mel

smut reader aficionado, sick and twisted mdni, 21, F

[mollybun]

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currently writing…. brat tamer! harvery x brat! reader (and slowly writing requests!)

what i will write-

stardew valley, smut, dark kinks, sfw, poly/threesomes, dubious consent/noncon, yandere characters, maybe jjk and date everything

i only write for submissive!reader

i also tend to write about f!reader so keep this in mind before consuming my content pls

what i won’t write-

characters portrayed as underage, necrophilia, gore, death, scat, gun play, vomit, dom!reader, m!reader

[aesposas]

᧔ 伏黒 甚爾 ❤︎ dumbification with toji ᧓

𐚁 ₊˚ʚ c.w | smut :: p in v :: nerd!reader? :: degrading :: hair pulling :: swearing :: dom!toji :: spanking :: nicknames .

WHEN TOJI saw how intelligent you were, he couldn’t get enough of the idea of fucking you till you were too dumb to even answer a question.

“What’s wrong, baby? Can’t you handle it?” He mocked, he had you bent over the bed, pounding deep into you.

You couldn’t even reply, the only sounds coming from your lips were moans, tears streaming down your face from just the sensation of him buried inside you. He laughs lowly, a smug expression on his face. “Poor baby.”

He grabs your hair, tugging it back, your spine arching into the mattress. “Too fucking dumb to even answer me, huh?” He groaned deeply, his thrusts only becoming more erratic from the sounds of your innocent whines. “Mhhmm..” you moaned out, words failed on your tongue.

Your whole body jolted forward with each thrust, the headboard repeatedly tapping against the wall. The sound of skin against skin echoed through the room.

Your breathing became uneven as you felt your climax reaching you, your eyes squeezing shut as your walls clenched tight around his cock. “Not yet..” he ordered, but his movements didn’t slow down, you whined in disapproval, trying hard to push back your orgasm till he said otherwise.

But the way his tip continually hit against that perfect spot inside you, made it hard to hold back. Your pussy gripped around him, you couldn’t stop yourself anymore, your orgasm pushing over. Your walls fluttered around him as your body trembled, a loud moan reaching his ears.

“Stupid girl, did i say to finish yet?” He grunts, a punishing slap meeting against your ass, leaving a red mark blooming across your cheek. “Head so empty you can’t follow instructions either, isn’t that right?” He says his breath hitching as his own orgasm caught up to him.

You nod your head frantically, your body sensitive from your previous orgasm but he didn’t stop till he was done. He grabs your chin, forcing your head towards him. “Use your words.”

“Yes..” you sighed out, he spanked your ass again before soothing it over with his palm. Only a few moments later, his orgasm caught up to him. His head tipping back as he buried himself deep inside you. Ropes of thick release filling you to the brim as a groan escaped his throat.

He let out a sigh of relief, pulling his softening cock out of you, both of your releases spilling out your entrance, dripping down your shaking thighs. He leans over kissing your temple possessively. “My dumb princess, hm..”

ᨳଓ * .ﾟ a/n | thank you for 1.3k im so happy 🥹 request from this. ᰔ ᰔ

[gojofever]

you move like an animal♡ ︎

┃nobody knows Nanami moves like an animal behind closed doors.

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"a-aah fuck, Nanami~"

you're tied up to the bedpost, flat on your stomach, taking your husbands dick greedily. It's dark outside, indicating he's been inside you for hours now. His big hands push your waist further into the mattress, keeping you in place.

"F-fuck, stay riiight there, honey." he groans into your ear, sending zaps to your clit.

You met Nanami at the office. You fell in love with how gentle he was. He was so patient with you, going at a pace you were comfortable with.

The first time you had sex with him, you told him how you have a very high sex drive, and that you understand if that's something he's uncomfortable with. But he simply said, "Okay."

You were confused at first, but he quickly proved keeping up with you in bed wouldn't be an issue.

Who would've thought the quiet coworker was an absolute animal in bed?

"w-wait Nanami, too much a-aah" you mewl.

"Use your safe word then, honey." he taunts.

his thumbs swipes on your clit, making your back arch off the bed, but he keeps you right in place, making sure you take all of him.

You knew your safe word. He made sure it was engraved in your mind, and you should use it right now, but he feels so good inside your cunt. Pumping in and out in a pace that made you roll your eyes back. He's stuffed you so full of cum, it's oozing out.

"You're wasting all of my cum, honey. Keep it inside for me, yeah?"

He falls on top of your back and grinds deeper inside. He's so heavy and big in every aspect.

"I-I'm sorry, I can't control i-it."

"It's okay, honey. Just gotta fill you up with more of me, right?"

His arm moves to your neck, putting you in a chokehold; your chin sits on his elbow. He squeezes slightly, making you squirt all over his cock.

The night was far from over. But you're right where you want to be.

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A/N; short one but a good one! (i hope?)

[mollybun]

don’t worry i pinky promise i’ll lock in and write some filth teehee

[mollybun]

horny horny horny

[yummydummyangel]

Put me in a headlock puhhheasddedded daddy

[mollybun]

starting jjk

oh boy i hope nothing horrible happens to the hot men i read smut about

[alicenchanted]

⊹Acotar Headcanons⊹

Males as Daddy Doms X F!Reader

summary: These are my headcanons for some of the ACOTAR men as Daddy Doms, featuring Rhysand, Cassian, Azriel, Eris, Tamlin, Lucien, and some bonus character drabbles at the end! (Helion, Kallias, and Tarquin) 

word count: 4k in total, each character is under 1k

author's note: This was not self-indulgent at allllll nooo. If you’ve read my stardew fics you’ll know I’m a big fan of this one. If this kink isn’t your thing, please do not read! All characters are adults in this fic. If there is a character you don’t like, please just don’t read them. This took a lotttt of time for me to make :) Hope y'all enjoy and freak with me.

Warnings: Pretty much everything in the tags below, use of term daddy, use of term s/ut, degrading, knife use (no blood), some dubcon (alcohol)

[Tags: Reader is an ADULT female, DDLG dynamic, d/s, male control, exhibition, brat taming, face sitting, overstim, shadow play, very public sex, squirting mention, light degradation, primal, chasing, drunk/sober power play, eating out, forced orgasm, sharing partner, breeding, praise]

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Rhysand | Rules and Punishments

Being Rhys’s sub is a lifestyle. He’s the type to have your outfits picked out for you each day, a combination of things you bought for yourself with his credit card, and some things he just had to see you in. He cares about appearances, and he needs his girl dressed to the nines whenever he takes you on his arm through the streets of Velaris. Disobeying Rhys earns you fast punishment. He understands that sometimes you want to test your boundaries, but he’s quick to nip that in the bud before you start believing you can act as you please. He’ll have you bent over the nearest semi-private surface, fucking you to tears until he’s certain it won’t happen again. If friends are around when you break the rules, though, he has no qualms with letting them watch. After all, it's very inappropriate to embarrass him like that, so you must have wanted them to see you having your behavior corrected.

“Darling, I thought I asked you to change before Cas and Az got here.”

You held out a little tray of sandwiches, an assortment of cucumber and ham and cheese. It was Guys Night tonight. This morning, Rhys had laid out two outfits for you. One was a more modest sundress for when the boys came to visit, the other was a sexy little skirt he loved to see you in. You had forgotten to change, but you hoped your thoughtful behavior would distract him. 

“I forgot to change, I was busy making these for you,” you said with a sweet smile.

Rhysand’s shoes clicked across the dark wood floor of the Townhouse as he approached you. He took the tray of food and set it aside, his hands immediately falling to your hips. Your frilly skirt was short. Far too short for company. 

“What do you think?” He asked his friends, eyes never leaving your barely concealed plush thighs. You hadn’t realized they were here yet. You thought you still had time… 

Cassian and Az stepped out of the shadowy hall and into the cozy den, eyes on your smooth legs and wide hips.

“I think it's downright scandalous,” Cassian said, unhelpful as always.

“I’m sorry,” you cut in, trying to silence Cas.

“Ah, ah, ah. Hush. You know the rules. When I ask you to do something, you do it.” 

“I didn’t mean to… I’m sorry.”

“Sorry isn’t good enough, baby, Daddy needs to know you understand him.” With easy strength, Rhys had you bent over the arm of the couch in seconds, broad hand pinning your face into the navy fabric. The two Illyrian males lurking in the room chuckled as he drew up the back of your little skirt. You knew they were aware of your… dynamic with Rhys, but this was something else entirely.

“I don’t even have to take it off of you, that’s how short this skirt is,” Rhys murmured darkly as he tugged your panties down with one hand, the other already unzipping himself. “You must have really wanted our attention, hm?”

“No, Daddy, I didn’t, I swear…” The sound dragged from your lips, warping into a moan as Rhysand filled your pussy in one thrust. 

Somewhere in the background, Azriel sucked in a breath at the sight, and Cassian laughed wickedly. You quickly lost track of them, though, as Rhysand began to thrust. The couch scratched across the floor with every movement of his strong hips, likely leaving scuffs, but he would show them off with pride.

Rhysand thrust harder and hit your spot dead on, drawing out a squeal from you. “Oh, she likes that,” Rhys said with a smug little laugh, one hand digging into your hip to hold you steady while the other gripped the nape of your neck, forcing you to take it. “Loves being put in her place in front of company.”

“I don’t,” you insisted, your little voice coming out quiet and muffled. 

“Yeah, you do, your sweet pussy is dripping on the couch, baby. You better not cum…”

“I’m gonna,” you moaned. 

“Should I let her?” Rhys’s grin was devilish as Azriel denied you.

“No, only good girls get to cum,” Az said, watching intently.

Rhysand leaned over your body to whisper in your ear as you trembled. “Maybe next time you’ll listen to Daddy.”

Cassian | Brat Taming

Cassian loves it when you push his buttons. He loves a good tease, feeling you touch him right before he goes out to train, giving him a hard on to deal with before he can go out there. He loves hearing you talk smack about how you’re bigger and stronger than him, even when you walk around utterly dwarfed by his broad shoulders and even broader wings. He lets you talk smack up until you’ve pushed just a little too far, until no combination of innocent blushing and smiling can take back what you’ve said. That’s when he puts you in your place. Cassian isn’t afraid to manhandle you into a mess of broken moans, fucking you until you’re singing his praises again and completely aware of your place. He knows how to make a bad girl want to be good, just to be rewarded with the rough fucking you wanted all along.

“Is that what you call a parry? Azriel’s blade nearly sliced you in half.”

“Did not,” Cassian called back, teeth bared in a snarl. The two Illyrians had been going back and forth at each other all day, sweating through their leathers, and you knew Cassian would not be in the mood for you. You just couldn’t help yourself.

“Have you tried actually hitting him? I hear that’s the easiest way to win.” You smiled smugly as he finally conceded the win, dropping his sword into the dusty training dirt.

Azriel held his hand out, shaking Cassian’s. Cassian smiled at his friend, taking the loss… remarkably well.

He turned toward you at the edge of the ring, stalking over to you. You were so distracted by the sweaty gleam of his muscled arms that you didn’t notice the look on his face. Angry, and maybe just a little hungry for you.

“That was pathetic- ah!”

Wordlessly, he scooped you into his arms, wings stirring up dust as he leapt into the sky, flying you back to the House of Wind.

“Cassian-”

“You’re a brat, you know that…” he muttered, carrying you straight to his bedroom.

“Duh…” you drawled. Your confidence only sparked his ire, and Cassian dropped you to your feet before shucking off his leathers. Mmm, he was gorgeous.

“Well?” he asked, leaning back on the bed.

“Well what?” You blinked, not quite understanding.

“Go on. You clearly want to be in control, telling me how to fight, pretending you know everything… so take control.”

Your eyes widened, cheeks going bright red as he lay there before you, cock hard and thick and standing proud. “You want me to-?”

“Yeah, come here and show me who’s boss.” He pointed to his face, his long hair splaying out around him as he lay back on the bed, wanting you to sit. 

You didn’t move, frozen in place. You thought after all that he would be eager to pound you into the bed until you drooled, not… prove a point. Cassian smirked as you stood there. “What, not so high and mighty now, huh? 

“No, Daddy…” you mumbled quietly, face completely red.

“That’s what I thought. Now come sit on my fucking face, little brat.” 

You crawled onto the bed and his big hands lifted you by the waist as soon as you were in range. He settled you onto his face, his full lips slotting themselves against your clit as he began to lick and suck eagerly.

“Cas-” 

“I know,” he said against your folds, breath caressing your sensitive skin. “You want this cock, huh?”

“Yes, Daddy…” 

He slid a long finger into your entrance, curling it slowly. “Say please and maybe I’ll fuck you after I stretch you out."

Azriel | Overstimulation

Azriel may be quiet, but he certainly won’t rest until you’re anything but. He loves pushing you to every limit until you’re crying for him to stop, the pleasure much too intense for your body. Every plea for a break that he feels you haven’t earned only adds another orgasm to the tally. And not only he feels this way, no, his shadows love seeing you fall apart. As an extension of Azriel, they naturally agree with his feelings, but they are somehow even more possessive and twisted than he is. If you squirm before finishing your third orgasm, they’ll pin your legs apart for Az, keeping you wide open to his touch. If he’s busy fucking you, they’ll take care of your other sensitive spots, coiling around your nipples and suckling your clit until you scream. 

“Not again, please, Az,”

“That’s one more.”

“Please, Daddy,” you corrected quickly, but the damage was done. 

Azriel pinched your clit gently, a warning of what was to come. He loved watching you like this, frantic and mindless with pleasure, especially when you could focus on nothing else but his touch.

His shadows had settled over your eyes to block out the rest of his bedroom, where you stood pinned to the wall. Every drag of Az’s warm fingers up your hips and beneath your breasts tingled more than usual now that you were blind and unsteady. 

“You can take it, I know you can. Just one more.”

“I can’t…”

“You’ve taken more than this before,” Az  said, pressing teasing kisses to your clit. You had never hated being blinded quite as much as right now. 

Pinned to the wall with Azriel kneeling before you… fuck, you wanted to see him. “You’re so cruel.”

“Cruel? I’ve let you cum twice, I think that’s pretty kind of me.”

“You made me cum twice…”

“I think that’s the same thing.”

“It’s not- ngh-” you whined as a cool, soft substance traced up your leg, dipping inside your cunt to curl inside you. “Fuck.”

Azriel hummed with pleasure. His shadow curled deeper into your core, searching for the sweet spots that made your eyes roll back. It seemed to purr as your cunt twitched and fluttered around it. “It seems they’re just as excited to see you melt…”

You gasped as Azriel licked up your clit, your temporary reprieve now over. You tried to pull your hands free, but they were secure. Silk-lined metal cuffs looped them above your head, where one of Azriel’s sickening seven inch knives pierced the metal into the drywall. Yeah, you weren’t getting free. 

Sweat dripped down the back of your neck as he began to eat you out in earnest. Legs shaking, you struggled to keep yourself standing with every pass of his tongue over your swollen bud. His shadows became relentless, the one inside you tracing over your cervix and pushing against your walls. 

“One more, baby, give Daddy one more.”

Eris | Exhibition

Allowing Eris to take on the role of being your dom would be an utter mistake. He’s far too cocky for it to be a secret. It starts with telling his men, until you hear whispers from the knights every time you pass by. A few weeks down the line he’s got you sitting half-naked on his lap while he lounges in his throne.  He doesn’t mind other people seeing what’s his. He wants everyone to know how beautiful you are, and just how pathetic you are for him. Every squirm cues another comment about how slutty you look. You’re desperate, and he knows it. And if you’re that desperate, what’s stopping him from spreading you open right there in the throne room? He wouldn’t want his sweet little girl to suffer any longer…

“Behave, pet.”

“I’m trying,” you whispered. The dress you were wearing could hardly be called a dress. It was merely two swaths of fabric, curving down from your shoulders and over your breasts. It was only held in place between your thighs by an ever so thin gold belt. Gold, and red fabric. Eris always had you dressed in Autumn’s colors. His colors, now.

After killing Beron, he had seized you as his own, even before he had seized his lands. 

“Trying to grind on me will get you punished, you know.” Eris rested his chin lazily against his palm, his other hand firmly gripping your hip. You couldn’t help but move, you were right on his cock. You felt it harden beneath your soft, barely clothed rear, but Eris remained apathetic toward your desperate wriggling.

He shifted, sitting up straight, but his eyes did not leave the crowded ballroom before him. You gasped he pulled a knife from his boot and snapped the thin gold band holding your dress together.

“Eris-” 

“Hold still.” 

You dropped your hands from where they had reached to clutch the fabric of your garment. In seconds, the yards of suede freed your breasts to the viewing pleasure of the ballroom. 

A few males stopped dancing, but Eris waved a hand. “Continue.”

His command was firm. The dancing resumed, but more than a few stares still lingered on your body. They were drawn right to your thighs, where Eris was easily pulling them open.

“You’ve risked so much in disobeying me, I have to reward your efforts.”

“No-”

“Address me properly, or I’ll finger you until you squirt all over my throne.”

You mewled like a kitten as his thumb found your clit beneath a stretch of cloth. “Mmm sorry, Daddy…”

“And?”

“Thank you, Daddy.”

“You’re such a stupid slut.” His fingers sped up just a bit, rolling at the perfect pace to have your muscles locking up. You shut your eyes to the hungry stares that came from every corner of the ballroom as two of Eris’s long fingers delved into your pussy, tightening on your spot.

“Eris, please-”

“I’m not stopping until they see you cum~”

Tamlin | Primal

Tamlin as a daddy dom would be soft with you one moment, and absolutely rabid for you the next. As a shapeshifter, he’s always in tune with his beast form, claws falling out the second he smells your arousal in the air.  He’s terribly gentle when you need him to be. He’s not shy about fucking you on your period or through your mood swings, and he knows how to give it to you slowly, coaxing out your pleasure over the span of hours.  Sometimes, though, he just can’t control himself. After hours of staying up with courtly business, just seeing you walk past him is enough to get his blood pumping. And if you run? He’ll chase you down. Through the halls of his massive manor, out and into the prim and pretty gardens, especially through the woods he knows like the back of his clawed hand.

