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cainsau · 3 months ago

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Can you do (Platonic) Homelander X reader. Like in S4E4, you were the only scientist that actually treated homelander as a actual human child and not a experiment, but then were fire for interfering with an experiment. And years later when he grows up and invite everyone back to the lab including the reader

Consequence || The Boys Imagine

(Platonic) Homelander x Scientist!GN!Reader

Summary: You are one of the scientists who worked on Homelander many years ago. One day he brings you back to the lab, for old times' sake, he says.

Warning: Canon typical violence and gore (not explicit)

Author's Note: Im so sorry but i dont fully understand your request! I hope this is close enough to what you're asking for :]

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You recall the elevator ride from many years ago. It didn't use to be this long. Or maybe that's because you just witnessed Homelander shooting lasers at the security guards upstairs, all that to let you and him into the old lab. He probably can hear your heart beating abnormally fast.

"Do you think everyone will be there?" He asks.

You take a long breath, "Maybe not. Some of them probably don't work for the company anymore."

There is a moment of silence before he asks again, "Do you miss them?"

You think about it for a minute. His question feels like a test somehow. But, you've always been honest with him, and you're not going to stop now. "Not really, since they fired me."

"Right."

Homelander is a ticking time bomb. Since the beginning, you knew he was going to grow up with so much negativity from all that experimentation, and eventually explode. The least you could do was be kind to him, considering he was a literal child. Even now, you still feel a little bit of sympathy for him. But, it probably doesn't matter since he might have just brought you there to end your life along with the other scientists'. After all, there's no denying that you did work in that lab.

You sigh quietly. You didn't even get to say goodbye to your family when he picked you up at your current workplace.

The elevator dings, and the door opens, revealing the very same lab that you remember working in. The old faces try so hard to look delighted, but you can tell that they're as horrified as you.

"John?" Marty exclaimed in surprise.

"Homelander." The supe corrects him with an unending smile. "Just, Homelander." He then glances at you, putting an arm on your shoulder. "But [Y/N] is here too, y'know? You should greet them too."

You and Marty exchange a look. It's been years since the last time you talked to him. Though he's glad to see you after all these years, it is far outweighed by the horror of Homelander's presence.

Marty gives you a nod, "[Y/N]."

You return the nod, "Good to see you again, Marty."

"Well, well, well," Homelander steps forward with the box of cake while looking around, "I see that this place hasn't changed much."

He starts to talk and talk about his days in the lab. To the others, it might be an enlightening experience as he exposes their faults and... avenge it. Even if they didn't believe in god, they start praying inside their heads. Frank is the first to go, then Marty second. Thankfully, Barbara shows up before a third victim comes. But, oh, how wrong you are.

You stand there, breathing heavily, as Homelander closes the door to the Red Room. There's blood everywhere on his suit and hair, then as he turns around, his face is also covered in blood. But, the most terrifying part? His smile.

You hide your trembling hands behind your back. As much as you dislike how the other scientists treated him, you'd never think they'd end up like this.

"You alright?" You attempt to be nice to him, even if it's the last thing you do.

He laughs and approaches you slowly, "There should be more people like you in this world."

"You're one of a kind." He continues. "Most people are inconsistent. They're very prone to change, depending on where they are in the wheel of life- up or down- but, you? You're the same all around, then and now. That's great!"

He pats you on the back, leaving red stains on it, and guides you out. Apparently, he respects you enough to let you live, and not lock you in that room of corpses with Barbara.

As you arrive home safe and intact (physically, at least), you sigh in relief, feeling indebted to your alma mater for forcing you to take a class in ethics.

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feyascorner · 10 months ago

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So might have noticed i have read all your fics and I absolutely love them all!

If your open to taking this request for a fic, i would love like 4 times astarion was jealous and 1 time you were! (I dont know if your familiar with the prompt). Tav sleeping with someone before they get together (act 1) he’s catching feelings! After relationship is established: Act 2 Halsin showing his interest (whether its reciprocated is up to you!). Act3 Shar’s caress, the owner talking about Tav’s interest and drow twins!

Finally, Tav being jealous! Astarion fully enjoying it!

Or just anything with jealous astarion i would LIVE for! Love your work either way 😆

a/n. THEYRE SO CUTE IM IN TEARS I LOVE JEALOUS ASTARION/TAV

also this is not proofread unfortunately, and I'm not 100% if i did this right but we rock and roll!!!1

As much as Astarion boasts (and resents) his familiarity with seduction, you're an anomaly he's yet to understand despite his centuries of experience.

Never once in his courtship, even when he'd been alive, had he felt so tested that he was jealous, over someone. Not really, anyway. Sure there were bits of bitter feelings here and there, but most were trivial and about something involved in the relationship, not the person themselves.

