Birthday Boy Number Two!!

what a great way to end the night *explodes*

Possessive

Masterlist here

Word Count: 1,900+

Synopsis: Rob Lucci was obsessed with you the moment the inner beast caught your scent in Galley-La. Now all alone after trailing you for a month, he finally manages to catch you and make his desires known.

Themes: yandere!rob lucci x gn!reader, yandere, dub con, mentions of beast (leopard), half-shifted lucci, feral lucci, hunting, tracking, nudity mentioned (reader and lucci), kisses, confessions of love, biting, licking, marking, leaning into a little bit of monster-loving, sfw - no smut, I think hybrid au? Hybrid nature, mentions of 'mate'.

Edit: shifter Rob Lucci, not hybrid 🖤. Thank you anon!

Notes: Yandere Rob Lucci has been on my mind lately. He needed to get out.

Tag list: @gingernut1314 @since-im-already-here @writingmysanity @indydonuts @feral-artistry @sordidmusings @mfreedomstuff @daydreamer-in-training @i-am-vita @sunflowersatori @extremely-ashtridic

His eyes snapped shut as a deep shudder coursed through his body, tingles shooting sparks of ignition down his spine and up to his head. He parted his lips and inhaled a sharp, hissed breath as his canines extended, his eyes reopening and slitted pupils expanded to eclipse his irises with a feral animosity. Your sweet scent swelled his heart, his lungs ignited as his blood began to pump at the thought of the hunt recommencing. 

It had been months of withholding you from his thoughts, pushing his urges for you down as he focussed on his missions and orders granted to him from Cipher Pol. After finally being granted a small reprieve between assignments, he allowed himself the luxury of beginning his pursuit of your trail once more. 

He left Hattori behind at his base, truly not desiring the pigeon to witness his carnal desires overcome his usual stoic and cold nature. Never truly giving into his Zoan Devil-Fruit, he usually has the beast lingering and lurking beneath the surface. In truth, he had never truly desired to give in to the animal nature, desiring to remain cool and level headed in his ruthless brutality.

Until that one time your sweet scent shot through his nose and ignited his feral need to state a claim for another being. 

Meeting you and the rest of your crew at Galley-La, he was struck by your appearance and that gentle laugh you offered the sniper, Usopp, when he recounted a tale of his youth at Syrup Village. Everything seemed to slow in motion, his heavy breathing and dilated pupils were the only sounds within the crowd as he lay struck and fixated on every movement. 

He was struck dumb by your laugh, the smile held him hostage as it softly spread up your lips and painted your cheeks with your joy. It almost made him wish to fling his plans of betrayal to the wind and sink his claws and teeth into you and hold you close. His needs tugged at his heart, his instincts and animalistic nature keening and screaming at him to give in and claim you as his. Closing his eyes, he inhaled deeply and committed your fragrance to memory.

The taste of your skin on the wind propelled him to drive harder, push his body further, and fully give in to his cravings for you as he felt his skin shift and split to make way for fur and claws. Rolling his shoulders back, the muscles compacted first before straining to enlarge with his beastial form. 

His legs picked up as the wind brushed past his face with quickened pace. Each stride had his blood boiling, his heart soaring at the knowledge that you were getting closer and closer with each feral leap and spring he made. Another factor he took into consideration was ensuring you were far enough from your crew to not call for help. The scent of the Straw-Hats were no longer lingering near you, and he was desperate in wanting to claim you as his all alone.

Slowing to a soft prowl, his eyes finally met with your form. Stooping low, you filled up several cantinas of river water and placed them within a wicker basket to return to your crew. He inhaled deeply to catch your sweet scent on the wind, his purred growl exiting his lips with a lengthy exhale to process it. 

Head snapping upwards, you attempt to locate the source of the guttural sound. The small twitch has Lucci’s stomach coil tightly and jaw falling slack at the sight. You were just a meek little thing. So defenseless and unprotected. 

As you return to your duties of filling up the final cantina for your crew, he watches as you take a moment to look around for any danger before stripping yourself down to your undergarments and retracting your towel from the basket beneath the water containers. His breath hitches as you strip yourself bare and slip into the reeds, all exposed for him and relaxed beneath the sun. 

Laying flat on your back and remaining buoyant and floating in the freshwater, he remained helpless and observant in knowing you had stretched far from his reach at this moment. His devil-fruit had claimed his ability to swim, but his need and desire for you only grew the moment your warm flesh lay bare before him. 

He made himself small, lowering himself to the ground and his claws dug into the ground the longer you eluded him. If you would venture closer to the bay, he could easily capture you in his clutches and tug you away from the shore. 

Lucci was a patient man, his work undercover in Galley-La for five long years was a sentiment to his persistence and perseverance. His body began to slowly rock from side to side, pacing as his muscular shoulders rolled with each crouched motion as he lay fixed on your form. Nothing could break him away from this concentration, you were the only thought occupying his mind. 

The moment your hand brushes with the side of the floral riverbank, Lucci pounces. His half-shifted body springs forward, capturing you from the water and tugging you towards the ground cover of underbush. His hand finds your lips, clapping his palm over them to stifle your muffled scream. 

The panic is written on your face as Lucci cages you beneath him, ensuring your legs remain well hidden in the shrubbery by tucking them beneath his thighs and wrapping his patchy tail around them. His dangerous, golden eyes beam down at you, his canines extended and his muzzle-like jowls pull back to reveal his pointed teeth to you. 