“Sweetheart, what are you doing up?”

Tamlin's eyes flashed from within the dim light of his study, the green of his irises nearly simmering gold with magic. 

“I couldn’t sleep, Daddy,” you said, a quiet whine for him. You had gone to bed in his nightshirt, missing the feel of him in bed. The long billowy fabric was nearly a dress on your body, his own stature making you look like a little doll in comparison.

He tilted his head up, scenting the lilac and fresh rain that clung to you. Instantly he was rising from his seat, the quill in his hand splattering onto his desk in a little puddle of ink. “Fuck, sweetheart… you smell like me.”

The warm faelight lamp behind him gilded his body, and you could see the silhouette of his claws slowly dropping free. He was careful not to hurt you, not unless you asked, but the sight of them was a sign that his desire was brewing. 

You backed up a bit, and he stopped in his tracks. “Darling?”

As quickly as you could, you scampered out of his office space. Darting down the hall, you could only hope Tamlin would give you a headstart. A low growl echoing from down the hall was his affirmative. 

Your bones trembled with delight at the sound. Tamlin’s voice was low and loud, only growing closer as you twisted through the winding corridors of the west wing. If you could make it to the ballroom, then you could lose him.

“Little Bunny~” he sang. His voice was perfectly steady, the complete opposite of your pathetic panting. Making it to the ballroom? You wouldn’t even last five minutes. “Gotcha.” A startled squeak escaped from you as Tamlin turned a corner in front of you, somehow having looped around to cut you off. “Did you really think you would get anywhere? Daddy always catches you.”

Tamlin threw you over his shoulder, towing you to the bed you were supposed to be sleeping in. “Naughty girl. Don't worry, you’ll be sleepy when I’m done with you.”

He carefully slid you down and into bed, nesting you in the thick downy blankets as he bullied his way between your soft thighs. His cock was hard, the broad tip leaking for you as he ducked down to lick up your neck. His nose was in your hair, then up against your soft skin. Any place within reach. 

“I’m gonna fuck you so good, you’ll never rid my scent from your body.”

Lucien | Drinking

Lucien would love making a mess of you with his charm. His roots are as a rake, and even though he’s settled down, he’ll never stop trying to make you blush as red as his hair. He loves bringing you to parties, flaunting you on his arm, and he also loves seeing you enjoy yourself. You’re so easy to fluster, it becomes a game to see how quickly he can have you begging to sneak off. Part of his routine in enjoying a party with you might be turning a blind eye to how many drinks you’ve had. Lucien can’t help himself, you’re just so cute when you’re drunk and needy and hanging all over him, blushing at simple eye contact.  Once he’s gotten you alone, Lucien is all over you, feeding you pleasure until you can’t even form a sentence. His words are always full of praise, letting you know just how good you are, even if you can’t stand up straight. 

“You can barely stand, love, we need to get you to bed.”

“I’m not tired.” 

Lucien laughed at the way you poked your bottom lip out, just coherent enough to remember to sass him. A gentle hand cupped your cheek as he kissed it away. “Don’t be difficult, you know what going to bed early means.”

Your head snapped up, cheeks flushing as you gave him a giddy, lovestruck smile.

“Cute,” he said with a grin, half carrying you up the stairs and out of the throng of revelers. “We need to put a limit on how much faerie wine you’re allowed to have.” He gently tickled your sides, coaxing out a bubbly giggle. “On second thought, I don’t know if I could go without hearing your laughs.”

Lucien held you up as you crashed through the doorway, managing to bump into nearly every surface on the way to your shared bed. 

“In you go.” You tumbled into bed and Lucien sat on the edge. He lifted your feet into his lap tracing the arch of the elegant kitten heels you had on. “My poor love, you must be sore.”

His deft hands unbuckled the strap of your shoes and he slid them off, pressing his thumbs to the arches of your feet to help you relax.

“Mm… feels good…”

“Does it?” Lucien pressed a soft kiss to your ankle, then carefully propped you up to peel off your silky dress. “Bet I could make you feel really good…” 

The dress pooled in a pile at the foot of the bed, Lucien not pausing to fold it as he spread your legs out before him and dove underneath the covers. Your muddled mess of a head couldn’t understand what was happening, not until the flat of his tongue traced up your inner thigh.

“Ah!” Your yelp had him chuckling as he left love bites along your skin. “Gentle. Please, Daddy.”

“Well, when you ask me so sweetly…” Lucien’s warm breath grazed your folds as he kissed along the seam of your cunt. 

“Not that gentle…”

“You’re awfully demanding tonight.” But he obliged you. His tongue dipped to circle your clit as he worked you to the edge. “My pretty girl.”

Bonus!

Helion | Sharing

Helion loves you far too much for his own good, and that means knowing exactly what you need, and what to give to you. He’s not the kind to turn down a night of fun, especially not when you look so adorable smushed between him and his men.

“Doesn’t he feel so good inside you?” Helion crooned, cupping your pretty, blissed out face in his hand. “You look so pretty taking your third load.”

“I need you, Daddy…” 

His golden eyes glinted with mischief as he brushed tangles of hair back from your sweaty forehead. You had been like this, on your hands and knees on the floor of the training room, for well over an hour now. “You need me? I guess your mouth is still available…”

Helion knelt before you, powerful thighs blocking out the view of the sweaty, hungry figures surrounding you. You could only see him, dark gold skin and proud, heavy cock as he knelt in front of your face. 

“Make Daddy feel good then, needy girl.”

Kallias | Breeding

Kallias’s first concern as a high lord has always been the children of his court, caring more about their safety than his own. He would love being a father, and would especially love the process of becoming one with your help. Even if you couldn’t have kids together, there’s just something about seeing you so full of him every night that drives him wild.

“Look at that,” Kallias growled, carefully pulling a little crystal plug from your used up pussy. His icy blue eyes traced your body, watching the steady dripping of his seed from inside you. “Kept it nice and warm for me, didn’t you, little love?”

“Yes, Daddy,” you chirped proudly. His long fingers slid through the sticky mess between your thighs until you purred.

“Are you ready for another round?”

“Another-?” That would be the third time this evening. Fucking like animals was the best way to ward off the mountain cold, but already you were sore…

“I’m not stopping until I see you with a cute little bump.”

Tarquin | Praise

Tarquin would take his role as your daddy dom so seriously. He will make sure that you never have to worry about feeling insecure again, that you are loved and taken care of at all times. Not only does he take care of you, he spoils you rotten. 

“My love… you know you can’t wear something like that around me and expect me to be able to work.”

Yeah, that was kind of the point. He had been ignoring you all day. Not on purpose, of course, he had to do his job as the High Lord well. For your benefit, and for the benefit of your people. But he needed to learn how to take a break sometimes. 

You perched on his desk, your soft rear almost completely exposed by the thin lingerie you had put on. “Pay attention to me now.”

He laughed, sitting back in his chair with an amused grin. He patted his lap. “Come sit, pretty girl. Let Daddy look at you.”

That was his mistake. Instantly you were straddling his lap, making sure to wiggle softly against his growing bulge.

“I should have known better than to leave you to your own devices for that long. Don’t worry, I’ll make it up to you.”

[mollybun]

Abt your bicep idea…heh what if the reader bit their bicep and that lwk turn the bachelors on

i love this

i think sebastian is a dom who is also a bit of a masochist. like he loves seeing the scratches you leave down his back, loves when he fucks you so good you squeeze his arms like you’re bracing for impact each time his tip kisses your cervix. if you bit his bicep, youre basically asking him to go feral and lock it tightly around your throat.

shane is always a brat tamer in my mind. you give him a nip at his thick arm and he’s going to make sure you’re gasping for air as he cuts off your oxygen.

harvey would think it’s cute, maybe let you get away with it a few times, but when you keep pushing him he tightens his hold on you. he pulls you in tight with your throat snuggled nicely in the crook of his arm as he just squeezes soooo tight. in your ear he’s saying something like “why you biting me, hmm? little thing getting hungry? don’t worry, i’ll give you what you need”

[loverboykirstein]

swear to me

ryomen sukuna x f!reader

word count: 20,474

warnings/tags -> mdni, dealer/frat!kuna, drug use, drug deal gone wrong, use of firearms, blood/stitches, mutual pining, hints of soft!kuna, gojo is an asshole i am so sorry, virginity loss, p in v, aftercare, baby yuji!!

based off this ask for my girl @slvtforsvkvna

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you wanted to go home.

painfully sobering up, sat on a dingy couch - satoru bouncing around the room to mingle - not keeping his promise that he would stay with you if you came to another one of his parties.

but he was your ride back home, and your phone was almost dead.

you knew most of his frat brothers relatively well, all except for one, the ryomen sukuna.

truthfully, you thought all the talks about him being scary and mean and an overall douchebag was just sorority slander after one too many lookalikes tried to sleep with him.

in what world could one man, a fraternity brother at a pretty decent university (it's no harvard, okay, but still), really be that bad?

you'd never seen him around, only painting some broken picture from word of mouth and blurry photos.

knocked out of your thoughts, a weight sat next to you, filling the air with dark cologne and the strongest weed you'd ever inhaled.

speak of the goddamn fucking devil.

"princess leave you stranded?" he settled in a little too comfortable, arm on the back of the couch near you.

"excuse me?" you cocked your head to the side, taken aback by his casual nature, as if he'd known you for years.

"satoru. he left you, didn't he?" a long inhale on the perfect blunt between his lips as he awaited your answer.

"yeah, and what's it to you?" you shifted to look at him, pulling a knee up and resting your forearm on it.

"chill out, mama. here," he leaned forward, pulling the blunt from his lips and handing it to you, "just looked lonely over here,".

like he read your mind, you really did need to chill the fuck out, defensive for no damn reason.

and you were lonely, but like hell you were gonna admit that.

it hit you like a fucking train, far too long of an inhale for your shitty lungs, coughing into your arm for an eternity while handing it back to him.

immediately your shoulders relaxed, pinched brows settling down.

"atta girl," he hummed, eyes glued to you. studying you. watching every flicker of your eyes.

you refused to acknowledge the heat crawling up your neck as he said it, trying your best to act casual, to mimic him.

he didn't seem mean. just, awfully straight to the point.

"what brings you out of hiding, hm?"

"fuck you mean by that?" he scoffed a little, pressing his tongue to the inside of his cheek.

"i have known satoru for 5 years and i was convinced you were one of those ghosts he makes up," you shrugged, "just surprised to see you…out,".

"you could've just knocked on my door," all he did was shrug before handing you the blunt back. "wait- ghosts?"

you knew you probably shouldn't take it, far too late and you eventually needed to make it back home, but really who were you to say no to a free smoke?

"ew no, that's weird," you shook your head, cringing at the thought of knocking on a stranger's door. "and i don't know, half the shit he says cannot be true,".

he let it settle for a moment, humming as he scanned the room, letting his eyes fall right back on you, cocking his head to the side just a little and huffing a faint laugh through his nose.

"satoru always said you were pretty, first time he's been right about something,".

you were half stunned, blaming it on the weed, but did the ryomen sukuna just call you pretty?

"straight to the point, aren't we?" trying your best to brush it off, to not be another girl just fawning over a fraction of his attention.

even if you definitely were.

"problem, doll?" he raised a brow with a half-assed smirk, eyes a little glazed over and canine peeking out, sharp and catching on the hazy lights.

"no," you shrugged, "i like it,".

"good," he stood from the sofa, putting his hand out for you. "c'mon, this couch fucking sucks and satoru is mackin' on some girl again,".

your body moved a hell of a lot faster than your brain did, taking his hand to get off the cracked leather couch.

he didn't let go of you, dragging you behind him as he walked out the side door, both of you sighing in relief at the cool air that wasn't clouded over in a dingy haze.

"fuckin' hate that shit," he sighed, nodding for you to keep following as he dropped your hand.

"what, the parties?" you kept your eyes down, watching each step catch up to his on the sidewalk.

awkwardly rubbing your wrist, convincing yourself that the buzzing in those fingertips was from the weed, and not the warmth of his hand now stripped away.

you didn't know where you were going, or why he wanted you to come with.

or why the hell you agreed, why your steps were matching his down a dimly lit sidewalk.

"yeah, just doesn't sit right with me," he shrugged, "plus i hate the beer they get,".

"hating the two most critical traits of being in a frat, doing a great job at being poster boy," you laughed at your own attempt at a joke, barely audible under your breath.

"oh fuck off," he nudged your side, looking at you hugging your arms, midnight breeze getting the better of you. "shit, here,".

before you could protest he was pulling his hoodie over his head, handing it to you like it was no big deal.

it really wasn't, but to your clouded brain the act was a little too sweet for such a supposed hardass.

it totally didn't make you choke on your own spit, the first time a man had done something so quickly for you, not even asking just giving.

it took everything you had in you to act normal, cursing yourself out behind bloodshot eyes for your heart betraying you, fluttering behind your ribcage.

you pulled his jacket on as if it were nothing, messing up your hair as you swam in the damn thing.

6'4 and the kind of muscular that makes your knees weak, all the more apparent now that he was just in a t-shirt, chest wide and waist tapering off enough to make you nearly trip over nothing.

tattoos trailing down his arms and wrists, streetlamps catching on his snakebites and nose ring.

his scent now all fucking consuming, sticking to you like glue.

you couldn't think straight if your goddamn life depended on it.

"you didn't have to do that," you shoved your hands in the front pocket, "but thank you,".

"i drug you out here, didn't realize how cold it was," he didn't look in your direction, head down and hair falling in his face.

"why did you drag me out here, hm?" you looked over at him for a second in time, hands shoved in his front pockets of his jeans and tracing the cracked concrete under the soles of his shoes.

"you're too pretty to be in that shithole, plus i was walking out anyways,". he would rather die than let you see the flush on his face, choking down whatever was making his mouth run dry.

"you keep calling me pretty," you really did try to play it off, brush it aside, didn't want to fall into the classic lines to get into your pants.

not like you would let him, anyways. you didn't know what the fuck you were doing in that respect, and at this point you were embarrassed about it.

"you are," he kicked a pebble down the sidewalk, cars driving by.

what the fuck were you supposed to say to that? thanks man, are you just trying to fuck me?

"thanks- uh- i guess?" you wouldn't dare let him see the smile that you couldn't fully swallow. even if he didn't mean it, it still made you feel all warm inside.

all he offered was a shrug, acting like he was talking about the weather while your fingers twitched in tune with the butterflies in your chest.

"if you hate all this shit, why do you stay? in the frat, i mean?"

the silence sat heavy. he never really thought about that. it just, was. besides having a customer base for drugs and a place to stay, he didn't give a shit about any of it.

no one ever gave him the time of day, just looking in his direction and whispering around him, a quick thanks and a pass of cash the peak of most conversations.

it was all superficial shit, a pissing contest with the brothers, or some daddy's money stage 5 clinger who didn't understand what personal space meant.

either way, no one ever took legitimate interest in him. just what his hardass demeanor showed. they could start more rumors about him for all he cared. none of it was true.

no one ever bothered to ask why he was such a hardass, jaded and broken in so many ways he didn't even know where to start.

so he just kept it that way.

"just used to it, i guess. place to stay, keeps me kind of in check," you caught the slight falter in his voice, the hint of distaste simmering in his throat.

"i guess that makes sense," you hummed, picking at your fingers still hidden in the pocket of his jacket. "if you ever need a place my apartment is open. my roommate dropped out so there's a spare room if you need it,".

who are you? you've known this man for 45 minutes max and you're inviting him to your apartment. alone?

you heard him laugh a little under his breath, shaking his head. "thanks, doll. i'll uh- i'll have to take you up on that,".

you felt like a teenager again, butterflies swirling in your stomach while walking through a poorly lit neighborhood, that fluttering silence a little too eager.

taking his hand from his pocket, he gestured you to turn the corner, smack dab in front of the gas station you always avoided because it was always too busy.

"we're getting icees," he looked at you, not up for debate.

he was stiff, still lost in thought, stunned.

"you get to pick the flavors then,". he opened the door for you, acting like his mouth didn't run dry again at the sight of you swimming in his jacket.

at the back of the store, you pulled two cups out from their container, handing both of them to him.

"lids," his hand held out, very obviously having a process to this that you would be learning whether you wanted to or not.

you watched him as he mixed the cherry and blue raspberry, a little bit from each until both cups were full. grabbing two straws, you led the way to the register, him insisting that you would not be walking behind him at any point in time.

you went to pull out your debit card from behind your phone, and he gently swatted your hand away before handing the cashier a $10, telling him to keep the change.

mouths now occupied with frozen corn syrup and food dyes, the silence didn't feel so bad. your high was slowly dwindling, mostly back to ground zero, realizing that you were in fact not making all of this up, and that sukuna was in fact real.

and not as much of an asshole as everyone made him out to be. at least not to you, anyways.

—

"hang tight," he opened the car door for you, shutting it once you were inside.

slithering past sweaty bodies, sukuna hurried up to his room- sliding a different key into all three locks he installed despite the rules on the resident paperwork- pulling out his duffle bag from the closet.

some clothes, some weed, and his little case of papers, and a quick swipe of his normal stuff, he rushed out- locking those same three bolts behind him.

before any watchful eyes could catch him, he slid back outside and scared you straight when he opened the drivers side door, throwing his bag in the backseat.

his car was nice, all leather interior and spotless, a red lighter in one of the cup holders.

music hummed low, just enough to meet the awkward silence as he realized he didn't have a clue where he was going. you pulled up the maps on your phone, setting it in the empty holder facing him.

a quick drive, you fumbled with your keys as he parked next to your car - obviously a tax bracket below his.

"it's nothing special," you mumbled while unlocking your front door, flipping the light switch that illuminated the open space, bulbs changed from harsh LEDs to warmer tones, easier on the eyes and far less clinical.

"it's comfy. i like it," he toed off his shoes, lining them up beside the front door, placing them right beside yours.

