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sinfullyrosey · 1 year

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(De)flowering the Garden

Deuce Space X Fem!Reader

Warnings: Teasing, Public Sex, Vaginal Sex, Loss of Virginity (ya take Deucey’s v-card), Smut with Feelings, Kissing, Making Out, Reader Tops (figuratively and literally)

Deuce is canonically nervous around girls and I abused the fuck out of that. Boy deserves some good pussy as a reward for working so hard.

Somewhat inspired by an old comic I saw years back where a girl was on a date with a guy and had no underwear under her dress and teased him about it.

All Characters are 18+

You were sat securely, yet comfortably, in front of Deuce on his broom. His arms were around you, grasping on the front handle, hands just in front of yours. The position offered much close contact between you and the flustered Heartslabyul student.

When he had offered to take you for a ride (since you were unable to do so on your own), he hadn’t taken into consideration just how close the two of you would be. Nor did he realize that you’d practically be straddling him.

But he somehow managed to force down his nerves and take you for a little joyride. He started off slow at first, getting used to the added weight and new positioning, and slowly worked his way up to going faster.

You were laughing and hollering the whole time, excitedly telling him to go faster, do more tricks, get a little closer to Ace so you could smack him for eating your slice of leftover tart the other day.

Before long, Deuce had grown accustomed to you and completely forgot about having a pretty girl practically sitting on his lap. Your back pressing into him, the heat radiating off you, a complete contrast to the cool breeze blowing through both of your hairs. How the motion from flying was causing the two of you to bump and rub up against each other-

“Oh!”

Your sudden startled noise alerted him and caused him to snap out of his daydream. He shook his head and halted the broom midair to check on you and see if you were okay. Was he going too fast? Did you get hurt somehow while he was doing that little loop-dee-loop? Are you getting airsick?!

Your body was stiff as a board and unresponsive to his frantic questions. You just kept staring straight ahead for what felt like hours before suddenly giggling. You slowly twisted your body around so that you could face him, teasing grin plastered on your face.

“Is that your magic pen in your pants, or are you just happy to see me, Deucey?~”

Deuce blinked at you owlishly, not understanding what you were getting at. Yeah, his magic pen was in his pants, but in his back pocket, not his front pocket, so how would you be able to feel it from where you are? And what did you mean by him being excited to see you? He’s always excited to see you!

You laughed at his clueless expression, finding it oddly endearing. You didn’t say anything more, just took a brief glance down at the front of his pants, then stared back into his big, beautifully blue eyes, just waiting for him to get the hint.

He blinked at you before turning his gaze down to where you were looking, only to burst into a fit of embarrassment and nearly crash land the two of you in the process. You found the whole thing funny, but Deuce hasn’t been able to look you in the eyes without his face immediately going red as the Heartslabyul’s roses. At least Ace didn’t know about the true reason for the near broom accident.

But that was two weeks ago, and ever since then, Deuce has become quite flustered around you, just like how he was when you two first met. His words stuttered and nervous, and he acts even more respectful and polite towards you, like what happened that day somehow offended you. But no, you found the whole thing to be quite hilarious and… cute.

You love to tease and prod at him every chance you get, playfully flirting with him and seeing just how red you could get him. To see his eyes go big at a more vulgar comment from your teasing lips, watch as the red hue travels from his cheeks to his neck and ears. It was all so worth it just to see the spade boy become a mess in front of you.

Spade didn’t know how much more of this he could take.

Even now, you continue to torment him so, making him flustered and face burn brighter than his own housewarden’s hair. The poor boy just couldn’t keep up with your relentless teasing and was starting to reach his wit’s end with you. He could barely keep the teacup in his hands steady, fingers clenching down on the porcelain cup, eyes staring unfocused at the rippling liquid as he thought back to what had just transpired on his way over the Unbirthday Party.

Deuce had run into you on the way over to the garden, exchanging greetings and agreeing to walk together the rest of the way there. You were wearing a simple, navy blue sundress, a first meant for the special occasion. You wanted to dress appropriately while also getting a little shock out of everyone since you usually only wore the hand-me-down school uniform. A nice change of pace you had said.

But a change that only served to make the boy more nervous than he already was, and it certainly didn’t help what you did next…

At some point before arriving to the party location, you had ceased your walking. He hadn’t noticed at first and was a few feet in front of you by the time that you had called to him, stopping him in his tracks as well.

“Hey Deuce.”

At the call of his name, the Heartslybul student turned his attention back towards you in curiosity, only to get a complete eyeful of your unclothed pussy.

His eyes nearly bulged out of his head at the sight of you holding up the helm of your dress to allow him a full view. His face instantly turned a bright red, reaching all the way to his ears and neck once more. You softly grinned at him, swaying slightly in place and staring back at him with big, “innocent” doe eyes. You even batted your eyes at him to give the full effect.

“What do you think, Deucey?~”

He was absolutely stuttering at this point, unable to process what was happening and struggling to come up with a proper response. His mama taught him to be respectful towards women and to not treat them like objects to objectify and sexualize, but here you were, flashing him in a public place and making it real hard for him not to stare and have less than appropriate thoughts.

You giggled at his speechless staring and allowed your skirt to drop back down to cover yourself before patting it back into place. You walked over to him, giving him a lidded-eyed grin, hands behind your back in faux innocence.

“Just a little treat for you. Come on, we better head on before we’re late and Riddle has our heads.~”

He could only follow behind in silence, trying desperately to get his hardon to go away, or at least, hide it before the others saw and verbally rip him a new one.

