Corvus

She/Him prns. 25. MDNI. Req closed until I have more time. Already sent req may be pending!

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𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐫 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 ── ⋆⋅☆

ׂ╰┈➤ ⋆⭒˚.⋆🪐 ⋆⭒˚.⋆ Corvus ✦ 25 ✦ INTP ✦ She/Him ✦ Multifandom !

𝗗𝗶𝘀𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗶𝗺𝗲𝗿!

▶︎ I do not have a set posting schedule and will not be on for long periods of time, so I may respond incredibly late. This blog is an 18+ blog. You have been warned. Dark content may also be featured here. I do not condone nor glorify dark content (non-con, dub-con, drug abuse, etc). I’m just a freak ⭑.ᐟ 𝗗𝗡𝗜

▶︎ Minors, proship, zoos, MAPs, etc. ⭑.ᐟ

𝗦𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮 𝗖𝗿𝗼𝘄?

▶︎ Please be polite! Thank you! I am very picky about what I write, so there’s a high chance I do not respond to requests, but the odds will never be zero. I will respond to anything else though. I am okay with SOME dark content (non-con mainly, nothing too taboo). ⭑.ᐟ

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▶︎ Coming soon ⭑.ᐟ

▶︎ #Corvus Drabbles || No real plot, not full stories!

▶︎ #Corvus Tales || Full story, with a plot!

▶︎ #Listening to a crow || Answering asks!

▶︎ #Corvus Rambles || Just random thoughts!

𝗠𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗜𝗻𝗳𝗼

▶︎ I enjoy animating and drawing/painting! Anime/Mangas that I am very into are Blue Lock, BNHA, Death Note, CSM, Bleach/B:TYBW, Gokurakugai, Gachiakuta, OP, JJK, KNB, KNY, and more. I also love reading ⭑.ᐟ

── .✦ C0RVUSX2

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╰┈➤ 𝑻𝑶𝑳𝑬𝑹𝑨𝑵𝑪𝑬. ★

── .✦ Heian era!Muzan Kibutsuji x AFAB!Reader

⭑.ᐟ IN WHICH you, Muzan’s personal servant, invade his life—slowly inching your way into his heart. You should’ve stayed away…

⭑.ᐟ WARNINGS: 18+ 𝘾𝙊𝙉𝙏𝙀𝙉𝙏. MINORS DNI. NON-CON, pussy eating, cunnilingus, kissing, groping (?), mention of death of a family member, GORE (?), blood, death, somewhat slowburn, historical inaccuracies…

「 ✦ 𝑨𝑵: I had to research ALOT about the Heian period for this one. Lots of clothing inaccuracies honestly. Been thinking about something like this for a while lol ✦ 」

Hate wasn’t a strong enough word to describe how Muzan Kibutsuji felt about you. He despised you, and your presence. Though, he despised everyone in this accursed world.

“Kibutsuji-sama, I’ve brought you your lunch,” You opened the shoji doors to his room, lightly bowing.

“Leave, woman,” He hissed from where he laid on his mat, a deep scowl on his face. “I am not hungry.”

“If you do not eat, you’ll become more frail than you are now,” You were blunt, something most of the servants in the estate avoided being towards the young boy. You walked towards the him, setting down his tray and folding your legs underneath you.

“I’ll wait,” Do you value yourself so highly? 

Muzan snorted, “Leave. I will not eat.” 

“I will spoon feed you again, Kibutsuji-sama,” A deeper scowl painted his face as he reluctantly sat up, coughing. 

“Don’t you dare, woman.” Your gaze went to the chopsticks on the tray, fingers reaching downwards from where they sat on your lap. Before you could grab them, pale hands snatched them out of your reach. Dark eyes seemed to glare holes into your own, the sickly boy. He was only 16, yet he was already acting like he was 50. The two of you matched ages, which was why they decided that you would be put to personally serve him.

A smile spread onto your lips as he continued to glare at you while he ate. 

“Stop smiling,” A disgusted look now on his face. He didn’t quite understand you. It’d only been 3 months since you had started working there, and your arrival surprised him. You were old enough to marry, so why hadn’t you? His first thought was that you had no suitor, no one had proposed in your village. Till this day that was his assumption. 

“Would you like to walk around the estate today, Kibutsuji-sama?” The boy set down his chopsticks, done with the meal. He didn’t say anything for a moment, a calculating look in his eyes. 

“Fine,”

The grass crunched beneath your feet, a satisfying sound to your ears. Ripples curled through the streams around the lodging. The bright sun reflecting on the surface of the water. The two of you were silent, not uttering a sound as the birds chirped through the sky. 

“Why are you here?” It broke the quiet stillness of the walk. 

You looked at him through the corner of your eye, “Because I was the one that asked you, of course,” You mused, a lopsided smile on your face.

“Not like that, you fool.” He snapped, “Why are you working, and not married?”

You hummed, looking down at your path through the grass thoughtfully, “Because my family is in need of money, I suppose.” Muzan kept his eyes forward, to an outsider it would seem like he wasn’t listening.

“Our village is quite remote, a week or two by foot. No wealthy suitors were available, so my father sent me off to look for one myself.” He glanced at you for a moment, before looking ahead once more.

“I didn’t want to marry quite yet, so I decided to work here,” You raised a finger to your lips slyly, “They believe that I’ve tied the knot already,” A chuckle escaping your mouth.

“How foolish,” Muzan clicked his teeth, “As a woman, your duty is to marry and raise children first.”

“But if I married I wouldn’t be tending to you— would I, Kibutsuji-sama?” 

He only scoffed at that.

Despise was too strong of a word to describe how Muzan Kibutsuji felt about you. He tolerated you and your presence.

“I’m an aunt now, Muzan-sama!” You sat in front of him again, holding up a letter written to you by your older sister. A year had gone by, as quick as a rabbit. Halfway through that year, he granted you permission to call him by his first name— despite his grumbling. 

You had an excited smile on your face, “Her husband’s name is Tetsu Madarame, a suitor came right after I left.” A blank look resided on Muzan’s face, seemingly unaffected by the news. He sipped on his tea, watching you talk animatedly about how you had a nephew.

“What’s the point of being so excited?” The black haired boy’s eyes narrowed at you, whether one of your kin died or was born did not concern him— why you even bothered about it was a mystery.

“It’s a moment of celebration, it’s not like I’m having a child anytime soon,” You rolled your eyes, undeterred by his cold demeanor, “Perhaps I’ll be able to visit him,” You pondered the idea, you shut the thought down after remembering you had to travel for at least a week straight. 

Violet eyes trailed over your form as you continued to read your letter. He silently noted how delicately you held the parchment, your working clothes lightly outlining your figure. You often came by his room with tea whenever you received a message. You hoped that listening to something other than bitter news about his health from the doctor would lighten his load, whether it was working or not was still unknown to you. 

‘Visit?’ “I’m done with my tea,” He placed the cup onto the tray on the floor, twisting back into his regular position on the mat— head facing away from you. You nodded, folding up the paper and tucking it away. You left, closing the shoji door behind you and heading towards the kitchen. Muzan laid back, his head rolling towards the side you sat on moments before. The thought of you leaving the estate for a period of time left a small pit in his gut.

He pushed the idea away, his head rolling back towards the roof. It was a foreign feeling, an uncomfortable one. 

A disgusting one.

“LEAVE!” Hurried clinks and ruffled noised came from the room, a disheveled looking doctor emerged from the door carrying his tools. He glanced at you quickly, before scuttling out into the hallway. A disappointed sigh escaped your lips as you opened the shoji doors to Muzan’s room.

There he sat on his mat, half of his body under the covers while the upper half sat up—panting heavy breaths of air. In front of him were the remains of medicinal herbs, and a spilt bowl of an unknown substance.

His lips curled into a snarl, “I told you to stop sending in those novice doctors, fools who can’t even identify this curse of mine.” He coughed dryly.

You shook your head somberly, “Muzan-sama, you need to explore every option. Who knows, their methods may actually work,” You glanced at the bowl, the greenish-brown liquid slowly spreading its pool on the floor.

“You didn’t even let him finish his remedy,” You sighed as his look of annoyance deepened.

He sucked his teeth, “Tsk. It wouldn’t have done anything.”

“You won’t know until you try,” Muzan eyed your hopeful expression. He only had a few years left to live, what was the point of hoping? It was terminal, period. No medicine would be able to cure him. No medicine would be able to give him more strength. More health. More time with you.

“Pointless,” He hissed under his breath, no longer panting. He laid back down, relaxing onto his mat and pillow.

“I’ll get you some tea, and mochi. I need to clean that mess…” You murmured, shaking your head and turning back towards the shoji doors. A light snort came from him as you left, he wasn’t fond of sweet things. They left a foul taste in his mouth. 

Yet you left nothing but a savory warmth. It was strange.

Tolerated was far from a word that Muzan Kibutsuji would describe you with. He was fond of you. Or perhaps that wasn’t enough either.

He stood alone, outside in the sunlight. The sky burned brightly into his eyes, earning an annoyed scoff from the man. 

“I’m glad to see you outside by yourself more often, Muzan-sama,” He turned to look behind him, you walked towards him—  [h/c] hair blowing lightly from the wind.

“You were going to bother me about it if I didn’t,” You stood next to him, watching the water crinkle in waves. His gaze never leaving you.

A lopsided smile graved your lips, “Shall we return?” The wind blew a strand onto your face. Before you could reach it, a pale hand came up to push it behind your ear. A faint blush painted your face, feeling his small warmth brush against your skin.

“Yes,” He turned, walking ahead—unfazed. 

You trailed behind him, “The doctor has said that your medicine is ready.” He didn’t respond, so you opted to catch up to him. Inside, the doctor sat in front of a small table patiently, waiting. A cup placed onto the young noble’s side of the furniture. Muzan’s eyes narrowed at him, a pleased look on your face as he willingly sat in front of him on his mat. You had finally managed to find a doctor that seemed trustworthy. You had also managed to convince Muzan to put some faith in him.

