“shhh” you whisper, nuzzling into baby!yuji’s hair.
the both of you are hiding behind your rooms curtain trying to stifle any sound, waiting for sukuna to get home.
the door clicks open with your husband announcing that he’s home followed by deafening silence.
confused, sukuna cocks his head, eyes scanning the living room, with no sign of the two of you.
“papa think we are gone?” yuji whispers into your ear, his voice is so adorable you want to eat his chubby little cheeks.
you nod, a lie. sukuna always knew if you were there or not, he could sense your presence. now it was up to him to play along.
“huh, guess nobody’s home” his voice echoes out, a curious tone in it making yuji’s ears perk up, sukuna’s footsteps stop outside your bedroom’s door.
“wow finally all the bed to myself? this day couldn’t get any better” he claims, his theatrical self only on display for his son’s amusement.
yuji squeals lightly sinking further into your arms and concealing his face. the motion ruffles the curtain alerting sukuna of your position, although the bunching up of the curtain in a corner was proof enough.
“hm, did my wife and my son really leave me?” sukuna questions looking around the room for the two of you, until finally he stops at the curtain.
“shh mama” yuji places a hand over your mouth, children were so clueless and endearing.
“huh i wonder if a little menace is hiding behind here!” he pulls back the curtain, revealing the both of you, yuji shrieks in response bursting into a fit of giggles.
you smile up at your husband with a blob of sunshine in your arms, one that looked exactly like him.
“you found us” you let out a soft breath.
“yeah” he leans forward to kiss you, “i did” while yuji climbs up his arm, dangling there and demanding another round of hide and seek.
Ghost glanced at his sergeant, grunting as he sat down, leaning down to untie his boots.
"Fed 'er." He grunts, undoing the knots. "Was cookin' one of my mum's recipes, felt like it."
He pulls a foot free. "Smell must'a wafted over to 'er 'ouse. She was my neighbour at the time." He explains, Soap listening intently. "Well, not too long later I hear a knock at my door. I check and there's this pregnant bird standing there, askin' if she can have some o' whatever I'm cooking."
Ghost looked up, standing to take his pants off now that his feet are free. "'ow could I say no to tha'?" He scoffs slightly, throwing the balled up pants into the basket in the corner. "Sweet thing like 'er coming up to a man like me? Mum would've come back from the dead if I did."
Soap chuckles a bit, pulling a fresh top over his head. "So ye fed a pregnant lass and she stayed?"
"Aye." Ghost nods, top off, mask pulled off as he begins wiping the eyeblack off his face. "Couldn't refuse even if I wanted too. She was a vision, mate. Big belly, glowing cheeks, and..." He trails off, remembering how cute you'd been, standing at his door, heavily pregnant and hungry for that delicious meal that lured you into his home.
"Lt?"
Ghost grunts. "Kept feedin' 'er. Like a damn cat, she kept coming 'round." He mutters. "Was there when our daughter was born. She put my name on the birth certificate and I knew I wasn't letting 'er go." He says, opening his locker, pausing as he took in the photo taped to the back.
You and your little girl, only a few months old.
From behind him, Soap hums.
"Think if Ah make my mum's pie Ah'll get a pretty lassie too?"
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SANJI KNEW HE FUCKED UP WHEN PUDDING SHOWED HER TRUE COLORS. The basket filled with a variety of food that he cooked with love is still hot and steaming—his expectations for her crumbled into pieces as he heard her spiteful, mocking comments towards him while he listened to her conversation with Reiju.
“Do you want to know how he proposed to me?”
Right, he expected too much from them.
A cigarette will calm him down. The stupid lighter did not even give him compensation because of the rain.
“What an idiot! Who’s gonna marry a failure like him?”
Tears brimming in his warm grey-blue eyes, his nerves were up to the roof while forcing himself to hold back a sob. Everything became black and white. Suddenly, the bouquet of flowers in his hand lost its vibrant color.
Sanji really was a fool for thinking a woman could ever love him.
He even fought his own captain for the marriage—going as far as to sever his connections with his crew, especially you. Sanji shuts his eyes tight at the painful memory of him glaring coldly at you, the last thing he ever wants to do to his…
His what? Calling you his friend wasn’t enough; he knew he’d be lying and underestimating his true feelings for you. You were someone that he holds very dear to his heart—and the one he hurt.
Sanji feels his body growing weak. There was no point in getting involved with Big Mom to protect his friends, and the confirmation that Reiju may be protected under her protection. Every calculation he had made was wrong.
He thought everything would be alright if he sacrificed himself.
Only the rain gave him comfort to hide his tears. He pulled himself away from them, wanting to just walk aimlessly forever to get away from his mistakes. To look from afar and be alone.
Were you all still there? He shamelessly thinks with regret and shame. Sanji wants to disappear forever—from hurting the people he loves, from trusting his enemies more than his friends, for thinking that he was doing the right thing.
Were Luffy and the others still fighting for him?
That hope disappeared when realization dawned upon him. He knew that it was too late for him to go back.
Of course, Luffy proved that wrong.
Tears pour out of his eyes as he witnesses his own captain waiting for him. From the looks of it, he hasn't eaten for many days— the bones in his body, the structure of his jaw too prominent for a normal, well-fed human.
Sanji could not help but feel frustrated.
Luffy would never let that happen. The others do feel the same way, especially you. Getting in trouble with one of the Four Emperors did not scare you one bit.
It was losing Sanji that did.
“Sanji..” His captain weakly calls out to him.
Luffy's appetite immediately became stronger as he picked up the scent of Sanji's cooking. Opening the bento box, it may look unappetizing, yet he did not hesitate to pick up a chunk of the food—he immediately recognized that each food holds a significance to his crew.