Fear tainted your scent, the air tasting bitter and tart mixing with your natural sweetness the longer his beastial form pinned you beneath him. He could see in your eyes, and feel the vibrations of your whimper beneath his palm, that you expected to die at this very moment. He leaned down further, hovering his open mouth over your jugular and feeling your throat gulp back and stifle your shock. 

Clamping your eyes shut, all of your thoughts are on your crew. You were foolish to assume you could ever have a moment of peace while traveling with the Straw-Hats. Thinking you could indulge in your desires for a short dip in a warm ravine, you truly had no idea that your day would end like this. 

The sworn enemy of your captain, a dangerous Zoan-Fruit user taking shape in his leopard half-shifted form and caging you beneath him. His breath felt hot on your neck, and his teeth threatened to puncture the skin and claim your life as his trophy. As you prepared yourself for your final moments alive, you furrowed your brows and reopened your shocked eyes.

A coarse tongue lolled out and grazed your throat with a slow and deliberate flicker. You gulp back your shock as another intentional stripe was made against your pulse, his teeth now nuzzling you with his snout and huffing your flesh like an addictive fragrance. Your body shook in shock as he pressed more of his body against yours, his radiant heat keeping you warm as he licked off the dewed droplets of water from your skin. 

The clawed hand began to caress your cheeks beneath his grip on your lips, his tongue and teeth continuing to grind against your pulse and taste your flesh. Your body responded to him by arching your back and betraying any thoughts of attacking him as he savored your flavor with a purred hum. You bit back a gasp as his teeth begin to mouth at the sensitive point beneath your ear, gently biting and marking you as you lay captured beneath him.

“Finally alone,” he purred against your skin, nuzzling his muzzle against your skin, “Finally within my clutches.” He licked a long stripe up to your chin and flicked his coarse tongue over it. You shudder, shivering as you unintentionally hide your body beneath the warmth of his larger frame. You round your eyes, looking up at his face as he hovers over your own. 

His eyes hold a possessive and captivating aura within them, your breath stolen from you as his human form begins to return to his features. His eyes remain slitted and blown with desire, but his body falls back to the form you are more familiar with. Slowly removing his hand from your lips, his gaze focuses on the way they part and gasp for air beneath him. Each soft inhale had a whimpered exhale, your fear still evident in your face as his bare skin warms your own beneath him. 

“If you are going to kill me, kill me, Rob Lucci,” you whisper, darting your eyes between his and hardening your resolve. His chest rumbles with a growling purr as he rests his elbows by your chest and slowly slots his arms beneath your shoulder blades. 

“Kill you?” he whispers, hovering his lips over yours and breathing in your air, “Whatever drew you to that conclusion?” He captured your lips beneath his in an open and possessive kiss, stealing a moan from you as he pressed his body flush with yours. The scrape from his cropped beard over your chin tickled against your flesh as he parted his lips and hummed into yours. 

Blinking back your shock, you apprehensively hook your arms over his shoulders and hold him against you as you return the desperate and feverish kiss with a sweetness and timidity he was not expecting. The softer you returned his kiss, the more brutal he pressed his lips and tongue into you. If you attempted to retract from his lips, he simply arched his back down into you and pressed his entire mass flush against you. 

The fact that you were both naked beneath the foliage cover had you feeling more anxious and concerned about being found. For Lucci, it felt as natural to him as sitting in the sun and enjoying it's warmth.

He enjoyed your touch so much so that it came to him like a breathy release of built up tension. His lips continued to mouth at you, his tongue caressing and grinding against yours as he claimed your desires and ignited his own desperation with each motion. 

Finally pulling away from your lips, his eyes grew half-lidded and blown as he looked to the saliva connecting your parted lips to his with lust written in his blown pupils. He shuddered out a low and powerful groan as he looked to where his lips, tongue and teeth marked over your neck while in his beastial form. 

“Mine,” he uttered darkly, slowly pressing his lips against your neck and holding them firmly against your skin, “Only mine.” You gulped, blinking back your shock as he continued to ravish you beneath the shrubbery. His lips felt desperate and warm, his voice now chirping and chittering as he happily lapped at your bruising and made them deeper in hue and rise higher in swollen texture. 

The beast within him was chanting a single word alongside your name with glee, enjoying how your arms continue to hold him against you softly. Purring against you, he finally vocalized the word with a possessive growl against your skin.

“My mate,” he breathed out through his nose, lips continuing to press against your pulse as you freeze up beneath him, “All Zoan-Fruit users have one, and you?” he pulled away, hovering his face over yours with his eyes darkening, “Oh you, sweet thing.” 

Nuzzling his nose against yours, he cooed and purred down at you while his eyes remained feral and possessive. Your own eyes widened as he uttered two words that would change your fate forever. The two words that had you screaming internally to flee and return to your captain, but your heart swelling and yearning to make those words true. He spoke them with such sincerity, you almost swooned at his immediacy. 

