: You like me?! 🥹

Y/N: You didn't mention you were handsome.

BB: There is no way to respond to that without me sounding like a twat.

BB: But thank you 😊

Y/N: This is me: www.instagram.com/ynhandle

7 minutes later.

BB: Oh, Amalfi is so beautiful, isn't it?

Y/N: Wow. That's a deep cut. How far did you scroll back??

BB: 👀

Y/N: Yeah, it's beautiful. Shame it's tainted for me now. Was there with an ex.

BB: I saw. Very handsome.

Y/N: Are you sure you're not just into men full-stop?

BB: 🤷 BB: You’re very pretty, too.

Y/N: I’d believe it if you didn't mention my “very handsome” ex first…

BB: I call it like I see it. BB: I have had 4 whiskeys, tho, so make of that what you will.

Y/N: On a school night?!

BB: It’s my brother Ant's birthday. This is like non-optional drunk, I’ll have you know.

Y/N: Happy birthday to him.

BB: He says thanks. He’s also told me to get off my fucking phone. Which is rich. He is texting his wife nonstop.

Y/N: Hah! Safe travels through Whiskeytown, BenBridger 🫡

BB: I kinda miss Genius Bar…. 😞

Y/N: I can't win…

2 days later.

BB: Settle an argument for me.

Y/N: 🍿

BB: Col, younger brother, never stops eating... He claims Katz Deli is overrated. I argue it's touristy but still good. You’ve been. Where do you sit on this matter?

Y/N: You really did go thru my Insta, didn't you?? Y/N: Thanks for the follow, BTW.

BB: It's a compliment, I assure you. BB: Welcome. And same.

Y/N: Not complaining. And yeah, I agree with you, actually.

BB: Hah! Excellent!!

Y/N: Wait… your older brother is Ant, and your younger brother is Col? You’re Ben. So, like ABC?

BB: … I already warned you my family was weird.

Y/N: You did. You did.

BB: Now, please excuse me while I go gloat.

Y/N: 👍

5 mins later.

BB: Hi. This is Col. You must be the famous y/n. Ben’s in the bogs, and the mug left his phone on the table unlocked, so this is on him. BB: He like really likes you. Like a lot. Will you go on a date with him pls?

Y/N: Err, ok, hi Col. Y/N: Umm, I think Ben should be the one to ask me that. Don’t you?

BB: He’s too scared you’ll say no.

Y/N: I won't…

BB: EXCELLENT.

2 minutes later.

BB: I am so SO sorry about that 😬 He’s such a shit. BB: But… do you mean it?

Y/N: Ask me properly…

BB: Would you, y/n, like to go on a date with me? Please?

Y/N: I would be delighted to Ben. 😀

BB: 🙏 BB: Are you free on Thursday? Could I take you to dinner?

Y/N: Sounds wonderful.

BB: 7pm? Meet at Picadilly Circus? By Brasserie Zedel?

Y/N: I’ll be there 😀

BB: 😀

10 days later.

BB: I think you should know… Liz is an artiste 😮‍💨

Y/N: Stop texting me from my bed, you dork. 😘 Y/N: How do you take your coffee?

BB: I'm like 10 meters away. Why not just ask me?

Y/N: You started this, Genius Bar…

BB: Come back to bed, Mostly Hairless Troll.

Y/N: I asked for that, didn't I? 🤦

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om boys cumcanons

nsfw

Lucifer

off white, has the thickest consistency of his brothers; it actually can be a bit hard to swallow all at once sometimes because of that, so he practically keens whenever your cheeks are puffed, visibly full of his cum, as you take your time swallowing it all. Tastes a bit bitter from all the coffee he drinks, but it’s not unbearable, and you start to actually like it after a while

Mammon

pearl colored with a golden tint, creamy consistency; you would think it tastes like sugar with the way it looks, but it’s just a distinct Mammon taste (with a tang of sourness from all the hell-sauce), and the texture is perfect for making you greedy to come back for more, which he is all too happy to give

Levi

paper white, but has some transparency to it, with an iridescent shine— it’s thinner than his brothers and a bit runny; he cums a lot so the consistency is good for quickly swallowing it down (and for easy clean up). Tastes like candy— literally. Sometimes leftover beads of it will roll off your tongue when you open to show him and the sight drives him crazy

Satan

milky with a rather normal consistency, though sometimes it’s thicker depending on how pent up he was; it genuinely looks like milk and is very easy to swallow. Tastes rich and almost sweet, like a loaded coffee that gives you the energy to keep going and going until you’ve both had your fill (gives a whole new meaning to the nickname ‘kitten’)

Asmo

pearly with a rose gold tint to it, a bit on the thinner side; he actually likes painting your face/body with it, so it’s pretty to take photos of and not too messy to where it’ll be hard to clean off (and he tastes amazing- like a fruity mixture but not too sweet and not too sour)

Beel

off white and has the second thickest consistency, though his is more of a creamy texture like Mammon’s; he cums the most out of all his brothers so it’ll definitely overflow out of your mouth (not that he minds the sight). Surprisingly, he doesn’t taste that bad, but you can’t really pinpoint the taste- it’s kind of bland, but given what he eats all the time, you’re okay with it

Belphie

milky, normal consistency, and glints under direct light (like stars); loves having you open your mouth with your tongue out and let his cum drip off- very aesthetic, tbh. He’s a mixture between sweet and bland yet it tastes so good, especially in the morning (where you can be caught giving him a wake up call with head on many occasions)

Diavolo

off white and is the third thickest consistency, but he comes so much (more than Beel) that it’s basically impossible to swallow it all down without either taking your time or having it dribble down your chin. Has a hint of sweetness, but it’s mostly bitter in taste, and even more so because of how much is in your mouth at once. Not the most pleasant, but you manage

Barbatos

paper white, bit of a thin consistency, but thick enough to where it’s pleasant as it pools in your mouth when he doesn’t allow you to swallow until he’s finished working; he’s a curious mix of bitter and shockingly sweet, it’s almost confusing on whether you love it or hate it (you love it, come on)

Simeon

pearly white with a pearlescent glimmer, and the consistency is perfect, just the right amount of thick and thin; and- and his taste??? Delicious— a delicacy, if you will. You could sit and swallow his cum down all day if you could (and when you tell him this during one of your cock-drunk spells while licking said cum up? he ascends. absolutely lets you overstimulate him till he’s passing out right then and there)

Solomon

off white, on the thicker consistency side; and I know what you’re thinking- but he actually tastes good- it’s kind of irritating, really (and makes you just want to get on your knees instead when he offers to cook for you. He can’t complain though, not when you’re shoving your cum coated tongue in his mouth and making him agree, though that might just be because your taste was mixed in too)

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library affections - rafe cameron x fem!reader

pairing: rafe cameron x fem!reader

synopsis: there are two things that you love in this world; rafe and books

word count: 0.9k

warnings/tags: none, just fluff with sweet boyfriend!rafe

a/n: hi everyone! i don't think i can ever thank you all enough for your support in all of my works :< tbh i did not expect to gain so much interaction because this blog is still relatively new but here you all are and i appreciate each and every one of you <3 this fic is another fluff boyfriend!rafe fic (is it obvious that i like fluff so much lmao) and i've written this a while ago. i hope you'll like this one! if you have a request or prompt in mind, feel free to send me a message. happy reading!

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Being a regular visitor at the Camerons' estate has familiarized you with every corner of the house. Now, you have memorized every room and decoration, immediately spotting whatever is newly added. The Camerons didn't mind your presence, with your family being a close friend of theirs. Thus, it was no surprise that you ended up dating the one and only son of Ward Cameron.

With his father and stepmother often occupied and his sisters frequently out with friends, you and Rafe usually find yourselves with the house to yourselves, save for the occasional presence of the household staff. Yet, you've never minded.

Today follows a similar pattern. Ward left for a morning meeting, Wheezie went to school, and Sarah departed at noon to join John B's group. Surprisingly, even Rafe isn't home, having agreed to a golf outing with Topper and Kelce. Although he initially invited you to join, you declined, preferring to avoid the "boy talk" and the scorching sun. Thus, you find yourself waiting for Rafe in the living room, idly scrolling through your phone.

It's been around two in the afternoon when you got bored, sighing and deciding to stand up to walk around the house. Your feet already know where you're going when you face the familiar entrance to the Camerons' Library.

This room is your most loved spot in the whole estate, apart from Rafe's room. The vast shelves of bright book covers from different times always amaze you. If you could, you'd live in this room. Rafe has found you exploring this library countless times; even his sisters know it's the first place to check when you're not around the house.

Quickly scanning the shelves for a book, you settled upon a fantasy fiction novel, clutching the book as you made your way to a couch by the window. The first few chapters had you hooked immediately, eyes rapidly passing through every word as you moved chapter by chapter. The book was so good that it blanked your other senses, making you jump when you suddenly heard Rafe's voice.

"I knew you'd be here." He smirked, still in his golfing outfit, as he stood over you.

"Hi, Rafe." You smiled up at him, putting the book down on your lap. "How's golfing?"

Rafe plopped beside you, stretching his legs and putting an arm around your shoulder. "It was good. I got bored with Top's whining about his break-up with Sarah, so I left."

You chuckled when you saw his eyes roll, a dramatic sigh escaping his lips. "They were together for a long time. You can't blame him."

"I guess." He shrugged before flashing you a flirty grin. "But I also want to spend time with my girl."

You snorted. "Yeah, okay."

"What? I do! I feel guilty about leaving you here alone." He defended.

"I don't mind, Rafe." You spoke.

"Hm. I bet you don't. But still."

You raised your brows, silently urging him to explain what he meant.

"I just mean that you were too distracted by that book, baby. I could've been an intruder, but you wouldn't even know. What is that about anyway?"

Your eyes lit up at his question; you've always loved speaking about the books you've read. And Rafe loved hearing you talk, even if he's mostly confused.

"I just started reading it, so I don't really know what it's about yet, but there's this girl, and she has electricity powers!" You started excitedly.

Rafe listened intently. He couldn't help but feel affection for you, marveling at how your eyes sparkled with passion for the story. Despite the chaotic world outside, at this moment, it was just the two of you, surrounded by the tranquility of the library.

As you continued to talk, Rafe's mind wandered, reflecting on how much you meant to him. You were the one person who could effortlessly penetrate his tough exterior, revealing the softer, more vulnerable side of him that he often kept hidden from the world. He felt at ease with you, free to be himself without fear of judgment or ridicule.

Lost in his thoughts, Rafe reached out, gently tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. You paused mid-sentence, startled by the sudden touch, before leaning into his hand, relishing the warmth of his touch.

"Hey, what's wrong?" you asked, concern lacing your voice as you noticed the distant look in his eyes.

Rafe shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips. "Nothing, I'm just... happy. Happy to be here with you."

A soft blush colored your cheeks as you met his gaze, feeling the warmth spread through your chest. At that moment, surrounded by the scent of old books and the soft glow of sunlight filtering through the window, you couldn't imagine being anywhere else.

Leaning in, Rafe pressed a tender kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering for a moment before pulling away. "I love you," he whispered, his voice barely above a whisper but filled with sincerity.

"I love you too," you replied, your heart swelling with emotion as you returned his affectionate gaze.

With a contented sigh, Rafe settled back against the couch, pulling you closer until you were nestled against his side. Together, you sat in comfortable silence, basking in the simple pleasure of each other's company.

At that moment, surrounded by the familiar comforts of the library, you knew that no matter what the future held, as long as you had each other, everything would be okay.

