#bc he knows it’s gonna fluster you ASSHOLE

[crybaby-bkg]

Bakugou is a stumbling, fumbling nerd at best. But once he realizes that you become even more flustered than him? The fucker won’t leave you alone.

He’s not a fan of PDA, mainly because he doesn’t like seeing it so he doesn’t like acting it out in turn, but he grabs your hand one day while you’re out. Paparazzi is swarming you and he doesn’t want you getting lost in the crowd, so he plucks your hand from where it’s tucked in your (his) hoodie pocket. He snatches you up against his side and pulls you in until his hand drops yours to protectively wrap around your shoulders instead, bringing you against his chest. He thinks you might be hurt after you get inside, when you’re too flustered to look him in the eye for a while.

So he tests, experiments with you. Gives you a sweet little kiss on the lips when your friends are around, when fans are looking. He watches how you always smile a little, bat at his chest and push him away because now that he’s seen you like this, he’s gonna want more from you. At private parties, he has no qualms about rubbing your ass while you stand there, mid conversation with someone. You keep stuttering over your words and trying to bat him away gently, and he wouldn’t typically do this, but you’re so cute. So cute when the person finally walks away and you punch softly at his chest in embarrassment, how you squeak when he pulls you in a hug just to grab another handful of your ass.

Omg and doing joint interviews together!!!! Usually he’s pretty private about everything, but he likes sharing little details—not to embarrass or humiliate you, but because he knows you’re getting flashbacks of tangled sheets and sweet nights whenever he mentions a little detail. Or maybe, you find yourself patting his thigh jokingly, before looking over at him, a smile stretching your face. But the evil little fucker is only smirking at you, his eyes low, posture slumped as he spreads his thighs just the tiniest bit wider. He doesn’t even say anything, just glances at how high your hand is on his thigh before looking back up at you, an eyebrow cocked. You snatch your hand away as if he’s burned you, and the interviewer can only laugh. ANNOYING!!!!! (lovingly)

#I would throttle him so hard #is this self ship…?…..mayhaps….. #I just get very flustered very easily despite being a natural flirt #I can give but the moment it’s reciprocated???? PUDDLE of GOO!!!!! #reminds me of one time in hs this girl that liked me helped me button my coat up when I couldn’t get it #and it was like so intimate and sweet and I remembered I stared at her like 😳 for the longest time after lmfao #and she was all ‘you’re moving too fast you just gotta slow down. I can help you. lemme do this for you. you’re so clumsy’ #and I am still flustered and in love HAHDDKJFKFJF #anyway I’m talking too much about myself lmfao #this came from the image of touching his thigh and he suddenly gives the nastiest bedroom eyes despite being in public #bc he knows it’s gonna fluster you ASSHOLE #that I love #I love him bye #—new treat in the streets! 🍫 #bakugou treats! 🍬

[cashmoneyyysstuff]

pure fluff, fem reader, not proofread, katsuki really likes the way you smell, talks of marriage, katsuki being an absolute demon, biting bc is it rlly a cash fic if it doesn’t involve katsuki biting us ? lemme know if i missed sum else <3

a.n.: ..so this came to me in the middle of the night and i had to write it down before i forgot about it…please do not perceive me🫶🏾

katsuki keeps sniffing at your wrist.

for some reason, he keeps bringing your palm towards his face and you imagined he’d kiss it if he was feeling a little sweeter than usual or he’d bite your finger if he was feeling like a little shit.

imagine your surprise when instead, he just sniffs you and goes right back to watching tv.

he does it for the fifth time in the span of a few seconds and you turn your head that was smooshed into his chest staring at the tv to stare at him with a brow raised.

“katsuki.” he only grunts in response, nose pressed to your pulse point. a deep, grumbled noise comes from the deepest part of his chest when you try to pull your arm out of his grip.

“quit squirmin’. ”

“katsuki !” you squeal, giggling. katsuki grunts into your skin, pulling your hand closer to his face.

“what’re you doing ?” you chirp.

“ya smell like somethin’” is all he offers you for a response, your lip pulls up in confusion. you tilt your head.

“like what ?”

“i dunno, s’like—” he cuts himself off, pulls your hand away from his face to stare up at the ceiling in thought, only to bring it back to his nose.

you can’t help laughing at his behavior “ like what ?” you urge.

“different.” he settles “this some new perfume or somethin’ ?” he asks seriously, lifting himself up so he can sit up against the couch cushion and you follow, no longer laying but sitting up in his lap.

“not really, it’s this new body wash i found at the mall !” katsuki grunts in acknowledgment “was walking around with a friend and she recommended it to me, so i figured i’d give it a shot.” you explain.

“smells good right ?” you ask excitedly. katsuki damn near growls at your wrist, then he drops it and stuffs his head into your shoulder, wrapping his arms around you tightly like he’s trying to squeeze you to death, pulling you closer to him.

“so fuckin’ good.” he rumbles, the way his voice deepens has shivers going down your spine and has you impossibly giddy.

“what soap is that ? need ta stock up on it.”

you roll your eyes “so you can steal it from me ? no thank you.”

“m’ your boyfriend, you’re s’posed to share with me. what’s that saying? what’s yours is mine and what’s mine is yours ?” his voice is smushed against the fabric of your clothes because he can’t stay away from your skin for more than three seconds, going back for whiffs like an addict. you wrap your arms around him with a snort.

“isn’t that saying usually for married couples ? we’re not married.”

“yet.”

your heartbeat quickens and you feel your skin prickle and go hot at how casually he uttered the word. you play around with the hairs on his nape.

“..yet” you utter quietly. his nose is pressed against your addams apple, deeming it his new favorite spot to sniff at you like a dog. “so until then, my secret stays with me.”

“tch, stingy woman.” he scoffs “might have to marry you sooner than i thought.” he smirks.

you move to shove your head into his shoulder in embarrassment and he straight up laughs, the asshole. you’d be angry if you weren’t as in love with him as you were in this very moment.

“oi, i told you to quit squirming.” he jests.

“katsukiii !” you whine. he only chuckles, greatly enjoying the way he’s tormenting you.

“what ?” he snorts, his nose is pressed to your shoulder “don’t act brand new, you knew i was gonna marry you.”

“this is bullying.” he barks out a loud laugh at your flustered response.

“me puttin’ a ring on that fuckin—” he grabs your hand again and presses his lips to your ring finger “divine smellin’ finger of yours is bullying ?” he chuckles.

“you’re so weird.” you can’t help the smile that grows against his shoulder and he feels it too, the smirk against your finger only grows.

“right back atcha.” he snickers, then bites into your shoulder like he’s trying to take a chunk out of you.

“ouch ! katsuki !” you yelp, smacking his back lightly, all he does is snicker like the evil motherfucker he is.

“sorry, baby.” he apologizes but you can hear in the teasing lilt in his voice he regrets absolutely nothing “ ya smell so good i couldn’t help it.”

a.n. : i actually don’t know if that saying is usually for married couples but pls ignore it for plot sake thx 🤞🏽💓

#bakugou katsuki x reader #..this randomly came to me in a dream #pls do not perceive me #bakugo fluff #bakugou imagine #katsuki bakugou x reader #bakugou x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #katsuki x reader #bakugou katuski x reader #bakugou fluff #bakugou drabble #bakugo x reader #bakugo x you #bakugo x y/n #bakugo x female reader #bakugou x you #bakugou x y/n #bakugou x fem!reader #katsuki x y/n #katsuki bakugo fluff #katsuki x you #katsuki drabble two days inna row?!!?!?!? #actually now that i think about it #this is prob a lil based off of a tiktok i saw earlier this week #flings this at you and runs away

[rafeandonlyrafe]

baby shoes

words: 2.3k

warnings: 18+ only!, smut, best friend!rafe, childhood friends to lovers, pretty fluffy :), p in v sex, unprotected smut, breeding!, pregnancy kink?, no actual sex while pregnant but lots of like. bump descriptions?

rafe rolls his eyes as you let out a squeal, already knowing what is happening.

“oh. my. god.” you pick up the baby shoes off the shelf, a pair of sparkly flats with the cutest flower straps you've ever seen. “rafe, they're so tiny!”

you hold them up for him to look at as if he's never seen baby shoes before, despite you pointing them out to him every time you're out shopping together.

“yeah, real cute.” he says, keeping his voice completely monotone.

“rafe, don't be so sour.” you pout at him. your friendship is an unexpected one. started in kindergarten and has only grown closer since, your sweet nature in contrast to rafes hard exterior.

“y/n.” rafe sighs, taking the baby shoes from your hands as he sets them back on the shelf. “we look at baby shoes and onesies every time we go to target. i brought you here to buy you a pair of boots, let's go.”

rafe tries to usher you down the aisle. despite you also being a kook he refuses to let you (or, really, your parents credit card) pay for anything.

you nod and continue to the women's section when you cross by a pair of ugg boots made for toddlers and stop in your tracks. “raaaafe!” you coo.

--

look how cute this baby is rafey

“are you serious?” rafe questions reading your text message. “im laying right next to you.”

“too much work to roll over and show you.” you shrug, both scrolling on your phones, having just gotten back from a long day. so long rafe insisted you slept at his because it was closer. only one block closer, but you didn't argue. rafes bed is also yours, and yours his. you've always shared, no need to change now just because you're older.

“that baby isn't even that cute.” rafe huffs out.

you turn over now, rolling onto your stomach to glare at him. “rafe cameron, you are such a dick!”

“oh, so you'll roll over to yell at me?” rafe questions, a smile on his face. usually he wouldn't take shit from anyone, but you're not just anyone to him.

“yes because you deserve it asshole. that baby is adorable.”

“yours would be way cuter.” rafe grins, knowing how flustered you get talking about having a child of your own.

“okay, true.” 

--

“what the fuck is going on?” rafe questions, his mouth literally dropping as he walks in.

“oh my god!” you squeal. “you told me you were coming over at 2, you idiot!” 

rafe looks at the time on your alarm clock. 1:55. rafe may have not knocked before letting himself in, but he figured it was fine. 

“what are you wearing?”

“it's… it's a fake pregnancy belly. my friend carly who works with the school plays said they were getting rid of it bc it was getting old… and i asked to have it.” you shrug, your embarrassment melting away the longer you talk about it.

“why would you want that?” rafe questions.

“i just wanted to see what id look like.” you shrug, turning again to look at yourself in the mirror, running your hands over the tshirt stretching around the plastic material. “i think i look cute.”

rafes eyes are on the round swell of your belly. he thinks you look more than cute, he thinks you look so ravishing he wants to make that belly real right this second.

“gonna take a shower.” rafe makes a turn towards your bathroom before you can argue, saving himself by locking the door behind him.

-- 

“why are you in a mood?” rafe just entered your house but he can already tell from the look on your face that something has upset you.

“freaking kelsey is pregnant.” you spit her name out like it's an insult. she's been your sworn moral enemy ever since she “dated” rafe in the fourth grade and told him he had to choose between staying friends with you or dating her. he chose staying friends of course, but you've despised her anyways since.

“okay…” rafe waits for more reasoning to you being so upset.

“that should be me.” you whine, not ashamed as you throw a little tantrum, stomping your feet on the ground.

“it can be.” rafe shrugs.

“huh?” you question, plopping back on the couch behind you, waiting for rafe to join you for movie night.

“you're not a kid anymore, y/n. you're 21. have a baby if you want.” rafe simply states.

“i- who would i even have a baby with? im single.” you've been single a majority of your life. there were flings in high school, but no one that lasted.

what you don't know if rafe contributed heavily to those relationships ending. he had staked his claim on you, and no guy was worthy in his eyes.

“id help you raise a baby.” rafe says without really thinking, sitting down on the couch next to you, not flinching as you turn to place your feet on his lap, always wanting to stretch out and get comfortable.

“you would?”

“im with you all the time anyways.” rafe nods. “if you had a baby id basically be their dad anyways.”

“id want that.” you admit. “you're the only guy out there i trust enough to get me pregnant.” you're not really thinking about your words themselves as you press your fingers to your stomach, imagining it filled up with a baby, with rafes baby.

“alright, we gotta talk about something else.” rafe shifts on the couch, pushing your feet off his lap to turn himself slightly away from you.

“wait why?” you question, sitting forward.

“just… change the subject.” rafe takes a deep breath, trying to calm down the boner that is growing in his pants.

“no, tell me!” you move closer, which only makes rafe turn away more. “tell me, rafey!”

he's never kept anything from you, and shockingly you can't figure out why he's behaving like this now.

“jesus, stop!” rafe scooches away when you grab onto his arm, trying to get him to face you, to look at you.

“tell me!” you complain again.

“because im fucking hard okay!” rafe shouts, standing up from the couch. “it's getting me fucking hard thinking about getting you pregnant so change the fucking subject!”

you sit on the couch in shock, eyes wide open. you know you shouldn't, he's your best friend after all, but you find your eyes moving lower, and sure enough, the front of rafes pants and tented, cock pushing away from his body.

“i-i-” you stammer.

“you nothing. okay? we forget this happened. just stop talking about getting fucking pregnant and stop talking about me being the one to do it.”

“but i want it to be you.” you blink up at rafe, head suddenly clearing. you do want it or be rafe. he's the only one who should be waking up in the middle of the night with you when your baby cries. he's the one you want to experience every milestone with. he's the one you want filling you up over and over until your tummy starts to swell.

“we can't go back.” rafe says, his tone suddenly serious. “we can't go back to just friends.”

“i know.” it's all you need to say for rafe to surge forward, dropping his knees to the floor as he kisses you, mouth easily dominating yours. you let out a soft moan as his hands cup your jaw, keeping you close even though you press yourself into him, hands fisted in his shirt.

“let me have you.” rafe pants against your mouth. “i need you. let me fill you up.”

“yes.” you nod. “yes, please. take your clothes off.”

you don't care that you're in the middle of your living room, you immediately tug your shirt off over your head, bearing your breasts to him. rafe knew you never wore a bra when in your own home, but seeing your bare tits is still a shock.

he doesn't even take his shirt off despite you tugging at it, cupping your chest as he leans in, mouth wrapping around your nipple.

“oh my god!” you squeal, fisting your hands in rafes hair, holding him close to your body as his tongue flicks over your nipple, hardening it quickly.

“i… im sorry baby i need to get inside of you.” rafe feels crude, tugging at your shorts to pull them down your legs, tossing them away.

“i need you too.” there will be plenty of time now that you've admitted feelings for each other to take your time, to go slow and learn each other's bodies.

rafe stands up, looking down at you in just your underwear, eyes glassy with lust as he pulls his shirt off, followed by him tugging his pants down, finally getting your eyes off his face as your eyes move down. you reach forward, hand rubbing over rafes length, annoyed that the fabric of his underwear is not allowing you to see him properly.

“fuck, stop.” rafe takes a step back. “im supposed to cum in you. get you pregnant. you're gonna make me bust.”

you smile, flattered that your simple touch can cause him to almost lose it.

“where do you want me.” you whisper. you aren't a virgin but you certainly aren't as experienced as rafe. while you know he partakes in hookups at parties you don't attend, you were never interested in sleeping around just for the sake of sleeping around.

“just lay back, baby.” rafe let's out a huff as you turn from sitting on the couch to laying down, your breasts falling beautifully as you wait for him to make the next move. “let's get these off.” rafe pulls your underwear down, but you keep your legs together to hide yourself for a little longer.

rafe shucks his underwear off next, praying his throbbing erection doesn't cause him to cum the second he gets inside of you.

you let out a low moan just from the both of you being naked. “gonna kneel down. wrap your leg around me.” rafe helps position you, spreading your legs as his eyes take in your wet cunt, pretty and perfect as he wraps your knee around his hips as he sinks himself down, moving to drape his body over yours.

“ill go slow.” rafe says, hoping he can stay true to his word as he reaches down, running his cock briefly through your folds, obsessed with the way your expression changed into one of pure pleasure.

“okay, just at first.” you nod. you need slow to open you up, to stretch your walls to allow rafes size, but you dont want it to stay slow, needing to feel him pound into you, make a mess of your cunt.

rafe sinks in with a gasp as your tightness and warmth envelops him. “fuck.” he mutters out, eyes squeezing closed as he inserts himself until he’s fully buried inside you pussy.

“feels real good rafey.” you pout. “cant believe we didn’t do this sooner. could already have a baby by now.” “oh, im gonna give you plenty.” rafe bends down to kiss you, letting himself get lost in the kiss, focusing on your mouth against his to distract from his throbbing cock.

“move.” you gasp, starting to grind your hips. “move.”

its all rafe needs to start smashing his hips back and forth, rocking into you in a steady but fast motion, aiming every time to get his cock as deep inside of you as possible.

“yes, yes!” you squeal, hands gripping his shoulders. as good as rafe thrusting into you feels, you want his cum more than anything. you begin to squeeze your pussy around him every time he pulls out before thrusting back in, and you can tell from the way rafes mouth hangs open that he likes it.

“fuck, im already close, sorry.” rafe has never had a problem cumming too early with anyone else, but hes never been with you, his best friend who he’s been head over heels for since kindergarten, who is begging to have him put a baby in your womb.

“cum in me. please.” you don’t even care about your own orgasm. you don’t even want it, already feeling so overwhelmed from the way rafes cock swells inside of you.

your eyebrows raise when you realize what the warmth spreading inside of you is, never having let a man take you without a condom. you let out a moan to match rafes as he cums, flooding your insides as he grinds into you. 

you wrap your arms around his shoulders, pulling him down onto you, not caring about the weight as you squeeze your cunt, milking any last drops out of him.

