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this reminded me of your gamer rafe fic

nsfw audio // game over fic

PAUSEEEEEEE !!!!!!!!!!! oh my fucking god?????? anon first of all thank you for reading my fic eeek and thank you for sending me this!!!!!!!! im literally twirling my hair and kicking my feet while listening to that audio omfg where did you find it i need to know

“look, i’ll still move my character with my left hand, so they think i’m still doing something, and with my right… i can put it in between your legs.” good fucking bye

UPDATE: HDSHDJD HE WASNT MUTED THIS ENTIRE TIME ????

another update: im done and oh my god anon what have you done to me i am sweating djsjdjdj also this is exactly my fic omg !!!!!! thank u for sending this to me ily

Dirty Lil’ Secrets!

Synopsis. They all have their habits in bed - some so filthy you can’t help but keep them your dirty little secret.

Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, size differences, bréeding, mating press, oral (female receiving), vibrators, manhandling, marking, jealousy (Choso’s side), praise, degradation, exhibitionism, fíngering, semi-public, cúmplay, some HEINOUS things, pet names, swearing.

Word count. 4.8k

A/N. This came to me while watching Pink Panther, I think I should watch Pink Panther more often.

♡ TOJI FUSHIGURO - Take it or he makes you

Now, Toji knows he’s got a big dick - huge, even. And to him it doesn’t make a difference - either you take his fat cock like the good lil’ slut you are, or he shoves it in your snug cunt and watches you gasp so deliciously around him, eyes watering, swollen lips dropping into a pretty little oh! 

“Ah- hngh daddy s’too big. I don’t think-”

“You will, pretty girl.” he chuckles darkly, leaning down till his breath is hot against your ear. “Because I’ll make it fit.”

Okay, maybe he lied - maybe it really does make a difference. Because right now, with you already so cockdrunk as he bullied his furiously leaking tip into your sloppy hole - Toji doesn’t think he’s ever been harder.

“Are- are you at least hngh- halfway in, daddy?” he hears you whimper. Cock twitching so animalistically inside you at the way your voice cracks so adorably at the end, tinged with desperation. 

Toji can’t help but huff out a laugh, brows furrowed, greedy gaze stuck on the obscene way your pretty lips struggle to take him in. Pussy spread open so shamefully for him, quivering and leaking so sinfully onto the sheets below. 

“Nope.” he hums, popping the p, reaching down to lick a long, languid stripe up the delicate tear streaming down your cheek.

God, he has to fight down some feral, animalistic part of him that wants to just plunge his throbbing cock into you till his heavy balls smack your ass. But no - not yet. What’s the fun if he can’t see you struggle a bit more?

Instead pushing in shallow, determined little thrusts to fit inside your tight pussy. Each one has his prominent veins pulsing angrily against your walls, hitting that one spot just right. A maddening bump! bump! bump! you were losing your mind to. 

Stretching you to your limits. You could almost feel his achingly hard tip hitting your cervix already.

Full. So full - and he wasn’t even halfway in. 

Feral grunts leave him at the way you moan breathlessly at each motion, scrambling to grab onto the headboard, the sheets, him - just anything to ground you to your sanity as you’re split apart on his achingly hard cock.

Ah, how he loved this little song and dance. A few tears, a few whines - his lil’ slut pretending like you couldn’t take it all - as if your walls aren’t sucking him in so obscenely, hips bucking up mindlessly for more. He loves your cute lil’ mewls when you can’t decide between wanting to run away or milk the soul out of him. 

“Now now,” Toji tuts, looping two muscled arms around your waist so you can’t escape. Tight, grip almost bruising. 

You let out a delirious squeal as he pulls you down down down - onto his thick cock. Plush walls taking him in greedily inch by fucking inch. Hungry for more.

He knew his pretty girl could do it - you always do. 

“Don’t think you can run away from me, doll.” he groans over your pathetic little yelps of “Ah! Too- too big, daddy! Gonna break-”

“Then break f’me.”

And with that, Toji’s had enough of playing nice - ramming in the rest of his length in one, harsh thrust. Not stopping till he’s buried in your dripping cunt all the way to the hilt. 

A low hiss leaves him as his abs rub your skin, twitching balls finally smacking against your ass. Finally taking all of him.

Finally bottoming out. Ah, this is what he’s wanted for s’long - teasing himself just as much as you.

“Oh! Oh my- ah, fuck. Want it- need it s’bad. Please- ngh-” you mewl, hips bucking wildly. Too cock-drunk on the way the tufts hair at his toned pelvis scratch against your throbbing clit to even form proper sentences. God, you think you could almost cum just from the feeling of being so overwhelmingly full of him.

“Feel me in you, pretty girl?” he rumbles, low and dangerous. “Feel me right…” he trails a long finger in between the valley of your breasts. Featherlight touch dancing down, down, down to your navel, pressing hard onto your stomach, “...there.” 

You gasp at the pressure, breath catching in your throat at the dangerous smirk curling his lips as he begins to pull out inch by inch - agonizingly slow. Getting ready to fucking ruin you.  Because boy does it stroke his ego to see you absolutely wrecked by his huge cock, struggling to just take him - but this is where the real fun starts.

♡ NANAMI KENTO - The family man

Nanami’s a very steady man - he always has been.

A steady job, a steady schedule, a steady relationship with you. So, really, it makes sense that he wants a kid, or two - or four with the ways he’s got you folded in half beneath him. Legs thrown over his sculpted shoulders, thighs burning at the stretch as he bends down down down-

A mating press. Nanami Kento had you in a fucking mating press.

And it was very dangerously quickly becoming his favorite thing.

You weren’t sure what to expect with that off-hand comment about wanting kids, but it surely wasn’t for your loving husband to fucking rip your skirt off and bend you over the nearest flat surface, throbbing cock now buried in your dripping pussy.

That was a few days ago.

And now every night without fail, you have Nanami’s seed dripping down your legs, still-achingly hard erection buried in your poor cunt - you doubt you’ll make it out alive this time.

“K-Kento- Hah- hngh, I feel s’full- so-”

“Shhh, darling. One more. Jus’ one more, all you gotta do is take every drop.” he hums, lips ghosting over your racing pulse. Brows furrowed, sweat trickling down his temple, cock ramming into you at such a filthy pace. 

Warm - so warm with his seed. It jolted some carnal part of him - all the way down to his achingly hard cock - to know that he was the one doing this to you. That was his cum filling your pretty pussy. And everyone else would know.

