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[frankenstein-ate-my-left-shoe]

ITS MY BIRTHDAY 🎂🎉🥳🎈

[guinevereslancelot]

oughhhh new boss hasn't even fully taken over yet but she seems so incompetent 😬

[yoohyeon]

I got so freaking scared and confused, I don’t know how to react 😭

[tahani-family]

GAZA 😭😭🇵🇸🔗⬇️

support us we lost our home and our workes😔💔

My children are sick from the cold and the spread of diseases, and they are all in pain. I have been displaced with my children many times, and each time we had to bleed her precious evacuation money to buy transportation and transportation.

These conditions are absolutely catastrophic. It's the end of the world. No child, no mother, no person should have to go through this.

You can help by donating and sharing so we don't have to struggle anymore. All we are hoping for is to get enough money to evacuate to Cairo so we don't have to rely on the black market for simple things like food anymore.

You can help. 

Please take time out of your day to donate to my family, our campaign is moving very slowly and we need your help.

Please help my family get out of this hell. We, like all human beings, deserve safety, comfort, and warmth, and now you have a way to help provide these things for us.

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Dear, please don't let me down, we deserve life and we deserve your generosity and kindness towards us, you are our lifeline and with your generosity you give us life even a little, but you relieve us of injustice and the cursed war, you are the hope and life once again, be side by side hand in hand, we will make a big difference with faith, strength, will and determination, we will reach the goal, we are very close, I hope you participate and contribute if you can. 💜🇵🇸🍉🍉💐💐.

I am a mother of three beautiful little girls, Sana and Hanan. Hla has been sick recently and Hla needs to be vaccinated very soon, but I can tell you that the situation has been very difficult in Gaza and the campaign has been slow lately.

Thank you to everyone who donated and participated from the bottom of my heart, but my campaign needs more support and interaction. I think that my campaign did not receive the required interaction and attention. It is not my fault that I am Palestinian so that I do not receive support. I think that other campaigns and non-Arab campaigns take momentum from interaction and support. It is not my fault that a Palestinian is marginalized for the sake of my children, humanity, and children's rights. Help m🙏🏻🙏🏻💔💔.

My name is Tahani, I am 30 years old from Gaza and I have three very young children, Sana, Hanan and my youngest, Hala, who grew up during the war. Our house was destroyed, I was displaced several times and I am currently separated from the rest of my family - my husband, brothers, sisters and parents. I cannot tell you how stressed I am.

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I am doing my best to take care of my children by myself, despite facing hunger, thirst, disease and the threat of death. The other day, there was heavy shelling near me and another family close to us was killed. Life in Gaza is now hell and I tell you that we are living as if we are waiting for our turn to die.

I am Tahani from Gaza, I am 30 years old. I stand before you as a person trying to maintain my family. I am married and a mother of three children: Sana, who is seven years old, Hanan, who is five years old, and a girl named hla. She grew up during the war and in very harsh conditions that no human being can bear. I moved from the hospital directly to the tent. I cannot describe the extent of the suffering and difficulty of living in the tent.

But I need help. The situation in Gaza is very bad right now, with the IDF preventing aid from entering and the food, water and medicine that is available are very expensive. Please share and donate to help me and my children survive and eventually leave Gaza.

Thank you all. I hope you will support me to save my life and the lives of my children🇵🇸🍉🍉.

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We are trying to survive in miserable conditions in tents in Mawasi Deir al-Balah, south of Gaza. It is difficult for me to find the words to describe what we face every day in Gaza. No food, no medicine, no clean drinking water, oppression, helplessness, psychological pressure, doubts and daily trauma due to the loss of loved ones. In Gaza, it is not only hunger, disease and fear; it means actual death.

We have been forced to move more than 7 times, and my house has been completely destroyed, and I cannot provide enough milk, diapers, medicines, and vitamins for my children.💔🍉🇵🇸😭

Now, I find myself in this difficult situation, and I strongly and humbly ask for your help to save the lives of my family, especially my children, by getting us out of Gaza. The situation in Gaza has become unbearable due to slow death as a result of hunger, thirst, displacement, the spread of diseases and continuous bombing.🍉🇵🇸💔

The past months have been full of hell and horror. This war has gone on for too long, and our mental health and lives are constantly at risk. We have reached a point where there is no hope anymore in Gaza, as if we are waiting for death. Even if a ceasefire is reached, the devastation in Gaza in all its forms cannot be quickly repaired

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Your help will contribute greatly to alleviating our suffering. I hope you will share my story with your family and friends.💔💔

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Thank you for your kindness and generosity❤️.

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[cumironi]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY, BABY : GOJO SATORU, GETO SUGURU

summary. december has come and that is only mean one thing; gojo’s birthday. for the last few years, you have been celebrating his birthday together with geto and this year wasn’t any different— and gojo getting more and more spoiled than the last

warning. established relationship, fluff, crack, geto give gojo a kiss, gojo fell asleep while sucking your nipple.

p.s please don’t come at me, ik this is all over the place and didn’t focus entirely on gojo’ s birthday and just basically a mess. but i hope it is still enjoyable and DON’T COME AT ME FOR MAKING GEGO GAY A BITTTT 😭

11:30 pm.

you return the smile, your heart skipping a beat as you slowly close the door behind you, careful not to make a sound. the room feels cozy, a perfect contrast to the late hour, and you make your way deeper into the room, your footsteps light and purposeful.

you quietly peek through the door of your boyfriends’ study room, the faint glow of the desk lamp casting a warm light across the room. geto is sitting at his desk, surrounded by papers and books, his brow slightly furrowed as he focuses on his work. but as soon as he feels your presence, he lifts his head, a soft smile curling on his lips when his eyes meet yours.

geto tilts his head slightly, still smiling, as he asks softly, “is satoru asleep?”

you shake your head, the hint of excitement buzzing through you like electricity. you move toward him, your hand reaching out to touch his shoulder lightly. the warmth of his body under your fingertips makes your heart race even faster, and geto chuckles, clearly noticing the way your energy shifts.

“i can feel that excitement radiating off of you,” he says with a teasing grin, his voice low and amused.

you laugh softly, not bothering to hide your enthusiasm. “it’s his birthday,” you reply, your gaze locking with his as you step even closer. geto’s smile widens, and for a moment, all the work and the world outside of this room disappear, leaving just the two of you.

you chuckle, your smile still wide, the excitement in your chest barely contained. at midnight, it would be gojo’s birthday, and you and geto had spent the past few days preparing a surprise that you knew would leave him grinning from ear to ear. you couldn’t wait to see his reaction when the clock struck twelve, when the world would shift from an ordinary moment into one filled with laughter, warmth, and a little bit of mischief. the thought of gojo’s face lighting up made your heart flutter with anticipation.

the soft hum of the clock ticking away in the background heightens the anticipation in the room, the silence between you and geto charged with unspoken excitement. you glance at geto, your gaze playful, leaning slightly against the desk where he’s still sitting while holding his hand. “so, did you get him any presents?” you ask, a teasing smile tugging at the corners of your lips. you had already planned your own surprise, of course, but you were curious to know if geto had something up his sleeve as well.

geto grins as he lifts your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours, his knuckles brushing against your skin, leaving a trail of tingles. he brings your intertwined hands up to his mouth, the corners of his lips curled up in a playful smile. “maybe i did,” he answers, his voice barely a low rumble, “but if i tell you now, it’ll ruin the surprise.”

gently, he pulls you closer until you’re standing between his parted legs, the heat of his body reaching you like a wave, making your cheeks flush.

geto’s smile softens as he gazes up at you, his dark eyes warm and filled with quiet affection. his free hand moves up, gently brushing a stray strand of hair behind your ear, the touch soft and deliberate. “you’re already blushing,” he murmurs, his voice low and laced with amused affection, his thumb lazily tracing the curve of your cheek. the warmth of his touch sends a subtle shiver down your spine, and the teasing lilt in his tone makes it clear he’s enjoying the little game. the way his eyes flicker with a hint of mischief has your heart skipping a beat.

“care to share what you got for satoru?” he adds, his gaze holding yours, as though daring you to spill your secret.

you hum softly, refusing to give him the satisfaction of seeing you flustered. instead, you tilt your head, a small, knowing smile playing on your lips. “nothing expensive,” you say casually, your voice calm, though the glimmer in your eyes reveals your own teasing nature. “but it’s something i know he’ll love.” your free hand moves up to touch geto’s cheek, your fingertips grazing the soft line of his jaw. the intimacy of the moment makes the room feel even cozier, as if it’s just the two of you in the entire world.

geto’s smirk only widens at your response, his eyes sparkling with a mixture of amusement and interest. his lips press against your palm, his breath warm against your skin, before he lets go and leans back in his chair, his gaze holding yours with a playful intensity that makes your heart skip a beat.

“you’re being awfully vague,” he replies, his voice carrying a teasing note. “but color me intrigued.” you chuckle softly, shaking your head at his theatrics, the warmth of his lips lingering on your palm making your cheeks flush. “you’ll just have to wait and see,” you reply, your tone light and teasing, mirroring his playful energy.

“do you want to help me finish preparing the cake?” you ask, your tone light but expectant. your fingers linger on his skin for just a moment longer before you pull away, watching as his smirk deepens ever so slightly. he looks into your eyes, studying you for a moment, before he nods. “sure. lead the way.” reaching out, you grab his hand and give it a gentle tug, urging him to stand. “come on, no time to waste.”

geto’s smirk widens as he lets you pull him up, his movements fluid and unhurried as though he’s savoring every second of this moment. his fingers intertwine with yours, his touch firm yet gentle, and he follows you willingly as you lead him toward the door.

the two of you move in perfect sync, the soft shuffle of your footsteps barely audible as you open the door and slip out into the dimly lit hallway. you glance back at geto, your free hand pressing a finger to your lips in a silent signal, a mischievous glint in your eyes. he mirrors the gesture with an exaggerated nod, his smirk never faltering while he sling his arm over your shoulder.

you walk side by side, the quiet of the house amplifying the shared anticipation between you. every creak of the floorboards feels like a secret whispered into the night, but neither of you speaks, determined not to let gojo catch on while you walk outside the house to the other part of the house.

you and geto slip out quietly, the crisp night air brushing against your skin as you make your way to the storage house. the faint crunch of gravel beneath your feet is the only sound breaking the silence. geto walks beside you, his hand on yours still, glancing around with his usual calm demeanor.

outside, tucked neatly in the backyard, there’s a tiny house serving as your storage area. it’s nothing fancy, but it’s essential—especially when you’re living with two foodie boyfriends. with their insatiable appetites, stocking up on food feels less like grocery shopping and more like preparing for a natural disaster. shelves line the walls, stacked with snacks, ingredients, and an impressive variety of meats and frozen goods. it’s a foodie’s paradise, and you’re the mastermind behind keeping it organized.

once inside, the cool air from the storage hits you, and you let out a soft breath. the place smells faintly of frozen goods and freshly stocked produce. without hesitation, you head to the large freezer in the corner, flipping the lid open with practiced ease.

inside, nestled carefully on the top shelf, is a cake already decorated in blue and white—a color scheme you knew gojo would love. his name is written elegantly across the top in neat, swirling letters, the whole design simple yet striking. you reach in, pulling the cake out with care, your hands steady as you place it on the counter nearby.

“there it is,” you say softly, smiling as you look down at the cake, a swell of pride and anticipation building in your chest. “but we can’t eat this tho, we will get diabetes if we have this,” you jokingly said, hiding the truth beneath.

it was a chocolate cake, rich and decadent, the kind of cake that could practically give an entire family diabetes just by looking at it. but that’s exactly how gojo liked it. being the sweet tooth he was, anything less than over-the-top sweetness wouldn’t have cut it. you’d made sure every layer, from the soft, moist cake to the thick, sugary frosting, was as sweet as he could possibly want.

geto’s eyes flicker down to the cake, appreciating the intricate design you’ve gone through. he can almost taste the sweetness just by looking at it, knowing full well how indulgent gojo is when it comes to his sweet tooth. a small smirk tugs at the corner of his lips as he glances back up at you, a glimmer of mischief in his gaze.

“yeah, that looks… intense,” he muses, his voice laced with a hint of dry humor. “you’re going to single-handedly give him sugar shock before he even blows out the candles.”

you chuckle softly, carefully holding the cake in your hands, its weight a reminder of the effort you’d put into making it perfect for gojo. “don’t worry,” you reply, glancing at geto with a playful smile. “i bought another cake—one that we can actually eat without feeling like we need to drink a gallon of water afterward. it’s not too sweet, just how you like it.”

geto raises an eyebrow, his smirk widening slightly. “thoughtful as always,” he murmurs, his tone carrying a mix of teasing and genuine appreciation. the two of you step out of the storage house and into the cool night air, you make your way back toward the main house. the quiet sounds of the night surround you—crickets chirping faintly in the distance, the soft rustle of leaves in the breeze.

you glance at geto from the corner of your eye, noticing the relaxed expression on his face. you know he’s not much of a sweet tooth, and the thought of him sitting through a cake this sugary just for gojo’s sake makes you smile to yourself. “i figured you’d appreciate not being forced to eat something that could make your teeth ache,” you say lightly, the warmth in your voice evident.

geto lets out a quiet huff of laughter, shaking his head slightly at your thoughtfulness. your consideration for both him and gojo is something he loves about you, the way you balance everyone’s needs and desires with such ease.

“yeah, not a fan of toothache,” he responds, his tone laced with sarcasm. “you really do think of everything.” the warm night air wraps around you like a gentle embrace, adding to the comforting atmosphere between you and geto. his eyes flicker to the cake in your hands, then back to your face, his gaze softening ever so slightly.

the two of you finally settle in the living room, which you’ve transformed into a cozy little birthday setup. streamers in shades of blue and white hang from the ceiling, balloons tied to chairs, and the coffee table is adorned with small snacks and drinks. it’s simple, intimate, but perfect for a midnight celebration.

geto is standing on a chair, fiddling with the decorations, trying to secure the “happy birthday” banner to the wall. meanwhile, you sit cross-legged on the floor, leaning over the coffee table as you carefully place tiny candles on the chocolate cake. with a steady hand, you fix the “27” number candles right in the center, stepping back slightly to admire your handiwork.

“perfect,” you mutter, mostly to yourself.

“not bad,” geto comments from above, glancing over his shoulder to check on your progress. the two of you are so engrossed in your tasks that neither notices the soft padding of footsteps approaching. suddenly, a groggy voice cuts through the quiet.

“what are you two doing?”

the sound startles you both, your head whipping around just in time to see gojo standing in the doorway. he’s in his striped blue pajamas, his hair messy from sleep, rubbing at his stomach as he stares at you both with a confused and sleepy expression.

“oh shit,” geto mutters, his hand slipping as he tries to finish hanging the banner. the next thing you know, he’s losing his balance, stumbling off the chair and landing on the floor with a thud.

“what…?” gojo’s voice trails off as he blinks at the scene, his half-asleep brain trying to process the chaos in front of him. you and geto exchange a panicked look, the kind of unspoken communication born from years of knowing each other. without missing a beat, you grab the confetti cannon sitting nearby.

“happy birthday!” you yell, firing the cannon into the air, a shower of colorful confetti raining down over the room. geto, now laying on the floor, throws his arms up weakly. “happy birthday, satoru,” he echoes, his tone exasperated but amused.

gojo’s expression transforms from sleepy confusion to surprised delight as he’s showered with confetti. the messy display of celebration seems to snap him fully awake, his eyes blinking rapidly, as if trying to process what’s happening.

he takes a few steps further into the room, a wide grin spreading across his face as he takes in the decorations, the cake, and the two of you. “you guys didn’t need to do all this,” he says, his voice still rough from sleep but filled with an endearing happiness.

you roll your eyes playfully at his words, the corners of your lips tugging into a fond smile. “shut up,” you say lightly, reaching out to grab his hand. before he can protest further, you tug him down to the floor beside you, his lanky frame folding awkwardly as he sits cross-legged. “it’s your birthday,” you add, your tone softer now, though there’s still a teasing edge to it. “of course, we had to. what kind of people would we be if we didn’t?”

gojo looks at you, his grin widening, his pale blue eyes glimmering with gratitude. “you’re really too good to me, you know that?” before you can respond, geto finally joins you, settling on the floor across from gojo with an exaggerated sigh. “don’t let it go to your head,” he quips, smoothing out the wrinkles in his shirt before leaning back on his hands.

