#it's got candy eyes I'm afraid to eat

[safyresky]

It would be nice if like, for once!!! When extended family got mad at my Dad!! My Mom!!! Didn't pull ud all in!! I Do Not Care about this tea or drams or whatEVER hill is presently being used as a battleground!! Let me just enjoy my day in peace!! Ahhhh!!!

[chosok-amo]

JEALOUS, JEALOUS, JEALOUS

RYOMEN SUKUNA . . . your boyfriend got jealous because some underclassmen were helping you carry your bag.

warning. collage boyfriend! ryomen sukuna, cūnnilingus, mat-pressing, squirting, pet-names, established relationship, cum-play, biting, fingering.

wc. 11,3k

you walk towards the big tree near the field where your best friends and boyfriend, ryomen sukuna, are hanging out with your friends— toji, gojo, geto and choso. as you approach, their heads turn towards you, smiling brightly. It's not just you who catches their attention but also the two freshmen boys trailing behind you, each holding a bunch of paper bags.

“hey boys,” you call out in your honeyed voice as you arrive. “i brought something for you,” you announce, nodding to the two freshmen who quickly place the paper bags down on the grass. the bags are filled with snacks, drinks, and small gifts.

“thank you for being so kind to me,“ you say, turning to the freshmen and gently cupping their cheeks for a moment. they both turn crimson, clearly flustered and melting under your touch.

your boyfriend, ryomen sukuna, watches the scene with a mix of amusement and mild jealousy, smirking as he sees the two boys blushing and trying to keep their composure.

“you can go now,” you say, your tone soft yet commanding. like obedient puppies, they nod and quickly make their exit, casting one last longing glance at you before scurrying away.

as soon as the two boys scurried away, sukuna wasted no time in pulling you onto his lap, a possessive glint in his eyes. his strong arms wrapped around your waist, tugging you closer so that you're practically sitting on him. the others snicker, clearly amused by his display of possessiveness.

“and what's with the two boys, princess? the bag is too heavy you're afraid you're gonna break a nail?” toji makes fun of you. you roll your eyes playfully, a coy smile on your lips. “jealous, toji? need me to carry your bags for you too?” you tease. the others chuckle at your quick response. toji just rolled his eyes.

while toji teases you, sukuna tightens his grip around your waist possessively, his jealousy still very much present. he doesn't like seeing other boys looking at you like that, especially as if you're some eye candy. but he knows you belong to him, and he's going to make sure everyone else knows it too.

he grumbles under his breath about how the freshmen boys should've known better than to look at what's his, and how he's going to teach them a lesson if they ever thought about you again.

“well, there were quite a lot of snacks and drinks in there,” you reply, playfully defending yourself. “and besides, it's not like those boys were complaining when they were carrying the bags, were they?” you added , still trying to justify your actions. toji raises his hands in mock surrender, “hey, i'm just asking a question, sweetheart.”

as toji raises his hands in fake surrender, sukuna rolls his eyes at your attempt to justify your actions. he knows you're right—the boys weren't complaining about carrying the bags, but that's not the point.

he huffs, pulling you even closer to his chest, his arms wrapped tightly around you like a vice grip. “yeah, yeah,” he says, irritation clear in his voice, “but they were eating you up with their eyes.”

“oh, shut up, you big baby,” you scoff, shaking your head with a smile. your fingers softly pinching sukuna's arm. “they offered to carry it for me, and they seemed eager to do it, so why not?” gojo grins, joining in on the teasing. “yeah, the princess can't handle carrying a few bags by herself. she needs her loyal subjects to do it for her!”

sukuna grumbles further, his irritation growing as gojo joins in on the teasing. he scowls, shooting a glare at gojo before wrapping his arms even tighter around you, as if trying to shield you from their mockery.

“she doesn't need anyone,” he mutters under his breath. “and she certainly doesn't need some simpering freshman boys drooling all over her.”

toji barks out a laugh. “yeah, suku, why not just put a leash on her so no one else can touch her?”

“hey, i'm not a dog,” you roll your eyes, playfully swatting at toji's arm as his words. “besides, it is easier for you to say, you're not the one who's carrying the bag, did you know how heavy it is? i can't do it by myself,” you added. you adjust your position to wrap your arms around sukuna's neck before speaking, “and besides, no girl should carry a heavy bag all by herself, don't you think baby?” you finished your words by looking at sukuna.

sukuna's irritation begins to soften as you wrap your arms around his neck and address him directly. he can't help but soften at your touch, and your question makes him huff out a sigh.

“yeah, yeah, i know,” he mutters, his arms still wrapped tight around your waist. he can't help but secretly like having you on his lap like this, like you belong to him. “i just don't like seeing other guys drooling all over you,” he grumbles, his jealousy still bubbling beneath the surface.

choso rolls his eyes, a cloud of smoke covering his face for a second before he adds, “oh, please y/n, you're just spoiled little princess, even those bag as heavy as the feather you still want people to carry it for you.”

sukuna chuckle, “she's a gentle soul, wouldn't want to trouble her delicate hands,” he replies, his tone dripping with sarcasm. toji merely snorts and rolls his eyes. “right,” he mutters, clearly not buying into sukuna's bullshit.

you pout, feigning indignation at choso's comment about you being a spoiled princess. “hey, i am NOT spoiled!” you protest, giving him a playful glare. “i just know how to appreciate good service when i see it.”

sukuna chuckles again, his hand idly tracing circles on your stomach, enjoying the feel of you being so close to him. toji rolls his eyes once more, a weary expression on his face.

“uh-huh... sure. keep telling yourself that, princess.”

sukuna grins at that, enjoying the banter between you and his friends. he can't help but savor the fact that they can all see how possessively he's clinging to you, how you're sitting on his lap like you belong there.

he tightens his grip on your waist even more, his hand resting on your hip as if to further claim his ownership of you. “yeah, she's spoiled all right," he mutters, "spoiled rotten.”

toji's eyes glint mischievously under his sunglasses as he glances at the two freshmen boys in the distance. they're standing a good distance away, whispering to each other and throwing furtive glances in your direction, their faces still flushed.

“they're still staring at you, princess,” toji comments with a smirk. sukuna glances in the direction of the two freshmen boys, his gaze hardening slightly as he notes their lingering gaze on you. his arm around you tightens possessively, a subtle warning to them.

“yeah, they look like desperate puppies waiting for scrap,” he sneers, his words dripping with disdain. choso and the others snicker, enjoying the show. “keep staring, i might break someone's neck today,” sukuna rumbled under his breath but loud enough for you and the rest to hear.

you roll your eyes at sukuna's protective and possessive attitude, but secretly you find it endearing. you're used to his jealous streak by now, but you can't help but enjoy the fact that he's so territorial about you.

you turn to toji, a playful grin on your face. “oh, come on toji,” you say, waving your hand in dismissal. “they're harmless. just a couple of boys with a crush, it's not a big deal.”

but you can't help but blush slightly at sukuna's possessive and slightly threatening tone, his hand gently tracing your waist as if to emphasize his claim over you. geto chuckles, raising his hands in mock surrender. choso rolls his eyes, clearly amused. satoru chimes in, “woah there, tiger. no need to go all alpha male on them.”

“relax, sukuna,” toji retorts, a smirk plastered across his face. “besides, it's not like the princess needs to do any heavy lifting anyways. not with all those boys practically tripping over themselves to do her bidding.”

“they're just some underclassmen from my class,” you explain with a shrug, “they offered to carry the bags for me on my way here.”

“oh? and you couldn't say no to them?” sukuna teases, his arms tightening around your waist possessively. you give sukuna a playful swat on the arm, rolling your eyes at his teasing. “oh, shut up," you say, trying to sound annoyed but failing to hide the smile on your face.

satoru grins, clearly enjoying the banter between you two. “yeah, suku, don't be a caveman. the princess is allowed to enjoy a little male attention, isn't she?”

sukuna's expression darkens as satoru teases him, his hand still possessively gripping your waist. he grumbles under his breath. “not from them, she isn't.”

you click your tongue as you turn to your boyfriend, “i just got my nails done? and besides carrying those bags alone from the parking lot and looking for you guys is a lot of work, don't wanna hurt my hands,” you pout while showing your boyfriend your new nails.

sukuna huffs out an amused chuckle, his gaze shifting to your painted fingernails. “ah, of course,” he feigns a dramatic tone. “can't have the princess straining her delicate fingers, can we?” he takes your hand in his, gently inspecting your newly painted nails with a smirk.

“they do look pretty,“ he concedes. “you're such a princess,” he teases, a smile tugging at his lips. “always worried about your pretty hands. but i wouldn't mind if you had asked me to carry those bags for you. you know, like a good boyfriend would.”

you give sukuna a cheeky grin, pretending to be offended by his comment. “are you calling yourself a bad boyfriend, then?” you tease, raising an eyebrow.

toji rolls his eyes, scoffing under his breath. “jeez, you two are disgustingly cute together. get a room already.” choso lets out a low chuckle, and geto shakes his head. gojo grins, clearly amused by the whole situation.

sukuna's smirk widens as he looks at toji, his gaze dripping with arrogance. “jealous? can't handle seeing a display of affection between two people in love?” he retorts sarcastically. toji just snorts in response, seemingly not bothered.

“yeah, right. love. more like possessiveness. besides, i can't handle her, too delicate and too high-maintenance.”

“hey! I'm not high maintenance, it's hard getting an appointment for this nail salon, you know,” you are protesting, still pouting, “i mean you wouldn't know since you don't have a girlfriend, but okay,” you shrug your shoulder. toji feigns an offended gasp, clutching his chest in mock hurt.

“don't worry, princess,” sukuna says, his voice dripping with possessiveness. “i don't mind indulging your 'high-maintenance' habits. i'm the only one who gets to pamper you, after all.”

toji rolls his eyes, but there's a hint of amusement in his expression. “yeah, yeah, suku. whatever helps you sleep at night.”

gojo snickers, clearly enjoying toji's sarcastic comments. “oh, come on, toji. don't act like you're not secretly jealous watching them being all lovey-dovey.”

geto shakes his head, grinning at the whole exchange. “oh, leave him alone. he's just bitter because no one ever offers to carry his bags for him.” you just chuckle before standing up from sukuna's lap. “come on baby, let's get away from these losers,” you tell your boyfriend without giving a second glance at your friends.

sukuna doesn't hesitate, quickly getting to his feet and wrapping an arm around your waist possessively, pulling you close to him. he grins at your group of friends, a smug look on his face.

“you heard her," he says, his voice dripping with pride. "we're off to spend some quality time alone. try not to miss us too much, losers.” the others just scoff in response, some rolling their eyes, others shaking their heads in mock disappointment.

as you and sukuna make your way away from the group, you can hear their jeers and comments.

“yeah, sure. 'quality time.' as if that's not code for making out and being all gross and mushy together,” toji mutters.

“aww, they're gonna miss us so much,” satoru pipes up, feigning sadness. choso just grunts, while geto chimes in with a smirk. “yeah, right. i doubt we'll even notice their absence.”

as you and sukuna begin to walk away from your friends, his grip on your waist remains firm, his strides confident and possessive. he leads you away from the group, towards a parking spot . once you're out of earshot, he turns to you with a sly smile.

“so, tell me brat,” he says, his voice low and taunting. “enjoying all that attention from those underclassmen, were you?” you roll your eyes, but can't help but smile up at him. you know exactly what he's referring to, and you also know that this is his way of being possessive and protective of you.

“oh, please,” you say, feigning nonchalance, “they were just being polite, that's all.” sukuna let out a scoff, his grip on your waist tightening slightly. “yeah, right. like they were just being ‘polite’ by offering to carry your bags and drooling all over you like puppies. they were practically ogling you.”

he pulls you closer to his side, his arm still wrapped possessively around you. he glances over at you, his gaze drifting to your newly done nails.

“but i have to admit, those nails do look pretty cute,” he says, raising your hand to his lips and pressing a soft kiss to your knuckles. “but next time, let me carry the bags for you. i don't like the way those dumb underclassmen were looking at you.”

you can't help but blush a little at his unexpected compliment. even though you know he's being possessive, there's something endearing about him liking your nails. you give him a small smile, playing along with his possessiveness, “thank you and don't worry, baby. i'll make sure to ask you next time. i wouldn't want your delicate ego getting bruised.”

he scoffs, a hint of amusement in his expression. “oh, don't worry about my ego, princess. i can handle a few smitten underclassmen staring after you. but it's my job to make sure they know their place.” he stops walking, suddenly turning to face you. he presses you against the side of his car, pinning you between the cool metal and his toned body. he leans in close, his eyes darkening with desire.

you feel a shiver run down your spine as sukuna pins you against his car. he's so close to you that you can feel his body heat radiating off of him, and the intensity of his gaze makes your heart skip a beat. “yeah?” you murmur, trying to sound nonchalant despite the butterflies in your stomach. “and how do you plan on doing that, tough guy?”

he leans even closer, his lips hovering just above your ear. his breath is hot against your skin as he speaks, his voice low and gruff. “oh, i have a few ideas, princess,” he purrs, his hand tracing a path down your side to rest on your hip.

he pulls you even closer to him, pinning you even tighter against the car. he cups your chin with his other hand, tilting your head back so that you're looking up at him. he gazes down at you, his eyes dark and full of desire.

you're smiling ear to ear, wrapping your arms happily around his neck as you look up to him. “like what?” you ask, voice low and sultry. he chuckles, the sound low and smooth. he gazes down at you with a predatory gleam in his eyes, “oh, princess, if i told you all of my ideas, i'd be here all night.”

his hand on your hip slides lower, slowly tracing the contour of your body until it rests on the curve of your ass. he gives you a slight squeeze, his fingers digging into your flesh.

his other hand comes up to cup your face, his thumb brushing over your bottom lip. he leans in closer, his lips mere inches from yours. he glances down at your mouth, his eyes filled with desire. “but trust me, i have all sorts of ways of making sure those stupid underclassmen know you're mine,” he whispers, his voice dripping with possessiveness.

you tear a low, softly hum the moment his thumb makes contact with your bottom lips, “i think everyone on campus already knows that, don't you think?” he smirks, enjoying the sound of your hum. he runs his thumb lightly over your bottom lip again, tracing the curve of your mouth.

“oh, i know they do,” he replies, his voice low and smooth like honey. “but it never hurts to have a little reminder every now and then, doesn't it?” he leans in closer, his eyes locked on your mouth. he's so close now that you can feel his warm breath against your skin.

“yeah?” you mumble, eyes never leaving his red irises. your fingers trace a gentle path on his undercut. sukuna's eyelids flutter shut as your fingers trace over his undercut, a low rumble escaping his chest at your touch. he practically melts under your touch, his body tensing and then relaxing at your caress.

“yeah,” he murmurs, his voice low and gruff. “i want everyone to know you're mine. no one else gets to touch you, look at you, hell, even breathe the same air as you.”

you chuckle, shaking your head ever so, “you're so jealous. but that's a bit selfish, don't you think, baby?”

sukuna leans in even closer, his lips hovering just above your ear. “hmmm, maybe i am. but you don't mind, do you, princess?” he brushes his nose against your neck, inhaling your scent. he buries his face in the crook of your neck, nuzzling his nose against the sensitive skin. he peppers light kisses along your jawline, his mouth skimming over your pulse point.

you shiver slightly at his touch, a smirk tugging at your lips. “who am i to be mind by my boyfriend's jealousy?” you murmur, tilting your head slightly to give him better access. your hand reaches up to tangle in his hair, pulling him even closer as you whisper, “i like it when you get possessive.“

sukuna smirks against your skin, his kisses growing more intense as he hears your words. he lets out a low hum, reveling in the fact that you enjoy his jealousy.

he presses his body against yours, pinning you more firmly against the car. his hands grip your hips, his fingers digging into your flesh. “good,” he growls, his lips trailing up your neck towards your ear. “because i love getting possessive over you. you're mine and mine alone, princess.”

you let out a breathy laugh, feeling the heat of his words and the intensity of his touch. “maybe we should take this home,” you whisper back, your voice teasing yet full of desire. you lean into him, brushing your lips against his ear before continuing, “unless you want to risk someone seeing just how possessive you can get.” your hands slide up his chest, urging him to move, a mischievous glint in your eyes.

sukuna's lips curve into a devilish smile at your words. he knows exactly what you're getting at, and the thought of getting caught in the act only adds to the thrill.

he chuckles, his eyes darkening with desire. “oh, princess, you know me too well,” he purrs, his voice low and smooth, “but i wouldn't mind giving some nosy strangers a show.” he doesn't hesitate, quickly scooping you up in his arms and carrying you to the passenger door.

he opens the door and gently sets you down on the leather seat, his eyes never leaving yours. a wicked smirk plays at his lips as he climbs in after you, shutting the door behind him.

he buckles you in, his hands lingering on the seatbelt for a moment longer than necessary. he takes a moment to appreciate the way your body looks in the dim light, biting his lip at the sight.

“you look so good, all strapped in and waiting for me,” he murmurs, his voice dripping with desire. “let's go home, princess. i have some unfinished business with you, and i need some privacy for it,” sukuna mumbled. you chuckle, letting your hand hang in the air for a second to touch his cheek and giving his lips a peck.

sukuna let a low hum escaping his lips. he leans into your touch, his body responding instantly to your affection. he doesn't hesitate to start the car, the engine roaring to life as he peels out of the parking lot. his eyes stay focused on the road, but his hand finds its way to your thigh, his fingers tracing light circles on your skin.

he's silent for a moment, his thoughts consumed by the events of the day and the thought of being alone with you. as he drives, his grip on your thigh tightens slightly, his fingers digging into your flesh. he's impatient and eager to get you alone, and the longer the drive goes on, the more tense he becomes.

but he says nothing, his jaw clenching slightly as he focuses on the road. the only sound that can be heard in the car is the low hum of the engine and his deep, steady breaths.

the door slams shut behind you both as sukuna presses you against it, his lips moving hungrily against yours. his hands slide down your back, gripping your waist as he lifts you effortlessly, deepening the kiss. your fingers tangle in his hair, tugging him closer as your lips move in sync, the intensity between you two growing with each passing second.

he growls low in his throat, his impatience from the drive spilling over as he carries you to the bedroom, not bothering to turn on the lights. the darkness only heightens your senses as he lays you down, hovering over you, his breath hot against your skin.

“you have no idea how long i've been waiting for this, princess,” he murmurs against your lips before capturing them in another passionate kiss, his hands exploring your body with possessive intent. sukuna's touch is both rough and gentle as he worships your body, his hands roaming over every inch of your skin. his lips move down your neck, leaving a trail of hot kisses in their wake.

he bites and sucks at the skin of your collarbone, leaving small marks that he knows will be there tomorrow. his hands caress your curves, his fingers tracing over the fabric of your clothes as if impatient to get to the skin beneath.

he pauses for a moment, his hands gripping the hem of your shirt. he tugs at it, looking up at you with darkened eyes. “princess, i need these clothes off. now.”

he's barely got the words out before he's already yanking your top over your head, discarding it to the floor without a second thought. his lips immediately return to your skin, his mouth trailing a path down your chest. you're gasping for air softly, looking down at him with your hands on his hair. “r-ryo..” you whisper his name.

sukuna freezes at the sound of his name on your lips, his eyes fluttering closed at the sound. he loves when you say his name like that, in that soft, breathless whisper. it makes his heart skip a beat, and his grip on you tightens slightly.

he looks up at you, his eyes dark and intense. “yeah, princess?” he murmurs, his lips hovering just above your skin. “don't stop,” you pleaded, fingers knead with his pink locks.

sukuna smirks against your skin, his lips curving into a devilish grin. he loves how desperate you sound, how much you want him. it's a huge ego boost, and it only makes him more determined to drive you wild.