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Fractured Desires

ꕥ Pairings: Suguru Geto x Satoru Gojo x Fem Reader (Mostly Satoru Gojo x Reader)- It's a mess tbh lol- This chap also has Choso x reader (past)

ꕥ Warnings-MDNI-explicit sexual content, threesomes/ foursomes/ complicated shit, infidelity. Abusive gaslighting Suguru. Yandere Gojo behavior. In this chapter- Rough sex, obsessed behavior, heavy angst, most of this chap is angst, a fucked up, messy chapter. Cunnilingus (past relationship with choso)

CW: Attempted SA against MC at the end- HEAVY CHAP ooc for Suguru (He's awful)

ꕥ Word Count this chap- 12k

ꕥ Summary- You meet Suguru Geto at your work, he is charming, gorgeous, and has a poly lifestyle. You jump in, and you all share women and have way too much fun. But then it's starting to get serious between you, official even. He can't wait to have you meet his best friend. But... Satoru Gojo hates you. The minute you meet. He gives you no reason, but he's nasty to you, no matter what you try. Suguru finally has enough of Satoru being so mean and brings up the idea - 'let's have you two fuck this frustration out'

Satoru hates you because deep down wants to make you his. He doesn't understand how Suguru could ever want anyone but you. Though it's a bad idea, he agrees to share you with Suguru for a chance at you and... The moment he touches you... Rules are bent and broken, Suguru develops feelings for another girl, and Satoru gets further obsessed with you. Nothing is as it seemed. Will everyone get hurt?

Chapter 4 - Masterlist

Chapter 5

Suguru’s fists clench and unclench as you watch in horror, as Satoru says the one thing you know will push Suguru over the edge.

“You what!?” Suguru demands, snatching Satoru up by throat then, and Satoru smirks even as Suguru’s fist smashes into his pretty face.

“Suguru, stop!” You shout, running up then, trying to yank your huge ex boyfriend off your- what was Satoru!?- your… yeah. Satoru.

“It’s fine, baby, let him have his fun.” Satoru’s words are so easy going, as if his nose wasn’t dripping blood. Suguru scowls back at you over a shoulder, as you’re trying to pry stupidly strong muscles off Satoru’s body.

“Suguru, I came here. He didn’t drag me. It’s on me, be mad at me.” He scowls even deeper, as Satoru is grinning, like he’s fucking won.

“You let him cum in you?” He demands, and you feel ashamed, but only for a moment.

“You cum in Shoko?” Satoru asks, laughing when Suguru turns his attention down to him. “That’s all this is, you’re so mad I fucked her back in college. Can you get the fuck over it?”

“You knew how I felt.” He punches Satoru again, and you start to realize how far beyond you this was.

“So ya had to hit on her when I told you I saw her… ow fuck… at the damn bar huh?” Satoru flips his position now, holding Suguru in a headlock, and you blink in confusion at the words.

“You said she was hot as fuck, that meant I couldn’t hit on her?” Suguru’s words are strangled, Satoru is choking the ever living shit out of him, as you watch in a mix of horror and confusion.

“Who?” You ask, and Satoru’s bright blue eyes drink you in, as Suguru struggles in his hold.

“I saw you first.” He says, then suddenly he’s flipped back over, and Suguru’s over him, and Satoru’s the one in the head lock, struggling, pale skin turning red from how tight Suguru squeezed.

“You saw her, so the fuck what!?”

“When… When did you see me?” You ask softly, Suguru eases up for a moment, chocolate eyes not daring to look at you. Satoru coughs up a bit, now a droplet of blood is dripping down his lips.

“I told him I saw you working, and how gorgeous you were.” Your heart stops then, at his words. How!? How could Satoru have seen you and… “I was too…” He coughs again. “Scared to hit on you. So I told Suguru.”

“I just went to see her, I didn’t intend to have a connection. You act as if you had some fucking claim.” Suguru grunts out, and Satoru smirks over at him, as you try to process both of their words, as the masculinity raised way too high in this damn room, both of them still furious.

“You did it to get me back. You know I never talk about women, when have I fucking ever!?” Your heart is thudding in your chest so hard you think it will just pound right out of it, your throat tightening.

Satoru saw you first?

Suguru came on to you to get to him!?

Were you some fucking game to him?

“You’re so dramatic. I just wanted to see her too. Then I… clearly fucking fell for her.” Suguru says, but Satoru laughs, earning another punch, the sound of his fist connecting is sickening to your ears.

“Nah, you haven’t. You’d have never needed anyone.”

“So monogamy is the only form of love?”

“Didn’t say that, but your shit isn’t even poly, Sugu. It’s just one sided cheating.” Suguru scowls down at Gojo’s honest words, and you tense, expecting another hit, only for him to laugh then, grinning down at Satoru.

“You came in her, huh?” Suguru says, making you flush, wanting to get sucked in a goddamn hole. You hadn’t wanted Sugu to cum in you, and that was awful, wasn’t it? But Satoru?

Yeah you craved it.

“Sure did, Sugu. Her pussy milked it for all too.” Suguru’s red to the tips of his ears, as he holds Satoru down, pinning him to the grown, thighs straddling him. Satoru’s smirk dies soon though.

“That’s nice. But guess who took her virginity?”

The room is silent, like it’s taking a breath, and your heart constricts in your chest, as Satoru’s face drops, as his eyes look at you then, darker blue than you’d ever seen, pupils so dilated, his lips in a stern line. You feel mortified, that Suguru would share this, that Satoru looked so hurt, fuck he’d seen you first!?

“You. What. Now.” Satoru says quietly, and Suguru grins, leaning up, yanking out the pony tail that’s half out of his hair.

“Sure did. She’d not been with a man. She’s twenty four you know, so of course I showed her. You know, her first time? It was really good for her, don’t worry. Took my time with every-”

Satoru punches him so hard Suguru falls right off him, and then Satoru is the one straddling his best friend’s lap, as you continue to watch this fucking train wreck. God you couldn’t look away, as much as you wanted to, not when they were fighinng because of you, not when you could feel Satoru’s pure rage, not when Suguru shared something so personal.

“No way she was a virgin. You’re saying this to-”

“She was. Weren’t you, Princess?” You earn both of their eyes on you, and you gulp, as you feel a mix of embarrassment and disgust at the display.

“I was a virgin.” You murmur softly, and as Suguru chuckles, Satoru rages, punching him so hard you hear a sickening crack. “Satoru, I didn’t… I just wasn’t experienced. Please, stop… both of you. I’m not worth it.”

Your quiet words pause them for a moment, as Suguru takes your form in, slowly, all you’re wearing is Satoru’s shirt, you notice then. Messy, wavy hair with no makeup, Suguru hadn’t even seen you like this. You hadn’t felt comfortable enough not to have on some waterproof mascara, something. You wore lingerie for him. But now? You just look so…

“You took her virginity to get at me? What kind of sick fuck have you become, Suguru? What the fuck!” Satoru’s furious words bring you back to focus, as he punches Suguru right in the ribs, only for Suguru to take the top position again.

“Took her- ah- virginity because she’s hot. Idiot.” Your heart shatters, more than it had before. Suguru never had a fucking feeling for you, did he?

You were an idiot.

“I’ll fucking kill you.” Satoru’s terse statement sends shivers down your spine, and you rush over to them, kneeling and touching Satoru’s arm, bringing his feral blue gaze to yours.

“Satoru, please. Enough.” You whisper, and you seem to break through to him, as he looks back down at Suguru. Both of them are bloody and bruising, panting and out of breath. “Suguru, I’m sorry I came here. It’s on me, though.”

“No, he manipulated you. I know what he does.”

“I never manipulated her, or Shoko, fuck she was just drunk and so was I. We didn’t even like it! Why can’t you let it go!?” His voice is so emotional it crushes you, as you clearly see you were always just a pawn in a game, for Suguru. It makes your skin crawl, as you remember him taking your virginity.

“Are you sure you’re ready, Princess?” He’d asked, so sweet and caring, and you nervously nod, clinging to his shoulders, eyes shooting up to his.

“I can’t do this if you don’t feel something back, Sugu. I’m so sorry if that’s corny, but I am… this is my first time.” Suguru pauses, his lips parting, then he nods, brushing your hair back gently.

“I’ll make it perfect, I promise. How couldn’t I feel something? You’re so beautiful, so sweet. I’ll make it so special.” He cooes at you, and you melt under him, under his handsome face and his gorgeous, lidded eyes. You gasp as his tip slides between your folds, something you’d never felt.

“Suguru…” You whisper, his lips capture yours then, so passionate like nothing you’d ever had, and all those worries are whisked away as he plays with you, as he touches you, as he kisses you. You’re wetter and wetter under his expert touch, as he takes you over.

“I’ll make it perfect.” He says again, then he’s sliding into you, making you gasp.

He did all that, and he didn’t ever care, fuck he did this to upset Satoru Gojo? You were nothing to him. Nothing.

You barely register that tears are pouring down your cheeks until they both are paused, looking at you now, Suguru looks actually resigned for just a moment, and Satoru looks infuriated. His gaze was psychotic, as if he’s on the cusp of doing something insane. All while you’re sobbing in front of them, unwillingly, unsure how to turn the tears off.

“You didn’t feel anything did you? You lied.” You sob out, looking right at Suguru, and Satoru finally lets him up, turning around, running his hands through his silken white hair, as Suguru sits up, holding his stomach, shaking his head.

“I did feel things. I didn’t lie.”

“Feel what, anger at Satoru? I get you didn’t know me, but my virginity was important to me. I really thought you-”

“If it was so important why so quick?” You gasp then, and back away, only for Suguru to clench his jaw, closing his eyes. “I shouldn’t have said that. I just mean, if you waited so long, why-”

“You really made me feel pretty, special. I thought… the way you treated me I thought you felt something.” You speak through tears, and shudder as Satoru punches his own wall, loudly then, not looking back at you.

“I did, Princess. I’m just angry.” Suguru sits up, cupping your face, but you tense, disgusted at the touch suddenly. “I fucked you because I wanted to. Not because of Satoru. I swear, why wouldn’t I? You’re gorgeous.”

“That was it, just my looks! You made it seem…”

“I mean I feel more now. It was too soon. I swear I felt something.” He holds your cheeks, and you shiver, you feel waves of nausea roll over you as you think of how manipulated you had been, as everything you ever thought comes crashing down. You hear Satoru sobbing and it crushes you.

“You did this all as a game. You think I didn’t have feelings, that it wasn’t special to me?” You swipe your tears away, choking on your sobs. “I kept it for something special, and you made me think it was.”

“It was. It was. I swear. You’re letting Satoru-”

“Just go, please. Just go. I can’t take anymore!” You stand up then, sobbing so hard you can barely control it, as the world shatters on you. Even after his cheating with Shoko, you hadn’t believed he started this all as a manipulation.

“Princess-”

“My virginity wasn’t a game! Or revenge!” You shove at him, smacking his hands away as he tries to grab at your shoulders. “It meant something. I can’t just get it back. You took that from me.”

Suguru has the grace to look resigned, his eyes shooting down to his own feet, his brows together, fists that are red clenching at his sides. “I do feel things for you, it wasn’t just pretending.”

“You took it under false pretenses.”

“I… I feel things. I swear I do. I’ll forgive all of this.” He takes your shoulders again, but you jerk away, shaking your head. Suguru glares now. “You think Satoru is honest, loyal? You’re in for disappointment.”

“I just wanted something real. I should have known, it was all too perfect, your words, everything. Like some performance but with my actual life.” You’re shaking from how hard you’re sobbing, Satoru’s hand is gripping the ledge of the fireplace, he won’t even look back, won’t say anything.

“It wasn’t a game. You’re falling for it, for him.” You scowl at his words then, as you look at Satotu’s well muscled back, at how tense he is.

“You should go see Shoko.”

Suguru glares, mouth thinning. “It was just play, she didn’t even feel like…”

“Oh so that’s it! She turned you down. So you’re left with me?”

“No! Fuck you’re frustrating.” He grips you bruisingly then, shoving you against a wall, and Satoru’s on you in a moment, shoving him off, glaring.

“Get out, Sugu. You’re not thinking clearly.” Satoru says, standing in front of you, Suguru’s eyes narrow.

“I’d never hurt a woman. I just…”

“Go. Just go, please.” You whisper, hands on Satoru’s back, and Suguru laughs darkly, giving you chills.

“You had no feelings if you could so easily go be with my best friend. Maybe you’re the one full of-”

“Go home.” Satoru says, cutting him off, and Suguru finally stomps out, slamming the door, soon you hear the rev of his sports car, and you’re shaking against him, clinging to his strong back, tears hot and sticky on his sweaty skin.

It’s silent for a moment, until Satoru turns to you, looking down at your face, and his eyes are furious, an insane blue you haven’t even seen, swollen in places from Suguru’s brutal fists. They’re so bright you have to blink rapidly, as his full lips part, and he’s shaking, his hands on the wall on either side of you.

