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ever since I realized Iâm autistic literally my whole life makes so much sense
#the intense mood swings?#the social fears?#the special interests?#the meltdowns?#all the confusion??????#like damn#now that I know whatâs going on Iâm able to figure out how to beat take care of myself#I can step in before the overstimulation turns into a meltdown#Iâm able to figure out methods of functioning in unfamiliar social situations#like damn Iâm doing so much better#all because I know where these feelings and actions were coming from#and how to best treat/handle them gently
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desperate people find faith
summary: your first mission ends with you in Jean's lab and a very worried Logan who's had trouble leaving your side wc: 2.0k a/n: thank you thank you so much for all of your very positive feedback on the previous fics with these two!!! I am really looking forward to writing more for them, so please feel free to send any requests for them my way, or Logan requests in general! And yes, the title is from a Taylor Swift song again. Lots of hurt/comfort in this one, talks of mushy gushy feelings, very worried Logan find the previous part here! all empath!reader fics here!
You took the cold table underneath you as a sign that something had gone wrong. You peaked one eye open before quickly squeezing it closed, the bright florescent lights too much to handle. You took a beat, trying to make sense of your surroundings.Â
You remembered the jet landing in what seemed like the middle of nowhere, you and Jean searching an abandoned building looking for the young mutant that Charles had promised would be there and coming up empty. The two of you had made your way back to the jet and.. shit. The kid had freaked, and you distinctly remember taking enough damage to warrant a swift retreat back to the school. You must be downstairs, in Jeanâs lab. Itâs probably a bad sign that the first thing you worry about how much shit Logan is going to give you for this.Â
You reached out with your power, too cautious of the lights (and the judgment of the rest of the team) to look with your eyes. A few people were mildly worried just across the room, but it was hard not to be distracted by the huge amounts of anger and exhaustion on your left. You debated facing him head on, being a grown up about it and fessing up to the fact that you were wrong. Thankfully, you could be immature when the situation called for it. You attempted to even out your breathing and smooth out the crease between your eyebrows, anything that could give you away.Â
âSweetheart?â Loganâs voice is so much softer than you were expecting, based on the waves of pure fury currently radiating off of him.Â
You shush him, blinking one eye open. âIâm sleeping.â You whisper, letting your eye fall shut again.Â
You felt his hand gently brush over the top of your head. His voice is closer, air tickling your ear as he leans down beside you. âBeen sleeping for three days, bub. Need you to wake up now.âÂ
You turn your head to the side and are treated to Logan dropping a small kiss on your forehead. You canât help but smile at the affection, eyes half open against the bright lights. After a few moments, they dim. Jean takes her place on the other side of the table, lab coat on and stethoscope in hand. You expected her to shoo Logan away in the name of a more thorough analysis but she doesnât even attempt it.Â
Loganâs hand finds your own, gripping tight enough to be just short of uncomfortable. Jean makes quick work of taking your diagnostics, and gently informs you that besides feeling fatigued, you are just fine.Â
That canât be right.Â
You know that you caught the brunt of the impact, it was beginning to come back to you. The young mutant had lashed out, and before youâd had the chance to get close, heâd sent a car flying towards you and Jean. Sheâd managed to counteract it with her own mutation, firmly shoving you out of the way. But she hadnât been fast enough to catch the small metal spikes heâd also thrown. There was no way you should be âjust fineâ by now.Â
Either Jean was in your head or the confusion was showing clearly on your face. She gave you a tight smile, eyes darting between you and the door. She took a few steps back, clearly intent of making her exit. âJean, wait, thereâs no way-â
She gave you her please stop talking smile. âI think itâs best if this comes from him,â she nodded at Logan, placing her stethoscope and clipboard on the side table. âIâll be back in a bit to do one final check before we clear you.â She gives you another smile that didnât meet her eyes, and then she was gone.Â
You began to sit up slowly, still in shock that there was little to no pain, only stiffness from being immobile for too long. âWhat is she talking about?â Logan huffed, supporting you with a hand on your back. âWhatâs going on?âÂ
One hand made long, slow strokes up and down your spine, while the other had not loosened itâs grip on your own since youâd woken up. His eyebrows were scrunched together, the tell tale sign of his thinking face. You tried your best not to rush him, but everything about the situation was so confusing and your mind was racing. You were far too healed, and he was being far too calm for the anger that was rolling off go him, still.Â
âDidnât expect me to just sit around when you came back one foot in the grave, did ya?âÂ
âIâm sorry if me coming back banged up gave you extra work, I just donât understand why youâre so upset with me.âÂ
His eyes went wide, the hand on your back stilling. âIâm not mad at you, sweetheart.â The tremble in his voice almost had you convinced.Â
âDonât lie to me about it,â you help up your hand, still firmly entwined with his. âI can tell.âÂ
âIâm notmad at you, bub.â He brought the back of your hand to his lips, peppering it with kisses. âIâm mad at the little fuck who did this to you, Iâm mad that they let this happen, and Iâm furious with myself that I wasnât there.âÂ
âHeâs just a kid, Logan.âÂ
His shoulders shook with silent laughter, a stark white dancing at the edge of his emotions now. Shock. âYou almost died, and your first instinct is to defend the little asshole responsible.âÂ
You leaned forward, bumping your shoulder against his chest in warning. âI feel fine.â He nodded, taking a deep breath in through his nose while his hand not currently locked with yours resumed itâs path up and down your back. You let it go on for a few moments, appreciating the silence and the grounding effect of his touch. âDo you⌠wanna fill me in on why exactly that is?âÂ
He sucked in a breath, shoulders visibly tense. âWe were lucky that Hank was stopping by for a visit.â He played with your fingers, distracting himself. You tilted your head to the side, wondering why that information was important at a time like this. âWhen they brought you in, god there was so much blood. Jean managed to take care of a lot of it, but she didnât know when, or uh, if you were going to wake up.â He blew out a breath, steadying himself. âYou know that Hank has been asking for a long time-â
Both of your hands gripped his tightly. âTell me you didnât.âÂ
Hank had been asking for ages to use some of Loganâs blood to synthesize a more advanced healing serum for the X-Men. It was rare they came back with more than bumps and bruises, but he was a worrier and felt that Logan was the key to making something truly effective. The only problem? Logan hated needles. Youâd only gotten bits and pieces from him about why, but you had a hunch that when you were alive for as long as he had been, people were willing to poke and prod for some answers. Heâd never admit it, but you had felt how terrified he was the last time heâd been down hard after a mission, and Jean had tried to give him an IV of fluids to speed up the regeneration. It hadnât ended well, to say the least.Â
âI shouldâve done it sooner. Seeing you like this, knowing I could have done something about it.â He shook his head, clearing his thoughts.Â
Cautiously, you fit yourself against him, arms tight around his neck and your chest flush with his own. You half expected him to reprimand you, to remind you that you should be careful, not to move too much. Instead, he held you tightly, the side of his face pressed against the top of your head. The two of you stayed like that for a good long while, reveling in the comfort of the other.Â
âI know you think that you only did it because,â you paused, steeling yourself. âBecause it was me.â You can feel him trying to pull away, but you mold yourself to him even more tightly, knowing that if he really wanted to he could break away from you like it was nothing. âYouâre wrong. You would have done this for anyone.âÂ
âExcept for-â
âEven for Scott.â You were quick to cut him off, unwilling to hear him being so harsh on himself.
You pulled back, just enough so that you were able to meet his eyes. You needed him to know that you are being earnest. âYou are a good man, Logan. And before you even try to deny it or say Iâm lying I know you can hear my heart beat. And I know you can tell when people are lying. And besides, Iâve never ever lied to you, have I?â He shakes his head slowly, one tear falling, and a few more after that. You reached up, brushing them away. He grabbed your hand, gently placing a kiss on your wrist, and then your palm.Â
âYâscared me, sweetheart.â He murmured, voice muffled by your palm still against his lips. âDonât ever do that again.âÂ
You slide your hand to cup the side of his face, prompting him to meet your gaze. âYou know I canât guarantee that.â His eyes closed for a moment, and you knew he was doing his best not to shout. âI will always be careful, but I canât stay back and leave the work to everyone else. If I can help, Iâm gonna help.âÂ
His eyes narrowed, the tiniest hint of a smirk playing at his lips. âFine. But weâre getting you trained up and you arenât going out there without me again for a good long while.âÂ
You rolled your eyes, the both of you well aware there was no ill will behind it. âIf you insist.âÂ
âI absolutely do.â He pulled you back into his chest, keeping you there until Jean peaked her head in through the door.Â
âIf you two are done being mushy, there are a few people who have been dying to see you.âÂ
Ororo rushed into the room, playfully shoving Logan away to scoop you into her arms. She gently checked you over, ignoring the fact that youâd already had several medical professionals on the case. Scott clasped you on the shoulder, reassuring you that for a first mission, this was a success. You laughed before shooting Logan a look that begged him to let it pass. He huffed, but nodded all the same.Â
âShocked we didn't have to keep him from trying to tear the kid apart, but he refused to leave the lab.â Scott nodded his head at Logan, who was continuing to shuffle closer to the table where you sat.Â
Well, you would be dutifully ignoring the latter half of Scott's quip, instead choosing to focus on the young mutant. âYou mean he's?âÂ
Scott smiled, nodding. âHeâs settling in upstairs.âÂ
You grinned, glad to know that it hadnât all been for nothing. You fixed your gaze on Logan, narrowing your eyes at him. âDonât even think about failing him out of history as some kind of weird revenge, Iâll know and I will find a way to get back at you for it.âÂ
Your friends laughed around you, let you know that Charles has ordered in your favorite take out for dinner and started to filter out of the room. Eventually, you and Logan are left alone again, sitting side by side on the metal table.Â
âYou still owe me an important conversation, ya know.â You bump your shoulder against his. You stay there, pressed against his side with your head leaning on his shoulders. His hand rests on your shoulder, holding you close.Â
âMaybe wait until you arenât in a hospital gown, sweetheart.â You rolled your eyes, clearly aware that he was deflecting, but still content to take in his warmth and quiet support. You were safe, and you were home. Not just at school, but with him.
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Sweet yanderes who are so gentle with their darlings, handling them like theyâre made of glass. They never raise their voice and hold their darling like theyâll break under the slightest pressure, terrified of harming their darling in any way.
Sweet yanderes who can be a bit overwhelming, always doing everything for their darling and making sure their always within eyeshot of them. They just donât want their darling to strain themselves, is that so bad? Their darling wonât have to lift a finger as long as theyâre around!
Sweet yanderes who would never hurt their darling, no matter how much they acted out. Yanderes who rely on rewards rather than punishment, giving their darling more privileges the longer they behave.
Sweet yanderes who want nothing more than to keep their darling safe. Sure, they kidnapped them and took away most of their freedom, but it was for their own good! They canât have their darling being hurt and corrupted by the cruelty of the outside world, it would destroy them!
Sweet yanderes who make their darling as comfortable as possible as a way to make up for their lost freedoms. Theyâll buy all their darlings favorite things, nab all of their comfort items just to keep them happy. They know what theyâve done is upsetting but eventually, if they keep treating their darling well, theyâll see that it was for the best. They have all they need where they are anyways!
Sweet yanderes whose hearts break a little more every time their darling tries to escape or lash out. Why canât they see that this is for the best? Arenât they doing enough to keep their darling happy? Yanderes who work even harder to keep their darlings satisfied, doing anything and everything they ask (except for letting them go).
Sweet yanderes who would and do murder anyone standing in between them and their darling without regret, brutalizing their victim until the bodyâs almost unrecognizable. Yanderes who make sure their darling never finds out about what theyâve done, too afraid of scaring their darling even more than they already are.
Sweet yanderes who remind their darling how much they love them every day, gently kissing them on the forehead while snuggling up to them. Itâll all be ok in the end, they just need to give their darling a little time to adjust, eventually theyâll be living happily ever after, just the two of them.
Forever.
The sweet yanderes: MICAH, Rain, Stella, REN, Leo (kinda), GWEN, Ivy
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When You Randomly Turn Into A Cat- The Love And DeepSpace Men
parings in order: Xavier x Reader, Zayne x Reader, Rafayel x Reader, Sylus x Reader synopsis: a day where you randomly turn into a cat and how they love and deep space men would take care and spend the day with you ! genre: silly and cute a/n: hihi lovelies! sorry this took so long to write i had to channel in all the cat videos i loved and seen and put it into each scenario for each men ! (áľâá´â) i also had to make sure some cat facts were true or not just in case and also because i don't own a cat but i rlly want one (â˘á´â˘,, ) i hope you all enjoy ! ^â˘ďťâ˘^ŕ¸
⥠If any new readers are here you can read where the men turn into cats here; When They Turn Into Cats any likes and reblogs are always appreciated! enjoy!
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Xavier /á Ëľ- á´ -Ëľă áśť đ đ° :
Xavier wasn't particularly shocked that you would turn into a cat but truly surprised him was the timing of it. You both speculated that his transformation one time might be linked to his recent handling of a Protocore and it would eventually spread to you. He just didn't anticipate that this would happen in the middle of a mission. Fortunately, he managed to defeat the remaining Wanderers, scooping you up along with your clothes, and bring you both safely back home.
There were no answers on the internet on what to do when your partner turns into a cat. He doesn't understand how you did so well when you took care of him when he randomly turned into one. He only wishes that he can do the same for you as you did with him.
The first step Xavier does is search for any leftover cat food but finds nothing so he takes you along to the grocery store. He'll gently place you in the baby seat of the shopping cat, determined to find the best options for you. He scrutinizes every brand of cat food and snack, carefully considering what you might like. To ensure you would have everything you could possibly need, he ends up buying far more than necessary, his cart basically overflowing with a mountain of cat supplies.
When you both return home, there is no doubt that Xavier showers you with affection. He lavishes you with cuddles and kisses in between your ears. He finds your feline form to be cute and can't help but pet you, his fingers gently brushing through your soft fur. You enjoy in the soothing touch, arching your back in contentment as he continues his gentle caress. The two of you settle into a cozy spot for nap, as he drifts off to sleep to the comforting rhythm of your adorable purrs and you fall asleep to his gentle caress. You've always been a source of comfort for him and you still are even in this tiny cat form.
Xavier can't help but feel a little jealous when he finds you curled up on the plushies that he won you in the claw machine, instead of you nestled comfortably on his lap or cradled in his arms. It stings a little to see you so content with the plushie and wishes that it was him to provide you with that comfort. Same thing when you knead your plushies with your paws, he can't help but feel envy, wishing that direct attention was towards him instead.
To keep you entertained as a cat, Xavier downloads a few interactive cat games on his phone. He places the phone down, allowing you to paw at the moving images and you pretend as if you were catching them. Another way he can play with you is using playful revenge on your plushies. He watches with amusement as you pounce and swat at the plush toys, your antics providing both of you with entertainment.
Whenever Xavier grabs a snack, he makes sure you feel included in the moment. He helps you to select a treat you want to try by holding it out and shares it with you, making sure you have your own little snack to enjoy alongside with him.
When it was night time and time for bed, even though both of you took several naps the entire day, he prepares for bed. He settles beside you, gently reaching out to stroke your fur with a soothing touch. Carefully, he pulls the blanket up, tucking it around the both of you to create a comfy cocoon. As he holds you clos, he presses tender kisses to the top of your head. "Goodnight honey. No matter what form you're in, you'll always be my partner for life." He whispers, eagerly waiting for the morning to come so you'll be back in your human form.
Zayne /á - Ë -ă :
It was Zayneâs day off and he was in the kitchen, preparing a delicious and nutritious meal for the two of you. Meanwhile, you were in the living room, browsing through DVDs or anything you can find on the TV to watch for your movie marathon. You both chatted back and forth while he worked in the kitchen as you continued to browse in the living room until minutes ticked by and he noticed you were quiet. Out of curiosity, he peeks through the kitchen and sees the living room empty. He calls out for you but he is met with no response. A wave of concern washes over him as he quickly turns off the stove and makes his way to the living room to find a bewildered cat.