He was disgusted at the thought of having to rely on a man with such an unnerving look on his face, but you looked content whenever he complied so he reluctantly obliged. You stood near the entrance to his room that led to the outside, the sun framed your sides, warmth along your back. Muzan took the cup into his hands, a scowl once again adorning his face.

“How much longer will I have if I don’t take this?”

“You won’t live into your twenties if you don’t,” The doctor replied, calm as if expecting the question. Dark eyes looked down into the cup, reflecting his sorry state as if taunting. 

“Fine, I’ll take it.” He hissed sourly, lifting the cup towards his mouth. He gulped the bitter medicine, letting it pour down his throat. The blank eyed man nodded his head, moving back towards his corner of the room where his equipment laid. 

You clapped your hands, “I’ll get you some water, Muzan-sama, to help drown the bitterness,” He had always complained of the taste, despite being used to taking unknown remedies. The black haired man let out a grunt as you left to go get water. His stare moved to the outside, gazing at the leafy greens of the trees to the bright blue of the waters. The sounds of stone grinding against mush echoed in the background.

“Muzan-sama, please let me leave for a few weeks,” You bowed deeply, a letter clutched tightly in your hands in front of you. The man in question sat in front of you, strained from having to sit up in shock. He was silent, this was your first time asking for time off. Tension was palpable in the air, your desperation radiating off of you. 

“What for?” His voice cut through the air, sharp and thin. You looked up at him, straight into his eyes. The words caught in your throat, nothing coming out for a moment.

“My… my father has died, and my sister has asked for me to visit before he’s cremated.” Ah. So your kin has died. His dark eyes stared blankly at yours, unfeeling and unsympathetic.

“I see,” He mumbled softly, silent after. You gulped, spit thick with anxiety. You knew that the young noble wasn’t someone who felt sorrow in other’s pain, chances were that he wouldn’t—seeing no point in your departure. His chest, however, squeezed seeing your desperate state. You, looking at him with pleading eyes, with a heart that ached from the recent loss.

He turned his head away from you, looking into the courtyard. 

“Go,” What? Your eyes widened in surprise. 

“W-What?” You stuttered out of surprise. He didn’t look back at you.

“Make it quick. I expect you to be back by the end of the month,” That was only 3 weeks, but it was enough time. 

“Next time-“ He was cut off from the sudden impact of something crashing into him. [s/c] colored armed wrapped around his shoulders, clinging tightly. Muzan’s face was one of pure surprise, you buried your own into his shoulder.

“Thank you,” Before he could respond, you let go— hurriedly rising from your seated position and rushing towards your own quarters. The pale man blinked, still dizzy from your hug. His hand went up to his neck, brushing the place where your arms clung onto him. 

He despised people. He despised this world. Though, just not you. 

Tired. You were practically dragging your feet back to the estate. The heat of the daytime sun finally settled, the cool night breeze blew through your hair. The dirt of the road crunched beneath your feet as you adjusted the grip on your furoshiki in your hand. Muzan had allowed you to carry one, seeing how you had to bring clothes on your journey. You were returning a little earlier than you predicted, only a day or two early.

In the distance, the silhouette of the estate gates reached your vision. Relief washed over you as you picked up the pace. Normally there would be lamps hanging near the entrance, burning brightly along with glaring guardsmen. However, tonight the lamps stayed cold, keeping the entrance dark and shaded. The guards weren’t in their stations either, leaving the gate unprotected.

You didn’t falter, instead pushing through the gate and into the estate. This didn’t bother you, perhaps they were on a break and had forgotten to light the lamps. The inside of the estate stayed dark as well, no lamps or torches lit up the pathway. A chill passed through your spine, you shivered in response as the cold air blew through you again. Your heart began to beat faster, where were the other servants? At least one or two should be scattered about, tending to last minute needs. The grip on your furoshiki tightened, weary. 

A faint scent wafted through the air, familiar yet unknown. The floor creaked beneath your feet, your heart the only sound coming to your ears. You cautiously walked through the halls, towards your room. You gagged, a strong smell hitting the back of your throat. 

“Blood?” The irony tang of blood invaded your nose. You dropped your furoshiki, taking off to find the source of the scent. You ran through the mazes of the estate, left, right, left, left again. Footsteps collided with the floor, rushed. 

You running screeched to a halt.

“Oh gods…” Blood had leaked through one of the shoji doors, it was dry, just like the smudges on its handles. It was one of the other servant’s rooms. Heavy breaths came from you, panting and tired from the run. It didn’t stop, especially after seeing the dry pool of red. A new smell attacked your nose, pulling out another gag. The smell made you dizzy, the stench of rot. Your hand wouldn’t move, no matter how much you willed it to open the door. Whatever that was inside was long gone, long dead, and long rotten. Your hand covered your mouth, trying to filter out the disgusting scent. 

Creaaak.

You finally slid open the door. Your stomach dropped. 

“What… what happened?” Short breaths began to come from you. It felt like something was squeezing your lungs tight. More blood—everywhere. It splattered the walls, the mat, the floor. It all centered around a body, or what was left of it at least.  A woman’s body was splayed out on the floor, limbs detached and left limply shortly away from the body. Skin now deathly pale, and drained. Chunks were missing, giant ones. 

As if she was half eaten and left without care.

You swallowed thickly, “Muzan… Muzan…” Dread pooled in your stomach. Images of a dead Muzan Kibutsuji invaded your mind. His body splayed across his mat, bleeding, eyes without life, mouth contorted as if trying to scream. Bitten chunks out of his body. You took off once more, now towards the noble’s room. You wanted to vomit, you wanted to hurl and erase what you just saw. But there was no turning back. More and more bloodied doors began to appear, only inciting your worst fears.

Ahead of you, a familiar set of shoji doors laid ahead. Dimly, a light seemed to be shining from inside the room. Your dread from earlier began to lightly fade, perhaps he hid somewhere and was safe. Maybe your fears weren’t true.

“Muzan-sama!” You swung open the door, slamming it to its end. [e/c] eyes frantically looked for the black haired man—nothing.

You shakily stepped in, panting with wide, glassy, eyes. The room was empty and clean, no blood to be seen. The corner where the doctor’s supplies were normally stationed was now gone.

Cold limbs grabbed you from behind, pulling you tight against something flat and hard. They wrapped around your arms, caging you. Fear immediately surged through your veins. 

You were going to die, just like the others.

You let out a shriek, elbowing the intruder. 

“[Name],” A velvety voice came from behind. You looked behind you, turning your head to see his familiar face. He held you against his chest.

“Muzan-sama,” A breath of relief escaped your lips, tears pricking your eyes. “I thought… I thought you were dead…”

He was silent, piercing eyes scanning you.

His eyes.

“Your eyes… they’re red-“ You shivered, he dipped his head into the crook of your neck. 

Cold. Why was he cold?

“You’re early.” Muzan murmured into skin, hold tightening on your body. 

“Y-yes, I only stayed for 5 days in my village,” Everything about him now disturbed you. How was he able to hold you so tightly, especially since he was frail? He was steady, and strong. He hummed, his mouth moving upwards—lightly planting icy kisses up to the bottom of your jaw. Despite this, your body stayed cold and unflustered. 

“What happened here?” You whispered, hands clenching, “Muzan-sama.” 

No answer. He stayed quiet, still pressed against your jaw. Your heart beat against your ribcage, awaiting his next words. 

“I’m so close,” He finally spoke, his mouth near your ear. It was a whisper. “To perfection.”

“What-“ Your breath was knocked out of your lungs. You no longer stood near the door, the room spun around you as you were tossed onto his mat. Your wrists were raised over your head, pinned down by his weight with one hand.

“Muzan- what are you-“ He towered over you, slit pupils wide with lust. You pushed against his grip, but no matter how hard you pushed he pushed back harder.

“And when that happens, you’ll by my side,” It wasn’t a question, it was flat— a statement, a demand. His free hand ripped open your clothes, revealing your upper body to the open air. Another shiver, the cold wind of the night blowing freely. His gaze was drawn downwards, from the plump of your chest to the curve of your hips. Annoyance flashed across his face for a second, before he slashed off your sarashi cloth around your breasts.

“Muzan, wait- I’m not ready-!” He ignored your plea, a cold hand trailing down your side instead. He squeezed your hip, pain flaring from the marks being left by his nails.

“Nonsense,” His mouth landing on your collarbone, canines grazing your skin. They dug deeper, your skin stinging from the bite. An icy, wet, muscle licked around the bite, drawing a whimper from you.

“Sweet,” He murmured, voice hoarse with restraint. Muzan tugged off the remains of the sarashi cloth away from you, his other hand letting go of your wrists for a moment. Before you could pull away, he quickly tied them around your wrists— tight and painful. He moved downward, removing the rest of your clothes. There you laid underneath him, bare as you pulled your thighs close to your heat.

“Don’t- please-“ Wet drops of tears now dribbled down your face. His eyes searched yours, before traveling back down to your pussy. Pale hands gripped at your plush thighs, prying them open to reveal your cunt. You tried closing your thighs, but his grip stayed strong. He bent down, head now positioned at your entrance as your shook your head. Your sobbing didn’t dissuade him, instead spurring him on. 

His tongue pushed out, plunging into your hole. His nose was against your clit, brushing it with every movement. Wet sounds of his tongue fucking into you filled the room, sloppy and inexperienced. Blood rushed into his dick, hardening against his clothes. He grunted, mouth now moving to your clit. It closed around your clit, sucking and nipping like his life depended on it. Fat globs of tears escaped your eyes. You hated how your body was reacting, heating your core. Your back arched, hips bucking into his mouth. Muzan let go of your clit, spit clinging onto his mouth. 

He licked his lips, “You look gorgeous like this,” He released your trembling thighs, now with pink crescent shaped marks. He undid his kariginu, unraveling each layer down to his bear skin. 

Your eyes widened, “N-No, that won’t fit-“ Your breaths came out shorter, panicky. It was thick and long, veins crawling along its sides. You were sure that it would hit your cervix without being in the whole way. He lined up the flushed pink head with your entrance, the tip poking your folds.

