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beomiracles · 3 months

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OMGOSHH hiii Serene my goddess

i would like to build a dreammmmm (hello you are so adorable)

so i have an idea

its a historical (or modern if youd prefer) fantasy au (w any member u deem suitable)

where reader is a fox spirit who fell in love w member who rescued her while she got injured and trapped in her animal form

member and reader spend some domestic time tgt and eventually reader recovers and reveals her true form and is worried member would be afraid of her

initially he is but things happen and he ends up falling for her too?? and they get tgt !!

(i like things steamy)

thank you for taking the time to read this :))

500 BASH SPECIAL

#serene adds ✎... omg ily like ;( when I first read this I IMMEDIATELY thought, yeonjun. (maybe it has to do with the reader being a fox idk. but it feels right to have this fic about him) I'm also super into this whole idea but I've never written for a supernatural reader before so idk how good it is on that front heh..! hope you'll still enjoy :3

wc -> 1.8k

pairings yeonjun x fox spirit!reader (afab) warnings very slight dom/sub dynamics, sub!yeonjun, soft!dom reader, handjob/blowjob, hints at further sexual themes.

It had been, three? Maybe four weeks? You could hardly keep track of time as the room you had been staying in lacked any sort of time teller, and it wasn’t exactly like your rescuer was about to sit down and inform a fox of the time. You couldn’t blame him, he had already done so much for you, from taking you in and providing both shelter and food �� it was more than you could have ever asked for.

You had grown accustomed to the company of the human man, strangely enough. Foxes were known to be distrustful of said species yet you found yourself feeling warm and fuzzy inside whenever he was around, which was almost all the time as he returned to check up on you multiple times throughout the day.

But by now, your body had recovered enough for you to finally be able to comfortably shift back into a more presentable form. Your only worry was the human’s reaction, you scolded yourself for taking his feelings into such great consideration, it wasn’t what was supposed to happen. Yet you worried that he might be scared — dreaded that he might not like you at all in your human form.

The cool air causes goosebumps to rise across your now naked skin, having adapted to the feel of fur after spending so long in your other form that the now mildly cold degree outside felt freezing. You stretch your fingers out in front of you, studying them as if it were your first time seeing them. A small sigh of relief escapes your lips, finally you felt more like yourself again.

The sound of the door squeaking open causes your head to snap in its direction as the human stumbles inside. His hands are full of cut up fruits and a few pieces of raw meat, but as soon as his gaze falls on you the plate crashes against the floor and you flinch at the sound.

Yeonjun’s mouth hangs open as he studies you with a slightly horrified expression. You could smell the fear dripping from him as his eyes darted across the room in search of your fox form, but all he found was you. Slowly rising from your crouched position, you offer the man a small smile.

“Hi.”

You internally cringe at how strained your voice sounded, but after not being used for almost a month it wasn’t so surprising. Yeonjun doesn’t reply as he stares at you dumbfoundedly. “...Who are you?” He finally splutters as he takes a defensive step back, your heart churns at the small action.

“It’s me…Red”, you try as you use the nickname he had given you a few weeks prior. Yeonjun’s eyes might as well just pop out of his eye sockets as he stares at you in disbelief. “Red?” He repeats, though his stance remains wary. Eagerly you nod as you take a step forward.

“But…it doesn’t make sense I…” He stammers as his hands come up to block you from his view. “And you’re…you’re naked!” His statement causes you to stop as you frown whilst glancing down to your bare body. So? Why did that matter? It was natural when shifting forms — besides, did he really not have greater things to worry about than your naked frame?

You surge forward once more only to be stopped by a pair of large hands against your shoulders as Yeonjun prevents you from coming any closer. “Why don’t you sit down over here”, he redirects you toward the bed in the center of the room as he hastily pulls the duvet cover over your exposed body.

Huffing out a breath of air, you glance up at your savior as he fusses over you, much like he always did. And as your eyes roam his body; you wanted nothing more than to repay the kind favor.

Hesitantly, Yeonjun takes a seat beside you on the very edge of the bed, much to your delight. He runs a hand through his dark hair as he studies you with a slight frown. “I don’t understand…you…you’re..” — “A human?” You interrupt as the corner of your lips curl into a small grin. “Yeah.” He breathes out a small sigh.

In your human form, he seemed even more delectable and your gaze followed the way his teeth closed around his bottom lip as he bit it anxiously. “I’m a fox spirit.” You state as you watch his reaction. His frown deepens as he looks at you, noticing the swirling pools of orange in your eyes and your sharp canines as you grin. He supposed he should feel afraid, but he didn’t, for he could still recognize the wounded animal he had taken in all those nights ago.

You tilt your head to the side as you listen to the now, steady, beating of his heart as the human came to terms with the creature before him. “But why didn’t you reveal yourself earlier..?” He wonders and you let out a small sigh. “Well it was impossible to, given the state my body was in”, you shrug before glancing toward him with a small smirk, “but thanks to your helpful hands and kind words I am now completely recovered.”

Yeonjun’s eyes widen as color rushes to his face. “Kind words…you mean you..” — “Even in my fox form I understand the human language.” You say as you watch the increasingly flustered state of the human who averted his gaze, suddenly recalling the multiple comments about the fox he had made.

“Do you really think I’m cute?” You ask as you lean forward on the bed. Yeonjun swallows as his eyes return to you, “I uh…” he begins but trails off as you close the small distance between you, trapping him against the bedpost. The duvet falls from your shoulders and his eyes dart between your exposed skin and your face.

“I think you’re cute.” You purr as your nose graces along his cheek. The rapid beating of his heart felt like music to your ears. Under you, Yeonjun squirms as he tries to free himself from your grip, you let him go as you watch him with a slight pout. He scrambles across the bed to lean against the headboard, slightly panting as he looks at you.

“Are you scared of me?” you ask with a small frown, a sense of hurt lingering in your words. He shakes his head, “n-no…I just..I don’t know if it’s such a good idea to…” He sharply inhales as you suddenly appear mere inches from his face, gently straddling his lap as your fingers brush along his flushed cheek. “But you’re not scared of me?” Your question comes off as more of a statement but Yeonjun gives you a small shake of his head. You smile, “good.”

Your lips find his as your hands gently cup his cheeks. Half expecting him to pull away, you’re surprised when his arms wrap around your naked waist to pull you closer. “I’ll make you feel good, yeah?” you whisper against his lips as your hands grip onto the fabric off his shirt. Yeonjun gazes up at you with a clouded expression, uttering a small “uh-huh”.

Your sharp nails dig into the soft cotton as you rip it apart, exposing his lean torso for your hungry eyes to ravage. If he’s surprised by your quick actions, he doesn’t let onto it as his eyes rake over your naked body. The hands on your waist slowly move across your stomach before gently cupping your breasts, his thumbs grazing over your nipples. You let out a small moan as shivers course through your body.

The roll of your hips against his makes his breath hitch and you lean down to press open mouthed kisses along his neck and collarbone. “You saved me”, you murmur against his skin, feeling the way blood rushed beneath the surface. Sharp teeth drag across the sensitive flesh of his neck as you inhale his sweet scent.

“Not many people would take in a fox like myself.” The tantalizingly slow movements of your hips causes him to buck up against your wet cunt, drawing a small hiss from you as you grind down on him even harder. Your lips hover over his own once more as you gaze at him in a loving manner. Yeonjun looks at you with a hazy expression as his lips part so deliciously and invitingly, soft pants emitting from him.

“I am forever grateful.” You whisper before leaning back to rip the seam of his pants apart. Your mouth almost waters at the sight of his throbbing cock, hard and ready for you. Yeonjun lets out a small gasp as you wrap your fingers around him, marveling at how heavy he felt in your hand. “So pretty and good for me”, you coo as you take your time to get a full feel of him, drawing a soft groan from the human.

You experiment with the pace of your hand, the flick of your wrist, closely watching his reactions as Yeonjun fell apart under your touch. His fingers digging into the soft sheets of the bed, knuckles turning white at the sheer pressure. Unable to resist you lean down to get a small taste of him, relishing in the throaty moan you manage to coax from him.

Tongue pressed flat against his cock, you slowly work your way down before licking a stripe all the way up to the red tip again. “Ah, fuck.” He groans as you suck all of him in your mouth, swirling your tongue against his slit. His hips snap up against you, his cock hitting the back of your throat and you almost gag. Your hands brush along his thighs as you moan softly around him, silently praising him before pulling off with a small pop.

“What do you need from me, pretty?” You whisper as your hand returns to gently stroke him. Sweat sticks to his forehead as he lays panting, he swallows, “a-anything, fuck…just need you!” His words make you clench around nothing as your lips eagerly return to his cock, feeling it twitch against your lips.

The soft whines falling from his plump lips were enough to have you take him as deep as you possibly could, pressing your tongue against him with so much pressure that it almost hurt. “Fuck, I’m c-close” he groans and one of your hands join your mouth on his cock as you encourage his orgasm.

With one final twitch, he releases himself inside of your open mouth. The feeling of hot cum spurting on your tongue had you moaning against his slowly softening cock as you pulled away to wipe your lips. Above you, Yeonjun brings a hand to his forehead as his ragged breathing slowly returns to normal, but the beating of his heart remained rapid as you study his flushed expression.

His eyes snap toward you as he feels you move on top of him. Teasingly pushing two fingers inside your dripping cunt for him to see. “Think you can do one more, pretty?”

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wnderkoo · 1 year

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♡ BUILT FOR LOVE - TEASER 2!

It's been years since Jungkook left to pursue his dream of being a volleyball star, and while you couldn't be happier for him, you missed that love in your life. Years after your breakup, just when you finally think you might be okay without him, he comes back. After falling back into old patterns, you realise that Jungkook is a love worth fighting for.

pairing: jungkook x reader genre: second chances au | fluff, angst, smut word count: 18k+ (2.3k for this teaser) tags: volleyball player! jungkook, lovers to strangers to friends to lovers, tba!

read the first teaser here!

teaser 2!

A month goes past of living with Jungkook and in those few odd weeks a genuine friendship had bloomed again between you, and soon enough you're looking forward to coming home and the impromptu movie nights you sometimes have.

You start to notice more and more of his belongings around the apartment, like his toothbrush beside yours in the bathroom, his shoes on top of yours in the pile beside the door, little things that feel so awfully domestic you have to remind yourself not to ruin it by imagining it as something it isn't and never will be.

You don't realise just how used to his presence you are until you come home from a day at the office to an empty apartment, lights off besides the one lamp in the living room hinting at the absence of a certain brown haired man.

His bed is still neatly made, like it was in the morning when you'd woken up to find Jungkook cooking breakfast.

Despite your best efforts to wake up earlier and be a good host and cook breakfast, he always beat you to it, a plate of bacon and eggs always ready for you in the morning.

Toeing off your shoes, you collapsed down onto the couch with an exasperated sigh.

While the last few weeks had been fun and you were glad Jungkook was your friend again, he was just a friend and there was an itch that needed to be scratch and a desire that needed to be satisfied that you couldn't ask of your newly reintroduced friend.

There were times where you'd tried to satiate yourself in the privacy of your bedroom, but it had always felt too dirty to do anything with Jungkook just outside the door.

The thought of being heard was too mortifying for you to get anywhere.

But tonight, in the buzzing atmosphere of a city nightclub, you let your hips sway like no one was watching.

Because tonight, you looked hot.

And tonight, you were going to get laid.

In a maroon red dress that reached your lower thighs, the fabric hugging your curves perfectly, and heels to match, you looked nothing short of ravishing. Your hair was out, flowing over your shoulders in soft curls and making you look angelic under the ambient lights of the club.

"Find anyone yet?"

You turn at the sound of Hari's voice, meeting her kind eyes as she grins at you expectantly.

You'd dragged her out tonight, calling her as soon as you got home and asking if she wanted to have a night out on the town, and ever the party girl, she'd said yes. You made sure to invite Jimin, knowing he'd have your asses if you left him out on a club night, but he had other plans, telling you to have fun without him with a frown and a wink.

"Not yet," you reply, looking out across the club floor.

While you did find eyes on you more than once, entertaining the advances that men made on you throughout the night, you hadn't felt a real spark with anyone and even if you were just looking for a hook up, you had to have at least a little decorum.

It took you a year after things ended with Jungkook to even think about being with anyone else, and even then your relationships never made it past a month or two. There was always something missing, it never seemed to feel 100% right.

So you settled for the temporary high that relationships and hookups gave you, hoping that you'd find that 100% when the stars aligned.

"You'll find someone!" Hari encourages before being whisked away by the guy she'd been gravitating toward the whole night, laughing as the tall blonde led her back out onto the dance floor.

You watch as she disappears into the the crowd and only when she fades against all the other silhouettes do you let your smile drop as you realise you probably weren't going to get laid tonight.

You'd been here for two hours, and there was only so much one could take before their social battery died and all they wanted to do was go home and pass out in the warmth of their blankets.

The two hours of drinks and dancing finally start to affect your depth perception and as you make your way back from the bathroom, the low lighting of the hallway causes you to trip on nothing and stumble forward.

A surprised noise leaves your lips when you crash into a broad chest, your arms come up to stabilise yourself. Whoever's chest you found yourself leaning against was warm and smelled nice. Tropical.

"Yn?"

Your head snaps up, eyes blinking rapidly as they focus on the unexpected face.

"Jungkook?" you ask with a quiet gasp as if your eyes might be playing a trick on you.

"What are you doing here?"

You hadn't seen him at the club at all, though your attention had been focused on what was in front of you, namely the men you were dancing with.

You're too comfortable with the warm weight around your back and the hand holding your arm to steady you, making no move to push him away.

Jungkook just stares down at you for a beat before clearing his throat.

"You called me.." he answers and your brows knit together in confusion.

"What? I never called-"

A rush of heat flames his cheeks as Jungkook watches you reach into the top of your dress, pulling out your phone. Your brows crease as you unlock it, looking at your recent calls and true enough, there was an outgoing call to Jungkook from twenty minutes ago.

"All I could hear was background noise so I wasn't sure if you'd meant to call me.." he says, running guya hand down the back of his neck awkwardly.

"But I wanted to make sure you were okay."

Ugh. Why did he have to be so considerate?

"From what I heard on the phone, I assumed you were at a club and this is the only one I know you've been to so I thought I'd come here first."

You were way too drunk for this.

Too drunk for his kindness and the onslaught of feelings that it brought.

There were at least ten different clubs in this part of the city alone, what if you hadn't been here? Would he have gone to all of them looking for you?