He sighs deeply, knowing this all too well. He had experienced this bizarre transformation himself not too long ago. A smile creeps up on his lips as he crouches down, extending a hand to your feline form. âI guess I have to make a different lunch for you now.â He murmurs as you brush against his hand.
Heâll find the cat food that you fed him when he once turned into a cat randomly one day and heâll feed that to you. He knows that the mixed kibble was unappetizing but as he scooped up a portion and placed it in front of you, he gave you a reassuring soft smile. He gently pats your head, his fingers brushing through your fur to offer some reassurance as you hesitantly ate the food. As you eat, he promises that heâll buy you some yummy foods when youâre back to normal.
Since it was his day off, he'll finish up any chores around the house. He gathered all the freshly laundered clothes out of the dryer as you trailed after him. When he sets the basket down in your shared room, you couldn't resist the inviting warmth of the freshly dried clothes and hopped right into the basket. You nestled inside the fluffy pile, your body curling up into it. The warmth and softness was irresistible and not too long you find yourself drifting off into sleep. His gaze would soften when he finally notices you inside of the basket, smiling fondly at the sight. He scoops you up, cradling you carefully before placing you gently on your shared bed.
Once he finished folding the clothes, he returned to you. Your eyes slowly flutters open and to help ease you into waking up, he carefully extends your limbs, stretching your front paws upwards.
Zayne would make sure to play with you so you're not bored the entire day. Sometimes when he has do some other chores, he'll leave the TV on so you can go watch. Or he'll gather a selection of plushies you both had won from the claw machine and toss them around as you pounce and batted at the plushies. If you weren't feeling the plushies anymore, he'll reach for the laser pointer he uses for panel discussions and watches in amusement as you chase it around.
Although it was his day off, he still chooses to do a couple hospital reports. While he's busy typing away on the computer, he lets you curl into his lap as he finishes up his work. Despite his best efforts to stay concentrated, you made it a habit of hopping in front of his computer, inserting yourself in front of him to grab his attention. It seems your stubbornness remains even if you were a cat because this goes on for a couple of minutes. "Behave." He would gently scoop you back into his lap or nudge you aside and you would end up back in front of his computer, blocking his hands from typing on his keyboard. It was impossible to ignore you, melting at the small feline form in front of him. Folding, his hands instinctively find their way to scratch the back of your ears. He would take this as a sign to finally take a break and enjoy his day off with you, even if you were a cat.
As nightfall arrived, you trailed after him into the bathroom where he began his nightly routines. You were perched on the counter, watching him do your skin care routine that you both normally do. He made sure you felt included, using a small brush and gently groomed your fur.
He scoops you up after he finishes his routine and carried you to the bedroom. He places a gentle kiss between your ears, right on the top of your head. He placed you gently onto the bed, arranging the covers and settles beside you. "Even though you're adorable as a cat," he murmurs softly, "I miss you. Come back soon, my love." He whispers, eagerly waiting for morning to come when you return back to your human form.
Rafayel ŕ¸
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A wave of emotions washed over him. Fear. Panic. Uneasiness. His lover has turned into something he had feared the most. A wanderer? No. Worse. A cat. What gods has he upset for this too happen? Why must he go through so much feline presence in his life? For him to be one and now you?
Rafayel would snap out of his daze as you began to nuzzle against his legs. Slowly, he'd start to come to terms with the idea of having you as a cat for a day might not be as daunting as he initially feared. Nuzzling against his legs gave him a reassuring contact of your soft fur and helped him realize that you wouldn't do anything to harm him. You were still his caring and beloved partner and he will continue to love you even if you were a cat. It wouldn't be so bad or so he thought.
In this cat form it seems you have the zoomies. He expected you to be a laid back cat but instead, you had turned his entire day into a constant adventure. Not only are you darting around the house with enthusiasm but you're also sneaking into every nook and cranny. You've slipped in behind shelves, climbing into fragile small statues around his studio, and even perching on the edges of delicates vases.
Rafayel would constantly be on the move, trying to keep up with your mischief. One time you had darted into the kitchen cabinets, where all his expensive glassware was located. You refused to come down despite his pleas and he wonders if you were just being stubborn or if you were just having too much fun teasing him. When he manages to catch you, he wraps you into a blanket, like a burrito to keep you still. He smirks as you meow in protest and he returns to his painting, chatting with you softly as he works.
When you're finally out of your zoomies, he'll let you go from the blanket but he'll only regret that later. You approach him, holding out a fish plushie and he thought you were hungry but truly you just wanted to play. "Hey fish aren't food!" He huffs, a pout forming on his lips as he gently removes the plushie from your mouth and crosses his arms in mock disapproval. "I want my cutie back....this cat is slowly turning her into a monster....."
He'll take this as a sign to go find you some food. Food that isn't fish related. He'll make sure to find something that's good and the best rated cat food for you.
Whenever there a fly or bug that made its way into his studio, Rafayel would make you help to catching it. In your human form, you'd be squeamish about dealing with insects and would leave the tasks to him. But now since you're a cat, you're fascinated by the challenge of catching it. He would gently lift you into the air, holding you up so high so you could get a better shot at the tiny intruders. He'll give you a mix of encouragement and amusements as you grab the bugs with your paws.
You are Rafayel's muse and he's determined to keep you in that role. He'll position you on a stool where you stand tall, ready to be the subject of his art. You meow in protest, growing fatigued but he urges you to stay still just for a little longer. The finished sketches of you s a cat turned out to be truly adorable once you see them later. You don't know how he's so uneasy around cats.
As nightfall came around, he settles beside you in bed. Typically you would be curled up together, foreheads against each other but tonight is different with your smaller, feline form. He stays close, tenderly brushing your fur as if it were your hair. His eyes were growing heavy with sleep and he whisper softly, "No matter if you're a cat, a goose, or anything else, my heart's deepest wish is to be with you in every form in every life time. Sleep well my beloved. I shall see you again in the morning."
Sylus â˝^-Ë-^âź :
Sylus would be informed by Mephisto that you turned into a cat. He was initially be taken aback but quickly settled into a knowing smile, knowing this experience of a similar transformation himself. He would immediately find you and when he does, he tries his best not to snicker from how amusing this was but it came out anyway. It seems you have taken the nickname Kitten, a little to seriously. You would protest in meows and his snicker would turn into a louder laugh and your cat ears turn into airplane mode.
He reaches for his phone and scoops you up to settle you into his lap. He adjusts the screen so it was perfectly angled for you to also see as his other free hand gently stroked your fur. He scrolled through various stores, adding items to his cart with things you might enjoy or need in this temporary form. He'll know you were interested in it when you paw at the screen, lowly chuckling in amusement as you do so. Not wanting to leave your side, he orders Luke and Kieran to pick up what he ordered.
You didnât think it would be even possible for this man to be more affectionate with you even if you were a cat. He would pepper your head and nose with lots of kisses and he would find it even more amusing when you would place your paw on his mouth to stop. He doesnât listen and continues to do so anyway, finding this cat form of you to be adorable. He also loves to brush his fingertips against your paw/ toe beans. Heâs careful to not apply too much pressure on them so he doesnât hurt you.
Mephisto may not be your biggest fan ever in your human form, but he's definitely not warming up to you as a cat either. In this cat form of yours, you have an enhanced agility that helps you jump and try to catch him on his perch. Your attempts to chase him around the house seem to get intense that Sylus had to step in and separate you two so you both can behave.
In this cat form, it seems as your cat senses heightened, driving you to explore the house in new ways you havenât before. You find yourself climbing onto high shelves and underestimating just how high up you were up. Sylus noticing your predicament, he would sigh and grab a basket to help you climb down. However, your fear of falling to your demise, you meow in protest as you tremble at the idea.
You tried to place a paw into the basket, in hopes to provide a safe descent but looking down and how light the basket was, made you freeze in place. You backed away and retreated further into the shelf. âItâs okay. I got you,â He would reassure you, his voice calm and soothing. Despite his efforts of holding the basket out for you to jump into, you continued to meow in protest, clearing preferring the direct approach of being lifted down by his hands instead. He finally caught on when you ignored his third attempt with the basket and instead reached out with his hands as you crawled towards his forearms. Once you are finally safe in his arms, he strokes your fur with tender care. He lets out a soft sigh, âYou really donât want to make it easy for me donât you kitten?â He murmurs, "meow."
When it was dinner time, you'd perch on the kitchen counter beside Sylus, watching with curious eyes as he hummed contentedly while preparing his meal before preparing your cat meal. He carefully selects the best rated cat food, ensuring it was packed with essential nutrients and vitamins. After serving you with the cat food, he would spoil you with a few tasty cat treats, hoping they would be a little more enjoyable for you than the cat food. His attention to your needs will always be attentive even if you were a cat.
After you both settled into bed, Sylus lies on his back, inviting you to curl up on his chest. As your eyes fluttered close, a content purr rumbles through your body and he can feel the gentle vibrations against him. He strokes your fur tenderly, his own eyes heavy with sleep. He murmurs as he wishes you a goodnight, "Goodnight princess. I hope to see you in my dreams and see you back in my arm again when I wake up."
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Bamf Babies
RQ: 'I saw that you opened your requests and could I request a dabble of the daily life of Kurt and his partner who treats his bamfs as if they're are their babies? Like she cooks for them, makes them little clothes, tucks them in, gives them names (with Kurt's approval, of course), and all that?' - @mari-thesimp
Warnings: GN reader, though the term 'mother' is used just once just as a way to describe your role. Unedited.
A/N: Umm yes??? Ugh, this was a fun little drabble. The bamfs, come on, cute little guys. I wish I had one. I'd kill for one.
The bamfs were...a lot...when you first met them. They were like little gremlins who were constantly at full energy, scampering around and getting into things they weren't supposed to. The only time they weren't running around so much was when they finally sat to eat. Kurt noticed that they were fond of you right away, and while he has to leave for missions, he decides to leave them with you, or at least a few at a time before it gradually turned into all of them.
You became their unofficial mother. But like hell you'd deny that.
The bamfs slept with you, all curled up beside you like a litter of kittens. Their soft, velvety skin felt so warm against you, like gentle peach fuzz. Sometimes they fought to sleep the closest to you, some would cry and you'd have to reassure them.
Bamfs can be quite jealous, so you have to make sure to show equal amounts of affection and love, otherwise it can cause an unruly bamf which is never fun. As you learned how they worked, you got better at managing them all.
Each morning, you wake up and made them breakfast. Kurt is normally exhausted, so you let him sleep in. The bamfs scramble out of bed with you, eager and happy. their little chirps and chitters fill the kitchen as they gather by your feet. Some climb on the counter, trying their best to help you cook. Pancakes were their favorite, but they weren't so good at making them. They tried, but they often made a big mess with the batter. Then they fought...and an even bigger mess happens.
So you handle the mixing. You learned.
They still liked to try to help, so you let them put chocolate chips or blueberries in them if they wanted. Each pancake you poured, you held up a bamf and they sprinkled in their add-on. Each one was served and given syrup, and now you had a handful of happy, quiet bamfs. Still and busy eating their food. Their big cheeks full of sweet pancakes as they ate happily.
"Guten Morgen..." Kurt says groggily, making his presence known. He's got major bedhead, trudging over to you and rubbing his eye sleepily. You return the greeting, smiling at him as he hugs you from behind. "Any for me...?" he asks tiredly, his face nuzzles your neck.
"Of course," you chuckle lightly. The bamfs had to get their sweet tooth from somewhere, and Kurt's sweet tooth was crazy.
You make Kurt his breakfast, and pass out cut up bananas and fruits for the bamfs. Some pout, and you chuckle. "Now, you have to have something healthy too, little ones. Besides, bananas and berries are yummy." You spoke gently to them, scratching their heads as you distributed the food. They all reluctantly ate the fruit, wanting to make you happy.
After breakfast, it's bath time. You bath the bamfs twice a day, they get...dirty, very easy. Luckily all of them can fit in the bathtub, so it's not that difficult. You scrub them and wash their hair, seeing them happily splash and play in the water. Some hate the water, they are like cats, trying to get away from the tiniest of drops, but you manage. There are one or two where Kurt has to help hold them in so you can wash them. The poor bamfs cry and try their hardest to get out, but only when they're clean. You give them lots of kisses when they're done, so they feel better. The little dears eventually stop crying, but they pout and are grumpy.
You like to play with them, you go outside and play on the playgrounds with them, the bamfs love slides. They're also little spiders, crawling on every single thing they can.
"Careful!" you called, one bamf climbed on the very top of the castle and chirped victoriously. The bamf seemed so proud of itself, but like that instinct you had, the bamf slipped and slid off the castle top and down to the wooden pellets that covered the playground. It landed on its back and its little body rolled over, the force of the landing turned it onto its belly.
A soft hic and it started to cry. You rushed over, Kurt noticed and teleported beside the little bamf as it cried. Its tearful cheeks damp as it reached up to you. "Awe it's okay...I'm here baby..." you cooed, holding the darling bamf close. It was a little dirty, but otherwise okay. Nothing broken, "You're gonna have one hell of a knot on your head later, sweetheart."
The bamf cried and buried itself into you, the others were concerned and slowed their play as you comforted the hurt bamf. "He's okay, liebe...just a little hurt." Kurt reassured, but the bamf didn't want to be put down and you didn't want to let it go yet.
"I know, I know...just let me comfort him..." you whispered to Kurt, whom backed off and let you do your thing. "Shh, sh...it's alright, you slipped, that's all. You're okay, little one..." you reassured the bamf and gave it a little kiss on the head, your hand gently soothing the sore spot.
Playtime didn't last much longer, you all went inside to clean up once again, and it was dinner time. You cooked and hummed, the bamf who hurt itself didn't leave your side, crying and wanting to be held constantly. You of course held it, the poor thing kept itself buried against you. The darling had a wrap around its head where it fell and you held an ice pack to the spot when you weren't stirring dinner at the stove.
Kurt occupied the rest, they couldn't use sharp utensils, but they helped season things. When dinner was served, it was a typical mealtime, they ate happily with little complaint unless it came to brussel sprouts and broccoli. You cleaned up, and came to the den to relax for the evening and enjoy their company...and Kurt's of course.
The bamfs colored at the table, most of their drawings were messy and childlike. The injured bamf stayed close to you, laying in your lap with the ice on its head. The pitiful bamf was extremely attached to you, and would sometimes make cries to get your attention when it wanted more.
Kurt stayed close to you, sighing down at the little bamf. "He's really attached to you, schatz...all of them are. They might love you more than me," he chuckled lightly, kissing your temple. The comment and kiss made you smile lightly, your heart beating a little quicker.
"Ah well...I just try to care for them the best I can." Your thumb was gently rubbing the bamf's cheek, the little one had fallen asleep in your lap. "I think it's bedtime, the others are quite sleepy too."
The rest were slow and sluggish now, yawning and rubbing their eyes. Kurt agreed, leading them all up to your bedroom. "Alright little ones...let's get you in your jammies." you hummed, holding up little onsies you made for them. Putting clothes on them for the first time was hard, but over the months, they learned to adjust. It was like putting clothes on a cat, they acted funny at first but as you learned the sizes and where the clothes were pinching, you figured out how to make the clothes as comfortable as possible.
They all slept in bed with you, but they had their own little corner where there was a big nest they slept in too. However, you couldn't deny them if they wanted to sleep beside you, especially the hurt one. So after you changed and got ready for bed, you slipped in and they all piled in after you. The injured snuggling close, then the rest came around and settled.
Kurt was behind you, his tail wrapping around your leg. "Comfy?" he asks you softly, and you nod in return. You were exhausted. The day was long and you were ready for bed. You had a little family here, and you couldn't be happier with your life. Kurt and the bamfs were your everything, and you were theirs.
Thanks for reading.
*BAMF*
Dividers by @/adornedwithlight
Cover images from Nightcrawler #5 (2014)
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the latest hotch x sunshine reader fic?
u think u ate with that?
no.
