#I can never not hug him. I’m so sorry. It’s just…perfect.

[slutoru1207]

Home Among the Stars 

A/N: I felt like writing something cute. Also, im currently fixing everything on my tumblr sooo sorry it's taking some time. OMG i need people to inbox me so can make more invincible x reader or any characters!!!

Mark had noticed it before you ever said a word.

The way your fingers traced over old photos from Earth. The way your gaze lingered on the horizon, looking for something that wasn’t there. The little sighs you let out when you thought he wasn’t listening.

You never complained. Never said you wanted to leave. But Mark knew you—better than anyone. And he could see it.

You missed home.

And that? That was something he could fix.

It took weeks. Months, even.

Mark wasn’t a builder. He could destroy things easily, tear down mountains with his bare hands—but creating? That was new. Still, he was determined.

He studied Earth architecture. Found materials that mimicked wood and stone. He obsessed over the details—down to the soft creak of the porch steps, the way the kitchen felt warm and inviting, the big windows letting in natural light. He even made sure the house had a proper backyard, one big enough for you.

Because this? This wasn’t just a house.

This was your home.

When he took you there, he didn’t say a word.

Just scooped you up in his arms and flew—fast enough to make you yelp, slow enough to keep you close. The alien landscape stretched beneath you, endless hills and skies. But then—

You saw it.

Nestled in a quiet valley, a house. But not just any house—your house.

A wraparound porch hugged the front, wooden beams carved with care. The windows reflected the soft light, and a little pathway led to the backyard. It looked so out of place in this world, yet so right.

Your breath caught. “Mark…”

But he was already watching you, waiting—eyes flickering over your face, desperate to see your reaction.

“Do you like it?” he asked, voice softer than usual. Almost hesitant.

You turned to him, heart swelling. “I love it."

If Mark thought you were just going to sit in your perfect little house and do nothing—he was wrong.

Within days, you had a plan.

The backyard? Your domain now.

Mark stood on the porch, arms crossed, watching as you knelt in the dirt—carefully planting rows of vegetables, fruit, and roses.

He had never seen you so focused. There was a smear of soil on your cheek, your hands covered in dirt, but you were glowing.

"This is ridiculous,” he muttered, though he was grinning.

You wiped sweat from your forehead, smirking up at him. “You built me a house. I’m making it a home.”

And he couldn’t argue with that.

Despite not needing to eat as often as humans, Mark still insisted on helping you in the kitchen. You taught him how to knead dough, chop vegetables (without crushing them), and make dishes from scratch.

One night, he surprised you by making dinner on his own.

It was… chaotic. Flour on the counter, ingredients everywhere, but he stood there proudly, holding a plate of slightly misshapen but��adorable homemade dumplings.

You tried one. Not bad.

Mark raised a brow. “That good, huh?”

You smiled, leaning up to kiss him. “It’s perfect.”

One evening, as the sky turned soft shades of orange and pink, Mark called you outside.

You stepped onto the porch—only to see a tiny puppy sitting at his feet.

White fur, light brown spots, floppy ears, and huge soulful eyes. It looked up at you and let out a tiny bark.

Your heart melted.

“Oh my god—” you crouched down instantly, scooping up the little thing. It fit perfectly in your arms, soft and warm. The puppy licked your cheek, tail wagging furiously.

Mark rubbed the back of his neck, looking smug. “I figured you might want some company when I’m out.”

Tears pricked at your eyes. “You got us a dog?”

His arms wrapped around you from behind, chin resting on your shoulder as he hummed, “Mmm, yeah. But mostly for you.”

You turned, pressing a kiss to his cheek. “I love you.”

He grinned. “I know.”

After a long day of planting, cooking, and running around with your new puppy, the two of you sat on the porch.

The sky above was endless, filled with stars brighter than anything on Earth.

You leaned against Mark, wrapped in a soft blanket, a cup of tea in your hands. His arm was slung around you, warm and secure. The puppy curled up at your feet, tiny snores filling the air.

“You happy?” he murmured, voice low and gentle.

You turned, looking at him—the strongest warrior in the universe, the same man who built you a home with his own two hands just to make you smile.

You kissed him softly. “Yeah. I really am.”

And in that moment, with the universe stretching out before you, Mark realized something.

This wasn’t just your home.

It was his, too.

Because wherever you were—that’s where he belonged.

[se4ttlellie]

BOYFRIEND - VI

Warnings : Cheating, smut, fingering (user receiving), swearing, party, wlw relationship, use of pet names, use of y/n, kinda au, alcohol use, dirty talk, mirror sex, exhibition?

Summary : In which, the reads boyfriend is being a dick and Vi helps her out

Authors Note : I truly promise that I don’t have anything with cheating bc it really seems like it rn 😭 but I was literally listening to “Boyfriend” by Dove Cameron and I was like “yup let’s write a fucking fanfic about this” so here you are. I’m really sorry if this has been done before, it probably has but I’ve never seen it so, here’s my rendition. Enjoy! <3

Reader is purple

Vi is pink

Song lyrics is italics

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Your boyfriend was being a real dick recently, spending no time on you, forgetting your anniversary, getting angry all the time and it’s just getting on your fucking nerves. So, who do you go to?

Vi.

You lay with your head on her lap as she strokes your hair. You are just ranting about your boyfriend, probably talking her ear off but she truly doesn’t mind.

“He’s such a dick! Like, why can’t he put the fucking PS5 down for like a minute and pretend like he has an actual girlfriend right fucking here! Ugh!”

Vi can tell that you’re really worked up but she doesn’t really know how to help. Tonight was supposed to be a fun night, you were supposed to go out and have fun but, once again, your boyfriend killed the mood.

“Come on, let’s forget about him, go to the bar and just have fucking fun, y/n. Don’t let him ruin a good night with your best mate.”

Slowly, you nod, sitting up and running your fingers through your hair. You let out a deep sigh, standing up and grabbing your bag.

“You’re right, I’m sorry. Let’s get dressed and we can go.”

“Alright. No need to apologise, love.”

She gently hugs you from behind as a little bit of reassurance, resting her chin on her shoulder and rubbing your stomach. You notice that she is a little more touchy than usual but you don’t really read into it too much.

You get dressed, slipping on the perfect, sexy red dress and pairing it with your one pair of expensive shoes, your Louboutins that you bought yourself a while ago and never wore because you were too scared to scuff them.

Vi walks out of the bathroom in a much more chill outfit and scans you up and down. She whistles, making you laugh and hit her arm, causing her to pull her arm back and laugh too.

“You look hot.”

“I know, thank you. Don’t look too bad yourself.”

Vi, as per, is in a more masculine fit, sporting a pair of black trousers and a button up, white t-shirt with a few of the buttons undone and her sleeves rolled up. The rolled sleeves shows off her muscular, tatted arms perfectly.

She gracefully takes your arm, linking it with her on before grabbing your bag for you and leading you out of the door once you’re all ready.

You arrive at the bar, annoyed at the long line of people. I mean, you’d have to assume considering it’s a Friday night but it’s still annoying.

Turning around to Vi, you rest your head on her chest and she kisses your head, stroking your hair. She looks down at you, her arm wrapped around your shoulder and she leans down to whisper in your ear.

“Are you okay, cupcake?”

“Yeah, I’m fine, just still a little bummed about Alfie.”

She nods, understandingly before noticing that the line is finally moving and you’re closer to the front. She gently squeezes your hip to alert you to move forward.

You finally make it into the club after getting past the annoyingly flirty bouncer and the queue that seemed to last forever.

Once inside, you immediately go for the bar, needing some drinks. You order your favourite drink, feeling someone behind you. You look behind and see Vi, holding her card.

“Vi, I can pay for my drink.”

“I know you can but so can I.”

You roll your eyes before quietly thanking her and taking the drink from the bartender. You take a sip, feeling the familiar burning sensation as the liquid flows down your throat. Fuck this is strong.

After a few drinks and seeing a few pretty girls (and paying for a couple drinks) you and Vi head to the dance floor, dancing and singing to whatever song comes on.

As the song switches, you instantly recognise the song as “Boyfriend” by Dove Cameron and smirk. You feel Vi’s arms around your waist and you smile, letting her hold you and seductively sway with you.

“You reckon we got a lesbian DJ?”

She laughs, nodding because of the particular song choice. You’re both dancing with each other, singing the song when she spins you around, backing your body into hers. She presses you against her chest, her arm still firmly around your middle as the chorus approaches.

You blush, a little surprised by Vi’s boldness and, more importantly, hand placement as her arm is wrapped snugly around your middle. You place your hand on her arm, rubbing up on her a little.

As the chorus plays, you feel Vi’s hot breath on your neck, whispering the lyrics into your ear, causing you to tense up.

“I could be a better boyfriend than him. I could do the shit that he never did.”

You swallow hard, involuntarily tilting your head to the side as you feel your best friend’s lips press to your neck. You reach your hand back, grasping her hair as she kisses up and down your neck and shoulders.

You can kind of smell the alcohol on her breath and you know that she is a little drunk but you know that she is sober enough to know exactly what she’s doing and, more to the point, what it’s doing to you.

As Vi kisses your neck, you stand there, confused. You know that you’re enjoying this but you also know that you have a boyfriend back at home. As if Vi knows exactly what you’re thinking, she whispers in your ear.