"i'll be right back, just gonna change real quick," with hurried steps towards your bedroom, sukuna didn't have any idea what to do with himself. he didn't want to assume anything, you didn't say he could sit down on the couch, so he just…stood there.

he wasn't used to being in someone else's space, especially one that wasn't a frat or some run down shithole meant for cutting lines and counting bills.

he rested his back against the kitchen counter, looking around the apartment, a slew of lamps and books, blankets littered on every chair, the soft hum of a diffuser filling the air with a hint of jasmine, your laptop and papers strewn about over the small kitchen table.

"you can sit down you know," you leaned against your doorframe, still clad in his sweatshirt, switching your jeans for some pajama pants.

you swore his eyes softened for a split second at the sight of you, blinking it back rapidly as he registered your words.

"didn't wanna mess anything up," he fiddled with the strap of his bag, still waiting for you to give him directions.

for the first time in forever, he felt embarrassed.

he was used to feeling out of place, taking up too much space, not being welcome.

he didn't know how to process being welcomed, being treated with normalcy coated in lamplight and softened edges.

laughing a little as you looked at the floor, you walked across the room, opening the spare room and turning the light on.

"this room is yours, don't worry about it. then come sit with me, 'kay?" you ushered him in, half joking but also taken aback by how… polite he was?

a little too stiff with it, but endearing nonetheless.

"do you like wine?"

"it's not bad," he tipped his head a little, taking his shirt off and throwing it on the bed.

"woa- i'll let you change," your face was hot. burning you alive, actually.

all muscles and tattoos under the cotton, a v-line so perfect you swore you were imagining it, nearly stumbling over your own feet as you rushed out and busied yourself with wine and glasses.

except you couldn't get the goddamn bottle open.

taking it with you to the couch, both stemless glasses in hand, you placed them on the coffee table, picking up the tv remote and sitting down, tucking your legs under you.

switching on some music to play low, you grabbed your phone to text gojo before he texted you after the last incident.

you did not need to console him again for thinking that you went missing when you called an uber once the body shots came out.

| hey, got a ride home. all good :) gn

not bothering to wait for a response that probably wouldn't come, you set it down on the table as well, anxiously looking over at the spare room, waiting for him to come out.

you prayed he brought more weed, your mind racing a million fucking miles an hour, heartbeat loud in your ears and restless.

finally, in a baggy shirt and sweatpants, you had to make the conscious effort not to drool at the sight.

setting his things on the table next to the wine, he looked over once, waiting for your approval to open the jar.

"when you're done, um," you looked down at your lap, playing with the strings on your pajama pants, "can you open that bottle? i couldn't get it-"

before you could even finish your sentence, he had the bottle in his hand, one twist and it was cracked free - too broke for the real bottles with fancy foil and corks- handing it to you without judgment.

"thank you," you hummed, a little anxious at his silence. pouring heavy in both glasses, you set down the bottle between them, pretending that you didn't usually just pull from it to save time.

it was mesmerizing, watching him roll. so precise, a blueprint imprinted behind those crimson eyes, fingers working by feel alone.

a long swipe of his tongue to seal the edge, handing it to you.

"c'mere," he flicked his lighter, forcing you to lean forward, eyes glued to his as he lit the joint for you, smirking as you inhaled.

it was far too intimate for your body to handle, practically short circuiting and dropping your eyes first, blowing the smoke away from his face and handing it to him.

"fuck your shit is the best i've had in a long fuckin' time," you leaned into your side, adjusting to face him.

"yeah?" the question slightly muffled under his exhale.

"my last dealer ghosted so, been shit outta luck and depending on satoru," you can't help but roll your eyes, a long sip to stain your lips. "which means i've been on an involuntary tolerance break for a month,".

"don't need to worry about that anymore, doll," he handed it back to you, turning to roll another. "keep it,".

you didn't realize just how high you were, mixed with the tinge of wine on your tongue, eyes hazy and dry, the clock on the wall forgotten.

"so," you push his bicep a little, unsure if you hid the tug on your lower lip at the warmth he radiated. "treat all your girls like this?"

"what do you mean?" less like a question and more of a statement, genuinely confused by what you meant.

"oh, uh," your throat closed with the worst case of embarrassment in the history of the universe. fucking dumbass. "i just assumed you had girls all over you, y'know?"

"no, i don't care for that shit," he was so stoic, tone not faltering for a second, almost devoid of feeling.

and of course, that made you squirm a little, the inside of your cheek bleeding with how hard you were biting it.

"really? i think you're the first guy i've-" another swig of wine for good luck, "ever heard say that,".

"just how i see it," he shrugs, finishing off his blunt with a final inhale.

"i like that," you offer a soft smile, blinking slow. "you're a good guy, 'kuna,".

you did a double take, the tips of his ears and bridge of his nose turning red, cracking his knuckles as a final grasp at composure.

"say that again,".

"what, 'kuna?"

"i like that,".

—

you woke up tangled in your blankets, not even sure what time it was or how you got to bed, lights down low and door cracked open.

water bottle on your nightstand and phone plugged in, stuffed animal tucked under your arm.

rolling out of bed still half asleep, you drug your feet to the kitchen to get a pot of coffee started, second nature by this point.

damn near giving yourself a heart attack, sukuna was already up, starting the machine for you.

you jumped straight out of your skin, before you clutched your chest and laughed a little, voice still groggy and sleep still stuck in your eyes.

"shit woman, are you good?" he stood there with his hands glued to the coffee pot, water shut off when you jumped.

"yeah, yeah i'm fine," you turned around, grabbing the coffee grounds and filter from the cabinet, setting them next to the machine that was practically older than you.

"you sure?" he moved next to you, flipping up the plastic lid and placing the filter in, followed by a few spoonfuls of coffee grounds and pouring the water in after in a gentle spiral.

"mhm," you nodded, reaching up to grab two mugs, mismatched and a decade old. "did you sleep okay? are you hungry?"

"yeah, i did,". he leaned into the counter, watching you open your fridge and holding back half a grin as you pinched your brows together when you realized you had absolutely fuck all in there. "and ye-"

"ooookay well i will be right back because i apparently don't know what a grocery store is," trying your best to cover up your embarrassment again, knowing you were really just broke as hell and made do with whatever you could half the time.

"let me get dressed then," he shrugged, palms pushing himself off the counter.

"no no, you stay put you're a guest here and i'm being a terrible host," you followed his steps towards the guest room, hardwood cold on your feet, rambling on trying to convince him you had it handled.

throwing a sweatshirt on and ruffling his hair in the mirror, he let you keep talking his ear off with a panicked jitteriness smushing all your words together with a single breath, digging around in his bag for his cologne, spraying it a few times haphazardly.

"hey, relax," he grabbed both your shoulders, leaning down to be eye level with you. "you're fine. go get dressed, ain't letting you go somewhere alone on my behalf,".

he spun you around, gently pushing you out towards your room, shutting down any rebuttals you tried to conjure up.

your face was burning, heat crawling up the sides of your neck making you itch, brain fried and scrambled.

you tugged on some jeans and a hoodie, trying to fix your hair and look half presentable all at the same time.

nearly sweating as you grabbed your phone off the nightstand, you caught a glimpse of him standing stiff at the kitchen counter again, a mirror image to what he was doing when he first entered.

"okay, shit, sorry-" you grabbed your keys, bending over to put your shoes on and sliding his over to him.

slipping his on, he opened the door for you, locking the handle from the inside.

"okay, um, where to?" you were nearly out of breath, too flustered to look up at him all the way.

"this way,".

—

a few blocks over, a coffee shop sat tucked behind a tattoo parlor, hidden just enough to go unnoticed at first glance.

he ordered for the both of you, blocking the card reader entirely when you tried to pay without him noticing.

sitting at a table in the corner, the image was almost laughable.

two college kids, eyes still puffy with sleep and remnants of smoke, unable to look each other in the eye and fidgeting with their fingers.

stealing glances between stares out the window, the brick pathway outside suddenly the most interesting thing you'd ever laid eyes on.

you couldn't get over the fact that all of it felt domestic. it almost felt like a date.

you watched him grab your pastries and coffees from the counter, shrugging his shoulders to adjust the seams of his jacket and shaking out his sleeves once.

his hair a little messy, hands restless.

your throat closed, breath hitching as your heart stammered a few times over.

barely able to swallow, you mumbled a small 'thank you' as he sat back down across from you.

the third sip of coffee melted the ice between you.

he told you about the first time he came here, cling wrap stuck to his chest with paper tape after staying at the tattoo shop out front all night getting his chest and neck done all in one session, body fighting shock and barely able to stand.

about his brothers, about how the youngest looks just like him.

you let him ramble on for nearly an hour, soaking up every coffee-stained laugh and crimson eye roll.

conversation drifted back and forth, carrying your steps back to his car next to yours, taking control of your actions and following him around while running mind-numbing errands, far more enjoyable when enthralled with every exhale.

your face ached from too many smiles, dry humor pulling out child-like laughter, far too loud for the cereal isle at the grocery store.

bickering like life-long friends as he refused to let you carry any of the bags, only letting you carry the stuffed kitty you looked at for a second too long, him running back to grab it before the cashier could read out the total.

you fought him on it, insisting you didn't need it, but you knew he wouldn't take no for an answer - met with a 'just take it, woman' before hiding the flash of pink on the tips of his ears.

icees perched in the cup holders, radio humming low as you talked about everything and nothing all of the same time, vocal cords hoarse with overuse.

—

"can i, stay? a little longer?" he looked up at the clock on your wall, realizing it'd been more than 24 hours since you let him inside, internally sighing at the thought of going back to the frat house - knowing they'd have some sort of something going on.

"of course, room's yours now," you shrugged, cutting up fruit in the kitchen.

"this is your place, though," he looked over at you, water droplets on your shirt from your shower still drying, placing each piece on a tray with a little too much precision.

"you don't like the frat house and you haven't killed me yet," you shrugged again, half a smile on your lips. "it's the least i can do after you paid for all my shit and let me smoke your stuff,".

rinsing the knife and cutting board off in the sink, you brought the tray over to the couch, setting it on the coffee table that you pulled closer, not wanting to reach as far.

"you don't owe me anything, honey,". he looked almost offended, brow furrowed like he was trying to figure out if you were joking or not.

"yeah okay sure," rolling your eyes, you picked up a strawberry from the tray and sat back into the cushions, body turned towards him. "whatever you say,".

"you're ridiculous," he scoffed, grabbing one as well, tossing you the remote and shaking his head, trying his hardest not to let the corners of his mouth curve up towards a hint of a smile.

"whatever," you couldn't bite back yours, directing your attention to the tv screen in a last ditch effort to avoid his eyes.

after scrolling through everything, you turned back to him, thinking a little too hard.

"alright, what's your favorite movie series?" you tucked your legs under you, holding out the remote for him.

"you sure?" he took the remote from you, hesitating.

"'kuna," you drew it out, queuing the dramatics in feigned annoyance.

"okay, okay, damn," his laugh was like fucking heroin, settling in your bloodstream with a warmth you never knew you needed.

you expected some sort of stereotypical college boy movies or shitty overplayed horror films, not, batman?

specifically batman begins.

nor did you expect to be up until the sun rose watching the next two, pausing frequently, listening to the sheer amount of lore he knew.

how there were at least 900 individual comics, the first one published before the second world war, explaining how there were multiple eras with varying storytelling - yet somehow all intertwining, different timelines occasionally intersecting.

how he loved the christopher nolan movies the best but despises him for ruining robin's entire story without even blinking.

how he's been building his collection of paperback comics since he was 12, spending any change he could at the bookstore down the street from his childhood home for every edition.

how he managed to get signed posters, completed arkham knight 8 times over.

that his first crush was of course the animated catwoman from the 90's, that he was batman for 6 consecutive halloweens until his father forced him to be something else.

that he had a stick 'n poke tattoo of the classic symbol done courtesy of toji that healed terribly, that physical copies of nearly every movie and animated episode filled bookshelves in his old bedroom.

you let him ramble on, a certain light flashing in his eyes when you settled in closer so your full attention was to him, cracking open two energy drinks and handing him one to ensure the night didn't end.

keeping your eyes on him as you stumbled around the kitchen, piecing together some sort of dinner, your chest felt tight, too full of feelings you didn't dare acknowledge.

for the first time, you felt at ease.

—

the only problem was that gojo could not know.

anytime you were with him, he threw daggers at any man who even thought about looking in your direction.

all his frat brothers had an unspoken rule: you were off limits.

apparently, sukuna never got that memo. or, didn't care.

meeting sukuna that night was some strike of luck you didn't even know you had, gojo too distracted with getting the girl of the night up to his room.

aka : he wasn't keeping eyes on you.

he always started the night with you. arm over your shoulders, getting your drinks for you, dragging you around with him like some sort accessory.

by the third beer and fourth tequila shot the energy always shifted.

he would get caught in conversation, slipping away for 'just a minute', leaving you high and fucking dry every time.

not to mention around campus, walking with you when he could, begging you to 'help' with his homework, promising to make it up to you.

did he ever?

no.

and you never put the goddamn pieces together.

gojo wanted you. but didn't want to commit to you.

maybe you were too blind to see it, or you lied to yourself every time to keep the peace and not lose every friend you had, all tying back to him in some way.

"hey, so," you tossed your phone down, pressing your fingers into your temples. "satoru can't know about this,".

"huh?"

"he'll lose his shit, he gets, weird about me hanging out with guys. i don't even want to know what would happen if he found out about you like, living here,".

"what do you mean 'lose his shit'?" you felt his energy shift, eyes narrower, pierced lips settling into a scowl.

"he'll just make a whole scene and he'll be clingy, well clingier than he already is but, i don't know i just don't want to deal with it," you were rambling, talking far too fast for a normal person to keep up with.

"the fuck? he's not your dad, and even then you're allowed to do whatever the fuck-"

"'kuna, it's fine. i'm used to it. i just don't want this to fuck anything up for you," you couldn't look him in the eye, heartbeat rattling your ribcage you swore he could hear the cracking of your bones.

"that daddy's money arrogant brat," he was muttering under his breath, head in his hands. "who the fuck does he think he is?"

"just, please don't make a big deal out of it? for now, at least?" he saw the way you were wincing, closing in on yourself, timid.

held breaths and grating teeth were the only thing filling the silence, ears ringing and twitches of panic.

"fine. for now,".

you knew you'd need to handle it, that you would inevitably have to swallow satoru's dramatics and subsequent alcoholic binge.

that he would get clingy all over, suffocating you and doing anything he could to ruin the man at fault.

you wanted to keep this little fraction of serenity to yourself, safe and sound within the chipped paint and rusted hinges you called home. for now, at least.

—

things fell into routine. a sickeningly domestic routine.

slowly moving his comics to your place, rearranging your shelves and adding new ones to allow plenty of space for each and every one, your apartment slowly meshing into a place to really call home.

his console sat next to yours on the entertainment center, controllers resting side by side as they charged.

mismatched picture frames on the wall meshed together, posters and pictures of his brothers next to your prints and polaroids.

his water bottles next to yours on top of the fridge, shoes next to yours by the door.

shared dinners most nights, whoever cooked dinner relieved of dish duties. even if you were nose deep in your textbooks, he would sit with you the whole time, not leaving until you finished eating at minimum, pestering you until you told him all about your day.

helping him with whatever assignment he couldn't figure out, him quizzing you for hours without you needing to ask.

his toothbrush next to yours in the bathroom, cologne placed beside your perfume.

if anyone came in, they would immediately second guess the whole 'just friends' notion you hid behind.

both of you writing on the calendar by the door, learning how to decipher his frantic handwriting when he remembered a birthday two weeks beforehand.

red lighter on his end table, chapstick on yours.

drawings from his younger brother on the fridge with multicolor magnets.

walking to classes together when satoru wasn't around, sharing notes and bitching about professors.

memorizing his coffee order, his shirt size.

washing your face while he fixed his hair, folding his laundry with yours.

cleaning the floors on thursday mornings, getting groceries on monday evenings after class.

on the days he had 'frat obligations' you felt weird. no longer comfortable in the silence you used to adore so deeply, leaving on some sort of music or replaying 90's reruns of that series he knew every line to, hoping you would absorb a little more of it each time.

you shared locations, mostly so he could pick you up from classes when he had the time, but you kept it open on those days, aware that his obligations really didn't last that long, nor that they required him to jump around town, knowing how he got his money, always fighting down the urge to check in on him when he was on another shady block.

the apartment no longer smelling like just your perfume and jasmine, the air now mixed with his cologne and shampoo and a hint of weed lingering in the floorboards.

he softened every now and then, falling asleep on the couch within hours of coming back from his nights at the frat house, dark circles slowly fading the longer he stayed with you.

you refused to acknowledge the butterflies in your chest when he held the blunt for you, under the guise of not wanting to ruin the nails he paid for you to get done after mentioning you'd never had them done professionally in passing.

you refused to believe that this was anything more than friendship, a crossing of paths with mutual benefits.

you told yourself that his eyes flickering to your lips when you talked was just his way of avoiding eye contact, that him patting your stuffed animals on the head when putting them back in place and remembering their names was just him mimicking you even if he thought you weren't looking.

each night spent watching him play his favorite video games and explaining the story, letting you put your legs on his lap and handing you the controller when after the enemies were defeated to let you run around while laughing at you getting lost again, filled you with a foreign comfort you never knew you needed.

—

while running errands one morning, grabbing a few bottles of wine and new dish towels while he was 'working', you stumbled upon a pair of matching pajama pants hung next to each other on the rack.

one pair in your size, one pair in his, matching batman symbols printed in the fleece. you didn't know what made you grab them, not even bothering to look at the price tags.

you doubted he would ever wear them, but the thought that he might had you swallowing a smile. all hard edges, thick black lines coating his skin, a permanent line between his brows and scars littered all over, wearing fleece pajama pants was something you had to try and see, even if it was just once.

running them on a quick wash cycle, you placed them on his bed, putting yours on after your shower.

he didn't say anything when he got back, always showering before he did anything else after his runs, then coming to see if you'd eaten yet.

except this time, he had the goddamn pants on.