“Relax, darling.” His lips met yours, pulling you in for a surprisingly tender kiss. You gasped, feeling it slowly push into your hole. He swallowed your sobs, letting yourself cry throughout the night.

not proofread ⭑.ᐟ

── .✦ C0RVUSX2

[c0rvusx2]

I’m thinking about making a sfw/non-dead dove version… when I say thinking I mean I’m already drafting it LOL

[c0rvusx2]

╰┈➤ 𝑻𝑶𝑳𝑬𝑹𝑨𝑵𝑪𝑬. ★

── .✦ Heian era!Muzan Kibutsuji x AFAB!Reader

⭑.ᐟ IN WHICH you, Muzan’s personal servant, invade his life—slowly inching your way into his heart. You should’ve stayed away…

⭑.ᐟ WARNINGS: 18+ 𝘾𝙊𝙉𝙏𝙀𝙉𝙏. MINORS DNI. NON-CON, pussy eating, cunnilingus, kissing, groping (?), mention of death of a family member, GORE (?), blood, death, somewhat slowburn, historical inaccuracies…

「 ✦ 𝑨𝑵: I had to research ALOT about the Heian period for this one. Lots of clothing inaccuracies honestly. Been thinking about something like this for a while lol ✦ 」

Hate wasn’t a strong enough word to describe how Muzan Kibutsuji felt about you. He despised you, and your presence. Though, he despised everyone in this accursed world.

“Kibutsuji-sama, I’ve brought you your lunch,” You opened the shoji doors to his room, lightly bowing.

“Leave, woman,” He hissed from where he laid on his mat, a deep scowl on his face. “I am not hungry.”

“If you do not eat, you’ll become more frail than you are now,” You were blunt, something most of the servants in the estate avoided being towards the young boy. You walked towards the him, setting down his tray and folding your legs underneath you.

“I’ll wait,” Do you value yourself so highly? 

Muzan snorted, “Leave. I will not eat.” 

“I will spoon feed you again, Kibutsuji-sama,” A deeper scowl painted his face as he reluctantly sat up, coughing. 

“Don’t you dare, woman.” Your gaze went to the chopsticks on the tray, fingers reaching downwards from where they sat on your lap. Before you could grab them, pale hands snatched them out of your reach. Dark eyes seemed to glare holes into your own, the sickly boy. He was only 16, yet he was already acting like he was 50. The two of you matched ages, which was why they decided that you would be put to personally serve him.

A smile spread onto your lips as he continued to glare at you while he ate. 

“Stop smiling,” A disgusted look now on his face. He didn’t quite understand you. It’d only been 3 months since you had started working there, and your arrival surprised him. You were old enough to marry, so why hadn’t you? His first thought was that you had no suitor, no one had proposed in your village. Till this day that was his assumption. 

“Would you like to walk around the estate today, Kibutsuji-sama?” The boy set down his chopsticks, done with the meal. He didn’t say anything for a moment, a calculating look in his eyes. 

“Fine,”

The grass crunched beneath your feet, a satisfying sound to your ears. Ripples curled through the streams around the lodging. The bright sun reflecting on the surface of the water. The two of you were silent, not uttering a sound as the birds chirped through the sky. 

“Why are you here?” It broke the quiet stillness of the walk. 

You looked at him through the corner of your eye, “Because I was the one that asked you, of course,” You mused, a lopsided smile on your face.

“Not like that, you fool.” He snapped, “Why are you working, and not married?”

You hummed, looking down at your path through the grass thoughtfully, “Because my family is in need of money, I suppose.” Muzan kept his eyes forward, to an outsider it would seem like he wasn’t listening.

“Our village is quite remote, a week or two by foot. No wealthy suitors were available, so my father sent me off to look for one myself.” He glanced at you for a moment, before looking ahead once more.

“I didn’t want to marry quite yet, so I decided to work here,” You raised a finger to your lips slyly, “They believe that I’ve tied the knot already,” A chuckle escaping your mouth.

“How foolish,” Muzan clicked his teeth, “As a woman, your duty is to marry and raise children first.”

“But if I married I wouldn’t be tending to you— would I, Kibutsuji-sama?” 

He only scoffed at that.

Despise was too strong of a word to describe how Muzan Kibutsuji felt about you. He tolerated you and your presence.

“I’m an aunt now, Muzan-sama!” You sat in front of him again, holding up a letter written to you by your older sister. A year had gone by, as quick as a rabbit. Halfway through that year, he granted you permission to call him by his first name— despite his grumbling. 

You had an excited smile on your face, “Her husband’s name is Tetsu Madarame, a suitor came right after I left.” A blank look resided on Muzan’s face, seemingly unaffected by the news. He sipped on his tea, watching you talk animatedly about how you had a nephew.

“What’s the point of being so excited?” The black haired boy’s eyes narrowed at you, whether one of your kin died or was born did not concern him— why you even bothered about it was a mystery.

“It’s a moment of celebration, it’s not like I’m having a child anytime soon,” You rolled your eyes, undeterred by his cold demeanor, “Perhaps I’ll be able to visit him,” You pondered the idea, you shut the thought down after remembering you had to travel for at least a week straight. 

Violet eyes trailed over your form as you continued to read your letter. He silently noted how delicately you held the parchment, your working clothes lightly outlining your figure. You often came by his room with tea whenever you received a message. You hoped that listening to something other than bitter news about his health from the doctor would lighten his load, whether it was working or not was still unknown to you. 

‘Visit?’ “I’m done with my tea,” He placed the cup onto the tray on the floor, twisting back into his regular position on the mat— head facing away from you. You nodded, folding up the paper and tucking it away. You left, closing the shoji door behind you and heading towards the kitchen. Muzan laid back, his head rolling towards the side you sat on moments before. The thought of you leaving the estate for a period of time left a small pit in his gut.

He pushed the idea away, his head rolling back towards the roof. It was a foreign feeling, an uncomfortable one. 

A disgusting one.

“LEAVE!” Hurried clinks and ruffled noised came from the room, a disheveled looking doctor emerged from the door carrying his tools. He glanced at you quickly, before scuttling out into the hallway. A disappointed sigh escaped your lips as you opened the shoji doors to Muzan’s room.

There he sat on his mat, half of his body under the covers while the upper half sat up—panting heavy breaths of air. In front of him were the remains of medicinal herbs, and a spilt bowl of an unknown substance.

His lips curled into a snarl, “I told you to stop sending in those novice doctors, fools who can’t even identify this curse of mine.” He coughed dryly.

You shook your head somberly, “Muzan-sama, you need to explore every option. Who knows, their methods may actually work,” You glanced at the bowl, the greenish-brown liquid slowly spreading its pool on the floor.

“You didn’t even let him finish his remedy,” You sighed as his look of annoyance deepened.

He sucked his teeth, “Tsk. It wouldn’t have done anything.”

“You won’t know until you try,” Muzan eyed your hopeful expression. He only had a few years left to live, what was the point of hoping? It was terminal, period. No medicine would be able to cure him. No medicine would be able to give him more strength. More health. More time with you.

“Pointless,” He hissed under his breath, no longer panting. He laid back down, relaxing onto his mat and pillow.

“I’ll get you some tea, and mochi. I need to clean that mess…” You murmured, shaking your head and turning back towards the shoji doors. A light snort came from him as you left, he wasn’t fond of sweet things. They left a foul taste in his mouth. 

Yet you left nothing but a savory warmth. It was strange.

Tolerated was far from a word that Muzan Kibutsuji would describe you with. He was fond of you. Or perhaps that wasn’t enough either.

He stood alone, outside in the sunlight. The sky burned brightly into his eyes, earning an annoyed scoff from the man. 

“I’m glad to see you outside by yourself more often, Muzan-sama,” He turned to look behind him, you walked towards him—  [h/c] hair blowing lightly from the wind.

“You were going to bother me about it if I didn’t,” You stood next to him, watching the water crinkle in waves. His gaze never leaving you.

A lopsided smile graved your lips, “Shall we return?” The wind blew a strand onto your face. Before you could reach it, a pale hand came up to push it behind your ear. A faint blush painted your face, feeling his small warmth brush against your skin.

“Yes,” He turned, walking ahead—unfazed. 

You trailed behind him, “The doctor has said that your medicine is ready.” He didn’t respond, so you opted to catch up to him. Inside, the doctor sat in front of a small table patiently, waiting. A cup placed onto the young noble’s side of the furniture. Muzan’s eyes narrowed at him, a pleased look on your face as he willingly sat in front of him on his mat. You had finally managed to find a doctor that seemed trustworthy. You had also managed to convince Muzan to put some faith in him.

He was disgusted at the thought of having to rely on a man with such an unnerving look on his face, but you looked content whenever he complied so he reluctantly obliged. You stood near the entrance to his room that led to the outside, the sun framed your sides, warmth along your back. Muzan took the cup into his hands, a scowl once again adorning his face.

“How much longer will I have if I don’t take this?”

“You won’t live into your twenties if you don’t,” The doctor replied, calm as if expecting the question. Dark eyes looked down into the cup, reflecting his sorry state as if taunting. 

“Fine, I’ll take it.” He hissed sourly, lifting the cup towards his mouth. He gulped the bitter medicine, letting it pour down his throat. The blank eyed man nodded his head, moving back towards his corner of the room where his equipment laid. 

You clapped your hands, “I’ll get you some water, Muzan-sama, to help drown the bitterness,” He had always complained of the taste, despite being used to taking unknown remedies. The black haired man let out a grunt as you left to go get water. His stare moved to the outside, gazing at the leafy greens of the trees to the bright blue of the waters. The sounds of stone grinding against mush echoed in the background.

“Muzan-sama, please let me leave for a few weeks,” You bowed deeply, a letter clutched tightly in your hands in front of you. The man in question sat in front of you, strained from having to sit up in shock. He was silent, this was your first time asking for time off. Tension was palpable in the air, your desperation radiating off of you. 

