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[angelmirth]

can u pls write something w toji and like y/n is being brat so he spanks her while making her count. and like by the end of the spanks shes already came like multiple times. and then they actually fuck.

a/n: YESSS toji is suuuuchhh a brat tamer imo.. and making u count like woah that's hot 🤤🤤 ur a genius 🤤🤤🤤 HAHA

boyfriend!toji brat tames you ✮⋆˙.⋆

w.c. 2160 nsfw contents. minors dni

smack!

your boyfriend's hand met your bare ass again, a pinkish hue starting to form on your round curves as the skin rippled.

"count." toji grumbled.

"four.." you whined, your knuckles white from balling your hands into fists.

you'd been pissing toji off alllll day. to start, in the morning before you guys had left to go to a cafe, toji had left his phone on the coffee table.

"baby, can you grab my phone for me?" he asked calmly, grabbing his keys and putting them into his pocket.

instead of responding or nodding as you usually did, you made sure to turn around slowly, so he could see the whites of your eyes as you practically rolled them into the back of your head. you didn't just hand it to him, either, instead you pushed down his phone into his open palm, as if every gram of weight you put into it was a physical representation of how annoyed you were to have to get his phone.

that first instant, toji chose to give you the benefit of the doubt. maybe your period was coming up and you just needed a coffee or some food at the cafe and you'd feel a little better.

but when you offered to order for the both of you at the cafe and the absolutely scuplted worker started stuttering and nervously laughing while you smiled and spoke sweetly to him, it started to get on his nerves a little more.

"your total is $23.54.. and by the way, you're, uh, really pretty. can i get your insta?" the barista shyly asked, his cheeks tinted an embarassing shade of pink.

"aww, thank you! here." you grinned, quickly pulling up your instagram and letting him type in his username. you even had the boldness to follow him first.

once you sat down, your boyfriend was not pleased. but you were too engrossed in stalking the worker's posts and highlights to hear him.

"babe, what the fuck was that? who even is that kid?" he scoffed.

squinting at his username floating above a post of him at the beach with no shirt on, you replied, "oh, uhm, his name's.. james."

"you know i don't like when you just give people your socials like that."

"mhm.." you nodded, still not making any eye contact with him.

"yeah, okay, you have fun and show all your little girl friends when he starts dm'ing you." he leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms.

it's safe to say it was pretty quiet for the rest of the afternoon. toji wasn't as worked up, but his hold on your waist as you explored downtown was extra firm.

when you two decided that it was about time to go home, you calmly mentioned the hot weather and interior of the car, telling him you would change as he slowed to a stop at a red light.

"we're almost home, just a few more minutes."

"i'll just change here, it's fine."

"are you crazy? c'mon, we're in the middle of traffic. people are gonna see."

you decided you wouldn't wait for him, and started tugging at the hem of your already tight shirt to reveal a skimpy white tank top that scooped up your tits and showed off your cleavage just the way he liked it. right now, however, he was not very pleased.

"oh, so that's how it's gonna be?" he implored, poking his tongue into his cheek, nodding. "you are so in for it."

with that, the light flickered green, and your head nearly slammed into the headrest from how hard he stepped on the gas pedal.

when you arrived at home toji played innocent. sitting on the couch, he waved his hand to you, inviting you to come sit in his lap. "c'mere, baby," he murmured. but when you were close enough, toji dragged you by the arm, pulling you face down onto the coach, your butt sitting perfectly in his lap.

"have you had your fun yet, baby? thought it was cute being a little brat and getting on my nerves all day?" he breathed as he lifted up your short skirt, toying with the lace that covered your bottom.

"what a slut," he said, hooking a finger underneath the seam of your panties and dragging them down your legs. "bet james would have quite the show seeing these, wouldn't he?"

all you delivered in response was a whine, but he wouldn't take that for an answer.

"answer me." he leaned down to your ear, a hand lightly tugging at a strand of your hair. "m-mhm.." you nodded.

your boyfriend didn't linger on the subject any longer, instead splayed his hand over your ass. "wouldn't you agree you're in for a punishment, baby?" he asked, squeezing the fat before landing a sharp slap! on it. toji laughed as your hips jerked at the stinging pain. "i'm not touching you until we're finished with twenty. and you're counting." he smirked.

you'd pitifully counted through six, desperately regretting everything with each reddening mark that he left. toji's clothed, slowly hardening bulge sat perfectly underneath your pussy. dreading the next slap, you figured you'd rather him have you go dumb choking on his cock than this.

another smack! brought you back to reality.

"s-seven.."

searching for something to distract yourself, you started grinding on top of him, whining softly every time you felt his tip graze your swollen clit. he lands another spank to your ass, harder this time, and your back arches.

"can't just start grindin' on me 'cause you want it, baby." he snarked, rubbing circles with his thumb into the plush spot he just hit.

"mmmghh— eight," you buried your face into the couch, moaning as your arousal spilled onto his lap. "fuck, you cumming already? nasty little girl.." he murmured, relishing in every second of you squirming on his lap.

having gotten distracted and nearly lost count, toji rutted his hips up into you, the crotch of his pants soaked from how many times you had pathetically came on top of him. you squealed at the contact, only to be met with yet another smack.

"eighteen." your muffled voice traveled through your hands. "toojjiii.." you pleaded, wanting so badly for him to just fuck you silly.

"can't wait a little longer, can you? so impatient." for a moment, you actually believed he'd let you off easy.

smack!

of course he wouldn't.

"nineteen."

smack!

"twenty."

your boyfriend didn't wait any longer. swiftly, he flipped you over onto your back, causing you to yelp as he buried his face in your pussy and took a breath in, your scent filling his nose.

the sound of his belt clinking and his zipper being pulled down was followed by a low groan as toji slapped his cock against you, teasing at your entrance. usually, he'd fuck into you slower, but this time a few more inches than just his angry red tip entered you suddenly.

"ohmygod, aaghhhh— toji..!" you stammered, your tight walls burning in a struggling attempt to take his length.

"that hurt?" you nodded frantically.

"yeah, maybe next time some other guy tries anything with you, you'll think about whose pussy this is. mine." his hands wrapped around your ankles, holding your legs in the air as he pushed stuffed the last agonizing inches of himself into you.

"fffuckk! yes, yes i will, 'ji, please!!" your neck lifed from the couch, and your closed eyelids opened to see for yourself toji's dick buried to the hilt, a creamy white ring already forming around it from your arousal.

he starts at a natural pace, slowly fucking you, but you know he's filled to the core with want the way he still slams into you with intention.