“oh, too late,” gojo shoots back, his grin turning smug as he glances between the two of you. “i already feel like a king.” you and geto exchange a knowing look, and you can’t help but laugh, the warmth of the moment washing over you. the three of you sitting together, surrounded by the simple yet thoughtful decorations, feels perfect—intimate and just right for celebrating someone as extra as gojo.

“well, your highness,” you say, nudging him with your shoulder. “better blow out those candles before the wax melts all over the cake and don’t forget to make a wish.”

geto, ever the calm and collected one, pulls out a highlighter from his pocket and he flicks the flame to life and leans over the cake, carefully lighting the tiny candles once more. the soft glow bathes the room in a warm, golden hue, casting gentle shadows on the walls.

as the last candle is lit, the room is bathed in a soft, warm glow, and for a moment, gojo just stares at the flicker of the flames, a look of contemplation on his face. finally, with a wide smile, he closes his eyes, takes a deep breath, and leans forward, blowing out the candles in one firm exhale. the three of you sit in the quiet that follows, a comfortable silence filled with anticipation. gojo’s eyes slowly open, and he turns to look at you and geto, his expression a mix of happiness and satisfaction.

“so, what did you wish for?” you ask, breaking the silence and leaning forward to study his face, your eyes sparkling with curiosity. gojo’s smile widens, a mischievous glimmer in his eyes. “now now,” he teases, his tone lighthearted. “if i tell you, it won’t come true.”

you roll your eyes affectionately at his cheeky response, a playful scoff escaping your lips. “ugh, you’re awful,” you mutter, but the smile on your face betrays your true feelings. you shift closer to him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders in a tender embrace. “happy birthday, baby,” you murmur, your voice soft and filled with love, your lips brushing lightly against his temple.

gojo lets out a quiet hum, a content sound that is almost a purr, leaning into your touch. his eyes close briefly as your lips touch his temple, enjoying the comfort and warmth of your embrace. “thank you,” he responds, his voice softer now, filled with genuine gratitude. he turns slightly, his arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you closer until you’re practically sitting in his lap, your bodies pressed together. geto, watching the intimate exchange, grins to himself, his fingers fiddling with the cake wrapper idly.

gojo buries his face into the crook of your neck, his warm breath tickling your skin as he mutters a soft, “how’d i get so lucky?” you let out a quiet chuckle, your hand moving to card through his messy hair, smoothing it back affectionately.

geto’s eyes flicker from you both, to the cake, then back again. he breaks the silence this time, leaning forward slightly. “so, are we going to eat that cake or just stare at it all night?” he suggests, the hint of impatience evident in his tone. gojo lifts his head just enough to glare at geto, a mock pout on his face. “rude,” he mutters, the complaint lacking any real heat. “i’m enjoying the moment, okay? can’t you be romantic?”

“patience, baby,” you say, shooting a half-amused, half-exasperated look in his direction. your fingers continue to run through gojo’s hair while he resting his chin against your collarbone as he looks at geto. “yeah, ‘baby’, patience.” he echoes, his tone carrying a hint of amusement, then adds, “a whole two minutes has passed, isn’t that a new record for you?” gojo’s words are muffled against your shoulder, his lips moving in a half-formed smirk. he untangles himself from you reluctantly. geto just huff along with eyes-rolling but didn’t say anything.

even so, you stand to grab another cake, a chorus of crackles and pops sound from your body, the result of sitting in one position for too long. geto lets out a low whistle, amused by the sounds. “jeez, old much?” he teases.

“shut it,” you retorted with a chuckle, kicking his leg gently before waltz to the kitchen.

geto mock-winces at your kick, rubbing his leg dramatically. he groans, but there’s a smirk on his face, showing he’s not really hurt. gojo laughs at geto’s playacting, leaning back against the sofa, arms stretched lazily above his head. “you’re such a baby,” he says, rolling his eyes. while you’re in the kitchen, geto turns his attention back to gojo. “so,” he begins, the teasing lilt in his voice evident, “any deep thoughts on turning twenty-seven?”

gojo hums thoughtfully for a moment, considering the question. “well,” he starts, a sly smile pulling up the corners of his lips, “i guess i’m officially the oldest amongst the three of us now.” geto snorts, amused by the answer. “yeah, a real sage,” he says sarcastically. “and what wisdom have you gained as our senior?”

gojo pretends to give the question serious consideration before replying, “well, i can confidently say i’ve gained more years of knowing how to deal with you two brats.” geto lets out a laugh, throwing a nearby cushion at gojo in jest. “oh please, you’re only a year older than me and two than her,” he retorts, the playful eye roll only emphasizing his point. “don’t get cocky.”

gojo catches the cushion with ease, tossing it back at geto with an exaggerated shrug. “what can i say?” he says, his tone light and carefree. “i’m just naturally wiser than all of you.” he looks towards the kitchen, the sound of you moving around carrying into the living room. “though,” he muses, his gaze returning to geto, “i’ll admit, having a couple of years on her does give me certain benefits.“

geto raises an eyebrow, curious despite himself. “oh, yeah? like what?”

gojo’s smirk widens, his voice suddenly taking on a suggestive edge. “let’s just say, a couple extra years gives me a bit more experience in certain areas.” he wiggles his eyebrows suggestively, a lewd implication hanging in the air. geto can’t help but make a face, part amusement, part disgust.

just as geto opens his mouth to retort, your voice cuts through their bickering. “can’t leave you two alone for five minutes without fighting,” you say, shaking your head in mock exasperation as you step back into the living room. in your hands is a simple strawberry cheesecake, balanced on top of a stack of plastic plates.

both of them pause, turning to look at you. gojo’s expression lights up instantly as his eyes land on the cheesecake. “two cakes this year? you’re really going all out, baby,” he says, practically beaming with happiness.

you chuckle softly, settling onto the floor beside him. placing the cake down next to his birthday cake, you start handing out the plates. “it’s for all of us,” you explain with a gentle smile. “you know how sugu’ isn’t really into overly sweet things, so i got another cake he could enjoy too.”

you turn to gojo, leaning in to press a soft kiss to his cheek. “but don’t worry, love, it’s still sweet enough for you to enjoy,” gojo blinks, his grin softening into something quieter, his gaze lingering on you. beside him, geto doesn’t say a word but glances at the second cake and then back at you, a flicker of unspoken gratitude in his expression.

neither of them comments on your gesture, but the way they look at you—silent, warm, and full of appreciation—speaks volumes. while you busily placing the plastic plates in forks in front of them, oblivious to their fond gazes, they exchange a brief glance, a shared understanding passing between them.

you turn back to gojo after placing the last plate down, noticing his expression. his blue eyes are locked on you, a quiet softness lingering in his gaze that catches you off guard. raising your eyebrows, you tilt your head slightly, a playful smile tugging at your lips. “come on, baby, cut your cake,” you say with a soft chuckle, nudging him gently to break the moment.

gojo snaps out of his contemplative daze, the soft smile still lingering on his lips. “oh, right,” he mutters, almost sheepish, as if caught staring. he picks up the knife, carefully cutting into the cake. the first slice is perfectly shaped, and he picks it up, holding it out to you on the plate. “you have the first slice,” he offers, his tone affectionate.

geto, watching this interaction, simply shakes his head, a smirk on his face. “sap,” he mutters under his breath.

you send a playful glare in geto’s direction, narrowing your eyes just enough to feign annoyance despite the smile. turning back to gojo, who’s completely unfazed by geto’s comment, you find him grinning at you, his usual boyish charm on full display. his focus is entirely on you as he holds out the plate, his eyes soft and filled with affection.

“aww, thank you, baby,” you say warmly, accepting the plate from his hands. leaning closer, you press a gentle kiss to his cheek, your lips lingering just a second longer to show your appreciation.

gojo’s skin tingles under your touch, the gentle kiss sending a pleasant shiver down his spine. he leans into your touch slightly, enjoying the closeness of your body. he takes a slice of cake for himself, then turns to geto, offering him a plate with a look of exaggerated patience. “do you want a slice, suguru? or do you plan on just watching us eat all night?”

geto rolls his eyes, but a small smirk tugs at the corner of his lips. “how magnanimous of you,” he teases, taking the plate. as you all begin eating, the atmosphere in the room is warm and comfortable. the sound of quiet chatter, the scraping of forks against plates, and occasional soft laughter fills the space.

gojo, happily devouring his cake, steals not-so-subtle glances at you between bites. he’s so entranced by these moments of simple joy—the soft sound of your voice, the way your eyes crinkle when you smile. geto, meanwhile, eats his slice at a more leisurely pace, occasionally making comments that earn him a scoff or a nudge of the foot from you.

after the cake, the three of you sat comfortably on the floor in a cozy circle, surrounded by colorful wrapping paper and boxes of presents, most of them clearly marked as being from you. gojo, sitting in the middle like a spoiled king, eagerly opened his gifts one by one, his expressions ranging from childlike glee to smug satisfaction with each unwrapped item.

each gift he opened seemed to spark a new round of commentary—designer clothes he immediately draped over himself like a model, a sleek pair of sunglasses he tried on indoors, and a book he had casually mentioned wanting months ago.

the room filled with his dramatic exclamations. “oh, this is perfect! just what i needed!” he said, holding up an expensive watch that sparkled under the dim lighting. he turned to you with a playful smirk. “you really know how to spoil me, don’t you?”

you leaned on your elbow, resting your chin in your hand, watching him with an amused grin. “it’s not from me,” you replied, your tone was laced with confusion before looking at geto who’s lounge comfortably on his side eating a frozen frosting from the cake.

gojo paused mid-action, his smile faltering for a moment. he turned to look at geto in disbelief, watching as the man casually licked frosting off his finger, the picture of innocence. “wait,” gojo said, his voice laced with mock indignation. “this one’s from you?”

geto simply chuckled, unbothered by gojo’s reaction. “what, did you think just because she remembered everything you wanted but i wouldn’t?” he replied lightly.

gojo huffed dramatically, still struggling to get over the audacity of geto’s statement. he glanced at you, as if silently asking for confirmation, but you only smirked, enjoying the situation too much to chime in. “alright,” he finally said, turning back to geto. “i guess i underestimated you. didn’t think you’d be such a romantic,” he teased. “and since when do you buy me really expensive watches?”

geto raises an eyebrow at gojo’s remark, a playful smirk creeping onto his face. shifting slightly, he moves to sit up straighter, his posture exuding a calm confidence. “since ever,” he replies smoothly, his tone carrying a teasing edge. “what do you mean by that question, huh? questioning my generosity now?”

before gojo can respond, geto leans in without warning, his movements fluid and deliberate. he places a quick peck on gojo’s lips, the lingering sweetness of frosting making the moment both tender and mischievous.

gojo blinks, his indignant expression faltering as he processes the gesture, his cheeks tinging pink. but before he can fully recover, geto reaches out and gives the back of his head a light smack, a satisfied grin on his face. “happy birthday, dumbass,” geto says casually, leaning back with an air of smug victory.

you just chuckle softly, shaking your head with a fond smile, not saying a word. it’s a scene you’ve come to expect from them—their playful banter, the way they poke fun at each other while still showing the warmth and affection they share.

you watch as gojo, still a little flustered from the unexpected kiss and playful smack, rubs the back of his head with a mock pout. he glances at geto, clearly trying to muster up a response, but his expression softens, unable to hold onto the annoyance for too long.

geto’s smug smile widened as he saw how flustered gojo was, his cheeks still tinged with a blush that contrasted with his usual cool demeanor. “aww, what’s the matter, satoru? can’t find words?” geto teased, his tone light but amused. “is the great satoru gojo being rendered speechless by one little kiss?”

gojo, still recovering, shoots a glare at geto. “shut up,” he snaps, although there’s no real heat in his voice. “it just took me off guard, that’s all.” gojo lets out a huff of mock indignation, still rubbing the back of his head from the playful slap. but despite his fake annoyance, there’s a hint of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“don’t think this makes you any less of a jerk,” he grumbles, shooting a half-hearted glare in geto’s direction. “but thanks.”

he glances over at you, and his expression softens even more, his competitive spirit momentarily forgotten in your presence. he reaches out, tugging you closer, and pulls you into his lap once more. he wraps his arms around you, holding you close, his chin resting on your shoulder. the competitive tension between him and geto seems to ease slightly, his focus now shifting towards you and the comfort of having you in his embrace.

“you know,” he says, his voice muffled against your shoulder, “you should consider getting me a present too sometime.”

you glance over your shoulder, meeting gojo’s gaze with a raised eyebrow. the playful tone in your voice contrasts the serious look on his face as you ask, “what do you mean? i’ve given you more gifts than sugu’ has.” you chuckle, shaking your head in amusement. “isn’t this enough?” you ask, motioning to the cake, the presents, and the warmth of the moment.

gojo hums, his arms wrapping around your waist a little tighter. he rests his chin on your shoulder, enjoying the comfort of your presence. “i know, i know,” he grumbles, nuzzling his face into the crook of your neck. “but yours are always so thoughtful. they’re nice, really, i’m not complaining.” he lets out a small sigh, the playful tension from before now completely faded. he leans into you, seeking comfort in the warmth of your body. “i’m just saying… it’s nice to be spoilt sometimes, you know?

you roll your eyes playfully, muttering under your breath, “of course you do, baby. always need the grand gestures.” deep down, you know he’s just saying it for the sake of it. he’s more than grateful for the gifts you and geto have put together for him, even if his words don’t always match his actions. but you also know he enjoys the attention, the drama of the moment, and that’s part of the charm.

as you glance around at the scattered gifts, your gaze lands on the large box tucked away in the corner. a mischievous smile plays at the corner of your lips as you shift in gojo’s lap to grab it, your fingers brushing against the glossy paper. “you’re going to love this one,” you tease, lifting the box so he can see it clearly. “i’ve been waiting a long time to get everything together for this.”

gojo perks up as you move to grab the large box, his curiosity piqued by the hint of mischief in your eyes. he watches you move with anticipation, his arm still wrapped around your waist, keeping you close. “oh?” he says, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “you’re really teasing me now.”

he eyes the large box, sizing it up, his mind racing with possibilities. “alright, color me intrigued. what could it be? i’m almost scared,” he jokes, although it’s clear that he’s more excited than anything. “come on, give me a hint,” he prompts, leaning closer to the box. “just a small hint. come on, baby,” he whines, giving you a light tug, trying to get you to reveal what’s in the box.

geto, watching the interaction, lets out a snort. “chill, sstoru,” he teases. “you’re like a child waiting for christmas.” you chuckle softly, enjoying the moment of suspense as both gojo and geto eye the box with varying degrees of curiosity. you shift slightly in gojo's lap, holding the box with both hands and teasing them further.

“open it,” you say with a grin, “it might be something you’ll love the most, and sugu’ will probably hate it the most.” gojo’s interest is officially piqued, his eyes widening at your words. “oh, really now?” he says, his smirk growing wider. “if it’s something that’ll annoy suguru more than anything, i’m really invested now.”

geto, hearing this, lets out an exaggerated sigh. “great, just my luck,” he mutters, feigning annoyance but there’s a hint of anticipation in his eyes. you chuckle along with gojo, sharing a quiet moment of excitement, but neither of you says anything. gojo is clearly more excited than ever. he reaches out to grab the box from you, eager to see what’s inside as he tears through the wrapping paper. when the box is finally revealed, his eyes immediately widen, and a gasp of excitement escapes his lips. inside is a collection of limited edition digimon figures—exactly the ones he’s been searching for to complete his collection.