So, throughout the whole Unbirthday Party, little Spadey boy was forced to uncomfortably in his seat across from you, dick rising with every flirtatious look you sent his way. Ace and the others would occasionally ask him if he was alright, his face was red as a cherry, was he sick? He was shuddering and looked about ready to pass out too. Even Riddle’s usually strict tone softened when he saw the state his underclassman was currently in.

But he merely brushed them off, said he was fine and that it was just hot today (even though it wasn’t) and commented on how he couldn’t way to start on his chores (so that he could get out of this mess).

The tea party’s end couldn’t have come any sooner as Deuce was finally able to remove himself from the table. Good thing too, he thought, considering that you were sneakily starting to use your feet to rub against his groin from under the table. He swiftly stood up, being sure to not have anyone spot the embarrassing tent in his pants, and announced that he was now off to go paint the garden’s roses red.

But his relief was short lived when he suddenly felt you wrap your arms around one of his, pressing yourself against him. He looked down to see you grinning up at him, cheeky smile and mischief lacing your eyes.

“Don’t tell me you forgot that I volunteered to help you this go around, so that you wouldn’t have to do it all alone!” You chirped.

He could just kick himself right now, of course you had! After Ace whined about not wanting to do it, you had stepped in right as Riddle was about to blow a gasket over the dorm student’s complaining, agreeing to do it this go around and just having Ace do it next time. Deuce had forgotten, thinking under the impression that he’d be doing so alone and could quickly jerk off before doing the chore.

Deuce gulped as he allowed you to drag him along towards the maze of a garden, sweating as he felt his constricted dick harden even more.

All of that only served as the foreplay in your twisted, little game as the ex-delinquent now found himself in his biggest challenge yet. As soon as you two were deep enough into the garden to where nobody would be stumbling upon your activities, you had cornered him against some hedges. So now, he was sat in the grass, looking up at you in bewilderment from being tossed to the ground like that.

“S-shouldn’t we be painting? What if we get caught-“ He tried to reason, but you interrupted him with an eye roll.

You stood over him, hands on your hips, an alluring grin gracing your lovely features. Slowly lowering yourself to his level, you rest your hands on either of his legs, making him jump slightly at your touch. You gently shush him, giving him some reassuring caresses and moving closer to him. His heartbeat increased at the close contact, face visibly nervous.

“And just leave you uncomfortable and unsatisfied? I don’t think so.”

You place yourself comfortably between his legs, forcing them to spread out more to make room in an unconscious attempt to keep you from touching him any further. Your faces were mere inches apart, his leaned back as far as the hedge would allow while you only got closer. But noticing that he wasn’t reciprocating and seemed about ready to faint, you paused your pursuit and gave him a soft, reassuring smile.

“Is this your first time with a girl, Deucey?”

Those beautifully blue eyes you loved so much looked down in embarrassment, face now red for a different reason. His hands fiddled with the grass beneath him as he still refused to meet those eyes that always drove him wild.

“N-no, yes! Um… it’s my first time with anyone, actually…”

You guessed as much. But taking in his first-time jitters, you gently used your hand to make him look at you. Any teasingness gone from your expression, replaced with pure affection and understanding. You wanted him to know that this wasn’t just some spur of the moment fling.

“I like you Deuce. I like you a lot.”

He looked taken aback, eyes wide and mouth agape at your confession.

“You like me?!”

This adorable birdbrain, you swear…

“Yes Deuce, I do. And I’d really like to show that to you if you’d let me.”

You leaned closer to him once more, lips just barely grazing his soft ones.

“Ah, I like you too! I have for a while now!”

You chuckled under your breath.

“Just… let me be good to you, okay?” You whispered breathily against him.

“U-um, okay…”

And with that, your lips finally met in a messy, but tender kiss. You had softly fluttered your eyes closed, pressing deeper into the kiss, while Deuce just sat there awkwardly, eyes closed tightly. He didn’t know what to do and allowed you to take the lead, head swimming too much to think coherently enough.

After a few more seconds, you pulled away, leaving Deuce with his eyes still closed and lips puckered and alone. He slowly opened his eyes, showing them to be glassy and clearly lovestruck.

“Wow…”

Your smile grew into a smirk as you enjoyed the reactions you were getting out of him.

“And there’s still more to come, Deucey.~ Now…”

You returned your attention back to the neglected bulge between his legs. Your hands reached down to fiddle with his pants, unzipping them as to allow better access to the real prize.

“…let’s take care of this, shall we?”

Deuce could only tremble under your touch as he felt his cock hardening from the pleasure of your warm folds grazing his tip. He groaned at each rock of your hips, body hovering over his and gazing down at him with lidded eyes. The poor boy couldn’t bring himself to meet your gaze, too focused on the sight of your pussy rubbing against his cock, your hips moving so your slit slides down the front of it, taking a comfortable seat on his lap.

You grinded back against him, ass and pussy stimulating him and making him whine. You could feel his dick twitch, just begging to burst underneath you. You chuckle, making him further embarrassed. You slowly made your way back up, covering him in your sticky slick and prepping both of you for what was to come. A string of slick connected you and him, dripping and snapping as you just hovered over his awaiting cock.

“You ready Deuce?~”

He swallowed, finally working up the courage to look up at you through glassy eyes. He sharply inhaled when he saw the adoring look in your eyes. It almost made him cum on the spot. Deuce was still too speechless and anxious to verbally respond, opting to simply nod his head, waiting expectingly. Your smile never faltered as you repositioned yourself, preparing to take him finally.

“No cumming prematurely, okay?” You teased.

But he only nodded seriously, watching as you began to lower yourself onto him again, this time, pussy lips pushed to the side as his head prodded at your entrance. You breathed in, and out, taking your time to allow you both to readjust with every inch that entered you. His body began to shake in anticipation and pleasure, mouth open and a quiet moan escaping.