"take that top off for me," he requests, and your hands weakly pull at it until you can peel it off to reveal your bare tits.

your walls clench tighter and your moans grow louder while toji has his way with you, your pussy barely fitting every inch of him every time he shoves his cock back into you.

a hand squeezes at your breast, then a thumb circles your hard nipple, and all of a sudden his mouth is suctioning at the supple skin; your toes curl at the extra stimulation.

his torment on your cervix never slows, and you swear he's about to rearrange your guts with the rate of his relentless thrusts, especially with your legs in the air, allowing him to go as deep as he wants.

"you like this, don't you?" he smirks, letting go of your nipple with a soft pop. his finger tracing your damp areola before using it to rub your clit. "m-mhm, hah.. fuck, don't stop!" you choke out. your head is empty and all you can think about is how close you are to cumming again.

feeling your walls flutter around him, his speed picks up more, how is that possible? you think, replacing your boyfriend's grip on your ankle with your hand, squeezing it tightly to keep him close as he brings you to the edge.

the way he holds your hand is so intimate compared to the lust that had consumed the both of you, and his eyes meet yours. he looks so fucking hot on top of you, toned muscles poking through his skin with every movement, while he admires you melting underneath him with glassy eyes, your nails pressing crescents into the back of his hand.

"ngghhh, 'm so close.." you moan, his deep thrusts hitting all the right spots.

"soak this fucking cock, baby. it's all yours, yeah? 'm gonna fill up this pretty pussy 'til you're leaking all over the damn sheets tonight." he lets out a guttural moan, burying his length in you and his hips unmoving as thick ropes of his cum flood your insides.

you do exactly as toji instructs, moaning alongside him as the two of you get your long-awaited release.

"so pretty," he flashes you a smile, leaning back into the couch cushions and letting you straddle him. his hands rest easy on your hips, and you giggle as he presses tiny kisses onto your cheeks.

of course, he's the only man that could get you like this. fucking you like there's no tomorrow one minute and holding you so gingerly the next. but obviously cumming just three times in one hour isn't nearly enough for your bratty attitude.

you slump down onto his shoulder, "toji.. want more.." you pout, batting your lashes at him, the way that makes him never want to tell you no.

"greedy little thing, aren't you?" he teases, but obliges. he taps two fingers at your side, a signal to rise from his lap before lining himself up with your sopping entrance.

no matter how many times you sink down on him, his sheer size never fails to surprise you. your lips part and you let out a gasp as the final inches of him disappear inside.

you rock your hips slow, hands on his shoulders to support yourself. there's nothing you want more than him, but your whole body feels numb from pleasure. toji knows that, and he grinds upward for you, letting you feel good without having to lift a finger.

his thrusts are also gentle, but enough to make you whimper with each brush to your g-spot and you wrap an arm around the back of his neck, bringing your faces milimeters from each other.

gathering up some strength for him, you match his pace and ride him lazily. toji brings your lips to his again, and his tongue pokes at your lips, waiting for your invitation.

for a while, you just sit there half-cockwarming him and half-riding him, letting your boyfriend suck on your tongue and leave whatever marks he wants all over your neck, a reminder that you're all his.

"feels s' good baby," you purr, lips brushing against his ear.

"good." he rasps, his swollen tip leaking cum slowly into you, making the lewd wet sounds made by your pussy bouncing on his cock even louder.

another orgasm hits you, the impact softer this time. toji brings a finger to your clit, rubbing it softly as you claw at his chest and shoulders to ground yourself.

when your wave of pleasure passes, you rest your head, breathless, on his shoulder, and he swipes his fingers along your opening, coating them in your milky liquids before bringing them to his mouth, sucking his digits clean.

"you're gross." you laugh, adjusting your place on his lap.

"y' taste so sweet though, baby." he retorts, prying open your mouth with his fingers to let you have a taste.

you splay a hand on his chest, sighing defeatedly. "yeah, sure."

toji wraps his arm around your lower back, running his hand along your spine as you sit staring off into the distance.

"you wanted this all along, didn't you?"

a/n pt. 2: didn't proofread this as much as my other works but oh well! i had fun writing this but it took me a WHILE idk why.. anyway hope you enjoyed and you should totally like or reblog or drop an awesome comment if u liked this ;)

[https-iso]

satoru is surprised to see that his new neighbor is young & beautiful, not an old hag.

satoru gojo doesn’t do relationships, is what he says every time a hook up tried staying until the morning. he’d go into a bar in hopes of blowing off some steam after a long day of work, find a pretty face, and ruin it back in his apartment.

his neighbors were sick of his behavior, eventually not being able to handle it anymore leaving moving out as the only option. it was an insanity for the luxury apartment complex to refuse to do anything other than give him warnings time to time. that was because satoru would just pay them to leave him alone.

his loud moans along the sounds of skin on skin were the last thing one needed to hear at three in the morning, so it wasn’t a surprise to see mr. & mrs. iori packing their things not even a month after moving in.

they shot the white haired boy a dirty look as they carried their boxes outside. satoru would only respond with his stupid smirk.

the rumor of a new neighbor settling in next door to him spread quickly. everyone spoke of you so kindly because of how you’ve given each of the families on your floor a plate of sweet treats.

a pout would appear on satoru’s face upon hearing of you. why haven’t you given him anything? you live right next to him for gods sake!

the last time he had a girl over was well over a week ago, his work being more demanding leaving no room for his activities. his body shook with excitement, hands groping the blondes body watching as her nipples hardened under the cold weather. right as he was about to take one into his mouth, the doorbell rang.

satoru groaned in annoyance, pulling back with reluctance. he stood up, re-adjusting his raging boner inside his pants to answer the door. to his surprise, it was you.

“hi,” your soft voice cut through the air. “i’m new here, thought it’d be best to finally introduce myself to my neighbor. wasn’t so sure if anyone lived here since it’s always so quiet!”

oh you poor innocent thing.

but oh my god. you’re no old lady who bakes and sews in her free time. you’re around his age, with a pretty face that practically made his jaw drop in awe as his eyes landed on yours. 

satoru could hear his hook up calling for him to come back, making him close the door slightly behind him so you wouldn’t be able to hear her. “yeah, sorry just been so busy. but, i’ve heard about you…” he dragged out the ‘o’

“y/n”

“y/n” he repeated, testing out your name himself. and it felt so right. “i’m satoru, satoru gojo.”

you shook his slightly clammy hand after he offered it to you. “well, satoru, i really hope you enjoy the cookies. have a goodnight.”