“SO YUMMYYYY!!”
He picked up the cooked pasta with his fork. Luffy was already replenishing his energy. "This is [Name]'s favorite food!” He lets out a giggle, savoring the twinge of spice in his taste buds.
Sanji's frustration waver at the mention of your name.
What face do you have right now? Will you ever forgive him?
Maybe it is for the better if you find someone else better than him. Sanji's heart clutched at the thought of you being with someone other than him. His eyes landed back on his captain, who was happily enjoying his food.
"Sanji, I'm here for you."
Wearing a white tuxedo, he remembered his moments while in enemy territory—how Pudding looked at him with such “love” even though deep down, Sanji knew her true personality.
"Can you make this for me?"
Your words rang over his ears, suddenly feeling his heart beat fast. He furrowed his eyebrows, missing the way your smile brightens up his entire day.
The way your scent makes him swoon when you walk past him, the way you reciprocate his flirtations without hesitation, the way your casual touches on his skin send him to a spiral of bliss, and the way you protect him when he has to deal with women who are considered a threat to his friends.
You're the only one.
When he hadn’t heard your voice from one of Brulee’s mirror pieces, he figured you were upset.
You should be. He could never blame you.
Hearing his friends' voices made him feel relieved. He was so touched to hear them miss him. They were crying for him, for his sake.
The guilt doubled over when you walk passed by him while being inside Capone Bege's devil fruit. It hurts when you still acknowledge him with a dim smile— as if he did not betray your heart.
He would rather have you act like Nami. It was too pitiful, undeserving of him to see you act kind towards him.
Have you not harbor any hatred at him at all?
Or have you finally moved on with another man which is why it is easy for you to brush him off?
.
“Sanji!”
Nami, Carrot, and Chopper shouted out to him with relief in their voices. He wore a grin as they latched onto him, taken aback when Sanji witnessed how Nami's teary eyes gazed upon him, making him touched.
“You guys..”
A moment of peaceful silence passed after successfully getting away from the enemies bombing them, with the waves of the ocean breezing to fill the noise.
Nami parted her mouth open.
“She's waiting for you inside, y’know,” She informed with a sentimental tone, making Sanji's heartbeat pick up. He can imagine his courage slowly slipping away at the thought of having to face you.
Sanji dragged his whole body inside the ship. His nose picked up the scent of someone cooking—the spices of bell pepper made him realize that you were cooking a dish. “[Name]-chan?”
Your ears finally perked up, hearing Sanji's voice for such a long time. You switch off the stove before turning to him. Sanji blinked before getting close to you with an endearing look, “You don’t have to tire yourself out! It’s my job to feed you all.”
You gaze at him without speaking, making Sanji wallow in guilt—you were free to shout at him, scream at him, hit him, and just let out your frustrations.
“[Name]-chan, l..”
Sanji’s lips quiver; tears were about to spill out of his eyes, making you alarmed. You immediately walk towards him, resting your hands on his shoulders while he wears a good white tuxedo.
“Why are you crying?” Your voice rang softly in his ears, making him sniffle. He can feel your soft fingers wiping the dirt away from his face.
You know the answer, but for once, you can't give yourself to be mad at him. You were just so glad to have him back on your ship.
Fingers wiped his cheeks, making him look at you with so much vulnerability. “You look good in a tuxedo, Sanji.”
You want to lighten up the mood with that remark, making only you chuckle in response to your own statement. “I didn’t you were that eager to be married that much,” You tease with a smile.
“I miss you, Sanji. I’m very glad you’re back,” Your fingers run through his blonde hair, getting a feel of his stubble—pinching the loose skin.
This makes you furrow your eyebrows, noticing that he looks skinnier than usual. "Have you been eating? Why do you look like you faced hell?" You click your tongue. “Did they beat you up? I expected something better from the Vinsmokes.”
Yes, he faced hell. Not only did he have to get to meet his shitty father again, but he had to face the harsh truth of the woman that he had to wed, who mocked his situation.
That his cooperation with the marriage did nothing to spare not just your lives, but his sister’s and his family in the East Blue—he was truly hopeless for him to rely on a half-assed relationship to avoid his problems.
Sanji wrapped his arms around you, and you let him. You missed the warmth of his embrace. He buries his face on the crook of your neck, your scent comforting him.
His mouth opened a little while holding back a sob.
You are a woman with a gentle and kind soul; he feels unworthy of your care. His knees already gave out as he let out an ugly sob; your arms automatically wrapped around his body. “Shh… shh…”
Sanji wept quietly, loving the warmth of your embrace as he took a shaky breath to calm himself down. He rested his head on your chest, letting himself become comfortable with getting vulnerable with you. No flirty remarks, no worshipping, no swooning—just a heart-to-heart talk with you.
He looks into your eyes with longing, wanting to show you how badly he missed you. How he wants to touch you more. How he wants to be closer to you than before.
But Sanji knew it wasn’t his right yet to love you until you had forgiven him. He pushed himself away from you, sitting across from you while turning his head away out of shame.
He should be ashamed! Who does he think he is?!
“I'm sorry, [Name]-chan. For hurting you, for not relying on you all..”
His words touched you, your hand caressing his jaw. You gave him a soft smile when his eyes already met yours.
Sanji flinched in response because all he can see is warmth and love in your eyes. It makes him want to curl up in a hole for experiencing such a blessing.
Don’t do this to me. Sanji thinks in sorrow and guilt.
“[Name]-chan… please get mad at me, punch me, beat me up, or even ignore me! Just please… you do not deserve to be with someone like me.”
.
“Is that so?” You look at him with an amused smile, enjoying how he panics. The blonde cook in front of you keeps muttering apologies and several ways to punish him for being a bad crewmate.
