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crabonfire · 2 years

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unsure if it’s been done before, or if you’re comfortable with it, but mercs as parents ? :]

the way I gasped when I saw this bcs omg yes!!!! mercs as parents babeyyy B)

Mercs as parents!

characters: all mercs!!

warning: none!! some are a tiny bit sad but still hapy

NOTE!!! sorry this is very...long overdue. when exams came out I just got writers block, I had to focus on exams...thank god they are ending in a couple days GAHSHHDHDHFHF

also some are shorter than others...m very sorry bbg :(

♡Scout♡

• aw

• I don't know this is honestly really cute

• he has some... Doubts. Like any parents do, but seeing the happiness on your face and your child(ren) s face whenever you talk to him? that makes all the worry go away baby.

• such a good dad. he smothers them with love and affection, definitely pretends to be santa claus on Christmas (if you celebrate it) and teaches those kids to be tough.

• DEFINITELY takes them out to play baseball. your kids are baseball fans take it or leave it.

• I really don't have much to say other than the fact he'd be a great dad, I think this will teach him a lot about himself and make him a better person, I love dad scout.

♡Soldier♡

• I feel like he'd be a bit too aggressive on the child(ren) at first, not understanding how fragile they can be until he really sees them.

• he's much more gentle and quiet around them, trying his best not to scare them.

• I think he has some gender role problems to deal with, so talk through it with him.

• but anyways, he's a great dad honestly. he cradles them and plays with them everyday, making sure that they are always happy.

• he may not understand much of a child's need or their limits, and you two may fight about that. But understand that he will definitely learn, give him time, he is trying his best.

• he's not good at comforting, but he's great at pep talks and hyping his kids up!!!

• he teaches them to be brave and strong, telling them stories from when he was in war. Its all fake, but who cares honestly.

• overall decent dad, just needs to change some of his habits.

♡Pyro♡

• WOAHHH

• Super understanding parent.

• I feel like he went through a ton as a child, explaining why he acts childish sometimes, so I think he's be a very understanding parent when it comes to his kids.

• very patient, and fun!!

• I bet for a fact that the kids love him, spoils them a shit ton.

• he loves to draw with them, putting their drawings up in your shared bedroom so he can admire them when he wakes up.

• he's a bit doubtful of his ability to parent, he thinks he's a bit too unprepared. But as long as your here, he's not too worried.

gosh I love pyro

♡Demo♡

• this guy was SO PUMPED when you two decided to have kids

• but oh boy is he anxious.

• he will not drink ever around them.

• he's quite sweet to his kids, calling them lad or lassie, along with cute ass nicknames because he just loves them so much.

• loves to hug them and carry them whenever you go out, piggy back rides, princess carry, whatever it is, he loves it.

• he likes to mess around with them a lot, and probably the type of dad to go with their kids dumb ideas even though they might go horribly wrong or are just stupid.

• he loves his family. does he think he's a bad parent sometimes? Yeah, but every parent does. You just give him a hug and he'll forget all about it.

my man fr!

♡Heavy♡

• i love misha :( my big mercenary man misha:((( I love him sm....

• gosh I'm smiling as I'm typing this ok

• he's the best dad ever.

• he's strict, of course he is. but you've seen this man in the comics, he knows when to let loose.

• he cooks for them everyday, making them school lunches, teaches them Russian, and teaches them to defend themselves if it needed to be done.

• he's also so sweet, and he tells you and his kids he loves them everyday. Heavy is not embarrassed, why should there be a need to be embarrassed? He loves you guys.

• he loves to read them stories before bed, and he loves to give them bear hugs and carry them.

• when the kid(s) saw him, he was scared that the kid(s) would be scared of him. But when they hugged him and gave him a bright smile, he melted into a puddle and chuckled, giving them a forehead kiss.

is the reason I love heavy because my dad left me for 7 years of my life and even as he came back he still didn't give me affection till this very day? maybe. but we'll never truly know.

♡Engie♡

• Hshdhdhjfjfjfj men. I LOVE. MEN.

• ueeuueue....ue...:(...ueue,,,uee!!! ;(((

• so...so sweet. MAN.

• calls them all sorts of nicknames.

• this man has never had any doubt in his life.

• he will kiss, hug, carry, cradle, comfort, just smother them with so so much love.

• makes inventions for them, and if any of them are ever interested in engineering his heart will explode due to happiness.

• he spoils those mfs so much you gotta tell him off sometimes. He's honestly so sweet it hurts.

• he will take so many pictures, and have them on both a physical album, and one he keeps in a camera he made himself. So that incase one is lost, he still has the other.

• I...I don't know man. He's the perfect dad. I genuinely don't know what else to write.

engie..kiss me challenge? UM...sir why do you as a man have cute lips? for me to kiss them? whore

♡Medic♡

• hell nah.

• he probably just wants one kid, he thinks more than one is a mistake LMAOOOO

• he's not very affectionate, not that he doesn't want to be, but he's scared to overwhelm the child.

• overall tho, he's actually quite sweet.

• he'll leave the affection up to you, but of course he will spend time with the kid...its his kid too after all 💀

• he likes to call them nicknames too, and likes to ruffle their hair a lot.

• probably will only bond with their kid over scientific stuff or whatever the kids into, he has to tone down the insanity a bit, but they are sweet together. The kids a bit messed up like he is to be honest, and he finds that endearing.

"Papa look!! I drew an anatomically accurate heart! Do you like it?"

"Oh mein gott, zhis is quite beautiful! The detail... Amazing work mein schatz :) ruffles their hair "

• he doesn't understand or relate to children much, but he tries, he really does. He will spend days trying to find a solution to make your child feel better if they were ever sad. He's a good dad, and he will try to be the best if he can.

aww he's so baby girl

♡Sniper♡

• aw baby girl

• definitely has a lot of doubts, but he's happy.

• like medic, probably just wants one kid.

• if it was a girl he'd definitely call them "daddy's little girl"

• he's always smiling around them, they just make him so happy.

• he's honestly struggling every day, having to ask you for comfort or advice on if he's doing it right. Doing what right you ask? Parenting.

• but just be there with him through it all, he's a great dad just anxious.

• he talks to his kid about how to survive in the wild, showing them his collection of cool yet a bit weird stuff from his past work experiences. Some are a bit...too weird. Remind him to not show the kid the animal eyes he has in a jar from that one time he fought off a radioactive iguana.

• him and the kid get along pretty well, to be honest...he's starting to change his mind about only having one kid.

♡Spy♡

• sobs

• he doesn't want to...at first.

• well,,,he doesn't want to mess up like he did before. How he left scout, left his past behind, he doesn't want to do that to you because of his cowardness.

• but in the end, he loves you, and he loves the child, so he will try his best.

• he's a great father, have you seen him in that one Christmas comic?

• he will smother that child with love and gifts, and will train them to be kind at a young age.

• he's still extremely doubtful of his ability, but just comfort him. he's doing great, he just can't seem to understand that right now.

• but he's sweet, he loves them, and you, and isn't embarrassed to admit it (like misha!!!)

• he's a bit distant from the child at first, but as time goes by it'll all be fine. he doesn't want to hurt his child, not again.

sobs. Great dad, major issues.

done!!!

YAY!! sorry I haven't written in months,,exams.

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kikufuku01 · 1 year

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I Love You, Always

Sukuna x Reader

Part 14 Three Brats ♡♡♡ Part 15 Sakura series m. list

Reblogs, likes and comments are appreciated!

Warnings: Oral(o/c receiving), sex, nipple pinching, Sukuna is horny and wants your attention (lol)

"Sukuna, get up." You violently slap his arm, "you gotta leave after my parents leave."

“No.”

You smack his arm harder this time, “you can’t be here today.”

Sukuna lazily lifts his head from your pillow and frowns, “why not? I heard everything.”

“Which is why you have to go. I can’t have you here today.”

He chooses to ignore you by laying back down, turning his back towards you and all you can do about it is get annoyed. If you kick him out now, there’s a chance someone will see him. With one final blow to the back of his head, you sigh and then throw the blanket over his head, “fine, stay hidden in there and don’t come out all day.”

Sukuna doesn’t bother to respond, so you gather up new clothes and head out to freshen up. You’d usually take your sweet time showering but your heart is anxious, since Sukuna doesn’t want to leave. After towel-drying your hair, you head towards the kitchen and prepare yourself something to eat while your parents walk around back and forth in the house. And since Sukuna wants to be an asshole, he doesn’t get any breakfast.

Your mom pokes her head into the kitchen while putting earrings in, “Ayumi said she’d tell you when she’s around the corner, so make sure not to go back to sleep.”

“I get it.”

She gives you a quick scowl but nods anyway, “we’ll be off then.”

You’re eating as you wait around for five minutes when you finally hear the sound of your dad’s footsteps traveling down the steps to the front door along with your mom’s. Once the door clicked, you wandered out into the living room and lounged around, waiting for Ayumi’s text. It took about fifteen minutes before your phone started ringing.

“Hello?”

“Oh hey, y/n, I’m outside, do you mind opening the gate?”

You jump up from the couch immediately, “of course.”

Instead of going outside to open the gate, you go towards the buzzer by the door and press the button.

“Asa-san, Ayumi-san, it’s great to see you again.”

You’d give them a hug if they weren’t each carrying a sleeping child in their arms. They smile at you in unison and wander into the house.

“Sorry for the late notice again,” Ayumi says with a sorrowful smile.

You shake your head at her, “it’s totally fine. I wasn’t doing anything.”

Asa looks around and starts to walk towards your bedroom, “since they’re both asleep, should I place them in here?”

Fucking shit!!! You look pretty fucking sketchy based on your stunned expression, but what are you supposed to do?! You’d look weirder to them if you said no, but Sukuna is in there lying dead asleep like an ass! Hell, they aren’t even paying attention to you. Instead, Ayumi is following Asa and before they open the door, she turns back at you, “in here?”

You’re caught. You should’ve kicked him out the moment your parents were gone. Why didn’t you try harder? Now you’re caught! You manage to force a smile and laugh nervously, “yeah, just place them down and I’ll tuck them in after you guys leave. Isn’t Hotaru still in the car?”

Ayumi chuckles, “yes, but he’s asleep as well.” She walks in with Asa and places Ren down first before glancing up at Asa. “Honey, you should go back to the car first to make sure Hotaru is alright and then bring in the kid’s things. I’ll be out in a second.”

When you walk in, your heart literally falls out of your ass and you sigh a breath of relief. Sukuna isn’t here! Well, he isn’t on the bed anymore and you’ve no clue where he’s at, but you’re grateful that he’s gone for now.

Asa lays Haru down as well and gives you a small bow with his head, “thank you so much for this favor, y/n-san. As a way to pay you back, please let Ayumi and I take you out for dinner someday.”

You quickly bring your hands up and shake them with a laugh, “oh no, there’s really no need to do that. We’re family, that’s what family is for.”

Ayumi takes your hand in hers and leans on Asa, “please, we feel so indebted to you, y/n.”

Well, since that day would most likely never come, you awkwardly nod your head and agree. Asa leaves first to go to the car while Ayumi explains how her kids are. Most of it just went in one ear and out the other… all you really caught were naughty and don’t play well together.

With Ayumi and Asa gone, the two kids asleep in your room and Sukuna disappearing, all you can do is lay around downstairs and wait for them to wake up. Where did he run off to anyway? Did he sneak out through the window? Maybe you should look for him.

You enter your room again and tiptoe around quietly. Nope, not here. Where could he have gone? You go to the window and check but the window is locked, which means he’s somewhere in the house… when did he wake up?

“Sukuna?”

You make sure to keep your voice low because frankly, you’re not ready to care for two kids yet. After searching the whole downstairs, including the pantry, you go up. As expected, the upstairs living room is empty. There’s a heavy pull to your eyebrows as you continue to wander about. He’s nowhere here and the only place left is your parent’s room, so you push the door open and peek inside.

“What are you doing here?”

Your voice pulls him out of his train of thoughts and he turns around with a goofy grin, “this you?”

It’s a photo of you in your middle school days and boy… you weren’t all that cute in the photo. Just that one though! Your face burns red with embarrassment as you march over and snatch the frame. You flip it down so that it’s no longer showing, “I asked why you were in here.”

Sukuna muses, “I was bored. I came up here a little before your guests arrived.”

You jab at him with an angry frown, “that doesn’t mean you can just wander as you please. What if you got caught?”

He grabs your wrist and pulls you closer, “but I didn’t.”

“And if you did?”

He wears a pretty smirk on his pretty face, a playful glint sparkling in his eyes, “then I’d act like I was robbing you. I’ve got the looks to play the part.”

There’s that laugh he was looking for. You shove him away with your free hand and back away, “you’re stupid.”

“Only for you.”

You deadpan, “yeah, right.” You drag him out of the room, “anyway, now that I’ve found you, you can’t be here.”

“I think I can help you look after these runts.” Sukuna playfully puffs out his chest and gives it a smack, “I did pretty well with that other runt last time, don’t you think?”

He’s got a point, but you absolutely cannot risk these kids tattling on you. With a stern voice, you answer, “that’s true, but these kids are older. Hotaru only babbled.”

He follows you down the stairs with heavy feet, “then I’ll threaten them.”

“Sukuna.”

“Kidding~” he raises his hands above his head and sways side to side, “just tell them that I’m a friend that’s here to help. It can’t be that big of a problem. I’ll bribe them with money, too. Kids love that.”

You frown at him again, “they’ll ask where the money came from.”

Sukuna leans over your face and smiles like an innocent child while his eyes tell a different story, “from you, of course.”

You’re going to argue back but your bedroom door suddenly opens and all doom falls on you. It hit you like a baseball bat, you swear. Sukuna didn’t expect for the door to open either, based on how much he stiffened. You turn around with a nervous smile and look at the seven year old. He’s staring back at you while he rubs one eye.

“Hi… Haru.”

Haru’s eyes go from tired to curious and he walks up to you with an expression you can’t read. His small hands grab at yours and then he glances up at Sukuna, “who is this, auntie y/n?”

Sukuna stifles back his laughter and raises his eyebrows, “yeah, who am I, auntie y/n?”

“Oh, this is my friend, Sukuna.” You lower yourself to his level and hold a finger up to your mouth, “but you can’t tell anyone about him, okay?”

Haru squints his big eyes at you, “why not?”

Crap. Your brain actually stalls and loads as you look for an excuse but none come to you. All you really can do is panic internally.

Sukuna taps the kid’s head and sighs, “because I can play with you and your brother better, since we’re guys.”

Well that’s sexist. You roll your eyes at them, “what kind of excuse is that?”

Haru ignored you and beams at Sukuna instead, “you have a dingdong like me, right?”

“Yeah,” Sukuna bursts out laughing and nods along, “except mine's way bigger than yours.”

Haru shakes his head at him and releases your hand to slap Sukuna’s thigh, “mine is bigger! We can measure.”

“No, you can’t.” You stand back to your normal height, “just promise that you and Ren won’t mention Sukuna. If you promise, my friend will give you money.”

“Okay!”

You have doubts but if they tell, hopefully Ayumi and Asa will think they’re talking nonsense. Ren wakes up a little after the whole incident as well and you explain the same thing to him, except you tell him that it’s a game and the winner would get more money the next time you saw them. He looked eager to take the deal but children make promises like it’s nothing.

