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꒰🎀꒱﹒ 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊 ﹒⟢ featuring: kamo choso, kento nanami, satoru gojo, suguru geto, fushiguro toji, ryomen sukuna ‧₊˚ . ꣑୧

sypnosis ☆ the jjk men never knew you were a freak in the sheets, here’s how they react to you acting out your kinks ⸝⸝ ᰔ ̫ ᰔ⸝⸝

content warnings ☆ smut! 18+, age gap, petnames, choking, slapping, manhandling, spit play, hair pulling, bruising ๑•́ ₃ •̀๑

word count ☆ 1.1k

𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎 𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐎

he always touched you so carefully.

choso held you like porcelain. kissed you like your skin might bruise from it. slow strokes, soft grunts, warm aftercare. he was a giver—always asking if it felt good, always stopping if your breath hitched too sharply. so when you wrapped your legs around his waist one night and whispered, “you can choke me,” he froze.

you felt his cock twitch inside you.

“what?” he rasped, pulling back just enough to see your face.

“want you to use me, choso,” you breathed, lips kiss-swollen and pupils blown. “you don’t have to hold back.”

it was like flipping a switch. something ancient, primal, unfurled in him.

he was on you again in seconds—hand wrapped around your throat, heavy but careful. you gasped, eyes fluttering as pressure bloomed behind your eyes, and choso moaned at the sight.

“fuck, baby… you like that?” he muttered, voice guttural. “you like when i squeeze you like this?”

you nodded—barely—his grip tightening just enough to make you dizzy.

his thrusts changed too. harder, deeper, the kind that knocked the air out of you. his free hand pinned your thigh up to your chest, fucking into you with a desperation you’d never seen in him.

“been wanting this?” he panted. “wanna be ruined by me?”

“yes! nnggh fuck! cho—!”

you came like a wave crashing down, body trembling, mouth open in a silent scream.

and choso just kept going.

“my good girl,” he whispered, still fucking your twitching cunt, hand sliding from your throat to your jaw, thumb dragging over your lip before slipping into your mouth. “you take it so well. my nasty little angel.”

𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐎 𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐈

nanami was always so proper. straight-laced. reserved.

so when you whispered across his office desk one night, “i want you to use me like a slut, nanami,”

he didn’t hesitate.

“is that so?” he muttered, loosening his tie with one hand, the other gripping your chin as he tilted your head back. “my darling wants to be ruined?”

you nodded—and he bent you over the desk.

“hands flat,” he ordered, hiking your skirt up and sliding your panties down, slow and smooth like he had all the time in the world.

he spat on your cunt before pushing two fingers in deep.

“so wet already,” he said calmly, voice still tight with restraint. “what a greedy little thing you are.”

you gasped as he pushed inside with no warning, heavy and thick, the edge of the desk digging into your hips as he pounded into you from behind. and the praise… the fucking praise.

“you’re taking me so well, sweetheart,”

“just like that, good girl,”

“that’s it, let me fuck you dumb.”

when you begged for him to slap you, he paused—only a beat—before landing a firm, stinging smack to your ass. then another. then across your cheek, light but firm, just enough to send you spiraling.

“you asked for this,” he murmured, pulling your head back by your hair. “so take it.”

𝐒𝐀𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐔 𝐆𝐎𝐉𝐎

“spit in my mouth,” you moaned one night, sprawled under him, skin flushed and slick. “please, ‘toru—just do it.”

he stilled. blinked. then smirked like you handed him a toy.

“you nasty little slut,” he purred. “i knew it. all that innocent shit? fake. you’ve been waiting for daddy to ruin you.”

he grabbed your cheeks, forced your mouth open wide. let a thick string of spit drip from his tongue to yours, then leaned down to kiss it sloppily back into your throat.

“don’t swallow yet,” he whispered. “keep it there.”

and then he fucked you.

legs pinned over his shoulders, body folded in half, tears leaking from the corners of your eyes as he drilled into you, laughing every time you choked on your own spit.

“look at you,” he cooed, “drooling, shaking—my perfect little cumdump.”

you came three times. didn’t even know your name by the end.