God, you can do nothing but sit there and take it as Nanami edges you closer and closer to your nth orgasm tonight. Thumb drawing rough, frenzied little circles on your throbbing clit that match the merciless pace of his hips. 

Over and over. A quick, maddening tempo he was losing his mind to.

Desperate, so desperate to get you off. 

“Gonna fill you up.” he whispers, voice raw and dripping with need, mind hazy. “Gonna be so round and pretty with my kid, right, darling?” 

You nod eagerly, as he increases his pace impossibly. Your skin stinging where his balls smack your ass, fucked-out little ah! ah! ah! leaving your kiss-bitten lips each time his hips hit yours. 

Drool drips delicately down the corner of your mouth at how animalistically he was fucking you. None of that familiar tenderness - only the pure, filthy desire to breed your pretty lil’ cunt full. All his. 

“You can dress ‘em up, and I’ll take ‘em to school.” he rambles, as half-delirious as you at this point. Drunk off of you and your cunt and you. “And when we’re all alone…” he trails off dangerously. Ripping his gaze from the creamy, white ring forming around his base to look in your eyes, “I’ll fuck another one into you.”

“Ah! Yes yes yes, please. Cum in me baby, fill me up.” 

You see white as you cum - or maybe that was Nanami painting your plushy walls with his seed, you can’t even tell at this point, too exhausted and cock-drunk. All you can feel is Nanami twitching inside you before he’s shooting thick hot spurts of his cum. Again. And again. 

“Oh- Kento, t’much. There’s so much.” you moan softly, words slurring together. Sloppy hole quivering at the feeling of being so deliciously overfilled as Nanami’s cum trickles out of you, forming a wet, sinful pool on the sheets below. 

“Feel it inside you, darling?” he doesn’t stop thrusting - rough, mindless movements from some deep-rooted, primal little part of him. Stuffing you deeper and deeper with his cum. Fully intent on filling you up until he was shooting blanks - or until he physically couldn’t. Whichever comes last.

Fucked-out little yelps leave you with wreckless abandon, mixing with the creaking of the bed at Nanami starts up yet another unforgiving pace, “Yes- Ah! I feel it, Kento. Feel it s’deep inside me.” “Mhm?” he purrs, teeth grazing your earlobe. Darkened eyes glinting with something predatory as they greedily lock onto the way his cum gushes out of you. Seeping into your skin, smearing on his abs - and his rock-hard cock. “Then, better be ready for one more, darling.”

♡ GETO SUGURU - The sweet-talker

If someone saw the ever-graceful Geto Suguru right now, they wouldn’t believe their eyes - and definitely not their ears. Such beautiful words coming out of such a beautiful mouth, but his actions were anything but. 

And it doesn’t even matter the place, he’ll come up right beside you and whisper a few seemingly harmless words. “I really love that skirt on you, angel. Is this the one I bought?” he’d say to you at the convenience store, smiling sweetly at the old woman in front of him that sighs about “young love.”

Little did anyone know that right at that moment, the innocent hand in his pocket fiddles with that little plastic remote. The one he bought specifically to make you lose your sanity.

Intensity setting 2.

“B-baby?” you whimper, breath hitching as you feel the bullet vibrator shoved inside your dripping cunt start to turn up a notch - tiny, methodical vibrations against your snug walls. 

“Yes, my angel?” 

You could almost smack the innocent grin off his devastatingly handsome face. Geto Suguru could win an Oscar for how good he was at acting like he didn’t have a firm grip on your vibrator control. Thumb running harsh, quick little circles on the intensity.

“Nothing.” you grit your teeth, nails digging into his sculpted arm as you hold onto him for support. The little bzzzt-bzzzt-bzzzt maddening against your cunt. Praying that no one else here could see your dazed eyes and the way your thighs were quivering desperately. God, could this queue get any longer?

You almost miss the wrinkled hand waving in front of your face, the good-natured voice in front of you asking, “You alright, dearie? You look a bit under the weather.” 

Intensity setting 3.

“I-I’m-” you choke, looking up at Geto for support. In perhaps a miraculous act of kindness, he peers down gently at the old lady. “Don’t worry, grandma. My love here has just been a bit sick today. M’taking her to the doctor after this, y’know. Isn’t that right, angel?”

Intensity setting 4.

Oh, not an act of kindness. Definitely not. 

Panties completely soaked now, pussy clenching desperately around the vibrator. You shoot a quick glare at Geto, who was urging you deceivingly lovingly to answer. God, you could almost hear the laughter inside his mind as you take a steadying breath, stuttering out a barely audible, “Y-yeah. Sick today.”

You couldn’t care less if the sigh of relief you let out is audible to everyone else in the store as the elderly woman turns away with a nod. Mind focused only on Geto and Intensity setting 4 and Geto-

“Aww, what’s wrong, angel? Why do you look like you’re about to cry?” you hear that familiar faux concern from above you. “Which asshole do I need to beat up?”

Bzzzt-bzzzt-bzzzt 

Gritting your teeth in order to not snap or just outright demand that Geto makes you cum right here, right now. Instead, managing out an unsteady little, “Turn it down.”

“What was that, angel?”

“Turn it down, I swear to-”

You’re cut off by hot breath against your ear, Geto’s voice hoarse with desire as he mutters, “Then cum. Right here.”

And as if to prove his point, he deftly runs his fingers along the intensity control once more, rubbing maddening little circles along it. Edging your climax and your sanity like the sadistic bastard he was. 

Bzzzt-bzzzt-bzzzt 

And you could tell by the faint smirk curling his lips that he was taunting you - torturing you to just break or break him. Whichever comes first.

Thighs trembling, knees weak, you shiver as you finally reach the counter, Geto’s thumb now firmly set on Intensity setting 4 as he speaks casually with the cashier. How dare he talk about the weather when you were reaching a breaking point here? 

Tears prick at your eyes - both at the pure overstimulation and the frustration of not being able to fucking cum. No matter how much you wanted to. 

“Angel, you don’t look too well. Want to sit down?”

You clench your jaw, trying to maintain some level of composure as Geto pays for your items. Every second feels like an eternity, every nerve ending screaming for release. 

You muster a weak nod even as you can feel your thighs quivering, blood roaring in your ears - you refuse to let him win. At least this time.

“C’mon now, let’s get you home and rested.” By the time Geto steers you to the exit, you’re practically begging for relief. His arm hot around your waist, your vision blurring at the edges. You’ve only made one step outside when-

Intensity setting 5.