You tug his tie before your lips crash with his, effectively shutting him up with a kiss.
He was too shocked at your action, making his mouth agape. You slid your tongue inside his mouth, taking the opportunity to make him quiet. Your ears met with a whimper. “Nn—!”
Both of you exchanged salivas, the desire and the tension between you two fueled. Sanji wants to control himself and pulled away out of shock before it gets even farther.
“W-Why?”
“Don’t you have to make it up to me?” Your lips whispered like honey melting his mind, the ringing inside quieting down at the sensation of your lips peppering kisses on his neck. “Sanji, I only want you.”
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Did he hear you right? His heart is beating erratically, your confession rendering him speechless. Because he thought all of it was just one-sided.
That you’re only indulging in his flirtations out of boredom.
Ba-dump
“[Name]-chan!”
He can feel his blood rushing to his cheeks, his body trembling. Sanji choked on his saliva when he saw the hunger in your eyes while guiding his hand in underneath the hem of your dress.
The blood rushes down to his cock.
“Do you know how difficult it is for me to finish without you?” You whisper in his ear sensually, making Sanji gulp down the saliva in his throat at your erotic words—he lets out a breathy groan when he boldly slips his fingers into your panties, feeling the damp spot by rubbing you through them.
What color are you wearing right now? He feels his pants getting tighter.
It feels so warm in his fingers. He notices how your face tries to not scrunch up in desperation for more friction at his slow pace. He moves your panties in one side, the feeling of your wet pussy lips triggers his fingers like an electric shock.
Sanji tests the waters by giving a slight nudge on your clit with his finger, making you gasp. He crashes his lips once again over yours, swallowing your moans when he slips his fingers inside your cunt and slowly thrusting them with acute precision.
Shlick. Shlick.
You are so wet for him. He spreads his fingers apart inside your pussy— making your breath morphed into a muffled whine when you bite your lip.
You sound too beautiful, he doesn’t want the others to hear you fall apart. His cock desperately wanting to be free with how cute and messy you’re falling apart from his fingers.
The lust inside your body heightens quickly when you watch him lick his fingers and moan like he has tasted the finest dessert. “I’ll make it up to you, sweetheart,” he starts while his hand slowly falls on your lower back, peppering kisses over your neck. “In my room,” Sanji continued breathily, feeling himself salivate.
Fuck. Your sly hand untying his tie, quickly unbuttoning his shirt before you two head to his quarters with an intense gaze—he lets himself get dragged by you with a dazed grin.
Summary: four-year-old Yuuji didnt mean to bring up Mr. Gojos crush on you, which of course, leads to Sukuna's harsh teasing.
cw: fem! reader (reader gets referred to as girl, pretty, and mommy), curse words, suggestive language, lion king spoilers (lol)
wc: 1.8k
a/n: i love making sukuna an absolute menace. poor yuuji tho. i think i am going to introduce gojo as a character, because I think it would be entertaining to piss Sukuna off lol.
big brother au masterlist
“Su-kuna!”
“The fuck did you just call me?”
“Language,” You scold, not peering up from your book. Yuuji lays sprawled out on top of the both of you – his head in your lap, and practically purring in content when you gently pet the top of his head, while his little legs are on Sukuna’s thighs.
Yuuji giggles into your shirt, shaking his head mischeviously. “Bad word Su-kuna!”
In an instant, you feel the toddler being ripped away from your lap with a tiny screech. The noise startles you, and you perk up from your book to look to where the boy has gone to. But, you aren't surprised to see him dangling in the air by his ankle – Sukuna’s long fingers skillfully hold onto Yuujis chubby little leg tight enough to not drop him, but gently enough to not cause physical harm.
The boy doesn't seem to mind this position, being in it so frequently. Giggles and squeals leave the toddler's mouth as he stares at his now upside down brother. “You learning how to speak correctly?”
Yuuji nods his head, and his hands try to reach for Sukunas shirt. You rest your head on the man's shoulder, chuckling at the boy who was squirming in the air. “Uh-huh! F-Fush-i-guro taught me!” The dark haired toddlers last name was hard to pronounce, and it was amusing watching how Yuuji sounded it out.
Sukuna makes a loud groaning noise and you cover your mouth to hold back another laugh. “Of course you made friends with Gojo’s new brat. First he hits on my girl, and now his new kid is gonna manipulate this idiot.” He shakes Yuuji in the air to demonstrate his point, ignoring the squeals.
You roll your eyes with a laugh. “Just because Megumi taught Yuuji how to say your name correctly, doesn't mean the kid is manipulating him. Y’know Yuuji struggles with words sometimes.” You watch as the child in turn shakes his head in defiance, letting out a “Nu-uh!” that only makes you smile. You turn back over to your lover, kissing his cheek. “Aw, does it make you sad that our little Yuuji is growing up?”
“No,” he quickly rebuttals, “Brat isnt growing up fast enough. I am mad that you're not denying the fact that the white haired idiot is flirting with you.” You know that wasn't the full truth, but alas, Sukuna was extremely stubborn and would never admit that he didn't want his brother to grow up.
“Fush-i-guro says Mr. Gojo thinks you are pretty!” Yuuji announces, beaming at you from the air. You hold back a wince, smiling awkwardly back at the innocent words of the toddler. You watch as the boys cheeks begin to flush from all the blood rushing to his head, and immediately as if sensing it, Sukuna flips over the boy and instead places him on his lap, holding onto the back of his neck.
The action makes you smile, noticing the thumb that rubs gently at the pale skin. But when you glance at Sukuna, you notice quickly that he was anything but happy. Sukunas dark eyes twitches, flickering to you, and he speaks between his teeth. “Did he now? I may need to have a talk with Mr. Gojo next time I pick the little pest up. Does Fushiguro say anything else?”