“He took your virginity!?” You tense, looking down, feeling so fucking confused you can’t even process how you truly feel. You just nod. “It should have been me.”

“I… Satoru, I hadn't met you yet.” You whisper, blinking through a fresh set of tears, as he’s huffing over you. “Why didn’t you say… hi?”

He laughs, without humor, not meeting his beautiful eyes. “Why? Because you were so beautiful I couldn’t think. And yeah, I fuck pretty women. But you’re so goddamn gorgeous I was reduced to being some high school idiot. How could those loser men even get a drink from you!?”

His words eat you alive, your hands slide up his bare chest, his beautiful body, and you watch his abdomen contract from the touch. You struggle to form the correct words, licking your lower lip, sighing. “Satoru, I wish you did.”

It’s silent, as if the entire living room takes a breath it's been holding. You look at his bleeding lip, at his bruising and swollen cheek, and you hate it, you hate that you caused it. You gingerly touch his cheek, making him hiss. “You wish I met you first?”

“Satoru, if you had… I’d have been on my knees.” He gasps, at your stupidly vulnerable words, and you expect him to make fun of them, tease you, but he just stares at you, grip tightening on your waist.

“I’d have been on my knees.” He whispers, then he’s shoving up his shirt you wore, groaning as he slides two fingers in you, stretching you so much you cry out in pain at it. “I should have been the first.”

“Satoru…”

“It should have been me. The first. Me.” He grunts, then suddenly he’s picked you up, and your legs wrap around his hips, he’s kissing you, his blood tasting like iron on your lips,desperately, and your arms wrap around his neck, crying with him. “How were you a virgin!?”

“I never… I wanted it to be special.” You’re sobbing again, and he’s crying too, pretty tears glistening down perfect cheeks.

“I didn’t know, but now!? I’m so fucking…” He growls then, and he’s shoving his cock out of his sweats, blue eyes locked on yours furiously, then his cock is all the way inside you, and you scream out in pain at the stretch. “It should have been me.”

“Satoru… ah fuck, it hurts!” He scowls down at you, sliding out, you hiss a bit, but then he’s deep inside again, all eight plus inches snug in your cunt, hitting your cervix, and damn if you’re not soaking to accommodate.

“It should have been me.” He repeats again, and then he’s cupping your face with one hand, lips hovering, and you gasp for a breath, so full you can’t take it. “I saw you first.”

“Satoru…”

He’s fucking into you now, and your head falls back in pleasure, slamming into the wall, he won’t stop his relentless thrusts, as they bring you higher and higher, until you can’t function. You’re clinging to him tightly, as he kisses you over and over, blood all over your mouth. It should bother you but you don’t even care, you crave more and more of his hard cock, of his brutal, messy kisses.

“I’ll fuck you so good you’ll forget it.” He says, desperate now, and you just whine out, eyes fluttering shut, as he fucks you brutally againt the wall, your cunt is so wet it’s sloppy, you hear it echoing in the room along with the thudding of your back, brusingly against the wall. “Should’ve been… me. Say it.”

“You, you Satoru.” You whimper the words, and he’s groaning, pressing his bloody lips on yours and shoving his cock into your cervix, you’re screaming as an orgasm hits so hard it wrecks you. You can’t even think, your sore little cunt pounded by a furious Satoru Gojo, you can’t form a word, your brain is stupid, stupid.

Satoru’s gripping you so tightly with those big hands, his desperate breaths hot on you, and you’re twitching as you cum, as he’s groaning, white eyelashes fluttering shut at how good you feel. “Say it again. Say it, fucking brat. I need… it…”

“Should have been you.” You say again, then he’s gripping you so tight you can’t breathe, shoving his thick cock deep and brutal, until you’re cumming again. He bites your delicate throat, groaning out against it, and you can do nothing but soak his cock, boneless in his grasp.

“Me, me, me. Mine. Mine. Mine.” He’s whispering like it’s some fucking mantra, as he chases his own release, pumping you so full, white hot ropes of cum burning hot in your little hole. You’re twitching, pulsing around his cock, as it throbs inside of you. “Oh my fucking god. Fuck.”

“F-fuck, Toru I- ah!” You’re cumming just from that hot load, and he captures your lips in his, hungry, feral and desperate. And you fall into him.

You fall for him.

You’re sore, aching, throbbing… you’ve never done this much fucking in the short few months you’ve been sexually active, and fuck if you’ve ever done it so many times in a twenty four hour span. Satoru is pushing inside of you, oversenstiive as you swipe the tears from his pretty face, as his labored breaths are hot against your lips, and your eyes lock.

Should it have been him?

Had some choice been taken away from both of you?

Gojo’s POV

Your gentle fingers brush his tears away, as he’s still nestled inside your tiny little hole, the one he knows he didn’t prep, but you took it anyway, you sucked him right in. He sees the lines between your brows of pain, physical and mental, as his own head throbs with the force of Suguru’s hits. Your beautiful eyes glisten with a fresh set of tears, as streaks run red down your face.

Satoru’s heart is thudding in his chest, with rage, with anguish, with the need and desire for you, for every bit of you. He holds you in his arms still, hands firm on those thighs, feeling your muscles tensing, your legs twitching with aftershocks, he presses his fingers in, gripping even tighter, as your eyes lock.

Satoru should have been your first.

Not just because he wants to claim you, and of course he fucking does, he wants you more than anyone has ever wanted someone. He knows it, this all consuming need, that drives him insane, but now he wishes he was for a different reason. For the anguish in your voice when you learned Suguru hadn’t been in love, or at the very least had feelings.

He heard it in your sobs, as he took something so special from you, something he’d never shared with Satoru. Satoru wouldn’t have been able to handle it. He knew Suguru was still getting back at him, but this was a step too far, and he doesn’t know how to justify his best friend, not when he’s hurt you so much.

Why couldn’t Satoru have just spoken to you!?

“S-Satoru… I’m really- mnh- sore. Can I…” You whimper a bit, and he realizes how badly you must hurt, you’re small down there and he’s fucked the shit out of you, several times in twenty four hours.

But he can’t control himself, he could fuck into you again, he’s already got blood pumping to his cock, as he looks at your gorgeous face, the one that haunts his every dream. Haunts his every waking moment, staring at such perfection and having wished it could be his. And now, here you were, taking him so good, little nails clinging to his bare neck.

“Can’t handle good dick huh?” He says gruffly, he wants to just say how he’s sorry that he’s hurt you, but he still is a goddamn idiot, and terrified of the overwhelming feelings.

You sigh, rolling your eyes. “You clearly know I’m inexperienced now. So no, I can’t handle this much, especially… no prep.” You’re flushed, all over your face, your throat, as you speak, and he sighs.

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t really thinking just then.” He eases out, as you blink in surprise at him, and he helps you down on wobbly legs. “Did I hurt you?”

“Um, a bit but it’s okay. Just more… sore than anything. I still really liked it, I promise.” You reassure him, does he deserve this though? Does he deserve anything about you?

Satoru gently caresses your hair out of the way, tucking it behind your ears, brushing his hands down your face softly. “I was furious. I didn’t know.”

Your eyelashes swoop low over your eyes, casting shadows down your face, and he watches you nervously bite that lower lip. You are trying to slow your breathing, your shaky hands gently holding his wrists. “I guess he was hurt by what you said and wanted to hurt you, too. This is all my fault-”

“No the fuck it’s not.” He speaks through gritted teeth, shoving you against that wall, the one his friend had, but you don’t seem afraid of Satoru, no you look up at him with pure desire. And something more. Something he shouldn’t hope for. “I’m fucking sorry he did that.”

Your tears flow again, and you swipe at them with the back of your hand, narrow shoulders heaving with the labor of holding in your sobs. “It wasn’t your fault, either.”

“Wasn’t it!? Wasn’t it? It’s all because-”

“No! You don’t give him excuses! So what if something happened, it doesn’t give him a right to do all of this. You give him such leeway and tear yourself down.” You’re shoving at him, and your words hit him slowly, as he realizes what he has been excusing, allowing. He gulps, looking down.

“He was right, I have never been a loyal boyfriend.” You watch him with your chest heaving, now your little nose is all red, as you rub it again, before burying your face against his chest.

“I don’t care how you were. And we’re not dating obviously, but I appreciate you being honest about it.”

“You’re too fucking good for me. You know you’re too good for both of us, right?” You shake your head, and he holds you closer, wincing at his sore ribs. Suguru may have cracked one.

“If you were… would you be loyal?”

“Yes.” He says without hesitation. “If you were mine I would never look at anyone ever again. I already have trouble seeing anyone but you.” His vulnerable words make you gasp, as you look up at him longingly. “Hate you so much, it takes so much effort you know.”

You giggle then, and he just glares, but inwardly he loves that laugh, he loves your cute little smile, the way your nose scrunches, the way your eyes crinkle just a bit at the corners. Fuck, it lights up your beautiful face, and he should tell you that, but he can’t… he is so afraid… he hates himself. He hates you. He hates what you’re making him feel.

After so long of feeling nothing, you make him feel despair, anger, longing, desire, at times joy, and most importantly…

Love.

Is that what this gnawing, clawing feeling in his chest its? Love?

He felt it when he first saw you, surrounded by a sea of men and women, who seemed to hit on you equally. Fuck you’d been wearing this little pink crop top that hugged your breasts perfectly, a black choker to break up the endless pink, and a pink skirt with ribbons down the front. Your body was ridiculously hot, and you flaunted it too.

It’s why he never thought you insecure.

You were a mix of girly and goth, both two types of women he didn’t go for. You were a short little brat. You were young, and not just age wise, you were bright and cheery, giggly and bubbly. It had disgusted him, how happy you were, Satoru typically had a list of arm candy women on xanax and zoloft, stuck with old husbands and needing his dick, that’s what he was used to.

Not you.

Had he not noticed the times you’d frowned, looked lost, sighed, your shoulders slumping? Had he just thought you flirtatious, perhaps a bimbo if he’s honest, that was the vibes you gave. But you’re deep, intelligent, thoughtful, he constantly sees how much you care, how much you are thinking, how you analyze him.

How hard you tried when he was awful to you.

When he said the worst things. The most untrue things. All because he couldn’t handle seeing Suguru with you. All because he wanted you, decked out in pink everything, on his arm, giggling. It had eaten him alive. But now, here you are, and you’re in his shirt, and your face is bare, and you’re vulnerable, you’re wide open, clear as crystal glass.

Could Satoru open up? He’s so afraid to disappoint you.

“Satoru, please let me clean this up. And get some ice for this.” You murmur softly, fingers hovering over his face. He nods a bit, he’d usually argue with you or make some… comment, but he wants you to take care of him.

Fuck.

“All right, Nurse.” He teases, and you smile just a bit, corners of those lush lips pulling up, brightening his life. “I have a first aid kit in the bathroom.”

Satoru guides you to the bathroom, and grabs the first aid kit out of his cabinet, and hands it to you. You start taking out gauze, neosporin, antiseptic… you seem to know what you’re doing, he notices, as you look at him, and he sits on the edge of the bathtub so you can actually reach his face.

You take a washcloth first, rinsing it with cold water, then you gently dab his face with the cool towel, and he watches you, the way your eyes never leave his face, the way your hands are so tender and soft, as he inhales your scent, as you stand in between his spread thighs. His fingers itch to hold you, his mouth aches to tell you how much you mean to him.

Even if you don’t even know him yet, do you?

The tension is palpable in the bathroom as you both pretend like you’re not both thinking about what just happened. How Satoru had claimed you so thoroughly, how you gave in so easily, even though he didn’t prep you, even though he hurt you, even though he shouldn’t have. And you’re not even upset, it was as if you wanted it, the way you came so hard around him.

Was it still trickling out of your tight little cunt, he wonders, looking at your chest now, hidden under his shirt, but he watches nipples perk up when he gently rests two hands on the jut of your hips. He doesn’t do anything else, as you’re cleaning the cut above his eyebrow, but that touch alone sends shockwaves through both of you. You’re biting that lower lip, suppressing a cry.

You’re focused on taking care of him.