You cum with a strangled yelp. Nails digging into Geto’s forearm hard - part in surprise and part revenge for all of that. His strong arm being the only thing grounding you - and the only thing keeping you from collapsing to the fucking ground.

Your orgasm takes you by surprise, and for a brief moment, all you can do is breathe, your eyes fluttering closed as your body shudders at the shockwaves of electricity. God, you almost think you see the pearly gates of heaven at the sheer intensity of your pleasure.

When you crack open your eyes again, you find Geto staring at you. Ah, an angel.

“Well, you should be thankful I went easy on you this time.”

Nevermind, it’s the devil incarnate.  Geto leans in closer, his lips brushing against your ear. “Hope you’re not feeling too ‘under the weather’, angel. Because I’ve got a plan in mind and we’re going to be doing something much more fun than going to the doctor."

♡ CHOSO KAMO - Marked up and all his

Choso knew you were hot - it only bothered him that everyone else did too. 

Which is probably why you’ll often find him all but dragging you into the nearest bathroom at whatever party. Barely even locking the door before he’s got you pressed against the cold counter, leaking tip dragging teasingly along your swollen folds. 

“Choso, baby~” you whine softly from where his furiously flushed head was kissing your dripping cunt, barely audible over the loud thumping of the music from the other side of the door. “More, deeper.”

And, well, whatever his sweetheart wants - she will get. Because he immediately presses in, plunging inch by fucking inch into your sloppy heaven. Veins dragging so maddeningly across your walls as he bullies his throbbing cock into your snug cunt. 

“This what you want? To be split apart on my cock, sweetheart?” He groans into the crook of your neck, your sweet moans going straight to his aching cock. Tongue flattening along the skin, licking long, languid stripes up your neck, he nibbles lightly - all part of his plan.

“Hah- Hngh, yes baby. Jus’ like that.” Enveloping himself in your warmth, thrusting in small, mindless little motions of his hips. Not even wanting to get himself off - just wanting, needing to feel your pretty pussy around his cock. To prove to himself that you were his.

But it wasn’t enough.

Mouth still relentlessly marking and biting your skin, Choso guides your legs to wrap around his toned waist - a signal to pull, to use him to your heart’s content.

“Fuck, Choso- Fucking me s’good.” Your legs tighten around him, pulling him impossibly closer. It’s all Choso ever wants. 

One hand deftly snakes it’s way down to your throbbing clit, rolling his thumb along the sensitive bud in just the way he knows will make you squeal and buck your hips onto his cock for more more more-

And the other - ah, yes, he can’t forget why he’s here - neat fingernails digging deep into your skin. Leaving pretty crescents in their wake - just below where your tight lil’ party dress hiked up. To show all those losers on the dance floor who you belong to.

Dragging. Marking. 

His mouth leaves their place from your neck to whisper against your lips, darkened eyes boring into yours, “You’re mine, y’know that?” 

You can do nothing but nod breathlessly into the heady air, hips bucking wildly underneath him as he increases his pace. Keening deliriously at the bruising grip on your hips and the even harder one on your poor cunt.

“Mine. All mine.” he grits out, twitching balls smacking your ass, rock-hard cock dipping in and out in and out in and-

“Those losers can’t fuck you the way I do, sweetheart.”

And then you’re cumming. Jolts of electricity running down your spine - and your nails raking down Choso’s. Red-hot patterns in their wake - and that’s exactly what sends him over the edge. “Ah- Shit shit shit, yes mark me till m’bloody yes-”

And maybe you do, because his throbbing cock twitches deeply in your pussy. Thrusting once, twice before he pumps thick, hot ropes into your fluttering walls. Tight balls squeezing painfully as he cums with a loud groan of your name. 

Two arms kneading your ass - wrapping bruisingly around your waist - touching any and every inch of skin he could reach. Leaving pretty little marks for days.

You can feel such a sinful, sticky mixture of his slick and your cum trailing down your legs as he fucks you both through your highs. Pooling at the cold counter, stomach now uncomfortably hot, vision blurry - yet you still manage to make out the satisfied grin on Choso’s face. 

Pure pride shining in his eyes as he takes in your fucked-out state, marks blossoming along your skin as if you’d been thrown to the wolves. 

Ah, success.

But he’s barely had time to bask in his victory till you murmur out a quick “Hold on.” Pulling him firmly by the collar of his t-shirt. Lips firmly slotting over the sensitive skin peaking out. 

Choso’s breath hitches as you bite and tease the skin - a pathetic little imitation of the absolute wreck he’d havoced on your skin - not pulling away until you’re satisfied with the dark, red mark blossoming on his milky skin. 

“There. Perfect.” you flash an almost-innocent grin at him. And despite all that transpired in this heady bathroom, this is what makes his knees weaken so desperately. Oh, how he loved being yours.

♡ RYOMEN SUKUNA - The show-off

If the King of Curses owns something nice and pretty, then you can bet he’s going to show it off to everyone and anyone that crosses him. It doesn’t matter if it’s human trash or some lowly curse he’s just about to kill, all of them have the same last sight - you.

You, sat so prettily on the hulking king’s lap. All doe-eyed and batting your lashes so innocently at him as he wielded chaos on his throne. 

It made them almost want to save you from this monster, only to realize - if Sukuna was feeling particularly generous that day - that he was the last thing that you needed saving from. 

Because if by some miracle, Sukuna was feeling generous - and decided that those scum that bow beneath him should see something pretty before they die - then they see you. Legs spread so shamefully on his lap, large arms the width of your head keeping them open for your guests.

Sukuna trails his rough fingers dangerously down your robe - one that does absolutely nothing to hide your curves or the heaving of your chest. Thin fabric tearing easily under his sharp fingernails, exposing such tantalizing flashes of skin as whoever’s watching gulps heavily in both fear and anticipation. 

He doesn’t stop till your robe is all but hanging off you now, dripping cunt soaking the tattered fabric as you keen desperately into his touch. 

“Shhh, my lil’ slut.” he murmurs, low and gravelly into your ear, hot breath sending jolts of electricity coursing through your veins. “Wouldn’t want to be rude in front of our guests, hm?”

Whoever’s bowing before you two don’t know what makes shivers run down their spine more - Sukuna’s dangerous words or the way you whine desperately. “But Sukuna~” grinding onto his very obvious erection as you do, “Wan’ you so badly, haven’t been filled by you today.”

Shit, scratch that. The scariest thing here was the deep chuckle that echoes across the throne room - the King of Curses laughing. Laughing. 

