#i’ve been wanting to make this poll for a long time

[mirrorama]

estimate! and say you currently still work at your first job, just choose how long you’ve been employed. i also understand there might be some nuance as far as maybe like promotions/transfers/etc etc etc, so feel free to explain things in the tags!

[rinsko]

okie guys i love you i must write something soon

[abnormalpsychology]

thrilling sequel to my poll from back in January

[hellowoolf]

something, somehow, someday

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series summary: you know you will love satoru for the rest of your life, but when you wake with his cursed energy in your navel there is no option but to flee. what future is there for a child of a god? at 18 satoru is without you, and you make off with a piece of him you hoped he'd never meet.

pairing: secret baby daddy!gojo x reader

tags: secret child trope, angst (lots), eventual fluff, eventual smut, hurt/comfort, a lot of yearning :P

a/n: i have a poll up on chapter length so if you have an opinion please vote! it's been tied up almost the whole way, and the poll will end around sunday. also, as always, feel free to send asks about context/content, i know i can be...sparse sometimes >:) i love you all

18+! minors dni <3

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SATORU, for his part, never resented you for leaving. he missed you almost masochistically: he dreamt of you on purpose, refused outright to forget, dragged your memory behind him, the whole comatose body of it. but soon after your leaving he failed so spectacularly at protecting amanai, and suguru defected not long after. he lost that year in totality to his own failure, to a boundless and indiscriminate wash of waste and desecration. it was everywhere. and so covered in it as he was, it was impossible to discern the particulars; your disappearance was a limb to a much larger, beastly thing. 

for a time he hated himself for losing two of the most important people in his life, though even that he had to abandon for megumi and tsumiki’s sake. by the time he had enough clarity to truly wonder why you left, he had the sense to recognize that returning to 2006 could do him no good. so no, there has been no hatred—in fact, he doesn’t think he could ever hate you—only a quiet wanting, the remainder of the ways he once loved you, and your koi fish in the stream. 

he hasn’t spent much time in this part of tokyo. shoko seems to have crested her temporary calm and dissolved again into a tremor satoru pretends not to see. she scans the neighborhood with fear and appetite in equal measure and he finds himself doing the same. she stops suddenly, remembering something.

“you should take off your blindfold.”

his brows pinch together. “ha?” it doesn’t come out cruel so much as confused.

shoko makes an expectant face: you are at my mercy. satoru continues walking as he slips a finger behind the fabric and pulls it off. “you know, it’s cruel to string me along in the dark like this. just because you know something i don’t doesn’t mean you can prey on me,” he mutters.

shoko scoffs. “you think i’m enjoying this?”

“yeah, actually, i think you are at least a little bit,” he bites.

“gojo, i have scanned medical records, cctv footage, eye witness accounts—god i got teachers at the kyoto school involved for this—”

a small grin slides over satoru’s face. “utahime?”

shoko’s annoyance persists. “i’ve put years into doing this for you and you can’t offer me the courtesy of trusting me? this one time? after i’ve done something so monumental on your behalf? jesus, gojo, you really are—”

something behind satoru’s ribs turns over once, twice, snaps open. there are teeth in his sternum. he feels it all before he sees it, the tug to square his shoulders towards something, the echo of the person he used to be bellowing something inside of him, but he can’t make any of it out. he sees his eyes first, they’re his eyes, looking over your shoulder. they look frightened; he’s never seen his own eyes so afraid before.

there are a few things satoru knows immediately and a few others that are slower on the uptake. that is his child—this point is undeniable, though there isn’t much internalization that can happen right at this moment—and you are his mother. he would know you anywhere, he would know you in the dark, he would know you senseless, and he certainly knows you like this, eyes wide open and ten yards away. your back is turned and satoru also knows, right then, that you cannot sense him yet.

the kid does, though. he looks like a ghost, embraced in your arms, an eerie reconstruction of himself at that age. satoru wonders now if everyone found him as incandescently striking looking as he now finds this child, or whether it’s because it’s his. his child. there are no words or musings in him, only this feeling, the bite of wonderment and love and hurt. the latter, he thinks, wins out on his face.

the child whispers something in your ear and your back straightens. you shake your head a little, and the movement lets satoru see the side of your face for a brief and monumental second. god, you are just as terribly lovely as the day you left. there are more whispers between you and you stand, slowly, and satoru sees that you are now terrified, too. you come all the way up before you turn.

there is only a deep breath’s worth of time spent like this: satoru, frozen on the sidewalk and as helpless as he’s ever been, you, eyes wide, refusing to panic but nonetheless knowing that everything has changed, and your baby, the siphoning of each of you, stepped now in front of your legs. and that’s the worst part, satoru thinks. yes, it may be the most awful thing to have ever happened to him that this child worries satoru may hurt you. shoko and the neighborhood fade, blurred on the periphery of this little massacre shared among the three of you.

satoru moves first. a step towards you, and then another. you don’t make to protect your son, he knows you know that you don’t have to, but the boy clings to your knee behind him, so furious somehow and so petrified, and most of all determined to keep you safe. for one of the first times in his life satoru is glad for his six eyes; he can look at you both at once.

when he arrives at the altar of your feet satoru squats to his son’s level. it occurs to him only then that he must recognize satoru as his father; if he knows at all what his own face looks like then it would be impossible to miss it. 

the belated circumstances arrive in satoru’s head; this child has cursed energy, he has a cursed technique, he’s using it right now. satoru extends a hand towards the boy slowly, pauses each time he flinches, until suddenly his palm just…stops. whatever was left holding him upright leaks out his ears now as satoru sinks all the way to his knees.

your voice, against all odds, is even. “it’s okay, takara.” takara. he slumps a little as he relaxes, but keeps a chubby arm barring your legs from moving forward. you drop to the ground anyway, tears streaming down your face, and they look like they burn.

“say something,” you plead quietly.

satoru wrenches your name from his mouth like a death rattle. “what can i say? what do you want me to say?”

you shake your head, “i don’t know, i—i’m sorry. i can’t—you were never meant to meet him.”

“and what? you were just gonna keep him from me forever?”

you almost look confused as to how he couldn’t understand. “of course i was. he is your son, satoru. if people knew they would take him,” your voice raises only a fraction, “nobody could protect him from the onslaught of people who would use him to hurt you,” your words sound like sobs, they are heartbreaking, but you continue, “it was all i could do to protect you both.”

“and what about you? what about your protection? i could have been there for you and for him—”

“satoru, stop.”

“no, be serious with me. be honest with me. don’t you owe me that?” he’s almost manic now, so angry and so devastated and it bares itself in his voice, “how could you have decided without me?”

satoru wonders if you’d be yelling at him if takara wasn’t between you, but as it is you keep two hands on your volume. “i was practically a child! and so were you! i did what i thought was best. i did it for you. how could you ever be a father? i couldn’t burden you with that responsibility, there was too much on you already!”

satoru shakes with a terrible laughter. “and yet i ended up halfway to parenthood anyway!” he exclaims.

you suck in a breath. “what does that mean?”

where does he even begin? he tries his best to keep himself human but god how could you rob him of this? “i took in two zenin kids around when suguru defected.”

this information only slows you down for a moment before your face twists again. you had heard about suguru’s defection; yaga left you a voicemail, worried he’d seek you out. it’s one of the only times you had to well and fully restrain yourself from reaching out to satoru, who had loved geto voraciously, you think. you cast the thought aside and say again, slower, “i felt like i had no options. no way out but…away. i knew what you’d do if i told you.” 

and this is by far the most devastating thing you’d said to him so far. to acknowledge how deeply he cared for you seared you both, each of you shuddering with the memory. satoru practically whispers, “i can’t believe you took this from me…took him from me.”

the words rush out of your lips faster now. “i never wanted to hurt you, not ever, and that’s why i left. i stand by that choice.” you poke your pointer finger into his chest and he lets you. “he’s gotten to live free from us.” 

satoru grabs your wrist and keeps it close, firm but gentle, still. even feeling so betrayed by a version of you gone by he seeks your touch for comfort: his fingers wrap around to your pulse to feel you living. neither of you think much about how physically familiar you remain to one another. “he has my technique.” 

you both look at takara now, the first time since you began arguing. he looks even smaller up close, satoru thinks. his hands are wrung behind his back and his toes point in but he does not look at all confused. it’s clear to the both of you that he’s understood every word, or at least the meaning, and his eyes well with the knowing but he refuses to loosen. he stands stiff as satoru tilts his head and holds his hand out, releasing your wrist.