♡ ♡ ♡

By now it’s around one and you’re busy looking around in the kitchen for something to cook. Since you weren’t properly listening to Ayumi, you’re left to guess what they can and can’t eat. There’s a 20% chance they’re allergic to specific things and you’re sure they’re picky eaters since they’re young, so you’re trying to be mindful. Okay, Ren is five, so he might eat whatever you feed him, but Haru is definitely around the age of being a picky eater.

“Curry udon it is.”

You mutter to yourself as you gather the needed ingredients. The house is the loudest it's ever been since Sukuna is watching them for you. You easily find what you need and get to work. Because you don’t have all-purpose flour, you substitute by mixing 100g of bread flour and 100g of cake flour with water. You begin to mix it in slowly, pouring the water and a bit of salt in time by time until the consistency becomes dough-like. When that’s done, you spread flour onto a tray and lay it down, continuously kneading and spreading until it’s ready. It’s going to be a long process to get the dough completely smooth, so you’ll be at it for a while. And maybe you’re out of shape, but your arms are already starting to get sore. Ugh, you don’t even want to know what the chaos going on is about. You shove the dough into the fridge and prepare to make the curry.

While you’re busy doing that, Sukuna is laying on the couch and playing on his phone. He’s not even watching them!

Haru is busy controlling his remote-control race car while Ren follows him around and hovers over his shoulder. Feeling annoyed, Haru reaches behind him and shoves Ren back, “go play by yourself!”

Ren stumbles backwards but stays persistent in lingering around, “I want to play with it too!”

“You’re annoying!” Haru shoves his younger brother again and controls the car to go somewhere else. He makes sure to travel around the living room with the car though so he doesn’t lose sight of it.

Ren wordlessly follows his older brother again, still waiting for a turn. When Haru hears him coming, he stands up and holds the remote close to his chest with a glare, “leave me alone! Play with the other toys.”

This finally catches Sukuna’s attention, so he removes his eyes from the screen and clicks his tongue at Haru, “stop it.” He sees Haru shove Ren back again and sits up on the couch when Ren’s lips begin to quiver. “Look, he’s about to cry any second now because of you.”

Haru glares at Sukuna this time and walks away to play with the car in another area of the house but he stops when he hears Ren behind him again. This time he hits Ren’s head with his knuckles which makes Sukuna stand from the couch. He frowns at the seven year old, “oi, would you stop that? You’re gonna make him cry.”

“I don’t care.” Haru walks towards the car and picks it up, “I don’t share toys with Ren.”

He walks towards him again and pushes him back but this time it’s a little too hard and the boy falls onto his butt. Just like that, the younger brother begins to sob and Sukuna has no choice but to walk to them, “look, you made him cry. What did I tell you?”

Sukuna snatches both the car and remote from Haru, “none of you can play with it if you can’t share.” An evil grin plays on his face, “now it’s mine.”

Ren continues to cry while Haru kicks Sukuna’s leg as hard as he can (it’s doing no damage lol), “give it back! It’s mine!”

He sticks his tongue out at the kid and puts the car down to play with it, “go cry to auntie y/n about it.” As soon as the car starts moving, he smiles more child-like, “I’ve always wanted a race car!”

Haru does as told and runs to wherever you are. Knowing that there’s trouble around, he picks Ren up and goes to the kitchen as well. Like a brat, Haru angrily stomps in and tugs at your clothes, “auntie y/n, your stupid boyfriend won’t give me back my race car!”

You look down at him with furrowed eyebrows, “he’s not my boyfriend! And Sukuna,” you change your line of view to him, “stop being a child and give him back his toy. You should know better.”

Sukuna lifts Ren to get a better hold of him and shrugs innocently, “I’m discipling them.”

This time you cross your arms, “you aren’t their parent; therefore you get no say on how to discipline.”

He likes to challenge you, so he talks back like a smart ass. Sukuna steps further into the kitchen, “I’m their guardian right now, so that means whatever I say goes.” He waves the toy in the air to tease Haru, “if they can’t learn to share the toy and play together then they can’t play at all.”

“The. Toy. Is. Mine.” He gets in Haru’s face and smiles in a cunning way, “am I clear?”

You stop what you’re doing and stare at Sukuna with a bored face, “I didn’t know I was signing up to watch over three brats. Since you also can’t play fair with them, you don’t get the toy either.” You hold your hand out to receive the toy, “hand it over.”

Sukuna scoffs, clearly amused, “no way.”

“Sukuna, give it.”

He hums softly to himself and gives you a mischievous look, “if I give it to you then I’ll just have to find something more interesting to play with.” He steps closer to you, “something like… your kitty?”

You shove Sukuna away from you and continue to make the udon base, “that’s disgusting.”

Ren blinks his big owl eyes at you, “auntie, you have a cat?”

You’re gonna pretend you didn’t hear that. Sukuna on the other hand has other plans as he plays around and nods like he’s talking about something innocent.

“She sure does. It’s pretty and cute… soft and really friendly.”

Ren’s eyes go even wider than they already are and this time Haru clings onto Sukuna’s leg, “can we see?”

Alright, this has gone too far. You turn down the heat and ruffle Haru’s hair, “Sukuna is talking nonsense. I don’t own a cat.” You smile cutely at Ren as well, “he’s talking about my neighbor’s kitten. Now,” you glare at Sukuna again, “give it.”

Sukuna rolls his eyes at you and puts Ren down, “fine.”

When Sukuna is out of sight, you give the toy back and point a stern finger at them, “if you can’t share then I’m taking it away again. Understood?”

Haru looks down but nods his head at you. Same goes for Ren, “yes, auntie.”

“Go have fun.”

Gosh, what a headache. Three brats… really??? Anyway, since the broth is starting to boil, you add in some bonito flakes, turn the heat off and wait for around a minute until the flakes completely sink. After that, you strain it and begin to cut up the rest of the ingredients, even going so far as to add some pork belly. For the curry mix, you combine curry powder, flour, potato starch and water.

You’re done cooking the pork belly and don’t question why Sukuna is suddenly in the kitchen again until he stands right behind you and wraps his arms around your waist. Feeling that it’s too risky, you push him with your elbows, “get off of me.”

Your words fall on deaf ears because Sukuna starts to leave tiny little kisses down your neck and onto your shoulders. You stiffen in his hold as your breath hitches from the tickling sensation, “stop, Sukuna.” You use your elbow again, “not here, my nephews are in the room next door.”

Sukuna’s hands travel down to the waistband of your bottoms and he sighs softly to himself, “they’re busy, come on.” He gives your shoulder another kiss, “let me get a taste.”

You’ve already poured the veggies, pork and broth in so you’re too busy manually removing the foam from the pot to actually fight back, “stop being a pervert and go play with them. I’m making lunch.”

Sukuna’s fingers just dig deeper into your pants while he watches you pour in soy sauce, mirin and sugar, “they’re getting along and playing just fine, I made sure. They won’t even know what’s going on in here.” His right hand cups over your crotch while his middle finger presses down right onto your clit, “don’t you think youthful innocence is just so cute?”

He’s the fucking devil. You’re trying to focus, so you continue to cook, “yes, it is. I’d like to keep it that–” you jump from the sudden sensation of rubbing and try to ignore him as best as you can, “I’d like to keep it that way. Who knows if they’ll walk in and become traumatized because you can’t keep your hands to yourself.”

He smirks onto your shoulder as his fingers become soaked in your arousal. Like the ass that he is, he slips two fingers in and begins to pump in and out at a steady pace, “I just want a taste of dessert. After all,” his other hand slips into your shirt and under your bra, “you were being mean.” His fingers begin to rub and tweak at your hardened nipples, making it hard to concentrate.

Your eyes shut momentarily as you lower the heat to lower to let it simmer and thicken, “how so?”

Sukuna brings his mouth towards your ear and gives it a slow lick, “you took the race car away from me. Now I have nothing left but your kitty to play with.” He places a gentle kiss on the shell of your ear, “let me get a taste.”

“There’s no way in hell.”

After adding the curry mix, you try to push Sukuna away but he holds you firmly and pushes another finger into you, “you’re behind a counter, y/n, and the kids are in the other room. No one will see a thing.”

Just as Ren runs into the kitchen, Sukuna ducks down to be unseen and pulls your bottoms down as well. Ren stands by the entrance, holding up a lego piece he built, “auntie y/n, look! I built a car!”

“Spread your legs.”

Sukuna whispers loud enough just for you to hear. Obviously, you don’t comply. Instead, you make big eyes at Ren and nod, “wow~ Oh-” you cut yourself off when you feel Sukuna spread your legs for your and forces you to stick your ass out so he can get a better angle. He licks a stripe down your cunt from behind like the nasty man that he is. To fix your mistake, you laugh, “that’s so cool, Ren. Just keep playing over there with Haru, okay? Lunch is almost ready.”

By now, Sukuna is greedily tongue-fucking you and you have no choice but to act like nothing is happening. Ren cocks his head, “are you okay, auntie? You’re moving a lot. Where is uncle Sukuna at? I want to show him!”

He’s about to come to you but you hold your hands out at him and stop him, “no, go play in the living room. Sukuna– ngh… he went to the bathroom, I think.” You point behind Ren and smile as best as you can, “go over there and I’ll go get him for you, okay?”

Ren blinks twice before eventually smiling again, “okay! Tell him to hurry so I can show him!”

He’s out as quick as that and all you can do is breathe a sigh of relief. Once you’ve calmed down, you turn back and try to shake him off, “get your tongue out from there, you fucking pervert!”

Sukuna smirks against your cunt and buries himself deeper, chuckling lowly when you bite your own lip to hide your moans. Even if you used all your strength to shove him away, he’s holding you firmly in place with no problem. He can taste your mess, but he continues to kitten lick you through your orgasm.

“Stop,” you sigh out as your legs begin to shake and lose strength. You can barely manage to stand as overstimulation begins to hit and the only thing keeping you standing is Sukuna’s hold.

With one final lick, he swallows your taste and pulls your bottoms back up in one swift move, “oh, shut up. You enjoyed it.” He tidies your clothes up a bit and wraps his arms around your waist again, “I felt your cute little hole clenching.” His lips tickle the back of your neck as he mutters against it, “you were excited, weren’t you?”

“No, I was horrified he was going to discover us like this.”

He rubs his lips against your skin and then pulls away smugly, “I couldn’t help it. You taste so good. I want more.”

Before his hands can wander more, you turn off the heat, unravel yourself from him and go towards the fridge to take the dough out to cut, “later, okay? Stop distracting me.”

You lay out a bunch of flour so the pieces don’t stick together and begin to roll it flat when Sukuna leans over and pokes at it with a pout.

“I just want a kiss, then.”

“A kiss? If I give you one then you’ll shut up and be on your way?”

What an ass. He lingers in your kitchen, does as he wants, watches you cook and doesn’t bother to help at all. After you’ve rolled the dough out enough, you fold it and begin to cut them precisely.

Sukuna flicks the flour from his hand and nods, “yes ma’am.”

Fine, if a kiss will shut him up then so be it. You cup his cheeks with your flour covered hands and give him a soft peck on the lips. It’s nothing romantic at all, but a kiss is a kiss. You pull back from him and look him in the eyes, “happy?”

He looks far from it, lol. Sukuna’s lips twitch into a frown and he clicks his tongue sassily at you, “not a fucking peck. What am I, a kid? Give me a real kiss.”

You look away from him to resume cutting the dough into noodle pieces, “but– mph!”

Sukuna impatiently grabs your chin with one hand and slams his lips down on yours, forcing your mouth open with his tongue. He pushes his tongue against yours and makes sure that you can barely catch your breath before breaking away. Like the dick that he is, he smirks to himself in a proud manner and wipes your lips for you with his thumb, “that’s more like it.”

He wipes the flour off of his own cheeks and then smacks your ass with his left hand, “no take backs. You better serve yourself on a silver platter for me later.”

“I–”

He doesn’t bother to linger any longer as he walks out of the kitchen, “yo, kiddos! What did you want to show me?”

You wipe at your own mouth and scoff in disbelief, “that asshole.”

Ugh! Whatever… You try to forget about the wet mess that you are and boil the noodles so they’re ready to serve.

♡ ♡ ♡

You pour the curry into a small bowl and go out to find them. The first thing you see is Sukuna hogging the race car while Haru clings to his leg as he waits for his turn. Even when you said for him to play nice he’s still being greedy… you smile at the scene anyways and tap your foot on the ground to get their attention. Sukuna’s eyes never leave the car but he responds.

“What?”

You shrug in an obvious way, “where’s Ren?”

“Shit, dunno.”

Really, Sukuna? You groan at him, “you lost him?”

Sukuna’s other hand begins to push at Haru as he tries to pry him off, “he’s not lost, just somewhere else.”

Haru’s little hands clutch onto Sukuna’s pants tighter, “quit it, it’s my turn now.”

“Beat it, kid.”

You’re beginning to lose patience with the two as you speak, “Haru, where’s your brother?”

The kid whips his head around and stares at you with the same big owl-like eyes as Ren. He shrugs his little shoulders, “he left to play by himself.”

Crap. Guess you’ll have to seek him yourself. He shouldn’t be too far, so hopefully you can locate him quickly. Since it’s obvious that he’s not in this area, you go into your room and search. Nope, not there either.

“Ren,” you call out, “it’s time to eat.”

You go upstairs with hasty steps and halt at the top when you see him peacefully building legos by himself. The only thing you’re dreading is the bunch of legos that he dumped out onto the floor, but that’s an issue for later. For now, it’s time to eat.

“Ren,” you say again, “come here.”

He silently stands from where he’s sitting and runs over to you, “wanna play?”

“Maybe later. Here, try this.”

You give him the bowl and make him try the curry.

“Is it spicy? Can you eat it?”

Ren’s chubby cheeks turn a soft shade of pink but he beams at you happily, “it’s yummy.”

“Good!”

You pick him up and carry him down with you while shouting.

“Time to eat!”

Both Haru and Ren line up behind you to get their portion and so does Sukuna. He’s standing there like a big baby waiting to be pampered and coddled, how ridiculous. You start off with Haru and give him his bowl, “walk slowly and go sit at the table over there. Would you like anything specific to drink?”

He lights up like a bulb, “soda!”

“Is that okay with your mom–”

“Ah come on, let the kid have some soda.”

Sukuna’s louder voice cuts through yours and when you turn back to glare at him, he cackles and hides behind his bowl to avoid your gaze. Haru taps your leg and nods eagerly, “yeah, auntie y/n, listen to your boyfriend. I want soda.”

“He’s not my–”

“Let the kid be happy, baby.”

The way Sukuna says it is so cunningly sweet that it irritates your soul… however, there’s a giddy feeling in your stomach from his stupid ass teasing. How is it possible for him to be so carelessly playful all the time? Once Haru gets out of the way, you give Ren his and walk him over to the table. Sukuna scoffs in offense, “aren’t you forgetting about someone?”

“You’re a big boy, Sukuna. You can serve yourself.” You’re speaking to him in the same playful tone he used on you and hide your laugh when he squints pettily.

