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How is a domestic life with yandere dilf Jesse McCree (from the Trouble story au)

I’m so sorry… this ask has been invisible in my ask box for some reason?!?!? I haven’t seen it and I don’t know how long I made u wait so I’m gonna give u the best response I can make. It’s gonna be super detailed and everything~❤️❤️❤️

The reader wouldn’t be allowed to leave Jesse’s bedroom in the beginning. Jesse would have already “wife” proofed the room making every precaution to make sure there is no possible way for her to get hurt trying to run away. Windows would be nailed shut and all possible weapons would be kept out of reach.

Jesse would never let his “wife” out of his sight. He would keep everything that she needs away from her and force her to beg him to do everything for her. “Jesse… I really gotta use the bathroom…” And I can see Jesse smoking a cigar standing next to the window. He wouldn’t even look at her but he’d respond with a serious edge in his voice. “Now that’s no way to ask sweetheart.” Of course she would be take back at first, scrambling her mind for another way to ask but still saving her pride. “Can I use the bathroom…please?” She’d ask looking at the bedroom floor. Jesse would then smirk and walk to unlock the bathroom door. He’d stand in the doorway to watch of course…

Jesse definitely has the idea that he would have to “break” his “wife” like a person would do a horse. He’d want to get rid of all the fight she has in her and then make her depend on him. The bedroom she’s locked in wouldn’t have a tv or anything except for a bed and dresser. So his “wife” would mostly sleep to pass the time.

When Jesse is away for a long time, he’d lock her in the bathroom and leave a blanket and pillow in the shower. There wouldn’t be a mirror in the bathroom or anything under the sink.

After she begins to show signs of pregnancy (no baby bump yet tho), he’d begin feeding her more and giving her more attention. Jesse would begin sleeping in the same bed as her and start taking care of her appearance. He’d say misogynistic things like “A husband should be able to come home and see his wife in a nice dress~. I can see him standing behind her in the hallway mirror with his hands wrapped around her waist. He’d tell her exactly how he wants her hair and clothes kept. But… she’s not allowed to wear underwear, for easy access.

Jesse would sometimes go out for drinks, meaning that a few stray days out of the month he’d come home drunk. There will definitely be nights where Jesse wanders up the stairs looking for his “wife” for a little bit of relief.

A/N: (imma call the reader “you” now for a bit of added spice…)

You’d be asleep and then randomly have the sheets thrown off of your body and feel the weight of Jesse above you. Jesse would press into your shoulders and lay the side of his peacekeeper on your middle of your back and slur out “your gonna be real nice for me or you’re not gonna like what happens next…” You’d hear the buckle to his pants get thrown on the floor. Because he’s still drunk, his movements would be erratic and wild. Your hands would be covering your mouth to suppress any sounds as he’s forcing himself inside you. I can see calling his “wife” a bitch and saying dirty things in her ear that he wouldn’t say when he’s sober. Jesse would then fall asleep on top of you. Due to his time in Blackwatch, he’d be a super light sleeper so it would be best for you to try not to move or make any sounds.

When he’d wake up in the morning, he’d seem like a totally different person. He’d be cheerful but still holding you captive. His demeanor would be less of a killer and more like someone that wants to pretend that what he’s doing is normal. He’d be washing his face in the bathroom the next day like nothing happened the night before.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed this!!! And don’t forget that my ask box is open!!!

hesitation !

friends to lovers ! friends to lovers! friends to lovers ! or bachira has been your friend since childhood, and while he cant deny his romantic feelings for you now that you were older; you certainly try to deny yours

bachira x f! reader ☆ fluff, eventual smut, eventual angst(maybe) ☆ wc: 2.9k cw: sex jokes lol what else do college boys do a/n: ah i had sooo much fun with this, i think when i write i try to do it in a more traditional way so it was lowkey freeing and fun to get out of my comfort zone and get a bit silly also the frequent kunigami appearances are from my love for him as well he's my 2nd fav bllk character also also theres a very small very unimportant reference to a song somwhere in here and im interested to see if anyone will know it

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the door to your apartment swung open with a bang, there stood meguru in the entrance, standing proudly with a plastic bag.

“oh honey i’m home!” his sing-song voice got a middle finger from you and a groan from isagi, nagi, and kunigami. the four of you were sat on the floor, table moved out of the way to make space for the project the five of you were working on. 

“meguru what did i tell you about playing house in my apartment,” you said sarcastically. you weren’t upset over your friends long running joke. you were annoyed that it took him near an hour to grab supplies from a dollar store. 

“you said we could only play when we were alone in your bed,” megumi gave you an animated frown, shaking his head as he closed the door behind him. your eyes bludged at his comment as kunigami choked on his water. meguru yelped as you threw a pillow at him in retaliation, ignoring your threats as he tossed the bag on the ground next to you before heading to the fridge. 

“guys we’re not fucking,” you said to the three other men sitting across from you. isagi was too busy helping kunigami recover to really be listening and nagi preoccupied with whatever game he was playing on his phone. 

“of course you’re not bachira is the biggest virgin i know,” nagi stated as fact, eyes never leaving his screen.

“hey!” megurus interjection from the kitchen made you laugh, only to be cut short when meguru ran to grab the pillow you previously threw at you to absolutely chuck it towards the back of your head. you shot him a mock glare before turning back to the project at hand.

“okay no more talk about megurus virginity- we need to get this done before i pass out from exhaustion,” meguru hummed in amusement, grabbing your last can of soda before presuming his spot between you and kunigami. 

“well we could’ve started about three hours ago if you werent asleep,” kunigami said, shooting you an annoyed glance before rummaging through the bag meguru had tossed. 

“i was tired,” you defended yourself, squinting your eyes at the orange haired man.

“yea she was tired,” meguru came to your defense, but it sounded more like he was mocking you. ignoring megurus presence all together, you open up your laptop, looking for the criteria for this obscure project.  

“what even is the project anyway,” nagi spoke from behind his phone, earning alarmed stares from everyone else. it took him a minute to even notice eyes were on him, the newfound silence being what gave it away. “im just kidding,” he said in hopes of calming all of you down, even setting his phone aside to pretend he was analyzing the supplies. 

“we’re doomed,” isagi said shortly, running a hand through his hair. 

“why are there trojan condoms in the bag,” kunigami damn near shouted. you all turned to meguru who just sat there with a dumb smile on his face. 

“i told you guys y/n said we could only play house alone in her-” you pushed your hand into his face, knocking him over. “i was joking, the condoms are for the project.” he stated simply, seemingly unbothered by the scrutinizing looks you all gave him. “what its supposed to be about human nature right? whats more human than sex?” he shrugged his shoulders, looking at you guys as if you were the weird ones for not understanding. 

“we’re not using that,” isagi said quickly, shutting the idea down entirely.

“no no he’s on to something,” nagi mused, enjoying the slightly chaotic energy in the room. meguru blew a kiss at nagi, happy someone was backing him up. “i change my mind,” nagi immediately says, staring a meguru with a blank face before picking up his phone and continuing his game. 

“how about we just work on it tomorrow,” you offered lightly, furrowing your brows in concern when isagi gasped as if you just suggested they sacrifice a new born baby and use that as the project. 

“im not getting a zero on a fucking posterboard project by working on it last minute,” isagi murmured, snatching your laptop to look at the assignment himself. 

