- send you gym pictures and random photos of his biceps just cause he knows you like his muscles
- accidentally trap you in a headlock when you two are sleeping (you don't make any effort to break free)
- kiss his wedding ring when he makes a point
tsukishima kei is the type to..
- remind you to take care of yourself, reminding you eat your meals, to take your vitamins, etc
- send you notes on the lecture even if you did listen in class just to make sure you're doing well with your studies
- put his headphones on you when you fall asleep on his shoulder on the bus just so you can sleep peacefully
sugawara kōshi is the type to..
- push people aside when he sees you're hurt, even if it means hurting others in the process
- give you random snacks he has in his bag for energy
- let you run his hands through his hair when doing stuff together, like watching a movie. he falls asleep at the 20 minute mark
semi eita is the type to..
- rewrite the corny ass lyrics he wrote about you in middle school in his free time. when you find the stack of papers shoved under his desk he denies any relation of it to you. (when he's not looking you take pictures of them on your phone)
i js made this rlly quick cz i needed to post smt so this isn't the best but it's fine.. I think?
Kaiser who can only cum when you call him a good boy
you are so right anon. smut, wc: 600.
How long has this been going on? It must be hours, room drenched in the pungent scent of sex, skin shining due to the thin layer of sweat covering your bodies. The dim light from the centuries-old abat jour was the only source of light, but it was enough to see the contour of Michael’s lips, shaped in a cute ‘o’, and the pathetic clench of his abs, at every gentle stroke on his hard mast.
“Liebe-” You pick up the blonde gentle sigh. You know what it means, “move faster”, but you were never particularly good at following orders, let alone used to being ordered around.
You tighten your hold on the tip, eliciting a broken gasp from the man in front of you. Your chest presses to his back, lips dangerously close to his ear “Bad boys don’t get any rewards, you know it.” You chirp, his pre, drooling and tainting your soft hand, pooling at the base, staining the blonde curls always trimmed with care.
The blonde man bites his sore, abused lips, wonderful blue eyes squeezed shut as a lonely tear runs down his flushing cheek. You know what is coming, the begging, his marble mouth preparing to do what Michael hasn’t done in years to reach the peak of his desire.
And it would take the blink of an eye for Michael to turn around the situation, to push you against the mattress and fuck you to his heart's content. But he does not, strong hands rather gripping the soft silk sheet of his bed, than groping the plushness of your body. He satiates his craving for you by feeling your thighs closing down his hips when a softer and dripping with bliss moan escapes his lips, by feeling your chest pressing against his spine, and your scorching lips on his neck.
Michael never dares to move, because he is a good boy and listens to your orders.
“Please, please.” Michael turns to the side to lock his eyes with yours, deep blue almost hidden by his dilated pupils, tears now flowing freely down his face and neck. “I’ve been- ngh.” The phrase gets choked by a moan, prompted by a delicious twist of your fingers on his tip.
“You are right-” His lips search for his, locking in a kiss that is all spit and tongues. The rhythm of your hand speeds up. His thighs clench hard, muscles hard under the soft skin as the man tries to stay still, but cutely fails as his hips roll into your hand, each thrust more desperate. You break the kiss, a droll fall from the corner of his mouth, eyes almost squeezed shut with pleasure, long blonde lashes stuck together.
Yeah, all of this, thanks to you. The power imbalance makes a shiver lick down your spine, making you grind against your covers and soon, you bet, on something way more receptive.
“You are my good boy. Cum for me.” Michael squeezes his eyes shut, your low voice breaking the last ounce of control he has, and more importantly, showing you how good he is at following your orders.
His back arches, thick ropes of semen staining his abs as you slow your rhythm, making sure to draw out his orgasm. The man slaps your hand off, overstimulated to the point of discomfort. You don’t say anything, just moving towards the opposite edge of the bed, to let Michael lie down, blonde and blue strands rolling down your thighs, as you caress his face.
“I think…” Michael’s breath is still heavy, and his eyes are closed as he speaks, thick fingers brushing against his sore lips. “This good boy deserves a taste of his reward.” Michael looks up, index and forefinger shaped in a V on his open mouth, white teeth shining in malice, as his tongue licks the empty space between the two fingers.