“Don’t think about him, baby. You know you like this because, if you didn’t, you’d have told me to stop already.”

“Shut up and kiss me, Vi.”

You spin around, abruptly pressing your lips to hers, your arms wrapping around her neck as hers link around your waist. She presses into you, pulling you ever closer as her tongue slides into your mouth.

You let out an involuntary moan, causing Vi to smile against your lips. You already know what she is thinking but you kiss her again before she can make a comment.

Her hands sneakily slide down to your ass as you continue kissing, your chests pressing against each other. Slowly, her hands move closer and closer to your thighs, gripping them softly.

“Make it any more obvious you wanna finger me, Vi.”

She laughs, picking you up and carrying you off the dance floor. You kick and flail a little until you realise where she is taking you. She takes you to the bathroom, sitting you down on the sink and closing the door.

You continue to make out, now able to hear each other’s breathy moans and deep breaths as you get lost in each other’s touch.

Suddenly, she reaches down and lifts up your dress, grabbing your panties and looking up at you before pulling them down. You give her a simple nod, as you know that she was waiting for consent.

“Words, princess. I’m not gonna do this unless I know you want it.”

“Yes I fucking want it Vi! Please.”

She smirks at your begging, kissing your chest. Pulling off your panties, she wastes no time in gently rubbing circles on your clit, making you let out a loud moan. You grab onto her shoulders, throwing your head back.

Slowly, she slides a finger into you and then two. She kisses your neck as she starts to pump her fingers in and out of your hole. She smirks, sucking on your neck as she murmurs something.

“You’re already dripping. How long have you been thinking about me touching you like this, y/n?”

You can’t tell if her question is rhetorical or not but, hopefully it is because you couldn’t answer anyway, due to the amount of pleasure you’re currently receiving. You wrap your arm around Vi’s shoulders, pulling her in for another kiss.

You moan against her lips, feeling her fingers thrusting in and out of you faster now. You try your best to keep kissing her but you’re losing your breath so your head just falls forward onto her shoulder.

“Fuck, Vi. Yes, fuck, right there.”

You let out a really loud moan as she hits your g-spot perfectly, her fingers curling to get just the right spot. A small whimper leaves your mouth, causing Vi to speed up even more.

Your thighs start to shake against her fingers and you know that you’re close. She kisses your temple as your head rests against her shoulder.

“Look in the mirror baby, I want you to see how good you look when I touch you like this.”

You obediently nod, looking in the mirror and seeing your fucked out face and messed up hair. You keep your eyes on your reflection as you finish all over Vi’s fingers.

She softly continues to thrust into you, riding out your high as you now look away from the mirror and into her eyes. Your eyes are lidded and exhausted and she has a wicked smirk on her face.

Pulling her fingers out of you, she immediately puts them in her mouth to lick off your cum. You don’t know if you’re turned on or not but you certainly know that you can’t do a round two.

“Fuck, Vi.”

“Feel good princess?”

“Mhm.”

Vi laughs, pulling you into her arms and stroking her hair as she sees how exhausted you are. She kisses your head again, rubbing you back.

“Should we get you home, baby? Maybe we can have a bit more fun there.”

“Okay…”

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[he1chouarts]

My first time seeing this particular confession from Astarion. Both versions are heartwarming, but…yeah. This is the one. Just when I thought I couldn’t possibly fall harder for this man…

[hyunteru]

gonna talk about princess mononoke because my lovely mey and i just talked about studio ghlibi and i just remembered how much i love the film

[cheriecoke]

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ LOOK, MOM! — nanami kento

yuuji accidentally calls you mom

contents: nanami x fem!reader, husband nanami hehe, this is very silly and random and stupid, fluff, nanami & reader are yuuji's adoptive parents fr, words: 1059

“nanamin!” yuuji waves at the figure approaching from behind you, a flashy grin appearing on his face as he glances at the blonde man over your shoulder. “i didn’t know you were coming by today!”

kento's hair sweeps over his forehead in the wind, a few strands coming free as he heads towards you. it's a brisk day, and he has two hot coffees in his hands that he'd picked up after his mission.

a bead of sweat drips down yuuji's temple, and he wipes it with his sleeve, still breathing heavily. you'd spent the last hour training together, pushing his physical capabilities. gojo had been busy recently, between all the missions and his conversations with the higher ups.

so, of course, you'd volunteered to teach the newest student when he couldn't. quickly, he became your favorite of the three first years.

“i’m in between assignments.” kento hands you the coffee, places a gentle hand on your lower back with a smile that is hardly there. “mind if i steal my wife away for a bit?”

yuuji shrugs, his face still bright as he glances between the two of you. ever since he’d found out two of his favorite sorcerers were together, he’d hardly shut up about it.

“no problem. i’m going to meet up with fushiguro anyway.” he brushes the dirt off his pants, waving to the two of you.

“good job today, yuuji!” grateful for something to warm you up in the chilly air, you take a sip of the coffee. it’s perfect, as always, just what you needed. “you’re improving a lot!”

he grins, proud of his accomplishments. “thanks, mom! see you later!”

there's an elongated moment of silence.

you choke on your coffee as kento stiffens beside you, watching while yuuji comes to a skittering halt.

all three of you freeze. you cough, clearing your throat, and kento's hand, steady on your back, has stilled. “yuuji—“

“oh,” the teenager says, his face turning bright red as he realizes what he’s called you. he glances between the two of you, embarrassment evident. “i’m so sorry. i didn’t mean to—“

though, you don’t give yuuji enough time to protest. within seconds, you’ve gathered him up in your arms, squeezing the younger boy to your chest. “kento, we have a son!”

you feel yuuji tense, before he relaxes, and throws his arms around you in an even tighter hug. there’s some sort of thanks resting there. he laughs, carefree, a sound you never want to be taken away from the boy who manages to shine so brightly in such a dark world.

kento stares at you, folds his glasses up in his pocket, as if to show you both how unimpressed he is. “do we?” he asks, lips flat, though, you see through the facade to the amusement hidden in his irises. “i'm certain i would’ve remembered something like that.”

you make a face at him, covering yuuji’s ears dramatically. “oh, don’t listen to your dad, yuuji. he’s old, he doesn’t know what he’s saying.”

kento blinks, and then sighs, wrinkling his nose. though, when he sees yuuji’s wide grin, his eager expression, he decides to play along.

“well, then... there must be a lapse in my memory." kento crosses his arms over his chest as he regards the two of your extensively, searching for something. "that would certainly explain the striking resemblance between us.” he says drily.

yuuji laughs, a loud snort. he looks nothing like either of you, but you’re not sure he’s ever gotten to witness kento's sarcastic sense of humor, the one that not everyone really gets.

“exactly!” yuuji quips back to kento’s blank expression. "everyone tells me i have the same smile as my dad!

kento’s trying hard not to let yuuji win that one, but you can see the slight wrinkle around his eye, the tiny quirk of his lips. beside the pink haired boy, you choke out a few giggles, covering your mouth.

“yes," kento nods, solemn. "i’ve heard that as well.”

"so you do know how to make jokes, nanamin!" yuuji shouts, nearly jumping in the air as he cheers. "i can't wait to tell fushiguro this."

kento rolls his eyes, but yuuji’s so pleased, and he releases you, his eyes soft and bright as he pulls away.

though he doesn’t say it, doesn't thank you for anything, you can tell he’s grateful. itadori yuuji may be happy with his life as it is now, may have found a home within the friends he’s made at the high school, but you know he misses his grandfather. sometimes, perhaps, he even longs for the conventional family he never really got to have.

you ruffle his hair, the pink strands catching between the cracks of your fingers. “tell him i said hello too.”

yuuji nods, stuffing his hands in his pocket as he steps away. “i will!” his cheerful gaze is pinned on your husband, a secretive smile making a home on his lips. “bye, dad.”

kento shakes his head, and sighs again, though you can tell, a part of him is touched to have won so much of yuuji's admiration. “have a good evening, itadori.”

you watch the young boy scurry away, hands in his pockets as he braces himself against the cold.

"you should be nicer to your son, kento."

kento snorts, throwing an arm over your shoulder as he brings you closer to him. "i am nice to him," he says, kissing your temple softly. "a little hard on him, maybe, but i just don't want anything bad to happen to him."

you soften, look up at him with warm eyes, and you squeeze the hand that is resting on your shoulder. "i know," you say, your heart clenching. you've thought about it before, thought of kento with a tiny child that looks just like him, cradled against his chest. thought of him with a little girl whose hair he can braid, a little boy he can raise to be a gentleman.

but you hadn't talked about it; you'd always thought your life was too busy, too dangerous for children.

"you'd make a good dad, ken," you say, your cheeks flushed as you grin at him.

kento's eyes flash. "really?" an array of emotions scurries across his features before he leans down, kissing you softly. "is this your way of telling me you want a baby, sweetheart?" his voice deepens as he whispers against your lips, smiling. "because i'm more than happy to give you one."

[moonstruckme]

hi my love i’m obsessed with all your works and this is my first request!

poly! marauders and cuteness aggression. like maybe reader coming home a bit tipsy from girls night and just seeing her boys and losing it. grabbing remus’ face and just kissing all over his cheeks, gnawing on james’ biceps and playing with sirius’ hair or tracing his tattoos.