“don't worry, princess. i'm not stopping anytime soon,” he assures you, his voice rough and gravelly. he continues his assault on your skin, his lips and tongue worshiping every inch of you.

he slowly peels your clothes off you, his fingers caressing your skin with every piece of fabric that's removed. his mouth follows his hands, his lips trailing over your body like a starved man.

he takes his time, taking in every inch of you until you're completely bare before him. he looks up at you, his eyes raking over your body with a possessive desire. “you're so damn beautiful, princess,” he murmurs approvingly, his hands roaming over your curves.

you put your hands around your chest— put a shield on your bare breast away from his sigh and a crushed cherry makes its way to your cheeks. you put yourself on your elbows before leaning closer, trying to hide your shyness by kiss him.

sukuna notices your shyness, and he smirks at the sight. he knows it's part your natural shy nature and part your subconscious reaction to his compliment. he doesn't call you out on it, though. instead, he accepts your kiss, his lips moving against yours with a possessive intensity. he cups your chin in his hand, holding you in place as he kisses you deeply.

he can feel your hands on your chest, trying to hide from him, and he tsks softly. he gently pulls your hands away, his eyes flashing with possessiveness. “no hiding, princess,” he growls lowly. “i want to see all of you. every inch.”

he gently pushes you back down onto the bed, his body covering yours. he pins you down, his hands roaming over your skin as he looks down at you with his intense, possessive gaze.

you tug at his jacket, silently telling him to also take his clothes off. making the man standing on his knees between your legs start to peel his clothes one by one without leaving your gaze, slowly revealing his muscular, cover with his signature tattoos to you. sukuna smirks down at you, his eyes never leaving yours as he begins to strip. he slowly peals off his jacket, tossing it aside before unbuttoning his shirt. he lets the fabric hang open for a moment, giving you a glimpse of his toned torso before pulling it off entirely.

his hands go to his belt next, unbuckling it with a quick flick of his wrist. he hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his pants, pushing them down along with his boxers in one swift motion. he steps out of his clothing, his cock standing proud and hard, throbbing with need. he grins down at you, enjoying the look of hunger in your eyes as they drink in the sight of him.

“like what you see, princess?” he teases, his voice thick with lust.

you shift slightly, straighten your position and back to prop your burning-with-desire body to catch a better look of your boyfriend. unconsciously, you biting your nail, smiling as you look at him with hunger. “handsome,” you mumble, voice low.

sukuna preens under your gaze, his ego swelling at your little compliment. he loves the way you look at him, the way your eyes rake over his body with such hungry desire.

he smirks at you, a wicked gleam in his eyes. “thank you, brat. you're not so bad yourself,” he replies, his voice low and smooth. he looks down at you, his eyes roaming over your body, taking in every curve and dip.

a satisfied hum vibrates out of your lips before you are leaning towards him while he still standing with his knees between your legs. closing the gap between your starving lips and his skin. your lips wander— giving sukuna an open-mouthed kisses on his abs while your nails digging invisible hole on his muscular thighs.

sukuna groans low in his throat as your lips make contact with his skin, your warm mouth sending shivers through him. his hands instinctively reach down to tangle in your hair, holding you close as you pepper his abs with open-mouthed kisses.

he can feel the slight pinch of your nails digging into his thighs, and it only serves to heighten his arousal. he's rock hard, his cock twitching with anticipation as he watches you worship his body.

“fuck, princess... keep doing that and i might not last long enough to fuck you properly,“ he warns, his voice strained with desire. despite the threat, he doesn't pull you away, content to let you explore his body to your heart's content.

he looks down at you, watching as your lips and tongue leave a trail of wet kisses over his abs, your nails leaving little indents in his skin. he lets out a low, guttural groan, his body responding to your touch with each passing second.

“fuck, princess,” he mumbles, his voice strained. “you're driving me insane.” you chuckle faintly, finding his struggling amusing. “you are so responsive, ryo..” you mumble on his abs before biting the skin in tiny.

sukuna lets out a low growl at the feeling of your teeth on his skin, his body tensing in response. he's struggling to maintain control, his hands twitching at his sides as he fights the urge to grab you and flip you over.

"you have no idea how much you're affecting me right now, princess," he replies, his voice low and ragged. "i'm trying to be patient, but you're making it damn difficult."

he's practically vibrating with tension, his entire body coiled tightly like a spring ready to snap. he's determined to let you have your way with him, to let you explore and worship his body to your heart's content.

but it's taking all of his willpower not to give in to the overwhelming desire that's surging through his veins, the desire to take you, to make you his over and over again.

“so hot,” you whisper, eyes never leaving his burning red irises. your tongue sticks down to his abs, leaving a trail of your saliva on his skin. sukuna groans loudly at the sensation of your tongue on his skin, his cock throbbing in response. he bites his lip to stifle another moan, his hands tightening in your hair.

"fuck, princess... you're going to kill me," he mutters, his voice laced with both pleasure and frustration. he can barely stand it anymore, the feeling of your tongue tracing patterns on his skin is driving him absolutely mad.

he finally decides to take matters into his own hands (or rather, his mouth). he leans down, capturing your nipple between his teeth, biting down gently. a soft moan tears away from your throat while sukuna's hands pushing your body against the pillows, letting you slightly sitting. “oh, baby,” you whisper.

sukuna smirks at your soft moan, his eyes darkening with desire. he continues to tease your nipples with his teeth and tongue, alternating between gentle nibbles and rough sucks. he pulls back after a few moments, looking up at you with a wicked grin. “you like that, princess? you like when i bite you?” he asks, his voice dripping with lust.

he moves lower then, trailing kisses down your stomach until he reaches your hips. he nuzzles against you affectionately before spreading your legs wide apart, exposing your wet pussy to his hungry gaze.

“yes..” you answer, a soft groan leaving along with your gasp the moment cold air kissing your already dripping pussy. your gaze meet with sukuna's hooded eyes and his smirk.

sukuna chuckles darkly at your breathless yes, his eyes glinting with mischief. he loves seeing you like this - spread out beneath him, desperate and wanting.

he takes a moment to admire the view, his gaze raking over your glistening folds hungrily. “you're so fucking perfect, princess,” he murmurs appreciatively. “i could stare at this pretty pussy all day.”

he leans in closer, his hot breath ghosting over your sensitive flesh. he inhales deeply, savoring your intoxicating scent. “and you smell so good too... i bet you taste even better.”

“please, ryo..” softly, you pleaded, begging for his mercy.

sukuna smirks at your pleading, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. he knows exactly how to push your buttons, how to make you beg for more. “what do you want, princess?” he taunts, his fingers tracing and teasing circles around your clit. “tell me how badly you need my tongue on this sweet little cunt of yours.”

he leans in, his breath hot against your sensitive flesh. “beg me for it,” he commands, his voice low and husky with desire. “let me hear you plead for my attention like the needy little slut you are.”

you huff a soft gasp when sukuna slightly pull you towards him and lift your legs on his shoulders, wrapped his tattoos and muscular arms around your thigh to keep you close. “ryo..” you calling him between your gasp, “please, need you— miss you so much,” you pleading. you haven't seen him for a month, and when you finally do, you get him between your legs, ready to eat you out to oblivion.

sukuna groans at your desperate pleas, his cock throbbing in anticipation. he's been craving you just as much, dreaming about having you writhing beneath him once again. "I've missed you too, princess," he admits, his voice raw with emotion. "i've thought about this tight little pussy every single day we were apart."

his other hand moves lower, sliding between your slick folds to tease at your entrance. “but you know what they say about absence making the heart grow fonder,” he continues, his tone dripping with seduction. “i think it's time we made up for lost time, don't you?”

he dives in then, his tongue delving deep into your soaked folds. he laps at you hungrily, savoring your addictive taste as he eats you out with wild abandon. his tongue swirls around your clit before sucking it between his lips, flicking the sensitive bud rapidly. “fuck, you taste even better than i remembered,” he growls against your core, the vibrations sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. “i could feast on this pussy for hours...”

your soft moan drifting away along with your breath when you throw your head back the moment his tongue touches your clit. your finger desperately looking for support and found his hair, scratching his scalp with your long nails in the process.

sukuna moans deeply as your nails dig into his scalp, the mix of pain and pleasure only spurring him on further. he doubles his efforts, lapping at your clit with broad strokes of his tongue before sealing his lips around the sensitive bundle of nerves and suckling greedily.

his fingers join the fray, two digits plunging knuckle-deep into your soaked channel as he pumps them in and out at a rapid pace. he curls them just right, hitting that special spot inside you that has your toes curling in ecstasy.

“that's it, princess,” he croons, his voice muffled against your core. “let me hear those pretty sounds. i want the whole neighborhood to know who this pussy belongs to.” he scissors his fingers, stretching you deliciously as he works you closer and closer to the edge.

his words alone are enough to send sparks shooting through your veins. the thought of him stretching you open, filling you completely, sends a rush of heat pooling in your belly.

“oh god..” you whimpering breathlessly. your hand still clutch tightly around his hair while the other grasping the blanket underneath you, “feel so g-good, baby..”

sukuna grins against your pussy, his pride swelling at your praise. he loves knowing he can reduce you to such a state of desperation with just his mouth and fingers. “you like that, princess?” he teases, pumping his fingers faster as he sucks harder on your clit. “you like feeling stuffed full, stretched open for me?”

he adds a third finger, scissoring them even wider inside you as he curls them to hit that magic spot over and over. his tongue lashes at your clit mercilessly, driving you higher and higher.

“so close, aren't you?” he purrs, his breath hot against your sensitive flesh. “just let go, princess. come all over my face like the naughty girl you are.” your thigh shaking along with your breath the moment his finger keep poking your g-spot, making you crying for release. “o-oh—” you stammered, eyes tightly shut and your thigh unconsciously leaning towards each other, clamping down sukuna's head on the way.

sukuna hums in approval, loving the feel of your thighs clenching around his head. he keeps up his relentless assault on your clit, flicking it relentlessly with his tongue as he drives his fingers deeper into your quivering walls.

“that's it, princess,” he encourages, his voice vibrating against your pussy. “give it to me. show me how much you love my fingers fucing this tight little pussy.” he quickens his pace even more, pumping his fingers faster and curling them even deeper within you. the sound of your moaning fills the room, echoing off the walls and spurring him on.

with one final lick across your swollen clit, he pushes you over the edge. your orgasm crashes through you like a tidal wave, ripping a scream from your throat as waves of pleasure wash over every inch of your being. the combination of sensations pushes you closer and closer to the brink, until finally, you tip over the edge.

with a loud cry, your back arches off the bed as your orgasm crashes over you. your inner walls clench around his pumping fingers as wave after wave of pleasure rocks through your body. “o-oh, god!” your high-pitched moan filling the room the moment you squirting on his face. tightly clenching his head between your thigh along with his fingers inside you.

sukuna groans in satisfaction as your juices flood his mouth, your thighs clamping down around his head like a vice. he doesn't let up though, continuing to lap at your pulsing walls and flick your clit as you ride out the intense waves of your climax. sukuna drinks in your sweet release eagerly, lapping up every drop of your juices as they coat his tongue. he doesn't stop until your orgasm subsides, until your trembling form is left limp and satisfied beneath him.

“that's it, come for me princess,” he coaxes, his fingers buried deep inside you as he helps work you through the aftershocks. “fuck, you taste so good when you squirt like that.” he slowly pulls his fingers out, bringing them up to his mouth to clean them off with relish. “i could watch you fall apart on my tongue all day,” he says with a wicked grin, licking his lips. “but i'm not done with you yet...“ he crawls up your trembling body, capturing your lips in a searing kiss.

you let out a satisfied sigh when his lips touching yours. in an instant your arms found its way to his neck, pulling him closer until there is no gap between you and him. “i almost forgot how your tongue feels, we should never be apart like that ever again,” you murmur softly on his lips. sukuna chuckles lowly, his hands roaming your curves possessively as he settles himself between your spread thighs. “oh, i fully intend to make sure you never forget again,” he promises darkly, grinding his rock hard erection against your sensitive core.

he claims your lips in another heated kiss, his tongue delving into your mouth to tangle with yours. you can taste yourself on him, a heady reminder of the pleasure he just brought you to. “i'm going to fuck you so hard, princess,” he growls against your lips, reaching down to line himself up with your entrance. “i'm going to fill this tight little cunt up until you're screaming my name.”

with one powerful thrust of his hips, he sheaths himself fully inside you, stretching you deliciously around his thick length. he thrusts it inside you gently, reveling in the warmth and wetness that greets him. “i hope you're ready for more, baby, because i'm far from finished satisfying this insatiable appetite of mine...”

your body once again arch away from the bed towards sukuna. your warmth breath fanning across his ear with your nails scratching his back. a month away from your boyfriend and your pussy back to being unfamiliar with how big his cock are.

“f-fuck, since when you're became so big?” you mumble between your panting. sukuna lets out a low, pleased rumble as he continues to pump his hips, sinking deeper and deeper into your welcoming heat. “since I've been dreaming about this moment,” he confesses, nipping at your earlobe teasingly.

“ever since you left to your stupid vacation, i've been thinking about how good it would feel to be balls deep inside you again.” he punctuates his words with another hard thrust, his cock throbbing inside you. “and now that i am... fuck, princess... you're tighter than i remember.“

he starts moving with purposeful intent then, setting a punishing rhythm designed to drive both of you insane with pleasure. each stroke of his hips sends waves of bliss coursing through your bodies; each pull of his cock dragging moans from deep within your chest.

sukuna leans down to capture your lips in a bruising kiss, swallowing your cries of pleasure as he pounds into you relentlessly. his hands grip your hips hard, holding you in place as he fucks you with wild abandon.

"you take my cock so well, princess," he rasps against your mouth, his breath coming in ragged gasps. “so fucking perfect.” he breaks the kiss to gaze down at you, his red eyes blazing with lust and possession. “look at me,” he commands, his voice rough with desire. “watch me claim this pussy as mine.”

as you meet his intense stare, he reaches between your bodies to rub your clit in time with his thrusts, pushing you closer and closer to the edge once more. “come for me again, princess,” he urges, his voice dripping with hunger. as sukuna picks up the pace, you can see the lust burning in his crimson eyes. they flicker dangerously as he watches you writhe beneath him, taking every inch of his massive dick with eagerness.

his hands grip your hips firmly, guiding your movements to meet his thrusts perfectly. with each stroke, he hits that sweet spot inside you, sending jolts of ecstasy racing up your spine. “oh, fuck me— ah!” you whimpering, your breath shattered each time sukuna thrust faster into you.

the sight of you writhing beneath him, your body slick with sweat and flush with arousal, fuels sukuna's lust even further. he grunts with satisfaction as he feels your walls clench around him, tightening deliciously with every thrust.

"fuck yes," he groans, slamming into you harder and faster. "take my cock, princess. milk it dry." his fingers find your clit again, rubbing it in tight circles that send sparks shooting through your veins. the sensation coupled with the relentless pounding of his cock has you teetering on the edge of another orgasm.

"you're gonna cum for me again," he pants, leaning down to nip at your collarbone. "and then I'm gonna fill you up until you can't walk straight." his words send shivers down your spine, igniting a fire in your veins. you arch into him, desperate for more of his delicious friction. your nails dig into his shoulders, leaving crescent-shaped marks in their wake.

“please, baby!” you beg, your voice breaking on a sob, “harder! faster!”

sukuna snarls with pleasure at your plea, his thrusts growing even more erratic as he loses control. He buries himself deep inside you, hitting that spot that makes stars burst behind your eyelids. "oh, fuck..." he curses, feeling his climax building rapidly. "i'm close, princess. so fucking close."

he doubles his efforts, pistoning into you with reckless abandon. his fingers work your clit mercilessly while he drives himself to the hilt over and over again. with a final, guttural groan, he tips over the edge. "here it comes!" he warns before spilling his hot seed deep within your quivering depths. Your walls clench around him greedily, milking him for everything he's worth.

“oh. my. god. .” you groan low in pleasure. your hands holding tightly to his shoulders. he stays buried deep inside you, his still-hard cock still twitching occasionally as the last remnants of your shared climax ebb away.

after a moment, he lifts his body to sit between your legs to look at you, a lazy, satisfied smile spreading across his face. “always so beautiful,” he murmurs, brushing a strand of hair away from your sweaty forehead. "you took every inch of me like a champ, princess.”

slowly he pull his cock out of your pussy, watch your cum and his dripping out to the bed. sukuna gently shove his two finger to scoop your cum back inside your pussy. he smile in satisfaction, “don't want it go wasted,” he murmur. sukuna watches as you relax in post-orgasmic bliss, your limbs sprawled out haphazardly and your skin glistening with sweat. a sense of satisfaction fills him, knowing he was able to give you such pleasure.

"that's it, princess," he murmurs encouragingly, watching as your belly firms up after the release of all those endorphins. "just lay back and enjoy the ride. we've got all night..." he moves lower then, kissing and nibbling along your inner thigh before pressing a tender kiss to the spot where his cock had just been. his tongue laps up the remaining evidence of your combined orgasms, cleaning you thoroughly before moving back up to lavish attention on your needy nipples.

"you're quite the little slut, aren't you?" he teases, pinching and rolling one of your hard peaks between his fingers. you open your eyes and chuckle hearing the words rolling out of his tongue. “i'm your little slut,” you murmur on his lips as you sit up straight. “those loser underclassmen don't stand a chance, do they?” you ask, remind him of his little jealousy at the underclassmen before.

sukuna smirks wickedly, enjoying the way you tease him. "they don't," he confirms with a possessive growl. "no one else gets to touch what belongs to me." his hand slides down to squeeze your ass cheek firmly. "especially not my tight little pussy," he adds, giving it a playful slap.

to prove his point, he rolls his hips against yours suggestively, letting you feel the renewed hardness of his cock. “see? this is what you do to me, princess. no other woman could get me this worked up.” leaning forward, he captures your lips in another searing kiss. As he pulls back slightly, he trails kisses down your neck before whispering against your skin. "now let's get you nice and ready for round two, shall we?"

his hand slips between your thighs again, fingers delving into your slick folds to start preparing you for his next conquest. sukuna smile, “let's have you on my lap and see if you still can take me fully,” he murmur. without a warning he scoop you from the bed and sitting you on his lap, your legs cage him in between. you gasp from the sudden movement before giggling, having sukuna mirroring you. your arms again found its own to wrap around sukuna's neck.

sukuna chuckles darkly as he positions you on his lap, his hands gripping your hips securely. "let's see how well you can handle me now, shall we?" with a swift tug, he lines up his throbbing cock with your entrance, teasing you with the tip before slowly sinking you down onto his impressive length. inch by thick inch disappears inside you, stretching you deliciously as you envelop him completely.