"we match!" you kicked your leg up to show yours over the back of the couch, committing his smile he tried to hide with a few shakes of his head to memory.

"you're cute," he opened the fridge, pulling out a beer he did like, grabbing the half finished bottle of wine and a glass for you.

"whatever," you huffed, biting down on the inside of your cheek.

settling in to the all familiar routine, matching fleece added to the list of things blurring the lines between friendship and something more, something you refused to stomach.

for now, it was just, home.

—

| where are you.

| trying to peel satoru off me one sec

| coming.

you really were trying to get gojo off of you, just tipsy enough for him to confess his love to all of his friends, a speech you've heard a hundred times. endearing, but his arm around your neck was heavy, and you had better plans than waiting for him to spill beer on you.

you didn't want to be at another party, but you also didn't want to hear gojo plead again, that this one was important.

you weren't sure how a frat party could really be important, but it snuffed out his questioning and dozens of texts for the time being.

a few taps on gojo's shoulder has him spinning his head back, yanking you with him in the process.

"get your arm off her," sukuna's grip on his shoulder was bruising, forcing attention and making his arm go numb. his thumb pressing against the edge of his shoulder blade, arm around you falling and beer spilling on the floor.

"look who's finally out! guys- dude what the fuck?"

"i said get your arm off her," he grabbed your hand, pulling you with him out the door.

"the fuck is he doing?" gojo looked at his group of friends, half of them holding back a laugh and the others watching you leave.

suguru shrugged, hiding his smirk behind his red solo cup. "thought you knew,".

"no? she didn't tell me- don't tell me they're- fuck man," he threw his hands up in dramatic defeat, jealousy seeping through his fingertips.

"get over it, man, you'll have some chick in your bed by the end of the night anyways- look they're already drooling over you," toji threw a ping pong ball right at his face, hitting him square in the forehead.

no one else had a problem with it, keeping their mouths shut for your sake, and theirs.

truthfully, they were more scared of sukuna's threats to keep his arrangement with you a secret than anything gojo had shoved down their throats before.

meanwhile, sukuna had his fingers interlaced with yours, footsteps much faster than you could keep up with, opening up the car door for you and looking behind him before he closed it.

the car was already warm, watching him slide into the drivers seat with jealousy thick enough to taste not helping the case.

"sorry. didn't like his hands on you," he peeled out of the parking space, headed down to that same gas station you'd frequented a couple days a week with him by now.

"it's okay, not a big deal, he's… usually like that," you shrugged, chewing on your bottom lip.

"not anymore, i'm sick of him treating you like you're some fucking toy he gets to show off,". he pulled into an empty spot, telling you to 'wait right here. lock the doors' and disappearing inside.

you picked at the sides of your fingers resting in your lap, eyes wide as you kept an eye on each person that walked by, anxiously waiting for him to come back.

you felt safer, around him.

unlocking the door for him when he finally came back, you let go of the breath you didn't even know you were holding.

two icees, mixed perfectly, just like all the times before.

"i need to talk to you," breaking the silence as he reversed out, driving down a road you didn't know.

"o-okay," your breath was held again, worried you were breathing too loud, existing too loud, taking up too much space.

the air was so heavy, all you could hear was your devastated heart racing in your ears.

full blown panic, in the middle of fucking nowhere and he 'needs to talk', totally ideal.

parking the car at the edge of a lookout, one you didn't even know existed, he turned to look at you, eyes steadfast and burning holes in your shaking flesh.

"you know i deal, yes?" his whole body turned towards you, fidgeting with the bright red straw in his cup.

"i put two and two together," you were taken aback by him just now asking, paying for everything even when you refused, leaving at weird hours and location drifting across town in quick stints, always having weed on him without ever running out.

"i don't only deal weed," his sigh was heavy, free hand rubbing his face as to hide his guilt.

"okay," you figured as much, college kids always wanted more, wanted real party drugs. hell, even satoru tried to get you to roll molly with him on more than one occasion.

you remember toji doing lines off some girls stomach on the coffee table at the beginning of the semester, just to have to fight him for his keys because he was convinced it 'sobered him up' from 9 beers and 3 shots on a half empty stomach, forcing you to get suguru involved as he dangled them over your head.

you couldn't blame them too much, though.

you also knew that the market was bigger than just flower, your university built right in the middle of a city, enough to second guess walking home alone each time.

you knew there were territory lines between families or gangs or whatever else ran the city these days, sending out their weakest links to do their bidding, all about cash flow, missing bodies, and whatever they could get their hands on.

"that… doesn't bother you?" his eyes were wide, hands freezing, expecting you to lash out at him or scold him, dreading the inevitability that you would look at him different, or pull away from him entirely.

"no, not really," you shrugged, knowing it paid the bills and he couldn't exactly stop out of nowhere even if he wanted to. "what else do you deal?"

"coke, molly, shrooms. sometimes special orders - look what i'm trying to say is i'm not exactly safe to be around,". he couldn't even meet your eyes, the words straining his vocal cords as he tried so desperately not to crack at the seams, not wanting to lose the one person who made him feel alive again.

"you make me feel safe, though," you mumbled through it, heat crawling up your neck in embarrassment at the admission.

"i just - fuck - i need to drop you off at our place for a bit, i have a deal in an hour and it'll pay the rent for the next 6 months and then some," he shook his head, trying not to fumble under the weight of your statement, to not show how much it broke his heart to think that. "then i'll come back home, that cool?"

to think that someone like him, a drug dealer who carried a loaded 9mm in his waistband at all times, someone who had tattoos on their face and scars on their hands, someone who didn't know how to hold things without breaking them, made you feel safe, was fucking beyond him.

that you, the girl who bitched him out but still gave him a chance five minutes later, the girl who opened her home to a stranger and let him call it home, the girl who valued her education and found joy in the smallest of things, found safety in a walking felony like him.

"i don't mind, i'll stay in the car," you ducked your head to try and meet his eyes, huffing out a frustrated sigh when he didn't budge.

"i don't want you to get hurt," the admission faint but still audible, too scared to accidentally raise his voice or potentially come off cold, opting to almost not speak instead. vulnerability too foreign for him to stomach, uncomfortable letting the walls begin to crack.

you sighed again, setting your icee down, putting your hands on either side of his face to try to get his attention.

they were cold from holding that comically large cup, startling him enough for his face to run hot and eyes to shoot wide open.

pulling his face a little closer to yours, you tried your goddamn hardest to get his full attention, praying he felt even an ounce of the fear you stomached every time he went out.

"what happens if you get hurt? i don't-" you were grasping at straws, trying to get him to see the flip side.

"that doesn't matter-"

"it does to me," you dropped your hands from his face, hoping it would get through his head that you cared about him.

you understood why he didn't want you to go, and that was the worst part. it was dangerous, point blank. was it stupid? yes. but why would you let him do it alone then?

you knew it had to be a big transaction if what he was saying was true, and it didn't sit right with you. too much was on the line for this to be like a normal drop, his voice too low, hands too shaky, knowing he would've done the drop without say if he thought it would be fine.

there had to be a reason why he was telling you all this on a fucking whim, right?

there was no way in fucking hell he would be going alone, whether he liked it or not. you hadn't been truly stubborn with him before, only playfully when he asked if you were going to admit defeat during a video game or insisting you would do the dishes when he was damn near falling asleep on the couch.

"i-" your voice cracking for a second, not confident in finding the right way to phrase it and not sound like an overbearing mother. "you matter more than a couple grand. and i refuse to let you put yourself in that much danger by yourself. you can be mad at me all you want but i'm not budging on this, 'kuna,".

you watched his jaw tense, a sharp inhale through his nose, closing his eyes for a few seconds.

your heart sank, cursing at yourself for being too pushy, for thinking you had the right to say anything about what he did for a living.

shaming yourself for being too forward, for letting a sliver of your emotions come out, voice a little too loud and tone a little too stern.

you turned back in your seat, eyes glued to your shoes on the floorboard, trying your best not to cry.

the last thing you ever wanted was for him to be upset with you, to be mad at you, to pull himself away from you because you couldn't keep yourself in check, couldn't swallow your own pride for once.

the silence hung heavy, taking all the oxygen in the car away from you and forcing you to feel the ache in your chest.

it sat for too long. you felt your eyes well up, forcing yourself to look out the window to blink away the blur.

"you familiar with handguns?" your breath hitched, your nervous spiral brought to a screeching halt at the normalcy in his voice.

no anger, no hints at frustration, just asking you like you were talking about what to have for dinner.

"yeah, grew up with them," you forced yourself to look at him again, his jaw a little less tense than it was before.

you did grow up with them, your father having them in the house since before you were born, teaching you everything you needed to know as soon as he felt comfortable.

everyone you knew had the same logic - if they were going to be in the house, everyone needed to know how to handle them and have every safe handling skill known to man branded into their being.

how to aim, to hold, to drop the mag, to never ever point it at anyone unless you planned on pulling the trigger.

how to manage a safety lock, to rack and clear, how to disassemble and clean, making sure accidents would never happen.

it had been a while, you had to admit, but it wasn't something foreign to you.

"here," he sighed, reaching back and grabbing his jacket from the backseat, a heavy-duty carhartt zip up, insulated and everything.

then, he handed you his backup handgun.

serial number scratched off, compensator on the barrel.

unbuckling your seatbelt, you slid his jacket on, way too big but pockets large enough to slip the gun inside somehow.

thankful you wouldn't need to situate a holster, to have it wide out in the open due to the top you had on.

"just in case, better to not need it than not have it,".

you watched him adjust the one in his waistband, pressed hard against his abs.

"17 rounds in mine, 13 in yours, okay?" you nodded, praying to whoever was out there that 30 rounds would be more than enough regardless of the situation, that you wouldn't need any of them, for that matter.

"you don't have to do this, you know," he busied himself, fixing the jacket hood around your neck to hide the twitches in his hands, to quell the fear bubbling in him.

"i know," a soft smile rested on your lips, stained faintly purple by the icee, trying to convince him you were okay.

the drive felt like forever, gun heavy in your pocket.

surely, surely you wouldn't need it. right? it would be fine. just a normal deal. right?

but you couldn't ignore the pounding of your heart echoing in your ears, how clammy your hands were all of a sudden, or how badly you wanted to bounce your leg up and down like a restless kid stuck in a lecture to let out some of the nerves.

in a run down part of town, one you never felt all that safe in and avoided after watching the news for all of five minutes, he pulled into the parking lot of some condemned housing, another car already there.

you didn't dare show him the fear creeping up your legs and settling in your spine, dim lighting and lingering unease making your throat close up entirely.

that car, a murdered porsche, sat parked against a fence, out of direct sight from the road, engine rumbling with all the lights off to not draw any unnecessary attention.

you didn't like the way his brow furrowed, the way he adjusted his hips in his seat to make sure nothing was in the way of his 9mm under his jacket, or the way his jaw was so tight his molars were begging for relief.

you didn't dare show him any of that, though. you chose to show up, you fought him to show up, but you would be fucking damned if you let him go alone and he got hurt. or god forbid something worse.

"stay in the car, and do not move," his words were low, heavy, sharp. cutting into you until you complied, nodding once as he opened the door. walking to the trunk, he pulled it up, grabbed a handle, and shut the latch- small briefcase now in hand.

you loaded the gun, just in case. none of this felt right.

two men exited the car in trained unison, black button downs and gold belt buckles, dress shoes scuffing on the loose bits of pavement.

they both stood a step behind him, subtly caging him on either side.

he flicked his eyes up to you for a split second, wide and screaming 'this isn't right, do not fucking move' with everything he could in that single motion.

on the hood, he had the case open, proving he had what was promised. the man closest to him set theirs down next, confirming they were still on.

sukuna checked the cash, making sure the bills weren't fake, mentally calculating the stacks of bills to ensure it met the final price.

in half a second the entire trajectory of every breath swiveled sideways, a gun pushed against his temple.

his hands held behind his back, forcing him in place, stuck under the cold iron bruising the soft spot by his eye.

he tried to look at you, trying to say something, anything, panicking for the first time in years.

before you could even move, before you could even double check that the doors were locked or jump into the drivers seat, the passenger door was swung open, scarred hands dragging you out.

comply, do whatever they want, don't fucking hurt him.

"who's this pretty little thing, ryomen? surely you won't mind if we take her back for a bit," an arm was slung around your neck tight, thankfully able to tuck your chin enough so he couldn't immediately choke you out if he felt like it.

he smelled like a dingy strip club, spraying more cologne on instead of cleaning himself up afterwards, huffing the remnants of scotch and cheap cigars on your cheek.

you closed your eyes for a second, digging your heels into the ground and debating on trying to squirm free - opting not to just in case the man pressing a gun to sukuna's temple got trigger happy.

"get your filthy fucking hands off her," you had never heard his voice so deep, so deadly, trying his best to break his hands free, only to be met with the barrel of the gun shoved deeper into his temple, forcing him to his knees on the fucked up pavement.

"we just wanna have our fun, y'know how it is man. give us the shit and an hour with her and you'll have your life, no big deal," the man having the audacity to squeeze you tighter, taunting sukuna like you were some toy.

you felt a blade push against your side, a warning to comply, forcing your body still. your eyes ran wide, flickering between the gun on sukuna's temple, the man holding it, and sukuna's horrified stare.

"i'll fucking skin you alive, get your goddamn hands off her or i'll cut them off myself you fucking bastard," he was yelling now, so close to taking the gamble on his life to maybe save you, looking at you for answers.

you should have been crying, pleading for your life. but that look in sukuna's eyes kicked your adrenaline impossibly higher, snaking your hand to the pocket of that jacket-disguised as a futile attempt to squirm free, jaw locked and vision tunneling.

you flickered your eyes to tell him to stop moving, to wait to get out of the way, to look at where your hand was. to not fuck around with a barrel almost breaking his skin under the pressure.

the only thing you could think of getting out of this, of maybe saving him, was to play the part of the scared little girlfriend, them feeding off your fear.

"'kuna, please," your whine falsified, playing into this bit, one that was never rehearsed. trying your best to sound like a damsel in distress, another heartbroken girl too stupid for her own good, to make you seem like less of a threat.

you hoped he caught on, that this wasn't actually you, that you were playing in to the dramatics they wanted.

over and over in your head, you begged for them to take the bait, praying that sukuna could hear you pleading to him, 'play along 'kuna c'mon' repeating like a broken record.

sukuna put his hands up. "okay, fine, fucking - god damn it all - just take it," he moved to stand, the man removing the bruising iron, aiming towards the sky, finger off the trigger.

closing up the case, man behind him going on some rant about how much he was going to make off this, how quickly sukuna complied, turning towards you with a sick smile on his face.

the man holding you tracing the knife up and down your side under the jacket, tearing your shirt in a single drag. you held back your urge to shut down, the urge to run cold and drop the damsel act, not wanting to raise suspicion when tensions were still high.

instead you pretended to sob, pretended that you were devastated, selling it with everything you had.

thanking your intuition for racking before they got you, your finger clicking off the safety - the sound hidden under your fake cries.

shifting just enough to tighten your grip, to steady your finger on the trigger, you widened your eyes towards sukuna, taking in a fake deep breath.

sukuna clocked it instantly, stepping back half a step to clear your line, disguised as him just backing off.

the man had placed his gun on the hood of sukuna's car between the cases, locking them shut while he continued droning on and on about how proud his boss was going to be, how they finally got sukuna to fall under the pressure, how stupid he was for bringing 'his girl' along but thanking him for the 'bonus' anyways.

as soon as the man holding you loosened his grip a fraction of an inch, you pulled the pistol from your pocket, cutting the speech short with a muffled shot to his leg, falling to the ground, another to his hand reaching for sukuna, a slew of profanities and groans of pain. you could handle being stabbed a hell of a lot more than being shot, and you'd rather it be you than him.

sukuna immediately drew his, already racked and safety off before you could blink.

he shot the man holding you twice in the leg, the furthest thing from you, wincing as he fired rounds so close to you.

he dropped his arm from around your neck, knife in your side cutting into you deeper than you would like to admit, barely feeling the sting through the ringing in your ears ruining your eardrums, the adrenaline replacing your blood, covered up by the jacket as you ripped the knife out of his hand.

wordlessly, you fucking sprinted, grabbing one of the cases while he grabbed the other, alongside the gun still resting on the hood, throwing it all in the backseat, peeling out before doors were fully closed.

your body didn't recognize the pain, didn't know what the word panic even was, the only thing swarming you was the adrenaline rush and the euphoria of it all. that you worked so seamlessly together, like you'd done this a thousand times before, checking the rear view and side mirrors for any headlights until you were 5 blocks over.

his knuckles were white, getting the two of you the hell out of there without another question, gun hot against your hand.

"are you okay?" you break the silence first, wincing at the blood dripping down your side under your torn shirt and soaking into his jacket, heartbeat trying to come down to normal.

"i'm so sorry- fuck i shouldn't have let you come i'm so so-" he hit his steering wheel, looking over at you with the most broken look on his face, still flushed from the heat of it all.

"if i hadn't been there you'd be a dead man 'kuna," you tried to hide the cut on your side. shifting towards him, turning the ac on and angling one of the vents toward him.

you watched the traffic lights change colors on his face, the stoplight only making his eyes that much more red, the reality of it setting in.

he would have been dead, knowing his stubborn ass would have tried to fight until that bullet tore through his skull.

if he was lucky, he may have made it out, only to be met with the consequences of losing all that product with no cash to show for it.

you saved him, and he fucking hated that it got to that point.

he should have known better, should've had toji come with him or something, should've never done a deal on that side of town, should've never had a fraction of his back towards them, should have never brought you.

but fuck, you were right.

a long inhale, he rested his head back on the headrest, eyes still glued to you as the light turned green.

"yeah, i'm okay. are you?"

"um," you felt guilty, you didn't want to tell him, but also didn't know how the hell you were going to hide it. "he got my side after you shot him,".