“You’re mine.” 

guys i did it i did the thing

Ushijima frowned at the two men crowding the redhead, faces leering. That just wouldn’t do. He walked over to the bar, not quite sure exactly how to approach the situation, but letting his instincts guide him as much as they could in their inexperience. He stepped up to the back of the barstool and slid a hand onto the redhead’s shoulder to give him a gentle squeeze. “I apologize for being late, I hope I didn’t keep you waiting too long.” / In which Atsumu assumes Ushijima is straight, Ushijima assumes that Tendou is his date, and Tendou assumes the big handsome man who comes to his rescue pretending to be his date is just helping get the drunk idiots away from him.

you can read it here on my ao3

<3

hear me out

Ushijima goes to the bar for a blind date set up by Atsumu, and assumes the pretty red-head he sees is his date. Tendou, who was a bit sad about being stood up and then annoyed by the strangers giving him unwanted attention, assumes that the big handsome man who comes to his rescue claiming to be his date is just pretending so that the drunk idiots will get out of his hair.

shenanigans ensue so that ushijima thinks its a normal date and tendou thinks this charming sweet himbo is just making pleasant conversation

should i write this? i feel like i should write this

“We’re best friends” Tendou says as he smiles and takes a seat on Ushijima’s bunk. He’s brought some manga and some snacks and it’s the first time Ushijima hasn't felt lonely in his entire life.

“We’re best friends” Tendou says when one of the older starters asks if they’re friends one day at practice. The starting line has just been picked and Ushijima likes knowing Tendou will be right there with him as they take on the competition.

“We’re best friends” Tendou says as they cool down after the loss against Karasuno. Ushijima will continue volleyball and Tendou will not, but this is the promise that their diverging paths will not change their relationship.  

“We’re best friends” Tendou says at the airport. He’s still cheerful even if his eyes are tearing up. Ushijima knows he has to go to France to chase his dream, but wishes more than anything that he could stay.

“We’re best friends” Tendou says over the phone after he tells Ushijima what he needs to do to succeed. Ushijima trusts Tendou’s  thoughts as if they were his own.

“We’re best friends” Tendou says when they bring Ushijima on as a guest for his documentary. He says it too, because they are and because he’s so proud of Tendou, but lately it’s starting to feel a bit different.

“We’re best friends” Tendou says in reassurance after Ushijima kisses him and then wonders out loud if they’ll be able to temporarily handle a long distance relationship. It makes him feel warm and sticky inside and he wonders if Tendou's hands on his face are making him melt like chocolate.

“We’re best friends” Tendou says after being asked by a reporter about the engagement announcement. He’s right. They are best friends first, teammates, supporters, lovers, now fiancés.

“We’re best friends” Tendou says drowsily, and Ushijima just smiles and holds his husband closer to him as they both drift off to sleep.

Masterlist - Updated 07/12/2024

I publish pairing fics on ao3 and you can find them here

Haikyuu!

Rich!bf Sakusa (HCs)

Jujutsu Kaisen

Kiss It Better pt. 1 & pt. 2 - You're a nurse at a walk-in clinic, and Sukuna keeps getting in fights and coming to get patched up by you.

One Piece

Sleepyhead (Drabble) - Waking up with your boyfriend, Paulie, on a day he'd much rather sleep in.

Pasodoble (One-shot) - Your boss, Sir Crocodile, requests your presence as his plus one to a gala.

Sleepyhead

Word Count: 400+

Notes: Just really needed soft Paulie in my life so this is short and sweet

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The sound of your alarm woke you from a peaceful sleep. 

Your eyes fluttered open, adjusting to the sunlight streaming in through the crack of the bedroom curtains. You reached over, silencing the alarm and taking a few moments to fully wake. 

With a yawn, you made to get out of bed, but strong arms caught you, pulling you back in. A scruffy chin settled in the crook of your neck.

“Paulie, baby, I have to get up for work,” you said softly, trying to maneuver out of his hold. 

His arms tightened around you. “‘S the weekend, we got the weekend off,” he mumbled groggily.

“It might be the weekend for you, but I still work a half-day today, remember?” You squirmed a bit, your efforts futile against your boyfriend’s arms. “After today I have the weekend off. Just need to go to work this morning and I’ll be back in the afternoon, I promise.”

It felt like Paulie was pulling you further and further into the bed, so you shifted, turning to face the man. Your eyes softened at the sight. 

Paulie’s eyes weren’t even open, his barely conscious self moving mostly on autopilot to try and keep you with him. His blonde hair was messy, and his lips parted slightly, with a bit of drool escaping the corner.

Paulie had never been a morning person, usually needing at least two strong cups of coffee before he was ready for work. Since you usually started before he did, you’d prepare it for him, leaving the first mug steaming on the bedside table for him, and the rest sitting in the coffee pot for when he dragged himself out of bed. You’d always press a kiss to his lips before you left, your lover barely stirring when you did. With both of you being promised some time off, though, it seemed he wanted to make up for all the mornings he hadn’t been able to spend waking up with you.

“Just a few more minutes, angel, then you can go. You’ve got a few more minutes for me, right?” He mumbled, blonde eyelashes fluttering as they desperately fought to open up.

You didn’t have the heart to say no.

“Okay…yeah I can stay for a few more minutes,” you murmured, unable to stop a small smile from growing. 

Paulie bundled you back into his arms, settling with a deep exhale. You felt a warmth in your chest, and suddenly found yourself wishing that you didn’t have to work a half day today. 