"fuck, you feel amazing," he groans, relishing the way your velvety walls hug his shaft. "ride me, princess. take what you need."

his hands guide your movements as you begin to bounce on his lap, setting a steady rhythm that has you both panting with pleasure. the new angle allows him to hit even deeper, striking that magic spot inside you with every downward grind.

"that's it." the new angle makes his cook suffocating you, fill you up completely and have your eyes rolled back to your head for a second. “oh fuck, oh god!” you whisper as your breath hitched.

sukuna's eyes blaze with lust as he watches you struggle to breathe around his thick girth. "look at you, taking me so deep," he praises huskily, one hand coming up to cup your face. "such a good girl for me." the praise only serves to fuel his desire, and he begins to move beneath you with increased urgency. his hips snap upward to meet your downward strokes, driving his cock impossibly deeper with each powerful thrust.

"i'm going to ruin you for anyone else," he vows, nipping at your earlobe. "my cock will be the only thing you crave, the only thing that can satisfy you." as he speaks, his free hand slides between your bodies to rub at your clit, adding an extra layer of stimulation to the intense fucking. the dual sensations quickly push you toward another explosive climax.

your voice shaking as you hummed a protest the second he adds another pleasure with his hand. “o-oh,” your voice wavering while your forehead pressed against his neck. your fingers hug his wrist, a sign of your protest from the pleasure unconsciously.

sukuna feels your resistance but doesn't relent, continuing to stroke your sensitive clit in time with his relentless pounding. "shh, it's okay, princess," he coos, his breath hot against your ear. "just let go. I've got you."

emboldened by your submission, he increases the pressure on your clit, determined to bring you to the brink once more. his cock throbs inside you, signaling his own impending orgasm, but he focuses on pushing you first. "that's it, come for me," he urges, his voice a low rumble. "squeeze my dick with your tight cunt. show me how much you love being filled by me."

sukuna's words are your undoing, and with a keening cry, you shatter around him, your inner muscles clamping down on his pulsing cock like a vice. Wave after wave of ecstasy crashes over you, leaving you trembling and gasping for air. at the sensation of your pussy convulsing around him, sukuna's control snaps. with a hoarse roar, he slams up into you one final time, burying himself to the hilt as his own release floods through him. spurt after spurt of hot cum paints your insides, marking you as his in the most primal way possible.

“yes! fuck yes!” he roars, slamming into you one last time after finding his own release. for long moments, you remain locked together, riding out the aftershocks of your shared climax. finally, fukuna gently eases you off his lap, allowing you to collapse against his chest as he wraps his arms around you.

sukuna holds you close as you both catch your breath, his heart pounding against your back. he presses a tender kiss to your temple, savoring the feeling of your naked body pressed so intimately against his. sukuna's breathing is heavy and ragged as he holds you close, his chest rising and falling with every breath he takes. he can feel his heart pounding in his chest, beating in perfect time with yours.

he nuzzles his face into your hair, inhaling deeply as if trying to commit your scent to memory. his hands roam over your body, his touch gentle and possessive as he worships you with his touch.

"you're mine," he murmurs, his voice a low, possessive growl. "all mine, princess. don't ever forget that." as your breathing steadies, he shifts slightly, maneuvering you both to lie down on the bed. he gathers you close, draping an arm across your waist possessively as you rest your head against his chest— draping you with a cover along with him.

sukuna holds you close, his arm wrapped tightly around your waist as you curl up against his chest. he pulls the covers up around you both, enveloping you in a warm, cozy cocoon. he lets out a satisfied sigh, his eyes fluttering shut as he relaxes into the bed. he's still buzzing with the aftermath of your intense encounter, but he's blissfully content just holding you in his arms like this.

he presses a soft kiss to the top of your head, his voice a low murmur. "you okay, princess?" you lift your head from his chest, your eyes meeting his with a warm, affectionate gaze. a gentle smile curves your lips as you hum softly in response. “perfect,” you whisper, brushing a tender kiss against his chin.

sukuna's heart skips a beat at the feeling of your lips on his skin, and he can't help but smile in response to your answer. he loves seeing you like this, all soft and sleepy in his arms. he pulls you closer, if that's even possible, his hand rubbing slow circles on your back as he holds you. he's still running on adrenaline, but seeing you so content and relaxed is enough to start calming him down.

he brushes a kiss against your forehead, his voice gravelly and drowsy. "i love you," he murmurs, his words heavy with meaning.

you roll over to your stomach— prop your elbows for support, your smile softened as you look up at him. sukuna hide his hand behind underneath his head as he looks at your figure when resting your chin on your hands, you gaze into his eyes with affection. “i love you too,” you reply softly, your voice filled with warmth. you lean closer once again, gently pressing your lips against his lips.

sukuna's heart skips a beat again as you lean in to press a soft, sweet kiss against his lips. he can feel his whole body melting beneath your touch, his guard completely dropping as you express your love for him. he's still completely naked beneath the covers, but he doesn't care. he doesn't care about anything other than being close to you right now, feeling your soft skin against his and the sweet heat of your breath on his lips.

he lets out a soft sigh into the kiss, his hand coming up to cup your face gently. you pull away before chuckling. the sweet, sweet sound of your little laugh puts a smile on sukuna's face. his thumbs gently sweep across your soft skin on your arm. the two of you just drowning in comfortable silence for a moment, far away behind all the intensity and sensual that filling the room before.

sukuna watches you closely as you pull away, his gaze soft and affectionate. he can't help but smile at the sound of your sweet laugh, his thumb tracing idle patterns on your skin as you both bask in the comfortable silence.

he's soaking in the moment, drinking in the sight of your face so close to his, the feeling of your body pressed against his. it's moments like these that mean the most to him, when the world fades away and it's just the two of you.

he lifts his hand, gently brushing a strand of hair away from your face. sukuna’s eyes shift from your face to your hands, a hint of concern crossing his features as he notices the broken nail. his voice softens, tinged with regret. “oh, baby, i must have broken your nail,” he murmurs, his gaze lingering on your hand.

he gently takes it on his own, examining now bare nail with a touch of amused. “i’m sorry about that,” he adds, his tone light, feeling everything except sorry for accidentally broking your extension nail. he noticed the extension of the nail near the pillow, picked it up and handed it to you— the nail that you've been waiting for a month for its appointment. “oh man,” you pout, your feature deepens with sadness, making the man chuckle.

sukuna's lips curl into a smirk at the sight of your pouting face, his eyes sparkling with amusement. he can't help but find it adorable when you pout, and it only makes him more fond of you. he watches as you take the broken nail extension from him, looking at it with a mixture of annoyance and sadness. he knows how much you've been looking forward to getting your nails done, but he can't help but find the situation a little bit funny.

he runs his hand through his hair, still chuckling softly.

you frown, hearing his chuckle, and your pout deepens. “baby, that’s not funny,” you protest, your voice carrying a hint of frustration mixed with your lingering sadness. you look up at him, trying to stay serious but finding it hard not to smile at his amused expression. “you really broke my nail,” you add, your tone balancing between exasperation and affection.

sukuna can't help but smirk at your protest, his amusement growing with every passing moment. he loves seeing you frustrated like this, even though he knows he should probably apologize. he shakes his head, his voice tinged with faux innocence. "i didn't mean to, brat. it was an accident," he replies, his tone playful.

he reaches out and gently brushes his finger over your lips, as if trying to soothe away your sadness. "don't pout like that," he murmurs. you look at him, still with your pouting lips and frowning in your forehead, “do you know how long i’ve been waiting for this? you know how hard it was to get this appointment and how much i paid?” you protest dramatically. groaning as you show him the broken nail.

sukuna stifles a chuckle at your dramatic groaning, knowing that he's definitely in trouble now. he looks at the broken nail in your hand, trying to look serious but failing miserably as a smirk keeps threatening to break through. he puts his hand on his chin as if contemplating, his tone teasing. "yeah, i know. you've been bitching about it for weeks," he replies, attempting to sound sincere.

he takes the broken nail from you, examining it with a faux look of concern. "i guess i got a little carried away in the moment," he adds, his voice dripping with fake apologeticess.

you smack his tattoos arm softly, “you are so annoying.”

sukuna lets out a low, amused chuckle at your soft smack on his arm, his smirk widening even further. he loves riling you up like this, seeing the way your cheeks flush with frustration and the adorable pout on your lips. he looks back down at the broken nail, his voice filled with mock sympathy. "well, i can't help it if i get a little passionate in the moment, princess. you know you bring out the best in me."

you can't help but smile at his words, “you better find me another appointment and you're going to be the one who's paying,” you scolded the man. sukuna raises an eyebrow, a mischievous grin spreading across his face. he can tell that you're trying to be serious, but he's not entirely convinced.

he leans in closer, his breath hot against your ear. "oh, is that right? and what if i don't?" he teases, his voice low and sultry.

you shrugged your shoulders and took the nail from his hand, trying to act nonchalant. “i can ask satoru to pay for me, he wouldn't mind spoiling me since my boyfriend didn't want to,” you jokingly said, making the man rolls his eyes, knowing how he hates that gojo and geto always spoiled you with the fact that they are your childhood friends.

sukuna's eyes narrow at the mention of satoru's name, a possessive flicker flashing across his expression. he doesn't like the idea of you spending time with those two, especially not when they're always showering you with gifts and attention.

he grabs your wrist, pulling you closer to him with a possessive grip. "oh, no, you don't," he growls, his voice edged with jealousy. "you're not going to him asking for anything. you're mine, and if you want your nail done, i'll do it myself."

you are laughing softly. “yeay,” you mumble before giving the man a peck. sukuna just groans and rolls his eyes but happily lets you kiss him. “you are a spoiled rotten, did you know that, brat?” he asked, voice dripping with affection as he lovingly caressed your head.

you can't help but laugh at his complaint, knowing full well that he loves pampering you just as much as you love being pampered. you lean into his touch, nuzzling into his hand as he caresses your head. "i know," you reply, a cheeky smile spreading across your face. "but you love me anyway, don't you?"

sukuna's expression softens, his irritation melting away in an instant. he can never stay mad at you for long, especially not when you're so damn adorable. he lets out an exaggerated sigh, pretending to sound exasperated, even though he secretly loves indulging your spoiled brattiness. "yeah," he replies, his voice filled with affectionate fondness.

he runs his fingers through your hair, gently caressing your head. "but i love indulging you, brat." you grin as you hear his response, knowing that he's secretly enjoying indulging your every whim. you love the way he tries to act all tough and dismissive, but he's always quick to give in to your requests. you lean into his hand, enjoying the feeling of his fingers running through your hair. you look up at him, a mischievous twinkle in your eye. "you can't help but spoil me, can you?"

sukuna’s smirk widens as he hears your playful remark, his eyes gleaming with a mix of affection and amusement. he leans in slightly, his hand still gently brushing through your hair. “everyone around you always spoils you,” he says, his tone carrying a hint of mock seriousness.

“i can’t be the one who doesn’t give you everything you want. my pride couldn't take being a loser, especially for you,” his gaze softens, showing how much he values meeting your standards and keeping up with your expectations, even if it means letting his own pride take a backseat.

sukuna's words make your heart flutter in your chest, your smile growing wider at the hint of mockery in his tone. you know he's playing and enjoying every moment of this, but you can't help but be touched by his words. you reach up, gently twirling a strand of his hair around your finger as you look up at him. "aww, you're so sweet," you tease, unable to resist poking fun at his ego. "it's cute how much you care about not being a loser in my eyes."

sukuna chuckles at your playful jab, his eyes sparkling with mischief. he leans in closer, his hand moving from your hair to your cheek, gently caressing your skin with his thumb. "you little brat," he mutters, his tone affectionate despite the hint of scolding.

he loves this banter between the two of you, the way you can tease each other and still maintain the intense chemistry between you. he looks down at you, his voice turning slightly serious. "you know i'd do anything to keep you happy, right?"

“even if that means pampering me rotten?” you ask playfully, followed by scrunching your nose. sukuna lets out an exaggerated sigh, pretending to be annoyed. "even if that means pampering you rotten," he affirms, rolling his eyes teasingly. he knows there's no way he's ever going to say no to indulging you, but he likes to play the part of the reluctant boyfriend for comedic effect. he gently pinches your nose between his fingers, a cheeky smile on his face. "you're such a damn brat, you know that?"

you nod with a playful grin, clearly enjoying his teasing. “i know,” you reply, your voice is light and teasing. you lean in closer, savoring the affectionate gesture and the cheeky smile on his face. sukuna's smile widens as you lean into his touch, his hand shifting from your nose to your chin, gently tilting your face up towards his. he holds your gaze, his eyes filled with a mixture of affection and amusement.

he can't help but love how easy it is for the two of you to banter and tease each other like this. he lets out a low, affectionate growl, pulling you closer to him. "you're such a handful, you know that?" again, you nodded your head, “uh-uh.” your finger gently touching his face, tracing the tattoo in tender.

sukuna can't help but lean into your touch, his expression softening as you brush your finger over his tattoos. he loves the way you touch him, so gentle and affectionate. he watches you closely, his gaze warm and affectionate. he gently captures your hand, bringing it to his lips and pressing a soft kiss to your fingers. "you're going to be the death of me, brat," he murmurs, his voice low and gravelly.

he pulls your hand down, still holding it in his own as he continues to look at you. his fingers interlace with yours, his thumb gently brushing over your knuckles.he can feel the tension between you slowly building, the air thick with a subtle hint of desire. but he doesn't rush it, instead he just savors the moment, enjoying the simple intimacy of being close to you.

“but you don't mind, hm?” you softly ask, resting your cheek on your palm while you are still lying in your stomach before him. “you love me too much for that,” you added. sukuna can't help but chuckle at your question, his eyes sparkling with amusement and affection.

he reaches out, gently tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "you're damn right i do," he replies, his voice filled with pride and adoration. "and i wouldn't have it any other way." he leans in closer, his lips hovering just millimeters from yours. "you've got me wrapped around your little finger, princess."

you raise your eyebrows, pretend to be questioning him. “yeah? or it is because i'm naked under your cover, in your bed?” you playfully ask him. sukuna lets out a low chuckle at your bold question, his eyes darkening with desire. he can't deny the effect you have on him, especially when you're laying there in his bed like that, completely naked under thecovers.

he leans in even closer, his lips nearly touching yours as he replies in a low, seductive murmur. "well, that definitely doesn’t hurt," he admits, his hand sliding slowly down your side. you chuckle as he wraps his arm around your waist and rolls you over until you are in your back with him on top of you. “oh, you are so dirty,” you tease him, hands kissing his cheeks.

sukuna grins at your playful comment, his body hovering over yours as he looks down at you, a mixture of amusement and desire in his eyes. he enjoys the way you tease him, the way your lips gently kiss his cheeks. it just makes him want you more. he chuckles again as he presses his hips against yours, pinning you to the bed. "only for you, princess," he teases back, his voice low and sultry.

you smile ear to ear before pulling the cover over both of you. ready to continue what was left and for round three. sukuna lets out a low chuckle as you pull the cover over the two of you, his arms wrapping around you and pressing you close to his body. he can feel the heat radiating off of you, the desire building between you once again. he leans in, his lips gently brushing against your neck, his voice low and sultry as he mumbles between kisses. "round three already, huh? you are such a greedy little thing."

[tarjapearce]

Big Sister, Again

"Papa?"

"Yes, cariño?"

"Can you tell Mama to stop eating my mozarella cheese sticks?"

Miguel chuckled as he worked on his computer.

"I'm afraid I cannot do that, Solecito. But I'll get you a pack just for you, ok?"

"It's the second time we're out of them! And the Dulce de leche too! I tried what she eats and it's yuck!"

"Don't you worry, ok? Get yourself ready. We're going shopping."

"Okay"

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Needless to say that Gabi was embarrassed at your antics. Kisses here and there, private jokes and Miguel had to buy everything you were telling him. Of course the craving for sweets were running rampant the whole evening.

Gabi counted a pair of corn dogs, one salted caramel ice cream, and some candied nuts. And of course, two bags of cheese sticks and two jars of Dulce de leche. You then had gone to pick up some shirts, got Benjamin new clothes, and Gabi some new soccer cleats for her practice. Along a little gift you had instructed to open at home.

You then returned home and started dinner prepping.

"Lyla"

The automated voice of Miguel’s AI chirped through the speaker "Yes, Ma'am?"

"Ugh, don't call me that. Can you schedule my next appointment with the gyn please?"

"Right away~ Ma'am"

Rolling your eyes, you continued chopping and cutting when Gabi approached, holding a t shirt with wide eyes. Bright white letters on it.

"Mama?!" Her panicked voice only made you giggle.

You'll be a big sister! Again.

Her eyes shone as she reread the letters.

"Are you?!"

"Yes."

"PAPA!!"

She ran to where Miguel was and there was a loud squeal that surely got Miguel covering his ears.

Gabi then returned to you, crying and hugging you.

"What's wrong, mi amor?"

"It's a girl?"

You hugged her and rubbed her back as she spoke in between excited sobs

"It's a girl"

She only hugged you tighter while sniffling.

"Her name is gonna be Rosie"

Lyla quipped and you wiped Gabi's tears.

"Is this why you've been eating yucky things?"

You laughed

"Yeah, your little sister has a sweet and salty tooth it seems."

"I don't care if you eat my cheese sticks anymore, Mama."

"When she starts growing even more, you'll feel it, ok?"

"Promise?!"

"Of course."

Her hands went to your lower belly and beamed.

"Finally!"

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[iwantedtoforgetyou]

A VARIETY OF IMAGINES

How the Gryffindor boys would react if you offer your help during difficult situations.

HARRY POTTER

Harry had maintained a quiet demeanor over the past couple of days. He exited the main room early and walked through the hallways with a downcast gaze.

Everyone seemed unaware, except for you.

On one evening, as you both made your way back to the Gryffindor dorms, Harry suddenly dropped to his knees.

Without hesitation, you were by his side, urgently asking, "Are you alright, Harry?" in a worried tone.

His head hung low, and he remained still except for his eyes, which darted back and forth.

Instinctively, you gently held his face with your hands, bringing your forehead to his. In that position, the two of you stayed pressed together for a while.

Gradually, your breaths synchronized, and his head began to move.

Summoning a smile, you delicately ran your fingers through his hair, drawing him closer.

He spoke only a few words for the remainder of the night, his voice so soft it was barely audible. "Thank you."

RON WEASLEY

Ron's stress-eating habits were hard to miss. His bed was a sea of wrappers, half-eaten candies, and scattered boxes, some of which had even found their way to the floor. With the owls less than a week away, the pressure was clearly taking its toll on him.

You cautiously pushed open the door to his dorm room, spotting him sprawled across his bed. His head faced the entrance, and his legs were propped up against the wall. A book rested on his face.

Stepping quietly, you moved further into the room, stopping just at the foot of his bed. It was evident he wasn't sleeping; the absence of snoring gave it away. Something was amiss.

Gently lifting the book from his face, you revealed flushed cheeks and reddened eyes. He had been crying.

Your expression faltered, and Ron hastily began offering explanations. "I've just been yawning, this material can be really exhausting, you know?!"

Rolling your eyes, you uttered his name, prompting him to gaze directly up at you.

"It's alright to feel worried," you whispered, leaning down and hovering over his face. "You'll excel, I'm sure."

Tenderly, you placed your lips on his, and in that moment, everything else faded away.

