Your Relationship With Sukuna Was On Its Last Legs. You Tried To Make Things Work, But He Was As Difficult

submissive dally or darry please i beg

Brat

Synopsis: Submissive! Dally gets overstimulated and edged as a punishment for his bratty behavior.

Tags/cws: Handjobs, edging, overstimulation, bratty Dally, oral, consent has been given (consent is sexy), GN! reader, mentions of safeword (he doesn't safeword), very short read.

"Fu-Fuuck you!" He moaned as he tried to squirm away from your hand. "Let me cum you bi-Bitch!"

"Dallas, we talked about this. You want to cum, you ask for it nicely." You whispered as you circled his tip again. "You going to ask nicely you brat?"

"No! God fucking damnit, let me cum!" He hissed as he tried to grab your wrist only to have his hand slapped away and all his stimulation stopping. "No... No! Let me cum, Pleasee!"

"Begging already? I thought that would take longer..." You mused as you leaned down and gently sucked on the tip of his dick. Dally squirmed and reached for your hair only to have his hand smacked again, his gaze met with a warning glare.

"Fuck.... Fuuuck!" He moaned loudly as he came, his body thrashing about as he finally got his sweet release... Only... It didn't stop. Dally's eyes opened when he didn't feel you stop. "What the fuck are you doi-doing?" He snapped, staring down at you while trying to push your head off.

"You wanted to cum, so you'll cum. Safeword?" A smile rested on your lips as you watched his face, still stroking him.

"Crayon." He muttered as his head fell back down onto his pillow, his body tensing as he got close to another orgasm. "Good boy..."

bump all of that sad shit I js wrote

imagine leaving hickeys all over tobios neck, he isn't used to anything like this and definitely has a sensitive neck.

He sits on your bed leaning back on his hands completely unsure what to do. Small breaths leaving him as his eyes flutter he doesn't know what to do with the slight tinge of pain he feels when you nip at his skin, lightly biting down or even sucking harshly into his skin creating heavily pigmented marks.

You love how they look on his rather fair and pale skin, only stopping to take a look at your boyfriend his face red and his heart racing. You look at him only to see those gorgeous deep blue eyes staring right back at you, his pupils blown wide and his eyebrows furrowed in frustration.

There was a small pout lingering on his face he enjoyed what you were doing alot more than he'd let on. You kissed him deeply moaning lightly into the kiss as one of his hands lifted from the bed to wrap around your hip. He let shaky mewls fall straight into your mouth, you pull away from the kiss slowly biting his lower lip with a grin and a giggle.

He groaned at the small laugh you let out, turning away and leaving his neck wide open for you to attack some more. You did just that, licking and biting at his neck kissing gently and blowing on his ear. Surprisingly that flustered him more than you thought, a strangulated noise leaving him as he pushes you away lightly. He covered his face with his arm as his breaths were quick and timid.

Tobio was putty in your hands honestly, willing to do whatever you told him to.

Hey, do you by any chance have an account on AO3 named as colonelgoober? I'm asking you this because I found your fic Heart of Glass on that account. I would be upset if that account isn't yours and still uploaded my favorite masterpiece.

Yep. I'm colonelgoober on Ao3!

Helloo if I may ask can you do where kusuke makes a little device that removes saiki's x-ray vision and seeing that the reader is pretty?

Pls say yes AND thanks for reading my request beautiful person that i adore 😎.

:3

This was a thought that once occurred in my head; whether I can verbalize my thoughts and write them down is another can of worms.

tiny drabble, may expand on this one, tbh. Not proofread 💔 (none of my works are)

Kusuo knew opening packages from his brother was a mistake—though his mother insisted. Good grief.

He half expected some weird prototype, or even some freaky gag gift—the usual. What did he find? New glasses and antennas, which was odd. His glasses worked fine, maybe it was some sort of prank? His antennae was quite fine as well.

‘To my dear little brother,’

‘I write and deliver to you, my newest prototype! I wish you enjoy my latest findings, and thank me for them. You must use the new set together, you cannot mix and match them!’

‘Warm Regards,’

‘S.K’

Just how annoying could his brother get?