A few pants escaped yourself, the girth of him making your body clench from the sensation. He may not be huge, but he was still fairly big and was showing to fill you nicely, despite only being halfway in. You closed your eyes, biting your lip, still slowly slinking your way down onto him. At a particular squeeze of your walls, Deuce suddenly reached up and grasped onto your hips, digging his fingers into the fabric of your scrunched up dress.

He was trying to steady himself while you made a mess of him. He definitely was a virgin.

With a final determined motion, you pushed yourself further down onto him, hips reaching his as you finally fully sheathed him inside your welcoming walls. His tip reached deep inside you, pressing so many sensitive spots inside of you. You let out a satisfied sigh.

“S-so… warm!” He muttered.

You couldn’t help but laugh and wiggle yourself on him, making him moan with a whine. You gave it a minute or two before beginning to lightly grind yourself down onto him, thrusting and circling your hips. His grip tightened; dick being warmly hugged by your delicious pussy.

“Please, c-can we..?”

You smiled softly at him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. You think you’ve both waited long enough, and you’re certain his dick is about to burst any second now. You give him a quick, messy kiss, making him melt into you while you play with his hair.

Not wasting another second and before he can come back to his senses from the second kiss, you lifted your lower half up before slamming back down on his dick. His eyes widened and a choked gasp escaped, but you silenced it with more kisses. You worked on finding a good pace, bouncing on his lap properly riding his dick.

Deuce could only groan against your lips as he felt the squelching pleasure of your velvety walls clench and squeeze around his hard member. It felt so warm, so tight, so euphoric…

Your hot tongue slipped into his mouth while he was distracted by the overwhelming pleasure you were gifting him, swallowing his moans and pants. The loss of air was sending him to cloud nine, while you weren’t doing much better, thrusting against him just so that he’d hit that spongey bundle of nerves every time. You were seeing stars, vision blinding in pure white as the coil built and built…

It snapped, sending you over the edge and rushing straight into your orgasm. Your body spasmed as you wracked against him, toes curling and grip on his blue locks tightening. He winced at the painful feeling of your fingers digging into him and pulling, but the tightening of your pussy on his cock more than made up for it. He could feel your hot, wet juices coating his member and pushing him further to his own orgasm.

You went limp, body relaxing and heaving on top of him. By this point Deuce had taken it upon himself to continue where you left off and started thrusting himself up into you now. He was just chasing his own high, setting a much messier pace then you had, but still abusing your used hole and hitting that spot in the process. You just let him; eyes still hazy as he worked himself to his own sweet release.

“I’m-I’m gonna..!”

You could feel his dick twitch in you once more, about ready to cum. You quickly snapped yourself out of the after haze and quickly pushed yourself off of him, releasing his cock from you with an audibly squishy “pop!”

Deuce saw white when his orgasm finally hit and his dick shot out ropes of equally white, hot cum, all over his stomach and yours. He shot his load, member becoming flaccid, but still sensitive. The two of you were panting messes, bodies flush red and clothes and hair disheveled. You both smelt of sweat and bodily fluids, clearing looking like you just came out of a post-orgasmic haze.

You took a glance down at the mess you’ve made, semen and slick dripping off you two and onto the nice, green grass of the Heartslabyul garden. Some still dripping from his soft dick and out of your sore cunt. You two were going to have to clean yourselves up before doing anything else, that was for sure. Maybe you could use Deuce’s jacket as a towel and just say he got paint on it or something.

You looked up at him to see his flushed expression still cooling down. His eyes were unfocused and chest heaving. You took one glance back down at the mess, then over to the still unpainted, white roses, taking note of their shared coloring and grinned.

“Well, the roses may not have gotten painted, but something else sure did.~” You cheekily commented, smirking at him in satisfaction.

“Y-y/N!”

#Twisted Wonderland #Twisted Wonderland Smut #TWST #TWST Smut #Deuce Spade Smut #Deuce Spade X Reader #Fem!Reader #I remember a while back someone wanted a Deuce X Reader story so hopefully they'll see this #I don't know if they wanted me to tag them or...

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titsniper69 · 8 months

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I’m gonna need one of those really corny fics, where the reader is a fan of COD, and one of the characters some how end up in their reality. With the whole realizing that they’re just a character in a video game in reader’s reality.

Like I don’t think I��ve seen any of those yet, which is a bummer since I love those goofy corny wish fulfillment tropes.

If there’s any of them yet, I haven’t seen a gender neutral one at least (or masc)

#simon riley x reader #kyle garrick x reader #gaz x reader #könig x reader #cod mw2 x reader #simon riley x male reader #john mactavish x reader #john mactavish x male reader #I don’t remember how to tag posts on tumblr #könig x male reader #I remember reading several Overwatch fics with this exact trope #but I can’t find them anymore #as they were some very specific ones

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extremereader · 1 month

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Can y'all PLEASE stop inventing new tags for x reader fics? I get why some people might be into that thing but I'm not and I'm getting really sick of blocking them

#lucifer x reader #alastor x reader #regina george x reader #Aurelius Dumbledore x reader #I'll keep adding tags as I remember them

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sagau-my-beloved · 1 year

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I'm in a list making mood so here, have some rough sagau characterization categories for all the characters I could think of off the top of my head in the middle of class

1: Defaults to whatever you want/believe no matter how big or small, never acts without your specific order and is prepared to sacrifice anything to carry out your will. Your word is absolute law. The only thing they couldn't bring themselves to do for no good reason is cause your death but everything else is on the table.