He makes sure to huff and puff repeatedly when filling his own bowl but it only makes him look like a man-child. “Are you going to offer me a drink too or ignore me again?”

You move to make yourself a bowl as well and tap your cheek, “hmm, don’t you have two feet that work?”

“I have a third leg that wo–”

“Alright, alright, what do you want to drink, asshole.”

He snickers triumphantly, “soda for me, too.”

Clink, clink, clink and clink. You place four cans down on the table and sit across from Sukuna, digging in after everyone has already started. The next hour consists of you watching the three of them play together. Of course, there are moments when you have to step in and tell Sukuna to stop being childish, but he only listens for a few minutes and then goes right back to acting like a kid. Ren is the only one who is laid back, but that’s because he’s occupied with the many other toys Ayumi packed.

“I’ll be right back.”

You go back upstairs and take your sweet time to collect the lego pieces that were dumped. Just how many pieces are included in this set? You crawl over to grab the two buckets and hum to yourself. 2,000 pieces per bucket, wow.

“That’s my car!”

Ren’s voice roars from downstairs and his loud crying follows shortly after. Gosh, Sukuna can’t have the race car so he takes Ren’s? Why can’t he be a bit more responsible? You quickly gather the pieces in bunches and snap the lid back on so you can bring both buckets downstairs with you.

“Sukuna, would you quit acting like a brat?”

Your voice dies down when you see the situation. It wasn’t him that took the car, it was Haru. Sukuna is looking at you with an ‘are you serious right now’ look while cradling Ren in his arms to help console him.

“Oh…”

His frown quickly lifts into a grin as he mocks you, “yeah, oh.”

Embarrassment seeps into you as you walk over to Haru. You hold out your hand and demand for the lego car, “what did I say about playing nice? If you can’t do that, you can’t play at all.”

Haru crosses his arms and frowns at you, “then I’ll tell my mom and dad about your boyfriend!”

“Ouu,” Sukuna bursts out laughing at you and covers his mouth with a fist, “he got you there.”

“You’re not helping the situation, Sukuna. None of this would’ve happened if you had just left when I told you to.”

He bounces Ren in his arms to help lull him, “if I left, you would’ve been stressed trying to take care of them on your own.”

Well, he has a point. Damn him. You feel so defeated today as nothing is going your way… What are you supposed to do? The three of them won’t share the damn race car, Ren is in love with the one he built yet Haru won’t let him have it and even when you told Sukuna to be an adult, he won’t let the kid have the race car to himself.

While you’re blanking out about what to do, Sukuna takes it upon himself to step closer and pull you into an embrace with his other arm, “stressed out?”

“A bit,” you sulk, muttering against his chest.

Haru grimaces at the scene but quickly becomes jealous when he realizes he’s being left out, so he quickly shoves himself between you and hugs Sukuna’s thighs, “I want a hug too! How come you guys are only hugging Ren?!”

Sukuna playfully rolls his eyes, “beat it, kid.” Despite saying that, he releases you and kneels down to pick him up.

“I was just having a bit of fun, y/n. I didn’t mean to stress ya out.”

He tries to make it up to you by puckering his lips for a kiss but you immediately reject it and shoot him down.

“Fine,” he grumbles, “hey kids, how about we all clean up and watch a movie together?”

Ren sniffles, wiping his own tears, “movie?”

“What kind of movie?” Haru adds.

Sukuna moves his head closer to Haru’s and lightly headbutts him, “any kind you want. You just can’t say a word about me being here, okay?”

The kid squints with suspicion and scoffs, “don’t forget about the money you promised.”

He puts them down and digs into his wallet to give them pocket change, “yeah, yeah.”

It’s kind of cute watching them run around the house as they try to tidy things up. Sukuna is barely doing anything to help but it’s the effort that counts and the other two are shoving things in their duffel bag. Since it’s almost four now, you’re curious on how much longer you’ll have to watch them. You would text Ayumi but you’re not sure how serious Hotaru’s condition is, so it might sound insensitive of you to ask how much longer you’ll have to babysit.

So, you guys spent a good few minutes arguing on what to watch since everyone’s preference was different. Sukuna wanted to watch horror but you argued against him since it wouldn’t be appropriate for children to watch, therefore you’ve all settled on Coraline. Sukuna is stuck on the other end of the couch with Haru sitting beside him and then there’s Ren and you. Because he’s a bit scared of the movie, he’s clinging to you and Sukuna is glaring at the poor kid through the corners of his eyes. He’s jealous that you’ve given these kids all of your attention because now he’s left hanging.

They fall asleep halfway through the movie, possibly from food coma and from sitting still for so long. Sukuna turns to look at you with a gentle pout still on his lips, “kids are asleep.”

“What about it?” You whisper back.

He points down at his thighs, “this brat is heavy, and my legs are asleep so let’s move them.”

Aww, Haru looks so cute when he’s not being a smart mouth, almost like Sukuna. You carefully lift Ren up and stand from the couch, “they should be fine in my room again.”

You wait for Sukuna to stand as well and then go towards your room. You’re about to enter, but Sukuna turns and goes in a different direction. “Uh, where are you going?”

He doesn’t even look at you, “putting them in the room upstairs.”

“Why?”

All he does is ignore you, so you have no choice but to follow him up. It’s so weird! It’s weird to see Sukuna with kids. You weren’t used to it last time and you’re not used to it now. He looks too soft… To imagine him as a father is just funny, and with that imagination in mind, you end up laughing a little too loud.

He tucks Haru in first and looks up at you, “what’s so funny?”

“Nothing, just… it’s nothing.” You pull the blanket over Ren and start walking away, “why did you bring Haru up here anyway?”

Big arms snake around your waist, holding you in place, “so they won’t get in my way.” Sukuna releases you, bends down and picks you up bridal style after, “you haven’t paid attention to me all day.”

A giggle leaves your lips at his immaturity, “that’s a lie, I paid attention to you this morning.”

“You left me hanging.”

“Oh, you got me there.”

He leans down and leaves a kiss on the tip of your nose, “now it’s time to make up for it.”

Your smile drops at his statement and you begin to flail in his arms, “Sukuna, no. The kids are still here.” You feel his grip on you tighten so you begin to flail harder, “you can sneak back over later tonight. We can’t do anything here.”

He shuts your door with his foot and throws you onto the bed, “it’ll be fine, y/n. They’re dead asleep.”

This guy… No. You can’t let him have his way right now but Sukuna quickly topples over you, trapping you beneath him. He’s not exactly sitting on you, just hovering above, but he’s a lot heavier than you so no matter how much you try to fight him off he won’t budge.

He smirks down at you, “I hope you realize how loudly you’re laughing. You’ll wake them up if you continue.”

“Good, hopefully they can save me from this horny pervert!”

“Ahh~” he sighs, “a pervert? Me?” He laughs in a cynical way and lowers his face so that his nose almost touches yours, “you might not be wrong~”

There’s so much tension between you two right now as he lays his forehead against yours, “but on a serious note, pay attention to me too.”

Damn, he switches just like that, huh? First he looks all evil and sinister and then he looks all vulnerable and shit. What an absolute ass. You told yourself not to give in, but he just pulls you in like a magnet… you can’t help it.

You tilt your head up first and meet his lips and gosh, they’re hypnotic. The not-so-secretive smiles that play on your lips disappear as you both indulge in each other, mindlessly crossing lines that were long blurred all over again.

Before things escalate, Sukuna separates and pants against your lips, “if you really don’t want to do it, we don’t have to. I’ll wait.”

Fuck it. You’re already horny. You tilt your head upwards again to continue the kiss, granting him permission to continue and you moan softly with excitement each time he grinds against you. Your heads turn at different angles to deepen the kiss while his hands move down to your thighs. Everywhere his hands go, your skin burns. It’s crazy, right?

Sukuna gently lifts your hips up to pull your pants off while his lips move from yours down to your neck, leaving you a panting mess. It’s crazy how his lips leave such soft supple kisses on your skin while his breath tickles your neck.

“Let’s take a look,” Sukuna says as he removes himself from you. He spreads your legs apart and salivates at the mess you’ve made.

Feeling shy, you close your legs again and look away, “don’t look… it’s embarrassing.”

Sukuna shakes his head at you and spreads your legs open again, “it’s cute, doll. Nothing to be embarrassed about, alright?”

He stares at you with such tender eyes before moving down to lick a stripe up your cunt. It sends a shiver down your spine but you’re quickly drowned in bliss when he gets to work. Sukuna’s mouth attaches to your clit and he gently flicks up and down while his hand pumps in and out of your pulsing cunt. There’s a dirty squelching sound that fills your ears and you can feel your stomach tightening up.

Your hands fly down to Sukuna’s head in a panic and you violently grip at his hair but you’re too late. Your legs are already squeezing his head while your back arches from the pleasure and he’s just shamelessly lapping up all your juices like a starved dog.

“Fuck me,” you whisper in the heat of the moment.

Sukuna removes himself from your cunt and crawls back up to tackle you in a wet kiss. He’s letting you taste yourself, that dirty man. His damp fingers move into your shirt and under your bra so he can play with your hardened nipples.

“Shit,” you moan into the kiss at his touch and push him away gently, “hurry, who knows when they’ll wake up.”

He sits up and unbuttons his pants, his boxers damp from precum. It amuses him how you’re always looking at his bulge with such wide eyes. It fits every time, so why do you always look a bit anxious? Sukuna pulls out his dick and pokes at your soaked entrance. He pushes in slowly and muses in the erotic sounds you’re making. Your previous orgasm made it easier for him to slide in, so he begins to move at an easy pace.

You let your hands roam under his shirt, “kiss me, Sukuna.”

He does as you say, leaning back down to lap his tongue over yours. While making out, he quickened his pace, going harder for each thrust. It makes you bounce up and cling to him more, wrapping your legs around his waist. Sukuna grips at the back of your neck to swallow more of you while his other arm wraps under you to press you closer against him. Everything about you drives him insane.

You could feel every inch of him sliding in and out while your breaths and moans got louder and louder. The sound of skin slapping and the smell of sex began to fill the air but you were too intoxicated on sex to care. It just felt too good. Everything felt too good with Sukuna.

He grunts harshly while a sheen layer of sweat begins to build up, “baby.”

You don’t hear him. You’re too distracted with your own pleasure.

Sukuna pinches your nipple to get your attention. “Baby,” he calls again.

This time you open your hazy eyes and look up at him, “yeah?”

Shit. You didn’t make a face at the name he called you. Now he’s even harder. Initially, he planned to pull out and finish on your stomach, but you just pull him back in each time. Sukuna grabs both of your wrists and pulls you up off the bed.

“Turn around. Face down, ass up.”

You submissively do as he says and get into the position he asked. He lines himself up with you again and slams right in, earning a loud moan from you. “Fuck,” he mutters, “you’re swallowing me up.”

His hands grip your waist and he begins to pull you back and forth while his hips snap into you violently. He’s burning with desire, just on the edge of cumming. “I’m gonna cum,” Sukuna says as he begins to slow down his pace.

Too drunk on sex, you push your ass out towards him, “in me…”

Do you realize what you’re saying? As much as he would like to, he’s not wearing a condom and the possibility of you getting pregnant would cause problems, so he chuckles and leans forward to press sensual kisses down your back, “baby, did seeing me around kids give you a funny idea? Hmm?”

No answer… You’re a drooling mess with your tongue lolled out. There’s a pool of saliva seeping down on your sheets but Sukuna doesn’t need to know that.

Sukuna grins at your silence and moves closer to turn your head towards him. Hungry lips devour you and you’re left kissing him back like the horny mess you are, moaning uncontrollably. You release first, flinching with sensitivity as his dick continuously rubs up inside of you.

“Shit!”

Sukuna quickly pulls away from the kiss and pulls out of you while his cum spurts onto your ass and back. When the high finally dies down and you both catch your breaths, he flips you onto your back and presses cute tiny kisses on your cheeks and lips, “sorry, I made a mess on you.”

“That’s okay,” you softly pant, “guess we both needed that.”

“Let me help you change.”

Before you can argue back, he walks to your dresser and digs around for a bit. While he’s doing that, you use your old undies to wipe his mess off your back.

When Sukuna finds what looks like comfortable enough undies and a pair of sweats, he comes right back to you. There’s a glow on his face as he smiles gently, putting your legs through the holes and dressing your bottom half. He pulls you to sit up, “are you okay? Did I go too hard?”

“No, it was perfect. Promise.”

You jump off the bed and kiss his sweaty forehead, “you’re the devil, Sukuna. Such a tempter.”

He shrugs in a nonchalant way, “you like it, don’t lie.”

Damn, he’s got a point… again. You fan yourself and walk towards the door, “I’m gonna make sure they kids didn’t hear us…”

“Have fun~”

You look over your shoulder with a playful smile, “go home, okay? I don’t wanna get in trouble later. If you like me as much as you say you do, you’ll listen and spare me some punishment.”

@Lucyrocks86 @mykyoon @hxlalokidottir @wo-ming-bai @adoraspace @yourusernames @raviolixxx @blackjanexx

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smirnoffswitchblade · 3 months

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♡⸝⸝ about me .ᐟ

includes: introduction, dni/byf, etc . . .

— Finally im making an introduction after putting it off for a bit out of shyness (and laziness..+ being nervous, but i need to push myself to do things sometimes.) but i thought its time you guys know a little bit more about me! ^^

𓈒⠀𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒𓈒⠀. 𓂃⠀⠀˖⠀𓇬⠀˖⠀⠀𓂃⠀𓈒

‼️ • MDNI • ‼️

♡ ····· introduction

• Hello there!! im Sammy, but i prefer to be called Sakura if we aren’t extremely close. <3

• Im 20 years old! Im also a biracial lady, Bisexual, and my pronouns are She/Her! Please refer to me as so when talking to/about me.

• Some of my hobbies include : Cosplay, editing, drawing, photography (beginner), dancing, gaming, writing, reading, and baking!

• I like to associate myself with certain animals, specifically raccoons/deer/rag-doll cats/lambs/bats! Personally i think they fit me very well..so thats why you may see me repost those specific animals from time to time. (cause i think they’re me! ^^)

Tagged with: #irlsaku

• My few of my interests are cosplay, video games, anime, manga, flowers, greek mythology, herbology, nymphology, gloomy coquette and lolita fashion. among others too!

• i love many little men right now..but mainly ive been very lovey dovey over ren hana/fox, strade, lawrence oleander, sano kojima and vincent metzger! their just my favorites at the moment and i tend to self indulge in a bunch of selfshipping with them (persona x canon and oc x canon too!..maybe i will post my btd/tpof ocs here someday.)

♡ ····· DNI / BYF

• DNI: Minors, ageless blogs, zoos/maps, ableist, racist, homophobic, transphobic, anti-xeno/neopronouns, i dont really have a big dni but these are my mains. I block freely.

• BYF: This account is my primary blog and it’s mostly just for me posting/spamming my brainrot of 18+ medias! (also made for self indulgence and other things but i wont speak on that too much) So please please if you are under the age of 18 or do not have an age stating that you are an adult in your bio you will be blocked! This blog and content is not made for your eyes to see and you can get others and the creators in legal trouble and yourself. Please stay safe and take care of yourself, Thank you.