With gentle precaution, Kusuo replaced his glasses and antennas. He didn’t notice any initial difference. Maybe it was some sort of prank? Would he feel a shock? Would he realize that kusuke is monitoring him now? All questions were answered when his father entered. How strange, he wasn’t muscle and tissue…but rather his father. Kusuo’s eyes widened by a small margin.

“Ku, your friend is downstairs, they’re here to see you.”

It was you, you were the only one his mother let in without calling him down first. Perhaps his mother sent his father as a messenger. He merely nodded, he didn’t need his father pestering him with his newfound sight. With his normal, silent grace, he followed his father halfway before she deviated to be in her room.

Nothing could prepare him for the first sight of someone that wasn’t his family. What words could he use? He never used beautiful, handsome, striking, cute, or pretty to describe an organism…so how could he describe you? How do you attribute pretty and cute properly? Sure, he’s seen photos of people, more or less skin, with or without his consent, but they’re not physical. You there and three dimensional. How could words describe you? Skin and eyelashes. Smile lines and crinkled eye corners. Pores and color. Your picture and your personality. Is this how attraction felt? Is this how boys felt when Teruhashi walked by?

No, it couldn’t be. You were the real thing, to him you would be the only real thing.

Very light fake plastic trees mention!!!

"tears"

fluff for the sukuna fans bc i've been in a soft sukuna mood

ryomen sukuna x reader

Synopsis: sukuna isn't a stranger to arguments with you, but when he catches you crying after a particularly harsh one, he finds himself scrambling to fix it... in his own way

to sum it up: sukuna is an asshole but he loves you, so he tries his best

WC: 3,296

Warning(s): a lil angst

You knew exactly what you were getting into when you first started a relationship with the infamous king of curses, but that didn’t mean it hurt any less when his tendency to be an asshole hurt your feelings. 

You know Sukuna isn’t a sentimental person who cares much for things like verbal reassurance, or consideration for the way the things he says can impact you, or anyone for that matter, but damn! Sometimes, he’s just too much of a jerk for you to handle, and Sukuna himself has no idea why your fragile human emotions sway you to be so affected by him. He doesn’t even think he’s said anything wrong the times in which you grow angry with him.

Now, Sukuna can handle your anger. Anger is good. Anger means that there is something he can react to, something he can tame or involve into your intimacies when he takes your mind off of silly arguments or subdues your attitude over what he deems to be small inconveniences. Anger is the only human emotion that he has felt himself in his many years of existence, so he knows what to expect. He understands it. He’s not, in the slightest, intimidated by it.

But what Sukuna finds he can not handle is the sound of your sniffles that resound from behind your door after you’ve just slammed it into his face. Sukuna angles his brows, pressing his ear to the door in confusion. Are you… cold? Coming down with a fever? What the hell are you sniffing your nose so much for?

Then he hears the meek gasps that intercept, the vocalization of pain that creeps into your weakened inhalations that accompany your damned sniffling. That’s when he realizes that you’re crying, and his pupils shrink slightly knowing that he has gone a little too far this time. 

Hell, how is he supposed to handle you crying? He can’t fuck your sadness away like he can with your irritation. He can’t mirror your sadness, since he has no clue what the hell it’s supposed to feel like. He can’t empathize with it either, for he has no idea what he could have done to bring tears to your eyes and empathy, well, it’s not in his vocabulary to begin with. It’s pathetic, he thinks, the way you have allowed him to bother you this much…

Yet it kills him to know that he’s the reason behind your tears.

He stands there for some time, unsure of what to do. Should he get Uraume to handle this? No, that may make things worse. You may want to be alone.

He turns to leave, but something stops him. He feels an ache in his chest, pressing his hand to his bicep. What the hell? What is this feeling?

He can still hear you crying, and somehow, it sounds like it’s getting worse, louder, or perhaps that is all in his head. He can no longer tell, but that sound you’re making is the only thing occupying his mind, and it’s ruining him. It’s making his chest tighten, his brow furrow, his lips press together tightly. He should leave, but he doesn’t want to. He doesn’t want to abandon you like this. 