Hi lovely, thank you for requesting!

cw: alcohol

poly!marauders x fem!reader ♡ 589 words

You leave a trail of things down the hallway that you swear you’ll pick up in the morning. Your bag, both shoes, your jacket. There’s no time to put any of it in its proper place, not when you know your boyfriends are all cozy and waiting for you in your bed. Everything else is secondary. 

The moment you get your eyes on them, it’s already too much. Remus is reading while Sirius chats to a nearly-asleep James, and you don’t know whether to scream or hug them or burst into tears. One feels more socially acceptable than the rest. 

A grin spreads over Sirius’ face as you crawl clumsily up the bed, so you go to him first. 

“Hi, baby.” You smear a kiss over his lips, burrowing your hands in his lovely, silken hair. It smells like his conditioner, smokey and heady and just slightly sweet. You wish you could snort it up into your nose like a drug. 

“Hi, baby,” Sirius says back at you, amused. “Did you have a good night?” 

“No,” you lament, though you think you might have enjoyed it at the time. 

Impulsively, you move to Remus, clambering across James to get on your quietest boyfriend’s lap. He’s already set down his book, so there are no barriers to your whims as you take his face between both hands, squishing his cheeks up and kissing them all over. You think you can hear the other boys laughing somewhere beyond your lovesick haze. Remus’ skin grows warmer with each ardent press of your lips. 

“None of you were there,” you go on. It’s impossible to articulate the full extent of this injustice. “You were here, being so lovely and perfect and lovely without me.” 

“That’s lovely twice.” Remus seems to recover somewhat from your surprise attack. His hand comes to rest in the middle of your back, a touch just for touch’s sake. “How much have you had, dove?” 

You make a petulant, whiny sound, burying your face in his neck. There will never be enough of them, your lovely boyfriends. Or maybe it’s that they’re enough, but you just can’t get enough. Regardless. You’re doomed to remain just on the brink of satisfaction. 

“Enough to know that I missed you a lot,” you say pitifully. 

“Awe, babydoll.” James’ laughter is at odds with his compassionate tone. “Come here, m’love.” 

This sounds like a grand idea to you. You wish they’d simply all squish together so you could lay your affections on them one by one, in rounds. 

James puckers his lips as you approach, readying for a kiss, and so is taken entirely aback when you forgo his face entirely. 

“Oh, well,” he says as you suck a hickey on his bicep. “I feel properly objectified.” 

You’re too pleased with yourself to be sorry. He flexes playfully, eliciting a string of giggles from you as you latch on tighter. 

“Do you think she’s been drugged?” you hear Remus ask. 

“Dunno.” James’ tone is fond. His big hand lands on the back of your head. 

“No, I sort of get it,” says Sirius. The mattress dips slightly, and then you feel him plant a wet kiss on your shoulder. “You just need to get it out of your system, yeah, sweetness?” 

You hum in affirmation. You wrap your arms around James’ middle, squeezing tight. 

“I love you so much,” you mumble into his skin. “I’m gonna kill you.” 

Your boyfriend’s frame rumbles with laughter. “Okay, lovie,” he says indulgently. “You go right ahead.”

[callsignpxnguin]

Jealous Simon Riley

AO3

It had been a lovely night, overall. Simon had taken you out to your favourite restaurant as a surprise reward for you getting a promotion, and everything was just perfect. The music was soft but fitting, conversation had been fun and easy, and you were just feeling happy.

So was Simon. Or, at least he was, until a waiter asked for your number right in front of him. Like he was irrelevant. Like there was a chance that you’d give it to him. Like it wasn’t inexplicably clear that the two of you were on a date.

Safe to say, he got very close to murder the second the waiter dared utter the question.

“I— sorry, but no, I have a partner,” you stuttered in surprise, glancing at Simon as you anticipated his chest puffing up and his hazel eyes darkening like embers.

You tried to shake your head subtly, in an attempt to calm him down and get him to drop it, but he was already stood up and, less than a moment later, had wrapped his meaty arm around your midsection and buried his face in the crook of your neck, practically vibrating with anger.

“Let me at him. One punch. Please,” Simon rumbled, not-so-quietly, as the waiter’s eyebrows shot up and he wisely skittered away. His accent always thickened when he was pissed — and you don’t think you had ever seen him so furious.

“No, Si,” you responded desperately, wrapping him in a hug for the sole purpose of keeping him from flattening the poor waiter. Sure, it was pretty rude and egotistical of him, but that didn’t mean he deserved a bloody death with his remainders splattered across the floor in pieces. “It’s okay. He made a mistake.”

“Oh, yeah, a bloody fuckin’ mistake. I really love those,” Simon growled in response, his grip on you tightening to the point where it was almost uncomfortable. You tried once more to calm him down by kissing his head gently, but to no avail.

“Let me pay the bill and we can leave,” you said gently, prying him off of you. “I won’t leave a tip, if it makes you happy. And… I’ll leave a bad review.” The white lies flowed out and left a bad taste in your mouth, but you were desperate to get him out of his before his temper fully snapped.

He hesitated. “…Fine. But we’re also never coming back here again.” As he raised his head to look down at you, you realised just how murderous his expression was. His eyebrows were slanted into sharp, menacing lines, and, god, his eyes…

Your face fell. “Simon!” He didn’t really expect you to boycott your favourite restaurant because he got jealous, right?

The man hesitated again. “…Not for a while,” he amended, a little quieter.

You huffed affectionately. “You jealous, jealous man. C’mon, let’s head back. Can’t let this spoil our evening.”

Suddenly, Simon’s mouth was at your ear, hot breath blowing against the side of your face. “I’m pounding you so hard when we get home that—“

“That’s enough!” You squeaked, ears flushing pink as you basically dragged him out, throwing some cash on the table as you went.

Nevertheless, he did fulfil his promise. Simon wasn’t one to go back in his word. You should have learnt that by now.

Again, anyone fancy a spicy part two?

[fwsoul]

"sorry if you wanted to be partners with someone else." he soft spoke. "it’s okay, rather be partners with you then all these dumbasses." you smiled. gojo's eyes traveled down to your chests. the way your breast sat perfectly in your tank top. he could see the small hello kitty tattoo on top of your right breast.

"you can copy me so you don’t have to do anything." you smirked seeing him put his glasses up on his nose. "why would i copy you? think im not smart?" gojo’s expression was in ‘i’m sorry.' mode. "no i didn’t mean it like that. i just mean everyone usually copies —"

"relax satoru. i finished the work before he even partnered us up." you gave him your paper. like i said you were one smart girl. top of your classes. "what!? how?"

"i was top of my classes. made honor roll in high school. i was someone like you. but, at least i know you never changed yourself." you took his glasses off and looked into his eyes. "cute eyes." you bit your inner cheek. everyone around you figured you flirted your way to copy but in reality you were actually flirted with him.

you thought gojo was cute in a way. the way his glasses sat on his perfect nose. the way he would hide himself in books.

"i—" gojo stuttering as he felt himself have a hard on. gojo never felt like this before. with anyone in fact. gojo eyed the way you would cross your legs, the way your thighs hugged right to each other. your skirt short enough to cover what needed to be covered.

"question for you."

"yes?"

"ever touched a girl before?" you smiled at him. gojo’s face turning red. "no—" you grabbed his hand. "so you’ve never went down on someone?" you made sure no one was looking while you moved his hand down your skirt. slowly moving it up to your underwear.

"never watched porn?" you paused. "my favorite is when the geek gets all excited to see the cheerleader sit next to him. he’s a virgin of course so when he sees her shirt lift up, he has a hard on— kinda like you right now. and then when she isn’t looking, he touches her ass. of course she jumps at first but then kind of likes it." you bit your lip seeing him all flustered.

"tell me satoru… do you wanna fuck me?"

© fwsoul 2025

gojos candyland

[h4venpha]

⸺ tailored perfectly (18+)

✦ sylus x reader contents: slight nsfw, sfw(ish)worship, implied sex, literally just sylus loving on u wc: 442 notes: sorry i think i have. a thing for mirrors ? and also i wanted to write sylus eyefucking you because GOD that man can EYEFUCK. also im going to be on vacation for the next week so i (probably) wont be writing during that time! sorry for such short works, i rlly want to write longer things but i just have no good ideas </3 anyway enjoy!

“what do you think?” 

the fabric of the dress hugging your body is smooth and almost silky. you watch through the body length mirror at how the dress hugs your torso and hips before falling elegantly to brush against your ankles. sylus picked the dress out of course, he even had it perfectly tailored to your measurements. you told him it was unnecessary, but he never missed any opportunity to spoil you.

the door from the bathroom swings open, sylus emerges as he buttons up his light grey dress shirt with one hand, a black tie in his other. from through the mirror, you watch as he walks over, his low eyes trailing from your exposed shoulders to the small sliver of ankle in between the dress and your heels. he tosses the black tie over his shoulder, too distracted to even finish buttoning up his dress shirt before his hands slide firmly around your hips. 

“i love it.” sylus rasps as his hands drag up to your waist, voice recognizably breathier than his normal register. you watch as his dilating pupils at in every inch of your body. 

