#either way all I know is I won’t get much of him tomorrow bc the mixed play they’re doing is Ura-Omote Teacher and if they’re doing shuffle

[mydictionary-yume]

I am not ready for tomorrow(boyfie on stage)

[pedroscurls]

training partners (pt. 5)

summary: hugh begins filming for deadpool & wolverine and as planned, you get to join him as the on-set photographer for the film... and aspects of your relationship comes up in conversation. pairing: hugh jackman x fem!reader warnings: implied age gap (hugh is 55, reader is in late 20s-early 30s), reader has some description (hair, outfit), reader has some negative self-talk / aspects of imposter syndrome, no use of y/n. word count: 3.4k a/n: let me tell y'all, this was just so much fun to write! we're progressing this relationship and we're not even close to being done here, so had to leave it on a bit of a cliffhanger bc the next one is gonna be good 😉 hope you enjoy!!! this is purely fictional! i mean no disrespect to hugh jackman. (btw - updates will be posted either saturday night or sunday morning!) prev part. - next part.

Hugh cuddles you from behind, lips near your ear and arm draped over your midsection. He feels your fingertips run along his forearm, resting back against him as you stare out the window of the hotel room. You and Hugh had arrived on location, not wasting any time before checking into the hotel. Tomorrow would be the first day on set of Deadpool & Wolverine and there’s a part of you that’s extremely nervous. 

It still doesn’t feel real that you’re here, not only with Hugh, but that you’d get to be the on-set photographer for this movie. You feel a sudden sense of imposter syndrome overcome you. Despite Shawn and Ryan repeatedly telling you that your work was amazing, it still didn’t feel like you belonged here, amongst this caliber of talent. 

You know that you should be asleep, should be getting some rest, but you can’t shut off your mind. You’re about to slide out of Hugh’s grasp but his arm tightens around you and pulls you back flush against him.

“Where ya going?” Hugh whispers against your ear. 

“Can’t sleep.”

“I know,” he replies. “I can practically hear you thinking.” Slowly, Hugh watches you turn to lie on your back so that you can look up at him. His arm remains draped over you as he props himself on his free hand. “Talk to me.”

“Just don’t wanna disappoint you or Ryan or Shawn.”

“You won’t, baby.”

“But how do you know?” 

“Because your work is amazing,” Hugh says softly, leaning down to kiss your forehead. “I know how passionate you are with your work, how excited you get when you’re behind the camera… You love what you do and you produce amazing photographs because of it.” His hand from your midsection moves up to your brush a few strands of hair away from your face, thumb running gently over your cheekbone. “You’re going to be great, honey.” 

You look up at him, gazing into his eyes. Since meeting Ryan and Shawn, your world has just expanded. You no longer believe that you wouldn’t fit into Hugh’s life because you just fit so easily, like you were meant to be there all along. The more time you spend with Hugh and his friends, how comfortable and at ease you are around him, you begin to realize that you’re falling so deeply in love with him. 

And it fucking scares you because you know that at any moment, this fairytale, this dream can come to an end. You try to tell him through your eyes, through your expressions just how strongly you feel for him. You don’t want to say the words first because you aren’t sure if he even feels the same way. It’s truly only been a few months since getting together with him and there are just so many other things to consider before telling him that you’re falling for him. 

You have to tell your parents. 

He has to tell his kids.

And his fans… God, you’re afraid that once the entire world knows of your relationship with him that things will change. 

So, you try to hold onto him a little longer to yourself (even though you know it’s bound to come out) and you’re grateful that Hugh understands. He never pushes you past what you’re comfortable with. 

“It must be exhausting,” you finally say. “To always be reassuring me.” 

Hugh shakes his head as he sits up to rest against the headboard. He brings you to sit on his lap and reaches over to turn on the lamp from the nightstand. He stares up at you and notices the distress in your features and he wants nothing more than to just tell you how much he loves you. He hates the fact that your ex-boyfriend and past relationship causes so much doubt and uncertainty in you. He wonders who you were before your ex-boyfriend, if the light in you dimmed because of him. He wishes he can just heal all of the wounds and scars that your ex-boyfriend left, wishes he can take away all the pain that still lingers. 

“It isn’t,” Hugh replies. “If I have to repeatedly tell you how amazing you are and how lucky I am to have you, I’ll do it. No matter what it takes and no matter how many times I have to say it.” He leans forward, resting his forehead against yours as he feels your arms snake around his neck. He stares into your eyes, can see them glistening with unshed tears. 

There’s a silence that engulfs the both of you and even with the silence, you both can somehow sense what the other is saying. 

I love you. 

It hangs in the air, neither you or Hugh saying it out loud but you feel it. You both do. Hugh reaches up and splays his hand against the side of your neck, his thumb brushing against your jawline. He sees you lean against his touch, eyes falling shut as a tear slides down your cheek and hitting his thumb. Gently, he reaches up to wipe away the fallen tear and leans in to kiss your cheek. 

He wants to tell you how much he loves you, how you had been such an unexpected surprise in his life, how he loves all of you, even parts of yourself that you don’t think are worthy of love. With your eyes still closed, Hugh mouths it silently: “I love you.” 

Your arms tighten around him and then you move to bury your face against the side of his neck. Having him hold you like this brings you so much comfort, so much safety and when you feel his arms wrap around your waist, you let out a contented sigh. 

“You’re perfect,” you whisper. “And I’m really lucky to have you, Hugh.” 

He isn’t sure why your words stir something inside of him. It causes butterflies to swarm his stomach, his heart beating faster. His hand gently rubs your back and he feels you relax in his grasp. “Not perfect,” he replies. “And if anyone’s lucky, baby, it’s me. I think you came into my life when I needed it the most,” Hugh admits. 

That causes you to pull back again to look down at him. “I think life brought us together at the right time,” you add. 

“And my life’s been better because of it.” 

You blush and lean in to peck his lips lightly. You glance at the clock on the nightstand, seeing that it’s well past midnight and knowing that you both need to sleep soon. Hugh starts filming tomorrow and it’ll be your first day on set. On any movie set, but you want to tell him that you’re falling for him. 

“Hugh, can I tell you something?” 

“Anything, baby.”

“I, uh–” you bite your lower lip nervously. You can feel your heart beating out of your chest because you need to tell him, to be completely honest with him. “I’m fal–”

Hugh’s phone rings, interrupting you and he doesn’t even bother to turn his attention to it. He nods in your direction, the phone still ringing in the background. 

“You should answer that, Hugh. It can be Ryan or Shawn, or… your kids.” 

Hugh looks into your eyes and can see that the moment passed. He had a strong feeling of what you were about to say and it caused an excitement to rush through him. It gives him reassurance and certainty that you’re feeling the same way as he is. 

“Right, yeah. Sorry, baby.” Hugh pecks your lips and then reaches for his phone, seeing the caller ID. When you see Shawn’s name on the screen, you slowly climb off his lap and move to lie back down on the bed. Hugh stands from the bed and answers the phone, motioning that he’d be in the other room. 

You nod in his direction before turning to lie on your side, once more facing the large window as you stare out of it. “I’m falling in love with you, Hugh,” you mumble to yourself, to the empty bedroom once you hear the door shut behind him. 

—

The following morning, you and Hugh arrive on set and begin making your way to his trailer. You’re dressed casually in a pair of jeans with a white t-shirt and an oversized dark blue knit sweater with your taupe colored birkenstocks. You have two cameras draped over you, one digital and one film. 

There’s been an unresolved tension that lingered between you and Hugh since last night. You hadn’t tried to continue the conversation when he came back to bed after a brief phone call with Shawn and Ryan and he didn’t try to push it either. But, as you both got ready that morning, there were lingering glances, words unsaid but hung in the air, waiting for someone to just say something about last night. 

Yet, neither of you did. 

Once inside the trailer, you turn to look at Hugh and reach out for his hand. He turns around to look at you, confusion written on his features as he steps up to you. 

“Yeah, baby?” 

“Are we–” you bite your lower lip. “Should we not act like we’re in a relationship while we’re on set?” You ask honestly, releasing his hand to rest on his chest. 

“What do you wanna do?” Hugh asks. “Whatever you’re comfortable with, baby, we’ll go with that.” 

You think back to last night, how close you were to telling him that you were falling in love with him. You wanted to keep your relationship with him a secret, private, and only for you and close friends to know, but you know that’s not likely to happen. This is just another aspect of Hugh’s life, being in the public eye. 

“It’s going to eventually come out, right?” You reply, looking up at him. “Things will change once everyone knows.” 

“I know.” Hugh says quietly. “But it won’t change the way I feel about you.” 

“Okay,” you nod. “Okay.” 

Hugh tilts his head and then leans down to peck your lips. “How about we think on it, hm? See how this week goes and if you’re still sure, then we can talk about it.” 

You feel relief flood in your veins. After last night’s events, you didn’t even have time to think about what your dynamic with Hugh would be while on set. The only other people on set that know about your relationship is Ryan and Shawn and there’s a part of you that wants to tell Hugh how you feel about him before announcing to the whole world of this new relationship. 

“How do you know me so well?” you quietly laugh, bringing your hands to rest on his lower back. 

“You don’t realize how expressive you are, do you?” He smiles. “Plus, you’ve got a terrible poker face.”

You roll your eyes and then wrap your arms around his midsection, hugging him tightly to you. Despite being with him on set, you’re both going to have to work hard to keep this relationship a secret from everyone else and that means no intimate touching, no kissing – you both can’t display any affection towards each other. 

“What can I say? I wear my heart on my sleeve.” 

Hugh smiles. “I know. It’s one of the things I love about you.”

Love. It slips out of Hugh’s lips and your eyes immediately widen up in his direction to see the same shocked expression on his face. He opens his mouth to say something, but there’s a knock at the door of his trailer that stops him. 

You both don’t move to answer it though, still staring into each other’s eyes and the unresolved tension from this morning comes back. The unfinished conversation from last night now lingers in the air. 

“Hugh, it’s make-up! You ready for us?” the team calls out from the other side of the door. 

“Duty calls,” you whisper quietly, shakily. 

Hugh just nods, but he leans down to press his lips against yours. If he’s going to be filming all day, he knows he won’t be able to see you until tonight so he takes this brief moment to deepen the kiss. He can’t believe he let it slip. In his trailer of all places. 

You move your lips against his, hand moving up to tangle in his hair. You follow his movements and only pull away when you hear another knock. You take a step back, creating distance between the both of you. You want to say something, to address what he just said, but the knocking on the door becomes more persistent. With a sigh, you turn around and open the door for them, flashing them a friendly smile. 

“Hi,” you introduce yourself, telling them that you’re here early to take some behind-the-scenes shots of Hugh getting ready to film his scenes and they’re all more than happy to be involved. 

You easily move into the background, having been used to being behind the camera. He sits at the chair in front of the mirrors and when he’s not in conversation with the make-up artists, he’s glancing over at you to make sure that you’re okay. You just give him a nod and a small smile. 

This is your comfort zone, behind the camera and capturing candid moments. About half an hour later, you tell Hugh and the make-up team that you’re leaving to go and explore more of the set to capture more pictures, mentioning that you’re going to find Ryan’s trailer afterwards. Telling them that you were leaving was more for Hugh, but you don’t spare him a glance when you leave his trailer, even though you wanted nothing more than to just go up to him and give him a kiss goodbye. 

—

By the time you see Hugh again, it’s lunch time for the cast and crew. You’re looking down at your camera, scrolling through the photographs you’ve taken so far and it brings a large smile on your face. When you feel a hand rest on your lower back, you turn and look up to see Hugh. 

“I can’t believe I get to see Wolverine in action,” you tease. “My favorite superhero.”

Hugh grins down at you, wanting to reach out to pull you into his arms but he refrains. “That’s right, Wolverine’s always been your favorite, huh?” 

“Oh yeah, even more so now,” you smile. 

“Yeah? Why’s that, baby?” 

“Because of you.” 

Hugh smiles, biting his lower lip. “Because of me, hm? You like me, baby?” 

You nod, thinking back to what he said earlier that morning. “More than you know, Hugh,” you say seriously. 

Hugh looks around and notices that you’re both alone. He leans down and pecks your lips lightly, pulling away slowly. “We got a lot of things to talk about when we get back to our hotel room, huh?” 

You nod, bringing your hands up to run along his chest. “Yeah, we do.” 

“Well, I can’t wait.” Hugh takes your hands and kisses your knuckles before he releases his hold on you. “For right now, though, gimme your camera.” 

You narrow your eyes, looking up at him. “Why?” 

“What? Don’t trust me with it?” 

“Maybe…” 

Hugh feigns a shocked gasp and then lets out a quiet chuckle. “Just – Please, I promise I’ll be very careful.” 

“Fine,” you tell him. “You’re lucky I like you.” 

“Oh, I know.” Hugh winks. “Now, camera please.” 

You remove the strap from around your neck and hand him your digital camera, tilting your head up at him as you watch him play with the control. 

“Alright, now smile for me, baby.” He looks through the viewfinder and points the camera down at you, pressing down on the shutter button as the camera takes continuous photographs. 

“What? No!” you say, trying to reach out for him. “Hugh!” 

Hugh takes a step back and grins from behind the camera, using his free hand to grab your arm so that you can’t cover your face. He sees the smile on your face, eyes sparkling and he takes the picture. He feels his heart swell at the sight of you as he looks down at your camera to see the picture he had taken of you. You look so carefree, so calm and at ease, so perfectly beautiful. 

“Don’t delete that,” Hugh tells you and hands you back the camera. 

You look down at the picture he’s taken and you smile to yourself. Leave it up to Hugh to capture a picture of you that you actually like. You place the camera back around your neck, gazing up at him. “Did you have your lunch yet?” 

Hugh nods. “Yeah, baby. What about you?” 

“No, not yet. I’ve just been walking around set. I can’t believe you get to do this for a living.” 

Hugh takes your hand and leads you back to his trailer. “Yeah, I’m really lucky. I’m glad you’re here though, baby.” 

“Me too,” you smile, lacing your fingers with his. 

Once at his trailer, he opens the door for you and you step inside, removing the cameras from around your neck to set on the table. Immediately, you walk over to the couch near the end of his trailer and lie back on it with a contented sigh. Hugh smiles to himself and walks towards you, sitting down near your feet and placing it on his lap. He removes your shoes and begins massaging the bottom of your feet, watching you flinch away from his touch and bring your legs up. 

“Nope,” you tell him. 

“What? My baby ticklish, is that it?” Hugh grins, turning to face you as he grabs your ankles and pulls you to him. 

“Hugh, don’t even think about it.” 

A mischievous look flashes in his features as he moves to settle himself between your legs. “Ah, so you are ticklish. Good to know. Is it just your feet that you’re ticklish or…” his fingers move along your sides teasingly, eyes staring directly into yours. 

“Hugh!” you exclaim, reaching down to grab his wrists to pull his hands away from your body. 

Hugh smirks and grabs your wrists, pinning them above your head as he leans down, lips inches away from yours. “Aw, baby,” he says lowly, his free hand applying pressure along your side as he begins to tickle you as you erupt in a fit of laughter. He keeps his gaze on you as you continue to giggle, squirming from his touch as you struggle to get your wrists free from his grip. 

“Hugh!” you repeat in between your laughter. “Please!” 

Hugh chuckles to himself, pausing briefly to look down at you. He keeps his hold on your wrists and then brings his free hand to your cheek. “I love hearing your laugh, baby.” 

“You’re terrible,” you tease, trying to catch your breath. 

“I’m sorry,” he says with a smile, releasing his hold on your wrists as your hands move to rest on his shoulders. “Kind of.” 

You roll your eyes and lean up to peck his lips. “Hugh?” 

“Yeah, baby?” He asks, gazing into your eyes. 

“Thank you.” 

“For what?” 

“For everything.”

Hugh smiles and uses his free hand to stroke your hair back away from your face. God, he wants to tell you he loves you, but he refrains from doing so. 

Not right now. 

Not yet. 

But tonight, he will.

—

You had gone back to the hotel earlier than Hugh, already changed into one of his t-shirts and a pair of panties. He texts you that he’s on his way back and you smile to yourself, sitting up on the bed with the television playing in the background. On your computer, you transfer the photos from your camera to your hard drive, waiting for it to finish. 

You turn your head at the sound of the door opening and sees Hugh step inside, dropping his bag near the door before he makes his way towards you. You stand up from the bed and smile up at him, tilting your head at the look on his face. He looks anxious, but determined. He strides towards you and immediately wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against him. 

“I missed you.” 

“I missed you too,” you smile, your hands coming up to rest on his shoulders. “Everything okay?” 

“I love you,” Hugh blurts out, feeling the weight lift off his shoulders. “I love you. I love you. I love you.”

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[icallhimjoey]

supreme leader, would you ever write a sequel to ‘ground rules’ where our baby with joe is here and it’s just a cutesy dad!joe moment? (also wouldn’t be opposed to some smutty times as well bc i just can’t go past gotta-be-quiet-cause-the-baby’s-sleeping-but-fuck-i-want-you-right-now-new-parent-smut) heart you, as always!!

we're switching gears, everyone! sorry for the whiplash! Wordcount: 3K

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Only Have Eyes For You

(read Ground Rules here)

Joe has yet to stop staring at her.

It’s either eyes on her, or eyes on you, and even though you’re gorgeous and make his chest swell beyond what he thought his ribs could ever manage, looking at her is different.

New.

“Will you keep an eye on her?”

“Yea, of course I will. Go get some rest, please, baby.”

It’s been over an hour, and he still needs to raise a thumb up to wipe a tear from an inner corner about every thirty seconds. For several reasons, too.

It’s been five hours since you’ve given birth, and both sets of grandparents – grandparents, that sounds so fucking wild – have left evidence of their visit all over the room. There’s balloons, cards, flowers, bags with gifts in for you and for the newborn baby girl and Joe feels like they brought too much and too little. Were there for too long but left too soon. Should’ve been there right after instead of two hours later, but also maybe should’ve come to meet the baby tomorrow instead of today.

He wants to protect and hide this little girl from the world, but also needs everyone to see how gorgeous she is.

Five-hour old baby, fast asleep in her clear plastic bed that’s been placed right next to your hospital bed where you’re asleep even faster.   

He’s got no idea how much sleep he’s gotten over this weekend. Doesn’t care, either. Just knows that he’s staring at perfection no matter which way he turns, and that the small of his lower back aches because he’s been sitting in his chair weird, but this is the only way he can both touch you and see her little face.

Her perfect little face.

Joe’s got a hand around your ankle as you lie passed out in your hospital bed, finally in what seems to be a deeper sleep rather than just a quick nap, and he wishes you could stay like that for at least the next ten hours. He knows it doesn’t work like that with a newborn, and you’re obviously in a hospital which doesn’t help, but God, you deserve to sleep for a fucking lifetime.