“you too..” his eyes trailed after you even as you walked away.

at that moment, he knew he wanted you & for more than just sex. he wanted what was shown in romcoms, when they’d go through fights and then hold hands and kiss under the rain. stuff like that.

but satoru gojo doesn’t do relationships.

he had no clue how they worked, really. the most he could do was touch himself at the thought of you. the way your loving voice would say good morning to him in the hallway or when you’d offer to babysit his nephew, megumi, when he was busy with his job.

you were so perfect.

“ngh fuck!” he whimpered out in the shower. the hot water hitting his bare back enough to make him arch into it. his hand squeezed the base of his cock, watching as his tip exposed itself once the skin was pulled back. the tip that was usually pink had now turned into an angry and desperate red.

“bet your mouth would look so pretty wrapped around me.” he whispered to nobody, throwing his head back as he quickened the speed of his hand. it was cramping from how hard he was going on himself, cumming hard onto the bathroom wall.

any evidence of an orgasm was washed away by the water that was pouring out of the shower head.

“what a waste.” he watched the cum disappear. it’d look much better painted on your back.

when other neighbors warned you of satoru, urging you to get earplugs, you were confused to say the least. “earplugs? what for?”

“he’s always moaning with a new girl every other week day. we’ve tried putting in complaints but the complex won’t do anything of it.”

“really?  i haven’t heard anything.” which was a lie, partially. satoru didn’t moan to another girl these days that wasn’t you. every whimper and moan that slipped out of his place, spilled into yours. it was cute really, hearing his needy sounds with your name on his tongue after every interaction he had with you.

it was a huge help for you as well. having difficulty finishing, it became easier with just listening to him. your vibrator would touch just right, hand shaking as you moved the wand up and down.

the sudden silence of satoru’s place spread around the building. the fact that he hasn’t brought a girl over in a few weeks raised suspicion and honestly, worried everyone.

“maybe his company is being harsh again.”

“doubt it, he’d still find a way to have sex. something is seriously wrong.”

so they all kept a close eye on him, observing the way his line of sight lingered on your door every time he would leave or enter his place. satoru has been contemplating on returning the basket you had given him since you first spoke. it’s been sitting on his desk for a while now, collecting dust. surely, you wanted it back.

with the help of his black credit card, he filled the basket up with hundreds of roses, leaving it at your doorstep with a small note inside. 

your eyes widened when you reached your door after a long day of work, wondering if you were hallucinating or not. you bent over to grab the basket, reaching inside for the piece of paper. 

“feel like we barely speak other than you babysitting for me & the usual ‘hello’s’ & i’d love to take you out some time if that’s alright.” 

at the bottom read his initials.

s.g

his heart wouldn’t stop beating in excitement upon your acceptance. but since he was satoru gojo at the end of the day, the boy who swore he doesn’t do relationships — has no idea how relationships operate.

“i think ill have.. the vietnamese coffee.” you smiled up at the barista who jotted down your order on their notepad.

“uh yea ill get that too..” satoru stuttered, trying his best to calm down the pressure he was feeling in his pants. he had no idea you have heard him jerking off to you for the past two weeks and even more so that you were doing the same. 

when you spoke, all he could do was nod like a stupid bobble head, memorizing every word you said.

you were both out for a few hours getting to know each other better giving him extra time to figure out which position to have you in by the end of the night.

he knew doggy style would feel the best, but he really wanted to see your face. so, mating press would do it. except, you didn’t go into his apartment after heading back from the cafe. and you didn’t let him into yours.

“alright, good night satoru. thank you again for the date. hope we can go out again?”

he blinked, nodding. “of course. yeah, fuck of course.

with another of your gentle smiles, you leaned up to place a kiss on his cheek before entering your apartment, closing the door behind you with a soft click.

satoru stood there in shock. 

you didn’t want to fuck him? were you teasing him? surely you’d open the door again and allow him to come in so he could fuck you until all you knew how to say was his name.

but you didn’t. 

you made him wait. 

2..3..4 dates went by and the most you’ve done was hold hands as you walked through the mall and kiss each other strictly on the face. his personal favorite was the cheek so he could attempt to move his head to the side, allowing your lips to accidentally graze his.

but whenever he tried this dirty trick, you’d move away just in time. he was growing frustrated. you wouldn’t even kiss him let alone sleep with him!

yes of course he wanted to be yours more than anything but god did he want to feel your body under his.

finally, on the fifth date, you two made it official and the neighbors had a field day with that. for a bit at least.

“did you hear satoru and the cookie girl got together?”

“shut up. don’t tell me that’s the reason we’ve finally been able to sleep peacefully lately.”

“who could’ve seen this-“

“coming! m’cumming!” you whimpered into your bedsheets, tears streaming down your flushed face.

satoru finally had you where he wanted, underneath him sobbing dumbly over his fat cock after finding your toys in your closet. “ha.. so you’ve been playing with these shitty things knowing i needed ya?” 

he coo’ed feeling you tighten around him. “fuck. did ya hear me touch myself every night, hm? you got off on that?” 

your eyes rolled back once he brought your vibrator to tease your clit all while he kept hitting the spot that had you seeing stars. 

“mmm,” he chuckled. “who’s making you feel better huh?” 

“y-you! you satoruuu!” 

his hand that was placed on the small of your back moved to spank your plush ass, adding onto the already existing hand marks. 

“knew i had to have this pretty pussy the second you knocked on my door. i’m mad at you, baby. should’ve knocked on my door for a different reason but hey, least you’re my girl now.” 

he moved your head to the side, smashing his lips onto yours in a messy kiss. “go on sweets. cum.” he ordered.

you didn’t need to be told twice. 

your sweet juices spilled out over his length, body collapsing completely over the bed. satoru slowed his movements, fucking back your orgasm into you before spilling his seed in you. 

“nice and deep.. good girl.” 

his thumb shifted to turn off the toy, throwing it somewhere in the room. his cock slipped out of you making you whine. 

“oh? you want more? should’ve just said so, love.”

his hands grabbed onto yours waist, flipping you over so now you were both face to face. “let’s try this position now.”

the neighbors might’ve gotten a few weeks of peace, but they now had to deal with satoru fucking the pretty girl that lived on the same floor.