As you pulled back, Ron shot upright, grabbing textbooks and spreading them out. "I've got this!"

A smile tugged at your lips. "Yes, you absolutely do."

FRED WEASLEY

The first party of the year was a disaster. Shouts echoed through the air, discarded drinks cluttered the surroundings, and the crowd seemed to grow uncontrollably.

True to their nature, the Weasley twins had orchestrated something, and as expected, it had spiraled out of control. Amidst the chaos, George was conspicuously absent, while Fred sat before you with a split upper lip and emerging bruises on his cheeks.

You kept a watchful eye on him as you dampened a paper towel under the faucet, afraid he might bolt. Yet, he remained still, not even lifting his gaze.

Shutting off the water, you walked over to his side, clutching the wet paper towel in your hands.

"Look at me," you murmured, your fingers grazing just beneath his chin. "Please."

Reluctantly, he lifted his head, but his eyes avoided meeting yours.

In the quietness, you meticulously tended to his injuries, though he let out occasional groans of discomfort.

"It wasn't your fault," you interjected, shattering the silence. "Fred?"

His eyes shut, and you could swear you saw them glisten with tears.

Your heart clenched.

Setting aside the paper towel, you tenderly guided him closer, enfolding him in your arms and pressing him against your chest.

Almost instinctively, his arms wound around your back, and he buried his face in your embrace, tears soaking into your clothing.

For what seemed like an eternity, you held him there, both of you unmoving.

“I'm sorry," his voice quivered against your chest. "I'm so sorry."

GEORGE WEASLEY

George, though usually reserved in his emotional expression, held his pain within him.

He'd rather endure a bitten lip until it bled than reveal his feelings. However, his demeanor shifted entirely when he was with you. 

After your two-hour class, you returned to the Gryffindor dorms with treats from the commons. Upon entering your room, you were taken aback to find George lying on your bed.

While his presence in your room was a common occurrence, him skipping class was not. You approached the bed and set the bag of sweets on the bedside table.

It didn't take long to notice his tear-streaked face and reddened eyes. Without hesitation, you climbed into bed, cradling his head in your lap.

Neither of you spoke; instead, you shared a moment of silence as your fingers softly traced through his hair.

Eventually, he must have drifted off to sleep, as he became still. Just before you closed your own eyes, he whispered, "You're the best thing that has ever happened to me, Y/N."

A smile graced your lips, and that smile accompanied you through your slumber.

OLVER WOOD

Gryffindor's first match of the season ended in defeat, leading the entire school to turn against them.

Exiting the locker room, the team scattered down the hallway while you waited, overhearing the comments from others.

Amidst this, Oliver was absent.

Upon asking a passing teammate about his whereabouts, they nodded toward the locker room.

Acting on impulse, you opened the door and entered the locker room.

The atmosphere inside was both warm and quiet.

After wandering a bit, you discovered Oliver seated by himself on a bench, his head buried in his hands, still clad in his quidditch uniform.

Approaching cautiously, you knelt in front of him.

Despite his hands still covering his face, you gently took hold of his wrists. "Oliver," you spoke, coaxing his arms away from his face, "you performed admirably out there."

He glanced up briefly, offering a sorrowful smile. "Thank you," he replied.

You responded with a hum, soothingly rubbing your thumb across his arms. "Let's leave this place," you suggested, getting to your feet while still holding onto his arms. With a sigh, he rose as well and met your gaze. "I'd appreciate that," he said, a smile gracing his lips.

NEVILLE LONGBOTTOM

The greenhouse served as Neville's personal sanctuary.

Hours upon hours were spent there, immersed in plant-related activities that he had come to cherish and defend over time.

Besides you, he never shared the secret of the greenhouse with anyone.

One evening, when Neville was absent from the common room, you embarked on a search for him. Arriving at the greenhouse, you discovered the door slightly ajar and faint, muffled cries emanating from within.

Gently pushing the door open, you slipped inside and observed Neville, huddled over a garden pot, tears flowing silently.

Quietly approaching him, you stood by his side and placed your hand on his back, a gesture that seemed to intensify his tears.

Speaking softly, you asked, "What's wrong?" as you observed his tears dropping into the pot.

He took a deep breath and admitted, "I don't know," clutching his chest.

Tilting your head slightly, you covered his other hand with yours. "Just breathe," you whispered, resting your forehead on his shoulder.

“You're alright." Gradually, his breathing began to steady, and he shifted beneath your touch.

In a sudden and unanticipated move, he embraced you tightly. With genuine gratitude, he murmured, "Thank you... Thank you."

[hush-writes-stuffing]

Got this ask over on my pregnancy blog, hush-writes-preg, but it seemed more suited for this one. So I'm gonna post the ask here instead.

You'd taken great care to prepare your summoning circle, determined to remain in control and force the demon to do your bidding.  You wanted power, a link to the infernal, but without the risk of losing yourself in the process.

Unfortunately, you bit off a little more than you could chew.

Instead of summoning a lesser demon, a greater demon appeared in your circle and quickly made you its bitch.  Rather than demanding that it share its power with you, you keened and ground yourself down on its massive cock like a shameless harlot, your eyes rolling back in your head when the first few spurts of unholy seed spurted into your womb.  You'd lain on the floor like a cream-filled pastry afterward, your swollen stomach sluggishly leaking fluids out onto the floor from your savage fucking, and the demon had laughed at the sight you made. 

'You'll get what you wanted,' it sneered, leaning over you with its burning eyes.  'But on my terms.'

And your power did increase, to be sure, allowing you to cast spells that you'd never even dreamed of before.  But with it came a hunger unlike anything you'd ever known.  You tried to tell yourself that you were just compensating for the raw power you expended, but as time passed and your waistline continued to expand, you knew that there had to be something more.  Something diabolical.  But without knowing the demon's name or nature, you couldn't be sure.

Months passed.  The holidays loomed on the horizon.  You'd recently realized that you'd gotten pregnant, though you couldn't be sure who the father was since you'd been with several lovers.  But you don't even consider the idea that the demon could possibly be the father, for that would only lead to questions you were afraid to answer.

Halloween came, and you found yourself going through bags of candy at a time.  Thanksgiving rolled around with its plentiful bounty, and you did your best to brush off your family's disbelieving comments about your pregnancy as you dug into your fifth heaping plate of turkey and stuffing.  By the time Christmas arrived, your stomach clamored for food around the clock, and you ordered a family meal for eight to be delivered to your house from the local supermarket because you'd grown too large and ungainly to cook or fetch it yourself.  

As others set off fireworks to celebrate the New Year, you sat in your kitchen at a table piled high with food, gorging yourself with nearly anything you could grab.  Your body, once slim and well-toned, had now grown incredibly soft and corpulent, while your near-term belly hung almost obscenely distended from your middle.  Movement could be seen just under the skin as your demonic spawn wriggled and squirmed, but you barely paid it any mind. 

All thoughts of gaining power had fled in the face of your obsessive need to eat, and all you could think about was the next thing to stuff into your mouth. 

You had no idea that the demon of gluttony watched you in great amusement, pleased to see its offspring growing so well within your ever-expanding body.  It would only be a matter of days before you'd bring its spawn into the world, and you had to be well-fed to give it healthy children, after all.

(A Spooky Season response.)

[thetopazdragon]

If you go to the search bar and put #soft/fluff prompts or anything really. It has a ton of posts full of ideas <3

Anxiety Comfort from... Bakugou?! (Bakugou x Demon Quirk Reader)

(Your name is Nova!!)

I am currently having a really bad anxiety attack so I'm gonna writ e this and pray to Apollo that this helps- ------------------------------------------------------------------------------

You were a new transfer student at UA High. Your daily life as a transfer... Sadly, it was almost wholly stereotypical. You had no friends; People either bullied you or avoided you, as if you had some sort of weird disease. That "Disease", to you, was your own quirk.

It definitely didn't help that you had soul-crushing anxiety.

More often than not, you would find yourself having horrible anxiety attacks that you couldn't stop. You'd hide in an empty classroom and just shake, unable to cry or speak or move, oftentimes curled up under a desk or in a closet to feel some sort of safety before you could collapse.

Medicines never really helped either; all they did was keep your quirk from spiraling. But today, you forgot your meds.

This time started the same as the rest. The hall got too busy too quick, and you couldn't brace yourself for the wave of students shoving past you. You felt your horns begin to sprout from your forehead, your tail sprouting from your back. Your quirk was activating. Your teeth began to sharpen, and you began to panic.

You moved as quickly as you could, cutting through the crowd towards an empty classroom before anyone could see your features. You slammed the door behind you as fast as you could, feeling your airways closing as you began to hyperventilate. You felt your heartbeat quicken, diving into a closet across the classroom. Unbeknownst to you, this particular classroom was a common study space for the one and only Bakugou.

He set his bag down on a desk, grumbling about "Useless deku" and how "dunceface" had ruined his training, which you had come to realize that these lovingly adorned nicknames were for Izuku Midoriya and Denki Kaminari respectively.

You tried to stay quiet, hiding as far back in the closet as you could; yet you still made something fall over. Bakugou looked up, suddenly stopping his grumbling as he looked towards the closet. Your anxiety worsened, making your breathing heavier and faster.

You heard slow, purposeful footsteps as Bakugou closed the distance between himself and the closet door. You had fully activated your quirk, yet were petrified. you couldn't move, couldn't speak, couldn't cry or escape.

As the door slowly opened, Bakugou's eyes landed on you. He saw your trembling form, his eyes wide and shocked, before turning into a burning scowl. "Who the f*ck are you, extra?!" He suddenly shouted, and it made you flinch.

Then it hit him.

He immediately went to his backpack, grabbing something. You shut your eyes tight, afraid he would hurt you. But when you opened them again, he was crouched in front of you, holding out what looked to be a bar of chocolate.

"Well? Eat it." He growled, sounding seemingly annoyed, yet his face showed gentleness, or at least, what gentleness it could.

You whimpered, unable to move to take it. Katsuki took note of this, as if understanding completely. He opened the chocolate, breaking off a piece. "Here. Open your mouth." He commanded gently. You obeyed as best you could, opening your mouth as he put the piece to your lips and slowly fed it to you. The sweetness of the candy melted in your mouth, distracting you from your panic.

"What are you doing in here, dumbass? Its not safe to hide where nobody can find you." He said, his gruff voice sounding kind and gentle as he prods you for an answer. You move your eyes to the classroom door, and he scoffs.

"Yeah. The halls can be a real pain in the ass." He remarks, before giving you another piece of chocolate.

He slowly coaxed you into calmness, rewarding you with the chocolate as well as some pats on the head and a squeeze on your hand as you made progress. He made sure you were comfortable, breathing slow and relaxing as your anxiety calmed and your "demonic" features went away. When you could finally move, then eventually speak again, you introduced yourself. He let out a chuckle.

"Nova.... Sounds like a boring name." He says, before standing up suddenly.

"Katsuki Bakugou. I'm gonna be number 1."

You nod; as you stand up, he pats your head.

You both get ready to leave, knowing class will begin soon and the halls were now clear. When you reached the door, Katsuki grabbed your arm and made you look at him one last time.

"Oi do me a favor, extra." He barks, "Next time you got a problem, dont hide, got it? Come right to me. I'll help."

You had no idea, but you were soon to become his new dream.

[yanfeiimain]

hey rin <3 ive never asked for something before so im not sure how to format it, but can i ask you to write a Kafka x Stelle where they meet regularly on the express in secret ??

Eeeek hello anon!! Ofc you can :D sorry it took me a while, hope u like it!

c/w: none <3 fluffy <3

words: 740

Stelle hurried through the parlor cars of the Astral Express, she wanted to reach a certain one at the far back.

Her face was flushed, partly due to the running and partly because she couldn't wait to see Kafka again. She started meeting with the Stellaron Hunter just a few weeks ago.

After the occurrences on the Xianzhou Loufu, they got closer and Kafka admitted that Stelle caught her eye. Stelle wasn't opposed to the confession and suggested that they could spend time on the Express in secret.

So that was what she was doing now, heading to their hidden hangout. Stelle arrived in the car and silently opened the sliding door to the middle room. She was excited to see Kafka again.

The slightly taller woman was sitting on a pillow on the floor, her legs crossed and her usually suggestive smile was soft and so was her expression.

"Kafka!" Stelle exclaimed happily, her chest was heaving and her heart was racing. "Stelle my dear" Kafka greeted her, not as cheery but equally as happy. Stelle swiftly entered the room, carefully sliding the door shut.

She approached the purple-haired woman and proceeded to sit down and laid her head onto Kafka's lap. "I missed you" Stelle mumbled and turned her head to face Kafka. "Sweet thing, it has only been a few days since I last visited." She chuckled and gently caressed Stelle's cheek.

Her gaze was soft, cherishing the time with her lover. "But still…" Stelle pouted and then smiled, "I'm glad you're here Kafka".

They stayed like that until Kafka complained about her legs falling asleep. Unwilling to stand up, Stelle groaned as she tried to shift her legs. "Stelle, could you please move? I'm afraid my legs fell asleep…" she tried to convince the younger woman gently. "While we're at it, we could put a record on… Oh! And I brought some pastries for us to enjoy."

Stelle sighed, hiding her smile, and sat down properly beside Kafka. Of course that did the trick. Kafka knew her too well by now. She got up and placed the box with the pastries on a low table next to their pillows.

She proceeded to put on one of the classical music records 'borrowed' from the parlor car on a spare gramophone they found while cleaning up the room. The two went on to spend the afternoon chatting, cuddling, and eating the pastries Kafka brought. They were lovingly decorated with pink and white candy hearts. (Kafka denied that she actually made them but Stelle knew.)

Before they knew it, it got late. Stelle didn't want Kafka to leave, who knew when they could meet again after all? So she just tightly hugged her, hoping she would stay a little longer. Kafka patted Stelle's head, her other arm wrapped around her waist. She didn't want to leave either, however, she also didn't want to cross the Astral Express crew or mess up Elio's script (if that was even possible).

"I would love to stay, you know how much I love to be with you, right? But you also know that I have a responsibility to get back to." Kafka spoke gently, not wanting to upset her girlfriend by leaving again so soon.

"I know… I know, but just a little longer? Two minutes…" Stelle mumbled, her face pressed against the nape of Kafka's neck. And so they stayed like that for two more minutes. two became five and soon five turned into ten.

"I have to go sweet thing," Kafka whispered against Stelled hair. "Right…"

So they bid goodbye once more, hoping the wait wouldn't be too long. "I love you Kafka, be safe," Stelle said, a soft smile on her face. She cupped Kafka's face and kissed her gently and the taller woman kissed her back, hands at the back of her neck and her waist.

Kafka pulled back first and replied, "I love you too, Stelle. See you soon." It was a promise.

With that, Kafka departed and Stelle turned off the lights and went back to her room. She stopped when she entered the room with a surprised and nervous look on her face.

March 7th was waiting there for her.

[vera-deville]

Vera's Hauntober 2023

Day 4 - Candy Apples (Azul Ashengrotto)

09/18/2023

Pairing: Azul Ashengrotto x Reader

Word Count: 1,205

Warnings: None that I can think of!

Gender: AFAB

Taglist: @animusicnerd, @leonistic, @pyroxeene, @savanaclaw1996, @thequeenoffishburrito, @ellssbellss, @reshi-galaxy, @hanafubukki, @hitoshislover

"Y/N? What are you doing?"

Said girl was intently focusing on stabbing apples with wooden dowels. "Oh hey Azul! Right on time! C'mere, I've got a job for you."

Azul could only mentally prepare himself before being shoved an apron, an apple, and a wooden dowel of his own. "And what pray tell, am I to do with these?"

"Here," Y/N grabbed another apple and dowel. "You just stick the dowel into the middle of the apple like this, and then you set it onto this tray over here." Y/N pointed to a grey tray almost full of stabbed apples. "If the tray gets full, just grab another tray from that pile over there, clean it with a towel, and place parchment paper on it."

"Is there anything you'll be doing in particular with the apples after that, or are they just going to be apples on sticks?" Azul asked, trying to stick the dowel into his given apple.

Noticing his struggle, Y/N explained, "You're going to want to shove the dowel and not be afraid of damaging the apple. Like, really get it in there." Finally, Azul got the dowel into the apple. "I'm going to be dipping them in caramel after I finish the rest of these."

Curious to see how this would end up, Azul merely nodded along to what Y/N was saying.

"Actually, I have an even better idea! You stick the rest of the dowels in, while I get started on the caramel! I'll be done with this much sooner that I thought I would be!" Y/N moved the remaining apples and dowels to Azul's side of the table.

Azul simply watched Y/N prepare the caramel she mentioned, all while taking notes to this seemingly simple recipe. It didn't seem to have much to it, just apples and caramel, so how good could it possibly be? Not good enough for Mostro Lounge, he could guarantee that-

Pretty soon enough, Y/N had finished making the caramel, and Azul had finished inserting dowels into apples (which was a tad more arduous than he originally gave it credit for). Taking an apple by the dowel, Y/N gently sunk it into the pot of caramel, and turned it, making sure that the caramel coated all the sides before setting it back onto the tray to cool.

"This part takes the longest, because of a couple extra steps my family does." Y/N voiced with a reminiscent smile on her face. Azul hadn't heard her talk much about her family back from wherever she came from, so he let her continue.

"My grandma and I used to make caramel apples every year during autumn. She used to do it with her grandmother and mother, and her grandmother used to do it with her grandmother and mother, and it's just overall a very generational thing." Y/N pulled a bowl of chopped nuts and coated the apple she'd worked on with them.

"My grandmother and I were suckers for caramel apples. Everyone else in the family loved them too, of course, but no one was as crazy about them as us." Azul noticed Y/N added another layer of caramel to some of the apples.

"Why are you adding more caramel to some of them?"

"Like I said, I'm crazy for caramel apples~" Y/N said with a wink. "My grandmother and I would double a decent chunk of the apples, and then we'd eat absolutely nothing else. Of course, we'd coat some of them with nuts and candy and stuff, but the double-coated caramel apples were our favorites."

Azul could see the sadness in Y/N grin. Though she spoke of her memories happily, nostalgia peppering her face, there was an indescribable sadness that clouded her figure. It could be seen in the way she hunched over the table, making sure the caramel coated her apples just right. It could be seen in the way her eyes were glossed over, and shimmered when the light hit them just right.

He didn't know what brought on the sudden nostalgia, but whatever it was, he would be there for her. He could guarantee that much. Wordlessly grabbing an apple himself, he also joined in on the caramel coating process, finding it rather fun, though that may have mainly been attributed to Y/N's stories of her home.

One that she hadn't seen in so long, at that.

Eventually, the pair finished the caramel process, and Azul found the magicless NRC student beside him practically vibrating with joy, because they would now be tasting the caramel apples. "Since you helped me so much with this whole thing, you get to have first pick!" Seeing the crease in her smile, Azul couldn't help a genuine grin settle on his own face, opting for an nutty caramel apple.

As soon as he sunk his teeth into the gooey apple goodness, Azul did a double-take. What is this sorcery? Why is such a simple dish so ridiculously delicious? Surely there must be something he missed, because there was absolutely no way a mere apple coated with caramel and some nuts can taste this good-

"I take it that you like it?" Y/N asked with a smirk on her face (and caramel on her cheek).