“i’ll never let you act innocent again,” he said with a grin. “you’re mine.”

𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐔 𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐎

“pull my hair,” you whispered, nails raking down geto’s back. “hurt me.”

he raised a brow.

“didn’t expect that from such a sweet mouth,” he said.

then he grabbed your hair and pulled until your neck arched back and your lips parted.

“so you like it rough?” he asked, slapping your tit with an open palm. you gasped. “there’s more where that came from, baby.”

he forced you to ride him, hair in his fist, other hand bruising your ass as he bounced you on his cock. every time your tits jiggled, he slapped them again. you moaned, crying out, pain and pleasure blending.

“look at my messy little girl,” he whispered, low and dark, “so desperate to be used, you’ll let me bruise every inch of you.”

and when you came? he didn’t stop.

he fucked you through it, soft kisses on your cheeks while his cock split you open, saying,

“shhh, baby, take it. take it all. good girls don’t run.”

𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎

you asked to be broken, and toji fushiguro delivered.

“say it again,” he growled, slapping his thick cock against your tongue.

“want you to ruin me,” you moaned, throat already sore, legs trembling. “use me, please—”

he grabbed your face, spit into your mouth, and smeared it across your cheek with his thumb.

“you are mine to use,” he snarled, shoving you onto your stomach, pinning your wrists behind your back with one hand as the other lined up his cock and slammed into you hard.

you screamed.

he didn’t stop. fucked you deep, rough, relentless. left handprint bruises on your ass, bite marks on your shoulder, scratches down your back.

“cry for me,” he grunted, “scream if it hurts. i wanna hear it.”

you came with your cheek pressed into the sheets and your legs shaking.

“good little girl,” he said, voice raw. “can’t get enough, can you?”

and he kept going until you passed out.

𝐑𝐘𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀

you said it like a prayer.

“sukuna—please—i want you to break me.”

he laughed. Laughed.

“you want pain?” he sneered, licking his fangs. “i’ll give you more than you can handle, little whore.”

he slapped you across the face first—just to see how you took it. and when your eyes fluttered, lips parted, thighs squeezed together?

he lost it.

he spat in your mouth, made you open wide and swallow.

he pulled your hair so hard you cried out, shoved his cock in your throat and made you gag, tears dripping off your chin.

he called you his “dirty bitch,” his “pretty little hole,” his “favorite toy.”

and you loved it.

“no one else could take me,” he whispered, voice laced with cruelty as he fucked you stupid. “only you. my pathetic little fuckdoll.”

you came sobbing. overstimulated. used. ruined.

and he kissed your cheek after. just to mock you.

authors note: yeaaa… this was in the drafts if u cant tell!

꒰🫧꒱ 𝐀 𝐍𝐄𝐖 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 ⟢ ft. Katsuki Bakugo ‧₊˚ . ꣑୧

sypnosis ☆ prince bakugo was known for his fiery temper and hotheaded nature. but.. when he met the princess of dawn her calm beauty had an unexpected effect on him ⸝⸝ ᰔ ̫ ᰔ⸝⸝

content warnings ☆ long fic! multiple parts, fluff, angst, fantasy, no quirk au but some powers here and there, super cute, bakugo has anger issues ( of course ) fighting, mentions of wars, reader is a black female, threatening, black mailing, arranged marriage ( ? ), suggestive but no smut until later in the story, bakugo is 23, reader is 20, mentions of murder, suicide, & death, honorable mentions- prince! todoroki, prince! izuku, prince! kirishima, knight! tenya, knight! shinso, princess! ochaco, princess! yaoyorozu (::̲̅:̲̅:♡::̲̅:̲̅:̲̅) ⭐️

word count ☆ 2.4k

part 1 | …

the people of ashira feared their prince.

they feared the fire in his blood, the sharpness in his tongue, the way he looked at the world like it owed him something. bakugo katsuki had never been taught softness. he had been raised on war reports and swordsmanship. his hands were meant for battle, not bouquets.

so when word came that he was to marry — and not just marry, but marry the princess of dawn — he nearly shattered the goblet in his hand.

