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sugarplumkneecaps · 5 months ago

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Good day! I was thinking like the pocky stick game thing that partners do?? Could you write an oneshot on that with Shadow x Reader? Thank you have a good day!

A/N: I think this is such a cute idea! I took a bit of inspiration from my love of state/county fairs to set the scene hehe. Hope that’s alright! So sorry for the long wait on this, I hope you like it <3

Pocky

Pairing: Shadow x Reader C/W: none Genre: Wholesome, first kiss, fluff

The lights around the amusement park started to flicker on, a telltale sign that night was quickly approaching. You and Shadow had been looking forward to the fair for quite sometime, something you had gushed to him about from your childhood. You had lived close to the state fairgrounds, their tall rides and attractions towering over the highways surrounding it. You had explained that each year, you were granted a ticket from your school and your family made a day trip out of the affair. The only real experience he had with anything similar was Eggmanland, so you couldn’t blame him for being skeptical.

Regardless, he put his trust in your retellings that bordered the realm of magic with how fond of them you were. He surprised you with tickets on the opening weekend and you decided to make a day of it just as you once had long ago. Unsurprising to you, Shadow found a great deal of enjoyment in playing the carnival games. His competitive nature aided him in being awarded many prizes, of which he subsequently dropped into your arms with a smile. By the end of it, you had to make a bit of a deal with the staff about trading in prizes as it was too much to carry all at once.

The rides were your favorite as you got to experience a small taste of how you imagined it felt when Shadow raced through town with his air shoes. Shadow was more nervous than you had expected, the machinery making him wary.

“And this is... safe?” he grumbled, his hands gripping the edge of each car like a vice grip as the metal moaned and creaked. The first time or two, you reassured him that yes. It was safe. And even if something happened, you were certain he would protect you. After that though, each anxious query was met with a laugh as the ride would set off on its track.

Hours of this had made you feel a bit worn out and Shadow took immediate notice. “Let’s go get something to eat,” he offered, taking your hand in his. The food stalls were packed as the fair goers had grown exponentially in numbers since you both had arrived. It wasn’t until Shadow had mentioned food that you realized just how hungry you were. Your stomach growled as you looked about at each food stall sign, hoping that one would sound appealing enough (and have a small enough line) for you to stand in.

Just a short distance from the main strip, a lone ramen stand called to you. “There,” you pointed, pulling on Shadow’s hand to move through the crowd. It didn’t seem busy in the slightest as it was a bit hidden, which you were thankful for. You brushed aside the cloth covering leading inside the small bar counter eating area and plopped onto one of the seats. Shadow followed suit, looking about and nodding his head in silent approval.

The cook came around and looked at both of you expectantly before motioning to the menu before you. Looking it over, you could feel your mouth begin to salivate. “Let’s do... one large miso ramen, an order of mochi and... some pocky!” Shadow chuckled a bit before adding, “an order of shoyu ramen for me, thanks.” With that, the cook went off, leaving you two alone.

“Something tells me we should’ve taken a break a long while ago,” Shadow commented, gazing over at you fondly as he rested his chin in his hand. Your cheeks began to shift to a bright shade of red before you turned your attention away from him.

Not too long after, food was placed in front of you both, a welcome distraction from Shadow’s peering eyes. As you dug in, he took note of the bright red box placed between the two of you.

“Pocky? What’s that?”

You looked over at him and then down at the box. Slurping up the last bit of noodles in your bowl, you wiped your mouth clean and cleared your throat, “it’s just a small treat for us to take with us. Would you like to try one?”

He nodded pensively, watching you open the packaging and pull out the long Pocky stick. Shadow grabbed it from you gingerly, slowly nibbling at one end. The display was almost too cute for you to bear.

“You know, there’s a game you could play with these,” you comment, remembering your friends telling you about it long ago. Shadow looked up at you intrigued. A smile played at your lips as you brought a stick between your teeth, leaning forward to encourage Shadow to do the same. He looked at the Pocky and then back at you before mirroring you. Slowly, you bit down, keeping your lips on the treat. Shadow mirrored your small bite but pulled back, chewing slowly. You shot your hands above your head, finishing the stick in two bites, “I won that round!”

Perplexed, Shadow slammed his fist onto the bar counter. “What is the point of this game? I let you have the Pocky!”

You waved a playful finger near his round nose, “ah, ah! Whoever lets go first loses.”

He scowled at you for a moment before placing a stick in his mouth as you had before. You joined him on the other end, waiting for him to make the first move. He did, a blush reaching his muzzle as you dared a bigger bite than before. Shadow took another small nibble before pulling away again. Somewhat less triumphant now, you nudged his arm, “oh c’mon. You practically handed me that win!”

“What happens if neither of us pull away?”

You stopped for a moment, the reason for his shy reaction finally kicking in. Neither of you had kissed before, which meant that if neither of you backed off...

“We would.. uh- kiss?” Embarrassment crept up your spine, causing your entire face to burn.

An awkward moment of silence fell between you two before Shadow let out a determined sigh. Lifting another bit of Pocky into his mouth, he leaned forward slowly. You grabbed the other end between your teeth, your heart thumping loudly in your ears.

Inch by inch, Shadow’s breath tickled your nose as you both worked slowly to close the gap between you. Before you knew it, a singular move stood between you and Shadow’s lips meeting for the first time. It was his turn. You closed your eyes, prepared to feel the weight between your teeth disappear as you figured he would inevitably pull away, too shy to make the last move.

Your eyes shot open once more as you felt his tender lips press against yours, the shock causing you to clamp down with your teeth and break the stick between you. Looking into your eyes for a moment, Shadow sat back with a small bit of Pocky poking out from his lips. You were stunned.

In one swift motion, his tongue moved to place the remainder of the treat between his molars. He shot a sly smile your way before returning to his ramen once more.

“Looks like I won.”

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simdertalia · 2 years ago

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🎍 ACNH Harmonious Set 🌺

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dexterkronos · 9 months ago

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Slime Rancher x TMA?

Okay but seriously, imagine if Jon and Martin commit MAG 200 and just end up on Slime Rancher's Far Far Range. What then?

(Welcome to your lecture on why my abilities to cook have been restrained by divine ordainment [irl responsibilities])

How It Would Work

Mistaken Identity as their alt selves or assuming the lives of their alt selves as they have completely replaced them

They both have separate farms on the Far, Far Range on opposite ends, and don't know where the other exactly is (they both think they're on distant islands to each other lol).

Martin becomes very adept with Slime wrangling in particular, but still remains an effective slime rancher in the ways of taking care of them. He adopts a particular Tabby (unbeknownst to him an escapee from Jon's ranch) and calls it 'Merry', and Merry stays by his side at all times.

Jon is very particular about only owning docile slimes like Pinks, Tabbies and Puddles, with a lot of his slimes being mixes with Tabbies because cats. He makes a sole exception for ONE Crystal-Tabby that he calls 'Calcite', who becomes a bit of a ranch defender Largo. It is so picky about what it eats or absorbs that there is zero risk for him to become a Tarr.

Jmart end up finding each other when Jon goes chasing after a Tabby-Phosphor with Calcite in an attempt to get it somewhere dark before daylight. Both are overjoyed to see each other obviously and immediately work together.

They have a teleporter between their ranches and help each other out with random tasks. They obvs can't combine ranches now, but they do lots of sleepovers at each other's ranches lmao,

Jon ends up going into Slime Sciences because duh of course he would lmao. He's the reason both farms have cannons to repel Tarr slimes.

They get therapy before even so much as thinking about advancing their relationship further because holy hell these dudes need it. (Therapy is already in swing at the start btw, I'm not delaying their roads to mental stability)

Other Info below the keep reading tag so we don't flood your feed lolol.

Relationships with Canon Slime Rancher Characters

Martin is the one who usually deals with Slime Market stuff because people like BOb exist.

Martin befriends Thora easier than anyone else due to her kindly nature. Let's give the man a nice older lady figure in his life to be a mentor.