You don’t have the strength to deny your boy's desire.
yuji and choso's ambigious warning will be the death of you.
what's happening? why is sukuna coming? what's he going to say?
honestly, you would've liked it better if sukuna caught you by surprise. you wouldn't be pacing around your apartment like a madwoman. it gets to a point. a point where the four walls of your apartment feels like a confinement, bouncing the same anxiety-riddled thoughts onto you.
you have to get out of here. now.
grabbing your keys and your phone, you make a swift exit out of your apartment. going down the elevator, exiting the complex. you can't see sukuna right now. if you do, you know you'll fold. if he says something that's going to hurt you, you don't know if you'll be able to handle the pain again. when did you let it get this bad?
as you're walking through the cold night, trying to leave the grounds of your apartment complex, a hand grabs your wrist.
a strike of lightning illuminates the sky, the streetlight you're standing under, flickering.
right there and then, you're gone.
"y/n."
his breath is ragged as if he ran to catch you. right before you were about to leave.
"please," he whispers.
you can't bring yourself to look at him, let alone turn around. you can feel him. despite the chilly air, his presence makes itself known. the commanding structure tearing through the force of nature. it's intimidating at the very least.
"look at me."
"no."
"please, i know what i did. just look at me please," sukuna speaks gently. you never knew he could sound like that. so soft, gentle, like his voice was a part of the orchestra played by the wind and the stray leaves it took into the air.
"i'm not here to fight with you," he continues. "i want to make it right again."
i know. it sucks that i know that's why you're here.
"i told you that i'm done with you," you say, but it sounds more like you're trying to convince yourself. it's not over. it's never really over with him. "leave."
"i can't," he answers.
"i moved on, sukuna," you state with a strong exhale. "i'm not going to do this with you anymore. it's over."
"is it?" he asks, slightly arrogant. like he knows. like he knows you could never be done with him. there was no moving on from him, no escape. like that point of contact in this very moment meant he could read every crevice of your mind, see how much of him its filled with. how you can't sleep at night, not knowing whether the two of you will ever work it out. how you wake up in the morning, pick up your phone to see if he's texted—whether it was something snarky about geto or about making things right.
maybe there would be one day you'd move on. forget sukuna. but, right now, in this very second, standing here, your heart palpitates at the thought of him. and he's manifested into your space, making it worse.
you make the mistake of peering back, bringing your hand up as to shake him off. except it pulls him closer.
you accidentally make eye contact with him.
his eyebrows are drawn in, eyes sparkling. crescent bags hang under his eyes, lips pursed.
and, as if all of that isn't enough, it starts raining. a bit at first. water spitting down at the two of you. behind him is the blank canvas of the night, lightning striking down the landscape.
your body turns before your mind can catch up.
you're alone, face-to-face after weeks of being apart.
"is it over?" he asks again.
you can't answer his question.
"i've been horrible to the one person who didn't deserve it," sukuna says. "you deserve happiness, security and love and i couldn't provide that for you. i left you when it mattered the most. i reacted unfairly towards you and others because i couldn't take it when you tried to move on."
he grabs your other hand, looking into your eyes, searching for something that is trying very hard to hide. it hits your heart, him admitting that he was wrong.
"i'm sorry, y/n," he apologises, gripping your wrist tightly. "i'm so fucking sorry."
for once, words don't leave your mouth. for someone who could out-talk the entire world, you're speechless.
"i'm sorry, okay? i'm sorry. fuck, i'll tell you until i die if you want me to. just take me back. let me be a part of your life again."
there's a whiny end to his words. still deep but slightly elongated. like he's trying to make the moment last longer by any means.
you sigh, "i-i don't know."
"what do you want me to do?" he asks immediately, barely letting you finish your sentence. the rain comes down harder, dampening your heads, "do you want me to get on my knees and plead? i'll do it."
"no—"
sukuna kneels down, never letting go of your hands. he looks up at you from where he is, large eyes too dangerous. your breath hitches in your throat and a small laugh comes out at last, "you can't be serious right now."
"i've never been more serious in my life," he deadpans. "i'm not leaving the ground until you take me back."
you stare at each other, letting the sound of the rain hit the pavement. no one's around you right now and even if there was, you don't think you'd be aware of it. your eyes are on him, consumed by him.