“this is a joke,” he spat.

queen mitsuki didn’t flinch. “this is a treaty.”

“i don’t need peace. i need my sword.”

“you’ll need a wife more. dawn controls the eastern trade, and their princess is the key.”

he scoffed. “what’s she like? cold? cruel? spoiled?”

the queen just smirked.

“you’ll see.”

the ride to solara took three days. the air smelled of oranges and salt. dawn’s lands were prettier than he’d expected — soft, golden, sun-warmed hills. the castle sat high on white cliffs above the sea, all pale marble and gold-veined towers. delicate. peaceful.

he hated it already.

the arrival was formal. guards lined the stone courtyard, trumpets echoed through the arches, and then—

you stepped forward.

bakugo blinked.

you were nothing like he imagined.

you wore a gown the color of blush roses, with lace at your collar and a ribbon in your hair. your skin shimmered in the sunlight, rich and warm, and your eyes— gods, your eyes. calm. kind. curious. like they saw everything and judged none of it.

you stepped lightly down the steps, hands folded in front of you. you curtsied low.

“welcome, your highness,” you said, your voice soft as silk. “i hope your journey was comfortable.”

bakugo stared at you like you were a ghost.

“…it was fine.”

you smiled, gentle and sweet, and he nearly forgot how to breathe.

☁️

that night, there was a formal supper in the high hall. candlelight danced off the crystal, and violins played low in the corners. you sat beside him, your gloved hands resting on your lap, posture graceful.

you didn’t speak much at first. just listened. watched.

then, quietly, you turned to him.

“i know this wasn’t your choice,” you said, “but i hope we might still learn to trust each other.”

he glanced at you.

you were so… gentle. so open. not a trace of mockery in your voice. and for the first time in years, he didn’t know what to say.

he cleared his throat.

“we’ll see.”

you didn’t press. just gave him a soft smile and returned to your meal.

he stared at his plate, scowling, but something inside him twisted strangely. it wasn’t anger. it wasn’t annoyance.

it felt almost like guilt.

the next morning came quietly, wrapped in sea mist and the scent of blooming myrielle flowers. dawn’s castle didn’t wake with noise — not like ashira’s. there were no harsh barks from generals, no echo of boots across stone, no alarms sounding drills. only the call of birds and the distant hush of waves breaking far below the cliffs.

bakugo hated it.

he stood by the wide glass doors of his guest chamber, shirt half-buttoned, watching sunlight spill across the tiled floor like it belonged here. he didn’t.

he hadn’t slept. couldn’t. too much silence. too much calm.

and you — you were worse than all of it.

you haunted his thoughts like perfume.

he could still hear your voice in his head, soft as silk and sharp in a way that didn’t wound — it disarmed. you weren’t demanding. you weren’t proud. you weren’t trying to win him over.

you were just… real.

and he hated that it bothered him.

he clenched his jaw, turned from the window, and grabbed his sword from where it leaned against the chair. if nothing else, he could still practice.

☁️

you found him in the training yard that afternoon.

he was drenched in sweat, muscles flexing as he dragged the blade across the dummy again and again — not practicing anymore, but punishing. the dummy was splintered down the middle, straw guts spilling across the cobblestones.

you didn’t speak.

you stood quietly by the arched entryway, hands folded, your skirts trailing behind you like mist. you didn’t announce yourself. didn’t offer pleasantries.

you just waited.

and when he finally noticed you — breathing hard, chest rising and falling, hair stuck to his temple — he didn’t shout.

he just looked at you.

“…what?”

“i thought you might want something to drink.”

you stepped forward, lifting the silver pitcher in your hands. two glasses sat on the tray. one for him. one for you.

he stared at them like they were some kind of trap.

“…you didn’t have to.”

“i know.”

you poured the water slowly. not like a servant. like a queen in her own right — steady, sure, unbothered by his bristling energy.

he took the glass from you with a grunt. your fingers brushed. he pretended not to feel it.

“you always this calm?” he muttered.