--

“oh my god, i’m gonna cry its so cute.” tears brim in your eyes as you look at your finished nursery, rafe having done the last of the decorations when you were napping, putting the final touches on.

“you're so cute.” he hums, wrapping his arms around you as he stands behind you, also looking over the room. 

“thank you. its perfect.” you sniffle.

“you’re perfect.” rafe has been overwhelming you with compliments lately, wanting to make sure that you know he is still very much attracted to you with your pregnant belly. “and beautiful. and hot. and sexy.” “oh, stop it.” you roll your eyes with a giggle, turning to face rafe.

“it would be inappropriate to have sex in our babies nursery, wouldn’t it?” despite the baby not even being here yet, rafe looks around the former guest bedroom and realizes that it simply wouldn’t be right.

“you’re not getting me on the floor anyways.” you press your hands to your stomach. seven months along with rafes baby.

“probably for the best.” rafe places his hand on your back, leading you out of the nursery and towards your bed. “wanna eat you out on our bed anyways, mamas.”

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[spikedhe4rt]

dating dallas hcs??

Dallas Winston x Reader Headcannons 🪐🪐

A/N: Hope you enjoy this. I just want to say, I love you guys so much. Thank you for all the support and patience! My request box is always open! <3

✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

❥ You guys met at bucks, you were a bartender and he lives there.

❥ He started to talk to you randomly because he was just bored.

❥ It turned into hours and hours of conversation and you guys just hit it off.

"Im Dallas Winston, Im sure you've-" You quickly interrupted with a sarcastic eye roll. "Yes, Ive heard of you. You say that to all the girls in town". He shook his head with a grin. "Nah, only the pretty bartenders." Cue another eye roll

❥ You were a fire cracker and he loved that about you.

❥ Yall became close to the point, he would rant to you about Sylvia. You had to hide your jealousy every time.

❥ You were talking to him about some rude person at work and he truly realized how beautiful you are. He really sat and stared for a hot minute.

"I wanted to punch that asshole so- Hello? Earth to Dallas fucking Winston?"  he jumped slightly at your words before cooly nodding.  "Im listening..."

❥ He was honestly conflicted about his feelings for you.

❥ It wasn't until you went on a date with someone else, he confessed.

"Dallas, whats your problem?" You didn't get why he was being such an asshole today. "Why didn't you come over today!?" he said angrily. "I had a date, y'know that!" he shrugged "Exactly!"

"It was just a movie and-" He looked at you with what felt like a hurt expression "and you didn't need to be with him. I like you." His hand came to the sides of your face and fiercely kissed you.

❥ You guys started dating after that. You guys never officially asked eachother, you just felt it.

❥ Getting to wear his Christopher.

❥ Walking around together with his arm around you.

❥Him never letting you walk around alone because he gets worried.

❥ The only time he will let you touch his hair is when you're stressed bc he's know you love it

❥ He leaves the biggest hickeys on you.

❥ His love language is acts of service.

❥ You not understanding half the stuff he says because the accent but you know he means well.

❥ He calls you doll and sweetheart.

❥ Always getting flustered when you patch him up bc he claims you have to sit on his lap to do it.

"Dallas, I don't need to sit on your lap to do this. You're fine just sitting on the counter" you say with a eyeroll.

❥ When you guys sleep together, he always ends up holding you.

❥ Movie dates

✭・.・✫・゜・。. .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

❥ When in missionary, he props your legs on his shoulders so you can feel him deeper.

❥ He use's overstimulation as a punishment and reward.

- "Dally please, its too much." You pant out as Dally brings you to your peak for what seems like the 3rd time. "Weren't you just begging to cum like a pathetic slut after I said no" His thrusts became faster as you moaned out. "You can take it, sweetheart."

⋅•⋅⊰∙∘☽༓☾∘∙⊱⋅•⋅

- "Dally please, more!" You plead for another orgasm, feeling so good that you don't want it to end. You clench around him, moaning out. "You want more, huh? Ill give you whatever as long as you keep being a good girl for me." He continued to fuck you till you both were spent.

❥  He spanks/smacks your ass raw when he hits it from the back.

❥ Leaves loves bites all over your chest.

❥ Loves to tell you everything he going to do to you.

"Oh fuck, Dally faster!" you mewled as he fingered you. His two digits were hitting your g-spot with every thrust. "You like that, huh? Im not gonna stop till you cum all over my fingers."

❥  When he eats you out, he sucks your clit just right and he knows it too.

❥ Has a degrading and praise kink.

"Such a pretty little slut for me"

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[sugawarassoulmate]

thinkin about that hate sex with kita idea... what if? delinquent reader x mr perfect kita. like he's on their nerves bc How is He so Good at Everything! and reader is on his nerves bc they r so crass and impolite

i bet he is like "u only get dick if u learn to ask politely" n reader is like is like "i hate u" but he doesn't give in until they're reduced to begging + absolutely has a potty mouth during sex which makes reader flustered and he is all "i thought talking like u would make u more comfortable" + kita being "i can fix them" basically

kita being "i can fix them" and reader being "i can make them worse" skskkss

no but i LOVE THIS omg

words: 679 cw: fem!reader, hate sex, fingering, begging degradation, crying, minors dni

you hated kita and he hated you. so why are you underneath him in the club room, moaning into your hand while he has three fingers buried deep within your cunt?

"wish ya made more noises like this," he coos, keeping your legs spread as he hovers over you. "they're much cuter than ya usually say."

"shut up," you whine, hands balled into fists as you try to fight off the urge to cum. you want his cock and from how hard he is in his shorts, you know he wants it too. but he's being so annoying about it.

brown eyes stare down at you, keeping you pinned to the floor. "if ya want more, ya know what to do," kita says, the pads of his fingers reaching deeper until you can feel your legs twitching. "if ya want me to take care of ya, ya need to beg."

god, you hate him so much. you could easily get off on just his fingers but it's not enough. just suck up your pride, this is only happening once. you think to yourself.

"please..." you mumble, interrupted by a whine when kita's hand speeds up.

but he's such a dick about it, leaning close to your ear. "hmm? could ya repeat that fer me? please what?"

you could cry. you've never felt so much hate in your heart for someone as the way you do now. kita shinsuke is the worst person in your eyes and yet...

"i want your cock, shin! please fuck me. please, please, please!" you're grabbing his arms, pulling him closer as the pleas keep falling from your lips.

kita hums, "that wasn't so hard, yeah?" fucking asshole. he pulls down his shorts just enough to free his cock, stroking himself as he stretches you out a bit more sinking into the warmth of your cunt.

you hate how amazing it feels, how you can feel him deep within your womb. you hate it, you hate it—it's so good.

"gettin' fucked here on the floor, what if someone sees ya?" kita breathes, setting a steady rhythm after taking a few seconds to get used to your walls around him. "sayin' ya hate me so much but ya let me stretch this slutty cunt, hm?"

you've never heard him speak like that before, so vulgar. usually, kita's the one scoffing whenever you speak like that, saying girls should never speak so crass. but hearing him calling you all those awful names just turns you on even more.

"yer gettin' wetter, ya like it when i call ya names, hm?" kita's strong arms push your thighs to your chest as he slams his hips into you. "fuckin' pathetic girls like ya don't deserve such a thick cock treatin' ya so nicely."

your body betrays you, reacting heavily to kita's words. you're wrapping your arms around his neck, kissing him to shut him up, but the smile you feel against your lips still pisses you off.

"whinin' like a bitch in heat, ya gonna cum?" he growls between kisses feeling how you tighten around him.

"shut up, you're so fucking—fuck," your insults are cut off by the intensity of your orgasm, nails digging into kita's skin as the shockwaves travel through your body. "so good, so good, fuuuuck,"

kita grunts, fucking you through your orgasm until it passes. you're blissed out, sensitive, sweet. he could cum in you, fill you up until you're dumb and leaking, but he knows what'll piss you off even more.

he savors your sweet cunt for a few more thrusts before pulling out and jerking himself off until ropes of his seed shoot out and make a mess between your thighs.

"are you fuckin-"

"relax, i'm gonna clean ya up," he shushes, grabbing a damp towel to wipe you down. kita won't say it, but you're so pretty with tears staining your eyes—slightly glazed over from how hard you came.

such a pretty girl, he thinks. maybe if he treats you with his cock more, you'll be nicer to him.

©sugawarassoulmate 2022 all rights reserved - please do not repost/translate my work on other platforms!

#haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader #kita smut #shinsuke kita #kita shinsuke #kita shinsuke x reader #kita shinsuke smut #shinsuke kita x reader #haikyu smut #haikyu x reader #🍑 #🍑kita #enemies to lovers!kita

[princesssmars]

wildfire

some starmora x reader nsfw headcanons

wc : 1.162

cw : nsfw content! triad poly relationship (fmf). dom!gamora, switch!peter, sub!reader. some sex position links bc i think they're fun. strap-on sex. anal. pda with butt slapping. masturbation.

an : watched gotg 3 and definitely not broken. new gamora is cool but im always gonna miss og gamora so expect more starmora stuff to come bc im bisexual and sad <3

so lets say you joined the guardians early, peter and gamora already have that spark between them and now you've arrived and thrown them for a loop.

while you and gamora are still mostly trying to deal with your romantic feelings, peter is being driven crazy by his sexual ones. he's not stupid enough to jeopardize the budding relationship he has with the both of you by sleeping around.

(not to say he didn't get tempted, there was this one chick with blue skin, big doe eyes and four arms and-)

still. he's not that stupid. but, he does have needs, so he jerks off. a lot. every time he does it he thinks about the both of you. the feel of gamora's skin when his hand brushed against it that morning, the smell of the new shampoo you pick up on the last planet. even just the memory of you two laughing at one of his shitty jokes is enough to make him finish.

not to say gamora doesn't get herself off as well. i don't think she would have that much sexual experience or at least not as much as peter does. just a brief hook-up occasionally to take the edge off. but when you complimented a new armored top she bought that complimented her arms and peter agreed with that stupidly charming yet sleazy smile of his, she couldn't help but lay in her bed that night and rub her puffy clit until she had to bite down on her hand as she came.

it wasn't long after that you all became official.

in the bedroom, gamora is a dom and peter is a switch. to her, there's something about quill commanding the team during missions and casual settings and being reduced to a man on his knees begging for you to touch him anywhere.

but don't for a second think you're off the hook. if you ever get too cocky when she's dominating peter, she won't hesitate to put you in your place. her favorite way to do it was sitting you on a cushion with a direct view of the bed, your hands bound behind your back with a vibrator stuffed inside you as you were left to whimper and beg as she rode peter into oblivion. she keeps eye contact with you while she has her hand around his threat, teasing you about how flustered you look.

gods help you when they're both in a dominating mood. it's mostly after they got roughed up after a mission or the person who hired you was more of an asshole than usual. on those days they don't hesitate to toss you around like a ragdoll and do with you as they please.

one time you were left behind to take care of the ship while they negotiated with the person who hired you, which must have gone wrong with the looks on their faces when they got back. before you know it you're pressed into an arch on your bed, gamora's hands pushing your mouth and tongue deeper inside of her pussy, as peter grabs your hips and helps you throw it back on his dick.

peter would love positions where he can make eye contact, loves the intimacy of it and loves to see the facial expressions you make. doing the counterblow or fireworks in the pilot's seat, a deck chair, or python in bed when your both craving contact. right before you both cum he'll pull away from sucking on your tits or neck to look you in your eyes, whispering "i love you"'s and "cum for me, cum all over me baby"'s as you both reach your highs.

gamora will take you in any position she can. not to say she doesn't love the intimacy occasionally as well. there have been more than a few times where she gently drags you to her room, places you on the bed, and eats you out agonizingly slow for over an hour before crawling on top of you and slotting herself over you, riding your cunt until neither of you can move from overstimulation. her faves would be 69, eagle, plain, and a full nelson if she's feeling pent up.

oh and gods help you when she gets her hands on a strap-on. she found it in a sex shop on a little excursion to a shady planet for rocket to find some rare materials for an invention. quill had seen it first, practically begging the two of you to go inside with him. while he and you were pointing at different beads and gadgets and giggling at the obscenity and absurdity, gamora is busy stalking along a back wall, looking at the different dildos and harnesses with piqued interest.

when she tells you that she booked a hotel room for the three of you for the night, you can't help but get a little giddy at the idea of another night of pleasure with the two of them without having to quiet yourself by biting or gagging. you don't expect gamora to come from the bathroom, a black harness around her hips with a long and thick dark red dildo attached to it. after she gets your consent and gets you prepped, your body is held up and squished between the two as peter thrusts into you from the front while gamora takes the back. you didn't leave the hotel room for two days.

they are very different in how much pda they like to show in public. gamora is more subtle, still wary to let others know how much you really mean to her, plus she likes to keep the romantic and sexual side of her life more private. she'll settle for soft smiles across the room, brushing her hand across yours when she walks by. if she's feeling devious she'll come up behind you while you're doing something under the guise of "helping you", when in reality she's pushing her entire body against yours and maybe throwing a small little thrust in there too. nine times out of ten it will leave you flushed beyond belief and she'll walk away satisfied.

peter is. a whore (affectionate). he is not afraid to be affectionate with you in public. hand holding, hugging, kissing, etc. you already know he's fond of slapping your ass, and will do it every opportunity he gets. if you do it back to him he will literally go like :0. definitely doesn't get a boner.

their aftercare is unparalleled. while you're coming down from your high, peter will rush to get a rag for you all to wash off the liquids and sweat, while gamora will whisper sweet gentle praises while making sure the both of you are hydrated. no matter how rough or quick the sex was. they will always end it with you cuddling in their arms as they whisper to you how much they care about you. <3

#marvel x reader #marvel #mcu #mcu x reader #guardians of the galaxy #gotg x reader #peter quill x gamora #peter quill #peter quill x reader #gamora #gamora x reader #peter x reader x gamora #starmora x reader #starmora #starmora x reader smut

[here2bbtstrash]

look down on me like that - 7 (explicit)

genre: slow burn enemies to lovers hatefucking coworkers au, smut (w some eventual angst)

pairing: yoongi x reader

summary: your asshole coworker min yoongi has made it his personal mission to ruin your life.

word count: 8.9k

contains: ~explicit sexual content~ !! alcohol mention, baby goth jungkookie 👀 some appreciation of jimin's ass 🍑 wonho is back !!! reader continues to be goin through it, jimin pulls no punches this chapter he rly said the library is open, could it be..... a.... softer yoongi???, i put some of yoongi's actual achievements as a producer in here (yes that's a warning), suckin' dick and fuckin' in the office yktfv (but make it Riskier™️), inadvisable methods of dealing with presentation anxiety, protected sex, a half-kiss that i fully expect to be screamed at about, some Sad Yoongi Backstory is unlocked (and yes it's real 🥲), and???? feelings??? maybe????????

A/N: ohhhhhh man we're back back again 🫡 i really did not think this chapter was gonna go that hard and then suddenly sdkjgdfljg i don't even know what happened. thank you so much for your patience bc i know it's been a minute 🥺 and i really really hope y'all enjoy and can't wait to hear what you think !!!! 💜 AND I CAN ALREADY TELL YOU Y'ALL AREN'T READY FOR CHAPTER 8...... (i'm not even ready 😩)

ALL MY LOVE TO @haliiimede FOR BETA READING ILY SORRY I FORGOT TO CREDIT YOU THROW ME AWAY

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chapter six | masterlist | chapter eight

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“Jungkook?”

His nose scrunches up a little when he laughs. “Were you expecting someone else?”

“I-I… I just—” You stammer, trying to remember how to make words happen. It feels like your brain is on a five-second delay. “You, uh, look different. Your outfit.”

You’ve interacted with your baby-faced coworker literally hundreds of times at this point, and in that time you’ve become well-accustomed to seeing him in his standard corporate attire, slacks and button-downs, or occasionally changed out for boxing class, muscle tees and sweatpants.

But you have never seen him dressed like this. All black, head-to-toe. His t-shirt and over-shirt are both baggy while somehow still managing to hug tight around his biceps and the solid muscle of his chest. A silver chain dangles from one of the belt loops of his slouchy utility pants, which are in turn tucked into chunky combat boots that easily give him an extra two inches of height. A matching thick silver chain is clasped around his neck, glittering in the dim light of dusk outside your front door.

Jungkook frowns as he looks down at himself, like he doesn’t even recall what he’s wearing. “I always dress like this,” he remarks with a shrug. “Just, not at work.”

“I cannot believe you,” you say, somewhat breathless as your eyes trace down his body and back up.

“What?” He laughs again. “What did I do?”

“First you keep from me that you have dogs, and now I found out you’re goth, too? What else are you hiding, Jeon Jungkook?!”

“I’m not hiding anything! These things never came up!” He sounds so flustered that you can’t help but smile, and you see a clear expression of relief flash over his face as he seems to realize you’re not actually mad.

You shake your head, digging into your purse to retrieve your phone as you brush past him, letting the front door slam shut behind you. “That’s it. Baby Star Candy is dead. You are officially Baby Goth now. Changing your contact name and everything.”

When you turn to look at him over your shoulder, he’s still smiling, still standing dumbfounded on your doorstep.