If you were smiling and blushing while you ran into work just at the right time, nobody needed to know the reason. You knew you had the next two days to look forward to, with the luxury of lazy mornings with Paulie. 

kiss it better - pt. 2

sukuna x nurse!reader

contents: modern au, f!reader, sukuna is just a guy™️, it's your weekend off but ofc he's gonna bother you, some swearing, innuendos

word count: 2.5K

a/n: people seemed to like the first one so here's part two (which was supposed to be about the same length but I definitely let get away from me), i know i made him ooc at the end there but i really just wanted him to be so whipped its not even funny ((also i apologize for the un-aestheticness of my posts i will try harder in the future 💀))

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You were laying on the couch relaxing when your phone began to ring, the number for your building's intercom system on the screen. It was odd, you weren’t expecting any company until later today, but you shrugged it off and picked up anyway. Maybe it was a package you had forgotten about.

You should have known better. 

“Hello?”

“Hey sweetheart.”

You immediately frowned as Sukuna’s voice came through the speaker, “What do you want?”

“Well I found myself in need of a little TLC and I was nearby, so…think you can patch me up?”

“Why me??” You rubbed your temples to quell the headache you knew was coming, “Can’t you go bother some other nurse?”

“Aww but you’re my favourite.”

There weren’t many options. You knew that if you hung up now he’d just call his twin brother to be let in and still come bother you. Yuji lived a few floors below you with his boyfriend Megumi, coincidentally another nurse. You’d run into Sukuna coming to visit when you were arriving home from a day shift, which unfortunately meant he’d found out where you lived.

You let out a deep sigh, “Fine.”

His reply was cut off by you buzzing him in, effectively dropping the call.

Soon enough there was a knock on the door, and you went over to open it, letting Sukuna smugly saunter into your apartment.

“You do know it’s my weekend off right?”

“Why do you think I’m here and not at the clinic?” he asked, eyes flashing knowingly.

You knew that he knew. Your coworker had texted you last night telling you that the “big sexy broody man with the tattoos” had come in asking for you, and she’d told him you had the weekend off from work. This also meant that he had gotten in a fight last night, and this morning.

“Is it like a sexual thing? Are you a masochist or something?” You wondered aloud as you went over to grab your first aid kit.

You could nearly hear the smirk in Sukuna’s voice when he replied, “I’m not, but if you’re asking after my sexual preferences I’d be happy to give you a few demonstrations.”

“Stop that. I’m just trying to figure out why you’re willingly going out and getting beaten up like every night,” You said, and brought your supplies over to the kitchen counter.

“That’s hurtful,” he came over to lean against the counter next to you, “you think I’m not winning all these fights?”

“Need I remind you that just a month ago I was relocating your shoulder?”

“Just took a hit at the wrong angle sweetheart, besides, like I told you back then, the other guy looked worse than me.”

You shook your head, “Just show me where you’re hurt so I can kick you out and go back to relaxing.”

Sukuna held out his hands for you, which you could see had blood on them - not a rare occurrence - and a few knuckles looked to be split.

“I told you I needed some TLC, so where’s that tender loving?” he crooned with a grin.

You took his hands and examined them, “Right now you’re lucky that I’m even giving you care.”

The injuries were surface level, so you didn’t have to worry about setting any breaks or sprains, and just got straight to cleaning him up.

“So, what does such a pretty nurse do on her weekend off?”

“I have some friends coming over later. We’re all going to get ready and go out to a bar,” you replied as you carefully wiped the dried blood off his hands.

“You don’t sound very excited. Need me to come along and make things more fun for you?”

You could practically hear the leer in his voice, but you chose to ignore it.

“No,” you frowned,” I’m excited…I am. I’m just tired, and going out isn’t really my thing…but we haven’t gone out together in a while because I’m always on night shift, and they really wanted to go…”

Sukuna was staring at you when you looked up at him. You couldn’t pin the expression on his face, but the scrutiny made you blush a bit so you quickly looked back down to his hands. Normally it would have taken a lot less time for you to bandage his injured knuckles, but you needed to make sure that when you were done you didn’t still have a blush on your face.

If he noticed that you were a bit slow today, he either didn’t care or didn’t comment. Knowing Sukuna, it very well could have been both. The man was probably enjoying the extra attention.

“You’re all done,” you said, stepping back once everything was clean and wrapped.

He stood, taking a look at the work and giving you a lazy grin.

“What a good job, see this is why you’re my favourite.”

He suddenly stepped closer, trapping you against the opposite counter. As had become the norm since he’d dislocated his shoulder, he gently took your chin and tilted it up so you were looking at him and leaned in close.

“Thanks sweetheart.”

It still made your heart race every time he did it, but you tried your hardest to compose yourself and slipped out of his reach.

“Alright, alright, now go,” you started pushing him toward the door, “I have a hot date with a couch in about two minutes.”

“Any chance I could get in on that?”

You closed the door in his face, but you could still hear him laughing as he walked away from your apartment.

As you threw yourself on the couch you noticed how warm you felt, and you couldn’t help but think about how nice that broad chest of his would be to lay against.

You groaned and shoved your face into a pillow.

Hours later, you’d luckily shaken off your flustered thoughts, but sadly for you, your mind had other things to worry about.

You clenched a glass of water in your hand as you looked out at the crowd, knowing your friends were somewhere on the dance floor. The outing had been fine at first, but now you were too hot and it was too loud, and there were too many people around.

You needed some space.

There was a small porch in front of the bar, so you decided to step out onto it, hoping the cool night air would do you some good.