“no,” you said. “just with you.”

his brows lifted slightly. “why?”

“because if i’m loud, you’ll be louder. and i don’t think the walls can take it.”

it was meant as a joke. not cruel. not sharp. just soft truth, wrapped in silk.

he huffed — almost a laugh.

“you’re not scared of me?”

you looked up at him, eyes full of something steady and warm.

“should i be?”

he held your gaze.

longer than he meant to.

“…probably.”

but you only smiled.

“then you’ll just have to prove me wrong.”

☁️

that evening, you walked the gardens with princess ochaco and knight shinso. you spoke of the upcoming ball, of the treaty’s terms, of the possibility of rain next week. normal things. light things. but your thoughts weren’t light.

you kept thinking about the way he looked at you.

like he was trying to figure you out and didn’t like that he couldn’t.

like he wanted to be angry, but didn’t know where to aim it anymore.

like he wanted to say something, but didn’t know how.

“you’re quiet tonight,” ochaco said gently, linking her arm with yours. “is it him?”

you didn’t deny it.

“he’s not what i expected,” you said.

shinso hummed. “i doubt he expected you either.”

☁️

across the castle, in the council chamber, bakugo stood with his hands behind his back, staring down at a map of the continent. red pins marked ashira’s defenses. gold ones for dawn. too many pins. too many dead.

prince todoroki leaned against the table beside him, silent for a moment before saying,

“she doesn’t deserve your temper.”

bakugo tensed.

“i never said she did.”

“then don’t give it to her.”

bakugo glared. “why do you care?”

todoroki met his eyes — calm, cool, unreadable.

“because this is the first time i’ve seen you shut up and listen.”

bakugo scoffed, but didn’t argue.

because he was right.

☁️

the next morning, a letter appeared on your pillow.

sealed with plain wax. unsigned.

“call off the wedding. you don’t know what he’s done.”

your heart beat slower as you read it. then faster. your fingers curled tight around the paper.

you read it twice. then a third time. then folded it neatly, rose from bed, and dressed yourself with care.

you didn’t go to the queen.

you didn’t panic.

you went to him.

☁️

he was in the hall outside the library, arguing with one of his knights — tenya, if you remembered correctly. something about patrol routes, about defensive formations. he was sharp, animated, his hands moving as he spoke.

then he saw you.

and he stopped.

“you,” you said softly, holding up the folded letter. “we need to talk.”

tenya bowed and left without a word.

you stepped into a side room. he followed, closing the door behind him.

you handed him the letter.

he read it once, jaw tight. read it again. then crumpled it in his fist, eyes dark with something colder than fire.

“you got one too, didn’t you?” you asked.

he nodded.

you watched him for a moment.

then, gently,

“are they right?”

his head snapped up.

you held his gaze.

“have you done something terrible?”

his throat worked as he swallowed.

“…yeah.”

your chest ached, but your voice didn’t waver.

“do you regret it?”

“…some of it.”

you stepped closer.

“then it matters. and we can deal with the rest.”

he blinked.

like he didn’t understand you.

like no one had ever said something like that to him before.

“you’re not leaving?” he asked.

“no,” you said. “i made a vow. even if it’s not official yet.”

a pause.

then softer, “and i think there’s good in you.”

he stared at you like you were a dream.

then, slowly, he said,

“i don’t know how to be soft.”

“i don’t need soft,” you said gently. “just honest.”

the look in his eyes shifted.

like something was cracking.

like something old was letting go.

and for the first time, he stepped closer without anger in his chest.

just… something warmer.

something dangerous in a completely different way.

the sun was high and lazy when you spread the blanket across the grass the next morning.

soft white linen, pinned down at the corners with smooth river stones. the garden around you buzzed quietly — bees in the lavender, birds in the cherry trees, wind rustling through leaves like gossip. and above it all, the sky stretched wide and blue.

you were already barefoot, skirts lifted just enough to keep them from the dirt, a little flower tucked behind your ear. you’d packed the basket yourself — fruit, little cakes, iced tea, lemon biscuits.

and bakugo?

he showed up late.

scowling, of course.

he had a branch stuck in his hair.