You bend over, hands shaking a bit as you pull out the neosporin and the band aids. Satoru watches your every move, as you dab the antiseptic on his cuts, the way your eyebrows furrowed in concentration, the way your lips press into a thin line. Your sweet breath rushes over his face, you fill his every sense, as you take care of him, in a way he’s not sure he deserves.

Satoru Gojo feels something inside him, something tightening in his throat, something warm spreading through his chest as you work on him. It’s like you’re not just fixing his face, but fixing him, with each careful dab of a cotton ball, with each breath you take. Neither of you even speak, you don’t have to, you speak so beautifully with each touch, each movement.

Could you fix him? Was he too fucked for this?

Even now, all he can think about is sliding back inside that tight cunt, but first he’d finger his own cum out of you, he’d lavish the taste of both of you up on his tongue, softly, sweetly, until you’re begging for him again. Fuck Satoru hadn’t even been gentle with you, he’d gone easy here and there, but he’d not made love to you, not like you deserve.

If he did he’d be completely ruined, he’s already so far gone now, all he can think about is claiming you, making you his in every way. He’d put babies in that flat tummy, fill it up round with him, he’d tell you to stop working, he’d keep you home and take care of you, and lick that cunt every goddamn day if you let him. He’d pump you so full of cum you couldn’t leave.

His thoughts consume him, and you wince, making him realize he’s pressing his fingers harshly into your hipbones, he eases up just a bit, blinking and looking up at you, still meticulously caring for his face. Now you move to his chest, with your cool, soft hands, brushing little bits of antiseptic here and there.

When you’re done, he swallows, his throat dry, and he has nothing snarky to say, he has nothing mean to say, to pretend with you. No, he’s too enthralled in you, in everything about you, his heart is hurting so goddamn much, his cock is already hard under his sweats, he’s consumed by you.

It’s all you.

“Thank you.” He manages to say, and the surprise on your pretty face says it all, your lips parted, your eyebrows high with shock.

He says nothing further, either, he just slides his hands off your hips now, to run down the soft stomach he wants to fill, feeling it tremble under his touch, before those hands land on your thighs, brushing little circles. Satoru hadn’t been very gentle with you, had he? Not in any way, but you respond the same, whether he’s choking that pretty throat, or he’s brushing a delicate touch.

You want him, clear as day.

Now you ease a bit, exhaling, and you start kissing every bruise you see on his chest, feather light touches of perfect lips setting his skin on fire, and he’s helpless to it, all he can do is sigh in pleasure, gripping your waist tightly. You’re not doing it sexually, you’re being sweet, caring, considerate, as if you want to erase the hurt, and fuck if you don’t actually do that.

Satoru would take any pain for you.

Your POV

Satoru thanked you. He thanked you, with no other comments, with nothing sexual, no he thanked you softly, his big blue eyes so vulnerable then that they broke you, broke your fucking heart. The tension you feel as you’re between his long legs, as his huge hands take over your waist, as you feel his cool breath against your cheek, as you kiss his skin…

It’s insane, what’s left unspoken, fuck only two words have been said as you’ve worked over him, cleaning him up the best you can. Two words that make everything hazy, the husky tone they’d been spoken with. Fuck if it doesn’t take over everything that you are, fuck if you don’t love standing over him, feeling him so vulnerable, so raw and real with you for once.

Your heart aches.

Your pulse flutters.

Your pussy throbs.

All for Satoru Gojo.

You swallow now, heart racing, and you kiss his forehead sweetly, something you had ached to do, hands gently holding his broad shoulders. Fuck if you didn’t wanna make it all better, if you didn’t wanna fill this void he so clearly has, to make him feel so much more than pain. Could you?

“You’re welcome, Toru.” You whisper, your voice barely above a breath, and he reaches up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing over your lower lip softly. The gesture is gentle, a stark contrast to the harshness of his earlier actions, and it sends a tremble down your spine.

His bright blue gaze locks onto yours as you brush his snowy white hair back, and it’s like he’s searching, pleading for something unspoken. Fuck, you want to give him anything when he looks at you like that, when his usually tense, sculped features get soft for just this moment. He looks youthful, not that Satoru didn’t look stupidly young, but it was this… softness to him.

You want to be the one to make him feel whole, to fill the gaping hole in his chest that he tries so hard to hide, but fuck if you don’t want him to fill that hole in you now, the chasm that has grown deeper. But do you know each other? Are you just going to get burned again, like you had with Suguru?

The difference is, he’s real, he’s so real with you. He’s not pretending, he’s not whispering sweet words in your ear, if anything you feel him actively holding back. You both just stare at each other, it should be awkward, right this silence? But it’s not at all, you both don’t need to speak.

You lean in, your lips brushing his, tentatively at first, then with more pressure, as if you’re trying to memorize the feel of him, the taste of him, afraid of how long it would even happen. These kisses that consume you, the ones that left blood on your mouth earlier, and you hadn’t cared, no you wanted more. You could not get enough of his kisses, especially these softer, newer ones.

Satoru’s hand slides around the back of your neck, pulling you closer, deepening the kiss. It’s messy, needy, full of desperation and longing, and you can feel it, the heat of his desire, the way his tongue sweeps into your mouth like he’s trying to claim every part of you. And you want to be claimed, you want to be his, you wish so badly he had been your first in every way.

You wish he’d just said hello to you.

You wish you met the real Satoru Gojo, and not this dark, guarded version of him, not the mean version of before, but you would take him like this, fuck you’d take him mean, if it meant you could feel this forever. This consuming need to be claimed fully by him, you throw any sense of feminism out the fucking window for him.

He fills your void, the deep one that Suguru had caused, through his careless actions, the ones that clearly also hurt Satoru. It’s clear as day that the virginity comment had made him insane, as he’d roughly taken you on that wall, and damn if you weren’t still in pain, but you could go again, you would let him destroy you, if only that meant he’d touch you.

Look at you.

Hold you.

Kiss you like he is now. The kiss is broken only by the sound of your own moan, a soft little whine of pleasure that slips out as his hand slides down your body, cupping your bruised ass, reminding you of how he’d taken you so fiercely against the wall. It’s like a brand, a mark that says you’re his, and it makes you want him all over again, despite lingering pain.

“I’m sorry for hurting you.” He whispers, leaning back and staring up at you, and you can feel his regret.

“It’s okay, Satoru. I’m okay.” You murmur, standing closer now. “I’m fine, really, you’re much more hurt than me.”

“I don’t want to hurt you.” He blinks back emotion with snowy white lashes, and you shake your head, caressing his shoulders, hating how they’re bruising before your eyes.

“You didn’t. Promise. I’d go again.” He smirks finally, the serious moment dissipated for a moment.

“So slutty always for me, aren’t you?” His words send a pang of desire, resonating in every way through your sore body. You nod, shyly, and he huffs a bit, his chest heaving. “She needs a break, I really have been wrecking her.”

“Cocky little shit.” He chuckles, then gasps, holding his stomach, and you frown at that, concerned.

“Hospital maybe?”

“Nah fuck that. I have pain killers from back in the day getting some root canal thing, can you grab ‘em? Under the sink.” You bend back down, rummaging through prescriptions now.

“Root canal? Your teeth are so pretty.”

“I have a sweet tooth. Bad. Must be why I love tasting that pussy.” You’re blushing hard core, thighs shaking as you stay squatted down, and you peek over the cabinet at him, and his charming smirk.

“You’re too much. Swear.”

“I know baby that’s why it hurt you so bad.”

“Toru! Tell me what I’m looking for.”

“Should say percocet.” You find the bottle still relatively full, and pull it out, pouring one into your hand and handing it to him. He holds his hand out more. “Stingy nurse, gimme two.”

“Oh fine. Let me get some water.” You run to the kitchen, noticing the disarray of the clean house after Satoru’s fight, but you shake it off, running the fancy silver faucet and filling a glass for him. You come back and hand him it, but he just hands you the pills back. “What?”

“Give 'em to me, nurse.” You roll your eyes, shaking your head then. “What, let a hurt man enjoy a fantasy.”

“Oh fine, open up.” He opens his mouth, that tongue that does insane things to your body and psyche sticking out, and you pop a pill on there, white and oblong. “Close and drink.”

He does exactly as you order, while one of his hands grips your bruising ass tightly, making you feel a mix of desire and pain. Desire and pain, it was all you can think to describe what you’re feeling lately, what you feel for Satoru Gojo. In the brief moments where he’s like this, opening to you, you feel so much hope, but it’s also terrifying and new.

What is this between you both?

It can’t be fucking normal.

It’s tilted the entire world on its axis, as if you don’t have the same gravity anymore, it’s all being pulled towards him, like he’s this black hole and you’re just matter circling around it. Fuck if you don’t want to just get sucked into it, to let yourself dissappear in it.

“Next one.” You manage to say, and he opens again, you place it on his tongue, and then you hold the cool glass for him, condensation cool on your palm, as his full lips sit on the rim of the glass. “Only you can make drinking water hot.”

You just said that huh?

He chuckles at that, holding his ribs then, and his endless blue eyes stare up at you, fuck you’re so close, you can feel the energy humming through you both. He carefully kisses your lips, sighing against your mouth, one of his hands still over yours on the glass.

“Can you stay all day? I’ll make it up to this pussy for being mean.” He teases, and for once it’s so genuine, it’s like he’s truly asking you to stay, and fuck you want to, you want to never leave. You brush his hair back, your nails raking gently across his scalp, and he moans, eyes fluttering shut.

“I wish I could. Work, ugh. Tonight is a big night because of the holiday tomorrow, too, so I will make good money.” He frowns a bit.

“You like being a bartender?”

“I went to school for creative writing. So.”

“Ooh… the shit degree.”

You giggle at that, nodding. “It is not one that’s gonna do me any good. It’s pretty on my wall I guess. I am doing this in the hopes one day I have a book that hits it big, but I don’t have much time with working.”

“I didn’t know you wrote.” He says softly, and you nervously bite your lip, studying him carefully.

“It’s not like we ever got to know each other. Um… aside from physically now.” You murmur, feeling yourself heat up as he studies you. “Satoru, this sounds stupid but, wanna go on like… a date?”

He blinks then, and you feel you’ve gone too far, you’ve overstepped surely, you don’t even know if he-

“You asking me out, short stuff?” He pulls you against him, wincing at the pain on his chest, but he doesn’t let you pull back. You nod, tentatively. “Couldn’t wait for me to ask, huh?”

“I just think we owe it to ourselves to get to know each other. I mean clearly you know my body-”

“Perfect body.”

“Toru…” You’re melting, at those words from him, you struggle to remember what you were even thinking. “Thank you. But, like let’s go on one. If you want… if you just want it to be sex, I get it. But I think maybe we should try? Go ahead and laugh.”

“I’m not laughing, that shit hurts right now.” It’s your turn to laugh, earning a glare from him. “Okay, a date. When and where?”

“Can we go to a movie? Out to eat? Normal date things.”

“Boring.”

“What!”

“Mmm, I’ll plan it. And I’ll pick you up, can’t have you embarrass me in that terrible beetle of yours.” You glare back now, and he’s smirking so charming you can’t even stay mad at him. “Be nice to me and I’ll buy you a car.”

“What!? Crazy talk. Stop that. I make good money, not Satoru Gojo money but good enough.”

“Mmhmm. So get your little ass ready to leave, before I pay you triple what you make to let me fuck you all day.”

Fuck.

***

Satoru’s words linger in your mind that night, as you start your shift at the nightclub you work at, with your best friend Choso. Choso and you had been friends for a couple years now, both having the same shifts, he always protected you from rowdy drunk men, and you protected him from some of the thirsty girls.

Choso was gorgeous, tall, he had tattoos and piercings and dressed goth, a contrast to your bright pink, a clash of aesthetics. Women went crazy over him, and why not, he was beautiful. He was also quiet, smart and sweet. He'd even been the only man you'd had any experience with until now.

Six months ago

“Choso… um are you sure? You don't want me to do anything back?” You both closed the bar that night, and Choso shocked you, asking if he could eat you out. Out of nowhere. As a friend!?

“You look like you could use some relief, Barbie.” That was his nickname for you, the first time he met you he said it, and it stuck. “I’d be lying if I didn't say I'd love to give it to you. I can just finger you if you're uncomfy?” He's holding you, whispering in your ear, as he's gently caressing your pussy over your pink lace panties. You're soaking them under his touch.