“my name is satoru.”

~~~~~~~

YOU cannot, try as you might, reconcile satoru gojo in your living room. takara points out his various toys at your request, and satoru watches him intently, nods when takara glances up at him. shoko had slipped quietly away watching the tableau of the three of you at the park, and against your better judgment you had let satoru through your front door; the two of them are blinding, beaming in each others company despite takara’s trepidation and satoru’s lingering hurt. they kneel together on the floor while you watch from the couch, witness now to a sacred moment, trying not to move.

you’re only mildly alarmed that you still know satoru’s posture enough to know he is trying to consume as much of takara’s presence as he possibly can. he’s hunched the way he is when he eats, ingesting the sight of his son who he’s known less than an hour. and you have so much left to say to him but you are not so cruel as to rip from him this time, too.

takara is sharp, too. in between turning his wooden trains upside down and sideways in this strange, stilted performance, he asks satoru enough questions to make a running catalogue in his mind: where do you live? do you have a job? do you have parents? how long did it take to get here? and satoru’s smile, already fond, nearly takes you to an early grave.

at least, you think to yourself, you can at last put to bed your questioning: you are still in love with satoru. watching them acclimate to each other's company, for the first time in a long time, you remember what it is you gave up for takara’s sake. in taking takara from satoru you forsake him, yes, but you denied yourself these moments, too. and part of you dreads the conversations with gojo that are sure to follow, but the rest opens itself to the warmth of the two of them, splayed unceremoniously across your carpet.

still, you meant what you said before; you don’t regret your decisions. the world of jujutsu asks for takara now, and you find a small comfort in the fact that he knows, to some degree, what he would lose if he took up the post of his lineage. 

takara’s eyes are sleepy as you glance at him now.

“bubba why don’t you say goodnight to satoru and i’ll come help you wash up in a few minutes?” 

takara hesitates. “will i see him again?”

you refuse to look at gojo when he asks. “yes,” you assure him, “i promise you will.” you mean it in a way takara can feel. he drags himself away and down the hall, leaving you alone with…what would you call your relationship now?

satoru takes his time situating himself on the couch next to you. how strange it is to see him again, to be thrust into such devastating conflict, to miss him so strongly at an arm’s length. he’s more stunning than you’ve ever seen him, blindfold still off and unfurled on your coffee table.

“he’s amazing,” he breathes. 

you can’t help the small smile that makes its way onto your face. “yeah, i know.”

satoru chews a moment on his question before he asks it. “did he ever ask about me?”

you deflate a little. “don’t do that.”

“don’t do what? don’t ask? don’t i deserve to know about my son?” his hands gesticulate ahead of him. you suppose the both of you are as angry at the other as you were earlier today, which is to say not very much, you think. mostly he is hurt—he cannot hide this from you—and you, somehow, are wounded, too, and you’re both floundering watching the other lick their blood dry. satoru continues, “don’t i deserve to know whether my son needed his father?”

“needed you? i assure you, satoru, i have been more than enough for him. i’ve given up the rest of my life in service of—”

“—that’s not what i meant—”

“isn’t it?” his eyes flit across your face, he’s looking for something and you’re unsure whether he’ll find it. “aren’t you asking me how often i’ve left a gap big enough for him to miss a man he never met? how often i failed?”

“no! i—no,” gojo reaches for you on instinct but leaves his palms hovering an inch from your forearms. “it’s obvious you’ve done an amazing job with him, especially given the circumstances, but—”

“and what circumstances would those be, exactly?” you ask with no small amount of cruelty. the funny thing is, you know exactly to which realities he is referring—your financial and familial solitude—but still it stings to feel questioned by this heir to a very real monetary fortune, beyond the immense power already bequeathed to him. “i may have wanted for things, gojo, but takara never has.”

bluer than anything human, satoru’s eyes look devastated, taken by gravity down his face. “don’t call me that.”

you purse your lips. “i just…” something vicious and sharp dissipates into the air, the both of you taking a breath, softly. “i’ve worked so hard to be proud of the way i have parented him.” satoru nods you on. “it’s not that i don’t want you in his life, i mean—i don’t think there was ever a moment when i didn’t want that at least a little bit. i can’t tell you how many times i wanted you to be there. but i feel…” you reach for him this time, resting a palm lightly on the back of his hand. “a little afraid, i guess,” you whisper.

satoru lets your admission flower in the silence a moment before he smiles, tiny and wry. “afraid of me?”

“yes,” you breathe. the white gleam of his hair bounces in the lamplight. “because everything is different.” you feel the steeled tension melt a little; you want to be honest with him, more than anything. “it feels a little bit like you’ve spoiled everything.”

satoru nods a little again, sober. “maybe i have.”

and your next confession will sound to satoru like a promise, you know it will, but it finds its way out anyway: “i can’t deny you him now, can i?”

“not without being terrible.”

you laugh something watery and real. “yeah, i guess not.” 

a silence consumes you both again, but it’s no longer hostile, the both of you too exhaustedly malleable  for anything more charged now. 

in the soft sounds of your apartment you are given the space to notice that you have an urge to ask about satoru’s life now. you don’t think you are capable of philosophizing more on your choices and the unyielding consequences tonight, and he’s seen now—at the cost, maybe, of your sanity—what your life has been in your six years away. and you suspect it may hurt you somehow to know more concretely how he’s lived in your absence, but the day has been long. you are tired. you allow yourself this luxury.

“you said you…adopted two kids? is that right?”

“i—yeah,” satoru says, surprised in a gentle sort of way, “they were collateral from a mission that summer.”

you soften even further at the thought of satoru growing into guardianship at the same time you did. something catches in your lungs. “how old are they now?”

satoru smiles at the thought of them. “the little one, megumi—a pain, honestly, and so mean to me—will be ten this year. tsumiki is three years older. i sometimes forget it, though. she acts so much like a little adult,” he laughs softly.

“i’d like to meet them,” you admit.

“i want you to, too,” satoru says, almost too fondly. you preen a little in it anyway.

“do they live on campus with you?”

“no, no. i tried that at the beginning but it felt…i don’t know, inappropriate? i got an apartment as close by as i could, and i stay there as often as i can.”

you hum. “you seem…” you have to look for the right words, “suited to this.”

“are you surprised?” he scoffs, not unkindly.

“i don’t know, i guess so,” you admit with a grin. a little teasing. a time capsule.

“i’m very mature now,” satoru says back.

and because the only secret you could ever keep from satoru was ruined this afternoon, you confess: “the you i have in my head has been from when you were 18. all this time has passed and—” you tilt your head back and forth slightly, “—and you haven’t aged in my mind at all. not until today, all at once.”

satoru’s eyes on you warm your cheeks and you can’t bring yourself to feel embarrassed, not really for anything. “and?”

you narrow your eyes. “and what?”

“am i still as wonderful all grown up?”

the laugh that comes from you is real. “that’s yet to be determined, actually.”

“smart girl,” he says, you hope without thinking. the quiet asserts itself again.

all these years later, you find yourself still intimately familiar with the choices satoru makes in your company. when he moves, and how: all of it has been in his own image, a predictable force. you have never flinched when he has reached for you, in part because you are unafraid, but also because you have always seemed to know when he wanted to move his hands.

but you are rendered entirely still as you realize—your mind is a moment behind you—that satoru is holding you, now. 

his arms are so warm you almost want to tear them from your body. instead—fool and terminally lovesick that you are—you press your forehead to the cradle of his neck and breathe the scent of him in. nothing has been settled tonight, not really, but neither of you move to acknowledge it, lest this sacrosanct handful of seconds be broken. you merely allow the bruising grip of his elbows around your biceps, the claw of your fingers around his sides, to hold.

tomorrow teases you from below the skyline. it’s only beginning to darken to evening but still you are confronted with the passing of time, with the reality of today. 

though you remember, here in his grasp, one of the things you used to love so much about pressing up against a supernova like satoru; all other light fades, and the darkness, too, is gobbled up. time stops for a moment, you think, a withholding of breath as the sun stalls in its burial below the city. you allow yourself to forget temporarily about the fact that you have no idea what to do, of how to continue living on top of the remains of this life you crafted so carefully, and push your nose further into satoru’s shoulder.  he whispers into your hair, so quiet you wonder if it isn’t meant for you: “i missed you.”

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[aurorawritestoescape]

PERFECT || Joel Miller x f!reader

Summary: Joel comforts you and helps you to overcome your insecurities, pampering you with praise and love.

Tw: 18+ mdni smut, fluff, hurt/comfort period fic, daddy dom/little girl dynamic, soft!Joel in love, reader’s on her period, emotional trauma bc of an asshole ex, insecure reader, protective Joel, daddy kink, praise kink, pet names- little girl, baby, babygirl, sweetie, dry humping, f!masturbation, mentions of f!oral, m!oral, bulge worship, cum eating, swearing.

Word count: 3,4k

A/n: I missed writing super soft daddy Joel. Also he won in my poll so I’m posting this fic first like a good girl😇 Big thank you to @twiztedlaces for the request 💞 I’m sorry that it took me so long. Hope you’ll like the story. Kisses to @milla-frenchy for beta-ing💋 Dividers by @/saradika-graphics 🌸

MASTERLIST || more daddy Joel

“Daddy, no,”

you whine, reluctantly sliding out of Joel’s embrace, inching away, putting some distance between him and you on the bed. He’s just come from work, still in his dress shirt and slacks, his tie loosened, but his hands are already all over you. It always warms your heart how he hurries to you as soon as he returns, as if he’s finally home only when you’re pressed to his chest. But today everything feels wrong. You feel wrong.

“What is it, baby?” Joel asks with a worried expression on his handsome face. The sunset makes him look ethereal, his features are almost glowing in the golden light. You’d love to kiss every inch of that face but instead you pull your knees to your chest and curl into a ball.

Joel’s honey eyes slide over your body, searching for a reason for your unusual behavior.

“Are you sick?” He sits closer and presses his lips to your forehead.

You mumble a quiet ‘no’ and squirm away, closer to the headboard, further from him. You hate how miserable he looks now, his puppy eyes sad and confused. He plants his hand on the bed and leans towards you, his gaze begging for an explanation.

“I’m sorry. I can’t today. I’m — erm…,” you stumble on words, your cheeks hot, your gaze downcast.

Joel is staring at you for a few seconds, giving you time to continue, not rushing you. He sits up slowly, trying not to spook you. You can feel his nervousness in the air, it sticks to your skin, makes your heart ache with guilt.

“Please, tell me what’s wrong, babygirl. So I could help.”

“It’s —.”

Joel scooches closer to you and tentatively takes your hand in his. His big palm engulfs your little hand completely and the warmth spreads in your belly from his gentle touch. Joel starts speaking, carefully choosing his words, his voice soft,

“If it’s about our setup… I’ll understand if you want to stop or …to make any changes.”

You’ve been together not for long, been living together for a few weeks, but this time has been nothing but wonderful. Joel’s been doting on you, pampering you with love and affection. He was perfect and you hate that now he’s searching for a problem in your relationship.

“I’ve gotten my period,” you blurt out and he widens his eyes at you.

“Period,” he repeats, slowly nodding. “Oh, are you hurting?”

“Yeah, a little. But it’s not that.”

“What is it then, babygirl?”

You sigh, tracing circles on the back of his big hand with a pad of your finger.

“You don’t have to touch me right now. When I’m —like this.”

“What? Have to? No, I want to.”

His brows furrowed, Joel carefully pulls you into his arms, studying your face for any sign of discomfort. You don’t fight it and lean against his broad chest, taking a deep breath of his scent, while your anxiety is leaving your body bit by bit.

His soft husky voice asks above your head,

“Why wouldn’t I want you, little girl? Have I done anything to make you think that? I never meant to.”

You shake your head and wrap your arms tightly around his torso, your nose pressed to his neck.

“No, you’ve never done anything wrong, daddy. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry, baby. I just want to understand.”

“It’s my ex — ,” you pause, hating to call that man anything but a bad word. “He never wanted to touch me when I had my special days. Wouldn’t even hug me. Said it was disgusting.”

“Motherfucker!”

“Daddy!” You gasp, gawking up at him, a little smile curving your lips.

“I’m sorry for cursing, sweetie, but what the hell is wrong with him?”

Joel takes your face in his warm hands, his eyes searching for yours.

“Listen to me. There’s nothing disgusting about you. Never! How could he—?” he pauses, gritting his teeth and glaring away in anger. A vein is bulging on his neck and his protective nature makes your pussy tingle.

As you’re staring up at him with heart eyes, Joel takes a deep breath to calm down, and looks at you again.

“You’re perfect, and I’ll always want you. I’ll be by your side any day of the month, my little girl.”

“Thank you, daddy,” you whisper with a grateful smile, melting under his warm gaze like ice cream under the summer sun.

“Does my baby want to cuddle? I promise to behave,” he adds with a wink and you nod eagerly, butterflies dancing in your belly.

“Give me a second.”

Joel gets up and you watch him discard his office clothes and put on a tee and a pair of grey sweatpants.

When he climbs on the bed and lies down next to you, you find your place under his arm, your head on his shoulder. You breathe out a happy sigh and Joel kisses the top to your head before asking,

“Do you want anything? Food, a drink maybe?”

“No, I’m good. I’m glad you’re here with me.”

You put your bent leg over his thigh and press your whole body close to his. Joel’s chest is rising and falling slowly, his warmth gives you peace and, caged in his arms, you feel loved and wanted.

His hand heavy on your hip, his big body flush against yours, his scent enveloping you — all the sensations stir up a fire deep inside you. You tilt your hips and absentmindedly grind your clothed pussy against his thigh.

Joel hums and you hear a smile in his voice when he asks, “Sure you don’t need anything, babygirl?

Only then your mind realizes what your body has been craving since the moment Joel came home, and you hide your face in his chest, feeling shy. You can’t hide how much you crave him. Your murmur is hardly audible.

“I need you, daddy.”

Joel pinches your chin with two fingers and tilts your head up. You breathe in sharply when his dark eyes meet yours. He leans in and kisses you, his tongue breaches your lips and licks inside your whimpering mouth.

Joel pushes you gently on your back and deepens the kiss. His hand is pressed to your lower belly, sharing his warmth like the best heating pad, until it slides down, and he cups your covered pussy.

“Daddy,” you whine into his mouth and Joel echoes you with a guttural groan.

He parts from your lips, and hovers over your face, visibly trying not to lose control over his growing desire.

“Do you want me to make you feel good, sweetie?”

You feel the anxiety crawl back up your throat and start breathing fast, your eyes filing with panic again.

“I — I don’t know. I…”

“Shh, baby. It’s ok. We don’t have to do anything.”

“No, daddy, I want you,” you whine, your voice shaky, “But I don’t know how we can— if I’m— like this— oh, daddy. I’m so sorry.”

“Hey, hey.” Joel hugs you tightly, keeping you grounded to him, containing your anxiety that threatens to swallow you whole.

After a few moments, he reaches for your face and starts leaving kisses on your nose, your lips, your cheeks, your fluttering eyes.

“Let me help you, please. What that man did to you... Fucker. I wish I could make you feel different. Can I try, babygirl?”

You think for a few seconds and then give Joel a shy nod.

“Tell me if it’s too much and I’ll stop, ok? " he coos, rubbing your cheek with his thumb.

“Yes, daddy.”

“Good girl.”

Joel gives you a reassuring smile before his lips press to yours again. His elbow is planted on the bed next to your shoulder, his plush lips are moving against yours. He sucks on your tongue and you moan while your hands are roaming his broad back, his muscular arms. Soon you start squirming under him, the ache between your legs getting too strong to ignore.

As if sensing your impatience, Joel covers your sex with his warm hand and murmurs,

“I’m gonna take your shorts off, ok?”

Your breathey ‘yes’ gives him a green light and he pulls them down and off your legs.

Joel’s hand returns to the apex of your thighs and now only your panties and a pad stand between his hand and your pussy.

He gently massages it and you breathe heavily, relishing the light stimulation but it’s not enough.

“Baby,” Joel rubs your nose with his and whispers, “what if I take your panties off as well? Will you let me?”

“But… the blood..”

“Don’t worry, I’ll put a towel on the bed. What do you say?”

You look into his warm eyes and feel how much you trust him in your soul.

”Ok, daddy.”

Joel gets up to grab a towel and you notice a big bulge, tenting his sweats. You lick your lips, craving a taste.

When Joel returns, he sits on his knees by your side and carefully places the towel under you. Then he hooks his thumbs under the waistband of your panties and, after a nod from you, slowly slides them down your legs.

It's your first day so the flow isn't heavy, but embarrassment overtakes you again, and you cover your face with your hands, keeping your legs closed.

For a few seconds you hear nothing except for your booming heart until Joel presses a soft kiss on the back of your hand and you peek at him from between your fingers.

"Can I see your pretty face, baby?"

You lower your hands and shily look up at him. Joel gives you a reassuring smile and commands,

"Now be a good girl and show daddy your sweet pussy."

You bite your lip, a mixture of arousal and fear coursing through your body, but his kindness, the desire in his gaze give you the needed courage and you slowly part your legs.

“Here she is,” Joel coos, lovingly staring at your cunt. “As beautiful as ever. My pretty flower.”

A smile spreads across your face and you breathe out with relief.

Joel leans down and kisses you, still kneeling, as if praying, but instead of gods he praises you, his girl who needs him more than air right now. Needs his adoration, his reassurance, his love.

You’re swept away by the kiss, passion and hunger are woven into every stroke of his lips. Your body lights up when his hand finds your cunt again and his thumb tentatively rubs your swollen clit. All the fears and worries evaporate when he starts caressing your pussy, lust rules over you now, your pleasured moans and whimpers ring loudly in the darkening bedroom.

Joel presses his forehead to yours and watches your face twist in pleasure, while his fingers are twirling your sensitive bud.

“You like it, little girl—?“ he whispers against your lips, “when daddy plays with your pussy like that?”

Your soft moan is the best answer. Joel gives you an adoring smile and his lips start tracing a soft path from your lips, down to your neck, then they reach your chest and he nuzzles it, pushing your top up and out of the way.

Your breasts are freed from the confines of the clothes and Joel latches on your nipple. It pebbles in his hot mouth, under the caress of his tongue.

“Ahhh, yes, daddy,” you sing and Joel growls against your tits.

You’re on cloud nine with his fingers rubbing your wet clit, his tongue swirling around your nipple, then around the other, his facial hair deliciously tickling the delicate skin of your breasts. You run your fingers through his silky curls, his name soft on your lips, but suddenly the pleasure gets too overwhelming and you lightly pull the hair on his nape.

Joel stops his ministrations this very second, his mouth leaves your breasts, and he searches for your eyes, his own gaze concerned and worried.

“Have I hurt you, baby? What’s wrong?”

“You haven’t, daddy, it feels so good but … can I get a kiss?”

Joel beams at you, his smile warms your heart.

“Of course, sweetie.”

He kisses you and you grab onto him as if you’re going to float away. His hand is on your mound, his lips moving sensually against yours.

He parts from you to whisper,

“She’s so wet and warm. Can I kiss her too?”

You know he’s talking about your pussy, beating in his hand, but the insecurities are rooted deep inside you, so you shake your head ‘no’ with a sorry expression.

“It’s fine, babygirl,” Joel comforts you. “Next time. Today daddy’s gonna use only his fingers, yes?”

“Please.”

Joel starts again slowly. Giving you time to adjust to the pleasure, get ready to a bright release, he lightly traces your seam, his pads drawing patterns on your soft folds, and when you whine a weak ‘daddy‘ only then his fingers dive between your pussy lips and start dancing over your clit.

Joel’s face inches from yours, he drinks in every single sign of your pleasure- the way your lips part, soft gasps and moans escaping them again and again, the fluttering of your lashes before your eyes roll back and you bite on your lower lip.

”Damn, wish it was my mouth down there,” Joel gruffs, his obsidian eyes half-lidded. ”My tongue misses your sweet hole, misses you coming on it.”

“Ahhh, daddy, I’m gonna —“

“Yes, let it go. For me, baby, for your perfect pussy.”

His mouth covers your tit again and he sucks on your nipple hard. The combination of his dirty talk, his fingers massaging your clit, his lips wrapped around your bud pushes you over the precipice and you cry out as your body trembles with ecstasy, your pussy pulses against Joel’s hand and you feel wetness slide down from your fluttering hole. Is it cum or blood, you don’t care - an ocean of bliss that Joel is giving you has washed your anxiety away, only euphoria and love fill up your chest and mind.

It feels like your orgasm lasts forever with Joel prolonging it tirelessly, his mouth and fingers playing your body like the most exquisite instrument, and he stops only when you whine with overstimulation.

You’re catching your breath, limbs tingling, eyes closing by themselves, and Joel kisses your forehead and pulls you into his arms.

“Sleep, babygirl, get some rest.”

The bedroom is dark now, illuminated only by the nightstand lamp, and you’re about to drift off but then you feel Joel hard against your thigh and your eyes snap open.

“Daddy! What about you?!”

“What about me, baby?” He chuckles. “Don’t worry your pretty head. I’ll be fine.”

You furrow your brows at him, eyes still droopy but your voice determined.

“No, daddy. I want to make you feel good too.”

You see him open his mouth to protest but you press your finger to his lips and beg,

“Please, daddy. I want him in my mouth.”

Joel growls and kisses your finger on his lips.

“He wants it too, sweetie.”

His words are soft but you hear desire loud in the way his chest rumbles with every word.

Joel leans against the headboard and you settle between his legs, your elbows planted on the bed, the towel under your pussy. You know that eating him will make you unbearably horny again so you bunch up the towel to make it perfect for humping.

A mischievous smile twists your lips and you moan wantonly when you notice a dark stain on his huge bulge.

”See what you’re doing to me, babygirl? How can you be anything but perfect?” Joel breathes out and bucks his hips, not shy about your effect on him. He’s about to pull the sweats down but you stop his hand and lightly shake your head. You press your face against the big lump and nuzzle it gently.

“What are you doing there, little girl?” Joel coos at you, feigning composure, but his voice is strained with need.

You give him a mischievous smile before your mouth opens up and you lick the fabric, tasting the saltiness of Joel’s precum, and then nudge his clothed hard-on with your tongue.

“I love feeling you like this, daddy,” you purr seductively and Joel moans.

“Fuckkkk, naughty girl.” He takes your head between his hands and slowly moves his hips up and down, grinding his stiff bulge against your tongue, your lips and your chin. The dark stain grows bigger now, your drooling mouth and his leaking cock soaking the sweats generously, but soon the edging makes Joel grit his teeth.

“Baby, quit it. Daddy needs his cock sucked.”

He’s been so sweet to you today, so supportive, you decide to be bratty some other day. You look up at him with your innocent doe eyes and breathe out,