• If you are not a minor but cant handle the topics/media that will be posted on my blog please don’t follow me, this blog again is simply for my hyper-fixations of 18+ medias, my own enjoyment, and more. Don’t hurt/trigger yourself intentionally by looking at the things i put here, and please look out for your wellbeing because you are special! <3 Thank you!

My sfw blog is @crunchysugarr so i wont mix my other medias with this one!

• I have ADHD/PTSD/anxiety and depression, please be mindful of these things when choosing to interact with me whether its in dms or my ask box!

• You can send anything (quite literally anything..) in my asks! I don’t mind it, but ill ignore it if i don’t feel comfortable answering it or if it makes me feel some type of way. Please remember i may take time to reply to them if you ever do send anything to my inbox. (I also ask that you don’t send me irl gore/animal gore/cp/etc in my ask box.)

- I tag my posts with my own hashtags, heres a few of them so you wont be confused about what I’m specifically trying to post!

- aesthetic: #sakuaesth

- rambling: #sakubabbles

- regular blogging: #sakuposting🌸

(This could change overtime but i don’t know if they will but if they do I’ll let you all know! I hate confusing others on accident, hope this helps somewhat!)

• Im still pretty new to the Boyfriend to Death fandom and other fandoms on here too, I’m always learning something new about these pieces of media every single day! so please don’t get upset if i say anything not really lore accurate (?) i guess.

• You can always dm me or reply in my posts freely! But please ask to dm me in my ask box if you do want to talk to me in private, i usually only chat on tumblr and not discord because only people i’m closest to have my discord. But feel free to ask to dm me and we can talk here on tumblr if thats fine with you <3

• Please be patient when it comes to me replying to messages/asks. Sometimes it can be a bit overwhelming knowing i have to reply to so many people so i may take some time to get back to you all depending on whats going on with me that day, i do have a life outside of tumblr thats way different from how i appear online! But just know i have no intentions of ignoring anybody, i just wanna try and talk to new people for once.

Note: i tend to use emoticons only because i just think they’re adorable simply and i like to use them when texting! (i dont know why i feel the need to specify this so much, or anything else for that matter..but i did!)

♡ ····· other / extra things

ill try and make this as short as possible so you wont have to do too much more reading.. sorry about that!! ^_^’

• on this account the specific content i intend to post is boyfriend to death (1&2), the price of flesh, ykmet, degrees of lewdity, lovers trophy, courtin’ cowboys, this is not romance, and Saw (2004)!

• i can give out some of my other socials below so feel free to follow them if you’d like to, or don’t! i would never force anything upon you or anyone. <3

Twitter: @/crunchysugarr

Pinterest: (the same as my twitter user)

• and i think thats really pretty much everything! i hope you enjoy my company and my blog, if theres any other questions you wanna ask to know other things about me that aren’t listed here then you are free to shoot me an ask anytime! (no pressure of course <3.) Im sure we will become good friends someday! take care ♡

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hipsterteller · 4 months

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Pspsps smut ask for letters: A, D, F, H you know who

Thank you @moonartemisia and yeah we all know who would it be.

♡ aftercare [how do they take care of you after sex? do they do a lot or not?]

-Naoakira comforts Aeryn after sex, he would clean her with damp towel if she's too tired from their sex but there are some times that they would be in bath tub cleaning up.

♡ dirty secret [what's a dirty secret they have about you?]

-Aeryn is touch starve person so either by holding hands or any physical touch by someone she love makes her feel submission or comfort and Naoakira, okay...come on guys this feels like a running gag...but I guess he has this morally grey side and we know how we heard from drama cd plus his seiyuu is Ryota Takeuchi who did Ren from DMMD.

♡ first time [how was your first time having sex with them? are they a virgin?]

-Aeryn is virgin but if you read my story on quotev she lost her virginity to someone but sex is still new to her, and Naoakira I think he didn't gone that far from his marriage.

♡ humor [what dumb shenanigans have happened in bed with them?]

-Aeryn would probably purr or tries to relax herself...

#hipsterrespond #paradox live #oc #naoakira saimon #saimon naoakira #naoakria saimon x oc #naoakira saimon x oc

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cuiizhu · 6 months

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Helios Rising Heroes - Grandiose Chinoiserie

Chapter 8:

Marion: ………

Ren: (....He’s still really pissed off huh)

Ren: (He taught a kid’s class and an elderly class one after the other, but both seemed pretty hard to manage.)

Ren: (I’m hardly one to talk here, but Marion was never much of a people person, so it’s only natural he’d get annoyed at such an unpredictable group–

Marion: What is it, Ren

Ren: ……!

Marion: You look like you’ve been wanting to say something.

Ren: N-not in particular. I don’t have anything to say.

Marion: Hmph, you’re probably thinking I’m annoyed or something, right?

Ren: Ah…..

Ren: Today…or rather, lately, I’ve noticed you haven’t been losing your temper as much.

Marion: ………….

Marion: Yeah sure, I’ve thought of something good. Next time I feel my temper boiling, I’ll call you over.

Marion: I said I’d show you an example. Maybe if I beat you up, it might make me feel a little better.

Ren: !!Wh-....

Marion: ……Obviously, that was a joke.

Marion: Good grief…, I didn’t expect to have to deal with such small children and eldery people.

Marion: And they’re all amateurs who haven’t the slightest idea about even the most basic of defense stances. It’s hard to be patient, but it’s also a challenge to teach them.

Marion: Sigh…

Girl: Kyaa! It’s too hot~!

Marion & Ren: …….?

Girl: The teapot was so hot I nearly burned myself……

???: Are you okay? Should I do it for you?

Girl: Eh, it makes me really happy to hear that….but no! It would be terrible if Faith-kun’s beautiful fingers got even a little burnt!!!

Marion & Ren: ????????

Faith: Aha, are you worried about that? I’m not crazy enough to do that.

Marion: You…..

Faith: Huh, the two members from North…what are you doing here?

Marion: That’s my line, what the hell are you doing in a place like this?

Faith: As you can see, I came for tea.

Faith: I’m always playing in lively places like Yellow West, but even I want to look for some quiet time every once in a while like this.

Girl: Kyaa! I spilled it!

Faith: Aah…that’s why I said I’d do it instead, you didn’t burn yourself again?

Girl: Yup, I’m okay ♡

Marion: Oi, don’t waste the tea.

Marion: Hasn’t it steeped for long enough? If you don’t pour it quickly, it won’t taste good.

Marion: Hm, did you order green tea? It can’t be helped. I’ll make the first brew, so watch closely.

Faith: ….What? Do you guys maybe work here?

Ren: We’re here on a special mission.

Faith: Special mission……?

Girl: Hey, Faith-kun, who are these two? Could they be your hero acquaintances?

Faith: Ah, that….

Marion: Here, I’ve poured it. The second brew should use the same steep time, but for the third onwards, you should steep it for longer. Also, this tea has quite a nice aroma–

Faith: Thank you, Marion. That was a good demonstration.

Faith: Hey, I want to talk to these two for a little bit, so do you mind having tea by yourself for a while?

Girl: Ehh…. but Faith-kun....

Faith: You’re a good girl right, so will you listen to me?

Girl: I,,I understand…. I’ll drink this tea and wait for you here quietly ♡

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syos-princess · 2 years

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♡~Camping Love~♡

Pairing: Syo Kurusu x Jules Kurusu (Me)

Word Count: 1600+

Taglist: @of-comfort-and-love @winterbl0ss0m

TW: None, but there are Spoilers for the newly released Special!

Info: I could watch the Special thanks to a sweet friend and I loved it so much! It was sooo good! I got so inspired by one specific scene with Syo that I just had to write a Shortcakes story based on it… 👉🏻👈🏻

One beautiful, sunny day…

“Babe? Was it really a good idea to bring me with you on your guys’ vacation?”

Syo and the rest of STARISH got a more than deserved vacation as a reward for working so hard. They chose to go glamping…and my husband decided to bring me along. The trip to our destination was very eventful, if I may say so myself. From funny stories and many pictures to looking for two lost children’s parents. (Don’t worry, the story has a good ending!) We arrived here a little bit ago, though, and now I was watching Syo preparing some firewood for a campfire later in the evening. My blonde man swung the axe and split another log before wiping his forehead with his hand. He turned to me with a smile.

“Of course, it was a good idea! The guys were very excited to have you here! Besides, you ARE a part of STARISH in your own way! You deserved a vacation after you’ve worked so hard, too.”, he answered.

I shook my head, amused, but couldn’t keep a light chuckle in. Syo came over to me where I was sitting on a bunch of other wooden logs. I knew what he wanted, we had been doing that for a while on repeat after all, so I took a few of them and then placed them in my husband’s arms. He leaned down to kiss my cheek.

“My utmost thanks, my Princess~!”

“Hihi! You’re very welcome, my Prince~!”

Syo went back to his previous place and continued with his work. There wasn’t much I could do with my condition but at least I could help my husband a little with his task. And later, I knew that I got put in charge of preparing some side dishes for our dinner. Syo told me that it was quickly decided that I would be on “kitchen duty”, when it was sure that I’d come with them.

“They love your food, Princess, and so do I!”, he told me.

It warmed my heart that they liked my cooking so much. But the most important compliments for me always came from Syo.

I watched on as my blonde husband split log after log and my eyes slowly wandered to his exposed muscular biceps. Years of training and working out really showed here. I knew that I won’t ever get used to this sight.

*He is so strong and handsome…and MY husband…woah…*

Suddenly, I felt like someone was watching me. I turned my head and saw Ren, who was lying in a hammock not too far from us, looking at me.

*Seriously?! I thought he was asleep?!*

Ren’s lips formed into a sly smile, then he looked at Syo and back at me again while wiggling his eyebrows. My light blue eyes widened in shock and embarrassment. I got caught red-handed! I felt my cheeks flush into probably the deepest red known to humanity and hid my face in my hands. The metal of my wedding ring felt cold against my heavily heated skin. I could almost hear Ren’s teasing chuckle ringing in my ears.

*Please, God, make the earth swallow me whole…*

“Princess? Are you okay?”, I heard Syo ask.

I slowly looked up and saw Syo as he just crouched down to my eye level. There was a worried glint in his blue eyes. I nodded my head.

“Y-yes, I’m fine! Uh, I think it’s the heat! It’s pretty hot today, y’know?”, I answered quickly.

My husband took one of his protective gloves off and gently touched my red cheeks and then my forehead. I relaxed a little under his cool touch.

“Yeah, you’re pretty flushed. Do you wanna go inside? I know you’re very sensitive. I don’t want you to get a heat stroke or something...”

*Gosh, he’s so sweet. I don’t deserve him.*

“N-no, really! I’m fine! I’ll drink lots of water to stay cool! Don’t worry, babe!”

Syo nodded slightly, not fully convinced, and took something next to us. He put his purple hat onto my head. It fit me perfectly which put a warm feeling inside my chest.

“If you’re really sure. Just, please keep the hat on for the rest of the time you’re outside, okay? And if you’re starting to feel sick or dizzy, please tell me, Princess! Promise?”

I smiled at my husband. Always looking out for me since we met all those years ago. I was truly grateful.

“Promise.”, I said.

Syo nodded again and kissed my forehead before he took a few more logs and went back to work. I turned towards Ren again but his eyes were closed. I knew from that lingering smile on his face that he wasn’t really asleep, though. I shook my head. Even though he teased me or us both greatly, I also knew how big of a supporter he is of Syo and I. We could always count on him. I was really thankful for that.

*Thank you for everything, Orange Rhapsody…*

Soon the rest of the logs were all split into smaller pieces. Ren was kind enough to take the first batch to the campfire site, but not before secretly winking at me for one last time.

Syo and I each picked up the remaining wood pieces with him carrying most of it. The way over to the campfire, well, soon to be campfire, was pretty nice. I loved camping. Syo and I had already done that a lot in the past. Even though glamping wasn’t exactly the same experience, I enjoyed myself.

After my husband and I reached the site, we put the split wood next to Ren’s batch. The ginger wasn’t anywhere near in sight. The wind suddenly picked up a little and I closed my eyes. I could smell the flowers and heard the birds nearby. It was so serene.

When I opened my eyes again, I saw my blonde man looking at me with a loving grin on his face. I blushed.

“I-is everything alright, babe?”, I asked curiously.

“Yes, everything’s okay. Sorry, just, you look really beautiful right now. You always do...”

Syo came closer and wrapped his arms around my waist. I put mine on his chest. My husband’s blue eyes looked even more gorgeous. I could lose myself in them every time.

“…And I’m glad that you’re enjoying yourself. You really look at peace here.”, Syo continued.

“That’s because I am! Thank you…”

“Of course, Princess! You’re very welcome.”

I looked down at my wrist watch to check the time. It was almost time for me to start cooking. Oh, how much I wished for that moment to never end.

“Well, soon it’s dinner time~! I have to check in with Masato before, though.”, I said to my husband.

“Ah, I can’t wait to eat your food again, Princess! It’s been like a whole DAY without it. Can you give me a little hint on what you’ll make…~?”

“Hm…well, ‘pasta salad with bacon’ is one part of it~!”

Syo’s eyes widened and a big grin appeared. Haha, bullseye.

“Omg, my favorite?! You’re the best wife ever, you know that!? I love you, Princess!”, he exclaimed before pressing his lips to mine.

I couldn’t help but to smile into the kiss. I was so happy that HE was happy. We stayed like this for a little while, neither of us wanted it to end.

After we broke the kiss, I heard rustling from nearby. Syo seemed to notice it, too. Before we even had the chance to look at what it was, a young redhead fell through the bush and landed only a few meters in front of us. Otoya. And after him came Cecil.

“What…? Were you guys spying on us?”, asked Syo pretty confused.

I was so embarrassed that I got caught AGAIN and just hid my face in my husband's chest. He wrapped his arms tighter around me.

“Well, Ren said we should give you a little privacy!”, answered Cecil.

*Ren?*

I could hear more rustling and Syo’s “Ren!” confirmed my suspicion of who it was. Were they here the whole time? Omg, so embarrassing…

“Now, now. Let me explain, Ochibi-chan~!”, I heard Ren say.

“We were here, yes, but it’s true what Cesshi said. I said to these two that we should give you, the married couple, a little time alone. But you came here sooner than expected so we had to think fast. I’m truly sorry.”

“We actually wanted to leave just now but I lost my footing and fell. I’m sorry, we really didn’t mean to spy!”, explained Otoya.

“I’m really sorry, too!”, added Cecil.

There was a moment of silence. Then I heard my husband’s voice.

“I-It’s okay, guys. You didn’t mean any harm. But I think you spooked my wife…”

“Are you okay, Little Jewels?”, asked Ren.

I looked up and met Ren’s gaze. I nodded. I really was okay. Nobody needed to feel guilty.

“Yes, I’m okay! Just a little embarrassed, honestly…”

“Don’t worry~! Your Prince will protect you, I’m sure.”

That actually made me giggle.

“O-okay, enough with the teasing, Ren!”, said Syo finally.

Ren just threw his hands up in a lighthearted defeat while everyone was laughing. Moments like these really made me happy. Not only did I win a wonderful husband with Syo but a whole family with the rest of STARISH.