“what is this?” he muttered, hands on his hips, eyeing the blanket like it had personally offended him.

“a picnic,” you said cheerfully, patting the spot beside you. “don’t look so scared.”

“i don’t do picnics.”

“you do now.”

he muttered something under his breath but sat anyway, arms crossed, legs stiff.

you offered him a peach.

he glared at it.

“…it’s fruit.”

“yes.”

“not meat. not bread. fruit.”

“that’s what makes it fun.”

he snatched it from you and took a bite like it owed him money.

juice dripped down his wrist. he wiped it with the back of his hand, scowling deeper. you tried not to giggle.

“you know,” you said, leaning back on your elbows, “for someone so scary in battle, you’re really bad at relaxing.”

“i relax fine.”

“you’re sitting like the picnic is a trap.”

“it could be.”

you rolled your eyes, grinning.

he watched you from the corner of his eye, then slowly — very slowly — eased his arms down and leaned back beside you.

your elbows touched.

he didn’t move away.

“see?” you said. “not so bad.”

he grumbled. “still dumb.”

but he took another bite of the peach.

and when your skirt brushed his leg, he didn’t flinch.

☁️

after a while, you passed him a slice of cake — soft vanilla with orange cream, baked fresh that morning. he bit into it like he expected poison and blinked in surprise.

“…this is good.”

you smirked. “you’re welcome.”

“you didn’t make it.”

“i picked it.”

“barely counts.”

you gasped, mock offended, and tossed a grape at him. it bounced off his shoulder.

he blinked.

“…did you just throw food at me?”

“what are you gonna do about it?” you teased, eyes twinkling.

he grabbed a handful of berries and chucked one back. it hit your sleeve.

you both stared.

and then, you laughed — head tilted back, mouth wide, full of joy.

and bakugo…

bakugo didn’t laugh.

but he smiled.

not the crooked smirk he gave enemies before burning them alive. not the sneer he wore at court.

a real one.

small. quiet. almost shy.

you caught it.

you didn’t say anything — just tucked your legs under yourself and leaned a little closer.

“have you thought about the wedding?” you asked after a minute, brushing crumbs from your lap.

he snorted. “what about it?”

“what it’ll look like. where we’ll have it. what we’ll wear.”

he gave you a sideways look.

“…you care about that?”

“of course i do.”

you plucked a daisy from the grass and twirled it between your fingers.

“i know this wasn’t either of our choices, but… if we have to do it, i want it to be beautiful.”

he watched the way your fingers moved over the petals. the way your eyes softened when you talked about beauty like it was a language. like it was something worth believing in.

“…i thought you’d want something huge. full court. big ballgown. glitter.”

you wrinkled your nose. “i want music. and food. and flowers. but not the rest.”

“what color flowers?”

you blinked. “what?”

“for the wedding.”

you hesitated.

“…pink. and gold. maybe some cream roses. and sunlilies.”

he nodded slowly.

“sounds like you.”

your heart did a little skip.

you picked at the hem of your sleeve. “what about you? what would you wear?”

he shrugged. “black.”

“obviously.”

“…maybe red. just a little.”

you smiled. “and the cake?”

“it better be big.”

“you’re so romantic.”

he smirked again. “i’m hungry.”

you both laughed.

and then it quieted.

not awkward. just still.

you looked at him, the way the light kissed his skin, the way the shadows danced under his lashes. and softly,

“i think i’m glad it’s you.”

he turned to you.

eyes wide.

unsure.

“…what?”

“i’m glad it’s you,” you said again. “i thought it would be someone who didn’t care. someone who’d pretend. but you… you don’t pretend. and you do care. you just don’t know how to show it yet.”

he stared at you.

and for once — no walls. no fire. just something raw and quiet in his eyes.

“you really think that?”

“i do.”

a long pause.

then he reached out — slow, like he was afraid you’d disappear — and brushed a petal from your shoulder.

his fingers lingered.

“…you’re too good for me.”

you smiled, soft and steady.