Xiao, Ei, like 85℅ of the corrupted au characters

2: Heavily defaults to what you wish but is more likely to assume your will and act on that assumption instead of waiting for exact orders. Would always stop doing something if you ordered it, no exceptions, but always acts in your best interest for things you don't specify on. Would be very hesitant to act on anything that negatively effects you but could be convinced because you untimely know best. Anything that causes your death is out of the question though.

Venti, Zhongli, Kazuha, Jean, Childe, Thoma, most others really

3: Always acts in your best interest, even if it contradicts an order. Willing to do anything you ask as long as it doesn't have the potential to hurt you in any way. Your health and safety take top priority at any expense. Anything that physically hurts you in moderate severity is out of the question and the entire world would have to explode before they even considered causing your death, no matter the situation.

Diluc, Albedo, Kaeya, Scara

Willing to expand on or place more characters at request, this was just what was plaguing my mind rn and I need to do more characterization for ppl other than Venti, regrettably

#genshin impact #sagau #genshin x reader #yandere genshin au #yandere genshin x reader #headcannons #brainrot #I'm not tagging them all i refuse #why was it so hard for me to remember characters tho

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augustlaven · 1 year

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Headcanons for The Railway Trio during sleep!🚂💤

Edward:

An old and big dog. Chaos and mess. Snoring, grunting, drooling, spinning, kicking. At the same time, he always falls asleep in your arms, which makes it even easier for him to kick you with his elbow or knee. He talks a lot in his sleep, you can have an intellectual (or not so much) dialogue if he wakes you up again with a kick in the side. God help you if you wake up at night and find that Edward is sleeping with his eyes half open again. Does not get enough sleep. Seems to have a tendency to sleepwalking.

Henry:

Practically does not move in his sleep. Does not change position all night. Very soft, you can sleep on him. He will not tolerate dirt on the bed, so if you refuse to wash before going to bed, he will throw you out of the bedroom or wash you himself, depending on the mood. Sometimes he mumbles something inarticulate in his sleep. In the night of nightmares, you will have to be his plushie, which he will squeeze in his arms.

Gordon:

Bed hog. Don't lie behind him, he'll push you off the bed. Do not lie down in the reach of his hands, he will drag you into his pile of sheets, blankets and pillows and crush you with his body. Steals ALL the bedclothes while sleeping. Do not think that you will be able to rest. Also, do not think that he will agree to you sleeping in different rooms. Does not snore, but breathes loudly enough. He can't fall asleep in the light and noise, but if he falls asleep, then at least you can tap dance on him, he won't wake up.

#ttte #ttte human au #where does the gold dust lead #the railway trio #ttte edward #ttte henry #ttte gordon #I remembered such a thing as a character x reader #edward x reader #henry x reader #gordon x reader #edward x y/n #henry x y/n #gordon x y/n #I'm fighting the urge to create a bunch of tags and stuff them across my posts to sort the content #ttte headcanon

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mossytines · 11 months

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NO HATE TO ANYONE BUT FOR THE LOVE OF GOD TAG YOUR THINGS CORRECTLY. I HAVE ARTHUR X FEM READER TAGS BLOCKED FOR A REASON!!!!!!@! NOT FOR YOU JUST TO TAG YOUR WORK WITH ONLY "arthur x reader".

I'VE SEEN SO MANY FANFICS WITH NO CLARIFICATION WHATSOEVER, WHETHER IN THE TAGS OR SOMEWHERE IN THE ACTUAL BLOG. I PRAY FOR IT TO JUST BE GENDER NEUTRAL ONLY TO BE JUMPSCARED WITH SOME "good girl" WHEN I SKIM THROUGH IT.

#please bro im begging #like actually bruh ive only seen two not specifically tagged or mentions of any gendered terms that were ACTUALLY gender neutral #forgot who made them but they were imagines of either a drunk reader or arthur/dutch i cant remember #arthur morgan x reader #arthur morgan x you

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otakusheep15 · 2 years

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Why does the Twisted Wonderland fandom have such a hard time tagging fics? Is it so hard to just tag your fic as fem! reader or whatever your target audience is supposed to be? Blocking tags does nothing if the fics I want blocked aren’t tagged properly.

#and yes this is specifically aimed towards the women of this fandom #not all of y'all #but enough of y'all #Twisted Wonderland has a gender neutral protag for a reason #and writing fem! reader fics is fine #just please remember to tag them properly #twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland x reader

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overwatchfics · 1 year

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Widow,Tracer, Ashe,Mercy and Kiriko with a Female s/o that wears lingeri for the first time and is shy abt it? 🤝💗,

Nsfw (ofc🪄)

You know, I would've loved to write this, but I'm really tired of having to say REQUESTS CLOSED. I get we all make mistakes, but PLEASE READ MY RULES AND REQUEST STATUS BEFORE REQUESTING.

And if you can't find the request status on an author's page, please DM them. It shows that you're at least considerate to check that.

#overwatch imagine #overwatch x reader #overwatch2 #tagging x reader so I hope all the people that read them remember to check a writers rules #widowmaker x reader #kiriko x reader

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doukeshi-kun · 1 year

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I AM NOT A REQUEST BLOG.

If you know me from my old blog, no, I am no longer accepting requests right here. I'm posting this because I've received several request asks or something along the line of requesting and I don't want the sender to think I'm ignoring them for no reason or as such. If you're one of the sender, I could just say sorry.

❕ Please don't request stuff to me or ask me to write this and that. If you have a trope or a concept or an idea or a headcanon or a thirsts that you would like to share, feel free to do so. But I have no obligation to make something out of it.