U DEVOUREDDDDDD. GRRRRRRRRRRR
part 2 now mama i love u so much
bestieee thank you omg!!!! <3 i hope you like part 2!!
part 1
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Spencer took a deep breath staring at his desk. On any other day it would be due to the amount of paperwork waiting for him, but this time it was a cup of his favorite coffee order, a muffin, and a chocolate croissant, all sitting right on top of the report he was working on.
He wasnât ungrateful for the treats, but he would rather enjoy them if they werenât accompanied by three pairs of wide eyes looking at him, while searching for answers in return.
Emily threw her head back dramatically. âCome on, give us something.â
âTheyâre on a date right now, arenât they? Thatâs why he left early. I know you know,â Penelope said. âI know you do. Rossi knows too, but he wonât say anything.â
âYeah,â JJ agreed, âEvery time we ask he says nothing and justâŚsmirks at us.â
âPlease, youâre our last hope.â
Spencer took a bite of his muffin and smirked.
âYouâre even worse than him,â Emily said and pointed at him.
âCome on, girls. Letâs go hack Hotchâs phone.â
âNo, wait!â
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Was it silly to start planning your wedding on a first date?
Maybe it was; you didnât care. Because there was no way Aaron was not your future husband.
He did everything perfectly: he picked you up from your house, got you flowers, did not let you touch a door handle, paid for your dinner date, and let you play your music during the car ride.
Aaron also smiled a lot and the sight of it made you melt into your seat. It wasnât often that a man gave you butterflies by just one look or with the sound of his laughter.
âWhat are you in the mood for now?â
The last thing you wanted was for the date to end, so instead of suggesting you walk back to his car you made a different offer.
âLetâs get ice cream!â
He chuckled, but you could already tell he would not say no to you. âOkay.â
You were walking side by side and even though you were already falling in love with his warm voice it was hard to pay attention to his words. Your mind was too occupied thinking about his arm swinging next to yours and how bad you wanted to hold hands with him.
Did he want it too? Would he think itâs childish to hold hands?
What if you justâŚdid it?
Lifeâs too short, you thought and grabbed his hand.
Yes, you had not been paying attention to what he'd been saying but you did notice how he stopped mid-sentence when your hands touched. Was he mad?
Your heart was jumping against your chest, afraid you did something stupid. Aaron was quick to ease your anxiety, intertwining your fingers and squeezing gently your hand.
He wanted this too.
He cleared his throat. âSo itâs umâŚa good chance toâŚâ
With the side of your eye, you caught him turning his head to stare at you. You hadnât wiped the grin off your face from the sudden hand holding yet, and he saw it.
His dimples made an appearance, and as your grin got bigger you noticed he blushed.
âOh, shut up.â
âI didnât say anything!â you giggled.
The sound of Aaronâs phone ringing interrupted your moment.
âSorry, I have to get this,â he said.
You, of course, didnât mind. Even though he hadnât said so himself, you knew he had left right on time â early in Hotchâs terms - from work just for your date. Perks of being best friends with your dateâs subordinate was getting to have this kind of inside information.
âHotchner,â he said sternly.
You stayed quiet.
âWhat? I didnât authorize this.â
Oh.
âNo. And I trust this wonât happen again.â
OhâŚMaybe you liked this side of him a little bit more than you should.
âThanks,â he said, and hung up. âIâm sorry about that.â
Iâm not.
âNo, itâs okay! Itâs fascinating observing you being a boss.â
âYou like observing people?â
âWhy, are you interested in hiring me?â you teased.
âOh, I would never.â
âWhy not?â you asked, acting offended.
âI would not be able to focus on a case with you around.â
You took advantage of the fact you were on a sidewalk and stopped walking, turning your body to face him. âAnd why is that?â
Aaron moved closer and dropped your hand only to cup the side of your head. His thumb moved back and forth on your cheek and his eyes on yours made you feel dizzy.
âBecause you take my breath away.â
And with his next move he took yours. Maybe youâd actually faint if he didnât pull you in and place his lips on yours.
Your hands moved to his tie with the intention of pulling him even closer to your body. His kiss was heavenly and you really wouldnât mind if you were to stay like that forever.
YeahâŚthere was no way Aaron Hotchner was not your future husband.
#writing hotch fluff to deal with life!!#aaron hotchner x reader#hotch x reader#aaron hotchner#hotch#ask#hotch đŞ
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The Softest Launch (LN4)
Summary: He tried to be secret, but the eyes never lie.
Warnings: NOTHINGGGG language tho
Note: it was lanceâs launch that sent me into this spiral
landonorris it was a good race â¤ď¸
Comments:
mclarenfan22 YO WHO TF IS HE LOOKIN AT
- oscarandlando4ever carlos?
- mclarenfan22 idk abt that one girl
Lando-my-love i refuse to believe he has a girlfriend
- ln4andop81 the red heart is saying something else
oscarpiastri congrats on the podium man!
- mclarennnn what do you know.
- mclarensgirl oscar. spill it.
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landonorris fun day on the karting track! đď¸
Comments:
ln4andop81 MAX IS IN ITALY WITH HIS GIRLFRIEND AND OSCAR IS OFF DOING PR IN LONDON WHO TF IS THIS.
- oscarandlando4ever we cant even fall back on carlos bc he is with charles at ferrari hq in italy as well
- Lando-my-love guys⌠i fear this is a soft launch
- mclarenfan22 DONT SAY THAT.
oscarpiastri tell her i said hi!
- mclarensgirlll HER????? PASTRY TELL US WHATS GOING ON
- landonorris will do!!
- mclarennn if this is his soft launch, i. will. cry.
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lando.jpg sheâs learning đ
Comments:
mclarennn WHO?????
ln4andop81 I CANT TAKE THIS ANYMORE
danielricciardo i still canât believe you let her handle your camera
- landonorris ive given her other things that are delicate too
- danielricciardo shes made you a ball of mush
- landonorris a ball of love
- mclarensgirlll i have never been speechless before until rn
- mclarenfan22 GIVEN HER OTHER THINGS THAT ARE DELICATE TOO???? AS IN HIS HEART???? IM SLEEPING ON THE HIGHWAY ALREADY AND HE HASNT EVEN OFFICIALLY ANNOUNCED IT YET đđđ
oscarandlando4ever hes soft launching her so well and so gently i cant im crying you can tell this one is different i think hes in love guys
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maxverstappen đ¸ creds -> landoâs âfriendâ
Comments:
landonorris i said say friend not âfriendâ âźď¸
- mclarensgirlll BYE MAX IS TRYING TO HELP US OUT
- maxverstappen i think the soft launch is over mate
- ln4andop81 PLZ LET IT BE OMFG MY BRAIN CANT HANDLE IT ANYMORE
kellypicquet and lando said she was bad at taking pics đ
- ynnnn idek where he got that from i literally have taken his insta pics for years
- Lando-my-love WHO IS ynnnn IS THAT HER???
- mclarenfan22 her account is priv but I THINK IT IS ALSO YEARS???? SHES BEEN TAKING HIS PICS FOR YEARS????
- oscarandlando4ever BRUH IF WE MISSED THIS RELATIONSHIP THIS WHOLE TIME IM THROWING MYSELF IN A WALL
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landonorris Iâm going to try and keep this as brief as possible because Y/n is incredibly special to me and I would like to keep the best parts of her to myself, but, yes, I do have a girlfriend. As you can probably gather, her name is Y/n and sheâs been my lifeline for the past 5 years. I know this picture doesnât really do justice to how she looks or how we are as a couple, but Iâve found that I would like to keep it that way. Sheâs someone I hold very close to my heart and keeping the quiet, intimate moments just for us is a high priority for me. All I ask from all of you is that you treat her with the kindness she deserves and donât bombard her on social media. Iâve kept her away from the spotlight for a long time and have only made her presence known because keeping her a secret seemed worse than letting the F1 world into that part of my life. Iâm glad youâve gotten to meet my love. I plan on spending the rest of my life with her. Xx
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mclarensgirlll YALL SEEN THE INTERVIEW WITH LANDO????????? BRO IM CRYING HES SO CUTE
- ln4andop81 reporter: âwere you nervous to let everyone know about her?â Lando: âwell, the drivers, my friends, and family all knew i had met someone because apparently, according to them, i had a different look in my eyes. So, announcing it to them wasnt that nerve racking because they already knew, but, to the public, yeah, I was nervous. More nervous than she was.â Reporter: âso she was nervous?â Lando: âonly because she thought no one was going to like her which is and was absurd. Sheâs the greatest human being Iâve ever met. Thereâs genuinely no scenario I could think of that someone would end up even slightly disliking her.â BRO.
- Lando-my-love AND THE WAY HE TALKED ABT FIRST SEEING HER đŤđŤ âit was like my eyes were glued to her. I guess i was just so in shock someone could be that beautiful and, sometimes, i still am.â
- mclarenfan22 DONT GET ME STARTED ON HIS PROTECTION OF HER BYE âwell, sheâs just so perfect to me. The world I live in can be ruthless and unfair and messy, all the things she isnât. I love her that way. I love her for that. Sheâs my quiet place I can go to when my job and lifestyle get to be too much. Sheâs like a time out and we both agreed we want to keep it that way.â
- oscarandlando4ever PLZ THE WAY OSCAR EXPOSED HIM TOO âwhen sheâs around, Lando is so much more tolerable. She can calm him in a way I have never seen before. In fact, the engineers and I all agreed around a year ago that she needed to start coming to races because he was always a hot head if it didnât go well. When we found a way to sneak her in and she did start attending events, he actually started to breathe if things didnât go his way.â
- mclarensgirlll AND THEN THE WAY LANDO ENDED THE INTERVIEW WITH âBut anyways, i could talk about her for hours, something i told myself i wouldnât do. Iâm in love with her and I just hope people understand we want to be left alone for a while. Just until we get married.â CRYING BC I THINK HES RLLY OFF THE MARKET THIS TIME
- oscarpiastri i know all of you want me to âspillâ but really all i can tell you is that, yes, norizz officially rizzed his perfect girl and, yes, he is really off the market this time.
#f1 imagine#f1 fanfic#f1 fic#f1 x reader#lando norris imagine#lando norris x reader#mclaren#lando norris fanfic#lando norris fluff#lando norris imagines#lando norris#lando norris x you#lando norris smut#lando norris fanfiction#lando norris edit#oscar piastri x reader#oscar piastri smut#oscar piastri fluff#oscar piastri fanfic#oscar piastri fanfiction#oscar piastri imagines#oscar piastri#oscar piastri imagine#daniel ricciardo#max verstappen#kelly piquet#max fewtrell
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FIVE AND ONE DIFFERENT WAYS TO SAY I LOVE YOU : GOJO SATORU, GETO SUGURU
your boyfriends are perfect in every sense, flawless in the ways that matter. they possess every one of the five love languages and master each one effortlessly. whether itâs the tender touch of reassurance, words that lift you higher, gifts that show how much they care, acts of service that make your life smoother, or simply being there when you need them, they never fail to make you feel cherished.
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have you ever thought that your boyfriends were anything less than perfect? never. the idea doesnât even cross your mind. they are perfect in every sense, flawless in the ways that matter. they possess every one of the five love languages and master each one effortlessly. whether itâs the tender touch of reassurance, words that lift you higher, gifts that show how much they care, acts of service that make your life smoother, or simply being there when you need them, they never fail to make you feel cherished.
they know how to make you feel understood, valued, and adored, always reminding you that you deserve nothing less than the very best. thereâs never a moment of doubt with themâtheyâre the definition of love that keeps you whole.
THE ACT OF SERVICES
being their girlfriend means you never lift a fingerânever. you never hold anything except their hands, and you never do anything they could do for you. they wonât let you. every little task, every minor thing is always handled by them before you even get the chance.
like right now, the three of you are out on a date, walking side by side in the mall. gojoâs carrying your bag in one hand, while his other hand is wrapped around yours, holding it securely. on your other side, getoâs carrying your boba, his thumb softly grazing the back of your hand as he holds it gently in his. itâs like they have this unspoken rule between themânever let you carry a thing, except their hands.
later, youâre sitting together, about to eat dinner. after some back and forth, you all decided on bbqâ more likely you decided and they follow along. the grill is set, and youâre all sitting in a cozy circle, about to dig in. as the aroma of the sizzling meat fills the air, you decide you want to help and reach out for the tongs.
but before you can even touch them, gojoâs hand is there, stopping you. he gives you that familiar grin, teasing but firm. ânope,â he says, leaning in a little closer, âwhat do you think you are doing?â
geto, with that gentle smile of his, adds, âyou're cute to think we let you do anything when we are here,â his voice, laced with a hint of amusement, is a mix of soothing and commanding, reminding you that your place is to be pampered, pampered, pampered.
gojo, not one to be outdone, chimes in, âand you're even cuter to think we'd let you burn your pretty little hands,â he says it with a smirk, as if scolding you, like you're a small child attempting to touch a hot stove. he's enjoying this, the power of being in control, the thrill of taking care of you. âsit back and relax, princess,â he tells you, patting your head endearingly.
âfine,â you pout, but deep down you know there's no winning against them. itâs their thingâtaking care of you, making sure you donât lift a finger. so you let them, reluctantly sinking back into your seat, your hand still laced with gojoâs as he pats your head again, this time with a little more affection.
instead of arguing, you reach for the complimentary ice cream the restaurant brought over. as geto tends to the grill and gojo watches with a satisfied grin, you take a bite of the cold, sweet treat, savoring the way it melts on your tongue. you still pout, though, glancing over at them from time to time with an exaggerated sulk. but they know you too wellâthe pout is more for show than anything.
gojo and geto exchange knowing looks, amused by your exaggerated sulk, fully aware that it is a performance. gojo can't help but chuckle lightly, his hand on your head moving to gently ruffle your hair.
geto turns to you with a smile, his eyes twinkling with satisfaction at the sight of your feigned annoyance. âarenât you just the cutest when you pout like that?â he teases, his voice dripping with playful affection.
the corners of your lips twitch, and before you know it, a small laugh escapes. your sulky act crumbles as you look between the two of them, their smug expressions making it impossible to keep up the facade. âoh, stop,â you mutter, though youâre laughing now, shaking your head a little at how well theyâve played you.
at the same time, gojo places a perfectly grilled piece of meat on your plate, having just checked to make sure itâs cooked through. âthere you go, princess,â he says with a grin, clearly pleased with himself.
geto grins, watching the transformation of your expression with a sense of accomplishment. âadmit it,â he teases, his tone playful, âyou love it when we take care of you.â
gojo, his hand still on your head, pats it lightly. âof course she does,â he chimes in, his voice cocky, âwho wouldnât enjoy being pampered like a princess?â he puts down more meat on your plate, his gaze flickering between the food and your face, making sure you have everything you need.
the three of you are eating and talking happily, the atmosphere light and filled with warmth. geto and gojo handle the grilling, each of them focused on making sure the food is cooked just right while you sit still, not having to lift a fingerâjust looking pretty as always. they wouldnât have it any other way. itâs their thing, after all, making sure youâre completely taken care of.
as you pick at the food in front of you, your attention shifts to one of the dishes that looks tempting, but before you can even think of reaching for it, geto stops you. âbaby, donât eat this, okay? itâs too spicy for you,â he says softly, gently pushing the dish aside so you donât accidentally take a bite.
he gives you that soft smile, the one that shows how much heâs paying attention, making sure everything is perfect for you. âdonât want you burning your tongue,â he adds with a wink.
you glance up at him, a little surprised but not really. they always know your limits, sometimes even better than you do. with a small nod, you give in, leaning back and letting them continue taking care of everything, a soft smile playing on your lips. âalright,â you say, feeling more spoiled than ever as you biting the edge of your chopsticks and trying to hide your smile and your shyness. it's never getting easier, never, when they spoil you rotten and look and talk to you with their soft voice and soft smile.
gojo leans back, his eyes drifting over the table, taking in the sight of the food, the chopsticks, your hands, the expression on your face. he loves to see you like this, sitting back while he and geto do everything for you.
he reaches over, gently tapping your cheek with a chopstick. âhey,â he grins, âstop biting your chopsticks. youâre gonna ruin your pretty little teeth.â he teases you affectionately, his eyes sparkling with humor.
geto turns to you as well, noticing how youâre trying to hide your shyness behind your bite on the chopsticks. he chuckles softly, but his smile is warm, and he canât help but adore this side of you.