“well we’re obviously not getting anything done now. maybe tomorrow we’ll all be a bit more… put together,” to be honest, you just didnt feel like working on it right now. your sleep schedule had gotten worse than usual and you had, no offense to them, more important things to work on. this small community project was on the bottom of your to-do list at the moment. isagi and kunigami glanced at each other wearily, seeming to be the only two people who actually cared about getting it done. “or me, nagi, and meguru each pay you 30 bucks for you guys to do it,” you took advantage of nagi’s selective listening to make that offer and was extremely relieved when meguru didnt object. “and i give you my amazon gift card and let you use my prime account to buy actual supplies,”

“okay deal,” isagi nodded, also aware of nagi not really agreeing. but since he was silent, that was complacency by default in his eyes. giving you your laptop back, isagi got up, followed by kunigami as they grabbed their stuff and the flimsy posterboard that sat empty for the last two hours. 

once isagi and kunigami said their goodbyes, you got up from your spot on the floor, making your way to the kitchen with the intent of making lunch. 

“honey could you be a dear and make me a sandwich,” meguru asked in a mocking tone when we saw you grab a loaf of bread.

“go fuck yourself,” you responded, searching through the fridge for anything that looked appetizing. megurus exaggerated noise of despair is what brought nagi out of his game, looking at meguru with pure judgement. 

“you’re so loud,” he deadpanned, before noticing that two of his friends were no longer there. 

“they left,” meguru said, completely ignoring nagis critique. nagi took that as a cue to leave considering isagi was his ride. with a quick goodbye to you and megumi, nagi was rushing out the door, trying to call isagi and praying they hadnt left him.

now it was just you and meguru, with him sitting on the floor of your living room as he watched you try to concoct a meal. you sighed from behind the kitchen island, making a mental note to remind your roomates that you guys desperately needed to go grocery shopping. 

despite the banter, you had no qualms with meguru staying behind. he was your closest friend, having known him since elementary school. it was a happy accident that after being separated for years, you somehow ended up at the same college. 

“stop telling people we fucked,” you said absently as you search your cabinets when you heard meguru make his way over to the kitchen. 

“whats wrong with that,” 

you shot him a confused look before turning back to rummage through your mostly empty cupboards. 

“we havent?” your voice echoed slightly as you peered in, standing on your toes in hope a four course meal would materialize on the shelf.

“well we could change that,”

you pivoted on your heels being met with a similarly shocked face from the guy who just said those exact words. you shook your head, chalking it up to another one of his jokes.

“stop joking like that,” you pressed your hands onto the counter, desperately trying to come up with something to eat. you were starving. 

“it wasnt a joke,” megurus face made it seem like he was more shocked by his response than you were. quickly turning away and trying to act busy looking for his phone, meguru left you wondering if he was telling the truth. your face grew warm as you really thought about your words. he was your childhood friend, you missed a few years of his life but it was apparent now that he’s grown up well. 

fortunately, or well unfortunately for you, your stomach grumbled loud enough to get you out of your thoughts. you took it as a sign from your body to not entertain the idea of fucking your best friend any longer.

“if youre here for food im sorry to disappoint,” you were trying to cut off the last conversation, turning it to something easier to talk about. 

“no i’m here for you,” he looked at you as if that much was obvious, and it was a bit disorienting. you were used to his crude humor and blunt speech but this was different. you guys were pretty comfortable in your friendship up until this point, at least thats what you thought.

“well im about to go get something to eat,” you averted his gaze, grabbing a hoodie and slipping on your shoes. meguru followed suit, a bright smile on his face as you rummaged through your pockets for your keys. 

“yay dinner with the missus,” you rolled your eyes, trying to hold back a laugh as you opened the door, feeling him follow behind you.

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2:12am kunigami !!: absolutely slumped 2:12am kunigami !!: [sent 1 attachment] 2:13am pinky boy: y/n's gonna kill you when she sees that 2:15am kunigami !!: ill survive trust 2:16am ultimate gamer: theyre def kissing on the side

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you were knocked out on kunigamis couch, a small gathering amongst friends turned sleepover once someone(reo) brought alcohol. you were curled into the corner of the couch, a blanket drapped over you. now that alone wasnt anything out of the ordinary, not something kunigami would risk getting his eyes gouched out for a singular photo. it was the fact that your head has resting on megurus lap. his head rested on your hip at what looked like an uncomfortable angle as he slept. 

there were jokes and side comments about you two secretly dating and you were always the one to deny them, meguru stepping aside and pleading the fifth every time. but the current state you were in was just another piece of evidence to confirm your friends suspicions. 

the night was basically over at the point, most of the other people either leaving or grabbing blankets themselves. 

what woke you up hours later was the smell of breakfast cooking. having been living off of instant ramen and takeout for the past couple weeks, the smell of a home cooked meal practically made your soul fly over to the smell like a cartoon. 

your eyebrows twitched as your hangover made itself known. with a groan you shifted on the couch, for the most part remembering where you were until you realized whatever ‘pillow’ you were laying on felt weird. your eyes shot open and you were met with a calm meguru scrolling on his phone. realizing you were laying on his lap, you shot up, swirling your head as you surveyed your surroundings. 

kunigami was in the kitchen, flipping something over the stove while wearing the stupid ‘kiss the chef’ apron meguru had gotten him as a gag secret santa gift. you tossed the blanket off of you, not awake enough to form words let alone coherent thoughts. 

“hey im cold,” meguru said with no real annoyance as he reached over and grabbed the blanket, putting on a show as he tossed it over his legs. 

“my head hurts,” you mumbled, bringing a hand up to shield your eyes from the bright light. meguru wordlessly reached for the bottle of advil on the coffee table, grabbing his water bottle you gifted him and handing you both. you mumbled a thanks, before tossing the pills into your mouth and absolutely chugging the water. your hand patted the couch cushions around you, looking for your phone.

“its charging in the kitchen,” meguru said without looking up from his own screen, earning a snicker from kunigami who watched the whole situation unfold. you wanted to shoot daggers at him via your eyes, but alas the searing pain right behind them rendered your temper useless. plus he was cooking breakfast and whether or not he was cooking just for himself, you planned to try to snag some. 

getting up from the couch you felt meguru lift a hand to your hip, helping you steady yourself. its something you wouldnt normally bat an eye at, even thanking him for the help. but now that kunigami was staring at you it felt different. 

averting kunigamis ever intensive gaze, you grabbed your phone from the kitchen counter. scrolling through your notifications. not much stood out and you were going to put your phone back down and let charge a little longer until meguru spoke up, much to kunigamis dismay. 

he knew youd see the picture eventually but would have preferred if you werent where his knives were when you did. 

“kunigami sent something funny in the group chat,”

“youre getting no pancakes,” kunigami shouted at megurus betrayal, pointing the whisk in his hand towards the giggly boy on his couch. you looked at kunigami and then meguru, and then kunigami again with raised suspicion. keeping your eyes on the orange-haired man, you unlocked your phone, scrolling through unimportant messages until you found what meguru was definitely were talking about. 

there you were, napping with meguru and looking completely at peace. you felt your cheeks warm as you read the following messages, squinting at kunigami. luckily for him, you were tired and in too much pain to do anything drastic.