Never once in his life has Sukuna felt remorse. Not even for all the times he has made you angry in the past when you two have had arguments. He is so quick to blame your reactions to things on your feeble human emotions. He is so quick to evade responsibility, or more so, refrain from guilting himself over the things he is responsible for. He is so quick to dismiss you, but it’s always fine because he has never witnessed you grow sad over his behavior, not until now.

Sukuna turns back to your door slowly. His hand flies to grab the handle to throw the door open, but he hesitates. He’s unsure of what’s happening to him, for he’s never hesitated before in his life. This, you crying, him second guessing himself, it’s all so new and he hates it. He needs to fix this immediately. 

What do you humans like when you are upset? There’s a word that’s slipping his mind, one he always hears you pester him for but turns down repeatedly. He had found the concept so irrelevant that he hadn’t even bothered to recall what it’s called.

He crosses his arms and stares ahead harshly in thought, then it comes to him. An apology! Yes, that’s what it is. But of course, you can’t expect him to verbalize such a thing. You must want something as a gift. A physical representation of his desire not to see you cry. He rushes off to locate Uraume for preparations.

About an hour later, you’re curled up on your bed and facing the wall with a blank stare. Your tears stopped a while ago, and since you hadn’t heard from Sukuna, you assumed he just didn’t care about your feelings. Like always.

“Oi,” a gruff voice through the door startles you. You jump and turn over, curling your brows in confusion at the sound of Sukuna’s voice. For a moment, you don’t believe he is speaking to you, so you wait some time to see if he will speak again. “I know you can hear me in there,” his voice sounds again, and you groan.

“Go away,” you tell him, flipping back over.

Sukuna, on the other side of the wall, clicks his tongue in agitation. “Quit your pouting and come open this door.”

“No. Until you learn how to treat me better, I don’t want to see you.”

Treat you better? Sukuna doesn’t understand this nonsense. You live in his large estate, you’re pampered by servants, showered with gifts and homemade meals, you sleep by his side every night, and he allows you to disrespect him far more often than he should. Not to mention, he has his arms full of presents at this very moment that are preventing him from opening the door himself. How can he possibly treat you any better than he’s already treating you?

He growls lowly and closes his eyes in irritation. “If you open the door, your mood will improve.”

“I don’t want anything other than what I just said.”

Sukuna’s eye twitches. Why are you so damn difficult? “What is your-”

“Go. Away.”

Oh. Alright, then. 

You sit up abruptly when Sukuna’s foot breaks in the door with a loud crash. You stare with wide eyes, the door, now off its hinge, creaking open weakly to reveal the king of curses with his arms full of several bouquets of flowers.

“What the fuck, Sukuna?!” you cry. He only stares frustratedly as he walks into the space univinted.

“This was going to go on for too long if I hadn’t done something,” he says, approaching the side of your bed.

“You can’t just- fuck! What is wrong with you?”

Okay… this is already going poorly. 

This is not the reaction he had desired from you, and perhaps he should have revisited the idea of kicking in the door, but he had been growing impatient. Despite his big talk, he doesn’t like when you speak to him in such a cold way. He doesn’t like being separated from you. He doesn’t like not being able to see your face, and after all the work he has just done to collect these plants for you, he can not tolerate being turned away. 

“Must you be so dramatic?” he tsks. “Do you not see what I have brought to you? Don’t you humans like these things?”

You stare at him incredulously, mouth agape. Sukuna can see the tear stains clear on your face, and his heart clenches again. God, why is that sight so abominable? 

He holds his arms out, presenting the flowers to you as if you could have possibly missed them. “They are yours. Take them and be done with this.”

“Be done with what, Sukuna?” you shake your head, face scrunched.

“With your tantrum- your tears, and the sniffles. Be done with them now. Here.”

You scoff. “Do you even know why you're giving these to me?”

Sukuna raises a brow. “To cease your tantrum. As I just said.”

“I can’t with you sometimes, Sukuna. Honestly.” 

“This is really the thanks that I get for bringing you these damn flowers? I thought you were supposed to like things like this. Why would you make me waste my time?”