"are you fucking kidding me," you'd never heard him so panicked, even with a gun pointed at his head, eyes tracking every inch of your body until he caught a glimpse of the tear, a glimpse of the red staining your fingers.

"i'll clean it up at home no big deal," you tried to play it off, just wanting to get home before he turned back and actually killed them, or tried to take you to the hospital, unsure as to how the fuck were you supposed to explain that to a whole team of doctors.

"fuck," he looked like he was about to cry, trembling in a pool of anger and guilt and full blown panic. "fuck fuck fuck i'm so sorry god damn it,".

"shhhhh," you applied a little more pressure, trying to slow your breathing and stay calm while he barely kept his shit together. "just get us home, we can handle it there, i'll be okay,".

he nodded, a mumbled 'okay, okay yeah', breaking every traffic law like he didn't have a briefcase full of blow and unregistered firearms in the car, pulling up to your apartment in record time.

you couldn't even blink before he was at your side, lifting you out of your seat bridal style.

—

"jesus fucking christ," he shook his head, gently pulling the now ruined shirt over your head, eyes focused on the slice still trickling blood.

you didn't care that you were sitting there in a bra and bloodstained jeans, trying to keep your posture steady enough for him to inspect you.

sitting on the closed lid of your toilet with the shirt staining the bathtub, you tried to steady your breathing and not focus on how much clean up you would have to do later.

leaving you alone for just a moment, he came back with his first aid kit, kept inside his duffel bag for as long as he could remember.

he washed his hands, scrubbing them three times over, drying them with a deep breath.

"this is gonna suck, i'm so sorry," he dropped to his knees, opening the kit on the floor.

he grabbed a rag from under the sink, reaching over and wetting it with warm water, ringing out the extra and waiting for the green light before touching you.

"that's fine, do what you need," you looked up at the ceiling, praying it would hurt a little less if you didn't look at what he was doing.

his hands were gentle, wiping away the dried blood on your ribs and stomach, pausing every few seconds to look up at you and see how you were doing.

he tossed the rag in the tub with your shirt, ripping open a few of the antiseptic wipes before taking another deep breath and hesitating.

"gotta disinfect it, do whatever you gotta do to get through this, can you do that?" his eyes were glued to yours as soon as your craned your head back down, nodding as you grit your teeth.

clenching your fists, one on the edge of the counter and one on your opposite leg, it took everything in you not to pull away from the burn.

sucking in air through your teeth, tapping your foot as much as you could, knuckles white and choking down sobs, you teetered on the edge of passing out.

"doing so good, doing so so good sweetheart, just a little longer," he tried to work quicker, stomach turning at the fact that he was causing you more pain, even though knew he had to do it. "so proud of you, so so proud of you, we'll go get you something nice once you're all better yeah?"

a small 'mhm' as you forced yourself to breathe, a few tears slipping down your cheek as you barely kept yourself together.

tossing the used ones on the floor as soon as they were used, switching to the next, you focused on his gentle praises as a broken whimpers reverberated in your throat.

"doing okay?" he paused, letting go of the breath he didn't even know he was holding, resting his forearms on your thighs.

"fuck i hate this," you hissed, nursing your bottom lip between your teeth so hard it bled.

"i know doll, i'm so sorry," he watched as more blood tried to trickle out, pinching his eyes shut.

he had to fucking stitch you up.

"'kuna if you apologize to me one more time i'm going to hit you upside the head," wiping the tears off your face with the back of your hand, you looked down as he fumbled around with the stitch kit.

"don't tempt me with a good time," he couldn't hold back a smile, heart skipping beats when you finally laughed a little, coated in the remnants of your tears.

"oh whatever," you rolled your eyes, the sting wearing off just a smidge, just for your mouth to run dry at the needle and surgical thread between his fingers. "stitches?"

"just a couple, you've already gotten through the worst of it," he bit back another apology, leaning in towards the wound. "i'll take care of you, 'kay? just gotta stay still for a little longer doll,".

you nodded, resuming your position with pinched eyes and nails indenting your palms.

it stung like a bitch, each puncture and pull burning your already fucked up wound, repeating to yourself that it was better this way, it would heal faster this way, that it was almost over.

"okay, all done," his exhale heavy, letting his hands rest on your knees, trying to bring you back down to earth. "you should probably shower, filthy motherfucker has his hands all over you,".

you shivered at the reminder, wanting to scrub your skin to oblivion and then some. moving your arm off the counter, your face burning with the realization that you were going to need help if you didn't want your stitches to rupture right away.

that he was going to have to help you.

"not to make this weird but um," you fumbled over your words, picking imaginary lint off your jeans, "but i uh-"

"shit, um, can i call someone? i don't want you to be unco-"

all your friends were probably drunk as fuck back at the frat house, kicking back shots and missing half their throws at beer pong.

"no uh, it's okay, i just might need help with my hair and getting dressed and i'm still a little woozy so uh-"

the tips of his ears were red, burning with a new kind of embarrassment he couldn't even name. yeah, he'd seen naked women before, but this was…different.

"no yeah, um, i'll stay out of the way, just let me know what you need?"

"yeah, yeah, for sure," you felt like some teenager, flustered and nervous like he hadn't just been face to face with your tits, like his hands hadn't been all over you for the last thirty minutes.

letting him help you up, he grabbed the shirt and rag out of the tub, starting the shower for you. while he was turned around and cleaning up the aftermath of his makeshift hospital, you undressed, attempting to kick your ruined clothes into the corner.

through baby steps and a few silent curses, you pulled the curtain shut, heart rate slowing by a few beats, turning your back to the water as to avoid as much direct contact with your cut as possible.

doing what you could to nearly scrub your skin raw, listening to the rustling of wrappers and the clicks on the kit, feeling a bit better after washing the dirt down the drain.

"fuck," you hissed, wincing when you tried to wash your hair like normal.

"you okay?" he froze, staring at the floor.

"yeah, yeah, can you uh, help? with my hair?" pinching your eyes shut, you swallowed your pride this time around, accepting your already mortifying fate.

"uh - yeah, um you'll just have to walk me through it," he was so goddamn flustered, the intimacy of it all closing his airways. not the fact that you were bare, but the fact that you were asking him for help, that you were asking him to do something so gentle.

he helped you sit on the shower floor with your back to the water, pulling the shower head down and handing it you so you wouldn't get cold.

walking through each step as you told him, confused by why there were so many steps but keeping his thoughts to himself, noting to read all the damn bottles the next time he was in there.

"you're one hell of an actor, y'know that?" he rinsed your hair with such a surgical precision, panicking the entire time, trying so desperately to teach his hands to be soft, to unlearn the harshness each nerve was written with. "even had me fooled for a second,".

"eh, was the only thing i could think of,". brushing off the compliment before you let it fully register, hoping he would leave it at that.

"thank you," he kept rinsing like the water would somehow give him the right words to say, to not fuck this up. "for saving my ass,".

"you don't have to thank me," you shook your head, biting down the smile creeping up your lips. "but you're welcome,".

he let your voice settle into his bone marrow, the lack of hesitation in your admission, the fact that you felt like you didn't deserve praise when you grit your teeth and bled for him.

"alright, all done," he put one hand on your shoulder, the other holding the shower head on you to keep you warm.

you nodded, about to sit yourself up when his grip on your shoulder made you hesitate, not wanting to be face to face with him in such a vulnerable state.

shutting the water off, he grabbed your towel off the hook, opening it up as a makeshift cover, lifting you up at the same time.

wrapping it around you with clumsy hands, he helped you step out, sitting you back down where he had stitched you, grabbing your other towel to dry your hair.

"gonna grab you some clothes, be right back,". he patted the top of your head, exhaling a shaky breath as he realized he didn't have a clue how you organized your clothes.

pulling open dresser drawers, he found a pair of shorts and the hoodie he gave you that very first night, fingertips twitching as he debated on the morality of going through your underwear drawer.

he didn't want you to think he was being some sort of pervert, taking the chance to rummage through your intimates without explicitly asking, but he knew he had to.

despite all his efforts, despite every single thing he tried to think of other than the drawer in front of him, his mouth still went dry when he saw bits of lace mixed in with printed cotton, different cuts all haphazardly thrown in there, a small 'fucking hell' slipping out before he could catch it.

forcing himself to blink, he grabbed the first pair he found, guessing they were comfortable enough given they were at the top, before closing the drawer with a little too much force.

cursing at himself over and over, he rushed back to you, relieved that you looked okay, waiting for him to return.

through a fumbled mess of trying to hide and not split yourself open, letting the sleeves hang over your hands, exhaustion began seeping into your chest, standing up too much of an effort for your heavy eyelids.

"can we," blinking up at him, his eyes already glued to yours, "just go sit down?"

"yeah," he nodded, biting down on the inside of his cheek. "c'mon,".

—

with the adrenaline long gone and pain seeping into your side, you rested your head on sukuna's shoulder and let the silence seep in.

"you okay?" he hummed, gently tapping your thigh.

"mhm, just tired now, and you're comfy,".

"okay, just checking,". he scrolled on his phone for a minute, stifling a laugh at the stupid shit toji would send him throughout the day as to not accidentally nudge you.

7 heavy knocks pounded on your door, startling you out of your skin, jolting you straight up. your cut instantly throbbed, looking at sukuna with a mix of fear and dread and pain - three things he never ever wanted to see on your face, let alone twice in one night.

"'kuna what the fuck is going on,".

"i have no clue, stay right here," he gently settled you back onto the couch, slipping away and approaching the door, looking through the peephole.

did someone see what happened? did they trail us? did those fucks turn us in?

no, just the people's-princess himself.

debating it for a second, you looked back at him - letting him mouth 'its gojo' to you, only to be met with you rolling your eyes and sighing before nodding - stuck with the fact that you couldn't avoid it anymore. not after sukuna physically pulled you away from him.

he unlocked the door, only to be met with a very, very drunk gojo.

"what the fuck do you want, gojo," sukuna sighed, pinching the space between his brows, so incredibly over him always finding a way to ruin the peace.

"why the hell are you here? trying to get in her fucking pants? how dare you," his words were slurred, swaying a little as he stood in your doorway.

"what? don't accuse me of shit you insolent brat, the fuck?"

"i need to- fuck i need to talk to her, get the fuck out of the way," he tried to push past sukuna, met with the brick wall of a man blocking him entirely.

"satoru gojo what the ever loving fuck is your deal right now, it's 2 in the goddamn morning and i'm going to get another noise complaint,". you winced as you pushed yourself up off the couch, holding your side as you made your way over, leaning into sukuna as you looked at his disheveled state.

"just let me in, fucking hell,". he grit his teeth, rolling his eyes and shooting sukuna the dirtiest look known to man.

"'kuna, call suguru please," you were so done with this shit, not wanting to pay another fine for noise at gojo's expense. suguru was the only one who knew how to deal with him when he was like this, the only one who would be sober enough at this hour to take you seriously.

you grabbed his shirt collar and drug him inside, sitting him at the kitchen table.

"you have 5 minutes to explain why the fuck you're drunk, on my porch, yelling at me with some girls lipstick on your neck, at 2 in the goddamn fucking morning,". you were seething, desperately wanting to go to sleep, to sit back down, to not be looking at him right now.

"can you calm the fuck down? jesus christ it's not that big of a deal," he scoffed like you were the one making a big deal out of all this, that you were being irrational.

"last time you did this bullshit i had to pay $300 in fines and bake all my neighbors cookies for a month are you fucking kidding me right now? and don't you dare fucking tell me to calm down. you're lucky i don't call the cops on your dumbass right now,". the only thing holding you back was the amount of paraphernalia sitting inside, even if it was tucked away in odd spaces, knowing you hadn't cleaned prints off anything, that there was an off chance they could recognize sukuna's car, too may liabilities to stomach.

"why the hell are you with him? why the fuck are you wasting time with that fucking degenerate?" he sat forward, eyes wide like you were so stupid you thought the earth was flat.

"excuse me?" all you could do was scoff, tongue in cheek, hands in fists. "the only 'degenerate' here is you right now, dickhead,".

"oh come on, don't tell me you think he's a 'good guy' and isn't just trying to fuck you. are you that dense?" leaning back and man-spreading, you couldn't believe the words coming out of his mouth.

if sukuna only wanted to fuck you, he would've done it weeks ago.

"what's it to you? in case you missed it, i can do whatever the fuck i want, believe it or not. crazy how that works!" you were laughing in shock, trying to figure out if this was just some sick prank he was pulling in a drunken state.

"after everything i've done for you, this is how you repay me? were you just using me? huh? is that what this is?"

sukuna was seeing red. hanging up the phone as suguru turned down your street, he stood behind you, letting you know he was there, but that he wouldn't take your fight from you if you didn't want him to.

even if he really just wanted to kill him.

"you haven't done a goddamn thing for me last i checked!" you were appalled by his slurred claims, like you owed him something.

"bullshit, that's fucking bullshit," rolling his eyes, laughing at you in his own sense of disbelief.

but that was the truth, he hadn't done shit for you. ever.

"i am so close to actually beating the shit out of you, for the love of all things holy just tell me why the fuck you're here right now,".

you were biting through the pain, anger fueled adrenaline curing most of it but the yelling wasn't helping. pointing your finger in his face, you practically caged him in on the wooden chair.

"oh my god you're soooo fuckingggg dramaticccc," he tipped his head back, groaning like he was the one being inconvenienced in all this.

you snapped.

grabbing his jaw and forcing him to look at you, you slapped the shit out of him. twice.

sukuna had to cover his mouth to not laugh at the stunned look on gojo's face with how hard you hit him.

"you do not. get to come to my fucking house. off your ass. yelling at me. and tell me i'm the fucking problem. this is your last fucking chance,".

suguru practically shoved your door open, in his pajamas, hair untied, and pissed.

"dude what the ever loving fuck is your problem? how did you even get here?"

"that's what i've been trying to get him to spit out this whole time," you let go of his jaw, stifling a laugh at the hand print you left on his face.

"gojo are you going to tell her or are you going to be a fucking bitch about it and make me do it," you'd never seen suguru so pissed off, voice two octaves deeper and jaw fighting for its life.

"uggghhhhhhh," satoru put his head in his hands, pushing the heels of his palms into his eyes.

"oh my god," suguru turned towards you, sighing and raising a brow at your hand snaking back to clutch your side.

sukuna had since drifted between you and gojo, forcing him to look up with a hand squeezing the back of his neck as suguru bit the bullet never meant for him.

"this fucking bitch has wanted you since senior year. but someone," he glared over at him, laughing once in disbelief, "someone decided that they couldn't 'settle down' since he wanted the 'college experience', so he was trying to keep you on his side so you would want him after we graduated,".

the back of your throat burned, acid turning over in your stomach.

feet glued to the hardwood, ribcage shattering and puncturing your lungs.

"what?"

"he forced all of us to stay away from you, threatened to fuckin' kick us out of the house entirely if we tried some shit," he ran both hands down his face, laughing at the absurdity of it all.

the reality of it barely settled, a mix between hate and humiliation and betrayal all smashed together in your goddamn kitchen.

"what kind of fuckass logic is that? who do you take me for, gojo?"

"we all like you, as like, a person, genuinely," suguru looked over at sukuna, who looked almost as pissed as he did once the deal started going south. "i'm sorry we couldn't tell you, i-we kicked him out for the night like an hour after you left because he started screaming at people for no good reason and downed about 12 shots back to back before we could stop him,". suguru looked genuinely devastated, trying so hard to keep it together for your sake.

he'd tried to tell you so many times before, tongue holding back in fear of his own life falling apart and ending back up in the grasp of his parents.

he hated it. he felt worthless, disgusted.

he had all the time in the world to tear gojo apart after this, not right now as you filtered through every word shared over the years.

"just, just get him out of my fucking house, please," you didn't have the energy to process this any more than you already had, and you couldn't bare to look at satoru without hitting him again. "thanks, suguru. i'm not- i'm not mad at you," another pained sigh shook out of you, "just, need to process this,".

"of course, i'm really sorry," he grabbed satoru's collar, looking up at sukuna again. "take care of her, ryomen,"

"will do," he nodded once, begrudgingly letting go of satoru's neck, shoving him out of the chair.

suguru drug him out the front door, sukuna locking it behind them and looking back at you, eyes caught between rage and heartbreak.

"c'mon, let's get you to bed,".

you were too tired to cry, too stunned to lash out. it just, hurt.

5 years of so called friendship left to rot on a friday night all because you left a party you barely wanted to be at.

all because he wanted to fuck you.

sukuna helped you in to bed, making sure you were still stitched up and your blankets were just right.

"did you know?" you looked up at him, eyes a little glassy, tearing the skin off your lower lip.

"no, no i didn't,". he sat next to you on the edge of the bed, brushing a stray hair out of your face. "would've beat the shit out of him a long time ago if i did,".

you nodded, a little relief in the notion that at least he wasn't keeping secrets. you let the silence sit heavy, stomach uneasy and head throbbing.

"will you stay?"

"i mean, i basically live here now so yes of cour-,".

"no like in here. with me. i don't," you picked at the sides of your fingers, wishing you never said anything, too late to back out now. "i don't want to be alone right now,".

sukuna felt like a fucking moron, seeing your nervous hands struggle against each other as you refused to meet his eyes.

hours ago you had a gun in your hand, taken a blade to the side for him, and made sure to get his product and cash back like it was nothing.

now you looked shattered, unsure what to do with your hands or your body or your brain at all, really.

"yeah, yeah of course," he walked to the other side of your bed, untouched and table empty. "want me to stay on top of the covers?" he pulled his sweatshirt off, adjusting his tshirt and refusing to settle in until you gave him an answer.

"you can come under them, it's okay," you turned towards him, sitting up a little, wanting nothing more than to settle up against him, praying to whoever was out there that no more bullshit would happen the rest of the night.

he looked flustered, ears and cheeks pink, barely noticeable in the lamplight. eyes half hazy, you let him settle in, curling up against him with your head on his chest and arm around him.

you could hear how fast his heart was beating, the wavering of his breath as you rested a leg over him, too tired to fully recognize what you were doing to him.

he was so, so, so fucked.