“What for?” His voice cut through the air, sharp and thin. You looked up at him, straight into his eyes. The words caught in your throat, nothing coming out for a moment.

“My… my father has died, and my sister has asked for me to visit before he’s cremated.” Ah. So your kin has died. His dark eyes stared blankly at yours, unfeeling and unsympathetic.

“I see,” He mumbled softly, silent after. You gulped, spit thick with anxiety. You knew that the young noble wasn’t someone who felt sorrow in other’s pain, chances were that he wouldn’t—seeing no point in your departure. His chest, however, squeezed seeing your desperate state. You, looking at him with pleading eyes, with a heart that ached from the recent loss.

He turned his head away from you, looking into the courtyard. 

“Go,” What? Your eyes widened in surprise. 

“W-What?” You stuttered out of surprise. He didn’t look back at you.

“Make it quick. I expect you to be back by the end of the month,” That was only 3 weeks, but it was enough time. 

“Next time-“ He was cut off from the sudden impact of something crashing into him. [s/c] colored armed wrapped around his shoulders, clinging tightly. Muzan’s face was one of pure surprise, you buried your own into his shoulder.

“Thank you,” Before he could respond, you let go— hurriedly rising from your seated position and rushing towards your own quarters. The pale man blinked, still dizzy from your hug. His hand went up to his neck, brushing the place where your arms clung onto him. 

He despised people. He despised this world. Though, just not you. 

Tired. You were practically dragging your feet back to the estate. The heat of the daytime sun finally settled, the cool night breeze blew through your hair. The dirt of the road crunched beneath your feet as you adjusted the grip on your furoshiki in your hand. Muzan had allowed you to carry one, seeing how you had to bring clothes on your journey. You were returning a little earlier than you predicted, only a day or two early.

In the distance, the silhouette of the estate gates reached your vision. Relief washed over you as you picked up the pace. Normally there would be lamps hanging near the entrance, burning brightly along with glaring guardsmen. However, tonight the lamps stayed cold, keeping the entrance dark and shaded. The guards weren’t in their stations either, leaving the gate unprotected.

You didn’t falter, instead pushing through the gate and into the estate. This didn’t bother you, perhaps they were on a break and had forgotten to light the lamps. The inside of the estate stayed dark as well, no lamps or torches lit up the pathway. A chill passed through your spine, you shivered in response as the cold air blew through you again. Your heart began to beat faster, where were the other servants? At least one or two should be scattered about, tending to last minute needs. The grip on your furoshiki tightened, weary. 

A faint scent wafted through the air, familiar yet unknown. The floor creaked beneath your feet, your heart the only sound coming to your ears. You cautiously walked through the halls, towards your room. You gagged, a strong smell hitting the back of your throat. 

“Blood?” The irony tang of blood invaded your nose. You dropped your furoshiki, taking off to find the source of the scent. You ran through the mazes of the estate, left, right, left, left again. Footsteps collided with the floor, rushed. 

You running screeched to a halt.

“Oh gods…” Blood had leaked through one of the shoji doors, it was dry, just like the smudges on its handles. It was one of the other servant’s rooms. Heavy breaths came from you, panting and tired from the run. It didn’t stop, especially after seeing the dry pool of red. A new smell attacked your nose, pulling out another gag. The smell made you dizzy, the stench of rot. Your hand wouldn’t move, no matter how much you willed it to open the door. Whatever that was inside was long gone, long dead, and long rotten. Your hand covered your mouth, trying to filter out the disgusting scent. 

Creaaak.

You finally slid open the door. Your stomach dropped. 

“What… what happened?” Short breaths began to come from you. It felt like something was squeezing your lungs tight. More blood—everywhere. It splattered the walls, the mat, the floor. It all centered around a body, or what was left of it at least.  A woman’s body was splayed out on the floor, limbs detached and left limply shortly away from the body. Skin now deathly pale, and drained. Chunks were missing, giant ones. 

As if she was half eaten and left without care.

You swallowed thickly, “Muzan… Muzan…” Dread pooled in your stomach. Images of a dead Muzan Kibutsuji invaded your mind. His body splayed across his mat, bleeding, eyes without life, mouth contorted as if trying to scream. Bitten chunks out of his body. You took off once more, now towards the noble’s room. You wanted to vomit, you wanted to hurl and erase what you just saw. But there was no turning back. More and more bloodied doors began to appear, only inciting your worst fears.

Ahead of you, a familiar set of shoji doors laid ahead. Dimly, a light seemed to be shining from inside the room. Your dread from earlier began to lightly fade, perhaps he hid somewhere and was safe. Maybe your fears weren’t true.

“Muzan-sama!” You swung open the door, slamming it to its end. [e/c] eyes frantically looked for the black haired man—nothing.

You shakily stepped in, panting with wide, glassy, eyes. The room was empty and clean, no blood to be seen. The corner where the doctor’s supplies were normally stationed was now gone.

Cold limbs grabbed you from behind, pulling you tight against something flat and hard. They wrapped around your arms, caging you. Fear immediately surged through your veins. 

You were going to die, just like the others.

You let out a shriek, elbowing the intruder. 

“[Name],” A velvety voice came from behind. You looked behind you, turning your head to see his familiar face. He held you against his chest.

“Muzan-sama,” A breath of relief escaped your lips, tears pricking your eyes. “I thought… I thought you were dead…”

He was silent, piercing eyes scanning you.

His eyes.

“Your eyes… they’re red-“ You shivered, he dipped his head into the crook of your neck. 

Cold. Why was he cold?

“You’re early.” Muzan murmured into skin, hold tightening on your body. 

“Y-yes, I only stayed for 5 days in my village,” Everything about him now disturbed you. How was he able to hold you so tightly, especially since he was frail? He was steady, and strong. He hummed, his mouth moving upwards—lightly planting icy kisses up to the bottom of your jaw. Despite this, your body stayed cold and unflustered. 

“What happened here?” You whispered, hands clenching, “Muzan-sama.” 

No answer. He stayed quiet, still pressed against your jaw. Your heart beat against your ribcage, awaiting his next words. 

“I’m so close,” He finally spoke, his mouth near your ear. It was a whisper. “To perfection.”

“What-“ Your breath was knocked out of your lungs. You no longer stood near the door, the room spun around you as you were tossed onto his mat. Your wrists were raised over your head, pinned down by his weight with one hand.

“Muzan- what are you-“ He towered over you, slit pupils wide with lust. You pushed against his grip, but no matter how hard you pushed he pushed back harder.

“And when that happens, you’ll by my side,” It wasn’t a question, it was flat— a statement, a demand. His free hand ripped open your clothes, revealing your upper body to the open air. Another shiver, the cold wind of the night blowing freely. His gaze was drawn downwards, from the plump of your chest to the curve of your hips. Annoyance flashed across his face for a second, before he slashed off your sarashi cloth around your breasts.

“Muzan, wait- I’m not ready-!” He ignored your plea, a cold hand trailing down your side instead. He squeezed your hip, pain flaring from the marks being left by his nails.

“Nonsense,” His mouth landing on your collarbone, canines grazing your skin. They dug deeper, your skin stinging from the bite. An icy, wet, muscle licked around the bite, drawing a whimper from you.

“Sweet,” He murmured, voice hoarse with restraint. Muzan tugged off the remains of the sarashi cloth away from you, his other hand letting go of your wrists for a moment. Before you could pull away, he quickly tied them around your wrists— tight and painful. He moved downward, removing the rest of your clothes. There you laid underneath him, bare as you pulled your thighs close to your heat.

“Don’t- please-“ Wet drops of tears now dribbled down your face. His eyes searched yours, before traveling back down to your pussy. Pale hands gripped at your plush thighs, prying them open to reveal your cunt. You tried closing your thighs, but his grip stayed strong. He bent down, head now positioned at your entrance as your shook your head. Your sobbing didn’t dissuade him, instead spurring him on. 

His tongue pushed out, plunging into your hole. His nose was against your clit, brushing it with every movement. Wet sounds of his tongue fucking into you filled the room, sloppy and inexperienced. Blood rushed into his dick, hardening against his clothes. He grunted, mouth now moving to your clit. It closed around your clit, sucking and nipping like his life depended on it. Fat globs of tears escaped your eyes. You hated how your body was reacting, heating your core. Your back arched, hips bucking into his mouth. Muzan let go of your clit, spit clinging onto his mouth. 

He licked his lips, “You look gorgeous like this,” He released your trembling thighs, now with pink crescent shaped marks. He undid his kariginu, unraveling each layer down to his bear skin. 

Your eyes widened, “N-No, that won’t fit-“ Your breaths came out shorter, panicky. It was thick and long, veins crawling along its sides. You were sure that it would hit your cervix without being in the whole way. He lined up the flushed pink head with your entrance, the tip poking your folds.

“Relax, darling.” His lips met yours, pulling you in for a surprisingly tender kiss. You gasped, feeling it slowly push into your hole. He swallowed your sobs, letting yourself cry throughout the night.

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── .✦ C0RVUSX2

[c0rvusx2]

ׂ╰┈➤ 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬𝑺𝑰𝑪𝑲! ♡︎

── .✦ Lovesick!Bestfriend x AMAB!Reader

⭑.ᐟ 18+ 𝘾𝙊𝙉𝙏𝙀𝙉𝙏 𝙐𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙍 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘾𝙐𝙏. MINORS DNI. Bttm!Reader, smut, soft-ish reader, bsf has no name, possessiveness, obsessiveness, missionary, dirty thoughts, briefs/boxer stealing…

「 ✦ 𝑨𝑵: Feel free to imagine him as anyone, the smut part is kinda underwhelming ngl… I need more practice ✦ 」

𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙘𝙠!𝘽𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙 who hates seeing you around your other friends. In his eyes, seeing you happy with others felt like a stab in his heart— though it would only be short jealousy since you and him would be lovers soon. 

𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙘𝙠!𝘽𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙 who has big mommy issues, and can’t help but feel drawn towards you. You and your sweet smile and gentle words, if only all of that was directed only at him. He knows that there’ll be people out there who’ll take advantage of you, but despite his warnings you insist that won’t happen.

𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙘𝙠!𝘽𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙 who’s heart practically wants to burst out of his chest as you lean your head against his shoulder on the train, tired from today’s outing. It took all of his willpower not to pull you closer by the waist and rub circles into your hip. Admiration was the only word that could describe the look on his face, your soft breathing was the only thing he could hear in the moment. So pretty.

𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙘𝙠!𝘽𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙 who’s face can’t help but turn red every time you remember the smallest things about him. It’s natural for people who get close, but he’d rather chalk it up to you hinting that you might like him back. “Here, I got you your favorite dish at the Chinese place near my house this time!” You would always treat him after a hard test, every time it was different too. Of course, he’d do the same— except it was always a dessert since that was what you preferred. Your simple “Thank you,” with a grateful grin immediately brightens his day.

𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙘𝙠!𝘽𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙 who just loves hearing your voice ramble about your day over the phone. “My brother’s birthday is coming up, maybe I’ll give him a pack of Hotwheels or something…” Even with the most mundane things… he just can’t help himself. Filthy thoughts flood his mind— all with your silky voice. He’d be pumping his length with his hand, imagining you underneath him crying out his name. Or instead of his hand it’d be you, your mouth taking him whole— cheeks full with his dick while you looked up at him with teary, glassy, eyes. “Hello…? You still there?” “Y-Yeah, sorry… got busy with something,”

𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙘𝙠!𝘽𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙 who innocently suggests that your missing boxers were probably eaten up by your washing machine. A lie he spouted just so you wouldn’t get suspicious, seeing that he was one of the few people who frequently visited your home. Your Bestfriend using your boxers to jerk off isn’t exactly something that comes to mind, one of his guilty pleasures. It’s alright though, he’ll buy you new ones as compensation. 

𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙘𝙠!𝘽𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙 who wants to be the one corrupt you, just thinking about anyone else even touching you with lustful intent irks him beyond measure. You weren’t exactly someone who was into sex, or anything really related to it. At least, that was what he believed. 

It was all just a blur, the two of you were hanging out at your house. The couch, he felt your thighs against his. A movie, what was the title? He couldn’t remember, all he knows was that an intimate scene began to play. A glance, he glanced at you halfway through the scene. Your eyes, half-lidded, stared straight at him with desire. He didn’t even make the first move, you did. Your palm against his crotch, rubbing teasingly as your face flushed a pretty red.

There you two were now, choked whimpers came out of your mouth as the tip of his cock hit your prostate. Your thighs pushed up against your chest, toes curled in delight. His lips were locked onto yours, wet tongue digging deep to explore your cavern of a mouth. His muffled moans mingled with your own. Rough hands were digging into your hips, hard enough to leave small bruises. He pulled out all the way, leaving only his tip inside your tight hole. You whimpered into the kiss, feeling empty without him inside only for him to slam back in. Your back arched as he let go of your mouth, now moving to your neck and sucking like his life was on the line.

“F-fuck, you feel so good,” Teeth bit into the wet spot on your neck, you groaned feeling the sting.

“Been waiting so long for this- shit-” His hips angled upwards, repeatedly hitting your prostate deliciously. He groaned, feeling your hole clench around him. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head, making you see stars. 

“O-oh g-god-“ You whined, hands clawing his back—never letting up his brutal pace on your prostate.

“You close baby?” He moved up, whispering into your ear, “You gonna c-cum?” His teeth latched onto your ear, leaving red marks as you nodded frantically.

“Y-yes- fuck- s’ close-“ Tears began to prick your eyes as his pace began to speed up, his hips began to angle downward, hitting a different spot inside you. You felt the heat inside your core begin to build up, almost ready to snap.

He pulled out again, tip still inside pulling a groan out of you. Hips slammed into your ass, his lips locking back onto yours hungrily. One hand wrapped onto your cock, a calloused thumb rubbing at the slit. Your back arched again, a half-moan, half-whimper coming out of your mouth. His hand started pumping, up and down in a twisting motion. That accompanying his relentless pounding finally drove you over the edge.

In one final stroke, he buried himself to the hilt inside you— cock twitching inside as he pushed your thighs tighter against your chest. Thick, hot, cum filled your guts like stuffing. Your whole body tensed as the tension inside you broke, spurts of your own release dribbling down onto your stomach. Soft pants came out of your lips while an exhausted whimper escaped his own. He let go of your softened length, moving up to cup your face instead.

“Love you,” He planted gentle kisses onto your face, near your mouth.

“Love you too,”

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── .✦ C0RVUSX2

[c0rvusx2]

╰┈➤ 𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑷𝑷𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑪𝑼𝑳𝑻𝑼𝑹𝑬!✿

── .✦ Streamer!Roomate x GN!Reader

⭑.ᐟ IN WHICH you decide to take on a Roomate, someone who’d help you keep you afloat in the big city. Little did you know that he’d be a little more than you bargained for.

⭑.ᐟ WARNINGS: Somewhat slow-burn, reader used to live in the countryside (not much of an accent though), kissing…

「 ✦ 𝑨𝑵: Idrk what to put as a warning… been a while since I’ve written like this… feel free to make him any black haired character, I gave him a name cuz I wanted a placeholder. ✦ 」

You met him before his peak, before you ever knew what was coming. You never really understood what it meant either.

“A streamer…? Oh, you mean a live streamer- well, as long as you pay rent you’re fine.” You nodded your head approvingly at the man in front of you, Adrian Keely— who was your new roommate. 

You were beginning to feel the weight of living in the city, everything way more expensive than you originally thought. Back in your hometown in the countryside, living someplace big, crowded, and lively was your dream. Now all you could do was worry whether you’d be able to pay next month’s rent if you bought anything but microwaveable cup noodles.

Hopefully having a roommate would help keep you afloat, living with a stranger shouldn’t be so bad.

“So you watch?” He asked from where he sat across from you at the kitchen table. Rain poured outside, which had soaked his tousled black hair. He took a sip of the coffee you offered him.

You shook your head, “Don’t got time, and I’m not that into social media,” 

Adrian looked visibly hurt hearing that, “You don’t watch YouTube? No instagram or TikTok?” When you shook your head no, he sighed, “Well that’s rare.”

You stood up, checking the time on your watch before looking back up at him. “Just text me if you need anything, I’ll try to respond quickly,” 

He nodded, “Thanks,”

You worked late today, overtime. Your boss had dumped an extra work load, something he liked doing often to you and your co-workers. By the time you got back home, tired and ready for a late dinner, it was already 9 pm.

Click.

The sound of your door unlocking. You pulled the keys out of the lock, pushing open the door to your apartment. The lights were off, dark figures that resembled your furniture invaded your vision. A small crack of light came from the doorway of Adrian’s room. You took off your shoes, placing them on the shoe rack near the door.

“DAMMIT!” 

Bang!

“What the hell was that? Did he stub his toe?” You murmured to yourself, the bang had sounded like he slammed his hand against something. You shook it off as a one time thing, changing into your night clothes. 

Another slam, then another, and another.

You laid there in your bed, the thin walls of your apartment did nothing to muffle the sounds of his laughter. Silently you prayed to whoever was up there that he wouldn’t stream that often.

Everyday.

Every goddamn day he streamed. He began around 8 pm, then ended at 1 am. For 3 weeks straight you endured it, eventually lulling into a short-winded sleep. On your days off, you’d see him disappear into his room for hours— “recording a video” was what he said. During that time, you could still hear him through the walls—loud bouts of laughter or rage. It wasn’t that he did it on purpose, he was just very… dense, or oblivious. 

“Woah… you okay?” Adrian leaned in, eyeing your eye bags from where he stood near the fridge.

“Totally,” Today, you decided, would be the day you would confront him about his late-night streaming.

“You want me to make you some coffee?” He offered, you waved him off, “It’s alright,”

You reached above you, opening the cabinet where the mugs were. The cold ceramic of the cup jolted your skin when suddenly it slipped out of your grip. It tilted over the edge, ready to shatter onto the counter. Before you could catch it, a different hand came into view to snatch it.

“You sure?” Adrian mused, you felt his fingers softly brush the small of your back.

You pinched the bridge of your nose, thankful he was only a few feet away from you. ‘Quick reflexes,’ you thought to yourself.

“I like it with cream,” You surrendered, shuffling over to the kitchen table. A smile crept onto his face, “Got it,”

“Adrian,” Pulling out a chair, you sat as you watched him start the coffee machine.

“Yeah?” He looked over to you, the morning sun framing his face in a way that made your heart lightly flutter.

“Can you… keep it down at night? I’m okay with you doing it- it’s just that… well,” You pointed to the dark circles under your eyes.

“Oh, sorry… I didn’t realize the walls were so thin,” He rubbed his nape, “I’ll try streaming earlier, so it doesn’t bother you,” 

You nodded gratefully, “Thanks, I appreciate it.”

Somehow, he convinced you to join his stream. He didn’t have many viewers, maybe 200 at most, but he was excited to introduce you. You didn’t exactly own a gaming pc, so Adrian decided to teach you how to play Marvel Rivals on his setup. 

He leaned in, his head hovering over your shoulder as he watched you look back at forth at the screen and the keyboard.

“Here, put your fingers like this,” His hand came over yours, adjusting your fingers to match the keys. You felt your heart beat faster, the tips of your ears turning faintly red. The chat was sending encouraging messages, sending tips and general advice for playing.

“YES!” You pumped your fist in the air, seeing your character flash for MVP of the game.

“I knew you were good!” Adrian slings his arm over yours shoulder, pulling you in close. You smile, thanking him with a faint blush. 

Oooooo they’re blsuhinggg

Are they dating????

NOOOOOOO DON T BE DATING PLS 

You ignored the comments, though the thought of that did pop into your mind. ‘Date him?’ Your chest beat faster at the thought. However, Adrian didn’t seem like the romantic type.

