#husband in gym with girlfriend

[lilliemadoka]

making battamonda in the sims 4 just to set them on fire and delete the file

[missdynamighttt]

⋆.ೃ࿔*:･⇢"but kia! how do i know what is-" ࿐ྂ

HONEY, YOU'RE A STAR ☆ ! - smut ༉‧₊˚.

BABY, YOU HAVE MY HEART ♡ ! - fluff ༉‧₊˚.

SHINE BRIGHT LIKE A DIAMOND ✧! - angst ༉‧₊˚.

LONG FICS (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) .ᐟ.ᐟ ᯓᡣ𐭩

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ honey..come back to me. please. | k. bakugo (first ever fic)

₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ IN WHICH, you and your ex-boyfriend katsuki bakugo can't seem to resist each other no matter what. even if you're only supposed to be friendly at the class reunion party.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ there's no one like you, sweets. | k. bakugo

₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ IN WHICH, you make what feels like the worst decision of your life—getting into a hot tub with your fake boyfriend, katsuki bakugo.

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ fat ass like hers needs a real man to fuck it | k. bakugo

₊✩‧₊˚౨ৎ IN WHICH, you get tangled up with your boyfriend's arrogant, infuriating, and devastatingly hot rival, katsuki bakugou and ended up fucking... one too many times.

SHORT FICS ٩(^ᗜ^ )و ´- ᯓᡣ𐭩

*ੈ♡‧₊˚ convincing bf! katsuki to do the sticky cover

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ shoulder-biter bf! katsuki

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ beach with older bf! katsuki

*ੈ♡‧₊˚ new year with bf! katsuki

*ੈ♡‧₊˚ jacked AND kind with bf! katsuki

*ੈ♡‧₊˚ crying in a movie with bf! katsuki

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ watching porn with bf! katsuki

*ੈ✩‧₊ bf! katsuki pays for your nails and you thank him

*ੈ♡‧₊˚ bf! katsuki convincing you to go on a date with him

*ੈ✩‧₊ bf! katsuki does your eyeliner

*ੈ✩‧₊ backshots with enemies, pro hero! katsuki

*ੈ♡‧₊˚ pro hero, husband! katsuki's greatest achievement

*ੈ✩‧₊ old bro's bsf! katsuki catches you masturbating (1k special)

*ੈ♡‧₊˚ using bf! katsuki's face to test out your lipsticks

*ੈ♡‧₊˚ shamelessly seducing boss! katsuki as his secretary

*ੈ♡‧₊˚ husband! katsuki had a dream you divorced him

*ੈ♡‧₊˚ sitting on bf! katsuki's shoulders while he cooks

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ husband! katsuki SO in love with the way that you smell

*ੈ♡‧₊˚ husband! katsuki on twitter for texting you while fighting

*ੈ♡‧₊˚ husband! katsuki asks for a kiss after an argument

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ acidentally snooping on freaky, bf! katsuki's phone

*ੈ♡‧₊˚ asking bf! katsuki about prenups

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ twitter porn links with katsuki (2k special)

*ੈ♡‧₊˚ pro hero, husband! katsuki hears he needs to bone his wife

*ੈ��‧₊˚ ovulation week with bf! katsuki

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ shit to try w/ her masterlist (3k special)

*ੈ♡‧₊˚ filipina gf! arguing with bf! katsuki

*ੈ♡‧₊˚ texting old bro's bsf! katsuki part two

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ husband! katsuki taking out his frustrations on you

*ੈ♡‧₊˚ husband! katsuki takes care of you after a long day

*ੈ♡‧₊˚ bf! katsuki pays for his girlfriend tax

*ੈ♡‧₊˚ bf! katsuki helps you with procrastinating

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ bf! katsuki pranks you for april fools... differently

*ੈ♡‧₊˚ shopping w/ bf! katsuki for the first time

*ੈ♡‧₊˚ missing frat boy, bf! katsuki's calls

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ part two of enemies, pro hero! katsuki

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ easter birthday special (late 4k special)

REQUESTS (˶ ˘ ³˘)ˆᵕ ˆ˶) / / ᯓᡣ𐭩

*ੈ♡‧₊˚ life with husband! katsuki and kids

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ arguing w/ bf! katsuki being reckless

*ੈ✧‧₊˚ single father! katsuki finds daughter's drugs

*ੈ✧‧₊˚ pro hero! katsuki meeting villain! reader

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ internet goes wild over mature photo of pro hero! katsuki

*ੈ♡‧₊˚ mature interview with pro hero! katsuki and his wife

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ bf! katsuki's first time hearing you moan

*ੈ✧‧₊˚ falling in love with fantasy! katsuki over and over again

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ missionary bear hug with bf! katsuki

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ hyena! reader and pro hero! katsuki nsfw

*ੈ♡‧₊˚ bf! katsuki cooks your favorite filo dish

*ੈ✧♡‧₊˚ situationship with katsuki

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ husband! katsuki with a big dick

*ੈ♡‧₊˚ bf! katsuki's favorite place: your thighs

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ gym rat! needy bf katsuki

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ brat tamer! katsuki

*ੈ♡‧₊˚ dating frat boy! katsuki

‎‧₊˚✧[ it's me, kia! ]✧˚₊‧

⋆˚࿔ kia's note ˚⋆ kia thanks you for making it to the end (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ꕤ*.ﾟ

[barefeet-only]

Say Shawarma Right Now

It was a rainy August afternoon when Talia arrived in Gotham. It wasn’t a shock that it was raining, it always rained in Gotham. A depressing city with a depressing atmosphere. Why her love and son were so obsessed with it she would never know. So while Talia was prepared with her umbrella as she walked through the streets, waiting for her son’s compatriots to notice she was in town, she did not expect the humidity. This city always found a way to make her miserable. 

While she waited for her son to come find her, Talia made her way to her favorite local street vendor. A wonderful immigrant woman from Iran who had married a Turkish man and moved to the United States with hopes of grandeur. She had a talent for seasonings unheard of on this side of the Atlantic and it always made suffering through her chattering worth it. 

Talia noticed him as she made her way down the international market. A tall man with broad shoulders and a fit build. Not too muscular but enough to prove he went to the gym regularly. He was laughing loudly as he talked to the shawarma lady while she made his food. The cook was talking about how her son had finally gotten a girlfriend but forgot her birthday and was desperately trying to make it up to her. 

“Say wallah right now!” He jokingly exclaimed. 

“Wallah! Now I have a moping son and a no good husband stinking up the house right now. What I wouldn’t give to have a good boy like you as my child!”

Talia was on edge, something about this man was familiar to her. She couldn’t place where, but instinctually the assassin knew she knew this man. In her line of work, being able to place a face was the difference between life and death.

Talia took a seat at a nearby bench and began studying his side profile. He had thick black hair with an undercut and longer bangs on the front, a black stud on his lower lobe, and lightly tanned skin that would allow him to pass as white as long as he stayed out of the sun. While his piercing blue eyes should have been the first thing anyone would notice about him, it was the small curving scar behind his ear that instantly clued Talia in on his identity. 

“How much longer do you plan on staying in Gothman Danyal?” The cook asked. 

“Ah, I'm only here for another week now. Looks like we are closing the deal and I’ll be heading home.”

Danyal gave a cheerful smile to the lady as she handed him his food. 

“It’s partly why I came here to visit you, Mina. No one back home knows how to season like you do.” 

He leaned in and spoke low, “Or give me as good a discount.”

Mina tsked and smacked the man, “What a beggar! Got yourself a big fancy job and you’re still here asking for money off!”

Danyal winked at her and took a bite of his food, groaning in appreciation. 

Mina smiled, “Well I’m going to miss you dear boy. Please come visit some time.” 

“Boy?! How many times do I have to tell you I’m thirty!”

Danyal smiled genuinely and handed her a bright green business card, “But of course I’m going to visit. Here, this has my number on it, remind me to come visit in a couple months when you realize your best customer needs to help you pay your bills.”

She took the card and giggled. 

“Green? Really Danyal, you ought to be more professional with the job you have, this is why I call you boy. That and you barely look a day past twenty-three.” 

Danyal giggled and walked away, taking his meal with him. Talia was no longer hungry anymore. After a few moments she stood up and slowly followed him. She needed to know why he was in Gotham, she needed to know why he was alive. 

As they walked through the streets Talia noticed that Danyal was dry, the rain hadn’t stopped the entire time she had been in Gotham yet somehow Danyal had not a drop of moisture on him. He must have some device on him that allowed him to stay dry, there was no natural explanation. Dangerous she thought. Yet the moment the thought occurred to her, she recoiled at the idea. Danyal was a pathetic assassin, he had no talent for the craft at all and after all this time he finally instilled caution in her? Something was wrong, and Talia was determined to figure out what. If nothing else, she would finally achieve her greatest regret and kill Danyal herself. 

[reignpage]

WRITTEN WORKS

Non-smau works of various lengths and themes Mostly of JJK Happy reading.

Gojo Satoru

The Other series

The Other Man + The Other Woman + The Other Side

In which your husband loses his memory and forgets you

Star-crossed series

Finders Keepers Lights Show Movie Night ★ Bubble Bubble ★

In which alien!reader crash lands in front of Gojo and your life with him begins all while, slowly but surely, learning what it takes to be human

Dog-Eat-Dog World ★

In which you are dating Siberian husky hybrid!Gojo

Pathetic piner

In which Gojo is a little simp

Whisking it all I II ★

In which Aspiring pâtissier!Gojo is your pastry class rival

Spread 'em ★

In which you peg Gojo

Geto Suguru

Best Friends Forever ★

In which you and your bff indulge in feelings you definitely shouldn't

The Best Kind of Remedy ★

In which herbalist boyfriend, Geto, has just the thing to cure your ailments

Choso Kamo

So Mean! ★

In which you just can't help but tease your boyfriend during sexy time

Help me step bro! ★

In which there are new additions to your family and one of them is irresistibly hot and he has his eyes on you

Best roommate ever ★

In which your roommate is a massive pervert

Night crawler ★

In which your boyfriend sleepwalks

Toji Fushiguro

Just a Quick Stop

In which you always knew it wasn't a lasting thing

Give it to me ★

In which he gives it to you good

Sweet Revenge ★

In which your husband and your sister are horrible people and single dad!toji is here to help you out in more ways than one

Lying to himself

In which your boyfriend claims he won't miss you when you're away for work

Working hard

In which you're not a great gym buddy

In Sheep's Clothing ★

In which wolf hybrid!toji shows up at your door during a rough snowstorm 20k

Big Stretch ★

In which chiropractor!toji meets a pretty client he can't help but want to loosen up a little more than others

She's Crazy But She's Mine ★

In which everyone wonders why hockey player!Toji is dating weird girl!reader

Nanami Kento

Hauntings we don't face

In which there's a ghost in your house

First friend

In which your daughter has an imaginary friend

Bear Necessities ★

In which you are married to brown bear hybrid!Nanami

When the night changes

In which Nanami realises you've become a part of his life (pre-relationship)