Jon become notably friendly with Viktor Humphries, and they collaborate often since Jon has Martin and his own interest in slime collection to help him.

Both find Mochi a bit like Melanie at first, but warm up to her when they start to learn more about her (both can relate to strained relationships w/parental figures, especially Martin).

Both find BOb complexing and typically try to keep conversations curt lol.

Obvs because I'm not replacing Beatrix, they do meet her and are pretty neutral to her. Nothing extraordinary and nothing unextraordinary since Beatrix is more a proxy for the player so I can't gauge much on how she'd be without our interference.

Ogden & Hobson are also a neutral relationship but that's just because I can't think on how either of them and Jmart would work lol.

Likely Queries

Fears When?: No Fears in the Slime Rancher universe because I say so. The Fears just don't have influence here anymore haha. That means Jonah Magnus stays deceased.

How is Jon not like, barely sane or whatever (referencing the 'how much of me is the Eye stuff')?: Well, they did merge/overwrite their Slime universe counterpart so like... e.

Does Jmart retain Fear powers?: No. Maybe. I'm not sure tbh I think if anything it'd be subtle things. EG: Jon being able to identify certain things changed in an area or have a better grip on understanding body language. EG2: Martin being less noticeable when he wants to be or just having a bit of cold resistance.

Why can't they move in together?: Because I doubt the 7Zee Corp would be able to find a buyer for either ranch too quickly, but I could be wrong. Idk I like the idea of them having space of their own separate from the other since those dudes need therapy and time to work on themselves.

Do they look like themselves or their alternates?: Alts with the exception of MAG 200 injuries. The Alts just look like their S1 selves lmao.

SlimeRancher!Sasha, SlimeRancher!Georgie & SlimeRancher!Tim? Yes. None would properly notice a difference in Jon because he's more just their Jon with some weird ass baggage attached. Martin would DEFINITELY be something they'd note as 'unusual' but ultimately set it down to 'omg he's matured so fast having to deal with Jon lolol'. Sasha and Tim would be fellow Ranchers on another area nearby and Georgie either stayed on Earth or is a Tarr Wrangler with SlRa!Melanie.

What about the other Magnus people? Not sure, defs think SlRa!Melanie would exist as a Tarr Wrangler w/Georgie. SlRa!Elias would likely be on Earth still and just living his Pre-Eye life lolol. Sl!Ra Gertrude should be a rancher elsewhere that's just died but other than that idk.

Do any other Slime Rancher alts get their other worlds memories? Maybe Georgie and Melanie but only via 'oh wow that was a funky dream haha' since they were in the Panopticon. Elias doesn't count towards this since there was no more Elias by the time of the series' beginning (source: MAG 193).

#tma #tma au #tma aus #slime rancher #slime rancher au #tma crossover #slime rancher crossover #The Magnus Ranchers #God help idk what the hell this AU would be called #dexter kronos/eye lady brainwaves #the eye lady has a mild obsession with Slime Rancher rn #there will be fanart of this at some point #late night writing brain is op #jonathan sims #jon sims #martin blackwood #tma jmart #jonmartin #but as slime ranchers :D

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thespectralkitsune · 1 year ago

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Curiousity overcomes me once more

Valiant followers, and random internet users, I must yet again pose a query.

Shipping in Pokémon, doth thou agree or disagree?

Note: I mean human with human. Or Pokémon with Pokémon. Nothing else.

#pokemon #Pokémon shipping #I’ve been wondering what people think on this subject.

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popthirdworld · 7 months ago

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Chapter 1: The Workshop

This is a Christmas story told in 25 parts – with one chapter released each day of December ‘til Christmas. Enjoy!

Santa’s Workshop was buzzing with activity. The elves were conducting a last-minute check on presents before placing them in the sack; the reindeer were flying freely above, darting in and out of windows, excited for the journey ahead of them; and Santa was going over his list one final time.

It was Christmas Eve night. The grandfather clock in the Workshop atrium would soon chime, marking when Santa was to mount the sleigh and begin delivering presents. One elf, Lolly, noticed that the ribbon on a particular gift did not quite match the wrapping paper. She headed to the Ribbon Room to replace it.

As the elf scurried past, Santa summoned the reindeer down from the ceiling. The time had come for them to be hitched to the sleigh. He was midway through tightening a decorative brass buckle on Prancer when he heard a strange pounding on the giant entrance doors.

THUD! THUD! THUD!

All heads turned in the direction of the booming noise. Who could that possibly be?

From the force of the final THUD! the heavy wooden doors flew off their hinges. They landed with a CRASH! at Santa’s feet. Whoever did this must be incredibly strong, Santa thought. Yet, the figure who walked in from the darkness outside appeared to be little more than five feet tall.

It was a businesswoman. The first thing noticed by Pip, the head elf in charge of dollhouse colour coordination, was how grey she looked. Her suit was grey. Her shoes were grey. Her hair was grey. Even the grumpy little dog in her arms was grey. The only colour on show was an ostentatious red jewel dangling from her necklace.

“Mr Claus?” she inquired in a clipped tone.

“Yes?” Santa replied warily.

“I’m Sable Krenshaw.”

She handed him a business card with her name and address on it. The card was grey.

“It’s a very busy night for me so I’ll make this brief”, she said while placing her phone on silent. “I want to purchase your Workshop.”

Several elves gasped.

“That’s ridiculous”, scoffed Mochi, an elf standing by the now-doorless entrance.

“Our Workshop is not for sale”, added another elf, Hazel.

Santa’s wife, Ana, stepped forward and queried, “What do you want with it?”

“Never mind that, Mrs Claus”, Sable replied dismissively. “I’ll give you a more than generous price for the property.”

She handed Santa a piece of paper with a number, containing many zeroes, written upon it.

“Hazel is right”, Santa stated firmly. “Our Workshop is not for sale.”

Santa passed the piece of paper back. Sable accepted it with a sigh.

“Very well”, she muttered. “Plan B.”

Sable lightly touched her fingers to the jewel on her necklace. It began to glow and, suddenly, the Workshop was flooded with bright red light and an icy chill.

When it dissipated, Santa could not believe his eyes. The elves, reindeer and his dear wife standing beside him were all frozen in place. Santa desperately shook Ana’s shoulder to try and coax her from the spell, but to no avail.

“What have you done?!” Santa bellowed at Sable, horrified.

“I’m far from done”, she replied matter-of-factly.

Sable snapped her fingers and Santa was violently hurled into the air with a glass-like bubble forming around him. It soon transformed into a globe with Santa frozen within it. As it descended to the floor, the orb shrunk smaller and smaller, ending up roughly the size of a grapefruit.

From the Ribbon Room, Lolly walked back in humming George Michael’s “Last Christmas”with a nice new bow on the present. The elf was admiring her handiwork when she spotted the businesswoman, holding her dog, in front of her.

“Oh, Merry Christmas!” Lolly said cheerily. “What a lovely pup.”

She then noticed the strange quiet that had overtaken the Workshop. Lolly eyed the doors lying on the ground, ripped off their hinges. She saw Ana, her fellow elves and the reindeer all standing like statues with aghast looks on their faces. Lolly then directed her attention to the odd-looking globe on the floor nearby emitting a slight glimmer. She realised that it had Santa, motionless, imprisoned inside. Lolly meekly returned her gaze to Sable, who glared back at her with a malicious scowl.

The elf thought quick. She threw the present in her hands directly at Sable’s head.

BAM!

It was a titanium steel mah-jong set, with marble tiles that flew everywhere upon collision. Sable toppled to the floor, haphazardly flinging her dog across the room in the process as he let out a high-pitched yelp. Lolly grabbed the globe and ran.

“After her, Puddles!” Sable screamed.

The dog got to his feet, gritted his teeth, and started chasing the petrified elf. He was running at a spectacular speed and growling with a ferocity completely unexpected from a dog so small.