“If you think it’s a fucking waste of time to bring me flowers, then there’s your problem right there,” you raise your voice, pointing at him accusingly. Sukuna’s face hardens. He thinks you’re getting angry again, but he can still see the sadness behind your eyes. You look almost… defeated. “And if you knew me at all, you’d know that I never cared about any of that stuff. I never cared about the flashiness or the gifts or whatever the fuck.”

Sukuna lowers his hands, letting the bouquets drop carelessly to the floor. “Now you are accusing me of not knowing you?” he seethes. “I’m not sure when you decided that it was acceptable for you to speak to me this way, but I will not tolerate it. I do nothing but dote on you, you ungrateful brat.”

“Yeah, sure, you dote on me, and then you turn around and berate me and call everything I feel stupid because you don’t care to even try to understand why some of the things you say are not okay!”

Sukuna walks closer to invade your personal space, leaning in to glare angrily at you as you do the same. This is what he knows. This is what he chooses to respond to. Not the curl in your brow, not the tremble of your lips, not the unsteadiness of your voice, but your anger. “Why should I care if all you do is whine,” he grumbles. 

You clamp your mouth shut as a lump forms in your throat. Sukuna watches you unravel before him, and while he tries to keep an unmoved expression, he is internally panicking when he sees your eyes gloss over again and your nose flare. 

Shit. He’s supposed to be making you feel better. How has he gone and made things worse again? Why is he incapable of understanding how to be what you want him to be?

You take in a trembling inhale as your hands clench and unclench at your sides. You don’t want him to see you cry. You don’t want him to call you weak, but you can’t help the tear that breaks past your lashes and dashes down your cheek, a physical display of your heartache. 

Sukuna’s crimson eyes fly to the tear, and his brows smooth out against his intent. 

Shit. Shit. Shit.

You’re crying again, and it’s his fault. It’s always been his fault. What is this now that he’s feeling? Regret? Shame? Is that what is clawing at his chest and stripping him of his resolve? Making him wish to replay this entire interaction so that you do not appear before him with tears in your eyes once more? Is this what it is to fall? 

You rub angrily at your eyes and huff, turning away from him and plopping back down on your bed, back facing him. You shut yourself away, close yourself off, and deprive Sukuna of your pretty face for the second time today. “Just leave me alone. You’ve made it perfectly clear that you don’t give a fuck about me or anything, for that matter.”

Sukuna’s eyes widen slightly with the deepening of his frown. That ache he has felt in his chest spreads throughout his body, serving as tension in his back, head, and shoulders. You think he doesn’t care for you? What nonsense. You’re the only being on this planet who has made a millennia of existence worth living, and you think he doesn’t care?

Sukuna can not even pin the blame onto you this time around. He can not accuse you of overreacting, nor can he evade such a thing that is so clearly his doing. He has made you feel uncared for, and while his temper may get out of hand, and his inability to fully comprehend the plagues of the human mind gets in the way, and he never tells you that he loves you, making you feel unloved is the last thing he ever meant to do. 

“Hey,” he mumbles, but you do not move. You cling to yourself for comfort because you do not believe he can provide any for you. “Brat-” he starts, but rethinks. He reaches his hand out to you. “(Y/n). Enough of this.”

“I don’t want to see you right now, Sukuna. Can’t you respect at least that for once?” you croak. 

His hand freezes and he lets it fall. Respect. Understanding. That is what you want from him, and he has not been giving it to you. He has not been giving you anything that you request of him emotionally, for that matter. He has been neglecting your mental needs whilst overpowering you with the physical, and it’s drawn you away from him. 

He could force you to get up. He could drag you by your hair to his bedroom. He could make you look him in the eye, make you stay with him, make you stay silent about this from this point on and forever more. Sukuna has the power and the authority to do so…

But the idea is not appealing. Not in the slightest.

Sukuna wants you happy. He wants you to want to be with him willingly, and if he ignores your consent now of all times, it would be like throwing away the life he has built with you. Throwing away your desires, and Sukuna does not long for a world in which you are any more uncomfortable than you already are. 