“NO WAY!” gojo exclaims, his voice practically vibrating with joy as he pulls each figure from the box, inspecting it like it’s a rare treasure. his usual confident demeanor fades into pure, childlike excitement. “i've been looking for these for so long! you actually got them!”

you smile at his reaction, feeling a deep sense of satisfaction knowing you got him something he’d truly love. but before you can say anything, geto groans from beside you. his expression is a mix of amusement and frustration, clearly not as thrilled as gojo.

inside the box is a collection of rare digimon figures, each meticulously designed and sought after by collectors. gojo’s obsession with digimon is no secret. he’s been a fan since childhood, hooked on the series’ themes of friendship, bravery, and adventure. over the years, his love for it has evolved into an all-out passion, bordering on obsession.

he owns an entire wall in the house dedicated to digimon memorabilia—action figures, collectible cards, posters, and even a custom light-up display for his prized items. it’s his pride and joy, though much to geto’s dismay, it comes with endless commentary about the lore, characters, and rare finds he’s stumbled upon.

meanwhile, geto groans loudly, pinching the bridge of his nose as though preparing for the inevitable. “fantastic,” he mutters, voice dripping with sarcasm. “just what we needed—more digimon figures. because clearly, we didn’t have enough already.”

you glance over at geto with a smirk. “come on, baby, he’s just happy,” you tease, watching gojo continue to examine his new figures, practically glowing. “it’s his birthday, let him be.” geto lets out a dramatic sigh, shaking his head as if the weight of the world is on his shoulders. “trust me, i know how happy he is," he mutters, side-eyeing gojo, who’s still gushing over the figures. “i’ve seen him in this state before.”

“look at this detail!” gojo gushes, holding up one of the figures as if it were the crown jewel of his collection, completely ignored the comments coming from his boyfriend’s mouth. “this one is from the limited anniversary set! do you know how long i’ve been trying to track this down? baby, you’re amazing!” he squeals, don’t even bother to throw neither you nor geto a glance.

geto leans back on his hands, watching as gojo meticulously admire each figure with a mixture of amusement and a hint of annoyance. “i just don’t get what’s so special about these silly little creatures,” he gripes. “they’re just fictional monsters, for god’s sake.”

“and don’t even get me started on the amount of space they take up in our living room,” geto continues, rolling his eyes. “not to mention the constant rambling about the lore and the different evolutions of each one. it's like a never-ending lecture.”

gojo, however, still is too engrossed in his figures to pay any attention to geto’s grumbling. he’s completely captivated by the intricate details of each figure, his eyes sparkling like a child at christmas. gojo holds up another figure, his eyes lighting up with a mixture of wonder and excitement. “and this one! this one’s been out of production for years! i’ve heard rumors about a secret stash of them, but i never thought i’d actually get my hands on one!”

geto rolls his eyes, groaning again. “oh, joy. more limited edition figures. just what his collection needs—more clutter.” but gojo is too distracted by his new acquisition to notice geto’s sarcasm. he gingerly places the figure next to the others, his gaze switching between them.

“these are going to look amazing on the wall,” he exclaims, his voice filled with a childlike glee that’s both adorable and slightly amusing. he finally looks up at you, his eyes gleaming with gratitude. “thank you so much, baby. this is the best present anyone has ever got me.”

he gives you a tight hug, holding you close against his chest. geto, on the other hand, just shakes his head, seemingly resigned to the fact that the house is now going to become a digimon museum.

you smile warmly, wrapping your arms around gojo as he hugs you tightly. his enthusiasm is infectious, and seeing him this happy makes all the effort worth it. “no problem, baby,” you say softly, leaning into his embrace. “i’m glad you love the gifts. i knew you’d appreciate them.”

gojo’s hold on you tightens, his excitement practically radiating off him. he buries his face in the crook of your neck, his voice muffled as he mutters his thanks again.

meanwhile, geto watches the scene with a mixture of affection and mock annoyance. he tries to maintain his grumpy facade, but there’s a hint of a smile playing on his lips as he witnesses the happy moment between you and gojo. “yeah, yeah,” he finally mutters, unable to hold back his own smile. “just make sure you still have enough room for our pictures on the wall.”

gojo enthusiastically rushes off to his collection, already placing the new figures in their proper spots. his excitement is palpable, and you can’t help but smile at how much he appreciates the gift. you turn to geto, noticing his playful pout as he watches the scene unfold. “come on, don’t get pouty,” you tease, pulling your knees to your chest, little, soft smile on your face. “he’s happy. you can handle a few days of digimon rambling. it’s worth it to see him this excited.”

geto lets out an exaggerated sigh, feigning annoyance, but the corner of his mouth twitches into a small smile.

“i guess you’re right,” he admits grudgingly. “it’s just... so many figures. and they take up so much room. but seeing him this happy...” he pauses, his expression softening slightly. “it does make it a little less annoying, i suppose.” he leans back, propping himself up on one elbow. “but i’m holding you accountable for this, you know. i’m going to pin all the digi-rants on you.”

you hum thoughtfully, a soft smile curving your lips as you reach over and gently touch geto’s cheek. his skin is warm beneath your fingers, and you give him a tender look, the corners of your eyes crinkling with affection.

“you know,” you say softly, your voice laced with a teasing warmth, “we can always take turns if you get too tired to listen. i’m more than happy to listen to him talk my ear off about his collection for hours if it means keeping that grin on his face.”

geto holds your gaze, his expression softening even further under your touch. he leans into your palm, his eyes never straying from yours. “you really know how to charm a guy, don’t you?” he mutters, a hint of mirth in his voice. “offering to take up the mantle of the digimon expert just to spare me the endless talks about evolutions and rare finds.”

he grins, a quiet chuckle slipping from his lips. “i think i’m starting to see why that idiot adores you so much. you’re a saint, you know that?” your eyebrows shoot up in mock surprise, a teasing smile curling at your lips. “oh? all these years living together and dating, and you’re only just now thinking he adores me? i thought that was already a given, sugu’,” you say, your voice laced with playful sarcasm.

geto laughs softly, rolling his eyes in feigned annoyance. “oh, shut up,” he teases back, his tone light and full of affection. “i know he adores you, alright. he’s not exactly subtle about it, considering he’s never had eyes for anyone but you.”

he shifts, propping himself up a little more as he continues, his voice quieter, more intimate. “but there’s a difference between knowing and really seeing it firsthand. watching you two interact, it just... hits a different way, y’know?” you shift closer to him, your movements fluid and unhurried as you place a hand on the floor beside his thigh for balance. geto watches you quietly, his sharp features softening as you settle near him.

without a word, he curls up, resting his head on your thigh like it’s the most natural thing in the world. his long, jet-black hair spills over your lap, and your free hand instinctively moves to comb through it, your fingers threading gently through the silky strands. “what about you?” you ask softly, your voice laced with playful curiosity. “do you not adore me yet?”

geto lets out a low hum, almost a purr, as your fingers run through his hair. his eyes flutter closed, and his lips curve into a soft smile that mirrors the tenderness in your touch. he turns his face towards you, nuzzling into the warmth of your thigh, his voice muffled slightly. “oh, no, of course not,” he mutters, tone dripping with affectionate sarcasm. “i only mildly tolerate you. nothing to worry about.”

you let out an exaggerated gasp, your lips curving into a playful pout as you glance down at him. “rudeee,” you whine, drawing out the word dramatically. to emphasize your mock displeasure, you give his hair a gentle tug—not enough to hurt, but just enough to earn his attention.

geto lets out a low chuckle as you tug his hair, his eyes shooting open to meet your faux-offended gaze. he looks up at you with a lazy grin, a flicker of boyish playfulness in his eyes. “what can i say, baby,” he teases, his voice dripping with mock innocence. “that’s just how i am. i’m a harsh, cold-hearted bastard.”

you let out an affectionate scoff, your fingers resuming their gentle combing through his hair. “yeah, a real hardass,” you mutter under your breath, a fond smile on your lips as you let your touch wander lower, tracing the line of his jaw.

geto lets out another soft hum, arching into your touch like a cat seeking affection. his gaze remains fixed on you as your hand drifts down, tracing the line of his jaw. his eyes darken slightly under your touch, and the hint of a smile tugs at the corner of his mouth.

he reaches up, catching your hand in his as you trail along his jaw, his fingers intertwining with yours. he lifts your hand to his lips, pressing a gentle kiss to your knuckles. “that’s right” he confirms, his voice a little huskier than before. “i’m the hardest of asses. definitely hard all over.”

you roll your eyes playfully as you pinch geto’s cheek, a mischievous grin curling on your lips. geto lets out a faux-offended grumble as you pinch his cheek, but the corners of his lips twitch, betraying his amusement. “pervert,” you tease with a soft laugh, watching his reaction. his words definitely aren’t helping his case, but you can’t help but enjoy how he responds to your touch.

you turn your attention toward gojo, your smile softens. he’s completely absorbed in his task, rearranging his figures with such care and enthusiasm that you can’t help but find it endearing. his mutterings under his breath about which figure goes where, as if each decision is a matter of great importance, makes you chuckle softly to yourself. you don’t say anything, just watching him as he moves figures around the shelf, humming in satisfaction when one looks just right.

geto watches you watch gojo, his expression shifting to a look of amused tenderness. he lets out a small huff, a mixture of feigned impatience and affectionate fondness. “look at how obsessed he is,” he comments, his voice soft but tinged with a hint of teasing as he nods towards gojo. he leans back against your leg, his head resting comfortably on your thigh. “you sure you know what you got yourself into with him?”

gojo groans in mock exhaustion as he turns away from the shelf, leaving his figurine arrangements for later. he strides back into the living room, shaking his head in feigned frustration. “ugh, i can’t keep doing this right now,” he says, stretching his arms dramatically. “too tired to rearrange a whole thing. we’ll continue later, alright?”

before you even have time to respond, gojo’s already making his way toward you, a grin tugging at the corners of his lips. with a swift movement, he collapses beside you on the floor, wrapping his arms around your body without warning, pulling you into his chest. the sudden shift in weight catches you off guard, and you both tumble backward onto the soft carpet, landing in a heap of limbs and laughter.

you let out a small, surprised gasp as gojo’s full weight presses you down, but you can’t help but laugh too. “really, baby?” you tease, trying to push him off, but his arms are locked around you, not giving you any space to move. “you’re impossible.”

“shh,” he murmurs, grinning like a child who just got away with something. “you’re just too comfy, i couldn’t resist.” his voice is low, playful, and warm, a complete contrast to his usual cocky tone. his leg shifts, draping over your thigh, effectively trapping you in place. but it’s not just any placement—his leg happens to nudge against geto’s head, the accidental collision causing geto to lift his gaze from where he’s sitting nearby.

geto lets out a soft grunt as gojo’s leg bumps against his head, his expression one of exaggerated annoyance. “watch where you’re putting your limbs, idiot,” he mutters, swatting gojo's leg away.

he glances up at the two of you, the sight of you trapped beneath gojo’s arms evoking a range of emotions from him. on the one hand, he’s mildly entertained by the sight of you struggling to push gojo off. but on the other, his eyes narrow as he sees how quickly gojo has taken possession of your body.

he lets out a short cough, drawing your and gojo’s attention. he lifts his head from your lap, the earlier softness in his eyes replaced by a hint of possessiveness as he looks at you both. “alright, you oversized monkey, get off her,” he mutters, his tone laced with mock irritation. “you’re crushing her.”

gojo laughs, his arms still wrapped firmly around you. “i’m not crushing her,” he retorts defensively, snuggling even closer to you. “she’s fine, see? she’s not complaining.” he looks down at you, mischief sparkling in his eyes. “right, baby? you’re not complaining.”

you let out a long, exaggerated sigh, your eyes fluttering half-lidded as you glance up at gojo. the lazy, fed-up expression on your face is clear, gojo, seeing your expression can’t help the small, amused chuckle that follows. “yeah, not complaining,” you murmur dryly, your voice thick with playful sarcasm. “really comfortable, totally.”

you shift slightly, your hands resting on his arms, but you make no real attempt to push him off. there’s a part of you that secretly enjoys these moments of closeness, even if gojo’s over-the-top antics are a bit much sometimes.

gojo grins down at you, his arms tightening around you. he knows you’re only pretending to be annoyed, and his smile only widens at your dry remark. “see? i knew you were enjoying yourself,” he teases with a wink. he nuzzles your cheek affectionately, his breath warm on your skin. “you know you can’t resist being wrapped up in my arms.”

meanwhile, geto watches from the side, observing the interaction between you and gojo. his expression is a mixture of affectionate annoyance and a hint of possessiveness before he shifts to lay on your other side.

he props himself up on his side, resting his head on his elbow. his free hand finds its way to your hair, his fingers gently running through the strands. he watches the two of you with a hint of annoyance, before leaning in and planting a gentle kiss on your shoulder. it’s a subtle move, not intended to get either of your attention, but a simple act of affection nonetheless.

he then turns his gaze towards gojo, his tone still carrying a hint of his earlier possessiveness. “i swear, you’re like a damn octopus. always has to be clinging onto something.” gojo chuckles, not even bothering to hide his grin at geto’s comment. “what can i say? i just can’t resist snuggling up to my favorite people,” he replies, his voice carefree.

he tightens his arms around you again, nuzzling his face into your neck. “besides, she’s just too comfortable not to cling to.” geto lets out another scoff, his expression somewhere between annoyance and amusement. “you’re just obsessed,” he retorts, rolling his eyes slightly.

you roll your eyes, already feeling the familiar tension between the two of them building up. with a soft sigh, you lift your hands to give both of them a gentle tap on their arms, urging them to stop. “stop fighting, you two,” you murmur with a playful edge to your voice, though there’s a hint of genuine weariness beneath it. you shift just slightly to make yourself more comfortable between them, trying to ease the situation as you rest your head back against gojo’s chest.

both geto and gojo instantly quiet when you speak up, their expressions shifting from their playful bickering to a softer look as they turn their attention towards you. gojo then chuckles lightly, his arms loosening their grip around you slightly. “sorry, baby,” he murmurs, rubbing his cheek against the top of your head affectionately.

geto lets out a quiet sigh, his expression softening as well. he reaches out and gently brushes a strand of hair away from your face, his touch light and tender. you hum softly, feeling the warmth of their attention settle around you like a cozy blanket. you shift slightly, carefully maneuvering so you’re facing gojo now, your eyes meeting his with a gentle smile. the playful tone from before has faded, replaced with something more genuine.

“so, what do you think?” you ask, your voice soft but curious, “did you like how we did your birthday this year?” you watch his face closely, noticing the way his expression softens when you address him directly. his eyes glimmer with affection, a subtle smile tugging at his lips as he considers your question.

gojo lets out a soft hum, his eyes never leaving yours as he processes your question. he can tell immediately what your question really means—it’s not just about the party itself, but about the time and effort you’ve put into making his day special.

he reaches out and gently tucks a strand of hair behind your ear, his touch tender and affectionate. “of course i did, baby,” he murmurs, his voice full of warmth. “you always make sure my birthday is amazing… and it’s not just the presents or the party, y’know?”

he continues, his tone growing quieter but more sincere. “it’s the way you make me feel… like the luckiest guy in the world. it’s the little things you do—the little details—that show me how much you care.” he presses a light kiss to your forehead before wrapping his arms around you again, drawing you closer. he buries his face into the crook of your neck, taking a slow, deep breath.

geto watches the exchange between you and gojo, his gaze softening as he hears gojo’s heartfelt words. he can see the genuine affection in gojo’s eyes, the way his voice carries so much sincerity. a small, tender smile crosses his lips as he quietly leans down, his hand gently resting on gojo’s head.

he places a soft kiss on the top of gojo’s head, his voice low and warm. “glad you liked it,” geto murmurs, his words laced with a quiet fondness despite their earlier bickering. the feeling of geto’s lips on his head makes gojo shiver slightly, a pleasant warmth spreading through him at the affectionate gesture. he lets out a low hum, a soft smile playing at the corners of his lips.

geto pauses for a moment, just taking in the atmosphere around them, the closeness that feels so natural and comforting. “it’s nice to see you so happy,” he adds, his voice soft but unmistakably filled with a warmth that only the two of you could draw out of him.

gojo lifts his head, turning slightly so he can see geto over your shoulder. he meets geto’s gaze, his own expression softening further. “i’m happy because i have you both,” he murmurs, a hint of vulnerability slipping into his voice. he reaches out, gently taking ahold of geto’s hand with his free hand.

gojo gently intertwines his fingers with geto’s, a subtle but significant gesture—an affirmation that despite their playful banter and competition, their connection runs deep. he looks between you and geto, his expression turning a tender shade of fond. “i mean it, you know,” he adds, his voice still quiet and sincere. “i wouldn’t trade this for anything. not even a million dollars.”

you chuckle softly, the sound warm and full of affection as you watch your two boyfriends holding hands, the image almost comical after the playful bickering that just took place. “look at you two,” you tease lightly, a fond smile spreading across your face. “acting like actual boyfriends for once, huh? thought you’d be at each other's throats forever.”

you glance between them, your expression softening as you add, “it’s nice to finally see you both acting how you’re supposed to—like how a boyfriend does.” your voice carries a touch of playfulness, but the warmth behind it is unmistakable.

hearing your comment, they both let out exaggerated groans, pulling away from you in perfect unison as though they’d rehearsed it. gojo dramatically flops backward, flinging his arms over his head, while geto sits up straighter, muttering under his breath. “ugh, disgusting,” geto grumbles, wiping his hand on his pants like he’s trying to rid himself of the lingering touch. “satoru’s germs,” he adds, shooting the white-haired sorcerer a mock glare.

gojo laughs heartily, completely unfazed by geto’s exaggerated reaction. “hey, don’t act like you don’t secretly enjoy touching me,” he retorts with a cocky smirk, sitting back up. geto rolls his eyes, wrinkling his nose in exaggerated disgust. “please. as if i would ever actually enjoy touching your insufferable ass.” he shoots a playful glare at gojo before turning his gaze back towards you. “besides, i have better taste.”

you let out a dramatic sigh, still sprawled on the floor as you lift a hand to wipe your face, muttering under your breath, “i should’ve just kept my mouth shut...”

the three of you linger on the floor for what feels like hours, laughter and quiet conversation filling the living room as the clock ticks closer to four in the morning. the warmth of the night slowly gives way to the first hints of exhaustion, and you finally decide it’s time to call it a day.