He's counted four times since the two of you met, where he had to resort to his better judgment to avoid resorting to pettiness. The first one, was out of necessity--so much so that he didn't even realize what it was at first.

He had watched you snuggle up to Shadowheart of all people, just when he thought he'd finally manipulated enough to have you wrapped around his finger. Instead, he had to hear you laugh as you let the cleric lead you to a nearby lake, making him question if somehow, he'd gotten rusty. Especially when the rival in question was clearly too busy having a religious crisis to properly court you. Sure, you technically didn't belong to him, nor did he belong to you at the time, but he went to sleep feeling oddly irritated. He made sure to flirt with you even more, apparently, the next morning.

The second time, he had accepted the strange feeling in his chest whenever he saw you. And Gods he should have done it earlier. He made sure to show plenty of public affection, kissing your cheek or hand randomly as you and your companions explored the shadow-cursed lands. He got a mouthful from Lae'zel a few times, but he couldn't care less. And just when he believed he'd eliminated any potential rivals, the damned druid suggested that you had feelings for him. Here, he felt that same churning feeling he had weeks ago at camp, and found it was one that he didn't long for. He wouldn't have blamed you if you'd considered it--especially since the two of you stopped being physically intimate after his confession. But he could deny how much he hated this feeling. Pretending he hadn't heard, waited for you to approach him that night. When you reassured him you'd said no, he could breathe again.

The last time was weeks later, at Sharess' Caress, where the two of you were approached by the drow twins. And when he'd confessed he wasn't ready to become intimate again, as much as it scared him, you only smiled at him and nodded. That cursed warmth he felt from such a simple act of kindness would follow him to the end of his days. But he hadn't had enough time to revel in it, because the drow twins assured you only you would be enough, even if he wasn't a part of it. The moment you refused, he was already dragging you out of the room, cursing the twins under his breath.

But for the first time, he thinks you're the one experiencing that dreadful feeling of insecurity.

"Your measurements are perfect for this new selection that just came in! Here, let me just check if the rest would fit."

He'd thought little of the harmless touches of the tailor, but as he notices your expression through the reflection of one of the mirrors, he thinks differently. Your lips are pursed, eyes following the tailor's movements like a hawk as you tighten the arms crossed over your chest. Astarion himself is no stranger to touch, especially to innocent ones like this, but if your body language means anything, the sentiments are not mutual.

The tailor reaches up to measure his arm span, inevitably bring their face a little to close to his neck. He just tilts away, nodding mindlessly at what the tailor is saying, but his attention is fully on you. You're fidgeting, and your anxiousness is impossibly obvious to him, but the more mischievous part of him stops him from doing anything about it. Instead, he revels in it.

"Did you get my inside leg?" he asks the tailor, grinning widely. "I think you might have to redo it. I was leaning a bit."

The tailor agrees though all he sees is a nod of a head and a voice in his ear going right through the other. He observes as your face falls, and just as the tailor crouches down and leans close, you're immediately across the room at record-speed, hand latching over the tailor's wrist.

Astarion barely manages to hold in his laugh. His smile, however, is another story.

"I'll do it," you mumble to the tailor. They look to you and back up to Astarion before seemingly realizing what's going on, nodding.

"Very well."

He never thought you could look even more alluring than he already finds you, but the way your jaw clenches and your brows furrow makes him think otherwise. You lean down and take the measurements as needed, stomping on his foot in the process.

He snorts.

Once the tailor leaves for the stock room, he finds you sighing. "You did that on purpose."

It's not a question. He laughs, and while he could just apologize, he takes your hand in his, tilting your head with the other so you'd look at him. He might even consider the glare you give him as cute.

"Jealous, are you?"

"What do you think?"

"I was starting to think you weren't capable of jealousy."

"Why not?" you say, feeling his thumb rubs the top of your hand. "I've been plenty jealous before."

At this, he raises a brow. "I'd surely remember that."

"When we first met," you recall. "You flirted with practically everyone in camp. Saying you wanted to drink from Wyll, or something like that."

"You must know that I was--"

"I know what it was," you roll your eyes. "Not at the time though, and I thought you'd lost interest in me."

His jaw falls agape. "You're jesting."

"Why do you think I started flirting with other people? I figured you didn't like me as much as I liked you, so I moved on. Tried, at least."

"Is that what your visits to Shadowheart were?"

You scrunch your nose. "Oh Gods, I forgot about that. I'd rather not remember sleeping with one of my closest friends, thanks."

He can't help the grin stretching on his lips, and you notice, feeling yourself smile with him. "You're enjoying this far too much, Astarion."