âcute little thing,â he murmurs, his voice carrying a warm, protective tone. âweâre just trying to look after you, princess.â he reaches over and runs his knuckles lightly over your cheek in a tender gesture, his touch both soothing and possessive.
PHYSICAL TOUCH
when you say your boyfriends are clingy, itâs not an exaggeration. they are very clingy. they always find an excuse to hold you, touch you, kiss youâanything for them to feel your skin on theirs. it's like they're constantly hungry for your touch, never getting enough. their hands always seem to find you, whether it's casual or affectionate, always searching for that connection.
like right now, the three of you are watching a movie together. youâre laying between them, your focus on the screen, enjoying the moment. but then, you start to feel itâsmall, subtle movements. their hands, slowly but surely, inching closer to you. theyâre moving so cautiously, as if theyâre trying not to let you notice.
gojoâs hand grazes your arm, his touch feather-light, tracing gentle lines up and down. on your other side, getoâs hand rests on your thigh, his thumb making soft, lazy circles against your skin. both of them are acting like theyâre trying to be sneaky, but the warmth of their touch is unmistakable. itâs always like this with them, finding reasons to be closer, even when youâre already together.
they donât say a word, their attention seemingly still on the movie, but you know better. you can feel their need to be close, their desire to be connected with you in every possible way. and honestly, you donât mind. their constant touch is something youâve come to love, even if you pretend not to notice. itâs just the way they areâalways hungry for your presence.
âstop it,â you suddenly said without taking your eyes off the screen.
at your words, both gojo and geto freeze, their movements halted. they hadnât expected you to notice their subtle and stealthy advances, and now theyâre caught red handed.
gojo is the first to recover, a smirk appearing on his face. âstop what?â he asks innocently, his hand still resting on your arm, his touch light and warm.
geto gives a soft huff, his fingers still tracing patterns on your thigh. heâd been so close to wrapping his arm around you when you spoke, and now heâs pouting a little.
âwe were just enjoying the movie,â gojo says playfully, his smirk widening. heâs not done yet, not by a long shot. he moves his hand a little, his fingers dancing over your skin, leaving a trail of ticklish sensations.
geto, not one to be outdone, chimes in as well. his voice is a bit pouty, but thereâs a hint of playfulness in his tone. âyeah, princess. weâre just sitting here, being well-behaved.â his fingers continue their slow, teasing circles on your thigh.
you roll your eyes, giving them both a nod and a scoff. âyeah, right,â you reply with a smile tugging at your lips. you know what theyâre up to, and they know you know. but you donât stop them. in fact, you just relax further into their touch, letting them continue with their little game, feeling a sense of warmth and comfort in their playful affection.
gojo grins, knowing full well that heâs been caught out. he takes your acceptance as permission to push his limits further.
âwhat can we say,â he hums, âwe just canât keep our hands to ourselves when youâre around.â
geto nods in agreement, his eyes gleaming with mischief. âyep, weâre just helpless.â he glances over at you, his expression softer than gojo's, but his touch on your thigh is still teasing, still making those soft, circular motions.
you canât help but smile at their antics, letting them do whatever they want. itâs a familiar dance by now, one youâve grown used to and secretly love. just as youâre reveling in the warmth of the moment, gojo sees your reaction and decides to get even bolder. he shifts, laying his head on your chest and hugging you tightly.
âi wanna hold you,â he murmurs, his voice muffled against you, and the way he snuggles closer and tangled your legs with his makes your heart flutter. itâs an endearing sight, one that makes it impossible for you to resist. you wrap your arms around him instinctively, feeling the warmth of his body against yours and the way he relaxes even more in your embrace.
geto watches the scene unfold with an amused smile on his face. seeing gojo snuggling up to you like that makes him want to do the same, so he quickly follows suit.
without missing a beat, he scoots closer to you, his body pressed against your other side. he drapes his arm around your waist, his hand resting on your hip, as he nestles his head against your shoulder, mimicking gojo's position.
you let out a soft sigh, a mixture of exasperation and affection, as you wrap your arm around geto as well, pulling him in closer. âi swear you two canât even go a minute without touching me,â you tease, shaking your head with a smile. your heart swells at the sight of both of them nestled against you, and despite your playful complaint, you wouldnât have it any other way.
gojo snuggles closer, nuzzling his face against your chest as he responds. âyouâre just too damn comfortable,â he mumbles, his voice muffled against your shirt. âand you smell really nice.â
geto chuckles at gojoâs response, his hand slipping under your shirt and rubbing small, soothing circles on the skin of your hip. âheâs right,â he says in agreement, âyouâre like a walking pillow.â
you hum softly at their responses, a warm smile spreading across your face. feeling playful, you start to run your hands along their backs, enjoying the feeling of their warmth against you.
leaning down, you place gentle kisses on their heads, letting them know just how much you cherish these moments. the affection and closeness make you feel at home, surrounded by the people you love the most.
both gojo and geto melt into your touch, their bodies relaxing even further against you as you caress their backs and bestow kisses on their heads. for all of their teasing and playfulness, they're also completely helpless when it comes to your tenderness.
gojo lets out a low, contented sigh, his breath warm against your chest. âyouâre gonna spoil us,â he murmurs, his voice laced with a hint of pleading.
geto chimes in as well, his head nuzzling against your shoulder. âmore please,â he requests, his voice just a soft whisper.
WORDS OF AFFIRMATION
your boyfriends always know what to say, always know how to talk, always know exactly what you want to hear. they have an uncanny ability to calm you down with their words, wrapping you in a cocoon of comfort whenever life gets overwhelming. itâs one of the things you love most about themâthe way they can read you like an open book, sensing when you need support and stepping in without hesitation.
just like right now, you find yourself sitting in geto's lap, nestled against him while he sits beside gojo on the couch. the world outside feels chaotic and unforgiving, and today has been one of those days when everything seems to go wrong. it started with small inconveniencesâa spilled drink, forget things, and escalated into feelings of frustration and sadness that seemed to pile on top of you like a heavy blanket.
as the tears spill down your cheeks, you canât help but cry on geto's lap, your emotions spilling out uncontrollably. he wraps his arms around you tightly, pulling you close as if trying to shield you from the weight of the world. his touch is warm and grounding, a stark contrast to the storm of feelings inside you. âitâs okay, princess,â he murmurs softly, his voice smooth and reassuring. âyou are doing a good job, we are so proud of you.â
gojo, sitting beside geto on the couch, his expression soft and understanding, watches the scene unfold. he can see the tears streaming down your face, the overwhelming sadness and frustration evident in your every expression. he wants nothing more than to hold you, to soothe the pain and make everything better.
he reaches over, gently rubbing your back, his touch light but supportive. âheâs right,â he says, his voice filled with love and reassurance. âyouâre amazing, and weâre here for you through it all. always. youâre not alone, sweetheart.â
geto watches you closely, his heart aching at the sight of your tears. he understands the weight of what youâre going through, and he feels compelled to add his voice to gojoâs comforting words. Leaning in a little closer, he brushes a strand of hair away from your face, his touch gentle and tender.
âit must be really hard for you to go through your day and try to hold all of those emotions inside,â he says softly, his voice steady and filled with empathy. âbut youâre so strong for getting through it, even when everything feels overwhelming. weâre really proud of you, you know?â
he pauses for a moment, letting his words sink in, watching as you take a shaky breath. âand itâs okay to feel this way,â he continues. âtomorrow is a new day. you can try again, and weâll be right here with you, cheering you on. i promise youâre going to have a better day.â
geto's gaze is sincere, his unwavering support washing over you like a comforting wave. his words wrap around you, mixing with gojo's gentle reassurances, creating a safe space for your feelings.
gojo keeps rubbing your back, his hand moving in small, soothing circles. his eyes meet geto's, and they share a unspoken understanding. they both love you so much, and it breaks their hearts to see you crying like this.
he gives a small, soft smile, his gaze flickering between you and geto. âyeah,â he echoes softly, âyouâve been doing so well, princess. we know it hasnât been easy, but youâve been fighting through it all this time. weâre here for you, every step of the way. always.â
you nod slowly against geto's chest, a soft sob escaping your lips as the warmth of their words sinks in. sniffing back your tears, you manage to lift your head slightly to meet their gazes, a small smile breaking through the sadness on your face. âokay,â you say, your voice trembling but filled with gratitude.
gojo and geto both return your small smile with genuine, affectionate grins of their own. just seeing that little hint of a smile on your face makes their hearts skip a beat.
âthatâs our girl,â gojo says fondly, his hand rubbing your back again. âalways bounces back,â geto adds, his arms tightening around you, pulling you closer as he gently plants a kiss on your forehead.
âweâre with you, through any storm,â gojo continues, his voice reassuring. they can still see the sadness lingering in your eyes, but they also see your resilience. youâre strong, and they know you can weather this.
âyouâre not going through anything alone,â geto says, his voice soft yet sure. his fingers gently brush some stray tears off your face, his touch light but nurturing. âweâre here, no matter what. always.â
QUALITY TIME
the perk of being the strongest sorcerers means that your boyfriends, gojo and geto, are often swamped with responsibilitiesâschool, endless meetings, and dangerous missions. but despite how busy they are, they never make you feel neglected. you never have to beg for their time. in fact, they always prioritize you, dropping everything the moment they sense you need them, or just because they miss you.
like right now, youâre lounging in the bedroom, casually playing with your phone, when suddenly, the door opens, and they both walk in, their presence immediately filling the room with warmth.
without hesitation, gojo leans against the doorframe, a playful smile on his face. âsweetheart, you got any plans for tomorrow night?â he asks, his tone casual but with a glint of excitement in his eyes.
you put your phone down and shift, turning to lay on your stomach as you prop yourself up slightly. with a curious smile, you shake your head, eyes flickering between them. ânope, no plans. why?â you ask, your tone light and playful, a hint of excitement creeping in as you wonder what theyâve got up their sleeves.
geto sits down on the edge of the bed, his hand reaching out to brush your hair. his touch is tender, his eyes fixed on you. gojo, meanwhile, pushes off the doorframe, sauntering over to the bed and plopping down next to geto with a smirk.
âwe cleared our schedules,â gojo said, his voice smooth and full of affection, âwe were thinking itâs time for a night out, just the three of us.â geto nods in agreement, his fingers moving to gently run up and down your arm. âyou up for a little adventure?â he asks with a sly smile.
a grin spreads across your face as you hear their suggestion. without hesitation, you push yourself up slightly and raise your hand for a high five. âhell yeah,â you say, your excitement clear as gojo, ever playful, immediately slaps your hand with a wide grin of his own.
but then, a thought crosses your mind, and you tilt your head, your eyes narrowing slightly in suspicion. âwait, donât you guys have meetings tomorrow?â you ask, glancing between them. thereâs a teasing lilt to your voice, but also genuine curiosity about how they managed to pull this off.
gojo throws his arm around your shoulders, a smirk on his face that screams troublemaker. "ah, about that," he says, trying to sound nonchalant, "we might have pulled some strings."
geto, on the other hand, just chuckles, his hand moving to rest on your thigh. âlet's just say, we might owe a few favors to some higher-ups,â he admits, a mischievous twinkle in his eyes.
gojo grins wider, clearly not bothered by the idea of owing favors. âitâs all worth it, princess,â he says, his fingers tracing lazy patterns on your shoulder. âwe havenât had a good night out in ages, and weâre determined to make this one unforgettable.â geto nods in agreement, his hand giving your thigh a gentle squeeze. âyep, and weâve got something special planned just for you,â he says with a playful smirk.
you squint your eyes at them, pretending to be skeptical for a moment, and let out an exaggerated, feigned sigh. âyou two always abuse your power,â you tease, your tone dripping with mock annoyance.
but the small smile playing at the corner of your lips betrays you, and they can see right through your act. itâs clear youâre not really complaining; if anything, youâre loving every second of their attention.
gojo and geto glance at each other, their grins growing wider, knowing exactly what youâre playing at, but playing along.
âhey, weâd do anything to spend some quality time with our favorite girl,â gojo says with a scoff, pretending to be offended. geto rolls his eyes, his hand moving to gently tug at your hair. âyeah, weâre such terrible sorcerers for using our power to plan a night of fun for our princess,â he adds, his tone just as dramatic.
you scrunch your nose at their playful dramatics, unable to hold back a chuckle. their banter always gets to you, and the way they both go along with your teasing makes your heart warm. without saying a word, you lean upward, closing the small distance between you and them, and give each of them a quick kissâsoft, affectionate, but brief enough to leave them wanting more.
âyou two are impossible,â you say with a playful smile, your eyes sparkling with affection.
gojo pouts, crossing his arms and flopping back on the bed. âimpossible?â he repeats, the word coming out in a drawn-out whine. geto snorts at his reaction, his hand still playing with your hair. âyeah, and princess, youâre the one encouraging our bad behavior,â he adds with a feigned sigh, his eyes flickering between you and gojo with a playful spark.
RECEIVING GIFS
do you know that feeling when you're in a relationship and you secretly hope your partner would surprise you with something thoughtful, like flowers or chocolates, without you having to ask? maybe youâve even heard your friends talk about how they wish their significant other would just pick up on those little desires without needing a nudge. they talk about how they wait for those small, romantic gestures, only to be disappointed when they donât come.
well, thatâs something youâll never understand. not because you donât want those surprises, but because your boyfriends have made sure you never have to ask for anything. in fact, they seem to always be one step ahead. whether itâs a normal, uneventful day or something more special, like your birthday or an anniversary, they always go above and beyond. sometimes itâs almost like they can read your mindâor maybe they just know you that well.
they donât wait for hints or subtle suggestions. if they feel like treating you, theyâll do it without a second thought, and itâs often. one day itâs a spontaneous bouquet of flowers, and the next, itâs chocolates they know are your favorite. you might be lounging on the couch, enjoying some quiet time, when the door swings open, and they walk in with bags of new clothes they picked out just because they thought youâd look amazing in them. no occasion needed. itâs as if spoiling you is something they enjoy just as much as you do.
and letâs not even get started on your birthday, your anniversary, or valentineâs day. on those days, they take gift-giving to a whole new level, pulling out all the stops. they shower you with giftsâeverything from luxury items to personalized tokens of affection that leave you feeling cherished beyond words. they never miss a chance to remind you how much you mean to them.
today, itâs just another normal evening. youâre standing in the kitchen, casually preparing dinner for them. youâve learned by now that cooking when theyâre home is nearly impossible. they never let you lift a finger once they walk through the door. either theyâll distract you with their affection, or theyâll insist on ordering your favorite takeout because they donât want you to worry about anything, especially not when it comes to food.
so, you decided to get a head start before they come back. the aroma of a home-cooked meal fills the kitchen, and just as youâre adding the final touches to the dish, you hear the familiar sound of the door opening. your heart skips a beatâknowing itâs themâbefore you even see them. itâs like the air in the room shifts the moment they step inside.
you turn around, wiping your hands on a towel, and sure enough, there they are. gojoâs tall figure fills the doorway first, his ever-playful smirk on display as he walks in. following closely behind is geto, his calm demeanor a perfect contrast to gojoâs vibrant energy. but what really catches your attention are the things theyâre carrying. in gojoâs hand is a large, stunning bouquet of your favorite flowers, vibrant and freshly arranged. in getoâs arms are several shopping bagsâno doubt filled with more surprisesâand balanced on top of the bags is a beautifully wrapped box of chocolates. not just any chocolatesâyour favorite kind, the ones they always get just right.
you blink in surprise, a smile already tugging at your lips. âoh baby, whatâs all this?â you ask, though you already know the answer.
gojo struts in confidently, the bouquet of bright and fragrant flowers in his hand. his smirk widens into a full-blown, ear-to-ear smile, his blue eyes sparkling with mischief and affection.
geto follows behind, carrying the bags and the box of chocolates with his usual calm demeanor. he meets your gaze, his eyes warm and filled with love. he knows your reaction will be priceless.