Everything that surrounds you looks and sounds normal, so he guesses your blood pressure must be okay, but he keeps his ears pricked, just to be sure.

The birth was a long one. Almost everything you had tried preparing for hadn’t happened in the way you’d expected, which is what everyone kept telling you was going to happen, but it was still frustrating. It did however feel very fitting with how the two of you had even gotten together.

It was a good thing you managed to pull through most of the labour with humour.

Doctors and nurses had started making jokes of you becoming permanent residents when your dilation had halted at six centimeters for ages, and in return, you had started making jokes that they were going to have to start knocking before coming in, because you knew of a way to induce the labour that Joe would feel more comfortable about if he had some privacy.

“No, no, I do not–” Joe had immediately protested the first time you’d cracked the joke, and the lack of laughter coming from him plus your weird eyebrow wiggle had only made the nurses laugh louder.

“Sorry to inform you,” the doctor said in the middle of giving you another check. “But having sex will not cause labour to begin before your body is ready for delivery.”

“It won’t?” You’d acted all heartbroken. Made Joe mutter, “Jesus Christ!” under his breath, because, you were six centimeters dilated for fuck’s sake. Of course he wasn’t going to have sex with you.

“We’re still not in labour, are we?” the doctor said, insinuating that he thought you had probably tried it at home already.

“Ask him how many times we’ve had sex...” you’d challenged immediately, making Joe groan from the corner of the room where he was sort of pacing around, facing the wall more than the room, because there was another man with fingers deep inside of your vagina, talking to you about sex.

“Can we please focus on—” Joe started, equally as embarrassed as he was humoured by you.

“Once.” You answered your own question and gestured at your stomach. “One time! All it took!”

It had become a running joke between the two of you that Joe didn’t think you were going to involve so many other people in. Joe had gotten you pregnant and then hadn’t touched you since.

Not true. There had been plenty of touching. But you were super pregnant when you’d gotten together and it never felt right for Joe to insert parts of himself into parts of you that felt like they belonged to a whole different person for the time being.

Which actually made a lot of sense to you.

It was just unfortunate that hormones had made you super horny for half the pregnancy.

Hence why it had become a running joke.

One that really annoyed Joe. You were lucky that he loved to hear you laugh and to see you smile so much.

When the two of you were left alone again, Joe scolded you through a smile and pressed kisses to your temple, because you were being funny and entertaining even though you’d just gotten bad news. Again.

Joe lovingly touched your stomach, and pressed his cheek to yours as he looked down at it and said, “You’ve made it too nice in there. She doesn’t want to come out.”

“Remember when we were like, let’s do this as friends...” you joked, but Joe could hardly focus on your light tone of voice when you grabbed hold of his bicep with a strong grip.

“Idiots.” Joe commented, finding your hand and covering it with his.

“I think we would’ve been able to do it, but—”

“You think so?”

“Yea. I was very determined. But, this is nicer.” You smiled and made eye-contact with Joe. He was quick with a tissue, to dab at your wet eyes. He’d learnt to be ready for every and any emotion over the past few days; everything and anything could bring you to tears.

“I wouldn’t have been able to do it.” Joe said, smiling too. “I was already sort of head over heels if I’m honest. You were determined for two, I think.”

That had made you burst into actual sobs.

The last hour of giving birth, you’d cried non-stop. A weird silent steady leaking of water from your eyes as you struggled through the delivery. Joe guessed it was the pain – had to be, because, what the fuck was even going on? How the fuck had nature decided that this was meant to be normal? But then finally, when soft baby cries filled the room, one of the nurses said, “You’re there, you’re done. Relax, we’ll take it from here.” He’d realized then that it they were tears of exhaustion over anything else.

You’d been going for hours, and then your blood pressure did something funny after the placenta got removed, so now they wanted to keep you for a bit, which was scary. But going home with a newborn sounded even scarier, if he was honest... so he wasn’t going to complain about how uncomfortable his chair was.

Or how tired he felt.

He’d been going for hours too, but his tired was different from your tired. He could feel it in his bones, sure, but it was easy to keep his eyes open. Easy to keep staring at her. Easy to do jobs whenever someone asked him to do one.

“Mum’s done. Now, dad, come here. Pay attention.” 

And he has not been able to stop paying attention yet. He’s listening to your breathing, paying close attention to the rhythm because you’re the priority after all that’s happened. Yet he can’t keep his eyes off of his baby.

There’s a baby next to your bed.

The one he watched you gave birth to.

Your baby.

His baby.

He thumbs another tear from the corner of his eye before it leaves a wet trail down his face and uses his sleeve to dry both his eyes as he pushes his nose into his elbow for a second, not letting go of your ankle.

Life is ridiculous.

He still feels emotional over seeing you scream and cry, in pain and all sweaty. You’d performed a miracle, but it was no fun to witness how difficult the whole thing was on you. Had he not already convinced you to be with him, he would have started that quest today and would’ve likely never stopped.

When he blinks his eyes back into focus, it’s to you stirring in the white sheets of your hospital bed.

He freezes.

Maybe if he holds his breath and doesn’t make a single noise, you won’t wake up. He’s not sure how easy it’ll be to fall back asleep if you pull from your unconscious state completely. He wasn’t there when it happened – had gotten hauled off to help wash and dress his baby (the tiniest clothes he’d ever seen still too big on her, he was pouring tears as he tried to put the socks on and hated how you weren’t there to see it) – but he was informed that you lost a lot of blood and needed a lot of stitching.

After going through all of that, you’d needed stitching.

Your baby had been taken to get cleaned up, and you’d told Joe to go with her. To watch her. To stay with her and to not lose her out of his sight.

He’d listened.

Knew better than to tell you no.

But then you were left on your own, and you’d needed stitching.

You can’t move without wincing now, and Joe could probably jog home if he really wanted to. How is that fair?

Joe holds his breath, and watches you stretch your spine in your sleep before you relax again.

But then suddenly, your slow movements turn jumpy as you jolt awake with a gasp. It makes Joe jump almost just as much, and he narrowly avoids your knee to his face.

He watches you wince in pain, clearly uncomfortable, but then you immediately sink back into the mattress when your eyes find the clear plastic baby bed that holds your child, and you release a relieved breath.

“My God,” Joe whispers, already humoured by what just happened. “She’s still here, calm down.”

“Sorry,” you croak, curling a hand around the edge of the hard plastic and Joe watches your knuckles go white.

“You okay?” Joe’s already up on his feet, hand on your face to wipe your hair back.

With your eyes still closed and head slumped to the side, you softly answer, “Hmm. My vagina hurts.”

“Yea, of course.” Joe nods, unable to look at you without all the sympathy in the world displayed on his forehead. “Do you need anything for the pain?”

“I need to pee, but I don’t want to. It’s already burning.”

“I’ll go get someone.”

“Please.”

Joe gets a nurse in, and he helps you get out of the bed before you’re helped over to the toilet. Not before you tell Joe to watch her. Watch the baby.

“I’ll keep an eye,” Joe says, because he’s already found it’s his new favourite thing to do. To stare at her. “Go pee.”

The door to the bathroom is left open, and Joe listens to your conversation as he does as he’s told.

It’s a lot of, “Careful, mum. Careful. Slow movements.” coming from her, and a lot of hissing in between your teeth from you. A lot of, “Is this normal?” questions coming from you, and a lot of “If you feel this, it’s probably for this reason, which is totally normal.” answers from the nurse.

Joe gets the room and the fresh new little person all to himself for a second, and he leans all the way over your bed, feet still on the floor, his head resting in both hands as he slowly blinks at what you’ve created together.

He can’t get over how you’ve made this.

Two people have just gone and accidentally made a whole new person... it’s legitimately insane, Joe thinks.

The peeing takes longer than Joe thought it would take. He doesn’t blame you for taking your time, but he hopes that you figure out how to do it without being in pain or needing any help before you get to go home.

Joe hears a shocked gasp coming from you before you softly ask, “That’s a lot of blood. Is that a lot of blood?” followed by a toilet flushing and a reassuring, “Absolutely totally normal. Don’t worry.”

Baby is still asleep. Soundly and so peacefully, small tiny nose doing a perfect job at breathing, Joe’s already so proud of her it’s stupid.

“Well done, mum! First bathroom visit!” the nurse claps her hands together and laughs when you give a sarcastic yay in faux celebration.

You’re miserable, but Joe can hear your smile through everything and it makes his heart swell even more with pride. For you. For urinating. He’s proud because you peed, what the hell.

He shares his first secret smile with his daughter. “Mummy peed!”

You get helped back into your underwear and joggers, and Joe lets his view distract him enough that he almost doesn’t hear what you ask just before you step back into the room.

“Six weeks before sex, right?”

You’re joking, but Joe hears the serious confusion when the nurse asks, “Oh, have you not been talked through—”

“We have. Don’t listen to her.” Joe interrupts, and when he looks over his shoulder to see you shuffle back over to the bed, he catches the cheeky smile you’re trying to hide.

Before he can say anything else about how he’ll have you wait twelve weeks if you keep bringing it up, he catches your eyes flash in pain, just from your small shuffling steps, and he’s up in an instant. Pushes himself from your bed and turns to place both hands under your arms to make sure you’re safe and supported.

You hold onto him like a lifeline and pause in place for a moment.

God, the labour is done. Can you have a single second without any uncomfortable sharp pulling down there? Jesus.

You don’t see how Joe and the nurse share a look over your shoulder. The nurse is smiling at him, and Joe gives her a tired shake of his head as he rolls his eyes, quietly communicating that the girl he’s chosen to have a baby with is an actual menace.

“Maybe eight weeks?” Joe carefully jokes, hoping it’ll get you to laugh and forget about how sore you’re feeling for a second. Instead you just sigh and go, “Yea, maybe.”

You’re helped back into bed by four hands, shuffle slowly into position and leave enough room for Joe to join you.

You’re sore and tired and in a weird emotional state, and it’s simply much nicer to be all of those things squeezed tightly up against him. Joe knows to curl into you with his whole body and lays an arm over your pillow for you to place your head on. It gives the both of you the perfect view of your baby.

Your baby.

You feel a flash of want for her. To have her in your arms. Against your chest. To hold and hug and keep her close. But she’s asleep and you’re not quite sure what to do when she wakes up. What if she cries and you can’t get her to stop? This is safer.

You can both just watch her.

“I’ll be back in thirty minutes,” the nurse says after checking a file, and you ask, “To help me feed her?”

The nurse smiles, says, “Yea sure, that too.” and leaves.

You make a funny face, confused, and look at Joe like you think she was being rude.

“To check on you.” Joe softly says, and your face drops immediately.

“Oh. Yea. But I feel fine, now.” your focus is barely on yourself. There’s this whole other brand new human to be worried about.

“Hmm. Okay. Think you can sneak a little more sleep before she’s back?”

“Probably not.” you say, but Joe sees how you close your eyes anyway. Feels how you carefully move your hips back a little to feel more of Joe against your body. Feels how you grab onto his arm and firmly press it into your stomach that’s still big and round, but all soft and squishy now.

“Can you try?” Joe whispers, lips touching the shell of your ear.

“Will you watch her?” you’re already sinking away. Joe’s body heat is pulling you under quicker than he’d anticipated.

“Of course I will,” Joe says, but lies, and watches you for a moment instead. You’re his priority. Thinks it’s silly how you wouldn’t accept that if he told you. “I’ll watch her.” he confirms, not lying then, because he’s talking to his daughter as he says it.

Joe watches you until he feels you drop of the deep end. Feels you relax in a way he’s not felt you relax in ages.

After a while Joe repeats, “I’ll watch her.” in a barely-there whisper before he places a barely-there kiss against your cheek as you sleep.

His gaze moves back to the small baby girl in the room, and Joe’s eyes immediately well up again.

It’s stupid how even just the sight of her feels new and unexpected again. Like he’s seeing her for the first time once more.

And he simply finds that, once again, it’s so easy to stare.

Finds he can’t stop staring.

“Yea, I’ll keep an eye,” Joe whispers to himself. Thumbs another tear from his inner corner before it can run down his face and bother you.

“I’ll keep an eye.”

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[paintedonmyteeth]

GHOSTFACE! ⋆｡°✩👻🔪

Ohmygod look a Ghost. Ghostface posting ha??? How fuckin’ cool is that????? I think it’s pretty neat :)) And speaking of Ghostface I’ve gotten too fond of this man recently (besides my beloved Pyramid Head ofc), so I thought why tf not give it a whack and write something of this doofus??? And bc this is a first writing smth for Ghostface, I’ve decided go with DBD’s Ghostface, Danny Johnson because I found him pretty easy to navigate with lore-wise and much easier to invent things with this silly little man, (Stu Macher was one to come to mind but I decided no bc Danny looked more fun to write besides a Ghostface from Scream movie franchise). So yeah, anymore posts of this menace in the future is mainly going to be surrounding Danny Johnson.

OFF TOPIC NOTE BUT— recently I’ve been considering of maybe opening up requests with writing head canons and things for Pyramid Head and Ghostface for the fun of it besides mainly writing things for myself, a possibility some time in the future, but for now I’m sticking with reblogs and randomly writing things whenever an idea comes to me. Anyways moving onto my fucking shenanigans now—

It’s been some weeks then and unbeknownst to you, you had grabbed the attention of the infamous killer in Roseville.

Another few days in and you’re already noticing some peculiar shit going on. Some of your stuff’s missing, you found your lock on your door open, you got a strange call from somebody. Shit be getting pretty fuckin’ creepy and you’re not liking it one bit.

Ofc Danny wouldn’t give a shit— it’s all going so smoothly and according to plan! Sooner or later from there he’ll get to reveal himself as your stalker and the hunt officially begins once you pick up that phone.

It’s all going way too fuckin’ smooth, hell it’s smooth sailing for this man, and then he’ll cut to the chase and finally go in for the kill to immortalizing his next victim in his header for tomorrow’s papers.

BUT NO- apparently he underestimated you, fucking severely, and you ended up surviving his attack and the invasion into the personal space of your very own home. Danny was shocked overall, he’d least expect you to be shitting your pants from fear, because everybody in Roseville would know about his reputation.

Of course Danny was pretty pissed, a smart one that you are. But at the same time, after watching you countlessly and seeing you in action, he found you rather interesting in some ways.

And now he’s stalking you almost every night — for different reasons of course. He had the rule for himself to never get attached to any of victims but he couldn’t resist this magnetic pull towards you for some reason. Of course he might still try to kill you here and there, otherwise where’s the fun if he’s not keeping you on your toes???

He’s making this shit confusing for you, you don’t know if he’s either wanting to kiss you or kill you, hell, it could be both.

And you shouldn’t be surprised at all due to the fact that this mf’s going to be showing up at your house guaranteed. You might tell him to buzz off but he won’t. :)

Even though he knows your name he’s already coming at ya with the fuckin’ nicknames, like: Bunny, little mouse, brat (lovingly), babes, sweetheart, literally anything he could think of for you.

Obsessive behaviour be really fucking cooking.

Overtime you somehow got used to Ghostface’s looming presence no matter how much of a flirtatious nuisance he is and it sort of sprouted into a weird dynamic from there.

And Danny on the other hand is obviously not getting bored of you at all any time soon, it’s never going to fucking happen bae. But you still find him annoying most of the time whenever he comes swinging by. And now you have Roseville’s infamous serial killer utterly fond with you and never letting you go. Can’t have shit in fuckin’ Roseville. >:((

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[petrichorium]

BAM: Flower Crowns

in which gojo satoru, your beloved king and betrothed, knows his time is best spent in your company riling you up.

gojo satoru x fem!reader

word count: 2.5k reader: fem (she/her pronouns, fem terms, fem clothing including dresses) tags: fluff, royal au, childhood friends to lovers, once again hes pushy n the reader's a lil bit hesitant but hed stop if she rlly wanted, vague references to violence note: see i was gonna do a few lil scenes but the first one got away from me.... but basically the period of him courting the reader (which full disclosure isnt technically courting bc that should be happening before one proposes but this occurs while theyre engaged bc Gojo Didnt Get That Memo but i digress) is just him being WILDLY inappropriate for cultural standards, everyone silently pitying the reader, and the reader having a whole ton of conflicting emotions but ultimately rlly liking it 😭😭😭

usurper!gojo tag || masterlist

“they say you’re inhuman, you know.” you’ve finished the flower chain. his eyes don’t stray from your fingers as they nimbly connect the two ends and tie them together with a final stem into a thick circlet. “they said it a lot that night. they said you were the gods’ fury made mortal.”

he snickers. “how dramatic.”

you lift yourself up onto your thighs, shuffle towards him further and reach out, and he bows his head to let you place your creation upon it. your hand trails down when you let go, drifting over his ear and along his jaw as he lifts his head from its bow to look at you. you certainly mean to pull it away but his hand beats you to it, darting up to keep your palm against his cheek as you settle back down on the backs of your heels.

“i know why they came to that conclusion,” you say. “you terrified me when i saw you.”

“did you think me inhuman?”

you hum, eyes tracing along the band of flowers now gracing his forehead, falling to rest on his hand over yours. “no. never. monstrous, perhaps. odious. but very human.”

Satoru finds you out on the grounds, tucked away at the edge where the manicured gardens give way to rough forest. The weather has been turbulent, but for the first time since the coup there’s enough sun to stand being outside the castle longer than a scant few minutes. You’d said that morning that you planned to venture out, now that early spring flowers were beginning to bloom.

You’re cloaked in heavy furs, layers of skirts and wool protecting you from the cold, all elaborate garments that he’s gifted you. It's adorable (satisfying) to see you dressed up in his presents. He tells you as much when he finds you, delves into the treeline long before you see him so that he can sneak up upon you and whisper it into your ear to make you yelp and jump away.

“You mongrel,” you accuse with wide eyes and a hand on your heart as you work to steady your breathing. “Have you no respect for your future wife?”

“Ah, she admits it readily now? Progress.”

Your face twists as if someone has struck you. He chooses to ignore it and drops to sit sprawled out on the grass, beckoning unabashedly for you to join him on his lap. You won’t relent, he’s well aware, but he’ll have his desires known either way.

“Presumptuous,” you say. He'd die a happy man if you kissed him as many times as you called him that, but in lack of the former he’ll be content with the latter.

“Sit with me, my queen. I've missed you.”

“I am not yet your queen, Satoru,” you correct out of obligation. “You saw me an hour ago, we ate together.”

“Ah, but every moment apart is agony.” Satoru wonders if you know how serious he is beneath the breezy tone. From the way you wrinkle your nose, he doubts it.

“You have a meeting with your advisors now. You should not be out here.”

He pouts. “But you’re out here, and if I have to spend more time with those old fools than you today then I'll throw a tantrum tomorrow.”