“Come on, Baby Goth!” You can’t quite suppress the laughter in your voice. “I don’t want to be late!”

As the two of you slip into Jungkook’s car and he starts to pull out of your apartment complex, he glances over at you. ”So, what did you get up to today? I feel like I barely saw you.”

Your gut twists as it all comes rushing back— that mere hours ago Yoongi had you pressed against the door of his office, his hand up your dress, while he went through an entire business conversation with none-the-wiser Jungkook on the other side. And that once Jungkook had left, you’d turned around and practically begged Yoongi to fuck you where you stood, right up against his fucking door. And he had.

Your chest constricts a little at the thought. Sex, in the office, in the middle of the workday. Like an idiot.

You wish you could say you regret it.

Heat rushes to your face, and you fumble for an answer to Jungkook’s question. “I just, uh— today… was a lot.” You hope your smile is more convincing than it feels, and you hope you’re just imagining the way Jungkook’s eyes linger on you for an extra second before his gaze flits back to the road.

“Well,” he thumbs at the volume control on the steering wheel, turning up the radio a couple notches. “Now we get to have fun. Work hard, play hard, right?”

Your nerves start to recede again as you fall into the comfortable routine of time spent with Jungkook. It’s funny to you now that you thought it might be any different to interact with him outside of work.

Apart from the mildly distracting fit of his shirt, Jungkook is exactly the same— wide eyes sparkling in the headlights of passing cars as he babbles on about TikTok, then interrupts himself to sing along to the radio. He only pauses for breath when you interject with directions to the venue, until he’s finally pulling into a parking space and turning the key to kill the engine.

Jungkook gazes up in awe as you have your tickets scanned and lead him into the venue entrance, clearly trying to take it all in. This is one of your favorite places to see Jimin perform, and it’s still overwhelmingly impressive, even though you’ve seen it dozens of times now.

“Wow, this place is really nice. Your friend must be a pretty big deal.”

“Jimin is a huge deal,” you say with a nod and a shrug, used to it. “You’ll understand why when you see him dance… And also when you see his ass.” You giggle a little, unable to help yourself.

Jungkook laughs too, eyebrows lifting off his forehead like he wasn’t expecting that response.

You wave him down a hallway towards the center of the venue. “Come on, Baby Goth, we’re in VIP.”

His brows lift impossibly higher. “What does that mean?”

You shoot him a wink. “It means we drink for free.”

You know the route by heart as you emerge from the hallway and lead Jungkook towards the front, where you flash your tickets again to be let into a section close to the stage.

Jungkook eagerly volunteers to get the first round, and you’re thankful he isn’t gone long. Alone with your thoughts is the last thing you want to be right now— at least not while sober. When he hands you your drink, you lean in to tap the plastic edge of your cup against his in a cheers.

“To working hard and playing hard,” you smirk as you repeat his line back to him, then pause. “Just— please do not share anything I say tonight with anyone at work.”

“I swear,” Jungkook nods, and you can’t help but smile when he holds out the pinky of his free hand. You link yours with his to seal the deal. “I’m good at keeping secrets,” he says earnestly.

“Right, like you kept the secret of Yoongi’s lock code?”

His face immediately reddens. “That was different.” He covers the awkward pause— or maybe you’re just imagining it— when he takes a sip of his drink, then continues. “Did you ever end up using it?”

Your heart drops into your stomach, and you exhale in relief when at that moment, the lights start to dim, and the now filled-in crowd begins to cheer in anticipation. You wave a hand at Jungkook as if to indicate you’ll tell him later, and you pray he won’t remember to bring it up again.

As the dancers take the stage, you lean over to point Jimin out to Jungkook, though you know as soon as he starts moving you won’t have to. Everyone is talented, but there’s something about the way your best friend dances that makes it impossible to watch anyone else. He can nail any style, can convey so much story and emotion through his movements, can execute choreography flawlessly while still doing it in his own unique way.

After the first few songs, you’re both on your feet, and when Jungkook leans toward you to be heard over the music, you’re certain he’s about to gush over how good Jimin is, the way everyone does the first time they see him perform.

“You weren’t kidding about his ass!” He half-shouts instead, and you nearly drop your drink. Jungkook stares openly at Jimin as he moves across the stage, both powerful and graceful. His head tilts slightly to one side. “I mean. Wow.”

The alcohol makes you laugh easily and loud. You have to take a moment to catch your breath before you can respond. “Okay, Jungkook!”

“What?” Jungkook is laughing now, too. “I can appreciate a nice ass, regardless of who it’s attached to!” There’s a pause as you both giggle and catch your breath. “But uh— please don’t share that at work.”

You extend your pinky first this time. “Promise.”

Jungkook smiles as he locks his finger with yours, then drops your hand. The song has ended, so he doesn’t have to talk quite so loud as he continues. “He really is talented, too.”

You nod. “Jimin was a trainee for a few years, but I think he’s a lot happier just dancing like this. It was a lot of pressure.”

Soft synths of the intro to the next song have already started to build, and when the beat kicks in, Jungkook’s eyes go wide, and he looks up with a grin. “Oh shit! I fucking love this song!”

You giggle. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you swear before.”

He glances at you over the rim of his cup, his smile growing cocky. “Well, you’ve never gotten drunk with me before. The things you miss when you leave happy hour early.”

Your heart sinks a little at the memory, and you’re grateful Jungkook is already lost in his own world, bopping along to the upbeat song, so he doesn’t seem to notice the way your face falls. It’s like Yoongi has left fingerprints all over your life, and no matter what you do, you can’t get rid of them.

You take a long pull of your drink until you hit the bottom.

Jungkook is a welcome distraction to it all. By the final chorus of the song that you now recognize as an EXO cover, he’s fully gotten into it, unable to stand still and launching into some on-the-spot choreography. When he executes a dangerously well-performed body roll, your jaw drops.

“I think you missed your calling,” you shout over the music. “You should’ve been an idol!”

“Yeah?” Jungkook cocks an eyebrow, hips still moving fluidly. “Think I’d be as good as Kai?”

You nod. “Oh yeah. I can see it now.” You gesture as if reading off a magazine headline. “Heartthrob Jeon Jungkook. But they’d call you Baby Star Candy, of course.”

Jungkook smiles at you, striking a final deliberate pose for the last note of the song. “I thought I was Baby Goth now?”

You smirk as you correct him. “Only I’m allowed to call you that. Your army of fangirls will have to get in line.”

It’s like the lack of music backing him up makes him go shy, and you watch the way Jungkook’s cheeks flush, the way his nose scrunches when he laughs and waves the idea away. “I’m good. Think I’ll stick to TikTok.”

You giggle through another two drinks before the show is over, and as the dancers leave with a final wave, you cheer extra loud for Jimin until he glances your way and sticks his tongue out at you. When the house lights come up, you nod for Jungkook to follow you, making your way past more security to the back of the venue to meet Jimin at the stage door.

You can’t help but laugh a little in surprise when you round the corner to see a familiar face amidst the small group already waiting. Wonho is leaning up against the wall, looking hilariously small and nervous for how large his frame is, and clutching a bouquet of roses as red as his hair.

Biting your lip, you wave at him, and he waves back, but neither of you move to say anything else.

You can’t quite shake the embarrassment that comes with being reminded of the night you first met Wonho. Just another set of stupid Yoongi fingerprints.

Jimin emerges from the stage door a few minutes later, unceremoniously dropping the dance bag slung over his arm when his eyes land on Wonho waiting for him.

“Aw, baby!” Jimin pouts in disbelief as he accepts the roses, only to then immediately be swept up into a bridal carry. He squeaks when Wonho effortlessly lifts him off the ground. 

You roll your eyes despite the smile that creeps across your face. “You two are ridiculous.”

Jimin shoots you a sour look. “Can you let me have a whirlwind romance for once in my damn life, please?” He takes Wonho’s face in both hands to kiss him squarely on the mouth.

Jungkook is clearly still processing all of this, radiating ‘confused but happy to be here’ energy as he scoops Jimin’s abandoned dance bag off the floor to carry it over his shoulder.

Jimin sideeyes Jungkook as he pulls away. “And who is this man touching my stuff?”

Jungkook’s eyes widen, and he glances at the bag like maybe he should put it back down.

You reach up to smack Jimin on the arm. “Shut up. This is my friend and coworker, Jungkook. Be nice to him.”

“I’m not going to be nice to anyone until I get some fucking food,” Jimin snaps. His toes point as he kicks his feet daintily in Wonho’s arms, a dancer through and through. “Can we go eat now?”

Your first stop is a restaurant near the venue where you order a metric ton of brisket at Jimin’s demand. While Wonho and Jungkook easily destroy most of it between the two of them, your best friend still seems to have enough to improve his mood. It probably helps that Wonho hand-feeds the majority of it to him.

When he’s not gazing adoringly at his boyfriend, Jimin is attempting to communicate with you using solely his eyes, which keep darting over to Jungkook, his brows lifting in a silent question.

You tighten your jaw and do your best to subliminally shake your head without attracting Jungkook’s attention. Thankfully Jungkook doesn’t seem to remember that there’s anything else in the world except his plate of food.

Jimin narrows his gaze at you, his universal signal for “we’ll discuss this later”, and dread floods in the pit of your stomach.

Sure enough, when you finish your meal and move to a table at the bar down the street, Jimin sweetly suggests that Wonho and Jungkook go together to grab the first round of drinks, giving no indication that he has any sort of ulterior motive. They shrug and nod, Jungkook immediately starting to quiz Wonho on his protein intake as they depart.

Jimin pounces as soon as you’re alone again. “I’m sorry, you’re having a sordid office sex affair with a coworker and you’re telling me it’s not this man?!”

You roll your eyes. “No, Jimin.”

Jimin sucks his teeth, clearly unimpressed. “I thought I raised you better than this. I’m about to make him my hot goth girlfriend if you don’t.”

“You literally have a boyfriend.”

His brows pinch together, like he’s confused why that matters. “Wonho would love a third. He can barely keep up with me. But don’t change the subject.” He leans forward, arms folded on the table as he stares you down. “Babygirl, why on earth are you wasting your time fucking a man you don’t like, when you clearly have some very nice alternatives available to you?”

“I’m not doing that anymore,” you scowl. “The correct number of coworkers I should be fucking is zero.” It feels like Jimin’s gaze is drilling right to the depths of your soul, and you press your face into your hands as alcohol loosens your lips and the guilt overflows. “…Even though the actual number of coworkers I fucked today is one.”

“Bitch!” Jimin’s hand smacks loud against the wood grain, enough to make you flinch a little. “You have got to be fucking joking!”

You shake your head silently into your palms.

“At the office?!”

You nod pathetically for a few moments before dropping your arms down on the table with a whine, your forehead quickly following. “I don’t even know what happened. It’s like when I’m around him my brain malfunctions.”

Jimin goes uncharacteristically silent, and when you dare to peek up at him, his lips are pursed slightly as if in thought. “Are you sure you hate him?”

The question makes you sit back up. “What does that mean?”

He shrugs, feigning innocence. “I don’t know, it’s just... if I didn’t know any better, I’d say that kinda sounds like a crush.”

You instantly make a face of disgust. “What?! No. Absolutely not. I know I hate him. He’s a nightmare. He’s cocky and insufferable—”

“So am I,” Jimin interrupts, crossing his arms over his chest. “And you love me.”

You open your mouth to argue back, but he lifts a single finger to quiet you.

“I’m not done.” He pauses, and there’s an immediate sinking feeling in the pit of your stomach. “What I see right now—” Jimin gestures in the direction of the bar “—is a fit, handsome, and seemingly very nice man who has spent the whole night looking at you like you put the fucking stars in the sky. And yet here you are, still talking about Suga, like you’ve been doing nonstop for the last month, who apparently has such a hold on you that he can make your panties drop during business hours. Yet I’m supposed to believe you hate him? This math is not mathing, love.”

It’s only when he stops talking that you realize your pulse is racing.

“Jimin,” you breathe. You double-blink, hot all over with a rush of sudden shame, trying to will away the sting at the corners of your eyes. “That’s not fair.”

Jimin’s gaze stays locked on yours as he refuses to back down even an inch. “Answer me this: would you be reacting this way if you really did hate him?”

Your jaw drops in disbelief, but you only get a beat of silence to attempt to process your best friend’s comments before Jungkook is thudding a glass of beer on the table in front of you.

“Sorry that took a second! It’s busy tonight,” Jungkook says brightly as Wonho moves around to the remaining open seat. “What were you guys talking about?”

Jimin fixes Jungkook in a blank stare. “Menstruation,” he replies flatly, not missing a beat.

You cling to your drink for dear life as the conversation continues on around you, and you do your best to smile and nod while you try not to replay Jimin’s words back a million times in your mind. But it’s a losing battle.

As your head spins, you run through the list of things you know to be true. Min Yoongi is your coworker. Min Yoongi is unquestionably an asshole. Min Yoongi has, since your very first day, embarrassed you, belittled you, lied to you, even threatened your job. Min Yoongi has never shown an ounce of evidence that he cares for you in any way. Your eyes flit aimlessly around the room as you try to think. Min Yoongi is—

Your heart drops into your gut. Min Yoongi is sitting at the end of the bar.

It’s not real.

This can’t be real, you tell yourself. It’s just the long, strange day and several drinks you’ve had working together to play tricks on your brain.

You blink hard, willing Yoongi’s face to morph back into that of some stranger, but when you open your eyes again, he’s just as real, exactly the same as before.

Except for the fact that he’s now staring at you.

Yoongi’s mouth goes slack, like he’s coming to the same realization as you— that the two of you have managed to find yourselves in the same place at the same time, completely by chance.

You stand up so fast you nearly knock your drink over. All three heads at the table swivel to look at you, and Jungkook speaks first.

“You okay?”

“Uh, y-yeah, yes,” you stammer unconvincingly. “Just gonna grab another beer.” Your eyes glance back up to search for Yoongi again, but they don’t immediately catch sight of him, and you don’t dare look for too long.

“You still have half of this one left,” Jimin remarks dryly.

Your gaze returns to your drink and you choose the first option that occurs to you: you down the rest in one swig and slam the empty glass on the table. All three pairs of eyes on you go wide.

“I’ll get another one for everyone, be right back!” You grit your teeth in something that you hope approximates a smile, then start to head for the bar, your heart already racing with anticipation.

After a few steps, a hand on the small of your back startles you, enough to make you freeze in place.

When you look over your shoulder, you see it’s Jungkook, also on his feet and right behind you. “Do you want help with the drinks?” He leans into your ear to ask the question, probably to be heard over the din of the bar. Your head is spinning from the rush of alcohol and from getting to your feet so fast. You don’t remember Jungkook smelling this good, or his voice being this low.

You turn to face him to answer and wow, now he’s really close. You sway slightly, a little unsteady on your feet, as your eyes meet his and your face flushes. “Oh, uh— no, I’m okay. But thanks, JK.”

There’s an extra second where neither of you say anything, Jungkook’s hand still pressed to your back, warm against the thin fabric of your dress. Then he nods and turns to head back to the table.

Your brain can hardly hold space for anything else as you spin towards the bar again, trying to catch sight of Yoongi through the crowd of people that only seems to have grown in the last few minutes. You weave through the mass of bodies with a combination of mildly polite apologies and stubborn determination, until you make it all the way up to the bar—

—where there is absolutely no sign of Yoongi. Gone without a trace, the barstool where you swear you just saw him now left empty.

You squeeze your eyes shut and exhale, willing your pulse to return to a normal pace. Maybe it was just your imagination, a trick of the light, a side-effect of an alcohol-dizzy brain and all this overthinking. Maybe you didn’t actually see what you thought you saw. Maybe…

It’s only when your eyes flutter open that you notice it. A nearly full glass of whiskey sitting abandoned on the bar, directly in front of the empty stool.

Before you can even think about why you’re doing it, you’re moving again, now fully shoving your way through the crowd of people until your palms find the glass of the front door and push hard. You stumble out of the bar, the cold night air like a slap to the face as you belatedly realize you left your jacket slung over the back of your chair.

Wrapping your arms around yourself with a shiver, you step out properly onto the sidewalk. Groups of passersby part down the middle to walk around you, and if they shoot you dirty looks, you miss them entirely. Your head whips one way, then the other, looking for— you’re not even sure what. A flash of familiarity, maybe, a glimpse of something, anything. If only just for reassurance that you didn’t make it all up.

Someone calls your name.

You spin around, your pulse thudding in your ears, only to belatedly realize it’s coming from the entrance of the bar, where Jungkook is standing, holding the door half-open as he leans through.

“What are you doing?” He steps out, letting the door fall shut behind him as he crosses to you. You don’t know why something in your gut twists, why you’re suddenly hit with the urge to scream at him. Didn’t you tell him not to follow you?

Jungkook continues when you don’t respond, his brow pinched with concern. “What’s wrong? Why are you out here?”

The question feels impossible to answer. You can’t think straight enough to make sense of any of it— why you went after Yoongi, what you planned to do when you caught up to him, why it even matters to you at all that he was here tonight.

Jimin’s words echo in your skull, deafening.

“I—” you stammer, giving the only answer you can. “I don’t know.”

A gust of cold air makes you shudder hard, and Jungkook’s hands have suddenly closed over yours on your upper arms, dry heat against your icy skin.

“It’s freezing out here,” he murmurs, clearly still confused. He shifts to wrap an arm around you, pulling you into his side, and you don’t fight it. 