They watch in horror - unable to rip their eyes away - as he snakes down two large fingers to your dripping cunt, spreading open your swollen folds. Absolutely delighting in the way you flutter around nothing - his lil’ slut, so desperate for him. 

You buck readily into his hold as Sukuna bullies two large fingers into your snug cunt. Ready walls clenching down so sinfully at finally getting some of the friction you’d been aching for all day.

“Ohh, yes. Sukuna, finally. Wanted you in me s’bad.” you squeal as he curls his fingers deftly inside you, expertly grazing that familiar spot he knew would have you falling apart in a matter of a few seconds. 

“So spoiled.” Sukuna hums, a sly grin curling his lips - and the scum bowing before him completely forgotten - as he starts pumping his fingers in and out of your sloppy hole. Thrusting in rough, jerky little movements that no matter how filthy and unrefined they seem - hold a dangerous, calculated intent as he hits that spot over and over.

The ones before you find their cocks hardening traitorously at your breathy whines and the lewd squelching sounds. Torn between training their eyes on the ground and greedily watching your thighs quiver on the monster’s lap, cunt dripping so obscenely onto his robe. 

“Look at her.” a sharp order jolts them out of their reverie. Sukuna didn’t have to ask, he knew you were a heavenly vision in his little hell. Yet, he continues anyway, amusement spiking at the way they can do nothing but gape at what they can never have “Look. So desperate f’me. Should I make her cum?”

“Nooo, Sukuna don’ be mean~” you whine half-deliriously at the silence that follows. Voice strangled at the merciless pace Sukuna had on your cunt, rolling your swollen clit on his fingers, dipping in and out in and out in and-

Sukuna chuckles darkly in your ear, over the protests of the trash at his feet, “Seems like they don’t want you to cum.” He increases his pace ruthlessly, over and over. Hitting that spot with reckless abandon, delighting in the way you writhe and convulse on his lap. “But s’alright, I’ll be the one to make you cum. Your king, hm?”

And make you cum he does. Adding three fingers into your tight cunt now, thrusting in and out at a pace that has you bowing into his hulking body. Over and over. Hurried. Hasty. Almost torturous for those watching.

“Ah! Yes yes yes, Sukuna~ M’gonna-” you can barely finish the sentence before you’re seeing stars behind your eyes, broken moans of Sukuna’s name leaving your swollen lips. He doesn’t stop - not when your orgasm is mere tingles, your voice too raw to even let out fucked-out moans. Not even when you’re quivering and fidgeting on his laps.  Not even when he leans down to mutter in your ear, voice husky with pure need, “Now, how should I kill these fuckers off?”

♡ GOJO SATORU - Just a lil’ taste

The great Gojo Satoru loves all things sweet, and that includes you. Not just you, but your pretty lips, your sweet cunt, and the sweetest - something else he’d never admit to anyone but you - the taste of him in you.

And right now - bullying his throbbing cock into your snug cunt, his heavy balls smacking your ass over and over as he rams into you hard, fast - Gojo knows there’s something for him to look forward to. 

The bed creaks in protest as he chases the heavenly feeling of your tight pussy around him, mixing with the filthy moans leaving your mouth.

He was probably going to get another noise complaint - good, let them nosy fuckers know how good he makes you feel.

“Ah! Hah- hngh, Toru filling me up s’good.” you mewl and buck your hips underneath him for more more more- wanting, needing the feeling of him stretching you so deliciously. His glistening veins dragging along that one spot so deliciously, pulsing against your tight walls at an urgent, incessant rhythm. 

“Oh yeah?” he grunts. Cock pushing into you deeper and deeper, cervix kissing your tip so painfully good. “Like this? Like it when I fuck you like this? Can’t get enough of it, hm?”

Because of course, Gojo Satoru can’t stop running his mouth even when he’s fucking you relentlessly. Even when his thrusts grow frenzied, sloppy with desire. And especially not when you’re creaming on his achingly hard cock.

God, you’re so fucking perfect he can’t help but lose himself in the heat of the moment as well. 

Body arching off the bed, you see stars behind your eyes as Gojo cums in thick, hot spurts inside your fluttering walls. “Shit, oh Toru, s’full inside me hah-”

You think you probably cum harder just at the sight before you. 

Gojo’s head thrown back, blue eyes prettily rolling to the back of his head as he bites his lips in concentration - desperately trying to fight off that feral, animalistic part of himself that just wants to fuck his cum deeper and deeper inside your dripping cunt. Wrestling that urge to breed you full to the back of his mind. 

No, because he’s got bigger things in mind. 

Bigger things that include urgently dropping to his knees as soon as your breathless moans bate. He wrestles your hips on the mattress, grip bruising on your waist as he pulls your pretty cunt closer. All wet and painted white with his cum, dripping so obscenely onto the fresh sheets below.

Mouth dropping into a soft oh! at the sinful sight before him, Gojo doesn’t waste a second before surging forward. 

Nose-deep in your pussy, he doesn’t stop till he’s nose-deep and breathing you in so obscenely. Tongue bullying its way in between your swollen folds, dipping into your sloppy entrance in and out in and out in and out-

He groans into your cunt as he tastes himself. Tastes you. 

Sweet. 

The absolutely filthy mixture of his cum and your slick sliding down his tongue as he laps up your juices with the desperation of a madman. God, it makes the blood rush straight to his dick at the way your mouth drops open in disbelief - he never does get used to it.

Messy. It was so fucking messy. 

“Mmm, s’sweet on my tongue, baby.” he slurs, drunk off the absolutely intoxicating taste of your sin. “Fuck- Can’t get enough of it. Shit.” 

You flinch as he swears into your throbbing cunt. Seeing flashes of white behind your eyes each time he flicks his tongue just right to graze over all your most sensitive spots. You could almost cry from the overstimulation - walls fluttering sensitively around his relentless tongue.

And you probably do really cry when Gojo moves up your dripping pussy, sucking on your swollen clit. Rolling his tongue over and over at the same maddening pace of the tears down your cheeks. 

Absentmindedly, you wonder whether he’s done with his little feast - and moving on to torture you full time now.

Gojo huffs out a laugh into your cunt, popping off your abused clit with a lewd pop! Hands snaking down to grab his rock-hard base. Pulling in short, desperate little tugs to get himself ready for what was to come. “Yeah, m’done, baby.” he chuckles darkly. Shit, did you say that out loud? 

But you have no time to wonder too long about that, instead stuck on that dangerous little glint in his eyes as he stands from his position nose-deep in your cunt. Swiping his tongue across his lips, savoring every last drop of you. 