I looked over to Syo and he looked back smiling. When he gave me another peck on my cheek, I felt again how lucky I was.

“I love you, Princess…”, he whispered into my ear.

“I love you too, babe…”

#shortcakes 💗#syotime #I missed writing about us so much… 🥹💗#Shortcakes Solo Camping Trip 2022? Maybe~!

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vivrhan · 3 months

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hello everyone, i know it’s been a while since i posted a new milestone.. as usual, i don’t know how to start but i would like to say thank you so much :) i can’t believe i’m getting closer to 1k. i really hope i would be able to reach that soon and it’s almost my first anniversary here on tumblr :p — i’m really proud of my progress. after my 3-4 months hiatus last year, i never expected to grow this blog so big. i started by making random gifs and mbs as a joke but then it became my new online hobby T-T — aside from getting flop haha, thank you so much for supporting me :) my one wish for this blog is.. unflop me rn!!! … thank you for your support and love towards me and my blog. i appreciate it so much !

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yuichi-ro · 2 years

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this is for no one but myself. the US does not deserve a birthday this year but I damn well deserve a fluffy haajee.♡ ficlet cw: it's selfship, all of it, it's my insert + fanon kids DO NOT REBLOG | I WILL BLOCK YOU

"Where's mom?" Ren was the first to look up from the mound of fireworks he and his brother had drug out of the hosue.

"She's going to miss it!" Lucas, squatted over his literal bags of fireworks like a dragon among his hoard, didn’t even look back at his fathers.

Baji grumbling under his breath with the third chair he’d wrestled with today. Shuji didn’t want to point out it was the same chair he threw across the yard while you had been grilling. So he just sipped his lukewarm beer and watched the dark haired man struggle before tossing a lazy gaze over to his sons.

“Mom said she was going pee.” Shuji answered his kids a little too late.

“Wow, thanks, tell the entire neighborhood,” Coming down from the front door to the parking pad you look from your sons hunched over their assorted haul this year, “Didn’t you guys already pick out the line up this morning?”

“Things change mom,” Lucas plucked one of the cylinders of gun powder and put it towards the left of his lineup, “Ren wanted to do the dragon farts first.”

“Heh,” Baji snorted from behind you all only to suffer the fate of his finger being pinched by the folding chair. Leading him to curse and hurl it off the concrete parking pad, “God damn it!”

“Great.” You shook your head, “The entire neighborhood knows I peed and they probably think Baji’s a mad man.”

Shuji, very comfortable in the first chair Baji had brought out, crossed his legs laughing with his beer can up to his lips, “Ain’t nothing. Hey boys, did you know your mother helped set a dumpster on fire before?”

“Mom?!” Ren and Lucas whipped around from their fireworks to look utterly appalled at you.

“I did not set it on fire!” You pointed an accusing finger at their father calmly sipping his beer, “Don’t rat your cigarette story out on me!”

“You were the one to throw it in the dumpster though.” Baji, who’d gone back to get the chair he threw. Came and set the folding thing down as he’d successfully gotten it to stay put.

“Did he not say he wanted to stop?” You offered more detail than Shuji had initially, “Besides.” You looked Baji up and down with a glare as he popped up the last chair in the line up, “You lit how many cars on fire?”

Grinning with his fangs proud and the adorable crows feet finally making a home in the corner of his eyes, Baji puffed out his chest and put his hands on his hips, “I was hungry.”

“Can we set a car on fire?” Lucas asked with his biggest firework in hand as he moved it over to where Shuji was sitting.

“Yeah dad did!” Ren mimicked both his brother’s words as well as putting his biggest and best firework next to his father for safe keeping.

“Sweetpea-” Shuji hauled off and scooped his youngest up in his arms and planted the kid on his lap as Ren began giggling and pulling away from his father, “Your father pulled that once with mom and you know what happened?”

“Mom lit a dumpster on fire.” Lucas parroted what he’d just learned moments before.

“Accidentally!” You point out as you struggle to snag the lip of your soda can. Snapping it open finally with a glare at both men, “Go ahead. Tell em what I did.”

Baji snagged his drink from where he’d set it off to the side. Plopping down next to you and on the other side of Shuji as he leaned into the arm of the chair and began pulling up his shorts leg to point at what really looked like a freckle more than anything else, “Mom stabbed me with a chopstick.”

“That was a nice one.” Shuji took a sip of beer, “Stood straight up for like- a whole minute.”

Rolling your eyes you shake your head, “You ass it wasn’t that bad.”

“Language!” Ren and Lucas piped up like an automatic response to the word they’d heard a million times.

“It’s a holiday.” You adjust yourself in your chair and lean forward so your closer to eye level with the boys, “Doesn’t count on holidays.”

“Really?” Ren went a little wide eyed as he held a firework in his grasp.

“She’s just being ornery sweetpea.” Shuji tried not to laugh at his son’s gullibility as he sipped his beer.

“Ass!” out in front of everyone, Lucas cursed loud enough all three of you plus his brother could hear it before scrambling to pick up the firework he’d dropped.

“Language!” You automatically spat at your son’s choice of words.

“You did say it didn’t count-” Baji pointed out with a grin.

“Baji has a point.” Shuji agreed as he ruffled Ren’s hair and helped him down off his lap as the boys finalized their design.

Of course the kid immediately said ass just like his brother had. Leaving you to shake your head and pinch the bridge of your nose. It really was a holiday so you let it slide. Not before the boys combined probably said ass twelve more times. And Baji said it at least once more when Shuji made fun of him and the chair early. Their mannerisms so much like their fathers. Making it hard for you to not smile behind the lip of your drink as you watched them set up their fireworks. Even crouched down and talking among the two of themselves. You couldn’t believe how much they looked like them on top of it all. Making you loose yourself in the nostalgia of it all before the show was about to begin.

“You guys finally ready?” Baji’s voice drew you from your thoughts.

Laid out was nine fireworks. Lined up in a crescendo that certainly left a lot to the imagination as the biggest and tallest one was in the very middle. Ren on one side. Lucas on the other. Both boys with their lighters in hand. They looked at the three of you like conductors ready to start a symphony. All this prep and still you knew there were four other bags combined sitting over by Shuji’s chair. This was just the first show and just as the sun kissed the furthest mountain and sunk down for the evening.

“We’re ready!” Lucas and Ren looked at each other just as they clicked the trigger on their lighters.

Very minimal fumbling the three of you watched as your oldest light a little more than half of them and his little brother finally caught up second to last. Boys scrambling to get out of the way when the first sparks started to fly. And just how they looked so much like their fathers. Both of them ran to you. Wedging themselves between your legs with the sparks flying behind them. Their faces turned towards the show starting off without a hitch. Gushes of fire, screaming from ones you didn’t even know screamed and crackling from more than just a few of them. All five of you were bathed in the light of the perfectly placed firework show.

And as each one at the end fizzled out. Creeping slowly to the biggest one in the middle. Still going strong and putting on a show. You couldn’t stop but to look at the excitement and enthusiasm on both your sons faces. Wasn’t a dumpster or a car fire. But their excitement was mirror images of their fathers. Making you love it all that much more when you wrapped your arms around both boys. Pulling them close to you and letting you smooch the sides of both their heads. Ren and Lucas not refusing your affection but certainly focused on the pyrotechnics of it all. You loved it. Everything about this. Feeling even dumber for wanting to cry at something so mundante.

Then, there were two sets of hands on your back. Baji’s and Shuji’s rubbing along your lower back as you stayed hunched over and hugging the kids. It wasn’t until the final crackle went off and the boys peeled away from you more than ready to set up the next showing. Then you tossed a look Shuji’s way and one Baji’s way. Both of them with a shit eating grin and refusing to move their hands from the small of your back even as you leaned back into your chair.

“They’re awfully cute.” Shuji mentioned.

“They get one freebie car.” Baji nodded as he looked at his kids.

Lucas showing Ren where to dump their smoldering and spent firecrackers. Ren letting his older brother know what he wanted next out of his stash of fireworks. You watched your sons work in unison and so well together. More than thankful to have this very moment to live in.

You extended your hands. Laying one on each men’s knees all while you kept your eyes on your boys smiling like you couldn’t stop, “Over my dead body they get a freebie arson.”

Shuji looked over the top of your head at Baji, “Should we?”

Baji looked to be weighing the pros and cons for a second, “Nah. I like her too much now.”

“You jackasses,” You squeezed their knees and shook your head.

“Language!” Ren and Lucas parroted while whipping their heads back at all three of you.

“Oh my god.” You retracted your touch from both your husbands legs and drug your hands down your face.

“They’re your kids!” Shuji and Baji gave you nothing short of the most shit eating grin.

Their father’s laughed. Then the boys giggled as they set up their next row of fireworks. Yeah, they kinda were your kids. And you were forever grateful for that.

#do not reblog #if you reblog this i will block you #respect peoples boundaries #anyways....ren and lucas are little fire freaks and i blame their fathers #i say as if i dont intend to partially blow up my front yard tomorrow with a big ass pokeball firework #haajee.♡#three.selfships

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host-club-hq · 2 years

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Jasmine

➼ pairing: kyoya ootori x reader

➼ summary: you and kyoya are subjected to an unfavorable fate via your parents, but when the both of you become vulnerable, you close back up just as quickly. (i don't know if i wanna end it here, but idk if i can write more. you guys lemme know if you wanna see more of this drabble)

➼ word count: 7.4k, got a little carried away

➼ what to expect: "It'll be mine soon enough, might as well use it."

➼ warnings: slight angst, mutual pining, slow burn, steamy, language

➼ im actually supposed to be writing an essay right now but i have kyoya on the brain, so here's this :) also tumblr ate half this draft as i was almost done, so you can thank them for this taking so long

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You wouldn't call your parents... neglectful, per say.

More of just... inattentive.

Although they support your lavish lifestyle and provide you with many of your wants and all of your needs, they never seem to know you personally.

It's always been like this. It's not your father who drives you to school, it's your driver. Although that isn't unusual for a kid of your financial status, there are some things that your parents don't do that they should.

There's a syllabus or permission slip you need signed for school? Your head butler, Ren, signs it for you. Your parents have appointed him your caretaker, never mind the fact that they were actually present in your life. On the school emergency contact list, Ren's name is the only one present.

Well, not the only one. Your aunt volunteered. Although she's usually very busy, she felt sympathy for the way her sister and brother-in-law have raised you.

You have a personal shopper. Although your parents never believed in needing someone to dress you and do most basic human functions for you, you need someone like a motherly figure to shop with you.

She helps you pick out your clothes, try things on, encourages you when she sees something she likes, advises you on what to pair together and how to style accessories.

Her name is Lindsay, you enjoy her presence often, which is why you shop often, even if you don't purchase anything.

Only once did your parents hire a professional to teach you how to do your own hair and makeup. But, that was a one time thing. One lesson was all your parents believed you needed, if even that. The next day you were expected to remember everything she'd breezed through.

Not surprisingly, you did.

You parents were not your mom and dad, rather your mother and father. To you, there is a very clear difference between the terms.

A mother and father biologically have a child together, a mom and dad parent a child together.

You didn't even know your parents' real names until you were 11 years old.

And it was Ren who'd told you when you asked.

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"Miss y/n?"

You're busying yourself with homework when Ren calls your name from the doorway to your bedroom, already open.

"Hm?" When you acknowledge that it's him, you return to your writing and vaguely listen to what he has to say.

"Your... parents would like to have a word with you."

Your pen stills in your hand mid-word. You crane your neck over your shoulder and stare blankly at Ren, in disbelief. He nods in reassurance.

You shoot up from your chair and dart into your closet, picking a modest pair of earrings and a necklace. You stand straight in front of your mirror and dust yourself off, spinning around to face Ren.

"How do I look?" you breathe out slowly.

Ren steps forward and gently takes two strands of your hair on either side, adjusting them softly.

"Wonderful. Now, they're waiting." Ren pats you gently on your shoulder. You squeal to yourself and hurry into the living room with a skip in your step.

You arrive into the living room and compose yourself, watching as you parents stand professionally in the center of the room.

You inhale deeply and straighten your posture, folding your hands in front of your body and waiting to be spoken to.

"y/n, we have a matter to discuss with you." Your father speaks first, your mother on his arm.

"Yes?" You reply timidly.

"As you may know, we have recently entered a business relationship with the Ootori family." your father informs, but unbeknownst to you, quite grimly.

"You may know their son, Kyoya Ootori." your mother adds quickly.

"Yes, ma'am, he's in my class." you nod curtly, taking another deep breath.

"That's good, because you will be married to him in less than a year."

Your face pales and you stop fidgeting with your fingers, "What?" your voice is no more than a mere whisper.

"In order to secure the deal, Yoshio Ootori would like to marry off his third son in order to merge our companies, seeing as his older sons are already engaged and/or married."

"And, seeing as you are our only daughter, we offered your hand in marriage."

"You don't have the right to offer my hand!"

Your sudden outburst is seemingly unwelcome, judging by your parents' expressions. Your voice echoes off the living room walls from the mere size. There is a painful moment of silence.

"What's done is done, you will be married to Kyoya Ootori by December of this year." Your father extracts his phone and beings to distract himself.

"It's April." you inform like it wasn't a well known fact. April seems so close to December for you, especially if you will be married by then.

"And?" Your father lifts his cell phone to his ear, giving you once last emotionless glance, then strides from the room with a greeting to the individual over the phone.

Your mother's eyes display the smallest amount of sympathy before following your father wordlessly.

This year, you and Kyoya will be finishing your last year of high school. You will turn 19 by the end of the summer, and Kyoya already is. He'll be turning 20 in November. A month before you're married.

You always knew you would marry a wealthy man, especially because of your parents' bizarre expectations, but you always thought it would be because you loved him.

You should have seen this coming. Marrying you off is exactly something your parents would do.

Your world is falling apart.

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School the next day is excruciating, to say the least.

You're constantly steering clear of the Host Club, especially Kyoya in particular. He, of course, would know of his father's decision. You can't think to face him like this.

You and Kyoya are friends, alright. Not obscenely close, but not strangers either. He knows of you, talks with you, and invites you to the Host Club on different occasions, sometimes to their private events.

How could you face him now? Your fiancé? The word makes you shiver, especially when you think about spending the rest of your life with him.

The bell rings abruptly in your ears- you've zoned out. You shake yourself from your thoughts and gently push your notebook into your book bag. Most students have already packed their belongings and strode out of class.

"y/n."

You freeze mid-shove. You turn slowly at the voice, acknowledging the tall male with jet black hair. You immediately know who it is, reluctantly glancing at your reflection in his thin, shining glasses.

"Hm?" You reply shortly.

"The Host Club is hosting an event to celebrate the end of our last year in high school. Seeing as you're in our class, I thought you might like to attend."

Ah, so he's asking you as a student. Not a friend. While you're slightly disappointed, you're also relieved.

"How should I dress?" You ask, slinging your bag over one shoulder and standing timidly to face him, refusing to let your eyes rest comfortably on his face, rather the wall behind him.

"Formally, as most events directed by the Host Club tend to be."

That seems like a backhanded statement. You frown. "Fine." you huff definitively, spinning on your heel with your head help high, nose stuck up into the air.