"Ahem. It is...rather nice on the taste buds. Though slightly difficult to bite into, perhaps if they are offered with a plate of some sort to eat it with. Or perhaps they can be cut into slices and then coated with the caramel and toppings! Or..." Azul rambled on and on about different variations of the caramel apples, as Y/N watched with a loving smile on her face. She may not have been able to share this moment with her family, but this was just as nice.

"Y/N! What do you say to an exclusive contract where you supply Mostro Lounge (and only the Mostro Lounge) with caramel apples, and in return, you receive 35% of the profits?"

Y/N shook her head, chuckling to her self. "Make it 65%, and I'll think about it~"

Author's Note: When I first thought of the idea for this fic, I was super excited to write it. But then I actually started writing, and I realized that somehow I suddenly forgot how conversations worked? But eventually, I got into the swing of things, and was able to finish it.

See you in the next fic!

Masterlist Hauntober 2023 Masterlist

[mybatimblog]

my head feels like TV static

tw venting i am overwhelmed this is mostly a stream of consciousness and makes only half sense

i need to spill things somewhere i hope it helps

sirry this is kind of like real life stuff

i do not have anxiety in the diagnostic sense but there is so much in my body right now its going to pour out of my eyes and i'm worried i will drown in it

there is too much going on and not enough sleep to function i can either take my medication be productive and not sleep until four hours before my alarm or allow sleep instead of work

i can only pretend to be someone else for so long to keep my mood up i can only pretend for so long until i run out of fuel and it does not help much to pretend to be "Sammy Lawrence" or "Remus Lupin" or "Bucky barnes" before the character's instabilities actually make it hard to feel better and then i am back and so tired

i can pretend to be one of my own characters but they are pieces of me and it doesn't help much

the dopamine it gives me to spend time with stuff i like doesn't help my brain is moving too fast i feel like im spinning

books and paper and paint are so expensive i didnt get a textbook until yesterday because it took me two weeks to make the decision about whether i should risk a virus and get it for $20 or spend 50 dollars more just to rent it digitally and as for the art supplies i need to buy special paper? and the project is due sooner than id like

and food is so expensive i have food but not REAL food and I cannot eat cereal and popcorn forever but i have dishes to do and its either a drive to the less expensive grocery store or a 20 minute walk to the more expensive one

ive been trying to start a patreon but have no time to make content for the patreon

sunlight never reaches my window and my apartment is very dark but if I open my windows to let light in, people can see me so easily. my plants will die soon. i got a new plant recently as a reward for working so hard this summer and im afraid its going to die and im afraid that if this were a book and some student were reporting on it they'd relate my plant's health to mine and how i may be slowly falling apart

putting the light on helps a lot but not when we pay for electric and i have to think about how expensive it is to exist

i have been trying to pay my water bill for days and watching every drop i use because the other day my tap was on for 4 hours while i was away from home but the water lady has not emailed me back

i make list after list after list and its the same tasks that i still have to do them all

last night i tried to watch Fresh because i started it two days ago and sebastian stan is candy for the brain and i did not finish the movie but i had to pay for my enjoyment because the next day i feel like THIS and it is a punishment for trying to relax

when you look up how to deal with anxiety everything is things i cannot do except for breathe and breathing is not helping its all "sleep better" and "eat better" and "exercise" and "plan a time to worry"

i would like to melt but i have so much work to do

[sspextkr]

famine┊vampire!coryo/sejanus┊chapter two┊fic navi┊playlist

His first day home after the incident

word count: 1.6k

trigger warnings: emetophobia, starvation

Much to his displeasure, he wasn't allowed to go home for a week- He could already imagine the conversation he would have with his family. He was forced to stay in that same dim room for a while, the only interaction he had being assistants asking him the same questions over and over. If I knew my name yesterday, I'm pretty sure I still know it today. 

They brought him meals twice a day, yet he found himself rejecting them. On his first night, when they brought him a simple ham and cheese sandwich, he found himself throwing up the thing after a few bites. The same thing followed with breakfast the following day and the dinner he ingested later the same night. So, he just gave up on eating. Dr. Gaul refused to explain why he couldn't keep anything down.

Sleep was another thing his body denied him after a certain point. He passed out after having the first ham sandwich for God knows what reason, but it wasn't sleeping. Just being unconscious. He'd lay there for hours with his eyes closed, waiting to drift off into unconsciousness, but nothing would happen. And he felt fine. Completely fine. Better than fine, actually. The normal wear and tear he felt in his day to day life vanished. It was odd. He missed the way hunger would dig its claws into his stomach. Made him work harder, more productively. He had something to go for, but now? Nothing.

When Coriolanus was allowed home, the whole ordeal was very secretive. He had a team of peacekeepers escort him into a hidden garage, where a black limousine waited for him. Now this, he could get used to. The car was a lot more spacious than it appeared to be on the outside, coolers lining the walls filled with all sorts of beverages. The smells all conflicted, overwhelming his senses.

He sat down on the plush leather, resisting the urge to grab one of the candies off a tray to his right. He didn't want to risk throwing that up as well and ruining his uniform. The thing probably reeked. He hadn't been issued a change of clothes and was denied when he asked for some. You're changing the chemistry of my body. The least you can do is give me a clean shirt.

He was joined by two peacekeepers who sat opposite from him, looking bored. Ah, great. More awkwardness. Coriolanus cleared his throat before turning his gaze out the window. Was the sun always that bright? He flinched away from it, scooting over just enough to be hidden where the sun couldn't reach him.

"Have you eaten yet?" One of the peacekeepers asked out of the blue. Coriolanus shook his head no. "That explains it.. Here." He grabbed a bottle from one of the coolers off to the side and handed it to him.

Coriolanus took the bottle carefully and sniffed. It smelled incredible. "What's in this?"

"Just drink it. Doctor's orders."

He squinted in annoyance before screwing off the lid and taking a sip. What followed was cold, thick, and had a hint of iron. Refreshing. He drank around half of the bottle before handing it back, wiping off his lips with the back of his hand. Something red stained his skin.

"What was in that?" He asked, adding on after a moment, "I'm feeling better."

"Afraid we can't say that, sir." The other peacekeeper spoke up. "It's classified."

Some help you are. Coriolanus thought bitterly, turning his attention back to the scenery outside. They were approaching his block. He tensed. What would he even say to Tigris and the Grandma'am? He didn't have answers to any of the questions he'd ask.

“We have created the first human mutt in Panem history, and we call it a vampire.” The doctor's voice rang in his head. Vampire.. What the hell even was a vampire? It sounded so familiar, yet so foreign..

He shook off the thought as the car came to a stop. The peacekeepers got out first, then ushered him out as well. He muttered a quick and polite ‘thank you, gentlemen.’ Before watching the limousine round back to the cave it came from. The sun peeked out from its place behind the clouds, and he took that as a sign to begin his trudge up the stairs to his penthouse. Why did it sting his skin so bad?

Coriolanus was able to climb them easier than he remembered. It was long and tedious, sure, but he didn't feel the slightest amount of exhaustion. What he felt mostly was dread.

Just like a bandaid, he told himself as he opened the door to his penthouse. The place was just as he remembered. He entered with newfound stealth, not yet calling out for his family. What would he even say? Should he lie? Probably. But what would be plausible? He didn’t know if Gaul had updated his family on his.. Condition? Could he even call it his condition?

Ponder on that later. He thought, making a beeline for the bathroom. It was still pretty early in the day, so they shouldn’t have run out of hot water yet. A hot shower was just what he needed after the whole ordeal.

He wouldn’t be able to stay in for too long since Tigris normally got up for work around his time. Shit, Tigris. Maybe he should’ve pondered a bit longer on what to say to his cousin- A response for if they knew and a response for if they didn’t know what happened to him.

He was too exhausted to bother putting on anything proper, slipping on a fresh pair of underwear and his father's silk robe. Hopefully now he looked a little more proper. He wiped off the small build up of condensation on the mirror and went to grab his hairbrush, freezing at the sight of his reflection.

He looked sick. Pale. Even more so than usual. His eyes, already naturally cold, had lost their sense of humanity. He looked dead.

And what was the most concerning were the two little fangs starting to grow in.

---

Exhausted and maybe even delusional, too, Coriolanus retreated to his bedroom, deciding a nap would be for the best. He awoke to the sound of his name being called and his shoulders being shaken. He jolted awake, pawing at whoever was attacking him. “Coriolanus! God, where the hell have you been?!”

Once the sleep had cleared from his eyes, he was able to see who it was- Tigris, in all of her tired, half awake beauty. He opened his mouth to speak, but all that left his mouth was air that Tigris managed to squeeze out of his lungs with a crushing hug. “Don't you do that to me again.”

She doesn't know. He wrapped his arms around his cousin in return, patting her back awkwardly until she pulled away, still clinging onto one of his hands. “Now, what the hell happened?”

“I.. Caught a flu. You know the one that's going around? A new strand, very.. Very dangerous.” Could I be any worse at lying? “They quarantined me in Dr. Gaul’s lab.. Wouldn't let me go until I was symptom free.”

Tigris didn't buy it one bit. He could tell by the look in her eyes, but he also knew her well enough to know that she wouldn't press anymore than she would have to. “.. I'm glad you're okay. Why didn't you call, though?”

“Oh.. Her lab. It's- It's deep underground. Out of reception range.” Maybe he was better at lying than he originally thought he was. “Phones were prohibited. She's very.. Very secretive.”

The look in Tigris’ eyes shifted. Had he managed to fool her so easily?  ".. Like I said, just don't do that to me again. I don't know what I'd do if I lost you, too."

Coriolanus frowned, squeezing his cousin's hand. "Don't you worry about that.. I'm not going anywhere.."

Tigris squeezed his hand back. "They fed you down there, right? You look ghastly, Coryo. No offense."

"I feel ghastly." He chuckled softly. "They did, don't worry.. Most boring ham and cheese sandwiches I've ever tasted."

"Still.." Tigris placed the back of her hand against his forehead. "You look like a ghost.. I'm going to make you something not so boring."

Coriolanus caught her wrist as she began to stand up. "Don't. Save it for the Grandma'am." Came the response, quick as second nature.

Tigris pulled her bony wrist away gently. "I'm sure the Grandma'am will understand.. She's been worried sick about you, too, you know."

---

Lunch went as he had expected. Tigris had made him an excellent chicken noodle soup with some leftover bits of last night's dinner, and he spewed it right back up. At least he wasn't alone this time. Tigris brushed his curls out of his face and rubbed his back, muttering kind words like she used to when they were younger. "Maybe you're not over that flu yet.."

Coriolanus groaned, slouching back onto his bed. "Maybe.. I hope it passes soon.. I don't want to stay away from the Academy for too long."

"They'll understand.. That reminds me. We got a call from the Plinth's earlier. Their boy has been worried about you."

".. Sejanus?" He asked.

Tigris nodded, combing back his sweat-soaked curls. "Hasn't seen you all week. He said something about Dr. Gaul and the thing you had with her.. You asked him for advice on something?"

".. Oh.. That was nothing. Just another one of her assignments on the glory of war." He laughed weakly. "I wouldn't worry too much about it."

"I don't like her, just from what I've heard about her.. She sounds scary. How demented do you have to be to want to come up with new ways to kill children every year?"

It's not that hard, actually. "Maybe she just has a.. Vivid imagination."

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A/N: Great end of chapter if I do say so myself -Danny Words: 2,167 Series' Masterlist Previous Chapter // Next Chapter Listen to: 'Trouble' -by Imagine Dragons

II: No! Not My Irrepressible Thoughts of Death!

"She really named her place Hebe Jeebies?"

"Afraid so."

"And how did you know about this place?"

"They have great licorice ropes," Grover explains. "You can't pass by without smelling them!"

"It's a candy store, then?" Annabeth frowns.

"No, more like... Actually, it's easier to show you."

Ara groans, the first noise she's made since they got there. "Are we going to regret this?"

"Probably. But then again, you love your job," Percy grabs her by the shoulders and pushes her in. "C'mon, quest junkie..."

The place looks like the craziest family restaurant Ara's ever seen, though to be fair, she hasn't been to many. Her family prefers ordering a pizza and playing video games until their thumbs are sore, but she can sense the magic bouncing off the walls like an annoying buzzing in her ear.

"I get it now," Annabeth makes a face. "This place does give me the heebie-jeebies."

"You feel that too?" Ara mumbles.

"Feel what?" Percy asks.

"Like the Lotus casino," she responds. "Time feels wrong."

"I've been here a few times," Grover replies eerily. "I've never found the other end of the place."

"Okay," Percy steps back. "I agree with Birdy. I'm getting strong Lotus Casino vibes in here... like low-rent Lotus Casino, but still..."

"Nothing low-rent about this," Ara steps forward.

"It's not a trap," Grover tries to ease them. "At least, I've never had any trouble leaving. These families... they come and go. They don't seem to be stuck in time."

"Then... what's the catch?" Annabeth frowns. "There's always a catch."

"I don't know," Grover says awkwardly. "I usually just get licorice and leave. I keep a low profile."

"Hebe runs this place, right?" Ara shrugs. "Perhaps she eats little kids."

"Shut up," Percy groans. "Are we even sure she's here?"

"No, but..." Grover shrugs. "You know that feeling you get when there's a god around and you can't see them, but you kind of feel like there's a swarm of dung beetles on the back of your neck?"

"Not exactly..." Percy mumbles.

"I feel it almost every day," Ara's had enough encounters with gods to differentiate a normal state of anxiety from actual power breathing down her neck. "It itches."

"Dung beetles is oddly specific, though," Annabeth points out.

"I've got that feeling now," Grover insists. "We could ask the staff if Hebe's around. If we can find someone."

"Oh, my gods," Annabeth perks up. "Stackers. I haven't played that since..."

Ara points at another game. "It's the same we have in camp! Leo..." Her smile falters, losing her train of thought for a moment. "Uh... rigged it so we could mess with the characters—he called it idiot mode."

"It's a nostalgia trap," Percy says cleverly. "The place is selling people their own childhoods."

Annabeth hums. "That makes sense, but a lot of places sell nostalgia. It's not necessarily a bad thing..."

"Nostalgia's addictive," Ara responds promptly. "Maybe Hebe doesn't need magic to keep people here, miserable folk love wasting their lives in this sort of crap." She lets out a dry chuckle. "I know what I'll be doing after school..."

Percy places a hand on her shoulder. "Keep walking."

"Excuse me, miss?" Annabeth stops an employee.

"What?" The girl—can't be older than ten—pauses and calms down. "Sorry. The token machine is broken again, and I gotta get these tickets to... Anyway, how can I help?"

"We're looking for Hebe?" Percy says.

"If this is about a refund for a defective game—" 

"It's not."

"Or the pizza being moldy—"

"It's not. Also, yuck."

"Depends on the mold," Grover mumbles.

"We just need to speak to the goddess in charge," Annabeth explains. "It's kind of urgent."

The young girl eyes them with a frown but shrugs. "Past the diving cliff; left at the henhouse."

"Diving cliff?"

"Henhouse?"

"She'll be in the karaoke bar," Sparky—that's the name in her tag—makes a face. "Don't worry. You'll hear it."

When the girl leaves, Percy turns to his friends. "Are we really going to search out a karaoke bar... like, on purpose?"

"I love karaoke," Ara frowns. "It's fun!"

"You can duet with me on 'Shallow,'" Annabeth teases the boy.

"You don't want that," he grins.

"Oh, I don't know." Annabeth gives him a playful pinch. "Might be romantic."

Their soul lights glow and Ara gawks playfully. Grover nudges her arm. "We're just going to keep walking," he says, pulling her along.

"Hey, water," Ara points out. "If there's an emergency we can use that, Nemo."

"Gross, but yeah," he looks at the greenish water with repugnance. "Let's hope we don't have to."

"Aaand that's the henhouse," Ara scowls. "This can't be sanitary."

"Why?" Percy asks, but not in response to her comment, more like, Why would anyone put this here?

"Hebe's sacred animal," Annabeth explains to them. "Maybe we should move along."

"Those are not friendly pollos," Ara mutters, noticing the way the animals are ogling at them with dead stares. 

Hebe is easy to identify, she's the only person in there dressed like a 60's go-go girl. Everything that could go wrong goes wrong within the next thirty minutes of sitting there talking to her. She rambles about how Percy was stupid for rejecting immortality and eternal youth, scans Ara up and down, making the girl self-conscious, and when Ganymede gets mentioned, that only worsens things.

"Heroes accusing me of theft! The only thing I've ever stolen is time from the Fates so mortals could enjoy longer lives! I care nothing for that... that usurper's cup! Do you think I would want my old job back, waiting tables on Mount Olympus, when I have my own establishment right here with all the pizza, karaoke, and bumper cars I could ever desire?"

"You're right," Percy says promptly. "Of course that's silly. But maybe you know someone else who could've stolen it? Or if you'd let us look around so we can report back that it definitely isn't here—"

"ENOUGH!" Hebe starts glowing. "What did you say earlier, Percy Jackson? Getting older is part of life? Well, perhaps you should start that process over again. Maybe you'll do it right this time and learn some manners!"

It can get chaotic real fast when a goddess decides to turn everyone in your friend group into eight-year-olds. 

There's lots of clumsiness and tons of emotional immaturity. Ara starts weeping the moment she's stripped of her power. She's an anxious, weak child—and impatient as well. She's tugging Percy's hand screaming about this being all his fault, demanding to be taken back to her mommy and daddy, and it only gets worse when Sparky releases the killer chickens. 

Fifteen-year-old Ara is hard to intimidate, but baby Ara? The moment those beasts show up, she lets out a high-pitched scream and tries to scramble out of there. Annabeth and Percy have to drag her through every obstacle, and at the back of her mind she knows she should help, but Hebe took her to a time when she had no training, no blessings, and no control over her ADHD.

Ara overhears her friends talking about kidnapping chicks, but the only time they pay any attention to her is when they lock themselves inside the karaoke and Percy shoves a mic into her small hand. He squeaks out in his little boy's voice. "You're the singer—Sing!"

Ara hiccups through the song, but she manages to stay calm now that Grover and Annabeth are keeping the cabin sealed shut. The music helps her ease her nerves and soon enough Percy and Annabeth join her. "You're terrible singers," she says in a stuffy voice.

Percy and Annabeth trap her in a hug as they sway and sing louder. Ara lets out a giggle that makes her friends smile more, they hadn't heard that girlish noise in ages. It's hard to notice when someone's voice changes if you spend every day listening to them, just like it's crazy how they're all the same height and age right now. 

Ara always wondered if their relationships would've been any different had she been the same age as them, if they would've trusted her, and perhaps even supported her wish to become a daughter of Olympus. Now that they are, she realizes that no, they would've still tried to stop her, because it was never about the age. Ara was simply too much of a coward.

"Stop it! Stop it, already!" Hebe shows up again, stomping her feet to silence them.

"Oh great and extremely young Hebe!" Percy starts. "We are so sorry—"

"Especially Percy," Annabeth adds.

"I am ninety percent of the sorry!" He concedes. "Please forgive us!"

"If that song was supposed to be an apology, you should direct it to John Lennon."

"He was a jerk," Ara blurts out, then Annabeth elbows her. "But you seem to like the 60s, and we want nothing more than to appeal to you!"

"Please, grant us sanctuary from your wrathful hens!" Grover presses.