“Sukuna,” you whine, realising that the hold on the boys neck was not out of affection – instead was used to trap the boy while he was questioned. “Y’know Gojo is alot. He just wants to–”
“Fush-i-guro says Mr. Gojo has a crush on Y/N!”
“Yuuji!”
“B-But, Y/N has a crush on brother,” the boy concludes, furrowing his eyebrows with a small nod. “Right, Ku–um–Su-kuna?” He turns up to his brother, doe eyed with his head slightly cocked to the side in question.
In response, Sukuna ruffles his hair, nearly sending the boy landing on his back. But, instead he giggles at the rough treatment, shutting his eyes and trying his best to stay upward. “The biggest crush. You make sure to tell the little brat that. Or else Mr. Gojo is going to try take her away.”
Your eyes widen and you push at his broad shoulders. “Sukuna! You're going to get him all worked up!” You exclaim, knowing the very sensitive (regarding you or Sukuna) child very well by now. You turn to the boy, whose own eyes widen as he trying to process the words. “Gojo is not trying to take me away.”
“He is going to take her away if you don't do anything, and little Megumi is going to have a new mommy.” Sukuna was grinning at the boy, as if his brother's fearful expression pleased him. You knew that he was being purposely dramatic – Gojo wasn't even technically Megumi's father, if there was a chance that you guys would ever get together (near zero) you would definitely not be the boy's new mom. But alas, Sukuna continues on with his words. “Thats why whenever you see the two of them talking you have to make sure you to scream as loud as possible.”
You cover the mans mouth before you he can spewl any more nonsense, but it was too late. Yuuji was already tearing himself from the man's lap and into yours – his lips begin to wobble and his eyes flood with tears. “Is-um-is that what you two talk about when I am with Mr. Nanami,” he warbles, thinking back to the multitude of times he has held onto his preschool teachers hand and watched you smile at the white haired man.
“No, love,” you reassure, turning your attention instead from scolding your lover to consoling the child. “Sukuna is being mean again. Don't listen to him. Mr. Gojo and I are friends.” You ignore the look that Sukuna shoots you, showing how displeased he is at the idea of you being friends with his least favorite person.
The boy sniffles, wiping his little fists on his face. “I-I dont want you to be Fush-i-guro’s mommy. You have to stay with me and Kuna! P-Please?” He doesn't even attempt to say his brother's name correctly, forgetting how he started the conversation all together. He was focused on trying not to cry, because his brother was sure to tease him, but it wasn't working out very well.
You kiss at his chubby cheeks, shaking your head with an exasperated look on your face, wondering how the hell you got to this conversation. “I am not, promise. I'm not going anywhere. Even if your brother is the worst, brattiest, malicious person alive, I have kinda grown attached to him. Besides, if I left who would I have movie nights with?”
“I am not a–” You shoot Sukuna a nasty glare, and he in return lets out an astonished laugh, but shrugs without care.
Your words make Yuuji perk up from your lap, and his eyes widen with glee. “You like movie nights too?” He was always begging for the three of you to watch movies together, but Sukuna always denies him considering it would end up being a cheesy Disney movie that Yuuji would fall asleep not even twenty minutes into.
“I love movie nights. Do you want to have one tonight?”
“Woah, woah, woah,” Sukuna butts in, and you spare him a glance. “Babe, we have plans tonight, remember?” He tilts his head to the side suggestively and you roll your eyes at him.
“Not anymore. Me and Yuuji are going to watch…”
“Human Earthworm 2!” The boy interjects, completely forgetting about his previous experiences with the movie, not good ones.
You poke at his cheeks, shaking your head. “I was thinking The Lion King.”
“Yes!”
“No,” Sukuna groans, covering his eyes with his palm.
You look at him with furrowed eyebrows. “No? Why are you putting your input in? You're not watching it with us.”
Sukuna, never have been told this before, looks appalled. “The fuck you mean?”
“Bad word!” Yuuji points to him in accusation, but Sukuna just ignores him.
You cock your head to the side, a sly grin pulling at your face. “You're not invited.”
“Why not?”
The two of you make eye contact for a long second, and after a moment or two, Sukuna sighs. “You're really mad about that?” You don't say anything, just continuing to stare at him. “Okay fuck–Yes that is a curse word, astute observation you brat. I am sorry for making the kid cry again.”
“And?”
Sukuna narrows his eyes at you, but you hold your ground. Then, he turns to the boy with a sigh. “Dont scream when you see Gojo and Y/N talk, alright?” He jabs his finger into the boys chest and Yuuji nods his head rapidly in understanding. But, a foxish grin pulls at the mans face and he says, “Instead…The moment you hear him talk to her, you bite his leg.”
He barks a laugh at the confused face of his brother, but when he looks up to you, the smile falters. “Okay, c’mon it was a jo–”
You point your finger to the door. “Couch.”
“You can't kick me out of my own room!”
You don't move your finger. Yuuji glances at you, cocks his head to the side, and then mimicks your action. “Couch!”
The three of you go silent for a long minute, and at this point the boy's hand begins to tremble from holding his hand out for too long. Eventually when Sukuna realizes that there was no point of reasoning, he lets out a dramatic sigh, before crawling out of bed.
When he notices your smug smile, he flips you off and you can't help but laugh at that. “I am coming back after the movie is done, ya hear?”
“If Yuuji does not fall asleep,” You tease in return, knowing the boy well, and Sukuna rolls his eyes.
His eyes flicker to the boy who was snuggling up to your chest, trying to find a comfortable position to watch the movie in. Sukuna chuckles to himself, opening up the door, before turning back to the kid one last time. “Hey brat,” he calls.