"What time should I pick you up?" Kyoya asks like it's the most casual question in the world. Really, it should be, but it isn't.

"You're picking me up?" You halt in your tracks to face him in confusion.

"Of course, how else would you be getting to the function? I thought since we're to be married, we might as well make our parents happy and spend more time together."

A beat of painful, agonizing silence. Kyoya knows. He knows to a degree that this isn't what you want, and on some level, he doesn't want it either. He's lived his whole life pleasing his father, and nothing's going to stop him now.

You grip the strap of your bag tightly, tears pricking your eyes when reminded of your inevitable fate. Neither of you move to leave, or to speak. Just a very uncomfortable silence.

"Might as well." Your voice is squeaky from lack of use, you clear your throat.

"Any time past 5:00 is fine." you breathe out as quickly as possible, whirling around to make your exit, bringing a single finger up to your face and dabbing gently under your eyes as you scurry away.

Kyoya remains silent and emotionless, his expression unchanging. Although he feels a twist deep in his stomach when he noticed you drying your tears. He never meant to put you in this position, but it wasn't his fault, was it? No. He hadn't had a choice either.

But you both will do anything to please your parents, won't you?

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You slide your hands over your hips, the sleek, black dress with a plunging neckline accenting your body wonderfully. The material clings to your body, all the way down to the slit that travels as far as your upper left thigh. Very classy, yet sensual- just what you're going for.

You adjust your earrings, your necklace matching perfectly. A knock comes to the frame of your doorway and you acknowledge it by swiveling, your hands occupied with your earring.

Ren stands fondly at the entrance to your room. "I believe I caught word of Mr. Ootori arriving here soon." he smiles knowingly.

You give a weak smile in return, clasping the back of your earring in place and dusting yourself off.

"Your evening clutch, Ma'am." Ren presents you with a stunning silver bedazzled, strapless hand bag. Your grin widens.

"Is this Aunt Elise's?" You recall her wearing it to a fair few events and occasions. Ren nods. Your heart swells with appreciation.

"She thought you might like to use it tonight." Ren informs you. You nod, turning the precious accessory over in your hands, marveling.

"Now, he will be arriving soon." Ren pats your back as you shove a few last minute things into your clutch. You carefully stride to the door in your heels.

When you open the door, Kyoya's just now arriving. It would be traditional for the gentleman to come to the door to pick up his lady, but you've had enough of doing things the traditional way for now. You will make your own decision, this time.

You watch the sleek, black limousine come to a clean halt near the steps leading to the entrance of your home. The windows are tinted, but you can still make out a silhouette in the back, neck craned down, a slight glow. He's on his phone. On cue, your phone vibrates.

Kyoya: Are you ready?

You scoff mockingly to yourself, replying.

You: If you bothered to look up, you would know

The silhouette moves, facing you. You make a show of descending the steps, your hips swaying, heel to toe, heel to toe.

The limousine door opens and you're met with Kyoya in a clean, crisply straight black suit, black undershirt, and black tie to match. If it weren't for you new-found confidence, your jaw would have hit the ground by now.

"You look stunning." Are the first words he greets you with. Your cheeks flush a red hue under your makeup.

"Thank you. I like this suit." You adjust his collar with your fingers and gleam up at him. He offers a small smile in return.

"I had a feeling you'd want to wear black. Shall we?" He offers you his arm politely. You nod, slipping your hand and wrist through the gap between his arm and his body.

Being this close to him, you can smell the cologne he wears. The scent is inexplicably addictive, unmistakably him, like a warm cup of coffee, but like spicy cinnamon at the same time. You inhale deeply, savoring the fragrance.

It seems like a thousand steps from your front door to the limousine in the heels you've chosen, but you find relief in the plush leather seats as Kyoya escorts you inside.

"Comfortable?" He shuts the door and settles in next to you.

"Mm, wouldn't you like to know." you cross your ankles delicately and fold your hands in your lap, back straight.

"Alright, I see how it'll be tonight." Kyoya suppresses a smirk and straightens next to you.

The entire ride consists of a surprisingly comfortable silence. It's not often that silence with Kyoya is pleasurable, but neither of you feel the need to say anything amidst the quiet nature of the car.

When you arrive, anxiety fills the cavern of your chest and you feel as though it's constricting. The limousine comes to a perfect stop at the entrance to Ouran Academy's ball room. You know the room very well. Although now, it seems unfamiliar, like you've never stepped foot inside all your life.

The open doorway is decorated with lights and silk banners as students file in with their partners, some individually.

You haven't noticed that Kyoya has opened the door and is offering you his arm to pull yourself up and out. He allows you to hesitate a moment longer, then clears his throat gently.

"Is something wrong?" His voice is soft and concerned.

"No." You reply immediately, gripping onto his arm and pulling yourself out.

You're half expecting paparazzi's cameras to flash the moment you exit the automobile from the way you're dressed and the stunningly handsome man who's arm you're attached to, but you're thankful that it doesn't happen. You're not sure you want this night documented just yet.

As the name of your purse suggests, you clutch it tight as you stride with Kyoya up the stairs. Naturally, the pair of you have arrived a bit early, seeing as he is part of the club that is hosting the event. Nevertheless, the early birds are starting to arrive as well.

Kyoya is starting to think this might be the event he's been the most nervous for in a long time. Having someone as astonishing, stunning, and captivating as you on his arm? He might be the luckiest man alive. Despite this fact, he remains poised and elegantly emotionless.

He manages to sneak a glance of your side profile, your features remaining unfazed and stoic. He adjusts his glasses with his free hand, the lenses giving a sharp glint from the light of the chandeliers looming above him in the ballroom.

You and Kyoya are greeted with the remaining hosts as they've all seemed to have arrived quite some time ago. Unusually, the rest of them are without dates. Although, you assume Tamaki would have a date if Haruhi wasn't expected to be a male host for this occasion.

"y/n! So glad you could make it! It's so nice to see you!"

You should expect what Tamaki does next- embracing you unabashedly and gripping you tight. You grunt and stumble, reciprocating as a reflex.

"Nice to see you too, Tamaki." Your voice strains as he releases you and you take a deep breath.

"Senpai, if you want to see her again, you'll have to stop suffocating her." Haruhi deadpans behind him. You giggle at her comment. She beams.

"Can we steal her? Please, Kyoya?!" Tamaki begs pitifully with his infamous puppy eyes. Kyoya does all but give in, sighing.

"You can. I'll just be going over some last minute preparations if you need me." Kyoya directs his last statement your way. You nod.

"Okay."

Tamaki tugs on your arm and you allow him to drag you behind him, vaguely listening as he goes on and on about how much he's missed you. Haruhi trudges behind the two of you, grumbling.

As Tamaki steals you away to mingle with the rest of the hosts as Kyoya tends to his responsibilities, the party begins to fill out, guests arriving left and right.

The party is now in full swing. Kyoya is still tending to guests and budget related issues. You've gone to procure yourself a drink, leaning as lady-like as you can against the beverage table and sipping quietly.

Out of thin air, two arms perch themselves on either of your shoulders. You choke on your drink and pat your own chest, coughing.

"Whoa there, y/n." Two voices harmonize in either of your ears.

"Hello, boys." you sigh, letting your shoulders slouch under the weight of their arms.

The twins snicker deviously on your right and left, dressed identically.

“So what’s this rumor about you and Kyoya-Senpai?” you can only guess which twin is speaking to you, although you determine that that’s not what’s important right now.

“Depends, what did you hear?” You glance up at who you can only assume is Hikaru.

“Oh, so it’s not the only rumor?” the second twin infers, and you turn your head to him.

“That’s not what I said.” You shake your head, cup balanced in your hand.

“But it’s what you implied.” Both of them together, this time.

“What do you want to know?” You take a long sip from your drink, eyeing them in your peripheral vision. They both turn and gaze at your side profile with mischievous smirks.

“We heard that you might be engaged-”

“-so we’re wondering where the ring is.”

You snort at their question. They tilt their heads, confused. “I don’t have a ring.” you flourish your left hand, which has three rings, but none of them are on your ring finger.

“That seems a little untraditional, doesn’t it Kaoru?” Hikaru hums.

“It does, Hikaru.” Kaoru nods. You laugh humorlessly, “You’re telling me.” your shoulders almost shake with your laughter.

"We wouldn't peg Kyoya-Senpai to skimp on an engagement ring for his fiancé." The twins shrug in unison. You grimace.

"Please don't call me that, it makes me feel old." your body shudders involuntarily, the twins' brows furrow further, now more confused than ever.

"Huh?"

"You should be glad that you'll probably never have to subject yourself to something like that." You sigh wistfully.

Before Hikaru or Kaoru have a chance to reply, your eyes find Kyoya approaching the three of you. You breathe a sigh of relief and set your drink on the table behind you.

"Hikaru, Kaoru, would you mind if I stole y/n away a moment?" He asks politely, offering you his hand.

"Not at all." The twins shove you forward and you lurch, your reflexes causing your hand to find its place firmly gripped in Kyoya's.

You're gently pulled to the center dance floor, your arm instinctively placing itself on Kyoya's shoulder and the other in his hand. His own hand secures around your waist and holds you reasonably close, but not close enough to cause suspicion among guests. He is still a host, after all. He can't be showing any favoritism.

"Just wanted to dance with me, Ootori?" You question in the silence save for the orchestra playing beautifully in the background.

"Only using my last name now? y/n, I thought we were friendlier than that." Kyoya dodges the question expertly.

"It'll be mine soon enough, might as well use it." using humor to avoid pain, often a tactic of yours. Kyoya smiles nonetheless.

"Touché, well played." Kyoya smirks as you sway together.

Meanwhile, Haruhi approaches the twins, arms crossed.

"It's awful, isn't it?" she jumps into conversation without context.

"Awful?" the twins follow her eyes to the pair of you, moving rhythmically to the music.

"Yeah, I can't even imagine." Haruhi's reply is vague, confusing the twins further.

"Hikaru, Kaoru, Haruhi! What are you doing over here, we have guests waiting." Tamaki all but storms over to the trio and points to the meandering patrons.

"Just watching Kyoya and y/n-Senpai." Haruhi shrugs. She prays she won't be pushed onto the dance floor by her boss at this moment.

Tamaki follows her line of sight and finds the two of you as well, eyes softening. He settles for watching the pair of you along with the other hosts.

"I still can't believe I wasn't the first person Kyoya told." Tamaki pouts with his arms crossed against his chest, slouching.

"What are we missing here?" Hikaru demands, having had enough of being oblivious, Kaoru voices his agreement.

"You didn't know?" Tamaki cranes his neck to catch a glance of the infuriated twins.

"Kyoya-Senpai and y/n-Senpai's parents are becoming partners and they're expecting them to get married." Haruhi informs grimly.

Hikaru and Kaoru glance at each other with shock, then back at the pair of you. Although you're talking to Kyoya casually, with the new information, they see you in a different light.

"Oh." Is all they have to say.

"Do you think they'll be okay?" Haruhi blinks owlishly up at Tamaki in question. He casts his eyes down to her own, then back to you.

"I think it'll take a while. I don't even think they know." it's one of the rare occurrences when Tamaki's wisdom shows through his facade.

"Know what?" Haruhi inquires again, following his sight.

"Look at them." Tamaki gestures with his arms to the both of you.

On cue, you shove Kyoya playfully and he only smiles down at you, his eyes shimmering with something undetectable.

"There's something there. But, as stubborn as Kyoya is, there's no use in trying to tell him. They'll have to figure it out on their own." Haruhi watches Tamaki's soft eyes follow your form, darting back and forth as you dance.

And slowly, the world feels as if it's falling away. Piece by piece, the party in the background, the guests and other hosts fall into nothingness, and you're dancing among the stars, weightless and effortlessly. The orchestra continues it's smooth rhythm, echoing through the universe. All that's left is you and Kyoya, and you don't even seem to notice.

That is, until you do notice.

You realize the proximity, the way he delicately grips your hand and your waist. Your breath gets caught in your throat and you have the sudden urge to pry yourself away.

"I'm- um, I need to powder my nose." You lean back, removing your hand from his shoulder.

Kyoya raises a single brow. It's the middle of a song, but he can sense the sudden panic swimming in your irises. He releases you gently.

"Alright-" but you're already gone, weaving through guests and other hosts and slipping from his vision.

And so Kyoya stands in the midst of gyrating bodies and blinding lights, watching you disappear in the crowd. But, it isn't long before a few guests approach him.

"Kyoya~ Would you mind if I stole this dance?" another girl peers at him from behind the first one, anticipating his reply.

He gives them the most polite smile he can, as genuinely as he can, but inside he feels the opposite. "Of course, my dears. That's what I'm here for." he takes her into his arms and begins to sway to the rhythm.

But it's not the same. Although he's doing his job and he's never had a problem with it before, it doesn't feel right. She doesn't fit into his arms like you do, like a long lost puzzle piece finally slotted into the right position. She feels... wrong, for lack of better words.

Nevertheless, he is a host, and a host exudes chivalry.

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Never have you struggled like this over an assignment. Naturally, most of your classes come easily to you, and that's why you guess that you and Kyoya get along easily.

But this is different. Your college essay. Academically, you can write sophisticated essays about most topics. But, when it comes to yourself, you have little to say.

You stare at a blank page, your cursor flashing without a purpose. You lay comfortably on your bed, blinking owlishly at the white screen. Not a single idea has popped into your head. What are you even supposed to write about? Why can't you just pick an academic topic and write about that?

Of course, for middle school or even early high school, you've written ice-breaker papers about things the teacher wanted to know so that they could teach the class with prior knowledge- but this is requiring to delve deep into your inner soul, you don't think you've ever even done that yourself.

You reluctantly pick up your cell phone and select a contact that you assume won't answer at this time. It's late.

Meanwhile, Kyoya's cell phone rings suddenly. He shamefully admits to himself that he's startled by the bright light and sudden noise. Once it registers in his mind, he puts down his book and picks up the phone instead, reading off the contact name.

y/n l/n

He thinks for a moment that maybe he should add something more to your contact name, but the thought vanishes as quickly as it had come to him. Kyoya answers.

"Hello?"

There's a silence on your end. You hadn't been expecting him to pick up.

"Hi." is all you can manage.

Kyoya firmly resists the urge to chuckle fondly, but replies semi-mockingly instead, "Hi, y/n."

"I, um... I need help," you sigh in reluctance.

"May I ask with what?" he hums in reply, saving his place in his novel and setting it to the side, focusing on his gentle conversation with you.

"College essay..." you almost whine, almost ashamed.

Kyoya furrows his eyebrows on his side, "Isn't it a little late for college essays?" He has already submitted and been accepted into to a college- Chiba University.

"I know... I just, I think I'm going to take a break next year. I need some time off." You sound exhausted. Kyoya almost cringes in sympathy.

"That's understandable. Besides, it's not like you'll need to support yourself once we graduate."

A stinging reminder of your future after high school. You do suppose you can consider yourself lucky, he's right. You don't have to support yourself, and you don't even need a college education if you really think about it. But, you want one. For you, not for him.

"I guess you're right." you lay back on your bed loudly, sighing.

"I'll come over and help you, yeah?" Kyoya hoists himself off his bed and slips into his coat, his slippers sliding onto his feet and he makes his way out of his room.