Sew it begins I II ★

In which Tailor!Nanami has taken a liking towards a new client

Bottoms-up ★

In which your husband lets you peg him

Husband!Nanami series

Birthday Boy Bath time ★ Mornings Missing you Office-r! ★ Rest Up Doctor's Orders ★ Cravings ★ Baby brain Dad bod Loss Clogged ★ First words Snip snip

Non-linear slice of life fics of husband!nanami and his wife

Sukuna Ryomen

College student!Sukuna 1:03: first kiss 2:35: late night cravings 21:47: his dirty secret ★ 18:05: locked folder ★ 20:38: rainy days ★ 9:35: what's the rush? ★ 23:54: three's a crowd ★ 13:04: cancelled classes ★

In which he's both a pervert and a sweetheart (kinda but not really at all) to his little college friend!reader in a modern au

Sukuna in Wonderland ★

In which you're on a quest with your rival and you both have to deal with the freakiness of this world 17.2k

You've Ghost to be Kidding ★

In which you've moved into a new home and right into the arms of a horny ghost

A Cursed Series

Encounter Mercy Forest

In which you find yourself bound to dragon!sukuna

Good God he's huge

In which you recount all the silly goofy ways Sukuna uses his true form against you

Shoko Ieiri

No Rest For The Wicked ★

In which you and your girlfriend tire each other out

Multi-Character

His Loss, Their Gain

In which you get stood up and they step up for you (pre-relationship)

Munchkins ★

In which the jjk men eat pussy

Perverts ★ Perverts II (dead dove do not eat) ★

In which the jjk men are different kinds of perverts (pre-relationship) + (established relationship)

A man's place ★

In which you have a 3sum with Utahime and Shoko, leaving Satoru out

Slumber

In which the men react to you being in a coma

Their fantasies ★

In which the jjk men think about their deepest desires

Miscallaenous

COD Konig ❥ Restrained Beast ★ Simon Riley ❥ Homecoming ★

[rbfclassy]

STILL IN LOVE! #8 — TOJI FUSHIGURO

SYNOPSIS...after still messing around with your ex husband, you began to wonder if you’re still in love with him after finding out about his new girlfriend…

INFO...ex husband!toji x fem!reader, reader & toji have two kids, megumi is readers bio son, jealousy, smut, angst, arguments, alcohol, drinking problem, family problems, arguing in front of kids, toxic behaviors, crying, mentions of divorce

OTHER...likes and reblogs are appreciated

“Fuck,” Toji grunted before letting out a deep sigh, sweat dripping off his skin as he placed the weights down on the floor. He looked around the room, glancing outside the window.

“That was three more than the last time,” Gojo spoke with a smirk, leaning up against the wall. He took a sip from his water bottle before speaking again, “who’re you tryna impress?” He teased.

“No one. Just tryna get back into the gym.” Toji grabbed his water off of the floor along with his towel, wiping the sweat from his face. Gojo causally walked over towards Toji, standing over him with his arms folded. “May I help you?” Toji glared at the white haired man. As good of a friend gojo was to Toji, he was also very annoying at times, which eventually he had to get used to.

“You never told me how your talk with y/n went? How is she anyway? Single? Not single? Just wanna know when I can make my move.” Gojo quirked a brow, clearly trying to get a reaction from his friend.

“Very funny. She’s doing just fine.” Toji stood from his seat, pushing past Gojo and walking out of his gym room towards the kitchen to grab a small snack. Gojo trailed right behind him, laughing.

“And?” Gojo snatched the box of granola bars from Toji’s hand, slamming them on the counter as he waited for more of a response. “Come on man, I want the details!”

Toji rolled his eyes with the shake of his head, snatching back the box. “We talked about us as parents and our kids. That’s it. What more do you wanna hear?” The crinkling sound of a wrapper filled the silent kitchen.

“That’s it?” Gojo’s brows furrowed, genuinely confused. Toji nodded in response, chewing on his food. “You two didnt have sex?” Gojo questioned, eyebrows now raised in surprise. “Not even a kiss?”

“Nothin. Just a hug and a see you later,” Toji explained.

“Holy shit! You two are actually over. Wow, I never thought I’d see this day come,” Gojo scoffed, grabbing a granola bar from the box. “Have you met or seen her new man?”

Toji shrugged. “No, not really. I’ve seen him, but I haven’t properly talked to him. Don’t think I want to. I want her to be happy, she deserves it. I just can’t stand seeing her happy with someone else. Is that wrong of me? I still get jealous, possessive. But it’s no longer my place to say anything.”

“Who are you and what did you do with Toji?” Gojo had a scowl on his face. Toji let out an airy laugh, shaking his head at him. “It’s weird seeing you all…mature.” Gojo shivered before taking another bite of his granola bar.

“I know. I’m still getting used to it myself.” Not a second goes by where you’re not on Toji’s mind. He thinks about what you’re doing, how you’re doing. He wants to text you, see you, hear your voice, touch you again. He hates that it has to be this way now, but it’s for you, for your family.

Though he has these thoughts in the back of his head, imagining you forgetting about him, acting like he doesn’t exist anymore, you getting remarried to someone that isn’t him. He’s scared of fully losing you, losing his family. You and the kids are the only thing keeping him together, giving him hope that things we maybe work out in the future. But every now and then, he sees those flowers on your table, the kiss your shared with him, the smile on your face when you hugged him. It haunts Toji.

“I forgot to ask, how’d your talk with Toji go?” Kento questioned, his arms snaking around your waist as you wiped your makeup off in the bathroom mirror. He peppered kisses down your neck as he waited for your response.

A smile crept on your face before speaking, “it went well actually. No argument. He was actually very understanding.” You softly smiled, continuing to wipe the makeup off. Of course you wouldn’t mention how Toji practically told you he was still in love with you, held you in his arms while you cried into his chest. It still felt like you smell his cologne in your nose each time you took a deep breath.

“Well, that’s good, right? Now you won’t have to deal with him anymore,” Kento chuckled, pulling away from you. Your brows furrowed at his comment, something in the way he said it didn’t sit right with you, but you decided to ignore it. “He seems like a pretty shitty person, but who am I to judge. I’m just glad you’re doing better, sweetheart.”

You turned around to face the blonde haired man with a puzzled look on your face. “Yeah, who are you to judge?” You asked, tossing your makeup wipe down on the bathroom counter. “Me and Toji may have not had the best relationship towards the end and we may not agree on some things, but I do not need you coming up in here and bashing my children’s father to my face.”

“Woah, woah, calm down, I didn’t mean it like that, okay? I’m sorry, it just came out wrong.” Kento grabbed onto your hands, rubbing his thumbs over your knuckles. “I just seen how much he’s put you through and I don’t like it.” You pulled your hands from his, leaning Nanami with a slightly shocked expression.

“That is not how you meant it. Calling him a shitty person? Really? He’s a good dad, takes care of his kids, he cares about the people in his life, Kento.” You started to get defensive. Toji had his bad moments, every one does, and your relationship showed that side of him, but you also saw the best of him too. You knew deep down Toji was actually someone trustworthy, a good person at heart.

“Yeah, like the way he cared about you towards the end of your marriage?” Kento questioned.

You stared at him, unable to form words, trying to process the ones that just came out of his mouth. “What did you just say?”

Kento stepped closer towards you, realizing what had just slipped from his mouth, an apologetic look on his face when he saw the saddened look in your eyes. “I’m sorry, I—”

“You have no fucking right to talk about my marriage with him. Just because I told you what happened doesn’t mean you know the whole story, you understand? He was my husband, he’s the father of my kids! How fucking dare you? Get the hell out of my house.” Anger lined your tone. You never thought that someone like Nanami would ever judge someone’s character, let alone, speak about them in such an ill manner. He seemed understanding, open to the whole situation, even offered you advice—which you took.

“Y/n, I didn’t mean to upset you. Forgive me. You’re right, it isn’t my place to speak about your marriage. I just thought—”

“Let me make this clear again…get out of my house, please.” You sharply inhaled, eyes fluttering shut as you tried to control your anger. And to think you were going to have a nice night while the kids were at Shoko’s and you had the house to yourself. You stood there looking at the tiles of the bathroom floor, Nanami stepping out of the room to grab his things. A shaky breath rattled through your body as tears began forming in your eyes, but just as quickly as they came you wiped them away even faster.

The front door shut, leaving you in complete silence.

Toji rubbed the towel over his wet hair, sweats hanging low on his waist as he walked into the living room to settle down for the day. He grabbed the remote, turning on the tv to find an interesting moving to watch before bed, choosing between horror or thriller. “This is same shit as the other one,” he spoke to himself, sucking his teeth.

Toji’s phone began vibrating as he clicked through the movie selections, not bothering to look as he picked it up. “What do you want, Gojo?” Toji asked with an unenthusiastic tone.

“Toji,” you sniffled. He immediately sat up, eyes going wide at the sound of your voice.

“Y/n? What’s wrong? Are you okay? The kids okay?” He asked with panic, standing to his feet.

“The kids…the kids are fine, they’re with Shoko.” You could barely talk, trying to control your emotions.

“What’s wrong, mama?” Toji questioned, walking over to the front door to slip on his shoes. “What happened? Talk to me.” He opened his front door, walking to his car, unlocking it.

“Can you just come over? Please?” You asked.

“I’m already on my way, okay? Stay on the phone,” he demanded. The sound of your cries made Toji fill with worry. You wouldn’t tell him what was wrong or what was going on, but he’s never driven anywhere else faster before. “I’ll be there soon.”

“Okay.” You nodded as if he could see you.

Toji didn’t even turn his lights or tv off. Hell, he can’t even remember if he locked his front door. But at this point he didn’t give a damn. All he knew was that you needed him right now. He wasn’t going to leave you like he did all those times before. “I’m around the corner, be at the door.” Toji hung up the phone as he turned down your street, slowly breaking as he pulled up to your house. He noticed how there was only your car in the driveway.

He saw your front door open, the light from the house illuminating your figure as you stood on the steps. Toji quickly got out of the car, rushing towards you. He could hear you crying the closer he got. You reached towards him with open arms, Toji took you in his, nearly out of breath. “Mama, what’s wrong? What happened?” He asked, soothingly rubbing your back.

“I’m sorry for calling so late,” you sobbed.

“No, no, shh, come on, let’s go inside.” He noticed how you were only in your nightgown in the cold. Helping you into the house, he locked the front door behind him. He stood there with you in his arms, embracing you, comforting you as you cried. “I’m here, baby,” he said softly.