"it all comes back to you, y/n," he says. "i've never felt this way for anyone before, i don't think i'll ever be able to again. please take me back."
it's funny.
you can see his heart beating in his eyes.
begging for you.
a primal need for you.
the past few weeks have challenged every notion you've had of sukuna. his care for you, potential love, his temper and his way of thinking. but the moment he kneeled down, it answered them together.
his heart, warmth and comfort—it all comes back to you. you've managed to claim them. when you're not there, he can't handle them on his own.
"i need you. i can't be a man without you."
that agony is replaced with something lighter. butterflies flying in a meadow during the peak of spring.
you smile down at him.
you turn away.
he shakes your hands, "look at me. please. tell me you want to make it work. please, baby."
you know the answer.
you've always known the answer.
this is what you wanted. more than what you wanted, in fact.
you only expected him to talk to you. but to be begging you, full submission, knees grazing against the wet pavement? this is a man who truly cannot live without you. who are you to deny it?
yes, sukuna has done you dirty multiple times. he's been evil, he's hit people in your name and he has so much wrongness within him, but above all that, he loves you. and, if you're honest, this is making you realise you might be in love with him too.
this feels nice.
you might never get a chance to see him like this again.
perhaps you should play one last game.
one last game to drive him insane.
"what will happen if i forgive you?" you ask him, pretending to be serious.
sukuna looks around, mind running at a hundred miles, "anything you want. you want the ownership to my house? my shop?"
you laugh, "seriously?"
"yes. i'll take you on dates, i'll—" sukuna furrows his eyebrows and tilts his head at you, "you're fucking with me, aren't you?"
"n-no! i'm still mad!"
"yeah, right," sukuna blurts out. he yanks you down, allowing you to fall onto his hard chest. he catches you by the waist, "leave, then."
"you're trapping me, dumbass. how can i leave?!" you ask, smacking his hect.
sukuna looks away, dropping his arms to his sides, "go on, then. leave. and i'll probably run myself into a tree."
"are you threatening me with suicide?" you ask, grabbing his jaw to face you.
he shrugs, "no. i'm just saying what will happen."
"you are so stupid," you reply. "clean your fucking mouth."
"do you forgive me?" he asks again, eyes full of hope.
you're practically soaked in the rain. but neither of you could care. your answer would make or break this.
"if i didn't, i would've left the moment you held my wrist," you finally answer.
he's quiet for a second. mulling over your words. then, scrutinises over it, "so, we're good?"
"yes!" you exclaim.
"fuck, finally," he sighs. "oh, yeah. one more thing, i love you."
"i know," you nod. "i mean! i love you too, but i know."
"yeah, after this performance, how could you not?"
"i mean, i been told."
he thinks for a second.
then, he nods along as if understanding how you could've come to know about it.
"not mad?" you ask, surprised by the calmness.
"have a lot to fix with those idiots," he says, tucking your hair behind your ear, one hand holding your back to steady you on him. "lots to apologise for. but i'll save it for another day."
"o-oh? okay," you say to him. "so, like, do you want to keep being unlabelled with me?"
"fuck no!" sukuna shouts. "you're my woman now."
"elaborate."
"we're getting married next week."
you gasp. then, realise it's very well a joke, "you had me for a second. okay, that's like the craziest way to say i'm your girlfriend."
"for now," he says. "i'm going to marry you one day."
"have to ask geto first," you frown.
sukuna's face falls.
you wrap your arms around his neck, "i'm kiddingggg! is it a bad time to tell you that i used him to make your jealous?"
"i knew it," he sneers at you. "evil, fucking woman."
"hey! i'm your evil, fucking woman now."
"right. what misery have i entangled myself to?"
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SUMMARY ★ he believes you don't matter to him. just one more annoying fangirl. showing up to his races, being obnoxiously chatty and your flirting—god, does it end? sukuna dreads you. however, he starts reciprocating, as a joke, of course! until it doesn't feel like a joke anymore and he wants nothing but you on his side.