“I've never really… I'm a virgin, Choso.” He pulls back, black brows raised, his lazy amethyst eyes drinking you in.

“A virgin? You…”

“I've been with a couple girls but we didn't go that far. Um. I've not done anything but kiss men.” He exhaled, blinking a bit and you gasp when he presses his lips on yours, he tastes so sweet, his lips pressure perfection. You grind your hips up eagerly.

“I was just going to please you, little Barbie, I wasn't going that far. I wouldn't do that, not in a relationship myself.” You exhale, running a hand around the back of his neck. Choso had his hair done up in pigtailed buns and fuck if he wasn't stupidly cute with them.

“I don't wanna ever ruin our friendship. You're so important to me.” He truly was, you all took care of each other, he was your Wednesday Addams to your Bianca Barclay. You'd held him as he cried over his breakup of someone he loved. He held you as you got rejected by your crush. You all watched movies and played video games. You love him to pieces.

“It won't, ever. Just let me take care of you, okay?” You nod eagerly, as you all stand in the break room of the eerily quiet bar, and then Choso is on his knees, looking up at you with those puppy dog eyes, asking for permission.

“Yes, please. Um… tell me if I shaved good?” He laughs a bit, you can tell he's as nervous as you. Choso has only been with two girls from what he's said. He slides your panties down your thighs, exhaling as he sees you, and you go to close your thighs, so embarrassed, but he holds them firm, shaking his head.

“You're so beautiful down there. I promise.” You blink back emotion, then gasp when he kisses you there. “You missed a little.”

He spreads your lips open, looking inside, as your thighs are on his shoulders and you're now sitting on one of the chairs. You giggle. “Did I now?”

“Need me to shave you, barbie? What's a bestie for? Oh wait… this.” He flicks his tongue up your slit, and you cry out, back arching at how good it feels. “Getting the homie off.”

“Choso! Ah… oh my… Choso…” His tongue ring hits your exposed clit, and you're soaking his face at the sensation, as the ball of it flicks up and down the underside of your clit.

He's moaning as he sweetly drinks you up, as his tongue lavishes you up, his thick finger teasing your entrance, until it sinks in, and your wetness pours down his endless amount of black rings. He's doing things that you've never felt, and you're too wet. Too…

“Choso I'm sorry, I never get this… it's too messy.” He chuckles at that, looking up at you with that sexy face. Fuck he's your best friend what are you doing!?

“It's hot, I promise. I like how wet you are.” He murmurs and you're flushed, looking away for a moment.

“Promise you're eating me out as a friend?” He smirks, nodding, kissing you for a moment, and you taste yourself on him. “Can't lose you.”

“You won't. You're my best friend. And fuck if your pussy isn't the yummiest thing I've tasted. Can I continue Barbie?” He's smirking, his soft, quiet voice soothing as his finger slides back in, making you throb around it.

“Yes, please.” You cry out as he works a finger, hitting the little spot that you've not found yet, you see stars as his tongue ring is flicking your clit, and you're yanking his pigtails now, screaming out as he lazily pushes you over the edge.

He drinks you up, as a best friend of course, and you're grinding on his face, as a best friend.

“Ch-Choso! Best friend-ah- ever!”

Present day

So you may have sucked his dick as a friend (well, well before you met Suguru of course) and he may have ate you out again, as a friend. Maybe a few times. But both of you never took it too far, and somehow you did stay friends, though of course things were a little different. You all never touched again after Suguru, you both had no problem just being friends again.

It was one of the things that made you think you could be poly with Suguru, being able to have fun but not have feelings exactly. But Suguru clearly had feelings for Shoko, and now you had feelings for Satoru, and all in a span of a couple days, you've been with two men at once, and you've had your heart crushed. But then… also there is blooming feelings for toxic, insane Satoru Gojo now.

Fuck.

When you met Suguru Geto, Choso hated him on sight, and you really weren't sure why. When Suguru asked you out, and you told him, as you always did, he's your best friend, he was tense. He'd been out smoking a cigarette as you'd both talked that night, and now his words make sense.

“Something not real about him, Barbie. And I want you to date, to be happy, I mean I'll miss tasting you-”

“Choso!”

He flicked his cigarette with black nails, smirking. “It'd never work with us Barbie. You're too pink.”

“And you're too emo. Gerard way of the modern era.”

“Just be careful. I can't place what it is. But if he hurts you, I'll kick his ass. Yeah?”

“Love you, Cho.” You kiss his cheek, and he hugs you with one arm.

“Love you, Barbie.”

“Promise he's a good guy. He makes me feel so beautiful and special.”

“Well good, you should. You are.” He taps your nose and pouts a bit.

“What is it?”

“Nothing. Just worried about you, Barbie. He seems experienced and you're not. You're younger too. Just take care of yourself with him.”

“That sounds so eerie to say, Cho.” He flicks his cigarette out, sighing and looking down at you.

“I hope I'm wrong.”

He wasn't wrong. Fuck he was so right, but he didn't even know one tenth of what was actually happening. Now he pinches your waist just a bit, giving you a soft smile before flipping a bottle in talented hands, to the oohs and ahhs of the ladies at the bar currently.

“How are you, Barbie? Everything okay?” He shouts over the loud music, blaring so loud it vibrates your body. You sigh, nodding. He frowns. “You’re lying.”

“I’ll talk about it later. Promise.” You put a hand on his strong shoulder, and he sighs too, nodding.

“You better.”

The shift is busy as fuck, brutal, as endless amount of drunk people come up and your wrist hurts from shaking drinks. You’re making bank though, many people are tipping, and certain men always tip well, chit chatting with you. You carry on as if everything is fine, brushing sweat from your brow and then luckily one of the girls who also works comes in.

“Take a break, love.” She says, and you smile gratefully. You step back to the break room, sliding exhausted into the chair there. Choso is in there before you know it, shutting the door behind him and sitting next to you.

“Hey Cho.” He smiles a bit, dark eyes taking in your exhaustion.

“Hey Barbie. Miss you. How's the boyfriend?”

“Ugh. That.” Choso blinks long black lashes at that, tilting his head curiously at you. “We’re done.”

“What? That’s so fast since you just said shit was perfect … you just said you loved this guy?”

You bury your face in your hands, grimacing. “He was so fake, like everything about him was some lie. Some game.”

“The poly stuff got confusing?”

“Shit, you could say that. So… okay we all played, I played with a guy too.” You’re blushing, and Choso smirks a little at you.

“Your body count is two now?”

“Oh gosh. Yeah.”

“You’re growing!”

“Hush.” You shove at him, giggling a bit at his wiggling brows. “Okay so he also brought a girl, but she’s his like high school/college love!?”

“What, why bring her then? That’s messy.”

“Yeah. And at about four am I heard them fucking.” Choso grimaces at that. “He was saying she was ‘the most perfect’ and he was supposed to be in bed with me.”

“Holy fuck, are you serious?”

“Mmhmm. So… well Cho, I fucked his best friend.”

Choso bursts into a throaty laughter, hand on his forehead as he studies you curiously. “What? My little Barbie is that savage?’

“Sure the fuck am. But I didn’t do it to get him back, it was… I don’t know, I really felt something with him. But, he’s kinda a psycho.”

“Is this the mean one? The asshole?” You nod, and he rolls his eyes, sinking his long body into the chair now. “You have shit taste, Barbie.”

“Hey, I sucked your cock you know. So.”

“Shit taste.”

You break out into laughter, and fuck it feels good, to talk to someone, after having been trapped in such an insane situation for the past forty-eight hours. Fuck your whole life has flipped upside down. Choso takes your hand then, brushing his rough thumbs gently on your knuckles, showing his support.

“What are you gonna do? Tell me you’re done with Suguru.”

“I’m done. You were right about-” The door opens then, and Suguru Geto walks in with the girl taking over for you. Choso stands, the chair screeching on the old wooden floorboards as he does, standing right in front of you.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” Choso’s protecting you from Suguru’s view, and you tense as you hear Suguru’s voice, hearing the girl skirting away. She couldn't know you all broke up.

“You fucking her too?” Choso walks up to Suguru then, yanking him by his fancy shirt, big and broad as he stands next to him, damn near bigger than Suguru. You stand up now too, earning Suguru’s dark gaze, his smirk.

“I’ve never had sex with her, but if I were lucky enough to, I wouldn't cheat on her, wouldn’t down her. Who the fuck do you think you are?” Choso speaks through gritted teeth now, and Suguru frowns at that.

“I came to talk, I’m sorry. You’re clearly in love, huh?”

“I swear to God-”

“Cho, it’s okay. I’ll talk to him.” You come to put a gentle little hand on Choso’s strong back, he turns to you and softens instantly, shaking his head though.

“No. Can’t let you alone. Don’t trust him.” Suguru holds up his hands.

“Just came to talk. She’ll be all yours in a few minutes.” Choso lets him go, then looks back to you, his full lips tense in a thin line.

“I’m right here if you need me, Barbie.” He pats your head and you hug him, smiling gratefully, before he shoulder checks Suguru, shutting the door behind him quietly, despite his clear anger.

Now you’re left with him, with Suguru Geto.

His face is a little swollen in places, and there’s a cut on his lip, but relatively he escaped the fight okay. He puts his hands in his pockets, looking down at you then, and his expression is unreadable. You feel uncomfortable with his gaze, with being alone, but you don’t show it, you stand tall, shoulders back, chin notched up.

“What is it, Suguru?” You ask softly, and he takes a couple steps to you, until your feet are almost touching.

“I came to talk some sense into you. I know you’re hurt, but you’ve now hurt me as well, and I just want to fix this.”

“There’s nothing to fix.”

��So are you aware your best friend loves you?” You roll your eyes, you hear this a lot, no one can seem to understand the bond you both have.

“We are best friends.”

“Never did anything?”

“We did before I met you. Nothing since. Unlike you, I abided by all of your stupid rules you never followed.” Suguru glares now, and he’s even closer, until you can feel his breath on your skin. What once excited you now turns you off.

“Satoru is always going for what I want, this is no different. Do you really think he wants you?” Suguru’s intent is clear, and it hits its mark, you feel it like a punch to the gut, like the air is sucked out of you.

“What… does that mean?” You manage to ask, and he smirks then, caressing your cheek and filling you with nausea.

“Look at where you work, what you drive, where you live. Do you think that is acceptable to someone like Satoru? The Gojo clan is the richest family in Tokyo.” His words hit hard, but you just shove them down, you don’t even know Gojo yet, and you have to give him that chance.

“You’re just upset, and want to hurt me more.” You murmur, and he chuckles, but it doesn’t reach those exhausted eyes. “Go home, get some sleep. Have you slept?”

“No, I haven’t, I can’t get my mind off you.” He’s leaning in too close now, so you stop him with hands to his chest, he looks down at them with a raised brow.

“You should have sucked it up and cuddled. Wouldn’t be here, would we, if you could keep your word.”

“You’re a lot more unforgiving than I thought.”

“Am I, Suguru? I let the first time with Shoko go, the ignoring me part, the clearly lusting after her part. I let the night with Satoru go. It wasn’t until you directly ruined every rule you ever made that I finally left. I’d say I’m pretty forgiving.” His brows go lower over his eyes, as his fists clench at his sides.

“Should I not have stared at or enjoyed Shoko?”

“I didn’t say that-”

“You’re so narcissistic.” You snort in laughter at that.

“Me!? Me!” You can’t control the laughter, as you see he’s dead serious, projecting himself onto you as if that could work. “That’s rich, Suguru. Me, narcissistic, that’s such projection.”

“You so badly want to be the prettiest.” You shake your head, as his words try to stab at you, but you choke it down, stepping closer to him now.

“Not at all, but in a relationship you are supposed to feel that way, you are supposed to feel the most desired. It doesn’t mean other women aren’t beautiful, and I had no problem with the other girls and you. So you can say that all you want, but it’s false and you know it. Now, can you let me get to work?”

You go to push past him then, and he’s gripping your waist tightly, making you wince as his fingers dig in, and he’s looming over you, mouth on your ear. “Ah, was it the fact that I was too easy with you, too sweet? Did you need to be treated more like a slut like Satoru does?”