“Hm?”
“The father lion–Mufasa. He is my favorite character, so you'll bound to like him a lot. In fact, I sure do wonder if you'll get attached,” he muses, and your eyes widen when you realize what he is saying. Anything that is linked with Sukuna, Yuuji immediately falls in love with. This was bound to cause hysteria. “Enjoy the movie guys! Y/N have fun!” He calls, before shutting the door.
You pause for a moment, sighing into your hand. “Kuna likes the father lion? I want to see!”
You tried everything to avoid turning on the movie after that. But Yuuji, like his brother, was stubborn, and he desperately wanted to see the lion. He grew attached very quickly in that short period of time.
Deep laughs rumble through the house when Yuuji begins to sob over the animated lion's death. You lock the door, and Sukuna stays the night on the couch.
featuring: captain! sosuke aizen and 6th anniversary form! sosuke aizen, as requested here.
dew yaps: nonnie, i hope you're okay with this! i've only written silly aizen so far and i wanted to do something more canon-compliant.
Sosuke Aizen, Captain of the Fifth Division, took your virginity in the May of your eighteenth year.
It was not a romantic encounter prefaced by butterflies and sealed with sweet nothings. It was cold and cruel — a birthday gift to himself, apparently — to be the first one to claim the Fifth Seat of the Ninth Division. As he shrugged off his clothing, he revealed to you that he was not one to indulge in carnal desires often; but, Captain Tōsen had offered you as some bargaining chip in who-knows-what arrangement … and you had no choice but to comply.
You still remember his heady scent filling your nostrils as he pressed his weight into you on the floor of his private quarters. His flesh was warm — solid — almost a comfort if it weren't for the thick head of his cock wedging itself between your trembling thighs.
"You're doing well," he praised lightly upon noticing the slick that had accumulated on your virgin slit. "Your body knows what it wants. Don't think … just — relax."
You tried to do as he said, submitting further to the imposing Captain. You could tell he was trying to keep a handle on his reiatsu — perhaps to lessen the fear that twisted your gut — but you'd almost prefer to suffer under its oppression if that meant you'd be distracted from the painful stretch — from the especially aggressive snap of his hips as he broke through the thin tissue of your hymen: proof of your purity, now defiled.
At some point between horror and bliss, tears of humiliation melted into tears of his promised pleasure. You felt so full — so consumed — as his cock stuffed itself into your quivering, inexperienced channel. He had you on your knees, back arched and face pressed into the cold floor by a smooth palm. While he did not speak, the room was far from silent; your overstimulated whimpers, the shlick of your dripping cunt, and colliding skin chased away the quiet.
He fucked you through what you assumed was a standard orgasm. You'd heard tales of the elusive thing, and had been told by the more experienced ladies in the Seireitei that you'd know it when you felt it. The tension building in your lower stomach released, stars swimming in your vision as moisture rushed down your thighs.
"Ah — didn't expect that from such a pretty young thing…" he murmured — the first words he'd spoken since he started. Your face, already flushed from exertion, deepened a shade in shame. You thought this was normal. Maybe it wasn't meant to be so … wet? You did make a mess on his floor ... he was right to confine your coupling to the ground.
Captain Aizen's thrusts became choppier as he slipped in and out of your sopping hole — far easier now than when he began. He moved his palm from your cheek to the base of your skull, fisting the hair there and pulling you up so your back lay flush against his chest. "Look at me as I ruin you," he ordered, and you obliged — though you realized he wasn't looking back at you — simply staring straight ahead, unmoved by the desperation in your gaze.
You didn't know why at the time, too green to have ever thought about how a man acted when he came, but he stilled suddenly—and you felt him twitch inside of you, thick veins swelling against your battered walls. One singular gasp of pleasure flew past his lips as a foreign warmth filled your core, adding to the frothy ring around the base of his cock.
As he slid out, eyes glued to the mess gushing from your now-empty, stretched hole, he caressed your cheek in a way that managed to re-instate your sanity, making you feel better about the entire ordeal.
The life of a captain must be difficult, surely. It's not his fault that he's callous … it's just a facade he presents to retain respect. Perhaps he cares for me, and that is why he singled me out…
These are the lies you tell yourself as you let Aizen return to you year after year: always on his birthday, like clockwork.
Even now, despite the fact that he has defected from The Soul Society, he still finds ways to beckon you. It is May 29th, and you are sprawled beneath what you can only describe as a God. Your senses are twisted, lulling between euphoria and anticipation, ice-cold and fire-hot, tasting his bitter release on your tongue, only for it to be chased away by an indescribable sweetness ... and he hadn't even entered your mouth. Your cheeks are flushed, brow is damp, and your body is at its breaking point as Aizen hovers above you, watching his cock — completely detached from his body and larger than you'd ever experienced — bully itself into your puffy, abused cunt. It's full and dripping with three of his loads already (this form seems to have some other-wordly level of stamina), sloshing around your insides with each violent thrust. Both of his hands — also free-floating and unburdened from his torso — hold your legs apart, and his foot applies light — but mind-numbingly noticeable — pressure to your throat. He watches the scene as if it were some piece of artwork to be analyzed, eyes ablaze with satisfaction at your struggle.
"You've been an excellent sheathe all these years," he compliments, knowing full well that these scraps of validation will keep you compliant. He is not above forcing you, but he prefers genuine devotion. "You have given me your body time and time again…and it takes me so well."
He seems to be more chatty in this form; perhaps it's because he's far removed from the act, now. You're sure he can still feel the sensation of being inside of you — his voice is strained, and he has that animalistic gleam in his eye that presents itself in the company of your servitude — but he is at least watching you. Acknowledging you. It is unusual — addicting, even — and it only heightens your desire to please him.