“I just…we got into a fight…and I started drinking and I—I can’t stop crying. I needed you,” you explained, tears rolling down your cheeks. Toji could faintly smell the alcohol on your breath as you spoke. Toji wasn’t going to intrude on your business when it came to your new relationship, but if he had to guess, the argument was pretty recent.

“He didn’t touch you or anything, right?” Toji sternly asked. You immediately shook your head no. A weight of relief lifted off of his shoulders at your answer.

“I’m sorry for calling you so late, Toji. You didn’t have to come I was—”

“I don’t care about that, okay? I don’t want you to be alone while you’re feeling like this. Not anymore. Let’s go.” He guided you towards your bedroom, the plush carpet under your feet as he sat you down on the bed. You finally stopped crying, wiping the tears off of your face as you sat there to collect your thoughts. “I’ll be back.” Toji felt a tug on his hand as he went to step away, looking back to see you staring up at him.

“Stay.” It almost looked like you were begging him. Is this what you were like all those years ago? How he just ignored you? How could he do something like that to you? You squeezed his hand tighter as you crawled into the bed, pulling him with you. Toji reluctantly followed, but still gave in. His arms wrapped your body, pulling the blankets over you as you snuggled into him. You inhaled his scent, hugging onto him like you never wanted to let go. “Don’t go,” you mumbled against him.

His fingers ran over your skin. “I won’t, mama. I’ll be right here when you wake up.” He kissed the top of your head. Toji laid there as you fell asleep his arms, bedroom light still on, his hair still damp from his shower. He doesn’t know what to think right now, lost in his head. Was this real? Or were you just drunk? He doesn’t want to think about it too much, but yet he does. Will you hate him when you wake up? Scold him, yell at him? God, he hopes not.

“I love you, Toji.” Those three words made his heart sank, his movements came to a halt.

She’s drunk. She’s doesn’t mean that. Don’t read too much into it. This will never happen again. It isn’t real.

It takes everything in him not to say those three words back. He doesn’t want to give into something that he knows won’t even be a second thought to you the moment you open your eyes again. His jaw clenched as he stared at your bedroom wall. “Just sleep, baby,” he quietly spoke. He slumped the lump in his throat, continuing to trace patterns on your skin.

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[vinnyvamppp]

I am humbly asking for more Amazon reader x mark whenever you have the time

your fics are so good I can't even😭🤚🏼🩷

Survival of the Weakest (Me)

Note: Honey, I JUST scraped the bottom of my requests. Another Amazon/Alien reader fic coming up! Honestly, I'm having a bit of writers block having to write smut regularly, so were changing it up a bit.

Warnings: Fluff, Mentions of Smut, Improper Use of Powers, Plantary Exploration, Changes to The Plot For Convenience, Mark Fighting For His Life, Explicit Language, etc. (Previous Part: She Threw Me-- Then Kissed Me!)

Synopsis: Since your last mishap, you both enjoy some domestic comfort until Cecil returns with a mission—one that only stirs trouble.

Mark Grayson/Invincible x Alien/Amazonian!Reader

Word Count: 2,183

Cecil was generous enough to give you and Mark a short break before your next mission. He called it a “decompression period.” You’re pretty sure it was just so he wouldn’t have to deal with another building collapse before 9 AM. This was a reward more than anything. Having many instances after venturing into domesticated couple territory. Mark refuses to admit he gets cold easily.

You found out the truth when you woke up one night to find him curled up entirely around you, his face buried in the crook of your neck, arms locked around your waist like a vice. You blinked groggily. “Are you leeching warmth off me?” Mark, half-asleep, just grumbled. “Shut up. ‘M comfortable.” You smirked in the dark. “Mark Grayson, Earth's greatest hero, is needy?” He groaned into your neck, tightening his grip. “Don’t ruin this.” You laughed softly but didn’t push him away. Honestly? You liked it too. Sparring now became an act of foreplay. Mark liked to act like he hated sparring with you. “This is just you throwing me around for an hour,” he complained one evening as you stretched before your match. You grinned. “You say that like you don’t like it.” Mark scowled, but the faint pink in his ears betrayed him. “I—That’s not the point.” You hummed, stepping closer, trailing a finger down his chest.

“What is the point, then?” Mark swallowed thickly. “I—I dunno. Winning?” You smirked. “Oh, Mark.” Your hand trailed lower, grazing his stomach before you pulled away. “You’re not winning.” The frustrated noise he made was so satisfying. You’re starting to think he loses on purpose now to get a happy ending. The main problem is that you and Mark have vastly different definitions of “decompression.”

Currently, Mark is watching you from across the room, wide-eyed, as you casually lift the entire couch—Mark still sitting on it—to vacuum underneath. “Uh.” He clutches the armrest as the couch hovers midair. “You know most people just… move the furniture, right?” You give him a deadpan look.

“That’s inefficient.”

“You just suplexed the couch.”

“And?”

Mark sighs, running a hand down his face. “You are the earthquake.” Just as you’re about to drop the couch back down (gently… probably), the door slams open.

Enter Debbie Grayson.

You like Debbie. She’s intelligent, perceptive, and has the uncanny ability to make Mark panic with just a well-timed stare. Right now, she’s holding a bag of groceries and blinking at the scene before her—her son, sitting stiffly on a levitating couch, his superpowered girlfriend holding it with one arm like it's a gym weight.

“…Am I interrupting something?” she asks, entirely too amused.

“Nope,” Mark says quickly, before you can make it worse. You lower the couch carefully and cross your arms. “Mark was just questioning my methods.” Debbie gives Mark a knowing look. “Oh, honey. That’s your first mistake.” Mark groans, leaning back into the couch. “Oh my god, not you too.” Debbie just pats his shoulder and winks at you. “Good. Keep him on his toes.”

You definitely like Debbie. Especially since her husband was Omni-Man, just who would be a better parent for your boyfriend? After a week of domestic madness (which included Mark trying to teach you to cook—never again), Cecil calls you both in for a mission. “This one should be relatively simple,” he starts. Mark and you exchange a look. Last time Cecil said that, Mark almost got vaporized. Cecil sighs, clearly reading your expressions. “I mean it this time. It’s a diplomatic mission. You’re going to a planet called K’thara—highly advanced, warrior-based society, kind of like Themyscira, but, y’know, planet-sized.”

Mark raises an eyebrow. “And they need us, because?”

“They just entered an alliance with Earth,” Cecil explains. “They want to meet some of our champions—specifically ones that align with their, uh, values.” Mark blinks. “Values?” You exhale sharply, already seeing where this is going. “They believe in strength. Only strength.” Cecil nods. “Exactly. Which is why I’m sending you two.” You glance at Mark. Mark glances at you.

Oh. This is going to be hilarious. The K’tharans are… intense. The planet itself is stunning—mountains that stretch into violet skies, rivers that glow under twin moons. The people? They look like they were sculpted from stone, every single one of them built like a walking, talking weapon. And they love you. Mark? Not so much.

You’ve been here for three hours, and they’ve already tried to challenge Mark to seven fights. “You sure this is a diplomatic mission?” he mutters, dodging yet another warrior trying to throw him into an arena. You smirk. “They respect you. They just want to see how much.” Mark groans. “I feel so respected.” It’s all going relatively smoothly—until the feast.

One of the high-ranking warriors, a woman with armor made of what looks like dragon scales, leans in and studies you. “You are mated?” she asks. Mark nearly chokes on his drink. You answer for him. “Yes.” The warrior nods approvingly. “And you have claimed his seed?” Mark definitely chokes. “I—what?” The warrior frowns. “You have not bred yet?” Cecil is going to kill you both.

Mark is mid-coughing fit, so you decide to poke the bear. You hum thoughtfully, glancing at Mark with slow amusement. “It’s a work in progress.” Mark whips his head toward you, eyes wide with betrayal. “Wha—what?!” His innocent demeanor is a distinct contrast from in the bedroom, its nearly humorous. The warrior nods sagely. “Ah. You are waiting for a battle first.” You smirk. “Something like that.” Mark drags a hand down his face, looking like he wants to melt into the floor. “Oh my god.” You lean closer, voice dropping so only he can hear. “Perhaps we should have a match of our own when we return. K’tharan rules, of course.” Mark blinks rapidly. “Are those… the rules where the winner gets to claim the loser?” You tilt your head, pretending to consider. “Maybe.” Mark swallows hard. “…I don’t know if I should be excited or terrified.” You just grin. “Both.”

After being thoroughly embarrassed at dinner, Mark somehow agrees to a fight with a K’tharan warrior. Ten minutes later, you’re standing over Mark’s sprawled-out body in the middle of the arena. He’s still breathing. Barely catching the wind that was knocked out of him.

The K’tharans are impressed—he lasted longer than most outsiders. But when he groans, tilting his head up at you with dazed, half-conscious eyes, he just mumbles: “…This was a bad idea.” You crouch down, smirking. “Told you.” He grins weakly. “I still think you like seeing me like this.” You tilt your head, pretending to consider. “Maybe a little.” Mark sighs, letting his head fall back.  “Yeah. Thought so.”

At least this time, he’s the one who got thrown through a wall. Not to mention, seeing him battered and bruised was a new type of eye candy.

Cecil watches as you and Mark stand in front of him, Mark still nursing a bruised rib. After a long pause, he pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs. “Okay. What happened?” Mark shifts awkwardly. “Uh… Culture shock?”

Cecil gives you both the flattest stare imaginable.

“You destroyed another alien embassy.” You shrug. “To be fair, it was Mark’s fault this time.” Mark scoffs. “My fault? You encouraged it!” Cecil groans. “I can’t do this. I cannot do this.” He waves you both off. “Just—just go. I don’t even want to look at you right now.”

Mark brightens. “So no punishment?”

“Oh, no. You’re grounded. Both of you.” You blink. “You can ground a superhero?” Cecil glares. “You wanna find out?” You exchange a look with Mark. Then, wisely, you both decide to make yourselves very scarce. Another successful mission. Kind of. You stretch languidly, feeling the pleasant ache settle into your muscles as you lie sprawled across Mark’s chest. His arm is draped lazily over your waist, his breath still slightly uneven. The training mat beneath you is ruined, scuffed with deep imprints from where your little “match” had gotten… out of hand.

Mark exhales a very satisfied sigh, grinning up at the ceiling. “Okay. Yeah. That was definitely worth getting my ass kicked for.” You smirk, tracing idle patterns along his bare chest. “You lasted longer than I expected.” Mark turns his head, raising an eyebrow. “I dunno if that’s a compliment or an insult.” You hum, pretending to think about it. “Both.” He groans, dragging a hand down his face. “God, you love making me suffer.”

You prop yourself up on one elbow, eyes glinting with amusement. “Oh, Mark.” You lean down, lips brushing against his ear. “I haven’t even started yet.” His breath hitches. You grin, satisfied, rolling off him and stretching again. His eyes were just barely tearing away as he watched the fat of your breasts rise. Mark just lays there for a moment, staring at the ceiling like he’s having some sort of existential crisis.