You didn't want to know the answer to that question, because it would just make you love him even more. And you couldn't love him anymore.

"Are you drunk? Do you want me to take you home?"

A gentle hand brushes the hair out of your face as Jungkook takes in your figure. Flushed cheeks and hazy eyes, clinging onto him like you'd fall if you let go.. you were definitely more than a little tipsy.

You can't stop staring at him, hands clutching the fabric of his shirt where they're pressed against his chest. Your fingers twitch with the need to touch his face, brush over the scar on his left cheek, the only imperfection on his otherwise perfect face.

Sure you were drunk, but you could still appreciate beauty.

"Come on," he smiles, moving your hand to his bicep as he walks you back to the main part of the club.

You cling onto him drowsily, coming down from your high and crashing straight into exhaustion.

"I'll be right back, stay here, alright?"

A gentle thumb caresses your cheek and you lean into the touch before it disappears. You manage to nod and watch as Jungkook disappears into the crowd, finding Hari amongst all the moving bodies.

He stands there awkwardly for a moment, waiting for her to turn her attention from the blonde she's dancing with and notice him.

She does a double take when she sees Jungkook standing in front of her, surprised to see him here of all places. Taking in his appearance, he wasn't exactly dressed for the club scene. Black bomber jacket and cargo pants, he looked like he came straight from an illegal car race.

"I'm taking Yn home!" he shouts over the music, melting Hari's confused expression into one of understanding.

Craning her head over the crowd of people, she sees you leaning against a wall by the entrance staring awkwardly down at your feet.

"Thank you!" she shouts back, sincerity in her voice.

Ever since the breakup, she hadn't exactly been his biggest fan.. but for him to come and take you home- which she knew you hadn't planned- Hari could appreciate that Jungkook still cared about you.

"What about Hari?" you ask as Jungkook appears in front of you again and offers his arm.

Even drunk you looked out for your friends.

Jungkook assures you that she had told him she was okay to get home when he had asked. Happy with his answer you let him lead you through the entrance and out the doors of the club.

The cold air sobers you just a little and a shiver wracks through you as the breeze carries through the night, brushing against the bare skin of your arms before it winds down the city streets.

Your hand is suddenly cold, missing the contact when Jungkook shrugs out of his jacket before draping it over your shoulders. Warmth blankets around you and his scent fills your senses, somehow comforting and tormenting at the same time.

You mumble out a thank you before Jungkook takes your hand again, leading you the rest of the way to his car.

"Just a bit longer sweetheart," Jungkook murmurs softly.

Kneeling on the floor beside your bed, he removes your heels one by one and caresses your feet, which he knows would be in pain from all the dancing.

It was a miracle that you hadn't fallen asleep in the half hour it took Jungkook to drive from the club back to your apartment, but it was starting to become a challenge to stay awake when you were perched on top of your soft blankets, and the way Jungkook was massaging your feet only pushed you closer to sleep.

You barely register his words before you're being pulled up onto your feet, which are now in socks.

You grumble out a whine, making a move to fall back into bed before Jungkook stops you by sliding his arm around your waist to keep you upright.

"I need to change you, Yn."

You definitely heard that.

You can't find it in you to protest, too tired and desperate to just pass out on your bed.

You were way past feeling embarrassed at the thought of Jungkook seeing you naked, but the idea of it was still mortifying.

You let out a non-commital sound letting him know it was okay, and Jungkook carefully slides the zipper of your dress down. His fingers graze the sides of your thighs as he drags the fabric down, making you inhale sharply. His touch is like electricity on your skin, leaving a trail of fire in its wake.

He helps you step out of the dress and your eyes are too close to shut to see where he goes when he steps away.

You suddenly feel awkward standing in nothing but your underwear, swaying the way that drunk people do.

You ease a fraction when you feel his presence in front of you again. Jungkook helps you into a hoodie and sweats, being incredibly patient as you take your time putting your legs into your pants, gripping onto his shoulders tightly.

After removing your makeup and making you drink an entire glass of water, Jungkook tucks you into bed, fluffing your pillows and bringing the covers up to your chin just how you like them.

When he's sure you'll be okay, he reaches for the switch to your lamp but it's your soft voice calling out to him that makes him freeze.

"I miss this."

He stares down at you, almost thinking he imagined the words when he sees your eyes closed, blinking as he waits for you to continue. He laughs quietly to himself when he realises you probably dozed off.

"Miss what?" he asks quietly.

He stares at the soft features of your face as he waits for a reply.

"This. You taking care of me."

The next seconds are quiet enough that the cracking of his heart can be heard over your gentle breathing. Guilt slams into him, every thing that's been hanging over him for months comes down and crushes him under the weight.

He'd thought you'd moved on, you'd made it seem that way. But he should've known from the first night when you couldn't even stand to be in the same room as him before you were running out of the club into the cold.

He'd blamed it on the alcohol and built up emotions, but Jungkook knew now that there was still a million things that needed to be said.

This was the first time you'd ever brought up the past, always avoiding saying anything that would remind you of another time.

A past where you didn't have to walk on eggshells around each other, afraid of doing or saying something that would cross the line between friends and lovers.

A past where you could bring up inside jokes and they'd just be jokes, not a reminder of what used to be and the people you were.

A past where he didn't need to be afraid of loving you.

He hoped you wouldn't remember this in the morning. He'd already done enough, barging in on your life and being selfish enough to stay here. If you realised how vulnerable you'd been by bringing up the past, you'd be wrecked.

And if meant you could have your peace of mind, he'd hurt enough for the both of you.

Leaning down, Jungkook smooths a hand over your hair before placing a kiss on your forehead.

"Goodnight, Yn."

built for love is sooo close to being published! i can't believe it omg im so excited to get this out to you guys, lmk if you want to be added to the taglist!

🏷️: @tarahardcore @kissyfacekoo @hoseokteardrop @jkkkkkay

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werepuppy-steve · 8 months

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january fic rec

so i figured that instead of waiting until december to make a big long post of all the fics i read throughout the year, i'd break it down into monthly recs instead. i barely read anything at all last year, and it makes me feel awful every time i think about it, so hopefully this method keeps me on track so i can make some headway on the hoard of fics i have saved.

this also helps to boost fics that might've been missed or overlooked in the chaos and carnage brought by the passage of time.

these will include tumblr fics as well as ao3 fics!

general warning: smut will be included in these so please read at your own discretion and heed any warnings and tags!

▸ january fic rec - b sides

break the ice (i can't take anymore) - T, 2.2k, complete @matchingbatbites

tags: hockey au, established relationship, shower sex, secret relationship

“I’m surprised you’re still here,” Steve says as he leans into Eddie’s creeping touch, the little bit of contact more of a tease than anything. “Thought you’d be back at the hotel by now.” Eddie grins up at Steve and tugs him closer. “And miss the chance to congratulate you properly? To show you how proud I am of you?” Steve full on shudders at that, his mouth drops in a soft gasp and his hands push up into Eddie’s hair. “Eddie…” “I am, Stevie. So proud of you, my baby.” He leans in and presses a kiss to Steve’s jersey-covered sternum. “Tell me what you want, princess. Anything, and it’s yours.”

what's mine is yours (to leave or take) - M, 8.2k, complete @thefreakandthehair | througheden

tags: modern au, baker eddie, nurse steve, waitress-inspired, getting together

Eddie's an amateur baker who desperately needs a healthy dose of hope. He finds it in the bottom of a pie dish and the hands of Steve Harrington.

Tax Time - T, 922, complete @simplebtromance

tags: modern au, established relationship, domestic fluff, competence kink, appalachian eddie

Eddie throwing his hair back into a hair clip he stole from Chrissy, face determined as he opened up his laptop on their coffee table, that used to be his Memaw's, and got the binder of bills and receipts out to do his and Steve's taxes. (He still feels gooey and not very metal when he sees Steve Munson on any paperwork or mail, they've been married for over 3 years now and he doesn't think it's gonna stop any time soon)

group hangout - E, 3.3k, complete plutorose

tags: modern au, college au, dom/sub, first time

When Steve and Eddie start seeing each other, Robin meets Eddie's roommate for the first time.

A Little Show - E, 4.1k, complete ItCanBePalped

tags: exhibitionism, pre-threesome, dom/sub

Chrissy and Robin can't wait to get their hands on each other. Unfortunately, the room they find is already occupied. Or maybe that's "fortunately".

BABY SAID - E, 3.8k, complete dartlekey

tags: t4t steddie, transmasc eddie, transmasc steve, college au, bathtub sex, scissoring

Drenched by a sudden downpour and locked out of the youth hostel they were supposed to be staying at, university students Steve Harrington and Eddie Munson find themselves unwittingly and very much against their will trapped in night-time Rome together, and sharing a cramped hotel room. And a bathtub. Things kind of escalate from there.

Love from the other side - M, 6.2k, complete @sidekick-hero

tags: modern au, nurse steve, vampire eddie

In his mind Steve goes over the things he knows. Eddie is a vampire. A vampire who killed another vampire to save Steve’s life. To save Chrissy’s life. Eddie is dying. He may already be dead, but it looks like vampires can die again. Permanently. Eddie wants his blood.

the devil's water, it ain't so sweet - E, WIP hesjustlikemefr

tags: modern au, sugar daddy eddie, sugar baby steve, transmasc steve, slowburn, age difference

After Steve's parents cut him off financially, Robin comes up with a brilliant plan for Steve to be able to pay his bills. SweetShoppe, the most professional sugaring app on the market. Steve is skeptical, until he comes across the profile of Eddie Munson, a music producer and the hottest guy Steve has ever seen. Maybe this wasn't the worst idea after all…

like rabbits - E, WIP crybaby

tags: alpha eddie, omega steve, daddy kink, dom/sub, established relationship, pussy drunk eddie

Steve shaves his pussy and dresses up as a Playboy Bunny. Eddie handles it well.

usa hockey is do or die - E, 4k, complete @steddieas-shegoes

tags: hockey au, dom/sub, established relationship

“Everyone expects a lot from Team USA captain Steve Harrington and his first alternate, Tommy Hagan, but everyone’s a bit shocked at the choice for second alternate. What do you have to say about Eddie Munson being the pick, Jack?” Steve already felt anger bubbling under his skin, the annoyance of the last few weeks finally reaching a boiling point. “Well, we all know he’s one of the best goalies out there, but it’s rare to see a goalie with an A or C. I’ll be honest, I was surprised he was chosen over Gareth Emerson, who showed us three shutouts in the last month at Boston University. Eddie’s been proving himself in the AHL, but I don’t think he’s got what it takes to get the boys to gold. I hope I’m proven wrong, but his careless attitude makes me think he isn’t leading these boys to a victory they want.” The tv in the hotel room snapped off and Steve stood up, pacing the carpeted floors with his fists clenched at his sides and a scowl.

driver roll up the partition please - E, 4.5k, complete @steddieas-shegoes

tags: modern au, rockstar eddie, bartender steve, semi-public sex, light dom/sub

The bow tie around Steve’s neck was choking him. It had to be made for children, but when he’d asked one of the waiters before they went on the floor, he shrugged and said they all were like that. But the lack of oxygen to his brain didn’t excuse the way he nearly dropped a glass of a half-shaken, half-stirred -yes, really- martini when the hottest man he’d ever seen walked up to the bar. He was chatting with a few people, smiling at them like he was truly happy to see them even though he was dressed like someone who was crashing the party. Steve had done a few events like this before and was never disappointed with the eye candy, but this guy was something else. His curls were perfectly maintained, falling just right along his shoulders. Did they say the hair was the curtain to the soul or was he just that enamored?

steve tells eddie about his fight with billy - T, 4.6k, complete @solarmorrigan

tags: post-s2, canon racism and violence, mentions of drug use

“Motherfucker,” he hisses, shaking his hand out, because it had hurt, and then he winds up to do it again, to make it hurt more, because at least he’s in control of that much, at least it’s anything but what he’s feeling right now. “That’s a good way to break your hand, y’know,” a voice comes from the doorway, startling Steve into pivoting and aiming his fist at whoever is coming after him now.

doesn't have to be anything, but i could be everything - E, 4.1k, complete | part 2 @steddieas-shegoes

tags: camboy steve, rockstar eddie, modern au, daddy kink, dom/sub

Steve being a content creator ( cosplay, streamer, YouTuber, onlyfans, webcam boy, illustrator anything in that ballpark) that keeps on getting these messages and blocks them only to be accosted at a convention by this person and Eddie being a low key fan or what ever randomly stepping up to help out

first kiss - T, complete @mcdynamite

tags: first kiss, pet names, getting together, fluff

Kissing has never done all that much for Steve, if he’s honest. It’s just not really something he’s ever given much thought to before - the way someone kisses - despite the fact that he’s locked lips with plenty of people. For him, kissing has always been something nice, but not particularly special. It’s never been earth-shattering. Never taken his breath away, the way people talk about in movies and books. It’s just a way to be closer to someone, and it’s nice, but it’s never anything more than that. Then, Steve kisses Eddie for the first time, and suddenly he gets it.

Good Morning, Daddy - E, 906, complete unholy_forest

tags: dom/sub, morning sex, daddy kink

A short and sweet oneshot of loving, sleepy morning sex between Steve and Eddie.

girls of your dreams (you know what i mean) - E, 2/2, complete @maxineholtzmann

tags: figure skating au, hockey au, threesome, established ronance

The two of them continued, kissing quietly. Chrissy wondered how far she could let this go before they realized she was awake. She ached to touch herself, listening to the panting and low moans now coming from the other bed. Fuck it. Chrissy rolled onto her back and Robin and Nancy froze. She looked over at them, Robin on top of Nancy, pinning her hands above her head. The kissing sounds Chrissy had heard were clearly actually Robin working on Nancy’s nipples with her mouth–both of the cups of the negligee had been pulled down leaving breasts exposed. Chrissy sighed. Slowly moving her hand down her body between her legs she said, “You don’t have to stop as long as I don’t have to stop.” Chrissy started circling her clit with her fingers, arching her back. “Are you sure?” Nancy asked, still panting. “Does it look like I’m not sure?” Chrissy said, using her other hand to fling the blankets back, spreading her legs and making sure Robin and Nancy could see where her hand had traveled.

Your Love Calls Me Home - T, 1.8k, complete @simplebtromance

tags: modern au, long distance relationship, online dating

Steve and Eddie have been in a long distance relationship for three years, and they're finally meeting.