You roll your eyes, let out a sigh that sounds long-suffering, but you shift your skirts and ease yourself down to sit gracefully before him with your legs tucked next to you. His threats aren’t empty and you know it.

“Fine.” You look down, as if inspecting the grass, spreading fingers along the blades as you begin to pluck wildflowers. Then you pause and glance up at him. “Remove those… oh, whatever they are. Let me see your eyes unhindered, at least.”

“Anything for my darling bride,” he coos at you, immediately doing as asked. He’d have done so anyway, if only to watch you lose yourself in staring when he reveals his eyes, catching yourself once he blinks and snapping your head back to the ground to busy yourself once more with plucking your blooms.

“How do you see a thing through those,” you grumble lowly, certainly just to break yourself from being flustered. It works too well; Satoru immediately jumps on the chance you’ve given him.

“Would you like to try them?” he asks, but doesn’t wait for a response, mind already conjuring an image of you draped in every golden chain and precious stone gracing his chambers.

He removes them from his face, pulling the chain from around his neck, and swiftly transfers them to yours before you can refuse—tilts your head up to look at him and tugs your hair out of the way with deft fingers, eases the gilded extremities onto your ears and lets the pads of his digits linger on either side of your head before pulling away. Pausing in your work and tilting your head back down to peer at him over the top of the frames, you blink at him owlishly from behind the glass, unused to staring through it. Precious, he thinks, and wishes briefly to kiss you—but he has to be smart about kissing you, calculating. Too much attention too fast and you have a tendency to pull away from him like the ebbing tide. It's agony for him, wanting nothing more than to hold you as much as he wishes, but as much as he wants there’s very little he hates more than when you tense under his touch and turn away from him.

“They suit you better,” he tells you, because they do. You look good adorned with jewelry of his design. “You oughtn’t wear them in public, though, or all the courtiers will be scrambling to get themselves a pair. Just for me, I suppose.”

Your nose wrinkles at the mention of your newfound influence, eyes darting to the side and lower lip pouting, an expression that makes him cast aside all his convoluted schemes to ease you into his affections. He leans down to peck at your lips, kiss away the pout, gone before you can complain. It’s fast enough that you don’t immediately recoil and give him a lecture on decorum, or perhaps you’re simply getting more used to it.

Satoru’s attention doesn’t stray as you return to your work. You’ve gravitated towards flowers with long stems, he realizes; collected them in a pile on your skirts, which you seem to have deemed large enough as you pick a notably long one up and begin to string them together in a chain. You don’t bother removing his glasses either, simply allowing them to slide down to the end of your nose. The golden chain clinks softly with every movement of your head.

He wonders when you learned to make them. You’ve always been so careful about the skills you acquire, but he thinks perhaps your mother might have taught you. Or his aunt, for how much she loves flowers, and for how much of her time as queen (he’s been told anyway) was spent doing such frivolous things as making daisy chains in the gardens. You’re so very meticulous with your actions, every choice carefully constructed. He knows you’ve been doing that less and less around him—perhaps it’s finally sinking in that he cares very little about your actions, that he finds everything you do to be enthralling. More likely you’ve exhausted yourself trying. You’ve certainly exhausted yourself attempting to rein him in, though he’d like to believe you’re beginning to allow yourself to enjoy his antics.

Posterity, he thinks, will paint him as you do—bold, brash, uncaring of tradition, unapologetic in pursuit of a woman far beneath his status. There are a great many reasons you hesitate to marry him, he doesn’t blame you for your doubt. Certainly when he was younger he’d never imagined himself the type of man you’d end up betrothed to; he couldn’t count on his fingers the number of more suitable matches for the both of you in the eyes of society, but whereas in his youth he might silence himself and go along with the whims of his advisors he’s lost all sense of decency now. His close call with death and the coup he’d spent years preparing for had rid him of any desire to compromise, and he stands now in a position where he can certainly refuse the very people who once held sway over him. And you appreciate all of that, he knows it. It’s one of the reasons he adores you so; beneath your veneer of decorum lies not a lady but a queen with desires all too different from those you’ve been forced to portray. He’s always known this, and to an extent he can’t find it within himself to regret the events that have led him to where he is today because if they hadn’t transpired he wouldn’t have you.

Satoru remembers a time in his youth when his mother made a passing mention that she enjoyed a certain hairstyle on young girls—two long braids, tied with ribbons. For months afterward all the upcoming court ladies wore it diligently, yourself included. He found it painful to see on you until he discovered that they made a lovely way to pull your nose from a book and fix your attention onto him, and that he could tug on the ribbons at the ends until they unfurled and he could pocket them to return later by tying them around the necks of one of his hunting dogs and sending it after you.

(If he were the kind of man you’d marry without hesitation he’d feel remorse for his childhood actions. Instead he’s the man you will marry, and he plots how to steal one of your hair ribbons again and return it in the same way. For memory’s sake.)

“They say you’re inhuman, you know.” You’ve finished the flower chain. His eyes don’t stray from your fingers as they nimbly connect the two ends and tie them together with a final stem into a thick circlet. “They said it a lot that night. They said you were the Gods’ fury made mortal.”

He snickers. “How dramatic.”

You lift yourself up onto your thighs, shuffle towards him further and reach out, and he bows his head to let you place your creation upon it. Your hand trails down when you let go, drifting over his ear and along his jaw as he lifts his head from its bow to look at you. You certainly mean to pull it away but his hand beats you to it, darting up to keep your palm against his cheek as you settle back down on the backs of your heels.

“I know why they came to that conclusion,” you say. “You terrified me when I saw you.”

“Did you think me inhuman?”

You hum, eyes tracing along the band of flowers now gracing his forehead, falling to rest on his hand over yours. “No. Never. Monstrous, perhaps. Odious. But very human.”

“You wound me. I might die by your cruelty.”

“Die, then.”

Satoru makes a show of it just for you. Falling back to sprawl on the ground, he gags violently, stabbing at his own heart with an invisible knife and convulsing with his tongue hanging out until you shriek for him to stop, voice filled with giggles. He takes that as a cue to still, to fall limp as if truly dead with eyes fluttering shut—then beckons you closer.

“I need…” he rasps out, barely audible.

You indulge him and do so. “My king?”

“…iss…”

“What?”

“True love’s kiss,” he repeats louder, pursing his lips expectantly. He doesn’t truly think you’ll do it, and you don’t—you lean in like you will, but bypass his lips entirely and bite his cheek instead.

He yelps, just for you, just so you’ll feel accomplished. And so he can see your smile, hear the smugness in your voice as you say, “It’s a miracle, you’ve come back to life.”

But he doesn’t give you weakness for free. No, he snakes his arms around your waist before you can pull back, and uses the grip to all but pull you on top of his lap as he sits up. Perhaps it’s his lack of insistence on you giving him a kiss, or perhaps he’s simply started to break down your walls enough, but whichever it is you don’t protest. Instead you seem to find flaws in the flower crown you’ve gifted him. Your lips purse, hands coming up to fiddle with the blooms. He realizes that he can’t stand a single moment of your attention on anything other than him, even if your fingers are nearly tangled in his hair.

“If I return to court with a crown of flowers made by my lover still on my head, do you suppose they’ll think me less inhuman?”

Your face falls at the suggestion, eyes widening in mortification. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“It's far more comfortable than that heavy gold. And I happen to personally adore the artisan who made it, so—”

“I don't trust you anymore, take it off! You’ve lost the right!” You attempt to remove it, but he reacts with the very reflexes that make him so inhuman, uses that monstrous height to lift his head higher than you can reasonably reach, though it doesn’t stop you from trying.

“It'd be rude of me to refuse a gift, my queen.” Laughing, Satoru holds you back with ease, eager for the excuse to put his hands all over you while you’re too worked up to feel self-conscious.

“Not yet,” you wail. “Not your queen yet, you knave!”

“Mine either way, though,” he replies smugly with a playful tug to the chain you still wear. “Covered in my presents. It’s only fair that I get to display a token you’ve given me, no?”

“No, it is not. You’ve stolen all of my outerwear and replaced it with these, I've no other choice. But you will not return to your advisors displaying that—that childish trifle, I won't allow it, you will not expose to the court that I made such a thing for yo—oh!”

He tackles you to the ground, careful not to even knock the wind out of you, though he steals your breath the moment you’re safe in his arms by pulling you into a kiss to keep you from talking further. He’d intended it to be faster, but his nose crashes into the tinted spectacles still upon your face and he’s filled with such ardor that he can’t help but deepen it.

Your hand slides behind his head, threads through his hair. He feels you snap a single stem between your fingers. The crown comes apart just as he takes a moment to pull away, and the flowers fall to scatter in the grass beneath him, a halo around your head. There’s a little smile on your face, your chest huffs with quiet laughter, and your palm slides down to the base of his hair. You use that hold and your other hand, which has fisted his tunic, to yank him down and connect your lips again.

Above, a cloud passes. Satoru can feel the sun shine warm on his back, hear the wind in the budding trees, smell the bite of melting snow and the petals of your wildflowers, yet there’s nothing that could distract him from the feeling of your kiss. His eyes close, he pushes closer though he hardly needs to with the way you still tug on his shirt. His arm comes up to brace next to your head, just to make sure he’s holding his own weight rather than crushing you, and the other leaves your waist to trail down your thigh and grip beneath your knee, shifting your leg to hook around him. If your mouth weren’t occupied he thinks you’d be lecturing him for such an obscene display in a place where anyone could stumble upon you—so he does well to keep it occupied, refusing to part even as your grip on his tunic loosens and he’s forced to grab your newly freed hand to pin it to the ground with fingers intertwined.

It's the first time you’ve ever kissed him. He already plots how to push you into doing it again when he finally pulls away, eyes locked on your swollen lips.

[saetoru]

I know it's been a while since your blue lock era but have you heard that the Nagi and Reo spinoff is getting a movie?

Unrelated but the thought of ex convict Geto just being so gentle and smilely with his girls and all the other mother just watching him. Or maybe they are all waiting for their kids to be dismissed from school and have small talk about random things and all the moms realize he is the whole package. Hot, attentive, funny, etc.

NO I DIDNT HEAR TY FOR TELLING ME !!! i must catch up on bllk i rly rly rly miss it so much genuinely sobs my baby sae calls to me every time i stare at the comm it might be the loveliest comm i have ever gotten

ANYWAYYYYYYYYY I RAISE U THIS !! the pre school teacher is young, not much younger than u and suguru. she meets him 1-on-1 one day after he runs a little late to picking them up and has to stay with the girls till he shows up. she’s a bit annoyed that the guy with tattoos is late bc she’s heard about him—heard that he’s jobless and has a history of trouble. she can’t help but think to herself how he must be a lazy, unbothered parent who accidentally knocked up some chick and has taken that chance to leech off of her as he “stays for the kids.”

and then. he comes jogging up, out of breath and so, so apologetic as he rambles a string of sorry’s and it won’t happen again’s. she’s frozen—watches as the girls quickly run up to him, feels her heart skip two beats—maybe three—when he chuckles softly and says in that smooth and low voice, “hello ladies, how was school? did we do some learning? that’s important, y’know.”

nanako answers first, as she always does—she’s always the center of attention. “i dissected an owl pellet daddy,” she grins happily, “mimiko didn’t help.”

mimiko speaks up from the side, “it was gross.”

he nods, serious as ever, listening attentively as they babble and go on about their day. it’s like this is the most important part—like the world doesn’t exist when it’s his girls, like no one else matters. he gives the occasional mhm and oh, really? and oh wow! as they ramble. this might be the most their teacher has witnessed mimiko speak all year. and then he looks up and spots her, realizes she’s there and gives her the most sheepish smile she’s ever witnessed before clearing his throat.

“i’m so sorry about this,” he says gently, genuinely—like he really is sorry he’s late and like he never meant for it to happen. she’s starting to realize he didn’t, that when it comes to his girls, he takes everything seriously. including picking them up on time.

“no, that’s okay,” she mumbles softly, giving him a smile. his earrings aren’t so bad up close—in fact, they suit him really well. “the girls are a joy to be around, they’re very well behaved.”

“good,” he chuckles smoothly, grinning down at them in pride, “they get that from their mother. i’m a bit of a trouble maker,” he says fondly—and the mere thought of you softens his eyes, makes them a shade lighter as they brighten up.

right—their mother. you. he has a wife, maybe a girlfriend. she doesn’t see a ring on his finger—but either way, he’s taken. somehow, there’s a pit of disappointment weighing in her gut, sinking to her stomach and making her taste bile.

“oh, well, you guys have a beautiful family,” she smiles tightly. how did he win her over so fast—how did he manage to steal her heart so quickly? this is inappropriate, he’s the father of her students. a taken one at that—but geto is so smooth, so surprisingly gentle with an air of mystery that just makes him so desirable.

and then he slings both of his daughters’ backpacks over both his shoulders, grabs their hands and smiles sweetly as he says, “see you tomorrow!”

she hears him murmur a distant, wanna visit mommy at work? and the chorus of yeah! let’s see mommy! from the two girls. it makes her realize that maybe she was wrong about geto suguru. and somehow, she really really wishes she wasn’t—it’d be easier that way.

[galaxywhale]

can’t complain too much because I also didn’t help organise anything but I feel like Christmas really highlights the lack of community and connections me and my family have lol

I just talked to my mum and turns out I might not even see my sister + her partner tomorrow because they’re busy with all of his family stuff and I’m like damn wish I had family stuff happening lol, like yeah ok she’s stressed because she’s working out the schedule for two different family events for both sides of his family and fitting things in but at least she has something that she’s doing that’s notable in some way

and like I’m pretty sure my uncle + his family are going to be around because he literally broke his hip like 2 weeks ago so he won’t be able to travel to his wife’s family like they normally did but I’ve suggested a few times we go see them and mum’s so resistant to the idea for no reason that I can work out?? she gets annoyed at him sometimes but they have a pretty decent relationship lol but no the idea of actually doing something with family is out apparently

I’m sure we’ll have a nice day tomorrow but it’s going to be exactly the same kind of day that I could have dropping by their place for dinner after work on a random day any time of the year and I don’t know why I care bc it’s not like I even think Christmas is a particularly special day but it would be nice to like. Do something different y’know? But instead I’m here trying to hide that I’m trying not to cry on the phone because apparently once again we’re doing nothing 🙃 and like I said, I didn’t really organise anything either but it’s hard when it feels like I’m the only one who ever wants to do anything and I’m fighting against them (and mum in particular) when I actually try and think about organising anything

Part of me just wishes I had like.. an actual relationship with my extended family too idk lol and I know that could be on me too but I’ve already established I am Bad At Relationships

[bonesandthebees]

Strings!Techno my beloved. Actually all of them, but Techno dropping how insane everything is because he’ll get to blow up a government building is killing me. Also the fact that he’s so prepared. What was he planning? Niki is also a mood. She too, is way too on board with blowing shit up. Jack is the only sane one, but who can say no to a little bit of terorism?

Now I’m really curious who Phil was switching with. Was it Kristin? Or was it just a random person? It’s funny that Phil has known for a while. He’s probably able to tell. I wonder if the coffee was a test. How much milk does Wilbur put in his coffee? Either way, Phil has already semi-adopted Tommy. Probably because he trusts Lady Death and the strings so their has to be a reason. Maybe he also knows that you get a life you really want and Tommy clearly just wanted a family.

Also, the end of the chapter took me a bit to figure out, but I suppose the idea is that Wilbur switched with Tommy, so while Tommy is in Wilbur’s body in the past, Wilbur is on Tommy’s body in the present. So you know, suddenly your entire town has been destroyed and you don’t know where you are or what happened. Good fun. You really like putting Wilbur through the ringer.

Speaking of which... I KNEW IT. I didn’t expect you to actually make them talk though. Or more like the universe. It makes him talk to a Tommy that doesn’t remember him and then it throws a comet at him to kill him. Damn. Or in this timeline he suddenly ends up on a mountain looking at his flooded village. Someone give him emotional compensation. Like Lady Death is trying to fix it, so it’s a good thing Wilbur won’t remember.

-🌲

LMAO i'm so glad you liked that bit bc that was a very early thing i came up with when i was planning strings. I was like "oh techno would be so down to blow up a government building they wouldn't need to convince him of anything else." and niki's anarchist tendencies are also shining through as she finally gets an excuse to put her demolition knowledge to good use. poor jack.

regarding phil, although I didn't include it in the fic I'd like to think he was switching with kristin when he was younger :)

you know i was so tempted to say "yeah the coffee was a test!" but I can't bullshit that I didn't even consider that I just was describing how I take my coffee in the morning (just milk). however, that's a very good idea so if anyone else asks me I'm gonna tell them that was intentional and phil was testing tommy with that /j

phil pretty much got his suspicions confirmed on the day tommy, techno, and him all hiked up to the shrine and tommy started asking him about the strings connecting people who had never met before and all that jazz. so he's had it figured out for a while, but when 'wilbur' woke up and suddenly started shouting about the town getting destroyed, that's when phil decided to confront him about it.

and yeah, phil trusts the strings quite a bit so he knows if this kid is connected to his family, then he's probably a good kid who is connected for a reason.

yes that's exactly what the end implies! you'll see tomorrow but yeah, wilbur is in tommy's body three years in the future with the town being destroyed. he's not gonna have a good time when he wakes up.

YEAHHH YOU GUESSED IT. we'll get a bit of insight into wilbur's thoughts on seeing tommy on the train next chapter, but yeah the poor guy has literally had such a rough time of it.