“alright,” you announce, sitting up and stretching your arms over your head with a groan. “let’s wrap this up before we all pass out on the floor.” geto nods, standing and gathering the empty plates and glasses. “i’ll clean up in the kitchen,” he offers, already heading towards the sink. “don’t forget to move his gifts before he ends up leaving them on the couch for a week.”

you smirk at his remark, nudging gojo with your foot. “come on, birthday boy. let’s get your mountain of presents into the bedroom.” gojo grins, dramatically flopping onto his back. “ugh, but i’m so tired,” he whines, reaching a hand out to you like he’s expecting you to drag him. “carry me?” rolling your eyes, you grab his wrist and tug, forcing him to sit up. “i’m not your personal chauffeur. now, get up and help me.”

he chuckles, finally relenting as he gets to his feet. together, the two of you start gathering the assortment of wrapped boxes and bags from the living room. gojo occasionally pauses to make overly dramatic guesses about what’s inside each gift, earning a scoff or an eyeroll from you every time. “i’m telling you,” he says, holding up a box and shaking it lightly, “this one’s definitely another figure. i can feel it in my soul.”

“if you break it before even opening it, it’s on you,” you warn, taking the box from his hands and adding it to the pile you’re carrying. he pouts slightly as you snatch the box away from him, jokingly protesting your strict rule. “come on, you’re no fun,” he teases, putting on an exaggerated display of disappointment. “what’s the point of guessing if i can’t even shake them a little?”

you roll your eyes, a hint of amusement in your expression as you continue gathering the gifts. he chuckles at your reaction, grabbing another heavy box and hoisting it up with a dramatic groan. “this one’s heavy,” he notes, holding it up for you to see.

“what do you think it is?” he asks, feigning ignorance as he shakes the box again, this time more carefully. “hopefully not a boulder or something.” as you both make your way towards the bedroom, gojo continues his running commentary on each gift, making outlandish guesses as he goes. his enthusiasm is contagious, and you find it hard to stay mad at his dramatics, even as you struggle to carry the growing pile of presents.

“i’m calling it now,” he declares, holding a particularly large and oddly shaped gift in his hand with a knowing smirk. “this one’s definitely something... kinky.” he gives the box another shake, grinning at you with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. “am i right?”

you raise an eyebrow, a smile tugging at your lips as you watch him with mild amusement. “really?” you ask, your tone dripping with mock disbelief as you snatch the box from his hands. “neither me nor sugu’ give you any sex toys or anything like that.”

his expression shifts to faux disbelief as you take the box away, a playful pout forming on his lips. “rude,” he teases, pretending to be deeply offended. he scratches his chin, clearly not ready to give up his theory just yet. “well, you might not have, but sugu’ definitely would,” he says confidently, his tone only half joking.

you roll your eyes at his antics, your hands busy arranging the pile of gifts. “if he does, there’s no way i’m letting you two use it on me,” you reply smoothly, your tone dry but laced with amusement.

gojo pouts again, mock disappointment clearly on his face. “aww, but it would be so much fun,” he whines, putting on a show of desperation. “don’t you trust me?” he gives you a puppy-dog look, widening his eyes and sticking out his bottom lip. “it’s my birthday, after all... and what better way to celebrate than with a little... experimentation?” he adds, his voice low and suggestive, his eyes sparkling with mischief.

he steps closer, his body now within inches of yours. he reaches out and gently tugs at the fabric of your shirt, his touch almost taunting. “c’mon..” he murmurs, his voice soft and persuasive, “wouldn’t it be fun to try something new for once?”

you can’t help but chuckle at his over-the-top display, half-tempted to give in to his charms despite your earlier protests. “nice try,” you reply, smirking slightly. “you’re not getting anything kinky from me, birthday boy, no matter how cute you act.”

gojo’s pouting increases, his expression now taking on a slightly more determined edge. “oh, come on,” he pleads, his grip on your shirt tightening just slightly. he leans in even closer, his voice dropping to a low whisper as he speaks right into your ear. “don’t you want to surprise me with something special?” he teases, his breath warm on your skin. “after all, it’s my birthday, and i’ve been such a good boy...”

he presses a light kiss just below your earlobe, his lips trailing down your neck in a way that’s both affectionate and slightly suggestive. “we could try something fun… something we’ve never done before…” he murmurs in between kisses, his tone both persuasive and almost pleading. “just this once…? pretty please?”

you wrap your arms around his shoulder, pulling him closer as you rest your cheek against the top of his head. his breath hitches for a moment, and you can feel the faintest smile against your neck. “i thought you said you were tired,” you murmur softly, your tone teasing but warm.

he lifts his head slightly, his gaze meeting yours with a sheepish look. “well, i was,” he responds, his voice slightly sheepish. “but then you mentioned the idea of kinky toys, and suddenly i’m feeling much more energized.” he grins, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “besides, what better way to end my perfect birthday than with some late-night fun?”

you roll your eyes, a faint smirk tugging at your lips. “for the record,” you say, your tone dripping with mock exasperation, “you’re the one who brought up the kinky toys first. don’t try to pin that on me.” your finger starts tracing lazy circles on his shoulder, your touch light and teasing as you tilt your head slightly. “and let me get this straight,” you continue, your voice softening but still laced with playful sarcasm. “all the gifts you got tonight weren’t enough? you really need another treat?”

he pouts again, letting out an exaggerated whine as you call him out on his attempt to pin the idea of toys on you. “hey, it’s not my fault that my dirty mind went there first, okay?” he defends, his tone a little defensive but still playful.

he leans into your touch, a low hum escaping his lips as your fingers trace circles on his shoulder. his expression takes on a hint of a cheeky smile as he responds to your question. “well… i never said no to more treats.”

geto strolls into the bedroom, a smirk on his lips as he takes in the scene before him. gojo pouting while wrapped in your arms, the pile of gifts littering the floor.

he leans casually against the doorframe, crossing his arms over his chest as he watches his boyfriend and girlfriend with a mixture of amusement and affection— watches the two of you flirt idly in the middle of the bedroom. his expression is mildly amused, a small smirk tugging at the corners of his lips as he interrupts the exchange. “you’re both aware it’s already close to four in the morning, right?” he points out, his voice both fond and slightly teasing.

you let out a dramatic sigh of relief, leaning slightly toward geto as if he’s your savior. “thank god you’re here,” you say, your tone a mix of exasperation and amusement. “please, please tell satoru that he’s being completely unreasonable for wanting to do… kinky stuff at four in the morning, just because it’s his birthday.”

gojo lets out another overdramatic whine, making it very clear that he finds your plea to geto to take your side very offensive. “hey, i’m not being unreasonable!” he protests, his expression taking on a mix of mock offense and exaggerated hurt. “it’s my birthday, after all. i should be able to get my way for tonight, right?”

geto just raises an eyebrow, his smirk growing wider as he watches the two of you banter back and forth. he’s obviously enjoying watching you team up against gojo, his gaze shifting between you both with mild amusement. “and don’t try to deny it,” gojo adds, turning his pleading puppy eyes from you to geto. “you would be agreeing with me right now if you weren’t so tired.”

geto lets out a low chuckle, his smirk shifting to a subtle smile—one that holds a hint of affectionate indulgence. “i will admit, the thought is a little tempting,” he murmurs, his tone surprisingly contemplative. “but you’re both clearly exhausted, you especially,” he points at you.

you let out a soft sigh, feeling a wave of relief wash over you. thank god for geto, the voice of reason amidst gojo’s endless antics. you don’t say anything, but your subtle glance of gratitude toward geto says enough—he always knows how to balance things out.

geto steps closer, placing a hand on his shoulder with a mix of firmness and affection. “come on,” he says, his tone soft yet persuasive. “she’s been running around all day, planning and pulling off the entire birthday surprise for you.” he gestures toward the pile of gifts and the remnants of the celebration. “she deserves some rest. and you’ve still got hours of your day left. you can demand whatever you want later—when she’s had enough sleep.”

gojo’s pout deepens at geto’s words, his expression shifting to a mix of slight frustration and affectionate pleading. he starts to protest, opens his mouth to respond, but the stern edge to geto’s tone stops him in his tracks.

he looks sheepish for a moment, his gaze darting between you and geto before he lets out a sigh of defeat. “ugh, fine,” he relents, his voice laced with resignation. “i guess i’ll save my demanding for when we’re both more awake.”

he leans against you a little more, his arm wrapping around your waist in a loose but affectionate hold. “i’m holding you two to that, though,” he declares, his voice soft but with a hint of playfulness. “my birthday might be almost over, but that doesn’t mean i’m giving up on my request.”

geto just chuckles, a mixture of fondness and indulgence in his expression. he leans in to give gojo a quick kiss on the forehead before ruffling his hair affectionately. “we’ll see what we can do, birthday boy.”

geto notices the way your eyelids are drooping, your head slightly bobbing as you fight to stay awake. he lets out a quiet chuckle, shaking his head as he turns his attention back to gojo.

“she’s too tired to argue with you right now,” geto says softly, his tone laced with amusement as he gestures toward your sleep-heavy form. “but i’ll answer for her: we’ll think about it later. maybe.” he presses a quick kiss to gojo’s forehead before giving his hair a playful ruffle. “for now, let’s get you both to bed before one of you collapses.”

with that, geto moves to support you, carefully helping you towards the bed while still keeping an eye on gojo, who pouts but reluctantly starts to follow as well. “come on, birthday boy,” geto murmurs with a smirk, his tone a mix of affection and exasperation. “time to call it a night.”

gojo lets out a dramatic sigh, exaggerating the effort of walking in a bid for sympathy. “i’m not even tired,” he protests, his words undermined by another exaggerated yawn. he begrudgingly allows geto to guide him towards the bed, his expression still faintly sulky. “i’m not the one who’s about to pass out from exhaustion,” he mumbles, glancing over at you with a hint of concern in his eyes.

you climb into bed with a relieved sigh, the comfort of the soft sheets instantly lulling you further into sleepiness. without opening your eyes, you weakly extend your arms toward gojo, your voice soft and muffled as you murmur, “come here, satoru.”

gojo’s pout melts into a soft, affectionate smile at your sleepy request. he quickly complies, his slight frustration instantly replaced by tenderness. he crawls into bed beside you, his movements gentle and careful as he scoots close to you.

he wraps his arms around your form, holding you close against his chest in a warm embrace. “i’m still mad at you,” he whispers into your ear, his voice soft and warm despite his faux grumbles.

as gojo’s soft grumbles reach your ears, you let out a sleepy mumble, your voice barely above a whisper. “i know,” you say with a tiny sigh, the exhaustion evident in your tone as you snuggle a little deeper into his embrace.

gojo hums in response, clearly pleased despite his earlier protests. without warning, he takes off your shirt, tugging your bra down, nuzzling his face against your breast and taking your nipple into his mouth with a content sigh. “you’re lucky i love you,” he mumbles, his voice slightly muffled but filled with affection.

geto chuckles softly from behind, shaking his head at gojo’s antics. “you’re like a clingy puppy, satoru,” he teases lightly as he climbs into bed behind you. he gently pulls the blanket over all three of you, his arm slipping around your waist from behind as he settles in.

gojo just hums in response to geto’s teasing, his actions already making it clear that he’s not paying attention to his boyfriend’s words. he continues to nuzzle against your breast, his lips and tongue working gently against your skin as he lets out a soft, satisfied sound. “soft,” he murmurs, his words barely audible but the fondness and warmth in his tone obvious.

geto just shakes his head fondly, shifting behind you to wrap his arm around your waist and press a kiss to the back of your shoulder. “don’t bite,” geto warns gojo, his voice a mix of fond admonishment and mild warning. “she’s already exhausted. don’t go making things even more difficult for her to get to sleep.”

despite the warning, there’s a hint of amusement in his tone as he watches gojo’s antics. he shifts behind you, his arm tightening around your waist while his chin rests on your shoulder. “i swear, you’re worse than a needy puppy today.” gojo lets out a quiet huff, his voice slightly muffled by your chest. “it’s my birthday, i’m allowed to act a little needy,” he protests, his words a blend of stubbornness and endearing petulance.

he lets out another satisfied sigh, his breath warm against your skin as he nuzzles his face against your breast once more. “besides, she’s so soft and warm,” he mumbles, his voice laced with affection. “can you blame me for wanting to snuggle?”

their voices filter through your drowsy haze, you let out a low, sleepy grumble. “shut up, both of you,” you mutter, your words slurred and muffled by exhaustion. without opening your eyes, your arm tightens around gojo, pulling him closer against your breast.

both gojo and geto chuckle at your sleepy protest, their voices soft and affectionate. “see? she doesn’t mind,” gojo responds, his voice muffled by your chest as he lets out another contented sigh. “she’s just as clingy as i am right now.”

geto’s arm tightens around your waist as he nuzzles his face into the back of your neck. “you both cling like puppies when you’re tired,” he teases, his tone light and fond.

it wasn’t long before your breathing evens out and you drift into a deep sleep, the two of them fall quiet, their playful banter replaced with a shared sense of calm. gojo shifts slightly, careful not to disturb you, his head still resting against your chest. his eyes close as he lets himself relax, his earlier energy finally giving way to exhaustion.

geto look at gojo over your shoulder, and see the man having his lips around your nipple in contentment, acting like a toddler being breastfeed. he lets out a quiet huff, his expression both amused and slightly fond as he watches gojo clinging to you like an over-affectionate pup. he slowly reaches out, taking a gentle hold of gojo’s hair and giving it a light, affectionate tug. “you’re such a spoiled brat.” he mutters softly, his tone filled with a mix of admonishment and affection.

gojo gives one last soft, contented suckle before finally lifting his head from your breast, his gaze a little hazy from tiredness. he glances up at geto, his expression both sheepish and defiant all at once. “it’s my birthday,” he repeats, playing the birthday card once again, his voice groggy with sleep but still adamant. “i’m allowed to be spoiled today.”