âjust a little some some,â gojo says casually, closing the distance between you. he holds out the flowers, that same charming smirk playing on his lips. âfor our princess, of course.â
geto nods in agreement, laying the bags on the kitchen counter and carefully setting the chocolates down on top. his eyes never leave you, taking in your slightly bewildered yet pleased expression.
âcanât have a day go by without spoiling our princess,â geto adds, a lazy smile on his lips.
gojo moves even closer, his hand finding its way to your waist, pulling you against him. âgotta keep you on your toes,â he teases, his voice low and playful. âbesides, canât have you getting bored of us, now can we?â
a bright smile instantly spreads across your face as you take the bouquet from gojo, the sweet fragrance filling the space between you. âi donât think i could ever get bored of you two, even if you didnât spoil me rotten like this,â you reply with a playful grin, your eyes twinkling with affection.
gojo lets out a mock scoff, feigning offense, his hand still resting on your hip. âcareful, princess, thatâs almost an insult,â he teases, his grin mirroring yours.
geto chuckles softly, shaking his head, his arms now free. he steps closer to you and gojo, his eyes locked on you as you hold the flowers in your hands, admiring them. âjust admit you love being spoiled,â he says, a hint of amusement in his voice.
âyeah, we know you love it when we go overboard,â gojo adds, his hand gently rubbing your hip, his touch light and affectionate.
geto nods, his gaze shifting from you to the bouquet in your hands, a soft smile on his lips. âafter all, how could we resist? especially when you look so damn cute with that happy sparkle in your eyes.â
you hold the bouquet up to your nose, inhaling the sweet fragrance, and a soft hum of contentment escapes your lips. gojoâs grip on your hip tightens just a fraction, his touch sending a warm shiver down your spine.
âalright, you got me,â you admit, your tone light and playful. âi do love being spoiled by my two handsome boyfriends.â
gojo gives your hip a gentle squeeze, a mischievous sparkle in his eyes. âthat's more like it,â he says, his tone dripping with satisfaction. geto chuckles again, moving even closer to you. his eyes scan your face, drinking in your every expression, the way your eyes light up and sparkle in your hands. his voice is warm as he agrees with you.
âand we love spoiling you,â he says, his words filled with genuine affection. âespecially when you look so happy and radiant like this.â your smile grows even bigger as you stand on your tiptoes, placing a soft kiss on both of their cheeks. âthank you,â you whisper, your voice full of warmth and appreciation, feeling their closeness and affection wrap around you like a blanket.
gojo lets out a low, contented hum as your lips touch his cheek, his smile widening. he leans into the kiss, a hint of a playful gleam in his eyes.
getoâs expression softens even more at your gesture, his eyes filled with pure tenderness. he leans down just a little so you can reach him, his arm encircling around your waist, pulling you close against him.
âyouâre more than welcome,â geto replies, his voice gentle and warm. âseeing you smile is all the thanks we need, princess.â his lips grazing your forehead, leaving a kiss in return. âweâll always make sure youâre happy,â he assures you, his eyes meeting yours with gentle tenderness.
gojo leans down as well, pressing another kiss to your other cheek, his lips lingering against your skin for a moment. âthat's right,â he agrees with geto, his tone firm and sincere. ânothing's more important than your smile, princess.â
he straightens up, his hand still on your hip, his touch light but possessive. âweâll do whatever it takes to keep that beautiful smile on your face,â he adds with a smirk, his eyes filled with affectionate determination.
ANOTHER WAY TO SAY I LOVE YOU
despite all the endless love they shower you with, gojo and geto have a relentless streak when it comes to teasing you. itâs almost as if they take a certain joy in seeing how far they can push you before you throw a fitâjust so they can wrap you in their arms afterward, apologize sweetly, and watch your face blush with frustration. they love seeing that upset, pouty expression, knowing itâs only a matter of time before they have to spoil you all over again to make up for it. they never mean any harm, but they certainly enjoy pushing your buttons to the limit.
like today. itâs the weekend, and the three of you somehow got it in your heads that baking a cake together would be a fun, relaxing activity. a dumb idea, really, but none of you were willing to back down once it was suggested. after all, what could possibly go wrong?
the kitchen is a chaotic mess as the three of you workâwell, as much as you can call it "work." geto is organizing the ingredients with precision, while you and gojo stand side by side, tasked with mixing the batter. or rather, youâre trying to mix the batter while gojo is making a mess of things. despite getoâs clear instructions to use a spoon or whisk, gojo insisted on mixing with his hands, which he dramatically donned gloves for, claiming it was more "authentic" and "fun." you should have known better than to let him go along with it.
as you focus on your part of the task, suddenly, you feel gojoâs hand on your arm. âhey, come here for a second,â he says innocently, pulling you closer to him. before you even realize whatâs happening, his gloved hand, completely covered in wet dough, smears all over your arm.
you scream, jerking back in surprise, staring down at your dough-coated arm in disbelief. âsatoru! what the hell?â your voice is a mix of shock and frustration as you look at him, wide-eyed.
gojo lets out a laugh at your reaction, his eyes sparkling with a mixture of amusement and mischief. âwhat?â he says, feigning innocence, a sly smile on his face. âit was just a little accidental cake batter on your arm. itâs harmless.â
geto, meanwhile, shakes his head, clearly exasperated at gojo's antics. he looks at you, then at gojo, his expression a mix of annoyance and amusement. âsatoru, you're going to undo all the work we've done so far.â
âah, come on, itâs just a bit of fun,â gojo replies, a mischievous grin on his face, clearly enjoying the situation. he continues to mix the batter with his gloved hands, creating more of a mess in the processâintentional or not.
geto rolls his eyes but canât help but crack a smile, shaking his head again at the mess theyâre making in the kitchen. âyeah, fun for you, maybe. not so much for the rest of us trying to actually bake a cake.â
you let out a loud groan, stomping your foot in frustration. âugh! now the batterâs all over me! itâs sticky, and itâs going to ruin my clothes!â you stretch your arms out awkwardly, trying your hardest to keep the messy dough from spreading any further onto your outfit.
âsatoru!â you whine, shooting him a glare as you attempt to shake the dough off, but itâs clinging stubbornly to your skin. âthis is so gross! now i have to clean this off, and if it gets on my clothes, i swear iâm not baking with you two again!â your mini tantrum cracking a bigger smile from geto's lips.
gojo chuckles in response, his eyes gleaming with amusement. âaww, it's just a little batter, princess. donât be such a drama queen,â he replies, his tone nonchalant and carefree.
he mixes the batter some more, creating even more of a mess while enjoying the spectacle of your frustrated reaction. âit's not that bad. you're overreacting. and plus, it's kind of cute seeing you all worked up like this, isn't it geto?â he adds, throwing a glance at his partner.
geto, whoâs been watching gojoâs antics with a mixture of amusement and annoyance, sighs deeply, unable to hide his smile completely. âi wouldnât say cute exactly. more likeâŚmildly entertaining.â he turns his attention to you, his eyes scanning you up and down. âalthough i will say, the way youâre pouting right now is quite endearing,â he teases.
you scrunch your nose in clear annoyance, giving them both an exaggerated glare. âno, itâs not cute! itâs gross! itâs wet, sticky, and buttery,â you huff, stretching your arms out again in frustration, careful not to get the batter on anything else. âmy skin is going to be all oily, and iâll smell like butter for the rest of the day!â you complain in a dramatic, sassy tone.
âseriously, satoru, why canât you just mix it like a normal person? why did you have to make this so messy?â you continue, your voice full of mock indignation as you try your best to salvage your dignity.
gojo laughs again at your annoyed reaction, clearly enjoying your frustration. âoh, live a little, princess. itâs just a bit of cake batter. it's not going to kill you, and it definitely wonât kill your sense of style,â he retorts, his tone slightly mocking.
geto just watches with an amused expression, his arms crossed against his chest. âyeah, relax a little, princess. youâre being a bit too high strung about this whole thing. itâs just a little mess.â
you let out an exasperated groan, stomping your feet in frustration as you turn away from them. âugh, youâre both such assholes!â you shout over your shoulder, your voice a mix of irritation and amusement.
you march over to the sink, the cool water looking like a welcome relief for your sticky arms. as you turn on the faucet, you canât help but throw a playful glare back at them.
you start rinsing your arms, the water washing away the gooey batter. âseriously, though, who thought baking would be a good idea?â you mumble, shaking your head as the remnants of the cake batter swirl down the drain.
gojo grins widely at your reaction, not seeming remorseful in the slightest. âaww, princess, weâre just having a bit of fun. donât be so serious,â he replies, his tone still teasing.
geto chuckles softly, his eyes glinting with amusement. âwell, it was your idea to bake a cake, remember?â he points out, raising an eyebrow in your direction.
you stop mid-scrub, turning to geto with a fierce glare. âshut up! nobody asked you!â you shoot back, your voice a mix of frustration and playful sass. you resume cleaning your hands, splashing a little more water than necessary as you try to keep a straight face.
gojo laughs out loud at your snappy comeback, clearly enjoying your feistiness. âdamn, princess, youâre on fire today,â he remarks, his eyes twinkling with amusement.
geto just grins amusedly at your reaction. âcareful, princess. one more outburst like that and you might just burst a blood vessel.â he teases, his tone light and carefree.
you try to ignore their teasing, focusing on rinsing off the last bits of batter from your hands. but just as you think youâve escaped their antics, you feel gojoâs hands grab your arms again, smothering you in even more cake batter.
âsatoru!â you shout, half-laughing and half-exasperated as you watch the globs of sticky mixture cling to your skin. âwhat is wrong with you?!â
gojo grins mischievously as he watches the look on your face, clearly having the time of his life. âwhat? you look so damn cute covered in cake batter,â he teases, his hands still holding your wrists firmly.
geto, whoâs been watching from the side, finally intervenes, shaking his head in mock disappointment. âsatoru, seriously, quit antagonizing her. sheâs going to kill you at this rate.â
you feel the frustration bubble up inside you, and despite your best efforts to hold it together, the tears spill over, warm and salty against your cheeks. âwhy do you always have to tease me?â you manage to choke out, your voice shaky as you stretch your arms awkwardly, trying to shake off the sticky cake batter clinging to your skin.
gojo watches, amusement dancing in his eyes, but the sight of your tears causes his playful demeanor to falter for just a moment. his teasing grin softens as he takes a step closer, still holding your wrists. âhey, come on. it was just a bit of fun. donât cry,â he says, his tone shifting from mischievous to genuinely concerned.
geto, standing nearby, canât help but chuckle softly at your reaction, though the warmth in his gaze shows he cares. âlooks like our little princess is really upset now,â he remarks, shaking his head with a playful smile. but as he steps closer, the teasing in his eyes melts away, replaced with an affectionate expression.
with a gentle sigh, he walks over to you, his arms opening wide in a comforting gesture. âthere you are, our crybaby,â he says softly, wrapping you in a warm embrace that feels like a safe haven. his hold is reassuring, and the way he presses you against his chest makes you feel a bit better despite the tears still streaming down your face.
gojoâs expression changes from amused to genuinely concerned as he watches you trying to hold back your tears, his grip on your wrist loosening a bit.
âprincessâŚâ he says softly, his voice filled with regret. âi didnât mean to make you cry. it was just a stupid joke.â
geto holds you in a comforting embrace, his arms wrapped around you tightly. he canât help a soft chuckle at your reaction, but his eyes are filled with warmth and concern. âhey, itâs okay, love. itâs just cake batter.â
you snuggle closer into geto's embrace, feeling the warmth radiate from him as you try to steady your breath. your voice is muffled against his chest as you protest, âitâs a mess! and iâm not a crybaby!â the words come out a bit more whiny than you intended, and you canât help but feel a mix of frustration and vulnerability.
gojo lets out a small sigh, his hand moving to gently pat your head, his touch softer now. âi know, i know. iâm sorry, princess. i shouldnât have messed around like that.â
geto rubs your back soothingly, his embrace still firm and reassuring. he smiles at your whiny protest, his voice laced with affectionate patience. âoh, youâre not a crybaby?â he teases gently. âthen why are you acting like one right now?â
you pull away slightly, still feeling a bit flustered but determined to regain your composure. âshut up,â you mutter, shooting geto a playful glare before turning your attention to gojo. âand youâbetter clean my arms! look at this mess!â
you stretch out your dough-covered arms dramatically, showing off the sticky concoction that clings to your skin. your pout is half-hearted, a mix of annoyance and amusement thatâs hard to hide.
gojo lets out a small laugh, his eyes roaming over your sticky arms. âfine, fine, iâll clean them. youâre really being such a drama queen about this cake batter.â
he steps closer to you, his hands reaching out to grab your wrists gently. his touch is surprisingly tender, his long fingers wrapping around your arms carefully. âjust stay still for a second, princess. let me clean you up.â
he starts to clean your arms, carefully wiping the cake batter away, his touch a mixture of gentle and firm. he takes his time, making sure not to miss any spots and get every bit of batter off your skin. âsee, itâs not so bad,â he teases softly.
geto watches from the side, his gaze filled with a mix of amusement and affection. he canât help but find your dramatic reaction endearing, and he chuckles softly at your pout.
you grumble in mock annoyance. âyou guys always do this, donât you? tease me until Iâm crying,â you say, trying to maintain your serious demeanor, but a hint of amusement sparkles in your eyes.
despite the playful pout on your lips, itâs hard to stay upset when gojo is being so gentle and attentive. âitâs like you both get a kick out of it,â you add, rolling your eyes, but the corners of your mouth betray your true feelings, twitching up into a reluctant smile.
gojo chuckles at your complaint, his lips curling into a sly smile. âcan you blame us?â he teases. "youâre just too cute when youâre all pouty and worked up. and itâs even cuter when you start acting like a crybaby.â
geto snorts, unable to hold back an amused laugh. âheâs right, you know,â he says, his voice casual but filled with affection. âwatching you get all riled up is one of our favorite pastimes.â
getoâs expression softens as he watches you, a warm smile spreading across his face. he gently pats your head, his fingers brushing through your hair. âadorable,â he added, his tone playful yet sincere, âyou look really cute when youâre glaring at us like that.â he chuckles softly, noticing how youâre trying so hard to hide your amusement, even as your cheeks flush a bright red from frustration.