“lucky for you, i don’t believe that.”

and in the hush that followed, he leaned in just enough for your shoulders to touch again. for your knees to knock. for your hearts to start syncing up — not by force, but by choice.

and neither of you said another word.

you just watched the sky together, side by side, under the warmth of a sun that had finally stopped feeling so far away.

author’s note: hello! i hope u like it.. i was high as ever writing this and its been in my drafts since feb so sorry for grammar mistakes!

୧‿̩͙ ˖︵ ꕀ⠀ ♱⠀ ꕀ ︵˖ ‿̩͙୨

⋆˙⟡ — 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐔𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐀 ｡𖦹° hello! welcome to my blog ❀ ciani ( cici ) ☆ eighteen, black female, she/they, english/french, writer for anime, MDNI, geto, armin, gyomei & katsuki’s baby doll ᰔ ᩚ ‧₊˚

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Only Me

summary : sukuna destroys everything you love except one thing

recommended songs : emperor's clothing by ptad

gender : gender neutral

This was something anyone could have predicted, and anyone could have seen it coming. Why didn’t you? Why couldn’t you see how terrifying he truly was? It was because you imagined a story where Sukuna wasn’t so bad, where he helped Yuji along with you and the other sorcerers.

But that wasn’t who Sukuna was. He was a ruthless king who slaughtered and murdered millions of people and children. Someone who killed off thousands of people in less than two minutes as he smiled. He enjoyed it all.

“The only thing you can love,” Sukuna circled you as you were trapped inside his domain. Standing in the water that went up to your ankles and standing in the red glow of his realm.

You felt small in such an expansive and empty place. Sukuna smirked, enjoying seeing how weak you looked and how powerless you felt. He had complete and total control over you now, and he knew that you understood this.

You sank to the floor, dropping on your knees as your hands started to feel painfully numb. Your eyes were glassy. Your heart felt as if it had been slowly and intimately torn from your chest and crushed in front of your eyes.

Your body wasn’t able to move, your mind couldn’t process any new information, and your eyes weren’t focused on anything. Sukuna stopped circling in front of you and grazed one of his fingers across your cheek. Staring deep into your eyes as a tear rolled down your cheek as you made no noise. Your face wasn’t screwed up with pain. Your body wasn’t shaking.

You weren’t letting out cries of agony and sorrow. You were just feeling the hurt creep into your heart. It infected your core like a disease and spread through every inch of your body until you appeared to be drowning in despair. Nothing had ever felt this wrong before. Nothing had ever hurt this much before.

Sukuna’s smirk deepened as he leaned in close to your face. He whispered into your ear. His voice smooth, it was bewitching, and his breath was steamy against the side of your face as he spoke. You could hear the superiority he felt through his words.

“is me.”

He put a finger under your chin and hovered his lips above yours. The twisted, slight grin still present on his lips as you could do nothing. Nothing but stay still as you remained in your helpless state. “Now, beg for my love in return.”

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Come Back to Bed with Me

Nicolas Brown x Reader X Worick Arcangelo

Sleeping with Nicolas and Worick is like sleeping between two ovens.

It was muggy again tonight.

In the corner of the room, the old electric fan wheezed away, blowing tepid air across the space and into your cramped, sweltering bed. Its buzzing accompanied the distant sound of nightlife filtering in from your open window and the sounds of the two souls sleeping on either side of you. Worick’s snores to your right almost covered the gentle rasping of Nicolas’s breaths, both of them completely out for the count despite the heat. But considering that both of them were responsible for the excess swelter pressing in on you, you weren’t surprised that they’d be immune to it.

Bastards. How dare they come into your bed, take up your space, and ramp up the temperature with their in-built, biological furnace system? It was your turn with the bed, so it was unfair that you couldn’t even get it to yourself tonight.

‘It was too loud!’ Worick had insisted.

Nicolas had simply hovered behind the blond, too sleepy to even attempt signing anything. A mistake on your end by looking at Worick’s puppy eyes ultimately led you to open the door wider and allow the two of them in.