❕There is a small chance of me being interested to write your idea though but really, the base line is I write what I want and whenever I can at the moment.

❕You can redirect your requests to other amazing writers that accept them. I'm sure they can do your request better than I do.

#hey read these tags #pls don't request to me really :(#it's a shame to have those asks discarded just like that #if u remember what u asked to me #redirect them to any other req blogs that are currently receiving #esp the new writers yk go support them with ur ideas #bsd x reader #^ just for attention since i got bsd reqs only #the capslock is just an emphasis im not angry lol #道化師-fool❃ུ۪

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risingsunresistance · 7 months

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wanted to go find some old art of off!schlatt bc i just finished that game and wanted to look back at the au. and because tumblr's search function is useless, the only part of that search it picked up on was "schlatt." and it was just pages and pages and pages of x readers

#what is it with x readers just DOMINATING every single tag you can think of #not even ship fics??? are yall THAT down bad??????????#not even rpf specific it is with ANY character you search. top of the tag is almost guaranteed only x readers #did everyone migrate here or something bc i remember when tags used to be searchable... it was not always like this #not that x readers are some new thing but like. they were not constant top of the tag hundreds and hundreds of them.#chat #oh well the only remnants will be whatever i reblogged way back when i guess lmao

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sttoru · 3 months

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.⌇ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒. it’s late at night and you try to cuddle with sukuna. keyword; try.

wc. 1.2k

tags. true form!sukuna x female reader. fluff, angst (+comfort). heian era. size difference (readers referred to as small). sukuna’s a bit mean, but he also has a soft spot for you. miscommunication ? it gets solved. reader gets called ‘woman, doll’.

“what are you trying to do?” sukuna sighs. you’re up to something again, he figures. his red eyes follow your body as it crawls up to him on the bed.

you’re both tired after a long day of fulfilling some duties here and there around the estate. all you need is a big beefy man wrapping his arms around you to keep you warm and safe.

the perfect man for that is sukuna. those four arms of his wrapped around your small body feel like heaven.

“it’s called cuddling,” you retort. the sarcastic tone you used triggers a deep sigh from the sorcerer. sukuna holds back the urge to say something sarcastic as well.

he doesn’t utter a single word once you snuggle up to his chest. you’ve taught him how to cuddle during the first time you asked him to hold you. sukuna was awkward with showing any type of affection back then.

. . he still very much is.

“hug, please,” you remind him. the cold-hearted man scoffs, though listens to your polite request. all four of his arms imprison you against his chest, your small body nearly disappearing behind his limbs.

that’s what you like most about those cuddles you share together; how you fit so perfectly in his strong arms. it’s much more comforting than you thought it would be.

a pair of hands rests on your waist, the other pair on your hips. sukuna glances down at you and immediately notices that smile on your lips. even after all this time, he still cannot fathom why you’re so carefree around a monster like him.

and that inability to understand you and your love for him is accompanied by an urge to push you away.

“you got your hug, now get up,” sukuna interrupts the silence. his voice is cold and devoid of emotion—he uses that voice when he talks to other people. not with you, “i have better things to attend to.”

thus, it hurts. when he talks to you like that. like you’re not the person he secretly cherishes most. though, you remind yourself of sukuna’s own words. the ones you heard him say a while ago.

‘love is meaningless’, he said. you remember. and yet you kept hoping that he’d change his mind about that statement. you hoped and eventually saw exactly that: your presence and your affectionate gestures mellowed his heart of steel.

but all that effort seems to go down the drain every time sukuna pushes you away.

you know it’s because he’s unfamiliar with the feelings of love. he may not say it nor show it, but you know that sukuna’s afraid of hurting you. so, he creates a gap between you two every now and then.

you know and yet you’re patient.

“oh, ‘kay,” you nod in understanding. you pull away from his embrace and get up from the bed. your bottom lip trembles.

sukuna is not gullible. he’s anything but oblivious. especially if it’s about how you feel and act. he notices every single change in your mood; whether you mask it or not.

you walk to the sliding doors—ready to open them and step out into the hallway. your eyes are a bit watery, but you quickly blink the tears away and take a deep breath in. you reach for the door.

“come back here, woman.”

sukuna’s booming voice makes you stop. you glance at his form over your shoulder. he’s leaning against the headboard of the bed, arms crossed and eyebrows furrowed.

is he. . . upset?

“why? you said you had better things to attend to.” you answer with a shrug. you try your best to not make it seem like his earlier words had effected you. you turn your head towards the word with a huff, “go on, then.”

sukuna narrows his eyes. he sucks at communicating what he actually desires—what he actually wants. right now that want is for you to stay. even though that completely contradicts his previous words.

the sorcerer doesn’t know what to do. when you’re with him, he pushes you away out of guilt. when you’re away, he wants you back with him.

love is complicated.

“you. . .” sukuna grunts in frustration. all those feelings for you inside of his heart are playing with his rational thoughts. he doesn’t like seeing you upset. he wants the usual you back, “tsk. fine then.”

silence, followed by the creaking of the bed frame. seems like sukuna’s getting up to do whatever ‘business’ he needed to attend. at least, that’s what you thought.

you slide the door open and set a foot outside of the chambers. before the other could follow, you’re suddenly lifted up in the air by a strong pair of hands. your vision turns upside down as your body is effortlessly hoisted onto a shoulder.

“woah!” you gasp and feel the blood go to your head. your eyes are fixed on the back of your lover. you kick your legs in protest, but only get a smack to your ass in response. you whine at that, “put me down!”