“Suguru, don’t… don’t please.” You whisper, and he chuckles, wrapping one arm around your waist and pinning your back on him.

“You’ll see Satoru isn’t loyal, that he doesn’t even care for you like that. You’re just a game to him.”

“Like I was to you!?” You bite out, scowling back up at him. Suguru’s hand grips your breast, as he pins your arms down with that arm.

“I did have feelings for you, even if it didn’t start that way.”

“You finally admit it. Let me go.”

“I admit it started that way, but then I did truly have feelings. And look how quickly you drop it all for Satoru? And I bet you’re fucking your friend. And I’d still want you, even so.”

“I’m not! And I don’t want you to want me. I want you to go.” You struggle in his hold now, and he’s nipping at your ear, tickling it in the worst way, as you keep wriggling until he’s moaning softly, making you freeze.

“When Satoru’s bored of you, when he finds someone prettier, skinnier, taller, richer than you…” You freeze completely, feeling tears start to gather in your eyes now, as he tries to hurt you, as he knows where. “He’ll leave so quickly. And then I won’t take you back, you’ll be too damaged then.”

Now you’re sobbing, as he hits every insecurity you have, as you feel the room enclosing on you, and he lets you go, but you don’t move, you can’t move. Stuck by all the memories, of your parents leaving you so young, of being a loner in school, finally getting popular but never being wealthy in a rich city, never really fitting in. Of finally feeling loved by the man behind you.

The man who wrecks it all.

He exhales, as he realizes what he’s done, and his hands slide down your body slowly. “I love your body, I love your face, I don’t care what you make. Just three days ago he told you you’re not up to caliber. What’s changed? Nothing, you’re still not, and you won’t ever be.”

You continue sobbing softly, as he cooes at you, as Suguru Geto thrives off making you feel small, pathetic, and it works.

Were you good enough for Gojo?

Were you good enough for anyone?

“Oh Princess, even though you’ve been a little whore, I’ll gladly take you back, I know it’s just because I hurt you.” He slinks around you, and you’re immobilized by your pain. He smirks at the tears in your eyes. “I wonder if his cum is still slipping out, bet you liked it, didn’t you?”

“Suguru… I’m sorry for that, but- ah!” He’s slid his hand up your skirt then, roughly yanking your panties to the side, and you panic then, trying to back away, only for him to pull you in a tight grip, slipping a thick finger inside you. “Don’t!”

“Ah, you’re always wet, aren’t you? A slut hmm? Maybe I should fuck his cum out of you, put my own in there.” You wriggle frantically then, as the thoughts of him doing this hit you, no he isn’t like that is he?

No way.

“Please stop. I know you’re mad, but stop. Or I’ll tell Satoru.” Suguru scowls then, letting you go, wiping your essence off on your own skirt then.

“Tell him what? Hmm?”

“That you’re touching me when I said no. Leave, now, go get sleep and try to be… less of a piece of shit.” You tremble everywhere as you speak, shoving at him, then Choso walks back in, and Suguru’s mood changes, his eyes change, his lips… then you realize it.

He plays people.

To hide himself.

“Ah, guess our talk is over, Princess.” He brushes your hair back, making you smack at his hand, and then he turns to face a furious Choso, though he didn’t know what happened, he was right here, and Suguru just looks at you. “You’ve got like three guys after you, huh?”

“I don’t fucking like you.” Choso says, plain as day, and you smile a bit at that, tremulously.

“I can tell. Bye Princess. See you soon.” At that Suguru saunters out, and you nearly collapse, if not for Choso grabbing you.

“What happened? Please tell me. I’ll kill him if he-”

“Could you just hug me?” You whisper, and he gulps, nodding, wrapping you in his warm embrace, as you start to break out in tears.

What just fucking happened?

What had he…

“Please tell me, please. I’ll protect you.” Choso murmurs, and you hear the emotion in his voice. “You’ll always be my best friend, no matter what. Let me take care of you.”

“Oh, Cho… I… I…” You can’t speak, you can’t function, as he pats your back, and you don’t know if you can tell your best friend, you don’t know if you can tell anyone, you don’t even know if you’re good enough.

Did you deserve that?

“Barbie… please talk. Let me take you home?”

“Um… yes. Please.” Choso leaves for a moment, to gather both of your things and tell the boss, and your mind is blank, your heart is shattered, you can’t even compute what Suguru had just done. How he’d touched you. The cruel things he had said to you.

The horrible way they make you feel.

Your phone buzzes on the table, and with shaky hands you pick it up. You see it’s Satoru, and you exhale, at least it was not Suguru, but how could you tell him, would you even tell him, should you? Crush his hopes about his best friend, who had just touched you when you’d said not to.

Toru: Everything okay tonight? Miss telling you I hate you.

You manage a watery smile at that.

You: Bad night. I’m heading home early. I’ll talk tomorrow.

Toru: Do you need to come here?

You: No. I’m okay.

Toru: Fuck will you tell me you get home safe? So that I know I can tell you I hate you tomorrow?

Does Satoru care? You think so.

You: Yes, I will.

You set the phone down, and soon Choso is taking you home, quiet, giving you space, and you’re looking out the window, your hand hanging out gently, feeling the air pour between your fingers. You knew Suguru was just angry, but him touching you like that made you feel disgusting, and you can’t wait to wash it off.

How could you ever be with Satoru?

How, if that is his best friend?

Would he leave you alone?

“Barbie… you can tell me anything you know.” Choso says, and you lean close to him, head on his shoulder for a moment.

“Thank you, Cho. Can I rest a minute?” He nods, and you do just that, for just a moment you shut your eyes, as the car zips through the street, as the wind blows through.

Could you tell him?

Could you tell anyone?

Suguru’s words won’t stop ringing in your head.

How would any of this be okay?

This was a rough one!!!! <3

Chapter 6

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/58179796/chapters/148138651

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the-s1lly-corner · 2 months

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could I request creepypasta x reader who can take their head off

Various crps x reader who can take their head off

pretending that i didnt tear up the roof of my mouth while eating my dinner shhhshhhh ignoring that my bottom front teeth rest on the roof of my mouth right where its all torn up thus making me hyperaware and by extension making me clench and grind subconsciously characters: jeff the killer, laughing jack, ticci toby, eyeless jack notes: reader is gn, reader isnt really human but theyre written to look human, focusing on first reactions cws: none unless you found taking ones head off as body horror? does it count? im not sure tbh.. mentions of anatomy and stuff in ejs part.. canon typical violence

LAUGHING JACK

finds it so cool, entertaining even... i like to think that he has "clown physics" to him, but im unsure if being able to dethatch limbs would be one... if he cant take his own head off hes going to be a tad bit jealous of you

sometimes yoinks your head and holds it up to his height so you can "see the world from his perspective", this is more likely if youre significantly shorter than him

if you allow it hes going to juggle your head or even "go bowling" with it... you... may get dizzy though, so agree with caution

if your head is loose and has a habit of falling off hes going to take it as a win if it falls as you laugh at one of his jokes

EYELESS JACK

honestly? not all that phased by your little party trick, at least hes not grossed out by the clear view of your necks insides- hes seen those plenty of times... both in the form of images as well as in person when hes needed to silence someone

that said looking at in tact neat remains is different than seeing it all messed up or in a diagram, so if you dont mind he would like to take a look at least once... totally not making notes for future reference

not many questions otherwise, surprisingly... i mean hes a man eating demon of sorts who mostly gets nutrients from eating the organs of humans- he doesnt have much place to ask you what you are exactly or what caused this sort of thing to happen

doesnt ask you to show off your trick, finds no interest in asking you to take your head off and goof off with it unlike some of the others

TICCI TOBY

oh! thats his partner taking off their head.... OH! THATS HIS PARTNER TAKING OFF THEIR HEAD- he... genuinely needs a second to process what hes looking at because it catches him so off guard, you only told him you had a party trick to show him

lots of questions, main one being how and why- were you not a living human this whole time? a little betrayed that you didnt tell him sooner, actually- and even if you did, why didnt you show him this sooner?

traces his fingers along your neck where it separates, after you put your head back on- even more impressed if theres no mark left behind

like jeff, hes going to try to get you to play some jokes on people- though its likely hes going to pull them on masky and/or hoodie

sometimes carries your head around with him while hes working- ignore how morbid of a sight thatd be..! he just wants some company without making it too obvious!

JEFF THE KILLER

stares wide eyed for a few seconds... ignoring that he doesnt have his eye lids anymore so hes always looking at you wide eyed-- thinks he may have actually lost it for a second before cracking up

probably one of the last things hes expected you to do but hey, he thinks its pretty wicked!

oh hes definitely going to try to get you to use your quirk to scare some unsuspecting people who are walking around- perhaps do it late at night for some added effect? and if they lash out he can always swoop in and come to your aid

will push your head off of your neck if youre being a smartass or generally lightly getting onto his nerves- not a hard push, but enough to knock your head loose

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dokifluffs · 10 months

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How They Would Take Care of Their Sick Kids | Sakusa, Osamu

Pairings: Sakusa X Reader (female), Osamu X Reader (female)

Genre: good ol' domestic dad fluff heheheeh

tutuwusworld asked: Hi!! Glad you’re back here💗So I was thinking about is how (mainly Osamu), and Sakusa would take care of their sick child and the different ways of them comforting their kids💗

Author's Note: hehehe hi and thanks! I like being back heheh it forces me to write, which also helps me improve and get back to things hehe!

as much as he hated germs, he hated seeing his baby/ babies being sick and suffering

which ig would make him despise germs even more tbh

since they made his bb/ bbs (baby/ babies) sick

he would be gentle with them, and take care of them even if it meant getting his hands and himself dirty

but anything for his bb/ bbs

when it first happened where his bb/ bbs got sick, he rushed them to the hospital, insisting that they stayed there until his bb/bbs were better

he had the doctors and nurses on speed dial

but now this second time around, he was more ready having learned from the first time

he would be on a tight routine to change them out of any sweaty clothes, tucking them in, changing their cooling forehead patches

making fresh food with scrubbed clean ingredients

everything

if his bb or bbs couldn't sleep, you bet he would hold them close

he would make sure is body warmth was also keeping them warm too

cradling them, rocking them, rubbing their little backs until they were sound asleep

he didn't mind doing the extra laundry if it meant that they actually got rest and they slept

even just a short nap

as soon as they were sound asleep, this mans would be whipping out his steamer, steaming all high-touch surfaces like their toys, door handles, and tables, cleaning and disinfecting everything

but at night, he was also on high alert

even when you were home to take care of them and when you took his turn to watch over them, he insisted on staying with you

The two of you sat at the ends of their low cribs in your guys' bedroom and just watched the two of them sleep side by side in their own crib in the low light of the bedroom, the sound machine playing the soft sound of waves washing against a shore

tucked in, wearing their matching little pjs

"they seem to be doing better," you spoke in a soft voice to your husband as he sat beside you, his hand resting on your lower back, fingers drawing random small shapes against your soft skin, his chin resting on your shoulder

"mmhm," he agreed with you, nodding gently into your shoulder

his eyes glanced back and forth watching them slightly move every now and then

he never thought that one day, such small human beings would mean the world and everything beyond to him

he would some nights, depending on how his bbs were throughout the day, would stay up later or sleep less so he could watch over them, sitting right beside them at their cribs

he would be right beside them, helping their little immune systems fight off these bad germs

Warning! Spoilers to what osamu does post-time skip!