[mrsman]

I don’t hate peter I hate how much he hurts me I wish I could make him feel what I feel of being rejected and abandoned so maybe he’d stop doing it to me but he theoretically knows and it’s a waste of time

I’m bidding for attention I won’t even get bc I blocked him on here so what is my issue what’s my damage well if he finds a way around it to see it then why stalk to that degree but not be with me it doesn’t click to me doesn’t make sense it infuriates me I just want to be loved why be so obsessed but not present so I set traps like a child

I am being childish I only consider one guy to be with and legit I don’t even want him I just want to feel validated that it would’ve been a good match and I wasn’t crazy for liking him and it wasn’t okay for those people to shame me for having the feelings that I had I’m so tired of feeling ashamed of my romantic feelings why can’t I love someone in peace why does it always have to be this way so desperate and shameful

Why do I have to carry this burden not only am I “too perfect” for the person I want to be with but he told me I’d be humiliating myself to take him back so I feel humiliated and I expect people to agree but no one does my therapist my friends my family all support me and say it’s okay and I’m brave to want to forgive him and continue but he doesn’t see it that way I guess and I can’t know different he doesn’t tell me different I was too chicken shit to acknowledge anything I felt we spoke about “in the spirit” and he responded in kind and I read rejection

I wanted him to forgo my words and show me some kind of movement some kind of change some kind of desire and he offers me closure instead it was like he twisted everything I said to fit his agenda yet again he wasn’t listening if the reality is that we are so connected and talking to one another then why is he still not listening to me I don’t want to yell and get closure by having you leave again I don’t want this door closed you want it closed stop asking me to close it because when I tried you refused and stuck your foot in the door that was you

You won’t let go now but you’re still not around and every day the space you used to occupy grows wider and gnaws at me it’s supposed to get easier right no it gets harder and more acutely painful more precise cuts in the gut and heart I am struggling so much without you but you don’t want to be here or you’d be here am i wrong about that? I even unblocked your number I don’t know why I prayed and God said it so I did it but that’s it and now what

I’m giving up on giving up I guess I’m just leaving the door open you don’t have to lunge for it or put your foot in it it’s open come whenever you like you have my permission I don’t want to care and try to control anymore but I have to care just not control and I’m struggling this is some of the hardest shit I’ve ever had to do and it irks me that I’m getting no foreseeable reward or relationship it’s like the echos are there like yea yea you love me it’ll work out but who can really say sure God and your dad and Alex and my mom and Susan but I can’t conceptualize it and I’m struggling so much

Everything is so difficult I don’t know how people go from being with their one the one the person made for them and just stop loving them or at least put the love away and move forward how do they do that I can’t figure it out and I don’t want to either I just want to protect myself by understanding at least that I’m not being stubborn I’m just genuinely doing what I’m being told is right and this is right we’re gonna be together right? Right. So I guess I sit and I wait. Yes you have my permission. I don’t want to give it yet unless you’re ready and willing but I won’t know I’ll never know until you speak up so I guess I’ll put down my answer as yes sure. If God says no wait then I’ll come back and take this down or change my answer to not yet.

Until tomorrow then.

3/5

[angelplummie]

OFFICIAL HAIKYUU TALL GIRL FUCKERS

HAIKYUU X F!READER

smut

masterlist

warnings: size kink, face sitting, L bombs, dirty talk, slightly rough? not even tho, cockwarming, fluffiness

this is for my tall girlies that got rejected by their crush in school bc they were too tall. go fuck yourself gus i hope you die. now there will be some short girl slander here so if ur short and sensitive i recommend you do not read. I’ll repeat myself, no short girl behaviour in my replies por favor.

USHIJIMA

man this dude LOVES tall girls

I may be bias but man look at this dude

i think he would just generally want someone closer to his height, he doesn’t get off to his s/o being smaller than him at all

if anything, if they were too much smaller it might ick him out a bit, he would feel a bit creepy being enormous and having a tiny little gf

He thinks tall girls have a certain elegance, even if you don’t see it, he thinks your beauty is ethereal and unmatched

which is why when you get insecure because your only a little bit (if at all) shorter than him, he makes sure to show you he doesn’t mind in the easiest way possible: ploughing the doubt from your mind

“Toshi- Toshi, ahhhhhh!” You cry as he hooks your beautiful legs over his shoulders and continues to rut into you like a man possessed. He grips your calves, staring down at the way your long body ricochets with every thrust. Your arms are splayed against the mattress and your fingers grip the sheets, face scrunched up with overwhelming stimulation. He watched as his cock is completely swallowed by your puffy pussy, cream surrounding the base every time he moves. Giving a chaste kiss to your calve, Ushijima tilts his head back in a groan, fucking you hard but sensually.

“See? Isn’t this...” he grunted,”Isn’t this better for me? If you were any smaller, I’d break you.”

Pussy pulsing, the back of your head digs into your pillow and you moan like a little bitch. His hips work against you, the piston of him thick cock making you twitch, you were close. Effortlessly he hits your g-spot, which has you clenching around him.

He groans.

“You’re so tight, still got a little pussy, mmh.”

Now his thrusts were getting faster and messier, stoping the grind and now just ploughing your wet little hole.

“Toshi-!” you pleaded,”i’m gonna cum!”

“Me too, Y/N, C’mere.”

he pushes your legs back down either side of his waist and bends over your shaking body. He puts one elbow either side of your head, hips still sloppily fucking you. One hand reaches to hold your face and he goes down to kiss you. You whimper in his mouth and he shoves his tongue lovingly down your throat. He moans deep and stutters his hips to a stop, cock nestled deep inside of you, and he cums. You sob into his sweet kiss and cum with him as he stuffs you full of his thick semen. He pants, pulling away from your mouth only for a second where he gives you another impassioned kiss. Forehead to forehead, you breathe together, a warm quiet filling the room.

“I love you Y/N.”

“I love you Toshi.”

BOKUTO

mmm wants u to have his babies

something about tall women makes him want to breed

and you have such good child bearing hips, he can’t help but stare as you walk

He thinks ur kids would be such good athletes <3

your long big sexy thighs drive him wild you don’t even know, u cannot fathom the magnitude that this man wants to bite them

i do think he would also date short girls too, and maybe he did in the past

so when you see photos of him with his ex who is tiny ur like ‘oh :(’ cuz ur literally nothing like her

when he sees you scrolling thru her ig he asks you what ur doing

ur like ‘nothing :/‘ he’s like ‘😗 this shit won’t fly’

after enough questioning ur like ‘well it’s just... she’s a lot smaller than you... and me... and idk... i just didn’t know you were into that’

oho u gonna be walking funny tomorrow

He has you on your stomach, ass in the air for him, pounding you from the back. holding ur arms to keep you as close to him as possible, yanking you back against his heavy thrusts.

“Who’s my girl? Who am I fucking right now?”

“m-me!”

he half groans half laughs, fingers digging into your soft skin.

“That’s right baby, you’re my girl, my pretty little girl. She’s old news you got that?”

Instantly you nod against the squeaking bed. He loves the sound you let out every time he fills you completely, he revels in the sight of your long back arched for him.

“Good girl.”

Nearly drenched, your wet cunt leaves a little slick on his balls, weeping down your thighs. He reaches underneath and rubs your clit in tight circles, groaning as he feels your cunt tighten and pulse.

“Yeah, yeah,” he says breathily, voice becoming gruffer,”Ohh yeah, you like that? You like this?”

He gave it a slight slap, and you jolted a little, whimpers escaping your smushed lips.

“You’re my girl now yeah? Wouldn’t change you, wouldn’t, You’re-You’re perfect. Wanna breed you, make perfect little babies.”

You turn you bleary eyes to look back at him, and you give him a dumb little smile. His heart melts and his cock throbs, and his speed increases with vigor. The pump of his cock inside of you is driving you insane, drool dampening the sheets. You’re so lost in the feeling of him inside you filling you to the brim, you forget why you were so upset to begin with.

“Ohhh baby i’m close,” growls, hands now wrapping around the base of your waist, pushing you into the bed so he can pound you like a machine.

“Gonna fill you with my cum baby, gonna breed your pussy, don’t you want that?”

“Yes, yes Kou, please,” you cry, and it doesn��t take much more for him to release his fat load inside your spasming walls with a surprisingly high moan.

Pushed over the edge with the feeling of his cum, you scream, cumming as he still fucks it back into you. As you come down you expect him to let up, but he doesn’t, he just keeping whining and fucking you like he was before.

“Kou, what, what are-“ you can harley for a sentence, overstimulated and disoriented.

“Gotta- hnghhh- make sure it takes, breed you one more time. Ok? You can do that for me can’t you?”

You have little choice but to take it.

HINATA

doesn’t give a shit hes shorter than you

like not at all

like not at ALL at all

before u guys were dating he jacked off the the thought of your perfect body, those long ass legs, those thighs

oh my god he loves ur thighs

sorry but why is hinata one of them dudes that like begs you sit on his face? like can he chill? he’s so intense about it LMAO

ur like i will crush ur skull and hes like i’m willing to risk that

and when you sit on it you just hover cuz you don’t want him to literally die, but he’s like “when i say sit i mean SIT ma i got a thick skull”

doesn’t care that ur ‘bigger’ than him, knows ur a whiny girl at heart

just wants to take care of you n make u cream, not much to ask is it?

“You’re like two inches from my face, sit down.”

You squeak as he yanks your hips into his face, mouth finally connecting with what he’s been waiting for all day, hell, all his life.

“Shoyo! Shoyo, I’m gonna hurt you, I’m gonna- fuuuuck,” you breathe out as he starts suckling on your precious clit.

“Stop worrying Y/N, I got you, see?” he squeezes your thighs, showing he can hold you up.

“I-I don’t know, i’m kinda heavy...” You glance down at your boyfriend. His head looks small in comparison to your thighs, and you feel guilty even though he begged you to let him do this. Your guilt is eased somewhat by the look of stifling intensity on his face. His warm brown eyes stare into yours, you found it so flustering before? but now you can’t look away. His soft orange hair is tousled and mussed, framing his face, yet somehow he still makes you weak, even from underneath you.

“It’s nothing, really, I’ve got you. Let me make you feel good. Please?”

You wait a moment, then nod, and he dives right back in. Shaky hands reach forward to the bed frame steadying yourself as he tongues your wet folds. He groans into you at the taste, making you exhale at the vibration.

He licks your whole labia happily, flat lick all over that make you squirm. His dick was hard as anything, pulsing uncontrollably in his boxers. The tip had been dribbling pre the second you gave him a good look at his favourite girls pussy.

He makes you fall apart on top of him over and over until your knees buckle and you do actually end up nearly crushing him if it weren’t for those enormous arms of his holding you steady.

He’s done when he says he is, so, obviously, you’re in for a long night.

OIKAWA

power couple alert ‼️‼️

imagine u two tall ass hotties strutting around hand in hand like it’s nobodies business!

in his eyes, you are the most stunning person he’s ever seen so he can’t fathom how you could possibly dislike your height

over the years of being together, he’s really boosted your confidence, you don’t even question his opinion of you anymore, you know he thinks ur fine as fuck

the amount of scrappy doo looking fan girls he had to deal with on a daily basis, only to come home to you

you, the perfect, gorgeous, ever soothing presence, you’re like his own personal stress reliever

especially when he’s let it all out inside you, and is holding you close after a particularly gruelling day

He panted from behind you, holding you close against his chest. You were both on your side, his cock plugging you full of his warm release. A kiss to your shoulder, he lay basking in the heat you radiate, inside and out. You smile into the black of your room, feeling the rise and fall of his chest on your back.

“Had a hard day,” he murmured,”Couldn’t wait to see you.”

Your sleepy smile widen.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah. Had some fan girls come up to me today after practice. They wouldn’t leave me alone, I just wanted to get back to you.”

You reached for his hand that was draped loosely around your waist. tenderly you took it and sighed.

“Well that just makes me burn with jealousy doesn’t it?” you yawned and closed your eyes.

He laughed softly and kissed your shoulder again.

“Oh I know. I’m so disloyal, you better keep me on a leash.”

“Not a bad idea. I know what you’re like. Can’t keep you away from those short girls.”

“mhm. You know they’re my favourite.”

shuffling even closer, he breathed in you’re scent, giving your hand a soft squeeze.

“Love you forever.”

“Love you, you dog.”

He laughed one more time, before you both settled into a peaceful sleep.

IWAIZUMI

homeboy is not the tallest guy out there, but boy oh boy, does he love tall girls

when he first saw you, he just knew he had to have you

he knows you could be a bit insecure having a boyfriend that isn’t much much bigger than you

so he tries to soothe you, make you feel little, make you feel like how other girls get to

there’s something about him, all muscle, his intensity, his confidence, it makes you melt and quiver beneath him

he loves taking control, making you his tiny baby that he knows you are, knows you want to be

It doesn’t hurt that he’s hung like a fucking horse either

“Aw, am I too big? Is my little girl too small for me? I’ll make it fit, don’t worry.”

he bullies his way further inside as you whine and grab at his built shoulder. He loves the sting of your nail in his back, almost as much as he loves your tight little pussy sucking him in bit by bit.

You’re sat on the kitchen counter, legs encircling his waist the whole way round. His fingers dig deep into your sides to keep you from squirming or wriggling away. He continues to push in, inch by inch as you clench your teeth at the stretch, until you’re full to the brim with him, cunt drooling on his throbbing erection.

“Fuck, so tight...” he mutters, more to himself than you. He’ll never get used to how good you feel, it’s always brand new.

You let out jagged breaths as he waits for you to adjust, burying your face in the small of his neck.

“You ok sweetheart?”

He’s desperate to move, but he needs to make sure you’re alright first.

“Yes, hajime... please,” you say, it comes out muffled with how you’re pressing your face into his neck.

He smiles softly.

“Are you feeling shy, pretty? That’s ok, do you want me to be gentle?”

You shake your head.

“Just tired hajime. P-Please move, you can go hard.”

He groaned as you tightened on him, like an invitation.

“Oh, such a good girl. Gonna give it to you good yeah?”

You inhaled as he drew back his hips, only his hips remaining inside you. Before you could do anything else, he slammed back into you, knocking you back with the force of it.

“Hajime!” you choked, eyes rolling back as he fucked you, good and deep. In his lower abdomen you could feel his tight, huge muscles jerking at the strain against you and your brain went fuzzy as he ground against that soft spot inside you.

Drilling your tiny hole, he growled at the hug of you pillowy walls, the wetness of the as his ears were filled with fwop fwop fwop.

“God, fuck, I love you,” he rasped, putting his full body weight into the sloppy impassioned thrusts.

“I-I love you so much, don’t stop hajime,” a breathy whisper was all you could muster, you felt like you had no control of the way you clung to him, his fat cock turning you to goo.

The two of you moan into the night like so many other, and melt into the feeling of being together. It’s really unfathomable the luxury you provide for each other, a love truly unmatched.

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masterlist (again)

[touyasdoll]

MHA men with a thicc & curvy s/o headcanons - Part One

Request from @aidendontdoit: Hi there! Hope you're well! May I possibly request some NSFW and SFW Headcanons of Hawks with his thicc and curvy s/o, please? Thank you for your time! Stay awesome!

Characters: Eijiro Kirishima, Bakugou Katsuki, Hawks/Keigo Takami, Shoto Todoroki

Warnings: NSFW under the cut, minors DNI.

Word count: 4.8k

A/n: I've been thirsting HARD over all of these lovely men, so I went ahead and did headcanons for each of them. There's also a part two coming! Bc I thought this one was getting a bit long. Also, since thicc & curvy can describe a few different body types, I just decided to try and cover all the bases, while keeping it sort of vague? If that make sense. I hope it’s all right 😅 Enjoy! 🖤

Eijiro Kirishima

SFW

He is the king of making you feel beautiful, even on those days when it’s hard to love yourself

Loves you for so much more than just your body, but he makes it known exactly how much he does appreciate your form

Will hype up any outfit you throw on

Actually wants to go shopping with you

When you told him how hard it can be to shop for women’s clothing in general, but especially with your body type, he got frustrated FOR you

Like how the hell is that fair?? They don’t realize some women have hella ass and titties?? But at the same time society seems to idolize it?? Nah, he thinks that is absolutely ridiculous.

Will wait patiently outside the dressing room, holding your purse/shopping bags and tell you how beautiful you look in every outfit you come out and show him

Legitimately turns the experience into a cute little fashion show for the two of you, so you don’t feel overwhelmed or discouraged by the experience

If anyone ever dares to make you feel insecure about your body, he will make sure they know EXACTLY who they’re gonna be dealing with

He won’t hurt anyone, but he’s gonna defend the hell outta you and put that punk in their place bc anything less would be very unmanly

And then he’s gonna spend the rest of the day telling you every single thing that he loves about you and your body in an adorable and heart-warming amount of detail

“I think I like this one?”

You stepped out of the dressing room stall to show your boyfriend the dress you had tried on. There wasn’t much to it, in terms of design or fabric. Just a short, red dress that barely covered what it needed to.

Kirishima’s jaw seemed to come loose as it hung open for a brief moment, his eyes obviously drinking in your appearance.

“I love that one,” his voice was low and breathy as he shifted in his seat on the bench in the small hallway. “Babe, if you love me, please lemme buy you that dress. I wanna take you out tonight in it.”

You bit your lip and blushed, slightly embarrassed at how giddy and flustered you still got even after all this time with him.

“I mean it, baby. You look so beautiful in that outfit. It would be a shame if you didn’t get it, because it looks like it was literally made for you.”

NSFW

All he ever wants is for you to sit on his face

Like those men on tiktok who have no qualms about dying by way of face-riding? That’s your boy.

He’s a thigh man, through and through.

Even if you’re hesitant, because you’re afraid you’re gonna hurt him, he will insist over and over again

And when you finally take a seat, he eats your pussy like he’s being served his last meal

You can try to get away, but his hands are gripping your thick thighs like there’s no tomorrow

His favorite thing to do is to take his thumbs and rub little circles on the most sensitive parts of your inner thigh while you’re riding his face

The noises that you make and the way that you seem to absolutely lose control of your body never fails to make him rock hard no pun intended

Be careful bc this man will get carried away and overstimulate you with no regard for the way your legs are shaking on either side of his face until you are literally crying tears of pure bliss

“Fuck, I am so glad we got you this damn dress.”

Kirishima’s lips crashed into yours, his hands eagerly gripping your hips as his thumbs massaged small circles against your hipbones, eliciting a quiet moan from you as you wrapped your arms around his neck.

He stooped down slightly, grabbing the backs of your thighs as he effortlessly picked you up and carried you over to the bed.

“I’ll be glad when you take it off,” you tilted your head back as he began to feather kisses along your neck and jawline, squirming in excitement beneath him as you ran your hands down his well-chiseled chest.

“Mmwe’ll get to that, but I wanna keep you in it for this,” his breath fanned over your neck as he whispered in your ear and then suddenly, you traded positions.

He rolled over onto his back, keeping your legs locked around his waist, so that you were now straddling him as his hands gave your thighs a firm squeeze, sending delicious shockwaves right to your center.

“For what, exactly?” You moaned as his thumbs began to massage the most sensitive part of your innermost thigh, threatening to brush against where you so desperately wanted him to touch you.

He smirked, watching your shocked expression as he deliberately tore through the thin pair of panties you were wearing, tossing them aside.

“For this, baby girl.” With practiced ease, he slipped his hands beneath your ass, scooping you up briefly to pull you towards him, so that you were straddling his face.

“Eiji, wh—mm’ah!”

He wasted absolutely no time, expertly swirling his tongue over your bundle of nerves, causing you to buck your hips at the sudden, overwhelming sensation.

His large hands connected with the topside of your thighs once more, after hooking his arms beneath them to firmly hold you in place where you sat.

"Mmmwhere do you think you're going, sweetheart?" He stopped for a moment to gently kiss and bite at the inside of your thighs. "You don't want me to starve do you?"