âitâs adorable, actually. especially when youâre all worked up and your little pout makes you look even cuter and how your cheeks became red from frustation.â his eyes sparkle with affection, clearly enjoying the moment.
gojo, who's still wiping the batter off your arms, smiles at geto's words, his eyes flicking up to meet his partner's gaze. âi agree,â he says, his tone filled with amusement. âyou really do look adorable when youâre all flustered and frustrated like this.â
he grins, his touch growing even gentler as he works. âyour little pout and those rosy cheeks? damn, princess, itâs almost too cute,â he chimes in. âit makes me want to just pinch your cheeks and tease you even more just to see you get even more riled up.â
you roll your eyes at gojoâs teasing, crossing your arms defiantly. âiâm not cute,â you insist, trying to maintain a serious expression, but it falters as a hint of a smile threatens to break through.
geto hums softly in response, clearly enjoying the banter. he leans closer, his fingers gently stroking your hair as he plants a soft kiss on your red cheek. âhow about we skip the mess and just buy a cake from that bakery you love so much?â he suggests, his voice smooth and soothing. âi think that sounds much better than dealing with this chaos.â
you pucker your lips, trying to hide the smile spreading across your face as you nod in agreement. âfine, if you're forcing me,â you say, your tone a mix of reluctance and excitement. you canât help but feel a little giddy at the thought of indulging in a delicious cake from your favorite bakery.
gojo rolls his eyes at your protest. âplease. youâre adorable and you know it,â he retorts, his tone playful. âand thereâs no point in hiding it either, princess. we know the truth.â
geto chuckles at your agreement, his voice warm and affectionate. âthatâs our princess, always giving in so easily,â he teases, planting another soft kiss on your cheek before stepping away. âletâs go get your cake, love.â
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⎠A COLLECTION OF BLURBS ABOUT BEST FRIEND!CHRIS
disclaimers: this wasnât requested but this is how i think being best friends with chris who also happens to be falling in love with you would go. suggestive and slightly 18+ nsfw content below, read at your own risk.
best friend!chris who is always there for you, day or night, early in the morning before the sun has completely risen and youâre drunk out of your mind sobbing because youâre homesick and heâs the closest thing to home, and during the late hours of night when the moon is at its peak and the stars are shining bright and youâre wide awake because you napped during the day and the two of you are walking through the streets of la reminiscing about a time before you could call la home.
best friend!chris who knows everything about you, from your favourite colour to the foods you despise and how to calm you down when you feel overstimulated and youâre having issues regulating your emotions, who has duplicates of your skincare cluttering his bathroom counter and the other halves to all the stuffed animals duos you find sitting on his bed and the couch in his room.
best friend!chris who finds his other half in you, your love for physical touch matches his, your personality mirrors his in an almost eerie way, he knows that you will match his energy and vibe without hesitation.
best friend!chris who is a big believer in eye contact, especially when it comes to you, he wants you to know you have his full attention, regardless of what youâre talking about, his eyes will always meet yours. and sometimes when the eye contact is so intense, to the point where you canât hold it any longer because the colour of his eyes is too pretty and the way theyâre droopy and tired and heavy lidded, almost giving them that bedroom eyes effect, makes you look away to hide the blush rising on your face, and the fact that if you stare at him any longer, youâll kiss him, he chuckles lowly, gently turning your face back to his with a hand under your chin.
best friend!chris who isnât scared to touch you, he will throw an arm around you and tug you closer, whispering whatever comes to mind in your ear, giggling as you roll your eyes at him, his hands are almost always on you, needing to feel you beside because you keep him grounded.
best friend!chris who is quick to size up any guy that dares to check you out or pick a fight with your bold drunken self that canât seem to keep her comments to herself, and who isnât scared to insert himself between you and whatever guy makes you uncomfortable.
best friend!chris who handles your attitude well, he doesnât let it manifest into a bigger fight or deal than it needs to be and will counteract it by questioning why youâre coming at him sideways and will tell you to talk to him when youâre ready to act like an adult, and will not hesitate to grab your jaw, forcing you to pay attention, and understand that thereâs not a singular reason for you to talk to him like that.
best friend!chris who very rarely snaps on you, who hates to see your demeanour morph and twist into something almost sinister with anger, and who hates it even more when itâs because of him. heâs always vowed to treat you with respect, meaning never to raise a hand or his voice to you, he views you as his equal, not someone to talk down to and try to control, so when he snaps, itâs not intentional, his mind is a whirlwind of overwhelming responsibilities and the possibility that he has feelings for you, and as someone who shows so many signs of adhd, itâs hard for his brain to quiet down as it is and when heâs overwhelmed, itâs game over, and he hates that his anger misplaced toward you.
best friend!chris who hates the guys and girls you date or hookup with, despite them being good natured people, he just cant see why they get all of you, not just the platonic side, when heâs right there.
best friend!chris who canât deal with his jealousy in a relatively normal way, and decides to make a spectacle of it, blatantly showboating his jealous by picking arguments with the girls or the guys you date, even going as far as to physically fight one guy that you bring as plus one to a party you both attend, shrugging it off when you corner and ask him what the fuck heâs doing.
best friend!chris who stands quietly between your legs as you sit on the counter in his bathroom as you clean his knuckles and his split lip, shame and regret bubbling to the surface as you sigh, unable to fathom why he picked a fight with another guy that showed genuine interest in you for the fifth time that month, feeling hurt that he keeps preventing your potential happiness.
best friend!chris who tears up as you ask him if he thinks youâre undeserving of finding love and happiness, begging to know why heâs seemingly so against you being with anyone, and hearing you plead for an answer with such raw and deeply cutting sadness rips him apart so viciously that he canât handle it so in attempt to make you see his feelings in the best way he can think of, he just grabs your face as firmly as possible while simultaneously holding you so delicately, and shoves his lips against yours, effectively silencing your pleas that couldnât be farther from the truth.
best friend!chris who tries to leave the second you sit there, stunned and silent as you process what happened, but youâre quick to grab his wrist, turning him back toward you as your free hand wraps around the back of his neck, pulling him into angry and searing kiss while his hands wrap around your hips, pawing at the skin beneath your shirt in a futile effort to ground himself, to make himself believe that everything heâs wanted is actually happening.
best friend!chris who drags you to secluded alleyways and darkened corners every time you go out with friends because the urge to kiss you is bigger than his voice reason telling him to wait until youâre alone. heâs not intentionally hiding the new aspect of your relationship, he just wants it to stay innocent and pure, untainted by opinions of those who know.
best friend!chris who has half a brain when heâs not around you, which isnât very common. but if youâre not nearby, heâs constantly thinking about you, wondering what youâre doing, what song is inevitably stuck in your head, if youâre thinking about him too, if you need him as bad as he always needs you.
best friend!chris who turns into a puddle of mush the first time you kiss him in front of your friends, not giving a fuck who sees because you just wanted to kiss him, and who stares at you with hearts in his eyes as you pull away before attacking your face with a million little kisses because heâs excited that he doesnât have to kiss you in secret anymore.
best friend!chris who just about spills his guts and tells you he loves you the first time you two have sex, itâs almost pavlovian the way the words nearly tumble from his lips, heâs always associated sex with the person he loves most, and with that person being you, his rutting against yours so deliciously, it hurdles him closer and closer to saying fuck it and telling you but he holds himself back, he doesnât want the first time he says those three words while actually meaning it to be tarnished by the feeling of chasing both your high and his, making it seem like heâs only saying it because of the sex.
best friend!chris who is devoted to your pleasure, heâs much more committed to making you finish and feel good than he ever has been with a girl before. he reasoning is that youâre miles and miles more important to him than any of his old flings and one night stands.
best friend!chris who doesnât let your dynamic change drastically after realizing each otherâs feelings, he doesnât want to lose the elements that made your relationship in the first place, he still sees you as his best friend [ in a sense ] but he just gets to kiss you whenever he wants. you come first to him in every sense and aspect, youâre his main girl and thatâll never change, even when your relationship begins to.
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MY HERO ACADEMIA MASTERLIST
đĽLate one night, while heading home, you realized someone was tailing you. Your pace quickened, and eventually, you broke into a run, with your pursuer doing the same.
đĽRunning in fear, you accidentally crashed into a solid chest. Gazing upward, you recognized the face of the pro hero Bakugo Katsuki, also known as Dynamight.
đĽHe noticed your scared expression and asked, "What's wrong?"
đĽYou shared what happened, and he handled it.
đĽ"Come on, doll, I'll walk you home," he said after handling the person following you.
đĽYou and boxer!Bakugo have been dating for a while ever since. Despite being quite different, things just clicked between you two.
đĽHe used his limited free time to train and get stronger, while you worked as a sidekick in a pro hero's agency.
đĽHe was well-known in town, and folks often wondered how a timid girl like you ended up with someone as tough and dangerous as Bakugo.
đĽHe was the best part of your life - your tough, strong, beefy boyfriend, and your cuddle buddy at the same time.
đĽYou weren't exactly a fan of his boxing hobby, but you still supported him.
đĽAfter each fight, he'd return home victorious, winning every time. But, along with the victories, he'd also bring back cuts, bruises, and a heap of pent-up frustration.
đĽSeeing him so broken broke your heart; the pain weighed heavier on you than on him. You'd carefully treat his wounds, bruises, and cuts, gently asking about his fights and questioning if he's certain about pursuing his side career while also juggling daily hero duties.
đĽ"I'm good, doll. No need to fret," he'd reassure you as you cared for his injuries. "I enjoy boxing. It's quite calming." Honestly, for a strong guy like him, the cuts and bruises weren't that painful. Still, he allowed you to care for his injuries because it warmed him to know his girl cared so much.
đĽBoxer!Bakugo enjoys hitting the boxing gym regularly for training; it keeps him toned and in impeccable shape, ready to effortlessly pursue villains.
đĽOne day, you decide to visit the boxing gym Bakugo frequents five times a week. After finishing your shift, you enter the gym. A friendly lady at the reception offers help, but you decline, explaining that you're just here to see your boyfriend.
đĽYou see him right away; there's no mistaking him. He's wearing a snug, black tank top highlighting his muscular torso and six-pack, paired with dark grey sweatpants. Black boxing gloves adorn his hands, and a black bandana secures his hair, keeping it away from his intense crimson eyes.
đĽYou perk up hearing Katsuki's grunts as he throws punches and kicks at the heavy bag. Watching your boyfriend train gets you all excited. A quiet sigh escapes you as you notice sweat trickling down his forehead and nose, dripping to his neckline, and running under his black tank top. You bite your lower lip - he looks oh so fuckable.
đĽSpotting you, he grabs a towel, mops his sweaty face, and strides to the edge of the boxing ring. "Hey, doll, what brings you here?"
đĽYou confess that you wanted to watch him train to get a better grasp of his world. Surprisingly, you admit you never realized how deeply he was immersed in the whole boxing thing.
đĽHe chuckles, "Yep, been telling you, doll. Okay, I guess that's all for today. Come, I need to change."
đĽYou follow Bakugo into a locker room after he assures you it's fine and no one will mind. The desires become too intense, and he pushes you against the door, shutting it firmly.
đĽProtest? Not a chance. You just let out a little yelp as he catches you off guard.
đĽHis lips meet yours forcefully, his hands gripping your waist. You reach to remove his bandana and run your fingers through his hair.
đĽSimply sharing these heated kisses with you ignites a fervor in boxer!Bakugo; he feels hornier than a teenager.
đĽAs he removes your snug uniform pants from your legs and casually kicks them away, his calloused finger slips in you, slowly stretching you out. You unfasten the top part of your uniform, slip it off your shoulders, then pull your arms back to peel your tight sports bra off, freeing your breasts; they bounce after being released.
đĽBakugo places wet kisses all around your exposed chest, his tongue poking out and flicking over your hardened buds as he slips another digit in you, stretching you out.
đĽAt that moment, you're already a moaning mess, and all of your shyness flew out of the window.
đĽBakugo emits a low growl as he senses the dampness seeping into his training sweatpants as he slips a third finger into your tight, wet hole, fucking you relentless, using his thumb to massage your clitoris. Boxer!Bakugo feels himself getting painfully hard as his cock twitches within his pants.
đĽHe withdraws his fingers, and there's an extra string of your wetness covering his thick digits. "Mmmm, look at ya, doll," he cooes, "already soaked, just for me."
đĽBakugo pulls down his sweatpants and boxers at one go, allowing them to pool around his ankles.
đĽYou yank his tight tank top off, revealing a muscular torso covered in sweat.
đĽBakugo uses the slick leftover on his hand from fingering you to lube up his rock-hard cock.
đĽGazing downward at the red tip leaking pre cum, a moan escapes your lips as you endeavor to press against his pelvis with a subtle grind as if to slide his cock in yourself already.
đĽBoxer!Bakugo leans in, finally gliding the engorged tip of his dick along your dripping hole, which is clenching around nothing now.
đĽHe finally enters you, stretching you deliciously, and you clench around him blissfully, making him groan.
đĽHe promptly thrusts into you with a vigorous rhythm, yearning for the melody of your sweet moans, the snug embrace of your thighs, and the gentle contractions of your velvety walls enclosing his hard cock. Lifting you effortlessly, you instinctively coil your legs around his hips, securing your ankles behind him as your thighs press against his sides.
đĽWhile he's fucking you, he begins uttering the most lewd words into your ear. "Yea, you like that, don't ya, doll?â; "Yea, baby, squeeze me tighter, give it to me, give it all to me!â; âFuck, it feels so fucking good, doll.â
đĽAs you start moaning like a whore, Bakugo skillfully places his fingers into your mouth, a move aimed at tempering the volume of your pleasure-filled noises as you continue to moan around them.
đĽYou're uttering incoherent words and moans around his fingers â part desperate pleas, part unintelligible expressions âas he relentlessly fucks your tiny cunt.
đĽAs your cunny clench tighter around his throbbing cock, he withdraws his fingers from your mouth and descends them to firmly stimulate your clit.
đĽâYes! Please, Katsy! Right there, right there!" you moan like a cheap whore, trying to roll your hips for more friction.
đĽYou're trembling and convulsing as he feels you cream all over his throbbing cock. Bakugo emits a loud moan at the sensation and can't resist following suit, filling your swollen, abused pussy to the brim with his warm, thick cum. Yet, he doesn't cease there; oh, not at all.
đĽWith his cock still inside you, and with the mix of your cums dripping out of your pussy and down your thighs, Bakugo initiates a more rapid and vigorous rubbing against your swollen clit than in the previous instance.
đĽ"Come on, darling, one more for me. I know you've got it in you. Just one more. I've been fucking missing for you all day, doll."
đĽYour mouth hangs agape as pleasure consumes you, drool trickling from the corner of your parted lips. "K-Kats!"
đĽKatsuki spits on his hand and moves it down where you both are still conjoined, intensifying your arousal; the slick is dripping from you onto the floor as he continues to rub your wet, glistening folds.
đĽYou release a slight cry as you gush and squirt on his cock, spraying and covering his abdomen with the wetness; some of your juices is trickling onto the floor.
đĽ"Yes, doll, I knew you had it in you. Show me more, unleash everything you've got," he chuckled with a dark undertone.
đĽHe swiftly becomes hard once more, and thrusts in you at an unrelenting pace; occasional droplets of slick juices are squirting out of you and landing on his toned abs.
đĽBoxer!Bakugo is chasing his second orgasm, basically using you as his own fucktoy; his hold is firm around your waist, and he effortlessly brings you up and down on his throbbing dick, his hips pistoning into yours.
đĽAt this stage, your juices are beyond control - every thrust Bakugo gives is met by a gush of your wetness, creating a pool on the floor. "Kats! Kats! O-Oh! OH! Fuuuck!"
đĽBakugo halts abruptly, executing a series of preliminary thrusts before you feel his warm cum shoot into your abused pussy once more.
đĽYou cry out, tears streaming down your flushed cheeks, as Bakugo gently lowers your feet to the ground.
đĽAfter he pulls his flaccid dick out of you, the blend of your cums trickles down your trembling thighs.
đĽ"You did so well f'me, doll," he whispered before kissing you again. "Well, looks like we both could use a shower. Fuck, you've worn me out more than a hardcore training session, doll."
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giving old man!logan head in the limo has me feral. i just know theres a dirty mouth on that man
Warnings⌠fem!reader, smuttt, praise/degradation, oral sex (m receiving), no use of y/n, pet names (baby, slut), this is VILEE (rlly channeled my inner freak), not proofread lol (icl i wrote this on my phone). â you are responsible for the content you consume, if you are not comfortable with any of these warnings or are a minor, DNI!!!
Mars speaks⌠old man logan has me in a CHOKEHOLDD
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You had been teasing Logan all night, testing the limits of his patience with every sly smile, every light touch, every whispered innuendo in his ear. The tension had built between you like a fire ready to ignite, and you knew exactly what you were doing.
Loganâs gaze was dark, his jaw clenched as he shifted in his seat beside you. Finally, with a low, frustrated growl, he turned to you, his eyes blazing. âFine,â he muttered, voice rough, low, âyou wanna act like a little slut, Iâll treat you like one.â
That was how you ended up in the back of his limo, sliding down between his legs, your mouth leaving a trail of kisses along his chest, moving lowerâŚ
His voice was a rasp, barely more than a breath as he whispered, âDonât stop.â
Your trailed your hands over the bulge in his pants, making swift work of pulling them down with his boxers, freeing his achingly hard cock.
While it wasnât overly longâ certainly not a length to be ashamed aboutâ it was thick. His cock had a long vein running down the underside with many smaller veins scattered across it. It twitched desperately in his lap, the sensitive red tip oozing pre-cum.