Dazed, your eyes drift from his slick-glossed mouth down, down, down to-

Oh.

“Don’t worry, baby. M’gonna be feasting again real soon.”

A/N. Plagiarism not authorized.

"Queen"

Mafia!Modern!Neteyam Sully x f!Reader (Quaritch's daughter)

a/n: I really wanted it to be good. It's the first and not the last fic of mine with mafia au! Credits to @cafekitsune for dividers/gifs.

Beautiful pic on the right of adult Neteyam belongs to talented cinetrix

@criticallybella here you go sweetheart

Word count: 4k

Summary: life as a daughter of a police officer was never easy, but it seems like you were the target the whole time.

Warnings: dubcon (?), power imbalance, threats (not about death or injury), mentions of stalking, mentions of torture (not about Reader), oral (both receiving) fingering, virginity loss, size difference, tummy bulge, p in v, unprotected, breeding kink, choking

Sevin - pretty (one)

Tanhì - star

Life finally began to treat you well. After you were fired from your previous job because your manager did not know how to keep his hands to himself and the boss didn't believe you, you weren't sure how you would be able to move on, but you did. The job offer that you got was great and people there were really treating you well, unlike in your previous job. The company was rather prestigious, selling mostly sports cars. You had to learn about them before you began to work, but not everything was going smoothly and you actually felt complete. Selling cars maybe wasn't the job of your dreams but it was definitely a good start, and it was paying the bills.

“Miss Quaritch, the boss wants to see you,” Nora, a really nice secretary informed. During the four months that you worked here, Nora proved herself to be kind and helpful. You trusted her fully, that's why you believed when she said that the boss is a very busy man. You haven't seen him before, only his assistants.

“Boss? Did I do something?” For some reason, everyone in the company feared him. It would be quite normal, most employers think that they can gain respect through fear, but in this case, these people were really terrified.

“I don't think so, but you never know. Maybe he saw you and you caught his eye?” Nora moved her eyebrows suggesting something. You shook your head, giggling. Nora has been trying to set you up with someone for a date for weeks now.

“Looking at this company, he's either an old man or an arrogant young bastard,” you were assuming, but it was most likely for the boss to be one of these two. Nora just smiled not wanting to reveal too much.

“Top floor, Y/n” was all that she said. You sighed deeply stepping inside the elevator. You weren't ready to be fired. This job was too good… you began to think of what you could have done wrong. Surely, you made a couple of mistakes in the beginning, but it was normal. You were playing with your fingers nervously, what could he possibly want after four months? Maybe he was so busy he found time just now to meet you? The elevator reached the top floor, and it opened revealing the office. You looked around, everything here was so fancy… You didn't grow up in a rich family, so for you it was new and you were curious.

“Y/n Quaritch, it's good to finally meet you in person,” his voice reached your ears. You looked at him immediately, you knew who he was. You wanted to go back to the elevator but it was blocked… “Sit,” he demands calmly. You didn't want to, but maybe it was just a coincidence? You sat on the luxurious chair, which looked incredibly expensive, and it wasn't even that comfy. The boss got closer to you, he was tall, taller than anyone you have ever met.

“What do you want?” You asked harshly. You didn't want to take part in this game. Neteyam was towering over you, that alien man towered over almost everyone. He was wearing black pants, they were rather tight with an expensive belt and a black turtleneck. His presence was demanding respect, respect that you weren't going to give him so easily. You met him a few times, mostly when your father was trying to arrest him but somehow, it never worked out. Other times you were on the street or he came to your job. Neteyam was smirking, it was his usual smirk that was annoying you so much. He caressed your cheek softly, his fingers decorated with expensive rings. Beneath them he had tattoos. His hand was cold, a contrast to your warm body. You frowned, his touch wasn't welcomed.

“Your virginity… for your father’s debt, little dove,” Neteyam moved his hand away. His eyes scanned your face, taking every little detail of your expression. The way your eyes widened and lips parted slightly, he enjoyed surprising you. It was such a hard thing to do, to surprise Quaritch’s bratty princess, and yet… Neteyam succeeded. You snapped back to reality quickly, you weren't going to let him affect you like that.

“My father doesn't have debts.” Neteyam chuckled, enjoying your resistance. The way you were looking at him angrily, it did nothing but amuse him. A little human like you trying to scare someone powerful like him.

“He does. Every time he fucks with my and my family’s business we lose lots of money… and what is the most precious thing to him?” Neteyam made a dramatic pause. “You, princess. The best revenge would be getting my hands on you.”

“What made you think I would agree?” You stood up. You had enough of your father and the Sully family. You weren't going to be a part of this game. 

“I don't think I gave you a choice, little dove,” he cornered you, your lower back pressed against his desk. “If you don't. I will fire you and make your life a living hell….but if you do let me, then I promise I won't harm you or your family,” that damn smirk. You wanted to rip it off his face. Why has Neteyam always had to win? Why was he always one step ahead?

“I will scream for help,” you warned. It was a huge company with many workers, someone would hear for sure.

“My office is soundproof. I like to keep my things private,” his fingers tracing along your collarbone. Your breath hitched, feeling the weird electricity between your bodies. He was your enemy and he was standing too damn close.

“You wouldn't dare to do something to my father,” you looked up into his eyes. You, ever defiant Y/n intrigued Neteyam Sully himself. Neteyam considered you as a weakness, he never cared about women so much. He had flings for sure, with his looks? But there was something about you… he couldn't put his finger on it. Neteyam leaned closer, tucking your hair behind your ear.

“I can turn him into an angel… cut his chest open and take out the ribs,” Neteyam whispered into your ear, brushing his teeth against the earlobe teasingly. Despite his cruel words, your breath grew heavier, he knew your sensitive spots. You needed to stop, you couldn't yield to that arrogant fucker. You didn't think much, before slapping him. Neteyam leaned back a little, clearly amused by your behavior. He licked his lips and as much as you hated to admit, it was a pretty sight. Neteyam was looking at you for a moment… you were beautiful, he just wished you weren't such a brat, but all humans are… Neteyam massaged his cheek gently. “Ouch,” he pouted. Neteyam was mocking you, your human hand couldn't cause him pain.

“Your family is a bunch of criminals. I won't let you-” Neteyam showed you a tablet, someone was spying on your father, walking behind him without him knowing. 

“Just one call and my man can get rid of him. Are you sure you are in a position to refuse?” Neteyam chuckled, seeing your expression. You didn't know what to do… you loved your father more than life itself.