PAIRING ★ streetracer!sukuna x fem!reader
CONTENT WARNINGS / GENRES / TAGS ★ smau w/ written chapters, smut, angst, sukuna is a lot older than reader, older brother to choso and yuji, he was in jail for getting caught racing LOL, nsfw/vulgar jokes like allll the time, inumaki talks (UNFORTUNATELY), sukuna playing w her feelings, he is toxic!
your boyfriend bunny is so... him. he can be quite the sly yet sarcastic person, acting “all cutesy” for the sake of joking knowing damn well he isn’t (he is but appearance wise…at face value…he was scary looking and his condescending smiles didn't help).
he’s 191 cm and 98 kg of pure muscle mass, incredibly athletic and the rising star of barcha.
he’s big. his bmi and stats say it all, but his cock…jesus, it’s like a third leg—it really is. you aren't exaggerating when you say that.
you’ve been dating him for a while, and you really love being his partner. he’s a caring person despite his image being a “cocky, sarcastic egotist”, but he really cares. he’s an attentive lover and loves paying attention to you and your needs.
however, you’re at the point of your relationship where the most sexual things you do are fingering and oral (usually with you receiving, never giving), you haven’t had penetrative yet until you suggested it. you wanted to have sex with bunny, why not?
you’ve grinded against him when you made out with him, and he didn’t seem small or too big. you should be fine, you thought. he should be boyfriend size—that’s perfect; fine!
oh how wrong you were. how absolutely wrong you were.
he pouted, kissing the side of your neck while his cock kept rubbing at your clothed folds. it was damn torturous.
your arms were tied with one of his leather belts and you were bare, with the sole exception of your cute little cotton panties all soaked. bunny stood above you, an absolutely devious smile on his face as he feigned ignorance to your helplessness. your nipples were hardened from the cold air yet your body felt feverish, absorbing the heat radiating off of your boyfriend's current...horny state.
“something wrong, baby? todo bien?” [all good?] oh but the way he said it…you could pounce on him.
bunny’s pretty—he really is. but his cock…holy fuck, it’s insane. it was girthy and long, with a lavender-whitish happy trail leading down to that thing of his. his pink, mushroom tip was practically drooling pre-cum on you with every tap of his cock. but if you could guess, he was probably 7 inches flaccid…
“you’re too big, bun…” you squeaked it out, looking at him worried. that thing would fucking destroy you if he bottomed out in you.
“joder [fuck]…baby, you’d look so good stuffed with my cock.” his abs flexed with every slow move of his hips and you could seriously take a bite out of him. you'd seen him shirtless before, yet now, he looked absolutely delectable despite his small insecurity for his scars. he was beautiful...and yet, you were scared of his humongous cock.
he rubbed his cock between your clothed cunt, spreading your syrupy arousal out on the sheer fabric. you bucked your hips, rocking them the more your boyfriend specifically rubbed his cock against your clit, already aching.
“awh, honey, are you scared?” he was one condescending son of a bitch, with the way he simply mocked your concern over his dick and its sheer size. he placed his hand on your lower tummy, pressing down while his thumb pressed and rubbed on your clit roughly.
“mmm—not my fault you have such a big fucking dick-! mmm—g’na cum!” you wished you could slap your mouth off. you just gave your already-egotistical boyfriend another thing to add onto his list of “accomplishments”.
bunny’s face went from stunned to happy—eerily happy.
his hips bucked again, rubbing his cock against your panties harder, “is that right, cari [dear]? really?”
“c’mon baby, come, yeah?”
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ijustsawthebluelocks3visualwithkaiserohgodholdmeback also this is a repost from my old account 😭😭😭
Tumblr Blog Termination Warning – FOR WRITERS WITH TAGLISTS!
Yesterday my entire blog was terminated TWICE without warning by Tumblr while I was tagging the folks in my Pope taglist in the comments. There was no warning, no email. I just hit 'enter' and boom I got the termination notice.
Almost 10k followers and thousands of fics gone in an instant.
I raised a ticket and an hour later the blog was reactivated. There was no info about what I did wrong but an email that said, it’s been reactivated. I still didn't have one that told me why I had been terminated. Two mins later I went back to the taglist and picked up where I left off with the Pope taglist and immediately, as soon as I clicked 'enter' it happened again.
So, I raised another ticket.