Buckingham revenge program™ - E, series, WIP thequeermoon

tags: oral sex, strap-on sex, dirty talk, semi-public sex

It was all murmurs and unsteady breaths between them, and they barely touched. Outside the door the group laughed suddenly, startling the both of them. Just then they realized how close they were. Just a little step and their bodies would've touched. "Right, okay… " Robin coughed a bit, going slightly backwards. " …do you want to-" She didn’t get to finish that sentence. Chrissy, in full panic of losing the only chance she might have, threw herself at her lips, kissing her. It lasted so little that Robin had no chance to answer it, but it felt like eons. Chrissy opened her eyes, watching at her. Her cold hands on her face, her lips red, slightly parted to show these little teeth Robin thought were so endearing.

Swift Wings and a Brave Heart - T, WIP @paperbackribs

tags: werewolf steve, bat eddie, shapeshifting, found family

The beast stops, gaze narrowing at the pulse pounding in Eddie’s neck, and he quickly slaps a hand over it, trying to limit the temptation of the tasty-blood slash fresh-meat vibe he must be giving off. Robin scowls at Eddie, stepping forward to bury her hand comfortingly into the plush of its furry neck. “Don’t listen to him, Steve. He’s just being a big baby." Eddie has never been a normal type of guy, but he's owned it: he's a gay metalhead in the heart of small-town America and nothing's going to phase him. Nothing except being told that his recent demo-bat injuries might turn him into a shapeshifter like Steve Harrington.

safe and warm - E, 958, complete @steddieas-shegoes

tags: dom/sub, cock warming, pet names, coming untouched

Steve on his knees was a sight he would never get tired of. Something about the way his eyes closed, a rare sign of relaxation spreading over him, made Eddie wish he could be like this all the time, that they could always be like this.

new year's kiss - G, complete @steddieas-shegoes

tags: new year's eve kiss, getting together, pining

He hides in the bathroom, looks at his reflection in the mirror and tries to smile. He used to be so confident, used to be able to tell himself to make a move and make it successfully. But it used to not matter, not like this does. No one has ever mattered the way Eddie does.

first choice - G, complete @steddiealltheway

tags: nye, getting together, pining

Steve runs a hand through his hair and turns back to his abandoned stack of tapes only to turn back around as soon as the bell above the door rings. He turns around with a heavy sigh as soon as he realizes who it is. "Great to see you too," Eddie says with a humorless laugh. Robin cuts in before Steve can. "Don't take it personally. He's just unsuccessful in his mission to woo a lady and get a New Year's kiss." "Really?" Eddie asks, leaning across the counter. "I think I'm coming across as desperate." "Because you are," Robin adds unhelpfully.

holes on the house - M, 404, complete @cranberrymoons

tags: modern au, meet cute, food truck owner steve

There it is: a bright pink truck with an open side, glittering under the streetlight with a loose line of people waiting to order, The Hole printed on the side in white stylized script.

alpha/omega true mates - G, complete @stevieschrodinger

tags: omegaverse, alpha eddie, omega steve, true mates, canon divergence

Eddie, fucking excited as all hell to meet his Omega finally, opens his envelope to find Steve Harrington's name starring back at him and Eddie just. He just can't. Steve's one of the biggest bitches at Hawkins high. And even if Eddie can, sort of, get past that, Steve's a snob. He lives in a fucking mansion and has a nice car and preppy clothes and yeah...Eddie is going to get rejected stone cold and that would be fair because he doesn't have a single thing to offer and Omega like Harrington. Eddie burns the envelope.

henderfam - G, complete @loveinhawkins

tags: canon divergence, eddie lives, steve and dustin behaving like brothers, pre-steddie

God, I love you, Eddie thinks. Maybe some would say that’s too big a declaration to have even in his own head for a mundane, sleep deprived afternoon in hospital. He doesn’t care.

play nice - M, 387, complete @wormdebut

tags: daddy kink, dom/sub, possessive eddie

Eddie has died and gone to Heaven. (If that Heaven is covered in leather and latex…that’s his business.) This is the only explanation, he thinks, as he stares at his boyfriend. His very hot, very muscular, very unclothed boyfriend. Decked out in only a strappy harness and the sluttiest little leather shorts Eddie has ever seen.

need - E, 404, complete @wormdebut

tags: dom/sub, anal fingering, hot boys whimpering

His eyes flick all over Steve’s perfect fucking body, stopping to admire that beautiful cock. “Christ—I’m gonna tear you apart.” His eyes snap up to look into Steve’s perfect blown out ones. He’s perfect, Eddie’s boy.

bake off - G, complete @hairmetal666

tags: gbbo au, baker steve, rockstar eddie, tv host eddie

Steve who goes on a Bake Off type show after Robin, Dustin, and Max set him up as a contestant. He doesn't want to, doesn't think baking or cooking should be stressful, but he's been wallowing since his knee surgery took him out of work and basketball, since his divorce. His first day on set, he's totally gobsmacked by the sexy host with all the tattoos and long, curly hair. Just, cannot take his eyes off the guy, blushing and stammering whenever he comes around to do interviews, obviously can't stop starring.

talk it through - G, complete @strangersteddierthings

tags: established relationship, insecurities, future fic

“I think we should break up,” is what Eddie blurts the moment Steve opens the front door to reveal him. Steve’s first reaction is anger -how dare he?- but he doesn’t do anything with that anger. Instead, he takes a deep breath through his nose, crosses his arms, and looks Eddie over. He’s breathing heavily yet his van is parked along the curb. He didn’t run here. His hair, while never tame, looks rougher. He is fidgeting but in a nervous way, not his usual too much energy way. His eyes are wide and scared. It’s the last bit there that drains Steve’s anger. Something’s happened. He drops his arms and says, “well, you’re not dumping me on my porch. Get in here.”

frat steve - G, complete @strangersatellites

tags: college au, established relationship, frat steve

when he gets there he’s met with two guys, freshman surely. letters emblazoned across their cutoff muscle tees and hats turned backwards and perched, very stupidly if eddie shares his piece, atop their heads. they stop him with a hand up and friendly smiles and mock bravado “three actives,” bro number one states. eddie barely holds back an incredulous laugh. “you cannot be serious.”

flirting - T, complete @jewishrat420

tags: pining, pet names, flirting, "first of all my name is baby so jot that down"

"Don't call me that." He chances a look over at Eddie, at the risk of appearing as vulnerable as he feels, and to his distress, he can't get a read on the man. His dark eyebrows furrow, brown eyes squinting slightly, and his lips part like he wants to speak. He licks them. Steve's eyes follow the motion unintentionally. "Call you what?" Eddie says on an exhale. "A brat?" Steve shakes his head. "Harrington. Don't like it when you call me that."

kink discovery - M, complete @eddywoww

tags: hair pulling, dom/sub, getting together

He touches him the second time. When they’re all hanging out and the lights are low and Steve does it again and Robin only halfway gives him a weird look. It doesn’t stop Steve form blinking tired eyes up at Eddie, watching the way he gulps and hovers a hand over Steve’s face. “I like when people pet my hair,” He says unhelpfully, so high he can barely concentrate. Eddie makes a soft noise and blinks down at him. “You should- you should do that.”

cherry - M, complete @eddywoww

tags: omegaverse, tattoo artist eddie, alpha eddie, omega steve, age difference

And then he gets into Eddie’s studio and like- okay, Steve has always had a type. Older men, men who wore suits, men who worked with his father. Unattainable, already mated. Steve sort of assumes this guy is mated too. He looks like it, has a bite that’s weirdly faded on his neck. But Steve can’t smell an Omega on him. Or a Beta or an Alpha. No one. So sue him if he gets a little flirty. It fuels his self esteem, knowing they can look but he won’t let them touch.

eddie lives - T, complete @bonitabreezy

tags: canon divergence, steve carries eddie out of the upside down, eddie lives (but not without consequence)

Any part of him that had leaned into the idea that it was over and that they were safe was immediately washed away at the sound. His blood started to zing with adrenaline once more and he became hyper aware of everything around them, scanning the trees for danger. “Was that--” Nancy started, her shoulders a hard line, her hands no longer shaking. “Dustin,” Steve said, and he took off running.

4+1 - G, complete @steddieas-shegoes

tags: 5+1, steve carries eddie, eddie carries steve, eddie recovering from the bites

four times eddie gets carried and one time he does the carrying

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#cj talks #fic rec #steddie #buckingham

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yuri-is-online · 2 months

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Sorry if this ask makes absolutely no sense I just need you to know the absolute emotion I feel because of this Ayuu.

I need you to know just . how close to tears I am . I just reread your Azul meeting his Yutu and I am. IM CRYING. THE “Your daddy’s here” IS TAKING ME OUT AND SHOOTING ME DEAD . IM GENUINELY TEARING UP. I think I’ve read every part so far twice over, barring the Yuu specific ones cause they Hurt Me. Speaking of hurt, Deuce!Yutu and Riddle!Yutu hurt me so so bad . All of the Yutus do, but they’re the ones that just came to mind rn and it’s so so sad. Especially Riddle! Yutu because he hates his dad :( Idek why I might’ve blocked out why LMAO,,, I love all the Heartslabyul characters and their kids it makes me cry. Especially Trey. He’s such a weirdly domestic freak that the idea of him being denied the family life he’s always been content with is so so sad. ALL OF THEM . THEY MAKE ME SO SAD BECAUSE THEY WANT TO BE WITH YUU!! They want to be with Yuu, and most of them are obviously happy to have a kid, but to know that that’s been taken away from you by circumstances that are literally destroying the world you live and love in? Yeah. That’s Rough!!

I would love to see Jamil!Yutu and how Jamil reacts to his child feeling guilt for something he never did, was never responsible for, and again has to suffer through because of the family theirs has been forced to serve. I think he’d be so mad, so so mad this boy has grown up thinking he’s the biggest blight of his father’s life, the cause of his death, when in reality he’s probably someone Original Timeline! Jamil would have cherished.

I LOVE YOU RUGGIE BUCCHI!!! Sorry I needed to cry that out this made me love him so much more!!! And Rook!! I love you Rook Hunt you weirdo. Ruggie being like “Idrk what to do… but I can bug Leona about it” is so so real. Him not caring if his son is charismatic as long as he knows his cards and is able to survive. Rook as a phantom is genuinely breaking my heart idk why. All of the phantoms break my heart. I don’t want to imagine anything abt them if I do because if I imagine them having even a fraction of sentience I’m heartbroken. Imagine being unable to prevent something from possessing you. Imagine your body and soul being used to tear your home apart— imagine seeing any of that through your own eyes. Imagine seeing your own kid after years of thinking them missing. I would genuinely not be able to handle that. It’s giving the Last of Us zombies where they’re completely aware and conscious throughout the first phase. Scared . Heartbroken .

Anyways, this au is 100000/10 I need you to know this. YOUR MIND IS SO SO BRILLIANT!!! I’m probably gonna keep rereading everything you’ve written so far about it because I’m having so many brain worms . So so many. Sorry for this ramble!! Please ignore this ask if for any reason I might have said something you didn’t like >:]]]] I HOPE YOU HAVE A WONDERFUL YEAR!!!!

;-; ty so much for your kind words anon I am injecting them into my veins to continue writing. You have said nothing wrong, rambles are nice to receive, though my ask box is a bit cluttered at the moment and I am super busy so getting to things in a timely manner is not something I am able to do.

Riddle! Yutu was the first one to get a post, and I am tempted to re do it as I was still figuring out the format. He hates his dad because he wasn't there for him when he was a child and he doesn't know why. In the good timeline he's something of a daddy's boy; he really wants Riddle to be proud of and praise him

After I finish editing the second part of Rook's post you will be pleased to know the next post is about Jamil. I'm still formulating the outline of it because I've been thinking some thoughts about stars and unique magics

The way I write the phantoms they posses the instincts of their former selves but the individual lacks the input you might associate with consciousness. I'll get more into it in the second half of Rook's post... but there is a degree of awareness of their actions.

There's a lot of tragedy in this ayuu, I'm glad I'm hitting my stride with it c: it's nice to know people are liking it

#<3 asks #twisted wonderland x reader #twst x reader #future kid au

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needle-noggins · 5 months

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A Guide to eezybree's Trigun Fanfiction

Hi all! For @trigunfanfic appreciation week, I would like to do a little self-promo. I've only been writing fanfic for about a year (if you don't count my POTC fic from middle school) but it has changed my life and I'm really proud of what I've done so far. If you'd like to read some of my stuff, here's a quick guide!

Bluebells | E | Vashmeryl | 43k, in progress | post-canon Trimax, canon-compliant | Hurt/Comfort, Emotionally-driven, Character-driven. My long fic about Vash and Meryl figuring out life after Trimax. It's mostly Meryl POV, with an emphasis on her PTSD and trauma, but Vash is even more messed up. He's lost and grieving both Wolfwood and his brother, and Meryl's hangups about his nature as a plant certainly don't help their feelings of loneliness even as they're living together. It doesn't help that the ghost of Wolfwood won't leave the damn room. They work it out together while still acknowledging the things that haunt them - Vash's grief and Meryl's fear - and put on a brave face for the TV special on his life. This fic has converted a few people to see Vashmeryl, has made people laugh and cry, and has inspired a little bit of art. This fic is my baby, and I'm so so damn proud of it. ALSO: The smut is skippable!

Funeral Rites | T | Vashwood | 3k | Trimax canon-compliant Vol. 10 Burial fic. My first fic and still beloved. Vash buries Wolfwood and gets weird about it, would you expect any less? This baby is so chock-full of love and grief.

Freaks of Nurture | M | Gen/Vashwood | 2.8k | any canon. Vash gets vivisected and he hallucinates that the surgeon is Knives. Wolfwood gets triggered to hell trying to save him. This is my best and weirdest prose, and I had the most fun writing this. Dead doves abound here.

Silent Night | T | Gen | 4k | Pre-canon sci-fi epistolary-style story of Rem on the SEEDS expedition, leading up to the birth of the twins. My heaviest sci-fi with Rem's grief over her late partner Alex and regret over Tesla running throughout. I adore this fic. It was also inspired by Lenipez's Becoming Eden series, and in turn inspired another Rem-centric fic by mydetheturk!

Fresh Cut | E | Millionsummers | 5.7k | DEADEST DOVE. DESSICATED. My uhhh... body horror smut and essay on what compels me about the messed-up relationship between Legato and Knives. I wrote most of this on a plane (in public). This one is very kinky and weird and somehow hot, if you're into getting visions of your lover cannibalizing you when he comes.