“I will do it,” it felt bad. You wanted to do it with someone who cared about you, not with some mafia future boss to get rid of imaginary debt. 

“Undress for me, sevin. I want to see the pretty little body of yours,” Neteyam was watching you like a predator when you undressed. You were doing it slowly, your hands were shaking a bit.

“Just one time, right? And then you will leave me and my family alone?” You

“I will treat you like the Queen that you are,” he took a pillow from the couch and put it on the floor. “Kneel on it, I wouldn't want your knees to get hurt.” You looked down unsure, you didn't know how to Quetouch a man, did he expect you to be good? You felt so… vulnerable. No one has seen you naked before. You got on your knees, looking at him with hatred and fear. Neteyam was amused, he knew he was breaking your pride and he was taking pleasure in it, to see you submitting to him. It was all for something greater.  

“No one will know about this, right?” You bit your bottom lip, taking deep breaths.    

“Of course, no need to get nervous, sevin. I told you that I would treat you like a queen,” he caressed your cheek before unbuckling his belt. His moves were so smooth that he took the belt with one hand. Neteyam put it on the table before taking care of his turtleneck and pants, revealing the gorgeous tattoo on the side of his neck. His body was shaped by the god himself… perfect lines, muscles, the pretty shiny skin. His clothes were made by a tailor, probably he had a private one or maybe two? Neteyam could afford it, and no one was making clothes THAT big. “Do you like what you see?” Neteyam got rid of his boxers and your lips parted. You have never seen something like this. His cock was standing proudly, pressed against his muscled abdomen. It was bigger than anything you have seen before, he was pretty thick, and the veins defined. 

“It's nothing special,” you shrugged, but he could see how your eyes sparkled. Neteyam approached his gaze not leaving you even for a minute. 

“We will see. Wrap your fingers around it, firmly but gently.” You did as he said before slowly stroking him. Neteyam let out a sound of approval. “You won't take all of it tonight, but I'm sure half of it will fit. You are such a brave woman, aren't you? Try sucking on the tip.” You didn't know why you were so nervous, it's not like you wanted to impress him. Maybe a little… your hand stayed wrapped around the base of his cock as you began to suck on his tip. The salty taste of precum lingered on your tongue. Neteyam groaned, it was only the tip and yet it felt so good. “Good, learning to handle your duties quickly. Slowly take more of it into your mouth. Stroke what you can't fit.” You focused on the job, slowly taking more and more of him into your mouth, sucking and twirling your tongue around the length. Neteyam was letting out little grunts and groans, he didn't expect you to get it so fast. His hands on the back of your head, helping you to move. You were ashamed, you could only fit a half of him and you were already gagging once in a while. “Keep your mouth open for me, alright? Breathe through your nose, I need to fuck this gorgeous bratty lips,” his grip on your hair tightened. You kept your mouth open as he began to thrust in and out, getting slightly deeper than you were taking him before. At first, Neteyam was taking it slowly, but as time passed he became rougher, increasing the pace. You were gagging, your eyes watering, but he liked that sight. He liked that sight of Quaritch’s little princess on her knees, taking his cock. As much as you hated him, it felt good… Neteyam’s cock fucking your mouth felt good. “Good girl, you’re doing such a great job, tanhì. Taking my dick so well, such a pretty girl. You are doing so great, baby. Are you going to make me cum? Yes, you are going to make me cum… and swallow every fucking drop,” he hissed the last part of the sentence. The tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat repeatedly. Neteyam groaned as his body became stiff, his cum pouring into your mouth. The salty taste on your tongue, there was so much of it… you felt like you were going to drown. You spat his cum out, it was too much. It dripped down your chin, to your breasts. “Come on, didn't your father teach you to swallow? We don't spit, my queen, we swallow,” Neteyam was clearly displeased. “If you weren't a virgin I would fuck you now senseless, so you would beg for me to stop. I'm going to do it anyway but luckily for you, I really need to prepare you for my cock, my queen,” he picked you up easily and laid down on his desk. It was huge, like everything in this office. Neteyam spread your legs, immediately leaning down, you weren't sure what he was going to do.

“What are you going to do-” you gasped, feeling something wet against your slit. Neteyam licked a stripe from your slit to your clit, repeating it multiple times before sucking on your clit.

“Seems like sucking my cock got you a little wet, sevin. Born to be a slut? You seem to like to get your mouth used. Will it be the same with your pussy?” he teased, before sucking on your clit. You were tense, but you couldn't deny the pleasure you were feeling at this moment. The way his tongue was dragging up and down your clit…his finger sliding inside of you. It felt weird and new. You masturbated before but your fingers were no match to his. His fingers were much bigger and longer. “So fucking tight. I can't wait to feel those walls wrapped around my cock, my queen,” Neteyam moans against your clit. As he worked you open enough, he pushed another finger in, filling up you even more. Your hands were pulling on his braids, you couldn't help it. You hated him, you hated the situation you found yourself in, you hated that he degraded you… but you didn't hate the way he was touching you. The tension building up in your stomach, you knew that feeling… but now, it was much stronger. Your spine curving against the desk, it was surprisingly comfortable. “Cum for me, sevin. Cum for me so I can fuck you properly, like the Queen that you are,” his voice was sending vibrations against your clit and you lost it. You closed your eyes, the orgasm was overwhelming, your thighs trembling. You wanted to sit up, but Neteyam stopped you. 

“What is it?” Was he really going to take your virginity? Neteyam placed himself between your thighs, his tip pressed against your entrance, but he didn't move yet.

“Relax, tanhì. I promise to be gentle, alright? You can hold my hand,” the very same hands were killing people every single day. The very same hands tortured many people, but for you, the scary mafia man forced himself to be gentle. You were his weakness, but he wasn't going to admit it yet. You were too prideful, you didn't grab his hand. It's not like you have chosen to fuck him, he was the one who made you agree. “Alright, as you wish, sevin,” Neteyam pushed inside slowly. You whined in pain, that stretch hurt. It felt weird, like an intruder, your fingers immediately intertwined with his, and you focused on the feeling of his rings, playing with them. Neteyam chuckled seeing how quickly you changed your mind. “Such a tight pussy. I knew you would be perfect. Yes… I knew, I fucking knew,” he continued to push inside until he bottomed out. He caressed your hand with his thumb, trying to soothe you as he noticed the tears in your eyes.

“That hurts,” you whisper. Neteyam nods slowly, he knew you being a virgin was making it very different. 