Katsuki Bakugou

SFW

Loves to show you off whenever you're out together

He knows that you look damn good in whatever you put on and he thinks the whole damn world should see just how fucking fine his girl is

As aggressive as he can be, he’s soft as hell for you & everyone knows it though they don't dare mention it

He’s slightly possessive, but not in a controlling way

Wants everyone to know that you are completely his and he is just as much all yours

Good luck ever wandering off from him while you’re out and about, because his arm is around you just about the entire time

If it isn’t, his eyes are glued to your body

He’s constantly keeping watch over you, for a couple different reasons

One being that he’s always a little nervous about something happening to you, seeing as he’s a high profile hero and he’s so showy about your relationship

The other being that he really, really just likes to admire your curves

If anyone was dumb enough to say something to make you feel insecure about your body, this man would not hesitate to throw hands in order to defend your honor

The same goes for anyone making a pass at you, especially if it was "some creepy extra who had no business speaking to his girl anyway"

You would have to fully step in and stop this man from catching a charge if his boys weren’t around to hold his ass back

"Katsu, come on, please..!"

You were desperately tugging on your boyfriend's arm, wrapping both arms around his bicep as you whispered in his ear.

"He's not worth it, baby, c'mon. You don't need some shitty article written about you, all because of some creep at the bar."

His chest swelled as he took in a deep breath, exhaling quickly through his nose as he glared daggers toward the man who had cornered you up against a table just moments ago.

You were a pro hero, so you could handle yourself, but before you had even got the chance to put the creep in his place, he was yanked back by Bakugou, who was not about to hesitate to use his quirk.

Thankfully, you were able to insert yourself between them before it came to blows or explosions and, so you now found yourself here.

"Keep your fucking hands to yourself, or next time you might not leave with them still attached!"

The veins in Katsuki's neck looked at though they were about to burst when he finally stopped trying to advance toward the man. Another deep exhale and his arm was firmly around your waist, pulling you tight to his side as he escorted you toward the door.

"Are you all right, baby? Did he touch you?"

The cool night air was a soothing change from the tense atmosphere of the crowded bar. You reveled in the sudden change in tension as the pair of you stopped outside the establishment.

Concern was evident in his face as he tucked a finger beneath your chin and carefully lifted your gaze to his own, searching your face for any sign of discomfort.

"I swear, if he did, I will go back in there and rearrange his face so well his mother won't even recognize him."

You shook your head, smiling up at him as you placed a hand on his cheek.

"Baby, I'm okay. He didn't lay a hand on me and if he had, I would have snapped his wrist before you could've done it yourself," you let your fingers drift along his neck until your hand came to rest on his chest. "I appreciate the little rescue mission though. You're kinda cute when you're protecting me, you know."

You smiled playfully and he couldn't help but to mirror your expression right back before scoffing and shaking his head.

"Shut up," he leaned down, pressing both hands to the small of your back as he pulled you flush against him before connecting his lips to yours.

NSFW

Radiates hard dom energy like no other

Exerts most of said energy on your ass, his favorite part of your body

A big believer in delayed satisfaction for himself, so he'll put a generous amount of time and effort into making you cum at least twice before he finally fucks you

But when he does, you had better hold onto something, bc gentle isn't his strong suit and he's feeling pent up at this point

Doggy style is his favorite position, without question, bc he loves to spank you and grip your cheeks while he’s fucking your brains out

Reverse cowgirl is a close second, bc the way that your ass bounces while you’re riding him just does something to him

He tries to let you just fuck yourself on his dick, but he gets too worked up seeing the way your ass jiggles each time you slide him in and out of your pussy

Almost always ends up flipping you over and shoving your face into the mattress, so he can take your from behind and hit your pussy deep enough to have you babbling incoherently about how good it feels, completely dumbed down by how good the dick is

“Damn, baby, you look so fucking good bouncing on my cock like that,” Bakugo’s right hand connected with your ass cheek while his left lazily held on to your hip. “You tryin’ make me bust inside you? Need this fat cock to pump you full of my cum?”

“Yes, daddy, please! Please, please, please fill me up!”

You nodded desperately, quickening your pace as you leaned forward slightly. The new position allowed for you thrust yourself backward with more leverage, encouraging his throbbing cock to hit impossibly deeper than it already had been.

“Holy shit, woman. What the hell are you doing to me?”

The words left his chest in a deep growl as he gripped both of your hips firmly and before you knew it, you were beneath him. Your cheek was flush against the soft mattress and you threw your hands above your head to desperately grasp at the sheets as Bakugou set a merciless pace.

“Fu-fuck! Ah! S-so fucking good, daddy..!”

You snapped your eyes shut, letting out what could only be described as a desperate wail as you came completely undone beneath him.

“Yeah, you fucking like that, baby? Goddamn, your pussy feels so good when it clenches around me like this,” Another firm hand comes down on your ass as the waves of your orgasm continue flooding through you. “Gonna give you what you fucking deserve for being such a good slut for daddy.”

Hawks/Keigo Takami

SFW

Will literally never stop flirting with you

You are and have been in a serious, committed relationship together for years now??

Doesn’t matter, he’s still gonna flirt like he’s desperately trying to take you home with him tonight

Cuddling is extremely important to him

He cannot function if he goes to long without holding you against him

Absolutely loves the way you feel in his arms, soft and warm and inviting

He could actually stay in bed with you all day, just tracing his fingers over your body, like he’s trying to memorize every dip and curve you have

He’s extremely proud of your relationship, but he’s also very private

As much as he would love to shout from the rooftops that he’s all yours, he keeps your relationship pretty low key as far as the public is concerned, strictly for your protection

He doesn’t hide you, nor would he ever, but he doesn’t make a show of anything or indulge any of the hero gossip sources when they pester him about his relationship to you

He’s also a bit bold by nature though, so he will send a feather your way to caress your hands, neck, arms, etc. while you’re out together just to see you blush at the gesture

Never so much as even looks at another woman, bc he truly only has eyes for you

He constantly tells you how much he adores you and how gorgeous he thinks you are, bc he knows how it feels to feel insecure and he never wants that for you

Glancing at the clock, you saw that it was getting close to your usual dinner time, so you figured it was about time to start cooking.

You pulled out the pans and utensils you would need to utilize and then reached up into the spice cabinet when you felt a pair of gloved hands encircle your waist.

“May I help you?”

A smile danced on your lips as you continued rummaging through the cabinet, pulling down what you would need as a pair of warm lips trailed kisses across your shoulders.

“Mmmaybe you can. I happen to be on a mission. Think you can help a hero out?"

"That depends, what is it that you need from me, hero?"

Closing the cabinet, you spun in his arms, resting your hands on the countertop behind you as you leaned against it. Your smile reflected his own as he closed the distance between you two, his lips just inches from yours as he spoke quietly.

"Well, I'm trying to get a kiss from the most beautiful woman in the world and it looks like you're the only one who's going to be able to help me with that."

You blushed, biting your lip as you glanced down, feeling your face burn as it always did when Keigo got into this sort of mood, which was often.

"It's adorable that you still get so shy around me," Keigo pulled back just enough to kiss the top of your head before pulling you flush against his chest. "But you know I mean what I say, right? You really are breathtaking, baby."

His eyes searched yours as you looked up, trying to find reassurance there that you believed his words.

"I know, Keigo. I know," you cupped his face in your hands, leaning forward to press your lips against his.

NSFW

The most handsy man you've ever known, in the best way possible

Body worship is his thingggg

He can, has, and will spend who knows how long kissing absolutely every inch of your body

All the while whispering either adorable or downright filthy things against your skin

Reassures you of how sexy he thinks you are when you get shy or try to hide your stretch marks/other insecurities and trails plenty of extra kisses all over them

Sex is about your pleasure first and foremost, getting you off gets him off

His favorite position is having you pinned up against the wall, your legs slung over his forearms so you’re completely pinned and at his mercy

Of which, he has none when he’s able to fuck you from that angle

Did not even give you a moment to protest the first time he picked you up

He knew you were gonna say that you thought you were too heavy to just be picked up like a ragdoll as much as you desperately wanted it

Went and did it anyway and shut you right the hell up with how effortlessly he did it, grabbing you from beneath your ass and sliding you right down onto his throbbing cock

As instinctively as your legs folded around his waist, his wings caged the two of you in up against the wall of the bedroom and for a few blissful minutes, the world felt like it was really just the two of you

Also uses his feathers for more intimate purposes

Whether you’re at home, busy & hunched over your desk, looking stressed as ever or out in public running some domestic errands with him and looking particularly good as you bend over to grab something from a lower shelf in the grocery aisle, he won’t hesitate to stealthily send a single, soft feather up the inside of your thigh

Will shrug and smile innocently as he watches the color flood into your face, sensing exactly how hot and bothered you’re quickly becoming at the sensation of his feather gently stroking against your panty-clad slit

You let out an exasperated sigh as you stared at the paperwork that was looming over you at your desk.

It had been a busy week and you had more reports to file than you knew what to do with. This would easily take you the rest of the night to get through.

Not wanting to waste any time, you stripped out of your hero costume and threw on one of Keigo's old t-shirts. You took a seat at the desk in your home office, grateful that you at least wouldn't have to be cooped up at the agency all night.

After a few hours of uninterrupted diligence, you felt a slight tickle around your calf.

"What the--," you glanced down beneath your desk, but saw nothing, so you shook your head and figured maybe you'd imagined it.

Upon returning to your work, you felt an unmistakable sensation on your innermost thigh and involuntarily moaned as your legs tensed in anticipation.

"That eager tonight, huh? You must be feeling pretty pent up, baby."

The seductive tone that rang in your ears belonged to your boyfriend, who was now leaning in the doorway, clad only in a tight tank top and loose sweats, arms crossed with a devilish grin on his face.

"You wanna move this to the bedroom or should I take you right here on your desk?"

The feather stopped for a brief moment, as if to let you collect your thoughts. You opened your mouth to reply, to explain how much work you had to do, but you were silenced by the feeling of the feather now dancing right up against your entrance, the only thing separating it from the pool gathering between your legs was the thin layer of protection your panties provided.

Another moan left your lips, unbidden, as you leaned back in your desk chair, spreading your legs instinctively. Keigo took that as his answer, smirking as he strode into the room, making a beeline for you.

He leaned down, capturing your lips with his as he placed one hand on your neck and the other behind your back, pulling you up carefully to stand.

You weren't on your feet long. He spun you around, never breaking the connection of your mouths as one arm swept the papers off of your desk, sending them into a flurry all around you as his other arm snaked around your waist, effortlessly lifting you onto the desk.

"Keigo--," you broke away to admonish him, but his teeth captured your bottom lip and a soft hush fell from his lips as you moaned against them.

"I know, baby, but you deserve this right now, trust me. I'll clean up later, I promise."

Your legs parted for him to step between, which he did as he pressed his hands to your hips reaching behind you to grip your ass as he rutted his hips against yours.

"You know," he began trailing kisses along your jaw as he spoke, "I don't think I'll ever get tired of grabbing your ass."

His lips wandered down your neck as his hands squeezed your hips.

"I don't think I'll ever get tired of touching you anywhere. Your body is so perfect, baby," his mouth had now made it's way to the valley between your breasts. "Your tits, your hips, your beautiful face.."

He crouched down as his lips moved lower until he was now seated in your chair, leaning over you as your felt his mouth lick and suck at your hipbone, ripping yet another moan from your lungs.

"The noises you make for me," he slowed his movements deliberately as he hooked two fingers inside your panties, tugging them down at an agonizing pace as his lips followed his movements. "The way you taste.."

Shoto Todoroki

SFW

This poor man has been touch-starved for so long, so expect lots of hand-holding, hugs, kisses, cuddling, etc.

He was a little shy about it when you first got together, but now that he’s comfortable? Forget about personal space.

PDA was also an entirely new concept to him that he came to understand and embrace very quickly

He just loves you and your body so much that he can’t help himself and he doesn’t see why he should have to

If you’re curled up on the couch, he’ll sit down next to you and pull you straight into his lap, so he can hold you against his chest and run his fingers along your waist

If you’re out and about, his hand is glued to yours, with one exception

And that’s when the crowd size of wherever you’re at gets to be a bit too much to allow you to comfortably walk side by side

He’ll step sort of behind you/sort of to the side of you and rest his hand on your lower back with his fingers resting on your hip

He’s a pretty straightforward individual, so don’t expect much in the way of creativity when he compliments you

Instead of flowery language, it’s all very to the point and also so genuine

Sometimes you’ll catch him just looking at you and he’ll take another moment to really admire your curves before he makes eye contact with you

And proceed to tell you that you are the most beautiful woman that he’s ever seen

"So, what's it gonna be? You feeling action tonight? Horror maybe? I'm not particularly in the mood for a comedy, personally."

You stood at the microwave, watching the last few seconds of the timer count down as you waited to retrieve your popcorn.

"Sho?"

Throwing a glance over you shoulder, you smiled over at your boyfriend, who was seated on the couch, obviously not searching for a movie for you two to watch together like he was supposed to be.

Instead, you found his eyes wandering over your frame, before fixating on your face, a gentle smile perched upon his lips.

"I'm sorry, I was distracted," he paused as he stood up, striding toward where you stood in the kitchen. "You're so beautiful. The most beautiful woman that I have ever seen."

You whipped your head around, turning your attention back to the popcorn as you giggled shyly.

"Thank you, babe," you finished pouring the bag out into a large bowl before you turned back around. "You're not so bad yourself, you know."

You threw a wink in his direction as you carried the bowl toward him, which he took from you and took a few steps back to set on the coffee table before grabbing your wrist and carefully pulling you towards him fast enough that you lost your balance.

He caught your waist with practiced ease, pulling you into his lap as he sat, so that your legs draped across the couch.

Your arms circled around his neck as he laid your head back on the other end of the couch, leaning over you as he planted a chaste kiss on your lips.

"I'm so lucky to have you in my life. Thank you for everything you do for me, baby."

You reached up to rest a gentle hand on his face, looking directly up into his eyes, which held nothing but genuine admiration.

"Anything for you, Sho."

NSFW

Absolutely adores playing with your tits

Like maybe it stems from the obvious mommy issues, maybe not

But he cannot get enough of your breasts

He has to physically refrain from coming up from behind you and taking them into his hands when you’re in public sometimes

Especially when you wear that top that he loves so much bc it just flatters your chest so well

But when y’all are home alone? Or anywhere alone for that matter, really

That’s where he’s attacking first

His large hands are on them in moments, groping at then greedily while his mouth connects with yours

Groans into your mouth while he desperately pulls your top up, sliding your bra straps down to free your heaving breasts and continue his assault on them

He’ll give plenty of attention to everywhere else on your body, but when he makes you cum all over his cock, he’s gonna make sure your breasts are directly in his face

His favorite way to fuck you is seated just off the edge of the couch, so he can fuck upwards into you and watch how your tits shamelessly bounce with each thrust

And when you come undone, he can quickly pull you into his lap as he sits up, letting you take over as you ride out your release

"Hey, babe, I brought your favorite for lunch," you smiled as you stepped into Shoto's office, gesturing to the containers of cold soba in your hands.

"Thank you, baby," he smiled as he stepped aside to let you in, giving you a peck on the lips before shutting and locking the door behind you.

"Did you lock the door? Is that necessary?" you giggled as your set your things down, placing the lunch containers on his desk.

"Well, that depends on how you're feeling," he crossed the room, reaching out and grabbing your waist as he pulled you closer to him.

"Meaning?" your hands rested on his chest as you smiled up at him, feigning innocence.

"Meaning if you're feeling the same way I am, maybe we ought to keep it locked, unless you want to risk someone barging in," his hands slowly trailed up your sides, the back of his hands brushing against the underside of your breasts, which he couldn't help but to stare at at this point.

"Barge in on what?" you bit the inside of your lip, continue your innocence charade.

He cocked his head to the side, his hands dropping to rest respectfully on your waist as he took a step back to put a little more distance between you, looking a little flustered now.

"I mean, I thought maybe we could fool around if y--", you cut him off mid-sentence by leaning up and placing a kiss to his lips, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"Oh, baby. I know what you meant, I'm sorry," you giggled, pushing your fingers into his hair. "I'm happy to keep the door locked if you're sure you've got the time."

"I've got all the time in the world for you," his hands flew to your chest, not hesitating to pull the straps of your tank top down, along with those of your bra, to free your breasts. "I've been thinking about you all day, baby."

He kneeled down and took your nipple into his mouth, massaging your breasts as he carefully tugged at the bud with his teeth.

Your threw your head back and let out a moan, reveling in the sensation as you continued running your fingers through his hair, pressing your breasts together, so that his face was essentially smothered by them.

He let out a lustful grunt in response as he helped you bring them together with his large hands, letting his tongue run over both of your nipples, taking turns sucking at biting at each one as he walked you backward toward his desk.

[pluviophile-imagines]

i wanna see usurper!gojo's courting shenanigans plsplspls

in which gojo satoru, your beloved king and betrothed, knows his time is best spent in your company riling you up.

gojo satoru x fem!reader

word count: 2.5k genre: fluff, royal au, childhood friends to lovers type: one-shot reader: fem (she/her pronouns, fem terms, fem clothing including dresses) warnings: once again hes pushy n the reader's a lil bit hesitant but hed stop if she rlly wanted, vague references to violence note: see i was gonna do a few lil scenes but the first one got away from me.... but basically the period of him courting the reader (which full disclosure isnt technically courting bc that should be happening before one proposes but this occurs while theyre engaged bc Gojo Didnt Get That Memo but i digress) is just him being WILDLY inappropriate for cultural standards, everyone silently pitying the reader, and the reader having a whole ton of conflicting emotions but ultimately rlly liking it 😭😭😭

usurper!gojo tag || masterlist

“they say you’re inhuman, you know.” you’ve finished the flower chain. his eyes don’t stray from your fingers as they nimbly connect the two ends and tie them together with a final stem into a thick circlet. “they said it a lot that night. they said you were the gods’ fury made mortal.”

he snickers. “how dramatic.”

you lift yourself up onto your thighs, shuffle towards him further and reach out, and he bows his head to let you place your creation upon it. your hand trails down when you let go, drifting over his ear and along his jaw as he lifts his head from its bow to look at you. you certainly mean to pull it away but his hand beats you to it, darting up to keep your palm against his cheek as you settle back down on the backs of your heels.

“i know why they came to that conclusion,” you say. “you terrified me when i saw you.”

“did you think me inhuman?”

you hum, eyes tracing along the band of flowers now gracing his forehead, falling to rest on his hand over yours. “no. never. monstrous, perhaps. odious. but very human.”

Satoru finds you out on the grounds, tucked away at the edge where the manicured gardens give way to rough forest. The weather has been turbulent, but for the first time since the coup there’s enough sun to stand being outside the castle longer than a scant few minutes. You’d said that morning that you planned to venture out, now that early spring flowers were beginning to bloom.