Cigarettes & Saints | E | Mashwood | 3.8K | post-canon Trimax, set somewhere within/after Bluebells. Vash and Meryl visit a grave outside Hopeland and they... get weird with it. One of the tags is Outdoor Sex, and it does a lot of the heavy lifting. Wolfwood's ghost pays them a visit in Vash's butt. This sounds incredibly silly but it's very sweet and sad and there isn't a single dry eye by the end of the fic.

Growing Black Irises | T | Stryfewood | 1k | set somewhere in Bluebells again. Here's how post-canon trimax stryfewood can still win, but oh no it's painful and somehow sweet. So much yearning and regret over things never said or done.

Lightning Rod | M | Elendira POV | 1K | Trigun Stampede | Body Horror week fic; there's a dead dove in here. Inspired by Beelzebby666's Elendira/Tesla, I wanted to explore Elendira's thoughts and feelings about growing up and being experimented on, lauded as Knives' new Tesla. Compels me.

Learn to count on you (as my own fingers) | G | Vashmeryl | 800 words | Any canon. Meryl helps Vash clean his prosthetic, and it's very sweet.

Meet in the Middle (Like Pistols at Dawn) | G | Vashmeryl | 672 words | Domestic Fluff and Sillies. For the indirect kiss prompt for Vashmeryl week. I just really love writing them be goofy and sweet.

Ship to Wreck | T | Stryfewood | 1.6k | Pirate AU! Two small scenes of my pirate AU that is actually a bit more elaborate than the fic lets on. It's a fun time.

Raising Hell | T | Trigun OCs | 1.7k | If you ever had more questions about my silly trigun OC Fanny Paine, well, here's half her backstory. This was fun to write and got me out of a funk! I may write more again. I love Fanny.

#trigunfanficappreciation #self-promo #fic recs #trigun fic recs #trigun fic rec #trigun fic #bluebellposting

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mallgothyamaguchi · 1 month

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ive seen that all of your bookmarks are tskym and you dont have many of them (not that thats a bad thing!!!) could you give a bookmark tour and like give a reveiw of each?

ofc! tsukkiyama bookmark tour begin!

autumn by windofjune - this fic is ongoing but i'm just totally in love with the author's writing style. essentially, tsukishima and yamaguchi have had mutual feelings for a long time, but nothing was ever acted upon, so in college, they begin to drift apart from one another even when living in the same apartment. tsukishima faces an injury to his knee and yamaguchi gets dumped by his boyfriend, leading to their slow-burning reconciliation as they both recover from their emotional and physical injuries. everything is so beautifully written and i'm not-so-patiently waiting for chapter 8 hehe

Sleeping Habits by BlueColoredDreams - piece written in a series of vignettes as tsukishima and yamaguchi grow older, ending in their high school years. very sweet and very fluffy. i'm a snuggler, so any fic that involves sleeping and cuddling, i'm there.

(Not) A bad day by WhereDoesTheTimeGo - yamaguchi has a bad day, and all of his insecurities bubble up, so tsukishima comforts him. they both have their own self-doubts and insecurities unveiled, but everything's okay with a snuggle and first kiss. you will notice there is a pattern in my fic tastes, lol.

Home Is Where The Heart Is by Pepper_Moon - very short and sweet domestic fic about the two moving in together in a cottage in the countryside after marrying. artist yamaguchi and writer tsukishima. SO COTTAGECORE. the author is also currently writing a chaptered piece for day 1 of tsukkiyama week i'm very much looking forward to reading!

just ourselves by beefybuttlord - another short and sweet fic where hinata asks yamaguchi what his relationship with tsukishima really is. essentially it's a "what are we" fic. puts how i think their canon relationship is in 800 words.

hottaru-kun by palebluestings - very much plays around with the significance of names and naming conventions in japanese culture, and the different ways kanji can be read. tsukishima has started calling yamaguchi 'tadashi', but yamaguchi still calls him 'tsukki'. also, cue tsukishima being a little jealous of yamaguchi hanging out with his brother. it's a cute and thoughtful fic.

The sign on your heart said it's still reserved for me. by yamaguchiforpresident - as they get older, yamaguchi gets more and more attention from girls (and guys), and by their third year, tsukishima realizes he's in love with his best friend. lots of pining from tsukishima, and does he do anything about it? hmmm... a little bit of yamayama (at least from tsukishima's perspective), so yet again, jealous tsukishima >:)

Won't You Stay For The Ride? (The Views Will Be Nice) by xxet - self-hating tsukishima begins to have his walls broken down by yamaguchi as they grow up. tsukishima is totally whipped, and everyone knows. flips back and forth between past and present throughout. good mix of fluff and angst.

i wish to be found by TheFledglingDM - ok this one isn't in my bookmarks but i'm actually obsessed with this fic i'm shocked i didn't bookmark it. essentially a 'You've Got Mail' au, where yamaguchi is a small bookstore owner who took it over after his mother passed and tsukishima is a financial executive for a chain bookstore with aspirations to become a published author. when tsukishima helps to make the decision to put a store location near yamaguchi's bookstore, yamaguchi fears he may be put out of business. unknowingly, for a whole year prior, they've been online best friends over discord. mistaken identity, enemies to lovers, influence of and allusions to pride & prejudice, what more could you want from a fic? so skillfully written. i will never shut up about it. i finished it a month ago and i think about it every other day.

hope you enjoyed my thoughts on these fics! honestly, i haven't been reading many fics recently since life got pretty busy and then that makes me pretty tired and i've been very focused on writing my own fics...but! with all the entries for tsukkiyama week i have so much new content to read. i'm still pretty new to ao3 (it's been a little over a year since i started reading fics on there), so that kind of explains why my bookmarks list is pretty short, and also i tend to bounce between different forms of reading like manga to physical books to fanfiction. kind of just depends on what my mood is at the moment. now that i've started writing, i've really been fueling my tsukkiyama brainrot into that, lol. when it's slow at work, i'm collecting ideas in my brain for them.

bottomline: tsukkiyama will always and forever be my #1, so if there's a fic i'm reading it and if they have zero fans, i'm dead.

#answered asks #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#tsukishima kei #yamaguchi tadashi #tsukkiyama #fanfic rec #enjoy my tsukkiyama brainrot #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu fanfic recs #tsukkiyama fic recs

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oathkeeperoxas · 1 year

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TOP GUN / Icemav fic recs part 4

Hello my fellow icemav enjoyers, I bring to you more fic recs, freshly harvested from the local fields. If I list an author below, I also recommend checking out their profile for their other works as well!

Rec list 1 here

Rec list 2 here

Rec list 3 here

Where Are You Going by @adiduck

They’ve both heard all the philosophical bullshit, of course. Poems about your soul forever seeking its other half, impassioned treatises they were supposed to read in high school English about how you know where your own limbs are, quotes from long-dead guys about physical distance but hearts taking up the same space--that kind of bullshit. Maverick never put much stock in that kind of thing--he’d hated school. It probably shouldn’t have been surprising that Ice also really did not care about the science or philosophy--they were supposed to be perfect for each other, after all. (Or: There’s a handshake in the O Club the first night of Top Gun, and the very bearing of “magnetic North” shifts permanently under Ice and Mav’s feet)

Soulmate AU!!!!! This is so cleverly put together, the worldbuilding details are delicious and so very excellent, and the characterisation is on point. A very fun and enjoyable read 💖

Polaroid Picture by @betanoiz

man, we used to be brothers. superheroes and warriors. - The story of Maverick and the important relationships in his life, as told through photos.

The author plays with form through the use of pictures in this fic, using them to broaden the story and really show the character's relationships with each other. A very soft landing that hits all the right notes.

Ever Higher by @astolat

Maybe he wouldn’t have thought of it on his own, but soon as he’d heard about it—well, it was fucking obvious, wasn’t it? There was no other way to keep climbing.

I read this the first time, had to sleep on it, then come back to digest it properly. The author fits so much into every single sentence - the plot and the reveal hit you straight to the chest, no room to avoid it.

Mach 4 Mile High Club by @topgunreacts

In a civilian bar off base, Ice finds half-price drinks, trivia, and Maverick. The drinks he's expecting. The trivia he can handle. He isn't ready for Maverick.

This is just pure fun!! The back and forth between Ice and Mav builds deliciously throughout the story, the smut is top tier, and the finale lands just perfectly.

that’s what i love (about sunday) by @gracedbybattle

For the past few years, Ice has gotten used to the silence. But their house isn’t so quiet anymore.

Established icemav and the daggers can be so so good actually!! The domestic fluff here hits all the right notes.

Decent by @lambourngb

Ice was aware of the old adage, 'Don't Judge a Book By Its Cover', but he had seen Maverick fly, and now that they were teaching together, he was pretty sure he had Mav figured out. There were lots of reasons for Mav to be insanely confident; he had movie star looks, he had gifted hand-eye coordination in the sky, and he had no discernible shame trigger. Turns out, probably all of that was true, but Mav had one more reason for his swagger.

I have been converted to the Mav has a big cock agenda. Enough said.

Take the Long Way by @kerbyfullyloaded

Five times Iceman tried to get Maverick to come home and the one time he finally did.

This and it's sequel are so full of satisfying emotion - this author has such an excellent voice for the characters and it very much comes through in the prose!

Centrifugal Motion (Perpetual Bliss) by @brendaonao3

A month after the DADT repeal goes into effect, Ice finally gathers the courage to tell Mav he wants another chance.

The pining! The second chances! The yearning that threads its way through this, oh... so very soft and good 🥺

A Box of Love by @film-in-my-soul

It's black and embossed, a medium-sized thing with a careful label facing outward— Wedding, 2014. Jackpot.

Married icemav my beloved. The established relationship is written so tenderly and well, with an understanding between the two of them that I hold very close to my heart

#icemav #maverick #iceman #top gun #rec list #fic rec #tg #soooo many excellent fics in this fandom... i am being fed so well

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ssahotchnerr · 1 year

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hello sweet katie!! i hope ur well <3 not so much a request but more thoughts that are domestic specific :’)

thinking about sharing a bedroom with aaron & the intimacy of morning/bedtime routines :’) making the bed together in the morning, banter about who can use the shower/bathroom first, making coffee for one another, undressing/dressing together, laughing at each other in the mirror when your mouths are covered in toothpaste 💙💙

or the silent & gentle undressing of one another if it’s been a long day, running the shower/bath for the other, casual touches on the arm or waist to move one another to the side to reach a bathroom cabinet or something in a dresser drawer, pulling back the sheets/blanket to sleep together 🥰

also thinking about aaron knowing how you like your laundry folded, learning to cook your favorite meals because it makes you happy, bringing you not one but two bouquets of flowers so you can keep one in the house & one at work (if work allows :’)), sneaking extra snacks in the shopping cart at the grocery store to see if you’ll notice, picnics in the park with you & Jack during the warmer weather, kissing you in car just because 🦋🦋

idk just full of domestic feels & im sad that we didn’t get to see more of that side of him 🤧 if i think of anything more, i’ll share <3

au revoir for now, mon amie 😚

-🧡

everything you just said 😭 perfection.

the intimacy of waking up in the morning 🥹 it's a daily occurrence that aaron makes fun of you for hogging the blanket while the two of you are making the bed - it's always bunched up on your side. or every so often, you manage to take possession of aaron's pillow in the middle of the night. so when the two of you wake up, he's always so confused on how you managed to do that ??? like how do you possibly steal the pillow from underneath his head while sleeping 😭 and as the two of you are brushing your teeth, you both discuss your plans for the day <333 you have an appointment to go to, aaron has to attend a meeting that he's absolutely dreading, jack has a doctor's appointment, etc.. and if anyone else was listening, they wouldn't be able to comprehend any of it - the two of you are basically incoherent due to mouths filled with toothpaste/talking while brushing teeth, but since it's habit, and because both of you know each other like the back of your hand, you can understand each other perfectly 😭 AND whoever get's ready first gets to wake up jack, so the two of you are racing each other to do so hehe <3333 just 😭 you finishing first, then booking it out of your bedroom with aaron is trying to stop you by grabbing your waist from behind, both giggling like absolute idiots down the hall to jack's room 🥰 (i now have the desperate need to turn this into a whole fic omg omg)

aaron is a sucker for physical touch i'll say it forever 😭 he loves having a hand on you at all times - lingering touches, hand on your back as he passes, hand on your thigh during meals or in the car, or simply your hand in his. and he always finds a way to touch you, no matter where the two of you are <333 never needs a reason to kiss you, he'll plant one of you out of nowhere. hehe and every time he does any of that, you turn into a blushing mess, so that's only another reason for him to do so 🥹 and likewise, he loves showering/taking baths with you. just being close in all ways, shapes and forms >>>> and since work can call him away at any time :( he'll take advantage of all the time he gets with you, and throughout cases, he's looking forward to coming home to you and being attached to your hip once again <3

omg he's so mindful of your preferences it's insane. he picks up on things you don't even mention. the laundry example 😭 not only does he know your preferred way of folding, he knows exactly how you like it to be put away - what goes in what drawers, what gets put into drawers versus the closet, he even knows how you organize your shoes. when you opened a drawer after he put away laundry, very soon after you first moved in, you were absolutely astounded at what you found - socks tucked together next to your underwear, sleep shirts folded on the right side. specifically the right. and UGH your heart just about burst out of your chest because he just silently noticed that's how you like it, and so he'll make an effort - that's how it'll be <333

as for flowers 🤭😭 the two bouquets 😭 hehe your coworkers are always gushing how you have the most perfect man whenever there's fresh flowers on your desk, and how jealous they are their partners never think to do the same 😭 and sometimes those new flowers just randomly appear on your desk AHHH you immediately whip out your phone to text aaron - "flowers again?🥺" because no matter how many times you receive them, they'll always surprise you. and like the drunk in love idiot aaron is he always replies with something cheesy 🙄🥰 like 'anything for my flower. so glad you love them' 😭😭😭

thank you so much for sharing and please continue to do so!!!!!!!!!!! UGH the cm writers completely robbed us of domestic aaron it makes me so :( >:(

#🧡anon #aaron hotchner x reader #let's talk aaron <333333 #aaron hotchner #criminal minds #aaron hotchner imagine #criminal minds x reader #aaron hotchner fluff #criminal minds imagine #aaron hotchner x you

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🙌 isekaied into captain hero afo au!!! Please share some ideas if you want!

yes, I have some! gonna be messy as I'm still thinking through a lot of things but here we go.

for people who don't know the premise of this au is that after afo dies in canon he gets isekaied into the captain hero comic universe and wakes up as captain hero. he's forced to be a good hero and he's unable to do any evil deeds. even if he tries they somehow always turn out to be good in the end.