“Alright, time to watch a pro,” A cocky smirk was plastered on his face, he cracked his knuckles. 

“Don’t get too ahead of yourself,” You chuckled, moving your seat a little more to the side so he could scoot his own towards the keyboard.

He immediately lost the first game.

You celebrated everything with him. From his YouTube to his Twitch, he always asked you to spend time with him.

From his 5k subscriber milestone to his 5 million, in your eyes he was still the same. You grounded him, reminding him how grateful he should be and such. Unconsciously, this tied you to him. His fame was yours, even if you didn’t even know.

“What’s Adri[Name]?” He finally convinced you to use social media, TikTok was first. Adrian paused his game, turning to where you sat on his bed— outside of the camera’s view. 

“What?” He choked out, “Where’d you hear that from?” You raised a brow, his tone suspicious.

“Online, there’s this whole account on it. Why’s my name in it?” 

“No, no, do not click on that,” You clicked on it, the profile picture being one you remembered Adrian post on his instagram. The two of you holding a 5M cake. 

“There’s art on i-“ You cleared your throat, clicking on the video and seeing a collection of fanart between you and Adrian.

“YOU DID NOT,” He got up from his chair, practically throwing himself onto you to snatch your phone.

ITS HAPPENING!!!!

FINALLY 🗣️🗣️🗣️

They gonna fuck on stream?? 🙏🙏🙏

ITS REAAALLLL

CLIPPING THIS

ADRI[NAME] REAL 

“Hey! I’m just looking-!” You laughed, keeping it out of his reach, “Someone tell mee!” The two of you fought over it. From where the camera was, only Adrian and your legs showed— and in a very compromising angle.

Freak01 donated $100!

Adri[Name] is Adrian x [Name], will send $1K if you kiss live ;]

The both of you froze at the live donation, Adrian got off of you and stared at the screen. You couldn’t see his face, however a bright red began to engulf his ears.

“You can’t be serious…? Especially with that name,” He murmured. You sat up, fixing your hair as the chat chanted for the two of you to do it.

“1k…” Your mind swirled with what you could do with that money, it was enough to pay half of this month’s rent. Sure, it wasn’t a lot, but it was something. Tempting, but kiss? Live? On stream? With Adrian? Your heart felt like it wanted to burst out of your chest, you could feel it pounding against your rib cage.

You couldn’t lie to yourself. The way your face lit up red around him, how you grown to feel more attached, more attracted, more yearning for time with him, more giddy, and… in love.

But this wasn’t something you wanted to force, no amount of money should be the reason for your confession. You wanted it to be natural, not in front of thousands to see all for a donation.

Soft and warm.

Did you doze off? Zone out? You couldn’t remember.

A comforting hand cupped your face. Your eyes blown wide open, his gently closed. He pulled away, mouth coming near your ear.

“I turned it off,” He murmured, thumb caressing your cheek. He moved back you look into your eyes, concerned from your silent yet flushed face.

“S-Sorry, did-“ You took his face, pulling him closer to smash his lips back onto yours. Adrian let out a surprised noise before leaning into it, tongue flicking out as if asking for entrance. Your mouth parted, letting him in. You were gently pushed onto your back, tongues fighting for dominance. 

His lips came apart from yours, panting for air. Your chest heaved, his and your faces flushed red. Adrian’s arms planted for support on each side of your head.

“Does this mean we’re dating?” He puffed, a lopsided grin spreading onto his face from above.

“No,” He frowned before you burst out laughing. “Yes, god- the look on your face was hilarious,”

“You almost gave me a heart attack!” He fell onto his side, lying next to you.

“Sorry, sorry,” 

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ׂ╰┈➤ 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬𝑺𝑰𝑪𝑲! ♡︎

── .✦ Lovesick!Bestfriend x AMAB!Reader

⭑.ᐟ 18+ 𝘾𝙊𝙉𝙏𝙀𝙉𝙏 𝙐𝙉𝘿𝙀𝙍 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘾𝙐𝙏. MINORS DNI. Bttm!Reader, smut, soft-ish reader, bsf has no name, possessiveness, obsessiveness, missionary, dirty thoughts, briefs/boxer stealing…

「 ✦ 𝑨𝑵: Feel free to imagine him as anyone, the smut part is kinda underwhelming ngl… I need more practice ✦ 」

𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙘𝙠!𝘽𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙 who hates seeing you around your other friends. In his eyes, seeing you happy with others felt like a stab in his heart— though it would only be short jealousy since you and him would be lovers soon. 

𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙘𝙠!𝘽𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙 who has big mommy issues, and can’t help but feel drawn towards you. You and your sweet smile and gentle words, if only all of that was directed only at him. He knows that there’ll be people out there who’ll take advantage of you, but despite his warnings you insist that won’t happen.

𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙘𝙠!𝘽𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙 who’s heart practically wants to burst out of his chest as you lean your head against his shoulder on the train, tired from today’s outing. It took all of his willpower not to pull you closer by the waist and rub circles into your hip. Admiration was the only word that could describe the look on his face, your soft breathing was the only thing he could hear in the moment. So pretty.

𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙘𝙠!𝘽𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙 who’s face can’t help but turn red every time you remember the smallest things about him. It’s natural for people who get close, but he’d rather chalk it up to you hinting that you might like him back. “Here, I got you your favorite dish at the Chinese place near my house this time!” You would always treat him after a hard test, every time it was different too. Of course, he’d do the same— except it was always a dessert since that was what you preferred. Your simple “Thank you,” with a grateful grin immediately brightens his day.

𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙘𝙠!𝘽𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙 who just loves hearing your voice ramble about your day over the phone. “My brother’s birthday is coming up, maybe I’ll give him a pack of Hotwheels or something…” Even with the most mundane things… he just can’t help himself. Filthy thoughts flood his mind— all with your silky voice. He’d be pumping his length with his hand, imagining you underneath him crying out his name. Or instead of his hand it’d be you, your mouth taking him whole— cheeks full with his dick while you looked up at him with teary, glassy, eyes. “Hello…? You still there?” “Y-Yeah, sorry… got busy with something,”

𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙘𝙠!𝘽𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙 who innocently suggests that your missing boxers were probably eaten up by your washing machine. A lie he spouted just so you wouldn’t get suspicious, seeing that he was one of the few people who frequently visited your home. Your Bestfriend using your boxers to jerk off isn’t exactly something that comes to mind, one of his guilty pleasures. It’s alright though, he’ll buy you new ones as compensation. 

𝙇𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙘𝙠!𝘽𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙛𝙧𝙞𝙚𝙣𝙙 who wants to be the one corrupt you, just thinking about anyone else even touching you with lustful intent irks him beyond measure. You weren’t exactly someone who was into sex, or anything really related to it. At least, that was what he believed. 

It was all just a blur, the two of you were hanging out at your house. The couch, he felt your thighs against his. A movie, what was the title? He couldn’t remember, all he knows was that an intimate scene began to play. A glance, he glanced at you halfway through the scene. Your eyes, half-lidded, stared straight at him with desire. He didn’t even make the first move, you did. Your palm against his crotch, rubbing teasingly as your face flushed a pretty red.

There you two were now, choked whimpers came out of your mouth as the tip of his cock hit your prostate. Your thighs pushed up against your chest, toes curled in delight. His lips were locked onto yours, wet tongue digging deep to explore your cavern of a mouth. His muffled moans mingled with your own. Rough hands were digging into your hips, hard enough to leave small bruises. He pulled out all the way, leaving only his tip inside your tight hole. You whimpered into the kiss, feeling empty without him inside only for him to slam back in. Your back arched as he let go of your mouth, now moving to your neck and sucking like his life was on the line.

“F-fuck, you feel so good,” Teeth bit into the wet spot on your neck, you groaned feeling the sting.

“Been waiting so long for this- shit-” His hips angled upwards, repeatedly hitting your prostate deliciously. He groaned, feeling your hole clench around him. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head, making you see stars. 

“O-oh g-god-“ You whined, hands clawing his back—never letting up his brutal pace on your prostate.

“You close baby?” He moved up, whispering into your ear, “You gonna c-cum?” His teeth latched onto your ear, leaving red marks as you nodded frantically.

“Y-yes- fuck- s’ close-“ Tears began to prick your eyes as his pace began to speed up, his hips began to angle downward, hitting a different spot inside you. You felt the heat inside your core begin to build up, almost ready to snap.

He pulled out again, tip still inside pulling a groan out of you. Hips slammed into your ass, his lips locking back onto yours hungrily. One hand wrapped onto your cock, a calloused thumb rubbing at the slit. Your back arched again, a half-moan, half-whimper coming out of your mouth. His hand started pumping, up and down in a twisting motion. That accompanying his relentless pounding finally drove you over the edge.

In one final stroke, he buried himself to the hilt inside you— cock twitching inside as he pushed your thighs tighter against your chest. Thick, hot, cum filled your guts like stuffing. Your whole body tensed as the tension inside you broke, spurts of your own release dribbling down onto your stomach. Soft pants came out of your lips while an exhausted whimper escaped his own. He let go of your softened length, moving up to cup your face instead.

“Love you,” He planted gentle kisses onto your face, near your mouth.

“Love you too,”

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writing is the most insane hobby it's like,

is it easy? no

is it fast? also no

but is it fun? well,

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Wolf-ji

Toji x fem!reader

18+: Toji being a perv, swearing, described nudity I think. Somewhat creepy ig, he likes watching you do stuff. No smut, but it’s kinda spicy. Use of 2nd POV (you, your) rather than 3rd (she,her).

Notes: Keep in mind that he has the mind of a human, so don’t take it wrong 🤝 This man is my brain rot… lmk if I need to raise the age warning

Genre: Fluff/Crack, spicy idk

Toji had no fucking clue where he was. He expected hell to be… a lot less looking like a city alleyway. He tried to lift himself, rather than feeling like his legs they were bent at an uncomfortable looking angle. Pain flared in his left arm, he bent his head to see a bullet wound, a nasty one that kept on bleeding.