"You will be my vessel," he decides. His cock pumps faster; you're wrecked, hardly registering his words as your mouth falls open, lungs ragged and body limp. "I will have one child — and you will bear it."
Your closing eyes snap open, their hue of adoration blurred by shock. He lifts his foot from your neck … you foolishly think that he may decide to go gentle on you, now … but the polished boot re-lowers onto your face, covering your eyes. The amount of pressure he applies is inconsequential: not meant to harm, but rather to guide your face sideways so your cheek smooshes into the ground, reminding you of your place.
Sophia Laforteza X F! Reader Sfw Oneshot Archive (pt. 1)
The Kfic-library is a computationally compiled archive - please report issues/mistakes in my asks
updated: 2026-02-21
New York's Finest by @fellominaarcher
new york's finest s. laforteza
10,000 Hours - Sophia Laforteza X Reader by @ekonvilla
synopsis: a beautiful wedding between reader and sophia.
Dont Get Away. by @batzymen
- summary : y/n is a overworker until she met someone in the subway who changed her life. - warnings :...
Falling... For You by @moyavse
summary: where you date the shy, nerdy, superhero sophia laforteza. superman! sophia believer.
Independence (sophia Laforteza X Fem!reader) by @sophiatheworld
summary: youre a broke, tired college lesbian just trying to survive classes and freelance gigs. sophia, your first big client, keeps slipping past your walls with coffee, kindness, and things you swear you dont need. somewhere between banter and late nights, you realize shes the one thing you...
Can You Do Sophia X Manager!reader? Thanks You by @444zsecret
Follow The Leader - Sophia Laforteza by @lafortezanjz
summary: the ducks have settled in but they have taken a special liking to your leader
Tangled Start (sophia Laforteza X Reader) by @sophiatheworld
Ligaya by @nyxalastair
synopsis: cess and the misfits take a trip down into memory lane, reminiscing the times when sophia would do anything for y/n just to get noticed by her along with everything that had happened these past few years.
You Bought A What?! - Sophia Laforteza by @lafortezanjz
summary: how do you hide 3 ducklings you found and took home from your members? and what do you do if they find out?
Join Me In Death by @vivilvr
Still, You by @difficultlife
summary: you werent supposed to see her again, sophia, your first love, now so far away. but when fate brings you face to face, old wounds reopen, and the past refuses to stay buried. can you find a way back, or is it too late?
A Little Death by @vivilvr
Finally Going Thru My Inbox by @nakylvr
summary after a night drinking leaves you kissing your best friend, some feelings resurface. ones that you tried pushing away out of fear that she would feel the same.
Darkness Tenfold by @nakylvr
summary: some things arent always as they seem in the dark nights of the south. you know that. but when a mysterious woman shows up in your bar, you fail to notice those signs and stories your relatives told you time and time again.
Heyy, I Trust Ur Well!!!!! Also, Great Ask by @brnbeexx
hope youre doing okay lovely how would a confession with sophia go??
This Is Pretty Short, Sorry by @nakylvr
i need a one shot of the vampire sophia where shes always cold because like one day she comes home and then you notice how cold...
Race Of Your Life by @pupuyvs
Soft Spot by @maevebabyy
Carnal Desire | S.l by @katskisses
Uh-oh || S.gl by @veilonn
synopsis: ynphiaz moments on and off cam.
I Honestly Also See Her As Both by @marzinisbaby
wild thought. i know sophia is mostly seen as a vampire which i agree, but its here puppy eyes that make me think so much abt...
A Poet & Their Muse by @ekonvilla
synopsis: a poet yearning for their muse.
A Spark Of A Memory - Sophia Laforteza by @ekonvilla
synopsis: one argument, one accident
L O V E by @imaxdead
synopsis: sophia laforteza cant stop giving you heart eyes, and this weverse live is all the proof anyone needs.
I Love You by @byooungs
synopsis your dream living her dream.
Bloodline by @lara4eclipze
Hoops Over Heart by @jeeseth
sophia laforteza x f!reader . sophia is everything to youyour girlfriend, your world. but...
I'm A Sucker For You. by @lara4eclipze
i'm a sucker for you.
My Baby :( This Is Super Short But Here Is Something by @nakylvr
back car seat sex with gp sophia you thought sophia is picking u up to go on a nice late night date but it turns out the...
Crimson Love by @csuzlipofa
synopsis: on a moonlit night a vampire, pulls you into her world with a single bite, marking you as hers. unable to resist, you give in to her dark, irresistible allure.
Crazy by @nakylvr
summary: sophias first official mission assigned with you doesnt go exactly as planned
Thats Mine - Sophia Laforteza by @yuzeemin
synopsis: the wrong cat was brought home by sophia after she took her cat to a pet parlor without knowing that it belongs to a famous idol.
A/n: Hey!! Your English Was Great No Worries!! This Is An Awesome... by @xvmgnhao
hey, i wanted to ask for a story about the 7th member of katseye. she is two years older than manon and sophia and was the...
Ignite by @moyavse
summary: in the dark of the room you pay the price for making sophia jealous: naked, covered in wax, and begging for the pleasure she denies.
+ . Number One Girl S.l by @soeyekonic
synopsis haunted by a past relationship, you struggle with insecurities in your new...
Without Warning . Sophia Laforteza by @cineatros
Push Back. Sophia Laforteza X F!reader by @brnbeexx
chris grey - let the world burn y/n and sophia have never gotten along. every...
The World Can Wait Lara by @residentrayn
-the Missing Hours by @jeylalol
Sikatseye | by @solentient
profile 2 sophia laforteza | sophiathepurse, unfialtered 2002. your childhood best friend who was your...