You’re cloaked in heavy furs, layers of skirts and wool protecting you from the cold, all elaborate garments that he’s gifted you. It's adorable (satisfying) to see you dressed up in his presents. He tells you as much when he finds you, delves into the treeline long before you see him so that he can sneak up upon you and whisper it into your ear to make you yelp and jump away.

“You mongrel,” you accuse with wide eyes and a hand on your heart as you work to steady your breathing. “Have you no respect for your future wife?”

“Ah, she admits it readily now? Progress.”

Your face twists as if someone has struck you. He chooses to ignore it and drops to sit sprawled out on the grass, beckoning unabashedly for you to join him on his lap. You won’t relent, he’s well aware, but he’ll have his desires known either way.

“Presumptuous,” you say. He'd die a happy man if you kissed him as many times as you called him that, but in lack of the former he’ll be content with the latter.

“Sit with me, my queen. I've missed you.”

“I am not yet your queen, Satoru,” you correct out of obligation. “You saw me an hour ago, we ate together.”

“Ah, but every moment apart is agony.” Satoru wonders if you know how serious he is beneath the breezy tone. From the way you wrinkle your nose, he doubts it.

“You have a meeting with your advisors now. You should not be out here.”

He pouts. “But you’re out here, and if I have to spend more time with those old fools than you today then I'll throw a tantrum tomorrow.”

You roll your eyes, let out a sigh that sounds long-suffering, but you shift your skirts and ease yourself down to sit gracefully before him with your legs tucked next to you. His threats aren’t empty and you know it.

“Fine.” You look down, as if inspecting the grass, spreading fingers along the blades as you begin to pluck wildflowers. Then you pause and glance up at him. “Remove those… oh, whatever they are. Let me see your eyes unhindered, at least.”

“Anything for my darling bride,” he coos at you, immediately doing as asked. He’d have done so anyway, if only to watch you lose yourself in staring when he reveals his eyes, catching yourself once he blinks and snapping your head back to the ground to busy yourself once more with plucking your blooms.

“How do you see a thing through those,” you grumble lowly, certainly just to break yourself from being flustered. It works too well; Satoru immediately jumps on the chance you’ve given him.

“Would you like to try them?” he asks, but doesn’t wait for a response, mind already conjuring an image of you draped in every golden chain and precious stone gracing his chambers.

He removes them from his face, pulling the chain from around his neck, and swiftly transfers them to yours before you can refuse—tilts your head up to look at him and tugs your hair out of the way with deft fingers, eases the gilded extremities onto your ears and lets the pads of his digits linger on either side of your head before pulling away. Pausing in your work and tilting your head back down to peer at him over the top of the frames, you blink at him owlishly from behind the glass, unused to staring through it. Precious, he thinks, and wishes briefly to kiss you—but he has to be smart about kissing you, calculating. Too much attention too fast and you have a tendency to pull away from him like the ebbing tide. It's agony for him, wanting nothing more than to hold you as much as he wishes, but as much as he wants there’s very little he hates more than when you tense under his touch and turn away from him.

“They suit you better,” he tells you, because they do. You look good adorned with jewelry of his design. “You oughtn’t wear them in public, though, or all the courtiers will be scrambling to get themselves a pair. Just for me, I suppose.”

Your nose wrinkles at the mention of your newfound influence, eyes darting to the side and lower lip pouting, an expression that makes him cast aside all his convoluted schemes to ease you into his affections. He leans down to peck at your lips, kiss away the pout, gone before you can complain. It’s fast enough that you don’t immediately recoil and give him a lecture on decorum, or perhaps you’re simply getting more used to it.

Satoru’s attention doesn’t stray as you return to your work. You’ve gravitated towards flowers with long stems, he realizes; collected them in a pile on your skirts, which you seem to have deemed large enough as you pick a notably long one up and begin to string them together in a chain. You don’t bother removing his glasses either, simply allowing them to slide down to the end of your nose. The golden chain clinks softly with every movement of your head.

He wonders when you learned to make them. You’ve always been so careful about the skills you acquire, but he thinks perhaps your mother might have taught you. Or his aunt, for how much she loves flowers, and for how much of her time as queen (he’s been told anyway) was spent doing such frivolous things as making daisy chains in the gardens. You’re so very meticulous with your actions, every choice carefully constructed. He knows you’ve been doing that less and less around him—perhaps it’s finally sinking in that he cares very little about your actions, that he finds everything you do to be enthralling. More likely you’ve exhausted yourself trying. You’ve certainly exhausted yourself attempting to rein him in, though he’d like to believe you’re beginning to allow yourself to enjoy his antics.

Posterity, he thinks, will paint him as you do—bold, brash, uncaring of tradition, unapologetic in pursuit of a woman far beneath his status. There are a great many reasons you hesitate to marry him, he doesn’t blame you for your doubt. Certainly when he was younger he’d never imagined himself the type of man you’d end up betrothed to; he couldn’t count on his fingers the number of more suitable matches for the both of you in the eyes of society, but whereas in his youth he might silence himself and go along with the whims of his advisors he’s lost all sense of decency now. His close call with death and the coup he’d spent years preparing for had rid him of any desire to compromise, and he stands now in a position where he can certainly refuse the very people who once held sway over him. And you appreciate all of that, he knows it. It’s one of the reasons he adores you so; beneath your veneer of decorum lies not a lady but a queen with desires all too different from those you’ve been forced to portray. He’s always known this, and to an extent he can’t find it within himself to regret the events that have led him to where he is today because if they hadn’t transpired he wouldn’t have you.

Satoru remembers a time in his youth when his mother made a passing mention that she enjoyed a certain hairstyle on young girls—two long braids, tied with ribbons. For months afterward all the upcoming court ladies wore it diligently, yourself included. He found it painful to see on you until he discovered that they made a lovely way to pull your nose from a book and fix your attention onto him, and that he could tug on the ribbons at the ends until they unfurled and he could pocket them to return later by tying them around the necks of one of his hunting dogs and sending it after you.

(If he were the kind of man you’d marry without hesitation he’d feel remorse for his childhood actions. Instead he’s the man you will marry, and he plots how to steal one of your hair ribbons again and return it in the same way. For memory’s sake.)

“They say you’re inhuman, you know.” You’ve finished the flower chain. His eyes don’t stray from your fingers as they nimbly connect the two ends and tie them together with a final stem into a thick circlet. “They said it a lot that night. They said you were the Gods’ fury made mortal.”

He snickers. “How dramatic.”

You lift yourself up onto your thighs, shuffle towards him further and reach out, and he bows his head to let you place your creation upon it. Your hand trails down when you let go, drifting over his ear and along his jaw as he lifts his head from its bow to look at you. You certainly mean to pull it away but his hand beats you to it, darting up to keep your palm against his cheek as you settle back down on the backs of your heels.

“I know why they came to that conclusion,” you say. “You terrified me when I saw you.”

“Did you think me inhuman?”

You hum, eyes tracing along the band of flowers now gracing his forehead, falling to rest on his hand over yours. “No. Never. Monstrous, perhaps. Odious. But very human.”

“You wound me. I might die by your cruelty.”

“Die, then.”

Satoru makes a show of it just for you. Falling back to sprawl on the ground, he gags violently, stabbing at his own heart with an invisible knife and convulsing with his tongue hanging out until you shriek for him to stop, voice filled with giggles. He takes that as a cue to still, to fall limp as if truly dead with eyes fluttering shut—then beckons you closer.

“I need…” he rasps out, barely audible.

You indulge him and do so. “My king?”

“…iss…”

“What?”

“True love’s kiss,” he repeats louder, pursing his lips expectantly. He doesn’t truly think you’ll do it, and you don’t—you lean in like you will, but bypass his lips entirely and bite his cheek instead.

He yelps, just for you, just so you’ll feel accomplished. And so he can see your smile, hear the smugness in your voice as you say, “It’s a miracle, you’ve come back to life.”

But he doesn’t give you weakness for free. No, he snakes his arms around your waist before you can pull back, and uses the grip to all but pull you on top of his lap as he sits up. Perhaps it’s his lack of insistence on you giving him a kiss, or perhaps he’s simply started to break down your walls enough, but whichever it is you don’t protest. Instead you seem to find flaws in the flower crown you’ve gifted him. Your lips purse, hands coming up to fiddle with the blooms. He realizes that he can’t stand a single moment of your attention on anything other than him, even if your fingers are nearly tangled in his hair.

“If I return to court with a crown of flowers made by my lover still on my head, do you suppose they’ll think me less inhuman?”

Your face falls at the suggestion, eyes widening in mortification. “You wouldn’t dare.”

“It's far more comfortable than that heavy gold. And I happen to personally adore the artisan who made it, so—”

“I don't trust you anymore, take it off! You’ve lost the right!” You attempt to remove it, but he reacts with the very reflexes that make him so inhuman, uses that monstrous height to lift his head higher than you can reasonably reach, though it doesn’t stop you from trying.

“It'd be rude of me to refuse a gift, my queen.” Laughing, Satoru holds you back with ease, eager for the excuse to put his hands all over you while you’re too worked up to feel self-conscious.

“Not yet,” you wail. “Not your queen yet, you knave!”

“Mine either way, though,” he replies smugly with a playful tug to the chain you still wear. “Covered in my presents. It’s only fair that I get to display a token you’ve given me, no?”

“No, it is not. You’ve stolen all of my outerwear and replaced it with these, I've no other choice. But you will not return to your advisors displaying that—that childish trifle, I won't allow it, you will not expose to the court that I made such a thing for yo—oh!”

He tackles you to the ground, careful not to even knock the wind out of you, though he steals your breath the moment you’re safe in his arms by pulling you into a kiss to keep you from talking further. He’d intended it to be faster, but his nose crashes into the tinted spectacles still upon your face and he’s filled with such ardor that he can’t help but deepen it.

Your hand slides behind his head, threads through his hair. He feels you snap a single stem between your fingers. The crown comes apart just as he takes a moment to pull away, and the flowers fall to scatter in the grass beneath him, a halo around your head. There’s a little smile on your face, your chest huffs with quiet laughter, and your palm slides down to the base of his hair. You use that hold and your other hand, which has fisted his tunic, to yank him down and connect your lips again.

Above, a cloud passes. Satoru can feel the sun shine warm on his back, hear the wind in the budding trees, smell the bite of melting snow and the petals of your wildflowers, yet there’s nothing that could distract him from the feeling of your kiss. His eyes close, he pushes closer though he hardly needs to with the way you still tug on his shirt. His arm comes up to brace next to your head, just to make sure he’s holding his own weight rather than crushing you, and the other leaves your waist to trail down your thigh and grip beneath your knee, shifting your leg to hook around him. If your mouth weren’t occupied he thinks you’d be lecturing him for such an obscene display in a place where anyone could stumble upon you—so he does well to keep it occupied, refusing to part even as your grip on his tunic loosens and he’s forced to grab your newly freed hand to pin it to the ground with fingers intertwined.

It's the first time you’ve ever kissed him. He already plots how to push you into doing it again when he finally pulls away, eyes locked on your swollen lips.

[leossmoonn]

matt making you ride his thigh while he works on his case files bc you're horny and he's busy 😩

Please yes. I love this idea for all fics

This fr turned into a full fic sorry lol

16+

“C’mere, sweetheart.” Matt pats his lap.

You shuffle over to him, sitting down on his lap and facing him.

“How has your day been?” He asks. “Boring,” you sigh. “Work was slow and I missed you the whole day.”

“I missed you too. I’m sorry I had to bring work home.”

“It’s alright. I know you hate it as much as I do.” You wrap your arms around his neck, running your fingers through his hair and massaging his scalp.

“That feels good. Thank you,” he hums. You peck his jaw. “Of course.”

“Are you gonna go back to bed?” He asks. “No,” you say.

“Why not?”

“Because then I won’t be able to spend time with you until the morning.”

“I’ll be in bed in a little bit. I promise.”

“I know you want to promise that, Matt, but I also know how much work you have to do. I’ll be fine. I’ll take a nap tomorrow and drink lots of coffee in the morning. I’ll be so super I’ll just crash tomorrow night.”

“That’s not good for you.”

“Well, staying up all night and working on cases and being Daredevil isn’t good for you either, but look at you.”

He chuckles, “touché.”

You lay your head on his shoulder and kiss his neck. Your teeth softly nibble at his skin and he smiles as he knows your motives.

“I’m working, baby.”

“So? Take a break?”

“I can’t.”

“No, you don’t want to.”

“I do. Trust me I do want to. But I can’t.”

“I’ve been waiting for you all day though.”

“All day, huh?”

“Yeah. You left me high and dry this morning.”

He smiles as he remembers that morning. He acted as though he was going to eat you out, but at the last minute, he got up to get ready. You’ve been say dreaming about fucking him all day. You just needed some release and the only way you were going to be satisfied was if he was the one to give it to you.

“Sorry, sweetheart. That won’t happen again.”

“It better not,” you mumble.

One of his hands moves to your lower back and he holds you against him, smelling your sweet shampoo as he reads the case files.

“How are you already wet? I haven’t done anything.” He can smell the slick growing between your thighs. He can feel the damp patch through your panties. You were wearing only panties and one of his old Columbia shirts. Matt was wearing shorts and a t shirt. His short rode up when you sat down on his leg, allowing you to sit on his skin.

“Just thinking about you had me wet,” you say.

“Is that so?” Matt grins. “Don’t act like you don’t already know,” you roll your eyes.

“I didn’t,” he smirks. “Yeah, whatever,” you mumble.

His hand moves to your thigh and you get hungry with need. You move back, making his hand drop down in between you two.

“You’re making this harder on yourself,” he says. “You moved your hand though,” you frown.

“To rest on your thigh. I have no intention to please you.”

You groan, “your such a tease.”

“Since you want to get off so bad, why don’t you ride my thigh.”

“R-Ride what?”

“My thigh. Get yourself off on me. I know you want to. You’re even more wet at the thought of it now.”

It was a very appetizing offer, you had to admit. “Are you sure?” You ask.

“Positive.”

“Okay.” You slowly sit up, putting your hands on his shoulders. You straddle one of his thighs, nervously lowering yourself onto his skin. “What if i distract you.”

“If you were distracting me, I would’ve asked you to go back to bed when you first came out. If you don’t want to, it’s okay. It always okay. It was just a suggestion though, since I’m busy.”

“No, I want to,” you say. “Just making sure.” You begin to rock your hips. You suck in a sharp breath as your clit catches against your panties. You close your eyes in pleasure, your hold on his shoulders tightening.

Matt held the small of your back for support, his other hand skimming over the braille of his documents.

“Just like that, sweetheart. Take what you need.”

You let out a little whimper at his words, beginning to ride his thigh faster.

“Look at you, you’re a natural,” he remarks. He starts to bounce his leg, adding to the stimulation.

“Fuck, Matt,” you pant. You rub against him harder now, feeling the knot in your belly tighten.

Matt tries to focus on what he’s reading, but he can’t with you moaning and panting right on him. He can basically feel your slick as it seeps through the thin cloth of your underwear. Your fingertips are digging into his shoulders and your head is thrown back.

“Matt, I’m gonna — fuck.”

“That’s it, baby,” he praises.

You come on his thigh, slowing your movements to a halt. You lay against his chest, fisting the material of his shirt.

“You’re such a good girl. See? You don’t need me,” he kisses the top of your head.

“Yeah, I do. I wouldn’t have been able to do that without you.”

He smiles, “true.”

“I think I’m going to go to bed now,” you yawn. “Is that why you came out here, to get off?” He questions.

You grin, “No and yes.” “Alright,” he hums. “I’ll be in in a little bit.” He kisses your lips softly. “Don’t fall fully asleep. I want to be able to have a midnight snack before I go to bed.”

[elysianslove]

ay yo? lmao haiiiii any chance we can get some haikyuu boys and nicknames they'd call their s/o? a lil deprived of kageyama, so if possible can you pls include him?? i hope you're doing well :)

omg wait i remember seeing this in my inbox and planning on answering it but i ,,, i forgot :( im sorry :( but here it is lovely <3 

HAIKYUU BOYS AND NICKNAMES 

ANGEL ! — 

akaashi; out of all his nicknames for you, this is his favorite!! he just thinks it’s very fitting for you, because you’re nothing short of ethereal for him. loves to say it when he’s first greeting you or as he kisses you gn or!!! when he says thank you :) 

osamu; it slips sometimes with him!! not his go-to but it’s very familiar on his tongue when it comes to you, and that’s very endearing :,) just slips casually when he’s asking you a question like, “angel, do we need milk?”  

daichi; omg he usually adds to it and it ends up being some cheesy stuff like “angel-face” and it makes you all flustered because wtf man :( and he always says it while laughing teasingly too ugh :( 

suna; suna has the cheesiest nicknames for you and you cannot convince me otherwise, and you can never tell if it’s genuine or ironic but,,, it doesn’t matter. he sounds so sweet calling you “angel” so whatever :) 

aran; this man. this man. he says it cause he knows it has you weak. he says it so lovingly, so sweetly, so casually, so suave and relaxed and his voice is so smooth and deep. who wouldn’t be swooning over him??? 

aone; AONE AONE PLS AONE PLEASE. he’d just think it’s such a sweet and kind and soft nickname and he likes the way it sounds when it’s whispered and he thinks nothing is more perfect than nicknaming you angel and he says it all the time like “ok, angel,” and “see you tomorrow, angel,” and, “love you, angel,” and it’s so quiet but so sweet hwbwjsjd 

oikawa; he’s about to be in 90% of these cause he’ll be calling you anything but your name. is it because he wants to be annoying and to get on your nerves? or is it because he genuinely means it? the world will never know. you’re not even sure he himself does. 

DOLL ! — 

matsukawa; are you kidding me this is his. it’s HIS. he sounds so hot saying it and he looks so hot saying it and he’s so charming and it’s so like easy on his tongue. and he has a slight drawl to it too and he always says it with this aura of relaxation and ease it’s so hot. he just. he loves it. he loves you. you love it. the world is a better place. 

atsumu; he thinks he’s way cooler than he is when he says it. you suppose he is pretty hot when he calls you doll but you’re not gonna tell him that!!! it’s not his go-to but you can catch it slipping off his tongue every once in a while. 

kuroo; yesyesyes he loves it. only ever says it when he’s so up close and personal with you like cups your cheeks and hovers his lips against yours like, “heya, doll,” and he’s just so handsome. ugh. 

kageyama; at the start of your relationship, kageyama called you by your name and nothing else!! but then he had like this talk w someone and they asked him what he calls you and he realized like,,, am i supposed to be doing it differently??? spent so long just searching up “cute nicknames for my s/o” and then he found “doll” and was like ok. i’ll try. and he tried!! and it stuck!! plus timeskip kags calling you doll??? that’s so hot bye

oikawa; this might be the only sincere nickname he has for you cause everything else is either to provoke you or to be cringy and annoying. and i’m sure you prefer doll over sweet cheeks and pumpkin pie and cinnamon whatever like you hungry tōru?? anyways he loves loves loves calling you doll cause he thinks it’s such a ? smooth and serene nickname? and his voice always gets deeper and quiet when he says it so!!!! 