Emotional exhaustion takes over, and as you allow Jungkook to lead you back inside, you do your best not to think about anything at all.

~*~

The weekend blinks by far too quickly, and the dread of Monday morning looms over you, all the little moments from Friday stacked like a heavy weight in the pit of your stomach.

You don’t hear from Jimin after Jungkook drops you off that night, and you’re too stubborn to text first, secretly hoping he’ll make the first move and apologize for reading you for filth unprovoked. But considering how busy he’s been with rehearsals leading up to the show, you doubt he and Wonho leave his bedroom all weekend.

Which means that when Monday morning comes, you have to face it alone.

Thankfully, you have no shortage of work to distract yourself with, so you try to keep your head down and focus, flitting between meetings, calls, spreadsheets, emails, paperwork, slide decks. You make polite conversation with Jungkook as always, but you keep it brief. When you take lunch at your desk, you tell yourself it’s just because you’re busy. That’s all.

You work and you work and you desperately try not to think about anything else. Your coworkers slowly start to trickle out as the day wraps up, but you barely pay them any mind, only half-heartedly returning the farewells called over their shoulders as they push through the glass doors.

When you finally sit back, it’s only because your vision is burning from endless screen time. You’re not even sure you’ve remembered to blink. You press your face into your hands to give your weary eyes a break, before glancing at the clock, eyes widening at the realization that it’s already past seven.

A wave of anxiety floods your veins as it occurs to you that you haven’t seen Yoongi leave yet— you would’ve noticed. You set your jaw as you reach for your phone.

Are you still here?

The response is nearly immediate.

Presentation room.

Better than his damn office, you think to yourself, and then two more texts pop up.

Need more time.

A lot more.

Fucking hell.

You shove your chair back and get to your feet, acting on impulse more than anything else. As you storm down the hallway, you will yourself not to be reminded of shoving through the crowded bar and stumbling into the street Friday night. You were just drunk, and surprised. This is different. It has to be.

You bang open the door to the presentation room with enough force to surprise even yourself.

“Now, Yoongi,” you snap.

He’s seated in the chair behind the podium at the front of the room, slouched over his laptop, bottom lip caught between his teeth. Despite your dramatic entrance, he doesn’t so much as glance up.

“Just give me like, ten minutes.” He winces at the screen of his computer. “Maybe twenty.”

You cross your arms in frustration. “Some of us are tired, Yoongi.”

At this, his head snaps up. “Well, some of us got tapped to give a fucking presentation to the visiting overseas team. Tomorrow!”

You take a step back, your eyes widening at his tone. You haven’t heard him genuinely raise his voice like this— not since the argument during your very first team meeting.

“Not like I don’t have shit that I’m supposed to be working on,” he mutters, more to himself than to you, eyes returning to squint at his laptop. You notice now that it’s connected to the screen at the front of the room, and you can see him scrolling through the slides of a presentation, pausing occasionally to add in speaking notes.

You blink, trying to keep up. “Why did they tap you?”

“A great question,” he huffs. “Apparently they’re curious about who the producer with the Grammy nomination is. I’m being asked to do a ‘high-level timeline of my career and accomplishments’. Guess these assholes haven’t heard of Wikipedia.”

“That’s… stupid.”

Yoongi looks up again, his mouth dropping open slightly, like he wasn’t expecting that response. He finally manages to speak as his gaze jumps back down to his slides. “Thank you. That’s what I said. I tried to get out of it, but it appears I am being forced.”

“I didn’t think you could be forced to do anything.”

“You’d be surprised,” he mumbles under his breath, paired with a dry laugh. “I’ve been forced into dealing with your ass, haven’t I?” His eyes don’t move from the screen.

A smirk tugs at the corners of your mouth before you can stop it, and you step further into the space. The room is set up with three large, unnecessarily fancy tables, reclaimed wood, arranged in a U shape facing the podium and screen at the front of the room.

Taking your time, you cross behind the tables and head for the seat furthest away from the podium, dead center. When you get there, rather than pull the chair out, you spin around to sit your ass on the wooden surface, turning in a half-circle so that your legs dangle off the edge, palms flat on either side of you.

You stare Yoongi down from across the room as he continues to fiddle with his laptop. “Let’s hear it, then.” When his eyes find yours, you tilt your head to the side expectantly. “It’s good to practice with an audience. You should be thanking me.”

For a moment, you think he might try to argue with you, but to your surprise, he gets to his feet with a resigned sigh. He presses a button on his laptop, and the presentation goes full-screen, flipping back to the first slide.

His mouth tightens as his fingertips grip the wooden edge of the podium.

“Good morning everyone, my name is Min Yoongi. I’m also known by my producer pseudonym, Suga.” His deep voice is monotone, edged rough like gravel, like there’s nothing he’d rather be doing less.

You fold your arms again, surveying Yoongi carefully as he continues. Your eyes widen in surprise when only a few sentences in, he outright trips over his words, stuttering an impressive amount before he manages to get back on track. His gaze remains at a fixed point on the floor, unmoving, and he speaks like his presentation is one endless sentence, without so much as a pause.

“Stop,” you call from your spot opposite him. The command comes out louder than you expect.

Yoongi’s head snaps up again, but to his credit, he stops talking.

“Start over,” you say simply. “Remember to breathe this time.”

Yoongi blinks once, twice, then silently taps through his slides to the beginning. You hear him take a tentative inhale before he starts. “Good morning everyone, my name is Min Yoongi.”

He takes it slower this time, getting past where you stopped him before, until a moment where he falls silent. You see his face twist slightly as color blooms in the apples of his cheeks. “Uh, shit. I forgot what my next thing was. Fuck, hang on.” He fumbles with the trackpad of his laptop, and you huff a laugh of disbelief.

“Oh my god.” You can’t quite manage to bite back your smile. “You do have a weakness.”

“I just hate presentations,” Yoongi sighs, his mouth pulling up into a flat line. “The whole point of being a producer is that I can stay in my studio and not have to deal with people.”

Your fingers tap against the edge of the table, intrigued. You’ve never seen him like this before. “You just need to fucking relax, Yoongi.”

“You say that like that’s something I know how to do,” he mutters, so low you wonder if you were supposed to hear it.

You’re on your feet and crossing the room before you can second-guess the thought. Yoongi glances up with a face that reads mild confusion, and the expression only deepens when you place both hands on his chest and firmly shove him. As he’s clearly not expecting it, it’s enough of a push to knock him off-balance, and he has to take a few steps back to steady himself.

“What are y—” The question dies in Yoongi’s throat as you sink to your knees in front of him. He’s moved just slightly out of reach, and you gaze up at him through your lashes and beckon him towards you with a single finger.

He steps forward as if drawn in, like a moth to a flame.

If there’s a part of you that tells you to pause and think about this before you do it, you can’t hear it over the deafening silence in the room. And the last thing you want to do right now is think.

Close enough to touch now, you flatten your palms to slide up the smooth fabric of Yoongi’s joggers, teasing your fingers over the waistband when you get there. You glance at him again, half expecting him to tell you to stop, but his only response is the jerk of his adam's apple in a hard swallow.

A thrill runs through you at the idea of doing this here, perfectly hidden behind the podium.

“Start from the beginning again,” you instruct, your voice low and even. “If you can do it like this, you can do it tomorrow.”

A muscle in Yoongi’s jaw jumps, and he nods almost imperceptibly. You don’t move an inch until he inhales and starts over. His voice isn’t quite as steady this time. “Good morning everyone, my name is Min Yoongi.”

With a self-satisfied smirk, you hook your fingers under both his joggers and boxers at once and firmly push them down. His dick has only barely started to harden, which makes sense, given his nerves and your wholly unexpected ambush.

The thought of feeling his cock grow in your mouth, get heavy on your tongue, makes arousal start to pool in your gut.

He’s still talking, hasn’t even stumbled once yet, so you reward him with a finger curled under the head of his dick, lifting it up to be flush with his stomach. You take your time as you drag your tongue up his exposed shaft, laid flat against the prominent veins there. When you reach the tip, you shift to grip him at the base so you can kitten lick at his frenulum, purposefully teasing.

Yoongi just barely manages to disguise his groan as a cough, and you pull back, smirking a little. “What was that?”

He exhales, clearly trying to regain focus as he continues where he left off. “I have over 100 KOMCA credits as a songwriter and producer.” You hum approvingly and take him into your mouth. 

As you hollow your cheeks and begin to suck, you can feel the way he swells to stretch you, pulsing warm, and it only encourages you. Your hands move to grip at his thighs, and when you take him deeper, head bobbing steadily, you taste the salt of his precum as he starts to drip.

You let your tongue loll out past your bottom lip to lap further down his shaft, and this time there’s no questioning the sound he makes: a distinct, breathy whimper. It’s enough to coax a wicked smile out of you, and you have to pull off his cock briefly to keep from gagging. You pause to admire the way it shines, glossed wet with your drool.

Your lips chase after him almost immediately, sucking just the tip in, and you swirl your tongue over it in lazy, sloppy circles.

Yoongi is clearly struggling to keep his composure now. “I was the first— oh, fuck.” He cuts himself off with a proper moan when you take him down as far as you can without warning. He hits the back of your throat and you keep him there, forcing yourself to swallow, your throat spasming around his length as you choke on it.

He tries again. “The f-first artist to win MAMA's 'Best Collaboration' award— m-multiple times.”

You finally pull off to gasp for air, a few strings of spit still connecting his now leaking-hard cock to your lips. Yoongi makes another soft noise at the loss, and you gaze up at him as you pant, reveling in the look of near-distress on his face.

“Finish the presentation,” you purr, your voice slightly hoarse from having just shoved his cock down your throat.

Yoongi’s eyes squeeze shut as he continues, and you lean forward, taking him into your mouth again tongue-first. You waste no time sucking him back into the tight clutch of your throat, and your fingertips dig bruises into the skin of his thighs to keep him from bucking his hips up.

You refuse to relinquish control. Not yet.

His hands cup the back of your head like he’s clinging on for dear life as he keeps trying to get the words out. “T-the collaboration netted me my first fuck—ing Grammy nomination. I— nnh— look forward to attending the ceremony in person next week, and I— I-I feel confident about our chances for success. Shit.” 

With this, you realize that he’s made it all the way through his talking points, and you pull off his dick with a wet pop.

“There,” you smirk, pausing to wipe your mouth with the back of your hand before getting to your feet again. The steady pulse between your legs is hard to ignore. “Was that so hard?”

“God dammit,” Yoongi’s voice is heady and dark as he steps in to close the distance between you. “I need to fuck you.”

You quirk an eyebrow, a little surprised by the bold statement. “Need?”

There’s a flash of something in his eyes that makes your cunt clench. “Get on the fucking table.”

Even as you follow his order, you can’t shake the feeling of still being in control, nor the smug satisfaction earned from making this man come undone so very easily. You hike your dress up slightly before perching on the table closest to the front of the room, your teeth raking over your bottom lip in anticipation.

Yoongi’s already standing in front of you, and his hands slide under your hips to firmly drag your ass to the edge of the table. In two swift movements he shoves your dress further up your thighs, then hooks his fingers under the lace of your panties and pulls them down, tugging them off one ankle entirely and leaving them to dangle from the other.

It’s only when your legs drop open that his hurried pace slows. He pauses, with a soft hum.

You inhale sharply when he lifts a hand up to brush over you. His fingers press against your folds in a V shape, teasingly pulling your pussy lips apart. Just the small motion is already enough to earn him a slick noise.

“Or,” he murmurs, “maybe I should repay the favor?”

Your chest constricts at the thought when you realize what he means. Going down on you, here, in a conference room, where anyone could technically walk in and see. It’s after hours, but you didn’t lock the front door— it’s not unheard of for someone to forget something at the office and double-back for it. It feels too luxurious, too dangerous. In more ways than one.

“We don’t have time, Yoongi.” Your hands fist in his shirt to pull him closer, and he steps in between your spread legs. “Just fuck me.”

The look on his face makes you wonder if you’re missing out. “Suit yourself.”

He fumbles into the pocket of his still pushed-down joggers to retrieve his wallet and fish out the condom tucked inside. A shiver runs up your spine as he tears it open and rolls it over his length.

Yoongi glances up at you when it’s all the way on, one hand pressing into the table behind you for leverage as he uses the other to line himself up with your entrance. It’s only now that you realize how very close to you he is. You’ve never done this face-to-face before.

With no prep, the stretch of him is nearly overwhelming when he pushes in, and you gasp. Yoongi stops when you do, only the very tip of him nudged inside of you.

“Hurts?”

“Not in the bad way,” you murmur, and he pushes in a little further, slow enough that you can feel every inch of him working your pussy open. Your fingers grip the edge of the table and dig in hard as you whimper at the sensation.

“That’s it, fuck.” Yoongi gives a grunt of effort as you take the last of him, until he’s pressed in to the hilt, your cunt clenched tight around him, your walls already fluttering softly from the pressure. You’re both breathing heavy as his hips momentarily still.

It takes you by surprise when his hand shifts to grab your jaw, tilting your gaze up to meet his. His tongue swipes over his bottom lip as he surveys you for a moment.

“Say it again,” he murmurs.

You swallow hard. “Fuck me.”

With the hint of a smirk, he starts to move. He rolls his hips to drag his cock nearly all the way out, then fucks it in again in one heavy stroke, angled perfectly to hit your g-spot. Your eyes roll back in your head.

“God, Yoongi,” you whine when he does it again, and again. “We— nnh, we shouldn’t be doing this.”

The hand on your jaw grips tighter. “Not even a lock on the door. Anyone could walk in and see.” Your cunt throbs at the low growl of his voice. “Do you want to stop?”

“N-no,” you groan as he picks up the pace of his thrusts, enough to make you dizzy. His hand slides down to splay broad over the column of your throat. “Please don’t fucking stop.” 

“Yeah?” He grunts, dark and raw, his grip tightening slightly. “Want it that bad?”

Your legs hook around his hips to urge him deeper, harder. “Need it.” Your voice is hardly more than a whisper from the pressure of his hand. You blink up at him, your eyes searching his— for what, you’re not sure.

“Need,” Yoongi breathes a laugh, more air than sound. “Makes two of us.”

Desperate for an anchor, you reach up and wrap your arms over his shoulders to pull him into you. Your mind is reeling with the adrenaline rush of doing something so reckless, and you press your bodies together until your noses bump with every stroke of his cock fucking into you. His parted lips are so close to yours now, you swear you can feel electricity sparking in the barely-there space between.

You feel like a live wire, like every sensation is amplified a thousandfold. Yoongi releases his grip on your throat to slip the same hand between his hips and yours, and his fingers circling your clit are enough to send you over the edge, fast.

“Yoongi,” you gasp into his mouth, your hands clawing at his shoulders as the pleasure builds until it’s too much, and your thighs start to shake. “Just like that, oh fuck, Yoongi, I-I’m gonna—”

“Come.” His lips brush against yours when he says it, a touch so light it could’ve been an accident.

You throw your head back with a strangled sob as your orgasm rips through you, and he leans into you, forehead dropping down against your collarbone, clearly close behind.

“God,” Yoongi groans hoarsely as his hips start to rut even faster. You’re so lost in pleasure, you can barely process that he’s speaking. “What are you doing to me?”

It only takes a few more thrusts and then he’s coming too, your cunt still spasming around him, both of his palms pressing flat to the table behind you as his voice breaks on a wordless rough-edged gasp.

You stay pressed into one another as you come down from the high together, all flushed skin and shaky breaths. Yoongi shifts first, lifting his head off your shoulder, and you take the cue to unwrap your arms from around his neck. It’s a slow, strained untangling, his spent cock starting to soften inside of you.

“Alright,” Yoongi still sounds breathless as he pulls out, and when he steps away, you reach down to tug your underwear back up over your hips.

Your saving grace is a box of tissues at the podium, and Yoongi makes short work of peeling the condom off, wrapping it in as many layers of tissues as he can before tucking it into the conference room trash can with a grimace. He uses a few more to clean himself up, then exhales a stream of air as he pulls his boxers and joggers back up.

“Let’s get the fuck out of here.”

When you make it back to your desk, you pack your things up in a mindless haze. It’s only a minute or so after you finish that Yoongi emerges from his lab, and you follow after him out the glass front doors, neither of you speaking as you lock them from the outside.

The elevator ride down to the lobby is equally silent, until you step out and see gray-black stormy skies and a steady downpour of rain through the glass walls of the atrium.

“Shit,” you groan.

“Allergic to water?” Yoongi’s smug voice over your shoulder immediately makes your jaw clench.

“Shut up,” you snap. “I didn’t bring an umbrella, and the bus stop is a few blocks from my apartment. I’m gonna fucking drown.” Not that you care, you tack on silently.

“You take the bus?”

At this, you whip around to glare at him. “We’re not all millionaire music producers, you know.”

He shrugs, like you’re not wrong. “I can give you a ride. My car’s in the garage.”

Your eyebrows nearly shoot off your forehead, but Yoongi is already crossing to the elevator bank on the other side of the lobby. He presses the button, then looks back at you nonchalantly, like he’s just offered the most normal thing in the world.

Which, maybe it would be, under different circumstances. But there is absolutely nothing normal about your relationship with Min Yoongi.