. Too Late | S.l by @katskisses
Kiss Me Thru The Phone by @hrtbannerman
summary: where you and your two girlfriends had to learn how to handle the distance in some moments of your relationship.
Love Me by @spectrepetals
summary: reader is mad at sophia because she doesnt make enough time for her, but she cant phisically be mad at her and immediately folds when sophia starts seducing her as a way of apology.
A Night To Remember | Sophia Laforteza X Reader by @cumbiayluna
synopsis: you’re a songwriter trying your luck in the city. moving in, you realize you are neighbors with sophia laforteza, the city’s rising star. as the both of you get closer, a song emerges — and love, too.
The Quiet Kind Of Brave (sophia Laforteza X... by @sophiatheworld
summary: you ran away a year ago from home, from the noise of people who called love a mistake. now youre here, in a college that promises freedom but whispers its conditions.
Well Yes Thank You For Requesting by @nakylvr
heyy, how r u doing?? since you write g!p could we get some g!p!dom!sophia?? thanks a lot!
You Came? by @ningningeve
sophia laforteza youre sick and stop answering your phone. sophia panics, shows up, and takes care of you....
Never Have I Ever by @lyabc6
synopsis ; daniela invites you and sophia to be featured in a new video on her youtube, where the two of you play a game of never have i ever. simple enough, right?
The 4 Times She Shut You Down, And The 1 Time She... by @smizzy
summary: you spend a weekend away on a business trip with your boss, roman roy, who asks you for an unusual request -- and you pray these are one of those jokes he doesn't actually follow through with.
a/n: i swear this started with an innocent "roman gets pussydrunk" prompt i came up with but it spiraled into something completely different - enjoy!
cw: smut (fingering, oral, face sitting - reader recieving), dubcon, explicit language (thanks roman), f! reader, roman is your boss
wc: 1.7k | masterlist | ao3
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“Did you not hear me the first time?”
Roman sits with a smug smile, arms folded up behind his head and feet on his desk. You shift nervously on your feet, taking sudden interest in the patterned carpet on the floor. “Roman, it’s late and I’m not in the mood for jokes. Please, just tell me what it is you actually want so I can go to bed.” Working for Roman Roy has its perks, but you often find yourself victim to his ridiculous antics. But this? This has to be the worst one by far.
He huffs out a chuckle before sitting up, putting his elbows on the table. “Are you slow? You really want me to repeat myself again? Just, fuckin’-, look here.” He rises and walks over to you, standing closer than you’d like. “I said, I am going to lie down—” He pauses, gesturing dramatically towards the bed next to him. “And I want you to pull down those little panties of yours—” He taps your hip where your underwear sits. You recoil from his touch. “—so you can sit on my face.”
You can’t convince yourself that he is joking by this point. You glance up at him. His eyes are dark with mischief, neck slightly tense. He leans back from you, throwing his arms out. “C’mon, don’t be a fuckin’ prude. And I’m not joking. Just pull off your little shorts and sit on my face, that’s all,” he all but whines, as if he were a petulant, spoiled child. You sigh at that, folding your arms. “Roman. Stop playing with me. Now, unless you have something you actually need, I’m going to go.” You turn to leave, but Roman grabs your wrist with a quickness, tightening his grip. He spins you around to face him, putting you much closer to him than you were before. “No, no, no. You’re not fuckin’ going anywhere. Whatever you think you’re gonna do, you’re not, so cut it out.” At that, he pulls you in for a hurried kiss. You’re unsure you can really call it a kiss, though, he all but bites your mouth, tugging your bottom lip with his incisors and causing them to bleed a bit.
You pull away quickly, face flushing with embarrassment. “Roman! What are you— Why?” Suddenly, you’ve never felt more alone in your life. You left your phone in your room, keycard on the desk. You have nowhere to run. At this realization, tears begin to prickle at your eyes. “I don’t want to, please don’t make me…” You trail off, words breaking off into a small sob. Concerningly, Roman seems unmoved by your unnatural display of overt emotion. He hushes you, bringing up his other hand to wipe away a tear that had rolled down your cheek. “Oh, don’t cry like that. Just take off your shorts.”
You really begin to cry now, genuine fear striking through you. You shake your head rapidly as one last plea to let you go. “No, no, please, Roman?” Losing his patience, Roman grabs you by the waist and pushes you on the bed underneath him. His hands roam all over your body, teeth coming up to graze your earlobe. “Don’t you make me ask again,” he grunts into your ear, hands having found the edge of your waistband. With quick movements, he yanks down your pajama shorts and panties, having exposed your slit, unwillingly slick with your arousal. “Shit, you’re actually wet? You’re a sick slut, y’know that? Getting off on me having my way with you…” You let out a sob of fear and pleasure as he drags a gentle finger through your folds.
You slide up to move away from him, but a firm hand on your stomach keeps you in your place. “Please don’t, Roman…” you try again, weakly, falling victim to the attention his thumb is giving your clit. You let out a quiet moan. “No, shut the fuck up and take it. Besides, why are you asking me to stop when you’re clearly enjoying it?” He drags his hand up your shirt for your tits, beginning to fiddle with one of your hardening nipples. You reluctantly arch into his touch, biting your kiss bitten lip to hold in a groan. At that, he teases your entrance with the tips of his middle and ring fingers, tracing the outside and barely dipping in. You throw your head back with pleasure. “Please, Roman?” you whine out quietly, a voice almost foreign to you. Roman stifles a laugh, so as to not humiliate you further. How kind. “Holy fuck, no way you’re actually begging me, now. Don’t be scared, just let me in.”