You know this mans was feeding his family good stuff

like when you were pregnant with your little buns (what samu thought they looked like when they were born)

you ate the best foods

you were surprised how you were able to push such plump little buns out of you, 2 of them as a matter of fact

but they were very healthy

over the years, their plumpness became proportionate to their bodies as they grew

now they were able to balance and walk, they started running, playing outside, building their immunes

that was until something apparently had been going around while they were at daycare

and some parent still brought their child in, even though they were very sick and it spread to your guys' little buns

the two of you were mostly calm

took them to the doctors the first thing a fever was detected

making sure they were drinking plenty of fluids and samu was their personal chef

he knew what each of his bbs liked and made sure they both got their nutrients and all the other good stuff

he seemed calm on the outside but he did have a subtle, consistent wave of worry

he would think about the worst-case scenarios and work harder to make sure the foods and soups they were going to eat would be the best

but over time as you saw progress in their recovery, you were able to wipe away his worries without even knowing they were there

"Look who woke up a bit early and wanted to see you," he turned at the stove, hearing the sound of your voice approaching as you walked into the kitchen

you held the younger twin in your arms, the twin that did seem clingier with him but he didn't mind at all

he loved his bbs equally

the little one turned their body and reached toward him upon seeing him

Osamu was used to this

before they were sick, he would hold one while cooking - mainly something simple like stirring a pot

nothing dangerous

he would give them little samples of what he was making, always blowing the spoon or spatula like crazy before feeding them

he wasn't gonna burn his bbs

during baths and put-downs for naps and sleep at night, he always made sure to cuddle his bbs

he knew they were just gonna get bigger from here

after baths were his favorite time

they smelled so clean and fresh in their little pjs

he lay right in between their two little bodies as they hugged his head, cuddling with him

he laid with them until they were fast asleep, listening to the soft chimes of the lullaby gifted from osamu's grandmother

"stay small," he whispered to them, pressing kisses to their heads before slowly rising, and tucking them into their cribs

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locketsvault · 4 months

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「 CUDDLING WITH TOKYO GHOUL MEN 」

pairings: jūzō suzuya x reader ፥ ayato kirishima x reader ፥ renji yomo x reader

tags: gender neutral reader, no agab mentioned, first person, fluff, cuddling/phyiscal affection

warnings: angst in ayatos, mention of parents dying in ayatos, cursing in yomos

request: Heyy, can i please ask for cuddling headcannons with tokyo ghoul guys? (Juuzou, Ayato and Yomo) (request found here.)

a/n: I’m so happy to write for jūzō I love him sm. this request was very fun to do! I do warn later on, but I’m not too familiar with yomo though I did do my best! if you have any comments or ideas about cuddling these silly men, feel free to comment or send something through my inbox. I take anons too!

// jūzō suzuya⌇˚.༄

⮑ You’ve managed to get him to sit still long enough to cuddle? I’m impressed.

⮑ No really, he’s hard to cuddle because of how much energy he has, not to mention the fact he always wants to be out and about. Funnily enough, not to lean into the stereotype but I 100% see him being docile if you give him sweets and snacks lmao. As long as you feed him he will remain in your arms like a good boy.

⮑ That brings me to my next point actually, he’s mostly always a little spoon. On rare occasions he’ll be big spoon, but the problem is that he doesn’t… know how. He doesn’t know how to be big spoon, he doesn’t know how to be the one comforting physically. But he tries!!! And tbh he’s pretty good with it, even if he can be slightly awkward at first. He learns, especially if you willingly help him.

⮑ I think because of his personality and upbringing, most people assume he doesn’t understand affection. While I can agree, to a certain extent, he isn’t clueless, and it doesn’t mean he doesn’t understand all forms of affection. He does, and he learns well. Even if his ways of showing affection are not traditional lol.

⮑ He does not mind pda, he doesn’t get why people are uncomfortable. He loves you, and if he wants cuddles from you while working or going around the city, then he should get what he wants no? Plus, it’s not like he’s worried about his reputation.

⮑ A solid 8/10 in the cuddle department. if he sits still long enough and is willing, his cuddles are warmth. they’re home.

// ayato kirishima⌇˚.༄

⮑ He must really trust you if he’s cuddling with you willingly.

⮑ Hear me out okay. I know he’s not only the whole “bad boy” persona we all see. But it is a big part of him and how he thinks. Affection is weakness, and showing weakness is asking for death. Especially in the earlier days. The idea of being vulnerable even in the safety of his own home freaks him out.

⮑ I think for the longest time he wouldn’t entertain the idea. That is until he’s had a rough day, and suddenly he finds himself burying his face in your torso, holding you between his legs. You can’t move, you’re not allowed to. Not that you’d want to; because finally subjecting himself to affection has caused him to break down. Yep, your first time cuddling involves a very vulnerable and probably crying boy in your arms. He’s back to the age of his parents still being alive in that moment.

⮑ But! Once he’s finally given himself the taste of affection, especially from you, he can’t let it go. It’s still only in private though, he can’t bring himself to feel comfortable cuddling you in front of others. Honestly it’s probably not until after :re that he feels comfortable with pda.

⮑ His cuddles are rigid at first, he can’t get himself to relax. But over time he softens up. He loves cuddling you face to face, he loves admiring you. You may even find his eyes soft and adoring. His body runs extra hot so he’s perfect to sleep with in the winter. Oh, couch cuddles that consist of you being a personal weighted blanket are also always welcome.

⮑ I’ll give him a 6.5, he’s still figuring himself out but somehow his cuddles are still nice.

// renji yomo⌇˚.༄

⮑ Honestly he looks like someone who gives wonderful hugs.

⮑ Now you’ll have to forgive me, I don’t really know too much on yomo, though I did try to read up a little to refresh my mind.

⮑ If we’re talking about early days yomo, when he was a little shit (sorry yomo), I don’t really see him as a cuddly person. He’s too hot headed and violent, especially after losing his sister. But if we’re talking about Anteiku and beyond yomo, I could see him appreciating cuddles very much.

⮑ And I mean it too. I think physical affection is one of his main forms of affection right next to act of service. So he’s always down to cuddle you if you ask. You’ll usually have to initiate it though, unless you’re at home. He’ll open his arms for you and pull you close.

⮑ I can vividly picture this man allowing you to lay on his chest and probably fall asleep while reading a book peacefully. And he’s willing to stay that way for hours. It’s probably very soothing to him. Especially if the room is quiet and he can hear your heartbeat.

⮑ When it comes to pda, I don’t really think he’d do it. And if he did he never initiated it. he’s a man of few words, and is reserved. His actions can speak for himself yes, but he doesn’t go out of his way to. He doesn’t care if anyone comments on it though, and is probably both amused and annoyed at the gawking of someone curled into his side at the coffee shop lol.

⮑ 9/10 as well, as long as it isn’t early yomo, you’ve got yourself a wonderful protective cuddler.

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anonymouscheeses · 9 days

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Im sorry i have to say it..: Get Your Hands Dirty sounds like a love song.

HEAR. ME. OUTT!! (No i dont mean a love song between Chloe n Ella omg 😭)

What I'm implying here is that it sounds like one of those niche high school love stories when one of the lovers(most likely a goodie two-shoes) goes to their mentor/parent/even the person their loving/etc to ask for advice on relationships. Or more specifically, if this person is worth it or even a good person. From the top of my head: I Won't Say (I'm In Love) and the goodie and the wildchild dynamic is pretty similar to Gabriella and Troy from hs musical, which iws(iil) kinda inspired this post tbh but also ive been thinking about this ever since i first watched the movie. (You plop in ur own songs, i js KNOW this trope exists)

Now that we've established the well used niche trope existing in this niche song made by the niche king that is Disney.... why do i think that Get Your Hands Dirty is a love song, i hear?

Lets analyze THE LYRIICS 😈😈

"Right and wrong, cruel and kind, who's to say?" "There's a code that I believe in."

"Robin Hood" "yeah?" "Awesome guy" "yeah!"

"Every choice, you're gonna find there's shades of grey." "There are rules for a reason!"

"So you could then cross that line, theoretically."

"You'd agree?" "But he stole for the poor."

"The decision's always up to you. When there's only one thing left to do"

"I don't know you anymore.."

Okay, so i shortened and made it tiny for obvious reasons, that bein its too long 😭 so! AM I THE ONLY ONE WHO GETS A FEEELIN?? a feelin that this is SCREAMING denial?! Its giving...

Chloe: Ellaaaa.... this girl im talkn to is SOOO HHHOOOOTT and PRETTY and cool and stuff but ugh.... SHE EEEVILLL!!

Ella: oh my gosh.. STFU. Shes prolly not even that evil ill prove it smh..

*get ur hands dirty starts playing. No exaggeration. No cap.*

"Okay, but there's some universal truths you must recognize." "Like?"

"Valiant knights, pure and good, guaranteed" "That depends on what they're fighting for"

"Creepy witches selling potions for evil deeds" "She could have kids she's providing for"

"If your good-good things will come to you"

MORE denial, Chloe wants to be friends with Red SO bad she looks stupid, but she brings herself back by trying to prove to herself that she's evil and they SHOULDN'T be that close. Which also is a big sign of comphet and heteronormativity, i would know 🧍 (which is a post for another day i might make. Prolly 2 prove that Chloe is a lesbian in deep comphet)

"But just how far do you go? How much do you compromise? Oh, tell me, how do you know. Where do you draw the line?"

"There's nothing I wouldn't do. If my heart tells me it's right. If it's for someone I love. If it's to save a life."

"To save your life."

Further deepening the trope i mentioned. The first line could be interpreted as a double meaning since the song is kind of mostly about Chloe coming to terms with the fact Red isn't really evil or as bad as she thought, plus the argument of where the line between evil and good is. It could refer to Red or Ella, maybe both, but Ella changes the meaning with her own experiences so it drifts off the focus from Red because we cant have ANYTHING 🤧 but i still believe Chloe intended it to be for Red since the entire song is really just for the progress of their relationship n stuff.

Now this could definitely all be in my head, yes, Disney would most likely NEVER canonize or even imply heavily a queer relationship or anything lgbtq on a pre established franchise (cowards.). But there is always a chance.... deep inside the dark heart of the mouse..

Plus, with the subtle hints here and there of Red and Chloe's relationship growing, romantically or not, they are still super close and love eachother alot. Chloe is js (kinda) canonically a girl kisser who cant help but find a girl kissable (same)

And don't get me started on this movie and its obsession with love and proving how it is not "ain't it". Hello...? They set the tone of love, but i see NO person close enough to Red established for this message (other than Chloe) and if they introduce some random guy in the next movies, NO ONE would care nor would they want it unless somehow its 100x better than redcharming, but thats impossible cz wlw 4 life.

So, this entire thingy is me basically finding scraps and wanting to provr that charminghearts IS canon and WILL be established soon! (Im delulu)

#currently watching kylie's elastic music video and i am... hypnotized to sau the least. omg. unmmm.... HHHH 😍😍#glassheart #glassrose #redcharming #charminghearts #red x chloe #chloe x red #descendants #descendants disney #descendants fandom #descendants cinderella #descendants chloe #descendants ror #descendants rise of red #descendants red #d:ror #rise of red #the rise of red

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f1nalgirlz · 6 months

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Their favorite way to make you cum | Rory Characters

(not all characters, but if i missed some you want to see i'm open to doing a part 2) (stay safe!!)

warnings: NSFW!! mostly gender neutral reader, kinda ooc at times- let a guy dream ok? Mentions of: use of sex toys, penetrative sex, object insertion, fingering, thigh riding, dry humping, oral sex

Kappa:

- using toys

- whether that be using them on you OR

- making you use them on yourself while he watches

- loves making you ride a dildo in front of him, he gets pleasure out of knowing he's not even touching you yet you still obey every word he says

- will edge you to make the whole experience last longer

- favorite part of his night tbh

- once he gets his fill of watching, will push you down and hammer the toy into you

- doesn't stop even after you cum, he loves overstimulating you

- again, prolonging the experience

- he's mean :( <3

Jack Thurlow:

- his dick :D

- a traditional man ...?

- it's such an ego boost for him, knowing you need no other stimulation to cum

- says stuff like "no one could fuck you better than me."

- when you agree bc he's fucking you so good, it's just stroking his ego further

- he can admit he's a little selfish as well

- not only is he giving you pleasure, he's getting it too.

- it's definitely a win-win for him

Charlie Walker:

- Charlie is pretty much willing and down to do anything for you

- he's absolutely obsessed with you so, duh

- nothing is off the table for him

- his favorite though, is with his fingers

- he adores watching you writhe under his touch, he loves watching you

- knowing he's able to make you cum with just his fingers is a delightful stroke to his ego

- he loves it in any position!!

- You're laying beneath him? Perfect. Straddling his lap on the couch, arms around his shoulders? Just as good. Strewn across his lap, while he's doing it? Amazing!