“i’ll give you meguru’s pancakes if you let me live,”

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3:34pm loser </3: can i come over 3:40pm you: im out rn 3:41pm loser </3: out doing what...... 3:43pm you: eating lunch with my mom 3:43pm loser </3: tell mom i said hi 3:47pm you: she said to stop bothering us while we're eating 3:48pm loser </3: UR LYING 3:48pm loser </3: ill text her and find out myself . 3:48pm loser </3: gmfu 3:49pm you: since when do you have my moms number 3:51pm you: STOP TEXTING MY MOM

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“i swear to god if you drop anymore popcorn i will end your life,” 

meguru paused as he was lifting a handful of popcorn out of the bowl, eyes flicking from yours to the ball of popcorn in his hand that was threatening to spill out between his fingers. he blinked twice before quickly shoving the kernels in his mouth, chewing obnoxious and smiling around his stuffed cheeks. 

you stared at him with a glare that carried no anger before turning your attention back to the screen. you had forgotten what you were even watching, bachira having insisted on playing some obscure movie he watched a youtube essay about. 

“can you make some more,” megurus voice was muffled from the sheer amount of popcorn in his mouth, but you understood when you pushed the bowl your way. you shook your head, shoving the bowl back towards him.

“you ate most of it, you can go make more,” you listened to him loudly swallow the last of the popcorn in his mouth before pouting at you. 

“i dont wanna miss the movie.”

“pause it,” 

“no that messes with the vibe,” 

you rolled your eyes, getting up from your couch and taking the bowl from him. walking into the kitchen you grabbed a bag of popcorn and put it in the microwave, leaning over your kitchen island as you waited for it to finish. 

you looked at meguru, he seemed interested in the movie, watching intently. he was pretty, you couldnt deny that. and the way the light from the tv played on his face only added to it. his hair had grown since the last time you saw him before college, the yellow tips just passing his shoulders. a wave of emotions ran through you as he laughed at whatever was happening on screen. he was so sweet, you liked being around him no matter how chaotic it was. you were comfortable around him and you wouldnt trade the relationship you had with him for anything. 

the beep of your microwave and the slightly burnt smell of popcorn brought you back to the present. pouring the popcorn in the bowl, you made your way back to the couch, handing meguru the bowl and plopping back down onto the couch. 

“its burnt,” meguru pointed out despite getting ready to shove another handful in his mouth. you shrugged your shoulders, grabbing a pillow and laying against the arm of the couch, curling into a ball.

“you shouldve made it then,” meguru looked at you, your eyes already back on the screen. there was a sort of airy smile on face, enjoying your time together. he wished youd lay on him instead of that godforsaken pillow, but he would take what he could get. unlike you, he had words for the feelings he had towards you. he was in love with you. and while you were adamant on denying any dating allegations he didnt let it bother him to much. when it came down to it, meguru could be satisfied with just being a friend. he wasnt selfish he’d like to think. he was grateful you liked him at all, it was no problem for him if those feelings were platonic or romantic. but a boy can dream. 

i hope you enjoyed !! reblogs/comments are very appreciated <3

Someone like me

Pairing: Abe Sapien x f!mermaid!reader

Summary: Bored of her normal human life, (Y/N) tried to think of a way to contact the BPRD. However, before she could figure out how to achieve catching the attention of an institution that supposedly didn't even exist, it instead found her.

Warnings: female reader, use of she/her pronouns, maybe ooc characters?, long fic

A/N: A piece for @riyaselfships <3 I am glad to get back to writing for this adorable man though, so thank you so much for requesting! I am so, so sorry it took so long and for all the complications, but it was a fun challenge! It's nice to be back. I sincerely hope you like this!

Footsteps approached the quiet premises of the library. You quickly closed your email on your work computer and directed your attention to the person who just came in. They greeted you in a soft voice as they walked past you and disappeared in the sea of bookshelves.

Once they were out of sight, you quickly turned back to the computer screen and reopened the email you've been reading. Your heart sounded like a giant drum in your chest, the rhythm picking up the pace with each line your eyes scanned over.

You couldn't believe it. After months of sleepless nights and gallons of consumed coffee you finally found the book you were oh so desperately looking for. This one wasn't like the rest of the occult books that were in your collection. While you couldn't deny that they were very interesting, this one wasn't just a copy you happened to find in an antique bookshop. No, this was the original. well, sort of.

The contains of the book were basically rituals, instructions on how to summon great evils into this world. Nobody really knows who wrote it anymore, but it's assumed that the first appearance of this piece was in the form of notes, scribbled onto individual pieces of paper. Until one scribe, who supposedly belonged to a cult of sorts, decided to rewrite the notes into a book. The original cult had been long dissolved and the book kept well hidden.

And now it won't take long and it'd belong to you. You've always been interested in the occult, ever since you found out you weren't human, which was at a very young age. From then on you've been determined to find out just how many secrets this world holds.

But, that hasn't been always easy. Of course not. You started on the internet. Over the years you've joined many fan forums that "spread the truth". Most of it were conspiracies unfortunately. Save for the BPRD. Bureau of paranormal research and defense. An organisation that supposedly didn't exist. And yet, whenever somebody took a mysterious photo that looked a bit too real, you could always see the same man on TV explaining how it was only a hoax. Tom Manning.

Fortunately, you were able to find people who had the same intentions as you. You never told them the complete truth about yourself, always fearing you would take it too far, but it still felt good to be understood on such a level. From these simple connections, you slowly moved on from the digital realm back to the physical one, getting more and more contacts to collectors, who had the good stuff, or so you thought.

Very early on you found out that what you've been able to collect were copies, although old and rare, they still had little real significance. But, you persevered and many years later, you were finally surrounded by people, friends dare you say, although you've never really met any of them, who were able to get you the real good stuff.

Like the book you were just heading out to get from the post office. The original owner of the book did not want to send it right to your address, labeling it as a registered package, so there would be a lesser chance of someone stealing it, he reasoned in the email you read at work.

Once the book was in your hands, you couldn't help but admire the packaging. It was a simple brown cardboard box, nothing that could ever raise suspicion or curiosity. You imagined the book would be bigger though. But the more you thought about it, the more you had to admit it was probably for the best. The whole way to your home you couldn't help but to imagine how you would spend the entire night rearranging your entire collection. So far, you stashed your books on a bookshelve, but now that you had this very important piece and expected many more to come, you would need to secure them more.

There was a box sitting in your bedroom containing some very expensive glass case that you could lock. It would put your collection on display while also keeping it safe. It wasn't much, but it was something.

Lost in your daydreams about a calm and quiet future, you didn't notice your front door was unlocked. Stepping inside your home and taking off your overgarments, you froze. You could hear quiet footsteps and hushed conversation coming from somewhere inside your home. You clutched the book tighter in your hands. It was clear that somebody broke in while you were away and you had to do something about it and fast.

Hoping the intruders haven't noticed you yet, you quietly took off your shoes and grabbed your metal shoehorn in case you needed to defend yourself and slowly made your way to the kitchen, where you could hopefully get a better weapon and call the police.

It would be a blatant lie to say you weren't absolutely terrified. You didn't have anything worthy of being stolen, except for the package in your hand, so who would try to get into your home? But people are capable of all sorts of things when they are desperate. Hopefully you could reason with them without the situation escalating.

Just when you were almost exactly where you wanted to be, you heard a smooth voice say "They're here." You felt fear spike through you, a small gasp leaving your mouth. You quickly slapped your hand over it and prayed to whatever deity there was that you haven't just blown your cover. Did you make a noise? How did they know you were here? This whole situation felt wrong. The sound of a gun being cocked made your knees feel weak, the deep, gruff voice following it, saying "Let's go find that son of a bitch then." did not help either. But just as you lost all hope and prepared to die, your body lurched forward, driven by the need to survive. You sprinted into the kitchen, hearing sets of footsteps seemingly from all sides at once, you threw yourself to the drawers and drew out the biggest knife you could find in your haste.