[melancholiclace]

you're crying after a guy bothers you... and your boyfriend isn't about to let it slide.

bleehhh can't sleep and i made up this scenario w fratkuna sooooooooocontains college au frat!ryomen sukuna x midsize!fem!reader; themes of harrassment (the culprit is naoya bc i saw his ass in the manga😐), ryo is like ur knight but not in the toxic alpha male way ew & he punches a guy, & i'm using the hcs that toji, choso, & geto are all in a frat with him + the gojo twins are present (honorable mentions for twins satoshi "fratjo" gojo and satoru nerdjo🫶) and everyone goes to 'tokyo college of jujutsu tech', and dw it turns into fluff n comfort—btw this is noooottt proofread

"girl, you're really cute."

another nervous giggle, playing with a lock of your hair. jesus christ, you just wanted to get out of that fucking western poetry class.

you'd only taken the class because you needed a humanities elective, and it had looked interesting! unfortunately for you, though, every guy who thought they were a major philosopher and the next unbiological love child of nietzsche had also taken the class! and sadly, you had caught the attention of one of those guys—naoya zenin, one of the dean's relatives.

he was toji's cousin, you knew, and toji was your boyfriend's frat brother... so maybe you were fine? you tried to convince yourself you were as you sped walked out the door, naoya hot on your trail with a sleazy grin and a mouth full of harrassment.

"where ya goin'? class just ended, sweetie."

"i can't stay," you said quickly, heeled boots clicking rapidly against the floor. you'd dress so cute that—polka-dot glasses, a pink off-the-shoulder sweater, black skirt, and knee-high boots that really captured the prime look of a college girl! and it was being wasted because this motherfucker was ogling you. "i have to go back to my dorm."

"why? need an escort?"

"no, i know the way."

"well, someone might hassle you."

"somebody already is hassling me."

"huh?" that made naoya pause—but only momentarily. once he realized what you meant, he fell back into step behind you, seeming even more determined than before. "got some bite on you. i like that. lot of women don't know when they should play it easy or hard to get—you do."

you hated when guys couldn't just take no for an answer the first time. because that meant you had to use the next excuse up your sleeve—

"my boyfriend wouldn't like that you're following me. i really can't stay and talk, and i'd like it if you would kindly leave me alone."

you said it as curtly and politely as you could, then, before the surprised naoya could reboot and say anything else, you bolted through the doors of the humanities hall and out into the spring day.

campus was lively in the afternoon. there was ultimate frisbee and football being played, groups of friends on picnic blankets talking and tanning, girls swirling their boba and iced coffee as they commuted from classes and dorms—and there was ryomen's and a handful of his frat sitting on benches in the quad, lounging after smoking.

well, choso and geto were still slightly buzzed. toji hadn't taken a pass, and it took more than a few puffs to get to ryomen.

"oh my god, i can't feel my tongue," choso muttered, rubbing his eyes. his black mullet was shaggy, messed up, and he smelled like he'd been waterboarded in geto's cologne to cover up the post-smell of weed.

geto, sitting wide and strumming his guitar absently, grinned lazily. "you're too easy, man. second-hand molly in the wind would get you fucked."

"nuh-uh."

"uh-huh."

"shut the fuck up," toji muttered, waving his hand dismissively as he rubbed his face with the other. "i still have a goddamn headache."

"not our fault you hit your head on a fucking table last night," ryomen laughed.

toji groaned, turning his head to look off into the distance. the activity on campus only worsened his pulsing skull. "swear to god, 'm concussed or something. shouldn't have on that chair when i was drunk."

"you should've came." choso tapped ryomen's knee. "where were you?"

"with his giiiirrrllll," geto teased.

"yeah, yeah." ryomen didn't care if everyone in all of fucking tokyo knew he was whipped—he was whipped for you, his sweet little girlfriend. "not my fault i wanna spend one night of the weekend watchin' pretty woman again instead of watching toji crack his head open."

like he was summoned by his name, toji started shaking ryomen's shoulder. "dude."

"one sec—" ryomen was about to say something else to choso, but toji wrenched his arm to the side. "what the fuck! what?"

"look where i'm fuckin' looking." toji pointed across the quad. "isn't that—"

"holy shit," geto said when he saw you briskly walking and crying, like you were trying to escape someone—you had been.

choso frowned when he followed everyone's line of sight. "is that your girlfriend? why is she crying?"

"i... gotta go." ryomen got up from the bench without another word and started across the quad. when he realized how fast you were walking, he thanked god that he was an athlete and started running after you. "hey!"

when you hear a male voice, you automatically moved quicker, expecting it to be naoya again—but then it repeated, and you recognized ryomen.

"baby? hey, slow the hell down!"

fuck. you didn't want him to see you crying. think, think, think—

but it was too late. ryomen had reached you, grabbed you by the shoulder, and turned you around in an instant. "shit, thought i was going to lose you. what's—"

you couldn't held but sob even harder when he began to ask you what was wrong, and ryomen gaped at your puffy, round face, smudged mascara, and the salty streams of tears down your cheeks.

"oh god, angel. what's wrong? c'mere, can i hold you?"

as expected, since he had the biggest soft spot and change of attitude when he was with you, ryomen engulfed you in the comforting embrace of his arms and let you bury your face and ruined makeup against his racing jacket.

"ok, ok," he whispered softly against your hair as he stroked it. "deep breaths. in and out, yeah? gotta calm down and take proper breaths. can i see your purse, please, hon? don'tcha keep tissues in there?"

"i—" you wheezed slightly, trying not to choke on tears or words. "i was gonna wait inside until i looked for 'em..."

"all right, well, i'm here now. let me see."

carefully, he slipped your purse off your shoulder, located the pack of tissues inside, then extracted one so that he could dab your face gently. "there we go. better, hm? keep breathing f'me, just like that, pretty girl."

when you had calmed down enough to not explosively weep again, ryomen caressed the side of your face and asked, "tell me what happened."

you crossed your arms, lips pursed in a pout. "no."

you knew what he would do if you told him that naoya zenin bothered you...

"what? fuck you mean—" he inhaled slowly, then tried again, softer. "angel, how can i help if i don't know what's wrong? or—how are you gonna feel better if you don't talk about what made you cry like that? i mean, you were going pretty fast in those heels, i imagine something happened."

after a pause, he hardened. "did someone fucking do something to you?"

"ryo—"

"nah, don't give me that soft stuff. tell me who and what."

"it wasn't anything serious!" you insisted, holding him tightly. "seriously."

"tell. me."

"promise me you won't be mad!"

"no."

"ryo!"

"was it a guy?" he brushed a few hairs out of your face, grimacing. "i'll beat the shit out of him if it was."

"it was a small incident. small, that's it."

"or was it a girl? 'cuz satoshi's brother satoru knows a girl named shoko in pre-med, she'll fight anyone—unless you don't care if i do it, because i'll hit anyone you ask, babe—"

"stop!" you shook him slightly. "a guy kept following me around and bothering me, i just wanted him to go away—and he did! he just... overwhelmed me. i was scared."

ryomen stared at you when you finished speaking. he blinked a few times and nodded slowly, tongue against the inside of his cheek. "ok. yeah, ok."

you frowned, watching as his face contorted. "what?"