“you’re spoiled every day, not just your birthday,” geto responds with a roll of his eyes, his voice dripping with affectionate sarcasm. he leans in and gently presses a kiss to the top of gojo’s head, his hand still lightly holding a handful of his fluffy hair. “go to sleep, you brat.”

gojo lets out a small huff, his expression still a mix of stubborn insistence and exhaustion. “i’m not tired,” he complains in a tone that suggests he’s lying. “i could stay awake all night.” he glances over at you, his gaze shifting to the peaceful expression on your face as you sleep. “i wanna keep watching her,” he mutters, his voice quieter now but still stubbornly resistant. “and suck her,” and then his lips find its way to your nipple once again.

geto lets out another sigh, a mix of fond amusement and mock annoyance in his tone. “you’re not watching her,” he murmurs with a soft chuckle, his hand gently tugging gojo’s hair again. “you’re just using her as an excuse to satisfy your clinginess.”

he glances at your sleeping form, his gaze shifting between your face and gojo’s lips latched onto your breast. “let her rest, for god’s sake. she’s been up all day, and you know she’s spent.”

gojo pouts slightly, his expression still stubbornly insistent but visibly affected by exhaustion. “i’ll be gentle,” he protests, his voice slightly quieter now. “i just wanna…” he trails off, his words lost as he nuzzles his face against your breast, his lips gently sucking once more. he lets out a soft, drowsy hum, his eyes starting to droop with tiredness. “can’t i just…?” he murmurs against your skin, the last word trailing off into a quiet sigh.

geto lets out another sigh, his expression softening as he watches gojo cuddle up against you. he shakes his head with a touch of affectionate resignation. “fine,” he relents, his voice quieter now but still affectionate. “be gentle, and let her rest. but if you keep her up all night, i swear i’ll tie you up and make you sleep on the sofa.”

gojo looks up at geto with a hint of victory in his gaze, his expression a mix of sleepiness and determination. “i’ll be gentle, i promise.” he responds, his voice still a little groggy but with a hint of stubbornness.

he wraps his arms around you, holding you closer against his body while he nuzzles his face against your breast once more. “i just wanna take a little more,” he whispers, his words slurring slightly with tiredness. “just a little more before i sleep.”

geto rolls his eyes once more, though his expression holds a hint of resigned fondness. “just a little more,” he repeats in a soft murmur, his words tinged with affectionate sarcasm. he leans in and kisses the top of gojo’s head again before settling back into his comfortable embrace.

he glances at your sleeping form once more, his gaze lingering on your face for a moment before returning to watch gojo sucking your nipple while the man continues to nuzzle against your breast, his lips softly suckling as he holds you closely against him. his movements are slow and drowsy, his tiredness now beginning to overpower his stubborn determination to stay awake.

his eyes start to droop, his breathing growing heavier and slower as he slowly succumbs to exhaustion. he lets out a low hum against your skin, his voice a soft murmur as he finally lets slumber claim him.

“so soft,” he mumbles, his words barely intelligible as he finally drifts off to sleep. geto watches gojo’s movements grow slower and more sleepy, a small, affectionate smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

he waits quietly, observing as gojo’s eyes slowly close and his breathing deepens with sleep. it takes a few moments, but eventually, gojo’s gentle sucking comes to a gradual stop, his body settling into a relaxed position against yours. geto gently runs his fingers through gojo’s hair, his touch gentle and affectionate. “finally,” he murmurs softly, his voice a mix of exhausted relief and fondness.

he lets out a quiet sigh, his gaze lingering on gojo’s sleeping form for a few moments longer before glancing at your face, observing your peaceful expression as you sleep. after a moment, he shifts his position, carefully moving so that he’s curled around behind you, his arm wrapping around your waist in a loose yet protective hold. he presses a soft, affectionate kiss to the back of your shoulder before letting his eyes close, his own exhaustion finally catching up to him.

[yangkitties]

bros before hoes ✰ p.sh smau

synopsis > with the help of fukutomi tsuki, park y/n finally gains the courage to face their long time crush, the one and only, park sunghoon. park sunghoon thinks it's love at first sight when he sees her. paired up as the new mcs of music bank, shenanigans ensue when y/n learns about sunghoon's crush...

or in which... park y/n is an idiot with a big heart and park sunghoon is an oblivious fool [affectionate]

genre > smau + written, idol au, idiots to lovers, mutual pining, slight slow burn but not really, minimal angst, LOTS of fluff

warnings > constant and consistent cursing, probably terribly written 'angst', crack

featuring > idol!p.sh x idol!gn!reader, most of enha, bang chan of stray kids, tsuki of billlie, jooyeon of xdinary heroes, haewon of nmixx, chaeryeong of itzy, sunwoo of the boyz, wonbin & anton of riize (cameo) + wonyoung and winter face claim in *some* places (there's only so much i can do, sorry-), inaccurate depictions of idol life but hey this is fiction so!

status > completed (150424-151124)

taglist > CLOSED!

note > ITS FINALLY HERE 😭😭😭 i've been working on this for a while now and im SO happy to finally be able to share this with you guys!! shout out to my darling abby who beta read this and kept me motivated while planning, you're the BEST 🤕🫶

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profiles > EN- | NEXUS | PRIVZ

chapters:-

prologue: bye bye akkong 01: the 'meet' cute (0.7k) 02: the announcement 03: you think i knew ??? 04: Big Reveal(s) (0.6k) 05: he likes WHO?! 06: new MCs in town (0.6k) 07: scheming and plotting 08: 7th sense (0.7k) 09: dance dance (0.7k) 10: great chemistry 11: ding dong ditch (0.9k) 12: snap shoot (0.5k) 13: ynhoon live !! 14: hide and seek (1.1k) 15: yn solo ! (0.5k) 16: practice makes perfect (1.5k) 17: WHATS UP MMA 🗣️ (0.9k) 18: after party (1.6k) 19: WHY KCON WHY 20: chaemin = opp 21: three's a crowd 22: lean on me 23: reality check 24: read the first word again 25: heart 2 heart 26: soft launch 27: 6 month anniversary 28: drama queen 29: best couple? best couple! 30: MC #YNHOON

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[ghostgirl-22]

this came to me in a dream. 30s dilf pat with early 20s art. penny for your thoughts?

My thoughts are de-aging the slutty blonde to give Patrick an entirely new and added age gap complex. On top of everything else… wait is that not what we’re all thinking? 😭😭😭

CW: 18+ !NSFW! Age gap 10-11 years, obviously don’t read if that makes you uncomfortable. Slight teacher/student iffy power dynamics Yes, he’s a slut here again and a bit of a brat. But he’s more in control of it.

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It’s not really Art’s fault. He doesn’t even mean to do it. He doesn’t need a lot of attention. Just a little. A fun little buzz and he’s a bit of a mess. He once accidentally made out with his big sister’s boyfriend, um ex-boyfriend. Jackson. Accidentally spent 30 minutes dry humping him in his bed before she caught him. She was so pissed at him, called him a slut. But it was an accident. It wasn’t his fault Jackson started rubbing his leg under the table and Art lost his mind a little.

He doesn’t even really like boys. Well not all boys. Well not really. Okay maybe some. He’s crushing hard on his Stanford tennis coach at the moment. Coach Zweig. He’s a lot older but so fucking hot. Bearded, tall, with skin that’s all golden in the sunshine. Everyone says he’s loaded and he just does this for the hell of it. Because he used to play for Stanford a million years ago before he got injured and he can’t let it go. He’s dating tennis superstar Tashi Duncan. “They’re practically married.” Everyone says.

He’s too fucking hot. He always wears shorts that are too fucking short, when he sits on the bench during practice, manspreading while he chats with the assistant coach, sometimes Art swears he can see the outline of it and he feels dizzy.

Art would normally give up. Maybe consider it futile if it weren’t for the way he sometimes catches Coach Zweig staring at him. Especially when he’s flirting with one of his teammates. Sometimes with a faraway look on his face. But when Art catches his eye and winks he’ll smile and roll his eyes looking away.

It’s also in the way it feels like he can barely stand to be near Art. His body goes tense, and he’s suddenly a bit less casual than he always is and the tips of his ears go all red whenever Art openly flirts with him. He’s always praising Art amongst the group (and of course he is, Art’s number one singles and the best player on the team) but whenever it’s time to give him feedback, he always tells Coach Meg to do it for him. Like he’s afraid to stand too close.

So basically it’s not Art’s fault. He did sneak into the club with his friend but it was a gay club. And Coach Zweig isn’t gay so Art didn’t expect to see him there. Art isn’t gay either but he’s a good friend. And it’s not just because he gave said friend a hand job and nothing else.

It’s fine. His friend has moved on, he’s making out with some senior, lips locked like they’re ready to go home. It’s almost 1 am and Art’s a little drunk, everybody’s been so nice… buying him drinks. He’s starting to feel a little guilty for sort of blowing them off after. He’s normally into it… into the flirting but he sees Coach Zweig all the way across the room. Talking to some guy. A blonde. Leaning into his ear, rubbing his waist. Art bites at the rim of his glass.

He’s dizzy. Dizzy. Really fucking dizzy. But he makes his way over. Coach Zweig spots him before he approaches.

He smiles but not with his eyes as he shakes his head. “What the fuck?” he says as Art leans next to him on the wall. One of his favorite things is how much Coach Zweig, no Patrick, swears. He doesn’t know why but hearing his potty mouth turns Art on.

“Hi coach,” he grins.

"Who' s this?” Patrick’s blonde friend gives him a look.

“One of my players, I’ll catch up with you,” Patrick says to him.

The blonde man glances at Art and then shuffles off.

“He’s cute,” Art grins.

“God you’re fucking 19 how the hell did you get in here?” Patrick hisses, when they’re alone.

“I’m not 19.”

“What—twenty?”

Art nods, smiling.

“How good is your fake?”

“Really good,” Art says, leaning closer. “Want me to buy you a drink?”

Patrick smiles. Art can’t help but notice the way his eyes fall over Art’s body. He’s in this sleeveless black shirt, he borrowed from his friend and fitted blue jeans. “You like it?” Art asks.

”You’re too young, Donaldson,” Patrick says. “There are plenty of little 22 year olds over there.” He gestures vaguely to the other side of the room.

Art bites down on his grin and leans even closer. It’s not all in Art’s head. God, Coach Zweig is actually attracted to him. He’s in shorts and a t-shirt. Khaki shorts, that scream 30 something soccer dad on a family vacation. Art wants to see about the outline of it that he’d sometimes glimpse when Patrick’s in his training shorts.

“I think I’m drunk, can you take me home?” Art asks, intimating shyness.

“God,” Patrick looks up at the ceiling and then takes a breath. ”You came here alone?”

“No but my friend left me alone so he could go get fucked,” Art tells him softly, emphasizing the word. “You know I’ve never been fucked before?”

Patrick chuckles and takes a step back. “I can’t take you home, but I can help you get a cab.”

“Did you come here alone?” Art asks. “Patrick.”

“Yeah… let’s get you that cab.”

Art hiccups. He really, really doesn’t want to mess this up. “I’m sorry,” he says quietly.

“It’s okay,” Patrick says, he’s gentle. “How about… we don’t talk about this at the next practice? I didn’t see you here…you didn’t see me.”

Art nods his head. “Okay coach, but I really do feel a little buzzed and I’m only a few blocks away. Please. It’s all wet and rainy outside. I don’t want to wait for a cab.”

Patrick stares him down, like he’s mentally arguing with his better angels.

“Pretty please,” Art asks again.

He takes a breath. “Yeah… okay…fuck it. I’ll drop you off and I’ll come back.”

“Thank you so much!” Art says lightly.

Patrick tells his friend to wait for him and the friend gives Art a side eye, to which Art grins in response.

They hurry outside and get wet in the rain because his jeep is parked in the back of the lot. “How buzzed are you? This is fucking irresponsible, you know that right?” Patrick asks once they’re inside and he’s powering the car on.

“I’m tipsy,” Art says. “All these guys were buying me drinks… and I felt like I couldn’t say no. But I only had a sip of each one.”

”You can always say no,” Patrick says, gently.

“What if I don’t wanna?”

“Mm yeah… alright kid.” He shakes his head, gentle tone gone.

Art smiles. “Is that guy in there— is he your boyfriend?”

“Donaldson.”

“You can just call me Art,” Art says, he leans against the headrest staring at him. His dark hair is damp to his forehead from the rain.

“We’re not gonna talk about this.”

Art shrugs. “I think it’s hot… but what about Tashi Duncan? Isn’t she practically your wife?”

Patrick stops the car in a new spot. “Maybe we should get you that cab?”

Art keeps staring at him. “Okay, and I can wait for it…in your car.”

“You’re unbearable,” Patrick mutters.

“Why?” Art asks. “I’m just one of your players.”

Patrick snorts a laugh and turns to look at him. “Tashi is fine. She knows I— I do things like this when she’s on tour.”

“Things like the guy who looks like me?”

“He doesn’t fucking look like you.”

“I mean he’s old.”

“He’s 31.”

“Yeah old.”

“I’m 31.”

“So like… does it take you a long time to get hard?” Art asks softly, gazing down at his lap.

Patrick takes a breath and faces front again, shifting gears, “Jesus Christ, okay, that’s enough.” He pulls out of the lot.

“I feel like I can’t stop it. Mine’s hard all the time,” Art sighs, fidgeting in his seat. “Like when we’re in practice. And you're in those short shorts.”

“You need to stop.”

“I can’t.”

“You can.”

“I don’t want to.”

Patrick rubs his palm along his thigh and then grips onto the gear shift again. “If only you were this sure of yourself on the court Donaldson,” he says, it stings a little anytime he criticizes Arts playing. He was great before the injury. A lot of the team think he’s just saying stuff like that… an old man reminiscing about his glory days but Arts seen old tapes of him playing. He knows. Patrick Zweig was a fucking animal on the court.

He’s watched them a lot. Sometimes in the dark with the volume up and his hands down his pants.

“Maybe if you’d correct me yourself instead of always leaving me to your assistant I’d be better.” Art sighs. “But you can’t be alone with me.”

”That—“ Patrick laughs, that low chuckle, it makes Art’s insides feel like liquid. “That’s not true.”

“It’s so true. We can’t be alone. You can barely stand to be around me because you want to fuck me so bad. Mm not even 21 and you’re terrified just cause you wanna stuff your big old cock in me.”

“Jesus…” Patrick swallows. “I can write you up actually,” he says, he sounds desperate. “I can get you fucking kicked off the team.”

Art hesitates a minute. Then touches his thigh. He shifts his leg like Art’s palm is hotter than a frying pan, but his cock is clearly visible just under the lining of his khakis. “I promise I won’t tell anyone if you do.” Art says softly, biting his lip.

”Fuck,” Patrick breathes, white knuckling the wheel. They’re at a red light. ”You don’t… you don’t even fucking know what you want. You don’t know what you’re talking about.” He says weakly.

Art plays with his tongue in his mouth for a minute and then leans in close to Patrick’s ear, hands grabbing his upper thigh just over where his cock is resting. God it’s massive and Art can feel it still fucking… growing. He swallows. “I want you.”

“Jesus… you’re gonna ruin my fucking life.” Patrick whispers.

Art grins, and presses his lips to Patrick’s throat. Kissing and sucking there.

“Shit, you can’t… you can’t mark me,” he whispers.

“Mmkay,” Art breathes, he’s still rubbing along the outline of his cock. It’s not just long, it’s thick. Art’s whole body is lit up. He’s never had one inside him before. His roommate’s come close a few times but Art always made an excuse to get him to stop. Now he’s anxious and he can’t stop thinking about it.

“You want me to give you head while your driving?” Art whispers, licking his lips.

“Shit… That’s fucking dangerous sweetheart, just… just hold on. I’m gonna stop.”

“Kay.” Art says, shifting in his seat all warm for the “sweetheart”. He’s so fucking horny. His hand is getting sweaty for how hot and hard Patrick’s cock is underneath it. He plays his finger tips along the outline of the tip and Patrick groans. It’s the hottest fucking sound.

“Fuck, I know…” he gasps, “give me a second. Gonna take care of you.”

Art starts mouthing at his throat again. Sucking. Probably leaving marks. He can’t help himself. He barely notices it when the car stops except for when he feels Patrick’s fingers in his hair. “Oh god. You’re gonna make a fucking mess out of me. You gorgeous fucking thing.” Patrick breathes.

Art finds his mouth. His beard tickles scratchy and soft on Arts bare face. He tastes like honey flavored cough drops and cigarettes. Even the way he smokes is so fucking sexy. Just bored, lazy, casually sexy. Keeps one on his lips while he’s lazily tossing a tennis ball across the court with his racket. Art’s pushing his tongue inside searching all over his mouth, soft and heated. Feels Patrick’s tongue and presses his own against it. Teasing it, licking it while Patrick teases him back. Patrick’s hands are all over him, fingers tangled in his hair.

Art attempts to get at Patrick’s zipper so he can reach his hand inside and feel him for real but Patrick pulls him back when Art starts to moan.

“Fuck,” Patrick whispers, eyes all sparkly, he’s cradling Art’s face in his hands. “You’re so fucking… so fucking bad for me.”