"What? I thought we could just talk over the phone." you sit up in panic. You're in your pajamas and not prepared for company.

"I know, but it'll be easier." you can hear that on his side, he's already out the door and walking to his car.

"You're driving yourself?" you question incredulously.

"I don't want to bother the drivers right now. I got my license about a year ago, thought it would be useful to have." You hear the car door shut on his side and the engine starts.

"Okay..." you can't think of anything else to say.

"Be there soon."

You nod, "Yeah, see you." you hang up, anticipating his arrival as you sit uncomfortably on the edge of your bed.

After a moment of thoughtful silence on your part, you straighten and smooth out your pajama set, which is a pair of shorts and a skimpy tank-top, but you're sure that won't be a problem.

The sound of your bare footsteps pad into the kitchen and on into the entry hall, passing Ren on your way.

"Miss y/n. Do you need something? It's very late." Ren checks his watch and straightens his posture as you pass him.

"Oh um... Kyoya is coming over a minute. Just wanted to meet him at the door." You rub the back of your neck awkwardly, averting your eyes to the chandelier above you instead of Ren's questioning gaze.

"Mr. Ootori?" Then, Ren seems to have it figured out.

"Oh... would... would you like me to...?" Ren jabs his thumb to the exit of the room, suggesting he turn in for the night.

"What? No! Oh, God, no!" You wave at him in urgency, denying his implied claim.

"I understand. Just let me know if you need anything." He bows and turns on his heel to leave you be, standing in the middle of the kitchen in your pajama shorts and tank-top.

It isn't long before there's a soft knock on your front door. You briefly acknowledge the fact that he's neglected to ring the doorbell because of the hour. Your heart pulses at the consideration.

You turn the knob gently and swing it open to reveal Kyoya, dressed oddly domestically, laptop, notebook, and writing utensils brought along with him.

The odd silence between you feels tensed. Finally, he speaks up and cuts through the tension with a dull butter knife.

"Hello." It's a simple greeting, almost awkward, before you stand aside to let him inside.

"Hi. Thanks for coming." he strides past you and nods gently.

"Bedroom is... this way." You gesture vaguely down the hall from the kitchen and lead the way. You can hear his soft footfalls on the floor in the slippers you've provided him with and you heart picks up the pace.

"I don't think I've ever been to your house before." Kyoya takes in his surroundings, the hallway leading to your bedroom is pristine and lengthy.

"You've been to my parents' parties here, right?" You glance at him over your shoulder and suppress a smile at his expression.

"Well, yes. But those parties were held in the ballroom and it isn't too dissimilar from my own." Kyoya reminds. You hum in acknowledgement and turn the corner to the door to your room.

"Just in here. It's a bit of a mess, when I get stressed, I get disorganized, and when I'm disorganized, I'm stressed. It's a relentless cycle." You grumble before pushing open the heavy wooden door.

Kyoya expects much more of a mess than he's greeted with. Despite a few papers strewn about your bed covering and your laptop open near the edge, nothing else seems out of place. He doesn't know what he expected of your room, but it fits you more than he can describe.

You fold your legs beneath your body and pick up your laptop to place it in your lap, ready to begin work. Your eyes dart up from the screen to gaze at Kyoya, standing in the middle of your room as his eyes bound across the room.

"Aren't you going to sit?" You gesture to a number of comfortable surfaces in your room. There's plenty of room on your bed, given the size, but a chair would also suffice. Anything but watching him stand in the center of the room awkwardly would be acceptable.

"Right." you seem to have ripped him from a dizzy daydream and he settles for a chair near your bed. You don't pay his decision much attention and open your empty document.

"I just... can't come up with a single thing to put in this essay." you toss your hands up indignantly, creasing your brow in irritation as your blinking cursor continues to mock you.

"Typically these essays are supposed to reflect your inner workings, tell your university of choice who you are." Kyoya opens his own laptop and begins a new document.

"That's the problem, I've got nothing." you huff, tossing your laptop gently to the side and lying back on your sheets.

"What do you mean you've got nothing?" Kyoya all but chuckles at your antics. You sit halfway up to glare at him.

"I mean I've got nothing! Absolutely nothing comes to mind when thinking about myself. I feel like I can evaluate others just fine, but when it comes to myself... I'm just-"

"Oblivious?" Kyoya's eyes cautiously find yours over his laptop screen. He took the words right out of your mouth.

"I-... yeah, exactly." You're at a loss for words. How did he know?

"I can relate to that to a certain extent." Kyoya resonates with you on a deep level.

You cross your legs casually, "What did you write about?"

Instinctively, Kyoya's eyes fly to your legs where your shorts ride up as your leg folds over your other leg. He physically shakes the thought from his head and meets your eyes again. Or, at least your face.

"Me?" it's a stupid question. He can't say he's ever asked a stupid question before. But there it was, coming right from between his lips.

"Yes, you." You giggle at his question. He curses himself and his hormones for his behavior.

"I just..." What did he write about? Why is it suddenly so hard to remember? When did it get so hot in your room?

"I remembered what my sister told me... when I was struggling with my essay. She said just to tell them that 'Kyoya Ootori is blank', and that seemed to be a good outline for what I wanted to say."

"I think plenty of stories from your adventures in the Host Club helped with that, a little." you tease as you crawl up onto your bed, feeling more comfortable in his presence.

"Indeed it did. Aside from that, you want to be sure not to reiterate anything in your resume. As much as the Host Club is a large part of mine, I tried to avoid restating it too much." Kyoya advises as he pulls a copy of his essay from the depths of his many documents.

"Right. That's smart." it seems like a silly thing to say. Most of what comes from Kyoya's brain and out of his mouth is smart. You dig into your files and find your resume, opening it up and scrolling through it.

"Hm. See, I've already got my family history on here... let's see..." you squint at the bright screen in your dimly lit room.

"And your family doesn't define you." Kyoya's statement is bold and garish. You glance at him.

"How do you mean?" You tilt your head.

"I didn't put my family in my essay at all. It didn't seem like something I wanted them to define me as." Kyoya finds the words to say easily.

"I see what you mean. As much as they don't know about you, your family should be one of the unknowns." You try to comprehend his advice in your own way.

As you begin typing away, you glance at him one last time. "Why're you still all the way over there? Come up here." you pat the bed next to you firmly, a clear gesture to join you on the mattress.

Kyoya hesitates a moment. Finally, he complies and sits cross-legged next to you on the bed, laptop in a similar position to yours. He tries his best to keep his posture straight, God only knows how that will feel in the morning if he doesn't.

The clacking of your fingers on the keys and the clicking of his mousepad ring in the silence. Occasionally, your typing stops and Kyoya glances up to find that you're stuck- eyebrows furrowed and tongue poking the inside of your cheek as your eyes read and reread over your draft.

Eventually, you let out a frustrated hum and scoot closer to him, much to his surprise. "Alright, here's what I have so far."

It seems you really only need someone to bounce ideas off of. Kyoya hasn't provided much help, although a few pieces of advice, but most of what you're writing you've come up with on your own. He finds himself not focused on what you're saying at all, but the way your lips form around words as you speak, the way your fingers slightly tremble as they grasp behind your laptop as if you're nervous, the way your eyes flit to and fro across the screen as you read.

And suddenly you're finished. You glance up at him, gauging his reaction. Once he notices that your lips have stopped moving, he glances up to meet your eyes as well. Nothing of what you said made it to his ears. Not one bit. A faint blush spreads across his face at the thought of being caught staring.

"Well?" you ask in the silence.

Kyoya's eyes linger on you before casting down to his own laptop. "I-um... good- it's good, yeah." he scratches the back of his neck and chews anxiously on the inside of his cheek.

What kind of spell have you put on him? What kind of creature are you to render the Kyoya Ootori unable to concentrate or form a coherent sentence? What kind of sorcery is this?

"Kyoya." You call him out of his thoughts in a stern voice. His gray irises move up to you in a hurry.

"You didn't hear a word of what I just said."

And there it is. You pointed it out. Kyoya feels his heart twang. Damn his sudden emotions, they aren't supposed to come to him in a rush like this.

"I'm sorry, I was... distracted." he decides on after a moment of thinking.

"What could you possibly be distracted by?" Kyoya can hear the irritation dripping from your voice but he can't help when his eyes glance at your lips at your inquiry.

You, you seductive wench.

You follow his gaze and know exactly what he's looking at. You feel a sudden confidence bloom in your chest at his incapability to speak.

Kyoya only looks back into your eyes when your lips tug up on one side, simpering up at him.

"Would it help to... take a break?" you gently shut the lid of your laptop and set it aside. Kyoya's heart picks up the pace.

"Potentially... yes. We should do something else. We should-"

You yank him by the collar and firmly press your lips to Kyoya's. His lips are pressed into a thin line, eyes wide and unsure of how to react.

You're kissing him. You're kissing him. Oh, God. He should do something, he should-

"You talk too much." you whisper against his lips and close your mouth again against his.

Kyoya can't help his eyes that flutter shut, can't help but inhale deeply, your scent overriding his senses. His mind screams your name because that's all he can think of. y/n, y/n, y/n.

He would stop himself, but... he remembers...

First of all, you're his fiancé. This is what fiancés should do. It's almost expected.

And second of all, it's you. You're clouding his senses.

Self-control? Who's she?

Kyoya has no idea what he's doing. Not only has he never kissed anyone before, his mind is also melting, falling apart, how ever you want to describe it. It's useless, and he can't even comprehend how to reciprocate. And, oh, your lips are so soft. You taste like jasmine, lavender? No, jasmine. Jasmine is much more rich and seductive.

Luckily, you know what to do. Your lips are moving, almost mouthing at his own. Kyoya remembers what he's always heard; just mimic your partner.

He tries to do what you're doing, and it seems to work.

Speaking of you, your mind is screaming at you; what the hell are you doing?!

But when Kyoya starts to kiss you back, his lips moving in sync with yours, your nerves settle. You can't help your mouth stretching into a thin line, smiling as you acknowledge that his arms are stationary at his sides.

"Your arms go here." you grasp his wrists and place them on your waist. His hands feel tense, stiff.

Kyoya emits a noise and gently pushes against you, detaching his mouth from yours and taking a deep, open-mouthed breath in, like a man drowning and finally surfacing for a breath of air.

"I can't breathe." He exhales deeply, then. Now that you can get a better look at him, you can see his flushed cheeks and glazed-over eyes. His lungs were burning, otherwise he wouldn't have pulled away.

You giggle at him and Kyoya swears he hears angels from on high. Is this heaven? Has he ascended to the great beyond?

But when the neurons in his brain start firing again, all he can see is your and your cheeks painted a pretty pink, eyes hooded as you gaze at him with a look he's never seen before.

You? Heaven? Same word, different letters.

Suddenly, as much as Kyoya needs air, he needs you again. But, he's not sure if he wants to move toward you. He's conflicted. He should have much more self control, but when you intrude on his thoughts (a very much welcomed intrusion), he can't find himself caring enough to stop.

"Who would've thought? Kyoya Ootori, you are a very talented kisser." You chuckle seductively as you release your grip on his collar.

"Had some experience?" there's a certain type of humor in your tone. You've always resorted to using jokes to cover up negative emotions; like jealousy, in this case. Kyoya really is a good kisser... you can only wonder where or with who he learned how.

"No." Kyoya answers immediately, shaking his head defiantly. You raise an eyebrow, relief flooding your senses.

"Oh?" is all you can say. You can feel the dread of a sudden lull in the conversation.

"No, I just... mimicked you." he admits, thoroughly winded.

You bite your lip to suppress a much too large smile, reaching for your laptop and pacing to your desk to set it there.

"I think we've done enough for tonight. Thank you... for your help. And, everything else." you tease, clasping your hands behind your back and swaying on your feet. You leap back onto your bed and tuck your legs beneath you.

Kyoya exhales, then fumbles with himself and then his things. "Right. Right, I'll just..." He's almost to your door, but you tug on his shirt to keep him from going too far.

"Won't you stay the night?" Your voice is soft and pleading, quite contrasting to your earlier confidence.

Kyoya takes a glimpse of your hand grasping the fabric of his clothing.

"With me?" you clarify after a moment.

"But, your parents..." Kyoya reminds you that the two of you are not alone in this house.

You laugh humorlessly, "You've met my parents, haven't you? I'm not so convinced they'll care if you stay or go."

"Do... you care if I stay or go?" Kyoya tries cautiously. Because that's all that really matters. It's your opinion he cares about. For once, he finds himself putting someone else's opinion above his own.

"Do you want me to care?" that's not really the response he's looking for. He wants you to be vulnerable first.

The silence in your room is deafening. Neither of you speak but you can practically feel the nerves radiating off of one another.

"I should probably go."

Kyoya regrets it. Oh, he can't even begin to describe how much he regrets what he's said, but he can't let his guard down for longer than he has.

You feel your heart wrench at his words, "Yeah, yeah. It's probably best." You wrest yourself from your bed and swiftly move on to your nightly routine so as to distract yourself.

"Right." Kyoya gathers his things and waits at your doorway, silently begging for you to call him back to you. Back into your arms, back into the warm safety of your embrace.

But you don't. You don't even spare him a glance as you make your way to your bathroom.

"I'll see you soon." he calls. The end of school means he doesn't get to see you everyday. Not without initiating.

"See you. Goodnight." Kyoya can almost hear the pain in your voice, the trembling. He winces at himself.

"Goodnight." he walks himself to your front door, slipping out without another glance behind him.

When he leaves, the pain sets in. You grip the edges of your sink with fervor and your eyes squeeze shut tightly. You shouldn't have taken a chance, how could you think something like that would work out for the better?

Soon after your routine, you wrap yourself in your blankets and swaddle yourself in sorrow, your heart pounding with a dull aching pain. You find it hard to breathe, hard to catch your breath. You groan and bury your body beneath the blankets, settling in for a dreamless sleep.

Whatever troubles tomorrow brings can't compare to the agonizing pain of the present.

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adventures-with-ana · 3 years

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✧ All works are 18+ only minors are not welcome here.

✧ Unless otherwise stated works are written in first person and labeled ‘x OFC’, but narrator descriptions are not specified and can still be read as self inserts.

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Loki

Bruises — 3.352 // ao3 // tumblr When Loki goes away on royal business, he leaves behind signs of his love.

Bucky Barnes / Winter Solider

Ruined — 2.014 // ao3

Bucky Barnes: professional cockblock and annoying roommate.

Wet and Wild — 2.064 // ao3

If your brothers best friend is supposed to be off limits, then why’s he so hot?

Winter Nights — 5.036 // ao3

After confessing my deepest sexual desire to Bucky, I never thought he’d follow through with it. I was wrong.

More to Love — 1.518 // tumblr // ao3

Informing one Bucky Barnes that being bigger than your average twink doesn’t make him any less sexy.

Wrong Number — 3.089 // tumblr // ao3

This was not the time to accidentally text the hot guy who lived across the hall from my apartment instead of my best friend.

Snowball Fight — 505 // tumblr

Winter with the Winter Soldier is exactly as cold as it sounds.

Hide ‘n’ Seek — 6.761 // tumblr // ao3

To protect his only daughter and heir from harm, the King has his hands full with finding her a guard. What happens when she falls for the latest one?