“Yes, daddy.”

He impatiently tugs his pants and boxers down and his big gorgeous cock springs free, drops of precum flying everywhere. One lands on your lower lip and you lick it off with a hum before leaning down and tracing the underside of his length with the tip of your tongue. Slowly. Too slowly.

“Baby,” Joel rumbles with a warning and you apologetically bat your lashes at him and give into his desire.

You wrap your lips around his tip and suck on it gently for a few moments, gliding your tongue back and forth over the sensitive slit. Then you take him deeper into the hot cavern of your mouth, careful not to hurt him.

“Oh, baby, oh, yeah.”

Joel’s thumbs are rubbing your temples while his hands are guiding you, setting the rhythm, when you start bobbing your head up and down the stiff rod of his cock.

You love sucking Joel off, seeing him gone with pleasure, but what makes your pussy drip is the sounds he always makes. He doesn’t hide his ecstasy, and now he’s moaning, singing how well you’re blowing him, voice gruff but needy at the same time.

He hums softly when you caress his heavy balls and praises you so much, you wish you could suck his cock forever. Love for him grows in your belly and confidence blooms in your chest. You make him happy, you make this perfect man happy.

Your hips start moving by themselves and your pussy grinds against the soft towel. The fibers gently stimulate your clit while Joel is making love to your mouth and to your soul with his sweet words.

“Oh, yes, baby, yes—jus’ like that— so good to me— my little girl. This mouth is heaven. Ah, yes, right there, sweetie, suckle on it. Good girl. You’re perfect… perfect...”

Joel grunts and his bliss starts filling your mouth. Your own pleasure on hold, you focus on his release. His balls twitch in your hand and you slightly pull away to let his cock spill all the cum directly onto your tongue. You want to savor his taste, feel the weight of his load fully before you swallow it all in small gulps.

When his cock gives you everything to the last drop, Joel closes his eyes and rests his head against the headboard, his chest rising and falling heavily, his lips curled into a smile.

“Wow, that was —,” he pants and then looks down at you, sitting on your heels between his legs, licking your lips like a well fed cat.

“C’mere.”

His arms open up and you tentatively climb on his lap.

“But daddy… my pussy..”

”Shush, babygirl. She’s perfect and I want you both close to me.”

He pulls you down onto his chest and you wrap your arms around his waist, snuggling up to his broadness.

“I love you, daddy,” you whisper with a happy smile, filling your lungs with his scent, your heart with his love. Joel kisses the top of your head and squeezes you lightly in his arms, emphasizing his words,

“I love you too, baby. Always.”

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[shyoko]

☆Mornings with Enhypen. ☆

This writing is my own; no copies, adaptations, or translations are allowed. (English is not my first language.)

hii! I know last time I did a poll about what chapter you wanted, and the most voted one was a Sunghoon oneshot. I’ve got most of it written, but I’m trying to write the smut part, and I just can’t, lol. I’m not good at writing that kind of thing; I’m more into soft stuff, as you’ve probably already seen. So I ask for a bit of patience while I try to figure out how to write it. Thanks for waiting and for your support! XD

Still, since I don't want to leave you without a chapter, here’s this one. I hope you like it! love u ❤❤❤

Heeseung☆!

Ah, he really wakes up late and hates when you pull away from him while he’s resting, as he finds it impossible to sleep without the warmth of your body against his.

When your alarm interrupted your deep sleep, you couldn’t do anything but turn it off and decide to get out of bed to make it to work on time.

But something stopped you from leaving the bed: Heeseung’s long, strong arms, trapping you against his body. A soft groan escaped his lips. "It’s too early, baby. Come back to sleep for me, okay?" he asked tenderly.

"Baby, you know I can’t, I have to get to work soon," you replied, trying to break free from his strong grip. With some effort, you managed to free yourself and sat up.

The bed shifted right behind you, where Heeseung had been sleeping soundly. He had now sat up comfortably, watching you change. "Baby, rest. You still have a few hours before you have to get up," you said sweetly, trying to get him to rest a little longer.

"You know I can't sleep without you," he said with a pout on his lips and his arms crossed.

"You're such a crybaby, Hee," you said with a playful smile.

jay☆!

He usually wakes up early and makes breakfast for both of you while you get up and get ready for work.  

 Your body turned in bed, instinctively seeking the warmth of your boyfriend. But it was in vain. There was no warm figure there to embrace you. A soft hum came from the kitchen, and peace returned to your body. For a moment, you feared he had already left for work, like so many mornings, leaving you alone to get ready. You hated that. You loved sharing mornings with him.

You got up and walked to the kitchen, where the silhouette of your boyfriend moved naturally as he cooked. On the stove, the sweet scent of pancakes filled the air. Without thinking twice, you approached him and wrapped your arms around his waist, resting your head on his bare back. His body gave a slight jolt but quickly relaxed. A soft laugh vibrated in his chest before he took one of your hands and lifted it to kiss the back of it gently.

"How did my baby sleep?" he asked sweetly, turning off the stove. "You should go get dressed while I finish breakfast," he added in his raspy voice, still heavy from just waking up. He loved pampering you in every way possible, but taking care of you in the mornings was, without a doubt, one of his favorites.

Jake☆!

As soon as you wake up, he notices the lack of warmth in the bed and decides to follow you around the house like a little puppy as you go through your morning routine.

 You wake up carefully, gently moving Jake’s limbs that are still tangled with yours. His embrace gives you an incomparable warmth, the kind that makes it so hard to leave behind each morning.

The moment he feels the absence of your body, his hand reaches out across the bed, searching for the warmth that was there just moments ago. His eyes, still heavy with sleep, slowly open until they find you. A smile lights up his face as he sees you are still nearby.

It doesn’t take more than a minute before he gets up and follows you around the house. Jake can’t stand being away from you, especially not at this hour. Every time you stop—whether to brush your teeth or have breakfast—his instincts lead him to find you. Without hesitation, he snuggles against your back, wrapping his arms around your waist and resting his head on your shoulder. From time to time, he lets out soft sighs and leaves gentle kisses on your neck.

In the mornings, he’s not much for words. The only things you’ll hear from him are whispers of "I love you" and the occasional groan when you try to move away. Jake is so affectionate that, until you walk out the door, his arms will stay wrapped around you

Sunghoon☆!

Sunghoon and you always open your eyes at the same time in the morning. He loves sharing a morning routine with you so much that he will wake up hours before his work starts just to be with you.

 Your mornings are always romantic and sweet. As you open your eyes and turn to Sunghoon, you expect to find his still sleepy face, the one you’ve come to adore so much. When your gazes meet, a small laugh escapes both of you, filling the room with warmth.

You stretch your arms and legs, trying to shake off the sleep, but Sunghoon wastes no time. Before you can move too much, he’s already wrapped you in his arms, showering your face with soft kisses. His small laughs between each kiss make you smile, turning the morning into an even more special moment.

From the moment you both wake up, everything is done together. Preparing breakfast, eating, brushing your teeth, showering... any routine becomes lighter when you’re with each other. Between each task, Sunghoon finds ways to show his affection: little nudges with his hips, his fingers intertwined with yours, stolen kisses on any exposed part of your skin.

He may not be as affectionate outside the house, but in the intimacy of your home, all his shyness disappears. There, Sunghoon becomes the most loving and clingy version of himself, holding onto you as if he never wants to let you go.

Sunoo☆!

He manipulates you a lot with his tenderness and affection to get you to wake up early so he can enjoy your presence in the morning, something you're clearly incapable of denying. 

 Your peaceful sleep is interrupted by soft lips scattering little kisses across your face, accompanied by sweet whispers from a voice you'd recognize even from miles away.

You slowly open your eyes, finding your boyfriend hovering over you. As soon as he notices you're awake, his smile widens immediately.

"Good morning, angel," he greets you with his cheerful and energetic tone. You wonder how someone can look so cute and be so lively at six in the morning. But the answer is obvious: because it's Sunoo.

"Angel, I know it’s early, but… if you don’t have breakfast with me, I’ll have a terrible day," he pouts slightly, giving you small nudges to encourage you to get up. "Come on… do it for me, okay?" Hope shines in his voice.

And of course, you end up giving in. You have breakfast with him while he enthusiastically tells you about his day’s schedule, how much he’ll miss you, and, of course, how much he loves you. He won’t let you back in bed until you give him his goodbye kiss at the door.

Jungwon☆!

Many times, you love to pamper him by bringing him breakfast in bed, knowing how much he adores it. He works so hard—what else could you do? Plus, his big smile when he sees the breakfast is the best thing you’ve ever seen.

 You wake up earlier than usual, worried about Jungwon, who has recently been rushing off to work without having breakfast. You know that’s not good for him, and it concerns you that he might feel dizzy or weak throughout the day. So, you carefully prepare his favorite breakfast and place it on a small portable table.

You head towards the bedroom, planning to wake him gently. When you enter, you see him peacefully sleeping in bed. You approach, softly touching his shoulder to wake him up.

When his eyes open, the first thing he sees is you, holding the delicious breakfast and smiling, which makes his heart melt instantly. In that moment, he can’t help but think how lucky he is to have you by his side, to have someone who does all of this for him, no matter what.

He sits up slowly, places the breakfast aside, and with a gentle movement, takes your wrist, pulling you towards him. Surprised, you fall onto his chest, and in that moment, his hand caresses your hair tenderly. Then, he leans towards your ear and whispers softly, but with deep emotion: “What have I done to deserve you, my love?”

Ni-ki☆!

Waking up Ni-ki is one of the most complicated missions, he loves the morning battle that forms when you try to wake him up and he resists over and over again.

 You wake up as you do every morning, knowing that the large body resting beside you will not help you get up early or have a quiet morning.

As soon as you move, he knows what’s coming and, as usual, covers himself with the blanket all the way up to his head, blocking any attempts to wake him with light or old tricks.

"Oh no, don’t start like every morning, Riki. Get up before I pull you out of bed," you say, knowing that the war has just begun. His laughter starts to fill the room, enjoying the morning game that always gets him out of bed, and he’s having way more fun than he should.

"Alright, you asked for it," you exclaim determinedly. You push his blanket-covered body toward the floor, but nothing happens. The blanket shifts with the force of his laughter. You won’t give up that easily, so you go for plan B: you jump on him without warning, making him lose all the air and a surprised groan mixes with more laughter.

"Oh, come on," you say, pretending to be tired of the situation, although deep down you love these moments with him. You grab the ends of the blanket and pull it down to his shoulders, face to face with him while you’re still on top. Riki’s smile is so wide that a wave of butterflies flutters in your stomach. His hands caress the sides of your face, pulling you towards him for a sweet, long kiss—a kiss that you knew would stay with you all day long.

❤❤❤

[sumju]

Hey guys!

I saw the results of the poll, and most of you want me to post it 💖 so that’s what I’m going to do. Reminder! It will only be the first part of the chapter! It’s over 80 images now 😆 and like I mentioned before, I wrote this chapter way too long, so it will be a very lengthy chapter by the end. I really need to get better at that in the future 😆

I also thought I could show you the new cover⬆️💖

Before I continue, I want to say that I’m very grateful that you’ve been so understanding and patient. I felt guilty for a long time because this is taking me so long, but you’ve always been so supportive and I just wanted to say thank you for that 💖

Right now I’m struggling with how I’m going to post it, and I want to ask you for some advice.

The way I want you to read this is like reading a webtoon, where you scroll down instead of reading it page by page. The reason I’m making the comic like this is because I prefer the look this way, and also because of the plans I have for the comic in the future. If I want to accomplish what I imagine I can’t do it in the normal way, if that makes sense. It won’t have the same effect.

I could also consider making both webtoon format & comic format, but that will take a lot more editing.

Because I post so many pages at once, I worry that it won’t be as exciting for you and potentially new readers if you’re always able to see spoilers. That’s why I’m debating on posting on a new site or make my own.

I know Fanon does this, but I’ve never used it before. Do you have any experience with that site? There’s always Patreon or maybe substack, but I’ve never used those before either. Or again, I could make my own website where I post the comic (But I haven’t done that before .. either 🙈).. 🫠

If you have any advice, suggestions or preferences, please let me know in the comments 🙏🏻 I would really like to hear your thoughts🫶🏻

[mononijikayu]

marry you — ryomen sukuna.

Sukuna stared at him for a long moment, his face a mix of confusion and disbelief. "You want me to propose... during a football practice?" Yuji nodded enthusiastically, as if it were the best idea in the world. "Yeah! It’s unexpected, and you’ll have the whole team there! Megs and Norbs can help out too! Everyone will be pumped, and the atmosphere will be amazing!" Sukuna groaned, leaning his head back against the couch. "That’s... quite possibly the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard."

GENRE: alternate universe - modern au!;

WARNING/S: safe for work (sfw), fluff, family, slice of life, family dynamic, light hearted, domestic, romance, banter, humour, physical touch, happy ending, hurt/comfort, depictions of family dynamic, depiction of anxiety, depiction of slice of life, boyfriend! sukuna, amnesiac! girlfriend! reader, domestic uncle sukuna!, nephew!yuji, i love you nephew!yuji;

WORD COUNT: 7.4k words

NOTE: the people have spoken and ryomen sukuna won my poll (again!!!)~ this is the final (maybe) installment of amnesia and a day in a life . reader and sukuna have been together for a while after this. they're much happier and healthy here. yuji loves his unckuna and auntie!!! anyway, i hope you enjoy it. i had a ball writing this because i just, this was fun. seeing sukuna be silly. anyway i love you all!!! see you in the next one <3 also @midnight-138, this is for you, im sorry for my angsty writing <3

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THERE WAS NEVER A TIME IN HIS LIFE THAT ANYTHING WAS NOT MEASURED. Ryomen Sukuna had always lived by the belief that precision and decisiveness were the cornerstones of strength. His brother, Jin, was the opposite in that regard.

Jin was easygoing, someone who flowed through life with a relaxed confidence. That’s how he had ended up casually taking his wife Kaori’s name without a second thought after marriage, something that had never sat well with Sukuna. 

It wasn’t that Sukuna found it disrespectful; rather, he simply couldn't understand how someone could relinquish a piece of themselves so easily. To Sukuna, names held power, identity, and control. They were not to be changed on a whim.

And most of all, it was who he was. If his brother was going to let the name die, who would continue it? Yet maybe, that’s besides the point. Because it wasn’t the point.

The point was this — Ryomen Sukuna found himself in an unusual position, plagued by doubt. Unlike his brother, who easily adapted and made decisions without looking back, Sukuna was being dragged through an internal war, and this was uncharted territory for him.

He had always been sure—sure of his choices, sure of his actions, sure of his strength. Whether in battle or in the mundane aspects of life, he operated with an unshakable conviction. It had defined him for so long.

Except now, with the ring in his hand, everything felt different. 

For months, Sukuna had been reduced to a more fragile version of himself, struggling with emotions he thought he had long buried, emotions he used to scoff at as weakness.

But this—this wasn’t a trivial matter, not something he could merely slice through with a sharp blade or dismiss with his usual unyielding demeanor. This wasn’t about power or domination. It was about vulnerability, commitment, and the gravity of the choice he was about to make.

The ring wasn’t just a symbol; it was a testament to something far deeper. Sukuna had never hesitated before. But for the first time, he was wrestling with fear—the fear of being vulnerable, of giving a piece of himself away, just as his brother had done so easily. But was it really a weakness? Or had he, all this time, misunderstood the strength it took to let someone in?

He had bought it months ago. A shimmering band, simple yet unmistakably meaningful, one that carried the weight of everything he had come to feel for you. Every glance, every brush of your hand, every laugh—each moment had woven itself into the threads of his existence. And now, here he was, staring at this small, ridiculous piece of jewelry like it was the most dangerous object in the world.

He wanted to propose.

He had never wanted anything so badly in his life. He wanted to tell you, to kneel (a position he never imagined himself in) and offer you the promise of forever. The thought was absurd, wasn’t it? Him kneeling before someone?

Yet for you, the idea seemed... right. He didn’t just want you; he wanted to spend the rest of his days making you happy, something he had never imagined himself capable of until you.

And that’s what drove him mad.

He didn’t know how to do it. How was a man like him supposed to express something so fragile? Words weren’t his strong suit, and even if he could gather them, they always seemed to fall short when it came to you. How could he ever explain the storm of emotions, the way you’d carved a place for yourself in his blackened heart? The very thought of it made his fingers clenched into fists.

The timing, too—it was never right. Every time he thought he might do it, something held him back. What if he wasn’t enough? What if, despite everything, you said no? The ring burned in his pocket like a curse of its own, a reminder of everything he wasn’t sure he deserved.

Ryomen Sukuna who’s been in delinquent clubs, who’s been the most fearsome wrestler and now undefeated weightlifter — who has done anything, and yet never been frightened. Not at all. But proposing to you? That terrified him.

Sukuna wasn’t used to nerves, but ever since he bought that ring, they seemed to follow him everywhere. And as much as he hated to admit it, Sukuna was struggling. So, he decided he was going to get this over with—no more overthinking. How hard could it be, really? It was just a proposal. 

Attempt one: At dinner.

The scene was set. A quiet, candlelit dinner at your favorite restaurant. It was your birthday. No perfect day, right? It was everything that you could ever want. It was intimate, it was heartfelt and it was just completely perfect.

Ryomen Sukuna had been uncharacteristically calm the whole night, which should have tipped you off that something was up. Between bites of your meal, you saw him fiddling with something in his pocket. Your face scrunches at the sight of him. And then your boyfriend cleared his throat—a sound that, for someone as confident as him, felt almost foreign.

“So, baby….” he began, trying to sound casual, but his voice cracked just a bit. “How would you feel about spending the rest of your life—”

Suddenly, the waiter appeared with a massive tray of dessert samples.

“Would you like to try our seasonal—”

Sukuna glared at the waiter, his red eye twitching as the moment slipped through his fingers. You tried to stifle your laugh as the waiter, completely oblivious, kept talking about tiramisu. Sukuna nearly cursed the man on the spot, but instead, he dropped the conversation. That’s just as one would say — strike one.

Attempt two: Movie night.

Alright, he thought, a more relaxed setting would be better. Just you, him, and some stupid romantic movie you insisted on watching. This was just as intimate as the first one, but maybe a little bit more animated. Still, it was just between you two.

He thinks you would love it like this. The ring was ready in his hoodie pocket, and halfway through the movie, as the cheesy proposal scene played out on the screen, he thought, This is it. This is the moment.

But just as he leaned closer to you, reaching for the ring, the actor on screen dropped to one knee in front of the actress, who acted stunned. Everyone around the actors gasped and started freaking out and clapping. You groaned, rolling your eyes at the absurdity of it.

“Oh my god, if anyone ever proposed to me like that!” you laughed, shaking your head. “I’m sorry baby, but I ain’t that gal. I’d die of second-hand embarrassment.”

Your boyfriend Sukuna froze, hand halfway to his pocket, and quickly pretended he was just stretching. He slumped back on the couch, gritting his teeth.

Not like that, got it.

Attempt three: At the gym.

This was it. No more romantic crap—just you and him doing something you both enjoyed. He’d taken you to the gym, your regular workout routine in full swing. He figured the casual vibe would work, that maybe he could just slip the proposal into conversation like it was no big deal. Everything about this was perfect. Everything was going to go the way he wanted. Yup, that’s how it will go.

The problem? Sukuna wasn’t built for “casual.” 

He spotted you while you were doing squats, casually throwing out, “You know… we should, uh, work on something long-term together, baby.”

“Huh? A long term plan?” You huffed back at him, your brows furrowed.

“I mean….something concrete. Like….like, something for us, you know? A long time.”

You blinked up at him, catching your breath. “Like a couple’s fitness plan?”

“Or... you know... life. Forever. Together.”

You squinted at him. “Are you feeling okay, baby? You sound delirious.”

He muttered something about “too many reps” and practically sprinted to the other side of the gym, leaving you utterly confused. Everyone was just as confused. You looked at the store clerk, Uraume but they just shrugged at you. You guess it was just one of those days.

Attempt four: The kitchen.

Ryomen Sukuna had woken up that morning and decided today’s the day. He was done failing, and he wasn’t going to overthink it anymore. He could do this. He knows he can. It wasn’t rocket science. People proposed all the time, and somehow they survived. And it happens, it ends up happening. Everything after that always ends up in a wedding. Yeah, he can do this. 

You were making breakfast, humming to yourself, when Sukuna casually strolled into the kitchen, the ring in his pocket yet again. He leaned against the counter, arms crossed, watching you. You were the only person who could make something as mundane as cracking eggs look beautiful. 

You looked up to him and smiled, greeting him sweetly. God, you were so beautiful. You looked like you were made from heaven. A genuine angel, as you asked him if he wanted coffee. He mumbled back and cleared his throat. You moved over to the other counter and started the coffee machine.

“Hey, babe.” he began, trying to sound nonchalant, but there was an odd edge to his voice. “How do you feel about... I don’t know... spending the rest of your life with me?”

Without looking up, you shrugged. “Sounds good. Can you pass me the salt?”

He blinked, caught off guard. “Wait—what?”

You finally glanced over, raising an eyebrow. “I said, yeah, sounds good. Now the salt, please?”

Sukuna stood there, frozen. Was that a yes? Did you even know he was proposing?

You stared at him, still waiting for the salt shaker. When he didn’t move, you walked over and grabbed it yourself. “Thanks, big guy.” you said with a playful smile, clearly unaware that Sukuna had just (sort of) proposed.  “Now, do you want some avocado on your toast today or nah?”

He groaned and dragged a hand over his face. It was hard for him to be angry with you either. You were too cute. Another failure.

Attempt five: The supermarket.

The ring still in his pocket, Ryomen Sukuna was now truly desperate. At this point, he was just winging it. You were both running errands, and as you reached for a carton of eggs in the store, he thought, Screw it. There were no romantic backdrops, no candles, no cheesy movie scenes—just the fluorescent lights of the grocery store. Your day to day. Nothing too much. This was now or never.

“Listen, baby.” he said, his tone more urgent than usual. “What if we just—”