"Please, tell me the next time you're jealous, so I'll know to keep an eye on you."

"Don't ask such ridiculous things," you retort, feigning annoyance before lifting his palm to your cheek and pressing a kiss to it. He swears his undead heart might've felt it. And just like that, the tailor returns, and you drop your intertwined hands, and he sees you shoot him a warning glare.

Acknowledging he's had enough fun teasing you today, he shrugs, and when the tailor begins showing him an array of outfits, he's not listening. Instead, he toys with the ring behind his back, making sure to commit your expression to his memory.

#baldur's gate 3 #astarion ancunin #baldur's gate astarion #bg3 astarion #astarion x tav #astarion x reader #astarion #bg3 x reader #fluff #bg3

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aaron-m-geist-ff · 8 months ago

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helloo! this is my first request ever on here loll and i hope its not too muchh 😅

req: gemini, she/her, fluff/nsfw (i dont mind!) and sukuna maybe.. hehe 🤭

ok that's all, thanks!! 🫶🏻💕

Oh fuck you know I have to write something for Sukuna. thank you, fellow Gem! 💅🏻🩷

Honored to be your first request!

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You got…🥁🥁🥁

Sukuna!

“You talk a lot,” Sukuna said dryly. He had his hands shoved into his pockets, completely shirtless with his tattoos exposed. He seemed entirely uninterested in what you were talking about, which kinda hurt your feelings.

“H-huh?!” You exclaimed, your face twisting into a scowl as you grew defensive.

“How dare you say that to me! You should be honored that I even want to speak with you! God, you’re such an arrogant prick-“

You sucked in a deep breath of air, frowning the entire time. Sukuna was really fucking bold. He clearly didn’t care about sparing your feelings. And talking too much was one of your biggest insecurities. You hated when people would find you boring or uninteresting. But then again, Sukuna was the king of curses. You really shouldn’t have expected anything more from him.

Sukuna rolled his eyes.

“Stop being such a dramatic bitch. I can practically smell your arousal from here.”

He said it so simply. Entirely unfazed by the situation. Meanwhile you could feel your face growing hotter by the second. Were you feeling aroused…? No. That couldn’t be true. There was no way that you could ever get turned on by something like this.

Sukuna smirked at you.

“Don’t believe me?” He asked. His tone was menacing. He was definitely the most terrifying man you had ever encountered before. But he seemed to have a soft spot for you. This childish banter was the norm. You were used to cursing at each other and arguing. But nothing more than that had ever happened. You never even considered having sex with Sukuna.

Sukuna was in front of you all of a sudden. He slid his hand up your skirt, rough fingers making contact with the soft skin of your thighs. It sent shivers through your entire body. You were utterly shocked.

“S-sukuna,” you whispered. You had no idea what was going on.

Sukuna brushed your panties to the side. You squeezed your eyes shut when you felt one of his big fingers trailing in between your folds. He was gathering up your slick.

“See,” Sukuna uttered. “This pussy is so wet for me.”

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“H-how are you this hard?” You whimpered, helplessly holding onto one of Sukuna’s biceps. He was thrusting into your tight heat carefully, the muscles in his back working to keep himself upright so that he could stare at you.

“I’m always this hard,” he said.

You whined at that. Your legs were spread impossibly wide and his cock felt rock hard. Splitting you open effortlessly. But the pain was quickly starting to subside when Sukuna began pressing into your G-spot.

“Mmf!” You groaned.

Sukuna grabbed your wrists then, pressing them together above your head with one of his hands. He started to pump into you much faster, taking advantage of your growing arousal.

“That’s it, virgin. Come around this hard cock.”

#sukuna x female reader #daddy sukuna #sukuna x you #sukuna imagines #sukuna smut #sukuna headcanons #sukuna x reader #jjk sukuna #sukuna #smut #virgin reader

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despairots · 10 months ago

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uhmuhm! can i be smile anon!!

i have a silly request, you dont have to write if you aren't taking requests but like,, gojou with like some kind of makima vessel reader

like how they would get along and stuff ^_^

#BITE ME, g. satoru!

you weren’t known by gojo until you were introduced. surprisingly enough, he wasn’t the only one with charming eyes (and terrifying powers).

content warning: swearing, r! has makima’s abilities and eyes but they don’t necessarily look like her, gender neutral! reader, r! wears a white button up with a black tie, a black blazer hung around their shoulders, black dress pants and a bandage wrapped around their neck (honestly like 15! dazai), etc.

authors note: u absolutely can!!! <3 my requests arent open but i really liked this request :3 im sorry if this is bad or not exactly what u want but i tried :( and so sorry this is late!!