“The fuck?” He stretched as best he could, looking around for some sort of item that would give him his reflection. Luckily, there was a abandoned mirror, cracked and without purpose. Toji began to limp over to the reflector, his legs stiff rather than it’s normal nimble movements.

“Oh fuckin’ hell-“

Okay, so maybe going grocery shopping late at night might be a bad idea—especially since there’ll be all sorts of creeps walking around. Not to mention it’s freezing out there, but it’s too late. You’ve already stepped out of the store and onto the empty sidewalk, and if this was the Wild West there’d be tumble weeds rolling from view. You shiver, beginning your journey back to the safe confines of your home.

The store you frequented was your favorite, and the farthest… so to save time you’d take shortcuts through alleyways. Today would be the first time you were doing it late at night.

You stare into the darkness of the passageway in front of you, anxiety bubbling in your stomach. “Quick… nice and quick…” you hype yourself up before storming ahead, using a quick pace to get you to the other side. The deeper you went, the darker it became and soon the only thing illuminating the alley was the clouded moonlight from above.

From ahead of you, you suddenly see a pair of eyes, gazing right back at you with a stern emerald green color.

You screamed as the eyes began to rapidly get closer, accompanied by the sounds of claws hitting against the ground. You dodged, reversing yourself and pressing your back to the alleyway’s wall. A harsh tug came from your grocery bag, which almost ripped your arm right off your torso. Muffled growling came from the creature that was trying to steal your food. Luckily, you recognized the creature that was attacking you, it was some dumb dog.

This made you enraged and frustrated, this shit costed you a good chunk of the money saved from the leftovers after you payed bills—and the bills around here ain’t cheap.

“Bitch!-“

🌌

Toji is one lucky bastard. Perhaps this was god giving him a 2nd chance at life- their weird way of dishing out redemption.

Somehow, he was able to worm his way into the chick-he-was-about-to-rob’s heart. Life’s good for the man-turned-wolf, he’s got free food, a roof to live under, and no rent to pay. A bargain in his mind. The only downside being he won’t be able to fuck around anymore, and he sure as hell is NOT gonna fuck a dog.

You felt bad for the dog, the moment you saw it’s form when you scrambled out the alleyway. It wasn’t scrawny, but it wasn’t very lean either. It had a scar present on the right side of it’s mouth, sharp green eyes and dirty matte black fur. It sustained a limp arm, a recent wound most likely the reason why it didn’t go all out on you.

You couldn’t really just walk away from a hurt animal, the guilt would eat you up the moment you turned your back. You were also studying to be a vet, moments like this were what you meant for. So you left some food, ran home to fetch a med kit, and returned with your car.

Here you were now, caring for one big ass dog who kept stealing your food—even though you bought him his own food.

You named him Toji, mainly because that scar on the dogs mouth was hella familiar to the Toji you fawned over in Jujutsu Kaisen. He looked at you weirdly when you said that, but snorted a moment later and stalked off to your TV set.

The strange thing about him was that he apparently knew how to operate cable TV, which amazed you yet weirded you out at the same time.

You noticed Toji naps a lot, and wakes up whenever you turn on Netflix. He’ll eagerly sit next to you, sometimes snacking (read stealing) popcorn whenever you make some.

For some reason he likes tuning in whenever you play any anime episodes, especially Jujutsu Kaisen. Whenever Fushiguro comes onto screen Toji’s fluffy tail begins to wag a bit, which you giggle at. He’ll catch you looking and snap at you, which causes you to furthermore laugh at. In the end he’ll end up tackling you onto the couch.

🌌

Toji often feels bored in your household. Nothing really for him to do since he’s apparently a dog now. Nothing to do other than follow you into the bathroom whenever you’re going to shower, keeping a keen eye on every curve of your body. Nothing to do other than watch the fat of your ass lower into his view when you have to bend over to clean up a mess you of him might’ve made.

Nothing to do other than create smutty fantasies of you in his head from when he was human, imagining what your cute little moans would sound like with you under him. Nothing to do other than watch your tits bounce whenever you two go out for a jog in the early morning. Nothing to do other than take a nap between your legs, resting his head on your stomach or between your breast whenever he can. Nothing to do but wish your pretty lips were wrapped around his cock instead of that popsicle you were sucking on a hot summer day.

Toji was a lucky bastard. And lucky bastards get what they want.

🌌

“Toji? Toooojiiii, breakfast! Where’d the hell you go?” You called out, turning the house upside down as you looked for him.

“Toji?” The only place you haven’t looked was the guest bathroom, and currently the door was closed shut. You could hear shuffling from inside, which made you wonder how the dog could’ve closed the door. Without warning, you swiftly pulled open the door.

“What’s going on in her-“ You stopped mid sentence, mouth agape at the figure who stood in front of your bathroom’s vanity. You both stared each other down, your eyes blown wide open while his were glued to yours without emotion. It was a stare down for what seemed like ages, until the familiar man broke the silence.

“What?”

You screamed, and you wished it was without the s because it was embarrassing. He flinched at your volume and seemed to disappear for millisecond, only to return right in front of you, hand on your mouth.

“Jesus Christ- I know you’re a loud mouthed brat but now’s not the time to scream yer’ lungs out,” He huffed, “You can do that later,” The man smirked, you could feel your face flush a bit. After a sec, he hesitantly let go of your mouth. Your mouth was left agape again as Hulu blinked wildly in disbelief at the hulking man in front of you.

“I- wait a fucking second… where’s my dog!?” The man just deadpanned at you, you took this time to eye him up and down. His skin tight shirt had a massive part of it missing on it’s left side, dark splotches of blood surrounding it. The familiar man, however, seemed completely fine.

“C’mon, is it not obvious!?”

“No!? It’s not possible for some anime character to come to life!?” At this you dashed out the room, running into the kitchen to nab your phone to call 911. Before you could even pick it up from the counter, the phone was snatched at lightning speed.

“Hey-!” You whipped around, immediately meeting a stone hard chest.

You were trapped.

“What do I gotta do to prove ‘m real, huh?”

💫

Omfg this is so ooc 💀 writing in character is hard.

If anyone’s confused Toji died and reincarnated into a dead dog’s body that looks exactly like him. During the night get went back to the jjk dimension, shibuya happens, and he returns back human.

Not proofread !

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Roomies

Toji x GN!reader

Note: Small little Drabble lol. The Toji brain rot is real.

Genre: Crack/Fluff idk

Imagine it, [Name], a dimension hopper, accidentally bumps into Toji during one of his assassinations.

“Who the hell are you?” The green eyed man huffs, stuffing his weapon back into an intestine-looking creature. “Nooooo one you need to worry about, haha!” [Name] awkwardly chuckles, picking themselves up from the ground and scrambling away.

They swear it was an accident, stumbling over their words after taking a tumble from having their legs swept from underneath them.

“An accident? Do I look like I was born yesterday?” He snaps, adding pressure to the foot he had placed on their back. “Uh- no? But I’m not lying- fuck I can’t breathe-“ They wheeze out.

Luckily, [Name] being the incredibly intelligent person they were, accidentally let it slip that they weren’t from this world right before the buff man on top of them broke a rib. This raised several doubts from the raven haired man.

“Hah, funny joke kid.” He barked out a laugh, lightening the pressure before pushing back harder. They coughed, “Not- a joke. In… my bag-“ [Name] winced.

Without letting up his foot, he snorted as he bent down to grab the (f/c) and black colored messenger bag. His frown deepened a bit as his calloused hands began to shuffle through their belongings.

“The hell…?” He mumbled to himself as he eyed the strange items. The first thing he had grabbed was their wallet. In one of the slots was an ID card, the words and information that would normally be on a typical Japanese citizen’s ID were materializing, taking form into a name. “Akutami, [Name],” He raised a brow. “Akutami? Not my style but okay,” They mumbled, thinking that the ravenette wouldn’t hear. But of course, he did.

The other items held in by their wallet was a fat stack of Yen (which the bastard pocketed) and a house key? Peaking through each pocket he saw some other sort of money, a cell phone, and other useless trinkets. The man eyed the house key and had a moment to think.

“Yo kid,” He tapped his foot, the same one that was placed onto their back. “Not a kid,” They snapped under their breathe. The green eyed man huffed again, “Let’s make a deal, yeah? I don’t kill ya, and you let me stay at your house.” They turned their head, looked him dead in the eye, and said, “The fuck-“

The asshole unfortunately didn’t have a place to stay tonight, so it was good luck that he didn’t need to go through the hassle of hooking up with some bimbo to get a night of sleep. Long story short, they reluctantly had to bring the man along to their new house—which had suddenly appeared under their name in the records.

“So… what’s your name?” They called out, addressing him as he walked behind them. It took a minute for him to respond, and it almost made [Name] pray to the gods that a piano would fall from above and strike both of them to end the awkward silence. ”Fushiguro… Toji,”

[Name] reluctantly let him in, the hulking man squeezing through the entrance and glancing at the furniture. They whistle in awe, spotting a nearby coatrack and hanging their bag up. Toji plops himself on the couch, already flipping through the channels in search for some entertainment.

Time passes and they’ve settled into their new lifestyle, getting used to the Japanese mannerisms and the strange roommate. It was a lucky break that there was an extra bedroom (and they thanked the big guy at the top for most likely seeing into their future).

“TOJI, YOU BETTER NOT HAVE GONE GAMBLING AGAIN YOU BASTARD,” [Name] stomps out of their room, crossing their arms and frowning at the ravenette who was chowing down on some cup noodles. “God Dammit, it’s only 7 AM! Leave me be,” He grumbled, setting down his chopsticks in the cup to raise the volume on the TV. “I’m the one who pays for most of this shit, use your own money to gamble!” They snap back, snatching the remote and lowering the sound. “I didn’t gamble it,” he sneered, “I payed a prostitute with it,” “THAT’S NOT ANY BETTER!?”