Just as you had taken a calming breath, a body slammed into yours and you lost your balance, causing you to tumble to the sidewalk hard. 

You were vaguely aware of two men fighting right next to you, but your brain was still more concerned about the initial sting of hitting concrete.

“Hey knock it off!” You heard a familiar voice shout, bringing things back into focus.

“Can’t you see there’s other people around that might get caught in your shit?! Look what you did to this girl.”

When you looked up, it was to see Sukuna standing between you and the two guys fighting, who had paused to size him up.

“Why the fuck do you think we care?”

Sukuna's only reply was a solid punch to the man’s jaw. The guy went flying to the ground, and the other one figured it was probably best for his health if he left, so he made himself scarce.

“Hey,” you heard Sukuna’s voice, much softer this time.

You looked back over to find him crouching next to you, a hint of concern in his eyes.

“You okay?”

You nodded, and winced when you tried to shakily stand. Your knee was skinned, and some bits of rock and gravel had dug into your palm and forearm, but other than that you were alright. Nevertheless, Sukuna took your good arm and pulled you up.

“Want me to take you home?”

You nodded and he led you to his car. You managed to remember that you should probably let your friends know where you went, so you sent a text telling them you weren’t feeling well and that you were heading back to your apartment. 

Sukuna was quiet on the drive, hands clenching and unclenching on the steering wheel and occasionally glancing over at you. Something was bothering him, that much you could tell, but what it was, you weren’t sure. It didn’t take long to get back to your building, and then Sukuna was walking you up to your unit, keeping a hand close to your back to support you if you needed it.

You turned to him once you reached your door, “Thanks for getting me home, and helping me back there.”

“It was nothing sweetheart, I’m glad nothing else happened.”

“Yeah, anyway I should..probably..” you motioned to your door and moved to push it open.

“You’re not gonna let me come in?”

You froze, “What, why?”

“Because you’re hurt,” he said, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

You gave him a dry look, “I am a nurse you know, I think I can take care of myself.” 

“But you shouldn’t have to.” 

His words caught you off guard. The sincerity, and the way he shoved his hands in his pockets and looked the slightest bit embarrassed.

“You’re always taking care of people…let someone take care of you this time.”

You couldn’t help but stand there in silence for a moment, weighing his words, but something tugged at your heart, and you pushed the door wider so he could come in too.

“Okay. You can come in…I’m just gonna shower first, and wash up. I’ll be out soon,” you said, and headed off to your bathroom. 

You let the hot water sink into your skin as you thought about what Sukuna had said, wondering what it was he was thinking. Once you were out and changed into more comfortable clothes you returned to the kitchen. Sukuna was rummaging around the cabinets and mumbling soft curses, somehow having managed to change into sweats and a t-shirt. 

“First aid kit is top left…where did you get those clothes?”

“I ran down to Yuji’s while you were in the shower,” he said over his shoulder, “Being a twin has its perks.”

He found the first aid kit and pulled it down, turning to give you a smirk.

“Come sit sweetheart,” he patted the counter in front of him.

You padded over and pushed yourself up to sit on the counter and face him. He seemed to be digging through the contents of your first aid kit.

“Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”

He shook his head and tsked at you, “I bring you home and offer to take care of you and this is how you thank me? I’ve been watching you do this for a while now, I think I have some idea of what to do.”  

After pulling out what he needed, he took the arm with the scrapes on it and wiped it, being careful not to press too hard. He wrapped it in gauze, which wasn’t totally necessary as the scrapes weren’t too serious, but you simply let him continue without a word otherwise.

He cleaned the gash on your knee as well, this time picking out a bandaid and gently smoothing it over the spot.

“Almost done,” He said, getting down on his knees in front of you. He was tenderly holding your leg. Ankle in one hand and calf in the other.

“What are you doing?”

“Proving a point” he said softly, and leaned in to press his lips against the bandaid on your knee.

“Maybe you should kiss it better.”

“Why would I do that?”

“A kiss always makes it feel better.”

He looked up at you, “Better?”

You nodded and he rose, standing between your legs and leaning into your space with his hands on either side of you.

“Does it hurt anywhere else?”

His voice was low and gentle, and he was looking at you like you were the most precious thing in the world.

You took a deep breath and pointed to your face. 

Then you were being kissed, soft and sweet, and Sukuna’s hands were cupping your face as if you might break into a thousand pieces if he laid one finger wrong.

Your hands gripped his shirt, tugging him closer and he obliged. His hands slid from your face and down your back until he had them under your thighs and he was tugging you closer. 

“Hold onto me,” he whispered against your lips, and after you wrapped your arms around his neck he picked you up easily and walked over to your couch. 

You leaned into another kiss, letting him sit down on the couch with you in his lap as you gently threaded your hands in his hair. He kept you close, kissing you tenderly until you were both out of breath and had to pull away.

Neither of you went far, not wanting to let the moment die by putting distance between you.

“So…” he murmured after a moment, “you gonna kick me out sweetheart?” His hands were on your waist, thumbs lightly stroking your ribs.

You shook your head as you traced your fingers over his cheekbones, then followed his tattoos down the line of his jaw and to where they were just barely peeking out from the neckline of his shirt. Your eyes blinked slowly, and you began to realize how tired you were.

“Hey,” Sukuna took your chin in his hand and tilted your face to look at him, “you falling asleep on me?”