“watch it, doll,” sukuna hisses at your fierce demand, a warning to fix your tone. he puts you back down on the soft mattress. he’s surprisingly gentle when he settles you in place—not throwing you on the bed or anything similar, “should’ve listened when i told you the first time.”

your eyes meet sukuna’s and you notice how much they’ve softened. that alone makes the lump in your throat disappear. your love for him isn’t one sided—you’ve always kept that in the back of your mind—yet your thoughts made you overlook the little things he does for you.

his actions speak louder than his words. that’s the kind of man he is.

sukuna’s trying to open up more, though that process is slow. you’re fine with that.

especially when there’s that faint pout on his lips as he stares at you. his eyebrows are still furrowed, his crimson eyes sharp yet warm.

“oh, you want me back in bed this bad?” you tease once you get the opportunity. the man in front of you clicks his tongue and grabs your cheeks with one hand, turning your head up to face him.

sukuna’s eyes are focused on yours. the eye contact is intimidating, but you’re hypnotised. you physically can’t look away. he leans in and bites your lip with his sharp canines, “shut up.”

that raspy whisper alone confirms your assumption. you giggle at his attempt of refuting your point. you’re used to all those intimidating words and actions he pulls to get you to stop your teasing.

those empty threats—it’s becoming rather cute with how hard he tries to deny everything. he fails nearly every time, however.

“come,” sukuna lays back against the pillows after placing a quick and sloppy kiss against your lips. he pulls your body against his and presses your head against his chest, right where his heart is beating, “continue with your.. ‘cuddling’ thing.”

he put your ear right above his heart, because he remembers listening to his heartbeat calms you down. you told him that a while back. sukuna doesn’t understand why you like it, but his fingers massage your scalp either way.

that’s also something that brings you comfort.

you’re surprised by how much he knows about you, but appreciate it anyway. he remembers both the big and small things about you. ‘that’s how he probably shows his love,’ you conclude silently.

#sttoru writes.#jjk x reader #sukuna x reader #jjk fluff #sukuna x you #jjk x you #jjk x y/n #sukuna x y/n #sukuna fluff

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angelltheninth · 3 months

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What Gets Alastor to Fall for You

Pairing: Alastor x Reader

Tags: fluff, developing relationship, flirting, hand-kisses, demiromantic!Alastor

A/N: A lot of people enjoyed the last Alastor post and I saw you enjoying that included his aroace-ness, so lets keep going with that.

He's heard and seen every flirting line and tactic and he never liked any of them

Well aware that everyone is only after the power he holds

Rejects your advances at first, it's always backed up by a loud static effect that emphasizes his discomfort even more

He enjoys banter but as soon as you turn it to flirting he backs up

The way to his affection is acts of service

You doing things for him without him asking, like remembering his broadcasting schedule and bringing him water and food because this man only eats in the morning and maybe at night

Walking with him to his room will eventually result in him offering you his arm to link with yours

Offering him feedback on his radio shows

Dancing with him whenever he wants, where ever he wants, even in the middle of the street, after all no on dares to laugh at the Radio Demon

Keeping the Egg Boiz away from him, some of them still seem to be under the impression that he's their new Boss

Laughing at his jokes will go a very long way

Co-hosting when there's really big news happening, especially when it concerns the Hotel, you'll keep him from making fun of it too cause you really do want it to be successful

Respecting his personal space will eventually get you to a point where he kisses your hand in a greeting

The first time it happened it was all everyone in the Hotel could talk about for the whole day

#hazbin hotel x reader #alastor x reader #hazbin hotel imagine #alastor imagine #hazbin imagine #hazbin hotel headcanon #alastor headcanons #hazbin headcanons #hazbin hotel x you #alastor x you #hazbin x you #hazbin hotel fluff #alastor fluff #hazbin fluff #hazbin x reader #hazbin hotel #alastor #x reader

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chuluoyi · 5 days

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✎ the babysitters' club

- gojo satoru x reader

in which yuji, megumi and nobara are tasked with the most important mission ever by their teacher—watching over his baby son!

genre: total crack, first years are trying their best to babysit your son to save their grades, an attempt at humor, gojo is irritating as always, fluff, fluff, fluff

note: this is sooo incredibly silly :') some inspiration are taken from the baby starfish onesie, this ask, and this illustration -> if you're wondering how gojo dressed his baby, he's looks just like that :)) tagging @3zae-zae3 <3

a part of gojo's love entries

series masterlist | oneshot masterlist

"Gojo-sensei... what is that wiggling starfish!?"

On one sunny day in jujutsu school... trouble is once again brewing in the form of Gojo Satoru bringing his baby son to the class.

"Starfish? No, no," Gojo retorted with a displeased expression, directing his gaze towards Yuji and clicking his tongue as he patted his squirming baby, which was still hidden from their view. "He's my pride and joy! Don't refer to him as starfish!"

"But you've got him dressed up as one..." Nobara pointed out, her tone flat and unimpressed.

"That's his kid," Megumi provided, wearily sighing. God, he knew already today was going to be a long day.

No one from school had seen your seven-month old baby son yet, and Gojo was determined to make it an occasion to remember.

Beaming with pride, he gently removed his baby from the starfish-themed onesie, revealing him in a tiny black jujutsu outfit specially tailored for him, complete with miniature black glasses. He held him up, presenting him for everyone to see.

"Behold, everyone... my son! Isn't he just adorable?!"

. . . a momentary silence before—

"Oh my goodness, he is!" Nobara cooed, forgetting her earlier sentiment, immediately approaching the baby with shining eyes. "Sensei, how could you manage to have a baby this cute!?"

"Heh! Only the finest technique utilized to create him—"

"Complete bullshit—"

"Hush, Megumi! No cussing in front of my baby! I'll deduct your marks!"