At that moment, a kid ran by with a cart, ramming it right into Sukuna’s leg. A light groan came out of Sukuna as the kid’s eyes grew wide. Sukuna’s eyes turned dark as he glared at the kid. The kid swallowed the bile down his throat. As he was about to move, you called Sukuna. The kid let out a yelp and started pushing his cart. 

The child screamed, “Sorry, mister!” and ran off, leaving your boyfriend in a state of pandemonium.

You, still holding the eggs, glanced at him for a moment and burst out laughing.

He sighed, slumping against the shelf. “I’m never going to get this right, am I?”

You smiled, stepping closer and poking his chest. “Get what right, baby?”

Sukuna glanced at the ring still burning in his pocket and grumbled, “Nothing. Just... forget it.”

You didn’t push him, but your knowing smile told him you weren’t entirely clueless. Maybe you had been waiting all along. Maybe, despite all his ridiculous failed attempts, you already knew what was coming. 

Maybe, the next time he tried, you’d say yes before he even finished his sentence.

And maybe, that was exactly what he needed to hear.

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ──

HIS MOTHER USED TO SAY THAT OLDER BROTHERS KNEW BEST. But in all his life, Ryomen Sukuna liked to pride himself never needing to end up asking his elder brother for advice. Or any help at all, if he was being honest. The scarlet eyed man never liked having his brother do things for him. He doesn’t like owing anyone anything. 

Because Sukuna wasn’t exactly known for asking anyone for advice—especially not about matters of the heart. 

But after months of failed attempts, Sukuna could only find himself sitting in his brother Jin’s living room, slouched on the couch with his hands pressed against his face. He had to give in and concede to what his mother said. His brother knew best. And he should ask him. The ring still weighed heavy in his pocket, mocking him at every turn. His mother’s nagging words came to him, almost as though she would still be pinching his ear. Maybe if you asked your brother, you wouldn’t be suffering like this!

“I don’t know what the hell I’m doing, bro.” Sukuna muttered, his voice low, clearly frustrated. “I’ve been trying for months, bro. Months. Every time I think I’ve got it right, something goes wrong. I’ve got the ring. I’ve got the words. But I don’t know... it’s like nothing’s perfect enough. I don’t want to screw this up.”

Jin, ever calm and collected compared to his fiery younger brother, chuckled from across the room. He sat in his armchair, reading glasses perched on his nose, looking up from the book he had been reading. “You’re overthinking it, Kuna.”

“Overthinking?” Sukuna scoffed, sitting up and glaring at his brother. “I can’t just walk up and throw the ring at the love of my life, you know? They deserve something... more from me. I want it to be perfect.”

Jin set his book down and leaned back in his chair, the corners of his mouth turning up in a nostalgic smile. “You know, I went through something similar when I proposed to Kaori.”

Sukuna raised an eyebrow. “You? Really? You seem so... calm about all of this.”

Jin laughed, shaking his head. “Calm? Hardly. I was a wreck. I had all these elaborate plans I worked really hard on. I thought I’d propose on a sunset beach or during some elegant dinner. But none of it worked out the way I thought.”

Sukuna frowned, curious despite himself. “So what did you do?”

Jin scratched the back of his head, clearly amused by the memory. “We were on a road trip—just a spontaneous one. I think that’s when we decided to go north. We got lost. The car broke down multiple times in the middle of nowhere, and it started pouring rain. Hard. We were soaked, stuck under a leaky gas station awning, of all places. There was nothing romantic about all of it. And yet…..well, it was what it was.”

Sukuna stared at him, baffled. “That sounds terrible.”

“It was, little brother.” Jin agreed, grinning. “But Kaori laughed through the whole thing. She thought it was hilarious. And that’s when I realized—there wasn’t going to be a perfect moment. So, I just asked her. Right there, soaking wet, covered in mud and all the dirt in the world. I didn’t even have the ring on me because I’d left it in the car. But I asked anyway.”

“And she said yes?” Sukuna asked, still trying to wrap his mind around how his brother had managed to pull that off.

Jin nodded with a wide smile. “Without hesitation. Because, little brother, it didn’t matter where we were or how it looked. What mattered was that I was asking her to spend her life with me. She didn’t care about the setting or the way I asked. She just cared about me. And wanting to continue loving me. So, she just said yes. Damn the world or what was good. She just…wanted me.”

Sukuna exhaled, leaning back again and letting that sink in. “I just... I don’t know if I can be that casual about it. I want the love of my life to love it. I want it to be... memorable.”

Jin leaned forward, his voice gentle. “It doesn’t have to be perfect, Kuna. It just has to be you. And about your love together. If sis in law does love you, it’ll be great no matter what. It will just happen. Trust me.”

Sukuna sighed, resting his head against the back of the couch. “I hope you’re right. I just—” 

Before he could finish, the door to the room burst open, and Yuji bounced in, grinning from ear to ear. He was still dressed in his football uniform. “Uncle Sukuna! I heard you’re going to propose! Let me help!”

Sukuna groaned. The kid had such good ears, damn him. “Oi, brat! This is... it’s not something I need help with.’specially not from you! It’s—”

“Oh, come on! I’ve got great ideas, unc! We can do fireworks, or... or maybe we can surprise auntie with, like, a whole flash mob at the mall!” Yuji’s excitement was contagious, but Sukuna could feel a headache forming at the thought of any of those ideas. “I think auntie will love it, you know?”

“No flash mobs, Yuji.”

Yuji pouted for a moment, but then his face brightened again. “Okay, okay, what about a treasure hunt? Like, you leave little clues everywhere, and the final clue leads to you with the ring! I mean, auntie would love that! Auntie’s always been someone who likes puzzles!”

Sukuna raised an eyebrow, glancing at Jin, who was barely hiding his laughter behind his hand. His brother was enjoying this little misery of his. His nephew’s barely thirteen and yet he’s got the idealistic mind. Too much like his brother, Sukuna thinks. But then again, his mother’s the same sort of human being. 

“Hey brat, I don’t think your auntie appreciates getting dragged across the city just to find me with a ring at the end.” Sukuna said, though there was a flicker of amusement in his eyes now. “Auntie would get tired really fast then ask where’s the nearest soda shop.”

Yuji shrugged. “Well, whatever you do, it’ll be awesome. You’re awesome! Auntie will totally say yes.” He gave Sukuna a thumbs up, his usual boundless optimism shining through. “I mean, auntie’s been with you too long, so it's just bound to settle like that.”

“Wait, what do you mean settle—”

“Hey, hey! I didn’t mean anything mean about it.” Yuji pouted at his uncle defensively. “You know that much, unc! I love seeing you and auntie together.”

Sukuna shook his head at his nephew, though a small, begrudging smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. “Thanks, brat.”

Jin, watching the exchange, nodded in agreement. “See, Kuna? It doesn’t matter how you do it. It’ll be great, because it’s coming from you.”

Sukuna sighed, feeling the weight of the ring in his pocket one more time. “I guess... I’ll just have to stop thinking so much and go for it.”

Yuji’s grin stretched even wider. “That’s the spirit now, unc! And if you change your mind about the flash mob, I’m totally in.”

Sukuna chuckled despite himself. “Yeah, yeah. I’ll keep that in mind.”

Yuji, still bouncing with excitement, suddenly lit up with an idea. "Oh! I know! Why don’t you come and coach my football team for a day? You can do it there!" 

Sukuna blinked, utterly baffled by the suggestion. "Coach... football? What are you talking about, brat?"

Yuji was practically vibrating with energy now. "It’s perfect! You can come to practice, and we’ll, I don’t know, pretend something happened—like, I could pretend I twisted my ankle or something—and then, boom! You step in, gather everyone around, and propose! Auntie will be there all excited to be there and cheer us and you on."

Sukuna stared at him for a long moment, his face a mix of confusion and disbelief. "You want me to propose... during a football practice?"

Yuji nodded enthusiastically, as if it were the best idea in the world. "Yeah! It’s unexpected, and you’ll have the whole team there! Megs and Norbs can help out too! Everyone will be pumped, and the atmosphere will be amazing!"

Sukuna groaned, leaning his head back against the couch. "That’s... quite possibly the dumbest thing I’ve ever heard."

But before he could properly dismiss the idea, Jin let out a hearty laugh from his chair. “Why not, little brother? It’s certainly different. Do you have any better ideas?” 

Sukuna shot him a look, but Jin just grinned. He could see his brother’s frustration boiling over, but there was also something else—maybe Sukuna was finally realizing that no moment was ever going to feel perfect. Not in the way he imagined.

“Come on, come on.” Jin said, still chuckling. “I mean, think about it. It’s so out of character for you that it might actually work. A little spontaneity never hurts anyone.”

Sukuna rubbed his face, feeling the beginnings of a headache. “You really think I should just... go to a football practice and pop the question in front of a bunch of sweaty teenagers?”

Yuji jumped in again, totally on board with his own wild idea. “Yeah! And I’ll totally sell it—I’ll limp off the field, everyone will be worried, and then you step up like a hero. I can already picture it!” He waved his arms dramatically, trying to sell the scene. "It’ll be epic."

Jin crossed his arms, his grin still plastered on his face. "It’s unconventional, sure. But it’s definitely memorable. And isn’t that what you wanted?"

Sukuna sighed, the absurdity of it all weighing on him. Coaching Yuji’s football team, of all things, to propose? He couldn’t believe this was even a conversation. Yet, as ridiculous as it sounded, the more he thought about it, the more he realized that it might actually work.

Not because it was perfect—but because it was so wildly unexpected that it would leave you speechless. Maybe, after all these failed attempts, that was what he needed.

Still, he grumbled, "If this goes wrong, I’m cursing both of you."

Yuji laughed, slinging an arm over Sukuna’s shoulder, clearly unfazed by the threat. "It’s going to be great, Unc Sukuna! Trust me!"

Jin, still leaning back in his chair, raised an eyebrow. "So, is that a yes? You’re actually going to do this, little brother? No more backing out?”

Sukuna slumped back on the couch, rubbing his temples. "I can’t believe I’m saying this, but... yeah. Fine. Let’s try it your way, Yuji."

Yuji fist-pumped the air, grinning ear to ear. "Yes! This is going to be amazing. I can’t wait to see their faces when you finally propose!"

Sukuna let out a deep sigh, glancing at Jin one last time. His older brother gave him an encouraging nod. What does he have left to lose? If anything, if it works — maybe you’ll laugh it off. And he…he likes seeing you smile anyway. What does he have left to lose?

“You’re overthinking it again, little brother.” Jin reminded him. “Just do it, hm? It doesn’t have to be perfect.”

Sukuna could only hope his brother was right.

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ──

THE NEXT DAY, YOU DIDN’T FEEL LIKE GOING TO WORK. So, you had decided to stay lazily at home with Sukuna and just enjoy his day off together. Well, it worked out better considering that Sukuna informed your office you’ll be out for a while anyway. You happily hummed as you started making your cup of matcha milk for yourself. So far everything was well. In fact, the day had been going pretty normally. 

But then you could only blink at him when Sukuna, of all people, approached you in the kitchen, casually leaning against the counter. He looked... slightly awkward, which was unusual for him. His scarlet eyes darted away for a moment before landing back on you.

“Hey, baby….” he said, almost too casually. “You wanna come to Yuji’s football game tomorrow?”

You blinked in surprise. Sukuna wasn’t exactly the type to invite you to these things. Usually, Yuji was the one who asked, and then Sukuna would begrudgingly tag along, acting like he was too cool to care. But now, he was asking you directly?

“You’re asking me to go?” you asked, raising an eyebrow. “And also….you wanna go?”

He scratched the back of his neck, clearly a little embarrassed. “Yeah. Is that... a problem or something?”

You shook your head quickly, trying to hide your smile. “No, not at all. I’d love to go. It’s just... surprising coming from you. Usually, you wait until Yuji begs you to show up.”

Sukuna shifted uncomfortably, his face flushing just a bit. “Yeah, well... I’m gonna be more involved this time.”

Your curiosity piqued, you leaned forward. “What do you mean? Like, are you finally going to cheer from the sidelines instead of pretending not to care?”

He looked away again, mumbling under his breath, “I’m coaching the team.”

You stared at him, wide-eyed. “Wait, what?”

Sukuna shot you a look, already regretting this conversation. “You heard me. I’m gonna be their coach... for the game. Just a trial…..It’s just…. Maybe a one time thing.”

The shock only lasted a second before you burst out laughing, unable to help yourself. The image of Sukuna, towering and intimidating, trying to coach a bunch of high school kids was just too much. It was all too much for you to think about your boyfriend. He crossed his arms on his chest like a little kid.

“Stop laughing.” he grumbled, clearly annoyed but also embarrassed.

You waved a hand, trying to catch your breath. “I’m not laughing at you, I swear. I’m just... I’m just imagining you barking orders at those poor kids like you do with your clients at the gym.”

Sukuna narrowed his eyes at you, crossing his arms. “That’s not how I coach at the gym.”

“Oh really?” you teased, still giggling. “You’re not going to stand on the sidelines, yelling ‘Run faster, you idiot!’ and ‘Stop slacking off, sweat it off!’ like you do with your trainees?”

“Of course not, babe.” he muttered, though there was a hint of a smirk on his lips now. “Those brats won’t know what hit them.”

Your laughter continued, but now it was filled with genuine amusement. “I can’t wait to see this. You, coaching a bunch of teenagers, pretending to know anything about football. Oh, this will be gold, baby. I’m in!”

Sukuna groaned, running a hand down his face. “You’re really not helping, you know.”

“I’m sorry baby.” you said, still grinning as you put a thumb up. “I just can’t picture it without laughing. But hey, I’m sure you’ll do great.”

He grumbled under his breath again, but you could see the faintest trace of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. “You’d better not laugh when you see me out there.”

“No promises here, baby.” you teased, stepping closer and pressing a kiss to his cheek. “But I’ll be there, front and center, cheering you on.”

Ryomen Sukuna rolled his eyes, but the blush creeping up his neck told you everything you needed to know. Despite his gruff demeanor, he was secretly pleased. And maybe—just maybe—this ridiculous plan wasn’t such a bad idea after all.

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ──

You know Yuji loves some good orange juice, so you brought cold packs of that in the cooler too. You supposed you could say that you were more excited than most. You had the full gear from their team and everything. It was something you requested from Sukuna and he got it for you before yesterday, when he got his own uniform. 

YOU DIDN’T SLEEP A WINK. But you couldn’t help it. You were too excited. The practices wee nice but each time you had to leave earlier for work. But this time, you got to have a full day just being there. These past few days, Sukuna's been in a gloom but he reassured you that its nothing. You wanted to press, but you knew your boyfriend too well to pry.

You were just one excited soul to be here. It was the tournament league now. And Yuji's team made it through the finals. You brought packs of snacks for you and Sukuna, some for the kids too in case their moms didn’t have anything on them. Some cold drinks too.

And now, you found yourself standing by the field, watching as Sukuna walked out with the team. The sun was brilliantly bright, and there was a decent crowd, mostly parents and students, filling the bleachers.

But your beaming eyes were glued to the unlikely sight before you: Ryomen Sukuna, your intimidating, tough-as-nails partner, now wearing a whistle around his neck and a deeply annoyed expression as he dealt with a bunch of teenage boys.

You could see precious Itadori Yuji bouncing around excitedly, clearly thrilled that Sukuna had agreed to coach. The rest of the team, however, seemed slightly nervous under Sukuna’s intense gaze.

Yuji’s two close friends, Fushiguro Megumi and Kugisaki Nobara, didn’t seem to care and were just playing with the balls and gloves, tossing to each other. But their nonchalant behavior was a stark contrast from everyone else. Some of them glanced back at you, probably wondering why this mountain of a man was suddenly in charge. But you don’t blame any of them. Your boyfriend did look imposing. 

Sukuna blew the whistle sharply, and you had to bite your lip to keep from laughing again. He barked out orders like a drill sergeant, his deep voice carrying across the field. “You—stop dragging your feet! Move it! You think this is a joke? Pick up the pace!”

You couldn’t help but lean against the fence, shaking your head with a smile. Well, you were right. It was exactly as you had imagined—Sukuna treating this football practice like a high-intensity training session at the gym. The kids were all scrambling around, trying their best not to get on his bad side.

After a particularly harsh instruction, you caught his scarlet eye from across the field. He gave you a look, clearly daring you to laugh, and you had to press your lips together to keep from cracking up. When you got it together, you started clapping and cheering for him. And for a moment, you could see a scarlet tint flush on your boyfriend’s cheek. That had made you smile.

During a water break, Yuji came jogging over, grinning from ear to ear. “How’s Unc Sukuna doing, Auntie? He’s totally killing it, right?”

You smiled and raised an eyebrow. “He’s certainly... in charge. The team looks a little terrified, though. Well, except Nobara and Megumi.”

Yuji chuckled, not even a little bit phased. “Yeah, but they’ll respect him. He’s making them work harder than our regular coach.”

You glanced back at Sukuna, who was currently standing with his arms crossed, scowling as one of the players asked him a question. He looked like he belonged in a weightlifting competition, not on a football field. Your boyfriend could have done so many things, you knew. But he said he got bored of it all, since people keep telling him what to do. But either way, your boyfriend would have ended up looking like this. This hunk of muscular muscle. 

“Well, as long as no one cries, I think it’ll be a success, Yuji!” you teased.

Yuji laughed and then leaned in closer. “So, do you think they suspect anything yet?”

You raised an eyebrow. You were confused. “About what?”

He gave you a mischievous look, a grin playing at the corners of his lips. “You know... Uncle Sukuna’s plan. The proposal.”

You blinked, your smile fading as confusion washed over you. Wait, hold on. Was Yuji talking about Sukuna’s proposal to expand the gym? He’d been telling you about that for months now, outlining every detail, every plan. Surely Sukuna hadn’t forgotten.

“Wait. That’s today?” you asked, half-expecting to hear more about Sukuna's latest gym renovation idea. 

But something in Yuji’s expression didn’t quite fit the usual conversation. His grin widened, almost teasing. You suddenly had the sinking feeling you might not be on the same page at all. But just as you were going to go and talk to him about it, the whistle blew again, and the game began. Yuji saluted you and ran off to the field once again.

You tried to keep your eyes on the match, the sounds of cheers and the smack of fists hitting against gloves filling the air, but your mind was elsewhere. Sukuna’s plan. It kept creeping into your thoughts, pulling your focus away from the fight.

He had been working tirelessly on the gym expansion for months, meticulously coordinating every detail. The proposal with the contractor was a major step, one he had been looking forward to with a mix of excitement and that quiet intensity he always had when he wanted something done perfectly.

But now, you couldn’t shake the worry creeping up your spine. If Yuji’s casual comment about the proposal meant what you thought it did, then something had gone wrong. Sukuna must have missed the meeting with the contractor. Your boyfriend never missed important business meetings, especially not one like this, which was practically the culmination of weeks of hard work and planning. 

You bit your lip, your gaze flickering back to the field, but all you could think about was Sukuna. His sense of control, of always being on top of things—what could have possibly distracted him? And why hadn’t he told you? Maybe you could’ve reminded him or helped him juggle things better. 

Your stomach tightened with unease. Sukuna wasn’t the type to slip up like this, not unless something bigger was weighing on him. You’d seen the way he had been acting recently—distracted, quieter than usual, though he would shrug it off if you ever asked. Was this just about the proposal, or was there something else, something deeper he hadn’t shared yet?

As the game continued, it became even more intense, but not nearly as intense as the look Sukuna had on his face as he barked orders from the sidelines. You could see him glancing your way every now and then, his jaw set, his eyes determined. This was insane, even for a league of teenagers in middle school. But you suppose that’s what happens when you put your boyfriend to coach on the field.

As the game drew to a close, with Yuji’s team pulling off a narrow victory, you noticed Sukuna’s posture shift. He was still his usual composed self, but there was something nervous about the way he kept adjusting the whistle around his neck. He takes a moment for a breath. 

When the final whistle blew and the players began congratulating each other, Ryomen Sukuna called out to them. “Alright, listen up! Get over here. I’ve got something to say.”

The entire team gathered around him, and you stood at the edge of the field, your heart pounding as you watched the scene unfold. You could see Yuji trying (and failing) to hide his excitement as he joined the group. Everything about was making you feel like you were going to lose it.

Sukuna cleared his throat, looking oddly serious. “There’s someone here today who’s... important to me.”

The players exchanged confused glances, and you felt your cheeks heat up as you realized he was talking about you.

Sukuna continued, his voice a little gruffer than usual. “I’ve been thinking about this for a long time, and I’ve been trying really hard to make this happen. I really have been. And I just…I’ve been thinking, to hell with it. We might as well go through with it. Even if it's going to be too much and lame.” He shot a pointed look at Yuji, who gave him an encouraging thumbs up.

Your heart was racing now, and you could feel the eyes of the team turning toward you. Sukuna reached into his pocket, pulling out a velvet box from his pockets. He opened it and you could clearly see it. There was something small and shiny inside of it. 

“This…..” he said, holding up the ring for everyone to see. “ This is what I’ve been working up the nerve to do for months.”

The entire field went dead silent. The team, the parents in the stands—everyone was watching.

Sukuna’s scarlet eyes finally met yours, and in that moment, all the tough, intimidating layers seemed to peel away. He stepped toward you in the bleachers, his beautiful face softening as he held the ring in his hand.

“I’m not good at speeches. Or, apparently, proposals.” He smirked, and you couldn’t help but smile through the nerves. “But I know one thing. I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

The world seemed to blur around you as Sukuna knelt down, holding out the ring. “So, what do you say?”

Your heart swelled as you took in the sight of him—this fierce, stubborn man who had somehow, in his own awkward way, found the perfect moment. You felt the tears welling up in your eyes as you whispered the only answer you could give.

“Yes.”

The crowd erupted into cheers, with Yuji practically jumping up and down as the team whooped and clapped. Sukuna stood, slipping the ring onto your finger, and pulled you into a tight embrace, his breath warm against your ear as he murmured, “Told you it didn’t have to be perfect.”

You laughed softly, wiping away a tear. “It was more than perfect.”

Ryomen Sukuna grinned, leaning down to kiss you as the noise of the crowd faded into the background. Everything about the past? That didn’t matter at all now. Because all this, this is what mattered. After all that you both went through, after all that happens — everything was well. Because he was going to marry you. 

── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ──

epilogue

As Sukuna pulled you close, his lips brushing against yours, the cheers and whistles from the crowd surrounded you both. Yuji, of course, was the loudest, pumping his fists in the air and hyping up the team, who were now clapping and laughing at the unexpected turn of events.

“Unc Sukuna’s engaged!” Yuji shouted, jumping onto the field. “Best day ever!”