Quickly turning around, your weapon raised protectively in front of you, you saw a creature standing in the doorway to your kitchen, staring at you with a confused expression and bright yellow eyes. He was HUGE. So huge you wondered how the hell did he even fit through your doorway. His sking was bright red, with longish dark brown hair on his head. The top of his head was bald though, only two stumps adorning the space there. It seemed like at some point, this creature had horns, but got them cut off. His face was framed with sideburns and a short goatee with the same colour as his hair. His eyes, the first thing you noticed about him, were piercing yellow, like a cat's. He was wearing an open trenchcoat, a necklace with a cross dangling from around his neck. His sleeves were rolled up, showing of his powerful arms, one much thicker than the other and seemingly made out of rock rather than flesh.

In his more human looking hand he was holding a strange gun. It seemed to be specifically created for killing non-human creatures. Strapped to the belt of his pants were many other weapons, some of which you weren't familiar with at all.

Before the creature could utter a word, a woman appeared from behind him "Hellboy! Did you find...them...?" her words died on her tongue when she took in your terrified expression. She was a human. Or so it seemed. She had short black hair, with a swept fringe to one side. Around her neck was a black choker with a mathing cross. She was wearing a leather jacket and, like her partner, had weapons strapped to the belt holding up her black pants, although these ones looked relatively normal to what you've seen.

"Who are you? And what are you doing here?" the woman asked you with suspicion. You tried to swallow the lump in your throat, only to find out your mouth has gone dry. "I could ask you the same..." you rasped out quietly, the hand with the knife trembling. "Don't tell me we're in the wrong place..." Hellboy muttered.

"Don't worry Red, we're not." the same smooth voice you heard in the beggining called out from behind the duo, successfully turning all three of yours attention to him. When his two partners stepped aside so he could walk in, your breath caught in your throat.

His skin was a light shade of blue with loads of different markings in different shades of the colour. He had a black bodysuit concealing most of his body. Around his shoulders and up his neck was a strange contraption which consisted of what looked like tubes and small water tanks. Topped off with big goggles over his eyes and his webbed hands, you realized he must be a merperson.

"We are terribly sorry for scaring you ma'am." he spoke to you with a tilted head and suddenly, as your eyes locked, you realized just how beautiful they were. He radiated serenity and you found yourself calming down, your heartbeat slowing, and lowering your weapon. "We've been sent to this location to retrieve a very special artifact." then he pointed at your package "The book you are holding."

Your grip on the book tightened as a frown stretched on your face "I bought that book, you can't just take it away!" Hellboy scoffed "Do you even know what you're holding lady?" "Yes. In fact, I do. And I've been searching for many years to find something like it." you stated protectively, although your confidence wasn't strong enough for you to say it to his face directly.

"And just what were you planning on doing with that book?" the lady suddenly spoke up. "Nothing...I'm a collector." you mombled, feeling offended by the accusation. "Oh really? Because to me it seems you're just a filthy little liar-" she continued, her tone turning more and more menacing, until her blue partner stopped her "That's enough Liz. She's telling the truth." turning his gaze back to you, he gently told you "If you hand over the book, there will be no repercussions, I can assure you."

You thought about it for a moment. Taking a deep breath, you dared to look in his enchanting eyes and spoke "Where the book goes, I follow." you decided. While it seemed to not make much impact on him, Hellboy and Liz seemed flabbergasted. "Listen lady, you can't just make demands here-" "I think I can. I am still the owner of this book." you said, although your gaze never left the blue merperson in front of you.

"You were sent here by the BPRD right?" you asked, looking at Liz. Hellboy frowned "How did you..." to not raise any more suspicion, which you already felt you were failing horribly at, you explained, finally mustering up enough courage to look the red demon in the eyes "You're Hellboy, right? Everybody has at least heard about you by now. You are the one everyone thinks of when BPRD is mentioned, and vice versa." "We can't just bring a human to the base!" Liz exclaimed.

"But she's not human. Isn't that right?"

It felt as if every time the blue man spoke, everyone in the room calmed down. Despite not looking much, he had a powerful aura around him, almost mystique. Whatever he lacked physically, he must've made up with something else, something you greatly desired to find out.

Interrupting your train of thought, you remembered you still had to answer the three agents. You slowly nodded. "Well then, show us what you can do!" Hellboy smirked. You felt your cheeks grow warm. The only people who ever saw your true form were your parents and you weren't really sure if you wanted to show yourself like that to complete strangers. "Well uhm, I'm a mermaid, so..."

You sighed and decided that stalling would get you nowhere. Rolling a sleeve up to your shoulder, a fin growing from your arm was revealed to the others. "A mermaid huh?" Liz mumbled. Hellboy shrugged "Ah alright, if it'll make you stop complicating things, you can come." With those words he turned on his heel and began walking out of your home. Liz soon followed, but you heard her utter "Manning is not gonna like this..."

You had to fight the enormous smile that would otherwise bloom on your face. It was like a dream come true! After you quickly got dressed and locked your door again, Liz insisted you walked between them, just in case you tried anything. You didn't protest and so you found yourself in between Hellboy and the blue merperson, whose name you still didn't know. You exited through the back and quickly boarded what looked like a garbage truck.

As you rode, you started becoming more and more uneasy. There weren't any windows, which made sense, but it made you feel kind of trapped. The fact that at first, nobody said a word, wasn't helping. And you had no idea how long the journey was going to take.

"I believe I don't know your name yet." the blue man spoke to you, making a small smile appear on your face "I'm (Y/N)." he extended his webbed hand to you, saying "Abe. Nice to meet you." As your hands made contact in a handshake, you felt a shiver run down your spine and a subtle pressure inside your head, as if someone had climbed into it. The feeling, however, disappeared immediately when you let go of Abe's hand.

He seemed...almost embarassed as he apologized "I am so sorry. I promise I did not mean to do that!" he said. You blinked at him before asking timidly "Were you...in my head?" Abe looked away from you "Yes...But I promise I didn't see anything! Or, well, I tried to not look..." he added sheepishly. "So you're a..." you asked. "Telepath, yes."

"That's...actually really awesome!" you beamed at him. "You think so?" Abe asked, head tilted to the side in the cutest way. You giggled "Of course. Ever since I was young I wanted to learn everything this world hid from the average person. And when I learned about who I truly am, that feeling only grew. That's why I started collecting those books in the first place, to learn." you smiled softly, looking down at the book in your lap, caressing the packaging gently.

And so your life changed. When you arrived to the BPRD, you were immediately brought to Manning himself, who first yelled at Hellboy and the others for five minutes before realizing nobody cared and so he sent them away, confiscated your book and had a talk with you, not different from a regular job interview.

He was reluctant to let you stay, but when you proved you weren't human, it seemed almost mandatory that you stay. Of course, before you could even start learning about your new...job, you had to go through multiple examinations. Luckilly, the scientists and doctors were very accomodating and tried their best to keep you as comfortable as they could.

You were given a room with an en suit bathroom, with a very spacious bathtub, which was heavenly, you had to thank somebody for that, and started your training. It was actually fun most of the time. You were pretty intimidated when you were told the one who'd teach you to fight would be the raven haired woman you hadn't had the best interactions so far.

And while the begginings were nothing short of rocky, over time Liz opened up to you as you did with her. You learned she was not only a skilled agent, but quite a gentle soul and a great confidant. And with Liz's trust earned, it didn't take much more time for Hellboy to warm up to you as well. He, too, had much more to him than the rough exterior he showed to his opponents. He was a funny guy, who was always up for trouble. He loved cats and you know what they say: someone who loves animals can't be a bad person...or, demon in this case.