“No,” you pouted, but of course your body decided that that was the perfect time to yawn.

Sukuna snorted, “Sure. C’mon, it’s bedtime.”

He easily lifted you again, and after prompting you for directions he managed to get you to your bedroom and tuck you in.

“Alright sweetheart, I’ll be on the couch if you need me,” he said, brushing your hair away from your forehead so he could place a kiss there.

Before he could move away your hand reached out and grasped his shirt.

“Stay here.”

“Are you sure? I don’t want to-”

“Noo…don’t go…” You whined and tugged his shirt more, interrupting him.

He sighed and took your hand, pressing a kiss to your palm, “Okay sweetheart, okay. Just let me shower real quick and then I’ll come back, promise.”

You nodded, and he tucked you back in before going off to shower. Even though you were teetering on the edge of sleep, you desperately wanted to stay awake long enough for him to come back.

A few minutes later, he was walking back into the bedroom, turning off the light as he did. He came around to the opposite side of the bed, and you felt it dipping behind you as he got in. A strong, tattooed arm wrapped around your waist and pulled you back against his chest.

Sukuna sighed as you settled in, “You have no idea the things I’d do for you, do you sweetheart?”

He was stroking your cheek, but you were already asleep in his arms, so he simply pressed a kiss to your head, and settled in to sleep himself.

HHHHHHHHH damn damn damn

Do you have any drabbles or HC of Crocodile or Smoker being an “ass” kind of guy or loves grabbing ass?

I have a problem. I say "Drabbles" and "HCs", then suddenly it ends up as a full fic. Smoker is an ass man. I don't make the rules, he just is.

It's A Need

Masterlist here

Word Count: 1,400+

Synopsis: you were caught out of wearing your government official uniform, and your superior noticed. He pulls you into his office to give you a formal reprimand.

Themes: Smoker x reader (written with afab! in mind, but no gendered terms), MDNI, 18+, ass grabbing, ass kissing, ass worship, lingerie mentioned (thong), pet names: doll, established relationship. superior x underling, no smut, just suggestive.

Notes: He's just been on my mind lately, and nothing can stop me writing about him at this stage. Do what makes you happy - Smoker certainly is.

Tag list: @sordidmusings @feral-artistry @since-im-already-here @writingmysanity @indydonuts @gingernut1314 @i-am-vita @carrotsunshine @mfreedomstuff @daydreamer-in-training

The initial invitation into his office with a gruff, barked order had you immediately standing to attention. Following behind him with your head affixed to his back with every step, you remained truly unprepared for what was to come. 

“Strip,” he grunted, sitting on his desk chair in a heavy thud. His knees were parted, his boots laying perpendicular to his desk chair legs. He reclined with a soft cough, looking up at you through his eyelashes with his gaze feeling both menacing, punishing and possessive.

“Excuse me, sir?” you responded, your eyes widening in shock. He reached for his cigars, placing two between his teeth and igniting them with his flintlock lighter. 

“You always question your orders from your superiors?” his growl flew from the reserves in his chest, the crackled exhale of smoke clouding the room with wispy vapors. 

“No, sir,” you retorted, immediately reaching for your jacket and uncinching them from their holes. You place your jacket on the chair by the door, noticing he had locked it behind you both once you entered. 

Your boots were next to follow, placing one after the other beside your uniform jacket with your socks hanging limply over the ankle holes of your shoes. Remaining in your undershirt and pants, you lace your hands behind your back and look up at him. 

“Did I tell you to quit strippin’?” he inhaled a mouthful of cigar smoke, holding it for a moment before exhaling, “I said ‘strip’, not ‘stop’.”

Wincing a little at his words, you unbutton your pants and remove your belt before hoisting the cotton shirt over your head and to the side over your jacket. Just as you hooked your shaking hands in the waistline of your pants, he stopped you. 

“Turn and face the wall,” he commanded, leaning back in his chair, “And then keep going.” You swallowed, nodding your head before turning around and meeting your gaze with the plaster wall in front of you. 

Slowly inching your pants over your ass, you heard an audible click in your superior’s tongue and the shuffle of his seat rolling back behind him. Your pants pooled at your ankles, urging you to step out of them and stand to attention with your hands behind your back. 

Standing with legs parted and shoulders arched back, your undergarments left very little to the imagination and barely shrouded your ass as the material collected itself in the center and hoisted sinfully over your hip bones. 

“Just as I suspected,” his voice called from the other side of the room, the sizzle of his cigars slowly being pressed into his copper ashtray had the room begin to smell of stagnant smoke. “You're not fully dressed in your uniform today. None of that is World Government issued.”

“I can explain, sir,” you manage to stutter out, halting as you hear his boots begin to approach you. 

“Explain why you're wearing a thong in lieu of your uniform?” he snickered, finally approaching you and hovering his form behind your back, “Now, this I gotta hear.”

You inhaled a shaky breath, feeling flustered about standing in practically nothing while your superior examines you. His powerful aura intimidated you, especially knowing he was so close to your body and likely to give you a more formal dressing down the moment you attempt to speak. 

“It was laundry day, sir,” you began, prompting a small ‘mmhm,’ from behind you, baiting you into attempting to explain yourself further, “I lumped mine in a shared basket with some of my barracks’ men, and they got lost in the sorting piles.” 