"this happened just now?"

"um... like ten minutes ago."

"where?"

you picked at your nails, growing nervous. "...the humanities building."

he'd turned on his heel without a second thought, and you hurried after him, having known he probably would've gone off the moment you gave him all the details, like a bloodhound with a scent for prey.

"wait—ryo! it's not that big of a deal!"

"not that big of a deal my ass." he was practically snarling.

who you didn't expect to see soon after ryomen was on his war path was the culprit himself. naoya was crossing the pavement, staring at his phone—but when he saw the tattooed, six-foot-four jock headed his general direction, he couldn't help but freeze. you also stopping, surprised and wary, was a dead giveaway on who the guy ryomen was looking for was.

ryomen glanced between naoya and you, then pointed. "him?"

you slowly let go of his arm, knowing there was little you could do to help the situation or stop your boyfriend. "yeah..."

calmly—too fucking calmly—he continued down the sidewalk until he was a few yards from naoya, then he nodded once and said, "hey, man."

naoya, contemplating fight or flight, tried to remain casual and nodded back. "hey..."

"wanna ask you—you bother that girl over there earlier?" he jutted a thumb over his shoulder, at your nervous figure in the distance.

"i didn't bother her. i was just talking to her."

"in what way."

"huh?"

"In what way—because you sound like a really shitty guy to talk to if she walked away crying."

"not my fault she didn't—"

before naoya could finish casting off whatever blame onto you, ryomen winded back a tight fist and clocked him in the nose.

naoya yowled in pain the moment the fist connected with his face, and he recoiled, hands snapping up to cover his soon-to-bleed nose. "what the fuck is wrong with you?!"

"ryomen!" you cried from behind him.

across the quad, it seemed that the others ryomen were with before had witnessed everything.

"ry!" toji waved a relaxed arm, like he knew ryomen had everything handled but still wanted to be nice and extend an offer. "good?"

ryomen cracked his knuckles, then wrung out his pulsing hand. "yeah, he shouted back. "good."

"is she ok?" choso called over, pointing at you.

"i'll take care of her."

"'kay, i guess." geto watched the entire thing with a skeptical look. "see you later."

without exchanging any words, ryomen returned to you and carted you up to his dorm. he was glad that you didn't protest or refuse to go with him—he surely thought you were mad at him, until you whispered the soft "thank you" to him at his door. he simply kissed your head and pushed the door open.

in his dorm, he insisted you clean while he ordered food. lounging in his bed, shirtless now and just in a pair of sweatpants, he scrolled on his phone while resting a hand on you. you'd positioned yourself beside him after cleaning off your tear-streaked makeup and changing into one of his hoodies.

"sushi and boba, or thai?" ryomen asked, rubbing slow circles on your thighs. he loved to grip the plush there, to kiss up from your calf to the softness of your belly—he would later, but right then, he was focused on getting you fed and rested, the two things he thought key in recovering from bad days. "wait. chinese?"

you ran a hand through his hair and leaned over to peck his cheek. "anything."

"you always say that, baby."

"i know."

"ok. sushi and boba."

you smiled. "i trained you right."

taking a moment, ryomen dropped his phone and grabbed your jaw to bring you in for a full, proper kiss that lasted until you were both breathless. and when you pulled away only slightly, hovering closely above him, lips still brushing, he licked his lips and smiled. "you're ok, right? not mad?"

"no," you said, tilting your head slightly. "not mad. maybe a little annoyed that you always jump to violence, but... i really appreciate you wanting to protect me. i know you just want me to be all right in the end."

"damn right i do. i love you, gorgeous."

smiling, you kissed him once more. "i love you too, ryo. now order the food before the place closes."

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[ryosdoll]

⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ็ ݄ itadori𝓈⠀⠀𝓈tressed ⠀⠀𝓈cholar 𓈒

your bed dips slightly as you out your weight onto it. you glance towards your desk, the papers and assignments scattered across, looking like some sort of nest a bird tried to make. you let out a small sigh, trying to keep it together as your thoughts scramble into big mess. you don't even realize your crying until you feel the tears hit your lap.

knock knock!

“(name) ? are you in there ? you weren't in class today !”

you hear the sweet little pink haired boy, itadori squeak out.

you quickly wipe your tears, trying to get rid of your rosy cheeks from crying as you patter toward your dorm door and open it slowly as itadori's face slips into your view.

“ (name) ! I brought some take out ! here, it's your favourite, the little–... ”

yujis excitement in his voice dies down slowly as he catches sight of your rosy cheeks and tear brimmed eyes, realizing that you've been crying. a little frown makes his way to his face as he let's himself in and holds both of your shoulders gently.

“ hey.. what happened? why are you crying? ”

he gently asks as he leads you to the couch in your dorm and sits you down. you're about to explain yourself before he quickly rushes off to your bedroom. you let out a soft sigh and close your eyes, waiting for him to come back. the thoughts of all the work you have due this week rush into your mind all at once, and you start to feel the lodge in your throat build again, tears threatening to spill. you're reminded that Itadori is here when you feel a soft, blanket being draped over your legs. your favorite one, in fact and yuji putting the takeout on the desk next to you. he slips onto the couch next to you and starts to scroll through the channels until he settles on one of the shows you find funniest.

“ here, look! your favorite. now, please stop crying.. It's gonna make me cry as well, okay? now come on and eat. I know you've been stressing over the work. ”

you let out a soft chuckle and snuggle into his side before letting yourself speak in a quiet, sore voice.

“ I just don't.. feel smart anymore. I'm always on my A-game with the work.. but I just don't have the motivation anymore.. I don't know why. ”

you feel your voice get shakier as you let the words slip out. suddenly, yujis voice breaks rje silence after your confession.

“ are you kidding me? (Name), you're the smartest person I know! I mean, you literally know everything. I think you're the smartest person I have ever, ever met. ”

you giggle at his response, and nod.

“ thank you, Itadori. even if there's not much competition on who's the smartest in our friend group. ”

as the night goes on, yuji slowly makes the thoughts and stress of schoolwork slowly dissapear with the night ending with you asleep on the couch, cuddled up to yuji.