Then—

BZZT!

Mark groans, fumbling for his communicator. He flips it open, already dreading whatever’s coming. “Yeah?” Cecil’s very unimpressed voice crackles through the speaker.

“No, Mark.” A heavy sigh. “You two are officially grounded.” Mark blinks. “Wait—what? Again?!” You raise an eyebrow, watching in amusement as he struggles to sit up. Cecil continues. “Do you have any idea how expensive that facility is? And yet, somehow, somehow, you and your girlfriend—again—managed to destroy it without even being on a mission.” Mark winces. “Okay, first of all—”

“Nope! Not listening.” Cecil cuts him off. “You’re both banned from the training facility indefinitely. Do you even know how long it took to fix it the last time?” Mark glances around at the deep cracks in the mat, the wall dented from where his back definitely hit it too hard. “Uh…” Cecil sighs so hard it sounds like he aged another decade. “You both have two weeks of mandatory non-super work.”

Mark’s jaw drops. “Non-super—wait, what does that even mean?” Cecil’s voice is flat. “Paperwork.” You blink. “You can’t be serious.” “Oh, I am.” Cecil practically radiates smug satisfaction. “You break my facility? You file every single report from the past two months. Welcome to hell, kids.” Mark stares at his communicator, horrified. “Cecil, please—”

Cecil hangs up.

Silence.

Mark flops back onto the mat, covering his face. “Oh my god. We’re actually grounded.” You exhale, lying back beside him. “…This is your fault.” He gapes at you. “My fault?! You were literally on top of me!” You smirk. “Exactly.” Mark groans dramatically, throwing an arm over his eyes. “This is my villain origin story.” You just laugh, rolling onto your side and nudging him. “Come on, Grayson. What’s a little suffering compared to the privilege of losing to me?”

Mark grumbles something under his breath about never winning anything, but you can see the small smile tugging at his lips.

Two weeks of hell or not… it was totally worth it.

The next morning, Mark is dead. Not literally. But if someone were to find his limp, exhausted body sprawled across his bed, they would absolutely assume you killed him. His limbs don’t work. His soul doesn’t work. His entire existence is currently being held together by sheer willpower and the soft, warm sheets that he physically cannot move from. He groans, barely managing to tilt his head toward you. “You… ruined me.”

You stretch beside him, completely unbothered, looking very pleased with yourself. “I warned you, Grayson.” Mark grunts, throwing an arm over his face like a man who has seen things. “I thought you were being dramatic.” You smirk. “And now?” Mark just makes a wheeze of a sound, which you’re pretty sure is all he’s capable of at the moment.

You roll onto your side, tracing a slow, teasing hand down his bare chest, watching him shiver despite his clear exhaustion. “I don’t know… You did hold your own for a while.” Mark cracks one eye open, looking at you like you just suggested he fight Battle Beast again. “A while? A while?! I blacked out at least twice.” You hum thoughtfully. “Then maybe I should’ve gone easier on you.” His hand barely twitches before his strength returns, gripping your wrist. “No.” He exhales, staring at the ceiling in exhausted surrender. “Never. Ever. Hold back on me.”

Your smirk softens, something warm settling in your chest. For all of his complaining, for all of his wheezing, Mark likes this. He likes you. Not just the softness, not just the intimacy—he likes the challenge. He likes that you don’t treat him like glass, that you don’t make him feel like he has to be gentle all the time.

And he stares at you as if you’re a goddess, features carved by the hands of the universe. His muse, even. Long, dark curls cascade down your back like a waterfall, your eyes deep and enigmatic, and the streaming sunlight dusts freckles that dust her flesh that shimmer like starlight.

You hum, pressing a slow, lazy kiss against his jaw. “You’re a glutton for punishment, Grayson.” Mark groans again. “Yeah, well. I also might not be able to walk for, like, a week.” You grin. “Good thing we’re grounded.” You wouldnt admit it, but your lower back nearly had you bed ridden, he surely doubled his efforts and then some.

Then—

BZZT!

Mark lets out a noise that is almost a sob, reaching for his communicator without lifting his head. “No. Not today. I can’t. I’m dead.” Cecil’s voice crackles through the speaker. “I don’t care what excuse you’re about to give me, Mark. You and your girlfriend have twice the paperwork now. Get up.”

Mark actually groans. You stretch luxuriously, completely ignoring the way he’s suffering beside you. “Guess you have to get up, Grayson.” He flops onto his stomach, groaning dramatically into the mattress. You laugh, running a hand through his hair. “Come on. Let’s get this over with.” Mark doesn’t move. You raise an eyebrow. “Mark.”

“Mmmpf.” He replies, so you poke his side. Nothing. You smirk, leaning down to his ear. “Fine. If you’re too sore, I guess that means I win again.” Mark’s eyes snap open. “Oh hell no.” He groans loudly, rolling onto his side like it’s the hardest thing he’s ever done, before staggering up to his feet. He wobbles and you bite your lip to stop yourself from laughing. Mark glares at you. “Say nothing.” You do as asked but the smug look on your face says it all. He is never living this down.

BONUS: Later, at GDA Headquarters…

Cecil watches as Mark and you slump into your seats, Mark looking especially wrecked.

After a long, scrutinizing pause, Cecil pinches the bridge of his nose and sighs.

“…You know what? No. I don’t wanna know.”

Mark just groans, dropping his head onto the desk.

And you? Your arms crossed over your chest, as you silently grimace.

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[hamilando]

ੈ✩ just a race habibi (smau) ੈ✩

pairing : f1 grid x fem reader ; lewis hamilton x fem reader

summary : that one race which goes down in history

tw : emotional, fluff, angst

fc: irina shayk

a/n : THIS IS PART2! thank you so much to @amberjazmyn for suggesting this ! lysm 🫶🏻 this ends on a cliff hanger ! and the time span is during the 2020- 2021 grid 🫶🏻

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ynshayk I do have a knack for fast things 💋ྀིྀི 🏎️

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user1 MOUTH DROPPED

user2 BRAIN SHOCKED

user3 STONE ROCKED

user4 MA'AM HARDLAUNCHED !?!?

user5 visuals !?

user6 even I would sacrifice 8 wdc for a girl like that

user7 SHE IS GOING TO BE WITH HIM FOR THE EIGHT !

user8 this season is going to end with Lewis winning the 8th💪🏻

charlesleclerc great, now I am replaced by lewis in your feed

ynshayk you have Carlos 👏🏻👏🏻

user9 I just want max to stop winning

user10 istg, max can win his first wdc next year, let lewis win this year

lewishamilton damn, guess need to speed up my cardio

ynshayk the gym’s on your way 😚🤓

user11 oh god, she has turned Lewis into a freaky being

user12 wasn’t he always one ?

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ynshayk a summer away from vrooms 🌿🍵🍃⛰️

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user1 she knows the emojis right ...?

user2 MA'AM YOUR HUSBAND IS STILL AN ATHELETE

user3 y/n being unfazed about posting drug emojis

user4 she was probably high in weed

user5 or Lewis

user6 or high on weed while on Lewis !?

user7 AYOO 🔫

lewishmailton sweetheart, you surely didn’t mean those emojis ?

ynshayk what? they are green and associate with nature

user8 yn….😊

user9 y/n 🫡

user10 y/n 🫠

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ynshayk P2 for the history tomorrow 💪🏻

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lewishamilton ❤️

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landonorris I am invited to the party yeah ?

ynshayk nope, you are underage landonorris I am 21! ynshayk sure, you have been drinking since you were 16

user1 MA’AM THE POLICE!?

user2 y/n exposing Lando in comments 💪🏻

user3 YALL, LEWIS WILL BE THE 8 TIME WORLD CHAMPION 💪🏻

user4 let’s go lewisssss

user5 GET IN THERE LEWIS

user6 ITS HAMMERTIME LEWISSS

user7 stocking up my champagne 🍾

user8 DU DU DU MAX VERSTAPPEN

mercedesamgf1 we second you on that 😊

ynshayk LESSSGOOO BONO 💪🏻

user9 sitting in the church the whole day

user10 what if max wins ?

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ynshayk a hard day to accept with tears, but I love you my champ, you were, are and always will be the world champ in my eyes 💫🏅

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user1 I really don’t know how to respond

user2 does it mean she thinks max should not have won?

user3 Lewis was the winner! The bloody car !

user4 it was all because of the flag !

user5 Max won it fair and square !

user6 I just know that y/n would be fuming at FIA

user7 I am so glad that she is retired, she would have slammed into max otherwise

user8 LEWIS WE LOVE YOU

user9 y’all really be hating on max

user10 face it, max is the winner, not your Lewis 🫶🏻

user11 I think it’s problematic for her to post the comment online !

user12 ma’am should have kept her views to herself !

user13 So the red bull principal can say Lewis is 8 time champion but not her own girlfriend?

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f1news BREAKING! Formula One World Champion Max Verstappen was seen fighting with 7-time Formula One World Champion’s Girlfriend, Y/N Shayk.

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[prosypepper]

cheater, pt.2 - satoru gojo

word count: 1.2k

warnings: heartbroken gojo, jealousy, spiteful cheating, descriptions of suguru geto x reader, marriage problems, pathetic gojo. (18+ mdni!)

notes: gosh thank u for all the love on the last part!!! please read pt. 1 before this one, or don't, it's rly up to u.

you can find part one here

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multitudes of shopping bags rustle when you enter your home, a home that’s been silent for months now since satoru left you for his girlfriend. he didn’t actually leave, traces of him still lingered around the house from time to time when he wasn’t out with her, but those encounters remained faint traces, you had barely spoken to him unless it was to discuss something important.

you had mostly talked to satoru about a possible divorce – he brought the subject up after weeks of his girlfriend begging him to be with her for good now.