Lolly ran into the Stuffing Station, clutching the globe tightly and shutting the door behind her. This did not stop Puddles. He smashed through the door, head first, showering the room in splinters and chunks of broken wood. Lolly’s mind was reeling as she weaved her way around plush toy rabbits, bears, lions and elephants to get away from the terrifying beast. She deduced that this woman, who somehow froze everyone in the Workshop, trapped Santa in a globe, ripped the giant entrance doors from their frame and magically endowed her tiny dog with super-strength, was no mere mortal.

The elf scrambled through the Tricycle Chamber, Crayon Emporium, Fancy Dress Wardrobe and Rocking Horse Ranch in an attempt to get away. Puddles tore through each of them right after her, leaving a frightful mess in his path.

Lolly was at a loss on how to escape the animal until she noticed the flight of stairs leading down to the “Dust Bin”. This was what the elves called the most magical room in the Workshop where vials of precious fairy dust were kept. She bolted down the stairs and began frantically scanning the shelves. Lolly was looking for a particular vial, but shovelled whichever ones she could into her hat as she searched. Elves’ hats have similar properties to Santa’s enchanted burlap sack. They might look small, but can carry a mountain of items.

Lolly finally found the vial she needed. She popped open the cork lid and sprinkled the magical dust over her and the globe, just as Puddles entered this enclosed underground space with a fearsome grunt. He ran towards Lolly as she, globe in arm, disappeared into thin air.

POOF!

The last things that Lolly heard before vanishing were the growls of Puddles launching himself in her direction and the chimes of the grandfather clock from the level above. These chimes usually meant that the time had come for Santa to take to the sky and deliver the gifts that Lolly and her friends had worked so hard preparing. They normally represented when everyone in the Workshop could finally relax and celebrate another Christmas over and a job well done. That would not be the case this year.

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countdown-til-sanders-take-over · 1 year ago

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mostly it was just about takeover and mochi (IM INSANE ABOUT THEM) but well you have also queried as to why god au beta is a little morally grey. and that's because it's so very desperate to survive that they will cling on to anything to use as a shield. it will dispose of anyone for the new strongest chance to continue living because it knows it is Alive By Accident- and continues to hold forbidden knowledge. and their newest shield has very specific motivations and is entirely alone other than it and knows they need to gain leverage in this world somehow. playing guard dog isn't that bad, right? surely years of being told you are nothing but a guard dog will not lesson your conviction that you are something more than a monster? sure, they can feel the uneasy truth between them that they don't really trust each other. they know it's secretly disgusted by them. it knows that it is just a means to an end to them. but no one else in this world shares this burden of forbidden knowledge the way that they do. no one else has seen their face and known them and lived, and no one else knows about the evil that lies sleeping in the clouds. so for now, let's pretend to trust each other. for now, let's survive together. after all, it's wisest not to bite the hand that feeds you, and it's wisest not to hit the dog that protects you.

Where does an attack dog end and a guard dog begin?

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propremiumshoecare · 1 year ago

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lovejoshua · 2 years ago

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This is my last ask because, not going to lie, I think all of you have enough information to out me because of how frequently I’m answering and exposing every layer of my interests. Maybe a bit too much honestly...

So let's play a game of scavenger hunt.

A person’s whole being is usually scattered among other people to adapt to their likes and taste. In order to piece it up, you have to make them work together.

All pieces of information are scattered within all 10 blogs. Connect them one by one. Search for every link one has on their navigation post as deep as it allows you. Search every other asks that someone has sent. Search answers of tag games because it is usually the most revealing. Though there might be clues on Discord, the ones in the 10-person group are not reliable. Check every nuance I wrote because all of them are there for a reason. Put certain keywords in on Tumblr and Discord search queries for a more accurate read. Check their Spotify account for their musical questions because it is telling. Check every other side blogs they have. Answers in the asks I've sent to you are either full truths or nearly full truths.

And last two hints: (1) What I ask/answered can also be traced to my work in progress or written fics (2) My anon name is related to one of my favourite indie musicians.

If you are stuck, create a Google Sheets to piece it up together. Who knows. I might even give all of you additional clues too

Good luck and I hope you like me more because of how much of a chameleon I am!

Answer this only if you are confident with your guess so I could tell you if you're right or not!

Bee logging out!

-🐝

it was nice speaking with you, mochi 🫱🏻‍🫲🏼

you are absolutely amazing

#ask #🐝 anon

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charnelhouse · 3 years ago

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Consider how soft Thor would be with his pregnant wife riding him. They’re face to face, his hand on her bump as they kiss and just feel each other 🥺

A/N: Thor x F!Reader. Pregnancy Smut. Fluff.

“I need pickles,” you whisper in Thor’s ear as he dozes on the couch.

He pops an eye open, his lips twitching into an amused smile. “Pickles, eh?”

“And cherries,” you add. “And that blue agave sriracha and mochi doughnuts and garden veggie cream cheese, but from that deli down the street.”

“Mmm okay,” he says as he tucks into the couch. “In a little bit. Stark had me out until dawn doing clean-up for that toxic sludge creature.”

He’s been shockingly busy between taking care of you, running errands for you, and then accepting all of your missions that Stark had assigned.

“She can’t be out of commission just yet, Legends of the Fall? She’s my best asset.”

“I suggest you forget about her assets because she’s on bed rest. She’s carrying my child.”

“Yes - yes, but she isn’t that far along!”

“One more word and I’ll throw Mjolnir through your garage.”

You were told to rest. The doctor simply didn’t know how your body would handle a half-Asgardian fetus. So far - you’d become a voracious eater. It was as if you were feasting for five and all of it seemed to go to your belly.

“Thor,” you murmur as you plop down on the couch. He feels you lean over him - your newly heavy breasts brushing over his chest - your breath puffing against his cheekbone. “Poor baby…did Stark overwork you?”

He peeks an eye at you - already attuned to your smell. There's something hot as honey caught in your essence - the velvet crush of your skin. It's life. It's him. You reek of him and that makes his lungs tight - his breathing uneven.

The pregnancy has also made you insatiable for sex. You’d loved fucking before, but it was as if something has twisted it up to eleven. He wasn’t complaining, but he was also exhausted and spread thin and -

“What are you doing?” he queries as your hand falls on his crotch - gripping him gingerly over his sweats.

“Hmm?”

“Is this a seduction, woman?” He teases you as he shifts under the pressure of your new body - his gaze raking over your full mouth. “Was this morning not enough for you?”

“No…I want to taste you,” you croon and gods help him his cock jumps against your palm. Something deep and gritty rumbles in his chest as you tug his sweats down - as you lick the head of his cock and then take him to the back of your throat.

“Fuck,” he rasps as his hips buck up beneath you. It’s too much with your eyes shining up at him, with that brilliant pregnancy glow that has only enhanced your beauty. You’re soft and full and so self-assured. Every night that he comes home, you look up at him like he hung the moon or the sun or splattered the stars across the sky.

He'd do it for you, of course. He'd do anything for you.

He tries to catch his breath as his hands grip the edge of cushion beneath him. His thighs tremble when you suction your mouth and flick your tongue. You swallow him deeper - the slick gurgle of your throat accepting him to the base.

“Good girl,” He grunts - head tipping back on the couch’s arm. His muscles strain as he keeps himself from fisting your hair and shoving himself to the hilt. “My gorgeous little wife.”

Suddenly, he doesn’t want to finish like this. He sits up - pushing you back so that you release him with a wet pop. You sweep your tongue over your lips, your eyes glinting at him expectedly.

"Needy," you taunt and he laughs.

"You're the most needy thing I have ever met," he returns as he clutches you. His voice is husky - a whisper that he hums against your skin as he noses at your throat and jaw. "So damn needy for me at all hours. Desperate to get my cock in you. Make the ache go away."

His words force a moan from your lips and he grins - delighted that's unnerved you.

"Let me make it better, my love," he continues as he slides his hand down between your thighs.

It takes nothing for him to strip you of your leggings - the oversized t-shirt. He sets you on his lap, his ass practically hanging off the edge of the couch so he can plant his feet and leverage his weight.