As if to make the decision for you, a clap of thunder rumbles outside, so loud it feels like the building rattles. You swallow the last bit of dignity you have as you follow Yoongi into the garage elevator. Once the doors close, you can’t help but shoot him a look out of the corner of your eye, but his gaze is fixed on the indicator, watching the numbers tick down as you descend.

“Why are you being nice to me?” Your voice comes out harsher than you mean it to, and Yoongi turns his head to look at you, one eyebrow slightly raised.

“What does that mean?”

“Driving me home? We don’t do this.” You cross your arms over your chest, indignant. “As soon as the sex is done, you don’t want anything to do with me.”

You’re surprised when he laughs a little. “That’s funny.”

You narrow your eyes. “What’s funny?”

He stares at you pointedly, tongue poking at the inside of his cheek for a moment before he continues. “You say that, but if memory serves, you’re the one who keeps running away after.”

You open your mouth to respond, then close it, unsure of what to say. He’s not exactly wrong. Finally it comes back to you. “That’s not true. I saw you, on Friday, and I know you saw me. You left so fast you didn’t even finish your drink.”

Yoongi’s face scrunches up in a slight wince, like he’d rather not recall the moment.

“Yeah, well. That was different. I was trying to respect your privacy. Let you go on your date in peace.” He smirks slightly. “Though I guess it can’t have gone that well.”

You roll your eyes, your patience really starting to thin. “Jungkook and I are just friends, Yoongi.”

“Okay,” he says flatly. “In any case, I certainly didn’t plan to show up and ruin your night or anything. Just an unfortunate cosmic coincidence.”

You pull your bottom lip between your teeth for a second. “We seem to have a lot of those.”

“Yeah,” Yoongi sighs. “We do.”

The elevator doors slide open, and you lapse into silence again as you follow Yoongi to his car and slip into the passenger seat. After you give him your address and he plugs it into the GPS, there’s no sound at all other than the fall of rain and the swipe of his windshield wipers once you pull out of the garage.

You worry at your bottom lip until the words bubble up. “You don’t listen to music?”

Yoongi’s eyes flit from the road over to you for just a second, like he wasn’t expecting the question. “Uh, I— no, not really. I do that all day. I don’t mind the silence.” You take that as your cue to fall quiet. To your surprise, he keeps talking.

“You know, when I was a teenager, I had a part-time job at a music studio in Daegu.” He squints out the rainy windshield, like he’s recalling the memory. “I started making my own beats there, and I learned a lot of stuff that fueled my drive to be a producer.”

He glances at you again, and you nod, unsure where this is going.

“But, uh—” He huffs a laugh, like he’s embarrassed. “They didn’t pay me. Just kinda how things were back then, and I was too young to know better.” Stopped at a light now, Yoongi drums his fingers over the steering wheel. “I remember there were a lot of nights where I couldn’t afford both food and the bus ride home. If I wanted to eat, that meant a two hour walk home.”

Your jaw drops. “Jesus.”

Yoongi’s mouth presses into a flat line. “Yeah. Wasn’t easy.” There’s a heavy silence, and then he shrugs. “Anyway. Just made me think of it, when you said you take the bus. I haven’t thought about that in a long time.”

“Wow.”

The light changes color and he eases off the brake. You think maybe that’s all you’ll get, and then he nods. “It’s almost like I forget sometimes. That life isn’t still like that. It still feels like it could all get pulled out from under me any second.”

You hum as you take in his words. “And… that’s why you don’t know how to relax?”

The corner of his mouth turns up a little. “Pretty much.”

You can’t suppress the soft laugh that slips out, so you look out the passenger window, letting the sound flutter out to the rain-streaked glass. “Your villain origin story.”

When you glance back at him, a smile has stretched over the whole of Yoongi’s face, though his gaze is still fixed on the road. “Spoken like somebody who wants to walk home.”

There’s a gentle buzzing in your brain, and you wonder if it’s just a post-orgasm high. “Nice try, Min Yoongi,” you tease. “You don’t scare me anymore. I know you’re all empty threats now.”

His eyes flash, and in that moment his expression goes somewhere you can’t quite follow.

“Maybe so.”

The conversation lulls again, and you watch the rain fall fast and heavy on the car windshield, fat droplets scattered aside over and over by the relentless wiper blades.

Try as you might to not think about it, you can’t help but be hyper-aware of Yoongi sitting next to you. He drives one-handed, like it’s easy, his free arm resting on the center console between you. You can see the prominent veins of his hand in clear detail each time the car slips under the glow of a streetlight. Close enough to touch, if you wanted.

The silence has you counting your inhales. It occurs to you that this is the most time you’ve spent in such close proximity to Yoongi where you weren’t actively having sex. You don’t know what to make of it.

He turns into your apartment complex, pulling to a stop in front of your building when you point it out to him. You automatically reach for the door handle, then pause and turn back to look at him, figuring you should say something. “Uh, thanks. For the ride.”

Yoongi smirks. “Thanks for the public speaking lesson.”

You roll your eyes, but you’re smiling a little despite yourself. “I guess we’ll see tomorrow if it worked or not.”

“Guess so.”

There’s a pause, and your heart squeezes into your throat. You don’t know why it feels like you’re waiting for something to happen.

That thought alone is enough to spur you into action, and you quickly avert your gaze from Yoongi’s face. “Have a good night,” you murmur as you fumble open the door, grab your purse, and slip out of the car without waiting for a response.

As you climb the stairs to your apartment and hear the slick of Yoongi’s tires turning out of the complex, you can’t help but wonder if this counts as running away, too.

chapter six | masterlist | chapter eight

#yoongi smut #yoongi angst #yoongi x reader #bts fanfic #bts x reader #look down on me like that

[voiceofsword]

everyday i wake up and remember that Rinne got flustered when Shinobu genuinely told him that he was genius.... i have many crazyb scenarios floating in my head because of this info

its like. your telling me that all it takes is for rinne's unitmates to say ONE genuine compliment towards him to make him short circuit and lose the act ??? and your telling me niki has NOT taken advantage of this???? COULD YOU IMAGINE THE POWER HE WOULD HAVE IF NIKI JUST KNEW THIS INFORMATION???

i hc that rinne's unitmates (esp niki) will just randomly give him a genuine compliment just to see him flustered and be the one embarrassed for once, like some strange sort of karma or something

OK LOL THIS IS MY SECOND TIME WRITING THIS, I WROTE OUT A WHOLE ASS ESSAY AND TUMBLR DECIDED TO WIPE IT CLEAN....I WROTE LIKE 600 WORDS WITH SCREENCAPS AND EVERYTHING THE FIRST TIME and now its 1.5k words. 

ANYWAYS YES YES YES ANON.... I TOTALLY AGREE i think about this a lot.. asobi club my beloved. i also think the crazyb scenarios have SOOO much potential and i loooove thinking about stuff like this as well because its always nice to take the more outwardly confident charas down a peg. because why not. im a sucker for niki having the upper hand for once ❤️

now i will proceed to provide 500 examples and analyse them because i also think about this facet of rinne’s character a lot (the one that becomes timid when good stuff is said about him, or how he’s actually a Nice Person but covers that up as best as he can) and i would like other ppl to think about it a lot too. this is basically just a hc/small analysis dump post so sorry anon for you have opened the floodgates 

i love every aspect of rinne’s personality but this side of him, the one that grows so easily flustered around others when he’s caught off-guard, is the best imo. he doesn’t really show it around most ppl, only niki, hiiro, and kids (like shinobu!!) because those are the only ppl that bring that out, bc theyre so earnest, so genuine in their intentions, that rinne is forced to confront reality As Is instead of dance around the subject.

a lot of the cast is convinced that rinne is this unapproachable, eccentric, inconsiderate asshole (which is true, at times - he’s carefully developed this persona so if he wants people to see him that way, it’s what they see) but when they actually put away these boundaries a lot of the time ppl see that he’s just. some guy (a silly example of this is chill yellow where hokuto, tsukasa and keito try to enlist his help to help them ease into “villain” roles for their auditions, and when rinne sees their efforts he’s so bewildered by it all he puts his wild image to the side to be like what the hell? you guys are all freaks???)

gonna split this into several little sections but for example, with niki i think niki doesn’t realize he can take advantage of it because a lot of the time these advances from rinne are met with complete disbelief. granted niki doesnt really think to compliment rinne often, it’s usually the other way around. so when rinne is being completely earnest, unabashed in his devotion for niki, niki turns around and goes “what??? what?” like he cant understand that such nice words are being said to or about him. THIS IS A TOPIC FOR ANOTHER TIME THOUGH, we’re talking about rinne here…. sorry i am physically incapable of not making everything even a little bit about rinniki….

of course this grants rinne an easy way out: instead of addressing that he’s being fully serious and owning up to these feelings his kneejerk response is to be like “kyahaha, stuupid niki! i can’t believe you’d fall for that!” but we all know he’s dying inside. it’s obvious. there’s only so many genuine, loving remarks a guy can make towards his guy best friend before the audience starts catching onto the fact that maybe he’s not actually joking, and that his guy friend just has severe self esteem issues, and is also plain stupid (endearing). IF NIKI OPENED HIS EYES HE COULD HAVE RINNE ON HIS KNEES….. WE’RE ROOTING FOR YOU…..

that’s exactly what happens in this scene, and they go on to play bicker because thats. their love language, i guess???? they’re weird. i love them

also we all know how rinne reacts to niki asking to kiss him in hot limit. regardless of how you interpret his reply (whether hes upholding his hometowns customs, being shy, or trying to make sure niki is serious about him..) most ppl can agree that after all of his advances in main story and towards niki In General he was probably freaking out, but handling it very well

niki is simply too reactive to respond to rinne’s genuine comments and be calm about it… i dont think he realizes rinne truly means all of them and his view about himself is too low to just accept the compliments and when niki gets flustered, rinne gets flustered too, but unlike him becoming speechless like he does with other people, rinne combats it with humor, b/c this is the sort of thing he and niki are used to. this, however, is not how he deals with affection coming from other people…..

gonna attach the exact scene i think you were talking about here, but when compliments come from those younger than him, like hiiro and shinobu, his initial reaction is a lot different

i’m going to link the tl for nursery rhymes as the op does not want their tls reposted, but this is the exact chapter that i think you’re referring to, the interaction itself is at the very end in case other people would like to see.

rinne points out that there’s no clever retort to shinobu’s genuine compliment, that there’s no banter he can build off of to “defend” himself - so he’s left feeling shy, and exposed. ofc its not shinobus intention to make him feel bad and idt rinne feels bad, necessarily, it’s just jarring.

rinne has a very cultivated persona that he’s built from the ground up from the end of his solo career to his current career in crazy:b. there are times this mask “slips” and he’s brought back to a similar personality to the one he had as a child in flashbacks or himself as a 17 y/o in hot limit, where he’s more meek, quiet, careful with his words, not purposely inflammatory. usually, he’s really good at keeping up appearances! look at his reputation in ES as a troublemaker with a complete disregard for everyone around him!

but when he’s confronted by people who are more “pure”, who don’t question his intentions from the get-go, he is at a loss. rinne is good around most kids because there’s no sort of “prejudice” against him, for lack of a better term; the people that this sort of thing happens around would be 1) people he loves and trusts entirely, who have known him before this persona even came into fruition (niki, hiiro) 2) people who aren’t immediately defensive around him, who don’t see him as a bad guy and trust him inherently (shinobu, for example!! sora, too! i feel like asobi club is a perfect example of this, both the story and the club itself!)

now hiiro… rinne replies to hiiros compliments in a similar way to how niki replies to His, because there’s a deep trust there between the two even though they’ve been apart for several years, and there’s enough trust for rinne to shut hiiro down completely, and get entirely flustered. i think a lot of why he’s like this with him stems from the fact that up until now hiiro was unable to express his love for his brother, or namely, he wasn’t allowed to, because of how they grew up.

rinne’s used to loving his brother, caring for him, but not the other way around, because in their hometown they were both raised with the idea that hiiro is a “liability”, that his role was to be rinne’s advisor and nothing else. for that reason and many others, rinne left his town, both because he was sick of his lack of liberty as well as being told that loving his brother was wrong, that he had to treat the one person he treasured at the time badly, that he was meant to be a leader and nothing else.

rinne goes on to explain this several times during the main story, but this is my fav instance of it b/c it hits really hard

any type of love from or towards hiiro, in this case familial, is foreign to him. so when rinne goes 5+ years without seeing his brother and his brother eventually learns that being affectionate towards rinne is okay, he’s obviously going to be a bit flustered! he’s not used to it! and hiiro is very loud and proud about it too, which probably makes it even worse for rinne. AND EVERYONE ELSE.. hiiro is not the best at picking up social cues but that is ok. it’s like when you learn something new and want to keep doing it so you dont forget and because its exciting!! hiiro is learning how to love and rinne is happy for him but he’s not equipped to deal with that .

NOT A SCREENCAP FROM IN-GAME BUT I THINK ABOUT THIS VIDEO SO OFTEN… hiiro being excited to perform with his brother and rinne is so speechless at his enthusiasm he’s like y-yeah. I LOVE IT WHEN HE IS RENDERED SPEECHLESS!!!!! 🗣️🗣🗣

the very end of main story (ch5) is dedicated to rinne talking about how he’s been told he’s wrong his whole life over every little thing he does, and i think that provides such valuable insight as to why rinne is the way he is? and why he can’t respond to genuine compliments coherently. even tho he presents himself as self-assured and does whatever the fuck he wants at this point i still think he suffers from berating himself, and it shows whenever he’s being self-sacrificial and justifies bad things happening to him with “well, i deserve this”. even though he’s come a long way, it’s always hard to unlearn harmful behaviors learned from youth

i dont rly know how to end this off because i went on such a tangent answering this hc ask IM SORRY ANON…. if u wanted me to draw smth please send another ask idm at all i just had to ramble because i love rinne-kun very much. i think he deserves the world, and just like hiiro, he is also learning to give and receive love without restraint, just in a different way. in the meantime i will relish in him getting embarrassed every time someone says smth nice to him 🙏

help me

#rinne amagi #only tag im adding bc ?!? idk. maybe ppl would like to read. i think character discussion is fun #do not interpret the rinne and hiiro analysis as romantic in any way or i will bite you #mimthinks

[sugars-fluffy-escapes]

pspspsps

do you have any hc's for Eddie "The Ler" Munson finding out Y/N's worst tickle spot is their feet?

My lee brain is buzzing w the possibilities-

The way I just had to tuck my feet under my blanket while reading this??? ANON??? JESUSHCHRIST ⚰️🏃🏽‍♀️ (/lh /p) Hcs under the cut because my lee mood self is feeling rambly now ☺️ 🖤

Okay- so, we know that whenever Eddie "The Ler" Munson finds out someone's ticklish, he's gonna have a fuckin field day finding their weak spots, but ohhhh holy shit, is he gonna have a field day if he finds out your feet are your weakest spots.

The first time he finds out, he's gonna get such an impish little smirk on his face. You know how with ticklish spots there are certain smaller ticklish spots within those that are even worse??? Yeah- like with every other weak spot of yours Eddie knows about, he's finding those- He's mentally mapped out every ticklish spot you have, so of course he's finding them 🫢

Okay- I'm feeling brave rn despite how flustered this is making me, so I'll ramble in depth. Eddie's more inclined to use teases that revolve around you being helpless and "unable to escape your tickle-filled destiny" when he gets a spot that renders you defenseless, so I wish you luck if your feet are your most ticklish spots /lh

HE USES THE STUPID (<3) SPIDER TEASE ALL THE TIME BECAUSE HE KNOWS IT WORKS AND HE GETS SO SMUG ABOUT HOW IT GETS YOU EVERY TIME HE DOES IT. Eddie Munson's electric guitar playing self knows exactly how to make his fingers move like a spider and I'm now having to tuck my feet under my blanket while typing this- (MY FEET ARE ALREADY UNDER THE BLANKET 😭 I'M TUCKING THEM IN THE BLANKET AGAIN AGSHDHDHDJ) He'll start spider-walking his hands closer and will act like he wasn't doing anything when you call him out or tuck your legs close to you. But then, when you least expect it, he's gonna snatch your ankles and pull you down the couch so he can tickle you senseless. 🫣

You know the trope of a ler using one friggin finger for tickling a weak spot? 🏃🏽‍♀️🏃🏽‍♀️🏃🏽‍♀️ He'll do that while giving you a tickle villain monologue because he is a NERD <3

Guitar. Picks. He uses those (on every weak spot but he'll be a complete supervillain with this spot. (No bc a tumblr moot told me that there are these guitar picks called finger picks??? AND- THEY LOOK TERRIFYING? (/hj /lh) AHSHSHDHDHF- I absolutely do NOT have a whole note filled with hcs about the "Guitar Pick Apocalypse /s) Knowing Eddie he's probably got at least one ring with a claw shape and he's going to taunt you with it- asshole 🥰

Eddie "Tickle Villain Monologue" Munson uses one friggin finger pick and speaks annoyingly slowly/draws out his words. Don't expect anything to distract him from tickling you either. He'll have your ankles in the crook of his elbow and will spider-tickle your weak spots while casually having a conversation with Steve 🪦 /lh

Trying to watch a movie? Don't rest your legs across his because the first spot he'd target is your feet. And then he'll have the nerve to tell you to pay attention to the damn movie when he's the one tickling a death spot. Eddie's strong and if he ever catches your ankles in the crook of his elbow you'll be stuck like that for a while 💀

Ohdeargod- (I am army crawling my way to finishing these hcs because I'm flustered and hiding my feet under my own legs AND a blanket 🥴 Haaaaaa- there's a reference there) Angry!Ler!Eddie is gonna be your absolute DOOM (<3) if your feet are your death spots. Mock sympathy + laughing/smiling angrily + ruthlessness = rest easy cause you'll be laughing yourself to death /j

The scary thing about this spot/spots, is that Eddie doesn't even look to see where on your foot he's tickling. He knows 🫢⚰️🏃🏽‍♀️ /lh

And now I conclude the hcs with this gif because it sends me spiraling into a major lee mood and whatever you do don't imagine that he's wrestling your hands away and catching your ankles before he tickles you 🥴

Anon I'm in such a lee mood rn OMFG AGSHSHDHFHRJTJ How dare you- /lh /j /p

Thank you for the brainrot it made me giddy 😖🥴❤️ /gen /p

~ Ushu 💙

#sugar-answers #sugar-rambles #ler!eddie munson #ler!eddie #lee!reader #ticklish!reader #sfw tickle headcanons

[greg-montgomery]

He makes you describe every little thing and in turn he does it, but he stops if you stop talking🥰🫶

“What do you think about?”