anyways I like to this au as it's afo at his most miserable. his attitude is mainly like why couldn't whatever power out there that forced him here just have let him just die? why force him through this humiliating tirade? theres praise from civilians which he finds sorta nice, but then he's reminded of how captain hero will suffer a humiliating defeat by the demon king and all the pain and strife he has to go through until he defeats him once and for all. pain and strife that afo will be forced to go through and he's going to have to defeat the guy he's admired and wanted to be like since he was a kid. he thinks he should've been made the demon king in this world, he's so upset about this more than anything he's forced to fight the demon king not to take his spot but only to stop him from doing more evil. the demon king would be so confused as to why the hero is always complimenting his work lol.

but I think it would be an interesting way to explore the man beneath the villain persona. we all know afo has made his whole identity about being villain, to the point where he only goes by afo and nothing else. so you put him in a situation where he no longer has his power, total control and in the body of a character he hates. well it'll be interesting to see afo's true colours shine through as the mask he's so carefully crafted throughout the years begins cracking more and he is at his most vulnerable.

and as I said yes yoichi also got isekaied as well, he actually got isekaied into the body of an upcoming journalist thats chases after captain hero and tries getting pictures of him and talk with him. yoichi enjoys the quiet life and freedom he has. he only got to enjoy one month away from afo before dying so he's enjoying his freedom. so you can imagine how he feels when he sees afo once again only in captain heroes hero suit. at first he laughs right in his face then tries to get away because that's the last person he wants to see right now. afo is so so so happy, happier than he's ever been and he kind of forces him into a hug. he can suffer anything as long as yoichi is there by his side. he's basically like even if I wanted to kidnap you and force you to stay by my side (I do), I can't because the rules of this universe won't allow me to so you're safe :). yoichi isn't amused, but after some arguing he decides he'll keep in contact with afo and even help him with some hero stuff.

afo and yoichi get to talk with each other without having to fight each other and it's awkward. they choose to avoid the topic of the past when trying to spend time together however it's hard to ignore the elephant in the room. eventually though they begin having some normal conversations and get to know each other better. it feels oddly domestic and strange, but it's nice in a way and it also makes afo slowly realize how much happier yoichi looks and how yoichi was more willing to open up to him when afo isn't forcing his presence and beliefs on him. he won't admit it, but it hurts to see how much better yoichi seems without him.

there is a catch to all this however, yoichi actually took the place of a character that dies during some point in the story. yoichi knows this detail because he read past the first three volumes, but afo doesn't know because he stopped reading after volume 3. yoichi doesn't tell him about this until later on which almost causes afo to have a meltdown at the thought of losing yoichi all over again. most of the conflict lies here, will they even be able to save yoichi or will he just die a terrible death once more? is afo forever going to be forced into the role of the hero or can he get out of it? putting afo into situations he feels completely helpless in and has to cooperate with yoichi, good stuff to me. can't rely on your previous methods of getting out of trouble so what will you do now that almost everything has been taken away from you? that's all I really got lol.

#debating as to whether yoichi should have the memories his vestige has or all this yoichi remembers is the pain of falling into pieces #- and dying/ pros and cons to each side so idk yet #as I said this is a loose set of ideas so its not that developed well so sorry if this is a little messy

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Omg your headcanon for Lancelot are great! I also got a headcanon for Lancelot....😗....he likes kissing Percival on his forehead when nobody is looking...😚🤭 got some more headcanons for Lancelot or any other character?

Aww thank you hun!!! And yes! I have a ton of more headcanons for other characters! Mainly for Meliodas, Ban, Elizabeth, and Elaine hehe

One more Lancelot headcanon tho that I forgot to mention, something that's kind of au-like but, since he was stuck with the Lady of the Lake for so long, he considers her like a mother almost. She was the one who was with him the entire time he was stuck wherever he was. Of course, had Master Jericho, but Lady of the Lake, /Mother/, was by his side, in his mind, whispering words of comfort in his ear and running her hidden fingers through his hair when he needed reassuring. She was a rock he didn't know he needed. But, she's also the reason for everything he hates about himself. It's why he avoids Benwick, why he doesn't come home. He can't face his mother---his /real/ mother, how could he, when he replaced her so easily?

Very much Stockholm syndromey for sure with the whole Lady of the Lake situation. He feels like he needs her even though she was the one keeping him trapped. He needs her like he needs a limb, but at the same time, he feels like he could make do with never seeing her again because he hates her for taking away those years he could've had with his parents, his uncles, his aunties, with /Tristan/---

But, that's a story for another day...

MELIODAS HEADCANONS HEHEHEHE

Meliodas is a VERY overprotective father. It might not seem like it at first, but he's extremely careful and watchful of his son. That's his baby. The one thing he's been waiting for for nearly three thousand years, the thing that brings him and Elizabeth eternal joy and happiness, the one thing that makes all of their suffering worth it.

When Tristan is born, Meliodas is like "dude I hit the jackpot first TRY" because holy shit THAT'S ELIZABETH REBORN...AGAIN! It's why they stopped at one---they don't need to try again bECAUSE HE ALREADY WON AHAHAHA

(Ban and Meliodas are like sobbing for joy together because they BOTH won man. Sons that look just like their mothers first, TRY. A millennia in purgatory was all worth it for THEM)

He's TERRIFIED of the thought of Tristan training with real weapons when he's a toddler though. Elizabeth is all for it, saying that he'd be fine and they'd be right there if anything happened. She was always willing to let Tristan have the freedom they never did---but Meliodas was biting his knuckles bloody because what if his little boy gets HURT??? Goddess healing or not, his precious boy would still be in pain!!!

Like I said, VERRYYYY overprotective but slowly tries to learn to let go and let his son be his own, although as Tristan grows up, he mistakes his father's overprotectiveness for disappointment and doubt in his own child. But, Tristan couldn't be more wrong...

Hehe onto Elizabeth!

She is a boy mom. A boy. Mom. Not them toxic boy moms, a BOY MOM. She dresses her son up in pretty little outfits when he's a newborn through his toddler ages, almost like a cute tiny doll. He has two entire wardrobes filled with frilly dresses and adorable little fluffy blouses by the time he's four. She braids his hair, lets it grow long and longer still. Ties his silver locks into ponytails, or buns, and even puts little accessories on his head here and there. Tristan surprises her with how much he seems to love it---or maybe it's because his mother's attention is solely focused on him.

SHE IS THE QUEEN OF BRITANNIA! I'm sorry but making Meliodas King makes absolutely no sense to me...probably bc I'm a hardcore ASOIAF fan so seeing a daughter who is technically in line for throne get cast aside by a random male protagonist with no claim whatsoever makes me lose my mind lmfao. BUT SHE IS THE QUEEN! She handles diplomatic and domestic issues all throughout the kingdom meanwhile Meliodas is in charge of the military, trade routes, training Holy Knights, and other little things that the Queen doesn't need to be involved with.

She acts more like the Elizabeth we meet at the beginning of the series, a little more reserved and a little shyer but she will stand her ground and be the Queen her kingdom needs when the time calls for it.

Nakaba, I like you sometimes and all, but that god awful, horrible, eye traumatizing DRESS you put that beautiful woman in is a crime against women. I WON'T STAND FOR IT! Elizabeth wears the most REGAL ELEGANT gowns. Thinking more of victorian and medieval fashion slapped together with some Targaryen fashion sprinkled in as well. She WILL be dressed beautifully with a silver band that wraps around her head with little jewels and crystals hanging from it. Meliodas has a gold band with a single gem, indicating his status as the Prince-Consort to the Queen, and then Tristan has a silver band like his mother with sapphires and pearls, indicating HIS status as the Crown Prince of Britannia and biological relation to the Queen of Britannia.

Oh, final thing. BAN, MELIODAS, ELIZABETH, AND ELAINE HAVE ALL HAD A FOURSOME AT LEAST ONCE I DON'T MAKE THE RULES I'M MERELY A PAWN IN NAKABA'S GAME

okay okay I'm so sorry I went on a tangent BUT I HOPE YOU ENJOYED! I love answering asks so keep them coming! Feel free to ask about Half Light as well! I'd love to chat about it!

#nanatsu no taizai #mokushiroku no yonkishi #the seven deadly sins #the four knights of the apocalypse #tristan liones #meliodas #elizabeth liones #4kota #lancelot #ban the undead #ban nnt #elaine #nnt meliodas #nnt manga #nnt #meliodas nnt

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park-jimin-isnt-real · 2 years

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𝔂𝓸𝓾'𝓻𝓮 𝓶𝔂 𝓸𝓷𝓵𝔂 𝓰𝓲𝓻𝓵

♡ pairing: yoongi x reader (established relationship) ♡ rating: G ♡ genre: domestic fluff ♡ au: summer job ♡ tw: n/a ♡ wc: ~0.8k ♡ track: Miss Right ~ BTS: “I told you many qualifications about my Miss Right, but why you’re my Miss Right is… you are… just you.”

♡ summary: Yoongi specifically took this day off of work because he knew you needed to take a day off. So let him take care of you, goddammit.

♡ an: thanks to @daydreamer-writing for creating this prompt for me. i love you!! this is also going to be a kind of sequel to sugarplum sweetheart, but you don't need to have read that one first. 14 Valen-tans Days masterlist ♡♡ main masterlist

Yoongi woke up to an empty bed and the smell of coffee brewing from the kitchen. He groaned, squeezing his eyes shut as he blindly reached for his phone to check the time. He wasn't even fully awake and the sun hadn't even fully risen yet, and there were already at least two things wrong with the day: coffee was brewing, and the bed was empty.

Yoongi loved you. Yoongi loved you so much that sometimes he didn't know what to do with himself. He forever owed Jimin and his girlfriend for introducing the two of you. You fit together like puzzle pieces or movies and popcorn or a thousand other things he could compare you to.

Right now, however, he was comparing you to an alarm that he thought he turned off but it somehow was still ringing.

You worked as a daycare teacher throughout the year, but you picked up a second job during the summer to make some extra money in the flourishing tourist scene. The problem is that Yoongi would describe you as a workaholic who didn't stop until someone forced you to.

Sighing, tossed his phone to the side and sat up. Today was supposed to be your day off. Yoongi had taken this day off specifically to make sure that you didn't do anything too strenuous. You were right on the verge of working yourself to sickness, and he told you last night that you couldn't get out of bed until after he did.

He knew you felt guilty when you spent time resting, but that was why he was here.

Yoongi walked quietly to the kitchen and took a moment just to watch you. The coffee was done and you were sipping at it slowly while you were dancing around preparing breakfast. You looked like a mess, but you were a hot mess and you were all his.

You needed to go back to bed and get some more sleep.

He padded across the floor and draped himself across your back as you mixed the pancake batter. You let out a quiet giggle. "You're not usually up this early."

"And I told you not to be up this early and that I would take care of things today." He didn't have to be looking at you to know you were rolling your eyes.

"I'm fine, Yoonie," you insisted, trying to hide a sniff. "It's just breakfast."

It was Yoongi's turn to roll his eyes at you. He reached around you to gently pull the whisk from your hand. "And I will finish this while you go back to sleep."

You turned around in his arms and wrapped yours around his shoulders. Yoongi could so clearly see the dark circles beneath your eyes. You needed rest, why were you being so stubborn?

(If the tables were turned, you'd be thinking the same things about him. You had pulled Yoongi from his studio after not seeing him for four days straight, usually with Hobi or Namjoon for backup).

"Yoonie~~" you drew out, "I'm fine, I promise. I'm capable of making breakfast."

"That's not what I said." He kissed the tip of your nose. "Jagiya, this is your first day off in months. Please let me take care of you this time."

He wasn't playing fair. Yoongi knew how hard it was for you to accept help from others, but he also knew you had a hard time telling him no when he so gently begged.

You sighed and laid your head on his shoulders. "I'll go back to bed after breakfast." Yoongi let out a small chuckle. That was fair. The batter was already made, and he didn't want the coffee to go cold. Although, between the two of you, even if it did it wouldn't go to waste.

"Alright, but no more coffee for you."

"Fine." You made no effort to move, content to be leaning against your boyfriend, and said boyfriend normally wouldn't mind, but—

"Jagiya, I need to move so I can make you breakfast." You groaned, but let him go, going to sit down at the table. "I'll be fast, okay? And then I'll wrap myself around you like a koala and we'll take an amazing morning nap together." You let out a sound of agreement and rested your head on your arms.

Yoongi worked quickly, whipping up and cooking the pancakes, even adding some scrambled eggs and bacon. He wasn't going to just let you have some basic-ass breakfast, he was going to go all out for you. You more than deserved it.

Right as he started plating the food to deliver to you, he heard a small snore behind him. Yoongi turned, and you were fast asleep, hunched over on the table. He let out a breathy laugh and set the plate down on the counter.

He gently shook you just awake enough to help you walk back to the bedroom and climb into bed. Hurrying back to the kitchen, he wrapped everything up and stored it in the fridge. Breakfast for lunch sounded just as good.

Then Yoongi went back to join you in bed, wrapping himself around you like a koala, and decided he could use a nap today too.

thanks for reading!!

#bts #bts fic #bts fanfic #bts writing #bts valentines event #writing event #14 valen tans days #yoongi x reader #yoongi drabble #yoongi fluff #domestic yoongi #monfics

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Shameful Attraction (CEO! Sukuna x Female Reader~NSFW~Part 3)

Pairings: CEO!Sukuna x fem!reader x fiance!Toji (Non-Curse AU)

Synopsis: You've been in a long-term relationship with Toji from high school, who is the love of your life. Well, sometimes he is... You turn a blind eye to all of the heartaches he seems to deliberately bring upon you and the relationship. Despite his actions, you've remained loyal and true. That is, until Sukuna, a CEO and your new boss, draws you into an affair.

CW/TW: This story has moments of mistreatment and abuse in it. There are references all throughout about this behavior—Hitting, name-calling, degradation, hiding bruises, domestic violence, sexual assault, being drugged/unaware, cheating, unfaithfulness etc. Also, reader is thin/underweight, unprotected sex, fingering, pet names (i.e., doll, pretty thing, little one, princess, etc.), praise kink. Mentions of depression and thoughts of suicide in later chapters.

THIS CHAPTER SPECIFICALLY CONTAINS SEXUAL ASSAULT/DOMESTIC VIOLENCE.