"Seriously...?"

"Now, class, today I have a very, very important task for you..." Gojo said, his voice dripping with mischief as he sported a broad grin. "If you succeed, I'll personally draft a recommendation letter for each of you to Yaga. But if you don't..." he paused for the suspense, scanning his three students' curious faces.

"Then I'm failing you in my class!" Gojo continued with a grin, prompting immediate reactions from his students.

“What! Why?!”

“That's not fair!”

“Sigh.”

“All you have to do was to watch over him until I come back. Everything you need is here— in this bag!”

Megumi rolled his eyes. Nobara raised an eyebrow. Only Yuji who seemed to be genuinely interested.

"Isn't that easy?" Gojo tilted his head playfully, looking absolutely stupid with his blindfold. "There are three of you here. If you can't even manage to look after one baby, then you should not even think about romance and dating."

"Nonsen—"

"Quiet, Megumi!"

And so began the day's mission: looking after Baby Gojo until his father's return.

“Lalala~ look you’re flying!”

“Fwa...”

“Kugisaki, don’t hold him like that! You’re making him cry!”

“No, I’m not— Itadori! Don’t smush his face—!”

“WAAA!”

“You idiot!” Megumi hissed, plucking the poor baby from his clueless friends and immediately soothed him, pulling him close and patting his back. He even gently shushed him, “There, there...”

And Yuji and Nobara could only look at him in awe as the baby's wails turned into soft sniffles, peaceful in his embrace.

"Whoa... Fushiguro, so babies like you, huh..."

"Unfair!" Nobara clicked his tongue, before fixing a wide smile and waved at the baby in Megumi's arms. "Hi baby~ don't you want to held by big sister—"

"He doesn't like you, Kugisaki."

And so, that was how the three of them spent half the day—constantly watching over Baby Gojo, with Megumi supervising both the baby and his two friends.

"Sometimes, I wonder what she sees in him..." Megumi grumbled sullenly, resigned to his fate, his gaze fixed on the crawling baby while he sat on the floor and threw his little sunglasses.

For all the sighs he exuded, Megumi undeniably had a soft spot for the baby. Prior today, he had held him several times, and he'd never admit it, but he'd protect him to the best of his ability, if anything, because you had done so much for him.

“Gojo-sensei is cool!” Yuji remarked. “Of course Y/N-sensei is happy with him.”

Nobara rolled her eyes. “Only you would say that.”

"Hey, don't you think he wants his milk?" Yuji suddenly pointed out, as the baby became fussy. Megumi nodded and Yuji immediately reached for the bag Gojo left. He pulled out a bottle and handed it to his friend, but in the process, he accidentally knocked the bag over, spilling its contents onto the floor.

"Ahh, my bad," the boy sighed, collecting the diapers and washcloth, until he realized that there were some more—

"What's that? Photographs?" Nobara picked one of them up, and immediately gasped. "Oh my! Look at this!"

On the picture was the same baby, but much more smaller and swaddled in baby blue blanket and tiny blue beanie. Most likely taken when he was a newborn.

"Whoa, wait, there's something written behind the photo..."

When she flipped it over, both she and Yuji studied the messy handwriting, instantly recognizing it as their teacher's.

Yaaay! ♡ Baby is here! I'm sooo happy you made it! But mama went through a lot to bring you here... so don't ever forget that she loves you very, very much, okay?

"This is sweet." Nobara looked at the picture with a genuine smile, until she realized that there were some more scattered on the floor.

The other picture was of the blue-eyed baby on his arms and knees, wrapped in an orange and black bee onesie, complete with little wings, and behind it was written:

Aren't you just the cutest bee?! And what's more, you've started crawling! Aw, papa is so proud! In no time at all, you're going to be as strong as me!

"What are you two doing over there?" Megumi asked, still feeding the baby with the milk bottle. Nobara beckoned him over.

The third photo was of you smiling so prettily while holding your baby, still in his bee suit, and Gojo also in the frame, wrapping his arm around you, clearly the one holding the camera to take the selfie.

Two my most precious treasures ♡ Sweetheart, I love you. And baby too!

Yuji smiled, as he felt warmth spreading in his chest. "Gojo-sensei really treasures his family, huh?"

"He is," Megumi agreed, because he had seen it all throughout his life.

"Well, no wonder..." Nobara giggled. "Any woman showered with this much love would be happy."

And that day, the trio also uncovered another side of their teacher, that his deepest affection was reserved exclusively for his wife and child.

Well, the sentimental feeling didn't last long though...

"This is our chance!" Nobara said in a hushed whisper. "When else are we going to get an extra family discount!?"

Megumi was so ready to burst a blood vessel as he held the baby—given that he had forbidden his two friends to lay a finger on him. "We are meeting Gojo-sensei here, not to—!"

"Hush! Itadori, don't you agree with me?!"

Yuji nudged his cross friend, trying to appease him. "Lighten up, Fushiguro! We can have more meat!"

At the last minute, Gojo suddenly told the three of them to bring his baby and meet him at the shopping center as he didn't want to waste energy to go back to the school. And like broke students Nobara and Yuji were, they decided to use Baby Gojo to snag an extra plate in a yakiniku place.

Megumi's eyes twitched. "This is not making sense at all, they won't believe—!"

"Shut up, you! Waiter~ here! We have a baby! So we're eligible for the family package!"

The judging stare of the waiter was enough to make Megumi combust on the spot, and yet somehow he passed the four of them as family eligible for the extra plate.

It was later, after they had their lunch that Megumi suddenly had an upset stomach and left the baby momentarily in his two friends' care.