“the tailor made the dress perfect, hm?” you humor, watching for his reactions knowing many, many thoughts were going through his head right now. it’s easy to tell with the way his eyes drink you up like eye candy. he makes you feel exposed, like prey in the eyes of a ravenous predator.

“you’re perfect.” sylus’s voice rumbles in your ear before he presses a kiss to your exposed shoulder. his lips trail a line up your shoulder to your nape, lips slow and hungry as he worships your skin. although his kisses were soft, there was a distinct level of restraint he was exerting.

“w-we need to go.” you interject quietly, your sweet voice rolling in the needy fog in his head. 

5 minutes before they need to leave for the auction.

“i’m aware.” sylus’s jaw clenches. “luke and kieran can wait a little longer in the car, yes?” he pulls you back by the hips just enough for you to feel the hardening bulge in his dark slacks against the curve of your ass.

“you won’t get that pretty gem you’ve been talking about all weekend.” you look back as you tease him halfheartedly, knowing even if they showed up an hour late to the auction, he would outbid them all in a blink. 

sylus scoffs at your taunts, unfazed. “there’s a prettier gem right here.” he pulls you away from the mirror, spinning you around before pinning you firmly against the softness of the bed. “and she’s already all mine.” 

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family game night- o.piastri

summary: family game night in the off-season

pairing: oscar piastri x fem! reader

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Oscar smiled as he watched the scene in front of him. The monopoly board laid out, Hattie and Eddie to his left, his mum and Tim across from him, and you and Mae beside him. He loved the off-season. He loved going home to Australia and seeing his friends and family, he loved catching up with everyone, he loved getting to relax. Though, his favourite part was definitely getting to see you interact with his family. You and Mae got on so well, you and Eddie got on so well, and you and Hattie got on so well. Tim adored you, Nicole literally threatened him to never lose you. It was always perfect. You were perfect. He turned his head away from the game to see you braiding Mae’s hair as she lay in your lap, slightly checked out of the game. He chuckled. 

“That’s so unfair!” Hattie protested against Tim’s move. 

“That’s Monopoly,” he shrugged smugly, taking over their property.

You and Mae looked at the board for a few moments and then made your move. It was nothing groundbreaking, so it was on to Oscar’s turn next. You leaned over and pressed a kiss to his cheek before going back to Mae’s hair, and fuck. He wished it didn’t mess with his head so much. He didn’t really know why it fucked with him so much, but it just did. Everything felt so… you. It overwhelmed his senses. He cleared his throat and quickly put his turn together, but weirdly, everyone was looking at him with a smirk. 

“What?” he asked, placing  more of the popcorn in his mouth. “What’s wrong?”

“Osc, you’re on the ‘go to jail’ space,” you pointed out. He sighed and moved his piece, much to the delight of Hattie and Eddie. 

He moved closer to you as the next turn began, Hattie and Eddie arguing over their next move. “Unfair,” he whispered. 

You looked at him confused. “It’s not my fault you’re shit at Monopoly.”

He shook his head, chuckling. “A) you’re my girlfriend, you should be my partner. B) you kissed me on the cheek, that’s cheating.”

You stared at him again, confused. “I kiss you on the cheek all the time,” you shrugged. “What’s the big deal?”

He shrugged back, not really wanting to explain it in front of his entire family. “I don’t know, just… messes with me.”

You smiled at him, amused by his explanation. “Osc-”

“Alright Loverboy, pack it up, I want my teammate back,” Mae interrupted, pushing Oscar away from you and into the board (by accident), so that the entire board flipped back to him and hit him in the face. The group was a cacophony of ‘oh my god I’m so sorry’, ‘are you ok?’, or laughing. You leaned over to him, trying to contain your laughter and cupped his cheek, looking for injuries. 

“You alright?” you asked. “No broken nose?”

He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you in for a hug. “Just a bruised ego.” 

You laughed and pulled back, ready to clean up the board. “You go make some popcorn, we’ll clean this up,” you told him. 

He shook his head and grabbed your arm, pulling you up. “Mae can clean the board,” he shot a nasty look her way (which she reciprocated), as she started cleaning up the board. Nicole and Tim followed you two to check on Oscar and get some food, while Hattie and Eddie started to pick the film. You leant against the counter in the kitchen, waiting for the popcorn to finish. Nicole and Tim left the kitchen after some short conversation, and immediately Oscar was on you like a cat. He pressed his lips to yours, his hands caging you in against the counter, gently going up and down your sides. He pulled back and you looked at him expectantly. 

“Just missed you,” he shrugged. 

You shook your head with a smile. “You’re insane.”

“Maybe,” he pressed another kiss to your neck. Then another. Then another. “I’m really glad you’re here,” he smiled. 

“I’m really glad I’m here too,” you grinned, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Thanks for inviting me.” 

He rolled his eyes. “You’ve been coming here every year for the past 3 years.” 

You shrugged. “Still nice to thank you for inviting me.” 

He shook his head with a smile and pressed another kiss to your lips. How did he ever get so lucky?

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[luveline]

KBDU is the cutest universe on the planet. i love dad steve so much! can we see how steve manages with all the girls when reader is in the hospital? maybe she had to go in during one of her pregnancies for exhaustion or stay for a few days after she had one of the babies? he was so stressed when one of his babies was in the hospital, i can’t imagine what he’d be like having to leave reader there.

KBD —Steve finally gets to see you. mom!reader, 2k

The fucking elevator is taking forever. Every floor, Steve swears to God, has been stopped at, only for the people waiting to get on to realise that the elevator is completely full, and then the man at the front doesn’t have the intelligence to click the button that shuts the doors, so everyone in it waits for the doors to close in awkward, suffocating silence, unaware that Steve hasn’t seen you in two days. Two full laps of twenty four hours, spent swaddling grizzly babies and assuaging Avery’s fears and telling everyone who pops in that he’s fine, he just wishes he could see you, but nobody offered to take care of the kids because there’s so many of them, and Robin took Moira to some off-grid vacation in the Bahamas so they could find God or maybe just make out interrupted for a few days, and Eddie did offer but he’s never looked after all the girls by himself and he’s been doing the night shift, he can’t take care of babies, and then Wayne Munson offered to help but Steve felt too bad because Wayne had that stroke and it was too much. And fuck his mom, seriously, who straight up said no when he asked. He’s never gonna talk to her again. 

He takes a deep breath. The doors open, floor five, so Steve slides out of all the warm bodies with his hand on Avery’s wrist and, worried her legs are too small and tired to match his pace, swoops her into his arms to take the last two flights to your floor. It takes him twenty seconds. Avery hugs his neck, laughing, saying, “Woah, dad, it’s an earthquake!” 

“Imagine we were going down,” he says. 

She smushes her face to his. Maybe she’s relieved that he doesn’t seem so stressed anymore. 

Steve doesn’t put her down at the door to the ward. He presses a button to have the outside doors open, then edges in with Avery on his hip. He always says she’s his big girl, all grown up, but she has at least another year of being carried before it looks too weird. 

She holds on to him, her own breath of relief warming his neck as he bypasses the reception area to your room on the adult ward, 315. 

You’re in the first bed in the room, shoddy curtains dividing you from five other people, yours open enough for Steve to see in. You’re not sleeping. Not smiling, either. You’re wearing the same pajamas you were when he left, and if that doesn’t just boil his fucking blood and make him wanna cry his eyes out at the same time. 

Can nobody do fucking anything? 

“Hey, babe,” he says, opening the curtain up just enough to let the light in. 

That puts a smile on your face. “Hey.” 

He puts Avery down on the bed and she makes a ferocious, giggly squeak as she crawls up to bear down on you, hugging your head. 

“Hi,” you say, breathing out a big sigh. You rub her back in a wave. “Hey, baby.”

“Hi mom. How’s your owie?” 

“It’s okay. How are you, honey? How’s your sisters? How’s–”

“Everyone’s fine,” Steve says quickly. “Seriously, everyone’s perfect. Everyone’s good.” 

You sink back in relief, pulling Avery in with you, an endless, lazy hug. “Oh, good. Good. Who’s with everyone?” 

“Robin finally got home. I’m–” He wants to say I’m so sorry. But he doesn’t want Avery to know that he let you down. “Robin and Moira, Eddie’s there too, my mom–” His fucking mom. He doesn’t finish what he was gonna say about her and swallows instead. “Babe, let me look at you.” 

“I’m alright.” 

“I know, just let me look, please?” 

You slip Avery lower on your chest. Steve leans over to cup your face, staring at you for a long time. Avery looks up at you and does the same, following her dad’s analysis, poking your cheek gently when you pretend to glare at her. 

“And your–”

“Steve, it’s alright. I’m fine.” 

“How long?” 

“They say just a few more days.”  

And Steve can run the house without you, the problem is not getting to look after you for a week. He pulls your face up for a kiss set into the corner of your mouth. “Okay. How are you feeling, though? Are you in any pain?” 

“Not too much?” 

“How come you haven’t changed?” 

“I couldn’t– Sorry, Steve, I couldn’t find the pyjamas.” 

His eyes go wide. “I didn’t give you anymore?”

“I don’t know.” 

Steve throws the backpack he’s carrying off and falls to his knees. Under your bed is a suitcase of things he’d brought the day after you were admitted into the adult ward. A box of protein bars, bottled water, pyjamas, enough underwear for three changes a day. There’s secret chocolate, not so secret chips, and a big bag of the necessities. 