Wordcount: 9.5k+

(Previous, Part 2)

~That opportunity for a good time came back, and unlike before, you accepted Sukuna's offer to go out with him. And what a night it was! This incredibly sexy man introduced you to things you never knew were possible. Unfortunately, good things must come to an end.~

Friday, 3:57 AM

Comfort suddenly turned to terror amid your sleep as the constant chiming of your phone in the distance awoke you. You sat upright in the foreign bed at an alarming rate while struggling to catch your breath. This wasn't your bed? No, that's right, you went home with someone. Oh god, you went home with someone? The sound rang out again, and you swallowed hard at the realization it was Toji messaging you. He was going to know about this. There wasn't a doubt in your mind. How could you have done such a thing like this?

How could you be so stupid and believe there wouldn't be a consequence? He'd beat you within an inch of your life or worse. Going to bed with some other man out of spite; had your lost your mind?

"You alright, doll?" Sukuna's deep and timbre voice relaxed you like a surprisingly warm hug, and you looked down at him in the darkness while one of his hands caressed your back gently. God, he sounded so sexy even while half asleep. "I just got startled awake.” you spoke quietly, focusing on the warmth of his hand on your skin. His touch was so different than Toji's, so comforting and reassuring. Toji's hands always felt rough, aggressive, and controlling. At least, now they seemed that way. Before, it all just seemed normal. The man next to you sat up, pinching the inner corners of his eyes while yawning, and you looked at him in awe and admiration. There was once a time that you looked at Toji this way, and the fact that he used to return the affection was enough to make you feel ill at the moment. At least, you thought he returned the affection. "I didn't mean to wake you." You said quietly, looking away from those gorgeous eyes and down to the blankets where your hands fumbled together. You needed to get your phone, but you were terrified to see what messages could be on it. When there was a moment of silence, you looked ahead out of the floor-to-ceiling windows, admiring the view. It was a bit too bright to really see any stars in the sky, but the lit-up buildings spanned out like a sea from the window. There was much more outside on the balconies too that you were curious about, but those would have to remain unknown for now. "I'm jealous of this view." You mumbled with a small laugh before looking at him again. He had an arm resting atop his bent knee, looking out the window for a moment as well and then gave a slight shrug. "Some of my other places have much better views." "Other places? Like, you have another home besides this?" That charming smile spread across his face as he turned his gaze to you. "Oh, sweetheart. Your naivety is adorable." You blushed while looking down at the blankets again, unsure how to respond to such information. "Why-never mind." You said, trying not to pry. "Why do I have so many homes?" He assumed casually. "Because I travel around often, and hotels aren't preferable when I'm in a place for several months at a time. And, simply because I can afford it." His grin turned into a cocky smirk as he leaned over to you. "Besides, it's more impressive to wake up to such a nice view like this, isn't it?" "Are you talking about the view out of a big window or the view of yourself?" You teased, and he chuckled while hooking a finger up under your chin, turning your face towards his as he brought his lips towards yours. "Which do you prefer?" He whispered, and you parted your lips in anticipation. Hearing the sound of your phone again, though, almost like a demand for you to respond, your body automatically gave a slight shudder, and you moved back in worry.

The man in your life was demanding your attention, and you were blatantly ignoring him while in another man's bed. "I’ll be right back.” You sighed while getting out of bed and slipping your shirt back on.

Rummaging through your purse by the elevator door, it had chimed several more times, only spiking your panic. 13 missed calls and 15 unread text messages. That's not good. -"Hey."- -missed call- -"The fuck, answer me." -missed call- -missed call- -missed call- -"Are you fucking ignoring me? Answer your fucking phone."- -missed call- -missed call- -"Fucking answer."- -"I'm not playing with you. Answer the goddamn phone."- -missed call- -"Pretending you don't hear the phone? Where the fuck are you right now that you can't hear it?"- -missed call- -missed call- -missed call- -missed call- -"I'll beat your fucking ass if you don't stop ignoring me."- -"If I call that hotel, you better fucking be there."- -missed call- -missed call- -"Not even answering the hotel phone? Are you kidding me right now?"- -"Where the fuck are you?"- -"Answer"- -"This"- -"Goddamn"- -"Phone"- -"NOW”-

Reading the notifications as quickly as possible, the blood drained from your face, leaving you cold and trembling. In the middle of your calling back, he sent another text, and you swallowed hard to prepare for the conversation you were about to have.

Stay calm. Don't react.

Stay calm, and don't react.

A mantra you've recited a million times already. The ring barely lasted a moment before his growl came through the other end.

["Before you open your fucking mouth. Just know there isn't anything you can say right now to keep me from locking you up in the fucking crate when you get home. You understand me?"] ["Y-yes, I'm sorry-"] ["Save your bullshit apology. You know the fucking rules. You answer this phone when I call. I don't give a fuck if you're sleeping. It should never take that long for you to hear the fucking ringing. I mean, did you turn it on silent or something like a stupid bitch?"] ["N-no. I just didn't hear it."] ["'Just didn't hear it.'"] He mocked you and then scoffed. ["And the hotel phone? You couldn't hear that either? Unless you're not actually at that hotel?"] ["Of course I'm at the hotel."] His brief silence on the other end of the line frightened you, as you hadn't thought of him calling the hotel room before agreeing to stay the night with Sukuna. Fuck, it's not like you knew how any of this was supposed to work. ["So if I call your hotel room right after this, you'll be there and able to answer the phone?"] ["...No. I won't answer it 'cause I'm trying to sleep. I have to get up early too. You're talking to me now."] You knew that was not the answer he'd want to hear, which would most likely earn you more punishment, but the alternative was him finding out you weren't there. There'd be more hell to pay if he knew where you were right now, and what you had just done. You really messed up this time... ["Fine. Fine. But I'm still beating your ass when you get home. You got that?"] ["Yes..."] Hearing Sukuna walk up behind you, you tensed and pressed the phone harder to your ear, hoping he wouldn't hear anything that Toji was saying.

["Tch...You know I have to do this cause you're mine, right? I can't let you get any thoughts of trying to leave me again."] ["I know.] Toji was always more bark than bite, but when he finally snapped at moments, it was some of the worst pain and most agonizing fear you'd ever experience. Usually, he'd threaten you into submission, and you'd get off lucky with only a few shoves and some slaps. Other times he'd see red and go off on you in the worst way possible. Like always, he hung up immediately after, making you simultaneously sad and angry. You slung your phone down into your bag before holding a hand over your face, trying not to cry. "He seems to become more charming each phone call," Sukuna said with obvious satire from behind you. You were lucky he hadn't been able to hear anything that Toji had said, but judging how you were replying, it was clear it wasn't a good conversation. "He was just really worried 'cause I didn't answer. It's not his fault that he was upset." You mumbled in response while wrapping your arms across your chest. "God, I feel bad.” "For what? Being asleep and not hearing the phone?" "No, for, I don't know." you murmured while offering a defeated shrug, wiping your eyes. "It's just; sometimes I feel like he doesn't even..." Don't say it, that's not something you wanted to admit to yourself. He was still with you, so he must love you. You'd been with him for years; of course he loved you. If he didn't care, he wouldn't be so upset. But. "Just feels like he doesn't love me the same anymore." you sighed despairingly. "I try to do so much for him, but I just keep messing up. Like nothing makes him happy anymore. I can't say or do anything right. It's so damn exhausting." You groaned while rubbing your face in anger and also instant guilt. Why are you telling this gorgeous man your problems? It's probably not anything he wanted to hear. "I'm sorry, I just, I don’t know.” Taking a breath, you gave a small laugh while looking up at him. For a moment, you had expected him to look bored, or even a bit uncomfortable at your sudden little outburst; but he wasn't displaying any of that.

"What keeps you from leaving?"

Leave? Leave Toji? Of course, that idea had come to mind numerous times. In fact, you had left him before—several times. One time you stayed with a friend for a night to get away, resulting in Toji breaking down their front door to drag you back home. They tried to call the cops, but you didn't want the situation to worsen and just left willingly. Another time you fled to a hotel for a couple of days after he beat you so badly you couldn't open one of your eyes. Coming back to your room one night, you found Toji sitting on the bed, waiting for you. Another time you attempted to leave, you took the train as far as possible. Away from anyone you knew or anyone Toji knew. But, just like always, it took him only a short time to find you. He always found you. He would always be so gentle when he got you back home too. That's when he was the sweetest. Suddenly you’d mean the world to him. And he'd let you know he was terrified of you not being in his life. To give him another chance. That he doesn't mean what he does, you're just so perfect he panics at the thought of losing you. No one could ever love him as you do.

Unfortunately, you could not explain this without extreme shame or embarrassment, especially to a guy like Sukuna.

After a moment of still looking up at him while lost in your thoughts, you tossed your arms around his neck to kiss his lips with an aching desire. Thinking of Toji just tore your heart into pieces, but getting attention from this man provided the relief you needed from the pain. It was wrong, it was so wrong to use him to feel better, wasn't it? To use sex and attention from some stranger to feel something that wasn't just grief and agony?

He certainly didn't seem to mind, though.

It didn't take long for him to bring you back to his room and drop you down onto the bed. He stole your breath through rough kisses while moving over your body, pinning your wrists into the blankets. Your eager whines filled the room as he rolled his hips down into yours, letting out a growl of excitement. "Please…" you begged, body writhing up from the bed as his lips trailed down your neck. "You want this cock again, already so soon?" He teased through that gruff, low voice, sending chills through your veins. He flipped you over to your stomach and patted your ass quickly as a command to lift yourself for him. As the obedient woman you were, there wasn't a second of hesitation. "Still so needy, I see." He chuckled and suddenly nipped at your ass, making you squeak before he continued. The pure intensity of pressure that filled you as he pushed himself inside made your jaw fall open weakly, with soft and nearly pathetic whines emitting from it. The honest look of pleasure upon his face from your walls sucking him in made you almost cum, hardly able to handle how fucking hot he was. You could feel how tense his body was, but he was also mindful of his pace, taking his time not to hurt you. As your head was turned to try and look at him, he kissed the side of your face tenderly, sinking further into your heat. He dwarfed your body beneath his, encompassing you in comfort and security as his arms were on either side of you. "Sukuna..." you whined softly, closing your eyes while wincing from the ache. The emotions you felt all over again made you want to cry, and you wrapped one of your arms around his to hold on.

His body leaned over yours as he started to fuck you relentlessly from behind, each thrust forcing a yelp from your throat. Your hips sank into the bed, and you grabbed onto the pillows in front of you, moaning as you slowly brought them to yourself, your mind already numb. You just needed something to hold and bury your face into, so embarrassed from the squelching of your desperate pussy. A smirk tugged at his lips as he kissed the side of your head and cheek, not letting up on how rough he was being. One of those large hands slipped under your jaw to lift your face from the pillows, and you did your best to look up at him, little tears trickling from your dove eyes. Seeing that incredibly sexy smile with sharpened canines had you panting and clamping down harder on his thrusting cock, sending your mind into a spiral. "Is my pretty little thing enjoying herself?" You could only manage a quick nod before he let your face drop back into the pillows. He chuckled at your soft whimpers, loving how easily he drove you to a trembling mess full of unbearable pleasure again so soon. The creaking of the bed is what did you in, as it only happened once he started pounding into you so hard that you began to drool. He let your face remain in the pillows as you held onto them tightly, hiding your screams from cumming so hard. "Fuck yes, that's it..." he groaned into your neck, bucking into you without mercy while chasing his own release.

You were already in trouble with Toji; no way around it. So you might as well enjoy yourself as much as possible before having to go home.

Friday, 4:30 PM

Letting out a deep, ragged sigh as the train pulled into the station close to your home, you clenched your bag, waiting for the moment you could exit the train, not that you wanted to.

Sukuna had let you stay in bed after he literally put you back to sleep. He left you to rest and completed any work he needed from his home office. You felt embarrassed to have slept so late into the afternoon, sprawled across his comfortable bed like a spent hooker. Still, he assured you it was alright, you were tired, and he couldn't resist claiming to be part of the reason for your exhaustion, which was a significant contributor. He didn't bring up what you had said about Toji, and you were so thankful for it. You never just spilled anything like that to anyone, and you were worried about how that made you appear. Probably just some whiny woman who over-exaggerated their problems.

Though you had tried to deny it, Sukuna made lunch for the both of you, him not letting you leave without something to eat. He offered to drive you back to the hotel to get anything you left in the room and check out, and then he would take you to the train station when it was time for your departure.

Sitting in his car after already thanking him profusely for everything, you stared at the train station, eyes almost glossed over as if you could cry at any moment. Fuck, you didn't want to go home. You didn't want to head back to it all. Hearing your name in Sukuna's voice so softly, you turned to look at him and gave an embarrassed smile. "Sorry, was just lost in thought." you laughed nervously, picking up your purse and bag from the floorboard.

His brows pinched together slightly, but he exited from his side of the vehicle when the door was opened for him. The driver came to your side shortly after and opened the door before moving out of the way for Sukuna. Taking hold of his hand that was offered down to you to help you out, you grasped onto it eagerly, pulling yourself up and out of his car, wiggling your legs slightly to make sure your skirt was properly down all the way and not accidentally lifted in the back or something.

"Thank you again so much." you smiled, unable to keep looking at him for long. Bringing your hand to his mouth, he gently let his lips touch your skin, kissing it softly. "Thank you, doll."

Stammering at his actions and feeling your heartbeat elevate through your chest, you could only look to the side bashfully.

"I'll see you Monday, in the office, pretty thing." he chuckled before he released your hand and gestured you should head to your train, so you didn't miss it.

Glancing back as you had gotten some distance from him, you had expected he would have already gotten back into the vehicle, but instead, he was leaning against the side of his car, lifting an arm slightly to give a wave as he noticed you looking back to him. A tear finally escaped from the corner of your eye as you lifted your hand anxiously to return his wave before entering the station, him no longer in view.

Now sitting in your seat, only minutes from home, your breath was seized up in your throat from fear, knowing Toji would go off on you the second you walked in.

'What keeps you from leaving?'

You were terrified for your safety.

Sukunas POV~

Watching her leave brought an odd feeling to his chest. Almost like he was troubled to see her go. Such strange emotions were foreign to him. Was he, missing her? A preposterous thought. She was just another woman he easily charmed and got into his bed. She was easy like all the others. Making a woman flustered with compliments and an expensive date wasn't difficult, not for him anyway. He saw a pretty face and got what he wanted per usual. She was just another woman in another city he got to fuck. If that was the case, why did he feel worried that she had to return home? Why did the look of sadness on her face make him concerned for what she might be going through? Watching the city pass by the window as he rode in the car, his thoughts were complicated and unorganized. He glanced to the unoccupied seat next to him, wondering why it felt so empty. Many women had sat there. Many women had bounced on his lap in these seats, given him head or even been pinned down as he fucked them mindlessly. And truth be told, he couldn't really recall most of their names or faces. Not that he cared to do so anyway. But her face was so vivid in his thoughts, and her name sounded so sweet as it fell from his lips. Mentioning her name to himself in the silence, he smirked at the action. It wasn't usual for him to be interested in someone he took to bed, but he couldn't get her out of his thoughts...