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[satomiu]

꒰ 𓈒 ׁ ︎ ︎ ✿　GOOD @ GOODBYES ! ㅅ `͈ 𓏼 )ა first kiss 𝑤. ͏͏ sukuna　　ac. su2kuna ಎ ⎯⎯ 　✉️　awky ⨍ reader　　2.2k

the only shocking thing about ryomen sukuna was that he was a surprisingly good boyfriend. like, embarrassingly good to you.

he was still the occasional dickhead, obviously. but at least he nice about it. he always went at your pace, never pushed when you got shy or overwhelmed, never made you feel stupid for needing reassurance. hell, he even showed up with a bouquet of lilies for your first “official” date with him.

and the date itself wasn’t anything extravagant either. no fancy rooftop reservation, no over the top attempt to sweep you off your feet. just a quiet little restaurant tucked between buildings, warm lighting spilling across wooden tables while soft music played somewhere overhead.

simple. intimate. perfect for you.

a secluded booth in the corner, sukuna sitting across from you with an unfairly soft look in his eyes whenever you got shy and toyed with your food.

and you were doing fairly well. right up until the date ended that is.

because now here you were, heart hammering violently against your ribs, butterflies wrecking your stomach as you hurried, nearly ran, toward your apartment door, leaving behind one very confused sukuna standing a few steps away.

which, in hindsight, probably wasn’t the smoothest way to end a date with your boyfriend.

“oi.”

you froze with your hand on your purse, about to reach for your keys, head snapping up at his voice as he made his way toward you, his hands buried deep in his pockets.

you turned your head slowly, eyes trailing up his tall frame, though looking at him only made things worse; his pink, coral strands faintly glowing under the streetlight, tan skin catching the light, black markings accentuating the sharpness of his features.

yeah. you didn’t stand a chance.

“. . . what?”

he scoffed. “what?” he mimicked under his breath, head tilting slightly, eyes sharp and fixed on you. “you forgetting something?”

your brain only buffered, eyes darting between his face and everything else: left, right, anywhere but him. “no..?” — humming under your breath as you dug through your purse.

lip gloss.

receipt.

wires.

a sonny angel, for some reason . . ?

everything but your keys.

normally, you weren’t this awkward. you just weren’t used to this. dates with people you actually found attractive. emotionally. intellectually. physically. romantically. sexually—

“you regret comin’ out with me?”

oh . . . 

for a second you almost forgot he was there. well not really. sure, you tuned him out but you could definitely feel him. you could never really ignore ryomen sukuna; the sound of his breathing, the shift of his weight, his presence pressing against your senses, it was all there.

“what?” you blurted, finally looking at him in the eye.

sukuna leaned against the wall beside your door, pink hair shifting against his forehead, his expression unreadable, save for the faint amusement in his eyes.

“you heard me.”

your brows knitted together, mouth opening, then closing, before finally speaking: “no…”, your voice coming out a soft whisper.

his slitted eyebrow only cocked up at you, a faint laugh escaping his throat. “no?” the single word rolled off his tongue slowly, thick with amusement as he watched you, heat crawling higher up your neck under his stare, your movements growing clumsier the longer he looked at you.

“you’ve been diggin’ through that bag for, what, five minutes now. plus you nearly jumped outta a moving vehicle.” he continued lazily, pushing himself off the wall beside your door. “it makes a man wonder.”

“i’m not doing anything,” you said, quieter now, finally meeting his eyes for half a second before looking away again. “you’re the one who keeps staring me down.”

“mm,” he hummed, “so, lookin’ at you’s the issue.” his eyes flickering over your face once more, slow and unhurried. “that right?”

well, yes, that was part of the problem. but it wasn’t thee problem. because the actual problem was much worse. the actual problem was that you liked sukuna. like. like-liked. and he liked you too.

“well, no! i just—”　　 what an insufferable man. 　　“i really liked going out with you,” voice going a mile a minute before taking a deep breath, lacing your fingers together in front of you, fidgeting under his gaze. “i loved it.. actually.. i’m not trying to run from you or anything.”

“just nervous.”

“nervous?” he repeats after you, the word foreign on his tongue, “that’s what we’re callin’ it? you’re just embarrassed ‘cause you’ve got it bad for your boyfriend.”

your heart nearly jumps out of your chest, heat flooding your face all at once. “what?! no! don’t put words in my mouth.” you blurt, your hand flying up to shove his chest with a dull thud.

sukuna only lets out a low laugh before his hand comes up quickly to close around your wrist mid motion; his grip gentle but firm, holding you there as his other hand stays buried in his pocket. barely trying.

“so… you gonna say bye properly now?”

you gulp, your hand relaxing in his soft grip. “well… how do you want me to say bye?”

sukuna doesn’t answer, instead, he gently lowers your hand between you, scarlet eyes locking onto your softer, pliant eyes.

“your call.”

and the space between you two seems to freeze, soft silence of the night stretching between the two of you. easy on his end, unbearable on yours.

“w—well…” your eyes flick between his for a second before betraying you entirely, dipping down to his lips without meaning to. “i—” you huff. your throat feels dry, yet it feels unreasonable. sukuna wouldn’t judge you, you hope.

“i wanna kiss you… goodbye...”

“platonically,” you added after a moment.

. . .

his brows lifted slowly.

“you wanna kiss me. platonically?”

“um.” your voice came out smaller than intended. “yes.”

“yeah? and i’m sure those pretty little eyes of yours are lookin’ at me real platonically too.”

“that too.”

silence.

then sukuna hummed low in his throat, all amusement, already taking a step back.

“ah. got it.” he turned slightly, gesturing vaguely over his shoulder. “well, in that case— have a nice night.”

your eyes widened immediately. “wait—”

he kept walking.

not far. just enough to be annoying.

“sukunaaa,” you whined, hurrying after him before your fingers caught around his forearm, dragging him back to your doorstep. “not like that.”

a soft huff escapes him, his mouth quirking upwards, canines softly refracting the dim light — not quite a smile, but rather satisfaction. “hm?” he glanced down at your hand on his arm. “so now it’s not like that?”

your grip tightens for a second before you realize it and quickly loosen your hand, heat rushing straight to your face. “i—no, i mean—just—don’t pretend you don’t know what i mean…”

his gaze flicks over your face for a second, slow and unreadable, before he scoffs “you’re the one makin’ it complicated.”