“They got lost, hm?” his rumbled voice growled at you. You felt his hand gently grasp at your hips, hooking the small piece of material within his index finger and flicking it back at you, “And you thought wearing this, instead of wandering into the uniform office on the first floor and gettin' yourself another couple backups, was a viable solution.”

“I didn't want to disappoint you, sir,” you admit with a small squeak at the flickered material, “I know how you despise tardiness more than you conduct uniform checks. I-...” his hand traveled over your ass and gently grasped it within his splayed fingers, “...I wasn't expecting you'd be looking close enough to notice, sir.”

He hummed behind you, gently drawing up his other hand and caressing your flesh within both of his hands. 

“You think I wouldn't notice how fucking good your ass looks in your uniform, that it?” he gave your ass a light slap, soothing over the sting immediately thereafter with a coarse rub, “Think I wouldn't see how it bounces with every step? How it looks grinding against the fabric?” 

Another heavy slap clapped against your skin, prompting you to suck your lips into your mouth and bite down to stifle the whimper from tumbling over your tongue. 

“Nothing to say for yourself?” he whispered, his lips grinding against your shoulder and threatening to kiss it, “After all these months of seeing each other, you thought I'd let it slide? No fuckin’ way.” 

You keep your eyes firmly fixed on the wall in front of you, gently focussing your breathing while your partner, and superior officer, manhandles you in his office. 

“What do you want me to do about it, sir?” you kept your tone steady, unwavering and attempting to remain as unemotional as you could while he rakes and scrunches his broad hands over your ass. You stifle a moan as he slaps the flesh hard, hearing the rumbled groan falling from his lips at the sight of your exposed flesh jiggling in front of him. 

“I haven’t thought that far ahead, doll,” he whispered beneath his breath, “Legs a little wider for me.” You obeyed, inching your heel and toes to the side and bending a little at the knees, and arching your back. The huffed whisper of, "Fuck, just like that," fell from his lips as he tapped and wiggled your flesh in his hands, prompting you to draw a soft smile up your cheeks. 

“I'm not going to get any work done dressed down like this, sir,” you warn him, still ensuring you use his appropriate title in his office.

“You're not gonna get work done, period,” he growled, the scrape of a chair moving behind you had your smile draw up further as you fought the urge to shake your head. 

He sat on the seat behind you, gently kneading and tugging at the flesh of your ass, his voice growling with soft huffed moans each time he witnessed the flesh jiggle. 

“It’d be easier on the both of us if you just move in with me already,” he growled, reaching down with his face and pressing it to the middle of your lower back. He circled his arm around your thigh, reaching to cup and cradle your body against his face while his other hand groped and cupped your ass cheek.

“While it would make our little trysts more convenient, it would make it harder to accept away missions from headquarters, sir,” you affirmed sternly, prompting him to growl against your skin before pressing a trail of firm kisses down your coccyx and pulling you closer. He took the material of your thong in his teeth, tugging it outwards and watching it snap back against your flesh.

“It would ensure your uniform remains undisturbed and unscattered,” he hummed against your skin, moving his other hand to join the other snaked around your thigh, “And it would also mean I’d get to see your ass as soon as I need to.” 

“As soon as you need to, sir?” you hum back your tease, feeling the way his teeth and lips began to enjoy your ass.

“It’s not a want anymore, doll,” he whispered against your skin, a soft groan in his chest, “It’s a need. Move in with me and let me worship you. I’ll treat you right, just-...” he kissed just above the material of your thong before tugging you down to sit on his lap, “Just move in with me already, or I’ll have no choice but to take you into my office and spank you whenever my craving for you gets too damn much.” 

He pressed his lips against your neck while he dug his hands into your thighs, motioning you to grind your ass against his already swelling cock beneath his uniform pants. 

“Alright, fine,” you whine, already feeling worked up by the way he manhandled you earlier, “I’ll move in with you.” 

“Knew you’d see it my way,” he muffled into your skin, pressing open-mouthed kisses against your neck while grinding his clothed cock between your ass cheeks, “Now let me have you once before you get back to work, alright?” You lulled your head back into his chest, managing to whisper through your desires.

“Aye, sir.”

Okay but listen the girls would be so excited if they happened to see you at say the park or something and Geto is trying to hide how pleased he is too

is the single dad! geto x pre school teacher! reader overdone. or no. are we bored of that. bc i have um. i have thoughts

My Girl

I’m writing this at 1am because I’m feral BUT i digress…

Headcanons for what type of woman Castor and Pollux (because @fanaticsnail said those are their names and yes) would have as a partner

So for Pollux I imagine his girl would absolutely be That Bitch™️ and in the most iconic way. The hair is right, the fit is tight (in uniform if she’s a marine, and casual if she isn’t/is and is on leave). She’s a gossip, a tease, and dishes it out to her man as good as he dishes it out to others. These two are absolute chaos gremlins together. They will show up unannounced to Castor’s place and make a huge mess in the kitchen before he convinces them to not try to cook when they can’t. They end up sipping wine at his dining table while he makes dinner for them all. This woman would be fiercely protective of her loved ones and what they stand for, the type to fight tooth and nail, to claw and scratch and yell to be with her man. I think together they would also be able to find that vulnerability with each other, and in private moments they can enjoy simple things just as much as goofing off and being little shits. Pollux would worship in the way of offering himself up as of to a deity, willing to let her flames consume him in sweet oblivion. Sounds like a pretty sweet deal to him.