Heading into the office before going home, Sukuna was met with one of his associates, Nanami, on his way out. "Bit of elation upon your face, mind filling me in?" Nanami questioned while holding the door open for his boss to enter the building. "It's nothing serious, if you're curious about that." "Doesn't matter what it pertains to, seeing your genuine smile is a rarity. That's what I'm curious about." Sukuna chuckled at his associates words while heading to the elevator to go up the few flights to the executive floor with his main office. Naturally, Nanami accompanied him, briefly going over the events for the day and what awaits his boss for Monday. "Well, leave that work at my desk. I'll have my assistant check it out Monday. I need to make sure she knows what to look for." "Oh, I assume the interview yesterday was successful then? Heard she dumped coffee all over both of you. I imagined you kicking her to the curb instantly." "I thought of it. But then of course I had a better idea." Sukuna said as the elevator let them out to the office suite. "Please tell me that's not the reason she got the job." Nanami groaned, not wanting a mindless bimbo around the office. "How insulting your assumptions are." Sukuna laughed while arriving at the door to his personal office, unlocking it and pushing it open. The room immediately illuminated at his presence. Special lighting that directed their glow onto business awards and expensive pieces of art came on slowly, their rays being gentle. A large black and gray stone wall behind his desk was lit up, the small beams of light coming through carefully placed openings to make the piece modern and sharp. Nanami took his seat in one of the black leather armchairs facing Sukuna's desk and let out a bit of a sigh, still troubling over what woman his boss just hired. A decanter of scotch sat on a carved table nearby and he seriously considered getting a drink. It had been a long enough week already. "Enlighten me then, on who this woman is." "She's my assistant that's all there is to it, one that finally has the competence of what I need. She's a bit shy, but her resume proves she excels at what she does. Seems genuine enough, not some pretentious idiot who expects an easy job." "Despite the coffee incident?" "Well, she made it up to me. A couple of times already." He gave a throaty chuckle while logging into his laptop, making Nanami shake his head and reach for that decanter. "This won't turn out to be another MeiMei situation I hope." Sukunas fingers twitched lightly at the name, though he didn't look over to his associate. The gorgeous woman at his main office location in Kyoto was someone he cared not to fill his mind with. They had their past, a bit of history, but that was long over. A fallout that Sukuna nearly let get to him. No woman was going to bring him down like that again, he made sure of it. Despite their differences, she was money hungry and driven. And he could always depend she'd keep the cash flow smooth. "She's nothing like MeiMei." He started, reading over emails and marking which were important and which could wait. "Besides, you know I'm not interested in an ordeal like that again." Nanami nodded in agreement and set a glass of scotch down on Sukunas desk while taking a drink of his own. "So you've said. But I've not seen that look upon your face since you hired MeiMei. Quite chipper looking..." "I found a capable assistant and a good fuck all in one, so sue me."

Your POV~

Upon arriving at your apartment door, your knuckles nearly turned white from clutching your bag and purse tightly. Before you could even fully open the door, you could hear the laughs and tiny giggles of other people in your apartment. He had company over? Maybe he had calmed down and wasn't going to do anything after all; sometimes, you got lucky. Slipping inside quietly, you were briefly alarmed to see Toji's cousin, Naoya, and his best friend, Geto, sitting in the living room with two women you'd never seen before. They had food and drinks everywhere, and the place was a complete mess. Toji was amongst them, encouraging the guys to a few more rounds of shots. Once the door clicked shut, your fiancé glanced over and raised a shot glass in your direction, a half-drunken grin on his face at your arrival. "Oh-ho-ho! There's my little princess." You gave a forced smile to him and the others, but your stomach twisted in knots when the two women looked over you as if you were beneath them. They shared a hushed whisper while laughing and looking back, and you rolled your eyes, feeling completely uncomfortable. They were so dolled up; you wouldn't be surprised if they were a couple of escorts. Naoya was a pig of a man who put his dick in more random women than he did his wife, and you wanted to be disgusted by it, but after last night, were you any different now?

Crossing your arms tightly across your chest, you walked through the kitchen to head towards your bedroom, not caring to be included in this company. Whenever he had the guys over for the night, you always woke up the following day feeling so ill and weak, and you couldn't ever figure out why. Probably because, at some point, you knew Toji would demand you drink with them, and you, of course, had to comply and get drunk with them.

You scoffed upon hearing more snickers from the women as you went into your room, ignoring Toji's efforts to come to drink with him. Setting your bag down on the bed to unpack it, a small package inside caught your attention by surprise. Carefully pulling it out, you opened the lid from the container and suddenly felt your heart flutter at the contents inside. A little bento with egg over rice was nestled inside with a cooling pack, and you hiccupped through a small and sudden sob. Sukuna packed you some food to return home with? Was he even real?

Glancing back to the bedroom door quickly, you watched carefully, knowing Toji would take it away from you if he saw it. Tossing aside any manners, you quickly ate it like an animal desperate to get a meal in. Since Toji had the guys over, he wouldn't be having an actual dinner, and you weren't allowed to eat without him. Opening the closet to put your bag away, you froze upon seeing the crate Toji had mentioned over the phone. The lock was still secured, and a pile of junk was atop it, as usual, meaning he didn't prepare it. It didn't happen often, and it had been a long time since he shoved you into the crate as punishment. A lot of the time, you brought it upon yourself. Right? If you just did what he wanted or told you to do, there wouldn't be any consequences. He was the man of the household, and it was your job to be obedient and listen. Unfortunately, there were times you couldn't seem to do anything right for your fiancé.

Not long after your secret meal, Toji strolled into the bedroom, asking why you were not joining the fun. You had given up on denying him years ago, just accepting his demands. There was less fighting that way, and since you were already walking on thin ice with him, making him angry was the worst thing you could do now. As usual, you took your place on the couch next to him, forcing a few smiles and laughs at whatever was going on, and you tried not to put yourself down in the presence of the other women. Their fake laughs and giddiness were beyond annoying at a certain point, and you just wanted everyone out of your home. But you knew Toji was doing this on purpose, and for that, you couldn't expect relief to come any time soon. This was better than being shoved into the crate, or hit, at least.

The stench of alcohol wafted through the small apartment as the guys tried to out-drink each other, with the women cheering and pressuring more. Occasionally, Toji would turn to you on the couch and pull you into a deep and sloppy kiss, his hands roaming your body despite your small efforts to get him to stop. It was embarrassing to be slobbered on in front of other people, yet he never cared. The situation worsened when you felt his hand come up underneath your skirt. You whined through his lips, pulling your head back and pushing his hand from your sensitive areas. "Toji." you were flustered and uneasy with his actions, but he never took it seriously. "Oh, stop it; you're too uptight." "You have company over right now.” You mumbled while crossing your arms and turning your head, upset he could be so blunt and inappropriate with people able to see. "And? They're gonna fuck those women, so let me have fun with you." "Stop, please." you persisted, gently holding his hand. "It's embarrassing." He watched you for a moment before letting out a bored sigh and pinching the bridge of his nose. "Fine, fine.” "Damn, don't be such a boring bitch." Naoya snorted while rolling his eyes at your discomfort.

“Yeah don’t be a boring bitch.” Toji cooed in a mocking tone. His arm around you shook you slightly to get you to laugh, and on queue, you did as he expected, trying not to be upset any more than you already were. He was teasing and having fun, nothing you needed to be so offended about. Right? Before, all of this seemed so easy to block out and go with the motions, but not now; it wasn't easy to zone out. This behavior from Toji was something you had been used to for so long, and you felt it was customary to a certain point. This is just how guys were, so you looked over most of it; just thankful to have someone.

But, Sukuna didn't act like this. At all. Even when he was drinking, he was polite and considerate. And when he laid you down in his bed, he displayed control and comfort when you needed it. Damn, he even stopped when you needed him to. And there wasn't some hurtful teasing to accompany it. And how he hugged you when you were crying afterward couldn't have been typical. It was probably because it was just a hookup, and he could pretend to be admirable for a short while. You couldn't honestly expect someone who spent years with you to maintain a nice facade for so long. People got angry and had emotions, and Toji was allowed to express those. Going through this was normal, wasn't it? It was the trade-off with a long-term relationship. You got to have companionship and someone to go home to, so dealing with their bad days was expected and required.

For the next few hours, you did your best to consider Toji's feelings and play along when he joked with you or tried to grope you. Since you were off being a tramp last night, this shouldn't have been an issue. Naoya had eventually made you a drink, and you were expected to take it as usual. It's not how you wanted to spend this night, but you tried to be the excellent fiance that Toji expected.

Saturday, 12:14 AM

"T-Toji..." "Just be still, princess." "Mmm...w-what are you doing..?" "Just having some fun." You couldn't move; that much was obvious. Your head felt like it weighed a thousand pounds, and you tugged at your wrists to no avail. "I'm stuck..." "We want you stuck." "We..?" Your question remained unanswered, but you felt lips come to your neck, and you whimpered softly at the touch. You must have been entirely out of it cause it felt like his hands were all over your body. "You're being such a good girl, aren't you?" You gave a weak nod while trying to open your eyes, but you could only see darkness. "Toji...I-I'm sorry...for not answering the phone earlier." "That's okay, princess. You're being forgiven." "It hurts..." you sniffled as pain rattled your body, and you tried to move away from the unrelenting sensations. "S-stop, please..." "Shut your mouth. You know you like this anyway. Your pretty pictures show that you do." Your pictures?

“Fuck, feels better than my wife’s cunt.”

“Pussy that you pay for always feels better.”

“So long as you guys wanna keep handing over the cash, she’s always yours to enjoy.”

“Toji, it hurts…” "Next time, make that drink a bit stronger. She's talking too much." "Well, the last time I did that, she didn't wake up for a couple of days." "So?" "T-Toji...who, who else is h...here..?" "No one. Just go back to sleep already."

As usual, a headache woke you abruptly from your sleep, and you groaned in discomfort while sitting up and holding your head. With the bedroom door wide open, you could tell that the TV was still on in the living room, and Toji wasn't in bed with you. You frowned at the sight of your naked body, wondering why Toji would have undressed you and then just put you in the bedroom. Wrapping your robe around your body, you slowly walked out of the room, feeling weak and tired. Naoya was sitting on the couch, one of the women hanging onto him while watching TV with him, and the other woman was sitting alone while texting on her phone. You didn't see Geto or Toji, but judging by the empty beer cans and bottles everywhere, they probably ran out of alcohol and went to get some more. The woman sitting alone looked up at you once she noticed your presence, and you quickly turned away, not wanting to see her giggle at you anymore for the night. Just wanting some water, you quietly went to the kitchen, trying to block the light from your eyes as it worsened the headache. Standing at the sink while sipping water from a glass, you noticed one of the women approach, and you inwardly groaned. "Are you okay?" She whispered, her expression soft and concerned, contrasting how she looked down on you earlier when you got home. "I'm okay; just a headache, is all." You shrugged it off, now washing out your cup. "...Does it happen often?" Looking at her in confusion, you crossed your arms over your chest and waited for her to explain more. "What are you talking about? The headaches? Probably cause I had too much to drink and-" "No, don't you remember anything?" "Remember what?" You questioned, a bit of concern now swirling in your tone. Before she could speak again, you heard the front door open, and the guys stumbled back in, laughing and carrying a couple more cases of beer. When the woman's attention was distracted, you slipped past her to go back to your room, just wanting to fall asleep again. You honestly had no idea what the woman was talking about, and you weren't sure if you even cared to find out. You just needed some more sleep.

Saturday, 1:30 AM

Luckily you could sneak back into the room without Toji noticing, and you hoped he would leave you alone for the rest of the night. You got your phone from your purse and sat up on the bed, trying to ignore the loud commotion already starting up again in the living room, even through the now closed door.

Unlocking your phone and seeing a notification pop up from about an ago, your eyes light up immediately.

-"Evening, pretty thing, just wanted to thank you for letting me take you out last night. I hope you enjoyed yourself."- Trembling fingers held onto your phone, and it didn't take long for a few drops of fallen tears to cover the little glowing screen as your eyes read the words. Damn, you already missed him so much? It was just a hookup, people do these things all the time. It would be best if you didn't miss him...He was your boss after all, you needed to stay professional.

Sitting at the bar with some nameless woman who was trying to tell him a dramatic story that he wasn't the least bit interested in, Sukuna had pulled out his phone to message the woman he preferred to be talking to right now. With you being on his mind all day and disturbing him for it, he decided he'd clear his head and find someone else to have and move on again, not wanting to stray from that easy and mindless routine he had.

Unfortunately, after he charmed a woman at the bar, he found himself not paying attention to her at all and, more often than not, only thinking about how you looked the night prior, how your smile and laugh were so delightful to see and hear, and how satisfied he made you feel through the night.

-"Evening, sir." you couldn't resist the little pet name, laughing lightly as you typed out the rest of your message, sniffling as the pain in your head and heart suddenly subsided, euphoria washing over you in an instant.

-"I truly enjoyed myself; thank you so much for the good time. I honestly appreciated everything you did for me. And I do mean everything."- You didn't expect a reply, but it still felt nice to get a message from him. Too bad you didn't see it sooner.

Looking down at his phone upon seeing your message come through, Sukuna grinned while opening it to read what you sent, cocking a brow at the last part. "Oh, is that so?" he chuckled to himself, his canines revealing themselves through his widened grin.

"Um, hello, are you even listening to me?" A hand waved at him to get his attention, but he remained looking down at his phone, typing out his response.

-"Ah, well, it was my pleasure, doll. Perhaps you'd allow me the honor to treat you to another night out again sometime."-

Shifting his eyes up to the woman he was sitting with, who had an angry scowl on her face, he sighed lightly. "Honestly, I can't recall a thing that has come from your mouth except for nonstop, irritating noise." His words made her jaw drop and stammer incoherently as he stood up, finishing his drink before setting the glass down. He gestured to the bartender that he was leaving for the night, who nodded in response, knowing to finish adding up the bill.

Hearing your phone chime again in response, you smiled and read it eagerly, unable to keep the heat from swirling in your cheeks. You were beyond thankful that he still replied, despite your late response.