Art licks his lips, gazing into his pretty eyes. “Can I suck it?” Art asks, softly.

Patrick teases his fingers back into his hair. “You ever suck dick before?”

“Mmhm, my friend begged me to in the back of the cab after we dropped off his girlfriend.”

Patrick exhales. “God. You sure do know how to make friends…. Fuck… go ahead… yeah you can suck it.”

Art grins and moves to get on his knees. He can hardly wait. He’s tugging at the zipper, inhaling as much as he can of Patrick’s scent strong, heedy, masculine, nose pressed in his pubic hair as he drags Patrick’s boxers down.

His cock pops out and holy shit, Art’s never had one this big in his mouth. He’s so fucking perfect and full. Art licks at it right away. Almost like if he doesn’t Patrick will change his mind and tell him he’s gotta go home. He does everything he knows how to do. Licks along the underside, pearls of pre-cum are already leaking out and he’s shivering because he knows it’s him that’s fucking causing this. He’s the reason Patrick, his coach, his fucking hot coach is so aroused. He licks at the tip and Patrick groans.

Art starts feeding it into his mouth, taking as much as he can.

“Oh fuck,” Patrick inhales. “Oh sweetheart… it’s… god… take it easy. Fuck.”

“Wanna make you come,” Art says, except he’s talking with his mouth full so it’s probably not even distinguishable as words. He’s swirling his tongue around the tip, his mouth is so full and so wet and he can hear Patrick breathing. Trying not to moan.

Art can’t help himself. He needs to jerk off, he undoes his fly with one hand and reaches into his pants. This is the sluttiest thing he’s ever done. And he’s been pretty slutty. He lets it slip and slide in and out of his mouth, sucking and licking and swallowing till Patrick can’t hold anything back.

“Mm you drive me fucking crazy… flirting with all your teammates and all I can do is watch them play with you…” He groans. Fingers pulling at Art’s hair. It’s not seconds later that Art begins to make a mess in his pants jerking himself to completion as he moans with his mouth full of Patrick’s pulsing cock.

“All that gum chewing, even though I fucking beg you everyday to spit it out before you come to practice. Then you start sucking on your filthy fingers and all I can fucking think about is your pretty pink lips stretched around my… fuck.” He starts coating the inside of Art’s mouth with hot wet liquid. Spurts of it filling him, one after the other as Patrick groans breathlessly and Art swallows as much as he can. He pulls back gasping, skin fever warm, watching some of it drip obscenely from lips onto the console. So much fucking hotter than anything he imagined.

Patrick brushes his thumb over Art’s mouth wiping off the excess come, Art takes the thumb in his mouth looking up at Patrick while he licks at it.

“Jesus Christ, I’m so fucked,” Patrick whispers. He slips his thumb out and takes hold of his cock, it’s flagging a bit but not completely soft yet. He eases it back into his pants.

Art is aware of where they are now. An empty Target parking lot, not far away from campus. He pushes himself up from the floor and scrambles onto Patrick’s lap. He feels the steering wheel at his back, one knee driving uncomfortably into the seat belt holder but it’s worth it for the way Patrick starts rubbing him, reaches into Art’s pants and sighs. “Fuck… You were touching yourself sweetheart?”

“Mmhm,” Art hums. Patrick pulls him into a kiss no doubt he can taste himself and he doesn’t even care. Makes Art just want him even more. “I have wet dreams about you all the time,” Art says giddy against his lips.

“Mm do you?”

“Mmhm. Can I come over?”

“God.”

“I want you to fuck me.”

Patrick plays with his t-shirt. ”How many boys have fucked you?”

“You can be my first. I’m a really fast learner.”

Patrick takes a deep breath and rolls his eyes. He rests his head back against the chair. “I’m um— I’m gonna take you home. And you’re gonna be a good boy,” His fingers are under Art’s shirt now, warm fingertips on his bare tummy, playing with the waist band of his boxers. “No more teasing… no more… flirting, especially at practice. And if you’re good… if you’re really fucking good…”

Art bites down on his inevitable grin. “Mmhm?”

“I might be here next weekend. My house might be empty. And I might let you come over.”

“I can be so good for you,” Art says, wiggling on his lap.

“God… you’re so fucking good at that…” Patrick says softly. “That’s exactly the type of behavior that needs to stop.”

Art grins as Patrick grabs at him at the waist and lifts him off his lap onto the empty passengers seat. “Put on your seatbelt.”

“Yes sir,” Art says giddly.

“You’re not going to get anything next weekend, are you?” Patrick mutters pulling the seat up and starting the car.

“Mm not if I can get it tonight and next weekend.” Art grins.

Patrick rolls his eyes, smiling and accelerates out of the parking lot.

[robilover]

Robin and Topaz taking care of an overworked fem!reader Headcanons !

pairing(s): robin, topaz x fem!reader (separate)

cw: purely sfw, mentions of topaz’s real name, massaging, a little makeout session (topaz), non-sexual bubble bath (topaz), men and homophobes dni.

a/n: I accidentally deleted the ask, I’m so sorry😭 I’ll do both for you! do take some rest, you deserve them and you need them. I hope this is to your liking. <3

Robin

robin is a very busy woman; being a famous intergalactic songstress and all, she also gets tired from all the tours and her very obsessive fans.

she’s used to going home late, to see you home first before her. however, there will be times wherein she’s the first to come home, your presence absent.

robin would be surprised to see you come home late. she will get very concerned. she would ask you how work was for you today, and when you respond with a tired sigh, she doesn’t ask any more questions, so as to not overwhelm you further.

she will offer to let her take care of you, wanting to carry you back to your shared bedroom. it doesn’t matter about your size, she’s strong enough to lift you in her arms. she doesn’t want you to exert any more effort in anything, just wanting you to rest.

robin will cuddle you close to her heart. <3

she will lull you to sleep, humming and singing softly into your ear until you fall asleep in her arms. she even gently massages your head, your arms — the parts where you think you feel sore at.

as soon as you’re asleep, she will let out a sigh as her face forms another frown. she’d then reach out to her phone that was on the nightstand. it must’ve been a hard day for you, wasn’t it? don’t worry, robin will take care of everything. she will make sure that you will be back to your energetic self.

the morning after that, when you slowly woke up, you’re surprised that robin was still with you. she was only in an oversized shirt and pyjama pants, her hair up in a messy bun as she had a cup of coffee in her hand. the faint noise of the television can be heard in the bedroom as you thought that robin was watching a movie or something.

you stirred, letting out a soft groan as you felt robin’s arm tightening a bit around you. she looked down at you with a smile.

“you’re awake,” she whispered. “good morning, sweetheart. slept well?” she leaned down to press a soft kiss on your forehead.

“mm, good morning, robin.. what time is it?” you greeted, nuzzling your face into her chest, resulting in a giggle from your girlfriend.

“it’s 8:30 in the morning, love.”

suddenly, you stopped moving. your sleepiness vanished in a split second.

“h-huh? I-I’m late for work!” you panicked as you tried to get up, only to be stopped by robin.

“no, you are resting today.” she said with a chuckle. “you are on a day off. I don’t want my girlfriend to tire herself again.” she added, placing her mug on the nightstand to maneuver you on top of her.

“you’re in for a weekend to get spoiled by yours truly. I had to call your boss that you’ll be staying home for a few days.” robin explained softly as she pressed a kiss to the top of your head, her hand gently making your head rest on her chest, her free hand gently caressing at the small of your back.

“what about you?” you asked, your cheek against her chest.

“don’t worry about me, honey. this weekend will be all about you.”

—

Topaz

just like robin, topaz is also a very busy woman; being one of the ten stonehearts, being the manager of the strategic investment department of the ipc, even being the leader of the special debts picket team. that’s a lot to shoulder.

as soon as she sees that stressed out look on your face as you were on your phone, she takes your phone and turns it off. numby would even place your phone to who knows where (just on a table) as topaz will pick you up in her arms, bridal style.

topaz will try to get that stressed expression off of your face as she tries to make some lighthearted jokes.

don’t stress yourself out! only she can be stressed, she’d chuckle. it will result in her getting a slap on the shoulder. she says that it’s to lighten up the mood. don’t be so grumpy~

she would carry you to the bedroom and tells you to stay there so she can prepare a bubble bath for the both of you. who were you to refuse? you love taking bubble baths with topaz! minus numby. it’s just for the both of you. sorry, numby. not tonight.

once in the bathtub, topaz will pull you close to her (naked) body and massage your head that it’d already make you sleepy. she’d also massage your shoulders, arms, hands, thighs — anywhere, really. as long as you ask her where to, she will do as you say.

topaz loves to press fleeting kisses along your neck as your body is pressed against hers. it makes her feel just as relaxed as you.

“there— ah, that’s the spot, topaz..” you sighed in content as topaz massaged your shoulders and back. she let out a soft chuckle.

“right here, baby?” she giggled while massaging you, even pressing a gentle kiss on your shoulder blade, making you smile.

“mhm,” you hummed with a chuckle, leaning your back against her front. after a while of massaging you, topaz wrapped her arms around your waist and rested her chin on your shoulder.

there was a comforting silence enveloping the both of you. topaz’s soft hums can be heard as she thought that it would at least soothe you. pressing another kiss onto your shoulder, she whispered.

“feeling relaxed yet?” she said against your skin.

“yes,” you replied. “it’s all because of you, jelena. thank you for this.” you added with a gentle smile, turning your head to press a kiss against her temple. topaz’s cheeks flushed at the kiss, feeling giddy; especially when you called her her real name.

“d’aww, it’s nothing, sweetheart! anything for my sweet girl.” she chuckled.

moments later, she pulled herself out of the bathtub to get a towel, then pulled you out of the bathtub as well. she wrapped the towel around herself and you with a giggle, gently leading you out of the bathroom and to your shared bedroom.

as soon as you were both dressed in your matching pyjamas, topaz picked you up in her arms and carried you to the bed, earning a giggle from you. she first sat down and placed you on her lap, her hands on your hips.

topaz pressed soft kisses against your lips before giving you a gentle yet passionate kiss. your arms around her neck as you both kissed.

both of you made out for a while until you pulled back to press your forehead against hers. with a breathless smile, you whispered against her lips.

“I love you, jelena.”

“I love you more, y/n.”

[t3ag3rs]

Hii!!! I hope youre doing well. I loved your last bakugo hcs! Could u do a part 2 of younger! s/o x bakugou?

help ykw so funny this is based of delusions of my crush whose also my moms friends son and a yr older than me.... but yes ofc 😋 (even tho i havent updated my actual fanfic in more than a week...) ITS A SHORT ONE YALL IVE BEEN REAL BUSY WITH PROJECTS THESE PAST COUPLE WEEKS

the next encounter you have with bakugou is when his mom invites you and a couple of close work friends over to their house.

you walk in and head upstairs to see the other kids only to find them in the theatre room watching Spiderman.

you awkwardly sit at the opposite end of bakugou and who you guessed was his baby cousin on his lap.

after about 30 minutes you start getting bored so ofc ur eyes start traveling to the other side...

that views better than the movie anyways.

"hey shortcakes... wanna play cards with the kids?" asks bakugou as he stands up grabbing his cousin.

"yeah we can" you smile sitting down on the floor in a circle next to his cousin. "hey there.. whats your name?" you inquire to the kid as bakugou goes to find the cards.

"tobio" (bear w me😭🙏) he states smiling, you grin before leaning to him, "hey you should really tell bakugou that you like me better.."

"okay" he giggles before shuffling next to you as you hear footsteps approach. "tobio- you like me better right..???" You chuckle.

"wayyyy better" he replies looking at bakugou, "suit yourself bud.. just know that means your not getting to play on my phone anymore" chortles the other male showing off his phone.

you slap his arm, "hey! thats leverage! not allowed!" you exclaim, "yeah..! What she said!" adds tobio looking at you.

"tobio youre supposed to be on my side here! I'm your cousin!" bakugou says defensively.

you stick your tongue out in response with a playfully grin as you hug tobio. "hes mine now old man..!" you laugh.

all that could be heard from downstairs was the sound of pure laughter from you and bakugou.

"dont start stealing my stuff shortcakes.." he grins at you as he stretches and slumps his body weight on to your side. you grunt as you shove him off, "get off you big back..!"

only to which you were suffocated by his weight again.

"MITSUK-!!" you start before bakugou places his hand over your mouth. you stare up at him wide eyed with a slight blush dusting your cheeks.

"how bout you dont kay shortcakes?" he asks with a devilish smirk.

well fuck. there goes your sanity.

[gallavichsreddie1128]

Hannibal falling for a cold surgeon

Description: Hannibal falling for a cold surgeon

Request: Hello again! I'm sorry to bother you(I feel like I'm very annoying, I'm so sorry😭), but could you write about a reader who is cold and a surgeon with Hannibal falling for her? Female! Please??? Nsfw or sfw?

Hannibal would be utterly smitten by the surgeon that he has. 

She never seemed to put up with anyone’s shit and always kept a close eye on her patients. 

Hannibal, being one of them due to a broken arm. 

Dr.Y/L/N always had a stern look on her face as she was with him

Maybe she knew who he was?

“Dr. Hannibal Lecter” The first time they met she said his name with a little amusement but didn’t smile. 

He loved the way his name sounded on her lips btw.

“Isn’t the nurse supposed to be here? Not that I mind.” 

She snorted and told him why she was there.

“You’re overprotective.”

Was he trying to fight? 

“Call it what you want Dr. Lecter it’s how I am.” 

She was early 30’s

He may or may not have got her file somehow. 

She wasn’t married or divorced. A perfect opportunity for him.

“You must know who I am.” 

For the first time she laughed, in his face.

“So what, are you a celebrity or something?” 

The coldness was back in her voice and she turned away from him. 

He wanted to joke with her but could tell she wasn’t the joking type

He wanted to break down her walls. 

He loved to tease her and watch her as she did work

He would ask her questions about her life, how she became a surgeon.

“Why do you wanna know, Lecter?” 

She dropped the title when she addressed him now 

He loved the way his last name sounded from her mouth

Will thought she was great for Hannibal 

He enjoyed the fact that Hannibal was no longer annoying him but the surgeon 

“Alright, it's my last day with you.”

He hated that and was making sure that it was in fact not his last day with her.

“When can I get your number?” 

It was the first day that he saw her smirk

“You think I’m gonna give you my number just cuz you’re charming?”

So she thinks he’s charming?

“Well since you think I’m charming, yes” 

He broke down her walls and she gave him her number. 

“You give your number to all your patients you find charming?”

She threatened to take her number back 

Jokingly ofc 

Hannibal left and called her the next day and asked her out.

She said yes and he offered to cook her dinner 

She told him she was a picky eater 

He could deal with that.  

[sturnlova]

Matt’s long john (M.S)

(Matt Sturniolo x Female reader)

( Warning : Smut, new to writing, not proof read all the way, pet names, breeding kink and other ones, i don’t know what else 😭 )

Matt : Blue

Y/N : Pink

Chris : Orange

Nick : Purple

( Word count : 900)

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“Next up, we have Matt’s long john” Chris bursted out laughing due to matt’s stunned reaction to Chris’ words.

Me and Nick where in the background as Nick said in a frightened voice “ why would you ever say that” i giggled as i walked past Matt and whispered in his ear “ am i gonna get proof?” Matts ears and checks turned pink due to my words, i just walked away and sat on chair next to Nick waiting for the next donuts.

Time skip

Nick was fast asleep and i was just facing his back on my phone scrolling through TikTok until i got a snap for Matt, it’s not like it was weird for us to text but we didn’t really text on snapchat as i barely used it.

I opened the snap to be shown with a 8 and a half dick with a pink tip and a vein running down the side with matt’s hand holding it, and the text reading “ here’s ya proof” i could hear the Boston accent through the text.

I was still in a state of shock but snapped out of it to slowly make my way to Matt’s room.

I got out of Nick’s room silently and went to Matt’s room forgetting i had the tiniest shorts and a Calvin klein bra.

As i was about to open the door it swung open before my eyes to be meet with matt with dangerously low plaid pants showing his v-line and a happy trail along with no top on.

He grabbed me the waist and kissed me passionately, i started clenching my thigh to attempt to get rid of the growing heat between my thighs.