“Uh, you. Fingering me.”

“Mhm. I need to know a little more than that. How many fingers?” while getting his hand ready to push in as many fingers as you say and follow your daydreams to a T (no pun intended)

Or being like “you daydream about us? Do you ever think about sucking my cock, letting me use that throat while you take it like such a good girl? Did you think about me making you come over and over again? About me talking to you like this?”

Anyways. I’m so normal about this one bestie!!!

i need 😫 (i promise i’m gonna write a part 2 of daydreams where this happens!! <333 i just have to wait probably for the weekend so i’m not dead after work lol!!)

but let’s talk about it 😫🫠😵‍💫

he’s so sweet at first, kissing you all over your face and neck and chest <3 but then he’s like “are all of your daydreams just us holding hands in the park, baby? or do you also think about what i do to you when we get home?” and you get so flustered!!! and your reaction confirms to him that your daydreams are not always so innocent 😏

so he starts teasing 😫 and he asks “do you get excited when you think of me, sweetheart? do those cute daydreams of yours make your pretty pussy wet? make it ache for my touch? i can almost picture you, alone in your bed…my sweet angel all desperate and horny for me. all you had to do was ask and i’d fuck you just the way you like.”

and his hand is already soooo close to the waistband of your panties 😫 and he knows you’re dying for him to touch you but he’s a fucking asshole 🙄

he leaves sweet kisses all over you as his voice comes out softly against your skin 😫😫 he’s like “i’m gonna make them all come true, honey, you just have to tell me what you want.”

ughhh and he asks you about your most recent daydream <333 and you’re sooooo shy, covering your face with your hands as he speaks to you!! but he makes you say it anyway…and makes you look into his eyes as you do :(

you start saying that the night before you thought of him fingering you so he spreads your legs and starts rubbing your clit softly but you stop him and you mumble “not like this” and this gets his attention immediately he’s like 🚨 she’s opening up 🚨 bc even though he thinks it’s adorable that you’re so shy about it - he’s happy you feel comfortable with him 🥺🥺🥺💕💞

ANYWAY. you’re still really shy and your voice can barely be heard but you tell him what you want <33 you’re like “…umm…i’m the one on top” and aaron gets “🤨 is that so?” so you nod your head and tell him that “i’m on my hands and knees and you’re under me, keeping me in place while your fingers are inside me. and when i try to move because it gets too much, you don’t let me.”

so he smirks all satisfied and grabs your neck and kisses you and says “let’s see if i can fuck your little cunt as good as i do in your daydreams then” and you already know it’s gonna be muuuuch better 😫🫠

#nsfw. #hotch 🪐 #ask #t 🌼

[respitelocklyre]

Just need to vent & write down my thoughts…

[The following was never actually posted and exists only as a draft in Respite's socials]

You know, I rlly thought that moving out of my hometown for college was going to make my life less weird overall, not, like, objectively more bizarre. But, like, out of the frying pan and into the fire, yknow??? Or maybe it's more like just a different kind of frying pan bc idk if this situation is worse but it's definitely weird in a different way.

Like, modified memories and disappearing students??? Why me??? Why us, I guess. It involves this whole party of weirdos after all. Not only are Zanther and Coach's memories fucked, but we checked the yearbook in the library from last year and Don Graves and Suma Trun BOTH were missing!! But not like they never existed, no, Sersh said the book had been tampered with using illusion or, like, transmutation magic? Whatever that means. Ugh. Even more weirdly, Roderick C was in the book and still on campus even though he was one of the three students that we met outside the manor. He didn't seem to remember being at the manor, but 🤷‍♀️

Everyone thinks the cheer squad might be behind this mysterious bs, but at least we don't make our members perform blood magic and sign, like, soul-binding pacts in some weird dark ritual like the business club apparently does 🙄 And that's not even on our radar of stuff to look into, to like give an idea of how weird shit is right now.

I'm way more concerned abt Zanther tbh. Sersh also scanned him for magic and he's been enchanted. She kept talking about a possible modify memory spell. Which would explain a lot, but I'm still sooooo confused by all of this 😵‍💫 We want to try and find the deck of many things again if we can, since its whereabouts might, like, give us some kinda clue. idfk.

At least the dinner with Zanther & everyone went ok. I wish Mire remembered him, they were so cute when they were flustered (lol), but maybe it's for the best bc he's being kind of a downer rn. We keep trying to tell him it's not his fault (minus Thad, ofc, but he's an asshole anyways) but ig it makes sense if he rlly thinks Mire disappeared bc of something he did. Still, what a mood-killer after I tried so hard to get everyone together for a nice dinner with no ulterior motives whatsoever!! He was nice enough to pay tho <3

Oh, ohhh, and I hard-launched Javanesh to the group, which turned out to be a fucking mistake. Not bc of anything he did, ofc- he was rlly sweet and even asked me out on another date to go to the Seelie Market!! but my party decided to invite themselves along to the outing too. Thad was just being a little bitch abt me spilling his drink on him earlier (he deserved it i prommie), but now they're alllll gonna be there. Which, like, whatever. It is an open event, it's not like I'm gonna fucking gatekeep a public night market. At least Willow seemed super excited about it (is excited the right word? She kept staring at the poster, so I guess so?) so I'm glad she's happy! We're just gonna have to find a way to sneak away from the others for a bit, is all 😘

#Strixhaven life updates

[aeferkssr]

I SHARED THIS WITH ELY BUT THEY AFE OFFLINE AND I NEED SM TO BEAR THE BURDEN WITH ME

TATTO ARTIST READERR X FLORIST AETHER

SUNSHINE PROTECTOR X SUNSHINE

Like imagine you need some flower to decorate your office cause it's too 'dead' (word of scara your asshole of a co worker) you go to that little flower shop near your office, thinking nothing of it. You had some knowledge about flowers thanks to previous client who explained meaning of their tattoo.

You enter and see this beauty of a man, long golden hair, shining suns for eyes. You feel like fainting from his beauty, sadly (or fortunately) he speaks to you. Now you never stutter but when you needed to reply to his questions you couldn't get the words out of your mouth. "Oh..well you see, i actually, well heh, im a tatto near the street i mean im a tattoo artist my office around the street corner i um wanted to buy some flowers to you know liven up my office..liven up is that even a real word— anyway. Uh yeah." Your cheeks getting hot the longer his gorgeous eyes stare at you, slowly blinking.

You fucked up.

He just goes :D and help you choose a flower, ignoring your little embarrassing episode.

His voice was so soothing to listen to you wanted nothing more than to ask him to sing you to sleep. Half way through the entire shop visit, he ask about your opinion about the flowers thus far. But he soon notice you werent paying much attention. ( 'cute..' he thinks but chase the thought away. His own ear turning red) he tries to snap you out from whatever trance you were. Without much success, you were still in a daze. At this point he was beginning to grow flustered from your gaze.

He tries again and the word you mutter leave him speechless. " How gorgeous, can i call you mine?" He melt from how in love you sounded.

Realizing your mistake, you apologise so much you ran out of breath. Without much thinking you ran out of the store. Leaving a confused lumine and a flustered aether. (And a big bro dain who note to keep an eye out on you. No way you are dating his little bro)

Coming back to your office you see scara staring weirdly at you, until he notice your blush. "Not one word." You threaten.

"pay up." You ended up losing 50 bucks that day because he cannot keep his mouth shut.

(sorry if this is bad i rushed to write this bc ideas where coming in and out :')

IZUMI/MIO/SM ELSE I LOVE YOU SM FOR THIS IM LUTERALLY IN MISERY PLUS AN AETHER BRAIN ROT

now, i absolutely love what you did here. like omg the intimidating tattoo artist!reader literalky going bonker bananas for a pretty little florist!aether just sooths my soul. LIKE DAMN WILL I EVER GET A TATTOO IN MY LIFE? PROBABLY NOT. BUT IS THIS ME IN EVERY ASPECT? ABSOLOUTELY

also the big brother dain agenda is so real. i will literally pay you to say more omg. like damn you want somethjng to eat? ill dorrdash it to you rn. youre so real mio/izumi/sm else i hope you know that

and also i thought of the roles being switched for a bit. like its a florist!reader and a tattoo artist!aether. probably because i will never be over this tiktok omg i love it when people draw emo aether but thats beyond the point

like omg how dare this cute frilly thing make him feel this way. he only came to your flower shop just to get lumine off of his back for the place being "too emo" he never expected to be leaving with a massiave crush on the person who runs the shop right across f4om him

KSKDNDNCB OMG IM GONNA SPARE MYSELD THE EMBARASSMEBT AND END THAT THERE CAUSE ID HAVE TO USE YHE KEEP RRADING FEATURE AND I DONT WANNA WRITE A FIC RN KSKSKFB

anyways izumi/mio/sm else i love you for doing this you arw so great /p

#[🫂] mio #i hope yoy have/had an amazing day #because this was a good day for me #yk #minus diluc #but STILL #i got a new brain rot #and a new asmrtist who kinda soynds like aether #if you squint #(coping)

[havoc-bloom]

*slams table* Hello again! Hope you're having a great day! So I'm back here with another madcom romantic match but this time... Itsa me!

Madcom me is this! (Made on this: https://picrew.me/image_maker/1473460 )

I made a playlist that's basically me lol: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/4UrHlLZeU0w39qGtwMTWrK?si=zlIe-OabTLOyel6lAVDIpg&utm_source=copy-link

I'm 5'4 ish, could be considered a gremlin bc I'm on the chaotic evil side. I'm afab genderfluid and asexual! (Though there's me being constantly thirsty aha-)

The glasses are tinted, my eyesight isn't that bad but I wanna see so.

Here's my personality:

It's either I'm a flirty egotistical asshole or the therapist friend. When you first meet me I'm like, extremely quiet since anxiety. If I like you enough I turn into a leech. I'm annoying you every moment I can, and I like insulting ppl as jokes, though I'll only do it if they're okay with it. I'm neurodivergent so whenever I get overstimulated I'll run around and flail my arms, why? Hot men or music lol.

I also got a buncha scars bc I'm a clumsy idiot :D

Funfacts!:

I make alot of noises, as in squeaks when I'm flustered or surprised, wehs and whas when I'm caught off guard and I would literally meow when I'm simpin(awooga madcom main 4)

My sense of humor is sexual jokes or self-deprication jokes

I am not afraid to hide a body if my bff wants me to 🥰

75% of the time my brain is empty and it's just the dvd logo bouncing around. Which can mean words go in one ear and out the other.

Random storytimes:

"Yea so one time I got lost at the supermarket then the mafia kidnapped me so I'm here now."

"Lmao nice one time my dad left to get milk"

"I wanted a doughnut now I got depression lol"

I got horrible memory and added with my horrible focus it leads into me just bein stupid lol

I'm a simp, Sanford's moobs uwu

I draw too, when I got bored

I hate ants. And when there's too much noise(i.e someone breathin too loudly)

Lmao I'm dyslexic watch me struggle to form sentences

I'm not afraid to kick ass in a skirt, infact it's a power move

Watch me make random dick jokes even tho Ion even have one

I kinda have fangs, 10/10 would chew on things.

Funfact! My love language, but touch me without warning I will freeze up :p

I can be considered the mom friend, if I catch Deimos smokin my foot is up his ass /j. It's the asian genes it turns me into an asian mom, I'll curse you out in vietnamese and cut you fruit later

I have a habit of callin people pet names, like Hun and sweetie, it came from nowhere and me being flirty is just me being friendly but I get crushes too easily. I'll get over it in 3 days tho(i hope)

Have a great day, drink water and take rests!

Hey! Thanks for the ask friend! This one was super fun to write :3

You're paired with...

2BDamned!

Huzzah, a man of quality! Therapist buddies together :)

Scolds you for making self-deprecating jokes then immediately makes a self-deprecating joke and it becomes a cycle.

He knows a little bit of a lot of languages, likes to make sure he's prepared for any situation, so the first time you yell at him in Vietnamese is a ROLLERCOASTER.

He doesn't get nearly enough rest, please get him to sleep even for just a few hours-

Tries his best to help you through the dyslexia, he has it too he's just adapted to it surprisingly well so he'll do his best to aid you with that

"I'm gonna bite it." "No, don't bite it-" *insert you gnawing on a tree branch* "...Why do I bother?"

BOTH OF U + SANFORD TRYNA GET DEIMOS OFF SMOKING BUT HE WON'T STOP >:(

He also hates loud noises, mostly he finds them annoying tho cause he's tryna work

Kills all the ants for u :)

Tends to all your wounds from bumping into stuff and whatnot.

*wrapping your hand w/ a bandage* "What happened this time?" "I slammed my hand in the door..." "Reasonable."

If you call him any sort of pet name he'll melt to the ground like sugar in water, it's adorable :>

Enjoy ur sleep-deprived therapist friend bf :]

#2bdamned #madness combat #madcom #doc madcom #madness combat doc #match ups

[letstalkaboutfandomsbaby]

If you write for Sukuna, I need head anons of him falling in love with a chubby reader. Either Canon Sukuna or fanon Sukuna, either works

Babe, i am so sorry but i went a little hogwild and wrote a novel instead of just a couple of headcanons, pls forgive me for how much you'll have to read 😔🙏 anyways, we're gonna do modern au Sukuna bc although i love that canon genocidal freak of nature, i have an idea and i wanna write about it. Also Sukuna is pretty ooc in this but ykw idgaf, i liked writing him this way sksksk

Word count: 6,826 (im so sorry, pls forgive me sksksk)

CW: chubby fem reader (ofc aldjakdj), modern au Sukuna, smut, use of the words "daddy" and "bunny", use of the word "fat" in a nonderogatory way, not beta read bc this shit is too damn long

Okie dokie artichoky skskks, lemme set the scene for yall

You're a curvy, gorgeous, hardworking woman getting your bachelor's degree and you are 💫FABULOUS💫

You live off campus bc it's cheaper than a dorm. Yea, it's kind of a crummy apartment and one time a mouse crawled under your door but you're stubborn and don't wanna spend a bunch of money

You live at the end of the hall, and for two years no one has lived next door to you, and you were happy with that

Then that all changed when Ryomen Sukuna, an up-and-coming MMA fighter, moved in next door

The first time yall met was when you woke up to hearing him fucking some girl on the other side of your wall

So obvs you go over to his apartment and angrily knock on his door bc wtf dude i'm trynna sleep over here, what kinda asshole makes this much noise this late at night 😤

Ok but when he answered the door, you really didn't expect him to look like THAT

Modern au MMA fighter Sukuna is about 6'3", has pink hair, body and face tattoos, his ears pierced, oh god and he's jacked just built like a fucking god and he absolutely towers over you—

"You here to join or what?" oh FUCK his voice is deep too wtf yall what the FU—

wait

what did he say??

This bitch straight up starts flirting with you while his side chick is waitin for him back in his bed and you're just ??????? HUH????

You're super flustered but politely ask him to quiet down bc you're trying to sleep and he's making too much noise

And this mothafucka SMIRKS and says, "Sure, bunny, I can quiet down for ya. Not sure if she can, but I'm sure I can give her somethin else to do with her mouth."

If you could turn pure scarlet you definitely would bc you are currently losing your shit wtf why is he talking to you like this who tf is this guy—

Anyways, you stutter out a thank you and hurry back to your apartment, pretending like you don't hear him let out the sexiest chuckle you've ever heard behind you

He's kind of a menace after that. He's not the worst neighbor you could have, like he did quiet down after you asked, but then he just brought another girl home the next weekend and was just as loud so you had to go ask him to shut up again 🙄

Oh, and don't worry, he does that again. And again. And again, for five weeks in a row jesus christ, how many girls actually wanna fuck this dude wth?

But it doesn't stop there. No, this dude also insists on bothering you whenever you're home. Doesn't matter if you're just relaxing or studying, he'll knock on your door and interrupt you with some stupid shit

His go-to line is "can I borrow some milk?" which come on dude who tf drinks milk anymore, like I can't even finish a carton of oatmilk on my own and you're out here bothering your neighbors for some?