“your parents will disown you, satoru,” you had said, physically ignoring the man that sat across the kitchen from you, “and mine will hate you. plus, you don’t make that much money now, anyway.” you passively insulted the man. satoru agreed, however, his parents adored you since birth, and divorce was one of the things they wouldn’t put up with. the marriage started for convenience, and it would stay that way until one of you mustered up the courage to make a divorce final.

the current situation wasn’t all bad, though, it was an agreement without words that you and satoru lived married while he had his fun. and with the more fun he had, the less you began to care. it was the first time in your life you were genuinely able to focus on yourself without a husband to worry about. you concocted many hobbies, you learned how to cook healthier – no longer having to adjust your tastes to satoru’s liking – and decided to hit the gym a few days a week. progress started slowly, but you could see the tone in your body begin to show after a few months.

now, you had time to think about your appearance more, you tried new things with your hair and makeup, you bought a new wardrobe to fit your liking better. your old clothes stayed pushed to the side, growing wrinkly as you filled your closet up with better designer brands, you no longer worried about what satoru thought of you. satoru had moved his things into a different room, leaving you the space of the master bedroom to fill up with décor you fancied. your confidence grew more than ever, beginning to feel beautiful after a while.

you were always beautiful, of course, but it’s a much better feeling when you can see it in the mirror.

deciding to give your husband a taste of his own medicine, you start to date around and dip your toes into the wonderful world of hookups and first dates. you think it’s insane how easily men are on their knees, begging for you to go on a date with them, just one date, please! you got better treatment over the course of a month than you ever had with satoru; men would vow their loyalty to you, something satoru never did, obviously.

after satoru’s refusal to divorce you, his girlfriend left him, but the fact was unknown to you. sure, you noticed him moping around the house more often, but you figured he finally got tired of her and needed space. but his time at home forced him to see you come home with all kinds of guys, ones that were taller, handsomer, and stronger than him.

satoru saw the change in you, and god, he had never felt so in love with you since you found your new confidence and style. you were simply ravishing, and now satoru feels a pang of guilt for failing to realize what he had in front of him for so long.

the envy that boiled in his chest was a new feeling for him. he never thought he would be jealous of you giving him the same treatment he had been giving you. yet, there he was, watching from the kitchen as you giggle wrapped in someone else’s arms, furiously making out in the entryway without paying any mind to satoru. it bothered him.

and, oh boy, when you walk through the door with his ex-best friend from college, suguru, satoru swears he could go crazy.

satoru’s eyes focus their attention from some tv dinner to the door when you and suguru stumble though, laughing and carried away in one another’s presence. he had never seen you feel so alive, not even when you didn’t know he was cheating, you never acted that way with him. satoru has a look in his eyes the instant he sees you, the same look he had when he was about to kill someone, a crazed, insane look.

suguru flips you around and pins you to the wall, so he’s facing right at satoru, and he looks him in the eyes as he fiercely makes out with you.

if satoru had a gun, he’d point it right at the both of you.

yet he doesn’t have a gun, or anything really, just a fit of jealously growing stronger and stronger the more you make out with someone that hurt him so badly.

so this is what it feels like, huh?

satoru stands up and slams his chair back under the table, only growing angry when it doesn’t seem to phase you at all. he goes upstairs and slams the door to his room shut when he enters. he doesn’t…he can’t do anything. he can’t stop you from having free will, and he definitely can’t call you out for doing the same thing to him that he did to you. he sits down on the bed, a bed he should’ve been sharing with you, and he tangles his fingers in his hair, insecure thoughts clouding his mind.

for once in his life, the smug bastard known as satoru gojo was pitiful.

the screams of suguru’s name keep satoru up until the early hours of the morning.

the next day, you’re cooking breakfast later in the morning after suguru leaves. it feels like a very successful night. satoru walks into the kitchen, having had a sleepless night, and plops down at the table while he stares at you.

you’re so perfect, you always have been, why did he have to be so stupid about ruining his marriage with the perfect woman?

“so, suguru, huh?” satoru questions, crossing his arms.

“hmm?” you hum, viciously smiling inside because the bothered tone satoru had was so deliciously obvious.

“listen,” satoru starts, hesitating for a moment because he might pity himself for the way he’s about to speak to you. “i’m…sorry,” he mutters, almost inaudible, sighing afterwards.

you glance over your shoulder, seeing your husband look so tired and…hurt?

“don’t apologize, satoru. you and i both know it’s much too late for that now,” you aptly reply, “you should’ve thought about that long ago.”

your words are a knife in satoru’s chest, and it only feels as if you’re stabbing him over and over the more you speak, looking away from him again to focus on the stovetop.

“don’t apologize to me because you feel bad now. you’re only saying sorry because your feelings are the ones getting hurt this time,” your words send waves of guilt, sadness, and downright pain through your husbands body, “and quite frankly, i don’t care.”

satoru wants to retort, he wants to reply with something smug but his mind draws a blank as he only stares at you, ultimately betrayed by his own actions — his once kind, sweet wife has left him behind in a mess of himself.

his apologies no longer mean anything to you. you’ve grown too strong for satoru. he’ll continue to be a pathetic mess, until one day, hopefully, you choose to forgive him for what he’s done.

maybe you will, maybe you won’t. it’s up for you to decide.

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Buck's favorite words

Just a little idea I couldn't get out of my head so enjoy this ficlet 🙂

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Buck isn't sure why he likes the word so much, but every time he says it, it's like sugar on his tongue. It makes him feel warm and fuzzy and like everything is right with the world.

"Sorry, I'm flattered but I'm seeing someone," Buck says to the pretty girl he's just evacuated from a 3-alarm blaze. His voice is kind but firm, a far cry from the Buck of old who might have preened at the attention.

"Oh come on, handsome hero man. Give me your number," she purrs, reaching out to touch his arm.

Her relentlessness gives Buck a little push, and he finds himself using the word for the first time in public. It rolls off his tongue easily, filling him with a quiet pride.

"Sorry, but like I said, I'm taken," he says, gently stepping back. Then, with a smile that's both apologetic and genuinely happy, he adds, "I have a boyfriend."

The word 'boyfriend' sits in the air between them, and Buck feels a warmth spread through his chest.

From then on, he finds himself saying it as often as he can, each time feeling that same warmth, that same quiet joy.

At the flower shop, where he's picking out a bouquet for his and Tommy's dinner date, the florist asks, "Do you need help picking something out for your girlfriend?"

"Boyfriend, actually," Buck replies with an easy smile. "And I'm good, thanks."

At the coffee shop, he leans on the counter, eyes scanning the pastry case. "Do you have any cranberry orange scones? My boyfriend loves them," Buck asks the barista warmly.

Later, at the bar waiting for Tommy, a pretty girl sends a drink over. Buck catches her eye, raises the glass in thanks, and then gently shakes his head. When she approaches, he's ready with a now-familiar phrase: "I'm flattered, but I have a boyfriend."

Each time he says it, 'boyfriend' feels more natural, more right. It's not just a word anymore—it's a declaration of who he is, who they are together. And Buck finds he loves that feeling almost as much as he loves Tommy.

There's nothing better than the word boyfriend. That is, until a new word takes its place.

At a restaurant, the waiter approaches with menus in hand. "Would you like to order an appetizer while you wait?"

Buck's eyes light up, a grin spreading across his face. "No thanks, my fiancé should be here soon." The word 'fiancé' rolls off his tongue like honey, sweet and perfect.

On a work call to a new gym, Buck finds himself pacing with excitement. "Wow! This place is nice. Do you have a free trial? I bet my fiancé would love to try it out." He can't help but emphasize the word, feeling a thrill every time he says it.

Later, meeting with the wedding caterers, Tommy sits right next to him, their hands intertwined. Buck squeezes Tommy's hand as he says, "No, we definitely don't want German chocolate cake. My fiancé is allergic to coconut." He glances at Tommy, catching his soft smile at the word.

With each use, 'fiancé' becomes more than just a title. It's a promise, a future, a declaration of forever. And Buck realizes that while 'boyfriend' was wonderful, 'fiancé' is magical—a constant reminder of the commitment they've made and the life they're building together.

But the magic of 'fiancé' only lasts for so long before it's also replaced with something even more profound.

At the hospital, Buck's heart races as he approaches the reception desk. "Hi, I'm Evan Kinard. I just got a call that my husband was here." The word 'husband' feels both new and familiar on his lips.

The receptionist nods reassuringly. "Oh sure, it looks like your husband has just been discharged. Just smoke inhalation and a minor concussion."

Later, at Maddie's place, Buck finds himself chuckling as Chimney and Tommy argue about movies. He turns to his sister with a grin. "I don't know whose husband is more stubborn, yours or mine."

At the 118's karaoke night, Buck takes the stage, his eyes locked on Tommy. "I'd like to dedicate this song to my husband," he announces, his voice full of love. As the opening notes of "I Can't Help Falling in Love With You" begin to play, Buck starts to sing, his voice soft and sincere. Tommy's face flushes with a mix of embarrassment and deep affection as Buck serenades him in front of their friends and colleagues.

Each time Buck says 'husband', he feels a surge of pride and love. It's more than just a word—it's a testament to their journey, their commitment, and the life they've chosen to share. And Buck knows, without a doubt, that 'husband' is his favorite word yet.

[count-on-mi]

Twice Interactive Story Part 7 Official Cheater Now (Momo, Feat. Jihyo)

You standing in front of Jihyo's home, thinking how you could explain to Jihyo what happened today. You don't want to lie to her, but telling Jihyo that you have sexual relationships with women other than your girlfriend is also inappropriate.

You are hesitating to press the doorbell, and you finally give up and leave. When you turn around, you just see Jihyo coming out from the lift, she is still recovering from the jogging, her tits shaking following her breathe.

 "Oh hi Jihyo, looks like you had a good run. I was wanted to talk to you."

 'OH, you wanna talk about your colleague? You don't need to explain to me, it's fine. Everyone has their own private life.' Jihyo said.

 "Yeah, but I feel like I should explain the situation and I want to ask for advice. I don't really have many others to go to so I wanted to ask you."

 'Ok then, then come in.' Jihyo invites you to come in her house.

 'Still got some time before my husband back from work, need some drink?' Jihyo open the fridge while you are waiting her on the sofa.

 'Just water is ok, thanks Jihyo.'

 'So, what do you want to talk, I'm ready, Y/N.'

 "Sana, my coworker has been pushing herself on me a lot. We had sex a few times but now she's being way too much. How do I get her to stop. We had that ridiculous situation earlier, and I just don't want to deal with that any longer. Jihyo she was masturbating in the streets moaning my name when I tried to drop her off at her house. She wouldn't go in and to make it worse it was locked and she didn’t have the key. Jihyo I really need any advice."

 'Oh, so she is addicted to sex, so she just can stop having sex? Or anything that you have done that leads to she is having some misunderstanding on your relationship?'

 'Most importantly, what are you considering this relationship? Just curious about that, no offense.'

 "She just keeps coming back Jihyo. She is addicted or something like that. Our relationship? Friends with benefits, or at least it was but I'm reconsidering now."

 'I don't know, maybe she is developing more feelings on you, and it just becomes worsen when you two have sex.' Jihyo said.

 'Why don't you two talk, make a clear definition of your relationship, so you can be more comfortable. Although I really hate you have a fwb besides your girlfriend, you should handle it properly, that girl is poor too.'

 "I appreciate the help Jihyo. Thanks." I start to leave her apartment.

 'Just find me if you need other advice, and treat your girlfriend better!' Jihyo sends you out.

 And you hear the sound of someone knocking on the door, it should be Jihyo's husband.

 "Looks like your husband is here." I say as I leave.

 Jihyo opens the door for you, and you are shocked by what you are seeing.

 'Hey honey, welcome back.'

 The husband of Jihyo is Daniel?

 'Hey Babe, this is the neighbor I talked last time, Y/N.'