It’s my belief that they’ve activated a bot to stop scammers from tagging loads of folks in those ‘send me money for fake charity’ posts they do, and unfortunately if you have a big taglist you’ll fall into that net too.
I’m not sure how this effects people who put their taglists in the actual post, but I imagine they’ll also be cracking down on that at some point if scammers start to use that method.
I just wanted to make everyone aware so that what happened to me doesn’t happen to other people.
NOTE: need me a catboy in my life tf. I also love just inputting shidou in the brothers business, like he has no need to be in this but I want him to be. Thanks for all the love on that first part 😛
That one night shifted something in Rin’s stubborn, hyper-fixated brain. Once he realized your bed was wayy softer than his, and that your presence effectively silenced the lingering ghosts of Blue Lock, the floodgates opened.
Rin became clingy. Almost unbearably so.
The quiet, aloof hybrid who used to glare at you from the safety of his corner was gone. Now, the moment you stepped through the front door after work, he was already standing there, towering over you with his arms crossed and his long tail whipping a frantic, impatient rhythm against your shins.
He completely refused to eat alone anymore; if you didn't sit down at the table with your own plate, he would simply sit at the kitchen table and stare at his bowl with a petulant scowl until you joined him (what a brat).
But the real trouble started with the scent of your office.
Several of your coworkers regularly brought their hybrids to work, mostly tiny, docile breeds with gentle temperaments who spent their days napping under desks and collecting treats from the staff.
Because you loved hybrids, you often gave into the temptation of giving them a quick scratch behind the ears before heading home.
To Rin, your return from the office became a whole ordeal. The second you walked in, his dark teal ears would perk up, and he would practically press his entire face into your neck, sniffing aggressively. The foreign scent of other, weaker hybrids drove his territorial predator instincts up a wall. He would hiss, a low, vibrating sound of pure disgust, and immediately drag his body against your clothes from behind, desperate to mask the offending odors with his own scent.
You briefly, fleetingly considered bringing him to the office with you just to appease his separation anxiety. That thought was instantly destroyed when you walked into the living room later that afternoon and witnessed him completely shred his sixth soccer ball, ripping the leather to absolute confetti with his bare claws just because he was bored.
Yeah... better not, you thought, sweating slightly. Your boss would never forgive you if Rin decided the industrial office printer was his next target.
His newfound possessiveness naturally spilled over into the nighttime. The guest room you had so carefully decorated was completely abandoned; Rin had officially colonized your bedroom. He didn't even wait for you to fall asleep anymore. The moment you climbed into bed, he would silently pad in, claim the exact center of the mattress, and burrow himself into the pillows.
He moved around so much trying to get comfortable that you eventually had to buy three more heavy, plush blankets just so you wouldn't get left freezing in the middle of the night.
And because he was a feline hybrid, the inevitable had finally happened: your pristine, crisp white comforter was now permanently covered in a tragic, undeniable layer of dark teal hair.
You sighed, rolling a lint roller across the neat sheets, and picking a stray teal strand off your pajama sleeve as Rin shifted beside you, his tail lazily draping over your ankle.
He was a possessive, shedding, soccer-ball-murdering menace, but as he let out a soft, contented huff in his sleep, you couldn't bring yourself to mind at all.
—
After weeks of watching him master the layout of your backyard, you finally decided he was ready for the ultimate milestone: a real walk to the neighborhood park.
Getting him out the door, however, was a massive ordeal. Before you even unlocked the front entrance, you sat Rin down in the foyer and made sure to talk some sense into him. You gripped your care guide like a gavel, looking him dead in the eye.
"Listen to me, Rin. We are going to a public space. If you start acting up, barking, or lunging at anyone, the snacks are gone for a week. And you will have to deal with the silicone muzzle again. Understand?"
Rin clicked his tongue, crossing his arms and averting his eyes with a moody huff. But he nodded.
You were so excited that you practically bounced on your heels as you pulled out your secret weapon: a heavy-duty leather leash that perfectly matched the custom acrylic keychain dangling from your house keys—the one engraved with both your names and a little heart.
Rin stared at the matching set, his dark teal ears flattening in sheer disbelief. He muttered something under his breath about it being incredibly tacky and "lukewarm," but he didn't pull away when you clipped it to his collar. What a party pooper.