What you cherished the most though, was spending time in the compound's library. The books in your little beginner collection couldn't compare to the massive variety of spell books, mythological books, scripts and many many others.

Besides, Abe's tank was there. The first time you saw him without all the gear to help him survive without water for longer periods of time, you felt as if somebody poured a bucket of hot water over you. His eyes held kindness as he looked at you with that small smile of his. You could see clearly all the shades of blues that coloured his beautiful skin, all of his toned swimmer muscles that made him look like a sculpture, a work of art.

But you didn't allow yourself to stare at him any longer. He was the first person to be nice to you, the last thing you'd want is to offend him by ogling him like an animal in the zoo. But if he saw your staring, he didn't mention it. And soon, every day in the evening, or anytime you'd wish to just relax, You'd head to the library, meet up with your favourite friend and spend hours upon hours just reading and discussing, until you barely could keep your eyes open.

Any time you'd think of Abe as your favourite person in the compound, you could feel your cheeks grow warm and it took everything in you not to giggle out loud. You were slowly starting to realize you were crushing on the guy. Hard.

What helped you come to terms with your feelings was when one time, you were having so much fun with your research about selkies and the fae world, that despite Abe asking you if you wanted to retire for the night, which you could barely respond to anymore, at one point, you didn't hear his words anymore and darkness overtook you.

When you became aware again, you quickly found out you weren't in the same spot you fell asleep in, the fact that you actually fell asleep in front of Abe of all people made you a bit embarassed. None the less, you were now in one of the bigger armchairs in the library, basically in front of Abe's tank, snuggled up into a cozy blanket. It wasn't just draped over you, you realized, he must've taken the time to properly tuck you in.

And for some reason suddenly everything felt...different. While you knew that what he'd done could just be a platonic gesture, you...wished it wasn't. But it's not like you were going to do anything about it. Soon after you woke up, Abe saw you from his tank and waved to you. Standing up and stretching your slightly sore muscles, you walked over to him to greet him and properly thank him.

"Red was looking for you. I told him you're sleeping and that I'd send you to him after you woke up." the beautiful man informed you after exchanging a "good morning". You rubbed the back of your neck with one hand, your gaze cast to the side "Thank you. For the information and for...what you did for me yesterday. I'm sorry I fell asleep like that. I hope you didn't feel obligated to do that-" you chuckled nervously, but Abe interrupted you "No, no! Of course not! I figured it would seem weird if I carried you back to your room, but maybe I should've. This is really the least I could've done for you." he assured you and place one of his hands on the glass of his tank.

You reciprocated, placing your own hand to the exact spot from the other side. The feeling of him being in your head was always strange, but now it felt more...intimate. Luckilly, as he could feel what you were feeling, you could feel what he was feeling. And it assured you that what he was saying was true.

After that day, Abe started seeking you out more. It was strange at first, but you couldn't say the attention was unwanted. You started training together, because Abe, while usually not the one in action, should keep in shape, just in case, as he explained, ate lunch in the library instead of the caffeteria and just spent more one on one time together. Until one day, he asked you a very serious question.

"Would you go for a swim with me?" he asked you one day at lunch. It was just you two in the library, but you still stiffened, and the air suddenly became hot and unbreatheable. Abe, ever so perceptive, noticed this and quickly added "We don't have to if it makes you uncomfortable! I don't mean to push my boundaries or anything, I just figured...well...it could be another form of training, no?"

Taking a few discreet deep breaths, you internally calmed yourself down. It's fine, just training, excercise, yes, just that, nothing else. It's not like you were scared of him hurting you, gods no. But you feared if you would be so close to him in such a vulnerable environment, you might lose your mind. So many things could go wrong. You could stare at him in a weird way or you could say something you wouldn't mean to say or-

Despite the raging storm inside your mind, you nodded with a small smile "Alright!" you chirped. Abe, too, smiled "Great! Meet you here in an hour?" You nodded, hoping your smile didn't seem too unnatural and waved your friend goodbye as you walked out of the library and towards your room.

Although you had half a mind to just fake a sudden food poisoning, you still found yourself at the library door exactly on time. Abe walked out, only holding a neatly folded towel. You let him lead the way to the pool, which you didn't even know was there to this point. And although there wasn't anything inherently wrong with the situation you were in, both of you kept quiet the whole way and the air was tense.

The pool room was plain. White tiled walls and floors, with the pool taking up most of the space in the room itself. There were a few chairs lined up at one of the walls for people to put their belonggings on. The most advanced thing were lights, as you found out. Next to the door were a few knobs that changed the intensity of the lights and the colour, for some reason.

It was then that Abe turned to you "The pool has a minimal amount of chlorine and other chemicals in it, so it shouldn't damage the skin on your tail and fins. But if anything happens, let me know." you nodded with a smile, being reminded how sweet he actually is. Abe wasted no time getting in the water and as you watched him, you could see how he visibly changed. Not in appearance, but it was certain water was his home. He seemed relaxed and confident. Well, more confident than usually.

You realized it was about time you get in the pool. You looked at the water nervously. This would be the first time after years that somebody would see you. Really see you. Deciding to just get it over with, you backed away from the edge, before jumping into the water.

The transition never hurt, but the feeling of your legs morphing into a tail was still strange, given that you didn't have many oppoturnities to fully transform. But you now truly understood why Abe felt so at home in water. Because you felt the same. It was so freeing, feeling the water on your skin in such a different way. With one powerful movement of your tail, you felt as if you shot out of the water when you resurfaced. Giggles erupted from your throat and then soon escalated into full on laughter. Relieved laughter.

You felt Abe watching you and when your eyes met, you sensed the familiar hot feeling bloom all over your face. "Uh, sorry about that. It's just...It's been a while." you smiled bashfully at your reflection in the water as you swooshed your arms around. Abe shook his head "It's fine. I like seeing you like this." You looked at him, slightly confused "Like what?" "Like this." he gestured to you as he swam closer "Happy...Relaxed...Free." he explained, his eyes never leaving yours. The moment felt so special, you were worried that if you even breathed in the wrong way, you would ruin the mood.

But you needed to answer him and you needed to do it right now. "Thank- thank you. It...really means a lot coming from you." you struggled to get out through the haze in your mind.

The conversation then faded again into the uncomfortable silence, until Abe suddenly seemed to remember why you were here in the first place and challenged you to a game of tag to warm up. Knowing that if you declined, you could just leave the pool alltogether, so you did the opposite. Besides, it sounded like fun.

And fun it was. Abe went easy on you at first, seeing as he was very agile and fast in water, being so used to it, while you needed some time to properly get ahold of your tail. But once you got used to it, which, to be fair, didn't take long at all, your abilities were nearly on the same level. Abe couldn't help but admire the way your fins glistened in the light and when you chased after him or swam away from him, trying not to get tagged, he thought you looked like a dream. You were right there in front of him and in the blink of an eye, you were gone. It tested your strength and stamina, while his ability to focus was being tested. He knew in that moment that you'd make a great agent.

You didn't know how long you were chasing each other in the water, but you could feel yourself getting tired. You swam to the corner of the pool and supported yourself with your arms on the edges as you rested. Abe was quick to catch up to you. He stopped in front of you and just took in your resting form. If you didn't look beautiful to him then, you were absolutely ethereal now. And sure, nobody looks their best when they just immerged from under water, your hair was sticking to your head, your eyelashes were stuck together in clumps as well and you were slightly out of breath, but the way water droplets glistened onbeautiful skin, the way your chest rose delicately with each breath, everything about you combined took Abe's breath away.