You pulled back slightly from the kiss, your face flushed and your heart still racing, meeting Sukuna’s gaze. His scarlet eyes softened, and for a moment, it felt like it was just the two of you, standing in the middle of a whirlwind of noise and celebration. He took your hand, where the ring sat on your finger and placed a small kiss upon it. You grew even more flustered.

Sukuna sighed, his lips curving into a rare, genuine smile. “I can’t believe I just did that.”

You chuckled, brushing a hand against his cheek. “Believe it. You just proposed in front of an entire football team.”

He groaned slightly, though there was a hint of amusement in his voice. “I’m never living this down, am I?”

You leaned in, pressing a quick kiss to his lips. “Nope. But I love that you did it.”

His arms tightened around you for a moment before he pulled back, glancing at the team who were still buzzing with excitement. He gave them a half-hearted glare. “Alright, enough gawking. Get off the field. We still have a game to win.”

The boys quickly scattered, though you could see the smirks and murmurs they exchanged as they left. Megumi and Nobara were snickering at how soft their coach Sukuna was looking at you. Your nephew Yuji, of course, was the last one standing there, grinning like an idiot.

“So, Unc Sukuna,” Yuji said, nudging his uncle’s arm. “How’d it feel to propose in front of an audience? Pretty cool, huh?”

Sukuna shot him a deadpan look. “Brat, don’t think I’ve forgotten this was your idea.”

Yuji only grinned wider, completely unfazed. “But it worked! Look at that ring! And look at auntie’s face!” He pointed to you, beaming. “You guys are the cutest engaged couple ever!”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Yuji, stop embarrassing your uncle.”

Sukuna crossed his arms, shaking his head in exasperation. “You’ve been spending too much time around Gojo, I swear to god.” he muttered under his breath, glancing at Yuji with mock annoyance. “I better tell your dad to never let you back in Fushiguro’s house.”

Yuji just shrugged. “Hey, I’m just a romantic at heart. I love seeing love win!”

Before Sukuna could retaliate, his elder brother Jin appeared from the sidelines, clapping his younger brother on the shoulder. “See? I told you it didn’t have to be perfect.”

Sukuna let out a long sigh, shooting Jin a look. “Yeah, yeah. I guess you were right.”

Jin raised an amused brow. “Guess?”

“Fine, fine.” Sukuna grumbled, a reluctant smirk forming. “You were right.”

Jin grinned. “That’s more like it. And for what it’s worth, little brother, you pulled it off pretty damn well. Look at that, you’re getting married. I’m so proud of you, hm?”

Sukuna grunted, still not entirely comfortable with the praise, but you could see the tension slowly leave his body. He wasn’t one to bask in sentimental moments, but for this one, he was letting himself enjoy it. 

“Thanks….big brother.”

“Alright, I’m gonna go back to the bleachers. Kaori’s gonna get lonely.”

“Yeah, yeah. Let’s meet down here so we can have dinner together.”

Jin grinned. “Oh, you’re paying tonight?”

“Oh, don’t think too far like that, big brother.”

Yuji, still full of energy, suddenly clapped his hands together. “Alright! Since you two are officially engaged, I think it’s time we celebrate!”

You glanced at Sukuna, who rolled his eyes but didn’t object. “Sure, why not?” he said with a shrug. “But I’m picking the place. No weird restaurants.”

Yuji pouted. “But there’s this ramen shop Gojo–sensei recommended—”

“No.” Sukuna said flatly, his tone brooking no argument.

You smiled, leaning into Sukuna’s side. “Wherever you want to go, we’ll go.”

Sukuna looked down at you, a rare warmth softening the usual intensity of his gaze. His voice, normally edged with authority, held a surprising tenderness. “I’ll think of something. Now go on. Go finish the game.”

You turned toward Yuji, who was standing there, clearly wanting to argue. “But unc—” he started, but Sukuna cut him off before he could finish.

“I said go!” Sukuna’s voice, firm but not unkind, sent Yuji running back to the field, his frustration bubbling over as he shouted, ���It’s not fair!”

You watched Yuji dash off, his protests lost in the sound of his feet pounding the grass, a small smile tugging at your lips despite the situation. He had always been full of energy, bouncing between enthusiasm and impatience, and Sukuna loved to tease him for it—though Yuji never seemed to take it lightly.

Turning back to your fiancé, you shot him a playful pout. “Must you tease him so much? He did help you propose, you know?”

Sukuna exhaled, a faint sigh escaping him as his hand found its way to your waist, pulling you closer. “Eh, He can handle a little teasing.”

You tilted your head, studying Sukuna’s face. Even though his words were casual, there was a deeper affection in them, one that wasn’t always so visible. Yuji, in his own way, had been a part of your lives, and you knew Sukuna cared for him more than he’d ever let on. But Sukuna’s way of showing love was always layered with a bit of roughness, teasing, and challenges—he never made things too easy, even for those closest to him.

“He’s just a kid,” you murmured, leaning into him, your pout softening as you placed your hands on his chest. “He looks up to you, you know.”

Sukuna’s lips curled into a smirk, his eyes flickering with amusement. “Yeah, well, he should know by now I’m not gonna go easy on him.”

You rolled your eyes, but a smile broke through your pout. “Maybe try cutting him some slack next time. You can’t torment him every time he tries to help.”

“Torment?” Sukuna raised an eyebrow. “Come on, he loves it.” He chuckled, shaking his head as he glanced toward the field, where Yuji was back in action, still muttering something under his breath. “Besides, if I didn’t push him, who would?”

You couldn’t help but laugh, giving his chest a playful shove. “Alright, alright. But don’t be too hard on him. He really did come through for us.”

Sukuna’s expression softened again, and he gave you a knowing look. “I know. I’ll make it up to him.”

As you both watch Jin go back to the bleachers with Kaori, you feel your fiance's arms wrap around you. Your hands intertwined and on top of his hand, was your own. You couldn’t help but glance down at the ring on your finger, your heart swelling with happiness. 

Ryomen Sukuna had surprised you—more than you ever thought he would. And while it hadn’t been a grand, romantic gesture in a traditional sense, it had been perfect in the most Sukuna way possible. Unconventional, slightly chaotic, but undeniably heartfelt.

And you wouldn’t have had it any other way.

[grandline-fics]

Not My Job Description

DESCRIPTION: "Dear Diary, my brother is an idiot" - journal passages written by Rosinante, documenting his observations between Doffy and Reader

WARNINGS: none

CHARACTERS: Rosinante , Doflamingo(technically)

WORDS: 1,685

A/N: The winner of the poll was Rosinante's diary entries giving a brief glimpse into his thoughts and observations between Doffy and Reader. This was a bit different from my usual way of things but I hope you all enjoy ☺️

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Rosinante had remained steadfastly by his brother’s side for his entire life. Through the worst and best of times, the two were each other’s support. They were both acutely aware of how differently their lives could have gone had certain choices been made but fate directed them to this life; saved at the right moment and brought under the wing and tutelage of the Marines. The whole situation benefited both brothers extremely well. For one thing they got to stay together. For Rosinante he got to help people and do good while also being happy to be with his only remaining family member. For Doflamingo, his need for power, to be stronger than others and wipe out those that got in his way were all hungers sated by being in the Marines, his targets were the pirates that sailed through his waters like they owned them. It was very clear had things gone the other way, Doflamingo would have been a very difficult enemy to handle. 

From childhood Rosinante always felt that writing his feelings out, to make the emotions and thoughts that circled his mind tangible through paper and ink it made them easier to deal with and voice. This habit continued through his years and soon it became more of a document of his life with his brother; their struggle, their training and ascension through the ranks in the Marines. Rosinante’s entries tended to be general day-to-day goings on and idle thoughts, hardly anything exciting, mostly written out of what was now a life-long habit. Those standard entries soon became a thing of the past though when you joined the base as Doflamingo’s second-in-command.

DATE: XX-XXXX   

Dear diary, word on the base is the new Captain that will be serving under Doffy will be arriving today. This will be his eighth Captain in the space of three months. I know he’s reluctant to have a subordinate he isn’t familiar with after me being his second all these years but I still feel guilty. He’s acting out now and I feel partly responsible because I’m now a Vice-Admiral too but he needs to give them a chance. It’s a relief the base is so large that the two of us are able to run it because if I had to transfer to another location? I fear he would have destroyed Marine Headquarters until only a crater remained. 

There’s so much tension in the base today. Everyone is doing their best to give the new Captain a positive experience, at least enough to balance out the negative treatment and havoc Doffy will throw at them. I’ve tried my best to convince Doffy to give the new Captain a chance but he simply grins the way he does and says this is merely his way of ensuring he won’t have a weakling  in his base. If anyone else said it I wouldn’t question things but because it’s Doffy I know his actions are being fuelled by slight cruelty and a lot of pettiness. 

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Well the Captain arrived…I don’t want to speak too soon but I think they’ll actually stay. I think Doffy doesn’t want to admit he’s impressed and that’s annoying him more. It’s a promising sign.

DATE: XX-XXXX 

Dear Diary, the unthinkable has happened. Today was the first time I was able to walk into Doffy’s office and not get blocked by paperwork blocking my path. The last time I was able to do so was when Doffy first took the role of Vice-Admiral. It was so strange to be able to walk those few steps with no visible obstacles, I almost thought I was imagining things. From the look on Doffy’s face I know his new Captain is the cause for the sudden care for the administration side of working for the Marines. It was clear he was hating every boring second of the work he’d literally let pile up for months and months but most of his complaints that I heard were more for the tedium and pointlessness of the task.

If I’m being honest I’m slightly annoyed at my brother. Today’s shown he’s capable of doing the paperwork-I’ve always known he can- but for years and years I’ve begged him to just sit down and do it to avoid HQ pestering him, he’s ignored my pleas. Yet this Captain, who’s only been here a month manages to get him to do it? Now I’m curious about what the Captain did or said to convince Doffy to do his work. Perhaps Doffy will let it slip later on?

DATE: XX-XXXX   

Dear Diary, as you know I’ve been off base with Law and my own unit for the last two months and in that time I’ve been feeling uneasy. Every day I’ve been using the mission to distract me from letting my thoughts go back to the base and fear what chaos Doffy’s been getting up to. Since the Captain joined our ranks six months ago, I’ve still been around on base to assist with Doffy’s unpredictable mood and whims. While the Captain has found their feet at the base with relative ease, this was the first time they’d have to attend to their duties and deal with Doffy completely on their own. 

I don’t entirely know what I was expecting on our return but the atmosphere I walked into after leaving the ship? It wasn’t that. The subordinates seemed in good form, not tense or nervous as if they were expecting something bad to happen. They welcomed us back as they normally would but I didn’t sense any overwhelming relief at our return either. It was strange but not entirely unwelcome one. There was still no clear sign of the Captain or Doffy and worrying no sign of raised voices or panicked calls. Eventually I found the Captain in the training yard with the subordinates. 

The sparring showed them why they were deserving of the rank of Captain and that the others had a lot of training ahead of them should they wish to get to their rank someday. They moved effortlessly and beat every other Marine that stepped into the sparring ring. I know Law is my second-in-command and is a difficult enemy on the battlefield but if these two Captains were to face off against the other it would be too close to tell who the winner would be. Something else came to me in the training yard, something just as unexpected as the calm atmosphere that had greeted me; Doffy’s reaction to the sparring. 

Through it all he merely observed from the sidelines, arms folded and usual grin- nothing out of the ordinary right? Wrong. I know my brother and even with that practiced smile, and lazy stance I know when he’s looking, really looking. Whether he was just sizing up the Captain, analysing their technique and spotting areas to refine, or simply enjoying the show one thing is for sure. He liked what he saw.

DATE: XX-XXXX 

Dear Diary, something is going on. I don’t know what this something is but I KNOW there is something happening. Have I seen anything suspicious? No. Have I heard anything to prompt this thought? No… Has Law told me I’m just a paranoid younger brother? Yes, but that doesn’t mean I’m wrong. The Captain has been on the base for over a year now. It’s crazy because it feels like they’ve always been here but at the same time it feels like just yesterday they arrived on base. Slowly things have been stirring in the air and it’s little things, individually insignificant things but I just know there’s more to it all. I mean what other reason is there for Doffy’s attitude around them?

He seems calmer when they are around. Yes, he’s same old Doffy, looking for any excuse to mess with others and toy with them but with the Captain around there isn’t as much as an edge to his words and actions. I’ve tried to subtly inquire with both of them on the status between them and have only been given confused looks in response. The Captain also asked if I’d hit my head when I fell down the stairs earlier in the day because ‘I wasn’t making sense.’ I’m not making sense? They’re not making sense and I don’t care what Law says, I’m not paranoid. It might take a while but I will be proven right about this…whatever it is.

DATE: XX-XXXX   

Dear Diary, he left! He just up and left! Admiral Akainu is visiting the base tomorrow and he left! For the last couple days he’s been scatterbrained and letting his paperwork build up again. His mood hasn’t been terrible but it’s been better and I know the reason is because he let the Captain return home for a few days. Doffy had me fooled, I thought he was going to stay on base and deal with Akainu as best he could-which for Doffy would be to ignore anything he said and wave him goodbye-but no, our subordinates spotted him fly off this morning. Had he been waiting for our guards to drop and wait until the last second before disappearing? 

I know Akainu is going to blow up over this ‘clear lack of respect’ and insubordination but what are we to do? Doffy will only come back when it suits him and if my guess is right it’ll either be when there’s no Admiral invading his personal space or when the Captain is on their way back. Either way it’s going to be a very long week.

——Also I need to remember and buy Doffy a new pair of gloves…and submit a request for extra uniforms.

DATE: XX-XXXX

[This passage is filled with hastily written scrawls, scored out and written over beyond comprehension, attempt after attempt made to voice frustrated but coherent thought only to fail and repeat over and over. The entry is only made of a single sentence, exhaustion permeating the bottom of the ink filled page.]

Dear Diary, my brother is an idiot and his Captain isn’t any better.

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[tmpestuous]

illicit affairs

summary: you’re bucky’s campaign manager. but he wants you all to himself.

pairing: (future)congressman!bucky x campaign manager!reader

warnings: smut (18+, fingering); mentions of anxiety, fluffy if you slightly squint

word count: 3.8k

a/n: i’m back! i’ve decided to make this a miniseries so i don’t have to deal with the commitment of a whole series again yet. this chapter is set before bucky is elected. also, i’ve been so back in my marvel obsession that i’ve expanded on some new york marvel lore that marvel studios clearly won’t do themselves </3 i hope you enjoy! apologies once again for the hiatus!

“Your numbers in the polls are doing much better, leading your opponent by 12 points; early exit polls from early voting are showing a lead of 7 points, and voters seem really ecstatic to vote for you which is a huge turnaround from the beginning of this election cycle.”

Bucky looked at you from his seat at his desk, a hint of admiration behind his gaze as you met your eyes with his. “Is that all?”

You looked back down at your notes, revising them one more time. “For now,” you said while nodding, then returning your attention to Bucky’s stare. Ignoring the heat in your cheeks, you gave him a confident grin. “I think we’re gonna win this.”

“And I,” Bucky started his sentence as he got up and made his way over to stand right in front of you, “couldn’t have done a single bit of it without you.”

Being part of Bucky Barnes’s political campaign for his bid in the U.S. House of Representatives has been nothing short of a whirlwind. It’s not that you’ve ever been apolitical; you’ve actually been quite the opposite given your family’s consistent involvement in politics. Your parents both worked as advisors in different government agencies, your father actually having a stint with SHIELD long before their ultimate demise at the hands of Hydra. 

Nonetheless, your interest in politics never seemed to push you into entering the scene itself. Having the knowledge was great; you were far ahead of your peers in university classes and weren’t susceptible to the growing craze of news outlets in a post-Avengers world. But you never desired to get into politics, much less as the campaign manager to James Buchanan Barnes. His campaign, however, intrigued you from the start.

Many people, especially in New York, do not forget the impact vigilantes and their world have on their lives as civilians. Not all of us are given mutant powers, super soldier serums, or involuntary training to become an assassin. Not all of us have the ability to be Avengers or associated with the like, and unfortunately for New York City, it’s seen days worse than just ugly. When everyone thought the Chitauri invasion was the worst the city could see, half of the population was snapped and turned New York into a ghost town. A once bustling city that indeed never slept, completely silent and left with a void that seemingly couldn’t be replaced. 

Once everyone came back, the world was forced to rebuild. New York’s homeless population was increasing exponentially, crime was on the rise, and the Avengers were nowhere to be found. Of course, you had your solo heroes, like Spider-Man and Daredevil. Then they were seemingly gone too, more preoccupied with what they dealt with outside of their masks and costumes than the looming threats over the city.

As soon as Fisk was predicted to win the election as Mayor, his poll numbers more than indicative of a clear sweep at the voting booth, your hope for the city was dwindling. You knew he meant no good, and having political power would only amplify that. The media seemed to disagree, though in the same vain, trashed Bucky Barnes for thinking he could run for the House. 

It was idiotic, really. A man who had no choice in his past, a man who was pardoned, is out of his depth for thinking he could run for Congress, but the notorious criminal is the answer to the city’s problems. Yeah, fucking right.

From that point, you’d decided to make your attempt at joining Bucky’s campaign. You wanted to do simple canvassing: knocking on doors and spreading the message of Bucky’s campaign. 

You spent about a week and half knocking on doors in the congressional district Bucky was aiming to represent. You’d even convinced maybe two handfuls of people to vote for him, earning praise from the team leads. You quickly became one of the campaign’s most valuable canvassers, but your position only propelled at a meeting with everyone working in the campaign office, Bucky making a rare appearance.

Bucky was never very conversational, clearly a more-than-reserved man, probably running for office to channel his desire to do good in ways other than vigilantism. 

It was no secret that the public’s opinion on vigilantes was mixed, especially in New York. The frontrunner for the mayoral election hates them and he’s killing the polls for crying out loud. But the city never felt as scary when the Avengers were around. Sure, the usual destruction of downtown Manhattan was an insane circumstance to consider for your morning commute. However, you knew you’d most likely make it home at night. If you got into trouble, you could hope that someone was coming. Where is that feeling now?

When talking to the room, Bucky expressed gratitude for everyone’s interest in his campaign. Ultimately, he wasn’t shy to mention the negative attention on his attempt for the House seat, which took you by surprise. 

“They’re not expecting me to win, and, if I’m being honest, I wasn’t expecting to win either.” That earned him a few laughs, but you could tell he was being mostly serious. “I need some help. If anyone wants to offer some ideas, I’m all ears.”

“I think you need to be more relatable!” Someone shouted.

“More fundraising!”

“Have a town hall!”

“Why not just be more of yourself?” You said in a tone loud enough for him to hear and turn his attention to you, but not shouting like everyone else.

“What do you mean?” He asked sincerely.

“The people don’t really know much about you outside of your service alongside Steve Rogers and, of course, your time as… well, the Winter Soldier.” You were honest, which earned you some stares and glares, no one wanting to mention the elephant in the room that didn’t have to be one at all. 

“Go on,” Bucky encouraged.

“It’s either you’re depicted as the past that you’ve worked so hard to make up for,” you alluded to his Winter Soldier days, which he didn’t seem as fazed by as you thought, “or you’re depicted as Steve Rogers’s best friend who faced tragedy during the war. Hell, you could even be depicted as Sam Wilson’s best friend. But the people don’t know you. It’s about relatability, yes, but it’s also humanization. Separating you from what everyone already knows about you. Who is Bucky Barnes? Insert the quote about people wanting to vote for someone they feel they can have a beer with.”

Speechless at (what seemed to be) your clear read on him, his gaze shifted to one of admiration. “You’re hired.”

“I’m sorry?”

“My campaign manager,” he corrected your confusion. “I want it to be you. Come with me to my office.”

After sending everyone back to their desks to finish their tasks for the day, Bucky led you to his office at the campaign headquarters. 

“So you’re telling me you’ve been at this for months and didn’t have a campaign manager?” You asked, an incredulous tone in your voice.

“She quit.”

“Oh.”

He turned to you, his back previously facing you, and leaned on his desk with his hands lightly gripping the ends. The light in his office was dim, but it still bounced off of his metal arm beautifully. You’d always thought the vibranium arm was a better look for him.

“I need to win this election,” Bucky broke the ice. “I think you can help me do that.”

“Well first, we need to fix… that.”

“Fix what?” He asked, his brows furrowed and a clear sass in his tone.

“You’re not really a man of many words.”

“Never have been.”

“I find that hard to believe,” you tested. “Does Sam Wilson get a lot of words out of you?”

He scoffed playfully. “No.”

You stared at him silently, your eyes slightly squinted.

He shook his head, a playfully defeated grin on his face. “Fine. Sometimes.”

With a smirk on your face in return, you pulled out a notepad from your bag. “Let’s channel some of that Bucky, hm?”

From there, you dove headfirst into fixing Bucky’s campaign. Between scheduling fundraisers, charity appearances, town halls, several advertisements (including a hilarious one with Sam endorsing him), and endorsements from current Congresspeople. 

In just a few weeks, Bucky’s campaign had done a complete 180. The media changed their coverage of him entirely, and you did so without compromising his personality and trying to turn him into America’s golden boy, like his previous campaign manager.

“I’m very grateful for you,” Bucky continued. “I don’t know how I’m gonna do it, but��”

“Don’t rush it,” you cut him off. “We still have an election to win and it’s still very early.”

Bucky nodded in understanding. “Something tells me you’re not worried, though.”

“I’m not,” you said, the same smirk from before appearing on your face. “Numbers don’t lie, Barnes.”

ONE WEEK UNTIL ELECTION DAY

There was a line between professional and personal. It was clear. Never mix your professional life with your personal life beyond a reasonable amount. That couldn’t be hard, right?

Except when you’re working with—for Bucky Barnes who’s clearly gotten a bit of his 40s charm back in the last few years. 

You both enjoyed each other’s company. Bucky’s grumpy nature somewhat crumbled near you. Although you couldn’t completely break through it, you loved that part of him. He, on the opposite end, admired your wit, your knowledge and your wisdom that went well beyond your years. You shocked him with so many facts about history and he’s 110. You were a gem, the first person he’d actually opened up to after losing Steve besides Sam. And not once did you ever judge him.