He takes a step back, looking over the flowers that he has dropped, and accepts the will of the mortal he fell in love with. 

“I will be in my chambers if or whenever you wish to see me,” he says lowly, giving in. He moves to leave but stops himself once more. He never had stopped himself this much before. “...I apologize for making you cry. I will send someone to fix your door immediately.”

Sukuna is well on his way when he hears you shuffling behind him. He turns, admittedly hopeful for your reaction, and finds you peeking in confusion over your shoulder. “...What did you just say?” you whisper.

The king of curses stalls, looking directly into your eyes from across the room. He feels suddenly… weak. Vulnerable. For the first time, he has relented his power for you to take hold of, and it feels strange to say the very least. “Do you wish for me to repeat myself?”

You sit up slowly, turning around. You knuckle at your red nose, watching him suspiciously. “I do. I may have misheard you.”

He studies you for a moment until he realizes that you are being facetious. “You heard me the first time.”

“Maybe I just want you to say it again.”

Sukuna sighs heavily. “I did not intend to make you cry, nor did I intend to make you feel as though I do not care for you. That is a foolish thought, but I understand I do not convey the depth of my feelings for you the way you wish me to convey it.”

You look dumbfounded as you stare at him in silence. Sukuna clicks his tongue, unsure of how you are going to respond. 

“Quit staring at me and say something, woman.”

“I just… never thought…” you trail off, swallowing harshly. “I never thought you would ever say something like that to me.”

“You will only hear me say such things when you are- when I’ve made you unhappy,” he clarifies firmly. Your nose twitches, an involuntary movement that Sukuna catches and finds entirely too adorable. Your eyes are still damp, but your breathing has evened out. 

“That’s the first,” you quip.

“Enough.”

You press your lips together, glancing at the flowers Sukuna brought you. Just then, you notice that they are your favorite. 

You tell yourself you knew what you were getting into when you first started dating the king of curses, but at times you forget that Sukuna is in fact a demon, and a king at that. He does not believe in any better than what he is.

“You hurt my feelings, Sukuna,” you say softly. “Don’t you get what that means? At least for me?”

“No,” he responds honestly. “But I do see now that you have different needs. And I understand that I refuse to watch you cry if there is something I can do about it.”

You try to remain angry with him. You try to keep yourself distanced, but you can not help the way that you are softening, and Sukuna notices. A hint of a smirk curves at the corner of his lips. 

“Is that all I had to say to make this better?”

“Shut the hell up,” you hiss. “It wouldn’t have killed you to apologize for the hundreds of other times we’ve fought, you know.”

“You weren’t crying the other times, woman.”

“It doesn’t matter,” you roll your eyes. 

Sukuna tilts his head, placing a hand on his hip. “You’re not still upset, are you?”

“Yes,” you pout, and he catches on.

“What is it you want now, to be pampered like a spoiled brat?” 

He makes the suggestion as if to offend you, but the two of you both know that he is hardly making a joke. “What I want is for you to fuck off.”

A chuckle rumbles in Sukuna’s throat as he makes his way over to you. You immediately break and screech when he yanks you forward by your ankle and loops you up into his arms before sitting down on your bed and setting you in his lap. 

He looks you dead in the eye and lifts a rough thumb, swiping stubbornly at your tear stains and your damp lashes. “Crybaby,” he mutters, and you swat his hand away.

“Whatever, asshole.” You push at his chest with weak contempt and he looks at you boredly.

“You’re pitiful,” he grumbles, gripping your chin securely and guiding it to him. His blood red eyes seep into yours, gazing intently. “No more tears, do you understand?”

“Then don’t make me sad.”

“I won’t,” he tells you confidently.

A smile twitches on your lips as you look over him, completely unfamiliar with this side of the king of curses. “Can you do one more thing for me, and then I’ll maybe think about forgiving you?” you bite your lip, pressing your finger to his broad shoulder.

Sukuna grunts. “More demands, huh? I suppose you know how to take advantage of a situation. What more do you want?”

You wrap your arms over his neck. “Tell me how much you care about me,” you sing. 