Though, you guess it was your fault for allowing them to squeeze into bed with you in the first place. There was a perfectly good couch and plenty of floor space you could’ve gone to or made them sleep on if you really had minded. But you didn’t, the weight of their bodies beside you so deeply familiar that sometimes you struggled to fall asleep without them. Though sometimes the heat that you so coveted on colder days turned against you.

You laid still for a few moments, calculating how you’d escape without either Nicolas waking up or Worick latching onto you. After a moment of consideration, you slowly sat up, wiggling to the foot of the bed before slipping off there. The blonde mumbled something and rolled over, arms latching on the pillow you placed there as a victim as you vacated. Sighing in relief, you gave them one last look before tiptoeing out of the room.

It was cooler in the kitchen, but not by much as you fanned yourself with the collar of your oversized shirt (okay, Worick’s shirt, but he couldn’t fit in it anyway). Droplets of water splashed over the rim of your cup as you filled it, soon abandoning the whole thing as it took too long and sticking your hands under it. Cool water filled up your cupped palms, and you ducked down to sip from them before splashing the rest over your face and washing the sweat off.

Cooled down to a satisfying degree, you switched the water off but remained drowsily hunched over the sink, yawning occasionally. Water dripped down your features, but you were too tired to wipe it away. The thought of going back didn’t appeal to you, shuddering at the idea of sweaty skin and sticky sheets.

Your head dipped, eyes slipping closed as you began to doze off right where you stood. The slight sounds of footsteps approached, but you didn’t bother moving, knowing exactly who it was by the sound.

Fingers pinched the side of your cheeks, and you let out a groan as they tugged. “Hey, weirdo.”

“Mmmgrrghh.”

Worick chuckled affectionately, letting go of your face as your hand came up to swat at him. “What’re you doing out here?”

“Was thirsty,” you said. “‘N hot.”

His singular sleep-filled eye scanned your features, seeing how the collar of your shirt and skin was dotted with water. “Looks like you got more water on yourself than anything.”

“Was hot.”

He shook his head in exasperation. “C’mon, it’s late. Let’s go back to bed.”

“Don’ wanna.”

“I’ll open the window.”

“‘S already opened. And the fan’s on.”

You didn’t reply as your eye caught movements from behind Worick, leaning to the side to spy Nicolas stumbling into the room. “Oh, Nicky’s awake.

He signed something, movements sloppy and dragging as you tried to see what he was saying, but couldn’t due to the darkness.

Waving to catch his attention, you said and signed, “Sorry, I can’t really see what you’re saying. It’s dark.”

Nicolas let out a few unintelligible grumbles, a warm hand coming up to grab your wrist and tug you with him. Worick’s arm settled over your shoulders, his weight comforting as he leaned drowsily into you.

“Guys…” you whined, hand hitting Nicolas’s arm while following them back into the bedroom. “It’s too hot in there.”

“We can sleep on the floor,” the blonde suggested, slightly kicking at Nicolas’s calf to get his attention. His arm did leave your shoulders, but hooked around and tugged you closer for him to sign and speak, “It’s cooler down there since our whiny baby can’t handle this heat.”

“Fuck you,” you replied without any heat. “You two are a pair of furnaces.”

Nicolas stopped and let go of your wrist to sign, “Want us to leave?”

“No,” you quickly said. “Let’s just sleep on the floor. I wanna do that.”

Worick nodded. “Alright. And, you, don’t suggest something for somebody else!”

Nicolas blinked slowly, catlike as he moved forward and opened the bedroom door. You went ahead and tugged the blanket off the bed, Nicolas tossing the pillows down, while Worick unplugged the little fan on the table to relocate it on the floor where its wind could reach you. With the three of you working together, a comfortable area was quickly established, and you plopped down in the middle, settling into your spot with a satisfied sigh. Nicolas nudged you over, settling to your right as he set his katana down at the edge of the sleeping spot. Worick flopped down onto your other side, yawning loudly as he scratched the scruff on his chin. Before you could move, he rolled over to throw an arm over you, fingers latching onto Nicolas’s shirt.