And under less-than-watchful eyes...

"Hey, Kugisaki, meat on this side is the juiciest! Try it!"

"Ooh, you're right!"

The baby only blinked at them in wonder as he stayed in his spot. Not for long though... and it didn't help that they forgot his existence after they went to the cashier and headed out.

"Oi, Itadori! Don't forget to split the bill!"

"Oh yeah! Anyway, why is Fushiguro taking so long?"

Megumi got back right afterwards, and he frowned. "You done already? I haven't even gotten my ocha refill—" and it dawned to him when he saw both Yuji and Nobara with empty hands.

"Wait... where's the baby?"

"—! Oh my god!"

And when the three of them rushed back to the yakiniku place and approached their table earlier, Nobara almost screamed at the empty chairs, "He is gone!"

"You left the baby with the kids and told them to come here?!"

You were positively fuming as you scolded your stupid husband in the bustling mall.

"Well, we haven't gotten much time to spend together, just the two of us!" Satoru retorted, his tone sulky as he pouted. "And besides, Megumi is there. I'm sure they'll do just fine~"

You let out a sigh. True enough, being parents is no joke. Aside from stay-at-home dates, the frequency of the two of you going out had dwindled exponentially since having your baby.

"Technically, you are still on the clock though." You threw him a glare. "You're being a very irresponsible teacher."

Satoru smirked. "Heh, spare me. But I'm being a very good teacher to you in our—"

"One more word and I'm locking you out—!"

Just as you were about to give him your (empty) threat, the building suddenly boomed with an announcement from the mall's broadcast speaker.

"Attention, shoppers. We've received a report from three teenagers that they've lost a baby. He is seven-month old, wears black shirt, has white hair and blue eyes. He is last seen at Yakiniku Q—"

"Satoru..." your voice trembled, dread settling in the pit of your stomach. The baby described by the speaker was unmistakably your son, and the realization of him being missing sent you spiraling into panic.

"Hey, calm down." Satoru gripped your hand tightly, his voice steady as he faced you. "We're going to find him, alright? I'm here. Don't worry."

And after taking off his glasses, in a matter of seconds, Satoru figured out where he was.

Nobara's eyes welled up with tears, frustrated. "What do I do, Gojo-sensei will fail us now..." she muttered, biting her lip.

"That's what you're worried about?" Megumi replied, turning to her with a clear glare.

"He's going to be fine! He is!" Yuji interjected, trying to reassure his two friends despite his own rising anxiety. "He’s not just any random baby—who knows, maybe he can shoot cursed energy to protect himself!"

Megumi and Nobara leveled their annoyed stares on him and Yuji immediately regretted his attempt to lighten the mood.

"I still think he can't get far from the yakiniku place." Megumi was too panicked to check with the staff earlier and just went with Yuji's suggestion to report it to be announced, but now that he thought about it— "I think we should go back."

And thank goodness the three of them returned for the second time because, this time, they finally saw the baby safely cradled in your arms, with Gojo speaking to the waitresses nearby.

"Oh?! Gojo-sensei is here!"

But as soon as the three of them came into view, Gojo immediately fixed them with his unamused gaze.

"You three..." his voice was lower and it made the three kids shudder. "What did I tell you about failing this mission, huh?"

Yuji, Nobara and Megumi were visibly spooked, immediately bowing their heads in unison as they chorused—

"Gojo-sensei, we're so sorry!"

Nobara then pointed an accusing finger at Yuji. "But it was his fault! He kept eating away and didn't even oversee the baby anymore!"

"Wha!?" Yuji glared back at her. "No! You too! You kept eating my meat too!"

"Whatever it is, I'm not a part of this—" Megumi cut in boldly. "My stomach hurt so I had to go for a bit, and they couldn't even keep an eye on him—"

You soothed your squirming son as the first years were throwing blame at each other. Gaping in confusion, you couldn't help but wonder how such a simple task had turned into this incident.

"Tsk." Gojo crossed his arms dramatically, and you knew he was just messing with them, as he suddenly turned to you with a grin.

"Nah, as both a teacher and the victim's mother— Sensei~ who do you think is responsible for this? Or should I punish all three of them?"

The three kids before you were quaking in their boots, and you really didn't have time for this right now. Honestly, if if you had to quickly pinpoint the source of this chaos...

You directed your most irked glare at your husband. "You."

“Huh?!”

“You’re the one staging this by threatening their grades, and it results in our baby being missing!”

Now you were bickering with your husband and putting him in his rightful place. Nobara and Yuji gaped, while Megumi heaved a sigh of relief.

"Does this mean... our grades are saved?"

Epilogue

"They said he fell..." You pat your baby's head worriedly as he babbled happily in his crib, your expression darkening into a frown.

You didn't really blame the first years for their lack of experience, but as his mother, the news from the restaurant staff that they had found your son falling from the chair made you extremely uneasy.

Seeing your distress, Satoru’s natural response was to comfort you until you were back to smiles again. He gently tickled his boy's tummy, prompting him to squeal in absolute joy. "Look, he's perfectly fine. You don't need to worry so much, yeah?"

"But it's strange... I'm happy he's fine, but how? Most babies will get hurt or at least be inconsolable after falling. But he was totally okay..."

Satoru shifted his gaze to his son, as now his round, crystal blue eyes that mirrored his blinked back at him with such innocence and trust that even melted his heart.

"Ah, I see." Suddenly he smiled as if he had figured something out. "This is just my guess, but you know my guesses have like... 90% of probability of being correct—"

"Hmm...?"

"He might have activated Infinity by instinct. Heh."

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