“Did I not just do so?”

“No, I want you to spell it out. Tell me you love me.”

“I highly tolerate you.”

“Tell me you loveeee me.”

“You are the only human being I do not frown upon.”

“Sukuna.”

“Christ, woman, you’re mine. Isn’t that enough?” he grits his teeth and you snort, patting his cheek gently. 

“For now.”

“Such a pest, you know that?” he mumbles, pushing in swiftly to press his lips firmly to yours in a swift peck. “Don’t ever say I don’t care for you again. It is the most false and offensive thing I have ever heard."

“Daddy sing!”

Youe three year old daughter squeals, standing on her tippy toes as she grabs the end of the couch as a support to stand up. Bouncing on her feet as she approaches her daddy. Requesting him to sing and you awkwardly cough, suppressing the laugh threatening to spill from your lips.

Knowing your daughter who takes after her father. It wasn't any good and you're here to witness that moment. “You want daddy to sing?” You asked your toddler. Your daughter enthusiastically nods as you take her hand to assist her in standing, there's a wobble on her steps but manages to balance on her own before letting her go to walk towards her daddy.

Her soft, fluffy white hair moves in sync with her actions. Her red eyes gleaming with mischief, although innocent and she still have not quite grasp what her actions is, it was obvious that she takes after her father.

“Daddy sing!” Your daughter demanded again and who is Sylus to deny what his daughter wanted.

It is known that Sylus, your husband have many talents but singing isn't one of them. His singing voice can be described as unique but to his daughter, his spoiled little princess finds it beautiful or rather entertaining.

Sylus picks up his daughter and placed her on his lap. The same blood ruby colored eyes stares at his own. Sylus gaze softens at his little princess and then he began to sing.

It didn't take long before his daughter bursts in fits of laughter. Her infectious cute giggles filling the room. “You're making fun of your daddy's voice, princess.”

“Nuh uh.” You daughter shakes her head in denial but her body vibrates with laughter. “Sing again, daddy!” Sylus obediently complies with her daughter's request.

As he sang, he glances at the mother of his children. You were laughing too while you rock the baby to sleep cradled in your arms. At least, he was entertaining both of his princesses. The little one in your arms is yet to join the moment. For now it is enjoying the luxury of sleep.

It is said that his singing voice is enough to make babies cry but to his daughter, it made her laugh. Similar to her mother who literally cried during your pregnancy with your daughter if he doesn't sing. He guesses his daughter must have gotten used to it as he sang in your round, pregnant belly.

Well, you love it. Sylus sings lullabies to you when you can't fall asleep and before you knew it, you wanted to hear him sing to you every night and your daughter wanted it too.

Sylus, the fearsome leader of the N109 Zone and runs the underground world is a father and husband who sings lullabies whenever her daughter wanted. It's hard to imagine he does that but you'll never find out. You'll be carrying it to the grave.

Sukuna having no clue on how to propose so you just randomly wake up one day with an engagement ring on your finger.

And you're just so confused and panicking and when Sukuna wakes up next to you and grumbles "You're being too loud, wife-to-be." you are even more thrown off.

"T-This isn't how you're supposed to do it!"

"And if I did it any other way, you would have still said yes."

"Well... yes. But that's not that point—!"

You can never win against this guy.

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TOJI FUSHIGURO. ꒱‎‎

listen to his voiceee. ⋆ cunt devouring. ⋆ massive size kink. ⋆ prone bone. ⋆ straddling his lap. ⋆ anal princess. ⋆ backshots. ⋆ pretty & shy girl blowjob. ⋆ pounding you in missionary.

CHOSO KAMO. ꒱‎

beneath the table. ⋆ cockwarming while he plays games. ⋆ squeaky girlfriend. ⋆ what a distraction. ⋆ pussy eating. ⋆ clit licking. ⋆ rubbing you off. ⋆ plap plap plap ! ⋆ tit worshipper.

NANAMI KENTO. ꒱‎

slow teasing. ⋆ soft choking. ⋆ ass groping. ⋆ kissing in lingerie. ⋆ somnophilia. ⋆ the vids he sends you at work. ⋆ warm & entwined. ⋆ gentle fingering. ⋆ rubbing your pussy for you.