âHoly shitâŚâ
He let out a low chuckle at your words, clicking his tongue at you, âcome on, get to work baby.â
You grinned up at him as you leaned forward, placing a gentle kiss on the tip, making him nearly growl.
âDonât be a fuckinâ tease.â
Giggling at his words you smile innocently as run your tongue along the slit of his cock. He threw his head back, groaning, his fingers threading themselves through your hair with a tight but gentle grip.
You sunk your head lower, the head disappearing between your lips. He gazed down at you, âlook so good with your lips wrapped around my cock like that.â
Your tongue swirled around his cock, cheeks hollowing, and his grip on your hair tightened, âdonât be shy, I know you can handle more.â
He used the grip in your hair to push you down lower. Saliva began to drip down his cock as he filled your mouth. You used it as lube for your hands which found their way to his shaft, slowly stroking and twisting what was not in your mouth.
âYeah thatâs more like it, knew you could do it.â
You moaned around him in response, the vibrations shooting right through his cock, causing his hips to buck. The tip hit the back of your throat making you gag and slightly choke at the protrusion. But this didnât make him pull back, he was too desperate he couldnât stop.
âYâokay, baby?â he asked, slowing the rate his hand was moving your head but not stopping. You tried your best to give a nod. Once he got your confirmation, he stopped his hand movement, gently thrusting his hips upwards into your throat.
He had let you have control for long enough and now he was getting desperate, he couldnât wait. He gently tapped on the top of your head causing you to look up at him.
âMâgonna fuck your throat now, baby,â he told you and you nodded, your hands moving to grip his thighs. He used his hand to push your head lower before thrusting up into your mouth. He began to build a steady rhythm, his cock going deeper into your throat with each movement.
âSo good, havenât gotten somethinâ this good in a long time ând definitely not from someone as pretty as you,â he praised, his Canadian accent thickening as his pace increased. You moaned at the praise, breathing through your nose as he pushed in further.
Your knees began to ache from being on the limo floor. As he set a brutal pace, it became messier and messier. His cock was now covered in saliva, you makeup was a mess from the small tears that fell each time he hit the back of your throat.
âYâlook so pretty like this, my little slut,â he grunted out as his thumb moved to wipe one of the tears that fell. You smiled around him and looked him in the eyes. His head fell back at the sight around him.
After a few minutes, you could tell by his demeanour and ever-so-slightly slowing pace that he was getting tired. you moved your hands up to his while looking at him in the eyes. You gave him a gentle nod. His grip loosened from your head before he laid further back against the seat, long arms stretching out.
âJust need a little break, you keep going,â he chuckled, muttering something about being old.
You held onto the sides of his thighs as you quickly bobbed your head up and down his cock. You looked up at him, moaning at the sight. He looked so goodâ head fallen back, eyes closed, mouth slightly open, letting out little breaths.
This only spurred you on, taking him as deep as possible over and over again. His cock twitched at the back of your throat, a sure sign that he was getting close. You moved one hand to fondle his balls. You gently massaged them, scratching at his scrotum.
âFuck, mâgonna cum,â he breathed out.
You picked up your pace as you felt his balls tighten in your hand. His thighs flexed and his hips bucked as he let out a lewd groanâ almost growl of your name. Feeling his hot cum fill your throat, you pressed your head down, nose touching the hair at the base of his cock.
As he came down from his high, you pulled off him and looked up. He looked down at you with a lazy smirk on his face. He reached out his hand, helping you up from the floor before pulling you onto his lap.
His thumb wiped the half-dried tears from your face, his other hand snaking behind your neck and threading into your hair to pull you into a passionate kiss, his beard scratching at your chin.
As the two of you pulled apart, you grinned at him, âthink you still have it in you to fuck me, old man?â
Mars speaks⌠(again) sorry if this is a bit of a mess, itâs like 1:30 in the morning rn and i wrote this instead of sleeping. any and all feedback is always appreciatedđŤś
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Hi 𼺠can I pretty please ask for a fic with emt!marauders treating and helping reader get through getting stitches? Maybe having a huge fear of needles and they always make her so faint and nauseous so the boys fix up their clumsy girl and coach her through getting them because itâs just the absolute worst time ever?
Hi lovely, thank you for requesting! These always get so long because I get wrapped up in the semantics haha. I donât think this is an accurate reflection of how things work for paramedics, but for the purposes of fiction weâre gonna ignore that :3
Cw: needles, hospital, mention of nausea
emt!marauders x fem!reader ⥠2.1k words
James is murmuring what you imagine to be placations into the side of your head, so quietly you canât make them out, and youâre doing your best to keep your hand completely still as a nurse cleans the cut on your palm.Â
Sirius is watching you from beside the small bed with tension written all over him. Heâs digging his fingernails into his biceps and looking like he might actually jump the nurse if she makes a wrong move.Â
âWhereâs Remus?â he asks, not for the first time.Â
âHeâs just finishing up with another patient,â she answers again. âHeâll be here shortly.âÂ
As eager as you are to see your boyfriend, dread curls like vines around your ribcage. James, sensing this, presses his lips to your temple.Â
Ordinarily, paramedics donât handle stitches, but at your request and after some sweet-talking on Jamesâ part, the director agreed to let Remus see to you. What was staunchly not allowed, however, was for anyone not currently on shift to step in, so your remaining two boyfriends are stuck providing emotional support. James seems to be taking this better, whereas Sirius has been antsy and overprotective since youâd arrived.Â
A fraction of the tautness in his biceps dissipates when a familiar set of quick footsteps draws closer on the tiled floor outside your curtain. The nurse is the only one who doesnât seem to notice, the three of you perking up like meerkats the moment before Remus pulls back the curtain, stepping inside.Â
âHi,â he says, a small, automatic smile curving his lips at the sight of all of you.Â
The nurse finishes with perfect timing, tossing the wipe into the trash as she starts to leave. You and Remus both thank her, and once the curtain closes the four of you in together everything feels suddenly more right. You hear James sigh softly.
Remus gets closer than he was willing with a colleague present, wrapping a kind hand around your elbow and soothing upward from there. âHi, darling,â he says again, softer now. âThey tell me youâve had a kitchen accident.âÂ
âTotally intentional,â James jokes. âWe all just really missed you, needed an excuse to visit.âÂ
You try to laugh for his sake, and though itâs not fully felt it still helps to loosen the knot of unease in your chest.Â
Remus smiles gently. His thumb strokes up and down the back of your arm. âHow are you doing?â he asks you.Â
You do your best to smile back at him, though from Siriusâ expression it must not be very good. âHonestly? I already feel kind of nauseous.âÂ
âThatâs okay,â he promises, and you can tell heâs making his voice extra low and smooth on purpose. Any other time you might laugh at him for it, but actually itâs quite helpful. âIt makes sense to be a bit nervous, yeah? But you wonât feel anything, and so long as you donât look at it while Iâm working I think weâll be all right.âÂ
Remus looks you in the eyes for a moment longer to make sure you understand. His eyes are the color of tea steeped just the way you like it, warm and honey-sweet. And maybe youâre feeling vulnerable and mushy, but you think you fall a little more in love with him.Â
You nod, letting him take your injured hand.Â
âI have to numb it,â he warns you, âand that will likely be the hardest part, but once itâs done things will go fairly easily. Okay?âÂ
You press your lips together, nodding again not because you want to but because you know you donât have much choice. James readjusts his hold on you, gripping you tightly with one arm around your shoulders and the other folding your head into his chest. You suspect itâs partly to keep you from moving and partly because he knows you need it, but it feels as though heâs just doing his best to give you a continual hug. You appreciate the effort.Â
You follow the movement of Remusâ hand as he picks up a syringe from the tray the nurse had brought in. Thereâs that odd tingly feeling of the blood draining from your face, the awful queasiness in your stomach.Â
âDonât look,â Sirius tells you, voice just as caring as it is tense. You can tell heâs trying to calm himself for your sake, even if heâs not very good at it. Youâve heard from James and Remus that heâs cool as a cucumber when he works with other patients, but when itâs you or someone he cares about he canât help getting a bit rattled. âYouâre okay, baby, just close your eyes. Think of something else.âÂ
You can manage the first but not the second. When you feel Remus shifting his hold on your hand your breaths shallow.Â
âQuick poke,â he murmurs, and your grip on James tightens as his does on you.Â
Though you think youâre prepared for it, a mortifying pained sound rises in your throat at the sting. Both James and Sirius coo sympathetically, but then itâs done, and Remus is murmuring praises while James presses kiss after kiss into your hair.Â
You open your eyes to find Sirius has moved closer. He passes you a vomit bag, and you take it thankfully, trying to breathe through the closure in your throat.Â
âYouâve got it,â he tells you, brows knit together by both sympathy and concern. âYouâre okay, itâs already over with.âÂ
âI donât really feel like Iâm completely out of the woods,â you try to joke. The truth to it tightens something in you nonetheless.Â
âYou wonât even feel the rest,â James assures you, still with his lips stuck to you like itâs his job. He smells nice, his eucalyptus shampoo cutting through the icky hospital scent. âYouâll hardly know itâs happening, lovie, weâll just talk about other things and be out of here before you know it.âÂ
âI really donât want to faint,â you say. âI feel like today has been bad enough without fainting.âÂ
âIâm inclined to agree,â says Remus. Youâve been avoiding looking at him, wary of catching sight of another needle or worsening your nausea by seeing your cut, but his gloved hands are empty. He cradles your injured hand in one, the other drawing a tranquilizing path up and down the side of your thigh. âYou wonât faint, sweetheart. Weâll do our best to keep you distracted, and if you need to take breaks we can do that. Itâs whatever you need.âÂ
You blow out a long breath, nodding. Remus gives you a small smile.Â
âI only ask that you donât hold any of this against me,â he teases. âIâm going to require lots of assurance that youâre not upset when I get home.âÂ
James coos, sounding like heâs considering pulling Remus into your hug as well.Â
âNo, I know this is all my own fault,â you admit. Sirius huffs his agreement. âI could never hold my clumsiness against you.âÂ
âI appreciate that.â Remus sends Sirius an intrigued look. âThough maybe Iâll have to make it up to you by cooking, since it seems like you could be barred from the kitchen for some time. Can you feel that?âÂ
You blink at him. âFeel what?âÂ
âGood.âÂ
Remus starts messing with things on the tray again, and both James and Sirius seem to come to attention, James putting his arm around your head again while Sirius pulls up a chair by the bed.Â
âThe medicineâs working,â Remus tells you, âso Iâm going to go ahead and get started, okay? Just try and relax for me, sweetheart.âÂ
Your eyes go automatically to what heâs doing, but Sirius says sharply, âHey.âÂ
That gets your attention, and he gives you an apologetic look, gentling his tone as he takes your good hand.Â
âJust look at me,â he tells you. You donât know if he knows it, but his thumb is tracing a line below your thumb thatâs exactly where your cut is on your other palm. âAre you okay to talk, pretty girl?âÂ
You hum. It comes out high-pitched and shakier than you wouldâve expected.Â
âWhy donât you tell us about that book you want Remus to read?âÂ
For a moment, surprise eclipses your anxiety. âYou really wanna hear about that?âÂ
Sirius grins. âNo, but youâve got a captive audience. If I were you Iâd seize my chance.âÂ
You start to smile back at him, but then thereâs an odd tugging sensation on your hand. Sirius notices the change, moving to block your view with his hand before you can look towards Remusâ work. Still, your stomach rolls uneasily. Your head feels unnaturally light.Â
Sirius says your name firmly. âTell us about the book, baby.âÂ
âItâsâŚâ You fight to solidify your thoughts. âItâs a true story.âÂ
âYeah?âÂ
âYeah. I thought it was fiction, but itâs not.â Another tug, and you whimper. âSorry, I donât feel well.âÂ
âYouâre doing great,â James says, and Sirius takes the bag from you, opening it up in case you need it. âJust stay relaxed, weâve got you.âÂ
âWhatâs the true story?â Sirius asks, trying to get you back on task. âWhatâs it about?âÂ
âThis guy,â you answer. âHeâs from Syria, but he lives in New Orleans and heâs there when Hurricane Katrina hits. Iâm not that far in, but so far itâs about, likeââ you swallow ââhow heâs discriminated against even when heâs helping people.âÂ
Though you try to stop it, a tear skids down your cheek. Sirius wipes it away gently. âYeah?â he asks you. âAre you liking it so far?âÂ
You nod, feeling more in your own body as you try to focus on the conversation. Even the panic is a bit of a relief, better than the strange weightlessness of your head when youâre on the brink of passing out.Â
âI donât think I would have picked it up if Iâd known it was nonfiction,â you tell Sirius. He smiles wryly, which looks like it takes effort. âI usually only read fiction, but this was done really well.âÂ
âI think youâre right,â he replies. âRemus absolutely should read that.âÂ
âNot you?â James teases.Â
Sirius shoots a mean look over your head, though you can tell heâs relieved at the familiar banter. âAre you volunteering?â he asks James. âNo? Didnât think so.âÂ
âSurely thereâs a movie version we can watch instead. Lovie, do you know?âÂ
âI havenât heard of one,â you admit, âbut the bookâs a bit older, so maybe the movie came out before Iâd heard about it.âÂ
âWeâll have to look it up,â Sirius decides. âIf itâs really that good, thereâll be a movie.âÂ
Thatâs something you could argue about forever, and he knows it, but just then you hear something snip and Remus says, âThere.âÂ
âThere?â you echo.Â
Sirius looses a breath, and James hugs you tightly. âYouâre all done, angel,â he says brightly.Â
âOh.â You feel, perhaps, not as relieved as you ought to, and Sirius chuckles at your confusion, taking your face between his hands and planting a kiss between your brows.Â
âYou really are done,â he promises you. âYou killed it, babe.âÂ
James loosens his grip on you and Sirius moves his hand, letting you turn your head to see Remus securing a bandage over your palm. He looks up at you when he pulls off his gloves, pride and fondness mingled in his expression. His eyes narrow at the look on your face.Â
âHug?â he guesses, and you nod as you sit forward, wrapping your hands around his shoulders.Â
Itâs the closure you need, relief dissolving the tension in your muscles and gut as Remusâ thumb strokes your nape reassuringly. âThanks,â you mumble into his shoulder.Â
âYou did it, darling,â he tells you. âNothing to thank me for.âÂ
âBefore I bled all over our counter, I was cutting tomatoes for pasta tonight,â you say. âIâll finish it up when I get home so I can thank you with dinner.âÂ
Sirius scoffs loudly. âYeah, fat chance. Youâre not going near another knife for the rest of your life.âÂ
You roll your eyes as you pull away from Remus, but he raises an eyebrow at you, smiling faintly. âIâm with him on this one,â he says. âAt least a temporary kitchen ban is in order.âÂ
You groan, leaning sideways until your shoulder rests on Jamesâ chest. He wraps his arms around you automatically. âYou guys are so lame,â you gripe.Â
âDonât worry, lovie,â says James, kissing the side of your nose lightly. âIâll finish your pasta when we get home. Everybody wins.â
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Do you think mafia!koing would ever share his kidnapped wife with one of his friends? đŠ
Konig sharing his pretty kidnapped wife with his right hand man...Krueger getting you on his lap and groping and fondling every part of your squirming body as you're trying to get away - he laughs so so cruelly at you every time, and you would just cry and beg for Konig to return because his friend is even worse than he is...and even now, you'd have to force yourself to be quiet because none of them would be happy that their wifey is such a crybaby. You thought you were finally able to handle everything - from killing to kidnapping and forcing you into the role that you hate, but they are so cruel...you're always covered in bruises after the way Krugeger handles you - his hands have no regard for your soft, fragile body. Konig fucking you in front of his best bed - Horangi getting sloppy seconds as he drops you on the table and fucks your dripping, stretched pussy with such passion you can't help but cry under him. He is wild, too - he would leave bite marks all over your skin, like a wild cat, and would make you cry as you feel his tongue going all over your skin. You're scared, really; sometimes you think he could go too far and leave some permanent marks - but Konig wouldn't allow that, thankfully. He is pretty strict with who can hurt you besides him...even if he likes to jerk off while his best man uses you like a toy. Konig kisses you gently and rocks you on his lap while you squirm with a vibrating toy deep in your pussy and a plug in your ass - your holes should be available at all times since he is playing poker with his men - the winner would get a choose of your holes to fuck while Konig kisses and shushes your pathetic little cries. If you're lucky, he is going to win - and he'd eat you out in front of his men, so they would finally know how to please a pretty woman like him. If you're not that lucky, he would still win and fuck you with his pistol, making you squirm and squeeze the barrel of his gun as you cry and whimper...and if you're not lucky at all, you're going to be given to his closest gang members as a little treat for the evening. A good fucking strengthens the organization, after all.