Matt noticed this and asked me if it was okay to remove my bottoms “ it’s okay Matty, remove my bra well you’re at it, don’t forgot your pants to” Matt removed all of our clothes and threw it somewhere in his room.

He kicked the door closed with his foot and placed me on the bed, he pulled me to the edge of the bed and started fingering me as he whispered praises in my ear.

I just moaned in response, but i needed more than his fingers, “ Matt please fuck me i need it.” and with that Matt added his length to my tight hole stretching me out.

He gave me 30 seconds to adjust but it was definitely not enough time as he started pounding into me” FUCK MATT SHIT YOURE SO BIG, FUCK I DONT KNOW IF I CAN HANDLE IT” i moaned insanely loud as he cut me off with his fingers that were once in me.

Nick called me, Matt saw this and made me answer the phone to talk to Nick.

“ Y/N are you in Matt’s room FUCKING him?”

Matt continued thrusting in me even though i was on call with his brother.

“ no nick i’m- i’m ju-just in his room .. bec- because you were sleeping and i go- got b.. bored.”

“Ok?? Are you ok you’re stuttering a lot?”

“ I’m o-okay i’m just not really focused, we are w-watching a sh-show”

“Ok well come back soon i still need a cuddle buddy.”

and with that i threw my phone across the room.

“ Good girl, lying to him just for you can get fucked by me, nearly got caught with the way you stuttered. Am i fucking you dumb ma?” “ yes fuck Matt you are.”

He kept on ramming into me, it was a speed i didn’t even know was possible, with every thrust hitting my g-spot i must’ve had 3 orgasms.

He licked the tears that feel from my eyes, and stated “ pretty girl can i fuck my babies in you? make you carry a mini me? you gonna let me fill you up?” He started whimpering as his thrust got slower and i was fucked dumb to the point i was barely able to respond, so i just silently moaned yes in response hoping he heard.

He released in me mixing both of our fluids together as i also came undone underneath him.

As he pulled out our juices started coming out but that didn’t last long since he pushed it back in my sensitive hole making me moan.

“Can’t waste any of it”

Matt carried me to the bathroom and placed me down on the toilet to pee, after i did my business he cleaned me and asked if i wanted a shower “ no thanks i can’t stand i’ll have one in the morning” “ Ok Y/N will you sleep with me tonight?” “of course i will Matt”

Matt changed the bedsheets and put me in his over sized top and some boxers, he put his boxers and pants back on as we laid in bed together to drift asleep.

We were interrupted by Nick coming in “ Y/N i get it you and Matt fuck now but i still need my cuddle buddy, also keep the fuck down kid.”

[satellitespinner]

fic recs .

(posted in jan of 2024, soon to be updated.)

-> it takes 10 seconds. | boycott neil.

invisible string theory - @total-dxmure

amazing unique storyline, the angst and fluff balance eachother perfectly!

see you next summer - @carmellie

the angst absolutely kills me!! amazing plot, and accurate character development!

my summer with you - @callmelola111

i have a kink for summer romances i think. all of lolas fics ascend me to the greater god

scent of the pine - @s-4pphics

i could go on for HOURS on how this altered my brain chemistry. the trope, the angst, the fluff, the smut. all the characters are written as though they are real people and i’m in LOVE. sal genuinely got me into fanfiction.

crybaby - @beforeimdeceased

so intriguing!! i re read this more than i can count! the angst at these end got mee

sacchrine saturations - @astralnymphh

poetic as fuckkkk!!! genuinely got me re reading my work 😭😭 author is gen an angel sent from the lord!! INFIDELITY 😔

bad liar - @inf3ct3dd

got me on the edge of my seat!! i loved reading this!! also the aesthetic!! got me hooked! plot line from my favourite movies how could i not love it!

nobody compares to you - @elliesbelle

read it all in one night and was almost late to my 8:30 lecture.. was it worth it? absolutely! :3

perfect pair - @coeurify

i remember reading this for the first time on vacation a really long while ago and i fell in love! if i had to sell my soul to read this for the first time again, i would!

superposition - @totheblood

if she has zero fans, i’m fucking dead. loved this fic with my whole heart!!

lessons on how to exist - @elleloquently

this was so good. so relatable to me personally, it really made me feel seen, and i heart fluff <3

call me if you get lost - @cowgirlcherrie

bro the vibes were immaculateeeeee + i love skating + i love that album + i love cherrie + holy shit + omg😩

ellie’s away… - @les4elliewilliams

this is such a unique plot i reread atleast once a week. i adore the concept. AND the characters are well written!!!!

i could be your habit - @loaksky

i’m gonna be honest, when it comes to angst- the tlou community PULLS THROUGH. i love it because this masterpiece is SMUTLESSS. yup you heard it.

exoplanet - @minustwofingers

no words? are you fucking kidding me? the amount of grief this shit gave me. the THIUGHT that was put into this. i would too, name a planet after ellie williams….

dydfil - @ohcaptains

One of the first ones i ever read i think. i loved it regardless, i go back and read it all the time!!!!

one of your girls - @lovelettersfromluna

ITS TEWW GOOD 😭😭😭😭 amyt and angst yeah.. HEY IM HERE LIKEEEE

Tis the damn season - @coeurify

this ateeeeee like… fav trope! fav taylor song! i love this so MUCHHHHHH rinie my fav they locked in for this

bsf older sister!sevika - @iambilegs

HCS HCS HCS #ILOVESEVIKA

someone older - @les4elliewilliams

good god. where do i even start. the fact that so much happened in 7k words im genuinely at a loss for words. just fucking kill me now.

letting go - @vxsellie

i have so much to say and not enough words to express how i feel. this is the second time i actually CRIED real sobs over a fic. its so good. heartbreaking. i cant. it hits so close to home and i just love it everyone thank her for writing this!!

[visionofhope04]

Viper (Part 1)

Batfamily x Batsib!Reader

Part 1 (here) Part 2 (coming soon!)

Ages(probably not accurate, just go with it please): Alfred (Immortal), Bruce (45-ish), Barbara (30), Dick (29), Cass (26), Jason (26), Stephanie (21), Tim (20), Reader (18), Damian (16)

Warning(s): cursing, explosions (not detailed), speak of poison and poisoning, (very) minor violence

Part 2 of this headcannon

A/N: Sorry this took so long 😭. So in the preview I posted I said I'd try using third person and they/them pronouns. It hasn't been working out which is why I didn't post this sooner, I'm sooooo sorry :( I've switched it back to using you because I figured it's still inclusive. Hope you guys enjoy this tho! I’m ngl I had a heart attack bc I thought this draft got lost to the void and I was abt to post it.

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Your boots pounded ferociously on the concrete as you ran and made a sharp right turn into another alleyway. He wasn't far behind you, it would only be a matter of time before you were caught. You had to lose him, fast. Your heart beat against your ribcage, your breaths came out in pants from your nose. You were sweating, and not just from the physical effort. Despite being a trained assassin, you were nervous. Getting caught would change everything, but you were confident in your abilities. However, that did little to stop the lingering feeling of dread you felt every time he got a little too close. You sped up and turned right again into a narrow alley. The Red Hood, who was chasing you, did not expect this and couldn’t slow down, and passed the alley. Frustrated, he backpedaled and ran down the alley he saw you go into.

He reached the end of the alley and slowed to a stop. The alleyway opened up to an empty street, and there was no sign of you anywhere. All he saw was the odd stains on the alley’s walls, a dumpster, and garbage bags strewn about. He lost you.

“Fuck!” He exclaimed, then kicked the dumpster for good measure.

You jolted in your hiding spot, hopeful he wouldn’t notice the extra weight when he kicked it. Your heart began pounding harder, as if it was trying to escape your body, if he found you, you honestly thought it might. Blood rushed in your ears as you waited with bated breaths. Would he open it? Find you? Compromise everything you’ve worked so hard for? You wouldn’t go down without a fight, but with the Lazarus pit in his blood and not much of it in yours, you doubted you’d be able to take him with strength alone. You’d have to be smart about it, as always. Though you didn’t know how your poisons would affect someone the Lazarus pit had such a strong hold on, you’d stupidly never tried it before. You doubt your mother or grandfather would’ve approved of it, as they would’ve been the ones you tested it on (never Damian, you’d never do that to your precious little sibling), but the knowledge would’ve been helpful at the moment. You desperately hoped that he wouldn’t find you, so you wouldn’t have to find out on him. You didn’t want to kill him after all, he’s a part of Damian’s new family. You couldn't ruin your little sibling's chance at a family, at least one of you could find happiness.

After agonizing moments that seemed like years with your overactive brain, you heard him mutter a few more profanities and his footsteps receded. You held your breath as you waited and observed the sounds you heard. Water dripped from somewhere, most likely a roof, and then rustling. Your heart began to pound harder, assuming he was searching, only for you to hear a quiet ‘meow’ and instantly relax. Once you were sure no one was there, you carefully lifted the dumpster lid and peeked. No one. Perfect. You slinked out of the dumpster and grimaced at the smell. Gross, yes, but it worked. It wasn't by far the worst place you've hidden in, but you'd definitely need to shower as soon as you got back to your hideout. The things you do for this job. You trudged in the direction of your current main base of operations, taking great care to stay out of everyone's sight, especially Oracle's.

—

That was your first run-in with Red Hood. It took him longer than expected to figure out what was going on. Took him even longer to find you. You didn't mind though, it gave you more time to work with. It wouldn't be long before Red Hood kept failing to catch you and decided to involve the Big Bad Bat, though. With Batman would come Robin, then Red Robin, and then Nightwing. If Robin found out, it would ruin the whole plan.

The plan was simple, really. Take over Gotham's underground unnoticed, gather members and create a gang, find a perfect time to cause a gang war to distract the Batfamily, and then Talia would initiate her plans to take over Gotham while the bats are busy. Well, that's what the agreed plan was. You'd always been a loose cannon. Since Red Hood had been so close to catching you, the "unnoticed" part had been foiled, albeit a bit later than anticipated. 

"Hey boss, what brings you in today?" Your loyal henchman, Hopper asked you.

"We've got a job to do. Grab some explosives. We're sending a message."

—

“These places feel haunted.” Willow, another one of your most trusted henchmen, said as she placed one of the four explosives into place. 

“It’s probably the Joker’s victims’ souls, he loves warehouses, like typical villains. Maybe they’re here to warn us, ‘Don’t go into the basement, that’s where we’re buried!’. Or maybe they’ll kill us, who knows.”

“This isn’t a joke, you’re scaring me Tina!”

“You guys done?” You ask impatiently, but reluctantly slightly amused.

“Yup.”

— 

"Seven simultaneous explosions have just been spotted around the perimeter of the city."

"Head to the site closest to your current location. If you're paired with someone, split up. Oracle, call in Nightwing and Red Hood if possible. Do not engage with anyone, survey the damage only. "

"Yes sir!" Chirped Spoiler.

— 

After two hours, at 3 am, everyone returned to the cave.

“I take everything I said about explosions back, I hate explosives.”

“Welcome to the club, Timmy! I’ve hated explosives ever since-”

A chorus of groans resonated throughout the batcave, “We know, Jason!”

“You’re not special Todd, most of us here have died in one way or another.”

“Yeah but have you-”

As Damian and Jason began bickering and the whole group headed to the lockers, Dick pulled Bruce aside. 

“B, I didn’t want to say this in front of the others, but I think something bigger is going on. I found these objects around the warehouse I investigated.”

Batman took the bag Nightwing offered and observed the strange objects. Metal letters. Two A’s, one I, one L, and one T.

“It spells Talia.” He observes.

“She would never do something like that if she was behind it, and she wouldn’t leave a calling card, especially not in that form.”

"I know. Hmm. The damage seemed deliberate. It only destroyed the warehouses on the edge of the city. It caused minimal to no damage to surrounding properties."

"You're saying whoever did this is sending a message, about Talia." Nightwing inquired.

"Precisely."

“But who would do this? And why would they warn us? And what exactly are they warning us about? They must be close to her to have an idea of what she’s planning.”

“We’re going to find out.” He says, then turns to Tim, who had just exited the lockers. "Red Robin, check all security footage at all explosion sites and around them, report back all your findings."

Red Robin nods and heads to the Batcomputer to get to work.

—

Dun dun dunnnnn! So how'd you like it? It's been a while since I've wrote anything and it's because I hit a MAJOR writing block. Hope you enjoyed! I was fighting with these tags fr

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[jayujus]

JOAH (I LIKE YOU) - NI-KI SMAU

synopsis ❀ : in where fashion student and model, jo y/n, has been openly crushing on dance student, riki nishimura for god knows how long. that is until one day, she crushes on someone else and riki goes feral.

featuring ❀ : (ZOA of WEEEKLY as yn's faceclaim), enhypen maknae line, new jeans' danielle, treasure's junghwan, xikers' junghoon, p1harmony's soul and jongseob, &team's taki, konon, ive's wonyoung + maybe more to come

genre(s) ❀ : fluff, angsty, kinda love triangle, crack ??

warnings ❀ : kys jokes n that stuff, cursing, riki's mean, ignore timestamps

started ❀ : june 9 2023

completed ❀ : august 1 2023

taglist ❀ : closed

authors note ❀ : tbh this is my first time actually posting on this account and i'm a bit nervous as to how this smau will play out 🥲 also so so sorry if its boring 😭 i'll try to update everyday if possible, but as of june 23, i will be a little less frequent

profiles ❀ : we told her to buckle up 🤷🏻‍♀️ | hi stink 😝

chapters !

01 : PLS ONE CHANCE BRO

02 : so mean

03 : keshi concert

04 : he thinks i'm pretty?

05 : can't let go

06 : konon's advice

07 : time to move on

08 : yn's character development

09 : junghoon's bold era

10 : the truth hurts

11 : the what if's

12 : date night!

13 : regretful

14 : riki's depression

15 : mixed emotions

16 : not so smart

17 : new best fran 💬 0.4k + smau

18 : we've been replaced

19 : i think he needs some water

20 : cringe :/

21 : shota's schemes

22 : bouquet of roses

23 : top 10 worst anime betrayals

24 : predicament

25 : make amends 💬 0.4k + smau

26 : operation: win yn over!

27 : #exposed

28 : MAMA 😭😭😭😭😭

29 : honest feelings

30 : #ditched

31 : RICE 🍚😫😫

32 : he really is rizzki

33 : d-day 💬 0.8k + smau

34 : enchanted

35 : psych ward

end

copyright © jayujus 2023 all rights reserved

[2knightt]

「 you are—unforgettable.」

IN WHICH—you’re them and they’re you!♡ ໋֢ 👒✧

🍵ヾFT. THE GREASERS࿐ྀུ ♡

⌗ 👒 notes !𖥔༌ ᰷ ﹅ people in this fic refer to two-bit as ‘keith.’ who cuz who the FUCK says ‘he got his two-bits in🤓’ NOBODY! but in the descriptive parts he will be two-bit. ALSO IF U DON’T UNDERSTAND WHAT I’M SAYING LOOK IN THE TAGS!

Ponyboy Curtis ;

his class was gonna watch this movie before reading a book. ‘the outsiders,’ or somethin’.

it was made in the ‘80’s—he didn’t want to even watch it. watching movies in class was the worst!

ponyboy sat at his desk, head in his arms. he heard the music and looked up, chin resting on his arms.

when ponyboy seen you writing down and narrating, he could’ve sworn he died and came back to life. LIKE WHEN HE HEARD YOUR VOICEEE HE GOT A LITTLE BLUSH ON HIS CHEEKS.

his friends beside him noticed, snickering to themselves. they shoved him, asking if that was his future partner. he just pushed them off, quietly telling them to fuck off.

when ponyboy seen you covered in the soot??? phew—he questioned his morals, man. and THEN HE SEEN YOU BEAT UP?? he was getting FED.

ponyboy came out of that school a new man.

his ears were hot, his cheeks were red, and he was already looking up edits of you. ponyboy shoved those almost broken wired apple headphones in his ears and tuned everyone out.

when he got home he ignored any questions darry and soda threw at him and immediately went to his room. ponyboy quietly closed the door before hopping into bed, pulling out his phone, and going on tiktok.

spent like a solid 30 minutes tweaking over edits of you. like full on screaming into his pillow—i’m so serious.

“darry, what the hell is that noise?”

“i dunn—ponyboy?”