“shut up,” you mutter instantly, but there’s no real bite to it, just embarrassment as you finally tug him a little closer.

his hand comes up, settling near your jaw, thumb resting against your warm cheek. your fingers catch lightly at the front of his shirt as you rise onto your toes.

before you could overthink, your lips meet his.

it’s quick. chaste. shy even.

his eyes flutter shut a moment after, his free hand coming out of his pocket to steady you by the waist, warm and heavy, yet restrained, seeping through your clothes.

he doesn’t kiss you back immediately, letting you mold against him. he tilted his head, lips pressing gently against yours; warm, and embarrassingly sweet.

you pull off his lips slowly, a hesitant look in your eyes, your breath catching lightly as you settle back down flat on your feet, hands still gripping the fabric of his shirt.

your heart was beating so hard you were sure he could hear it. did he like it? did he think you were a bad kisser? to be fair, you didn’t kiss many people. or often. but what if—

“hell,” he mutters, like he didn’t expect that, “you even kiss cute. kinda sweet.”

you pant, “what does that even mean?”

his gaze flicks back to your mouth and the slight furrow of your eyebrows.

the way your fingers still cling lightly to his shirt, the shy warmth clinging to your skin, even that stupid little clip tucked into your hair.

a quiet exhale leaves him through his nose, almost a laugh.

yeah. annoyingly cute.

“why’re you always askin’ obvious questions?”

“because youre always saying weird things,” you huff, “and you’re annoying.”

he lets out a soft laugh, leaning down slightly to your height. “i’m annoying?”

you only nod, biting down on the plush of your lip before looking away again, suddenly very interested in anything but him.

except before you could give an actual rebuttal, his lips meet yours deeper this time, no longer testing the waters. still gentle, but an unspoken certainty lingering in the way he kissed you. his mouth warm against yours, moving slow and unhurried, giving you all the time in the world to keep up, hell, even backout if you wanted to, the space between you disappearing.

his hand shifts from your waist up to your jaw, cradling your face and simply holding you in place for the moment. his other arm staying firm at your side, keeping you close without pulling too hard, steadying your wobbly steps against him.

you swallow down a gasp before your eyes slip shut, your nose bumping lightly against his, the angle a little awkward, a little clumsy, yet perfectly you.

it only makes him breathe out something softer against your mouth, amused, as if it’s exactly what he expected from you.

the kiss deepens for a few more seconds — slow, and warm — until it didn’t feel like teasing anymore. just a need held taut beneath careful restraint.

then he pulls back just slightly, just enough for air, his thumb still lingering at your cheek, in no rush to let you go.

“okay . . . was that . . a good goodbye?” you murmur, breathless, still a little dazed as you finally force yourself to step back.

he lets out a low “hm” under his breath, his thumb dragging lightly against your cheek. “yeah. it was good.”

“s’pose i can let you go now.” removing his hands from your sides, drawing a small, inward pout from you.

your hands went back to your purse, fingers already digging through it again—until sukuna stopped you.

“here.”

you pause.

and there they were.

your keys, dangling right in front of your face from his fingers with a soft jingle, cute, colorful keychains swinging in the quiet night air. you gasp before snatching them immediately.

“you bastard! you saw me looking for them!”

he lets out a soft huff of laughter, not even trying to defend himself. “you dropped them while you were busy runnin’ from me,” he hums, shifting his weight back against the brick wall beside him, a faint, sly smirk settling in on that stupidly handsome face of his, “when i asked if you forgot somethin’, you said no.”

you scoff before rolling your eyes, “well! i thought you were talking about saying bye?!”

his gaze flicks over you, steady and thoroughly amused. “two things can be true at once.”

you make a small sound of frustration and snatch the keys tighter in your hand, glaring up at him through your lashes anyway.

“…thanks,” you mutter.

“…go on,” he murmurs, voice low. “before i change my mind and keep you right here.”

and you knew he wasn’t joking. that man was about one breath from devouring you right then and there.

you turn quickly, fumbling with the lock, the soft jingle of your keys echoing in the stillness, his presence still radiating from behind you. his gaze dropped briefly to your hands . . .

“you alright?”

“yes.”

“you’ve missed your keyhole three times now.”

“i know!” you shoot back immediately.

the door unlocked with a soft click, warm light spilling out into the hallway.

“ okay . . . ” you hummed.

“okay,” he repeated, looking down at you expectantly, waiting for you to head inside.

but instead, you stepped forward and wrapped your arms tightly around his waist.

a low, rough laugh rumbled out of him before his arms circled around you instantly, strong biceps trapping your head against his chest. his scent, a deep, clean mix of cologne, so distinctly him, filling up your senses and making your head feel all dizzy.

despite his rough exterior, sukuna was soft, surprisingly so. maybe it was the steady weight of his chest against your body, or maybe it was the quiet way he held you that made it hard to think. either way.

you liked it.

you pulled away first with a small cough and an awkward straightening of your clothes, cheeks warm enough to burn through metal.

“okay! um— bye, sukuna,” you blurted awkwardly, already backing toward your apartment door.

except your shoulder clipped the doorframe on the way in.

“fuck—”

you fumbled with the handle in a panic before practically stumbling inside. “bye! goodnight!”

and then, you’re gone.

the door shutting a little too hard behind you, a muffled “ow!” coming from behind the door.

outside, sukuna exhales through his nose, shaking his head as the corner of his mouth curled upward.

“…yeah,” he murmurs to himself. “that tracks.”

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[mimiwritessx]

sukuna defending you from his friends! tags: fluff, rushed, uhhh some violence. sukuna x shy!femreader!!!!!!!!!!!

sukuna had one arm draped over your shoulder, pulling you close to his side as you both stand outside the front door of his friends house.

tonight was the night you were going to meet his friends.

your nerves were through the roof, your hands were clammy and your stomach felt like you were on a roller coaster that was twisting, turning and looping voraciously.

you’ve never been good with… people. how you managed to pull sukuna is a mystery. you’re so shy that you practically border on recluse.

sukuna looks at your from the side of his eye. “relax, baby. they’ll like you.” he says, chuckling despite himself at your anxiety. “what if they don’t?” you asked before you could stop yourself. “then we’ll leave.” he shrugged. he banged on the door again. “open the fuckin door.” he says impatiently but with no real anger behind it.

the door swings open and reveals one of his friends, satoru; standing there with a stupid grin. “yo, suks’.” he daps sukuna up. they say their greetings until his eyes land on you. “who’s this?” he asks, his tone lowering and becoming dismissive. you looked up at sukuna, expecting him to answer for you, he just raises one eyebrow, signalling for you to introduce yourself on your own. “i—uh… i’m [name]. sukunas girlfriend..” you mumble, your eyes darting around nervously. his friends eyes scan you up and down critically. “yeah… okay.. m’satoru.” he says quickly. sukunas eyes narrow at the dismissive body language and tone. he noticed it, of course he did. but decided to see how far satoru would push.

satoru leads the two of you inside his house where there are already some people sitting down on the couches. your fingers stays intertwined with sukunas’ the entire time, sukuna finds an empty spot on the couch and sits down, pulling you down with him.