But there was a line. It was clear, but fuck, is it now slowly starting to blur. 

“What are you doing later?” Bucky asked as he hesitantly placed his hands on your waist which you quickly swatted away.

“We’re at work, Bucky,” you warned, your attention still fixed on the list of tasks you needed to complete before Election Day in a week. “Someone could catch us.”

Bucky sat at his desk, loosening his tie. “The day’s over. It’s just you and me.”

“It is never just you and me here,” you corrected. “There are still canvassers and volunteers who have to make their way back to the office and collect their things. I have to hear back from the pollsters for our daily numbers, specifically from early exit polls, and then get in contact with media coordination to make sure that nobody’s pulled a quick one on you. I also need you to approve the last batch of ads to go out this week. It’s crunch time.”

“You’re insanely hot when you boss me around,” Bucky said as he undid the top button of his dress shirt, earning him an annoyed glare from you that he chuckled at. “I’m messing with you, although I wasn’t lying. You are gorgeous.”

“I’m flattered,” you said sarcastically. “I also don’t have any plans for tonight, to answer your question. It is a Tuesday.”

Bucky didn’t say anything as he studied your presence, soaking it all in. The furrow of your brows as you studied your to-do list, the way you bit the inside of your cheek absentmindedly whenever you were focused. 

He wasn’t lying. You are beautiful. Every piece of you.

Messing around with his campaign manager has the potential to raise so many alarm bells. After finally having the media and general public on his side—a result of your efforts—he couldn’t risk it. 

But the line was so easy to cross. 

Nothing had necessarily been romantic between the two of you, but you had gotten pretty damn close. 

There was a graze of each other’s hands, a gaze into each other’s eyes that lasted longer than it needed to, and a subtle glance at each other’s lips. There were late nights in the office, with takeout from Bucky’s favorite Chinese place and anecdotes from each other’s lives. There was a shared comfort between you that not only made you both feel at home, but a magnetic pull that was near impossible to ignore or fight. 

“No response, huh?” You turned your attention to Bucky, who you found staring at you. “Not even a slick remark? One of those sarcastic, grumpy quips of yours?”

“I am not grumpy,” he retorted.

“Could’ve fooled me,” you said with a giggle. God, he loved this side of you. “What are your plans for tonight?”

“Um,” he shrugged, moving his gaze to the traffic outside the window. “I don’t know. My campaign manager yelled at me about approving some ads.”

“I didn’t yell,” you defended yourself, moving to the other side of the desk where Bucky was. Sitting on the desk, you stared at the man to your right. “Why’d you decide to run?”

“Surprised it took you this long to ask,” he said, his head turning away from the window.

“My job doesn’t entail prying for unnecessary information,” you shrugged. “Just curious.”

Bucky chuckled, flashing that beautiful grin of his.

His decision to make a move for office was an amalgamation of things. After Sam had officially taken on the mantle of Captain America, Bucky had settled into more of civilian life. It was weird, not having a mission to accomplish. After fighting for several decades, being a regular person almost bothered him. 

Antsy, was how he described it to Sam, who had offered him tons of help that Bucky never took. He felt bad trying to get some work from his friend, though Sam never minded. With all of the resources at his disposal, he knew Bucky would be of great assistance. The brooding brunette, however, felt that maybe he needed to change his direction.

Eventually, seeing the struggles of the people in his neighborhood made him want a more grounded approach. There isn’t much help in the city since the Avengers have been gone, but fighting the bad guys with his fists was something Bucky wasn’t trying to do. Seeing Sam with government resources also gave him the idea, but searching for a different form of access. He can help the people in a non-destructive way, feeling better about himself and fighting the good fight.

“Needed a different approach to help people,” he admitted after gathering his thoughts. 

“Vigilante life not enough?”

“I never really considered myself a vigilante,” Bucky shrugged. “Didn’t do much work after the words were out of my head.”

“Didn’t you help Captain America stop the whole Flag Smashers thing?”

“I give him the credit for it,” he said sincerely. “He was meant to be a hero. Meant to have the shield.”

“You’re a hero too, you know,” you assured, offering Bucky a soft smile. “You just have different fights. Different paths, too.”

Bucky nodded. “Yeah. Maybe.”

Sam did have a different fight, but he’s built for it. Bucky was finally starting to be more forgiving of himself—of his past—and in a much better state of mind than years prior. He just didn’t need to fight with his hands. He didn’t need to create any more possibilities of destruction and violence. He wanted to help people in a way that felt more valuable. This was it.

ELECTION NIGHT

The polls close in an hour and a half, and Bucky’s leading by a decent margin to keep your (and his) anxiety at bay. 

It was at the point in the evening where all everyone could do was wait. Everyone who’s worked on this campaign has dedicated countless hours to pushing Bucky’s message. Though he is still not a man of many words, people weirdly admired him. The advertising did its job. 

Getting Bucky elected didn’t mean changing him. It didn’t mean forcing him to become a talkative extrovert that he was most certainly not. There was plenty to work with, and from the looks of it, success was in the cards. 

You looked over to Bucky through the doorway to his office. His eyes were glued to the computer screen, his usual contemplative stare adorning his face once again. Everyone had voted early in the morning when the polls had just opened, including Bucky. Since then, it’s been a waiting game.

“Feels weird voting for the first time in decades.”

After walking out of the voting location together, Bucky took you to get some breakfast at his favorite cafe.

“Who was the last person you voted for?” You said after taking a small sip of your coffee.

“Um,” he thought for a second. “Yeah. Roosevelt, 1944. Not even sure if my ballot counted during the war, but I filled it out.”

“That’s so crazy,” you giggled.

“What?”

“You voted for fucking FDR,” you exclaimed in a whisper, almost like a secret. “That’s so crazy to think of.”

Bucky chuckled, taking a sip of his own coffee with a roll of his eyes.

He was hiding it better this morning, but Bucky’s anxiety was almost palpable. He wasn’t anxious about winning, oddly enough. Sam had called him in the morning to wish him luck, not without a quick joke about him having to talk about more people. Bucky quieted his best friend’s contagious laughter with a confident voice, one he’d recently found with this campaign and your help. 

He knew he had this election in his pocket. It was a weird feeling, such confidence in himself. He was probably the biggest pessimist he knew, yet he felt a sense of serenity. 

The anxiety came with the waiting, the analysis of what kind of representative he’d be, what things he’d accomplish. Oh, and actually doing the fucking job.

What if his constituents ended up hating him, or protesting against him, or cussing him out in a town hall? He doesn’t do well with people, even though he had convinced himself he could become more talkative, more likeable. You had convinced him of that. Without wanting to change him, you helped him feel better about himself and what you called his ‘marketability’. 

And now he was going to win. Because of you.

“If you stare at that computer screen any longer, you might actually burn a hole through it.”

Bucky quickly looked up at you, a cocky grin on your face while you stood in the doorway with your arms crossed on your chest. 

“This is excruciating,” Bucky shut the computer, a grimace on his face.

“What happened to feeling good about today?” You said, closing his office door.

“I think I overestimated myself,” Bucky shook his head. “What if I’m not right for this at all?”

“You told me you were running because you wanted to help people,” you took a seat on the same spot of his desk where you were when you had said conversation. “That’s better than almost all people who run these days. Everything is about some kind of agenda that is self-serving and ends up hurting people more than helping them. You want to help them directly, even when you already have all of the means to do it. That’s more than enough to be right for it.”

“Shit, maybe you should have been the candidate.”

You giggled. “Shut up. You’ve got this. I know it.”

Staring at each other for a moment, Bucky placed his metal hand on yours. This was as far as you’d ever gone, neither of you initiating contact that clearly meant more than what meets the eye. 

“I meant it when I said I couldn’t have done this without you,” Bucky stood from his seat to stand right in front of you, his face mere inches from yours. “I probably would’ve dropped out by now.”

You smirked again, shaking your head. “I don’t think Sam would let you live that one down.”

“You’re right, and I hate when he’s right.”

Another brief pause, letting you get lost in each other’s eyes for a moment before you let yours drift to the clock in the corner of the room.

“Polls close in 20 minutes,” you said, but Bucky could only stare at your lips. 

Deciding he couldn’t wait any longer, he cupped your face in his hands, grabbing your attention.

“Is this okay?” He asked without hesitation, searching for a glimpse of rejection in your eyes, like he was expecting it.

Taking a quick glance at his lips before returning your gaze to his ocean-colored eyes, you gave him a quick nod. “It’s okay.”

Every late night, private one-on-one meetings to debrief events, planning Bucky’s appearances, Bucky learning all of your work habits, and each shared anecdote that only brought you closer. 

That line between professional and personal—there was no line anymore. Fuck the stupid fucking line.

Closing the short gap between you, Bucky planted his lips on yours, kissing you with a longing passion that both of you recognized had been brewing over the course of this campaign.

Bucky quickly undid the button and zipper of your slacks, he didn’t think he’d find fucking slacks attractive. Swiftly sliding his right hand past your underwear and rubbing circles on your clit, Bucky moved his kisses from your mouth to across your jaw and down your neck. You let out hard exhales, trying not to moan with the entire campaign staff right outside.

Bucky lifted his head to look down at you, then resting his forehead against yours as he proudly watched you squirm on his hand. You bit down on your lip as he slid two fingers inside of you, whimpering softly as you tried not to make much noise, but couldn’t stifle your pleasure any longer.

“Fuck, look at you falling apart for me,” Bucky whispered, his fingers getting faster with each thrust. “This is only my first thank-you, sweet girl. You deserve even more than this but I can’t feel those sweet walls around my cock with everyone outside, hm? So this’ll do, right?”

“Fuck yes, Bucky,” you moaned out, the sultry tone of his voice only pushing you toward your climax. “I’m so close.”

“Cum for me, baby,” he said before he kissed you again, curling his fingers inside of you, quickly making you shudder in pleasure as he helped you ride out your orgasm. “You’re so pretty.”

“Holy shit,” you breathed out after coming down from your high, Bucky retreating his fingers and licking them in front of you. “You’re a vice.”

He chuckled, just as everyone erupted in cheers outside. Bucky quickly opened up his computer, typing his password in while you buttoned and zipped up your pants. His last opened tab was one tracking the election results, and with polls closing in less than 10 minutes, the outlets were already making their conclusions.

Projected Winner — 10th Congressional District of New York: James Barnes

You smiled at the screen before looking at Bucky, who stared at the same screen in disbelief.

“We actually did it.”

You turned his face towards yours, planting another soft kiss on his lips.

“Congratulations, Congressman Barnes.”

A/N: stay on the lookout for the second and third part (while bucky is in congress and when he is out of congress — iykyk). i hope you enjoyed!

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Denim (Benny Cross x Shy!Reader Smut)

Heyyyy, remember when i did that little poll forever ago and the majority of you guys wanted me to turn the ending into smut? Well, here it is 🤗 I just pray nobody who knows me IRL will read this, but i hope all of YOU guys enjoy this! 🫶

Benny x Bunny Masterlist

Word Count- 2.1k+

Summary- He nearly groaned at the sight of you, all sweet in your soft satin slip with his rough denim jacket dwarfing your small figure.

18+ Minors please do not interact!

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Benny took a long, slow drag of his cigarette as he watched you from his place on the bed bend over to grab your slip dress from the floor. The trail of clothes leading into his bedroom were the result of his desires and fervor manifested by returning home to your sweet smile. After a particularly rough day with some new members joining the Vandals, his frustrations built and threatened to crack his carefully crafted persona of calm, his entire ride back home was filled with nothing but the dirty thoughts he had of bending you over the kitchen counter and releasing his anger. But upon entering his house, his senses were overwhelmed by the smell of something sweet baking in the oven. He found you standing at the kitchen island, adorning a flour-covered apron overtop one of your pretty little sundresses. You held a spatula in one hand, stirring it into the bowl of what Benny could only assume was batter, and the other was holding open a cookbook on the countertop, finger lightly tracing the words as you mouthed the instructions softly. 

“Hi, honey!” You greeted him with that smile that just seemed to melt away all his aggressions. “I’m baking a pie for tomorrow. I’ve never tried this recipe so I’m making my failsafe too, just in case.”

You were referring to another Vandals meeting happening tomorrow evening. A sickeningly sweet warmth bloomed in his chest and he knew he couldn’t fuck you there like what he’d planned. No, you were so thoughtful and kind. He wanted to make love to you, to show you that he loved you. That’s what you deserved. 

“God, you’re beautiful," he said as he watched the slip fall over your shoulders, gracefully laying over your body like water running over stones, covering your figure down to your mid thigh. 

He leaned his upper half against the headboard, one arm propped behind his head, the sheets pulled noncommittally over his bare hips. From the bed, he could see the blush tinge your nose and cheeks. He loved that he still had that effect on you, it filled him with a sense of pride that his words (among other things) could still garner a physical reaction from you. 

You grinned at him sheepishly. “That’s what I think about you.”

Benny had never been with a woman that called him beautiful before you. Sure, he’d been complimented many times, but called beautiful? That was something only you have ever told him. You found a lot of things beautiful, constantly pointing out flowers on the side of the highway or sunsets on the horizon. He loved seeing the world through your eyes. Sure, he appreciated the sunsets sometimes or your new dresses, but he only found them beautiful when you were on the back of his bike to enjoy the sunset, only thought the flowers were pretty when you placed them in your hair. Beauty was only a concept when you were involved. 

He watched as you began picking up the rest of your clothes, gathering everything in your arms, but then something caught your eye. Discarding the rest of your clothes on the foot of the bed, you bent, giving Benny a generous view of your chest before retrieving the item that gave you pause. 

He glanced down at it in your hands. His Vandals jacket. He quirked a brow as your gaze fluttered back up to his, a flirtatious glint in your eye. You turn from him and move to stand in front of the mirror above the desk. He watches intently as you slowly spin the jacket and bring it around behind you, sliding each hand through at a time before shrugging it over your shoulder. It was several sizes too big on you. Your fingertips barely grazed the ends of each sleeve and the hem of the denim covered your butt. You swiped at your hair trapped beneath the collar as you studied yourself in the reflection. 

You’re eyes locked with him in the mirror and you smiled. “You reckon I could be a Vandal?”

He nearly groaned at the sight of you, all sweet in your soft satin slip with his rough denim jacket dwarfing your small figure. “Bunny, I reckon you could take over that whole damn club tomorrow if you walked in wearing that.”

Your giggle sent a jolt through his stomach and he felt himself grinning like an idiot as he watched you turn from the mirror and do a spin for him. You were just too damn cute. 

“Now, you’re official,” he teased, blowing out a trail of smoke from between his lips, eyes unable to look away from you as you moved back to the bedside. 

“Not quite.” You fixed him with a mischievous look as you crawled onto the bed slowly, sliding a leg over his hips so that you were straddling his lap. “I still need something to ride.”

He smudged the rest of his cigarette out in the ashtray before his hands found the soft flesh of your bare thighs. You planted your palms over his chest and the sensation burned straight through to his heart. He leaned up to capture your lips. “I think I have something you could take for a spin.” 

He swallowed your moan, hands kneading up to your hips where he helped position you over himself. You had never been the one on top before, and your heart pounded at the intimidating idea. But because Benny always seemed to read your thoughts, he said, “It’s okay, baby. Just go slow.” 

Benny’s hands on thighs tightened, helping to guide himself to your entrance and you released a breathy moan of satisfaction when you felt his cock sink into you. He clenched his jaw tightly when you began to move slowly, hesitantly, his rough fingers tracing your soft skin with an almost reverent touch. “Fuck,” he groaned, his eyes rolling into the back of his head momentarily as you rode him.

Though he wanted to remain locked onto you, his eyes couldn’t help but roam over every curve of your beautiful body, illuminated by the soft glow of the bedside lamp. He marveled at how easily you brought him to his knees, at how you seemed to just control his every thought. When he came home to you standing in the kitchen, so innocent and unassuming, all the day’s frustrations and worries just melted away. You had the power to do that. And now, with you rocking above him, your eyes locked onto his, he felt that very same sensation of awe wash over him again. How did he ever get so lucky?

“You feel so good, Bunny,” he moaned as his head fell back against the pillow, his heart pounding in his ears. “Just–just like that.”

He took one of your hands in his, bringing it up to his face and planting kisses to your palm. With every movement you made, his thoughts spiraled further, his mind becoming hazy. Mine, the word echoed in his head as a fierce and possessive need that both terrified and thrilled him. He had never thought he’d want something so badly in his life, never thought he’d care so much. But here you were, in his bed, in his life, and he was utterly lost in you. Every kiss he pressed to your skin, every touch was a promise – a promise to do anything he could to keep you, to make you happy, to be worthy of you. 

At his praise, you felt confidence bubble within you, and you picked up the pace, driven by the need to please him, your hips grinding into his with a friction that sent electricity straight into your core. The sound of your shared breaths, the squeak of the bed springs both filled the room in a sweet symphony that drove you to the very edge. 

Your name slipped from his lips in a broken, needy sound that made your heart skip a beat. You could feel him straining beneath you, his muscles taut with desire. You leaned forward, your hair falling into a curtain around his face as you pressed a kiss to his jaw, watching as his eyes darkened with fervor, his control slipping. 

His hand slid up your back, beneath the Vandals jacket, pulling you closer, his lips finding yours in a searing kiss that made your head spin. He kissed you like he couldn’t get enough of you, like he was starving for you, his tongue sliding against yours with a hunger that sent waves of heat through your entire body. 

And in typical Benny fashion, he couldn’t relinquish control for long. Without breaking the kiss, he rolled you both over, pinning you beneath him, his weight pressing you into the mattress in a way that caused you to squeal lightly. Not of fear, there was never fear with Benny. He broke the kiss, his mouth moving down to your neck as his hand cupped your breast through your thin nightgown.

“You’re mine,” he growled, his voice clouded by a possessive rasp as his hand gripped the bare flesh of your thigh, positioning it higher onto his own hip. You responded instantly, wrapping yourself tighter against him. “Every inch of you.”

 Unable to speak, you nodded, your hands moving up to grip his shoulders as he entered you with deep, powerful thrusts that made you cry out in ecstasy. Benny didn’t hold back – he couldn’t – his movements were rough and demanding as he took you, each plunge sending a shockwave through you, a white blinding sensation behind your eyes. The intensity of it was overwhelming, your senses filled with nothing but him – his touch, his scent, the way he filled you completely. 

“Benny, please,” you whimpered, your words almost incoherent as your pleasure built to a peak. 

He buried his face in the crook of your neck, his breath tickling against your overstimulated flesh as his hand came up to interlock with your own, pinning it beside your head. He groaned, “I’ve got you, Bunny . . . I’ve got you.” 

His words were a promise, and they filled you with a warmth that went beyond physicality. And when the wave finally crashed over you, it was all-consuming, your body tightening against his as a cry escaped your lips. Benny wasn’t far behind you, his own release hitting like a storm, and he groaned against your skin, his body shuddering from the force of it. Your vision blurred with euphoria but you grasped onto the way he said your name so softly. 

Benny lowered onto his elbows, laying his upper body slack against yours as his labored breaths filled your ringing ears, his heart pounding against your own chest. For a few moments, you both lay there, each coming down off your passionate high, his hand still tightly wrapped around your own. He pressed a kiss against your temple as he whispered, “You’re everything to me, Bunny. Everything.”

You smiled as you brought your hands up to run through his hair. Benny rarely ever expressed his love in words. I love you, was not an expression he often used. Instead, he found other ways to emphasize his affections. They never ceased to fill you with a sense of belonging that you’ve never felt before. 

As the heat began to cool between you, he eventually pulled out, leaning up onto his elbows again, to gaze down at you with a lazy smile playing on his face. He brushed a strand of your hair from your face, his thumb grazing your cheek in a gentle caress. “You’ve got no idea what you do to me, Bunny.”

You shot him a teasing grin. “Maybe I have some idea.”

He chuckled, shaking his head before he rolled onto his back beside you, pulling you along with him so that you were draped across his chest. You rested your head there, listening to the rhythm of his heartbeat as your breathing slowed. 

After a few moments, Benny spoke up again, his low voice cutting through the comfortable silence. “How about we make a deal?”

You tilted your head up at him, your curiosity piqued. “What kind of a deal?”

His hand slipped beneath the denim jacket again to trace circles along your back as he mused, “Whenever you’re feelin’ low or like you’re not enough . . . you come to me, and I’ll remind you how wrong you are.”

Your heart squeezed in your chest at his words. He knew you struggled with confidence and to hear him wanting to actively help you in whatever way he could . . . well, it just made you love him all that much more. It was impossible not to fall in love with him every day when he said such things to you, when he made you feel like the most precious thing in his world. “And what about you? What if you need reminding?”

His eyes softened as they fluttered over your features. “Then I’ll come to you. You’re the only one who makes me feel like more than I am.” 

You leaned up, pressing a kiss to his lips, slow and sweet, sealing the promise. “Deal.”

You pulled back, a hint of mischief gleaming in your eyes, and you asked, “Do I have to wear the jacket though?”

He grinned, his arms tightening around you as he pulled you into him even closer. “Definitely.”

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Vision Of Love(Toshinori Yagi x Fem!Reader)

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, bodily fluids(cum, precum, female ejaculate), squirting, nipple play, impregnation, breeding kink, daddy kink, lewd themes, retired Toshinori, specifically Small Might word count: 2.4k pairings: Toshinori Yagi x Fem!Reader summary: Toshi comes home and he's feeling rather frisky. he doesn't think he's got it in him to make you a mommy, but you're both in for a surprise. a/n: this is the fic that won in the poll!\dividers by @adornedwithlight