- and he's good at it too, so you ask him when you're in the mood for it

- and he eats it up every time.

Ollie Sway:

- similar to Kappa in that he likes using stuff on you, but it's not exactly a toy with him

- you guys got drunk together once and he ended up getting an idea

- he ended up fucking you with his empty beer bottle

- he was basically drooling at the sight and has been chasing that high ever since

- begging you every once in a while to let him try it again

- you comply on occasion, letting him get his fix, besides it's not like you don't like it.

Clyde:

- mostly non-penetrative stuff

- not that he doesn't LOVE the penetrative stuff, he absolutely does

- but there's just something about watching you rut against his knee, his hands guiding your hips to do so...

- especially if you guys have smoked a bit, it's so easy for him to sink back into the couch cushions, watching you lazily grind your hips against him

- it might seem a little lazy, and it really is

- but part of the reason it's his favorite way to get you off is how little effort he has to put in to make you finish

- at some point after one of your little sessions, he had a realization of "i can make them feel this good without having to do anything???" and just never looked back

- similar to Charlie, he just loves watching you.

- this isn't to say he can't/doesn't want to put in effort, this is simply his fav way

Danny Cooper:

- HEAD !!!!

- he loves going down on you, and could do so for hours

- and he has

- will eat it from any position

- he's just so good at it, he gets so immersed in what he's doing, soaking in every noise you let out.

- he'll be moaning softly whenever you tug him off by his hair because he's overstimulating you on accident :((

- stares up at you with teary blue eyes and a wet chin, silently asking why you'd interrupt him

- DROOLY BOY !!

- my puppy boy danny agenda >:)

- he loves looking up at you from between your legs, eyes watery from the way you tug his hair

- gets pussy/dick drunk and doesn't like to stop until he's had his fill (he'll stop the moment you ask him to ofc <3)

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wonuwrites · 6 months

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are you still looking for MTL suggestions? how about MTL likely to have the rest of the group scheme to get them a date.

so like Most = the guy with zero rizz. he's shy or awkward or both but he needs all the help he can get. or he's the dummy who doesn't know he's in love. the members all "casually" DM you on the same day to see what you're doing on the day that he has open.

Least = this guy pulls. the members don't even know who he's out with, or if it's the same person every time, just that he's always out. the members trying to get him a date would actually backfire by throwing him off his game. their hijinks would be disastrous and he would be mortified but his blushing is so cute you still agree to a date. this man cannot be stopped.

Always looking MTL suggestions and sooo excited for this LOLOLOL. Thank you for asking for a MTL <3

Warnings: mostly fluffy but def some will be suggestive. *Cough Cough MINGYU Cough Cough*

A/N: I hope I did this the way you wanted if you wanted it to be written. also I'll be adding "songs" I was listening to while writing each of their parts to their name. For example:

Wonwoo (song linked is Message In A Bottle by Taylor Swift)

just doing so bc sharing music is a love language of mine and getting 13 chances to do that is awesome imo <3 LOL

before we begin I do want to say something: I do think all members have a bit of rizz to them. I think if they were presented with an opportunity they would kill it. I mean, they have MILLIONS of people who love them because they are them. The way I wrote this is based on my interpretations on how they've done things with Nana Tour and GoSe episodes. Please note this may differ from what others may see. Please let me know what y'all think after reading it. <3 ok let's start :D

M O S T

✫ Woozi *song note: this song has nothing to do with this one shot but ye*

Jihoon is one of those weird ones where he can charm people like nobody's business but idk I feel like he is really into his work so dating or anything like that is at the bottom of the barrel at the this point. I can see if he were to have a crush on someone, he would love them from afar because he doesn't want to ruin things with you but also not with his work. Due to this thought process is why I have him at first. He would NEED the members to step in because honestly, he could be okay with just loving you from afar. I could see members setting up blind dates for him actually. I could see all 12 of them trying so hard to be a wingman but honestly it was up to him whether or not he would want to have extra commitment at the time or not. Let's say a blind date did happen and you were the apple of his eye and all the members were in on it. I feel like it would be the most adorable yet most awkward date because of nerves and everything like that. He thought you were pretty and tbh, so did you. You thought he was cute as hell (which you are right.) If the date went well, he would def be the one to ask you for a second date and your number if he didn't already have it. <3

✫ Jun *song note: I'm obsessed with this song.*

I was debating on putting Jun and Jihoon at most for the longest time. Like I said in my Authors Note, I do think all of them have some type of rizz or whatever but Jun is one of the more quiet and shy members. The reasons I have him second is because I feel like he would like people that intimidate him at first meeting? haha. According to his K Profile he likes "someone who looks pure. He also likes sexy girls." So take that as you will. Anyways, I feel like he'd be a bit shy if he liked someone at first and would really be in his head about it. The members would literally drag him to your first date and if there was an outing with you they would always make sure you two were near each other. After a few awkward moments of adorable giggles and glances at each other, you both went on a double date with one of the other members (tbh probably Soonyoung or Minghao) and it was at that moment all the anxieties had went out the window. Over time, he became more confident and comfortable with your budding relationship. so sorry this is all jumbled, I had no inspo for this one :(

✫ Seungkwan *song note: the last NCT 127 I genuinely liked :(*

Seungkwan is pretty extroverted but he gets into his head a lot so out of all the members I can actually see him asking one of his hyungs to help him out. LOL. He just trusts his hyungs for the most part and he really wanted to be yours but he was afraid. He would try to act confident at all times but when it came to you he was a shy bean. He would probably have Seokmin or Jeonghan help him out if he were to personally ask for help. ngl, I can also see Mingyu trying to help him out as well but it would be more of a "I want Boo Seungkwan to be happy and I'm tired of him not making a move." After the guys planned a date for y'all, similarly to Jun his anxieties lightened up. He was enchanted for this moment and he was hoping you were also enchanted.

✫ S Coups *song name: this was high school and i miss hearing it on the bus*

Look, Seungcheol has got rizz, we all know this. HEAR ME OUT THO. There was a thing I saw a few weeks ago where he said he was sad because one day he would break million of carats hearts when he gets married which :') (PRECIOUS.) So because of this I feel like that's his mentality right now where he doesn't want to hurt anyone plus his main focus is Seventeen. I feel like he'd be the member where if he had a crush on you, he rather admire from a distant instead of hurting you because idol life and fear of what dating news would be like. I feel like Seventeen would hate seeing him hurt himself in process of trying not to hurt you but they could see his unintentional cold shoulder to you would be killing you inside. One day, Joshua couldn't handle it anymore and just texted both of you to meet at a restaurant to meet up and just see how things go. Which it did as everyone but you two assumed would. help this gives me a one shot idea. if someone wants it pls let me know xo

✫ Hoshi *song note: ngl I might make a oneshot with Soonyoung with this song in future*

Soonyoung is such a wild card so I put him in a category of "could go either way" along with Minghao and Wonwoo. With Soonyoung I feel like he is someone that would not have trouble in dating or getting numbers but I also know he is a bit more shy and reserved around others that he doesn't know so he wouldn't mind if other members got involved. I feel like he'd be more chill about their help then Wonwoo and Minghao. I think it wouldn't even matter which member or members were to help him out. He'd just be grateful for the support from them. If it was from members, it would mostly be a blind date where neither of you really knew each other but if you were friends with one of the members already he'd be a bit more comfortable. If your date was because of him, expect a very blushy Soonyoung who would be smiley the whole time because someone as special as you agreed to spend a few hours with someone like him.

✫ Minghao *song note: this is my fave song atm*

Minghao like I said in Soonyoung's part is part of my "it could go either way" line. I feel like unlike Soonyoung it would matter who helped him out because I feel like he'd ask for advice from the older members or the 97 line on what he should do. I feel like he would want to pursue you but he would be nervous about rejection which... who in their right mind would ever reject him?! Anyways, that would be why he would go seeking for help. I feel like once he got over that hurdle of self doubt and lands a date with you with the help of Jun he would be such a gentleman and you would wonder how in the world you were able to meet someone as amazing as Xu Minghao.

✫ Wonwoo

The final member of the "it could go either way" is the handsome as HELL member Jeon Wonwoo. (yes they are all handsome as hell but I am so whipped for him it's not okay.) With Wonwoo, I feel like he would admire from afar for a while and debate on if he would want to pursue someone or not. From what I've read online, it takes him awhile to get used to people which is why it would take him a month or so to see what he wants. Which is why his members would get involved. Some members, ie Hip Hop Unit (especially Seungcheol) might get impatient with is prolonged plan and would message you and invite you to an event with them. While at the event, they would try to subtly make sure that you both were near each other the whole time. I can see Seungcheol smirking if you both started to talk throughout the night and ignoring everyone else in the process. Mission accomplished.

me after i saw this gif

✫ Jeonghan *song note: I'm not even sorry about this song. it's a bop*

Now we are getting into the "members that don't need help" category. I feel like it is perfect to start it off with Yoon Jeonghan. Jeonghan has such a loving personality and has rizz that makes anyone blush. Don't believe me? Watch him with Hyungwon from Monsta X LMAOOOOO Anyways, I feel like if he likes you he would tease you like a school yard kid. Some might find it strange but it would win you over and have you tease him back as well. Bottom line you both would be leaving said conversations with new phone numbers in your phone afterwards.

✫ Joshua *song note: Help this song just gave me inspo for a Joshua one shot o.o*

Hong Jisoo is such a flirt, if you don't agree you can argue with the freaking wall. He would have you kicking your feet by just saying hello LMAO. He might act shy but we know homie is an extrovert and honestly I could see him pulling an Ariana Grande with you. "I see it, I want it, I got it." but of course make it *gentleman-y* He would come up to you first and would ask you questions and would just have you smiling and honestly as would you. Anyone looking would have thought y'all have known each other forever.

✫ Vernon *song note: this song is song of all songs*

Hansol doesn't need ANY help when it comes to dating but he's similar to Wonwoo where he is very selective to who he dates. He's the type of guy if he likes somebody, he will tell them or just pursue him. I can see him being one of the most casual members when it comes to asking you to go on a date or to be his. He'd ask you what you like to do and then would say something along the lines, "oh cool, would you like to do that sometime with me?" He would be all smiles if you said sure and honestly, it would surprise some of his members how good he was at getting dates. But then again, they all were obsessed with his charms as well so????

✫ Dokyeom *song note: hot people are swarats. (Swifite x Carats)*

For the final three we are in the "they def fuck" category LOL. I know Seokmin seems like a wild card pick but hear me out. I feel like even though he is introverted, he is also outgoing and not afraid to make connections. Plus he is part of the 97 group chat and idk to me the majority of that line just drip with rizz and able to get dates. I feel like Seokmin is similar to Jeonghan where his loving personality and just how he is makes people swoon. At first you were hesitant when you first became acquainted with him. You thought he was too good to be true. When you told him that, he would be taken aback and do everything in his power to show you that he was serious about you. idk how i feel about this one, I might come back and rewrite this or do a drabble later

✫ Dino *song note: this is my husband. yes he makes baby making music.*

pls don't tell him wait~~ sorry. anywhore. LEE CHAN fucks but also is a lover boy. I could end it there but that would be boring and Dinonara's deserve better. To be fair, if it wasn't for Wait he would not have been this low but Wait was just wow. Chan just has an aura where he would be such a tease to his significant other or his future partner. I can see him being a mashup of Mingyu, Jeonghan, and Joshua. He would be such an annoying flirt and would laugh or smirk if it made you flustered. Even if it came of cocky, it worked pretty well on his behalf. His members still would tease him regardless of the outcome too.

✫ Mingyu *Song Note: :) :) :) I love this song*

Kim Mingyu. This man fucks and it's delulu to think he does not. It's honestly weird when I think about Mingyu. I mean this respectfully when I say he gives such fuck boy x house husband vibes and sometimes it pisses me off. That's an aries for you tho. LMAO. Anyways, it's almost impossible to not fall in love with Mingyu. Not only is he super attractive but he also is just genuinely so nice which is why he would not struggle. Even if it is easy for him, if he was with you. He was with. you. He would be so down bad and would constantly compliment, flirt, and just love you. It would be as simple as basic math to him.

this took so much longer than I thought it would. I hope I did it the way you wanted me too <33

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