BUT ANYWAYS you get him some milk while he watches you from your doorway, leaning against the doorframe and eyeing you up and down until you bring a cup of milk to him

"Thanks, bunny. I'll have to return the favor sometime; maybe give you some milk of my own ;)" MAAAAAAN, IF YOU DON'T TAKE YOUR FUCKIN GLASS O' MILK AND LEAVE—

You hate that he flirts with you, you know he's a player, he's got fuckboy written all over him so you know he aint bein sincere when he flirts with you, so why the FUCK does your dumbass heart start to race every time this motherfucker shows up shirtless at your door?!

Sorry, got a lil angry there sksksk

Anyways, Sukuna flirts with you too damn much and you know he's just flirting for fun and doesn't mean any of it so you're pretty sick and tired of his antics

But the truth is that Sukuna actually is attracted to you, even if it's just in a shallow way

Tbh he's never fucked a curvy woman before and he's intrigued with how it would feel

He's curious about what it'd be like to fuck your tits or your thighs, or how you'd look folded in half and drunk off his cock

Surprise surprise, Ryomen likes rough sex and he really wants to be rough with you 🥴

I'm talking slapping your ass, tits and thighs, pulling your hair, fucking your face, choking you, spitting in your mouth. Mans literally wants to beat you up which?? you good dude? you need somebody to talk to because your kinks make me think that you need therapy sksksk

But since you're not used to big buff guys wanting to have sex with you and flirting 24/7, you don't see him as anything but an annoying playboy who just flirts with you bc he's bored and has nothing better to do

You avoid him whenever you can, but he always seems to show up, whether it's at your door or by the mailboxes, and you wonder if you're gonna have to spend the rest of college like this

But then, one day, he stops showing up around you

You expect to hear him fucking someone new that Saturday night, but you don't hear anything and actually have a good night's sleep for once

You expect to see him the next morning when he comes by for some milk ("Gotta have somethin nutritious after that workout last night ;)"), but he doesn't show up

It's Wednesday now and at this point you're kinda concerned, like did he die? Wtf happened to him?

Yk he's an MMA fighter, so you decide to look him up on the internet; maybe you'll find answers there?? It's better than sitting around and asking "what if" questions all day

First link that comes up is to a video showing Sukuna getting knocked tf out in his latest fight. You watch the aftermath of the fight, a hand over your mouth as you see blood drip out of his mouth, his face already swelling as the announcers comment on the fight

Ok, that's it, you're gonna go check on him.

Yes he's annoying and stupid and you've lost a lot of milk thanks to that asshole, but you're still worried about him and wanna make sure he's doing ok bc you're a good person

So you go to his apartment that evening and hesitantly knock on his door

He opens the door a minute or two later, and tbh he looks like shit. His jaw is definitely broken, exceptionally swollen on the left side where he got hit a couple nights before, and he looks super tired

"Need sumthin bunny?" he mumbles, barely able to move his mouth due to his broken jaw

"Are... are you doing alright? I saw your last fight and... I just wanted to make sure you were okay..."

Ryomen shrugs, "Yea, I mean... could be worse..."

The two of you stand there awkwardly, not sure what to say in this situation

"Are you... sure you're okay? Are you sleeping alright? Are you getting enough to eat?"

"I mean," he starts, rubbing the back of his neck, "I'm drinkin protein shakes..."

Ok, you don't know what it was about the whole situation, but you could feel your motherly instincts kicking in and you just had the strongest urge to take care of him bc clearly he isn't taking care of himself

Long story short, you insist on cooking meals that are nutritious and pureed so that Sukuna eats some real food while he's healing

Cue you inviting forcing him to come over so you can make him some food and make sure he eats

He tells you that you don't have to do anything for him but you're stubborn as hell so once you've set your mind on something, you're not gonna change it sksksk

He tries to flirt with you and lighten the mood like he usually does, but tbh he just feels so exhausted and shitty that he can't keep up his playful attitude

He kinda just crashes on your couch while you make him some dinner and begrudgingly drinks the blended soup you made with a straw

You do this for him at least four nights a week, bringing him over to your place and sending him home with enough leftovers for at least lunch the next day

It becomes a new routine for the two of you: him coming over and chatting while you made him dinner, then watching a movie or two before he went back to his place

You start to learn that there's more to this guy than you once thought!

He's not just some annoying flirt who fucks a new woman every weak; he's actually pretty down to earth

Turns out that his upbringing wasn't the best: he was raised by a single mom and he didn't have a lot growing up

He was a delinquent in school, and he got into way too many fights. He eventually started fighting for money in high school, and he was scouted when he was 17

He got a manager and a trainer and within a year he was fighting professionally. He got his tattoos and piercings once he turned 18, wanting to stand out in the ring, and it's definitely worked! A lot of fans like him for his style more than his fighting ability

He earns a lot of money fighting, upwards of $50,000 per appearance, but he doesn't like to spend very much. He's put most of his money into savings and stocks so that he can live comfortably when he's a bit older

Fun fact: he invested in bitcoin when it was worth less than $500, and he got hella cash when the stocks skyrocketed, and then he sold his stocks and ran off with the money sksksks

Anyways, he's well off, but bc he prefers saving money and investing, he lives as cheaply as possible (hence the fact that he now lives in your shitty apartment complex)

Sukuna also starts to learn a lot about you!!

He learns about your interests, the degree you're studying, your taste in movies, and the more he learns about you, the more he realizes that you're not just a pretty face that he wants to pump and dump

And so, Ryomen's crush on you begins when he's healing from his last fight, coming over almost nightly to eat with you or even just to talk

Now, Sukuna doesn't know how to process his emotions at first

Tbh, the first time he realizes that he feels differently about you is when he finally gets the energy to masturbate again

He's masturbated to the thought of you before, fantasizing about all the nasty things he wants to do to you in bed, but those thoughts don't get him off this time

No, this time he keeps thinking about how gentle you are with him since he's injured, being so sweet and kind to him while he heals

He thinks about your pretty smile and the way your round cheeks puff up when you grin, how your hands move when you cook, how your laughter rings like windchimes while you watch a comedy together

And suddenly he's imagining that he invites you over once he's healed, either ordering an expensive meal or cooking something special for you as a way of thanks

He thinks about eating with you, bonding with you, letting his knuckles graze your cheek and jaw before he tilts your head towards his and kisses you oh so gently

He's been with plenty of women before, and he's always been rough with them, pretty much using them for his pleasure, not really thinking about their desires

But you're different from all of them, and he wants to treat you differently too

He wants to guide you to his bedroom and lay you down, kissing along your thighs and up to your sex

He wants to taste you, to lick along those chubby pussy lips and suck your cute clit into his mouth and he wants to hear you moan and feel your soft hands grasping at his hair and pulling him closer, suffocating him in the best way possible

He wants to slide his cock into you slowly, thumbing your clit the entire time, feeling you spasm gently on his cock once he's balls deep inside you

He wants to feel those plush thighs wrap around his waist, ankles locking under his ass and keeping his thrusts shallow, your arms holding him against you, letting him feel your heart beat rapidly next to his

He wants to touch and kiss every inch of you, hearing you whimper and whine with each squeeze, his name falling from those pretty plump lips of yours before he goes in for a kiss—

Ryomen realizes near the end of his recovery that he's fucked

What's he going to do once he's healed? Ask you out? You ignored his advances before his injury, why would you suddenly accept them? The two of you have gotten close enough that you consider each other friends; he doesn't want to ruin that when he's almost certain you wouldn't reciprocate his feelings

Basically, even though he's crushing on you hard and wants nothing more than to make you his, he worries that you won't feel the same and it'll ruin the friendship you've created

No, he can't let that happen. He's rather suffer by your side than lose you altogether, so he keeps his mouth shut and enjoys his time with you, not uttering a word about his newfound feelings

Two months have passed and Sukuna is finally all healed up and ready to fight again

You're prepared to be woken up that Saturday by him fucking some girl, but surprisingly, that doesn't happen

You check the internet to see if he had a fight, which he did, so you were confused why he hadn't brought home one of his fans

Well, maybe he's just too tired this week. He'll probably bring someone home the next week or the week after that, but that doesn't happen

It's been a month since he's healed up and you know for a fact that he's had at least three fights since then, so why hasn't he had victory sex? I mean, he used to do that all the time, why has he suddenly stopped? Did his recovery mess with his libido or something?

Now during this time, Ryomen has continued to be friendly towards you. He's not flirting like he used to; he's treating you with respect and his actions and words seem genuine

The two of you got so used to your routine while he was healing that you decided to hang out in the evenings during the week

Ryo always comes over to your place (he doesn't have a proper couch; he's got a beanbag chair and that's it), either bringing food with him or helping you cook

You alternate who chooses the movie and you just chill with each other, enjoying each other's company in a way that you never in a million years would've imagined happening

He's become... softer with you. You're not sure how to explain it, but before he got hurt, he was all smirky and teasing and unpredictable, but now he's gentler, his flirtatious smirk almost nonexistent at this point

His eyes were softer too; before they had some bite to them, something mischievous, but now they're relaxed and focused, and you start to wonder if his eyes were always that pretty or if something changed along the way—

Oh shit

Ok so maybe you've grown more attached to Sukuna than you originally thought, but who can blame you? It's the Florence Nightingale effect, it's a very common occurrence so it's not like you're alone in how you feel

But how do you feel? Do you like him? Bc for the longest time he was just your annoying neighbor and you avoided him like the plague, so what changed? Was it bc you helped take care of him? Was it bc you got to know him?

There were too many variables for you to pinpoint the exact reason why you started feeling differently about him

All that you knew was that he was nicer now and you actually enjoyed having him around and you wondered if his hair was as soft as it looked—

"Why are you touching my hair, bunny?"

Shit, you didn't realize you had reached out to touch him. You pulled your hand back, curling into yourself on the couch and looking back at the TV

"Sorry. I was just thinking."

Sukuna tilted his head back onto the couch cushions, looking up at you from his spot on the floor

"Bout what? Wonderin if my hair is greasy or somethin?"

You giggle at that, and Ryomen can feel his heart pounding against his ribcage

"No, dummy. Just... I don't know, I was just thinking about your hair, like... like how often you dye it and stuff."

He feels like you're lying but he's not completely sure. He shrugs and looks back at the TV

"Well, I get it done every month or so. I got a personal stylist for photoshoots and shit and she usually does it before a promo for a big fight."

You hum in acknowledgement, barely listening to him. You're still staring at his pink strands, wondering what they look like when they're not gelled back, maybe after a long hot shower after a grisly fight

"You can... you can touch my hair, if ya want. It doesn't bother me."

You feel your face burn, and for a moment you wonder if he can read your mind. You hesitantly reach out again, combing your fingers through his hair, hearing him sigh softly at the contact

It's nice, petting his hair like this, scratching along his scalp and twirling his hair around your fingers. You swear you can hear him moan softly at your touch, leaning into it and following your hand for more.

"You're like a cat," you mumbled, your index finger lightly grazing the nape of his neck, making him shiver. "You act all big and tough and hiss, but once you get a little affection you turn into a little kitten."

"Excuse you," he retorts, arching his brow at you, "but I am not a kitten. If anything I'm a wolf."

You snicker. "Oh yeah? What makes you a wolf?"

"Well, I'm big and strong and protect those I care about—

"—and you turn into a big puppydog when people love on you."

"AYYO, SHUT YER MOUTH" he'll yell, throwing the pillow in his lap at you, making you giggle. You throw the pillow back and soon enough you're having a pillow fight, Ryomen laughing and you squealing as he gets on top of you and bops you with the cushion

"OKAY, OKAY, UNCLE, UNCLE, YOU WIN!!" you squeak, giggling as you pull the pillow out of his grasp and above your head, leaving you face to face with Sukuna

The two of you stare at each other, your smiles faltering as you search each other's faces. The atmosphere has changed; Ryo's eyes turn from playful to thoughtful before he sighs loudly

"Fuck it," is all he mutters before he leans down and kisses you

Long story short, yall fuck on the couch

PSYCHE, YOU REALLY THINK I'D LET YALL DO THAT ALDJALDJKJD

You end up slapping him away, pouting as he leans back, your eyes beginning to water

"Jesus, what the hell, Y/N? What was that for?"

"You go too far, Ryo," you mumble, your lip quivering as you hug the pillow to your chest, looking away. "I don't mind you flirting with me, but playing with my emotions when you don't like me is cruel..."

Sukuna stares at you, rubbing a hand over his face as he sighs again

"God, you're so dumb, Y/N. You really think I'd kiss someone I'm not interested in?"

You blink, eyes darting back to see his face burning red, his gaze averted.

"...What do you mean? ...do you like me??"

Somehow his face turns darker, his hand rubbing over his neck as he looks up at the ceiling, breathing deep for a few moments.

"Yea... I like ya..."

He's prepared for you to kick him out, or worse, tell him that you don't feel the same and ask if you two can go back to how things were. He's tired of not being able to hold you, kiss you, cherish you, call him his. He's not sure if he can stay your friend forever—

"I... I like you too 🥺👉👈"

His gaze shoots back to you, eyes wide as he takes in your bashful expression. He can feel his lips curl unconsciously

"Shit... for real?" His grin spreads wider when you nod, his heart pounding as he leans down again. "Well then don't push me away this time."

Aaaaaaaaand it's official, you're dating sksksk

Tbh not much changes with your routine: Ryo still comes over for dinner and to hang out but now there's cuddling and kissing 🥰

You have a lot of doubts at the beginning of the relationship tho. Like you've seen the kinds of girls he used to fuck (literally all of them looked like models) and you obviously don't look like that so you're insecure about that and dont know what Sukuna even sees in you

You bring this up to him about two weeks after yall officially started dating and he asks if he can show you how he feels

You weren't sure what you were getting into but you agreed, letting Ryomen take your hand and tug you back to your bedroom

Now, Sukuna may be pushy at times, but he'd never force you to do anything, so everything he does is preceded by a question.

"Would you lay on the bed for me? Can I kiss you? Can I touch you here? Can I take these off?" and suddenly you're left in your underwear on your bed with Ryo on top of you

He's a man of actions, not words, so he barely speaks as he pushes his face into your cleavage, pushing your breasts together and groaning softly between them

He fondles your breasts for a while, his big hands are gentle but firm, squeezing your tits before he pinches your nipples, tugging at them before he introduces his tongue

You can feel his erection press into your thigh as he sucks your nipple, lavishing it for what feels like an eternity before he moves to the other one. At one point he pushes your breasts together and tries to suck both nipples at once, making you whine from the attention.

He eventually moves down your stomach, kissing and squeezing it along the way, leaving a trail of love bites before he reaches your sex

He nibbles at your plump mound, sucking on the extra flesh above your cunt, squeezing your thighs as he keeps them open

Once he finally reaches your pussy, you're completely soaked, your underwear drenched in your fluids

He teases you a bit ("Seems like somebody likes the attention they're getting 😏") before he practically rips your panties off, diving into your cunt like a starved man.

He eats you like you're his last meal, taking his sweet time slurping and sucking on your labia, bullying your clit mercilessly before pushing his fingers into you

You easily cum on his thick fingers, riding out your orgasm as he laps at your cum, but he doesn't stop. No, he pulls not one, not two, but three more climaxes out of you before he decides that he's done.

By the time he's finished, you're practically begging for his cock, on the verge of tears as you pull on his arms and try to bring him closer

"What's the matter? Does my cute chubby bunny want my cock? You want me to fill up that pretty pussy?" And you'll nod and whine and whimper for him, and how can he deny you when you're acting so precious? He hasn't even fucked you yet and you're already needy for more.

His cock is massive, to put it lightly. You always wondered why his past partners screamed so loud in his bed, and now you know. He's about 9 inches long, about as thick as a soda can, so heavy that it hangs low once he takes his boxers off

"Nervous, bunny?" he asks, massaging your thighs as he brings his cock closer to your entrance. "Don't worry. Daddy's gonna be real gentle with ya, okay? Gonna make you feel so good, baby girl."

And he does, he really really does. He's so gentle and sweet with you that you wonder what happened to your real boyfriend. The man on top of you is nothing like the man you first met months ago, and yet he's still sporting that same playful smirk right up until he pushes the head of his cock into you, thumbing your clit rhythmically

"Oh fuck, baby. Jesus... if I knew you'd feel this good, I woulda fucked you a lot sooner."

He doesn't last as long as he usually does, and it's all your fault. It's your fault for having such a tight, wet pussy that squeezes him just right; it's your fault for being so soft and warm and squishy underneath him; it's your fault for moaning wantonly, mouth falling open and eyes rolling back, looking so deliciously pretty as he grinds his cock into you.

He makes sure that you cum one more time before he pulls out, jerking off on your tummy. He groans loudly when he sees his thick, white semen coat your pudgy belly, and deep down all he wants to do is rub his cock against your tummy until he cums again.

Instead of that, he just plops down beside you, pulling you to his chest, not caring about the mess he's made.