Anticipation — 488 // tumblr // ao3

A nervous tick just might lead surprising places.

Eddie Brock / Venom

Left Out — 1.850 // ao3

Dating Eddie is usually all fine and dandy, until a certain symbiote feels left out.

Otto Octavius / Doc Ock

Something New — 1.534 // tumblr // ao3

Suggesting something new in the bedroom could be disastrous sometimes, but maybe not all the time.

Yelena Belova

Relax — 766 // tumblr // ao3

Sparring, injury, rest. It was a pattern with Yelena.

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Henry Cavill

Stay Quiet — 614 // tumblr // ao3

Cock warming a man while he plays video games was either the worst idea, or the best.

Jake Jensen

Thank You Girl — 580 // tumblr // ao3

There was a custody battle over the most important item in the house: the glasses cleaner.

Kylo Ren/Ben Solo

Breaking the Rules — 8.637 // tumblr // ao3

Risking certain death for a simple shower turned out to have some pretty interesting consequences in the end.

Lee Bodecker

Pepsi Cup — 480 // tumblr // ao3

After a certain confession from Lee, how could anyone pass up the novelty underwear that paired with it so well?

Small Town Life — 5.688 // tumblr // ao3

Being forced to live in Knockemstiff was some kind of cruel and unusual punishment, but there was a reward waiting at the Sheriff's station for the trouble.

Slade Wilson

Daddy’s Home — 3.954 // tumblr // ao3

After eighteen days away on a business trip, Slade has a lot to make up for.

Punishment — 573 // tumblr // ao3

Taking the quiet intimacy of being in his lap and turning it into a punishment was torture, but it didn’t come without it’s rewards.

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daybreakx · 5 years

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drabble challenge [closed]

hiii, here’s a prompt list so you know what to do, just send me a number and an idol to the ask box and I’ll write something with it, thank youuu♡

“Why are you so jealous?” ateez seonghwa

“That’s starting to get annoying” sf9 hwiyoung.

“I’m too sober for this.” ateez seongwha

“I need a place to stay.” ateez hongjoong

“Well, that’s tragic.” ateez hongjoong

“The ladies love a guy who’s good with kids.” ateez yunho

“She’s hiding behind the sofa.” got7 jackson

“They’re so cute when they’re asleep.” ateez yunho

“I’d kill for a coffee…literally.” sf9 youngbin

“What’s the matter, sweetie?” ateez hongjoong

“You’re Satan.” ateez hongjoong

“I don’t want to hear your excuse” sf9 inseong

“How drunk was I?” oneus leedo

“I haven’t slept in ages.” sf9 rowoon

“Take your medicine.” got7 jaebum

“Welcome to fatherhood.” oneus seoho

“It’s your turn to make dinner.” sf9 inseong

“Sorry isn’t going to help when I kick your ass!!!” ateez seonghwa

“Stop being so cute.” nu’est jonghyun

“I feel like I can’t breathe.” ateez hongjoong

“Safety first. What are you? FIVE?” ateez yunho.

“You’re a nerd.” nu’est jonghyun

“I’m late.” ateez seonghwa

“You smell like a wet dog.” ateez san

“I could punch you right now.” ateez mingi

“Are you going to talk to me?” ateez san

“I don’t want you to stop.” sf9 zuho

“You’re bleeding all over my carpet.” ateez san

“We need to talk.” ateez hongjoong

“I want a pet.” ateez hongjoong

“Just smile, I really need to see you smile right now.” nu’est baekho

“I’m not wearing a dress.” nu’est minhyun

“I’m not wearing a tie.” nu’est aron

“I hope I’m never stuck with you on a deserted island.” nu’est ren

“Does he know about the baby?” got7 mark

“Hold still.” oneus seoho

“Show me what’s behind your back.” sf9 taeyang

“Just please be my best friend right now, not the guy I just confessed my love to.” ateez wooyoung

“STOP INTERRUPTING ME!” ateez jongho

“You’re not interested, are you?” ateez yeosang

“I had a bad dream again.” oneus ravn

“If we get caught I’m blaming you” sf9 taeyang

“How can you still look so attractive while crying.” ateez yunho

“We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.” sf9 hwiyoung

“I think I’m in love with you, and that scares the crap out of me” sf9 rowoon

“You’re blushing” oneus leedo

“You’re lucky you’re cute” ateez hongjoong

These were taken from here and here.

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itsleese · 4 years

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I love what you write from the drabbles to Notice to your little blurbs from asks and it made me wonder how you got into writing and posting? I look forward to seeing what you post every day and it honestly encourages me to do so as well but I'm too... Self-conscious? Scared? I guess I'm asking what your starting point was, if you don't mind me picking your brain :)

oml okay

basically, im the same? like, i started on tumblr literally just reblogging things. if you write your feelings in the tags, it helps so much!

as for the writing side... ive been writing fanfiction since i was v small. i literally started with digimon fanfiction. i used to write harry potter, pokemon, naruto, bleach, wwe, digimon, sailor moon, supernatural-- whatever universe i felt like i needed to improve on, or insert myself into.

as for actually sharing it?! i think i started with marvel (thor will always be my husband). then i found the star wars fandom and started writing for kylo ren because i foung a v cool group of people with the same fantasies as me! i guess i just kind of inserted myself into the fandom hahah.

bnha has been lovely tho. i rediscovered anime after i had my son, and im so glad i did! i wrote of love and lemons and got a bit of attention, and was like “okay, people like what i write?“ which was weird af but so so lovely.

Notice just kind of blew up ahahahha

its daunting-- honestly it STILL is. each time i post something im sharing a little bit of my soul with you guys, and its a bit scary. but you all seem to really love and cherish what i create, so i keep doing it ♡︎

i guess my advice would be to make a sideblog and just start sharing! hide behind an avatar if u want! reblog othet people’s works with love and they’ll reciprocate because this fandom is great and the people are full of love!

but wow thank u for the love 🥺💕 it means a lot and I’m being super genuine I promiseeeee

#thank u nonny!#long post #precious angels

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moonlightsolo · 6 years

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Bête Noire

summary: Kylo Ren told you a secret about yourself and it answers many questions that you had in the back of your mind. You come to a realization of what you need to do to survive.

pairing: kylo ren x reader

wc: 1.9k

warnings: really sad reader )’:

A/N: wow readers we’re on chapter ten already! thank you so much for everything. especially to @attorneyl for her support & helping me while my computer is broken aka making the masterlist for me. i’d like to thank everyone who’s read all the way up to chapter 10! i love u guys! please leave feedback in the comments, message me, ask me questions in my inbox, etc!! i would appreciate it & i love talking to you, readers! thank you guys so much ♡

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CHAPTER TEN

It has now been four full days since you last saw Kylo Ren, leader of the First Order. You could feel yourself teetering on the edge of insanity from being enclosed in such a small space and having no human contact— the ‘food’ they made you eat wasn’t helping either.

You were pacing the inside of your cell, jogging in place as you tried to do something with all the extra time you have. After hearing that you are force-sensitive, you attempted to unlock the cell door with your mind—tried to pick up your food—the tray— everything in the room. It didn’t work. Kylo Ren said you had the force but your mind didn’t seem to work. It frustrated you to wits end!

Couldn’t they give you a droid to talk to? At least it was something. A sigh left your lips as you thought about your medical droid friend, S. It was so kind and caring. You wished you could see Ailia and them again.

You were laying on your hard bunk, unable to fall asleep from being too cold and how uncomfortable it is. It was making you itch with frustration, feeling hot tears pool in the corners of your eyes. Your hand slammed down on the metal, a loud clank echoed in the enclosure. You felt like a trapped animal, you weren’t going to hurt anybody. Even though you did knock out a stormtrooper.

You closed your eyes and began to fall asleep, slowly but surely.

After about twenty minutes of sleep, you could barely open your eyes from how sleep-ridden you are. You had barely gotten two hours of sleep in the past four days, it was making you feel too weak to eat or stand. You remembered the note your parents left you on Jakku, telling you to survive. Maybe they knew this was going to happen to you and maybe they knew you were going to side with the First Order. You took a deep breath, clutching your chest as you called out to Kylo Ren with your mind.

“Supreme Leader... I’ve made up my mind. Please come.” Your voice echoed in your brain.

“I’ll be there shortly.” His deep, disembodied voice sounded in your head.

Tears ran down your face, the liquid falling from your eyes hitting the metal bunk underneath you. You couldn’t believe you’re going to do this. To betray your village—the Resistance—your family...

After a few minutes, the cell door was unlocking and it creaked open. The sound made you turn over and yawn loudly, stretching out your sore muscles as your eyes fluttered open softly. Kylo Ren was standing there. “You’ve thought about it?” He questioned, stepping into the cell and walking over to your cot; not too close. How many pairs of black armor does he own?

“Yes, I’ve come to an understanding that the only way to survive is to join the First Order.” Your voice is croaky and brittle. He gave you a curt nod, “There will be conditions you have to follow to be released. If you fail to do so, you will be sent back here or executed, depends on what you’ve done.” The tone of his voice is strong, “Follow me.” He ordered, turning around to step out of the cell, waiting for you in the corridor.

With a small push of the last bit of strength you have, you sat up on the bunk and let your feet hit the floor. You took a shaky deep breath as you stood up on your wobbly legs, about to fall to the ground but Kylo took a step into the cell and wrapped his leather hand around your arm to steady you. “Come on.” He said gingerly, leading you out of the cell and into the corridor. Your eyes squinted at the light, two stormtroopers were guarding either side of the door. You and Kylo slipped between them, one walked in front of you and the other trailed behind with their blasters ready to shoot if needed.

Ren didn’t let go of your arm, his legs marched down the corridor which seemed like it was as long as half of the ship. You were almost forced to run with him since his legs were so damn long too. Your eyes looked around at the same gray scenery, other ship crew walked past and took quick glances at you but not long ones. It made your cheeks heat up, everyone was staring at their Supreme Leader with you.

Kylo Ren halted in front of a metal door, “Stay here.” He ordered the troopers to guard the door. His gloved hand hit a button on the wall and punched in a code so it would open with a swish. You made sure to keep note of the code, 3470. He leads you inside and in front of you is a living area. Much bigger than your cell but it wasn’t huge— just a single room and gray once again with some accent colored pieces.

Over to your left was a small kitchen with a compact fridge, a microwave, and a countertop stove. In front of that was a couch and a coffee table, a dusty rose colored throw blanket was splayed across the back of the two-seater couch with a few matching pillows— the bedsheets matched the color as well. Near the bed was a tiny office space with a desk and a chair with a computer monitor built into the wall, you could probably use the desk as a nightstand too. You noticed two doors, one was a sliding door which may lead to a closet and the other is most likely a bathroom. The lights trimmed the perimeter of the wall, dimmer than those horrible bright lights in the hospital room and the cell. Space was minimalistic and cunning.

Kylo let go of his grip on your arm, putting his hand back at his side as he walked over to the desk. You followed him with wide eyes—this place is amazing; you’ve never had something like this. Only a sandy hut and a room on D’Qar you had to share with a few random people. You definitely could get used to this. No, this place would never be home. Your head shook away the thoughts.

His large hand grabbed a tablet of sorts, clicking it on and a blue screen showed up. “This is a data-pad. It’s going to show you the way around the ship. Other crew members information is available on here.” His gaze darted to you to make sure you were listening, “When I looked in your mind, I saw you were excellent at crafting when you lived on Jakku.” You felt pain stab you in the chest, a frown forming on your lips. You remembered helping your village craft huts, traps, mostly everything in your village was handmade or scavenged. Your mother taught you how to knit blankets, cook and make beautiful art. Your father taught you to construct furniture, how to fight and make weapons— quarterstaffs, arrows, knives...

“And you’re mediocre in combat. Hand to hand. Not blaster.” Kylo pointed out, clicking a few things on the data-pad. You felt a little bit of confidence spike up in you when he complimented your skills, even if he said it was only mediocre. “I’ve assigned you to the combat station for now. You’ll be training with Kytana Sekel, she’s one of the best in the First Order. She will be able to–.” You cut him off before he spoke more.

“Let’s make a deal, Supreme Leader. If I’m going to be working with the First Order—alongside you and others; you can’t invade my memories, thoughts, anything... Or bring up whatever you saw in my mind either. Sound good?” You stated, hoping he wouldn’t argue with you about it. Kylo’s back straightened, his stature grew as he turned towards you.

You took a step back, his dark gaze falling over you. “Only if you stop interrupting me.” Ren’s voice was soft, so deep but he still had a wicked tone. It made goosebumps form on your arms, crossing them over your chest so he wouldn’t notice. “Deal.” Your voice was intense, “Deal.” He shot back fiercely.

He took a large step toward you which made you have to point your chin up so you could see his face. “Your training starts tomorrow. Your data-pad will tell you when and where.” He spoke with a honeyed tone. He slipped past you and out of the door with a gesture of his hand.

You watched him leave hurriedly, your jaw went slack in confusion. “What the...?” You asked yourself, shaking your head as your feet padded towards the bathroom door. You turned the knob and walked into the dark area, your hands blindly searched for a switch but found a button instead. With a soft push, the lights turned on. The bathroom was the same as the rest of your quarters, gray and black with accents of a rose color. There’s a shower, toilet, sink and a hamper. How convenient.

Your gaze caught your own reflection in the mirror, you looked different. Like you’ve been through a lot of shit. Your eyes were dark underneath and swollen, your cheeks were more sunken— not round, pink or healthy anymore.

After stripping away the grimy hospital attire you wore, you turned the shower on to a warm temperature. The water felt amazing as the spray slipped down your back and over your body, it helped release the tension in your muscles. You quickly washed your hair and body with the soap, that was already given to you, the smell was amazing. It reminded you of the flowers on Takodana.

Blindly, you reached out of the shower to grab ahold of a towel hanging so you could wrap it around your wet body. The soft material soaked up the water, ringing your hair out before stepping out onto the cold tile. Carefully, you made your way to the sink and there was a toothbrush in a holder with toothpaste. “Wow... There’s everything here.” You said with a small laugh, taking some of the minty paste and brushing your teeth.

Once you were done, you walked out into the cold living area and to the closet. You hoped there was something comfortable in there. You find a few changes of nightclothes inside of the closet, gray just like everything else and some other clothing you’ll have to scope out tomorrow morning.

You audibly groan, “Guess I’ll have to get used to it.” You dropped your towel to pull on the new, soft pajamas. It felt weird to be wearing different clothes since you’ve been wearing those gross clothes for a week but the pajamas are so damn comfortable. You search around for the switch ( or button ) to turn the overhead lights off, “Aha!” you exclaimed, hitting the button on the wall.

The lights began to dim, giving you enough time to make it to your bed before it was completely dark in the living space. You crawl beneath the covers, not caring if your hair wasn’t brushed; you were exhausted and mentally drained. Your mind went to your mother and father, remembering the good times before they fled without you. It switched to Poe, Finn, and Rey. Leia and The Resistance. Your old friends, why did they have to leave you behind? Why did they give up on you?

Tears ran down your cheeks as you began to fall to sleep, snuggling under the soft blankets on top of you.

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