You’re the apple of Toshinori’s eye. Ever since meeting you, he’s felt so comfortable and so safe with you. You make him feel so young. He had been worried at first, considering the age gap and him retiring from being a hero. It was just a weird combination at the time and he was worried you wouldn’t like him. He was insecure about so many things, especially with no longer having the embers of One For All.

But you were so sweet. You showed him love like nobody else ever had. This was pure, true love. The kind of love that feels so new, novel and unlike anything else. It wraps you up in a blanket on a cold and chilly day, handing you a mug of your favorite tea. It’s the kind of love that makes your heart squeeze in your chest, and you feel light and airy.

With renewed confidence, Toshinori wooed you. He did everything to make sure you were comfortable. Things got intimate fast, which neither one of you complained about. Soon, he got to thinking about his future with you. You weren’t going anywhere. You were deeply in love with him. And so, maybe the idea of having a family wasn’t such a farfetched, ridiculous dream that Toshinori couldn’t have. Maybe it was finally in reach.

When he got home that night, there was something different about your boyfriend. He moved about with a little more swagger. He seemed almost excited about something. His eyes would linger on your form a little longer than normally. His hands pressed on your body, soothing over your curves. Toshinori was definitely smitten with you, but something seemed even more intense today.

“Are you okay?” You ask him as you wash the dishes after dinner.

He saunters over to you, wrapping his long arms around you. Toshinori leans in to whisper in your ear, and you can smell his cologne on him. It’s such a wonderful smell. You lean back against him and he smirks.

“I’ve been thinking about you all day,” he whispers. “Just been needing my sweet girl all day.”

Something about this definitely excites you. It makes your stomach flip and your heart races. You try to hide the flush on your cheeks, but Toshinori can see it. He knows you’re as eager as he is to get into the bed and enjoy each other. He also knows you’re ovulating right now, considering he’s kept up with your period tracker. His breath tickles your face.

“Why don’t you forget about the dishes for a moment, huh? Come with me.”

You don’t need to be told twice. Toshinori guides you to your shared bedroom, closing the door behind him. Somehow you feel a little more shy once again. He finds this so endearing. He can tell you’re just as needy as he is right now, but you won’t admit it. 

Toshinori towers over you, smiling down at you. His eyes are dark with lust. Then his large hands cup your cheeks, pulling you a little closer to him. Your lips meet in a sweet kiss that soon turns hungry as soon as you part your lips and let his tongue into your mouth.

He holds you close to his body, knowing he doesn’t feel the same way as he used to when he had all of One For All. When he was muscular, he would have felt even more confident. But when you begin to caress his chest, he suddenly feels so good about himself. The soft moans you let out as you two make out make his cock twitch to life. He’s been wanting to fuck you all day, and now he was going to make sure he takes his time with you.

Softly, he begins to undress you. He presses kisses to each body part that’s uncovered. Your skin is so smooth and you smell so good, but it’s something even deeper than that. Toshinori helps you onto the bed and he settles between your spread legs. He’s got a goofy grin on his face as he leans back in to kiss you.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs against your neck before nipping at the tender flesh there. “So fuckin’ beautiful, my angel.”

You gasp as he sinks his teeth in your neck, sucking softly to make a big red welt appear. You tangle your fingers in his hair as he begins to sloppily kiss a trail down your body.

Toshinori flashes you another grin, this one is a bit more perverted as he looks up at you. He cups your breasts in his large hands, pushing them together. Then he takes one of your pert buds into his mouth, sucking softly. He moans something under his breath, but you can make out something like ‘can’t wait…so full of milk…’

Even more slick dribbles from your pussy as you think about what he’s just said. He must be in a mood to say something as filthy as that. Usually Toshinori is a bit more reserved when it comes to dirty talk. He does it, but it takes a little coaxing most of the time. He looks up at you, tit still in his mouth.

Then his free hand slides down between your legs, toying with your pussy through your panties. He doubles down on his efforts, sucking and nipping on your nipple. Then he swirls his tongue around it, leaning in to nip at the swell of your breast.

“You know,” he starts. “You always taste so sweet.”

Your cheeks burn when he says this. He spreads your thighs even wider, pulling down your panties with haste. He brings them to his nose, grunting as he gets a whiff of your heady scent. You’re so wet already and you've barely done anything. His long fingers part your soaked folds, loving the way your arousal is now leaking out of you profusely.

“Tell me,” he says as he gets on his stomach. “Do I really excite you this much?”

To emphasise his teasing and confident mood, he blows cool air on your swollen clit. You whine his name, your hips rolling and bucking up to reach his mouth. He chuckles softly before kissing all over your mound and inner thighs, making you ache for him even more.

“Baby, I asked you a question.” His voice is firm now. “Don’t leave me hanging here,”

You try to formulate words but with the way his breath keeps hitting your slick folds, it’s hard to think of anything that makes sense. Finally you let out, “you really excite me.”

He kisses your clit, moaning at the way it seems to just throb beneath his lips. Then he looks up at you from his spot between your thighs. This has to be one of the sexiest things you’ve ever seen in your life.

“Thank you, my angel. You’re such a good girl for me.”

His praise only serves to turn you on even more. Toshi’s tongue darts down to capture your essence as it comes from your little hole. He loves that he can make you feel this way with just his words and a little bit of teasing. It’s so sexual in so many ways and he would be lying if he said his cock wasn’t actively throbbing in his loose sweatpants.

He doesn’t say anything else. He just watches you through his eyebrows for a bit as his breath hits your wanton and greedy cunt. Toshinori enjoys having you in this position. Then he presses another kiss to your clit, making you whine his name. His cock jumps, throbbing and twitching.

The minute he begins to lap at you, it’s filthy and sloppy. His tongue swipes up through your folds and over your clit over and over. It’s heavenly pleasure, and you feel like you’re floating already. As you reach down to tug on his messy hair, Toshinori moans against your clit. He pulls it between his lips, suckling softly and making you shake.

“Do you want to cum this way?” He asks, looking at you as his fingers tease the swollen little bud. “Do you want to cum before I breed this tiny hole?”

One of his fingers prods your hole, making you squirm under him. Just the tip goes in, rubbing sensitive flesh. Then he pulls it back out, bringing it to his lips. He watches you as he licks the juices from his fingertip.

“P-please,” you pant out. “Please let me cum.”

“Yeah? You wanna cum on my tongue, huh?”

You whine again, rocking your hips for a little more stimulation. Toshi chuckles breathily and then he leans back in to kiss your clit. He presses his lips on it, almost making out with the little bud. He loves the way you get so excited over just clitoral stimulation. The way you come undone from so little boosts his ego a lot.

“Don’t worry,” he says as he pulls away to suck on his fingers. “I’ll make you cum.”

You gasp when his long fingers push into you, spreading you open. Then you moan his name as he sucks on your clit. The double stimulation has the knot in your stomach coiling so tight. You try to warn him, but it all happens so fast.

With your thighs shaking, your walls clamping down on his digits, you cum. Hard. Part of you wishes you would have laid down towels first, but nothing can stop the stream of fluid that comes from you. Toshi grunts in surprise, but he eagerly laps up every last drop. He pulls away from you, sitting up on his knees and wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“That was really sexy,” he says as he leans in to kiss you. You can taste yourself on his lips.

“Only for you,” you mutter against his lips.

You reach down to squeeze his bulge. Toshi whimpers, bucking into your touch. You want to tease him too, but you know he’s going to get the upper hand in this situation anyway. He pulls down his sweatpants and his thick erection bobs free. It’s already leaking pearlescent fluid and it looks so delicious.

“Baby,” he whispers hoarsely. “You know I’d usually let you suck my cock, but fuck—” he grunts as he strokes himself. “I need to be inside of you. Now.”

His cock sits heavy on your mound as he pushes your knees to your chest. He’s got a goal, and this is the position he wants to complete this goal in. With that grin on his face, Toshinori pushes into you until you’re full of just him and his balls rest against your ass. He’s grunting loudly, loving the pull of your warm walls.

“Perfect little pussy,” he moans as he begins to rock his hips. 

You try to reach out to touch him, but he’s got you folded in the perfect mating press. Each thrust makes it feel like he’s so deep inside of you. He watches as you slowly lose yourself to this pleasure. It’s gorgeous to be able to watch your angelic face contort with such pleasure.

“Pretty little angel,” he grunts as he picks up his pace. “I’m gonna breed your little cunt, got it? Breed you and fill you and make you a mommy.”

Your cunt spasms around him, making him growl and pound into you like a feral animal. He knew you’d love the breeding talk, but this time he was very serious. He wasn’t getting any younger and the two of you had talked about having kids before, so it wasn’t like you were against it. If anything, you were more turned on that he was finally deciding on doing this.

“Fuck yes! Please, Toshi!” You whine as his cock brushes against your sweet spot once again.

“Mmm I love when you say my name like that. Are you going to be a good girl and milk daddy’s cock?”

That almost sends you over the edge. You nod your head eagerly and you bring his hand to your clit. Toshi watches as you slip into bliss once more and you get so close. He continues to praise you for taking his cock so well. 

“Such a good girl for me. So fucking good. I love you, baby. You always know how to make me so happy.” He kisses you deeply as he reaches so deep inside of you. He continues to rub your clit in time with his deep thrusts.

“Love you too,” you moan. “Love you so much—fuck! I’m so close!”

Your eyes roll back as the pleasure washes over you in waves of pure bliss. Toshinori grunts as your walls begin to clamp down around him, milking the orgasm out of him. Ropes of thick, hot cum begin to flood your pussy. The two of you ride out the euphoric high, then slowly come to meet each other in a sweet kiss.

“I love you. I always will.” He whispers.

“I feel the same way.”

A month and some later…

You and Toshinori were eagerly awaiting the results of your pregnancy test. Though you had maybe thought he had gotten a bit overboard with his fantasy that night, you realized soon after that he had meant it. And the two of you worked together to create a little baby. It had been your dream to become parents.

When the pregnancy test shows the positive sign, you hug Toshinori and he kisses you gently. He tenderly brushes some hair out of your face and he kisses once, twice and then another time. He’s so happy, he can’t wipe the grin off of his face.

“I can’t believe…I didn’t think…” he laughs and then tries to get his words out. “With my age and my health, I didn’t think I had it in me. I’m so happy.”

You smirk at him. “You’re more virile than you thought, All Might. You’ve still got it in you.”

He pushes you gently down on the couch and kisses you again. “Careful love, this is how you got in this predicament in the first place. Those words that turn me on, that’s what got me riled up.”

You kiss him again. “No regrets. Never any regrets.”

With that sweet grin on his face, you know you can trust this man to take good care of you for your entire life.

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You Have A Baby?! (Franco Colapinto X Reader)

Fandom: RPF/Formula 1

Requested: Nope (Your Poll Winner!)

Warnings: Assumed parental status

POV: Second Person (You/your

W.C. 1640

Summary: Franco heard something, and he's determined to get to the bottom of it.

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

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Franco liked to observe you from a distance. You were the only person who could make him nervous, so he kept the space. 

You were a member of Hi-Tech in Formula 2, so he never actually knew you. He just saw you, and from the brief conversations he heard from you, he knew that he was smitten. The day he finally got the courage, he rounded the corner to the Hi-Tech garage before he heard you talking with some of the team.

“So, how’s Henry doing?” The engineer asked you. You smiled bashfully, leaning back in your chair and turning your attention away from your laptop. Franco decided to just peer around the wall but keep out of sight as much as possible.

“Oh, he’s in his exploring stage! I can’t get this guy to sit still!” You boasted, pulling out your phone to, presumably, show pictures of Henry to your coworker.

Who was Henry? Franco thought you were single. You had a kid?!  Which Franco had nothing against that! He just thought you were pretty young, but he wasn’t going to discriminate against you for being a young parent! He’s willing to become a step-dad for you. Wait, Henry could also be some secret lover, too. He decided it was better to hold off asking you out until he knew more about Henry.

A week later, you disappeared. You were no longer in Hi-Tech. Franco found out from Paul that you moved into Formula 1, Alpine to be specific. They offered you the same role with a higher pay, and Hi-Tech couldn’t match it. They weren’t upset; they actually encouraged it!

When Franco was called up to Williams, he was more excited to see you around than he was to actually drive the car. He also made frequent stops in Alpine under the guise that he knew Jack from Formula 2. It was on one of those visits that he heard more about Henry.

“How is Henry liking daycare?” One of the members of the PR team asked you as Franco rounded the corner with Jack. He stopped short once again to listen in. This also didn’t go unnoticed by Jack.

“I heard he isn’t making any friends,” You frowned as you put your phone down. “I might just need to start bringing him with me again, but I want him to socialize! I think I just need to get him a sibling. There wouldn’t be too big of an age gap if I started preparing now. Plus, I miss the baby stage.”

How old is Henry? Franco asked himself as he tried to hide his wide eyes. He didn’t know what he thought, but he assumed Henry had to be around 6 or 7. The way you were talking about him made Franco think Henry was maybe 3 or 4 at most. Did you still have contact with the other parent? Maybe you weren't single after all. 

The next chance he got was a couple of race weekends later. You were chilling outside the Alpine hospitality, and Paul and Jack were sitting with you. You were getting ready to interview them since you knew that Paul was going to be the reserve driver, and Jack was already confirmed and announced. You wanted to get a headstart on the promotional material, so you were simply chatting with them to get them more comfortable with you. 

“Is Owen settling in alright? How is Henry feeling no longer being an only child?” Paul chuckled as he took a bite of his food. 

“Owen’s fine,” You dragged out. “As for Henry, he’s mouthy and voicing his concerns, but they like each other. And this is not the first time Henry’s had a sibling. I’ve shown you Betty before, right?”

Now, there’s three kids? Franco was freaking out. Maybe he wouldn’t be cut out for this.

“Ah Betty-Boo!” Jack gasped in remembrance. “How long has it been?”

“Two years,” You replied solemnly as you looked through some of the pictures on your phone. You probably had thousands of pictures of your children, and looking at your first made you reminisce. “It’s right what they say. Your first child makes you want another and another, but Henry and Owen are just mouthy pieces of shit.”

“What did you say? Did you just call your kids bitches?” Franco couldn’t stop himself from calling out. You, Jack, and Paul all looked at him, not expecting Franco to be standing there.

“I’ll bring them to one of the last races, and you’ll see what I mean,” You chuckled, shaking your head. You were used to this. “Trust me, you’ll see my point.”

Abu Dhabi was the final race week, and Franco was ready to meet the infamous Henry and Owen. True to your word, news spread like wildfire through the paddock that you had brought the children. It seemed like everyone in F2 was more hyped to meet them, like they already knew them.

Franco decided to slowly walk up to the Alpine hospitality where he had heard you were chilling out with the boys because they hated loud noises. Just as Franco opened the door, he was met with a wall of screaming.

“Luke, Owen, stop it! You're riling him up, Luke!” You seethed at the F2 driver as you hit him in the back of the head. Still, the random scream, which was way too high-pitched to be Luke, continued.

“I join. I join,” another voice said, and suddenly, two high-pitched screams filled the room. Luke laughed. 

“No, don’t even think about it, Henry! I swear to god, Luke. Why do you always have to be a pain?” You groaned, and that’s when Franco rounded the corner. He sees you sitting with your head in your hands while Luke and Gabriele stand next to you, laughing and holding…parrots?

“You’re kids are parrots?!” Franco asked as calmly as possible, but his mind was reeling. That was not what he was expecting. “You’re kidding me.”

“Not a parrot,” the one Luke was holding said immediately as it looked, more like glared at Franco.

“Henry, be nice,” You lectured, standing up and putting out your arm for the bird. “Franco, this is Henry, and he gets mad when you just call him a parrot. What are you, Henry? Can you tell Franco?”

“Cockatoo,” Henry answered as he flew over to your arm.

“He’s a Sulphur Crested Cockatoo. I’ve had him since I was a child,” You answered as you smoothed out his feathers. “He’s the mouthy one I was talking about.”

“I’m not. You are,” Henry quipped, flying over to circle Franco before landing on his shoulder. You rolled your eyes before giving Franco a look as if to say, ‘See?’ causing Franco to smile and cautiously pet Henry.

“And that is Owen. He’s a Harlequin Macaw,” You gestured to the one Gabriele was still petting. Owen looked over at Franco for a second before turning his attention back to Luke. “He’s pretty chill, but when you get Henry going, Owen follows his big brother. That’s what the screaming match was earlier. Luke knows how to ruffle some feathers.”

“So this whole time, you were talking about parrots?” Franco clarified as he slowly began to pet Henry.

“Not a parrot,” Henry squawked as he jutted his head at Franco’s hand, causing the driver to flinch and snap his hand back.

“Right, right. Not a parrot,” Franco conceded, staring intently at Henry. “A cockatoo and macaw.”

“Me?” Owen spoke up as he flew over and landed on Franco’s shoulder. Franco froze again as he looked at the more colourful bird.

“I’m talking about you, yes,” He said simply before turning back to you. “I like them, but can you get them off me now?”

“Oh no,” You dragged out with a smirk, “I heard all about your crush and how you wanted to be a step-dad to Henry and Owen, so I think you need some bonding time.”

“How did you know that? Who told you?” He gasped, spooking Henry and Owen to fly over to you. 

“You underestimate how much Jack hears and what we talk about,” You teased as you walked closer to Franco, holding Henry and Owen between the two of you. “Plus, we all knew that you and Jack weren't that close from the one race you met him in F2. I had him be a little spy, but don’t worry. I find it cute.”

“So I guess the only question is, are you free for dinner tonight?” Franco flipped back to his confident self as he winked at you.

“I am free, technically,” You smirked, gesturing to the birds, “but you’ll need to ask the boys. They’re attention whores, and they were pretty deadset on a movie night.”

“I like movies,” Franco shrugged as he looked between the two birds, “Would you mind if I joined you?”

Neither bird answered Franco, causing him to look at you nervously. “Offer strawberry water,” you sighed with a smile, “It’s like crack to them.”

“I’ll bring strawberry water?” Franco offered skeptically, but when both birds began squawking and flapping their wings excitedly, Franco backed up slightly but smiled. “Okay, I’ll be at your hotel room with pizza and strawberry water around 7. Would you like anything specific? Is there anything like crack for you?”

“Just your presence,” You flirted with a wink before you took the birds back. “Alright, boys, say bye to Franco. We’ll see him later. He needs to get in a car and go fast!”

“Faster than fast, quicker than quick,” Henry started repeating over and over as he flew around you. “I am speed.”

“Ka-Chow Franco,” Owen said as he stuck his head out at Franco, “iVamos!”

“I think you can guess what we’re watching,” You rolled your eyes, “It’s their favorite.”

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My Raven Queen Redesign! Part 2 of my EAH Redesign series!

I’m not gonna lie, this was hard, and I’m still not 100% happy with the result, but after… eleven hours…. I ended up with something I like! I even ended up overhauling her design three full times…

I’m not sure what this style is called, but I’ve been mentally referring to it as ‘fantasy detective’ since my references were all men in formal wear with long coats like Sherlock. I kept her headband (and reduced it to three spikes to more resemble a tiara), and added some spike bracelets to her wrists and ankles to match it. I wasn’t able to draw much from her story, since, unsurprisingly, ‘Snow White’ is about Snow White and not the evil queen. But I think that fits, since she’s not that interested in fulfilling her story anyways 🙃.

In her left hand is a wand! In Thronecoming, the gift the Evil Queen left that’s swapped with a coin is a magic wand, which we never see or hear about again (I’m pretty sure). So, she gets that back!

Her skirt has two layers. I wanted to incorporate her original skirt ruffles, so I placed it on the outside and singed the edges to make it look burnt, since Raven isn’t the best with her powers yet.

There isn’t too much more to say, I just went with my gut and drew up a cute outfit for her. No new poll, since I’ll be doing Apple next because the last one was so close. I also did not expect that last post to blow up like it did, thank you so much to everyone who reblogged and left such nice words!! :D I’ll leave you with some Cerise and Raven chibi doodles. Until next time!

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Horangi x König x Reader (fem)

Poll story! Thank you to everyone who voted!

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Master List

>cw: fem/afab, threeway, p in v, oral

2.8 word count

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After a long mission, König and Horangi decide to go to a local bar to drink and celebrate a job well done. They get a table in the back, per König’s request. He hates when people stare at him, and they always do. Horangi makes his way to the bar to order them some drinks when he passes you. You’re there with some friends, it looks like. Stunning.

On his way back from the bar with drinks in hand, Horangi has an excited sparkle in his brown eyes. He places the drinks down on the table and then slams his fist down.

“There is the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen here.”

König looks at Horangi annoyed, “You know we don’t have the same type.”

“No, this woman transcends types. She’s just stunning.”

“Where?”

“The one in black sitting at the big round table. Go grab napkins or something and look at her,” Horangi encourages König.

“No, that’s weird.”

“Shut up, go!” Horangi playfully demands of him.

König stands from the table, glaring at Horangi as he turns to walk off. He walks past the table you’re sitting at and he sees you. It’s almost like time stood still for a moment as his eyes fall on you. Horangi was right. You’re divine. He almost stumbles over his own feet as he simply turns around. Horangi face-palming at how awkward König is.

“Mein Gott, she’s beautiful.”

“I know. I wonder if either of us would have a chance.” Horangi looks over his shoulder in your direction.

König slips his beer underneath his sniper hood as he takes a sip and looks over at you, too. König’s picked women up at the bar before, but never one that looks like you. You seem almost untouchable.

“We should talk to her.”

“We?” König looks at Horangi wide eyed.

“Yes, we. After the mission we went on, why not?”

König’s eyes went back to you before taking another drink. “You’re crazy then.”

“If we had the chance to have the three-way we always talked about, it would be with her.”

He has a point, but it still feels weird to just approach a random woman at the bar. Especially when you’re as big as König. That’s just not something you do. At the same time, it has been a while since he’s been with a woman…

Before König could give his final opinion, Horangi springs up from his seat and makes his way over to you. König watches with wide eyes as Horangi puts on his best confident stride and casually walks up beside you.