Now for Castor, my sweet beloved boy. I apologize for any projecting that might happen here, he has my heart rn. I think he’d be with another marine, and his woman would be the stalwart lover, shouldering burdens with him without question. She’s the type that people say is just like him in public, reserved, collected, maayybeee sometimes there’s a stick up her ass. She sticks to her guns and won’t let people push her around about it though. She has asked Castor on multiple occasions (five) if he wants her to beat up Pollux for making fun of him, and has followed through (once) ((she suplexed him through a table at dinner and Castor just sat there with wide eyes while Pollux’s girl cackled and recorded the whole thing on den den)). Castor would be one hundred percent soft for her, the type to gruffly respond “yes ma’am, of course maam” when she’s trying her hardest to be strong and give commands even if she’s hurting. This man worships the ground she walks on and would do anything for her in such a like sworn knight protector way, not because she’s a woman, because he loves her.

Anyway that’s my inane rambling. Please please please please add more hcs, I crave The Content

This is so adorable GIVE HIM MORE HUGS HES DOING HIS BEST 😭

Ursa Major ₊ ⊹

oikawa tooru x f!reader

"ursa major, or the big bear, is a spiritual symbol of strength and stability. its spiritual meaning relates to finding strength in hard times"

content: reverse hurt/comfort, fluff, established relationship

warnings: some mention of harm, overworking character, i think thats it ?

part of something i'm calling the constellation series <3

Oikawa Tooru never liked to talk about what was bothering him.

You could say he just preferred to take it out while he was training. Oftentimes he’d come home late, muscles aching, palms stinging from pushing himself past his limits. He’d trudge into the bathroom and strip down to shower only to end up thinking so much that his body wouldn’t feel clean at all. His weight was so much heavier with the stress upon his shoulders. No matter how hard he tried, or how much he scrubbed his body down, he couldn’t get rid of the thoughts that plagued his body, mind, and soul. Red streaks would be left from the hot water, and the harsh scrub of the cloth down his arms, legs, and chest.

He’d walk into his room, thinking about his next play. How he would get better and improve, not letting one moment of planning and practicing in his head go to waste. He doesn’t check his phone, rather just sits down at his computer to watch the footage from the day’s earlier matches. It’s a vicious cycle.

— A chime breaks through his thought— it was you, you should’ve been sleeping.

Tooru, did you just get home?

Yes, why?

I’m coming over. Iwaizumi said you left really late tonight and that he had to drag you out of the gym

It’s normal sweetheart, get some rest.

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He knew there was no stopping you when it came to him, your tenacity was second to none. He’s grateful for you, that you’ve lasted this long with him. Past partners have broken up with him due to his dedication to volleyball, angered that he wouldn’t pay attention to them, even though that was furthest from the case.

In all the time you’ve known and loved Oikawa Tooru, he’s been nothing but kind and thoughtful. Quite a loving partner, supportive and affectionate. He was truly a romantic once you got past the superficial flirting and fake smiles.

Loud footsteps echoed in the hall outside Tooru’s room, and swift, fervent knocks sounded at his door.

“Tooru? It’s me, your mum let me inside”

Wordlessly, Tooru got up and shuffled to his door. Upon opening, he was met with your face, laced with concern and worry.

“God, you look so tired”

He shrugged and jerked his head back as a signal to come in. The room was dark, with the only light being the blue harsh light of his computer screen. He plopped down on his mattress, feeling the weight of the day finally catch up with him. He barely registered you sitting down next to him.

“You don’t have to talk Tooru, just let me take care of you”

“Hold me” Tooru whispered

“What was that?” You asked quietly

“Hold me, please” His voice cracked, the last part of his request sounding like a whimper.

You took him into your arms, gently laying down and cradling him, surrounding him with you and your warmth. His shoulders are still tense, so you lay a gentle hand between his shoulder blades and rub. Applying slight pressure on the knots in his back, while your other hand reaches for one of his, clasping it and stroking your thumb on his palm. You coo his name and sweet reassurances in his ear and the warmth becomes overwhelming, traveling to his eyes and face, the familiar feeling of tears creeping up on him. You could feel his body shake and his breathing become erratic and shallow. 

“Tooru?”

No response, just the short breaths and quiet sobs coming from the boy on your chest. You could feel his warm tears stain your sweater. You continue your ministrations, letting him release all his pent up emotions. All he can choke out are two words.

“Don’t leave”

“Shh, shh, I won’t leave. I’m always going to be here for you”

“Promise me”

“I promise”

Tooru clutches you tight with no intention of letting you go, afraid you’ll disappear. You move your hand to his chestnut hair, stroking the soft locks and letting him know you’re still with him. The night grows older, and Tooru’s grip gets softer as his harsh sobs turn into deep sleeping breaths. Your heart settles down to an even tempo, matching with your beloved’s.

The stars shine down kindly on the two young lovers tonight, granting them an easy sleep, and for Tooru, a peaceful mind.

a/n: thank you for reading this far if you did !! this is my first time ever writing an x reader fic, so bear with me if my writing and formatting isn't the best. oikawa is a huge comfort character for me, and i wish i could reach through the screen and give him a hug < 33

credits to: @animatedglittergraphics-n-more for the blue dividers, unfortunately i do not remember where i got the images :(