You wrap your arms around his neck and he smirks at you - indulgent and desperate and in love. He grasps his cock, lining it up and when you sink down on it, he gasps. You’re so fucking tight - hot and dripping wet. He’s gone down on you for hours and you taste sweeter - like sugar in milk.

“Ride me like this, my love,” he coaxes as you roll your hips forward. He meets you thrust for thrust - his strokes long and deep and inexorable. He drops his head to nip at your breasts, to suck marks into the sensitive flesh of your nipples. He slides his hand over your belly, thumb moving in soothing circles against the stretched skin. “Look at what you’ve given me,” He forces you closer, his eyes boring straight into yours until it seems like everything might just burst - explode into nothing - fall like confetti.

The thing was that it could. He’d be perfectly happy with just you and this apartment with its creaking wood floors and white bed. It could all go away except for you and he'd be content.

“You’re mine,” he declares - the bite of a growl underneath it as he fucks up into you. “You’re mine, yes?”

You nod urgently - cunt clamping down around his pulsing cock - fingertips digging into the nape of his neck beneath the curtain of his hair. “I feel you,” he says in a near-broken voice as he curls his thick arms around your waist and crushes you against his chest. He wants to pull you into him. He wants to feel the drumbeat thump of your heart. Your stomach is round and swollen between them and Thor realizes that he can also catch the flutter of a beat there - right up against his abdominals. The child. The baby he never thought he’d have with the life he had lived. “I can feel you,” he repeats as you cradle his jaw and kiss him fervently again and again until he cannot make out the difference in heartbeats and warm breath.

#thor odinson #thor odinson x reader #thor x reader #thor x female reader #thor imagine #thor odinson imagine #thor x ofc #thor

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mochiflxwerr · 8 months ago

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I love your art I'm going to have it printed on my tombstone

thank you please expect nothing of me

#i say faggot and reblog dragon age and thats it sorry #i appreciate everyones support but i am not an mcyt person at all so the people that have been following me are in for a very sad surprise #but also they shouldve read my pinned so womp womp #this isnt @ you poor asker i just wanted to share my thoughts i apologize #mochis queries

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seraphdreams · 2 years ago

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PART II — BLINDING LIGHTS.

“sin city’s cold and empty”

CONTAINS. fem!reader, fingering/cunnilingus, bimbo reader <3, haitanis being asses, squirting.

TODAY’S RACERS. senju kawaragi v. manjirou sano.

WORD COUNT. 1.9k.

LINKS. series masterlist — general masterlist.

Onto the second race—The most anticipated so far; tonight’s set of racers were tinkering with their bikes. Sounds of sonorous music from overhead speakers, the revving of engines, and a pleasant fuse of chattering were heard from the main gate. After the events of the first race, you accompanied Koko, helping him collect more money while sitting pretty on his lap. The others didn’t have to know that you were cockwarming him as well, it shouldn’t come as a surprise with the way you practically writhe in his hold.

The bets being placed seem to favor one side over the other which raises your query. “Haji, who’s racing this time?” He’s silent as if your words fell flat once they managed to leave your lips and you wait, hoping he’d respond in the next few seconds. Of course he doesn’t and you call out for him again. “Haji!” He’s finally snapped out of his money-induced focus, snake-like eyes locked onto yours. “Hm?”

You sigh, almost defeated before starting up. “I asked who was racing tonight. Don’t the bets seem a little unfair?”

He sets the money down onto the table behind you. “It’s a bet, of course it’s unfair.” He straightens his posture, lithe hands coming to rest at the plush fat of your hips. “We got an amateur up against Mikey. She’s stupid if she thinks she has a chance.”

“She?” You perk up, a bit more immersed in the topic at hand. “Who’s she?”

Koko’s eyes relax and his pupils narrow as if he’d grown annoyed. He goes back to counting the fat wad of cash, making sure the amount remains consistent. “Sanzu’s little sister.”

Before you had the chance to react, the blaring music stops and the announcer starts.

TEN MINUTES TO RACE 2.

Had you not heard Mochi’s voice on the speaker, you’d forget that you actually have a job to do. You hastily make your way off Kokonoi’s lap, attempting to not wince at the friction while patting your skirt back in place. “Gotta go, Haji! Put $1,000 from me to Senju, please!” You sing-song, trotting in Miu Miu heels on the way to the main road.

“I swear, that girl..” Koko mumbles under his breath, more affectionate than vexed, tucking himself back into his slacks and continuing with the task on hand, setting your specified amount into Senju’s pile.

The racers’ garage space was feeling tense compared to the previous race. Whereas Baji and Kazutora exchanged playful banter, there was silence between Mikey and Senju. Heel trotting filled the silence as you walked onto Mikey’s side of the garage. He really seemed to never want to let that CB250T go, instead having his “anii-ki”modify it once every few years.

“How’s it going, Boss?” Mikey’s kneeled against his bike, seemingly messing with the engine—or maybe it’s the gas? You weren’t too into motorized vehicles but you knew they looked nice. He looks up at you through strands of ivory white hair, his familiar emotionless glance. “It’s good.” He wasn’t much for conversation, especially with you, yet it wasn’t enough to get your spirits down. “Good luck with the race, i’m sure you’ll do great!”

For the first time that you’ve seen it, a hint of a smile quirks on his lips. He softly nods his head and continues to tinker around with the large piece of metal. You redirect yourself to Senju’s side, almost in awe at her setup.

“Senju!” You beam, taking in her appearance. She’d always been a gorgeous girl but seeing her in her tight black biker suit, cherry blossom embroidery around the ankles with the zipper showing an overflowing amount of her chest, you’re left speechless. “Hey, cutie.” She responds, wheeling her bike out of the garage. You get the incentive to follow her along, assuming she’s heading to the start line. “You look so pretty! Forget what the others say, I think you’re gonna win a hundred percent!”

Her eyes widen in adoration, matching your unshakable optimism. “I know I am! I’ll have those fuckers amazed.” You nod along with her, eyes flitting from her cleavage to back to her emerald orbs. She really did resemble her brother in every way. Soon after, Mikey also makes his way to the start line. It’s about two minutes to the race and you make sure to give each of them a kiss on the cheek before heading to your position in between them with your flags in hand.

Ran, Rindou, and Sanzu watch from above on one of the higher floors, looking down at the events taking place beneath them. “God, she’s cute.” Rindou groans, a glass of dark sake in his hand as his older brother hangs off his shoulder. “That’s your little sister, right, Haru?” Ran queries, finding the utmost entertainment in how Sanzu glowers at him.

“Maybe we should fuck her in the back of our car later, yeah? What do you think, Rinnie?”

Rindou takes a quick glance at Sanzu before looking at his brother. “I think that’s a great idea.”

Sanzu’s quick to find somewhere else to watch the race, ticked off at their usual Haitani antics. “You both disgust me.” He growls out, pouring himself a glass of Whiskey. “Love you too.” Ran throws over his shoulder.

FIVE, FOUR, THREE, TWO, ONE!

The racers take off on the track as soon as your checkered flag grazes against the pavement. There was no denying the excitement welled up inside you as you watched the race go on. It seemed like a close match all the way up until the end where Senju pulled her speed out of nowhere, being the first at the finish line despite her lack of racing experience.

She hops off her bike, taking her helmet off and tussling her hair back in place, the widest grin on her face. “Congratulations, Sen! I told you, you’d win for sure!” You hand her the gold trophy with another peck to her cheek. Mikey comes in soon after, looking at the scene in disbelief.

“Guess I lucked out, Invincible Mikey.” Senju taunts at her opponent, nonchalantly waving her trophy around in one hand.

After her bout of throwing jeers at Mikey, you begin to speak again. “Why don’t we celebrate a little in your room?” You suggest. With the quirk of her brow, she knew exactly what you were suggesting, wrapping her arm around your waist and leading you up the steps. “Why don’t we?”

Following her to her suite took less than an ample amount of time, the two of you dexterously sifting through the crowd of people awaiting the next race. Once you got to her room, she sits at the edge of the bed, slowly unzipping the one piece as if she had planned on teasing you.