“I know, I know,” he wiped your tears gently, admiring how soft your skin was. “I won't move, alright? I will wait,” he traced his hand down, to your stomach, where the bulge was. Neteyam traced his fingers on the outlines of his cock, it felt quite pleasant.

“Okay, alright,” you were taking deep breaths. Despite him being such an asshole, you were grateful that he didn't rush it. You didn't know how much time passed, he was slowly caressing your body, but you looked into his eyes unsure. “You can move. I think I can handle it,” you bit your lip. Neteyam nodded before moving out of you to push inside again. The pain was still there but you were getting used to it as his moves became rhythmical. Neteyam was watching your expressions all the time. Maybe he was a monster but he would never hurt a woman like that… not you. Neteyam was playing with your sensitive breasts, squeezing and massaging. Soon enough, the pain was turned into pleasure, and the office was filled up with your sweet moans. You couldn't believe how deep he was, you could are almost every single vein of his cock on your stomach. Your fingers gripping the desk desperately. Neteyam was getting rougher, losing himself in the feeling of your tight cunt clenching around his monstrous cock. He was sucking and kissing on your neck, leaving marks. You were going to be his.

“Yes, oh fuck. See how good you’re taking me? How your pussy is wrapped around my cock? Can you see me in your stomach? Can you?” Neteyam groans, pounding into you faster. He was like an animal. “I'm going to breed this pretty pussy, make it mine,” his hands moved to your keeps, using them as leverage. 

“F-fuck you, it's the one time. I'm here on accident,” you whimper. The feeling of his cock rearranging your guts was overwhelming. You couldn't help the moans leaving your lips. He was a fucking asshole but his dick was fucking you so good… Neteyam smirked, you were fucked dumb, it was time to te you the truth. Neteyam wrapped his hand around your throat, his tattoos looked so beautiful. You began to wonder about their meaning… but only for a minute, his cock not only knocked out the air out of your lungs, but also, thoughts out of your head.

“You’re here because I made it so, little dove. Wasn't it weird to you? The way you got your job,” Neteyam was moving his cock even faster in and out of you, enjoying every little moan coming out of your lips. The way your walls were squeezing him tightly like you wanted him to remain inside forever. “You are here because I made it so. I saw such a pretty little thing three years ago… I decided to observe it, everywhere…” his grip on your neck tightened. Neteyam chuckled, pushing his cock deeper. “And I decided that I wanted it, so I got my men to bring you here somehow. Offering you a nice job with a nice salary. You were so easy to convince… and I thought that you would be smarter after being such a brat. I couldn't hire you to one of the companies with my family’s name, you would figure it out too soon. Now you’re my private slut, little dove. I wanted you, so I took you. I didn't want someone to take care of you. Those men interested in you? I paid some of them to stop talking to you… others… I had to get rid of them. That's how it works, I have all of the power,” Neteyam grunts, his thrusts becoming rougher. Your head was empty, you couldn't even focus on what he was saying. Neteyam admitted to stalking you and getting rid of potential partners, and you did not even care. All you cared about was his cock inside of you. Your fingers gripping the desk tightly. “My little pretty wife. All mine to use and abuse… and you will love it, won't you? You will be my queen around others… and my little private whore in private. It's what you’re good for, isn't it? Your pussy was always meant to be mine, to be filled up by my cum. Your tight walls perfectly molded to the shape of my cock. The pain was now a forgotten memory, you were melting in his arms. Your body was so hot that you felt like you were burning. His other hand moved to your clit, he knew it was sensitive so he was rubbing against it gently. Your eyes rolled back, body arching, legs trembling. You began to feel the effect of his hand around your neck, but you were also getting closer. “You were meant to be mine, that's why you kept your innocence so long. That worry, your husband is here to claim you, tanhì. Your husband is here to breed you, to pump you full of cum. My little mafia queen,” his balls felt like they were about to explode. Neteyam began to hit your G-spot and you couldn't hold yourself anymore.

“Please, harder. Please, Nete,” you moaned, and he had never heard something so beautiful. You, saying his name like that… if it was someone else, he would have killed them, but you? You had privileges, as his wife… his queen. 

“Do you want me to breed you? Perhaps it would result in a child. Dump my load inside your tight pussy. Is that what Quaritch’s innocent daughter wants? To have the big scary mafia boss fuck her full of his evil seed? Your pussy feels so good around my cock. It begs me to cum inside, I will. I will breed this tight cunt,” Neteyam was close to whimpering. He loosened the grip on your throat, just to let you breathe and talk.

“Yes, please. Pump me full of your cum, please I just want to come. Can I?” Your whimpers were so pleasant… 

“Do it then. Come on my cock, show me just how much you love this. Me fucking you full, stretching you out on this dick,” his expression was smug. He tightened the grip around your neck again. Normally, you would have said something back, but you were falling apart. Your body almost shaking, as you came undone. “Oh, fuck. You clenched so much. I can't hold back anymore, my queen. I'm going to breed you, breed this fucking pretty pussy,” he moans. Neteyam squeezed your neck tightly as he pushed deep inside of you, his balls meeting your asshole as he came inside of you. It was new, like everything you did today… but it was so pleasant and warm. It felt so right and wrong at the same time. Neteyam let go of your neck, leaning down, your foreheads pressed together. You closed your eyes, your body was covered in sweat but you didn't mind it now. You were catching up your breath. Neteyam pulled out and picked you up, he moved you on the huge couch and lay beside you. His cold hand caresses your hair, brushing it off your face. You let yourself catch your breath, you were pretty sure you wouldn't be able to walk. Your body hurt, and neck? Covered in marks.

“Gods,” you groaned. It was so wrong and you were so… you gave up so easily.

“What is it?“ Neteyam looked at you with curiosity. Now, he let himself to be soft but as soon as you were going to be out of sight, he would go back to his cold demeanor. It's the way of being the boss.

“You called me a queen. A queen of what?” Your eyes were closed. You were exhausted and conflincted. You weren't sure why did you submit so easily, why did you enjoy it? He was a fucking creep and a stalker, not to mention he was in the mafia.

“Because you conquered,” his voice was a little raspy.

“Conquered what?” You opened your eyes, confused. Was he high? It wouldn't surprise you, he had money and contacts.

“My soul. You’re the queen of my soul, I love you,” Neteyam smirked, pressing a kiss to your forehead. 

“Cheesy,” you rolled your eyes. How could someone like that be a mafia boss?