“Hello,” Horangi greets your group of friends to be polite before turning to you. “I just wanted to speak for me and my friend over there and say that you’re the most beautiful woman we’ve ever seen.”

König can see Horangi point to him. His face turns hot as he tries to not pay too much attention. He can’t believe Horangi is actually going through with this. What if it works?

You gaze into the beautiful brown eyes of this man dressed in a military uniform and peer over to his friend sitting in the back. A smile spreads across your lips as you take in his words. His Korean accent adding to his charm.

“That’s very sweet of you two.” You smirk and look back over at his friend. “Are you two military?”

“Yes, we are. We just came back from deployment actually. It’s just us celebrating our return home…if you’d like to join?”

There is a small giggle from the women you’re with as you turn to them. Your closest friend gives you a thumbs up and a wink, boosting your confidence. After a short moment of taking in everyone’s expressions, you turn back to him.

“Sure, why not.”

Under Horangi’s mask, he smiles widely. He steps back to allow you room to follow him back to the table König’s waiting at. König sat there looking dumbfounded. How? How did he get her over here?

“I’m Horangi, an Operator at KorTac. This is König, Colonel at KorTac.”

A pair of icy blue eyes look at you from underneath a sniper hood. Sitting, König looks like a giant. He reaches his hand out to shake yours.

“Pleasure to meet you.” A thick Austrian accent carries his words.

“Pleasure to meet you too.” You place your hand in his. His hand completely dwarfs your own.

After two hours of talking to the two men and light drinking, Horangi decides it’s now or never to ask. He clears his throat and looks at König. König, looking at your love struck, didn’t notice his friends’ social cues. So Horangi just cut him off mid sentence.

“Would you all want to continue this conversation back to my place?” Horangi’s soft brown eyes gaze into your own, running down to your lips making your heart flutter.

You’re not married, young, and trying to explore new things after your most recent break up. A one-night stand, let alone group sex, is something that would usually turn you off immediately. Maybe it’s the lift trials or the fact both men are charming, but you nod in agreement. König’s in disbelief. Horangi is a mad man, a genius. How is he so smooth with women?

König finishes his final drink and stands, revealing his true height. You just look up at him in awe. Horangi is around 6 feet, which is already tall. König is nearly a foot taller than Horangi. A god almost. König looks down to see how you’re staring at him, causing his breath to catch in his throat.

Once back at Horangi’s apartment, he walks you into his bedroom. You look around, taking in the small things that tell you about him. As you look, you can hear König shut the bedroom door behind you.

Horangi pulls his balaclava off, showing his handsome face to you for the first time. He runs a hand through his thick black hair as he approaches you. König watches your body language and how you’re receiving the advances from his friend.

You stand there feeling the tension rising in the bedroom as Horangi puts his hands on your waist, pulling you closer to him. His hand cupping your cheek and bringing you in for a kiss. You kiss back as his hand glides over your body, squeezing your ass.

Horangi opens his eyes in the kiss to look at König watching them and motion in over. König took a deep breath and walked up behind you, sandwiching you in-between both men. A chill runs down your spin as König wraps his massive hands around your stomach, reaching for the hem of your shirt and lifting it up.

König pulls your shirt off, tossing it onto the floor. Horangi leans down, kissing your cleavage as he snakes his hands behind your back to unhook your bra. His hands guide it off of your body as his kisses lower to your breasts, slowly finding your nipple. A soft sigh comes from your lips that gets both men excited.

With one hand, König lifts his mask slightly to reveal his mouth. He places a trail of kisses along your neck and down your back slightly. His hands wrap around your waist to caress your stomach. Horangi licking and sucking on your sensitive nipples makes you whimper softly. You turn your head to the side to look at König as he kisses back up your neck. His lips press against yours with a needy passion you’ve never felt before.

Horangi gently turns your body so you face König. You tilt your head all the way back to look up into his blue eyes. The small part of his face you can see from him holding up his mask has a scar across it, making you wonder if that’s the only reason he’s wearing it.

König pinches your chin between his fingers to hold your head up to him as he leans down to kiss you again. He slips his tongue out, pressing it past your lips. Both of your tongues swirl together before he gently bites your bottom lip. His other hand gropes at your breasts, twirling your nipple between his fingers.

Horangi stands behind you, grabbing at the buttons on your pants and undoing them. He drags your pants down, staring at your shapely ass in a peach-colored thong. As he pulls your pants down, he drops to his knees, taking a firm bite out of your ass. His hands rubbing circles and slapping lightly.

“You have a fantastic body, y/n.” Horangi groans before slapping your ass once more.

König lowers his mouth to your breasts, suckling hungrily at your breasts. Once your pants are lowered, he slips one hand down and caresses your soft mound. He slips his fingers between your legs and rubs your folds through your panties, feeling a wet spot already formed.

In one swift motion, König lifts you and Horangi pulls your pants off the way. You wrap your legs around König as he walks you to the bed. He sits you down on the blue bedsheets, gently pushing you back. His fingers slide down your body and pull your thong off. He takes a moment to appreciate how beautiful your pussy is. Horangi undresses as he watches König lightly rub his thumb over your clit.

König takes a step back and looks at Horangi as he undresses as well. He lifts his shirt off, revealing his firm body riddled with scars. Your eyes roam all over Horangi's and König’s bodies. Both men are stunning.

They approach you on the bed, giving each other a glance as if trying to communicate what to do. Horangi joins you on the bed, pulling you back to him as he relaxes back on his pillows. His fingers play with your nipples and lips kissing your skin gently while König lays belly down in front of you.

König lifts his mask slightly, leaning his head down to kiss your pussy. You gaze down at his blue eyes as he looks back up at you. Your head drops back on Horangi’s shoulders as you moan out from the pleasure of König’s fat tongue slipping along your folds.

“Beautiful sounds.” Horangi whispers to you as he pinches your nipple lightly.

Your body was overwhelmed with the pleasure of both men touching you. Your hips move slightly in rhythm with König's tongue. His large hands come up and hold your hips still, a small smirk at the corner of his lips. It gives him an ego boost to see you reacting the way you are.

As König sucks on your clit, causing your legs to twitch, Horangi’s lips lock with yours. You both kiss passionately as you moan into his mouth. His hands grasp your breasts and squeeze tightly.

“Oh fuck.” You moan, turning your head to look back down at König.

“Are you going to cum already, love?”

You nod as you gaze down at König. Your fingers grasp as Horangi’s legs next to you as your back arches. The feeling of König sucking while licking your clit is too much to hold back from. As your eyes flutter a loud moan escapes you.

König buries his face deeper into your cunt as you cum. He wants to taste all of you. His blue eyes close as he rests his head on your tight, lazily licking your clit still until you come down from your orgasm. He sucks lightly once more before moving himself up, grabbing your hands and pulling you forward.

“All four, Liebling.”

You listen and get on all four as König kneels before you. His hand comes up and caresses your hair as Horangi stands behind you. He rubs his cock along your slick folds, a small groan escaping his lips as he anticipates what your cunt will feel like wrapped around his cock.

König gazes down at you as Horangi pushes his cock into your pussy. Your eyes light up with pleasure. Once your mouth falls open to let a moan out, König’s tip slips into your mouth. Feeling overwhelmed with desire, you accept his cock into your mouth. You suck on the tip as you gaze into König’s eyes.

His mask falls forward as he gazes down with lust. The way your plump lips feel is heaven. His eyes close and drops his head back. One hand reaching to your hair and helping guide you up and down his fat shaft.

Horangi moans as your tight pussy swallows him whole, his hips rolling quickly into you as he watches you suck König’s cock. His fingers grasp your supple ass tightly. His balls slam into your clit with every thrust adding to your pleasure. His hand raises and slams back down, slapping your ass hard enough to leave a print.

You moan as König’s fat cock is gagging you, pushing more down your throat. König grabs your hair tighter and thrust his hips forward into your mouth. His eyes travel down your body to Horangi’s face full of pleasure making him wonder how your cunt will feel.

König gives Horangi a look as if he wants to switch. Horangi nods and gives you a few more fast thrusts before pulling out. You gaze up at König as he moves. Horangi steps off the bed and stands at the side of the bed.

“Can you lay on your back for us, Liebling?”

You nod and look at both men as you lie on your back. Horangi gently pulls you to the edge of the bed by your shoulders leaving you head to dangle off the edge slightly. König rests his massive body between your legs, looking down at your pussy.

König slaps his cock on your sensitive cunt as he watches Horangi gently guide his cock into your mouth. His pale blue eyes drop back down and places his cock teasing your tight little cunt with his tip. Finally, he rolls his hips forward. A muffled moan leaves your mouth as you feel König cock stretch you.

Horangi places one hand underneath your head to hold you up slightly as he thrust his cock in and out of your mouth. He pushes in slowly and holds it to see how far he can go before you begin to gag. Your breasts bounce from the motion of König slamming his broad hips into your delicate body.

Horangi pushes in more and more, you gag lightly but don’t turn your head away. The outline of his cock in your throat as you fully take him in. König watches and it only turns him on even more.

“Gott, you’re perfect.” König moans out.

Both men experience physical and visual bliss seeing the way you are able to handle two cocks. You feel as if you’re on cloud nine as these men take out months of sexual frustration on you.

“Where do you want out cum, love?” Horangi asks as he reaches out and slaps your left breasts lightly.

“Anywhere.”

Horangi and König look at each other, again as if talking through visual cues. They both gently pull out of you. König grabs your legs as he does and drags you to the edge of the bed before lifting you up and setting you on the ground.

You look up at both men as you kneel before them. Both men continue to stroke their cocks as they approach you. König gently caresses your face and turns you to look up at both of them. His thumb caresses your bottom lip gently opening your mouth.

Horangi is the first, his moans coming out low and shaky. His cock twitches slightly as hot ropes of his cum go across your face. You gaze up at his brown eyes as he finishes. König steps forward and rests his cock on the tip of your bottom lip. His cock throbbing as it releases large spurts into your mouth. His moans are soft and high pitches. You suck on the tip of his dick once he finishes and swallow his load.

Horangi and König look at each other with a proud look on their faces before looking back down at you.

“I’ll go start a bath.” Horangi says as König lifts you up.

König carries you to the bathroom behind Horangi. His eyes glossing over your naked body, he can’t believe he has been privileged enough to touch you. Both men would make sure they show you how much they appreciate you giving yourself to them.

The next morning you wake up snuggled in between both men. König’s head resting on yours with his hand cupping your bare breasts. Horangi’s face is almost pressed into yours as his arm is around your waist. You relax into the warmth they generate and smirk. This turned out to be a great decision.

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Every Season Has Its Change: Part 7!

(Sorry if u missed the poll, that’s what we’re calling this now)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6

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Max was right about the boys being off that day. They had beat him and the older Hellfire members to the lunch table, and when they arrived, Eddie caught the end of their hushed conversation.

“I was gonna call this morning, but then I remembered the time difference.” Dustin said, tapping his fork on his tray.

“This is so stupid.” Mike rolled his eyes, he was clearly trying to play cool, but the table was shaking slightly with the anxious bounce of his leg.

Lucas put a hand out. “Everything’s probably fine. If it wasn’t, we would have heard something by now-“

Eddie took his chance to butt in by slamming his own lunch on the table across from them. “Fine with what?”

All three of them jumped and turned wide eyes to him.

Dustin recovered first. “With… our friend. He moved away in September, and today is… an important day… for him.”

Eddie couldn’t believe this was the kid who had been successfully keeping some big secret from him for several months, his impromptu lying skills needed serious work.

Knowing full well what it was probably about based on his conversation with Max, decided to seize the opportunity for a possible slip up on the freshman’s part. “What, like his birthday?”

“If it was his birthday we would have just said that.” Mike snapped.

“Someone’s feisty today.” Eddie teased.

“We just want to check on him. It’s, kind of a rough anniversary for him.” Lucas eventually explained.

“This friend of yours wouldn’t happen to be Will Byers, would it?” Eddie asked, playing innocent.

Dustin and Lucas’ eyes widened in surprise, while Mike’s scowl just deepened.

“How did you know that?” Dustin asked.

Eddie leaned in theatrically and wiggled his fingers like he was casting a spell, “I know everything.”

Mike scoffed, “I highly doubt that,” he rolled his eyes, “I bet he got Max to tell him.”

Eddie raised an eyebrow, but Lucas beat him to a reply. “Why would Max tell him?”

“Because he drives her to school.” Mike said like it was obvious. When his friends just gaped at him, he went on, looking at Eddie now, “I’ve seen her get out of your van like 5 times in the past two weeks. You live in the same place, so it makes sense.”

“Wheeler has successfully figured me out in this case,” Eddie conceded. “I have been giving your grumpiest friend a ride to school for the last few weeks because we are, in fact, neighbors. And,” he adds dramatically, “she did, in fact, spill the beans about your friend, the formerly missing Will Byers.”

The freshmen shared a quizzical look. “She also,” Eddie continued, “advised me to avoid a certain monster in our session tonight.”

“What monster?” Wheeler pushed, his face still pinched.

Eddie raised an eyebrow. “You don’t know?”

Dustin rolled his eyes, “Of course we know. And by the way, if it’s what I think it is, Max was overreacting. We would be fine with that, right guys?”

Lucas and Mike nodded defiantly. “Totally.” Lucas said with just a little too much confidence to be sincere.

Eddie just nodded mischievously and let the lunch conversation move on.

That evening when they were playing, though he hadn’t originally intended it, the demogorgon did make an appearance. He couldn’t resist a chance to see what all the fuss was about. So, in his math period, instead of taking notes, he worked on rewriting the encounters for the evening.

As he and Gareth made their way from their last period to the drama room to set up, he caught a glimpse of Henderson chatting with one Robin Buckley.

He overheard Robin say, “Look, just try to be on time today, he was really antsy this morning, I dunno how long I can stop him from busting down the doors and dragging you all into his line of sight.”

“Robin, we’ll seriously be fine.” Henderson replied.

“I know that,” Robin huffed, “and I think rationally he knows that, but, you know how he gets.”

Dustin nodded, “Yeah, I do. I’ll try to make sure we’re out on time.”

Robin dropped a hand onto his hat and squished it around his head. “Thanks, baby dingus.”

As she walked away, Dustin called after her, “I rebuke that title!”

She simply turned around and stuck her tongue out. Eddie made his way into the drama room hopefully before Dustin became aware of his eavesdropping.

At around 7:30, the boys had finally successfully defeated his traps and puzzles and made it to the room of the cavern he had been looking forward to all night.

“There are no torches in this room-“

“I have darkvision!” Four of his players announce, snickering. They had made a game of seeing who could say it fastest, even though Eddie was acutely aware of who had darkvision literally the entire game, since he had noted it in his journal when he looked at all of their character sheets in session one.

Eddie grit his teeth, “I’m aware. Which is why I am describing the scene. Because I know you can see it.”

Gareth and Doug snickered, but he powered on. “The room is dark. The rough stone walls slightly damp, and-“ he sits up and presses the pads of his fingers together, “actually, can I get a perception check from all of you with darkvision?”

A chorus of numbers rang out, Eddie dismissed most of them as too low, until-

“Natural 20.” Wheeler announced with a smirk. “Plus four, but does it really matter?”

Eddie grinned mischievously. “Sir Gloomglade,” he said, holding eye contact with Mike, “as you scan the room, you notice, on the walls, there are claw marks.”

Mike narrowed his eyes at Eddie. “I point them out to my companions.”

“As you all inspect the walls, you begin to hear something coming from the entrance you all just came through.” Eddie started, “At first it’s just a dull thudding, but as it gets closer, you can tell these are footsteps. Footsteps of something very big.”

Dustin groaned and flopped back in his chair, “It’s the demogorgon.”

“It’s not the demogorgon.” Lucas said, sounding more annoyed than anything.

“Deja vu.” Mike mumbled under his breath.

“As you all turn to the doorway, you see the creature emerge from the darkness.”

“I don’t.” Jeff said, raising a hand, “I don’t have darkvision.”

“I cast Light on Jeff’s hat.” Gareth said, smiling playfully as he ruined the flow of the scene.

Eddie made a frustrated noise, “May I continue my reveal?”

Mike butted in then. “Why? We already know it’s the demogorgon.”

“Why would it be the demogorgon?” Doug asked.

“Because Eddie’s trying to mess with us.” Lucas said, matter-of-factly.

Eddie slammed the miniature figure onto the board in a fit of rage. “Ok fine! It’s the demogorgon! Everyone roll initiative!”

Around 30 minutes later, their fight was just about winding down, when the drama room door burst open, startling everyone.

Backlit by the fluorescent hallway lighting was Steve Harrington, neatly tucked polo and all, closely followed by Robin Buckley.

“I told you they were fine.” Robin said, exasperated.

Harrington had a bit of a frantic look in his eye as his gaze flicked back and forth between the three freshmen. “If you’re gonna go until 8:30, don’t tell me 8!”

At that, Dustin looked at his watch, “Shit, sorry Steve, we lost track of time.”

“And as you can see, they’re all in one piece,” Robin attempted in a soothing, yet annoyed voice, “so we’ll just be in the car until you’re done.”

She grabbed Harrington’s elbow, and tried pulling him out of the room with moderate success. The former jock seemed really reluctant to leave.

In a split second decision, Eddie’s mouth moved before he could stop it, “Why don’t you guys hang out here. We’re almost done.”

Eight pairs of eyes blinked at him in silence for a moment.

“Really?” Steve, Dustin, and Gareth said at almost the same time.

Eddie shrugged, going for nonchalant. “Sure, why not?”

“Um. Because you don’t just let people sit in on Hellfire meetings?” Jeff supplied unhelpfully.

Eddie made a harsh shushing noise at him and gestured to a bench on the other side of the room for the newcomers to sit. They looked at each other for a minute, and if Eddie thought the freshman were good at holding telepathic conversations, it was nothing compared to what Harrington and Buckley had going on. Maybe that was their secret, Eddie mused as they held a whole silent conversation; they had all fallen into some sort of comic book-style vat of radioactive waste together, and now they were all psychically linked and bound by a superhero’s oath to not reveal their secret identities. Eddie chuckled internally at the idea.

Eventually, Robin and Harrington shuffled awkwardly to the bench and sat down. Eddie kept tabs on them out of the corner of his eye, and was surprised to discover that Harrington actually seemed to be trying to pay attention, while Buckley scratched away at a notebook.

The fight was over in only a few more turns. “The demogorgon lays dead on the cold stone floor-“

He was interrupted again, this time by Harrington, “That’s a demogorgon?” he said incredulously.

“You have a problem with my figurines, Harrington?” Eddie asked, really at his limit for the night, but slightly shocked Harrington seemed even a little bit knowledgeable about the game.

“It just doesn’t look anything like-“

“Steve!” Lucas and Dustin, and Mike all interrupted at the same time with matching pointed looks.

Steve looked between them and Eddie for a moment. “Like I… pictured…” he gave the freshmen his own pointed look. “You guys are really bad at describing things.”

Eddie tried to decipher their staring contest for a moment before he clapped his hands together. “Anyway. That’s the session. Get out of here before your moms get their panties in a bunch.”

“Ew.” Mike said as he packed up his things. “Don’t make me think about mom panties.”

As Eddie gathered his own belongings, he listened as Harrington made his way over to Dustin.

“Sorry about busting in here, I just-“ Harrington started, and was swiftly cut off by Dustin.

“It’s ok. I get it.”

Eddie snuck a glance as Harrington have him a grateful half smile. He then turned to the others. “Alright, nerds, first one to the car gets shotgun!”

The freshmen scrambled over each other to get to the parking lot as Buckley smacked him with an offended “Hey!”

Harrington shrugged. “Easiest way to get them moving.”

Robin sighed and pulled Harrington’s keys out of his pocket, then followed the freshmen out the door.

Before he left, Harrington turned back to Eddie. “Thanks for letting us join, I uh,” he rubbed the back of his neck anxiously, his cheeks slightly pink in what Eddie was just now comprehending as embarrassment, “I don’t really have a good explanation for why I was freaking out, but, I just needed know they were ok.”

Eddie nodded. The other members of Hellfire had made their exit, and the two of them were left alone. “Mayfield told me this was sort of an emotionally charged day for you guys.”

Harrington’s eyebrows pinched in confusion. “Max?”

“You know any other Mayfields?” When he didn’t respond, Eddie elaborated, “I’ve been giving her a ride to school every once in a while.”

Harrington’s frown deepened. “I didn’t know she needed a ride, I would’ve-“

“Look, man,” Eddie cut him off, “I don’t know what your deal with them is, despite how deeply curious I am about the whole situation, but you don’t have to be the only one looking out for those kids.”

Harrington just raised an eyebrow at him.

“This is like, my whole thing.” Eddie said, spreading his arms wide, “looking out for the little guys that would otherwise get trampled.”

At that, Harrington’s expression shifted to something like remorse. “Yeah, well, I guess I’m trying to make up for doing some of the trampling.”

Eddie smirked. He thought about all the evidence he had collected on the situation over the past few weeks, all of it pointing to the frustratingly undeniable fact that, for some yet-to-be explained reason, Harrington had truly changed. That he sincerely cares about not only the geeky band kid that made it clear she had no romantic intentions for him, but also a group of some of the biggest bully targets Eddie had ever encountered.

He took in Harrington then, trying to reconcile this new version of the guy who once stood for everything he hated, and noticed some key differences in the man that stood before him now. The almost bruise-like bags under his eyes. The still styled, but less precisely cut hair. The air of uncertainty, like he was always waiting for the worst to happen. The determined glint in his eye like he’s ready to be the thing between whatever the worst happens to be and everyone else.

Eddie nodded once slowly, “That’s become quite clear.”

Harrington opened his mouth to say something else, but was once again interrupted by the door opening.

“Steve! What are you still doing in here?” Dustin complained, “Robin’s saying since she has the keys she has the power to bestow shotgun, and she’s bestowing it on herself.”

“Robin’s always right about everything,” Harrington replied, as if on instinct, “so yeah, she does have that power.”

“But you said-“

Harrington cut him off with a hand on his hat, similarly to what Robin had done earlier. “Oh so now you care about what I have to say.”

As he lead Dustin out of the room, he turned back and gave Eddie a half smile in farewell.

It was at that moment that something in the back of Eddie’s mind clicked into place, and he realized he was in trouble.