You watch as her breasts spill from out of their tight confines, pert nipples hardened and slightly lacquered in sweat. “No bra, Sen? Bold girl.” The last words come out as a softer whisper while you make your way between her thighs, kneeling. “Just thought it’d be more comfy.”

Once the zipper reaches its stop at her lower abdomen, she’s slipping out of her outfit, discarding the garment off to the side and leaving herself in nothing but pink lacy panties. The damp spot of her slick is visible through her panties from where you kneel, eyes locked on how she throbs even without touch. Little by little, you pull her thong down until it ruffles at her ankles, slipping them off completely and tossing them to the side. She’s wet, puffy folds covered in essence and clit twitching ever so slightly; as if it’d been awaiting you.

Carefully, you delve your tongue into her core, keeping it still for a short moment until you begin to use the muscle to aid in her pleasure. “A-ah!” Docile whimpers fall from her lips at the initial sensation and her hands grasp at her chest, kneading the flesh as if it’d give her leverage in some way. It was cute how quickly she reigned flustered. The light dusting of pink across her cheeks complimenting her angel-like features in the best way. On behalf of her tomboy-esque facade, she was quite the pillow princess.

Her little cunt tightens around your tongue, a slow rocking rhythm building up within her body as she throws her head back. The rising and falling of her chest in tandem with those cute fucking whimpers has one hand dipping underneath your pleated skirt, middle finger lightly rubbing your clit. “Please—Please don’t stop..” She rasps, light and airy voice coated with desperation. You opt to replace your tongue with your fingers, stuffing two of your digits inside her hole while your tongue flicks at her clit.

Louder and louder, her moaning gets, as if she shredded her sense of shame and gave into the temptation of pleasure. You switch between licking to sucking on the sensitive numb, watching how she grows dumber and dumber from each touch. The fingers on your clit work faster and so do the digits pumping in and out of Senju.

You might as well have been making out with her pussy the way you sloppily sucked and licked at her clit and folds. There’s no doubt she’s close when you feel her core tighten around your fingers. “G-Gonna make a, fuck, big mess..” She whines through soft mewling. Your fingers work at lightning speed to inch her closer to sweet release, your own orgasm building within you.

You watch her abdomen flex and relax repeatedly as if a surge shot through her, the warm sensation of liquid orgasm dripping from your fingers and down her thighs. You drink in all she has to offer, continuing to lick at her clit, reveling in the way her pussy spurts more and more essence in her aftershocks. You moan against her heat, feeling your own release just seconds away.

Before you could even react, your body is convulsing and cunt creaming all over your fingers. You were rather sensitive from previous activities which heightened the intensity of your orgasm, sonorous cries leaving your lips.

The two of you take a haste moment to collect your breathing, slowly peeling away from each other. “Sen, you’re so pretty when you squirt.” You compliment as you slide into her lap. She leans back amongst the sheets naturally, strands of soft pink haired splayed across the fabric. “‘S real embarrassing.” Her response comes out in the form of a light chuckle, quickly getting silenced by your cum-slicken fingers pressed to her lips. Instinctively, she wraps her lips around the digits, closing her eyes and moaning at the saccharine taste of you. When you pull your fingers away, you make sure to give her a salacious kiss to her lips.

The kiss grows deeper until you’re quickly pulled aback by firm knocks to the door.

“Next race starts soon.” The voice from the other side says. You come to recognize it instantly as Mikey from his monotonous airing. You hop off Senju’s lap, attempting to clothe her with one of the blankets on the bed before heading to the door.

“What a sore loser.” She states as you walk off, and just before opening the door, you reply.

“I know, right?”

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simdertalia · 11 months ago

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🌺🎍 ACNH Harmonious Set: Part 2 🎍🌺

💗 Sims 4, Base game compatible besides 2 items (ourdoor retreat & get together for hearth & dance floor). 55 items. Many extra swatches added by me. Items with only 1 swatch are not pictured in the swatch previews.

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bonnymori · 2 years ago

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Captain's food rolls

A/N: This is me trying out writing again, seeing the scene where Kid and Luffy eat a bunch of mochi in Udon gave me an idea. This work feels very goofy for me lol, this whole post is silly, including the pics, I think I'm gonna use this format for now

Word count: 1,3k

Contents/Warnings: Silliness ahead, two lovers being silly. Next up is a law draft ig, either law or killer or heat

The sand under your boots is a comforting contrast from the crass waves of the sea, rumbling and coming near your feet - but not reaching quite yet.

It's unusual, but today is a great day, after a great battle against many marine ships, that you honestly wouldn't dare count, the Kidd pirates share a feast and drinks in a pacific island (even though Kidd scored the secluded place with no 'pacific' methods).

What is unusual, you would ask? Well, normally on the day-to-day of the Kidd pirates, meals are fulfilling, but not so much as to be bloated after eating. Of course, the massacre soldier – and crew's chef – Killer goes great lengths to make sure every member eats well and has a chance of asking for more, but still, in the sea you can ever eat so much, food needs to be watched so the ship doesn't run out again.

In a banquet, though, it's highly different.

The other pirates were kind – terrified – enough to make the beach look very presentable, placing up lighting upon the coconut trees and laying out tables for your friends to enjoy. It looks like some sort of luau, an illuminated beach next to the pitch black ocean, with lots of barbecued meat and endless pitchers of beer. The crew is scattered over the place, most of them are still eating, a few went down the city to find a pretty face to sleep with, and some of them who've had enough of eating are busy playing cards, such as Heat and Wire – you can always observe how they finish eating together, and go kill time together, it's a heartwarming friendship (or more?) between pirates, very similar to the captain and his right hand man.

Speaking of which, during these celebrations, the captain's table is always at the center, a big round table where he can lay down plates and food to scarf down as the night goes on. You observe the captain, aka your lover, fill his belly with delicious meat and booze, a small smile forming on your lips as you know what to expect when the party ends.

It's when something unusual happens, and you can't help but feel giddy.

"Your social energy has ended already, Y/N?" A pair of crewmates join your table, more specifically Hip and Emma, who also seem to huddle together whether to dance or eat during the feasts.

"I guess yes, you always come to a more far away table when you get tired of partying around." Emma answers Hip's query herself, bringing her beer mug to toast with yours, which differently than hers, is almost empty. She observes the small grin plastered on your face and chuckles, "I bet you were looking at the captain just now."

"My, you caught me red-handed." They both giggle at your comment, and you prop your chin on your hand, thinking of a good response, "You know I can't help it, he always looks pretty cute and round after eating so much."

"Yeah, when that happens he can't be rough around the edges anymore, afterall he won't have any edges!" Hip exclaims then covers her mouth to laugh, pulling Emma with her to Wire's table, "We're gonna gamble too, see you Y/N!"

You wave bye-bye to the duo, they are so very sweet.

As they walk away, you glance yet again at your beloved Kidd only to see that he has given up eating to chug on a few pitches of beer, excitedly talking to Killer in the process. Since you don't like approaching while he's eating – it's so messy he's akin to a piggy – you decide to go see him now, just because you'd like to kiss him bye-bye before you retire to the ship.

He doesn't seem to notice when you appear, planting a kiss on his goggles-free forehead, "Hi Kiddo, having fun so far?"

"Heck yes babe, I'm stuffed, and not even done yet." The redhead doesn't even mind the affection, too buzzed and full to protest. You look down, and it looks like he's already displaying a little belly.

You gasp lightly when his arm loops around your waist, your own arms embracing his shoulders and bringing his head closer to give him another kiss, this time in the top of his head – which he happily leans into, after all his hair is a soft spot.

To think about it, from this angle above, his hair really looks like a tulip.

He seems to indulge in your kisses, the alcohol making him loose to public displays of affection.

"Okay okay," You say while pulling him off from you, his arm is bulky but he's weaker from the beer, "I came to tell you I'm heading to the ship to take a short nap. See you later lov."