 'And Y/N, this is my husband, Daniel, Daniel Kang.'

 "Nice to meet you. Sorry I can't stick around I have to go" I say as I head to my apartment to change.

 You try to walk past Daniel to leave the flat, preventing further embarrassment, but Daniel stops you.

 'Why would you be in my house, you bastard, stay away from my wife.' Daniel looks angry and try to slab your face.

 I'll react quickly and grab his hand before he can hit me. "Woah, I was just getting some advice. Cool your jets."

 Jihyo steps inside you and Daniel, trying to cool down both of you. 'Y/N, leave now, I will handle this.' And she pushed you to leave the flat before closing the door.

 You back home and change your clothes, ready to find Momo in the gym. When you walk past Jihyo's flat again, you can hear nothing.

 I'll go to the gym without thinking about his actions too much.

 You arrive at the gym, Momo is dancing again at the mirror room. You just watch her dance from outside, admiring her superb dancing skill.

 Momo finally notice you after the dance session, she rush out to hug you tightly.

 'I miss you so much darling, how is it today?'

 I kiss Momo's forehead "I had a really rough day. What about you?"

 Momo kiss your cheek, 'I have a good bay, because you are here with me. Need some massage to relieve your stress?'

 "Yeah, I could really use one right now."

 Momo brings you back to her room and gives you a massage. Seeing you are really stressed today, Momo doesn't tease you, she directly applies oil to her breast and starts giving you the body massage.

 "Thanks Momo, I really needed this." I say as I feel her boobs start to massage my body.

 Momo slowly uses her hand to rub your inner thigh, then grab your shaft from behind and starts stroking. The pleasure makes you kneel like a dog, Momo increases both the pace and the intensity, and pulls your shaft to behind. You soon arrive at the peak, you cum in her hand while moaning her name.

 After my climax I switch our positions and start to finger Momo, "let me make your day even better, Momo."

 After you reach your orgasm, Momo is still stroking you, hope you can enjoy the aftertaste of the orgasm. You flip her over and start fingering her, hope to satisfy her too.

 You two are now in a 69 position, licking each other, hoping they can reach orgasm.

 I grab onto Momo's ass so I can drive my tongue deeper into her pussy. Occasionally I'll give her a light spanking.

 You drive your tongue deeper into Momo's pussy, while you spank your ass. The pleasure makes Momo sits harder, her thighs lock your head, forcing you to focus on licking her clit. You soon choked as you can't breathe properly.

 Your dick becomes harder due to the excitement, Momo feels it starts to pulse, push her head to the deepest, and you cum once you arrive at her deep throat, she cums all over your face simultaneously.

 "Fuck, that was nice Momo. Did you enjoy that as much as I did?"

 Momo is keep sucking your dick to clean you, she just replies with a thumbs up, showing that she enjoys your work too.

 You just rest on bed and let Momo do the jobs, soon you fell asleep as you are too tired today. Momo sees you are sleeping, then she gives your tip one more kiss, getting off all her clothes, and jump in the bed to sleep with you.

 Once you wake up is midnight already, you see Momo smiling while resting her head on your chest.

 "Morning, beautiful" I say as I start to wake up. "Oh, it's night, I'm sorry for falling asleep Momo. It was a long day."

 'Always thinking about naughty things don't you, horny boy.' Momo smirks while start stroking your dick.

 Momo rubs her eye and hugs you tighter. 'Never mind baby, but how are you going to compensate me for waking me up?' You kiss her forehead and you two start to have some conversation.

 'Are you going to leave now?' Momo suddenly asks when you are playing her tits.

 "Do you want me to leave? I guess it is pretty late. What if we went to your house. Had some more fun?"

 'What about we go to your place? I want to feel you better.' Momo whispers in your ear. 'But we should start round 1 here first.' Momo then climbs on you and ready to ride you.

 I give Momo a playful smack on the ass, "That’s sounds great Momo."

 Momo aligns her pussy with your dick, then starts riding you fiercely. She holds both of your hands on top of your head, and starts kissing your neck, making some hickeys.

 It feels so itchy, and you start moving your body. Momo slowly goes down to your chest, playing with your nipple. You are really turned on, start thrusting your hips upward, hope to get more pleasure.

 Soon you feel you are going to cum, it seems her workout has included her walls either, it keeps massaging you and you cannot hold too long.

 'Momo stop, I'm going to cum.' You ask Momo to stop, but she just ignores you, looking at you with an innocent face and riding faster.

 'Shit Momo, I am cumming, I am cumming' Your seed fills her pussy and she reaches the orgasm at the same time.

 I pull Momo into a kiss "Fuck you're amazing Momo." I grab her hips and have her grind on my cock.

 Momo just grinding on your cock, hoping to milk you. You are sensitive from orgasm, the pleasure that comes from Momo's wall makes you shiver. Momo just smirks can kiss you again.

 'So now, I am better or Nayeon is better? I bet she could not make you cum that fast.' Momo asks while she is still milking you.

 You feel like if you give the wrong answer, she would stop the pleasure immediately.

 "You're so good Momo, you're so good" I moan. "You're better."

 Momo was happy with your answer, she kiss you again and her walls milk you tighter. The sensation makes you moan again, and she just can't stop to smirk.

 'Really like my pussy don't you, how about going to your home for another round?’ Momo asks while caressing your ball.

 "Let's go then"

 'Let's go then.' You spank her ass and tell her to get changed.

 You and Momo help each other to wear the clothes while teasing each other. You hold Momo's hand when you are going to the carpark. Momo looks really happy that you two can act like a couple outside of the gym.

 However, Momo soon wears a scowl on her face when she gets in the car. You are wondering why she changes so sudden.

 'Y/N, did you lie to me that you are busy at work? I can smell it.' Momo asks before you while she is pointing at your steering wheel.

 "No, I was busy, very busy. I just couldn't help myself when I thought about getting to spend more time with you."

 'No, you lie. I can smell that you fucked another bitch on the car. You did not even clean the car before picking me up? You even cum on your steering wheel? So excited with that bitch huh?'

 Momo starts dropping tears while she is yelling at you. You don't want to see her crying, you wipe her tears and hold her hand. However, Momo just turns her head around.

 "You want me to explain what happened? Then I will" I proceed to explain the part of Sana masturbating in the car and causing me trouble all day, but that I didn't fuck her at all. "I'm sorry for lying but it’s just embarrassing to say that all that happened."

 You try to explain to Momo what happened today and hiding the fact that you have fucked Sana before.

 'I want to believe you too, but how come she will masturbate in your car if you two don't have any relationship. Or both of us are one of your girlfriends?'

 Momo seems calmed down but still questioning your response.

 "You are. I had to ask my neighbor for help on that situation. Look Momo, I don't exactly know what Sana's problem is but I'm only with you."

 Only with me, Nayeon not included huh?'

 Momo seems finally convinced by you and start to smile again.

 'Y/N, you know you are really attractive that every girls fall for you? I bet that girl must developed some feeling on you. I am glad that you did not tempt to fuck her.'

 Momo says while kiss your cheek.

 "Let's go Momo" I say while I drive home.

 Once you get off the car, you and Momo start to make out passionately, all the way back to your flat. You just barely close the door and start fuck Momo on the dining table.

 Momo give her everything to you after you have confirmed the relationship, her trained body brings so much fun to you through the night. You just end the fierce sex nearly the sunrise.

 You are woken up by the sensation from your shaft, 'Momo stop, you haven't had enough for yesterday?' But you soon feel strange, as Momo is still in your arms, Sleeping tightly.

 You rub your eye and look down, it is Mina that giving you the morning blowjob alarm.

 I carefully leave Momo's arms and pull Mina away covering her mouth so she doesn't make a noise. I drag us both to the other room and tell her to leave. "Mina, I appreciate you for waking me up but I need you to leave and meet me at the office. We'll have a "special" meeting there." Mina is confused but agrees when she hears about the meeting, leaving quickly and without a word. In the meantime, I make breakfast to cover for me leaving Momo in bed.

 You heading to the kitchen to make breakfast for Momo, while you text Mina again to make sure she won't return.

 After the breakfast was ready, you back to your room and wake up Momo.

 'It's morning already? I am so tired baby, can I sleep for a bit longer?' Momo seems refuse to wake up yet.

 "I guess you don't want to eat then." I tease. I kiss her forehead.

 You tease Momo by using food, 'No, honey, you can't eat it all, leave something to me.' You then hold Momo in your arms and bring her outside.

 You two share the breakfast like a newly married couple, Momo sitting on your lap while you two are feeding each other. You miss this feeling for a long time, perhaps you have stayed with Nayeon too long, and the passion is slowly missing.

 You kiss Momo for one more time before you are ready to get up, you are going to send her back before you go to work.

 'Honey, what do you think if I move in with you.' Momo asks shyly.

 "I think you're moving a bit too quickly. Give it time, let's see how things go between us. I want to love with you but we had that fight last night."

 Concerning things moving on too quickly and Nayeon could stay here at the weekend, you could only reject Momo. Momo just nods and does not say anything.

#minasaiyatis

#twice smut

#momo smut

#twice momo

#twice jihyo

#twice imagines

#kpop smut

#female idol smut

#girl group smut

[fear-is-truth]

i don't know if you've already done this (if you have, i haven't seen it), but, how would the evans do with a girlfriend with a high sex drive? how many times a week, how many rounds, etc. i don't know if some of them could keep up-

-🫐

⋆𐙚 ₊ the evans x nympho!gf .ᐟ | nsfw. mdni

ft. tate langdon ‧ kit walker ‧ kyle spencer ‧ jimmy darling ‧ james patrick march‧ kai anderson

i love this idea sm anon, kissing ur brain rn mwah

⟢ 𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐃𝐎𝐍.

tate wouldn’t exactly be keeping a tally, but he’d totally match your libido. it’s like he’d been waiting his whole (after)life for someone like you, so he’s not complaining. three times a day? no problem. repeat the same routine every day of the week? sign him up. he’s got nothing but time.

he’d thrive on the attention. tate’s got a lot of insecurities, and having someone who genuinely wants him that much? it’s a massive confidence boost, even if he doesn’t admit it. he’d also loves that it’s your idea most of the time—takes the pressure off him and makes him feel wanted.

verdict: several times a day, so it’s honestly hard to account for.

rounds/stamina: probably 2 rounds per session when he was alive, very clingy afterwards. as a ghost he can’t physically burn out, and he’s just as clingy so you’re in luck.

notes: tate wouldn’t just indulge your high libido—he’d love it and go along it.