“But you love it,” Neteyam chuckled, massaging your shoulders. You were his, and he wasn't going to let anyone take you away from him. “You are mine, sweetheart. I'm never going to let you go. Mine,” his expression became stern once his phone called. It's going to be interesting.

Hi can you write one where Eric Draven does the readers makeup? Thanks

Eric Draven does your makeup

• Eric is a very caring and attentive partner, so if you ask him to do your makeup, he will do it without hesitation.

• Since he is quite a creative person himself, he has quite a lot of cosmetics, but if you want to use something of your own, just tell him about it.

• The guy will gently remove your hair from your face, pinning it with hairpins on both sides of your face, and, of course, prepare your skin before makeup with some cream. He doesn't always do this for himself, because he makes up for himself, and for the most part he doesn't care about it, but when it comes to you, Eric wants to do everything in the best way.

• When Eric puts shadows on your eyes, he is very gentle. If you give him a choice of colors for your makeup, then he will apply some light shades to his eyes. The guy will focus on your lips. His choice will be between blood-red lipstick and black. Black lipstick for Eric is almost an everyday option, so there's nothing wrong with it. But if he chooses the red one, he will prefer to spend some personal time with you later. Hug him and kiss him, leaving bright red marks on his lips, face and neck. Mark this boy with your love, he will melt in your arms.

• Eric uses makeup very skillfully, so the makeup he made for you will emphasize all your advantages and hide your flaws (baby, you don't have them)

• His movements are so gentle, and his gaze is warm, full of love and adoration for you, while he carefully applies makeup to your wonderful face. This is a very intimate moment that has a strong meaning for him. Eric finished his makeup with a short kiss on your nose, smiling contentedly.

• After the makeup is done, Eric will help you ruin it, literally trying to eat your beautiful bright lips.

Bo couldn't believe the sight of their home, and he knew that all this was your handiwork. The lights, tinsel, and ornaments were something his parents hadn't done even when he and his brothers were young'uns.

As he entered the house, he heard the Christmas music and smelt cinnamon as soon as he walked through the door, but mostly, he saw the large, oddly decorated tree with weird bits and bobs on it.

He noticed Lester standing on a step ladder with a grin, placing decorations as Vincent carved some wax Christmas figures, both radiating joy that Bo had never seen from them before.

Then there was you making food in the kitchen, sneaking bits of food to Jonesy, who sat patiently by your feet, barking happily when getting scraps and a head scratch.

They didn't have many Christmases to compare with, but Bo knows (and would only ever begrudgingly admit to) it's the best Christmas they've ever had.

[4:56 pm]

“ARE YOU KIDDING ME?”

Immediately, your eyes bug out at the sound of your husband coming home and bursting through the door. Your hands that had been playing with the teddy bear on the bed stills, and you freeze for a moment.

Your daughter, Kamiko, also now having been surprised at the noise, looks up at you to gauge your reaction and dictate how she should feel, eyes like Katsuki’s blinking up at you. You gnaw your lip as there’s another yell, one of your name, and you’re quick to look at your daughter and hold a finger to your lips to keep her quiet, though giggling softly to ease her. She giggles back, and you shush her softly.

“YOUVE GOT SOME EXPLAINING TO DO!”

Okay. Maybe spending an unspeakable amount on pastries was fair to make him rage. But in your defense, you never get to go into that bakery!

Katsuki knows the absolute fortune you tend to shell out for their pastries, and he tries his damn hardest to keep you out of there. He knows they’re good, but he tells you that ‘that’s not the point.’

So, naturally, when he went to work and you and Kamiko made your way to run errands, the smell of chocolate and cinnamon rolls were just too enticing to ignore. You’d made your way into the quiet bakery and grabbed things that would surely be appreciated by Katsuki.

Apparently, however, he saw the damage on his credit card before your kindness can show.

Whups.

You’re quick to lay down on your side- back facing the door and body curled around Kamiko- still holding a finger to your lips, and when she gives you a nod of understanding, you close your eyes just in time for angry feet to storm down the hallway to your room. You hear the door fly open, and you can feel the crimson eyes of your husband boring into the back of your skull.

“I’m going to absolutely destroy you-“

“Dadda,” your two year old whispers, and you hear her ease out a soft ‘shhhh.’ “Mumma sleepin’.”

“Is she?” He snarls, unconvinced. “And she let you stay awake? Just because?”

“Was sleepin’ too, dadda. Woke me up…”

Where she learned to be such a good liar, you’ll never know.

You hear Katsuki let out an impatient exhale through his nose, clearly weighing his options as your breathing continues its rhythmic pace, mimicking sleep. Kamiko’s tiny hand pats your cheek affectionately. “Dadda, shhhh…”

Katsuki sighs dramatically, and you are surprised to feel the soft peck against your temple, massive, calloused hand smoothing down your back. “We will discuss this later,” he snarls in your ear. “Get some rest, Kami. I’m gonna start dinner, okay?”

“Okay dadda!” She chirps, and when you hear his feet pad away and the door close, your eyes fly open and a smile spreads wide over your face.

“You’re such a little troublemaker!” You growl playfully, taking the little girl into your arms and kissing her all over. She squeals at your affections and gently shoves your face away. “Ohhh just like your mommy! And your uncle Denki! He’s gonna be so-“

“I KNEW YOU WERENT ASLEEP!”

The door slams back open, and a disgruntled Katsuki immediately flies back in, gathering you and Kamiko in each arm. You two shriek, but the smiles on your face absolutely plastered, unbudging from your faces as he manhandles you- Kamiko, with a raspberry on her cheek back onto the bed, and you, over his shoulder mercilessly.

“YOU SPENT ¥13000 IN THAT STUPID BAKERY?! AND YOU GOT OUR DAUGHTER TO LIE TO ME?!” He’s trying as hard as he can to keep the smirk off his face, though you hear it breaking through in his shouts.

Your fists bang against his back, nails digging in, but he’s unrelenting, and you whine out when he makes a fake move to drop you. “I-I wanted coffee cake!” You titter, screwing your eyes shut. “Kami! Help me!”

“Go, dadda!”

“WHOSE SIDE ARE YOU ON!” You bark in betrayal.

“The winning side,” he snickers, turning on his feet to carry you out of the room. “If you help me punish mumma, I won’t punish you so bad, Kami.”

“Yeah!”

“NO!”

Was it worth having one of the cupcakes getting smushed into your face? Not really (though him kissing you through the frosting was definitely worth something!)

Was it worth the memory you’d only added to the vault as a family?

God, yes.