His eyes blink open, staring at you for a short moment where he lets you go with a 'okey' – you think he got the memo just fine.

Your trek to the ship is quickened by your jumpy strut.

Nap well taken, you've decided to wait for your lover on the deck, knowing very well most of the crew must be passed out on the beach, whether it be the sand or upon the tables or chairs, some would even sleep over the grill so as not to lay on the ground – you can think of a few that would be laying on the tables as well. The point is, nobody really could bother you both at this moment.

Oh lawd he's coming, is your first thought, spotting a big red dot far from the ship, walking with no difficulty yet swaying nonetheless, you just know Kidd is going to have a killer hangover tomorrow.

It's unusual, only happening during the days he feels famished enough to eat for three people in one sitting, his tough muscles disappearing under the new gained weight, how he does it, you cannot know.

But every time you think, he looks so cute.

Your big, angry boyfriend now turned into a big, round boyfriend climbs the plank ladder that leads up on the deck, stopping only once he is a few steps away from you.

There, he flops on the floor, sitting as he looks at you expectantly, knowing damn well that you like his softness when he's chubby like this.

"It's fucking weird the fact you think I look… nice like this." Eustass is the first to break the silence, avoiding the word 'cute' as he huffs at you. It seems his angry act is back, now that he might be a little sober.

Kid groans at your giggle of amusement.

"You look so squishy and soft, I can't help but love your rolls." You walk over to him and make yourself comfortable at his side, resting your head on him but not your weight, or else gastric reflux could a bitch about it at any moment.

He rolls his eyes and looks away with a small blush, his arm looping over your waist much like in the party – at this point, this action feels so familiar to you, you can almost feel it when it comes next. "Satisfied?"

"Very much." You chuckle at him, and silently, sneak your hand up to squeeze one of his chubs.

The big red lets out a yelp caused by the unexpected action, glaring angrily at you. "Hey!"

Even though his tough act, on the inside, Kidd was actually happy to receive free affection, being the selfish bastard he is. At the same time, he couldn't be more relieved, knowing that you could have reacted the opposite of this, and thankfully, you had not. And he loved you for it. But of course, he'd never say that even in a million years.

Eventually, the both of you stilled, the playful bicker coming to an end as the sea waves filled in the silence.

Now there are only two lovers, sleeping soundly side to side.

And content smiles on their faces.

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katsukisbimbo · 5 years ago

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Then and Now | one

✯pairing: ryōmen sukuna x reader x gojo satoru

✯summary: where gojo’s best friend is the reincarnation of sukuna’s former lover.

✯wordcount: 4.3k+

✯warning: fem! reader, she/her pronouns, swearing

✯note: omg i’ve literally been sitting on this for 3 weeks but here it is!!! i’ve fallen down a jjk hole and i don’t think i can ever get up

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part two

“Satoru! Where’s Megumi? You said he’d be here? Something about looking for a special grade?” you bounced around, grasping his arm and shaking it along with you. You loved annoying him. The two of you had always been close. As a child, Gojo was still as bright and cocky as he was today, he had many proclamations of being your protector. Though, as you two aged, you learned how to protect yourself, becoming a jujutsu sorcerer whilst staying by his side. Of course, you were nowhere as talented as Gojo, but you never let that stop you, and he never used that fact against you.

You were still high in the rankings, a grade 1 to be exact, and you worked hard to get there. Not because you wanted to catch up with Gojo, but because you wanted to make him proud. He was the only one who had supported you through it all. Your parents weren’t much help, but Gojo was there for you when your world was crashing down, when you had broken into pieces he would be the one to put you back together.

Always.

There had never been a time where you had doubted Gojo. Until, maybe now.

“I dunno, I got souvenirs!! Kikufuku Mochi! They’re really good! You gotta eat some with me!” his mouth quirked up into a boyish grin. Gojo never lost his childishness and that was something you had always admired, even if his personality constantly irked you during your tween years. Nonetheless, you both stay loyal to one another.

You couldn’t help but smile at him.

“Why’re ya smiling like a weirdo? You got a crush on me or somethin’? He teased, using his free hand to boop the fluff of your cheek with his pointer finger. He never failed to ruin the moment. Typical Gojo. You sighed, running a hand over your face. “Shut up Gojo, let's go find Megumi before something bad happens to the kid.” you huffed, earning a laugh from your companion.

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“You didn’t tell me the cursed object was Ryomen Sukuna’s finger.”

“You never asked.”

“You little-”

“What’s the situation?” he suddenly spoke, cutting you off whilst catching the attention of both Megumi and the strawberry haired male. You knew in an instance that this male was the vessel of Ryomen Sukuna. He emitted the curse energy of Sukuna himself. You always felt a connection to Sukuna and had helped find several clues and his fingers, resulting in the higher-ups permanently putting you on this case.

“Gojo-sensei! Why are you here?” Megumi exclaimed, his eyes soon darted to your figure right beside Gojo. “Y/n-sensei too?” he gaped. It was obvious that both you and his mentor were close, though, lately, it felt like there was something deeper going on between both of you.

“Hey! How are you Megumi?” you chimed, approaching his wounded figure. “I don’t think he’s good Y/n. He’s all beat up!” he responded, fishing his cell phone out of his pocket. “I should show the second-years!”. He laughed as he snapped a few embarrassing pictures to send to his other students, causing Megumi to turn and hide his shame, along with his injuries.

“The higher-ups wouldn't shut up with a special-grade cursed object missing, so I stopped by while doing some sightseeing.” he huffed, knowing Gojo, he rolled his eyes. You did understand his dislike for the higher-ups. They tended to be more traditional and strict with their ways, while Gojo was...not. Of course, you would always stand by Gojo, even if it meant going up against your superiors. It was all or nothing with him.

“Then Y/n showed up! I don’t even know where she came from!” he loudly exclaimed, as if he wasn’t that skilled to the point where he could sense you the moment you step into the vicinity. You rolled your eyes, whilst the two boys sweatdropped. “So, did you find it?” he queried, staring directly at his student.

“Um… Sorry, but I ate it” the strawberry-haired male awkwardly chimed in.

A pause.

“For real?”

“For real.” the two replied in unison.

Gojo moved to observe him, leaning in close to his face. His chin propped onto his right hand in contemplation, a little pout forming onto his lips. He leaned in close with a laugh before pulling away from the male. Sometimes Gojo forgot that boundaries existed. The thought made you sigh, your mind suddenly recalling the time Gojo had tried to convince you to take a bath with him while still being in the tub, the bubbles barely covering what they needed to cover. Of course, Gojo enjoyed teasing you, along with being able to see your cute flustered face. You were pulled out of your daydream as he suddenly spoke, not realizing that you had completely missed their conversation.

“Then give us ten seconds. Once ten seconds are up, come back to us.” Gojo demanded as he stretched. You stretched your hand out towards him, taking his souvenir to protect it. You knew Gojo was craving to fight Sukuna. You could feel it. You were aware that he was stronger since he had only ingested one of twenty cursed fingers of Sukuna, but that still did not ease your anxiety.

Megumi, knowing how much of an overthinker you are, gently grasped your hand hanging on your side, lightly squeezing it in reassurance, as if to say ‘He’ll be okay, he’s the strongest.” You proceeded to nod at him and return the gesture. You pulled out a clean handkerchief, moving to slowly wipe the blood away from his face, aware of the fact that it would take some time to get him the proper medical attention he needs.

“But…”

“Don’t worry, I’m the strongest.” he cheekily responded. That eased your anxiety even more. You rolled your eyes once more at his cockiness. A small part of you hoped that Gojo would be graced with the opportunity to get his ass kicked, but a bigger part of you was aware of how strong Gojo was, and knew how quickly he would be able to defeat Sukuna’s vessel.

You slowly sat beside Megumi, straightening the short length of your skirt while stretching your legs. You had a love-hate relationship with your jujutsu uniform, love because you looked amazing in it, and hate because a certain someone made your skirt length a tad bit too short. Of course, you wore shorts underneath, but it was still irrational to force all of the females to wear something as revealing as a skirt.