Longing to touch you, to be in contact with you, he jokingly put his hand on your shoulder "You're it." he said.

In that moment, your eyes shot open, the usually non invasive way your minds connected when one touched the other, was now replaced by an overwhelming emotion taking over your brain. Warmth, longing, happiness and a strangely pleasant kind of emotional pain spread through your entire body in seconds.

Love.

Abe jerked away, only now realizing that maybe he'd made a mistake. You two stared at each other owlishly for a few moments, before both of you spoke at the same time. "I'm-" "Hey-" Both of you stopped and chuckled. "I'm very sorry. I didn't- I didn't realize that you could...agh, I screwed up didn't I?" he said with his head down, only briefly glancing at you, guilt swimming in his beautiful eyes. You were...shocked. Your mind was tripping over itself to correct him, to just let him know, to find the right words to describe that no, he didn't do anything wrong, he did not screw and his feelings were indeed reciprocated, and very happily so.

But before you could make up your mind and decide what to say, your body instead made the decision. Quickly grabbing his hand, you gazed into his eyes and hoped, prayed, he could feel it. That he understood.

And he did.

As your hand fell from his, Abe stepped closer to you, chasing after the contact. He was now right in front of you and it allowed you to wrap your arms around his neck. You didn't allow yourself to think too much about it and just let yourself do what felt right. For a while, you stayed like this, just feeling both of yours emotions at once, but at some point, it wasn't enough and that's when your lips met in a desperate, but gentle kiss. It was sweet, your heart swelled in your chest as you angled your head a little to accomodate to him and enjoyed the feeling of his lips on yours.

When you pulled away, you were still looking into each other's eyes. The phantom bliss was still there and you couldn't wait to do it again. Somehow now, that your feelings were exposed, you wanted nothing more than to be close to Abe all the time, to never leave his side. To love and cherish him. An as if he could read your thoughts, Abe said gently "I would very much like to do that again soon...If it's alright with you." You knew you were smiling like an idiot, but it didn't matter right now. You nodded to his suggestion.

october 3rd - power play w/ gojo, wakasa, sae

content warnings - teacher/student dynamic with Gojo, spanking, degradation, implied oral (f!reader receiving), choking, crying, overstimulation

MDNI!

satoru gojo

“Alright, let’s see if you can finally get this right,” your physics teacher said, his voice smooth and teasing. “What’s the formula for calculating force?”

You opened your mouth, but the answer danced just beyond your reach. “Um… it’s… uh…”

His eyebrow arched, and the smirk widened. “Incorrect again. You should know this by now, especially as my favorite student.” He sighed dramatically as he folded his arms to add to the effect.

Heat flooded your cheeks, a mix of embarrassment and something deeper. “I’m sorry, I just—”

“Sorry doesn’t cut it,” he interrupted, stepping closer, the air thick with unspoken tension. You could smell the faint hint of his cologne, warm and intoxicating. “You need to learn, and I think we need to reinforce that.”

Before you could react, he was behind you, his presence overwhelming. “You know what happens when you get an answer wrong, right?” His voice was a low whisper, sending shivers down your spine.

You swallowed hard, feeling your pulse quicken. “I… I do.”

“Then let’s correct that behavior.” He guided you to lean over the desk, the cool surface pressing against your stomach as you braced yourself. The classroom felt impossibly still, the only sound your uneven breathing.

“Count them for me,” he instructed, his tone authoritative yet laced with amusement.

You nodded, your heart racing as anticipation mixed with dread. “Okay…”

With a swift motion, he delivered the first spank—a firm smack that echoed in the quiet room. “One,” you gasped, heat blooming across your skin.

The second came quickly, sharper and more stinging. “Two!” you exclaimed, your voice trembling. You could feel the warmth spreading, a strange mix of embarrassment and exhilaration coursing through you.

“Three,” he said, his voice low and satisfied, savoring each moment. The sound of your skin meeting his hand resonated, and you could hear the slight hitch in your breath as the sting lingered.

With the fourth smack, you bit your lip, a mix of pain and pleasure swirling in your chest. “Four…” you managed, the words escaping in a breathy whisper.

He paused for a moment, enjoying the sight of you leaning over the desk, your vulnerability on full display. “And for the final one…” he drawled, his voice teasing. The anticipation hung in the air, electric and intoxicating.

With the last swat, he delivered it with a deliberate force, making you gasp. “Five!” you cried out, the sound mixing with the thrill that washed over you.

Gojo stepped back, a satisfied smile lighting up his face. “Now, let’s see if you remember that formula for next time,” he said, his eyes glinting with mischief.

You nodded, still feeling the heat of the moment, your heart racing in a way that left you breathless.

imaushi wakasa

Wakasa leaned against the wall, his eyes narrowing as he took in the sight of you. You were sprawled out, your body gleaming with a sheen of sweat, a dazed smile plastered across your face. The world outside was chaotic, but in here, you were his perfect little distraction—his eager bimbo plaything.

“Wakasa,” you whined, your voice high and breathy, filled with need. Every stroke to your clit taking over your senses, and you felt delightfully overwhelmed. You were lost in the sensations, your thoughts swirling in a haze of pleasure and desire.

“Can’t take it?” he spoke against pussy’s puffy lips, igniting every nerve ending. You squirmed, your body arching towards him, craving more. “No, I can! I promise!” you pouted, your big eyes shining with desperation as you fought to keep them from rolling back in the pleasure. You loved how he toyed with you, pushing your limits and making you feel like the center of his universe.

Wakasa released your abused bud with a slight ‘pop’ and chuckled, the sound low and filled with mischief. “You’re such a good little slut, always ready to please.” He repositioned his face at your cunt, his breath hot and adding to the overstimulation. “Just let go and enjoy it. We're not stopping anytime soon.”

sae itoshi

The dim light flickered overhead, casting shadows that danced across the walls as you stood in the small, cramped room. The air was heavy, thick with the scent of musk and an underlying tension that crackled like static electricity. Sae leaned against the doorframe, a predatory glint in his eye, his posture relaxed yet commanding while still managing to keep his cold expression.

“Look at you,” he drawled, a smirk curling his lips. “All dressed up and ready to serve. Makes it so easy for me, doesn’t it?”

Your heart raced at his words, the way he dissected you with his gaze, stripping away any pretense. You forced yourself to maintain a neutral expression, even as a rush of heat crept up your neck. You were here to help him, to ease his frustrations, but the way he treated you sent shivers down your spine—both thrilling and humiliating.

"Just remember,” he continued, stepping closer, his presence enveloping you like a warm, heavy blanket. “You’re nothing more than a warm body to me. A distraction. Don’t get any grand ideas.”His voice was low, dripping with disdain, yet there was something intoxicating about the way he spoke. Each word felt like a challenge, igniting a fire deep within you that you dared not acknowledge. You swallowed hard, the knot in your stomach twisting with a mix of embarrassment and an inexplicable thrill.

“Let’s get on with it,” he said, his eyes narrowing as he reached out, fingers brushing against your arm. The contact sent a jolt through you, and you fought the urge to lean into him. “I have needs, and you’re here to fulfill them. Don’t forget your place.”

You shivered at his tone, a part of you reveling in the degradation, even as you clung to the mask of indifference. “I’m not just a toy,” you whispered, your voice barely above a murmur. The defiance felt like a small rebellion against the constraints he imposed.

Sae chuckled darkly, the sound sending a thrill of unease and excitement through you. “Oh, sweetheart, that’s exactly what you are. And you love it, don’t you? The way I make you feel small and insignificant?”