SUNSHINE ! — 

hinata; please he is all the sunshine, but he always claims that you’re the true sun in his life. idk hinata would be so lame yet so cute like that :( and he always says it with such a big grin he’s so cute pls :( 

tendō; he’s so cute he’s so cute he’s so cute !!!!! your contact name is “my sunshine” definitely definitely definitely. he is literally in love with you and wants the whole world to know it. he loves screaming it out for everyone to hear but also absolutely adores like hugging you from behind and whispering in your ear as he kisses your cheek, “hey, sunshine.” :(((((

kenma; kenma doesn’t wanna think too hard on the whole nicknames thing but he also does kind of sort of really wants to call you something special and the first thing that pops in his head is sunshine. first time he used it you were Shocked but he was acting nonchalant about it (read: freaking out on the inside) and you were like “ok guess im sunshine now.” and you are his sunshine to this day. 

BABY/BABE ! — 

atsumu; it’s easy and it’s endearing!! he personally loves being called babe but he loves hugging you close to him after a long day and just sighing, “hey, baby,” like. he loves it okay. he thinks it’s perfect cause it fits and cause it’s like kinda traditional yk!! 

bokuto; he loves calling you baby cause he just cannot fathom that you’re his like he loves to always say it!!! and he loves how casual it is too like he can just call you that?? that’s so cool?? 

iwaizumi; again with the traditional but endearing and fitting. he doesn’t have to think too hard on it, but also it still means something and is more than just your name or a shorter version of it. also he sounds so hot calling you baby or babe idk i just know it. 

hanamaki; king of “babe! babe :( babeeee! babee. babe come on! babe! baby :(” you’re 99% sure he’s just provoking you at this point. like say babe one more time. but he actually loves resorting to baby, especially when you’re upset and he wants to be as endearing and kind as he can to you. 

daichi; very traditional too tbh. honestly when you two first started dating it was all he could think of saying without feeling awkward or feeling like he was trying too hard. later on when he started to feel more comfortable and more secure he got more creative. 

nishinoya; he has been waiting for this moment his whole life. the moment he can actually call someone his baby or babe. it’s his favorite and possibly only nickname (aside calling you pretty or gorgeous or handsome) and it will always be. 

MY LOVE ! —

akaashi; definitely definitely definitely calls you “my love” like i am 100% sure of this. akaashi is just so. he’s just so romantic but it’s also so unintentional? he says it because it feels natural and it feels right like you are his love after all, aren’t you? 

sakusa; he’s not one for elaborate nicknames honestly, and he feels like “my love” is the right balance of sweet, kind, fitting, and subtle and serene. it’s not doing too much but it’s also doing more than enough yk? also people that look like they would wear a trench coat/blazer and a turtleneck beneath also look like they would use the term “my love” hence sakusa and akaashi. 

tendō; i am telling you guys he is a simp. the loveliest simp ever. he says it so sweetly too like it genuinely makes your tummy twist and heart backflip when you hear him say it cause you can hear how genuine he is in his words oh my god. 

kita; he just !!! he is just husband material okay!!! he is so endearing and he says it in the softest most genuine voice ever and it’s literally his go to because yes you are his love you’re his entire world!!! he loves you!! he wants you to know it every time he calls out to you!! 

BUNNY/PUPPY ! —

bokuto; ARE YOU KIDDING ME. HE LOVES IT. he. loves it. he just finds it so cute and like. he loves the way he associates it with you now. prefers puppy over bunny but like. he loves both. he adores both. 

matsukawa; calls you bunny all the time. not more than doll, but it’s definitely so common. he won’t use it around others not because it’s embarrassing but more because he kinda wants it to be just a thing between the two of you, honestly. 

kenma; IT SLIPPED ONCE AND HE WAS LIKE. A DEER CAUGHT IN THE HEADLIGHTS. he calls you bunny!! sometimes, not always. when he wants something from you mostly. “pass me the water.” “no.” “bunny please :(” it works like magic every time. 

oikawa; oh my god can you imagine??? he loves it so much because one, he thinks it’s such a cute nickname props to whoever decided let’s use pets as literal pet names, but also two, he thinks nothing describes you or fits you better. you are just his bunny :( his puppy :( he loves you :( 

kageyama; timeskip kageyama calls you puppy. i have nothing more to say.

hinata; timeskip hinata calls you puppy. again, i shall say no more. 

suna; hello !!! he loves to call you bunny and/or puppy. the feel of satisfaction he gets when he calls you that like ,,, he feels like you’re properly his yk? yk.

KITTEN ! — 

kuroo; this one is for him and only him. 

LOVELY ! — (maybe sweetheart too) 

osamu; is there anything more beautiful than a tired osamu snuggling up to yoi and with a deep gravely voice saying, “missed you, lovely,” ? no there is not. it’s his favorite nickname for you, and he uses it all the time!! kisses your forehead as he leaves and tells you, “have a good day, lovely,” and comes back home and says, “hiya, lovely,” and tilts his head when you wanna talk to him about something like, “what’s up lovely?” cause you are his lovely, you’re his loveliest. 

sugawara; i have no other explanation other than i can picture it perfectly. he thinks it’s the best choice of a pet name he’s ever chosen and thought of. and he loves the smile on your face whenever he says it, he thinks it’s the sweetest thing ever <3 

BAE ! —

hanamaki; is it a joke? is it not? both. 

okay im sure i missed so many boys but i can’t think of any rn bc it’s like. hella late :( but i wanted to put something out for you guys!! point is, if i didnt mention a boy and you want to know, send me an ask!! and if i didn’t mention a nickname and you want to know that too? send me an ask well!! ill be happy to answer it <3 

love u all mwah <3 

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

First of all, congrats on 3000 followers! You're one of the best writers I have ever seen, the way you capture the characters personalities and quirks so well it's honestly astonishing. You deserve all the recognition in the world! Now, I have been waiting for your requests to be open for a while now bc I could not stop thinking about nathan + texting the wrong number. I don't think this in the prompt lists you shared, so feel free to just ignore. Either way, thank you so much for all the stories you give us!

Part of Youvebeenlivingfictional's 3K Follower Celebration

Notes: Thank you so much anon omg 🥺🥺🥺

Texts like this are from Nathan Texts like this are from you. A new line indicates a new text.

Warnings: Drunkenness, cursing, sexual innuendo, implied sex, implied phone sex

hey. hey hey hey hey I sent you the scummatics.

???

the

fucking the design things. Been drinking can’t spell right nnw

You also can’t text the right number, apparently.

Fuck you this is the right numver

Wow, drunk AND polite.

fuck you and quit fucking around i need that shit in productin yestrday

Well, looks like you’re not going to get it until tomorrow, along with a raging hangover

I pay ur goddamn celery, Randall

Randall must be one lucky man. I’m guessing he’s also underpaid if his compensation is celery.

randall i’m fucking over this just get your shit done do ur fuckgnin job

[Today Incoming Video Call]

[3 minutes long]

……ur much hotter than randall.

Drink some water and go to bed, dude.

--

Hi.

Still not Randall.

No, I know.

And you’re typing with the correct words, so I’m guessing you’re more sober than you were last night?

Correct.

I just wanted to apologize for that. I entered my assistant’s number wrong on my phone.

Don’t worry about it.

Right.

I need to ask you something.

Is it how to spell ‘schematics’?

…No.

Can I call you? Are you busy?

Sure, call.

--

Seeing Nathan Bateman’s face on the other end of your phone last night had been shocking. The last time you saw him—Well. You'd rather not think about that. You're not sure if the man straight-up didn't recognize or remember you, or if he was just too drunk for it to register last night. You’re not sure which would be better. But the fact that he’s contacting you again, and wants to call? It's even more stunning. When his number flashes across your screen under the name ‘That Drunk Guy’, you hesitate. You did tell him to call, but now you’re regretting it. You should’ve waited, asked what he wanted. But you take in a deep breath, and stab the green button, and lift the phone to your ear. “Yeah?” You ask.

“Why aren’t you using a Blue Book phone?”

“Is this seriously why you fucking called me?”

“I mean, no, I’m just curious.” You roll your eyes, eyeing your screen.

“You’re calling my work phone. They don't exactly let you choose what make and model you get—especially when you’re working for the company that makes them.”

“You work for fucking Apple?”

You can’t tell if he’s disgusted or amused. Nonetheless, you answer: “Uh huh.”

“Huh.”

“Right. So if that’s all—”

“It isn’t.”

“Okay?”

“I just uh…Yeah, I read those texts over and holy shit, I was...Kind of an asshole.”

“Yeah.”

“And I don’t need that getting to the press.” You snort. “The press already thinks you’re an asshole, Bateman.”

“Right. Nonetheless—”

“I won’t say shit about shit. Just send whatever fucking NDA you’re going to try and pitch me, I’ll get it back to you by the end of the day.”

“You can’t send it back in, like, five minutes?”

“I need my lawyer to go over it, make sure you’re not going to put my tits in a vice. I don’t sign anything without my lawyer looking at it.”

“Okay. I respect that.”

“No you don’t. You just want me to sign it and get it over with. Send it.” You pull your phone away from your ear without another word, hanging up. Your heart is pounding in your throat; your hand is shaking minutely. Nathan fucking Bateman. You’d been stunned last night, but if anyone knew—if anyone heard, this could get you in some hot water. Tech is a small world, and there’s nothing in your contract with Apple that prohibits speaking to any other companies, but Blue Book is Apple’s biggest competitor. You don’t want to rock the boat.

--

NDA is signed and sent.

You’re a merciful angel.

You can stop trying to butter me up, I sent the damn document already.

There’s no butter here.

Okay.

I mean, literally, none. My trainer has me abstaining from dairy.

You poor thing.

I’ll live. I miss cheese more than butter.

I bet.

You don’t wanna talk to me, do you.

I just have no idea why you’re still talking to me.

You know, when you vid called me, you looked familiar, but I couldn’t place you.

So I looked up your number.

Really putting that search engine to good use.

Did we fuck?

Last night? How drunk were you?

AI Tech summit, Geneva, like, two years ago.

…Yeah.

I FUCKING KNEW IT

Okay. Good talk.

For the record, I would never put your tits in a vice. From what I remember, you’re not into that kinda thing.

Friendly reminder that that NDA was only inclusive of the texts that you sent me last night.

…Right.

You had no clause for future or further communications.

Right right right.

Holding my own NDA over my head. That’s hot

Wow, you’re still going with this.

Call me again

For what?

call me

…Are you seriously jerking it over a power trip?

please call me

[Today Incoming Video Call]

[28 minutes long]

--

hey

Yep, just send the new NDA over.

[Attachment received]

??????

…This is a fucking plane ticket.

We had fun in Geneva, and I think we both had fun last night.

You think? You didn’t bother to ask before buying me a fucking ticket?

Come see me.

For a bang trip?

What else?

...Send the NDA that’ll go with the trip. I’m not getting out there and signing it. Send it now.

[Attachment received]

So fucking bossy.

It gets you hard.

It really does.

So you’re coming?

NDA pending.

Okay. --

You glance over at Nathan as he rolls off of you, brow furrowing. He’s sated, sweating, and…Giggling. “What?” You ask, stomach flooding with nerves and butterflies. Was the sex that bad? But Nathan shakes his head, reaching down and curling an arm around your middle, a dopey smile tipping up his lips as he says, “Remind me to send Randall a fucking fruit basket.”

[spencersawkward]

*concussions and confessions//spencer reid*

summary: a near-death experience encourages Spencer to admit his feelings for his best friend, even at the risk of ruining their relationship.

pairing: Fem!Reader/Spencer

content warnings: oh boy there’s a lot. i’ll start with the nonsexual ones-- choking (again, not sexual), blunt force, violence, some angst. ok time for the fun ones-- unprotected penetrative sex, masturbation, sex dream, oral (male receiving), slight dirty talk, creampie. lmk if there are more that i missed! 

word count: 5.4k

A/N: hi omg so i actually combined two requests for this bc i loved the concepts and i didn't wanna do one and not the other. i hope i do both of these justice hehe thanks for sending them! also sorry if the unsub scene sucks-- i don’t usually write that way, so i tried my best. 

request(s): omg if you need ideas for baby spence can you do a one shot where he's the girls best friend (she's not in the bau) and they are in love but neither of them admit it and he is really hurt in a case or almost dies or something traumatic and only when he gets back they confess their love... and then have sex 😏 ive been thinking about this concept alot 😌

can’t stop thinking about baby spencer (like s2-s4) & his girl best friend losing their virginity to each other... can you write a one shot on this please?

masterlist

"when are you coming back?" you ask over the line. you're lying on your bed, legs in the air while you talk to your best friend. it's been a long day for you, but a longer day for him. it's always a longer day for him. 

"you know that I don't know the answer to that question." Spencer's voice is soft as he attempts to keep quiet. he's two hours ahead and, despite the fact that you're both night owls, the person he's rooming with tonight isn't. 

"I know, but there's this Korean film festival that starts tomorrow and I was hoping you would be here to translate for me." you examine your nails while you talk. Spencer lets out a disappointed sigh. 

it's only been a few days since he left, but it's been a week since you last saw him and it feels like a long time. whenever he's not at work, you two are joined at the hip. ever since you first met a few years back at a poetry convention in DC, it feels like he's the only person who understands you. which is weird, because you couldn't be more different as individuals. 

"you should bring one of your other friends." 

"bold of you to assume I have other friends." you joke. Spencer chuckles to himself and your heart flutters. you love his laugh more than anything in the world. 

"I thought that was just me." he says. 

"oh, it is just you," you reply flatly. "I was trying to make you feel better."

you can practically feel Spencer smiling through the phone. although you tease him pretty frequently, he's sometimes able to get in his own shots. it's what makes your friendship interesting.

"hey," you add before he can say anything more. "how's the case going?" 

Spence starts to detail the whole thing, and you listen intently, the timbre and smoothness of his voice comforting you as you slip beneath the covers of your bed. you like the way he enunciates his words, his strange manner of speaking, because it lulls you to sleep. 

you know he's talking about horrible things, but something about the sound comforts you deeply. when he's not around, you're wishing you had it bottled up. 

he lays out their profile as it stands, and you fall silent. it's getting pretty late and you have to be up early for work tomorrow, so it would be a good idea to get some real rest. plus, Spencer needs to sleep, too-- even though he probably won't. 

you remember times when he'd call you at three in the morning, his mind whirring as he played chess against himself and asked if you wanted to hang out so he could teach you how. you hate chess, but of course you said yes; you'd been head over heels with him since your first conversation.

eventually, you feel yourself start to drift off. you don't even really know what he's saying; all of it blends together until you're laying there, one cheek pressed to the pillow and the receiver against the other. 

"Y/N?" he says your name abruptly and your eyes, which have been slowly drawing shut this whole time, fly open. 

"yeah?" 

"go to bed."

"what? no, I'll wait until you're done." you shift. 

"I could hear your breathing change." 

"then why didn't you just hang up?" you giggle. he goes silent for a moment and you wonder if he cut out, but then he responds. 

"I wanted to say goodnight." 

it's like a cage of butterflies is unleashed in your stomach. you wrinkle your nose as you get nervous. god, you miss him. things would be so much better if he was back. not like he'd be in your bed even if he was, though.  

"then say goodnight." you prod. he lets out an awkward little sound. 

"now I can't because you made it weird." 

"how did I make it weird?" 

"I don't know, you just did." he's so clumsy, your face heats up. you want to keep talking like this until morning.

"goodnight, Spence," the words sound reluctant, but you try to cover it up by teasing him further. "see, was that so bad?" 

"oh my god, Y/N--" he tries to sound exasperated. 

"no goodnight back?" you raise an eyebrow even though he can't see you right now.  

a lengthy silence again. "goodnight."

"that's what I thought." before he can protest, you end the call, settle into the covers. moonlight beams on the walls of your apartment, and you start to think about your best friend. about all the nights spent curled up on his couch with two bowls of popcorn, his ramblings about how much he loves his job and him asking about yours. 

he's a great listener. every time you talk, he nods along like he's hanging off every word. it's nice to feel heard that way, to have someone care. and he's fun to hang out with, too. you've met his team before and they all talk about how hard it is to get him to go out, but they don't see the same side of him that you do. 

Spencer is nerdy and cute and kind and sensitive. he makes you feel special. he's everything that you've ever wanted in a person. but it's not like it would matter, anyway. he hasn't really shown interest in any girls-- much less you. even if he did, you're scared of ruining the friendship. 

the fallout of not having him around at all... it would destroy you. and something, even if it's torturous, is better than nothing. 

which is why, as you sit there and remember being around him, your fingertips creep below the comforter. a familiar routine, they move over your stomach, until they reach the waistband of your panties. for a moment, you hesitate. it's wrong. he's your best friend. but he doesn't need to know that this is how you handle the ache he puts between your legs. 

as your index finger slides down your slit, you feel the wetness already forming. Spencer's hands, his mouth. the thought of his lips pressed to yours while he fucks you, holding your body like it's delicate. 

you don't know exactly how it would feel because you've never had sex, but you want to find out with him. he's never done it, either. you don't care; all you need is to have him inside of you, to see how he looks when he's on the edge. 

your mind wanders to the image of him parting your legs and rolling his eyes into the back of his head. the sensation of him filling you up. falling apart. 

you slide a finger inside, gasping at the way your walls tighten and your imagination runs wild. that tongue, lapping and making you squirm, your fingers twisted in his soft hair. he's so sweet; his attentiveness would make your legs shake. you want to look into his eyes while he does it. 

you add a second finger, curl them and brush over the most sensitive part. the pressure of his hips grinding into yours. your body curves up at the way you start to finger yourself, the other hand stimulating your clit. it's almost overwhelming, the way his name tumbles from your lips over and over. 

you've never wanted someone so badly in your life; he belongs in your bloodstream. the sounds he would make in your ear before finally cumming and collapsing on top of you, spent. you want to tire him out and then do it all over again. 

you're greedy on the edge, indulging in every single image of him you can conjure up, every dirty thing you'd say. finally, you feel yourself fall, the orgasm intense as you bite back groans of pleasure and work through the high. it's amazing. 

you sit there, panting, feeling your heart beat in your chest. some things can't leave your head, they're so sinful. and the worst part is that you don't regret it in the slightest. 

...