GETO SUGURU. ꒱‎

slutty waist. ⋆ backshots. ⋆ love hate sex with your ex. ⋆ let me show you a trick. ⋆ ass eating. ⋆ hard pounding. ⋆ bathroom floor. ⋆ balancing on the wall. ⋆ rubbing you. ⋆ sideways.

GOJO SATORU. ꒱‎

dumbification. ⋆ backshots in a maid dress. ⋆ 69ing. ⋆ spread your legs & let him do his job. ⋆ taking it so well. ⋆ kinky shit p2. ⋆ tied & edged. ⋆ fucking in the backseat of his car.

SUKUNA RYOMEN. ꒱‎

schoolgirl fit (kunas ver.). ⋆ kidnapped. ⋆ personal use. ⋆ position goes crazy. ⋆ punishment in cuffs. ⋆ folded & munching your cunt. ⋆ rough fucking. ⋆ full nelson.

Hii can i request lad boys fake being drunk to get a reaction/pampered by reader who is difficult at showing emotions, but got soft after seeing them drunk?

uhhhh honestly i only wanted to write rafayel for this LMAO hes the only one i can see faking being drunk to do this so im only writing him for this sorry :(( not the others bc i just. my brain wont process it :((

Rafayel's eyes stared you at, a little unfocused in a way you were attributing to the alcohol. He knows he's just pretending but he also knows he's damn good at acting, He rests his head on his forearm and stares up at you with a look that's equal parts affectionate and bleary. Perfect.

You don't really say anything but he knows you've fallen for it when you sit up and start replacing his alcohol with water and trying to get him to eat something more than the snacks he was lightly picking at. He didn't even really drink that much but when you pull a blanket off his couch to wrap around his shoulders he can't stop the way his heart races at the soft show of affection.

He'll never tell you that whenever he does this he's fully aware of the fact that you think he's too drunk to remember anything. He doesn't want to abuse the trust you have for him so this will be his dirty little secret. He adores being able to just lean up against you and say nonsense that you actually respond to this time instead of ignoring, not wanting to make him sob dramatically as he did once before when he was wasted.

He only wishes you felt more comfortable showing him this side of yourself when he was sober, but he also is more than happy to let you show him the parts of you slowly over time. He'll wait patiently for that day to come but for now he'll enjoy how you're letting him put his head in your lap as you awkwardly try to show him more physical affection than you're used to.

self aware!m!rover x fem!reader

For a long time he felt alone, until you came along. The moment he could sense you take control of some of his movements and dialogue, he felt ... at peace. It was a feeling that he had been longing for.

He wasn't alone when he was traveling now, he didn't have to worry about companions that would come and go, and most importantly you would remain a constant during his journey, well, until he felt someone else take control.

He knew this person, your brother, you had complained about frequently when he would get on your nerves.

"Don't change my builds, ok? I just got Rover how I want him."

"You still main rover," your brother sounded surprised and a bit teasing as he moved rover around on the screen, much to Rover's dismay.

"He's my favorite character!"

"And here i thought it was Jiyan," your brother stated as he moved to a group of enemies.

Rover could see and hear your hesitation as your brother pressed down on the attack button.

"Well, Jiyan is pretty cool too," you muttered.

And rover could understand, to be honest, he always felt like he was competing for your attention anytime the general showed up on screen.

But moving on, Rover was starting to get tired of your brother. He didn't have the skills as you did. You were always careful to dodge and make sure a hit never landed on him, but your brother played with reckless abandon to the point that Rover's hp bar only a third full.

"Whatever you say, sis- Ow! The fuck?!"

He dropped the controller as you frowned and picked it up.

"What is it?"

"Your damn controller shocked me!"

Your brother rubbed his hand as he stood up to go "nurse" his hand. But you didn't see anything wrong with it anyway.

You rolled your eyes, "what a baby."

Turning to the screen, you hit the map button to teleport so Rover could be at full health.

Rover was glad you were in control again.