You clenched your fists at your sides, fighting the urge to betray the secret pleasure his words ignited within you. “I’m not here for your amusement,” you said, though the tremor in your voice betrayed you.

“Keep telling yourself that,” he replied with an unimpressed expression, stepping even closer, his breath warm against your skin. The heat radiated from him, enveloping you in a dizzying haze. “But we both know the truth,” he stated, quickly wrapping his fingers around your throat.

@camhubby_ru has uploaded a new audio — tagged: [m4f] [praise kink] [established relationship] [mdom] [fsub] [missionary] [creampie] [real fucking sounds] [real kissing sounds] [05:36] 

“Shush angel, this is a solo video ‘member?” Satoru chuckles as he thrusts harder into your wet pussy. “Gonna start the audio now quiet, okay?” He raises an eyebrow at you. 

You bite your lip and nod from your place on the fluffy pillow. Satoru stops his thrusting and opens his audio app. He holds the phone close to his mouth and presses record. 

“Mm,” He throws his head back and thrusts into you. You bite your lip harder, trying your hardest not to make a sound. “Feel so fuckin’ good—oh fuck, hmm.” He groans into his phone, lifting a hand to your thigh. He raises it over his hip while he moans and groans into the mic, singling you to wrap your legs around him. 

You dig your heels into his ass and throw your head back when he hits a particular spot.  

“What a dirty girl hmm? Look at that pretty pussy, feels so good. Mmm—uh—fuck!” He groans, thrusting into your harder as he puts on a show for his audience. You gasp quietly, unable to help yourself. You hope the app’s microphone doesn’t pick up on that, instead focusing on Satoru’s dirty words and the sound of your squelching pussy.  

Satoru’s grunts into his phone as he stares down at your pussy, pressing his palm down onto your tummy. You have to push your face into the pillow to stop yourself from squealing.  

“Gonna make this pretty pussy cum, want that dirty girl? Wanna come on my cock?” Satoru asks his feature audience. You thank the pillow your face is stuffed in because you almost answered him yourself. This is why you don’t record these audios with him…you were just so horny when you can home from a long day of work. You knew your husband was recording today but you wanted him. Those girls who subscribe and listen to him could wait.  He was your husband, and he was gonna fuck you after a long day.  

“Oh yeah?” He chuckles thrusting harder. “Mmm—gimme a kiss first, c’mere,” Satoru leans down, grips your chin to force your face out of this pillow. He smiles down at your fucked out expression before sweetly kissing your pouty lips. You kiss back, mentally patting yourself on the back for not moaning into the kiss. You and Satoru make out for several seconds, the microphone catching every sound. 

“Such a good girl, want you so cum on my cock now, okay?” He reaches down to rub your clit. You arch off the bed, a tell sign that you’re almost there. Satoru rubs your clit harder, thrusting into you at an overwhelming pace. You throw yourself into the pillow as you come hard on his cock.  

“Fuck yes—hmm so fucking tight baby, fuck m’gonna come!” He groans, almost losing his grip on the phone as he comes in you from the force of your orgasm. “ghh—baby, baby, s’good—need more of this pretty pussy. You gonna let me eat me cum out of you huh?”

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.

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“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. 

A/N: the big brother drabble i promised u guys <3

Big Brother Au Masterlist

"No, no, no. No. This is not how this works." You hear Sukuna complain as he walks into the living room and assesses the situation. He had just got off work, was fresh out of the shower, and was planning on cuddling (of course, he would never use that term) with you on the couch for awhile. A good way to decompress as he complains about all of his useless coworkers while you hum and pet his hair.

But, alas, you seem to be preoccupied with a certain 40 pound toddler nuzzled up a little too comfortabley on top of you. Your hands were running up and down Yuujis hair, petting the boy while he drools onto your chest. His soft snores fill the room and you have to keep the tv volume on low so that you dont wake him.

The boy was where Sukuna was supposed to be laying. So he walks up to the two of you, and before you can even process what he is doing, Yuuji is dangling in the air by the back of his sweatshirt. You begin to protest when the warmth of the child is being taken away, but Sukuna just places the boy by your side, before setting his own head in your lap, and curling up on the couch.

Everything was too quick for you to process and before you know it, Sukuna had forced your hand into his hair, hoping that you would pet him as you did to Yuuji.

Said boy was slowly waking up from the movements, and you cringe knowing how fussy he gets when he is woken up from his nap. Sukuna definitely knows this too, so you spare him a unamused glance. "What is wrong with you? Did you really need to move him?"

Sukuna blinks up at you, furrowing his eyebrows for a moment, before shutting them again, unbothered. "You are my girlfriend. I get priority of where I get to lay. 's not my fault the brat took my spot."

Yuuji rubs at his eyes, grabbing onto your arm as he looks at his brother. "Kuna?"

Sukuna hums, but doesn't respond. Yuuji then gently grabs onto the elders pink hair and lets out a small tired whine. "Was there first, Kuna."

"Dont care. Go to your crib if you want to sleep." His face was buried in your stomach, and he lets out a deep sigh as if to almost rub it in the childs face.

"Sukuna, you know he doesnt sleep in the crib anymore." You turn to Yuuji, pressing a kiss to his temple. "You are a big boy now, huh?"

The boy seems to wag his tail at the words, nodding his head and pressing his face into your side. "Y/N, can we cuddle again? 'm sleepy..."

Sukuna doesnt wait for your response before he says, "Im not moving."

You sigh at him and Yuuji begins to pull on Sukunas hair — his sleepiness turning into displeasure very quickly. "Kunaaaaa. Meanie, meanie, meanie!"

"Sukuna..."

He blinks at the boy whose lips was beginnig to wobble, and pulls the tiny hand off of him. "Dont get pouty on me. Get your own girlfriend to lay on, she's mine."

You raise your eyebrows at the exchange, but Yuuji's face shifts from nearly being about to cry to anger. Only recently has Yuuji been putting up a fight against Sukuna's teasing, and it was always endearing to watch. "She's mine!"

A smile tugs at your lips and you let out an exasperated laugh, amused by the boy's words. "Oh?"

Sukuna's head wips toward the kid, glancing at the face that was seconds away from having a temper tantrum. "In your dreams, little pest. 'sides, she likes me more than you." He wraps your arms around your waist, grinning at the boy.

You open your mouth to respond to the ridiculous claim, but Yuuji grabs your arm and wraps it around his body, trapping himself between your side and arm. "Nuh-uh! She told me I am her favorite boy!"

Sukuna leans forward and pinches the child's nose, pulling a whine of complaint from Yuuji. "Favorite boy. I am a man not a boy. And her overall favorite person. Nice try."

The boy lets out a noise of displeasure, and you couldnt help but compare the sound to a growl of a tiger cub. Tears threaten to fall from his face, and he shakes his head. "Thats not true!"

"It is. Sorry to burst your bubble, brat."

Yuuji whines out your name and gives you a teary, puppy dog like look. You ruffle his hair, and shake your head, reassuring him. "You know thats not true. You gotta stop listening to your brother. I love you both equally."

This time Sukuna lets out his own whine of your name, and you laugh. "You two are so dramatic," you sigh, before a grin pulls at your lips. "Besides, neither of you are my favorite."

In record time, Sukuna is sitting up from your lap, staring at you with a deep frown. Yuuji holds onto you tighter, shaking his head and whining into your clothes.

"Spit it out already," Sukuna growls, glaring at you.