—

you were softening him at the edges with every slow blink, every small 'thank you', every laugh you gave so freely.

he tried his best to take care of you, despite your constant refusal. despite not really knowing how.

he was the reason you were stitched up, the reason your tile still had a few blood stains that wouldn't come out.

he didn't knock gojo's teeth out after the first knocks on the door, didn't make him apologize to you, it all felt like his fault.

he didn't let you lift a finger.

helped you stand, helped you sit, brought you anything and everything you needed before you even asked.

he stayed home with you.

carried your backpack to your classes for you.

he didn't go back to the frat after grabbing the rest of his things, courtesy of suguru making sure gojo was nowhere near when the boxes were packed.

nobody was mad at him.

just like you told him.

he still held your blunts for you, never letting you open a bottle of wine on your own.

you were getting better, stitches falling out in their own, scar beginning to form, but he liked taking care of you.

you could see it in the way his brow furrowed a bit when you tried to cook dinner, picking you up and sitting you on the counter as he took the spoon from your hand.

it was obvious when he carried you to bed after you fell asleep on him on the couch time and time again, plugging in your phone with your water bottle full, ensuring your stuffed animal was tucked against your chest.

you gave him purpose.

it ate him alive.

his hands were softening, trembling each time.

his jaw settled down when you gave him that look, putting your hand on his thigh to knock him out of the misery swimming behind his eyes.

he didn't take sketchy deals anymore, and took toji with him every time you asked.

he'd bring back icees every time.

you made him care about his grades, not just sliding by. you knew he was smart like no other, he just didn't know how to be anything other than stone.

you felt like home.

you were his home.

—

three knocks on your door.

three you weren't expecting, coursework strewn about and damn near losing your mind, startling you out of your skin once again.

rising slowly, ensuring gentle footsteps as you peeked through the peep-hole in your door, a sigh when you were met with a glimpse of pink hair.

unsure why he didn't just open the door himself, you didn't hesitate to unlock the door and swing it open.

there he was, hands full, one hand holding flowers, the other holding a paper grocery bag awkwardly.

"uh- hi," your face was hot, unable to string together a coherent thought. still casual, a hoodie and jeans suitable for all events in his eyes, trying to figure out what the fuck was going on.

"scooch, woman," he stepped forward, your body moving out of his way before you could even tell it to.

with a soft click and two locks, you saw him move around your kitchen with comfort, no longer alarmingly stiff and holding his breath like he was over a month ago.

two bottles of wine, the same one you always drank- takeout boxes from that restaurant you mentioned in passing.

"what's all this?" you swallowed your confusion, sauntering over like it was normal.

"dinner," he avoided your eyes, and you swore a blush tinted his nose and the tips of his ears.

"quit bein' cryptic, use your words," he poured you a glass, hoping it would shut you up. "you're up to something,".

didn't work.

"fine," he looked at the counter like it was giving him instructions, fighting to find the words in the fake granite.

pouring a glass for himself, chugging it down and placing the glass on the counter.

"are you okay?" the flutter of your lashes nearly killed him, his heart doing that damn thing again, hands starting to feel a little clammy.

"will you - fuck how do i say this -," he still wouldn't look at you, your insides doing cartwheels at the sight.

he was nervous.

never, ever did you think the man in front of you was capable of that, let alone did you think it would be around you, or that he would show it so blatantly.

the air was heavy enough to choke on, tension pulling your shoulders tight.

a mix of cologne and weed and racing blood, enough to make your head spin and thoughts jumble into a mess of mismatched letters and manual breathing.

"will you go out with me, like, date or whatever," he tried to play it off, tapping the heel of his shoe on the tip of the other.

"you want me to-" you shook your head in shock, never expecting him to ask you, the part of you too afraid of rejection to ever say anything always holding you back. "be your girlfriend?"

"yes," he gathered enough courage to look at you, taken aback by the look on your face.

something between disbelief and joy and hesitation, testing to see if it was a joke, waiting for him to destroy you.

"okay," you nodded, tugging on your bottom lip to hide a smile. "i think i can work with that,".

"oh thank fucking god,".

he finally let the tension fall, crushing it under his feet as he stepped forward, embracing you hard enough to almost knock the wind out of you.

his chin rested on the top of your head, one arm hooked around you tight, one hand holding the back of your skull.

"you're ridiculous," you huffed a laugh under your breath, shaking your head while hiding the biggest fucking grin on your face.

"and you're gonna be the death of me," he held you impossibly tighter, as if a loss of contact would prove this to all be a dream, a joke, something other than real.

"alright drama queen," you squeezed him back, well, tried your best to, finally exhaling as he pulled you away, looking down at you like you hung the moon and stars.

your blood felt like fire, nerves electric and trying to keep even a sliver of control over your body.

he kissed you, hesitant and fragile at first, pouring out his heart and soul and everything in between into you as soon as you pulled him by his shirt collar, deep enough to fill your lungs and make the earth stand still.

it was more than you could've dreamed of, all those nights tearing apart your heart while he slept across the way, when you smoked a little too much and nearly caved in.

hands on either side of your face, warm and aching, the nerves finally calming under his skin.

the hours passed like minutes.

two bottles, three joints, and and a re-watch of half the batman movies, you caught him staring at you- his eyes glinting with a hint of hunger, a hint of something more.

"y'know, i can feel you starin' at me," you nudged him a little with your foot, your other leg on his lap.

"i like looking at you," he shrugged, eyes barely blinking. "c'mere," he tugged your legs, pulling you closer.

shifting to sit on his lap, hands falling on your waist before you even settled, firm but restrained.

"so pretty," he hummed, tracing your cheek with his fingertips before cupping your face.

"shut up," rolling your eyes, gentle compliments still hard for you to absorb, brushing off your rattling nerves.

"gonna have to make me," the smirk on his lips was nothing short of devious, cocky.

"you're so difficult," your words more of a mumble, leaning in and kissing him soft, trying your very best not to choke on your own heartbeat.

he pulled you in deeper this time, stealing any air you may have had left in you, filling you back up with unsaid feelings and heartfelt promises.

thighs spread over his, your body betrayed your innocence, hips rolling into him once as you caught his bottom lip between your teeth.

a low moan vibrated in his chest, stirring something inside of you that made your hips move again. and again. and again.

hands gripping your hips tighter, pushing them ever so slowly, matching your rhythm but pushing you down just a smidge more, a shiver crackling up his spine when your breath hitched between now sloppy kisses, lips bitten and swollen and still so needy.

toying with the waistband of your shorts, a faint smile creeping up as he felt goosebumps riddle your skin under such a slight touch.

"hey," he pressed his forehead into yours, "i don't want you getting uncomfortable. you tell me to stop, i stop. 'kay?"

"okay," you nodded once, biting your lip as something stirred inside you, aching for something you couldn't quite place.

leash let loose, desire kicked into hunger, tugging on your shorts.

an awkward adjustment to get them off, settling back on his lap, a whine when your pretty little cunt rubbed against the denim restraining his cock.

lifting his hips with you still on him like it was nothing, he unbuttoned his jeans and slid them down, damn near moaning when he felt your slick soak through his boxers in record time.

"fuck you're soaked," he mumbled into the crook of your neck, peppering kisses down your shoulder.

"want you," you pressed into him a little harder, swimming in nothing but your own lust and suffocating need.

"yeah? want my fingers pretty girl?" he retraced the steps his lips left on your shoulder, crawling up the column of your neck and sucking a bruise that would be impossible to cover, teeth nipping and biting to crack your blood vessels underneath, whining at the loss of contact as he pulled away.

"want…more," your face was scalding, embarrassed to actually say what you wanted him to do to you - to ruin you.

"yeah? you sure?" his hands stopped your hips for a moment, making sure you actually meant it, not just feeling like you had to.

"mhm," you nodded with a little to much enthusiasm, tired of just thinking about it.

then it hit your fuzzy brain, that you were still painfully a virgin.

"wait i- i'm still-" you froze, eyes wide and nearly trembling.

"still what, doll?" he cocked his head to the side, a wave of guilt drowning him.

"i- i've never done this before," your eyes were blurry, unfocused as you looking down at nothing in particular, mumbling the words barely loud enough to hear.

"we don't have to do this, you know that," his hands trailed to your thighs, backing off but still holding contact.

"i want to," you were so painfully embarrassed, feeling like you ruined the moment, fidgeting with your fingernails.

"well i'm not taking your virginity on the damn couch so," he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you both up and letting your legs wrap around him.

you couldn't help the light giggles that took over, burying your face in his neck and peppering kisses in between breaths.

kicking the door shut behind him, he laid you down, caging you in with arms on either side of your head.

"hi," you were nervous, not sure what the hell to do with your hands, how to handle the heat of his pupils that had swallowed up his irises.

"hi," he shook his head, heartbeat fluttering at your nerves, the shy smile you couldn't bite down, the way your hips betrayed you with every desperate rut into him.

he leaned down, gravity pulling his lips back into you, letting one hand trail down your body and slipping his tongue past your lips.

he shoved the hem of your shirt up, not ready to part from your mouth, drunk off the taste of your chapstick and wine stained lips mixing with his.

his fingers pawed at your chest, another low groan as the way your breath hitched, the way you whimpered slightly at his kneading.

you were dripping, cunt begging for any sense of relief, tummy fluttering as you felt his fingers part from your chest and tickle your stomach.

letting his middle finger swipe between your slit once, you couldn't help but whine into his increasingly messy kisses, hips twitching as he traced featherweight circles on your throbbing clit, swearing he could feel your heartbeat on the bundle of nerves.

your eyes had rolled to the back of your head behind your closed lids already, letting one of your hands grip his forearm, the other resting on the nape of his hair, nails digging in to his undercut.

so desperate to feel his fingers inside you, you pushed his hand away from your clit and shoved his finger in before he could fight it, a sickly sweet moan of satisfaction caught in your throat.

"fuck, needy girl aren't you baby," mumbling against your lips, he pumped his finger slow, heel of his palm pressing against your clit every time.

"'s-shut up," you didn't want to admit it, but you really were, already using up all your courage to ask him to fuck you to verbalize what you wanted.

"don't go bratty on me now, babydoll," his smirk was deadly, a thrill spinning around in his bloodstream at the idea he would get to tame that one day.

you furrowed your brow, ready to open your mouth again before he slipped another finger inside, nails digging into his forearm as he curled his fingers just enough to send jolts of electricity up your spine, jaw running slack.

"fuck 'kuna," your head kicked back into the mattress, grinding into his hand with labored breaths.

pumping his fingers a little faster, your legs began to shake, too high off the feeling of his lips on your neck and the spasming of your walls to realize you were already cumming.

"oh baby," he nipped your earlobe, slowing his fingers just a hair, reveling in the way you twitched with each slowed drag.

"'kuna please," you were restless, cunt aching for so much more than just his fingers.

you wanted so desperately to watch him fall apart for you, to watch his restraint slip, to feel him in your throat.

"please what, angel?" he pulled his fingers from you, bringing them to his lips and sucking your slick off them, "fucking hell,".

swallowing your embarrassment, you huffed out your nerves, grabbing both sides of his face.

"please fuck me already,".

he froze for a brief second, not expecting you to actually admit it so quickly, to look him dead in the eyes and beg.

blinking hard, he was quick to shove down his jeans and boxers, still damp from your arousal and copious amounts of his precum.

you pulled your shirt over your head, tossing it on the floor.

even in the shower nearly three weeks ago, you didn't feel this exposed. now you felt on display, gripping the sheets to force yourself to not cover up.

"god you're so perfect," he looked lovesick, jaw slack and eyes tracing hearts up and down every inch of your skin.

pumping his cock a few times, your mouth watered. of course it's pretty. everything about this motherfucker is pretty.

"you're.. huge.." you panicked for a split second, fully recognizing the fact that it was a lot bigger than two of his fingers, and quite frankly had no fucking clue how that was supposed to fit.

"'s okay angel, you tell me if it's too much and we stop, remember?" he pressed his leaking tip against your swollen cunt, coating himself in the remnants of your orgasm and the new wave of syrup pooling out of you, biting down on his lower lip as your heat made his knees weak.

before he let his dick take over, he lifted you closer to the headboard, your head resting on the pillows, his frame blocking out the light.

"ready?" he lined himself up, eyes flickering between yours and your lips, holding his breath.

you nodded, batting your lashes up at him, gripping the sheets again for any sort of stability.

"use your words, swear to me,".

"y-yes please 'kuna,".

he immediately made you feel full, cockhead barely making it past your weeping hole, entire body buzzing.

"oh my god," the stretch stung, quickly snuffed out by the pleasure of it all as he slowly rutted into you, working himself in inch by aching inch.

"holy fuck woman," his eyes were glued to the sight of your cunt sucking him in, swollen and struggling against his sheer size, so tight he thought he might die. "try 'n relax, fuck you're so tight my god,".

"'m tryin'," your voice was broken, already cock drunk and he was only halfway in.

pulling his eyes away from your pussy, he couldn't hold back, kissing you hard.

it was messy, slow enough to keep you yearning for more, but dizzying.

his tongue against yours relaxed your cunt enough for his ruts to get a little longer, a little harder.

tugging your bottom lip between his teeth for a moment, he rested his forehead against yours and bottomed out.

"oh my god, sssh-it," your everything was twitching, nerves on fire. fluttering around him, your maw practically pinned open, seconds away from drooling,

"god you're fucking unreal," he was breathless, your cunt was so warm, so fucking wet, holding back from cumming on the spot. "you okay?" he hummed against your ear, fighting every urge he had to fuck you stupid to make sure you were okay.

he didn't know that you wanted him to fuck you straight into the mattress within an inch of your life.

"mhm," you nodded, so high on just feeling full. "wan' you t' move,".

he was a goner after that.

pulling his hips back, he thrust into you, eyes half lidded and destroyed.

over and over, nearly pulling out entirely before slamming back into you, forcing your cervix to learn his name.

you were babbling, a kind of euphoria you didn't know existed, feeling every vein, every twitch, everything.

a jumbled mess of profanities and choked moans, nearly tuned out by the sound of his cock drilling into you.

almost pornographic in nature, slick dripping onto the blankets as you soaked him, wrapping your legs around his waist.

"fuck you're so perfect oh my god," tumbled out of his mouth over and over, panting as he slowly sped up, your nails digging into his shoulder blades and breaking skin.

"so good 'kuna," you nearly hiccuped, vision blurry as he tied the knot settling in your core into a pretty little bow, so close to unraveling it entirely. "'m close- fuck 'm close," tears were pooling on your lash line, legs trembling around him.

"yeah? my girl gonna cum all over me?" you could hear the smile on his lips, canines glinting, one hand moving down to toy with your clit.

"fuck! ohhh- oh my g-god," he sucked another bite into your neck, sending you over in seconds, fucked absolutely stupid already.

"atta girl, fuck you're strangling me how are you real," he grabbed one leg and threw it over his shoulder, doing the same with the other and pushing your knees to your chest before you could breathe.

a choked sob was all you could muster, not even sure if you had come down from your orgasm before he was drilling himself into your lungs.

"could fuck you for hours, so pretty when you're cryin' for me baby," his efforts at sounding composed fell flat, voice cracking and breathless.

you looked ethereal to him, teary eyes leaving hearts all over his face, bottom lip trembling, falling apart in his hands and bodies merging in the closest way possible.

"'s t' much," your sobs only stirring his cock deeper, harder, faster.

he couldn't get enough of you, even if he ate your heart and injected your blood straight into his veins, it wouldn't satiate the pulses of his nerves, the hunger bubbling inside him, to never ever let you slip away from him.

"you- you can take it, can't you baby? i know you've got another in ya," he was barely holding on, so close to spilling, tensing every muscle he could to draw one more orgasm out of you, to feel you spasm around his cock one more time.

somehow folding you in half further, angling his cock a smidge to the left, you were seeing white.

the neighbors probably hated you by now, but you didn't fucking care. nails raking down his arms, head tipped so far back he could see your pulse, drool coating the corners of your mouth.

sweat beaded on your hairline, the ringing in your ears was deafening, entire being trembling.

you weren't even sure if you were real, floating on ecstasy coated in the color of his eyes.

his fingers pressing bruises on your thighs, hips stuttering as he stumbled over his own high, spilling so much cum into you it wept out, only for him to fuck it back in with his last few strokes.

"oh," he could barely catch his breath, pulling out of you slowly. "my god,".

he let your legs down gently, your hips silently thanking him for the room to breathe, your chest rising and falling with heavy breaths.

you brought you hands to you face, covering the absolute mess you were, laughing in disbelief.

"nuh uh, no hiding," he pulled your hands away slowly, letting them rest on your chest.

he wiped away the stray tears with his thumb, cradling your cheek with the other, a fondness in his eyes that nearly made you cry again.

"you're fucking unreal, woman," kissing your forehead, you leaned into his palm like it was the only thing keeping you tethered to earth. "you doing okay?"

"mhm, tired," your body felt calm, every muscle relaxed for the first time in your goddamn life. "and sticky," a stupid little smile on your face made his heart skip a few beats, forcing one out of him too.

"jesus," he laughed, of course you would make a joke after he fucked you to oblivion, and god did he love it. "gimme two seconds and we'll get you cleaned up and into bed, yeah?"

you nodded, a small whine almost slipping out when his warmth slipped away.

rubbing your face, you couldn't get rid of the lovesick smile on your lips, chest light and mind only full of him him him.

you were happy.

"what are you smiling about," he half-startled you, juggling a shirt, a rag, and a bottle of water in his hands, crawling back to you.

"nothin'," he was making you nervous all over again, despite literally being inside you not even 5 minutes ago.

"mhm sure," he hummed, sitting you up a little bit against the headboard.

he wiped you down with the warm rag, eyes going wide at the little tinge of blood on the inside of your thighs.