your knee bounces nervously, sukuna puts his large hand over it whilst focusing on the conversation his friends are having. he offered a small smirk as quiet reassurance that it’s okay.

or so you thought????

you stayed quiet in the conversation majority of the time until one of the others guys, suguru, looks at you and decided to talk to you. “so… you’re [name], right? sukunas new girlfriend?” his tone was almost… condescending? but you couldn’t tell if that was just your nerves making you think that. “yeah..” you nodded, giving a small smile. he pauses and eyes you down the same way satoru did before, his eyes filled with judgement. “right.. right.” he looks away.

the rest of the time went by slowly, you stayed quiet majority of the time. until a topic of conversation got brought up about hobbies. one of the hobbies that you took part in got brought up. sukuna nudges you. “yknow.. my girlfriend loves art, don’t you?” he wraps an arm around your waist. “u-uh.. yeah, i paint ‘n.. stuff.” you said shyly. satoru glances at you for a second then at suguru and bursts into laughter. “seriously, who even is this bitch?” satoru gasps out through laughter. your face burns with embarassment, sukunas gentle strokes on your hip paused. “the fuck did you just say?” he removed his arm from you completely and stood up to slowly walk to satoru. towering over him. satoru was carelessly manspread on the couch, holding a can of bear. “what? she just waltzes in here, sits there all quiet, she’s— she’s literally taking up space! why would you even invite her if she’s gonna be boring? she’s not even that hot either!” satoru laughs at his own mean commentary, suguru follows along with his wheezes of laughter.

before satoru can say anything else, sukunas fist was already wound up and crashing down on his face. his whole body snapping to the side as well as his head, the sheer strength of the bunch sent him on the plush carpet of his lavish house. “say it again. i fucking dare you.” his voice a low growl. sugurus laughter was sharply cut off, he sat there frozen in shock. these six-foot-something guys were shit scared of sukuna who was literally in the same height and weight range as them. satoru spat out the blood that was dripping out his mouth. “it was just a joke..” satorus voice was strained. he held his jaw with one hand and cowardly looked away from sukuna. “apologise. the two of you. apologise to my fuckin girlfriend.” your eyes widened. sukuna drags satoru up by his collar and drags him to your feet. “i-i’m.. so sorry, i’ll never say that again. i didn’t mean it.” he babbled on and on. the other friends that were previously attending this hangout were sitting there stunned. suguru sat there wide eyed before apologising to you frantically as to not be next. you waved them off shyly. “i-it’s okay. really, it’s fine.”

you looked up at sukuna, he immediately sensed your discomfort and lingering mortification. “let’s just fucking go.” he grabbed your arm; the veins on his temples popping out from suppressed rage.

“i should’ve done more to those fuckers.” he hissed, turning on the engine. “kuna’, it’s okay..” you put a hand on his shoulder. he turned his head to look at you and his eyes softened. his anger seemed to slowly fade away. “i’m never talking to them again, im blocking them as soon as we get home, i hate them, how dare they talk to my girlf—“ you cut his oncoming rant off. “sukuna,” you said softly, offering him a small smile, “it’s okay. i promise.” you kissed his cheek. he sighed heavily. “alright… they didn’t upset you too much, did they?” he asked roughly, you could tell he was a little bit worried.

you huffed a small laugh. “i’m okay, sukuna.”

a/u yo yo yo am i still relevant lmk lmk lmk!! soz i haven’t been writing much i literally moved states so that’s been super fun (no it’s HELL) and i’ve been so busy settling in. send me more requests though! this was originally a request from TWO MONTHS AGO. i never got around to doing it though. sorry to whoever requested. i might rewrite later, this is kinda ass.

[ryosdoll]

⠀ ็ ݄ ryomen’s favorite human 𓈒

Your gentle fingerprints graze the soft pale petal of the lily, once again finding yourself in the lords garden. There were many, many, other rooms to spend the hours of the day in, considering that sukunas palace is quite the biggest thing your eyes have laid upon, you find yourself here. He's grumbled and complained about your time here, but you know better than to know that he truly doesn't mean it. Every time his voice carries, it's rough, jagged around the edges, and enough to scare one of the soldiers back at home. Though, it seems to soften just a bit whenever it's directed towards you. At least thats what your lady in waiting has told you. You dust off your lap from the small speckles of dirt and stand up, only now noticing the dark looming shadow over your entire body. You look up to see your lord, Ryomen Sukuna.

“My Lord, what are you doing here? I thought your trip was going to last longer.”

You say to him, the excitement of his early arrival showing in your voice a bit.

“It ended early. Inside. Uraume made supper.”

He grumbled in his low, gravely voice. You giggle a bit at his impatient tendencies and nod before walking behind him slowly, your footsteps much, much more softer than his. You eat your supper quickly, being quite hungry after the long day. You nicely thank Uraume and give her a slight boy in thankfulness and make your way to your chambers for the night. You're about halfway there before the low, quiet voice belonging to the servant, uruame, stops you.

“My lady, he would like you in his chambers tonight. He has specified that you have 30 minutes.”

You turn your head slightly, confused but a bit nervous and curious on why he wants you in his chambers. Finding your strength to stay calm and not let uruame see how you feel, you turn around all the way to face them and gave them a slight nod in acknowledgement before finding your own voice.

“Thank you, Uruame. I'll be there.”

The servant gives a bow and walks away before you have the chance to ask any questions. As you make your way to the other side of the palace where his chambers await, whispering self-assuring words under your breath to yourself as you walk. Before you know it, you find yourself right in front of the door and give a soft knock. The doors open quite quickly, as he looks down at you without a word and moves to the side so you can come in. You step in quickly before flinching hearing the heavy door fall shut. You watch the looming man make his way to his bed and sit down, taking up most of the space. You blush quickly, immediately thinking the reason he asked for you was to please him. You start to undress, ready to, before his deep voice stops you in your tracks.

“No. Not tonight. Just lay.”

You quickly nod, scrambling to the bed, mostly out of embarrassment from assuming that sex is what he would've requested. You plop onto the bed and feel his big, strong hands handle you closer to him. He scoffs at your embarrassment and imcompliance. You blush slighty before calming yourself down. As you drift off into your slumber you realize that the same hands he has used for killing, harm, and worse are handling you with such care. You snuggle deeper into his chest knowing that as long as you are under his protection, you'll be safe as you can be.

hi this is really ooc but im not having the best experience with writing right now so.......just bear with me..please send tips so I can write better!! I cannot improve without any help!! ❤︎ also not proofread !

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hi I need ideas to write for any character 🤞

im having massive brainfarts and I do not know what to write........😅

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