⟢ 𝐊𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐄𝐑.

kit walker is 100% a giver—like, he’s all about making you happy. if you’re a nympho, he’d try his best to keep up. (plus he’s a horny mf too..)

sure, he might get tired after a long day at work, but if you look at him a certain way or tug him towards the bedroom, he’s done for. he might jokingly tease, “darlin’, you’re tryin’ to kill me,” but he’d always be down to fuck, no questions asked.

he’s so husband about it. he wouldn’t just go along with your needs—he’d cater to it. need him to be sweet and slow? check. want things a little more kinky? he’s on board. he’s the type of man to always check in with a soft, “this okay for you, baby?” and genuinely mean it.

he’s probably in awe of your energy. he might be embarrassed the first time he realises how…enthusiastic you are, but once he gets used to it, he’s all in. he’d see it as a sign of how much you love and trust him, which melts his heart every time.

if an “oops” happens, he’d take full responsibility and raise the baby with you lol.

while he’d try to keep up with you, there might be nights when he’s genuinely exhausted from work or parenting duties. in those cases, he’d pull you into his arms and offer a compromise: “how ‘bout i cuddle you tonight, and tomorrow, i’m all yours?” he’d always want to make you feel loved, even if he’s too tired to fully match your energy.

overall, kit would be so sweet and attentive, completely willing to cater to your needs while cherishing how much love and (spiritual + physical) connection you bring into his life.

verdict: he’d love to indulge you as often as you want, but realistically, it would average 6-7 times a week. kit is a family man who wants to make you happy, but he also has a job to manage.

rounds/stamina: 2–3 rounds per session. kit is physically fit and has great stamina but wouldn’t push himself to exhaustion. his priority is making sure you’re satisfied first and foremost.

notes: kit is all about making you feel loved and satisfied, but he’s also very attuned to your comfort. you guys might unintentionally add a new member to your family if you’re not careful—just saying lol (just hope you don’t get snatched by aliens)

⟢ pre death .ᐟ 𝐊𝐘𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑.

kyle spencer is the definition the golden retriever boyfriend—sweet, attentive, and always eager to make sure you’re happy (in every sense of the word).

as a frat boy who’s physically active (probably from intramural sports, he’s not a gym bro but still works out), kyle’s got the energy and endurance to keep up with you. if you’re in the mood, he’s down. and he’s definitely very thorough about making sure you’re satisfied—he lives for the gold-star boyfriend role.

there are definitely times when he’s more focused on studying or finishing up a project for class. during those moments, he’ll be sweet about letting you know: “babe, i have to hand in this paper tonight. rain check?”

he’s the kind of guy who’ll compromise, though. he might take a quick break from studying to give you some attention (a quickie or blowjob, depending on time), then dive back into his books after.

post-study reward ! if he’s been putting you off all day, he’ll make it up to you later with extra enthusiasm. kyle’s not the type to do things halfway, so when he does finally focus on you, it’s all about you.

verdict: 4–5 times a week. kyle is sweet and eager to please, so he’d do his best to keep up, even if it means sacrificing some of his study time.

rounds/stamina: 3–5 rounds per session.

⟢ 𝐉𝐈𝐌𝐌𝐘 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆.

jimmy has a naturally high sex drive and would match your energy without much hesitation. growing up in the freak show, he’s not exactly a stranger to their… unconventional lifestyles, so he’d embrace your enthusiasm wholeheartedly. “you wanna go again, doll? yeah, i can do that.”

despite his willingness, jimmy would draw a hard line when it comes to anyone else at the freak show getting involved, especially knowing how open and uninhibited the other performers can be about their sexual escapades. while he doesn’t judge them for their choices (cuz he low-key used to be like that), he makes it crystal clear that you’re his and only his.

as for elsa mars, jimmy knows how manipulative she can be and how far she’s willing to go for her ambitions. he’d be paranoid about her trying to use you in one of her schemes, especially after what happened with penny. he’d warn you about her, telling you to steer clear of any “favors” or “opportunities” she might offer.

he’d prioritize your needs above his own, even if it left him worn out. he’d take your super high sex drive as a challenge, always wanting to prove himself capable of keeping up with you. and he’d probably brag about it just a little.

verdict: 8–10 times a week. easy, no problem.

rounds/stamina: could keep up for least 2-3 rounds in a single session, especially when he’s well-rested. however, if he’s had a long day or is emotionally drained, one round might be all he has in him.

⟢ 𝐉𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇.

james patrick march is the definition of indulgence and excess, but he’s also a man of particular tastes and high standards—so an energetic, nympho of a partner would definitely be met with mixed feelings.

he’s indulgent, but not always approving: james would absolutely adore the attention and relish in how much you crave him—it would feed into his ego and his possessive streak.

however, he’s also a man of control, and your frequent advances might make him pause. “my darling, while i am most flattered by your… boundless enthusiasm, even i must draw the line somewhere.” (sometimes a man just wants to murder his hotel guests. let the man indulge in his hobby)

he’d appreciate your eagerness, but he’d always make it clear that he sets the terms. if he’s in the mood, he’ll more than rise to the occasion and keep you thoroughly occupied.

oh, when he decides it’s time, he’ll absolutely make you regret pestering him earlier. james is nothing if not thorough, and he’d turn your enthusiasm into a marathon session (picture that scene with the countess… yeah). “now, my darling, this is what happens when you beg a man of my caliber for attention.”

verdict: depends. i’d say at least 10 times a week if he’s really obsessed with you.

rounds/stamina: unlimited, technically. he’s a ghost and doesn’t have the physical limitations of the living. however, he might limit himself for your sake.

notes: james would enjoy your enthusiasm and entertain your requests pretty often. however, he’d insist on keeping things “in moderation” and not letting it interfere with his other pursuits (murder)

⟢ cult leader .ᐟ 𝐊𝐀𝐈 𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐍.

okay, let’s be real—kai absolutely has the stamina to keep up with a nympho gf. dude’s wired on adderall and his own ego, so when he’s into it, he’s really into it. could probably go all night if he’s in the mood.

here’s the thing: kai’s got a lot on his plate—councilman duties, plotting world domination, a cult to run. so if you really pushed him, interrupted his plans one too many times, or just kept teasing him when he was trying to focus? he’d make you pay for it later—like, to the point where you can’t walk straight for days.

smug as hell about it too, tossing out things like, “maybe next time you’ll think twice before being such a needy little bitch, huh?”

but if he’s in a petty mood—or just wants to watch you suffer—he’d force you to hump his thigh while he’s not lifting a finger to help. or even outright forbid you to even touch yourself…and the bastard would enjoy every second of it.

but he’s not completely heartless, not when it benefits him. when he’s too busy to fully cater to you, he’ll let you sit on his lap and cockwarm him while he’s working at his desk. it’s his way of keeping you close while staying focused on his agenda.

if kai has a rare moment of downtime, you’re all he’s thinking about. he’d probably find your enthusiasm flattering (in an “of course you can’t resist me” kind of way) and give in with a casual, “alright, i’ll let you tire yourself out on my dick.”

verdict: 3–5 times a week. sometimes more. he’d only indulge your high sex drive when he has time and isn’t busy scheming or running his cult.

rounds/stamina: 3–4 rounds on average, but on rare occasions, he might go 5–6 rounds in one night just to prove a point.

notes: he’d alternate between indulging you until you’re begging for mercy and withholding just to torture you. a shitty boyfriend but the sex is bomb.

[samsm2mstories]

MUSCLES!

Fuck yeah I'm LOOKING GREATTTTT!

A while ago I took over the body of my former ex-boyfriend. I was so jealous of how he was fucking my ex-girlfriend who dumped me because I wasn't good enough.

Sorry bro this body is mine now and I can't wait to fuck my girl every night until I'm ready to dump her to meet my future husband at the gym. I know he won't resist this body of mine now. I can't wait to dump that bitch once I got used to my new body and cock.

Fuckkk this body feels so fucking amazing. I'm so hench now, I can't wait to hit the gym and get those weights going. Everyone will admire how fucking amazing I am now. I know there are a few closet gays at the gym and I can't wait to fuck their tight asses.

[redocity]

— F L U F F ✦ˎˊ˗

[ pair. ] evan buckley x reader

[ fics. ] sixteen

main masterlist.

genuity. | 1.2k | fem!reader

How does buck get you to start taking his offers seriously instead of blowing them off under the idea that he's not being serious?

ball of sunshine. | 2.8k | mom!reader

buck absolutely loved kids. so when your ex-husband throws a wrench in your plans he's more than happy to finally meet the little boy you won't stop talking about.

take my hand. | 1.7k | gn!reader

buck has an inherent knack for involving you in absolutely everything even if you're happy to sit on the sidelines, and sometimes you question whether it's just coming from a place of friendship.

workout. | 4.0k | gn!reader

going to the gym when LA was due for a flash flood was not the best idea on your part, but at least you got to meet the people that buck called family.

frequent flyer. | 1.7k | gn!paramedic!reader

when buck gets injured on the job, he always goes back to his favourite paramedic.

furry friend intruder. | 1.0k | gn!reader

your cat has an affinity for crashing buck's apartment. he doesn't mind, it means he gets to speak to you again.

attention thief. | 1.8k | fem!reader

it was bucks idea to rescue a dog, but it was you it'd gotten attached to. buck wasn't all too happy with this new ‘arrangement’.

special treatment. | 1.3k | gn!reader

you know buck well, and you pride yourself on it. and whilst you try to keep your adoration for him under wraps during shifts, he still gets a little bit of special treatment.

automatic drive. | 1.1k | fem!reader

after half a decade of motorcycle driving, you want to actually learn to drive a car. buck thinks an automatic drive is your best option.

step-up. | 1.5k | short!gn!reader

you're not exactly gifted in the height department, so you have to use a bit of extra help to reach your giant of a boyfriend.

pick-up. | 1.2k | gn!teacher!reader

buck pick’s up chris from school as a favour, and finds himself oddly fond of chris’ teacher.

playing with fire. | 1.0k | bobby’s niece!reader

why did buck always have to fall in love with really complicated people?

communal christmas. | 1.0k | fem!reader

buck comes home to his loving girlfriend… and a house full of kids?

long day. | 1.4k | gn!reader

there’s nothing you enjoy more after a long day than unwinding with your doting boyfriend.

fire and fury. | 1.1k | gn!reader

you hate each other so much that you just can’t stay away from each other.

almost there. | 3.1k | fem!receptionist!reader

after months of going back and forth to the hospital, buck gets the push he needs to ask out the cute receptionist.