"And please return us to our proper ages!" Annabeth adds.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Hebe makes a time-out sign. "First you desecrate my karaoke machine, then you barrage me with requests? Why should I return you to your former ages?"

"Because... Because you are generous and good, and also super young," Percy tries clumsily.

"We are petitioners at your altar," Annabeth replies.

"Your holiest of holy karaoke stages! Most sacred of disco boogie venues!" Silence. "Too much?" Grover sighs. "All we want is to leave here in peace, at our normal ages—so we can spread the word about the wonders and terrors of Hebe Jeebies!"

"And with a little information about the chalice of the gods, please," Percy says sweetly.

Hebe scowls at him. "There it is again. That insolence. That slander. Perhaps I did not send you far enough back into your childhood."

"Forgive him!" Annabeth squeaks. "We would never try to run out the clock on you!"

"It's true!" Percy pipes in. "Clocks are bad!"

"I don't know how to read a clock," Ara pipes in.

"You are spouting nonsense," the goddess frowns.

"Exactly, they do that a lot!" Annabeth says. "That's why you must forgive them!"

"What did I do?" Ara pouts. "I didn't get us in this trouble!"

"You matured too fast," Hebe glares at her. "What is a youthful body to a soul that can't enjoy it?"

"That's true, you're growing too fast," Percy nods in agreement.

And whose fault is that? Ara scowls. She doesn't think she's a troublemaker nowadays, the only reason she's stuck as a child is precisely because she's doing exactly what the gods ask of her. "Shut up."

"You shut up!"

Hebe stomps her tiny feet to silence them, she seems to be getting younger. "You are all so—so yucky!" She's getting even smaller than Ara. "What is happening? I don't like it!"

Ara and Percy share a confused look, then he looks at the booth behind them. "Lil' Killer!" He says. 

"A chick?" Ara crawls under the booth.

"Don't look at me like that!" Hebe squeals at the way Annabeth stares at her as if waiting for something. "You're a big dummy!"

Ara holds the chick in her small hands, squirming a little because the animal keeps trying to bite her fingers. They wait until Hebe turns into a full newborn. "What just happened?" Grover mutters.

Annabeth picks up the baby and coos. "Li'l Killer pulled juniority on Hebe. But you are so adorable!" Hebe threatens to hit Annabeth, but it's not strong enough. "Now hold on, I know you're fussy, but I'm sure you're not making an age-based complaint, are you? The chickens wouldn't like that."

Baby Hebe shuts up instantly. Ara giggles and pats the chick she's holding with her index finger.

"Great," Annabeth hums. "Then here's what I suggest. We agree that some young ages are just too young. Then we remove Li'l Killer from the room so you can age yourself back up to at least elementary school. Then you accept our apology, put us back to our normal ages, tell us whatever you know about the chalice of the gods, and we all go our separate ways. Gurgle once for yes. Poop yourself for no."

Hebe gurgles.

"Grover," the girl turns to her friend, "would you ask Li'l Killer to return to her pen, please?" Grover talks to the chick in Ara's hands and the little animal squeaks in response. Ara kisses its tiny head and then pushes it gently through the door. 

Hebe wastes no time turning back into a teenager. "You four..." she growls.

"We apologize, Great Hebe," Annabeth repeats. "And ask for sanctuary."

"And information," Percy reminds her. Annabeth nudges his side. "Please."

"You're lucky I like John Lennon," Hebe snaps her fingers and turns them back to normal. "Sit, and I will tell you what I know. But you aren't going to like it."

Ara sits and stares at her hands: supple, slim, and slightly shaky. In comparison to a few seconds ago, she feels how different she truly is from who she used to be when she was a little girl. Everything in her body is stronger and well-tuned... but what is a perfect body to a polluted soul? At the very core, Ara is still small and insecure, nothing will ever satiate the void in her chest. Nothing will change.

"You okay?" Grover nudges her shoulder. "Did Lil's killer poop on you?"

Ara looks at him, trying to brush off her thoughts. "Just checking for wrinkles."

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BadAss Temple(separately ofc) playing the pocky game with their fem!s/o(She is the one that suggested btw, I dunno I always imagine the s/o being a little bratty, specially with Hitoya and Kuko) - Maid Cafe Anon

BadAss Temple playing the pocky game with their fem!s/o

Kuko and bratty s/o.. It sounds like a good competition. Also hope my work will make you feel better <3

femreader, teasing, fluff, just wholesome stuff;;

-"Huh? What do you wanna try? Alright, but don't complain if I start to play by my rules, alright?"

-Maybe you thought you could confuse him with such a thing? Well, actually yes, but only when you both get too close to the middle and your lips start to brush at each other.

-Till this moment he's pretty bold, not even interrupting eye contact with you, holding your waist softly. Cause right now for Kuko it's actually just a game, a challenge to make you blush first.

-So he would try to get to the middle first, and when he notices that you're not pulling away, but also quickly eating your part, that's where all his bratty attitude fades away. It's much harder to look at your face now, when he can feel your tickling breathe..

-Yet of course Kuko would act brave till the end, trying to show with his whole expression that he has no shame. If his mouth wouldn't be busy with a long biscuit, your boyfriend would totally tease you just to see a more shy glow in your eyes, yet your smirk tells him you're going to be as bratty as he is..

-Even if he can't stop his heart from beating so fast, there's no way he would pull away and hide his face, never! So you would end up with a kiss on the first attempt.

-And it would be a pretty messy kiss, as now, when you don't have this stupid sweet between your mouths and you close your eyes, Kuko can take revenge and make you more embarrassed. He was seeing your teasing expression and now wants to make it into some blushing and nervous one. And he knows exactly how to do this.

-So maybe after two or three Pocky he will get a taste, and get more calm, enjoying such a game. Now it's your turn to find out it's actually pretty hard to keep your cool when someone looks at you like this..

-"What's wrong, s/o? This time you looked away, I noticed this.." - Kuko smirk, pinching your waist lightly. - "I'm sure in the next round you would finally pull away, doncha?"

-Just at what moment you both forgot about candies and just started sharing more kisses..?

-"Ahh, so today my princess of the darkness wants to delight me with some game from human's world? Then I'm ready to be amused.."

-Of course he's so nervous that he switches to his pompous mode!! All your teases and games always leave him all red and trembling, as he giggles nervously. And now, such a test makes him nervous.

-As soon as you place a sweet stick between your mouths, that's it, Jyushi is absolutely embarrassed again.

-For the first few times you win, as he just can't help but pull away everytime his eyes meet yours. Your faces are so close, and you look at him so playful, and the fact that you also hold BOTH OF HIS HANDS.. His heart can't take it!!

-After you offered your boyfriend to close his eyes and just enjoy the taste of biscuit, everything got better, and your lips finally pressed to each other. For a second Jushi shrugs, mewling in your mouth but you just grab his shoulders, continuing to kiss him.

-A pretty quick kiss, as you were kinda afraid he would fall unconscious now. And, also, after that he just gets more coy, closing his eyes every time tips of your noses start to tickle each other..

-Well, when you already eat almost half of a packet, Jyushi gets used to such a naughty game, starting to look at you more with need than with embarrassment. After all, even with someone as sensitive as he can start to be pretty bold, huh..?

-"L..let's take another one, please.." - with a soft mumble, Jushi looked away. - "I swear, it will be the last one.."

-Of course you ended up eating a whole reserve you had. Well, how could you both pay attention to how many sweets you eat, when your lips were much more delicious?

-"... this is the first time I heard about something like that. If you wanna kiss me, just say it, okay?"

-Acting like he's too old for any games, but actually he enjoys some playful teases, just not in such a way. But there's a first time for everything?

-There's no way you would outplay him with your bratty behavior and boldness. Oh, how sweet, but he's too stoic to actually get embarrassed so quickly, watching with delight how slowly your face changes when you realize for him it's nothing.

-And, of course, you would finish with a kiss in your first attempt. And he would be the one to initiate this, as Hitoya already ate his half and quickly covered your part, before luring you into a long kiss. A really long one, as he wants to melt you more as fast as possible.

-It's just really amusing, seeing how you ended up falling into the trap you made for him. And your boyfriend would totally tease you about this, tickling you with his words almost as with his deep kisses.

-Actually, one Pocky is enough for him, but if you want to make a round twox then he doesn't mind. Go on, want to lose again?

-Hitoya's is willing to do this as long as you want. Cause, despite he really loves to see your bratty smirk, watching as your brows start trembling and cheeks blush every time his lips meet yours is one of his favorite things, actually.

-"Mm, maybe someone should just give up, don't you think?" - with a soft but low chuckle he pulls away another biscuit you put in your mouth and puts it aside, instead just leaning closer, titillating your lips with his in a light touch. - "Just admit your defeat and I'll reward you with another kiss, okay?"

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tw suicidal thoughts

hi momdad. I'm not doing very well right now and although I know I'll be okay, do you have any tips for how to make it easier while I wait it out? anything to just block out the constant suicidal thoughts and stop me mentally planning things that make me sad to think about. I understand if you don't have the time/spoons for this and I'll be okay either way, but your words often make me feel a lot better about things. thanks <3

hey there, darling, i'm really sorry you're going through this. Bad Thoughts are also one of my biggest enemies, and i've been dealing with them for... going on twenty years, now. so, let's break this down.

in my expert opinion, you need to attack Bad Thoughts from three different sides: physical, mental, and social. congrats, you've already taken a step on the social side!

physically: i know, fucking believe me i know, that right now is the last time you feel like doing anything, but it genuinely is harder to feel like dying when you're clean, fed, and rested. this isn't about being perfect, having a bubble bath and making your bed or whatever, it's just about feeling less gross, through whatever means you're capable of.

change your clothes if you've been wearing them more than a day, take a sponge bath to get rid of the worst of the grime and stink, throw down a fresh flat sheet on your bed or change your pillowcase if it's been a long time since you changed them. whatever little thing you can do.

eat something. if all you've got is candy bars, then eat candy bars, but it is important to keep in mind that you will, unfortunately, feel better when you've had some nutrition. if you can get some apple slices, baby carrots, snap peas, etc, super easy finger foods, that's great. you also need protein and will feel weak and shitty without it, so get some beef jerky, hard boiled eggs, whatever you can. doesn't matter if you're just eating peanut butter out of the jar, just eat.

i know, intimately, the pain of insomnia, so if you can't sleep i totally get it, but do try and sleep instead of just staying awake because you can't face your own mind. honestly, i have a small tv in my room and i tend to keep it on at a very low volume when i sleep, because the noise helps to keep my mood from tanking when i close my eyes. if you need something like that, that's totally okay. just try and sleep, or at least rest. if nothing else, close your eyes for a while and listen to a podcast.

lastly - and know that i'm saying this through gritted teeth, seething - i'm afraid that exercise helps. i hate it, i hate every minute of it, but it actually fucking helps. i prefer to lift weights and/or do yoga, as i can go at my own pace in my own room, and stop whenever i can't take it anymore. i sleep so much better when i exercise 2-3 times a week, because life is just horrible like that.

mentally: when it comes to fight off the Bad Thoughts, distraction is The Most Important Thing. when you can't do anything else, distraction is your last line of defense. and i have unmedicated adhd so i know it's fucking hard, but it helps if you cultivate multiple tactics that work as distractions.

the best distractions i've found:

something that makes you laugh (you have to laugh, fuck, you absolutely have to find a way to laugh)

something you find interesting (science, history, puzzles, even just how it's made videos; scroll through youtube until you find a topic that you're legitimately curious about and learn something new)

something that feels comforting (your favorite movie or show, your favorite book, your favorite fic; doesn't matter if you've watched/read it a hundred times, do it again)

something totally mindless that requires your entire focus (for me that's usually a game on my phone, something like scrabble, word search, or a pop-all-the-bubbles sort of game; make sure you don't fall down a sinkhole of buying more turns and shit)

i have a distractions tag if you'd like some ideas on where to start. if you'd like a few recs of channels i like to watch when i feel shitty:

andrew rousso's skits are hilarious

liziqi lives in the chinese countryside and makes beautiful, peaceful videos of gardening, farming, and cooking. wild girl and dianxi xiaoge have similar channels.

absolute history has some fascinating in-depth videos

acrylic pours are pretty damn cool to watch

chris fleming is as unhinged as he is funny

tasting history with max miller recreates ancient recipes and discusses the history surrounding them

serena art has a cool method of painting that is very interesting to watch

caitlin reilly is painfully good at being funny

the animal cracker is a chiropractor who works on animals, including horses, which is actually really cool

for some reason i think harvesting videos are fascinating??

okay, that probably has you set for a while, lol. but i think that gives you an idea of what i find helpful, from educational to funny to just cool to look at when you can't concentrate on anything.

important part of this is staying committed to the distraction. you are a hockey goalie and you are not letting that shit through. cycle through ten different distractions if you need, just do not fall into the pit of bad thoughts. power through the worst of it.

socially: believe me, i don't love talking to people when i'm buried under a wave of despair, and i'm pretty bad at keeping in touch with friends, but make an attempt at talking to someone and either being honest about how you feel or just have a chat about nothing important, because we're social creatures and we feel better when we've been in contact with other people. even if you're just sending memes or rambling about fanfic, it helps a little bit.

okay, dear, that's my guide to holding back the tide on the Bad Thoughts. of course i could say all sorts of encouraging, inspirational stuff, but honestly when i'm in the depression hole, i don't really want to hear that stuff. simple, concrete actions help me more than promises that everything's going to be okay or i'm strong enough to handle this, blah blah. but if you do want more along that line, try my suicide tag for support and more advice.

this fucking sucks and it's okay that it fucking sucks, you don't need to paint a smiley face on a pile of shit and try to act grateful about it. just try and take care of yourself as best you're able, and don't let those thoughts gain a foothold, alright? you'll get through this, sweetheart.

[tomyrtle]

Chapter 7

Bound into insanity — Bound into eternity

Sneak peak:

“Let me tell you something, Riddle,” she growled, clenching her fists. “You're not as magnificent as you think you are. If you could only see anything beyond the tip of your nose, you'd notice that you're not the only one getting outstanding grades in Potions. And maybe if you hadn't been climbing deeper and deeper up Slughorn's arse at every opportunity, perhaps he would have noticed it too! But no, you give him candied pineapples, pretend you're the perfect prefect, a polite boy, and he eats it up. Sometimes I think that if you were to spit into the cauldron before his very eyes, he'd consider it a pioneering idea worthy of a future Potions Master!” Riddle had acknowledged almost all of Myrtle's monologue with a pitying look through which he let her know that she was mentally challenged, but the last sentence made him raise an eyebrow. His eyes went hazy, as if he was picturing the scene described, and - to Myrtle's surprise - he burst out laughing.

“Quite plausible these theories of yours,” he admitted, though not without a shadow of ridicule. He repositioned his body, thrusting his hips forward slightly and stroked his imaginary beach-ball shaped belly. “Unconventional, Tom, unconventional, but very interesting indeed,” he mimicked Slughorn's voice, which would have turned out better had they been in their proper bodies. He added in his usual manner: “I'm sure I could do a lot more with the cauldron, and the old fool wouldn't have said anything.” Myrtle blinked, shocked. She was floored and hoped that she would not only rub his nose in it, but make him realise that he was not as good of an actor as he thought he was. Instead of being surprised and appalled by her words, what she received was another round of ridicule. “Now I'm going to tell you something, Warren,” he said with an unpleasant smile. “I don't pay attention to people who don't deserve it. Clearly you are jealous of me, but the truth is that you are a plain idiot. Yes, an idiot,” he repeated as Myrtle's jaw dropped. “You've got good grades, so if you wanted to, you could win Slughorn over. You know that candied pineapples and kind words work, but instead of participating in the game, you'd rather act like you're above it. You think you should get recognised because you're so magnificent, don't you? As magnificent as me? More magnificent?” He laughed unpleasantly. “And who's got an inflated ego here, huh? I'm not afraid to get my hands dirty in order to get what I want. You think you deserve the attention just because you're a tad better at cramming than the rest of that bunch of idiots that roam around Hogwarts.”

Read Chapter 7 here.

Read from the beginning here.

[braveclementine]

Chapter 14

Warnings: None. However, future chapters will contain sexual content so readers that are under the age of 18 may have to skip those chapters (However they are very few so those under the age of 18 can still read a majority of this book. However please keep note of the warnings).

Copyright: I do not own any Wizarding World characters that J.K. Rowling wrote. I do however own Elizabeth Kane (main character) and Trang Nyguen (best friend). There should be no use of these two names without my permission. I also do not condone any copying of this.

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𝕾𝖔, 𝖕𝖊𝖗𝖍𝖆𝖕𝖘 𝕴 overreacted a bit.

For the remainder of Christmas break I stayed in the Hufflepuff Common room. I only left to sneak down to the kitchens late at night to get food or get up early early in the morning for breakfast.

I was hungry most of the time, but I wasn't going to dare to show my face- at least not when Professor Snape might be around. I missed Harry, Ron, and Hermione. I missed the forest and I missed Firenze but there was no way I was leaving the safety of the dorm. Every day I put off was another day to give Professor Snape time to forget what I'd said.

I finished all my homework and when I was done with that, I read and re-read all the books I'd gotten for Christmas and of course, IT.

Susan was the only one who asked me why I wasn't leaving the dorm. I don't think anyone else really noticed. I just said I was feeling tired often and didn't want to move much. I think she was concerned about me not eating though. I wasn't- Trang had sent candy from America for Christmas and I had my hot fudge cakes from Mrs. Weasley. Besides, I didn't notice hunger when I was reading or sleeping.

I had, against my better judgement, drawn some scenes from that night. I had drawn Professor Snape and I dancing- mostly because I wanted to remember it one day. I had also drawn Harry and Parvati, Ron and Padma, Cedric and Cho, and Hermione and Krum.

When I woke up on the first day of second term, I summoned up my courage and, packing my books, made my way down the stairs to the Great Hall. I sat with Hermione, Ron, and Harry, carefully keeping my back to the teachers' tables. Perhaps it was my imagination, but I couldn't help but think there were eyes on me.

I ate two helpings of food. Meanwhile, Hermione, Ron, and Harry filled me in on what had happened- after asking where'd I'd been. They then preceded to tell me about the conversation between Hagrid and Madam Maxime.

"I already knew that." I said shrugging, "Foresaw it." I shoveled eggs in my mouth. Hermione looked a bit worried about my appetite. Harry and Ron got up to go to Care of Magical Creatures and she held my arm so keep me back for a second. I'd been about to tear off to Divination.

"What happened after the Yule Ball?" She asked quietly.

"Nothing." I muttered, looking at the floor.

"Well you must've done something, no one's seen you for two weeks except the Hufflepuff girls. Have you even eaten in two weeks?"

"Of course I have!" I said a bit defensively.

Hermione shrugged, but I knew she wasn't letting it go, she just wanted to get to Care of Magical Creatures class quickly. I'm sure she'd bombard me about it again soon.

I hurried to Divination, glad that no one else was going to look at the situation to closely. But perhaps Hermione was right. Locking myself in a room for two weeks might not have been the best way to handle it.

But then again, I was quite dramatic.

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𝕴 𝖈𝖆𝖒𝖊 𝖉𝖔𝖜𝖓 to lunch feeling apprehensive. To my luck (which meant it was bad), I had potions after lunch and I was feeling very sick.