"Feel better?" You nod and he chuckles tiredly. "Good. Now no more feeling insecure. You're too pretty to be sad." 🥺🥰💕💕💕

Once yall fuck for the first time, all bets are off sksksk like Sukuna is CONSTANTLY horny for you wtf

He's wanted you for so fucking long and now he's gonna have you in every way possible

He fucks you on every piece of furniture in both your apartments (yes, this includes all the countertops and even the walls)

He tries to be gentle with you after your first time, but he really can't help himself. I mean, you're just so cute and sweet and hot and god the look you give him when he slides his cock into you is to die for

Sukuna isn't a fan of pulling out, he'd much rather finish inside you. He also doesn't like condoms so be prepared to be on birth control if you aren't already bc he's gonna cum in your pretty pussy 95% of the time. Occasionally he'll pull out and finish on your ass or thighs, but he prefers watching his cum drip out of your tight hole 💕

He's normally pretty chill during sex, like he's not fucking the life out of you most of the time, but there are some exceptions!! For example, when he comes home after winning a match, when he's feeling jealous and possessive, when you're wearing something too cute/sexy. If any of these things happen, he'll be rougher with you, his fantasies from before his crush on you resurfacing

He only does these thing's with your consent, but once you give him permission he goes wild. You will not be able to walk for at least an hour after and once you do, you're gonna be wobbling like Bambi for a bit

You'd think that his fav position would be doggystyle so he could see your ass bounce, but he honestly prefers positions where you're facing each other. He wants to see your face when you cum and feel your nails scratch up his body plus then he gets to hold you close and feel your soft plush body against his 💕

He's begun a habit of buying things for you. You never ask him to, but sometimes he'll show up at your apartment with a few bags or packages and he'll ask you real nice and sweet if you could model some clothes for him.

He gets lingerie, little dresses, crop tops, mini skirts and shorts, just anything that'll show off that sexy curvy body of yours. He'll sit on your couch with his legs spread, the outline of his cock extremely noticeable in his gray sweatpants, relaxing with a beer while you try on the clothes he got for you.

It's pretty embarrassing for you, having this hot guy buy you clothes you didnt ask for, telling you to turn around and let him get a good look at you. Your body gets so hot from the looks he gives you and the little whistles and comments he makes as he eyes you up and down.

"Cmere, bunny," he'll say, making you feel like prey in the presence of a predator. You listen, of course, bc you know he would never hurt you. He'll have you straddle his lap, bringing your hips flush against his so you can feel his throbbing cock against your cunt.

"Look at what you did, baby. You went and made me all hot and bothered for ya. Are you gonna take responsibility for yer actions or am I gonna have to bend ya over and punish my little bunny?" LORD, GIVE ME STRENGTH—

Fast forward to you bouncing on his cock, your new clothes ruined already from Ryo ripping them out of impatience. He doesn't care tho, he's got plenty of extra cash to spend on you.

Ok but Sukuna has a tendency to use the word "fat" but not in a mean way like he uses it during dirty talk. "I love this fat little pussy of yours", "you got a nice fat ass, bunny", "who's this fat cunt belong to?", "you better sit that fat ass on my face before I lose my patience" like???? Ok, it's a little jarring at first but he partly does it bc he doesn't want you to hate the word "fat". Like he knows you have a rough history with the word and he doesn't want you to have negative emotions associated with the word, like every time you hear the word he wants you to think about his thick cock splitting you open instead. Idk man, i can't explain it, he just loves how big and plump you are and he gets turned on every time he calls your pussy fat 🤷‍♀️ but ofc if u don't like it then he won't do it 💕

Has a habit of using your clothes to hold you better and fuck you harder. Like if you're wearing his shirt and lookin like a fuckin snacc he will bunch that shit up in one hand and uses it like reigns, like he's gonna pull you onto his cock with each thrust and fuck you harder

He's a fan of anal. He can live without it, but he loves fucking your ass while you've got a vibrator in your pussy. Again, he won't do anything you don't wanna do, but he'll bend over backwards just to put the head in let me put the head in oooo i dont want more than that girl i respect the cat i promise just a touch—

SPEAKING OF SEX TOYS, he loves using them with you 💕 he doesn't really like em on himself, but he loves using a vibe/clit sucker on you during sex, maybe put a cute little heart shaped plug in your ass, maybe put some clamps on your nipples that clink and jingle while you bounce on his cock. He's got a little collection, but he uses vibes most often bc he loves how it makes you jive on his dick 🥴

He calls you his good girl, but when he's in a rough mood, he calls you his little slut 💕

RYOMEN SUKUNA IS A SLUT FOR STEM BITCHES, LIKE IF YOU GET A DEGREE IN A SCIENTIFIC FIELD HE WILL JUST HNNNNNGGGG GO APESHIT!!!! He doesn't know wtf you're sayin but you sound really sexy sayin it. Big man just wants to turn a smart girl dumb with his big fat cock 🥺💕

He gets really pissy if you try to go on a diet or lose weight. Now dont get me wrong, he's happy if you're happy, but if you try to lose weight bc you don't like your body he will shut that shit down immediately. Makes sure that you don't skip meals and eat enough calories, he doesnt CARE if you don't like your size, you're literally perfect and there's no way in hell you're gonna change just so society accepts you so why don't ya chill out and let him order you some takeout after he dicks you down? I mean, ya gotta regain your strength after all that strenuous activity, might as well have a meal from your fav restaurant, hell, have some dessert too! If you're worried about gaining weight, he'll find a way for the two of yall to burn some calories ;)

Although he seems like the kind of guy who only cares about sex, he's actually a very loving and sweet boyfriend. It's just that his love language is physical touch so he often uses sex as a way to express his feelings for you. But that's not the only way: he also insists on cuddling with you every second he can, and if he isn't holding your hand when you're going out then he gets all pouty and grumpy.

Overall, you're very happy with your relationship with him and you don't have any complaints... well, there is one thing

You've noticed that Sukuna never asks you to come to his fights. It's not like you want to go and see your boyfriend of six months get beat up, but you want to be there to support him! You wanna cheer him on and give him a big kiss when he wins!! Is that too much to ask?? 🥺💕

You watch highlights of his fights at home, and sometimes you'll watch the interviews after the fight and listen to what commenters say.

At some point, the commenters start talking about Sukuna and how he's changed over the last several months. They talk about how he used to be seen with a new girl after his fights every week, his arm around their waist as he answered a few questions before leaving, but now he's always alone and he tries to leave asap after his fights. "What happened to the playboy that Sukuna's fans grew to love?" they ask rhetorically.

You end up asking Sukuna why he never brings you to his fights, and he's hesitant to answer. You ask him if he's embarrassed by you and he firmly denies it, saying that he isn't embarrassed by you in the slightest. He eventually reveals that he doesn't bring you along bc he's seen how the media treats other fighters' partners and he doesn't want anyone to attack you for any reason.

Yall talk through things and basically you tell him that you're a big girl and you can take care of yourself. And although Ryomen just wants to keep you safe away from all the people who could be shitty to you, he gives in and invites you to his next match.

Fast forward to said match which is actually against the same dude who broke his jaw almost a year ago. You're sitting right outside the octagon where his manager and trainer are (they're super excited to finally meet you!! They're v nice and cool 😊). You're wearing one of Ryo's fav hoodies and almost bouncing with excitement bc omg you’re gonna get to see your strong hot boyfriend fight irl for the first time!!

The match starts soon enough, and you're cheering on your boyfriend the whole time. It's nerve-wracking to see him get hit, especially since this guy hurt him so badly just this year.

It's the main event so there's five rounds total, and it's long and grueling, but Sukuna wins by a hair and you're so excited!!! You literally start jumping around when he wins, squealing and clapping and cheering for him.

He leaves the ring and goes straight to you, picking you up and twirling you around. You're squealing, yelling at him to put you down bc you're "too big" and he "shouldn't exert himself after a fight like that". He finally puts you down, cupping your face and kissing you hard. He smirks at you when he pulls away a moment later.

"I know my limits, bunny. You need to relax and trust me a bit more." You open your mouth to protest but he just kisses you again, the two of you ignoring the rambunctious crowd in the background. "I'm gonna have to bring you to fights more often," he almost yells as he pulls away. "Pretty sure you're my good luck charm." 💕💕💕

You become more involved in his career after that, showing up to the majority of his matches and supporting him. You've even got some fans of your own! There's people out there that are literally cheering you two on and want you to stay together forever and it's so adorable 🥺💕

Side note: you know how they have those pre fight press conferences with opponents? And how the opponents trash talk each other and shit? Well, at his next big conference after yall went public with your relationship, the guy Sukuna was supposed to fight made some rude comments about your appearance and Sukuna ended up knocking him out on stage with a flying kick. Nobody dared talking shit about you after that

Ok so you're convinced that Sukuna is the only big buff dude who finds you attractive but you are WRONG, DEAD WRONG. A LOT of the gym rats that occupy the same spaces as Sukuna find you very sexy and wanna fuck a chubby beauty like you (bc let's be honest, a lotta gym rats are chubby chasers). You may not notice these guys looking at you, but Sukuna does and he hates it, you're his chubby bunny and he needs everyone to know it, so what does he do? He records himself fucking you from behind and sends it to his acquaintances so they know who you belong to. Also will not hesitate to drag you to the gym with him so that after he trains he can fuck you in the showers in the locker room. He likes knowing that his fellow fighters are right outside changing and can hear you moaning like a whore for him.

After a couple years together, Sukuna gets a tattoo associated with you. Could be your name or a little bunny, but he wants to have a physical reminder of his love for you. Maybe it's his wedding gift to you (bc he's dumb and corny like that sksksk).

Yes, he's had playboy tendencies in the past, but tbh once yall started dating he knew you were the one and he was ready to settle down after the first three months. He doesn't propose for a couple years, but in the back of his mind he knows that no one else can make him as happy as you do, so he's certain that he's gonna spend the rest of his life with you.

Please don't break this boy's heart. He puts on a tough act, but he wears his heart on his sleeve and can't handle when his loved ones hurt him. That's why he doesn't have a lot of ppl close to him: he's worried about getting hurt.

He won't admit it, but you're the only thing that matters to him, like you're his reason for living. Before you, he just went through the motions and didn't really think about what he'd do when he retired. Sure, he saves money for retirement and whatnot, but he doesn't really have a plan for life besides fighting.

Then you come along and make him all soft and mushy and now he's thinking about getting a nice house with a backyard, adopting a big dog and maybe having a kid or two if you wanted. He's finally found a reason for living and he's for damn sure never going to let you go 💕

#ask #ryomen sukuna #smut #fem reader #chubby reader #jujutsu kaisen #jjk #pls forgive me for how long this is #im still not 100% satisfied with it but I hope yall enjoy it regardless 💕 #mma fighter!sukuna #sukuna #☀️ asks

[idv-marythefairy]

Hi!

I was wondering if i could request a Wu Chang x fem!reader who’s really small? Just like relationship headcanon. I’m just a simp for that man😩

💜 Take as much time as you need on this! Your work is really lovely (￣∇￣)

hi hello! i’m currently studying for exams but i now have free time so i’ll do it ^^! i’ll try to do my other requests too bc i’ve neglected them!!

WU CHANG X SMALL READER

ok, ok, these two are TREE MEN, alright?

these men are probably taller than slenderman himself istg!

xie and fan always have to bend down to your level and give you forehead kisses

absolutely love it when you get on your tippy toes to give them a kiss, they find it EXTREMELY adorable

allow me to inform you that you gave them both a size kink fr fr!

fan would constantly tease you about your size in all TYPES of ways (if you get it, you get it 😌)

on the other hand xie takes it more lightly on you and just teases you once or twice every week

xie has to scold fan for his inappropriate jokes regarding your size

“how DARE you speak to our lady like that with such... profanity!”

“oh, come on! you know you like it just as much as i do!”

“that doesn’t mean that you should go around speaking ever so... inappropriately towards her!”

xie always offers you piggyback rides or just places you on top of his shoulders and carries you around maps

fan, however, throws you over his shoulder and carries you wherever he goes

fan can sometimes go... over the limit to the point where xie has to take over in order to prevent him from embarrassing you in front of other survivors

can’t reach high shelves? no problem! xie is gonna help you bc fan dearest wanted to watch you struggle

“what? i find it quite amusing! the midget trying to reach where they can’t, how could i possibly refuse such offer- OW!”

yeah, he’s gonna get smacked A LOT

not by you

but xie

don’t get fan wrong, he loves you to bits but you know how he can get sometimes *coughs* all the time *coughs*

the two of them thought you how to vault windows bc at first you were struggling to do so due to you height

expect A LOT of nicknames from fan that have to do with your size

xie instead calles you “dear”, “darling”, “cutie”, “sweetheart”

xie is the sweetest little bean one could ever imagine

fan is the asshole bc ofc there ain’t no “two kind and hot best friend” there’s always gotta be one that’s rude asf

comparing hand sizes ☺️✨

that’s the boys’ favorite thing to do with you

“your hands are so small... that’s just adorable, my love!”

“heh, i wonder-”

“don’t wonder, fan... just don’t”

fan once started throwing you in the air (that thing dads do to their kids, ya know) and that made you scream so loudly it actually scared xie to death

you can kind of already guess who got smacked REALLY hard after that and rightfully so 😌

the sit onto the floor and allow you to play with their hair whilst sitting on your bed so you can have full access to that

nose kisses 😚

expect them creeping up behind you and giving you hugs while you’re cooking

they wouldn’t expect you to give hugs which they think is very sweet of you to do

fan gets VERY flustered and for the first time he doesn’t make and inappropriate remarks, for ONCE ☝🏻🙄

you guys are GOALS okay?! GOALS I SAY! 💳💥💳💥💳💥💳💥

handsome tree men and a cute chibi-chan omg my heart 💓

YOURE SO CUTE TOGETHER <333333

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[vrisrezis]

Kyle broflovski anything please please please

Since you didn’t ask for anything specific I did general hcs <3

- I think Kyle will be really happy in a relationship! Since he’s never been in a serious long term one before, (poor guy). As a result is a bit inexperienced and doesn’t always know what he’s doing but he always has the best intentions and is a sweetheart.

- he has this habit of like.. always inviting you to things with his friends which may not always be ideal? Like maybe you wanna just go on a date and have some one on one time and sometimes he just doesn’t have a concept of that lol.

- but it’s still fun spending time with all of them (or maybe not, depends on whether you enjoy their crazy bullshit)

- your number 1 defender. Especially with cartman around, if that fatass even thinks of making one dirty comment it is over for him.

- he’s really embarrassed of his hair (especially if this is earlier seasons before he cut it) so he tries extra hard to cover that shit with his hat lmao . Like he does not want you seeing shit even if you like it

- kyles a blushy boy but he still really likes holding your hand and stuff! He’s bad at initiating a lot of things because he gets embarrassed but he will 100% grab your hand.

- kyles a sweetheart to you always, he always wants to show his appreciation to you and how he loves you, so he tries to save up money a lot so he can buy you things and even does extra chores and maybe comes up with a dumb scheme with his friends to make more money.

- and honestly? you could be a asshole and he probably won’t yell at you for it like he would with anyone else (unless it like went against him directly)

- ^ like if you sided with cartman on something? He will be very angry with you bc it quite literally goes against him. Like he’s not gonna break up with you but he crosses his arms at you and goes “hmph!” To show how serious he is

- protective boy though, can’t blame him, he’s insecure. Makes sense since he hasn’t had a long term relationship outside of this and was dubbed ugliest kid in class

- it’s not like he doesn’t have faith in you or anything he just gets insecure and stuff ;(

- once you actually voice wanting to go on dates without the others he gets it, his friends are hectic sometimes. Admittedly is nervous the first couple times.. let’s just say he tried to hang out with you and his friends so your dates weren’t awkward as shit because he doesn’t know how to talk sometimes

- but hey it works out fine because he’s comfortable with you now (not that he wasn’t before but again . New relationship he’s not used to this)

- though honestly dates with him are interesting most of the time because they could either be a normal boring date or it could be cartman bullshit or even Stan bullshit. Who knows it could be some other bullshit.

- when he’s less shy though the boy is very open and affectionate <3

- but even when he was shy he’s honest? Yknow? Like he’s always been very comforting and he wants to be somebody you can rely on and feel safe with.

- this boy is a dork though honestly. When he asked you out he sat at his desk thinking of all the ways to ask you out

- and you two are pretty much always together, usually accompanied by Kenny cartman and Stan and the occasional butters, but even the rare times they’re not around you guys, you two are always together. You walk home from school together, or even out to like the mall or some shit if you both just wanna go out!

- he gets very blushy by any teasing also <3

- while he’s all affectionate he will get surprised whenever you say nice things about him too and it always leaves him dumbfounded (but rlly flustered n happy!)

- Cartman teases you guys a lot about being together, Kyle usually ends up fighting with him and tells him to shut the hell up but he would actually be happy if you stood up to him (and he’d probably have a big smile and might laugh at him.)

- Kyle is a jealous boy sorry to say it but it’s true, along with insecurity comes jealousy. Tends to be jealous moreso of Clyde and Craig because they’re “the most attractive boys in school so” but along with this also comes a little bit of jealousy towards Kenny and Stan at times. He feels guilty about it but Stan’s a good looking kid, he knows his best friend would never do that to him which is why he feels guilty. He trust Kenny too of course, and he’s thankful he at least keeps his face covered most of the time but under that parka is a attractive guy.

- so guy to make a long story short he .. is a bit of a jealous boy but it’s ok <3 he doesn’t let it get in the way of your relationship and he understands it’s in his head. Sometimes it just fucks with him

- but yeah you’re probably in his little friend group now because dating him means you have to be is a must <3 but his friends aren’t so bad right ?

#Kyle x reader #Kyle broflovski x reader #South Park x reader #sp x reader #sp Kyle x reader #South Park Kyle x reader #sp Kyle broflovski x reader #South Park Kyle broflovski x reader