Technically, it wasn’t mandatory for you to wear the uniform but Gojo insisted as it would raise “morale”.

As Gojo continued to ramble on, a dark figure was already ascending, aiming for Gojo himself.

“Behind you!” yelled Megumi, frantically reaching for your hand to pull you away but you just brushed him off, patting his knee to reassure him. “Don’t worry Megumi, I got you, just let Gojo have his fun.” he slowly nodded, still listening to his mentor ramble about mochi.

In a split second, Gojo was sitting atop of Sukuna, whilst Sukuna was crouched between your thighs, his arms on either side of your legs, the skin of your thighs barely brushing against his forearms. You laughed at his incredulous expression before raising a hand to pat his cheek and mockingly pouting before blowing him a kiss. Leaving him stunned, he quickly snapped out of his daydream before continuing to attack Gojo.

___

Your eyes fluttered open, the bed of flowers soft underneath your fingertips. You glanced around, hoping to find something, someone, anything familiar within the vicinity. Panic engulfed you, bile steadily rising in your throat. Tears began to gather in your eyes. Being in unfamiliar places had always given you a large amount of anxiety, especially since you’d just been sitting beside your pupil while watching your best friend fight the king of curses.

“What are you doing just sitting there dumbass?” a gruff voice called from behind you. You whipped your head back, hoping to find someone you know, but no such luck. The person behind you was quite intimidating. They emitted straight power and confidence. Unable to say anything, you stood there gaping at the stranger.

“What? Why’re you staring at me Y/n? You like me that much?” he teased, stepping closer to your figure to brush the stray leaves that had fallen onto your head. Even if he was a stranger, you felt no need to flinch or run away from him. The air around him had a sense of familiarity. As if he were a warm blanket amidst a harsh winter. You wanted to wrap yourself in him, feel him and his warmth. His love.

“Come on, let’s go princess. I don’t need you getting sick ‘cuz you were being a dumbass.” he sighed, wrapping his arm around your waist before pressing a kiss on your forehead.

At that moment, everything had faded away, leaving you with nothing but butterflies and the tingling sensation left on your forehead from his loving kiss.

___

You glanced at your shocked pupil. His eyes are wide with his mouth agape. “Y/n-sensei… Have you finally lost it? Y-You just patted Sukuna’s cheek!” he loudly exclaimed, throwing his arms up in the air. You laughed before avoiding his gaze, concealing the visible traces of shock etched on your face with a smile.

That vision. You have never had something of that sort ever occur in your lifetime. Your mind was completely muddled. Barely registering the next words that leave Gojo’s mouth.

“Both my student and my future girlfriend are watching, so I’m going to show off a little,” he smirked, leaning back onto Sukuna. They continued to fight, not that you were paying attention. You felt Gojo’s stare land on you a couple of times, yet your mind was still occupied with what you had seen.

You suddenly shot up, carrying Megumi as Sukuna’s vessel came skidding towards the both of you. You ran behind Gojo, knowing that it would be safer for Megumi. You sighed once more before sitting Megumi down. Dusting your skirt, you dug into Gojo’s bag of treats before munching on a piece of mochi.

“You jujutsu sorcerers are always trouble, no matter what era!” Sukuna growled, pointedly staring at you as he launched another attack at Gojo. “Though that doesn’t mean much to me.” he continued smugly before his eyes widened, seeing as the three of you had come out fully unscathed.

Megumi sighed as Gojo continued to count down, Sukuna’s vessel returning to his body once more after ten seconds, just as Gojo had instructed him to do so. You droned out for the rest of the conversation, lost in your thoughts on who the male could be. It couldn't be Gojo, the male's voice had a gruffness that Gojo didn’t have.

“You can really control it.” Gojo mused, stepping towards him.

“He’s kind of annoying though, I can hear his voice. He keeps mentioning this girl. Her name is Y/n I think? He keeps cursing her out! Saying things like ‘After almost a millennia she shows up!’ and ‘I’m never forgiving her, no matter how pretty she looks in that skirt.’ and--” he paused, scratching the back of his head. “He just swore at me for exposing him.”

Both Gojo and Megumi turned to you, eyebrows raised in curiosity. You froze. You weren’t sure of what these two wanted to hear, as you are just as clueless to the situation as they are. Contemplating how to answer, you ended up shrugging your shoulders, stuffing your face with even more mochi, resulting in Gojo sighing before knocking out and carrying the male.

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You sighed, throwing yourself onto your bed before glancing at the cursed object currently on the palm of your hand. Sukuna’s severed finger was long while his nails were sharp. You traced the skin of the fingers, your curiosity getting the best of you. You studied his fingers from time to time but never got tired of looking at them, feeling the immense power it held.

“Why are you still up?”

“Fuck you Satoru. I hate it when you sneak up on me like that you bastard,” you grumbled, shoving your face even further into your pillows to avoid seeing his cheeky smile that you adored. “Aw. You’re so mean to me,” he fake pouted. “I just wanna be… appreciated,” he yelled in tiny, quoting that one lady.

“Come here. Take off your jacket and go change into proper nightclothes, assuming you’re staying the night again.” rolling your eyes. Satoru had made a habit of sleeping in your room, leaving his quarters almost always vacant. He basically lived with you! Even when both of you would see each other almost every day! Excluding the days when you are both on missions.

He smiled before rummaging through your drawers and silently made his way into the bathroom, shutting the door with a soft ‘click’”

When he came back, you were already fast asleep. Your fluffy sheets enveloping your whole figure, making you look so small in the mess of sheets you peacefully laid in. So beautifully peaceful. He smiled, leaning down to give your forehead a small peck, then situating himself beside your figure and pulling your body into his arms, knowing how well you slept when you were held.

___

You inwardly groaned, feeling as if your head was about to be split into two. You looked around, stuck in an unfamiliar place once more. This time, it was real life. You could feel it. You were able to control all your actions unlike during the first occurrence. Meaning that the vision you experienced may have been a memory, maybe from your past life.

This place had a menacing aura, a silent force pushing you to bend to its will. You knew better. Being an experienced sorcerer yourself. You grasped the holsters located under your skirt, silently clutching the pair of your guns before walking forward. You were able to enclose your cursed energy into your guns, shooting them out whenever and however you pleased.

“Nice guns. I remember when you didn’t use any weapons at all. Only using your cursed energy to fight. You were a much better fighter back then.” a voice drawled, a shiver going up your spine. You whipped around, eyes widening at the King of Curses sitting on his rightful throne. “What are you talking about Ryomen Sukuna?” you growled, clicking the safety off of your weapons.

“So formal. You used to call me Su-chan, you know?” he smirked, greedily enjoying your facial expressions. “That was then. Before you fucked me over,” he growled, his face contorting into anger. “You don’t remember what you did to me. Do you? You’re selfish. Then and now. You’re so fucking selfish. Get out before I lose my patience with you.” he growled, fists balling.

Your jaw dropped in shock. You didn’t expect his personality to flip so quickly.

“Fuck you, man. I don’t even know you. You don’t even know me like that. Stop acting like you do! What do you mean ‘back then’? You’re swearing at me without even telling me what I did!” one step. “You’re a bitch!” two steps. “You’re a pussy!” three steps. “Fuck you!” you were running now. “You’re a fucking dick! Suck my dick!” you spat right in front of his face, leaving him stunned. Who was crazy enough to curse out the literal King of Curses?

One, in his domain. Two, when he’s no less than a foot away. And three, to his actual face. Only an absolute mad person. It was a fitting description. You angrily peeked at his expression. Waiting for him to obliterate you. His hooded expression is dark. You stilled, unsure of what to do. He… He wasn’t moving nor speaking. Could you just leave? You weren’t even aware of where you are or how you even got here.

“Hey... Are you okay? You haven’t moved in a while. I’m sorry for swearing at you, but you kinda deserved it, not gonna lie.” scratching your head. You continued to stand awkwardly, hoping that he would just stop tormenting you with the silence.