He shoves his digits in your cunt, causing you to cry out. His fingers reach that soft, spongy spot of your walls, causing you to flutter around his fingers and keen loudly for him. “Fuck,” you groan to yourself, eyes rolling back into your head. Roman angles his head to look at you, movements slowing down slightly. “You don’t need to beg me, sweetheart. I’m going to give you exactly what you need,” he says smugly. At that, he pistons in and out of your pussy. “You take my fingers like a fucking slut, I can feel the way your cunt mouths at my fingers,” he mumbles to himself, locked in to the way you’re being stuffed full of him. You babble mindlessly, getting closer and closer to release. He twists his fingers in a particular way and he makes you cum, loudly and pathetically. Your hips buck with reckless abandon, and your bones feel like they’ll dissolve under the extreme pressure at your core. When you’ve come down from your high you lie still against the bed, tired and breathless.
Roman pulls his fingers out of you, eyeing the way your arousal coats his fingers. He brings them up to his mouth for a taste. “Wow,” he states breathlessly, having fingered you rather aggressively. “You’re a shitty liar if you said you didn’t want that.” You remain quiet, still shocked by his initial aggressive demeanor towards you. You lean up on your elbows to look at him, dazed. “Okay, Roman, you’ve had your fun. Can I go to bed now?” He kisses his teeth, shaking his head. “No, I don’t think so. Besides, I haven’t actually had my fun until you sit on my face.” You offer a shy smile at that, hoping it will deter him from continuing to be pushy. “I don’t want to suffocate you. I mean, what if you can’t breathe?”
He sinks down on the bed so his face hovers above your pussy. His hands slide up, holding you open for him. He gazes at your glistening cunt, arousal stewing deep inside of him. “Then I’ll have to worry about that when, or If, that becomes a problem.” Suddenly, he hooks his arms around your thighs and rolls over so you’re on top of him. Even though you’re more or less the same size, you thought he wouldn't have had that much strength. He moans underneath you, sending shocks of vibrations through your clit and up your spine. You shudder with arousal, causing your thighs to shake.
“God, your pussy is so perfect f’me. Just like I imagined.” He eats you out wildly, tongue gliding through your folds and circling around your bundle of nerves at the top. You bring your hands up to hide your face out of embarrassment as you rock your hips gently against his mouth. “Hey-hey, keep your hands down, I want to see you cum.” His eyes fix darkly on you, “Be a good little assistant for your boss and take your hands down.” He sucks obscenely at your clit, causing your back to arch deeply and make you hold onto the headboard for support.
His hands slide up your hips, digging his fingertips into your flesh. “Roman, Oh God, Roman, please make me cum! Please?” you beg, still grinding on his tongue. He groans again, sending another flash of ecstasy through you. He pushes you up to get room to speak, “Fuck, be a good girl and cum for me.” Sitting you back down, his tongue flicks out again over your clit, aggressively shoving you over the edge. You shatter above him, waves of bliss coursing through your body. Your hips rock uncontrollably, unknowingly causing your arousal to spread across Roman’s face. He drinks up your orgasm, lapping at your hole as you ride out your orgasm. When you finish, you flop over unceremoniously next to him, legs going limp. Roman sits up on his elbows as he tries to catch his breath.
You roll over to look at him and you see how your orgasm soaks his face and absolutely ruined his dress shirt. Your face blushes deeply as you scramble for an apology. “Roman, I’m so sorry about the shirt, I really didn’t mean to—”
He waves in your direction, silencing you. “Eh, it’s fine. I’ll just take the dry cleaning costs out of your next paycheck,” he says with a hint of bland humor in his voice. You pout at that, knowing that the few things he actually jokes about is your compensation. He throws a cunning look in your direction, filled with promise which makes you feel uneasy. “I guess that means you’ll have to make it up to me next time.”
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The following week, you’re back at your desk at the New York office, typing away and organizing documents. Hearing a knock at your door, you stand up and round your desk to investigate. Upon opening the door, your vision is taken up by a huge bouquet of roses, about two or three dozen you think. The delivery man, struggling to hold the heavy vase, sets it down with a huff in front of you. After confirming your identity with him, he walks away trying to catch his breath.
You lean down, noticing a small white card buried in the petals of the flowers. Opening it, reading the tiny letters printed in the card makes you feel light headed.
Round two in Stockholm next week? — RR
Back aching, dragging swollen feet you pad across the living room towards your husband, satoru.
Approaching his slightly drowsy figure on the couch you call out his name. Slowly his sleepy gaze lifts and lights up at the sight of his 6 months pregnant wife.
“Hey…baby” his voice soft, gaze lingering at your swollen belly and the cute pout on your face.
“What’s wrong?” he questions standing up, hands automatically resting on your hips.
“Carry the baby for me” you huff out.
Satoru tilts his head amused at his wife’s command “I would honey, if I could I would turn into a male seahorse and carry all our children”.
You glare at him, too moody for his silly antics and proceed to turn around on your feet, his chest to your back.
“Give me your hands toru” and being the ever pleasing husband he is he abides.
Bending down you feel your husband in the crook of your neck watching you guide his hands under your belly.
Something clicks and he whispers “yes ma’am” as he lifts your belly gently with his large hands.
A sigh of content leaves your lips as the weight of the bump gets transferred to your husband momentarily.
After all carrying the strongest’s offspring is no easy task.
Satoru watches as you melt into his chest, snuggling into your neck and inhaling your scent.
“I wasn’t joking about the seahorse part” your chuckle vibrates against his chest, his heart beating faster as your warmth ruminates through him, your mood clearly elevated.
firefly; my first post ever! i’m so nervous posting my work hopefully i can improve my writing through this ❀ུ͏