Harry and Ron looked extremely angry when they sat down and Harry tossed me a paper he was holding. It was the Daily Prophet. "Read that." Harry snapped.

          DUMBLEDORE'S GIANT MISTAKE      Albus Dumbledore, eccentric Headmaster of Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry, has never been afraid to make controversial staff appointments, writes Rita Skeeter, Special Correspondent. In September of this year, he hired Alastor "Mad-Eye" Moody, the notoriously jinx-happy ex-Auror, to teach Defense Against the Dark Arts, a decision that cause many raised eyebrows at the Ministry of Magic, given Moody's well-known habit of attacking anybody who makes a sudden movement in his presence. Mad-Eye Moody, however, looks responsible and kindly when set beside the part- human Dumbledore employs to teach Care of Magical Creatures.      Rubeus Hagrid, who admits to being expelled from Hogwarts in his third year, has enjoyed the position of gamekeeper at the school ever since, a job secure for him by Dumbledore. Last year, however, Hagrid used his mysterious influence over the headmaster to secure the additional post of Care of Magical Creatures teacher, over the heads of many better-qualified candidates. An alarmingly large and ferocious-looking man, Hagrid has been using his newfound authority to terrify students in his care with a succession of horrific creatures. While Dumbledore turns a blind eye, Hagrid has maimed several pupils during a series of lessons that many admit to being "very frightening."      "I was attacked by a hippogriff, and my friend Vincent Crabbe got a bad bite off a flobberworm," says Draco Malfoy, a fourth-year student. "We all hate Hagrid, but we're just too scared to say anything."      Hagrid has no intention of ceasing his campaign of intimidation, however. In conversation with a Daily Prophet reporter last month, he admitted breeding creatures he has dubbed "Blast-Ended Skrewts," highly dangerous crosses between manticores and fire-crabs. The creation of new breeds of magical creature is, of course, an activity usually closely observed by the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical Creatures. Hagrid, however, considers himself to be above such petty restrictions. "I was just having some fun," he says, before hastily changing the subject.      As if this were not enough, the Daily Prophet has now unearthed evidence that Hagrid is not- as he has always pretended- a pure-blood wizard. He is not, in fact, even pure human. His mother, we can exclusively reveal, is none other than the giantess Fridwulfa, whose whereabouts are currently unknown.      Bloodthirsty and brutal, the giants brought themselves to the point of extinction by warring amongst themselves during the last century. The handful that remained joined the ranks of He- Who-Must-Not-Be-Named, and were responsible for some of the worst mass Muggle killings of his reign of terror.      While many of the giants who served He-Who- Must-Not-Be-Named were killed by Aurors working against the Dark Side, Fridwulfa was not among them. It is possible she escaped to one of the giant communities still existing in foreign mountain ranges. If his antics during Care of Magical Creatures lessons are any guide, however, Fridwulfa's son appears to have inherited her brutal nature.      In a bizarre twist, Hagrid is reputed to have developed a close friendship with the boy who brought around You-Know-Who's fall from power- thereby driving Hagrid's own mother, like the rest of You-Know-Who's supporters, into hiding. Perhaps Harry Potter is unaware of the un- pleasant truth about his large friend- but Albus Dumbledore surely has a duty to ensure that Harry Potter, along with his fellow students, is warned about the dangers of associating with part-giants.

I stared blankly at the last sentence and then looked over at where Draco was sitting with the other Slytherins and I made to get up but Hermione held my arm. "Must you always act so dramatically?" Hermione asked.

Yes, I thought.

"We've got to go see him." Harry muttered, putting beef casserole on his plate. "This evening after Divination. Tell him we want him back. . . you do want him back?" He shot at Hermione.

Hermione blushed and said, "I- well, I'm not going to pretend it didn't make a nice change, having a proper Care of Magical Creatures lesson for once- but I do want Hagrid back, of course I do!" she said, quickly changing her tune at Harry's glare. He looked at me.

I shrugged, "He won't answer the door- if he's even in the cabin when you go."

Harry still decided that he was going to go after dinner anyways. I shrugged again, dreading potions. Maybe I could keep turning back the hour so I never had to go. But I decided that I was going to have to face him eventually.

I was nearly late to class and took my customary seat, staring down at the wooden table as though it was the most interesting thing I'd ever seen. Did you know you could find patterns in wood just like in clouds?

He addressed the class normally and I focused completely on my potion, blocking him out. The one time that I looked up at him, he had his back to me and I breathed a little easier.

I finished my potion before the bell rang and was packed and ready to go by the time the bell rang. I dashed from the classroom and headed to the Great Hall for dinner. I went down to the cabins with the other three and, as predicted, Hagrid never answered the door.

Over the next week, we didn't see Hagrid and part of me had to agree with Hermione as Professor Grubbly-Plank went over lessons with unicorns. I had, of course, seen unicorns before in the Forbidden Forest. But it was different, seeing them like this. Sadder, in a way, in a pen instead of free. I had half a mind to open the gate and let it run away. I wondered if I'd get a bad grade.

There was a Hogsmeade visit halfway through January and Harry wanted to go. We had left the castle in our cloaks when I looked over at the Durmstrang ship. Viktor emerged onto the deck dressed in only swimming trunks. He dived into the lake.

"He's mad!" Harry cried, "It must be freezing, it's January!"

I looked on with interest as Krum continued to swim in the water, "I should really try that out."

"It's a lot colder where he comes from. I suppose it feels quite warm to him." Hermione said reasonably.

"Yeah, but there's still the giant squid." Ron said, sounding hopeful.

Hermione and I both frowned, "He's really nice, you know. He's not at all like you'd think, coming from Durmstrang. He likes it much better here, he told me." Hermione said.

"He told me the same thing on the first day here." I said. "And he certainly isn't anything like how they portray the Durmstrang's to be. Karkaroff wasn't happy at all that he invited you to the dance, you know. Durmstrang has a very high anti-Muggle policy."

Ron kept quiet. I scanned the streets for Hagrid but didn't seem him. Harry suggested we go into the Three Broomsticks and we agreed, eager to get out of the cold. We went up to the bar and ordered four butterbeers. Madam Rosmerta peered very curiously at me- probably trying to figure out what made me so special to the teachers back up to the school. Meanwhile, I stared at the decorations hanging around until she handed us our drinks.

"Doesn't he ever go into the office?" Hermione whispered, "Look."

She pointed into the mirror behind the bar and we looked into the reflection where I saw Ludo conversing with three goblins. The goblins looked menacing, their arms crossed across their chest. He seemed stressed too.

Then, he looked up and saw us and quickly came over to us. "Harry! How are you? Been hoping to run into you! Everything going all right?"

"Fine, thanks." Harry said.

"Wonder if I could have a quick, private word, Harry? You couldn't give us a moment, you two, could you? I also need a word with you Elizabeth, if you'd wait just over to the side."

"Er-okay." Ron and I said together. Ron and Hermione headed to find a table and I took a few steps back, leaning against the wall.

Madam Rosmerta kept glancing over at me and finally, I looked over at her and said, "You know, if you have something to ask me, you can ask. I don't bite." and I gave her a warm smile. She seemed a bit relieved.

"I was just wondering if you were the Elizabeth Kane I've heard quite a bit about." she said, filling up a cup.

"I am." I verified. "I know I've been talked about in this bar too. Last year, Fudge, you, Flitwick, Hagrid, and McGonagall."

Instead of looking abashed, she looked amazed and curious, "Your foresaw that did you?"

"Parts of it." I admitted, "But I was actually just sitting at a nearby table when the conversation took place."

"Hagrid talks about you a lot and your Professors will end up talking about you if prodded." Madam Rosmerta said, still sounding a bit awed for some reason, before walking out of the bar with her drinks. She set off for a table nearby to serve the drinks.

I thought about her words. I wondered if Professor Snape would talk about me if he was asked about me. Then I remembered I was trying not to think about him and I quickly set my eyes on Ludo and Harry. They seemed to wrapping up their conversation. Harry walked off a few seconds later and Bagman approached me.

"So Elizabeth! I was just wondering-"

"You're betting wrong." I finished for him, taking a sip of my drink.

He looked guilty, dropping his voice, and said quietly but urgently, "I'm in trouble."

"I know."

We stared at each other for a moment and then I sighed. I was to nice. "If you bet that Harry and Cedric tie the competition, I think you have a higher chance of winning your gold back."

"But there can't be a tie!" Ludo said, frowning.

I shrugged, "I'm telling you what my gut feeling is. But it'll be either Cedric or Harry or both and as for now, my gut says both. Now, you need to talk to the Weasley twins too and just come clear. Alright, I'm going to go find my friends now. Take care."

I walked away, leaving him there are the bar. Fred and George were eyeing Ludo and me with vivid interest and I smiled at them as I passed by. Fred seemed like he wanted to talk but I wasn't really in the mood.

". . . for Crouch, according to Bagman. He's still ill. Hasn't been into work." Harry was saying.

"Maybe Percy's poisoning him. Probably thinks if Crouch snuffs it he'll be made head of the Department of International Magical Cooperation." Ron said.

"Funny, goblins looking for Mr. Crouch. . . They'd normally deal with the Department for the Regulation and Control of Magical creatures." Hermione said, frowning.

"Crouch can speak loads of different languages, though, Maybe they need an interpreter. What did Bagman want with you, Elizabeth?" Harry asked.

I rolled my eyes. "He's having money troubles. Wanted to know a future bet."

Hermione scoffed.

"Uh oh." Ron said, staring up at the door.

I look up briefly and felt my annoyance leave, replaced by anger. She was wearing yellow robes and her nails were hot pink. She was talking very fast to her photographer. I gritted my teeth.

". . . didn't seem very keen to talk to us, did he, Bozo? Now, why would that be, do you think? And what's he doing with a pack of goblins in tow, anyway? Showing them the sights. . . what nonsense. . . he was always a bad liar. Reckon something's up? Think we should do a bit of digging? 'Disgraced Ex-Head of Magical Games and Sports, Ludo Bagman. . .' Snappy start to a sentence, Bozo- we just need to find a story to fit it-"

"Trying to ruin someone else's life?" Harry asked loudly and my eyes jumped to him.

"Harry! How lovely! Why don't you come and join-"

"I wouldn't come near with a ten-foot broomstick. What did you do that to Hagrid for, eh?" Harry said furiously.

People were getting quieter in the bar. If I wasn't so angry, I think I might've been properly embarrassed.

"Our readers have a right to the truth, Harry. I am merely doing my-"

"Who cares if he's half-giant?" I asked scathingly. "No one who actually knows him sees him as any of the ways that you portrayed him in the article."

"There's nothing wrong with him." Harry assented. The entire pub was silent. Madam Rosmerta was still filling a full cup of beer. It was about to overflow.

Rita pulled out her Quick Quotes Quill. My wand hand twitched- I wanted to set the thing on fire. "How about giving me an interview about the Hagrid you know, Harry? The man behind the muscles? Your unlikely friendship and the reasons behind it. Would you call him a father substitute?"

"Oh, shut up." I snapped suddenly. The father thing was a touchy subject for me.

"You horrible woman." Hermione said furiously, standing up. "You don't care, do you, anything for a story, and anyone will do, won't they? Even Ludo Bagman-"

"Sit down, you silly girl, and don't talk about things you don't understand. I know things about Ludo Bagman that would make your hair curl. . . not that it needs it-" Rita eyed Hermione's hair, her eyes narrowing.

"You mean the trial?" I asked lightly. "Pretty sure they never had evidence in the first place and he got off without a single charge so it's a moot point, isn't it?"

"Let's go." Hermione said. "C'mon Harry, Ron, Elizabeth."

They got up and followed her but I stayed where I was a second longer and then walked out. As I passed Rita Skeeter I whispered, "I know your future, you know. Let's just say you've got some hard times coming. You're just a little bug with zero skills." I looked up at her, smiling wickedly, and walked out of the pub. She didn't look intimidated.

Hermione, Harry, and Ron were already halfway down the street and I ran to catch up with them.

". . . don't read the Daily Prophet. She can't scare me into hiding!" Hermione was saying, striding so fast the others were running to keep up with her. I matched her pace. "And Hagrid isn't hiding anymore! He should never have let that excuse for a human being upset him! Come on!"

She broke into a run and we ran after her. The curtains were still closed in the cabin and Fang barked as we approached.

"Hagrid!" I shouted. "Let us in!"

"Hagrid! Hagrid, that's enough! We know you're in there! Nobody cares if your mum was a giantess, Hagrid! You can't let that foul Skeeter woman do this to you! Hagrid, get out here, you're just being-" Hermione said, pounding on the door in intervals.

The door opened and Hermione cried out, "About t-" before realizing that it was Dumbledore who had opened the door.

"Good afternoon." He said pleasantly, smiling down at all of us. I smiled back.

"We- er- we wanted to see Hagrid." Hermione said in a small voice.

"Yes, I surmised as much. Why don't you come in?" Dumbledore asked.

"Oh. . . um. . . okay." Hermione said while I smiled wider.

Hagrid was sitting at the table. There were two large mugs of tea on the table. His face was blotchy and his eyes were swollen . His hair was all tangled and a complete mess.

"Hi Hagrid." Harry said.

Hagrid looked up. "'Lo" he said in a bit of a hoarse voice.

I went over and put my arms around him.

"More tea, I think." Dumbledore said and raising his wand, a revolving tea tray appeared with a plate of cakes. Ron eyed the plate hungrily. There was a slight pause and then Dumbledore asked, "Did you by any chance hear what Miss Granger was shouting, Hagrid?" I giggled as Hermione went pink. "Hermione, Harry, Ron, and Elizabeth still seem to want to know you, judging by the way they were attempting to break down the door."

"Of course we still want to know you!" Harry said, staring at Hagrid.

I laughed. "you don't think anything that Skeeter cow wrote really means anything to anyone, do you?" I asked. "Pardon my French Professor, I'm a bit angry with her."

"Understandable." Professor Dumbledore said, sounding extremely amused.

"Hagrid, how could you think we'd care what that- woman- wrote about you?" Harry asked more civilly.

"Living proof of what I've been telling you, Hagrid. I have shown you the letters from the countless parents who remember you from their own days here, telling me in no uncertain terms that if I sacked you, they would have something to say about it-"

"Not all of 'em. Not all of 'em want me ter stay." Hagrid said hoarsely.

"Hagrid, you've known this already." I said, trying not to sound exasperated. "None of the Slytherins want you to stay. But that's never stopped you from teaching us Hufflepuffs, Ravenclaws, and Gryffindors! Come on now!"

"Not a week has passed since I became headmaster of this school where I haven't had at leas tone owl complaining about the way I run it. But what should I do? Barricade myself in my study and refuse to talk to anybody?" Dumbledore asked.

Unable to help myself I asked, "Are all the letters from Lucius Malfoy?"

Dumbledore's eyes twinkled and said, "A large majority."

"Yeh- yeh're not half-giant!" Hagrid said.

"Hagrid, look what I've got for relatives. Look at the Dursleys!" Harry said furiously but I wasn't sure what it had to do with anything.

"Look at my dad." I said softly.

"An excellent point." Dumbledore said. "My own brother, Aberforth, was prosecuted for practicing inappropriate charms on a goat. It was all over the papers, but did Aberforth hide? No, he did not! He held his head high and went about his business as usual! Of course, I'm not entirely sure he can read, so that may not have been bravery. . ."

I giggled.

"Come back and teach, Hagrid. Please come back, we really miss you." Hermione pleaded.

"I refused to accept your resignation, Hagrid, and I expect you back at work on Monday. You will join me for breakfast at eight-thirty in the Great Hall. No excuses. Good afternoon to you a-" At that moment, an owl flew and tapped on Hagrid's window. I opened it up and a tired Sadie came into the cabin.

"Thanks girl." I said, taking the letter from Sadie, seeing that it was from Trang, and opened it up right there. As I read it, the blood drained from my face.

"Elizabeth?" Dumbledore asked in mild concern.

"It's nothing." I said bitterly as I read over and over about how Trang's mother had written to Trang asking if she could ask me how my dad was because he'd been all over town trying to find a job- unsuccessfully. "Just be glad you're not a werewolf Hagrid." I angrily stuffed the letter in my pocket.

"Your dad's having a hard time finding work?" Hermione asked.

Dumbledore observed me with a serene look, a look that I couldn't read.

I nodded, jaw clenched. "I'm used to it, of course- but he told me he had a job and we said we weren't going to lie to each other. I know he doesn't want me to worry but still." I ran a hand through my hair. "I'll see you in class Tuesday Hagrid. I need to go write some letters. Bye Professor."

I left the cabin and strode up the hills. I went up to the Owlery, pulling Trang's letter out of my pocket again.

Dear Elizabeth, Thank you for the Christmas present of course. I found the peppermint imps to be absolutely fascinating. (I nearly burned the small shed we- that is to say my American host family- have in the backyard down). However, my mum has been writing to me quite frequently, asking me if I've heard anything about your dad from you. I guess she said he's been going around town looking for jobs. Apparently he's staying home a lot so I guess he didn't get a job? I don't know, you haven't talked about him a lot. I can't very well tell mum that werewolves have a hard time getting a job and I know you probably didn't want to mention it to me. I know our families are very different when it comes to money. If you want, I can help out- I know you mentioned he wouldn't take money from your vault. I'm sorry for bringing this up and hopefully it gets cleared up. Maybe by the time my letter gets there he'll have had a job and this letter won't mean anything. Or maybe mums' wrong and he's always had a job. Anyways, you don't really have to let me know, of course. Your dad is your business. But I just wanted to let you know mums' worried about him. Keep in touch, Love, Trang

I put my face in my hands, laying the letter down on the ground. I didn't cry but I felt horrible. Then, I pulled out a piece of parchment and tried to figure out what I was going to write.

Dear Dad, I just got a letter from Trang. Apparently her mum wrote her to ask me if you're okay because according to her, you're having a difficult time getting a job. I know you don't want me to worry, but I can't help it, and if she's right and you don't have a job, I don't appreciate the lie. We said we weren't going to lie to each other. I'm sending money with this letter. I'd rather you just suck it up and use it then starve or whatever you're doing to save money. I love you and forgive me for calling you a liar if you do have a job.

Also, can you send me information on Barty Crouch? Just like about his life and work? I think it might be important.

Love,

Elizabeth

I rolled it up and headed down the stairs and went back to the Hufflepuff common room to get some of my Galleons. I put seventy-five in a bag and then went back up to the Owlery. I used a weight reduction spell. Sadie was up for a trip by this time and I told her it was for dad. She held out her leg and I attached the letter and money and she flew away.

I trooped back down the stairs and went to dinner.

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𝕳𝖆𝖌𝖗𝖎𝖉 𝖈𝖔𝖓𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖚𝖊𝖉 𝕻𝖗𝖔𝖋𝖊𝖘𝖘𝖔𝖗 Grubbly-planks' lesson book and had baby unicorns- called foals. They were pure gold. They were lovely and a majority of the Ravenclaw and Hufflepuff girls dissolved into squeals at the sight of them. Again, I had the strangest urge to open the gate and let them go out into the forest.