-"I would love that, Sukuna."-

Sukuna continued to message you well into the night as the both of you talked about nothing in particular. It felt like you were enjoying each other's close company from a distance. Nothing inappropriate, nothing devious, almost like he was a great friend you've been needing.

You kept trying to convince yourself he should only be a friend and that what you did with him was very wrong. But at the same time, it was so very right, and you couldn't wait til it happened again. If that was something that even could happen again.

Every few moments, you'd erase the whole conversation just out of precaution in case Toji walked in, and you put some random name in for Sukuna's contact and labeled it as 'Yuna-Coworker' just in case he were to snoop, which happened often.

Saturday, 7:54 AM

You squirmed and groaned at the morning light hitting your eyes, pulling you out of a deep sleep. Seething at some lingering pain in your head, you held your forehead while trying to fully wake up, not even remembering when you had fallen asleep again.

Everything was quiet inside...and since you were left in peace, you knew Toji wasn't home.

Looking down at your phone quickly, you realized you completely stopped responding to Sukuna. You frowned slightly as you saw a couple of unread messages from him, hating that you didn't get to keep talking to him...

The last thing you texted was around 4 AM...he stayed up that late to keep talking with you..?

Your last message, 4:03 AM: -"I'm nervous for Monday; I hope I can get through your training quickly and do well."-

Sukunas response:-"You'll do just fine, pretty thing. I wouldn't worry about it. You get a couple weeks of training with me, so you don't have to feel rushed."-

You had fallen asleep before even being able to receive his message, not that you're surprised; you've been exhausted.

There was another message from him around 4:30 AM: -"I guess you've fallen asleep, doll. I hope you rest well."-

Giving a weak smile as you read his messages, you begrudgingly declined to reply and deleted all of the texts, hoping he wouldn't message you randomly when Toji was around... You set his notifications to vibrate only, so you could still hear other messages or calls if needed. God forbid you missed Toji's calls.

Not having much else to think about or do, you dragged yourself from the bed, slowly starting to pick up any mess around, as Toji never bothered to clean, and you were convinced he deliberately was a slob just to give you chores to do.

Opening up the curtains and windows, you let in some sunlight and fresh air to get some stuffiness out of the small apartment while you cleaned. Not like you had much else to do, so you always did as much deep cleaning as possible; at least your home could be refreshed and taken care of.

Saturday, 12:30 PM

Sitting outside in the small garden for the apartments, you casually read a book at one of the little tables, just passing the day. Toji was very possessive of the TV, so you typically didn’t watch anything. Other than being on your phone or reading, there wasn't much you got to do at home. And unless you were at work, Toji really didn't want you far from home. Still no sign or word from him though, and you hated yourself for feeling slightly worried for him. You couldn't help but send him a message, as you have in these situations so many times before; you couldn't help it, that self-damaging bleeding heart of yours.

The day still went on, and you remained outside, now casually watching a few parents and kids on the playground, their laughing keeping your mind occupied as you just sat and waited for something, anything, honestly. You always knew your life was rather dull and uneventful being at Toji's side. Still, it felt painfully empty now that you had a taste of something so sinful and exciting, as if you had been forced to eat a plain, bland meal your whole life with no seasonings or spices and Sukuna delivered to you the most exquisite thing you ever tasted. You needed more of it, so desperately. And if being a fuck toy for him helped you get it, well, so be it.

Toji never replied to you, and you didn't have the slightest idea of where he went, not that this was abnormal. He sometimes disappeared for several days in a row, doing god knows what.

Hearing your phone ring, you frowned at it deeply while seeing who it was, recognizing the number as a loan shark looking for their money, of course. Even on the weekend, they came looking. They weren't the typical company most people went through, however. A bit of under the table type dealings, which meant the consequences were beyond normal legal actions. Quick money with little to no background checks meant you could take out way bigger loans, no questions asked. But when it came time to pay, they didn't tolerate any delinquencies. If anything, it was treated as personal theft at that point.

Answering it while heading back inside, you let out a ragged sigh.

["Hello?"] ["Miss (Y/N)?"] ["This is her.”] ["I'm calling in regards to your several balances that have not received any type of decent payment for the last six months."] ["I know, I'm sorry, but I did start a new job, and as soon as I start getting my paychecks, I'll-"] ["Miss (Y/N), you've been given several opportunities to consolidate or pay the bare minimum, and we've received little to nothing. Our records indicated your previous job paid more than enough to cover your basic living expenses and the minimum requirement to keep these accounts from becoming a problem. I must say you are not responsible for your income or spending habits, and that will catch up with you very soon, I'm afraid. It's in print when you signed that we don't take these matters lightly. It's a privilege to receive our benefits and funding. The next step is prosecution and, most likely, jail time until the debts can be repaid. I apologize, but we have bent over backward to help you get out of this situation, and you don't seem to appreciate it in the least. If you cannot make a minimum payment on each account with the amount of ¥125,000, your information will be passed forward to our corresponding client who deals with this. And they use any means necessary."] ["Wait! Do I have to pay that on each account? At once? There are like 3 of them in total! I don't have that kind of-"] ["8 accounts, actually. So we would need a minimum total across all accounts of ¥1,000,000 by the end of next week, or there will be further repercussions beyond my control. Do you confirm you understand?"]

Slumping down against the wall after you got back into your apartment, you sniffled and stared blankly ahead.

["Miss? Do you understand what is expected of you and what will happen if that criterion can not be met?"] ["T-there should only be 3...I, I've only opened 3 accounts, I was gonna have them paid soon and I...I..."] There was silence on the other end of the line as you briefly sobbed, sobbed at the brutal knowledge of just how fucked you were right now. ["I d-don't have that kind of money...not yet...I need my paycheck...please...please give me a little more time. I'm begging you..."] There was a small sigh through the phone and a faint clicking on a keyboard before the woman spoke up again. ["Ill give you an extension...but an extension adds to your debt. Paying beforehand will keep this from happening, but if the extension is absolutely required, it will be added on. There isn't anything else I'll be able to do for you after that."]

After finishing the call and dropping your phone to the ground, you pulled your knees to your chest, crossed your arms over them, and buried your face while crying. It wasn’t so much that you couldn’t afford to pay it, but just knowing Toji had opened an additional 5 accounts in your name that you were unaware of broke your heart even more.

Your parents had bailed you out several times before, and Toji was aware of it. However, the last couple of times, they said if you remained with him, they wouldn't offer a helping hand anymore, and as stupid as you were, you stayed at his side, feeling loyal to your fiancé, being the only one to 'understand' his troubles. The last time you called, they hung up on you once you mentioned needing money, so your heart ached at the thought of even trying this time.

How could you blame them? They tried so hard to get you to understand what was wrong with Toji, but you fought with them in his defense, making a fool of yourself to protect his integrity, only to realize they were right all along. Realizing it much too late, unfortunately.

You couldn't even read your book; you felt so mentally drained and numb to the thought of owing an insane amount of money. Sitting on the couch and staring at the wall, you had exhausted all ideas or solutions in your head. Nothing would work, you didn't have any savings to pay for even a fraction of the debt. The extension just bought you a bit more time, not enough to actually come up with the money.

The call to your parents didn't even start ringing yet and you were already crying, terrified of the conversation. Much to your relief, and dismay, it was sent to the voicemail box. A generic computer voice spoke out, saying to leave a message after the beep. You didn't particularly want to leave a message while begging for money, but you needed to know an answer as soon as possible.

-"Mom, I'm sorry to call and ask. I don't mean to leave this as a message; I just don't know what else to do. I've tried, I've tried so hard not to ask for help. But, please, please help me again, just this one more time. I need...-"

Turning your head from the phone, you tried to stifle a sob and regain your composure.

-"I need ¥1,000,000. I know. I know this is bullshit. And I'm sure you and dad are disappointed in me, but I'm trying. I'm really trying. I got a new job that pays more, and my boss is really nice to me. So I hope eventually I can earn even more money the longer I'm there, and I can pay you guys back for everything. I swear I will. Please, please help me one more time. They said I'll go to prison this time if I don't pay. I'm sorry, for everything."-

Your stomach was twisted in knots, and you spent the next couple of hours hugging the toilet in the bathroom; you were so sick from stress. You didn't even hear the door when it opened, Toji coming into the bathroom unexpectedly. "Woah, you sick all of a sudden?" Hearing his voice while he knelt behind you, you turned your tear-stained face to him and whimpered sadly. His large hand touched your back, stroking it gently, and your lip quivered at his touch. He was the one causing this severe stress, how were you supposed to feel comfort? "The creditors called me," you started, wiping your mouth and turning your head away. "...Toji, they said there are eight accounts now." "And?" He scoffed while standing up from you. "And? Toji, you've opened more accounts, we don't have the money to pay for them; I don't have the money! I must pay ¥1,000,000 by next Friday or I could go to prison! What am I supposed to do?" He shrugged with little care regarding the situation. "Come on, they're not gonna send you to prison. It's just some scare tactic. Don't be so stupid." "Toji, this isn't just some normal bank association. You know this; we've discussed this. They give you whatever you need or want, but the consequences are written out!" "Ugh, you're so fucking dramatic; it's annoying. Just call your fucking parents then if you're so worried about it." "They said they wouldn't help me anymore the last time I needed money from them.” You groaned in agony while standing up and rubbing your eyes. Why couldn’t he just listen for once? “Toji, you promised you wouldn't do this to me again. We were so close to not owing this place anymore, and you took out more and-!" Blinding white pain shot across your face as you stumbled back into the wall, the back of his hand lifted from striking you. "Who the fuck do you think you're talking to?" Whining as he approached, you waited for the next hit to come, and as always, it did. "I think you better figure out who you're talking to, or I'll beat your fucking ass!" He barked in your face while slamming his fist into the wall next to your head. A sob slipped out of your trembling lips, and he hit the wall repeatedly, making you yelp and shudder with each loud thud. "That fucking attitude of yours is getting on my nerves." He growled and took hold of your arm, harshly bending it out to the side. Your cry of pain only brought out more irritation, and he twisted your arm to the point of it aching in excruciating pain. "T-Toji! Stop!" You pleaded, crying and pushing against him with barely any success. The small apartment was filled with your cries for mercy and occasional screams of fear as he belittled and shoved you into nearly everything while threatening you.

The worst of his punches were always against the wall next to your head, and you sobbed at each rattling sound, always terrified he'd hit you instead. "Why do you always make problems for me?” He yelled again, now grabbing a fistful of your hair to control your body closer to his. "Why do you make me have to yell like this? God, you make me just want to strangle the life out of you sometimes." He growled in your face as you shook in fear.

His hands clasped around your throat, pinning your back to the wall in the kitchen and you trembled in his hold. “I could so easily do it. Snap your little neck like it’s nothing.” He continued to threaten and your breath remained stuck beneath his hold. He pulled you forward before shoving you into the wall again, making you hit the back of your head.

Your lip quivered as you stared at him in panic. Waiting for it. Waiting for him to snap.

He released your throat, only to ram his fist into your gut, making you double over and heave with the pain.

Another punch slammed up under your ribs before he turned away from you, yelling out in anger. He put his fist through one of the cabinets, splintering the wood before doing it again to another.

You slumped to the ground, still heaving and wheezing. He tore one of cabinet doors off, bashing it onto the counter and destroying anything that was in its path.

You knew better than to leave, knowing if he ever had to chase you, he’d beat the hell out of you instead of something else. So you remained in the middle of the kitchen floor, sobbing into your hands while your body jerked in fear at every crack or shatter.

Stay calm, don’t react.

Stay calm.

Don’t react.

It was a mess. An absolute mess.

Your gut ached as you slowly swept up the broken glass and wood that was on the floor. There were drops of blood everywhere too, getting swept up into the small trash pile forming in the ground. Toji split his knuckles from some of the things he hit.

Why had you been so stupid? Why did you try to argue with him? It never ended well.

Toji eventually came back into the kitchen, now with bandages wrapping his hands to stop the bleeding.

You swallowed hard, your grip becoming sweaty as you held the broom, afraid he still had his attitude.

He said nothing for a long while, making you more nervous as you were now on your hands and knees, wiping up any leftover spots of blood.

“Im sorry, Y/N. I’m so fucking sorry…” he finally said, kneeling down at your side. Your lip quivered as he took hold of your chin, turning your face to his. “I just can’t help it. I never mean to take it so far.”

His thumbs came up under your eyes, wiping your tears away gently. “I’ll never be able to prove how much you mean to me. I’ll never be good enough for a woman like you. No one could ever deal with my shit like you do. I am beyond lucky to have you still, though I know I don’t deserve any part of you.” He sighed deeply while hanging his head.

“I’m sure you hate me. You want to leave, don’t you? Not that I’d blame you. I’d hate to be without you but I’d understand. Just tell me how badly you want me gone. Maybe I should just put a bullet through my head.”

His voice cracked as his hands moved to your upper arms, holding them almost desperately. “I’d kill my self if I didn’t have you. I don’t know how I could even fathom life without someone so perfect and willing to be at my side.”

Your throat was dry as it ached for you to cry.

If you hadn’t argued with him, this wouldn’t have happened. It was your fault for stressing him out and making him snap. Why couldn’t you just keep your mouth shut?

Toji groaned in satisfaction as he sank balls deep into your cunt. He had your hair wrapped around his fist, keeping your face pushed into the pillows as he thrusted into you from behind. You ached so badly, but what would you do? Tell him no? He was obviously stressed out, and this was the only thing you’d be able to satisfy him with. You made the man mention killing himself cause of your actions. And you hated it. Hated making him feel like that.

You knew it was fucked up for someone to threaten their life over someone else’s absence, but what were you supposed to do? You couldn’t imagine he’d actually do a thing like that, but, what if he did? Then you had to live with that. Had to live with the guilt of someone ending their life over you. It was just easier to shut up and do as you’re told.

“Oh my god…I can’t ever get enough of this perfect cunt.” He said while hitting his hips hard into yours. You silently yelped and groaned, just waiting for him to be finished. It always hurt. It just felt painful and in the end you’d be left feeling raw and sore.

Sukuna was bigger, but it didn’t make you ache like this. But how did that make any sense? Infact it felt so much better. Not just cause of his size, but just everything about it.

You hated yourself for sleeping with Sukuna, cause now, everything was even worse. Life sucked before, or so you thought, when you were ignorant, but now it was just painful to know that something better could indeed be given to you. And knowing you'd never actually get something like that was heartbreaking.

~Thank you so much for reading!! Comments and Reblogs are much appreciated!

Returning to your normal life wasn't anything you wanted to deal with, but it was a good reminder that it was your reality, and you shouldn't get too many hopes of it ever changing.

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