He tried his best to maintain his stoic, unbothered persona, promising he’d behave himself, but he couldn't control his anatomy. His tail was whipping back and forth so hard it was practically thumping against the wall, a dead giveaway that he was secretly excited.
The walk itself went beautifully. Rin was the absolute epitome of a well-behaved companion. He walked beside you down the sidewalk with perfect posture, ignoring the passing cars and keeping his eyes glued to the path ahead.
When you finally reached the grassy field of the park, you let him drop his brand-new soccer ball—the seventh one now—to do whatever it is he does with a soccer ball.
The true test came when a pair of happy, overly enthusiastic canine hybrids ran over, one with yellow hair and the other blue, yapping excitedly and trying to play with his ball.
For a split second, you panicked, gripping the handle of the leash tightly. Rin’s ears pinned flat, and a dark, dangerous shadow crossed his eyes. But he took a deep, deliberate breath, and stepped in front of the ball to block them, and merely let out a sharp, warning hiss. He held back from absolutely tearing them apart, showing a level of restraint that made you beam with pride.
You even traded contact info with the owner of the two canines incase Rin wanted others to play with. You even managed to sneak in a pat on their heads. What a lovely pair those two make, they must be best friends. You thought wistfully watching Bachira, and Isagi pester Rin.
He was so incredibly good that on the way back, you decided he deserved a massive reward. You stopped by a high-end traditional restaurant and ordered a special, premium takeout container of Ochazuke, savory green tea poured over delicate dashi, rice, and seared salmon.
The moment you both got back home, you unclipped his leash, and Rin practically flew to the kitchen. He happily devoured the warm meal, his tail swaying in pure bliss as he tasted the rich broth. A sight you rarely get to see.
The heavy warmth of the food, combined with the sensory overload of his first big outing, caught up to him instantly. Minutes after finishing dinner, Rin dragged his feet over to the living room couch where you had just sat down. Without hesitation, he climbed up, turned around, and completely collapsed sideways, letting his heavy head drop right into your lap.
He was out cold within seconds, his dark teal ears twitching as he drifted into a deep sleep.
Smile melting, you slowly, carefully reached your hand out. You gently pressed your fingers into his soft hair, petting him as he let out a deep, rumbling purr that vibrated right against your thighs.
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Now, Rin was basically domesticated—or, at least, as domesticated as a prideful, apex predator hybrid would ever allow himself to be. He finally let you do normal hybrid pet things, like dressing him up in the expensive designer loungewear you bought him. It was honestly offensive how good he looked in everything.
You doted on him relentlessly, entirely ignoring his constant, dramatic grumbling and complaints. You know he secretly likes it.
It was an ordinary, lazy Sunday afternoon. Rin was melting into your lap, his heavy head resting comfortably on your thighs while you lazily shook a fluffy dangling teaser toy above his face. His dark teal ears twitched, tracking the feathers. Occasionally, he would huff, swatting at it with a single finger and muttering, “Put it closer to my face, idiot.”
The peaceful silence was broken when your phone suddenly began to blare from across the room.
With a soft sigh, you set the toy aside and started to rise. Rin let out a displeased, guttural whine, begrudgingly shifting his weight so you could stand, his tail thumping against the couch cushions in protest.
You picked up the device to see Shidou’s name flashing on the screen. Shidou was a fellow hybrid owner and your chaotic childhood friend, currently living abroad for work. You swiped answer, and the speaker immediately exploded with his loud, unfiltered voice.
"Yo! What's up, slacker?!" Shidou cackled by way of greeting.
You chuckled, leaning against the kitchen counter. "Hey, Shidou. I'm good. How's Madrid treating you?"
"Amazing! The energy here is insane!" Shidou rambled, before pausing. "Oh, by the way, I finally did it. I adopted my own hybrid. Absolute genius, this guy."
"Oh, really? I actually heard about that a while ago," you replied, smiling. "Congratulations. What kind did you get? I actually just adopted one recently, too."
Shidou hummed over the line. "Mine’s one of those predator breed type. What about yours? What’s the paperwork say?"
You racked your brain, recalling the complex classifications listed on Rin's official adoption documents from the Second Chance Foundation.