There are more pyjamas, he finds, but they’re in the netted part of the suitcase with your underwear. He grabs them, a towel, and your wash bag. “Sorry, honey, I put them in with your socks. Did you want to shower? I can help.” 

“Is that okay?” you ask, pushing Avery back. “Will you be okay to sit in the bathroom? I’m sorry, I know it’s really boring, I bet you must be sick of being bored.” 

“Mom,” she says, going in for a hug, her arms around your neck, “I missed you so much.” 

“Me too.” 

Steve helps Avery down. Together, you walk to the bathrooms down the end of the ward and let yourselves in. There are three showers each in separate cubicles, and a long row of toilets. Opposite the toilets are sinks and mirrors. Avery runs ahead to explore the shower, while Steve walks with you unhurried, his arm behind your back. “Do you need help, do you think? I don’t mind, just. How is everything?” 

“It all hurts a lot. I can’t bend. Can’t really do anything.” 

“Right. What have you been eating? You haven’t touched the protein bars. I wish you would, is there– Are they the wrong kind?” 

“I haven’t been super hungry. I’ll eat more.”

“It’s fine, if you don’t like them I can just get something else. You can eat chips all day.” Steve follows Avery into the shower. They’re white tile and bleached, not a spot of grime or dirt. 

“Cleaner than our shower,” you say. 

Steve laughs. “For sure. Okay, Ave? Babe? I’m gonna shut the door now so mom can have some privacy. Please please please don’t leave this room, understand? Stay right here, don’t talk to any strangers that aren’t old ladies.” 

“What about nurses?” Avery asks. 

“Okay, nurses too. Only if they’re friendly.” 

Steve takes you into the shower. He gets pretty wet once things are started but it doesn’t take long to get you clean. In ten minutes you’re towel dried and dressed again, bar your socks. He gets you out of the shower and sits you down in the plastic chair by the sinks. 

Avery holds her hands behind her back with a shy, silly smile. “Can I help?” she asks. 

Steve hands her your socks. 

“Was it super boring by yourself?” you ask her.

“No,” Avery says, kneeling in front of you. “There’s a spider on the faucet. I tried to get him to go on my hand.” 

“Too much unsupervised time with Beth,” Steve says. 

“She’s my sister, dad.” 

“I mean too much unsupervised time in general. Some spiders bite.” 

You mess with Avery’s hair. “I miss my Beth,” you say quietly. “Everyone. I miss you all.”

“It’s not forever, mommy.” 

Avery puts your socks on upside down with the branding across the arches of your feet. You say thank you with a few more kisses pressed to her ear, and then Steve helps you back to the room. 

Steve is almost sorry he brought Avery today. It’s extremely clear you’re homesick already, but you’re a doting mom trying to make sure Avery’s okay when the person least okay right now is you. Steve’s not unaware of how scary it is to have your mom in hospital, he’s glad you’re up to kissing and hugging, but you look tired. So, so tired. 

You lay down under the blankets and pull Avery in for a snuggle. Then, drooling, you fall asleep on her shoulder. 

Avery looks to Steve. (Spectacular silver linings, right? Everything sucks but everyone’s alive, too! Steve’s here with Avery and she’s laughing and touching your face, and somewhere at home his babies are being looked after by your friends, who love them.) 

“Want me to pull you out?” he asks. 

“No way, I’m gonna stay here. Think I can slumber party?” 

“I don’t think so, Ave, it gets sad at hospitals at night because everyone wants to go home.” 

“Does mommy get sad?” 

“She misses you, but she knows you’re gonna be there waiting for her, so probably not as much as other people.” 

Avery likes being talked to candidly, and she takes Steve’s comment with a curious frown. “Are you feeling better seeing mom?” 

“I am. Are you?” 

“Definitely better.” She curls around you, her nose to the top of your head. “She’s so tired.” 

“She’s so tired,” Steve agrees. When he gets home tonight he’s gonna cry in the shower (should the opportunity arise to take one), and he’s gonna feel terrible, guilty and shameful and sick for you, but things will get better because you will. “But she’s sleeping. She’ll feel better tomorrow, and better the next day.” 

Avery puts the back of her hand to her forehead. “If I pretend to be super sick do you think they will let me stay? I’ll be good.” 

“Why’d you wanna stay?” he asks, stretching over you to flick her arm. “Am I bad company?” 

“I sleep a lot when I’m in the big bed. Maybe mom will sleep better with me here.” 

Robin can handle things at home. Steve and Avery can stay for a few more hours. Even if you’re sleeping, it’s just awesome to see you. He can stop wanting to kill everybody who isn’t a blood-relative now. 

[halsteadlover]

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• Pairing: Lando Norris x Female!Reader.

• Requested: no.

• Summary: Lando and his obsession with TikTok trends almost got him in trouble.

• Warnings: none, just few curse words I think lol.

• Word count: 776.

• A/N: I know, I know I’m just posting fics based on trends but this is the last one I promise 😭

“Got it babe? On the count of three make an ugly face.” Lando stated after setting up his phone and press record. He was standing behind you, his girlfriend, his hands resting on your shoulders as you sat while putting on your makeup.

You looked at him skeptically through the phone’s camera, with a confused look on your face. He was trying to hold back his laughter, already imagining your reaction.

“Why?”

“It’s just a game,” he replied, leaving a kiss above your hair. “Okay on my three. One, two… Baby! I said on my three!”

You frowned, continuing to look at your boyfriend through the phone and he suppressed another laugh, knowing by your face you were already getting upset even though you hadn’t said a word about it yet.

“Babe come on you can do it. Again. One… Oh c’mon why do you keep doing it before my three?!” he exclaimed and you didn’t answer again but he immediately noticed how your expression shifted from confusion to sadness, your lips slightly curved downwards.

“What?” you sadly whispered as you turned your head towards him. “What do you mean? Am I ugly?”

Lando felt his heart break at the sight of your tear-filled eyes as you looked at him with that broken expression, almost making him kneel on the floor. “Oh no, no, no, no, my love, oh my god,” he babbled, immediately hugging you from behind and leaving numerous kisses at the top of your head.

He pulled away after a while and turned the chair so that you were face to face with him. He knelt down and cupped your face with his hands as his thumbs caressed your cheeks. “I’m so sorry baby, please forgive me. I just wanted to make a stupid trend, please don’t cry. You’re not ugly, you’re the most beautiful woman I have ever laid my eyes on, you’re beautiful beyond belief please… I’m so sorry.”

He kissed your forehead, then your cheeks, your lips. “Please forgive me, oh baby I love you so much. I hate seeing you like this, I hate doing this to you. I swear to god I will never follow any stupid trends again… Fucking TikTok.”

“Can you cook my favorite dish tonight please?” you asked in a low voice.

“Of course baby, yes, whatever you want, I would buy you the moon if it made you happy. Please don’t cry, I’m so sorry.”

A bright smile appeared on your lips and you kissed him. “Thank you darling, I love you so much too.”

Lando let out a sigh relieved, even though you were just making fun of him. “You little… I thought I made you cry. Don’t ever do this to me again please, I though I was having a heart attack.”

You giggled and threw your arms around his neck, holding him tightly as he hugged you back, wrapping his arms around your waist and burying his nose in your hair. “I’m sorry love, but you deserved it.”

He kissed your neck. “Yeah I do… God I’m never watching TikTok again in my life.”

You laughed and he pulled away from you, cupping your face with his hands again. “You sure you’re okay? You know it was just for a video right? You’re… To say you’re breathtakingly beautiful is an understatement and I’m not even kidding. There’s no word I could use that would even begin to describe how gorgeous I think you are. You’re so fucking perfect baby and I don’t want you to doubt that for even a second.”

“Hey, hey it’s okay love,” you stroked his hair, brushing it off his forehead and smiling gently. “I was just messing with you, I know it’s just a trend since I’ve seen it a million times. I’m on social media too you know.”

He nodded. “Yeah I know, I know, I just didn’t consider the fact I could hurt your feelings and seeing you with that sad expression broke my heart, even if it was just a joke, I want to make sure you know I’m totally crazy about you and you’re perfect, okay?”

You laughed again and nodded before kissing him. “I’m really okay, I promise baby.”

“Seriously, I worship the ground you walk on, I would lick any surface you sit on, that’s how desperate I’m for you.”

“Ew Lando! You’re disgusting!” You exclaimed, loudly chuckling and playfully shoving him away, making him burst out laughing.

“Okay you’re laughing so I guess it’s really fine, but don’t think I’m joking baby,” he retorted as he stood up and stopped the recording and you fake gagged. “But what do you think about the dinner I promised you now?”

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[yanderenightmare]

Gojo Satoru

TW: dubcon-ish due to suggestiveness and alcohol, yandere, breakup, depression, schemes, manipulation, office au for some reason

part two in Gojo's pov

fem reader

It’s been two weeks since your breakup—since you got dumped on your sorry ass.

You wished you could say you were fine, wish you could say fuck that guy, anyway, good fucking riddance—that you’d make him regret it, that he didn’t know what he lost, that he’d come crawling back begging your forgiveness soon enough. You really wish you were that girl—the one who gets up and dusts off and gets back out there with her head still held high. You really do.