“He-Ah!” you screeched as you were pulled into his lap. His arms wrapping around your waist to constrict you from moving, his hands entwining behind your back. You positioned one of your pistols beneath his chin, forcing him to meet your gaze. He smirked, placing a kiss on the barrel of your gun, further flustering you, warmth spreading to your cheeks.

“You still don’t know how to listen. After a thousand years.” he chuckled. “You’re still the same. Disregarding my anger, even though you’re aware of what I’m capable of.” he softly smiled. An unfamiliar sight. “You never liked listening to me in the first place did you?” he queried, tilting his head up to face you. The grip on your gun faltering. You leaned into him, your weapons falling down your side, clattering down the floor. Sukuna licked his lips.

You moved to kiss him. Your arms wrapping around his neck and pulling him closer to you, your lips fully pressing against his. The feeling of his lips hot and familiar on yours. You moved to clutch his hair, wanting to pull him into you, only for your world to break apart, plunging you into darkness.

___

You jolted awake, flying off of your bed and into the bathroom. Startling Gojo in the process. You splashed water onto your face in hopes of somehow calming your heart down. You remembered your dream vividly. Heavy footsteps made their way to you. You turned to face Satoru, tearing stinging your eyes as he automatically opened his arms and pulled you in.

“What’s wrong kiddo?” he cooed, pressing soft kisses onto your forehead. ‘Kiddo’ had been a childhood nickname bestowed upon you by your childhood friend himself. Seeing as you were younger than him. You clutched him tighter, wanting to feel him surround your whole body.

“I don’t know bunny. I just don’t know anymore.” you continued to sob whilst Satoru continued to hold you, his concern evident through the crease of his eyebrows, his bright cerulean eyes piercing through you. You didn’t understand what you were going through. Were you upset because of your affiliation to Sukuna? Were you upset because of the kiss? How were you going to tell Satoru about the kiss?

“You don’t have to tell me what’s going on. Even though I might already know. But, just try to calm down okay? Can you take deep breaths for me kiddo? Come on, you got this. You’re a good girl. In. Out. Yeah, that’s it baby.” he continued to comfort you, the sound of his voice soothing all your negative feelings and thoughts.

After another ten minutes of standing in the bathroom wrapped in his arms, your cries have finally ceased, your soft sniffles and puffy red eyes the only proof of your sadness. “Come on kiddo, wash your face for me. It’ll fix the puffiness.” rubbing your arms before making his way out of the bathroom, giving you time to gather yourself.

Your mind drifted back to Sukuna. Your fingertips unconsciously drifting to your lips, the kiss plaguing your mind. He had spoken quite a bit about how you never listened. Very accurate but how would he have known? It wasn’t as if he knew you. The possibility of knowing Sukuna in one of your past lives was close to impossible. He must be playing tricks with you, trying to bend you to his will. You may have had a moment of weakness last night, but it was going to be the first and the last time you let yourself go in front of him.

___

“Eat my ass Satoru!”

“Well, I’ve been trying for years bu-” he yelped, clutching the arm that you mercilessly attacked. He had a nasty habit of making too many sexual jokes. Of course, you weren’t going to deny the fact that you’ve shared similar thoughts, but you would rather jump out of a moving car than admit it to your best friend. Knowing him, his ego would triple and nobody had the time or patience for that.

“You are so mean!” he pouted.

“I am not! You’re just a little piss baby.”

“I’m filing for a divorce. I can’t tolerate this slander anymore.” he huffed, walking away after absolutely destroying him in Mario Kart. His pride took a hit. He had taught you that game! You couldn't be that much better than him, the screen displaying fifth place while you came second. You giggled as you followed him, clinging onto his arm as you peeked at his sour expression.

“Don’t be a sore loser Satoru. It’s not cute.” you chastised. Pointing your index finger at him, resulting in him playfully biting at you. “So what I’m hearing is, I’m cute the rest of the time.” he flirted, lowering his sunglasses to wink at your steadily heating face.

“Sure, but we both know who’s the cutest.”

“Of course you’re the cutest kiddo.”

“I was talking about Nanami, but sure. That’s good too.”

His jaw dropped. Did you find Nanami cuter than him? The Gojo Satoru? He was visibly stressing, running a hand through his soft snowy locks before letting out an exasperated sigh. “Fine. You’re not cute. You can go play with Nanami. I don’t like you anymore.” he pouted once more, shaking you off of him. “Noo-” you tightened your hold on him, pulling him to the exit of the arcade. “Let’s go get ramen. My treat since you’re so cute.” You teased.

You smiled at him before facing forward, missing the way Satoru’s lips parted in awe, a light blush dusting his soft pale cheeks. His wide eyes are full of love hidden behind the lens of his sunglasses. He turned away from you, placing his vacant hand on his chest, a futile attempt at calming down his racing heart.

“Okay.”

___

“Oh. You’re back.” he deadpanned, eyes boring into your figure. The setting was different today. Instead of being in what you had assumed what his domain looked like, you were sitting beside him on the engawa of a quaint traditional Japanese home. You scowled, furrowing your eyebrows as you scowled at the nonchalant male.

You lunged at him, hoping to pin him down to press for answers. Not realizing that your attire had also changed, tripping on the length of your floral patterned yukata, resulting in you landing on top of Sukuna himself. His eyebrows almost flying up to his hairline.

You peeked at him. His hair dishevelled, a rosy blush adorning his cheeks. Your eyes trailed lower, unable to look him in the eyes. A mistake on your part. His white yukata had slightly unravelled, exposing his tan, golden chest to your wandering eyes. Your mouth is drying up at the sight. Unconsciously licking your lips.

His shocked expression replaced with his usual smirks, his fangs making an appearance. “Didn’t know that you wanted it that bad, princess. What’s wrong? Your little friend isn't enough for you?” he sneered, gripping your waist with his hands, his razor-sharp nails slightly digging into your sides, causing you to squirm uncomfortably.

“What is your problem you freak?” you growled, fisting the fabric of his clothes.

“Me? I’m not doing shit babe. It’s you who has a problem.” he scoffed, sitting up, inching his face close to yours. Your noses lightly bump into each other as you felt your cheeks heat at the contact.

“Why so shy princess? I remember when you used to make me eat my words. You were so cute back then. Thinking that you owned me, thinking that you were in charge of me. Learn where you stand. You are nothing to me”

Lies continued to spew out of his mouth like vomit. He knew he was lying. He knew that you had him wrapped around your finger that moment he saw your face once more. The anger of the past dissipated. Only you left. It wasn’t his fault. You were his only love and you left him. Well, that's how he saw it.

The pain of losing his love had left an ever-present scar on his nonexistent heart. You had been the only person to ever stay by his side, no matter how much he tried to push you away, to insult you, make you hate him. To no avail, you bulldozed your way into his life and his heart.

“Stop lying to me. I know you’re lying. I can feel you lying Sukuna. I-I don’t know how to explain it...but I just know. I don’t know you, but you feel so familiar. Your habits, your personality. I keep getting flashbacks, or memories. I’m not sure. Though, I do know that they aren’t mine. At least… not in this life…” you trailed off, avoiding his piercing gaze. “But I know that the guy in those visions are you. It just… feels like you. Your warmth, your words, your voice…even your touch” you gently placed your forehead against his, closing your eyes for no sole reason. Only wanting to feel his energy. Feel him.

He sighed.

“Still the same as ever, princess. Always find your way into my heart” he heartily chuckled before continuing, placing the warm palm of his hand against your cheek. Your eyes flutter open at the contact. “I’ll explain since you asked so nicely” he winked, patting your cheek almost mockingly, reminding you of the time you once did the same. Heat rose to your cheeks.

“So…” he started.

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What.

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What was going on?

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You saw his mouth moving though no words escaped. You tilted your head in confusion, causing him to pause before cupping your cheeks.

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No words were heard. You were even unable to hear your cries.

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“I’m sorry.”

Then black.

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