"don't freak out," he paused for a moment, waiting for your attention. "you're bleeding a little bit. just popped your cherry, nothing to worry about,".

you nodded, sipping on the water he gave you, not even fully registering his comment.

it filled him with a dirty sense of pride, stealing a little bit more of your innocence and keeping it all to himself. you were his, your heart, soul, and purity.

pulling one of his shirts over you, he carried you to the bed in his room, your sheets absolutely ruined.

you were clingy, pulling him under the covers with you and laying on his chest, leg over his waist and arm around his side.

he kissed the top of your head, mumbling something to you as you fell asleep almost instantly.

—

he started sleeping in 'your' bed every night, arms around you and shirt long discarded.

the guest room shifted into an office, a jumbled mess of his things and yours, lock boxes disguised and the rest of his things decorating the walls.

toji and suguru came by frequently, joint dinners and study sessions, making fun of sukuna for going 'soft', but still willing to take a bullet for him all the same.

with snow falling outside, he got a call from his father, asking for a last minute babysitter as he had to catch the next flight out for an urgent business meeting, knowing he wasn't living in the frat house anymore.

he was hesitant, looking over at you in the kitchen, nodding your head with that same heartfelt smile on your face that he just couldn't get enough of.

"i'll run to the store, you go grab him before the weather gets too bad," you rinsed the knife you were using in the sink, wiping your hands on the dish towel hanging off the stove.

he still never liked you going places alone, but you did have a point. your pantry not very toddler friendly, his dad was basically already at the airport, and you had next to nothing for him.

he put some cash on the counter, slipping a jacket on and kissing you three times over, spinning his keys around on his fingers.

you were giddy, finally able to meet the kid with the same color hair, a mini-me of sukuna who held nearly a dozen photos around the house.

pulling your coat and shoes on, you locked the door behind you and realized you didn't have a clue what to get, what size clothes he wore, nothing.

calling sukuna, he knew everything, listing things off faster than you could remember.

likes batman just like his brother.

prefers orange juice over apple juice.

which brand of chicken nuggets he preferred.

pants size, shirt size, all of it.

your cart was filled with more than you needed, a rushed mess of just about anything you could find. three stuffed animals, too many books and four sets of crayons, enough clothes for a week and enough food for a damn party.

passing by the toys one last time, two lego sets caught your eye.

each a different era of batmobiles, one much more kid friendly, and one for sukuna.

second guessing yourself at checkout, did he even like legos? what if i got the wrong one?

snapped out of your spiral by the clerk telling you your total, wincing despite sukuna shoving more than enough at you, guilty every time regardless.

your phone buzzed in your purse as you loaded the bags in the trunk of your car, only checking it when your doors were locked and engine was running.

a picture of sukuna and his mini me, all strapped into his car seat with the biggest smile on his face. your heart melted into your hands, sukuna actually smiling for a picture, one that you only saw behind closed doors with him. a real one, light in his eyes and everything.

miraculously getting home before them, you haphazardly tossed the bags inside, rushing around in a piss-poor attempt to childproof the house.

lighters tucked away in locked cabinets, glass put on higher shelves. plants moved out of his reach, triple checking that no drugs were out anywhere, knives were pushed to the very far edge of the counter.

you heard them before the door was even open, yuji squealing with hurried footsteps, sukuna laughing at him the whole way from the car.

sukuna opened the door, yuji sprinting inside, looking around and eyes lighting up as soon as he saw you putting the frozen food into the freezer.

"eeee!" he stumbled over his steps, catching himself as you got on your knees to meet him at eye level. "im yuji!" he didn't even give you time to respond before tackling you in a hug, like he'd done this a thousand times before.

he was chaos incarnate. the house was a mess, sukuna building him a pillow fort while reruns played on the tv, snow falling heavy in the windows.

you wouldn't have it any other way.

the three of you sitting criss-cross on the floor, an assortment of snacks on the coffee table as you tried to wipe ketchup off the side of yuji's mouth.

holding on to the paw of the stuffed black cat, one of the three you haphazardly chose in your frantic state, announcing it's name as 'gumi', sukuna shrugging with no idea where the name came from.

as evening settled in, sukuna left to change into comfier clothes, yuji scooched closer to you.

"can we have ice cweam?" he begged as quietly as a toddler could, toes wiggling under his socks in excitement.

"duh," you laughed at him, picking him up and resting him on your hip.

" this is the bestest day ever!" he squealed, squirming around and wrapping his little arms around you, your heart turning to mush in his tiny hands.

"guess what we can do after ice cream?" you opened the freezer with your free hand, grabbing the pint from the frozen shelf.

three bowls, three spoons, setting him on the counter as you let him help you scoop messy spoonfuls.

"ummm i dunno!" his giggle was contagious, your cheeks sore from smiling.

"do you like legos?" you let him lick the spoon as you fixed his messy hair.

"mhm!" he nodded with ice cream already on the corners of his mouth, feet swinging.

"i got you a super cool box of them we can do with your brother," you couldn't help how warm your soul felt as he buzzed with excitement, trying to wiggle off the counter and failing when you grabbed him, settling him back on your hip and handing him his little bowl.

"he tawks about you allllll the time," the little one rambled on, dramatics in full swing and half muffled through spoonfuls of ice cream. "awe you gonna get mawied?"

"married? you'll have to ask him about that, buddy," wiping an eyelash off his cheek, you couldn't help but smile at the thought that sukuna talked about you when you weren't around.

setting him back in his pillow fort, you caught sukuna resting against the doorframe, arms folded and a fondness you'd never seen him wear plastered all over.

he looked soft.

walking back to the kitchen, you grabbed the last two bowls, handing one to sukuna with a kiss to his cheek, following your steps back to the sugar-filled boy, before he made too much of a mess.

"he just asked when we're gonna get married," you nudged him, unable to peel the smirk of your face.

"whenever you want, doll," he kissed your temple, statement floating around in your head, trying to convince yourself that he was just joking around.

even if it made your heart stutter all over again.

you found yuji sipping on his water, bowl already cleared, anxiously waiting for the promised legos.

sifting through one of the last bags on the floor, you pulled out both sets, setting on in front of yuji, and the other in front of sukuna.

"woah!" yuji shook the box, flipping it back and forth to look at the pictures.

"holy…how'd you…" sukuna bit back his language, trying so desperately not to curse in front of his brother, or kiss you hard enough to bruise right then and there.

"is that one okay?" you helped open the box for yuji, little bags flying all over the place.

"this is," he mirrored yuji, flipping the box over again and again. "this is my favorite one,".

"well it's all yours," you offered a soft smile, unsure how else to process such a soft side of him, convinced you might actually die from how mushy your bones were.

"mama can you help me?" yuji shoved the little instruction book into your hands, the air circulating halting at the name.

panicked, you turned to sukuna, eyes wide and face frozen, words caught in your throat.

sukuna looked like he was about cry.

you knew their mom wasn't in the picture, never pressing the matter, letting the conversation come when the time felt right for him.

yuji didn't know what having a motherly figure was like, didn't know what having a woman sharing his space meant.

and he called you mama like it was nothing.

"um, yes," you coughed, trying to convince him that you weren't on the brink of a panic attack, that you weren't spiraling ten ways from sunday. "yes of course honey,".

yuji took that as invitation to crawl into your lap, settling his spine against your chest, humming gleefully as if nothing had happened.

sukuna had never felt more in love. sickening, all consuming adoration and heart fuller than he could handle, lips parted and eyes glassy as he committed the scene to memory.

trying to catch his breath, he opened the box he still held like it was the only thing tethering him to earth, a poor attempt to act normal.

halfway through yuji's build, he fell asleep in your arms, snuggling in close to you as the sugar high ran off.

rocking him ever so slightly, some maternal second nature, sukuna set his down and brushed a stray hair out of your face.

"hey," his voice quiet, still gathering your attention.

"hm?" you titled your head a little, falling victim to the exhaustion knocking the kid straight out.

"i love you," his admittance was barely audible, face red and heart beating straight out of his chest.

all this time together, both of you too scared to admit it, finally breaking through the fear that kept those three words locked away.

your mouth ran dry instantly, never expecting him to be the one to admit it first, nor that it would happen on the floor of your messy living room on a random weekday.

"i love you too, 'kuna," your eyes were watery, crumbling entirely at the admission, holding it back for god knows how long, hands shaky and itching to hold him.

he rose as gently as he could, slowly lifting yuji from your now half-asleep arms, kissing you gently on the forehead before carrying him off to the spare bedroom and tucking him in.

you couldn't stop smiling, busying your hands to convince yourself all of this was actually real.

his arms wrapped around you, half startled before you settled back into him, resting your head against his shoulder as he buried his face in your neck.

"missed you," he hummed, swaying you side to side ever so gently. "little shit stole you away from me all day,".

"missed you too," your sleepy smile laced in your mumbled words, holding back a laugh at him being jealous at a 3 year old.

you let him lead you to bed, helping you change out of the shirt now covered in remnants of ice cream and the little bits of drool from yuji, crawling in to bed and collapsing in sukuna's arms, not realizing how much you'd missed his touch for the few hours spent without it.

"hey," he mumbled, laced with that exhaustion you couldn't fight no matter how hard you tried.

"hm?" half asleep, you couldn't will yourself to move to face him, too comfortable against the warmth he radiated.

"if the kid keeps calling you mama, swear i'm gonna make you one,".

your face ran hot, completely caught off guard, heat pooling in your stomach at the idea.

"yeah?" a sleep-coated laugh against his chest, feeling his grip tighten around you.

"think i'm jokin'?" he reached over enough to turn the lamp off.

all you could do was shake your head, thoughts spinning on how bad you wanted him after a single admission.

warm in his arms, skin on skin, you wouldn't change a thing for the goddamn world.

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[mollybun]

read this (threat)

[mollybun]

give me more moots

i want moots that i can keep in jars and talk to

[mollybun]

currently thinking about stardew characters putting me in bicep jail

like imagine shane putting you in a full nelson and letting his entire body weight press down on top of you

or imagine how strong leah is from woodworking and her thick muscles tensing up around your neck

or sebastian and sam teasing you as one of them has you in a headlock, saying something like “fuuuuck- look at her, little slut gets so creamy when you choke her out”

[mollybun]

Can I request a seb fic where he gets rilled up by the reader and reader is like oblivious to it?? I love your fics btw!! And thank you!! <3

thank youuuu! these messages mean so much to me!

sorry this took so long but you can read the post here 🫶🫶🫶

[mollybun]

riled up (seb x reader)

warnings: accidental stimulation, possessiveness, a little dumbification, misogyny if you squint, dom seb, slightly mean seb (but he loves you), fast sex/little foreplay, semi-public sex, slight exhibitionism, creampie, implied overstimulation

a/n: kinda short and not proofread! first request and i don’t love how i wrote this so might rewrite in the future, but thank you sweet anon!🫶

from an outsiders perspective, you might assume sebastian is a typical depressed gamer guy. shy, introverted, reclusive, low sex drive. some of these assumptions are accurate. it’s true, he doesn’t go out of his way to talk to people. he can be pretty shy. he doesn’t enjoy being around people too often.

those assumptions are accurate until you’re in the picture. once you move to pelican town and sebastian lays his eyes on you, he becomes eager to leave his dark basement. he likes talking to you and feels like his social battery is infinite with you. suddenly he follows you like a shadow. need seeds from pierre? sebastian is there asking questions about the crops you pick. going on a fishing trip? sebastian is sitting on the dock next to you, helping you put your bait on the hook. he even goes to the saloon with you on nights other than friday- simply because you want to.

when you’re in a relationship with him, he continues to break those shy, emo stereotypes. he can become jealous- possessive some might call it. he can become confrontational too, especially if other people have their eyes on you. he also becomes what you can only describe as ravenous. his sex drive goes through the roof and even when he tries to keep his thoughts pure, your sweet lips and curves tempt him towards depravity.

so when you’re standing with your back pressed to his chest at the bar, he can’t help but let his mind wander to how good your hips feel against him. you’re talking to emily, who you’ve grown pretty close with, about…. something. sebastian has, quite frankly, stopped paying attention.

every time you get excited, you bounce lightly on the balls of your feet. hips jostle up and down against sebastian’s crotch and he has to put his hands at your waist to steady you.

sebastian used to think situations like this had to be on purpose but he has come to learn that his girlfriend is just very…. unaware. that’s the word he decided on after going through many, slightly meaner options. ditzy, clueless, and oblivious have all crossed his mind but he loves you too much to say those out loud. so, he uses the word unaware to describe those times where you truly have no idea how worked up you make him.

essentially, he’s learned that you just don’t understand or notice that rubbing your ass against his growing hard on makes him go crazy.

“oh and you wouldn’t believe what amethyst can do for anxiety!” emily continues the conversation as she starts making another drink for you.

you let out a small laugh, “well clearly mine isn’t working then!” the little joke you make has you leaning forward onto the bar top even more. your cleavage is pressed together on the counter and your backside sticks out as you bend at the hip. sebastian clears his throat softly as he tries to think about anything other than throwing you over his shoulder and carrying you home. you’re fully engrossed in your conversation, which tells seb you don’t even notice his throbbing dick pressed up against you.

sebastian rolls his eyes as another round of drinks comes out for both of you, his patience is wearing thin. whatever dumb conversation you’re giggling about couldn’t mean less to him. all seb cares about is getting you home as soon as possible.

he finally snaps when you and emily start singing along to the music together- obnoxiously loud might he add. your hips sway along to the melodic tunes as you pretend to hold a microphone up to your lips. his face goes red, whether it be with anger or arousal, and he slams his card down on the bar top.

“we’ll come get that in the morning..” sebastian mutters to emily as he grips your waist and practically carries you out of the saloon.

“wait! seb!” your exasperated voice comes out as you’re being dragged out like a child who got in trouble. you’re so confused, why is sebastian making you leave? you were having fun!

the walk back to the farm was silent apart from sebastian’s heavy breathing and your continuous sputters. “why did you do that?” “sebastian answer me!” “you can’t just drag me away from my friends!”each question makes sebastian more riled up and irritated than before.

finally you’re on the porch of your farmhouse, but sebastian doesn’t reach for the handle. instead, he slams you against the door by your waist and peers down at you with those dark eyes.

“how dumb must you be..” he mutters. suddenly his hips make contact with you and oh-

everything clicks into place.

“s-sebastian..” you give a little whimper and start to squirm. “i didn’t mean to!” you plead.

“didn’t mean to?” he scoffs, “you know… if you were anyone else i would say you’re lying, but i know my girl and her little brain.”

that has a breathy moan leaving you and you spread your legs a bit. sebastian notices and shoves his knee between your thighs.

“you probably didn’t think about how your ass rubbin on me made me feel, probably didn’t notice those other men eyeing you up in there” sebastian all but grunts as he takes hold of your wrists and starts rubbing his thigh back and forth against your clothed pussy.

“no, seb, i swear i didn’t know..” you whimper softly as the throbbing between your legs grows more intense. he growls at your words and swiftly flips you so your front is pushed up against the door.

“yeah yeah, i know you didn’t, but you got me all worked up and now you gotta fix it, little slut.” sebastian’s gruff voice vibrates into your ear. the metal of his belt makes a soft clink sound as he unbuckles it and shimmies his pants down.

“wait- seb, not out here!” you exclaim but a pale hand clamps down over your mouth.

“oh don’t complain now, baby. i want the whole town to hear you fix this problem you made.” he grunts slightly as he takes his other hand and yanks your dress up to bunch at your waist before quickly working to get your underwear down to your ankles. it would make for quite a conversation if one of your neighbors happened to see you.

sebastian takes his swollen tip and taps it against your slit. a broken “please” leaves your lips as he starts rutting between your folds.

“aww look who’s worked up now?” sebastian chuckles darkly. with one swift thrust he’s stretching you full, tapping your cervix with his mean length.

a groan escaped his mouth as he’s finally inside your plush walls. it’s really not his fault- he had to practically split you open without warning. you were the one who got him painfully hard at the saloon. you were the one who had those pretty hips and plump ass to grind up against him. you were asking for it, really.

“seb!” you moan out as he starts his punishing rhythm. his hips snap against you fast, pushing his cock right up against your sweet spot with each thrust.

“that’s it, doll, scream my name.” sebastian smirks as he uses your pussy to bring him closer and closer to climax. he wraps one arm around your waist to pull your hips even closer to him. his other hand is still tight on your wrists, holding them in place while you pathetically scratch at the door.

the sound of your slick would surely be heard by anyone walking nearby, the unmistakable plap plap plap growing louder by the second.

“good girl- pussy’s basically sucking me in down here” sebastian teases breathily, “better cum before i do, baby, or you’re gonna be left just as worked up as i was at the saloon.”

the threat has your eyes rolling back into your head. you try to hyper focus on your own orgasm, willing yourself to tip over that edge that’s right there.

sebastian’s grunts become more frequent. his thrusts start to stutter. you know he’s close, and you are too. your thighs start to tremble and you feel your pulse in your clit.

“cmon~ let go. you know you want to, baby.” seb purrs in your ear. you don’t have time to question how he’s able to sound so put together while he thrusts into you like a jackhammer because your orgasm finally comes and waves of pleasure pulse through you.

sebastian continues his thrusts as you come down from you high, he’s quickly approaching his own climax. his grip tightens on you and you feel his hips slam against you one more time. seb holds your hips close as he shoots thick ropes of cum deep inside you.

the porch becomes silent apart from both of your heavy breathing. sebastian releases his grip on you, only leaving you standing on wobbly legs for a moment before he scoops you up and carries you into the farmhouse.

“thank you..” you murmur sleepily, snuggling into the crook of his neck.

“ohh don’t thank me just yet, i’m not done with you, little tease.” sebastian says, grip tightening on you before throwing you into your shared bed.

“be good for me so i dont have to tie you open..” he says quietly before diving between your thighs. you’re in for a long night.