But no, you’re one of those girls who feel silly getting dressed—worried that you’re trying too hard. Fuck, it’s hopeless. You feel like shit, and you look like shit, and you don’t even want to go out anyway—it’s just some shitty office party at some shitty little bar where everyone’s going to make your breakup their business. It would be best not to go—leave them to talk shit about it behind your back. 

Sure, you could slap on your best tough act and tell them all to go fuck themselves, but why bother? You’re just going to drink too much and end up doing something you regret.

And oh, how right you were.

It’s not even been a good few hours before you’ve got the office slut’s tongue down your throat—all but clinging to him as you press your body up against his. Manicured hands tussled in his pretty white locks, pulling on him while sucking each other’s faces, leeching off the feeling of his hands grabbing your waist—oh god, it feels good to be wanted again.

Yes—yes, this is what you need. Fuck your ex-boyfriend, he’s probably out fucking some skank himself. Well, two can play that game. He’ll see. You’ll make him see. That fucking asshole—

Oh no.

“Wait—stop,” you break off the desperate kissing. 

Hanging your head while steadying your breath, you push both hands flat on his hard chest, keeping him distanced even as he leans after your lips. 

You swallow thickly, then wipe your mouth, taking a step back. “The fuck am I doing…”

You don’t dare look back up at him. Beyond embarrassed, you just want to get out of there as quickly as your feet can carry you—catch the first cab home and forget all about it. Pretend it never happened. 

“Sorry, ‘m gonna go,” you mumble as you start walking away, leaving your confused colleague behind, alone outside the bathroom stalls, still recovering.

You make your way down the hallway with dim neon lights flickering overhead, feeling swallowed up by the graffiti-littered walls.

What a sorry place for mistakes.

“Ugh, I can’t believe I was about to be one of those girls.” You shudder as you wrap yourself in your own hug, feeling silly for wearing a cropped jacket—and why the fuck is your dress so short? You’re not a fucking teenager anymore. “Fucking hell… I’m such a mess.”

“No, wait.” A tug of your jacket holds you in place. Oh, but you really don’t want to look at him. It’s humiliating enough already that you’d sought him out for validation—you don’t need his pity as well. It’s Gojo, for fuck’s sake. A different girl brings him lunch about every day—the whole office knows.

You might just die from the toll of it.

“Com’on. I’m perfect for this, aren’t I?” he asks under his breath while maneuvering you up against the wall again, his dewy breath brushing your scalp as he peers down at you in wait for your answer.

“What are you on about?” You veer away. You should be in a cab already. Better yet, you should have never gone out in the first place. What was your goal here anyway? To not wallow in your own worthlessness? And you really thought seeking Gojo’s seal of approval would make you feel any better about yourself? The office hottie and the century’s ultimate fuckboy?

Fuck, it’s so wrong on so many levels, you feel disgusted with yourself.

“We’re both drunk,” he states, but you don’t really want to hear it—head too filled with your own bullshit to heed any of his. You swear, if he tries any one of his sleazy pick-up lines on you, you’re gonna knee him right in the balls. It would be nice to get fired now anyway—you’d take it as a blessing.

What he says instead is unexpected—brutally and grossly honest, “You need a rebound, right? And I wanna fuck.”

Your thoughts stop shaming you as you look back at him, returning his gaze with an awaiting silence, allowing him to go on.

“So let’s use each other and blame it on the drink.”

It sounds like the lyrics of an angsty heartache song they might have played back inside the bar—the muted thuds seeping in through the walls makes it all but true. And still, there’s something oddly enticing about it, even as it makes you cringe.

“No hard feelings. No strings,” he continues, a small grin playing in the corner of his lips. “Just a good ol’ tit for tat.”

He almost sells it. But you’re just one too many bad nights too tired to buy.

“Don’t be dumb—” you dismiss and try nudging him away again—only, he doesn’t let up.

“C’mon—you’re angry, aren’t you?” he poses with a quirked brow. “What better way to stick it to him than fucking the hottest guy around?”

It stunts you. Suppose that had been exactly your objectives tonight, unknowingly and much to your shame. At least you can find some mediocre solace in your next confession, for as it turns out, “I’m not that kinda girl.”

It’s a depressing outcome. Made even shittier by how you sort of wish you were—that kind of girl. The type who doesn’t let anything get to her, who moves on and doesn’t think twice about it—who fucks the hot guy in front of her and wakes up feeling empowered the next morning. If only you weren’t such a tragic fucking loser…

“Be her for a night?” he suggests, still not having given up. He cups your chin and brushes a thumb over your lips. It’s really intimate, makes you feel pinned beneath that look in his eyes—as if the sky was coming down upon you. His words are low, brushing your face with heat as he says them, “I promise, I’ll make you feel so good you’ll forget all about him.”

Goddamn it—there it is, the fucking pick-up line. Now, it doesn’t really make your knees weak or anything, but you’re sorry to say you can’t deny it’s tempting, either. 

Besides, you really didn’t want to go home and spend the night crying yourself to sleep—again, now paired with regrets about this night on top of it all.

You look at him through the thicket of your mascara, into those big blue puppy-dog eyes looking at you in something so strange such as earnest. Oh God, he really wants to do this for you, doesn’t he? He could go find himself any other girl—everyone had been eyeing him earlier—it’s not too late for him to simply go pick any one of them up. 

Is this his way of being considerate—being a good colleague by offering you a fuck? Ugh… that makes you feel so fucking pathetic. But then again… why does it really matter? You couldn’t really stoop any lower at this point—might as well have some fun while at it, right?

You were out of ice cream anyway…

“C’mon,” he drawls, eyes growing heavier as he leans further in—once again, only a tiny inch separating you. So close you taste his breath and feel his voice on your lips. “Don’t make me beg.” 

You don’t. No, you end up saying not another word. Too busy drowning your sorrows, getting drunk while kissing him breathless.

And oh, you and your bittersweet heartbreak taste so good on his tongue—coercing your boyfriend into dumping you was the greatest ploy for your heart he could ever do.

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[devil-in-hiding]

So thank you all for all the love on my little assistant idea! here’s a little more, it’s a little rushed but i couldn’t get this outta my head 💕

Returning back to base with four huge, expensive looking shopping bags, you storm towards John’s office. You don’t bother with knocking, you never do, and you find he’s bent over a file, hat long gone and a bottle of scotch near by.

He lifts his eyes, which light up at the sight of your bags and sits up. “Oh good, I see Sally got you sorted.”

“John Price what the actual hell? I can’t- This is much to-“

“It’s not coming out of your pay love. It’s on me.” He calms, but you shake your head, confusion and hope swirling in your chest.

“I don’t understand?” Is all you can say, and John looks away for a moment, clearing his throat before standing.

“You are aware that the base is hosting the Ball this year…” he starts, to which you let out a soft groan “don’t remind me, i’m so tired of looking for catering-“

“i was hoping you’d accompany me.”

“it’s hard enough trying to decide on something the four of you- i’m sorry what?”

“I would like for you to be my… date.” You have never, in the two years you’ve worked for the Captain John Price, seen him so flustered. His cheeks were flushed, arms crossed over his chest and not looking you directly, his gaze on the ground.

It takes you a moment to find your voice, a moment John takes as a ‘no’ and he is quickly trying to put distance between the two of you, walking back behind his desk.

“Of course, there’s no problem if you don’t want to. I know you’re probably very busy, I don’t want to-“

“I would love too.” You breathe out, heart thumping loudly in your ears as John finally makes eye contact with you, and you grin, feeling giddy now as you hug your shopping bags close.

“You don’t have to just because I’m your boss sweet-“

“No no! John I’d love to go to the Ball with you.” The sincerity in your voice has John grinning that grin that could nourish a god damn garden all on its own.

“That’s- brilliant. Perfect!” He laughs, walking around once more to stand in front of you. Before you can stop yourself, you lean up, brushing a soft kiss to his bearded jaw before pulling away, a sweet laugh echoing in his ears as you turn around.

“Goodnight John. We’ll talk in the morning.”

[sugusatosluut]

The Nanny?

Synopsis: Mark finally meets the nanny that Debbie won’t stop talking about.

A/N: I want to preface this by saying thank you all for your kind reblogs and the likes! Makes me so happy that these silly little fics give you guys some joy. Requests are open 🩷🩶💙

Mark finally had some free time to spend with his mother Debbie. He waited at their favorite coffe spot for his mom to arrive with Oliver so they could spend some quality time together. His mother had been mentioning something about special sitters or a daycare for children of supers. Whatever she was talking about, Mark had no time to hear about it, but he had time today. He wanted to know about this society of babysitters his mom believed in. Would Oliver be safe? Would his mother be safe? All valid questions he should have asked upon hearing about this for months.

Debbie finally arrived, Mark watched as she parked, got out of the front seat and scrambled possibly for Oliver in the back seat. To Mark’s surprise, Debbie entered the shop without Oliver in hand and a smile on her face. The gift in her hands was fairly small. She handed the box off silently while still smiling at Mark. She gave Mark a peck on his head and sat down in front of him.

“Hi honey, how are you today?” Debbie asked refreshed.

“Good—listen mom, where’s Oliver?” He asked pretty bluntly.

“Mark, I’ve tried to tell you about this new nanny for months, you gotta keep up with your family and stop spending all that time in space and with Cecil.” She sighed.