“AHHH!!”

when he found out that, outside of the outsiders, you’re decades older than him he was SO HEARTBROKEN.

the gang seen him looking at photos of you and immediately started teasing him. he absolutely tried to back himself up with stutters.

“they’re how much years older than you, bro?”

“NONO HEAR ME OUT, PLEASE! KEITH, BRO, PLEASE.”

reads fanfic. look at me in the eyes and try to tell me that ponyboy motherfucking curtis doesn’t read fanfiction.

you can’t.

like bro he’s so desperate for more content of you to the point where he writes the fics he yearns for—got pretty popular to.

“why the fuck is your phone blowing up?”

“PLEASE don’t ask me any questions about it.”

he’s a freak. he knows everything about you. ponyboy’s even began to watch your interview’s about the movie. and your other movies.

literally a teenage girl.

“THEY’RE SO FINE THOUGH, PLEASE!”

“nuh-uh.”

“FUCK YOU MEAN ‘NUH-UH’?”

Johnny Cade ;

seen you when he was watching random movies at the curtis house. at first he was like, ‘wait!! they’re so me coded😛.’ it never occurred to him that you could be so cute.

he seen you crying and something in him like actually snapped.

“wait….am i getting a crush? they’re kinda…”

when he seen the equivalent of ponyboy in this universe snuggled up to you in the church he was soooo jealous.

yk that one audio where it’s like, “how long is he gon’ be talking to my WIFE.” that’s literally johnny cade when he seen that person kiss the top of your head.

“what the fuck?”

“…what do you mean?”

“nothin’. it’s just kinda bullshit that they swoop in and steal my chance😒.”

“you never had one.”

“okay, pal😐.”

heart broke when he seen you in the hospital bed btw. like was full on gripping onto a pillow with tears in his eyes.

johnny was in such denial when he seen you die😭. ‘bro, no. they literally aren’t dead.’/‘guys!! it’s just a prank!!’

when he got to the scene he was in SHAMBLES. HE WAS INCONSOLABLE. ripping his hair out, screaming, crying, allat.

“stay gold…”

“NOOOOOOO-“

was so pissed when you didn’t come back. was even more pissed when your letter was read out loud.

“HOW COULD THEY KILL THEM OFF?? THEY DIDN’T DESERVE IT!”

“johnny, it’s a movie.”

“this is so unfair. i hate movies.”

gets nervous looking at photos of you. like to the point where he tries to look up your name on pinterest before bailing mid sentence and giggling. like full on throwing his phone across the room, kicking his feet.

will talk for hours about you. thinks your the coolest character ever!! defends you like his life depends on it.

“they killed someone?”

“so?? you’re acting like you wouldn’t do it to🤣🤣 fake ahh friend.”

—

“they legit can’t stand up for themselves. you want someone like that to be out walking them streets?”

“oh, god for bid a person has trauma. and YES I DO🗣️. i hope they walk right into my arms, HO.”

all said online btw. he would never ruin his ego by speaking like this. i am a strong believer johnny cade puts up a strong front online.

johnny literally thinks you’re the cutest person he’s ever seen. like his cheeks get so hot when he thinks about you and he gets a silly little smile on his face.

he looks at photos of you and his friends think he has a little girlfriend.

“who you textin’, johnnycakes?”

“nobody-uh!”

“c’mon—we see that smile!”

and it’s literally just you with blood dripping down your face.

Dallas Winston ;

caught a glimpse of you at some girls house he slept at. literally stopped dead in his tracks as he seen you light a cigarette before mumbling, ‘nothin’ legal, man.’

“i-uh, what movie’s this?”

“huh? oh, the outsiders. pretty good movie.”

he thanked her and threw on his jacket before speed walking to bucks place. he had to watch this movie or he’s actually lose it.

imagine buck’s bar is actually a house, kay? dallas sits his pretty little ass on that couch, flips to whatever streaming service, and turns on ‘the outsiders.’

thought it was all boring until he seen you walk into frame—mocking the main character. at that very moment he was all, ‘wait that’s kinda hot.’

seeing you help the two younger ones run away while still acting tough was so attractive to him. dallas felt like he was losing his mind.

seeing you run in after the two into the church kinda made his knees weak.

“BAE NO!”

“what the hell are you screamin’ ‘bout?”

“nothin’, buck…”

he was so scared that you’d die in the fire. (little did old dallas know am i right fellas!!!!) like i swear to god he was so scared you’d end up like the johnny in this universe.

WHEN HE SEEN YOU FIGHTINGGG. he went feral. dallas was like so flustered. he was trying so hard to hide his blush to the ghosts around him with his hair.

his flush was short lived however. seeing you cry and then literally point a gun at a cashier was lowkey whiplash for him.

“what the fuck is happening?”

dallas figured out what was gonna happen early on and started kinda tearing up. like one tear formed in his eye before he blinked it away. but he was still devastated.

WHEN DALLY HEARD SOMEONE SCREAM “they’re just a kid!” he lost it. like actually. he went limp on the couch and spaced out. like damn…his fiancé, who doesn’t know they’re his fiancé yet, really WAS just a kid.

nobody knows he likes the outsiders OR that he has a crush on you. and they CAN’T know, it’s way too embarrassing. like actually.

when he’s with the gang and he’s just casually scrolling on tiktok and he sees the tags with your name, he immediately favourites it and scrolls. he saved it for later when he’s alone.

also defends you like there’s no tomorrow.

“they were hitting on someone who had a partner??”

“okay?? fucking live a little jesus.”

—

“THEY’RE A FUCKING CRIMINAL?”

“i’m into it tho lmfao”

swears up and down that if you and him were in a room together—you’d have a crush on him. top tier delusion.

like if he gets drunk with keith, he will rant about it.

“no—hear me out. put me in a room with y/n l/n and i swear to god they’re gonna be madly in love with me.”

“no they won’t, dallas.”

“yuh-huh.”

looks at photos of you and probably has you as his pfp on his spam. includes you in every other photo dump.

Sodapop Curtis ;

seen an edit of you on tiktok and audibly gasped. full on went, “WHO IS THATT😜” went to the tags and just scrolled under it for a good long while.

he seen a angst edit of you and made up his mind that he had to watch the movie.

for the while that you weren’t on screen, he was trying to push through. he really was. but deep down—in his head he was screaming, “BORING! SHOW ME THE PRETTY ONE!!”

when sodapop seen you tending to your younger sibling he could’ve sworn he was on cloud 9.

“my turn when :/.”

WHEN SODA SEEN YOU GET OUT OF THE SHOWERRR😭😭. he lost his BREATH like was full on gripping his imaginary pearls.

had to take a breather to walk around the house before unpausing the movie. had a blush across his cheeks, i can’t even lie.

when he learned that you were described as, “movie star attractive,” all he did was nod. like,

“mhm. i always knew my fiancé was good looking.”

SODA WAS APPALLED WHEN HE FOUND OUT THAT YOUR PARTNER CHEATED ON YOU. like jaw was on the FLOOR.

“I COULD TREAT THEM BETTER🗣️🗣️ THEY KNOW WHERE HOME IS!!”

he is so open about his little crush in you—it’s so cute :(

“steve, look at ‘em.”

“i see them—get your fuckin’ phone outta my face.”

“aren’t they so perfect??🤭🤭”

“i guess.”

“well, BACK OFF. we’re already happily married.”

“in your dreams maybe.”

“oh my god.”

soda has you as his pfp on at least two platforms. his name on one platform is “y/n’s boyfriend (REAL!)”

seeing you run out on your siblings after they grouped you into your argument made him just wanna hug you so bad. like he just wanted to tell you it was all gonna be okay.

has a album in his photos where it’s edits of you and photos. giggles and twirls his hair as he looks at it.

Darry Curtis ;

his parents used to watch the movie all the time and you’ve always just been a life long crush of his.

like when younger darry seen you walk into frame, comforting your kid sibling, something in his head snapped.

suddenly everything was in slow motion, there were hearts everywhere, he had rose coloured glasses on, and for some reason—harps play in the background.

as darry grew up it literally never went away. whenever the outsiders comes on when he’s home he always still goes, “woah.😍😍”

like he thinks you’re so fine.

he doesn’t like watch edits, read fanfic—none of that🗣️. but if he gets asked who is celebrity crush is—your name is coming out of his mouth ASAP.

“so, darry, who’s your celebrity cru-“

“y/n l/n.”

“but they’re a character?”

“Y/N L/N.”

he has like ONE printed out photo of you in his room from years ago. he knows exactly where it is and where to hide it, but he still keeps it.

at least once every two months, when everyone’s asleep and he has no work the next day, he’ll stay up just to watch the movie.

he’ll have a budlight in his hand as he watches you absolutely DEMOLISH at the rumble.

“i always knew they’d win.”

“you’ve watch this movie a thousand times.”

“PONYBOY?!”

the gang eventually found out his little crush on you. only light teasing ‘cause they’re so scared they’ll get that darry smoke if they push him further😭😭.

“oh my god! look, darry! you’re little crush is on screen!”

“steve, i will beat some sense into you if you don’t shut up.”

“…okay, bud.”

—

“when’s the weddin’?”

“after your funeral, keith.”

“wow. hater.”

Steve Randle ;

his dad fell asleep on the couch one night with this old movie playing in the background.

steve was about to turn it off before he caught a glimpse of you offering this half naked person some cake. he was all, ‘WAITTTT🙈🙈!!’

like he seen you in that sleeveless jacket and immediately fell in love. literally was on a mission to figure out who you were.

when he did? all he wanted to do was watch the outsiders. WHEN HE SEEN YOU SCOLDING THE MAIN CHARACTER HE SOO KNEW YOU WERE HIS TYPE

“wish they’d scold me like that…damn…😞✊”

was TWEAKING SOO HARD WHEN HE SEEN YOU ALL BLOODY WITH YOUR HEAD THROWN BACK.

“…you think i look tuff?”

“YES BAE!!!”

making his name on like insta or something, “y/n’s HUSBAND.” he puts emphasis on the husband because he believes that you want him so bad.

like actually. he’s fucking delusional.

“guys…they like cake…and I LIKE CAKE! do you see my vision??”

“no??”

“man, fuck you.”

photo dumps on insta of pictures of you with the caption, “from our honeymoon 😍😍😛😛!” his friends are ripping him apart in comments btw.

WOULD GO FOR WAR FOR YOU.

“they’re actually so gross what.”

“YOU’RE GROSS!🗣️ KEEP THEM OUT OF YOUR MOUTH YOU FOOL!!”

—

“they have 0 depth.”

“0 depth to YOU. to ME they’re the love of my life.”

Two-bit Matthews ;

seen the outsiders when he was drunk. he didn’t remember anything that night but the cute lil’ actor who was laughing after flirting with some rich lookin’ kid.

the only thing he remembers saying that night was,

“damn—when is it MY TURN😩😞”

WENT ON A FUCKING HUNT TO FIND THIS MOVIE ISTG. he was looking up shit that didn’t even matter to the plot—so he got different movies each time.

‘cute actor flirting’

‘cute actor in old ass movie’

‘mickey mouse shirt’

‘when was mickey mouse created’

‘who is walt disney’

he got a little distracted but that’s not the point. two-bit found the movie and cried tears of joy. fell to his knees and all😭.

he immediately turned the outsiders on and waited to see you. HE WAS SOO SAD TO FIND OUT YOU HAD LIKE SUCH LITTLE SCREENTIME.

but he worked with it. he was taking SO MUCH PHOTOS OF HIS TV WHEN YOU WERE ON SCREEN LMFAO. they were all so shaky too😭😭.

doesn’t shut the fuck up about you.

“they want me so bad🤣🤣😂😂.”

“they wouldn’t touch you with a ten foot pole, keith.”

“what if i killed myse-”

—

“they’re so find i won’t ‘em.”

“what the fuck are you saying?”

“what are YOU SAYING? back up.”

saves edits of you. he is ABSOLUTELY THE TYPE OF PERSON TO SAY THE MOST OUT OF POCKET SHIT ABOUT YOU IN THE COMMENTS LMFAOOO

‘they could beat the shit out of me and i thank them :3’

‘WHAT?’

‘omg who said that’

you are his profile picture everywhere. and anywhere.

genuinely believe you’re the love of his life. i swear to god he does. KING OF DELUSION ABOVE ALL ELSE!

[mackjlee9]

breeding Leon. telling him to keep quiet so luis and ashley don’t hear him, in a semi public area where there might be a few villagers. i think this is a good one 😭

Ooh~ spicy~

I tried lol

Leon Kennedy x Top!Male!Reader [Smut]

Warning; semi-public, breeding kink. I wrote this in like 30 minutes so it's a little meh.

Masterlist.

Resident Evil 4

Well... Leon wasn't expecting this, that's for sure. Especially, not during this kind of situation where they could get caught by practically anyone.

His eyes were glossy with tears, sighs leaving through his nose, and muffled whines covered by (M/n)'s hand, his thighs trembling as his gloves hands gripped the table the was pressed against.

(M/n)'s chest brought warmth to his back, and his throbbing cock inside him made him feel hot all over his body, feeling his hand press harder over his mouth, his hot breath right next to his ear, making a shiver run down his spine.

"You gotta keep quiet, love, otherwise Luis and Ashley could hear you," he muttered next to Leon's ear, hearing the sound of the wooden floorboard creak upstairs, where Ashley took care of an injured Luis, "Or even worse, the villagers could find us," (M/n) moved Leon's head toward the window, there were quite a few villagers around, still looking for them, and despite being hidden behind the staircase, in a rather dark corner, Leon was almost panicking at the thought of being seen in such a position, "That would be so embarrassing, wouldn't it?"

Leon sighed at the feeling of (M/n)'s mouth against the skin of his neck, leaving kisses right where his pulse was, the vein throbbing as his heart rate picked up due to the pleasure and adrenaline.

His gloved hands gripped the table he was holding onto, hearing the old wood creaking under his grip, his eyes rolling back as he felt how (M/n)'s thrusts became faster, pounding deep inside him, biting on the crook of his shoulder as he held in a moan, spilling his hot cum inside Leon.

(M/n) sighed and tried to pull out, but Leon's walls clenched around his twitching cock, his muffled whimpers and whines reaching his ears.

"Oh~? You like that, puppy? You want my cum inside you?" Leon's body quivered at his tone of voice, and he managed to nod his head a couple of times, and with a smirk (M/n) turned his face toward him, "Tell me what you want, pup."

Moving his hand away so Leon could actually talk, (M/n) stroked his glistening lips, wetting the pad of his thumb and he watched how Leon took his thumb in his mouth, releasing a moan as he looked into (M/n)'s eyes.

"Breed me... I-i wanna feel your cum deep inside me, d-dripping down my thighs, reminding me that... I'm only yours, please, breed me full of your cum~," the way his eyes were shining made (M/n) clench his jaw, keeping a tight grip on Leon's hips and over his mouth, his hips snapping roughly into him.

He watched how Leon rolled his eyes into the back of his head, his gloved hands now gripping onto his forearm, his back arching as he pushed his hips back against (M/n), making his cock reach deeper inside him.

(M/n) almost couldn't control himself, he was so close to actually fucking him and letting anyone and everyone hear those lewd whimpers and whines, but he managed not to, deciding on pleasing his pretty boy, and having him stuffed with his cum.

God, the thought... He just wanted to go back home and use Leon's body for hours on end, cumming inside him, on him, everywhere he could, he wanted to mark his gorgeous body, so everyone would know that he's already taken, that no other cock could make him feel like him.

Fuck- he was so down bad for the blond.

Extended ending.

Neither Luis nor Ashley mentioned anything about the dazed look Leon had, his face bright red as he also seemed to be walking slower than before, releasing a few groans every now and again.

They just saw (M/n) helping Leon on their way to the extract point, something was off but they didn't know what, even so, even if they were extremely curious as to what was happening to Leon, they decided to just keep going.

"Are you okay, darling?" (M/n) asked him when he was sure Luis and Ashley wouldn't hear him.

Leon gripped onto his forearm and leaned his weight on him, looking at him with tears in his eyes.

"I can... I feel your c-cum coming out, it's... It feels so good~," he whined desperately holding onto (M/n) who was debating whether he should ditch their other two companions just to make Leon unable to walk, unable to talk, or even both...

And the way he whimpered his name against his neck definitely didn't help his self-control.