“Alright, what do we say to the door dash guy this time?” “Absolutely nothing-“ “No, we say, “Thank you,” and then hand a tip,” “Don’t they already get paid? Do we really need to tip-“ “Yes because we have enough change,”

“Do you really need to drag me back home?” [Name] sighed, their legs dangling from Toji tossing them over his shoulder. He huffs, “If I didn’t, we would’ve been stuck at the animal shelter for 2 more hours.” ”I didn’t even get to choose!” “Believe me when I say we don’t need a pet.” There’s silence for a moment before a cheesy smile creeps onto their face. “Aw are you jealous that I’ll spend more time with the pet more than youuuu?” “Hell no!” He promptly drops you right on the spot.

Bro I don’t know how to feel about this 💀💀💀 Didn’t take too long to write but Toji feels so OOC 😭

I feel like I should’ve done more roommate content but I’m too lazy 💀💀 If it gets enough attention I might do Pt. 2.

Not proofread 🤡

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Catkuna 💀

Sukuna x fem!reader

18+: Somewhat described nudity, Sukuna being a perv, Sukuna being a bully as a cat, derogatory language directed at reader without them knowing, used 2nd POV (you, your) rather than 3rd (she, her).

Notes: I drew catkuna and accidentally made him kinda look like boy kisser… POV switches a lot too I think.

Genre: Fluff/Crack, maybe a lil spicy idk.

Notes 2: Yuji gets hit by a cursed technique, which causes Sukuna to be pushed out of his body and turned into a cat.

“Here kitty, kitty,” You cooed squatting down, hoping to coax the cat in the alleyway into your arms. It instead hissed, backing away from you and deeper into the dark alleyway. You felt bad for the cat, seeing it’s fur dyed an unnatural salmon pink and strange red eyes.

You sighed, lifting yourself up from your previous position and adjusting the bags you carried.

The moment Sukuna saw the assorted snacks held in that grocery bag, he had made the decision to follow you. It was no problem for him, since he was on the run anyway. The curse-turned-cat weaved through dozens of people’s feet, making sure that he was still trailing you.

Finally, you had made it home. You set down your groceries, feeling the sting on your hands from carrying all that weight. Skimming through your pockets, you fished out your key, plugging it into the socket and opening the door. That’s when you heard rustling.

Before Sukuna could nab a even single box of Ritz, you had quickly snatched away your bags.

“Looks like someone’s hungry,” You said smugly, opening your door wider. The cat eyed the inside of your house.

“If you want something to eat, you gotta get in there,” You waited a moment, thinking you were stupid for talking to a cat, but it hissed at you before sprinting inside. You giggled, before entering yourself and shutting the door.

Sukuna stayed in the house, rather than promptly leaving after every meal. He considered the fact that since he had little to no cursed energy in this form, the sorcerers at Jujutsu High would have trouble finding him—and they would especially doubt him living with some dumb bimbo.

You had dubbed him such a shit name- Salmon? He ate it once, the first time he was fed by you, and now he was named after a fish? The fact that even though you had dragged him to the tub, full on yowling and scratching, and tried scrubbing off the “dye” on his fur didn’t help. He was still a salmon pink, and it only resulted in the bathroom becoming a complete mess. He hates it when you coo at him, leaning in to most likely squish his cheeks. In retaliation he’ll try pawing your face off.

“Awwww Salmonnnn look at you, so cu-“

*Insert screeching noises.*

“OUCH! ALRIGHT GET OFF ME-“

As payback he’ll purposefully knock things off of counters, kicking them under the couch. He’ll watch you bend down, getting on your hands and knees in order to get whatever he had thrown under there. The cheeky cat will eye the roundness of your ass, smirking internally while thinking the filthiest thoughts.

Whenever you’re laying on the couch, mindlessly scrolling on some form of social media, he’ll hop right onto your body and snuggle right into the cleavage of your breasts. Your naive thoughts lead you to think that he just wants to get closer to you, which you’ll happily let him since he’s just a cat. Sukuna, however, will still claw you to bits the moment you start calling him adorable again.

Whenever you get yourself ready to take a simple shower—like picking out new clothes—he’ll immediately pick up on the signs and follow you into the room. You, of course, think nothing of it. You believed that this was just him being clingy, just like those silly dog videos you see on Tik Tok. In Sukuna’s mind, that’s obviously not the reason. You always feel his eyes on you whenever you strip off your clothes, taking a shower is no exception.

He hates it when you try shutting the door in his face for some privacy. The pink haired devil will immediately start yelling his head off, pawing at the door while hissing out profanities.

“Fucking bitch- let me in!” He scratches at the door.

“No- Salmon let me have my space for Christ’s sake!?” You’ll call out from the other side.

He lets up after a minute, and you sigh in relief. Big mistake. The King of Curses get what he wants, and seeing you bare is on his list of daily needs.

When you come out of the shower, your jaw drops at the mess he’s made. Books cluttered all over the floor, the couch marked with scratches, and pillows thrown across the room.

“BASTARD!”

Sukuna hisses at you as you try chasing him out again, this being the being the 3rd time it had happened this month. Eventually you’re leaning over you the kitchen counter, chest heaving from trying to stop the cat demon from ruining the kitchen as well. He’ll be sitting in front of you, staring at you smugly as you glare at him.

One night, you wake up, night interrupted by the sound of footsteps against the ground. You lift an arm, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes only to see a muscled silhouette outlined by filtered moonlight, eyes glinting red. Before you could rush out of bed, the figure snatches your ankle with inhuman speed. You gasp sharply, before hearing his voice and seeing him grin.

“Gotcha, brat. Let’s see if still give me attitude after this,”

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Roomies

Toji x GN!reader

Note: Small little Drabble lol. The Toji brain rot is real.

Genre: Crack/Fluff idk

Imagine it, [Name], a dimension hopper, accidentally bumps into Toji during one of his assassinations.

“Who the hell are you?” The green eyed man huffs, stuffing his weapon back into an intestine-looking creature. “Nooooo one you need to worry about, haha!” [Name] awkwardly chuckles, picking themselves up from the ground and scrambling away.

They swear it was an accident, stumbling over their words after taking a tumble from having their legs swept from underneath them.

“An accident? Do I look like I was born yesterday?” He snaps, adding pressure to the foot he had placed on their back. “Uh- no? But I’m not lying- fuck I can’t breathe-“ They wheeze out.

Luckily, [Name] being the incredibly intelligent person they were, accidentally let it slip that they weren’t from this world right before the buff man on top of them broke a rib. This raised several doubts from the raven haired man.

“Hah, funny joke kid.” He barked out a laugh, lightening the pressure before pushing back harder. They coughed, “Not- a joke. In… my bag-“ [Name] winced.

Without letting up his foot, he snorted as he bent down to grab the (f/c) and black colored messenger bag. His frown deepened a bit as his calloused hands began to shuffle through their belongings.

“The hell…?” He mumbled to himself as he eyed the strange items. The first thing he had grabbed was their wallet. In one of the slots was an ID card, the words and information that would normally be on a typical Japanese citizen’s ID were materializing, taking form into a name. “Akutami, [Name],” He raised a brow. “Akutami? Not my style but okay,” They mumbled, thinking that the ravenette wouldn’t hear. But of course, he did.

The other items held in by their wallet was a fat stack of Yen (which the bastard pocketed) and a house key? Peaking through each pocket he saw some other sort of money, a cell phone, and other useless trinkets. The man eyed the house key and had a moment to think.

“Yo kid,” He tapped his foot, the same one that was placed onto their back. “Not a kid,” They snapped under their breathe. The green eyed man huffed again, “Let’s make a deal, yeah? I don’t kill ya, and you let me stay at your house.” They turned their head, looked him dead in the eye, and said, “The fuck-“

The asshole unfortunately didn’t have a place to stay tonight, so it was good luck that he didn’t need to go through the hassle of hooking up with some bimbo to get a night of sleep. Long story short, they reluctantly had to bring the man along to their new house—which had suddenly appeared under their name in the records.

“So… what’s your name?” They called out, addressing him as he walked behind them. It took a minute for him to respond, and it almost made [Name] pray to the gods that a piano would fall from above and strike both of them to end the awkward silence. ”Fushiguro… Toji,”

[Name] reluctantly let him in, the hulking man squeezing through the entrance and glancing at the furniture. They whistle in awe, spotting a nearby coatrack and hanging their bag up. Toji plops himself on the couch, already flipping through the channels in search for some entertainment.

Time passes and they’ve settled into their new lifestyle, getting used to the Japanese mannerisms and the strange roommate. It was a lucky break that there was an extra bedroom (and they thanked the big guy at the top for most likely seeing into their future).

“TOJI, YOU BETTER NOT HAVE GONE GAMBLING AGAIN YOU BASTARD,” [Name] stomps out of their room, crossing their arms and frowning at the ravenette who was chowing down on some cup noodles. “God Dammit, it’s only 7 AM! Leave me be,” He grumbled, setting down his chopsticks in the cup to raise the volume on the TV. “I’m the one who pays for most of this shit, use your own money to gamble!” They snap back, snatching the remote and lowering the sound. “I didn’t gamble it,” he sneered, “I payed a prostitute with it,” “THAT’S NOT ANY BETTER!?”

“Alright, what do we say to the door dash guy this time?” “Absolutely nothing-“ “No, we say, “Thank you,” and then hand a tip,” “Don’t they already get paid? Do we really need to tip-“ “Yes because we have enough change,”

“Do you really need to drag me back home?” [Name] sighed, their legs dangling from Toji tossing them over his shoulder. He huffs, “If I didn’t, we would’ve been stuck at the animal shelter for 2 more hours.” ”I didn’t even get to choose!” “Believe me when I say we don’t need a pet.” There’s silence for a moment before a cheesy smile creeps onto their face. “Aw are you jealous that I’ll spend more time with the pet more than youuuu?” “Hell no!” He promptly drops you right on the spot.

Bro I don’t know how to feel about this 💀💀💀 Didn’t take too long to write but Toji feels so OOC 😭

I feel like I should’ve done more roommate content but I’m too lazy 💀💀 If it gets enough attention I might do Pt. 2.

Not proofread 🤡