[stargirlygirl]

bnha masterlist

nsfw = ★

bakugou katsuki

boobs too big ⟶ bakugou designs new underwear merch for you but unfortunately, it doesn't fit as your boobs are too big

birthday gift ⟶ bakugou wants to buy the perfect gift for his sanrio-loving girlfriend, but he doesn’t know what to get her

katsuki with the pet he didn't want ⟶ katsuki would do anything for his kitten which makes you feel left out

you bake muffins for katsuki's colleagues ⟶ bakugou doesn't like it when his housewife focuses on anyone but him, especially on his colleagues (cough eijirou cough)

★ downpour ⟶ you're a princess running away from the castle the night before you're supposed to get married. you happen to stumble upon a cabin during a thunderstorm and reunite with your previous guard, bakugou.

just for tonight ⟶ bakugou wants to show you how much he's changed since you two broke up

engagement ring ⟶ for the past couple of months, katsuki's been coming home late so, you decide to confront him about it

katsuki's seamstress wife ⟶ you make him a new suit for the annual pro hero gala

★ clingy ⟶ katsuki's bunny gf just wants him to stay close after sex

★ what lurks in the dark | pt.1, pt.2 ⟶ you're a succubus who's had your eye on katsuki for a while. and now, you're desperate to get your fill of him.

★ you smell like fish | m.list ⟶ you're an injured siren who's taken in by bakugou. he's a bit around the edges, but after spending so much time on land, you're starting to think that maybe you don't want to return home once you're all better.

kaminari denki

eloping with denki ⟶ deciding to elope and your elopement ceremony

★ make it up to you ⟶ denki makes up for his poor behaviour last night by making his wife feel good

kirishima eijirou

★ dumbification ⟶ but he's the one going dumb

gym crush ⟶ you finally talk to your gym crush

midoriya izuku

upgrade | pt.1, pt.2, pt.3, epi ⟶ izuku gets severely injured during a rescue mission. as a result, most of his left arm is amputated. you, being a mechanical and biomedical engineer (and his loyal girlfriend), decide to build him a cybernetic arm to replace the arm he's lost.

sero hanta

spider monkey ⟶ you recreate the iconic spiderman kiss with your bf

shigaraki tomura

truth or dare ⟶ you’re playing truth or dare with the lov when you get dared to kiss one of the members

shinsou hitoshi

★ shinsou is kinky asf ⟶ hcs

★ twitter recreation ⟶ you're scrolling on twitter when you come across a sensitive video and end up recreating it with your bf

takami keigo

★ mission prep ⟶ kei's going away on a mission so you two decide to film yourselves together having a bit of fun

the bird in me ⟶ being part bird makes kei do some pretty weird things once he finds a suitable mate (aka you)

todoroki shoto

★ rut suppressants | pt.1, pt.2 ⟶ you find out that shoto's been taking rut suppressants ever since you've been together. you take them off him and get to see a new side of your husband.

banana bread ⟶ you bake him some yummy banana bread and bring it to him at work

todoroki touya

★ "you're my girl, aren't you. forever mine." ⟶ everything was fine until one halloween, people who have annoyed you start dying. are you cursed? or is someone else responsible for their deaths? (hint: it’s someone else. someone you know very well.)

various

what they would be like drunk ⟶ hcs

how they eat food ⟶ hcs

they see you in lingerie | v.1, v.2, v.3 ⟶ you bought some lingerie online and now, it’s arrived in the mail. you go to your shared bedroom and try on the lingerie, telling your man to wait on the bed. how does he react?

self-care day with the boys ⟶ what they would do for you when you're stressed out from work

you text them that you're in heat | pt.1, pt.2 ⟶ smau

if they were househusbands ⟶ hcs + drabbles

★ their omega | m.list ⟶ you are an omega who has been kidnapped for underground auctions. while investigating these auctions, a drunken denki buys you. but you don't end up with one new alpha. you end up with four.

valentine’s day with the boys ⟶ how they would ask you to be their valentine and what you would do on the day

if he wasn't a hero ⟶ hcs

insecure ⟶ smau where reader feels insecure about her body after a beach day with her bf

class 1-a pack dynamics ⟶ hcs

you didn't realise they had a gf ⟶ smau

[fayelero]

hello ! may i request a « HOW THEY WOULD BE AT YOUR FIRST MATCH AS HIS GIRLFRIEND ! » with fukurodani (esp bokuto 🙂‍↕️) please ? thanks have a good day ! <333

— HOW THEY WOULD BE AT YOUR FIRST MATCH AS HIS GIRLFRIEND !

syn : they react to you playing volleyball in a official match and cheer you up

wc : 1.1k

cw : none

a/n : I was gonna do a fukurodani one because bokuto is my husband for-EVER 🤭 anyway enjoy your reading !

As….sat with the rest of the Fukurodani volleyball team, the gymnasium was alive with the energy of competition. The squeaking of shoes on the polished floor, the sharp smacks of palm against volleyball, and the thunderous cheers from the crowd created an electric atmosphere. Each member of the team had their own distinct reactions and interactions, adding depth and commentary to the scene unfolding on the court.

BOKUTOU KOTAROU

Bokuto couldn’t sit still. He was practically bouncing in his seat, his golden eyes wide with excitement. “There she is! That’s her!” he exclaimed, pointing eagerly as you stepped onto the court, your team gathered around for a pre-game pep talk. His teammates exchanged amused glances, knowing how much this match meant to their ace.

Konoha leaned back, smirking. “You’ve mentioned her a everytimes, Bokuto. Let’s see if she’s as good as you say.”

“She’s amazing!” Bokuto declared proudly, puffing out his chest. “Just watch!”

As the whistle blew and the game began, you immediately took center stage. Your serves were powerful, your spikes precise, and your defense unyielding. Bokuto cheered loudly at every point you scored, his voice rising above the rest of the crowd. “That’s my girl! Go Y/N!”

The rest of the Fukurodani team joined in, their cheers and claps blending with Bokuto’s. But as the match continued, the playful banter began.

“Damn, Bokuto, she’s hot!” One of his teammates commented to tease him, nudging Bokuto with a grin.

Bokuto turned into his emo mode, that alert Akaashi. “…Of course she is!” he retorted, trying to sound nonchalant but failing miserably by just looking hurt. “She’s perfect…”

Sarukui laughed. “Careful, Bokuto, we might steal her away from you.”

Bokuto’s eyes narrowed as a pout appeared on his face. “Not a chance! She’s mine!”

The teasing continued, but Bokuto’s focus was entirely on you. He watched every move you made, his heart swelling with pride and admiration. You were fierce and graceful, commanding the court with a presence that left no doubt of your skill. “I taught her that!” he often retorted.

As the match drew to a close, your team clinched the victory with your final, resounding spike. The gym erupted in cheers, but none louder than Bokuto’s. He jumped up, pumping his fist in the air. “You did it! That’s my girl!”

After the match, as the crowd began to disperse, you made your way over to Bokuto and his teammates. Bokuto immediately pulled you into a tight hug, lifting you off your feet. “You were amazing, Y/N! Just like I knew you’d be!”

You laughed, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Thanks, Bo’. It means a lot that you were here.”

Konoha approached, offering you a high five. “Great game, Y/N. You’re as impressive as Bokuto said.”

“Thanks, Konoha,” you replied, smiling warmly. But when he approached a bit more, Bokuto stopped him with his hand on his shoulder. The rest of the team offered their congratulations, each one adding a bit of teasing directed at Bokuto as you tried not to let him fall into his emo phase again.

“So, when are you joining our practices?” Washio asked with a grin. “We could use someone with your skills.

Bokuto wrapped an arm around your shoulders, pulling you close. “Hey!!”

KEIJI AKAASHI

Akaashi was composed, his keen eyes analyzing the game as soon as it started. He sat quietly, his calm demeanor a stark contrast to the exuberant Bokuto beside him. “There she is!” Bokuto shouted, pointing as you stepped onto the court. Akaashi’s gaze followed Bokuto’s finger, a small smile appearing on his lips as he saw you join your team.

“She looks ready,” Akaashi remarked quietly, his voice filled with a soft pride that didn’t go unnoticed by his teammates.

Konoha leaned in, a smirk on his face. “So, this is the girl who’s got Akaashi all flustered, huh?”

Akaashi’s cheeks tinted slightly pink, but he maintained his composure. “I’m not flustered. I’m just…supportive.”

Bokuto laughed, giving Akaashi a playful nudge. “Come on, Akaashi, admit it. She’s amazing.”

Akaashi’s smile widened a fraction. “She is.”

As the match began, Akaashi watched you closely, his analytical mind appreciating your skill. Your serves were sharp, your spikes powerful, and your teamwork seamless. Every point you scored drew a cheer from the Fukurodani team, with Bokuto leading the chorus.

“Go Y/N! You’ve got this!” Bokuto shouted, his enthusiasm infectious. Even Akaashi found himself clapping and cheering more than usual.

As the game progressed, the teasing began. “Hey, Akaashi,” Sarukui called out, “she’s really something. You better watch out, or one of us might try to steal her.”

Akaashi raised an eyebrow, his expression amused. “Good luck with that,” he replied calmly. “She’s quite focused on her game.”

“Focused on you too, from what I hear,” Konoha added with a grin. “You’re a lucky guy.”

Akaashi’s eyes softened as he watched you dive for a difficult save, successfully keeping the ball in play. “I am,” he admitted, his voice barely audible over the noise of the gymnasium.

When the final point was scored and your team emerged victorious, the gym erupted in cheers. Akaashi stood up, clapping politely but with a proud smile on his face. “Well done,” he murmured to himself, knowing you couldn’t hear him but feeling the need to say it anyway.

After the match, as the crowd began to disperse, you made your way over to Akaashi and his teammates. Akaashi met you halfway, a gentle smile on his lips. “You played brilliantly,” he said, his voice warm.

You smiled back, slightly breathless but clearly happy. “Thanks, ‘kashi. It means a lot that you were here.”

Bokuto bounded over, practically bouncing with energy. “You were awesome, Y/N! Just like Akaashi told everyone!”

“Thanks, Bokuto,” you replied with a laugh, high-fiving him. “I’m glad you enjoyed it.”

The rest of the team offered their congratulations, with the usual teasing. “So, Akaashi,” Washio began, “when are you bringing her to our practices? We could use her energy.”

Akaashi chuckled, shaking his head. “She has her own team to focus on. But she’s always welcome to watch our games.”

You nodded, smiling warmly at Akaashi. “I’d love to. As long as you promise to keep coming to my matches.”

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[luca-street-chris-deacon-rp]

Open to Anyone

Muse- Dominique Luca

Relationship- Boyfriend/Girlfriend, Husband/Wife

Mun's Notes - This can go across any fandom, any ships, with any muse of your choice

Plot - Luca is home after work and just out of the shower before date night, whether it's a romantic quiet night or a wild night is entirely up to you 😉

Luca only really took long showers whenever his back was hurting and because he had been overdoing it at the gym to keep in shape, and in the field as a SWAT officer, he had done something to aggravate his back. But that didn't mean he wasn't going to be attending date night. Sometimes, it felt like they barely spent any time together, so date night's were always special.

"Hey, babe." He called over to the bed where his partner was lying on top of the bed. "Have you decided if we're going out or staying in? Cause I'm good with either. Just let me get some of that medicated cream and take some painkillers, and I'm good to go." He looked over their body, smiling to himself because he was the luckiest guy on earth.