Spencer can feel his pulse practically leaping against his throat as he makes his way through the empty warehouse. he should have waited for backup; he knows he should have, but it's too late now to go back and change things. 

he clutches his gun, pointing it in front of him while his eyes flicker wildly across the space. he's moving between enormous aisles stuffed with crates, not knowing who else is around. they said the unsub brought his newest victim here-- Spencer came first because was closest to the site-- but he hears nothing aside from the uneven rhythm of his own breath. 

every step is careful. he's thinking about how close the rest of the team must be. based on their distance from the station, they should arrive within six minutes-- but that doesn't account for the time it takes to put on their bulletproof vests, to get to their cars. 

truthfully, he doesn't know if he's going to have to do this on his own. and that scares him the most. 

there's no point in worrying. he swallows the lump in his throat and presses his back to one of the crates. there's a scraping noise a ways off that causes him to freeze. because of the echoes of the warehouse, the origin is indiscernible. he doesn't breathe, eyes darting between each of the openings into the aisle. 

after a minute of pure silence, he peels himself away and turns to head back out. 

and that's when the sound of wood cracking against bone startles him; he hears it before he feels it, but it's obvious when he crumples to the floor. like knife points pressing into his brain at all angles, the shooting agony in his skull. 

he starts to clutch at his head, only to be yanked off the ground by a meaty hand and thrown against the side of a crate. 

"fucking feds." the guy is enormous. gargantuan. he keeps his arm across Reid's throat, pressing down enough to restrict his airway. but Spencer can't even concentrate on the guy's face further than its rough outlines. his vision is going in and out, fuzzy at the edges from the blow to his head. 

he definitely has a concussion. 

"I..." he trails off. the huge FBI logo on his vest is a dead giveaway. 

"all alone?" the unsub has breath like rotten fish, spits each word into his face. "I won't even need my gun." 

Spencer's head lolls to the side and he catches sight of his own weapon lying helplessly a few feet away. there's no way he could get to it in time, even if he got out of this guy's chokehold. 

he tries to think of a way to talk himself out of this; after all, their profile said he'd be more susceptible to negotiation, but that's kind of hard to do with someone's forearm slammed against your trachea. he presses harder and Spencer sees stars. his glasses hang almost off the bridge of his nose, centimeters from falling to the floor. 

he starts to realize that he's going to die, defenseless and alone, in a warehouse. at the hands of a man who kills women because his Viagra doesn't work. but this doesn't incite the kind of panic Spencer always predicted he'd feel. the lack of oxygen in his brain causes him to go delirious. 

he misses home. his mom and his old house, even though things were hard. he misses Y/N, his team members. he wishes his team was here; he should have waited for them. he should have told Y/N how he feels. now she's never going to know. 

Reid is so out of it, he doesn't even notice the pressure being relieved from his throat until he collapses on the ground. the unsub falls, too, his cheek smashed by the force of the abandoned wooden plank. 

it's hard to tell what's happening until Reid lifts his head to see Morgan standing above him, preparing to handcuff the criminal.

"kid," Spencer never thought he'd be so glad to hear his voice. "what happened?"

...

you practically crash into Spencer's apartment the next evening, flinging your body through the front door with your spare key. 

"Spence?" you call out from the entryway. everything still looks the same, but when his colleague, Penelope, called you today to tell you that Reid had gotten a concussion after a run-in with an unsub, you rushed here as soon as you could. 

"in here." he calls from his bedroom. you don't hesitate, your feet carrying you there. you've been anxious all day; he didn't call last night or even text like usual. you were on the verge of panicking when Penelope called. 

of course, you knew that was the risk with Spencer. he knew the risk, too. his life would always be in the balance when it came to the cases, but he'd gone through so many at this point, you weren't thinking about it. if you did, you wouldn't be able to focus on anything else. 

when you walk in, the first thing you see is Spencer laying in bed in his silk pjs. there's a stack of unread books on his bedside table. his glasses sit on top. he's just laying there with his eyes closed. 

"oh my god." you mutter, dropping your bag on the floor and walking over. he opens his eyes with a slight smile. there's a purple bruise forming across his throat, light but definitely there.  

"hi." 

"what the fuck happened?" you ask the question you've been wondering the whole way here. 

"he hit me with a plank." Spencer explains, the phrase coming out like he's still confused about it. "I'm fine, just a mild concussion and a bruise because he choked me." 

you take a second to assess if he actually means that he's okay, or if he's trying not to worry you. he stares at your expression for a second. 

"Y/N, I'm really fine." 

"you don't look fine." you gesture to the fact that he's laying in bed. 

"my body is sore, but nothing's wrong with me. I just can't look at screens or read." this last part makes him much more melancholy, it seems. you reach down and ruffle his hair playfully. 

"sounds like a nightmare." 

"it is." he cracks up. 

"I'm glad you're okay." you sigh. your heart rate has slowed to a reasonable pace now that you know he's fine. Spencer gives a ghost of a smile, and when he pats the empty spot on the bed beside him, you kick off your shoes and climb over his body to sit down. "so... did you guys get him?" 

"the unsub?" he turns his head to look at you. something is in his eyes that you can't read. "yeah, he's in custody. we saved the girl he abducted, too." 

"well, aren't you a hero?" you grin, pinching his arm. 

"ow!" he flinches. "don't hurt the patient."

"oh, so now you're injured?" you giggle softly. his smile fades a bit, gaze trailing from your face to your legs. it isn't lustful or anything, more like he's taking in your existence. it still makes your heart flutter. 

"I wasn't really a hero, anyway," he sighs. "I got knocked down before I even found her." 

"oof." you wince. 

"yeah, it's sort of embarrassing. I went in by myself and--"

"you went by yourself?" you clarify, turning to face him. of course he did. 

"yeah." he avoids your gaze. 

"Spencer, I work in a stationery shop and I know you're supposed to wait for backup." you deadpan. he snorts, staring straight ahead at the wall. his hair is flat in the back from where he's been resting it against the headboard. 

"he would have hurt her if I had waited." he explains. your heart softens a bit at this. you know Spencer has a problem with saving people; sometimes he doesn't think things through. but you know that it's only because he cares. 

you smile gently, appreciating what a beautiful person he is. you don't understand how other people don't see him how you do. your hand reaches for his suddenly, and you find yourself snuggling into his shoulder. 

Spencer doesn't usually like touch, but he welcomes this, dropping his own head to rest on top of yours while you both stare at the wall. his silence feels heavy, more than it usually does, and you wonder what he's thinking. 

"I'm really glad you're okay, Spencer." your tone is low, like it's a secret. 

"you already said that." 

"shut up." 

"you care about me." he sing-songs with a smile, and you know he means it in a friendly way, but you don't care. it brings warmth to your cheeks. 

"whatever. you care about me, too." 

he lets out a slight chuckle. "when I started to black out, I thought of you." 

your heart leaps, even though the reason is pretty dark. "oh, yeah?"

"mhmm." he hums. 

"nobody's ever told me that they thought of me in their last moments of life before." you tease. there are so many things you'd like to say, but know you can't. he smells like himself and coffee beans, his skin warm beneath the silk of his pajamas. 

"I'd hope not."

"anything in particular?" you wonder aloud. 

"what?" you feel him tense beneath you, and that's how you know there's something he's not telling you. 

"were you thinking about anything in particular?" 

"someone's full of themselves." he jokes. you smack his arm.  

"humor me." more than anything, you want to hear his thoughts. you know you're reaching, but you don't care. 

"just..." he pauses, the next words coming out almost too quietly to hear. "things I never got to say to you." 

"like?" now you're intrigued. 

"no way." he laughs and you groan, turning and realizing that you've both sunk deeper onto the bed and are now practically lying down. 

"c'mon," you prod. you've flipped onto your side while you watch him, his eyes directed at the ceiling. "what if you'd actually died?" 

Spencer gives you a look, and you wish you could snap a picture of his face. the gentle features, the warmth in his eyes. he stares at you differently than before, and it makes your stomach flip again. "I, um." 

you start to trace your index absently down his forearm, where his sleeve has incidentally gotten rolled up. his skin is soft. you know that this isn't a friendly thing to do, but something inside you craves his touch right now. you almost lost him; you can't imagine how horrible that would be. 

"I wanted to say that I--" he gulps, muscles in his shoulder tight beneath your cheek. "well, I care about you, and I... I really love you." 

it's not the first time he's said it, obviously in a platonic sense. what affects you is that he's acting like it's a big deal. 

"I love you too, Spence." you smile softly. his chest rises and falls faster, his face tensed. 

"no, I mean--" he turns onto his side, using the action to distract from his own nervousness. he holds your gaze and you forget how to breathe as he speaks. every syllable is serious, but you note his fingers fidgeting at his side. "I'm in love with you." 

it's like all the air in the room has been sucked out. you swallow, unsure of how to react at first. you don't believe what you're hearing, simply because it doesn't make sense. you've been friends for a while, now, but Spencer has never made a move to ask you out or acted like he wanted anything more. 

your heart swells. 

"you're in love with me?" the words even feel surreal on your tongue. he takes it as rejection.

"I shouldn't have said that, I'm sorry." Spencer rubs his eyes with the heels of his hands, his expression turning to a cringe. he's about to sit up to hide the red in his cheeks, but you pull him back down by the shoulder. 

"not so fast, crazy boy." the corners of your mouth are turning up into a grin. you can't help it; every nerve in your body is alive. Spencer loves you. he feels the same way. 

when he sinks back down onto the mattress and sighs, preparing to say something that rescinds the statement to erase any awkwardness, you grab his face and turn it to yours. you don't kiss him, only force him to look. 

"I'm in love with you, too." 

his eyebrows fly up in surprise. "r-really?"

"yes." you nod. 

he takes a second to process this. you see about five different expressions pass over his face, each one reminding you of how earnest he is. and it's absolutely adorable. 

"well, that's good, isn't it?" he clarifies. you pretend to think on it. 

"I'd say so, yeah." 

he smiles. a genuine, rare one that makes your veins feel as if they're full of glitter. you're on Cloud 9. 

"can I kiss you?" you ask him quietly. he seems surprised at this, too, like he never thought you'd want that, but then nods eagerly. 

you close the gap between you on the bed, holding his jaw in one hand while the other rests on his forearm. your lips meet softly at first. he's cautious, scared of pushing you away. he hasn't kissed many people before. but he's good at it, letting you take the lead. 

there's no way to adequately describe kissing Spencer. every bone in your body turns to mush, immediately craving more contact. you slide your tongue across his full bottom lip, and he lets you in. his affection is the most loved you've ever felt. because sure, you haven't had sex, but you've kissed people before. 

never like this. 

one of his hands goes up to wrap around your forearm tenderly before he shifts to lie on his side. you wrap around each other, turning the kiss into a full-body embrace as you breathe in. you want more. your leg swings over his torso so you can pull yourself closer, and he groans into your mouth when your pelvis presses against his. 

the kiss gets more heated, his hands carefully but hungrily traveling down the curve of your waist. you flip so that you're straddling him without breaking any contact. 

you don't really think about the way your hips begin to rock against his, your pussy involuntarily working for friction. there are so many happy chemicals in your brain right now, you giggle against his mouth when his body bucks up into yours. he groans. 

"Y/N..." he breathes softly. his hands move from your waist to your thighs, afraid to dig his fingertips in. 

"what?" you sigh, licking over his bottom lip again. he moans at the way you keep grinding on his erection. 

"I wanna--" his eyelashes flutter when he gasps. "I wanna touch you." 

"do it." your palm is resting tenderly against his cheek. he responds by finally holding you down, sliding his body up a bit to grind against your center. you whine. "touch whatever you want, Spencer." 

his cock twitches in his pants and you push the hem of his shirt up while he uses one hand to massage your tits. the voracious, curious nature of his attention makes you sigh, touching his stomach. he feels perfect beneath you. 

soon you're grabbing at each other without any regard for grace. he's so horny, he's pawing at whatever he can while you do the same to him. the kissing gives way to straight panting while you look at each other. 

"can I suck your dick?" you whisper. Spencer's eyes widen. you've never seen him nod so fast. 

you press your mouth to his one more time before inching down his body, sucking on his clavicle, then his stomach. careful to avoid the purple marks on his neck. he watches you intently, memorizing the details of this moment for later. when you reach the waistband of his pants, you peek up. he strains against the material. 

your mouth drops open and you draw your tongue over the clothed bulge, maintaining eye contact. Spencer throws his head back. his voice is high. "oh my god, oh my god." 

you smirk, licking it again. he clenches his jaw. "I'm gonna c-cum if you don't--" he tries for words, but he's mewling and moving against your mouth. you pull at his pants, hooking your fingers in his boxers and bringing them down, too. 

Spencer bucks into the air when his cock hits his stomach. it's big, precum leaking helplessly out of the tip while he whines. you want him now. 

"wow." you smile. he stares at you, tensing his stomach as you wrap your hand around his length. he's trying to keep quiet, but as soon as you spit on it and start to pump him, his head falls back into the pillow. 

you draw your tongue up the underside, paying special attention to the veins, reveling in his reactions. he looks like he's ascending to heaven when you start to suck on the first couple inches.  

"o-oh, fuck..." he keeps moving his hips off the bed for more, so you sink down further onto him, hollowing your cheeks and moaning. "Y/N..." 

you groan in response, feeling yourself get wetter with every sound he makes. you can't believe this is happening, the way he threads his fingers loosely through your hair in an attempt to touch more of you.

he tries to keep his eyes open while you suck, but they squint with pleasure. he's a mess for you, shuddering gently when you take nearly all of him into your mouth. 

before he can cum, you pull your mouth off of him with a satisfying pop. Spencer moans. 

"was that okay?" you ask carefully. this is the extent of your sexual experience, and you want to do more with him, but you aren't sure how he feels. your best friend stares back at you like you've turned his world upside down. 

"y-yeah," he replies. his face is flushed. "definitely okay."

he's throbbing, occasionally twitching against his stomach as he waits for more stimulation. you eye him carefully. 

"what do you feel comfortable doing?" your voice is smooth. "we can stop now, if you'd like." 

"I--" he chokes on the word. "I don't wanna stop." 

"do you want to have sex?" you ask. Spencer bites his lip, whines. 

"mhmm." 

"I wanna do that, too," you breathe out, straightening up and pulling your shirt over your head, unclasping your bra, before getting to work on your shorts. you know you're practically dripping. he's been more vocal, but you feel like you're going to implode from the desire. "but I need to tell you something." 

"what?" he tugs your arm, coaxing you back to him and touching you greedily. you giggle as you kick your shorts and panties off somewhere in the room. both of you move like awkward teenagers. 

"I'm a virgin." you say. 

Spencer frowns. "really?" 

"yeah," you lick your lips. "so you need to be careful." 

"o-of course." he blushes, getting nervous again. "you know I'm a virgin too, right?"

"I know." you smile. he returns it sweetly, and the commotion of your bodies slows for a moment. you're so happy, you could cry. 

"what?" he breaks the comfortable silence. 

"I'm excited," you shrug. he's got his hands on your waist, rubbing his fingertips over your skin. then you remember something. "wait, are you allowed to have sex with your... injury?" 

"it's fine." he reaches up and kisses your throat with an urgency. 

"did the doctor say that?" your eyes roll while he sucks on your neck. he groans and pulls down on your waist so that your stomach presses against his cock. he ruts. 

"second opinion from me." he pants. you tap his cheek playfully, move up his body until your core brushes him. he whimpers when you reach between your bodies and grip his length in your hands. 

"you ready?" your voice is low. Spencer squeezes your thighs, eyes moving between your tits and your face. 

"yes." he sighs. you position it, slicking him in your pussy while he wraps an arm around your waist and moans for more. your chests are pressed together, looking into each other's eyes while you slide him into you. 

you have to go slow, the intrusion causing your jaw to drop. you don't breathe. he's got his eyes rolled into the back of his head.  

"Spencer." you whimper, dropping your head onto his chest when he's fully inside of you. his fingers rub patiently over your back. 

"are you okay?" his voice is laced with a moan, trying to resist thrusting. 

"yeah, just a second." you wiggle a little bit to test the boundaries. it hurts, but it also feels good. your clit is begging for more pressure, so you start to roll your hips. Reid moans loudly. 

"Y/N..." he whimpers. "don't stop." 

"you want more?" the need in his voice makes you hornier, and you increase the pace, despite the slight pain. you're so wet, he slides in and out without much effort. 

"so-- much more." he's gasping, hands on your thighs as he watches your naked body writhe on top of him. he's never been more aroused in his life, spurred on by your scent and form and the tightness that keeps clenching around his cock.

he understands why people love sex so much, now. he wants it every day, wants to fuck you in every position and pleasure you. the sounds you release in his ear, whines and praises, he would do anything for more. walk to the ends of the earth to feel you cum on his cock. 

his hand finds your ass, squeezes it. 

"this feel good, Spence? fucking your best friend?" you talk dirty and he twitches. you're always so sweet, the words coming out of your mouth for him are going to send the genius into a tailspin. 

"mhmm," he holds you down so that he can thrust up. speaking at all is a struggle with the way he's feeling. "perfect." 

you start to say something else, but he hits a certain angle and you let out a quiet yelp, hips jumping at the pleasure. "I'm gonna cum." 

Spencer gets a rush of relief because it's taking everything in him right now not to absolutely lose it inside your pussy. he's hanging on by a thread. "me, too." 

you use your position on top to stimulate yourself. both of you chase your orgasms roughly, the rhythm you created degenerating into clawing excitement. 

"cum inside me, Spencer." you beg him. it sounds like you would do anything to feel it, that sensation that you've never experience but have always imagined. and Spencer, his own head foggy with ecstasy, nods and opens his mouth to let out a loud groan. 

"Y/N, fuck fuck fuck-- I'm--" he shoots his load inside of you, rutting wildly and letting his head drop onto the pillow while he pants. you can feel it. strange, lovely jolts of his seed spreading. your hands, which have been resting on his shoulders, tighten and you reach your climax. you flutter around him, both of you still moving to ease the intensity of the high. 

it's remarkable. you're crying out, having the most mind-blowing orgasm of your life. you never thought your first time would be like this. but you're glad it is, muscles tightening and releasing with the mixture of emotions. 

you collapse fully, him still inside. 

neither of you speaks. his heartbeat thuds against your ear, and you hold onto him like letting go would be the end of the world. you can't believe you could have lost him. you don't want to think about it. 

"sorry I came so fast." Spencer apologizes breathlessly. you can feel his cum dripping down your entrance when he slides out. 

"I don't care." you mumble. both of you stay there for a while, his heartbeat changing to a pace that reminds you of genuine excitement. like a hummingbird. 

"we can try again, sometime." he offers. you lift your head to rest your chin on his chest. his skin is flushed, pupils dilated, hair messy. such a pretty boy. 

"we should try multiple times." 

he gives you a cheerful smile, and everything starts to fall into place. you took each other's virginity. "Y/N?" 

he likes to say your name, and you love to hear it. "yes?" 

"are we dating?" the bluntness of the question makes you giggle. you don't hesitate. 

"yeah." 

“good.”

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