"Its not F-Fush-i-guro, right, Y/N?" the boy whispers, thinking about what Sukuna had said earlier to him. He was sure to cry in record time if that was true.

But, you just shake your head, and then spare both of them a wicked grin. "Its Choso of course!"

The two of them pause for a moment, looking at eachother and thinking about their older brother. They seem to have the same opinion on the matter, and they held nearly identical frowns.

"Thats not funny!"

"Y/NNNNN!"

@camhubby_ru has uploaded a new audio — tagged: [m4f] [praise kink] [established relationship] [mdom] [fsub] [missionary] [creampie] [real fucking sounds] [real kissing sounds] [05:36] 

“Shush angel, this is a solo video ‘member?” Satoru chuckles as he thrusts harder into your wet pussy. “Gonna start the audio now quiet, okay?” He raises an eyebrow at you. 

You bite your lip and nod from your place on the fluffy pillow. Satoru stops his thrusting and opens his audio app. He holds the phone close to his mouth and presses record. 

“Mm,” He throws his head back and thrusts into you. You bite your lip harder, trying your hardest not to make a sound. “Feel so fuckin’ good—oh fuck, hmm.” He groans into his phone, lifting a hand to your thigh. He raises it over his hip while he moans and groans into the mic, singling you to wrap your legs around him. 

You dig your heels into his ass and throw your head back when he hits a particular spot.  

“What a dirty girl hmm? Look at that pretty pussy, feels so good. Mmm—uh—fuck!” He groans, thrusting into your harder as he puts on a show for his audience. You gasp quietly, unable to help yourself. You hope the app’s microphone doesn’t pick up on that, instead focusing on Satoru’s dirty words and the sound of your squelching pussy.  

Satoru’s grunts into his phone as he stares down at your pussy, pressing his palm down onto your tummy. You have to push your face into the pillow to stop yourself from squealing.  

“Gonna make this pretty pussy cum, want that dirty girl? Wanna come on my cock?” Satoru asks his feature audience. You thank the pillow your face is stuffed in because you almost answered him yourself. This is why you don’t record these audios with him…you were just so horny when you can home from a long day of work. You knew your husband was recording today but you wanted him. Those girls who subscribe and listen to him could wait.  He was your husband, and he was gonna fuck you after a long day.  

“Oh yeah?” He chuckles thrusting harder. “Mmm—gimme a kiss first, c’mere,” Satoru leans down, grips your chin to force your face out of this pillow. He smiles down at your fucked out expression before sweetly kissing your pouty lips. You kiss back, mentally patting yourself on the back for not moaning into the kiss. You and Satoru make out for several seconds, the microphone catching every sound. 

“Such a good girl, want you so cum on my cock now, okay?” He reaches down to rub your clit. You arch off the bed, a tell sign that you’re almost there. Satoru rubs your clit harder, thrusting into you at an overwhelming pace. You throw yourself into the pillow as you come hard on his cock.  

“Fuck yes—hmm so fucking tight baby, fuck m’gonna come!” He groans, almost losing his grip on the phone as he comes in you from the force of your orgasm. “ghh—baby, baby, s’good—need more of this pretty pussy. You gonna let me eat me cum out of you huh?”

NSFW RECOM MANSK HEADCANONS pt 1

This is 100% inspired by the anon who asked, you know who you are <3

I don't want to fit everything into one post so i'll be splitting the hcs up into multiple posts

Pairing: Mansk x reader. Recom/human/fem/masc

Warnings: nsfw, light praise/degrading, teasing, spit, scenting talk, hand talk?, not proof read,

my requests are open!!

Gonna start this off strong by saying, no matter who you are, male/female/trans/human/Na’vi, Mansk will treat you RIGHT in and out of bed.

His default is praise - “look at you, sweet thing, taking me so well”

He’ll degrade you if you want him too tho, if it gets you going and you both have a talk about what’s okay and what’s not, he’ll be down - “Shit, all I’ve done is touch you, and you’re already shaking… what a needy whore”

Don’t expect him to hit/smack you. He’d be okay with your ass/thighs, but nowhere else.

He likes to caress/stroke/pet/kiss more. He’s good with his hands and he wants to make sure you know that.

Mansk loves it when you get so wound up by his touch that you’re at a loss for words, just staring at him with big glossy eyes, silently begging for more

He usually doesn’t ask what you want to tease you, more so for consent/confirmation that you want more/to know what exactly what you want.

He still teases you when he finds it fits - “Does my baby need me that bad? That they can’t help but whine about it?”

Hearing your voice is amazing in general, but when it’s filled with want and desperation all for him??? He goes nuts over it.

Ask him to do things/touch you places/say something with a whine or all breathy like, he’ll do it in an instant

As stated, he likes your voice, he could listen to hours on end and never get tired of it - “Come on beautiful, you gotta ask me to do it, you can do that for me, can’t you?” - his own voice will sound all desperate like too

If you tell him you like his voice in bed?? Good luck getting him to shut up. He isn’t very vocal outside of your shared space, as he doesn’t feel the need to talk, but when he’s alone with you, he won’t stop. - “What? Are my words too much for you darlin’? I know you don’t want me to stop, the heat between your legs tells me that”

Mansk would probably get hard if you did anything with his hand yourself.

If you licked a little bit of sauce/frosting off of his thumb in public he’d just sit there for a few moments, dumbfounded, before his tail starts swaying. He’d lean over to you and whisper “I think I’d do anything to see my fingers coated in your spit right now… or your… you know” he’d trail off before stating the obvious just to mess with you before sitting back up in his seat, pretending like he said nothing at all as he continues on with his lunch.

Later that night his fingers were in fact coated with your spit and c*m. He’d clean them off with his mouth too, he has no shame in it. Your his, he likes the taste of you, so why not? He likes to have you watch him do it too, just to prove to you how much he likes how you taste.

Mansk would be so messy with so much-

He likes seeing you messy

Sloppy make outs? Yup. Sloppy BJs (both ways)? Absolutely. Eating you out so his whole mouth/jaw is shiny when he pulls away? You know it.

Speaking of, Mansk has NO problems with oral, none whatsoever. You want to suck him off? Cool! Great! You want him to suck you off/eat you out? He’s on his knees/you’re on his face in an instant!

No matter what position y’all are in, Mansk will be grabbing at you in someway/shape/or form.

Like if you’re giving him head one of his hands is settling on the back of your head. He won’t force you down, he just likes that extra contact. If he has you in missionary, his hands are on your thighs etcetc

he'd probably leave bruises too, sometimes on purpose, sometimes not.

if you're human, he tries a lot more to not grip/squeeze you as hard as he would as he hates the idea of genuinely hurting you.

I see Mansk being in the dominate position more

he’d love to be in control, like he'd love to have you in his lap while you’re squirming and panting all because of his fingers/hands.

But at the same time he wouldn’t mind it if you kept his face in between your legs and used him that way, the feeling of your thighs squeezing his face/head while you tell him he ain't going anywhere is everything. but I don’t think he’ll do any begging/submitting in other ways. (Feel free to request stuff with him subbing tho, I’d like to see y’all’s ideas)

I totally stole this idea from someone else (@xandy-toady go read what they wrote, it's gonna be so much better/detailed), but Mansk would 100% be into scenting

He’d only want you to smell like you, or him, nothing else.

If he smelt any other recom on you, he’d get a little pissy

Little might be an understatement, because as soon as you both have free time he’s fixing that. You’ll reek of him after, it definitely wouldn’t go unnoticed by the other recoms so be prepared for teasing/jokes about it.

If you're Na'vi as well, you'd never escape his scent