“Sorry mom.. what nanny? Can you start from the top?” He asked.

Debbie explained to mark that she interviewed twenty seven babysitters. Each was unique but she could always tell when they were sent by Cecil, or if they weren’t as qualified. Just when she’d given up hope, you walked in. The last interview of the day made her fear for her expectations, until you mentioned that you have a younger sibling who’s always been a super. You offered full time care, housekeeping duties, teaching Oliver and even offered overnight care if Debbie or Mark needed a break or couldn’t make it home. You ended up being the perfect pick. For months, you’d been staying at the Grayson’s caring for Oliver, cleaning and sleeping in Nolan’s old office which was made into a guest bedroom for you. You were practically Debbie’s saving grace.

Upon hearing how you basically saved his mother, Mark was a little skeptical about if you were really working for Cecil or if this was all just a lie. You were usually quiet so Mark would never know you were in his home. This was a but much for Mark to take in, especially because before coming to earth, Mark was Oliver’s sole caretaker. Who could do it better than him?

After lunch Debbie and Mark made it home. You were in the living room playing a memory game with Oliver when they walked into the living room. Mark was expecting Oliver to run to him, calling him “bra-bra” but instead, Oliver stayed focused on the memory game and you, the nanny, who sat taking turns with him matching cards.

“Good afternoon Debbie, Mark. Oliver’s been acing this memory game, you’ve got an Einstein.” You chuckled.

“Thank you y/n.” Debbie hugged you before setting her bags down.

“I’m grilling steak and making pasta tonight for dinner, so you can relax. Mark will you be staying for dinner?” You asked.

“Yeah, sure why not.”

Mark was in shock of how beautiful and kind you were. He was expecting some experienced lady well beyond her years but you? You’re the last thing he would have ever guessed. This didn’t change anything though. He needed to investigate further.

You grilled dinner for the Graysons. The table was set, Oliver’s high chair was prepared and the house was spotless. Mark still felt off. Maybe he was gaslighting himself to protect his family and himself? The fact of the matter is you’re too nice and he doesn’t know you that well. Everyone sat at the table as you buckled Oliver into his seat.you gave Oliver some steak, some applesauce and little cubes of cheese. The baby was growing fast, he was always wanting new things.

“Uhh- y/n, Oliver’s a baby, he can’t have steak.” Mark said.

“Oliver’s grown a lot the past few months Mark, he loves solid foods. Especially chewey foods.” You chuckled. Debbie chuckled handing Oliver a small piece of steak that you cut for him.

“Yummy!” Oliver exclaimed.

“It’s so great to finally meet you Mark. Your mom always tells me how busy you are, how were your last few fights?” You asked.

“Great, it’s hard to be in two places at once though. I wanna care for my family but the world needs protection too.” He said.

“I get that completely, you’re doing a great job. Oliver is so lucky to have you as his brother!” You smiled.

“So, you know Cecil Stedman?” He asked.

“I do. But I don’t work for him. I only know him because my younger brother works for him. Cecil’s not exactly my favorite person and I don’t quite like him that much either. That man is known for crossing boundaries and finding loopholes.” You scoffed.

Mark couldn’t disagree with you there.

“Seriously! The man is just so invasive. You ask him to leave you alone and then suddenly your whole family is getting spied on. This is the man that wants respect and for people to work with him?” Debbie laughed.

Mark hadn’t seen his mom laugh in forever, and it was great to see her finally relax and be happy. After dinner, you and Mark cleaned up the kitchen together. Debbie settled Oliver down for bed and went to go to bed herself. It was nice to be around this family compared to your own. You really never got to see them anymore. Your brother was off fighting some threat in another country while your parents tried to hold you to his standards and use you as the free help if they ever needed him taken care of. It’s probably why you’re so good at your job. You were so deep into your thoughts that you were staring out the window. You didn’t even realize you and Mark had finished cleaning the entire kitchen.

“Hey.. you okay?” Mark asked standing next to you.

“Hm? —oh yeah, sorry. Just a lot going on in my brain. I love being here, Oliver is a wonderful kid and your mom is amazing. I just wish I had this with my family.” You smiled at him. It really was no big deal.

“I’m sorry.. and I want to apologize for being kind of an ass. I was wrong about you. I didn’t say anything to my mom about it and I shouldn’t have come off so strong but I like you. It’s hard for me to trust people especially after my dad. You’re good with Oliver and my mom… and you’re good with me too.” Mark smiled.

He looked at you for quite sometime. Mark had an idea but he would have to wait until Debbie and Oliver were asleep. The night was still young. You showered, changed and prepared your bed for a long night’s sleep until Mark knocked on your cracked door.

“Knock knock” he said smiling. Mark wasn’t in his pajamas, he was in his suit, holding a very much awake Oliver.

“Oh, hey!” You whispered.

“Little man was wide awake in his crib. He wanted to see you.” Mark smiled as he held Oliver.

Oliver cooed, you waited for Mark to give him to you, but it seemed as if he was conflicted. If Mark wanted to put his brother back to sleep, you wouldn’t dare rob him of this time.

“Mark if you have to go fight crime or save the world I’d be happy to let Oliver sleep in my room unless you want to put him to sleep first.” You smiled.

Mark gave you a look of worry. He smiled to Oliver and then to himself.

“Stay awake, I’ll be back.” He said.

It took him a little while, but Mark finally put Oliver to sleep after getting some pointers from you about what Oliver needs for him to get tired.

Mark approached your room again, seeing that you were just barely awake, eyes starting to close as you sat at the edge of your bed. Mark made his presence known before coming to sit next to you.

“Wanna go on a joyride?” He asked.

“Hm? Oh I dunno Mark what about Debbie and Oliver?” You asked.

“They’ll be fine, we’ll be back in an hour.” He smiled at you.

Mark picked you up, you both traveled for a taste of the world’s greatest ice cream. You both bonded and got to know eachother much better before stopping back at the house. You and Mark were in his bedroom watching tv and hanging out.

“I hope I was able to make you more comfortable here in our home y/n. Oliver’s lucky to have a nanny like you and I’m lucky to have someone who cares so much about my family and I. That’s all I’ve been asking for and you do it perfectly.” He smiled at you.

You yawned, standing up and making your way towards Mark’s bedroom door.

“I’m here for you guys, I’m gonna go lay down. Thank you for tonight Mark, you’re too sweet and kind. I’ll see you in the morning.” You smiled at him.

Before leaving his room. Mark stood up and walked towards you. It compelled him, the way you were so kind and respectful. Internally he was conflicted, but externally he knew what he needed from you. So Mark stood close to you, holding your face in his hands and kissed you zealously. Your face was red from the contact. His lips were soft and warm, you wanted more but out of respect for Debbie and love for Oliver, this was your one freebie. Do not take advantage of this.

The next morning you and Mark awoke happily and eager to greet eachother in the morning. Debbie noticed the excitement and joined in hugging her son and you.

“Come on mark we’re gonna be late to the mixer!” She said as she grabbed her keys and rushed to the car.

You said goodbye to Debbie and mark as you waved goodbye with Oliver’s hands. They took off and Debbie took this opportunity to tease him as they entered the car together.

“So… the Nanny?” Debbie chuckled.

“Ugh—mom!” Mark shouted.

[malum-forev]

Never Casual

Part 2

You knew something was very wrong the second you walked out of your apartment building.

For years, your routine always included a morning run. Before the sun came up, before anyone was awake, you’d go out.

Months ago, when the weather was cool, you’d have Bucky by your side, making the outing feel like a warm hug.

“You’re lacking a bit.” He’d give you a dazzling smile, running backwards like it was nothing, while your lungs burned.

“That’s not fair,” you’d huff. “I need motivation.”

“More motivation than this?” He drags his hands up and down his chest playfully.

You loved seeing Bucky like this. Out and about without a care in the world, without his mind telling him that everyone around him is judging him.

Bucky lowers his pace. “If you beat me, I’ll let you braid my hair.”

“But only if you leave the house with whatever style I put you in.” You start running faster.

“Whatever you say, sweetheart.” He follows you.

“I can’t wait to see you in pigtails.” You laugh, running until you couldn’t feel your legs.

But now, the weather is warmer but you’ve never felt as cold. Without him by your side, even the sticky air seems icy.

On every single lamp post all around your route, there was a poster of Bucky.

Vote Bucky for Congress.

You scoff at the fake smile plastered on his face. It must have taken the photographers hours to get that shot. You more than anyone know how hard it is for Bucky to hide what he’s feeling.

For a second, you consider tearing down all the posters but you pick up your run before you can act on the impulse.

——————

“What is he doing here?” You couldn’t mask your disdain this time, as you see Bucky walk into the headquarters.

“C’mon, you’re not excited to see the old team back together?” Joaquin asks, sitting down at the chair next to yours.

“Not keen on having dinosaurs coming to check our work.” Your eyes never leave Bucky’s figure.

He hasn’t looked over at you once, avoiding your stare.

“Hey, could you help me with something inside the conference room?” You ask Torres with a devious smile on your face.

Joaquin eyes you suspiciously but follows you inside, and says nothing as you shut all the blinds.

“This drawer gets stuck sometimes,” you say, turning the hidden lock and pocketing the key. “Could you help me open it?”