"Uh, let's see... his file classified him as an ultra-rare, high-risk feline predator variant. Specifically an Arctic-boreal pantherine hybrid, don’t ask me what that is, I don’t even know. But they’re extremely territorial and their aggression is off the charts.”
There was a sudden, dead silence on the other end of the line. Then, Shidou burst into a loud, hysterical fit of laughter that nearly blew your eardrums out.
"No way! You've gotta be kidding me!" Shidou wheezed, slamming his hand against a table on his end. "Holy shit! Mine’s from the exact same litter!"
Your breath hitched. "What?"
"Yeah! The shelter told me his backstory when I cleared the background checks," Shidou yelled cheerfully. "I adopted a hybrid named Sae! Sae Itoshi!"
The name hit you like a wave. Your mind instantly flashed back to that first day in the isolation corridor of the sanctuary—the tired staff attendant flipping through a clipboard, explaining Rin’s history.
'He was actually rescued alongside his older brother, Sae... Sae was adopted by that foreign football player last month... when Sae left, Rin's abandonment issues got worse...'
"Sae..." you whispered.
Shidou’s loud voice broke through your stunned train of thought. "Hey, you still there? Listen, this is perfect! I'm actually flying back to Japan later this year. We’re totally meeting up. A family reunion type of shit, you know? The brothers gotta see each other!"
Before you could even process the absolute chaos of a reunion between Rin and the brother who inadvertently broke him, a crashing sound echoed from Shidou's side of the phone.
"HEY! Drop that! Drop it right now, bad Sae!" Shidou suddenly screamed away from the receiver. He huffed back into the phone, "Gotta go, babe! Sae’s tryna rip my uniforms. See ya!"
Then the line went dead.
You stood frozen in the kitchen, staring blankly at your phone screen, trying to comprehend the cosmic coincidence of it all. But you weren't allowed to ponder it for long.
A heavy, warm weight suddenly crashed into your back. Rin had crept up behind. Annoyed by your long absence, he pressed his chest firmly against your back, draping his broad shoulders over yours. His tufted ears brushed against your cheek, and his long tail wrapped tightly around your waist, forcefully dragging you backwards toward the couch.
"You're ignoring me for a stupid phone call," Rin muttered into your neck, his voice a deep, possessive growl as he squeezed you tighter. "Drop the phone. Put the toy back in my face."
You melted against his warmth, hiding your growing panic behind a soft smile. You would have to deal with the reality of Sae and Shidou later. For now, you had a very grumpy, very clingy hybrid to appease.
"i didn't expect you to actually invite me over," you say as you place your phone down.
the groupchat continues to blow up but you decide to take care of it in the morning. right now, you had a man with beefy arms spooning you in his bed.
"me neither," he grumbles.
you turn around, facing him, "am i that irresistible?"
"you wish," he scoffs.
"then tell me why i'm here."
he sighs, "i wish i knew."
the uncertainty in his words puts you in a dreamlike stance. you're not really thinking about the negatives—more of the possibility, the likelihood of this transpiring into reality.
there's nothing you want more.
"what's your first name?" you ask.
"you don't know?"
"never got to know. i want to know more about you. i feel like i never have," you explain.
his eyebrows shoot up like he wasn't expecting that from you.
"it's ryomen."
you fake moan at the sound of it, "sooo hot~"
he lands a small tap on your butt, playfully, "would you stop that?"
you bite your lip to stop another moan from coming out. he looks at you, daring you to moan again so you can face the consequences of your actions. you digress.
"anyways, you're like a mystery to me," you continue. "i wanna know everything about you, what you think about and all that cornball stuff."
sukuna's fingers twitch around your waist. his expression is somewhat perplexed at your words.
"careful, you're starting to sound emotionally invested," he says.
you pull back slightly, "so?"
"i warned you that day. you don't know who you're dealing with," he states.
you laugh, "and i told you i know. i fucking dare you to mess up again. you'll see what happens."
"big talk for someone who came to cuddle with me."
"says the one who invited me over."
"yeah, the one that missed me."
"i could do this all night," you say, poking his chest.
"almost forgot that you're barely tolerable."
"okay, but like, why don't you want to fuck me?" you ask him. "like i feel like you're this big, ole freak. i thought i'd be screaming my brains out by now but we're fricking cuddling in bed."