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tw - unhealthy relationships, non/con, mentions of overstimulation, dehumanization, semi-public sex, and abuse.
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If Arlecchino had it her way, you think youâd be more of a doll than a person.
Not that it would make much of a difference when it comes to how she treats you. To her, all the world might as well be pieces of a chessboard; playthings to pose and position as she deems fit. Knights are sent into righteous battles, pawns are burnt to ash on first line of fire, and youâre made to watch it all from your place on a glass-enclosed pedestal, where the cruelties of the world are visible, but at a distance. Thatâs a flaw in her little world that Arlecchino hasnât realized, yet â your eyes, unlike those of the delicate figurines she favors, are not only painted on.
You suppose you should count yourself lucky, when compared to the rest of her unfortunate collection. Most of her pieces are chipped and scarred, sharpened into fine, deadly points only to be discarded when they begin to dull. You, on the other hand, have proved yourself worthy of her maintenance. Your wardrobe is curated to her particular tastes, every style of bow and pattern of lace hand-selected to suit her preferred aesthetics, and she spends each morning running comb after comb through your hair, brushing rouge onto your cheeks, taking leisurely minutes to decide if sheâd rather see you in blue or pink or lilac â always light colors, always gentle. You think, sometimes, that you must look like a groomed dog next to her, pastel and ridiculous next to her monotone elegance. Often, you try not to think about how little of a difference it would make if she added a leash and collar to your daily ensemble.
She rarely lets you leave her sight. Of course, obligation does draw her away from you from time to time (a rarity she laments as often as you pray for), but whenever possible, she has you sitting pretty by her side or, better yet, perched in her lap, straddling her waist and sobbing quietly into her chest as her clever fingers bring you to the brink of climax for the nth time in the past hour. The company she keeps rarely makes a difference when it comes to how or when she touches you â although, you do try not to remember how many of her colleagues have seen you with teary eyes and open legs. A dollâs owner rarely questions the way they choose to handle their toy, and so, sheâs content not to think about how she handles you. Her only acknowledgement of your suffering is a quick kiss to the cheek as she coaxes you onto your own feet, a muttered comment about the new stain on the dark fabric of her pants. Itâs a miracle that you can bear the humiliation of it, but your endurance is a convenience, not a necessity. Thereâs no reality in which your limitations alone would be enough to stop her.
Arlecchino does, at least, make the occasional effort to pretend she thinks of you as a partner, rather than a plaything. Sheâs made it clear that, in her ideal world, youâd happily accept the total loss of your autonomy and thank her for each and every second you spend under the torment of her obsession, but she settles for the occasional, trembling smile when she presents you with a gift or confection you lingered on while passing by an especially charming shop, the tender intimacy of your head resting on her shoulder when yet another meeting proves to be more long-lasting than your attention span. On her best days, sheâll even respond to your timid requests to please not leave another bruise on your neck, another fang shaped indentation on your collarbone with a breath of a laugh and a hushed explanation of why she has to, rather than just an outright, wordless dismissal. You wouldnât quite say she listens to you, but itâs as close as she comes.
Dolls, after all, are incapable of requesting to be played with in a certain way, or asking their owners to treat them more gently, or speaking up about anything at all.
A doll, Arlecchinoâs ideal doll, can only watch with a smile as itâs broken apart.
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pairing: lando norris x femalereader
summary: ruining Lando's live stream is your favorite thing to do when in the mood.
warnings: female masturbation, mention of sexual actions, cursing words
(a/n): lando's recent stream look. I'm unwell.
YOUR HEADPHONES WERE filled with the sweet melody of Taylor Swift's "London Boy" and then you remembered that in the next room of the house you really did have a London Boy waiting for you.
Your boyfriend had one of his usual streams, and it was always your choice to step away from the place where he was doing them and not take part in it. You didn't like the idea of giving fans more content about your relationship than there already was.
By changing the song of the playlist, you settled on something more freaky, like the wreeknd.
Hearing Lando's voice and loud laugh echoing from the next room, you opened the app on your phone and joined his live stream.
Your username was a random name that only Lando recognized.
God, he was so hot.
Messy curly hair, an unbuttoned white t-shirt, and grey plaid pants.
He had heard your wish to let his beard grow long, and you loved every moment of it. Watching the screen intently, listening to his strong accent through the device and from the adjacent wall, you felt your heart flutter loudly. Your jaw nearly hit the floor when you saw from the screen Lando laughing at something and pulling back, spreading his legs widly while bending his head back.
Swallowing, you decided to write a message in the comments that only he would recognize "Turn off the Stream and come over here. Im in the mood."
A few seconds later, he read it. He didn't say anything. He just smiled.
Again, you chose to write the same comment in case he didn't pay much attention to it the first time.
"I'm not shutting down the live. If anyone wants to tell me something, they can come here and tell me themselves."
You smiled and turned off your phone.
Is that how he wanted it? With games?
He asked and shall receive.
You got out of bed, opening your closet and wearing the most revealing and slutty piece of clothing you owned. You also put on a pair of high heels and began to walk slowly towards the next room.
The door was closed so you touched the handle and began to open it gently.
Two beautiful eyes met yours. Then they scanned you from head to toes.
Whatever Lando was trying to tell his viewers was now forever gone.
His jaw closed and he licked his lips. His eyes were on the verge of popping out of their sockets.
Bringing a finger to your lips, you murmued "Shhh."
You felt his eyes follow you as you closed the door and sat comfortably on the couch across from him.
You weren't, of course, visible on the camera. And your boyfriend did his best not to show his viewers the uncomfortable situation he was in. He kept talking, but you were sure he didn't understand what he was saying either.
You stopped looking at him and tried to forget the fact that you had to be discreet because thousands of people were somehow in the room with you.
Spreading your legs, you pushed your warm hand where you wished Lando's was right now.
You immediately shuddered at the very first contact. Twisting your body a little, you gave your boyfriend a better angle of your wet--dripping actually--spot.
His eyes never abandoned you. At one point, you heard him hissing plaid from his breath. "Fuck." His voice made you shudder. "Thats it." He said and closed the live show without saying anything else to his audience.
You stopped the movements and touches on your body and looked at him throwing the headphones on the chair and walking briskly over to you.
That's my boy.
"You want to fucking make me come in front of thousands of people? Huh?" He walked towards you and started unbuttoning his pants. You just smirked and bit your bottom lip. "Acting like a little brat, getting treated like one, right?" He grabbed your neck and forced you to him. After taking one huge taste of your lips, he let you down and removed his white t-shirt. "Open your legs. You're lucky I didn't choose to fuck you live, baby."
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Cream Puff!! | Getou Suguru
(Readers gender isnât specified but reader has a dick)
(Getou has a dick itâs just ignored)(I need him doing the splits on my shit idk)
Synopsis â: Your favorite police officer comes to your bakery before closing
Warnings: dirty talk, feminization, biting, little bit of a gun kink, marking, begging
It was mid day and you were so so busy. You had a birthday party that you had to make 100 cupcakes for. The color theme was green and purple. You had all 100 made already but you hadnât put the frosting on any. So you were currently in the kitchen frosting cupcakes, while also trying to keep up with people who come in. You work at your bakery alone, it was kind of small in the first place, so you didnât see a need in hiring anybody.
You were almost done with the cupcakes you just needed to frost the other 20. You heard the bell at the front,dusting off your hands and trying to look presentable you walk up to the front. You see nanami a customer you usually see. âHi what can I get for you todayâ he smiles a little âcan I get 2 cream puffsâ you smirk a bit âstop being so dirty mindedâ he said you grabbed the tongs and went to get his cream puffs âwho said I was thinking dirtyâ you looked at him while putting his treats in a paper blue baggie. You grabbed napkins and handed it to him âThank you for coming sir I hope you come again soon~â you said that last part a little flirty. He flushed a bit, grabbed his cream puffs and left.
The sky was a mixture between orange and yellow indicating the day is almost over. You finished the cupcakes 2 minutes ago, leaving them in the fridge so whoever comes to pick them up tomorrow will have them fresh. You were doing a bit of cleaning because it was almost time for you to close up. Perking up at the sound of the bell ringing at the front of your bakery, You walked up ready to tell them that you just threw out all the sweets you had in the front for the night so that you could make fresh ones in the morning.
You walked up to the front only to be surprised when you see Getou. You and Getou have a bit of history, you two always flirts but it doesnât go anywhere past that. Getou Is scared because as a police officer a lot of people hate him, and he feels that if you two get together then people will start coming for you. You try to tell him that you can handle yourself, because you can. Youâre a little bigger than Getou muscle wise, but height wise youâre basically towering over him. He doesnât know how much longer he can hold out though, he wants to get fucked by you so bad. You are just so tempting.
You walked up to the counter smirking âwell hello officerâ Getou smiled and leaned against the counter âhi my favorite baker~â he flirted back. âWhat do you needâ you asked looking him up and down. He looked good. His long hair that you just wanted to pull on flowing down his back. Hes in his police uniform that accentuated his hips and his ass you just wanna tear that uniform off him and have him bouncing on your- âummmâ the sound of getous voice made you look up. He was looking at the menu trying to figure out what he wants.
âCan I get some browniesâ you nodded and Told him âit might be a while because I have to make a fresh batch.â âAwe a new batch just for meâ you rolled your eyes âno I just threw out the ones thatâve been out all dayâ you were about to walk to the back to begin until you heard Getou say something âwhat was that?âyou asked âcan I come back there and help you?â The way he looked at you was kind of Mischevious, like he was planning on doing something sneaky. âOkay come onâ he walked through the little door to the kitchen and you both started to prepare for the brownies.
All of the ingredients were in the bowl now it was time to stir. âCan I do itâ Getou said. All heâs been doing is talking your ear off so itâs best if you put him to work. You handed him the bowl and he stepped right infront of you. He started mixing but he did it too gently. âLike this?â He asked questioningly. You went up close behind him and grabbed his hand that was holding the whisk, guiding his hand to whisk the brownie batter harder. âYea just like thatâ âoh my goddâ Getou couldnât even focus on mixing the batter anymore. The way you huskily spoke so close to his ear he just wanted to get fucked now.
You let go of Getou going to get the pan for the brownies. âOh my goodness I almost forgotâ you said âwhat?â He replied. You grabbed chocolate chips from the drawer and dropped some into the bowl. âTo make it more chocolatelyâ looking at Getou not realizing how close you two were. You looked at his lips, pink, fat lips that were just waiting to be sucked on. Wanting to calm some of the rising tension in the kitchen, You cleared your throat taking the bowl from Getou. You poured the brownie mixture onto the pan and put it in the already preheated oven. Getou sighed and sat down on the counter. You raised your eyebrow at him âGet your ass off my counterâ and slapped his thigh. He jumped a bit enjoying the slap a bit too much.
He bit his lip and ignored what you said. It was silent for a few until he spoke up. âDo you sell cream pies?â You blinked and looked at him. âNoâ âwell you shouldâ he responded. You went over to him and placed your arms on each side of him. âWhy should I?â You said leaning closer to him. Getou couldnât take the tension anymore, he brought his hands to the back of your neck bringing you even closer to him. He wrapped his legs around your waist bringing your front closer to his ass. He felt you. It was through your pants but he could tell you were big. âBecause I really really want oneâ
You smashed your lips onto getous, making him arch his back into the kiss. He fully wrapped his arms around your neck and you bit onto his lip making him moan. You kissed down to his neck and started leaving marks. âSto~ donât leave any marks~â âno those bitches in your office are gonna know how much of a slut you areâ Getou tightened his legs around your waist.
âPlease~ I want it so badâ âgoddddâ his desperateness was turning you on so much you just wanted to be buried deep inside him already. âWhat do you want Getouâ you whispered in his ear. âI want you, I want you in me. I want you to fuck me so hard. Own meâ you immediately went to pull his pants off he assisted you in doing so. When he got his pants off you saw what he had on and your eyes widened. He had on dark purple lace panties. You pulled on the hem and it snapped against his hip. âMmm~â you look up at him and heâs blushing so hard and trying to cover himself.
You move his hands away and speak up. â you planned this out didnât you? You came in here wanting to get fucked like a whore? You want to be my personal glory hole?â Getou almost came at your words. Being your personal glory hole sounds amazing. Just being used like nothing but a hole. He was drooling at the thought. You slapped his thigh âAnswer meâ he looked at you with hazed eyes with a little drool coming out his mouth. âYes..just wanna be your glory holeâ
You ripped off getous panties and he gasped. âThose were my favorite pairâ your eyes widened. âPair? You have more?â Getou rolled his eyes and nodded. âYou gotta show me laterâ and before he could respond you pushed yourself into him. âFUCKKKKâ Getou yelled out arching his back. He couldnât believe how much you were already stretching him out and you only had the tip in. You kissed up his neck and wrapped your arms around his waist.
You pushed further into him and Getou kept moaning and leaning his head back. âFuck youâre so fucking tight baby~ you ready for me to fuck this boy pussy of yours.â âYes hurry upâ you looked at him with your eyebrow raised. âPlease sirâ your dick twitched. You did a test thrust up into him making him let out a small whimper. You started moving a bit faster causing Getou to let out small breathy moans.
You grabbed his thighs and started fucking into him harder. âSHITTT FASTER FASTER PLEASEâ you obided by his request and fucked him at a rapid pace. You leaned down to his neck and bit directly into his sweet spot. âah~ I canât I-I canât hold it in.â âYou better fucking hold it inâ you whispered harshly in his ear. Getou whined and you spread his legs wide open, putting his leg up on your shoulder making him lean halfway off the counter. You fucked into him watching as his head dangled off the counter hearing him cover his mouth trying to silent his moans. You werenât about to have that. You slapped his hands away from his mouth âI wanna hear your whorish moans donât try to hide them from me.â
Getou wanted you to cum in him so bad. He just wanted to make you cum with just his hole. He clenched down onto your dick which was exactly what you needed as you filled him with your seed. âFuck youâ you didnât want to cum first. Getou chuckled and you groaned and rolled your eyes. You look to the left of Getou and realize his belt was there that had his accessories, including his gun. With Getou not paying attention you thrust into him hard to catch him off guard. He yelped and held onto your shoulders, when all of a sudden he felt the tip of something touch the side of his temple. He looked a bit and saw it was his gun. In your hand.
âWhat if I just blew your fucking brains out right nowâ Getou didnât know if he could hold it in anymore. He knew youâd never shoot him..but did he really? You could shoot him at any time and heâd die with your dick inside of him. âYou ready baby? You wanna cream on my cock?â âFUCK YESSSâ he said and leaned up dripping onto your shirt. âGo ahead babyâ he came so fucking hard. âCanât believe he came with a gun held up to his head.â You put the gun back next to his belt. Getou was hugging you and you gently caressed his hair. âYou did a good job baby are you okay?â Getou smiled and chuckled. âIâm amazingâ but then he pouted. âCan I get a kiss?â You kissed his lips and he moaned a bit.
Just as you guys were going to get into it the oven rang with the brownies inside. âPerfect timingâ
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Ts kinda ass tbh
But anywayyyy this is for the person who requested sub Getou >.<!!
Thank you guys for supporting btw itâs so sweet
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