“Sure,” he drags out the word.

“Put your weight into it.” You recommend, smiling as the desk starts rattling once Joaquin tries to get the drawer open.

“Yes, yes!” You chant, knowing that with Bucky’s supersoldier hearing, he’d be able to recognize the grinding of the desk and your moans.

He can’t erase from his memories the things the two of you have done in this same conference room.

“There you go.” Joaquin smiles, finally ripping the drawer open.

“Good boy,” you pat his head with a smile.

You barely have time to fluff your hair and make your clothes look a little disheveled when someone slams down the door.

“What the hell is wrong with you, Buck?!” Sam yells, taking in his now open-concept conference room.

“I-I-I just,” Bucky stutters, eyes bouncing from Joaquin back to you.

He must have heard wrong, but he can’t get the sound out of his head. The breathy moan from the back of your throat you used to give out, the rhythmic scraping of the desk, the good boy.

That phrase is what made him go crazy. Your praises used to be reserved for Bucky and only Bucky.

“I’m sorry.” Bucky gulps, cheeks painted red.

“Excuse me, Congressman.” You slip past him, but not fast enough for him not to catch your perfume.

“You changed it.” He calls after you, not caring that anyone heard.

You stop in your tracks. “What?”

“You changed your perfume.” He says so matter of factly.

“I did.”

“Why?” He sounds hurt almost.

Bucky had found that perfume at a shop one time he was away on mission in Berlin. He couldn’t help but stop by. He spent hours there, trying to find something that was as perfect as you.

“I grew out of it.”

You walk back to your desk, ignoring a very confused Sam and Joaquin. You were going to keep acting like nothing happened, even if Bucky’s facade is starting to break. And even if it breaks a piece of your heart to know that Bucky still recognized your perfume.

—————

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.” You mutter, walking in to Isaiah’s gym.

There, standing in his full glory, was Bucky.

“Oh man isn’t this great!” Joaquin jumps up beside you. “We get to spar with Bucky!”

“Great,” you tighten your jaw.

Bucky and Sam spar in front of you, the blue eyed man having the upper hand, as always.

“Hey, remember what I told you?” You trail the tips of your fingers up Joaquin’s hand, stopping at his pumped biceps. “About us?”

His eyebrows furrow but just for a second before remembering your agreement to act like you’re dating.

“Here too?” Joaquin looks around the almost empty gym.

You nod, noticing that Bucky’s guard lowered the second Joaquin brought you to his side.

With a punch, Sam sends the supersoldier down on his knees.

“That’s what I’m talking about!” Sam cheers around the ring, never noticing that Bucky’s eyes are only on you.

“I’m up next.” You call out, slipping your hand out of Torres’.

“Break the old man in half!” Isaiah yells from your corner.

“Congressman.” You address him, trying not to let his stare get to you.

Bucky tries to look menacing but his eyes eventually soften.

“You’ve got this, honey!” Torres calls out.

“I thought you said you never wanted a cheerleader.” Bucky rolls his eyes.

You tried to keep your focus on him but you couldn’t help but think back at the time you’d told him that.

At first, you were the one who wanted to keep things a secret. Saying that exact same thing, I don’t need a cheerleader. I don’t need someone who publicly applauds me. I want someone who treats me right.

“I realized I want someone who doesn’t hide me.” You grit, throwing three punches.

Bucky stops all of them but one.

“Yeah! That’s it!” Joaquin yells as your punch comes in contact with Bucky.

But your punch doesn’t make him want to win the spar, it makes him drop his guard.

“What’s going on?” You push his hands up.

Bucky lets out a soft smile. “You know I could never spar with you.”

“Don’t give me that bullshit,” you huff. But the Sergeant doesn’t change his stance.

“C’mon sweets,” he whispers just for you, jutting out his jaw. “Give me your best shot. I know you want to do it.”

You roll your eyes, throwing the boxing gloves on the floor of the ring. “I wouldn’t want to give your make up team more work. Covering a bruise would be tough.”

Joaquin is the next one up.

“Don’t go easy on my Sarge,” Torres laughs, but Bucky has no intentions of doing the same.

His blue eyes narrow and before Torres even realizes it, Bucky kicks his legs and drops him to the floor. Joaquin tries to bounce back up but Bucky uses his vibranium arm to slam him on the floor again. Pushing his metal forearm to his chest, making Joaquin start to cough.

“That’s enough!” You yell but Bucky seems to be fixed on the young man.

“Stop it! You’re going to hurt him!” You yell again but nothing gets through to the old man.

Joaquin taps the floor three times but Bucky is restless.

Sam and Isaiah share a look of concern.

“Bucky! It’s fake!” You finally let out. “We’re not dating!”

The second his name leaves your mouth, the trance is broken.

“What?” Bucky looks back at you, letting Joaquin slip from his grasp.

“We were pretending.” You cross your arms over your chest.

“Were we believable?” Joaquin croaks out.

“You were faking it?” Sam’s eyebrows furrow. “Why?”

“So you could send me undercover.” Joaquin gives Cap a smile.

“I made it up.” You look down at the floor.

Sam’s eyes widen. “Again, why?”

“To make me jealous.” Bucky drags his hand down his face. “And it worked.”

“You’d be jealous, of me?” Joaquin looks extremely surprised.

“It was a stupid thing and I shouldn’t have done it, I’m sorry.” You wipe the sweat from your face. “Let’s just drop it.”

“No, of course I’m not going to drop it.” Sam throws his hands up.

“We dated.” Bucky gulps, looking back at you.

That’s what you always wanted. Right? For Bucky to admit that what the two of you had was more than casual. But it didn’t feel right.

“W-wait what?!” Joaquin’s eyes bounce from you to Bucky. “You dated the fossil?”

Bucky rolls his eyes.

“No.” You finally speak up. “We never dated.”

“Oh c’mon! Stop with the lies and the bullshit!” Bucky yells, stunning everyone in the room. “I’m sick of this war brewing between us.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You look down at your feet.

“Tell me it didn’t mean anything,” Bucky comes closer to you. “I’ll leave you be if you look in my eyes and tell me it didn’t mean anything.”

“You were the one who wanted things like this!” You raise your voice. “You were the one who pulled away, you were the one who ended things! You don’t get to come back into my life after you wanted nothing to do with me!”

“That’s not-“

“You left! You destroyed me!” Your voice cracks. “My whole life was turned upside down, all because of your stupid career. You left me behind like I was nothing. Like I was just a casual fling.”

“Well maybe I made a mistake!” Bucky’s nostrils flare. “Maybe I was stupid and clueless and took advice from people who know nothing about me!”

Your chest heaves, his words make your body sting.

“And maybe I’ve regretted that same decision every day!”

“Well it’s too late for regret, Congressman.” You whisper.

His steel blue eyes burn into yours. “Tell me it meant nothing. And I’ll leave, forever.”

“Please, just leave.” Your voice trembles.

Bucky runs his hand through his dark hair. “I’ll leave you alone, if that’s what you really want.”

“It is.” You gulp, the words leaving a bad taste on your tongue.

Bucky walks out of the gym, but your heartbeat thumps faster the further away he is.

———-

You’d come back from a mission on an incredibly rainy summer day. The weather was hot and suffocating, the worst combination. But at least you were home.

You zipped off your tactical suit, turning on the tv just enough to drown out the rain pattering outside your window as you made a cup of tea.

“Breaking news coming from DC,” you faintly hear the news reporter on your screen. “Voters are now changing views after future congressman James Buchanan Barnes’ speech today.”

“What the fuck-“ you turn up the tv as Bucky’s face takes up the screen.

“I am here because I want to make a change in the world. But with change, comes comprehension. My life has been spent serving the public, but I cannot let that dictate my private life. I am in love with an amazing woman who has also dedicated her life to protecting the people. And if voters cannot comprehend that, then they shouldn’t vote for me. Because I refuse to let the love of my life walk away just because she isn’t what you think-“

Before you know it, tears well in your eyes. It’s been weeks since your heart was ripped out and now, it’s finally feeling like it’s healing. But maybe time wasn’t what you needed, you needed the man you love to tell the world that he loved you too.

Three knocks on your door make you shoot up from your couch.

Slowly, you open the door to reveal Bucky. Standing on your doorstep, drenched by the rain.

“Sam told me you were back.” He mumbles, his eyes grey and cloudy. “I’m sorry, I know you don’t want to see me but I- I just can’t be away from you.”

“Bucky,” you whisper, your voice trembling from tears. “Why did you say that?”

“Because it’s the truth.” He takes your hand in his. “I love you. And I was stupid to not see it then but I want you to know it.”

“I’m so tired,” tears fall down your cheeks, “tired of acting like I don’t want you. I yearn for you. I ache for you.”

“I’m sorry,” Bucky kisses your temple. “I was scared to admit that I love you. But I do, I love you like nothing else. I should have never said that. Please, I’m begging you. Forgive me.”

You melt into his touch, finally finding what you lost all those weeks ago. “I forgive you.”

Bucky holds your face in his hands. “You were never casual. You’re the love of my life.”

Authors note: hihiiii omg thank you so much for the love on part 2 and 1!!! Alsooo, I’ve just posted new chapters for my book! I’d love if you could give it a look over! Thank you and love you.

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