"is that a problem to you?" sukuna asks.
"kinda."
"you talk too much," he sighs, closing his eyes. "i'm going to bed."
"that's not an answer," you rebut.
"it is."
"is not."
"is."
"do you want to do this all night?" you ask.
sukuna opens his eyes again, takes you in, "i don't know. i used to think it was a game. before, i planned and schemed on how i'd get a girl in bed with me. how do i act in front of her? how can i please her? with you, it doesn't feel like that. just feels like i'm existing on a cloud or some shit, 'cos you're not performing either. you're just naturally a horny freak who's obsessed with me."
you feel your heart warm at hearing his words but slightly get up anyways, "okay, i was gonna say you're so sweet, but that last part pissed me off."
sukuna chuckles, "you're a strong woman and you take no bullshit from anyone." he pauses, as if thinking over his words carefully, "i will admit you scare me a little bit."
"figured that out," you curtly smile. "so, you don't think about having sex with me at all?"
"i do."
"will you elaborate?" you ask, looking at him expectantly.
sukuna lets go off you and turns the other way around, his broad back facing you, "good night, loser."
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AUTHOR'S NOTE ★ GUYS MY TAGLISTS ARE CLOSED!! im so sorry but i cant add anymore people hUHUHUHU i alreayd have 3 </33
SUMMARY ★ he believes you don't matter to him. just one more annoying fangirl. showing up to his races, being obnoxiously chatty and your flirting—god, does it end? sukuna dreads you. however, he starts reciprocating, as a joke, of course! until it doesn't feel like a joke anymore and he wants nothing but you on his side.
PAIRING ★ streetracer!sukuna x fem!reader
CONTENT WARNINGS / GENRES / TAGS ★ smau w/ written chapters, smut, angst, sukuna is a lot older than reader, older brother to choso and yuji, he was in jail for getting caught racing LOL, nsfw/vulgar jokes like allll the time, inumaki talks (UNFORTUNATELY), sukuna playing w her feelings, he is toxic!
saiki and teruhashi as "legendary lovers" like the Katy Perry song
saiki is psychic and basically has every power in the world (considered as god)
meanwhile teruhashi naturally has the ability to manipulate people with her beauty and natural charms, plus she kinda has a telepathic ability (considered as god's favorite)
PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE IM BEGGING
hq boys degrade or praise with nekoma and inarizaki men pretty please with a cherry on top?
you ask and you shall receive!
would these hq boys degrade or praise? pt.2
ft. INARIZAKI and NEKOMA
NEKOMA
kenma kozume
PRAISE!! genuinely the most submissive haikyu character ik.. would beg a LOT + whine when overstimulated
kuroo tetsurou
praise! probably with some pet names here and there
- “you're doing so well for me baby, keep going”
INARIZAKI
suna rintaro
50/50. i mean he'd definitely get smug at some point and start teasing degrading you, but i think he'd also love how you'd react when he'd praise you
osamu miya
praise!!
- “just like that”
- “keep doing that with your hips..”
atsumu miya
low-key, 50/50! similar to suna, he'd def get cocky at some point and start teasing and degrading you but he'd definitely start praising you towards the end.
kageyama loves your laugh. he loved it when you were kids and you laughed at the mean kids who were calling him names.
kageyama loves your laugh. he loved it when he chased you around the park and you giggled stupidly.
kageyama loves your laugh. he loved it when you two snickered about someone walking by.
kageyama loves your laugh. even when you were laughing at some other guys' jokes.
kageyama loves your laugh. even when you made fun of him for failing his english exam.
kageyama loves your laugh. he loves admiring you from afar as you talk about random things with your friends.
kageyama loves your laugh. he loved it even when you giggled out of nervousness after your first kiss.
kageyama loves your laugh. he loves the way you tease him for blushing when you compliment him.
kageyama misses your laugh. the echoes of your giggles and your teasing plague his mind after your breakup. it just wouldn't work. volleyball and life got in the way.
kageyama misses your laugh. whenever he messes up in practice, you're not there to tease his other teammates to make him feel better.
kageyama loves your laugh. he loves it even when you're laughing with someone else on your wedding day.