In Charms, I sat at a back table with Harry, Ron, and Hermione. He told us about how he'd taken the egg down to the bathroom and the memorized poem that he'd heard which went like this:

Come seek us where our voices sound we cannot sing above the ground, and while you're searching, ponder this: We've taken what you'll sorely miss, An hour long you'll have to look And to recover what we took, But past an hour- the prospect's black, Too late, it's gone, it won't come back.

"That's why Krum was jumping into the lake." I said. "He must've been practicing for the tournament."

"Anyways." Harry said quickly with a look at Ron's face. "When I was coming back, I er, fell on the trick stair and dropped the egg and the Marauders map." He then proceeded to tell us about Snape and Filch and Moody. Mostly the conversation between Moody and Snape.

"Snape said Moody's searched his office as well? What. . . d'you reckon Moody's here to keep an eye on Snape as well as Karkaroff?" Ron whispered, trying to banish his cushion. It did fly across the room, knocking Parvati's hat off her head, but did not land in the box he was supposed to be aiming at.

I'd already banished all four of my cushions to the box. "Of course not." I scoffed.

"Well, I dunno if that's what Dumbledore asked him to do, but he's definitely doing it. Moody said Dumbledore only lets Snape stay here because he's giving him a second chance or something..." Harry said, trying to banish his cushion but it only flopped on the desk.

"What? Harry. . . maybe Moody thinks Snape put your name in the Goblet of Fire!" Ron said, his next cushion bounced off the chandelier and landed on Flitwick's' desk.

I scoffed again. "Of course not."

"We thought Snape was trying to kill Harry before and it turned out he was saving Harry's life, remember?" Hermione asked. "I don't care what Moody says. Dumbledore's not stupid. He was right to trust Hagrid and Professor Lupin, even though loads of people wouldn't have given them jobs, so why shouldn't he be right about Snape, even if Snape's a bit-"

"Evil?" Ron asked. "Come on Hermione, why are all these Dark wizard catchers searching his office then?"

"Why has Mr. Crouch been pretending to be ill?" Hermione said, changing the subject. "It's a bit funny, isn't it, that he can't manage to come to the Yule Ball, but he can get up here in the middle of the night when he wants to."

I frowned at this phrase of questioning. It was bizarre, wasn't it? And why had I foreseen the conversation but not the robbery? I was sure someone had taken something from Snape's office, but what could it have possibly been? Potion ingredients most likely, but for what?

"You just don't like Crouch because of that elf, Winky." Ron said scathingly.

"You just want to think Snape's up to something." Hermione retorted, sending her cushion into the box.

"I just want to know what Snape did with his first chance, if he's on his second one." Harry said, his cushion following Hermione's into the box.

"Nothing." I said. "It's a matter of opinion and which direction you look at it from. But you'll find out about it anyways so I won't tell."

"Typical Elizabeth answer." Ron snorted as his cushion was banished far away from the box.

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𝕳𝖆𝖗𝖗𝖞, 𝕳𝖊𝖗𝖒𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖊, 𝕽𝖔𝖓, and I searched endlessly in the library for something to help Harry breathe under water.

"You know." I said, slamming a book closed in frustration. "If you could swim on your own and hold your breath for long periods of time, you could just swim along the top. The only problem would be seeing. If you had night-vision or under-water vision, then we might get lucky."

"I can't swim well." Harry said, gritting his teeth.

"I ought to go try it out and see how deep the lake is." I said thoughtfully.

Hermione snorted, "The lake could be miles deep- it's not a pool."

Harry had gotten notes for the restriction section from Professor McGonagall and had asked Madam Pince for specific books on breathing underwater. Nothing helped and we found nothing.

"You know. . ." I said slowly. "Maybe we're looking in the wrong spot." I said a day before the task. I was going to let slip about the plant- Gillyweed, and then Fred and George came around and I shut my mouth.

"What're you two doing here?" Ron asked, looking up at them. Fred and George were never in the library.

"Looking for Hermione and Elizabeth." George said. "McGonagall wants you both in your office."

Hermione and I exchanged brief looks of shock. Well that wasn't supposed to happen. What about Ron? But I shouldn't have been so surprised. My visions had been wonky since day one. I had to stop relying on them.

"Why?" Hermione asked, looking surprised.

"Dunno. . . she was looking a bit grim, though." Fred said.

"We're supposed to take you down to her office." George said.

"We'll meet you in the common room." Hermione said, standing up and I got to my feet too. "Bring as many of these books as you can."

I followed her out of the library, feeling apprehensive. In McGonagall's office was Cho and a little blond girl who looked a bit like Fleur.

"Ah, Miss Granger, Miss Kane." Dumbledore said, smiling at us. Professor McGonagall looked a bit stressed behind him. "Wonderful, all four of you are here."

I was frowning, confused. Why me? Surely Ron would have been chosen in place for Harry.

"Now then." Dumbledore said. "There's nothing to worry about. For the next part of the tournament, each contestant is supposed to rescue you- a hostage like situation. Miss Delacour for Miss Delacour, Miss Chang for Mr. Diggory, Miss Granger for Mr. Krum, and Miss Kane for Mr. Potter. You won't be in any immediate danger and I will be putting you each in a deep sleep. The charm will break when your champion reaches you and your head comes up above water. Are there any questions?"

My hand shot up into the air like we were in class and Dumbledore looked at me. "Sir, I though you were going to use Ron Weasley for Harry."

Dumbledore smiled and said, "I was, but I thought this would be a bit interesting, and there were some hints, of course." Professor McGonagall's mouth grew thinner.

I shrugged. Alright then. Who was I to challenge Dumbledore in the first place anyways?

I wasn't very keen about spending the entire night and half the morning in the lake but since I was going to be asleep anyways, I guess it didn't really matter. Lake water did horrible things to people's hair however. I was going to have to wash it afterwards.

We all walked down to the lake. That was the last thing that I remembered.

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[mamamittens]

Hi hi! It's me! So I heard about your date night. Was hoping I could make a request. If it's not too much trouble, could I get a chocolate toffee... candy corn with.... an alcohol. A shot of hot damn and Pink shnapps for Portgas D. Ace and a shot of White Russian for myself. I'm F! With short dark brown hair, brown eyes, and semi-tan skin, I prefer to dress in Lolita (I don't currently have the money but if I could do Lolita in the date night I would appreciate it). I'd really like to go by Astra. I'm pretty chill but I enjoy light teasing banter, when I'm nervous I tend to laugh slightly and fidget, I also have a tendency to be kind of flirty, sometimes without meaning to which then sometimes makes me nervous cause I'm afraid of their reaction.

P.s. no pressure but if possible could you post it on the 12th? That's my birthday. You don't have to, just, you know, if you’re not overwhelmed or anything. I turn 32!

Happy birthday! Hopefully it’s actually the 12th for you too, lol.

Hope you have fun on your date~

Date Night Event!

Warnings: One sided enemies to lovers (Ace still has issues about himself even in a modern AU), lap ride, praise kink (pretty boy and pretty baby used most often), submissive Ace, couch sex, and creampie.

Word Count: 2,594

There was something to be said about taking bets he could ill-afford to lose.

Ace scowled at the little white house from atop his motorcycle. He didn’t want to do this at all. He had no idea why his brother thought this was a good idea—no actually, he knew that Sabo thought it would be funny. Hardly a good idea though. From day one Astra and himself have had an… interesting relationship. He thought she was kind of cute at first. Lacy dresses and pretty ribbons like a doll.

But Ace felt like a damn grease monkey next to her every time she came around. His hands felt perpetually dirty compared to her and the faux-sheepish way she acted let him know that she knew it too. Every insult was paid in turn with a sly smile that only riled him up more. The flirts were the worst of it though, cause he knew she didn’t mean a damn thing by it—and his heart raced every time anyway.

Supposedly, this little ‘date’ would help break the tension. Sabo liked his little friend and wanted his brother to like her too. But Ace couldn’t help but bare his teeth and grimace every time she came up in casual conversation. How Sabo got Astra to agree to any date, let alone at her house with just the two of them, Ace had no fucking idea.

But… he was here now. And he knew Astra had heard him, her blinds moving slightly as he pulled up. If he turned tail and ran now, he’d never hear the end of it.

Ace dismounted his bike, pocketing the keys as he reflexively wiped his hands on his nice jeans. Well, the nicest pair he owned. Only a little bit of an oil stain on the hem. He still grimaced when he went to knock on the door. His tan skin looked dirty compared to the clean, white paint. He half expected to leave a smudge and was only a little disappointed that he didn’t. It would serve her right to have a bit of dirt rubbed on the picturesque image of her home.

The door opened, Astra greeting him with a smile. Pale blue sweater lined with lace draped over her frame.

“Hey there, glad you could make it!” She lied, stepping aside to let him in. Ace huffed, the soft scent of clean laundry and something floral wafting over him. “Feel free to pick a movie while I get the takeout menus. I wasn’t sure what you’d like so I haven’t ordered anything yet.” Astra explained, as though she didn’t know that he would eat just about anything put in front of him.

Huffing, Ace set down his helmet and looked at the bookcase with a wide array of movies. He skipped over the romance titles, as well as the dramas and horror series. He’d rather distract himself with an action movie than risk giving the wrong impression that he was here for anything other than a favor to his brother. He ended up picking a half-decent action-adventure flick about some sort of treasure hunter. The obligatory advertisements before the main menu had started playing before Astra came in with a bundle of takeout menus.

Ace wordlessly accepted the bundle and leafed through them. There was a pretty good variety and it actually kind of surprised him. He sort of thought she’d be the type to cook, pretty well-made meals that would make him feel like he was in a commercial. But no. As it turns out, Astra was a bit more like the average mortal than he assumed. Sure, there were several healthy food options, but her cute face could hardly be sustained on just greasy takeout alone.

He pulled out a Chinese restaurant menu and slapped it down onto the coffee table.

“This sounds good.” Astra hummed, picking it up and looking over it.

“Good pick! They always give me extra dumplings when I order, so they’re not stingy at all.” Astra grinned, pulling out her phone to order after Ace gave her his request. “They’ll be about twenty minutes!”

Astra turned off the light and started the movie, flopping down onto the couch with Ace as the cinematic score started up. Ace sat there, stiff as a board. Viscerally aware that he could feel her body heat near him. Light perfume tickled his nose as he tried to not think about it. He failed, obviously. Her house was clean but lived in, a far cry from his cluttered, messy apartment. He felt vaguely worried that he’d see a dirt imprint when he gets off the couch.

The arrival of food was a welcome distraction—right up until he worried about making a mess. What was worse, getting reamed for staining the couch with curry sauce or being made fun of for shoveling the whole thing into his mouth?

A soft weight leaned against his side and he startled.

Astra was reclining against him, scooping up noodles with her chopsticks without caring about the sauce. Cautiously, Ace stopped worrying and worked through his food. As she had stated, they were generous with their portions. Somewhere between the noodles and picking out chicken Ace had relaxed into the couch cushions. The obligatory third act fight well on it’s way as they set their empty boxes down. Astra tucked underneath his arm as she wrapped hers around his waist with a happy sigh.

As the credits rolled, Astra shifted against him.

“This was nice. I always thought you looked warm.” She mused. Ace paused, looking down at her in confusion. “Want to put on another one?”

“… I thought you’d want me out of here already.” Ace stated. Astra looked at him, soft brown eyes confused in the dim light of the end credits.

“Why? You’re good company.”

Ace felt floored. What an odd thing to say when he knew he’d been leaving smudges of dirt all over her clean house.

“I know I’m too filthy to be in here.” Ace said.

“What the hell are you talking about, Ace?” Astra asked, sitting up to look at him. Ace’s face grew hot as he looked away, waving his hands vaguely.

“You don’t need to pretend, doll. I work with engines all day. I know my clothes are stained with oil and my hands leave grease smears everywhere.” Ace rolled his eyes, “And I know you’d hate your nice dresses getting dirtied up just being near me.”

“…Since when have I cared about that? I know how to wash my clothes, Ace. A little extra laundry sauce is well worth spending time with you.” Astra informed him, much to Ace’s disbelief.

“Doll, you don’t have to lie to me because you’re friends with my brother. I know better than to touch pretty things without cause.” Astra wrinkled her nose.

“With an attitude like that, it’s no wonder you never feel clean enough.” Astra said, throwing her leg over his lap and sitting. Ace’s breath froze in his lungs, his hands twitching as he didn’t know where to put them. But Astra had no such difficulties, her hands trailing up his chest and to his neck, tipping his head back as she leaned into his space further. “You think I’m pretty?” she asked, her words brushing over his lips.

“C-Course I do, doll.” Ace mumbled, face red as she hovered over him, eyes locked with his. His hands found themselves at her hips, bunching up the soft cashmere of her sweater without thought. “T-Too pretty to be sitting on my lap like this.”

“I don’t know, Ace. You’re looking pretty cute from where I’m sitting. A little grease isn’t going to scare me off. Unless you’d rather I not be here? I can move but…”

“But?” Ace whispered, his heart pounding in his chest as his cock began to ache.

Astra leaned in closer, almost brushing his lips as she spoke, soft curves pressed against his body.

“I’ve wanted to kiss your cute face since we first met. Every freckle and scar. Think I could, Ace?” Astra whispered back.

Ace whined, clutching her sweater as he lifted his head up, smashing his lips against hers. She held his face between her soft hands as her tongue swept into his mouth. Ace moaned as he chased the taste of orange chicken and something sweeter—something uniquely her. His grip fixed onto her waist, grinding her against his lap as he was rewarded with a soft moan.

“A-Astra…” Ace panted as she pulled back for air.

“Do you want more, pretty boy?” Ace blushed, whining as he ducked his head against her soft neck. Shyly pressing wet kisses and nips to her skin. She swiveled her hips down against his erection freely, her hands running up and down his sides as she slowly pulled up his shirt. Her nails lightly tracing his abs until her palms met his chest. Panting for air, he pulled away to rip his shirt off.

His eagerness rewarded when she tossed away her sweater. A lacy, silk camisole covering her bare breasts.

The possibility of smearing dirt on her clothes the furthest thing from his mind as he pressed his wet tongue over her stiff nipple. Damp silk catching on his canines as she moaned for him. Her hands caressing his shoulders and running through his hair. He pulled away reluctantly, blowing across the wet fabric with a heady chuckle as she jerked against him.

“Callin’ me pretty when you look like sugar and cream.” Ace huffed, pulling down her camisole to nip at her stiff peak. “Stop lying to me, doll.”

“No, no, no baby~! I’m not lying at all. Look at your pretty face. Those gorgeous eyes. I can’t think when you walk around without a shirt on.” Astra praised him, pulling back his hair so he’d look her in the eyes as she pressed her breasts up against his chin. “So sweet for me, pretty boy. I need you to touch me. Won’t you touch me, pretty boy?” Astra asked of him.

Ace’s hands were already making their way to her thighs. Fondling the curve of her ass as he gently pulled down her tights. The sheer, white fabric almost ripping under his careful, desperate motions. Ace grit his teeth and hissed as he fucked up and tore it anyway. Lace panties evident under his fingertips as he pressed up against a thin, damp strip of fabric.

“S-Shut up~!” Ace huffed, pulling the lace aside and finding his fingers drenched. Sliding into her cute pussy without effort despite the tight squeeze. Astra moaned, squeezing him closer as Ace dipped his chin lower to kiss her breasts. “N-Not pretty or cute. How can you say that when your tits are right here? Your pussy drenching my hand? I-I shouldn’t be here—fuck you’re so soft—” Ace cursed. Astra moaned, bouncing against his hand as he marked her chest.

“W-Want you here! Right here, Ace. My pretty boy, let me ride you please~!” Astra moaned, pulling his hair back to kiss him feverishly.

Ace whined when she raised her ass up, ripping his hand free of her cunt as she blindly reached down for his jeans. Like an addict, Ace kept fondling her wet pussy and thigh as she freed his cock. Groaning as she reached for his wet hand and made him fist his dick. Spreading her arousal across it, guided by her soft hand as she sank down. The leaking tip drenched as it pressed against her pussy.

Ace threw back his had with a harsh whimper as she sank down onto his cock. Sopping wet cunt throttling every inch until her ass met his thighs. His eyes squeezed shut as he panted for air, body tense and stiff as a rock. Then she pulled up, a pathetic whine leaving his chest as he struggled not to cum. The head of his cock almost slipped out and he desperately latched onto her hips, yanking her back down firmly onto his lap.

They both cried out, shuddering against each other as he settled in her body. Cunt struggling to hold onto his thick cock.

And despite feeling like heaven and hell wrapped around his cock, she just kept talking.

“H-Hot! You feel so hot, Aaaccee~!”

“Let me hear you again, pretty boy. You sound so cute when you whimpered.”

“No, no tears pretty boy, I’m not going anywhere. Wouldn’t leave you for anything pretty baby.” Astra cooed against his lips as she rode him. Licking and kissing him as he whined, hips jolting up with every damn nickname she gave him.

“N-Not a pretty boy~!” Ace denied, receiving only a soft chuckle and a kiss to his cheek.

“Yeah you are~ Pretty boys get free rides… do you want me to stop?” Astra asked gently, pulling off his cock. Ace’s blood froze at the suggestion.

Her body was torture. Soft and sweet all over… and he never wanted it to end. Ace shook his head frantically, gripping her hips and pulling down unsuccessfully.

“But you’re not a pretty boy, Ace. You said so. My pretty baby could have this all day…” Astra teased. Ace blinked back tears, knot tangled up in his chest and balls as his head swam. She sank down finally, sitting firmly on his cock as she leaned over and whispered into his ear. “Are you my pretty baby, Ace?”

“YES! Yes! I-I’m—I’m your pretty baby~!” Ace broke, almost sobbing as she started bouncing on his cock again. “I-I’m pretty! S-S-Sooooo pretty for you, d-doll~!” Ace cried out desperately, tears falling as he hurtled towards the edge.

It hurt like hell.

It felt like sin.

It felt so fucking right to be her ‘pretty boy’.

Truth or a lie, it didn’t matter. She wanted him.

And his cock throbbed as he came with a broken sob, her pace slowing down to grind against his lap. Ace’s thighs trembled as he flexed his hips, bouncing her on his cock as he reached down and rubbed her clit. Desperate to show her that he was worth being her pretty boy.

“A-Ace! Ace! O-Oh p-pretty baby yeah, so good for me, baby~!” Astra chanted, pussy clenching down on him as she trembled. Squirting on his cock and probably ruining her couch.

But Ace didn’t care.

He only had eyes for Astra, panting and sweating, tan skin marked with bruises and smears of grease.

Ace panted, holding her firmly onto his lap still as he finished pouring into her quivering pussy. Astra moaned, wobbling in place before falling forward against his chest. Raining kisses across his filthy skin. As rubbed his hands across her slick skin with a dizzy smile, kissing her soft brown hair.

Slowly, she started rocking against him again. His cock stirring in a lewd mix of their cum as it dripped down his balls and thighs.

“A-Again, doll?” Ace asked breathlessly. Astra lifted her head and kissed under his chin.

“Yeah, pretty boy. You deserve a reward.” Ace didn’t know what the hell he could have done, but any questions he had were silenced as her lips pressed against his, her waist rocking against his grip.

He wasn’t totally sold on this whole ‘pretty boy’ business. But if it means he gets to taste and hold Astra’s sweet body… he’s willing to hear her out.

If she doesn’t change her mind in the morning after seeing the state of her couch, Ace didn’t mind being her pretty boy.