“You’re heavy as hell,” you muttered, hand coming up to tug at strands of his hair. You turned to Nicolas to make sure he saw your lips as you asked them. “What were you guys doing up, anyways?”

“You weren’t in bed,” Worick replied simply.

Nicolas’s eyes glinted as they caught the moonlight, the Twilight blinking slowly in a catlike manner. 

You huffed and smiled, wiggling in your spot to find a more comfortable position. Your hand on his side sought out his and you curled your pinky over his. “I see. Sorry, I woke you guys up. I’ll make sure not to be gone for too long next time.”

Worick huffed. “You better.”

On the floor it was slightly cooler, but still not by much. But you didn’t complain as you felt their warmth press in on either side of you. Though none of you said it, it was always this way, the three of you so used to each other’s presence at night that the absence of one was always felt. 

The room fell back into its quiet nighttime ambiance as you all settled, three puzzle pieces clicking into each other.

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When you first joined Fairy Tail, you also had brought your younger brother along too as he was the only family you have after both of your parents died after an attack in the town you lived.

Your brother. James, was a constant troublemaker, constantly pissing off and insulting the people around him like no trouble.

It constantly got him into trouble and you always had to apologize and reason with the person sometimes.

Sometimes they let it go, but other times other people would get pissed off like badly.

Like when you first arrived at Fairy Tail, James immediately insulted the guild master, Makarov for his height.

Even though Makarov was pissed, he didn't let it get to him as he knew James was only a child without a filter.

Even though James enjoys causing trouble and insulting everyone, his target was always Natsu or Gray.

It seems he enjoys their reaction, and on how they can't do anything whenever you apologize to them for his actions.

But it was mostly Gray.

As James caught on more faster than anyone else that Gray had a crush with you.

So, he constantly mocked him.

He knows Gray can't get mad whenever you apologize.

But there was one person Gray can't tease or mocked, and it was Erza as he found her scary.

Natsu, Happy and James often argued about food and such, or Natsu being pissed off whenever James pulls a prank on him.

And when Lucy came along, she became Jame's no.2 target when it comes to his pranks.

Wendy could stand up for herself when it comes to James but had trouble to properly say it so Carla sometimes had step in.

The guild, though they found annoying of James troublesome actions, didn't mind as it brought more life in the guild.

And they couldn't get mad at you, whenever you go off apologizing to every person that James insulted.

Natsu relationship was the same as everyone else, you two were on friendly terms and constantly snitched whenever James made trouble without you knowing.

He likes seeing the little brat being put on timeout.

Erza and Lucy were like your sisters, you two went out and made sure the boys babysit James whenever they saw you tired and needing a break.

They made sure, you have fun and enjoy your life without James troublesome attitude.

And sometimes even babysit James themselves whenever you need time for yourself.

Wendy, was the same story along with Lucy and Erza

As for Gray..

You two became a couple just after an year you joined the guild along with your brother.

You two became close as you two ice make mages.

You helped each other out, and give tips to each other.

The two of you trained together, and Gray helped to improve your ice make skills as he was much more experience than you were.

Gray grew to become fond of you as you two grew closer.

Eventually catching feelings for you.

He confessed when the guild was playing truth or dare.

It was party for the guild's founding anniversary, and he became jealous when one of the members dared another to kiss your cheek.

Gray was jealous as hell and after the party, he confessed. He couldn't bear the thought of another man's lip anywhere near yours.

You accepted it making Gray feel overjoyed at your answer.

And when James saw you two began dating.

It was like the two began to feud for your attention.

James was a clingy younger brother, as you were the only he had left and his older sister and sorta mother figure to him.

Of course, he would jealous that another man was stealing his sister's attention.

It was like two began to secretly compete over your attention.

Even if James was three years old, Gray would constantly be at odds with him.

Like both of them were grown ass man.

Well one was.

But the both of them came into a agreement of protecting you from other people, especially men.

James would use his troublesome tactics whenever someone tries to flirt with you.

Or by saying outright "Mama! Papa is here!" While pointing at Gray who was coming over.

They would set their differences aside just to protect you from other men, even though you were cable of doing so yourself.