[mollybun]

rings

harvey wearing his wedding ring

sebastian wearing an assortment of intricate metal rings on most of his fingers

sam wearing chunky silver rings

leah wearing the rings she has hand carved and varnished

how you can’t stop staring at their hands, even in public, because all you can imagine is how those rings feel fucking into you

[mollybun]

I loved your pup! Reader and seb fic!! It’s sososos good :D I hope to see more Seb x reader from you!

thank you so much!! 🫶🫶🫶

this is my first time ever posting any of my writing online so things like this make me so so happy

seb is my favorite bachelor so i have lots of ideas cooking for him (currently thinking about yandere! bachelors) or feel free to send any requests in 💕

[mollybun]

owner!seb x puppy girl!reader

warnings: pet play, humiliation, dumbification, boot worship, praise, degradation, subspace, edging, orgasm denial, some body worship (m!receiving, cock and ball worship), scent/sweat kink, 24/7 dynamic, possessive seb, “daddy” and “master” are used, throat fucking, handcuffs, creampie, idk general kink themes?

a/n: this took forever and is kinda messy but hopefully you enjoy this nasty filth

Sebastian had dreamed of having a girl like you for a long time, longer than he’d like to admit. Control was something he had been searching for his whole life. Complete control over one thing in his god damn life- it was all he wanted. As soon as you stepped foot in Pelican Town he wanted that control to be over you.

When Sebastian finally worked up the courage to ask you out, and you said yes, he was overjoyed! Dating you was one step closer to owning you, and boy did he want to own you. Sebastian was so happy to take you out on dates, shower you with affection, and take up most of your free time. He loved to learn the little things about you, like how you’re always ten minutes early to everything or how your eyes go wide and sparkly when you see something you love. Sebastian’s favorite thing he learned about you, however, was that you would be much easier to own and control than he had anticipated.

As soon as your blossoming relationship grew physical, he could see what a submissive girl you were. The first time things became heated you gave him a blowjob that made his toes curl. Sebastian reveled in the way you looked up at him with blown out pupils and an almost foggy gaze. When he came down your throat, you swallowed it all and then proceeded to keep sucking- like his cock had put a spell on you and you just couldn’t take your mouth off his oversensitive dick. The first time you two had sex, your wrists seemed to naturally land above your head as if you were inviting him to pin you down. Sebastian would’ve happily gripped at your wrists, he would’ve even tied you down, but he used every ounce of self control he had to give you a loving, tender first time together.

Then one day Sebastian found you tangled in the sheets of your bed, sound asleep. You looked so beautiful like this, lightly snoring with your hair splayed out across your pillow and your chubby cheeks flushed a warm pink. You looked so soft, so content- dare he say you looked innocent like this. Maybe you would look innocent if it weren’t for the obscene objects strewn around the bed. To your right lay an intense looking vibrator and a cute pink dildo, and to your left was your phone. The phone that you had clearly forgot to turn off before falling victim to the pull of that sweet post-orgasm sleep. Sebastian took in the view for a moment before going to tuck you into bed. Well, he would have if your phone screen hadn’t welcomed him with the sight of the porn you left open. Once he got a look he just couldn’t stop himself. He scrolled through videos and pictures, finding all the filthy fantasies you had kept hidden from him until now. He was ecstatic to see how kinky all of the content was, from girls on leashes to men stepping on throats. This was when Sebastian turned giddy, knowing after that day your whole relationship would change and you would happily agree to be owned by him.

Now, months later, Sebastian relishes in the control he has over you. He feels fulfilled, really, being your owner. He can tell you feel fulfilled too, your head has been held higher than ever since he put that collar on you. The rules he put in place have brought the gift of stability to your farmhouse, which he now lives in with you. The sex gets increasingly better each time, even when he’s being mean and doesn’t let you cum. Both of you are right where you want to be.

“Phew! I finished that new fence for you, puppy.” Sebastian tells you as he enters the house, his black boots stomping through the door. His dark fringe covers the small beads of sweat that have started to form at his hairline. Thankfully it was a very mild day, not too hot and partly cloudy, which he figured was the perfect weather to get that fence up. You walked over to him and gave him a big hug, “thank you! It’ll be perfect for the spring crops,” you exclaim as you place a big kiss to his cheek. “Anything for my sweet girl,” he smiles brightly at you, feeling proud that he gets to be the one building these things for you.

Sebastian’s smile turns into a smug smirk as he watches your eyes dart all over his body. Finally getting a chance to really soak in the view, you notice the sweat dripping down his forehead just above his eyebrow piercing. You notice the way his shirt is clinging to his warm body. You feel his strong hands resting on your waist and something begins to stir in you. Sebastian knows exactly what filthy thing you want and he intends to give it to you, but first he wants to play his favorite game called “Getting my Puppy Gf to Beg.”

“Well, I’m going to go shower now, puppy, but afterwards we can talk about dinner plans.” He says it with such certainty that you hesitate for moment before stopping him.

“Wait, Master..” you trail off, suddenly feeling shy. As Sebastian moves towards the bathroom, your arm reaches to gently grab his wrist. His dark eyes meet yours and you give your best puppy dog eyes, pleading and begging for him to touch you. While those eyes do make him stir below the belt, he hasn’t finished playing his game yet.

“Hmm? What is it, puppy?” He asks, voice laced with faux confusion. Realization hits as you take in his words and that tone: he’s going to make you use your words. You subconsciously press your thighs together at the thought.

“Please, Master..” You say quietly. It’s not good enough, you know that, but it seems too embarrassing to say anything more. Sebastian looks down at you, smirk creeping back onto his face. He moves closer to you and lightly plays with the collar around your neck, twisting it a little so you feel the material rub against your skin. Sebastian loves the way you shudder under his touch.

“Please, what? I need to know what you want, pup.” His voice curls around you like a warm blanket and you feel the heat rushing to right below your waist. You’re noticeably wet at this point which makes you shift uncomfortably. The slickness is pooling between your legs and starting a path down your thighs, courtesy of Sebastian’s “no panties unless I say so” rule. He notices your squirming and uses one of his legs to spread your legs apart.

“If there’s something you need, you can tell me, baby. If not, I’ll be heading into the shower to wash up.” Sebastian’s words leave you whimpering, the thought of him leaving right now to clean himself is unbearable. You want him and you want him now- you’ve always loved his natural musk and it’s only more enticing after he’s worked hard all morning. His hand travels slowly up and down your sides for a moment before sneaking under your shirt to continue rubbing along your torso.

“Please play with me, Master.” You say, looking down and away from Sebastian’s eyes. He grabs your chin, forcing you to meet his gaze.

“That’s a start, good girl.” He praises you as his thumb begins to lovingly stroke your jaw. You melt into the touch. His other hand travels further up inside your shirt, cupping one of your perfect tits. He lets out a small hum of approval as he squeezes and gropes your bare chest.

It’s not long before high pitched, borderline pathetic, whimpers come out of you and you plea for more. Sebastian chuckles lowly and tweaks one of your nipples.

“Puppy wants more, huh? Well let’s see just how badly you want it.” One of his hands leaves your jaw and travels down to the hem of your skirt while the other continues to caress your chest. Fingers rub gently across your thighs for a moment before dipping between your spread legs and brushing your bare core.

“Oh! Oh my~ You’re soaked, pup!” Sebastian says as he takes in just how needy you’ve gotten for your master. “I have to see this.”

Before you know what’s happening your shirt is pulled off your head and your skirt is yanked down your legs. Sebastian crouches down to inspect your wet cunt and sticky thighs. The intensity of his stare has you going all shy and flustered, trying to close your legs. His strong arms move them apart again, even wider than before.

“Ah ah ah, baby. I’m allowed to look at what I own, or did my dumb puppy forget whose pussy this is?” He asks tauntingly. Small whimpers continue to fall from your lips as his fingers return to rub along your slit. Then, a loud moan escapes your throat as one of Sebastian’s long digits prods at your entrance.

“Wow, so worked up down here. So wet for me.” Sebastian says as his finger starts to work in and out of you. He sets a fast pace, loving how his finger glistens every time he thrusts it out of your tight hole. When he adds a second one, you throw your head back and throw out a “please!”

His fingers speed up, pressing against that special spot inside you that makes your legs start to shake and you feel the knot in your tummy build.

“Oh! Hear that, puppy? This sweet pussy is talking to me,” he says as your dripping cunt begins to make an obscene sound from his fingers working inside you. Sebastian starts to make a show out of it- out of you-leaning his head to stick his ear out towards your crotch.

“What’s that? You want what?” A smug smile stretches across his lips, his fingers still fucking up into you. It’s humiliating- him talking to your body part as if it’s not even attached to you. Sebastian knows it’s humiliating and he knows you love it. He knows you love feeling like an object. He knows that as far as he’s concerned, you are an object.

Your legs start to shake as you near your orgasm, desperation showing through your needy cries for more. Sebastian lets out a hum of understanding, as if your cunt had told him a secret. Sebastian notices the tremble in your thighs. He knows you’re close.

“She says she wants to be left leaking!” He announces.

Suddenly his fingers pull out of you and he stands up. Your eyes go wide and you lose your balance from the pure shock of your orgasm being torn away from you. Sebastian is quick to catch your arms and he relishes in the obvious tremble in your limbs.

“Woah there, little puppy. Easy now. I need to go shower now..” Sebastian trails off before continuing. “Unless there was something else you wanted.”

The desperation you feel takes over, clouding your mind. You drop to your knees and look up at Sebastian through your thick eyelashes.

“Please, please, Master don’t go shower! Please play with me and let me lick your cock and make my pussy cum!” You ramble to him and he feels such pride in his chest. His puppy, all his, is begging so nicely for him.

“Aww- my little puppy is begging like a such a good slut. How could I say no when you ask so nicely?” He reaches over to the small table nearby, grabbing your leash and attaching it to your collar. Sebastian tugs on it once to make sure it’s secure before walking towards the living room. At this point you’re trembling with excitement, your brain can only think about pleasing Sebastian and the throbbing between your legs. You follow obediently on all fours behind him, as you’ve done so many times at this point in your relationship. He has you kneel in front of the plush armchair before he holds his hand up, signaling for you to stop.

“Stay.” Sebastian says firmly. When you look up at him from your spot on the floor he feels his cock twitch in his pants, he loves those doe eyes that let him know your little head is only full with thoughts of obeying him. He retreats into the bedroom for a moment before emerging with a pair of soft leather cuffs.

“My good puppy asking for what she needs. You need this, don’t you baby? Need to satisfy your master’s desires?” He gushes and pets your head. You nod, mind fuzzy as your tongue luls out of your mouth subconsciously. Oh how Sebastian loves when that tongue starts to come out, it’s a telltale sign that you’re ready to bend to his every whim.

“Ohh look at that empty head, so perfect for me.” He coos at you while he uses the cuffs to secure your wrists behind your back. You let out another sweet whimper but put up no struggle, you’ll do anything to make Master happy.

“There we go, all ready for playtime now, puppy.” Sebastian settles himself in the armchair as you continue to kneel beside him. You suddenly begin to press your thighs together again, longing for some way to relieve the ache between your legs. Sebastian chuckles in amusement and begins to maneuver your body like a doll. He lifts your hips slightly and spreads your legs, lowering you right onto his boot.

“Hump.” The word sends a shiver through your body. Your body moves before your mind can even catch up and you’re rutting against his boot like a bitch in heat. Sebastian can’t take his eyes off you. He is obsessed with how dazed you look, panting and moving your hips with pathetic fervor. He grips your leash tighter and pulls it taught to make you look him in the eyes.

Oh those eyes. Sebastian could see your hazy, fucked out, desperate eyes that showed him you were completely submissive. Your pupils are blown wide when you look at him. You love it when he turns your brain to mush, all you can think about is pleasing him. Slick has now covered the tip of his boot but you just keep rubbing. You feel the familiar knot building and moan loudly. Sebastian thinks you look so pathetic like this, humping and grinding to try and reach your orgasm. You don’t have half a mind to consider that you look pathetic in this moment, you just want to make Master happy.

When your hip movements get sloppier and your whines become higher pitched, Sebastian knows you’re close. He quickly moves his leg out from under you which leaves you rutting into the air where his boot once was. The noises you made were obscene- long whines and pleads of “more,” “please,” “I was so close.”

“Awww look at my desperate puppy! You wanted to cum so bad, huh? I can tell, you’re humping the air right now, pup.” Sebastian starts to pet your head as he coos at you and he relishes in the way you naturally lean into his touch. Sebastian believes he could have cum on the spot when you looked up at him, you had tears welling up in your eyes and your body was trembling beneath him. When he’s finally able to take his eyes off you he makes a small, fake gasp.

“Tsk tsk, puppy. Look at that mess you made on my shoe!” Sebastian gestures to the black leather. “Clean up your mess, mutt.”

You scramble to follow your Master’s command. Despite the tremble that runs through your body, you bring your face down to floor. Sebastian groans above you as your tongue comes out to lap at his boot. He loves to be in control of you like this, he loves that he has the power to make you do whatever filthy idea that comes into his brain.

“That’s it, that’s a good girl. Lick up that slutty mess you made.” Sebastian watches you lick your own pussy juice off of his boot like it was your favorite meal. You were sloppy with it, making little moans as you lapped at the leather. You couldn’t help it though! And Sebastian knew you couldn’t help it, after all he is the one who turns your brain off for you. He’s the reason you’re too dumb to do anything but follow whatever order he gives you.

“There’s my dumb puppy. Head feeling nice and empty down there?” He asks tauntingly. You barely process his words but you nod anyways.

“I think you’re ready for your treat, baby.” Sebastian’s voice comes out in that sultry tone that has your brain short circuiting. Once your little head comprehends what he said, you’re sitting up on your knees and looking at Sebastian excitedly.

“Dummy… so excited over some dick.” Sebastian mutters with a smirk. He’s quick to stand and pull his pants down, length slapping against his stomach. This is the part he’s been waiting for, the part where he truly watches your mind melt.

Sebastian has known for a while about your kinks. He even knows about the ones you swore you would never tell anyone. He knows how you love to feel like you’re beneath him, you love to worship him like he’s a god. He knows how you like to get yourself right to the edge and then leave yourself denied, even when you’re alone. And- despite your best attempt at hiding it, he knows you love to smell him. You love to sniff his natural scent. You love when he’s been sweating and you get to help clean his musk with your tongue. To put it simply: his smell turns you into putty.

Sebastian’s tip is red and shiny, his shaft throbs with each rush of blood being sent from his brain to his pelvis. Your mouth waters at the sight.

He sits back down in the plush chair, tugging your leash to move you closer to him. Sebastian flashes that sweet smirk at you before griping your hair and shoving your face into his crotch. He swears he can see your eyes roll back into your head as you begin inhaling his scent deeply.

“That’s it, my dirty puppy. Start licking.” Sebastian orders. You happily oblige, feeling yourself grow wetter as your tongue sticks out to lick a fat stripe from his balls to the tip of his cock.

Sebastian throws his head back as you begin doing what you do best. You’re kissing and licking and sniffing up and down his cock with an intensity that makes him want to bust all over your face right then and there.

“Atta girl” you hear Seb groan above you. Next thing you know, he’s gripping your hair again and shoving his dick deep down your throat in one thrust. A choking sound leaves your throat as he bucks his hips. His thrusts are mean from the start, giving you no time to adjust and making tears prick the corners of your eyes.

You can hear the slick sounds of him fucking your throat- gawk gawk gawk. Your slobber begins to pool at your chin as your jaw goes slack. The moans that try to escape your mouth around his cock are filthy.

“You’re enjoying this, huh? Like having your throat used like a fleshlight?” Sebastian almost grunts as he looks down at your pretty tear-stained cheeks. “God- why’d I even ask? It’s not like you can comprehend what I’m sayin.”

Sebastian’s moans become more frequent before he’s tugging you off, leaving your poor mouth empty. He’s catching his breath as you look up at him with those same hazy eyes. A long, needy whimper from you tells him you’re disappointed in the absence of his dick.

“It’s alright, baby. I want to cum inside that cunt.” Sebastian reassures you. You nod your along as you let him lay you down on the couch. He keeps hold of your leash as your back falls onto the soft material and your legs automatically spread for him. Sebastian can’t help but smile at how well he’s trained you.

“Sweet girl, so ready for me.” He says as he rubs his cock head between your slick folds. He gives a few mean taps to your sensitive clit that has you begging.

“Please, Daddy, please fuck me I need to be filled!” You’re moaning like a pornstar and Sebastian is shocked you can even form words with the state you’re in. He’s not the type of man to deny such a polite request, so with one thrust he pushes his thick member inside you.

“Fuck-“ You both say at the same time, Sebastian’s comes out as more of a groan and yours sounds like a whimper. He gives you- and himself- a moment to adjust to the feeling. Your plush walls always welcome him so nicely he swears he can cum from just entering you.

“Who owns this pussy?” Sebastian asks, his hand finding your clit and starting tight circles.

“You, Master!” The words fall from your lips like they have hundreds of times before. Sebastian, deciding to continue teasing you, keeps his hips at a stand still.

“And who owns you? Who owns every part of you? Who’s the only person that controls you?”

“You, Master, you! Please fuck me!” Your response must be good enough for him- either that or he is also feeling desperate to cum at this point. Sebastian begins snapping his hips against you roughly.

Moans fill your cabin as both of you get lost in the pleasure of his cock ramming deep inside you. Sebastian’s fingers continue circles on your sweet nub; you can feel that knot tighten in your core. Sebastian can feel it too, the way your hole clenches him and your muscles clench.

“Cum, baby, cum all over my cock.” he says huskily. With the permission of your master, you let yourself go- riding waves of pleasure as Sebastian continues to work you through your high. He doesn’t last long after feeling your pretty pussy flutter around him. He moans loudly as he fills you up with his cum, slowing his hips as he also comes down from his orgasm.

“Thank you, Master..” you say shyly as he pulls out, panting and giving a light chuckle.

“You did so well, my love.” He praises as he moves to begin cleaning you up and taking care of you. Sebastian might never tell you but this is his favorite part of having control of you- he loves to help put your mind back into place after being the one to make it melt.