knowingly enough, gojo satoru was known to be charmed and blessed with eyes that most people swoon for ever since he was a child. not only blessed with charming eyes but finally born with both limitless and six eyes, the first one in 500 years.

because of that, he was spoiled rotten (how horrible!) but no one can deny that he didn’t deserve it. after all, after 500 years of the gojo clan producing, they finally got a kid who changed the balance of the world.

after he turned the rip age of 28, he noticed a person always wake by his classroom with a man beside them. the one thing that caught his attention, was the energy they gave off.

not once did he notice the eyes that pierced through his black blindfolds.

the first time he was formally introduced to them, was that one time where nobara was introduced to megumi and yuuji. he didn’t notice it as first but he realized you were the person walking pass his classroom all the time.

time for the friendship headcanons!

at first, gojo’s first impression of you, was how calm and collected your composure was with some joking antics here and there. you were mostly there just in case gojo wasn’t able to be there with them.

in general, gojo thought you were trying to compete with him because of how you came close to strongest sorcerer (selfish).

i don’t have a grasp understanding of how you two became friends, actually… i don’t think you would necessarily be friends, more like people who trust eachother, have eachothers back and holding respect for each but at the same time, you two don’t trust eachother.

it’s a weird friendship, though, sometimes you two got along, talking and joking around. the next thing you know, you two are ignoring eachother like you never even knew the other.

the concept of friends didn’t scream anything to you, friends didn’t come close to you with how you picture him. in shorter terms, you saw most people like pawns, a means to your plans. gojo was just there.

most of the times, he annoyed you a lot, you could see the way nanami didn’t want to step an inch to gojo (considering how he’s younger than gojo, yet looks older then him. how odd?).

despite everything you two go through as teachers and partners, there are no growth in your “friendship”, as both of your students call it. it’s not what you’re expecting but from the beginning, gojo has had an off feeling about you.

the first time gojo witnessed your technique, was during the shibuya arc; where he massacred a bunch of transfigured humans. you were there helping him, after all, what type of person would you be?

as i said, even though you’re not necessarily friends, you two still have eachothers back.

development!

when time passes, there was a feeling in your stomach whenever you would hang around with gojo, that shoko would explain to you as ‘fondness’.

he was starting to look more like a friend than just a pawn, a nauseous (that didn’t change actually). though, he doesn’t automatically get a pass because the two of you started to call eachother actually friends.

the trio saw the way you two were always with eachother, technically glued to eachothers side and always being there for the other.

gojo, still ever being hungover his ex, saw just a glimpse of him in you, that was partially the reason why he grew closer to you but at the same time, he grew worried that something might happen to you.

without a doubt, even though he’s a complete cocky, egotistical, idiot of a man, his one weakness is his big heart. that’s the first thing you noticed about him. it wasn’t his looks, his energy, or how he was the strongest, it was his big heart that he so desperately tried to hide away.

there’s development to both parties.

you, started to think of him like an actual friend, someone you cared about, and no doubt about it, someone you would sulk over if he ever disappeared.

gojo, who— praying to the lord— for once, will try to get over his ex when he’s with you, there’s something about you that makes everything that’s happening disappear, he needs comfort, you provide that to him.

relationship!

oh boy. why would you ever date him?

how did you even start dating him?

yet again, i don’t have a grasp understanding on how the dating started but i could give a brief explanation of how the feelings developed from there on.

the fondness you get from being around him developed into something where, if he ever got hurt or someone said something to him, you would go ballistic.

he’s someone you genuinely started to cherish and for someone to say or do anything to him would send you to a toxic state. it’ll have him a lot of time to convince you not to harm this person or curse.

eventually, the feelings than letter on developed into, again, what shoko would explain to you, as love. you had rejected the idea of love for ages because you thought you weren’t able to ever feel it. gojo proved that wrong.

gojo’s a nauseous to be around, but knowing him for quite some time made him into a pleasing nauseous. gojo started to pick up that your starting to enjoy bringing around him that he started to tease you about it.

you wouldn’t lie and say the teasing was annoying, it was but it wasn’t the same annoying as before.

when gojo started to fall for you, he quickly tried to bury it before it got out of hand. remember that breakup scene at the kfc? yeah… he doesn’t want that again. let alone fall in love again.

he already lost geto, he can’t lose you. everything he’s ever loved and didn’t want to lose, is lost the moment he gains it.

though, he’d drop signs, massive signs or just small signs, they’re there. even though of what i just said, he’s whipped for you. so down horrendous, my lord.

when you two do get in a relationship, gojo’s touch starved and it shows. he needs to have some sort of contact with you or he’ll sulk in a corner. for a matter of fact, if he doesn’t get atleast 5 kisses each day, he’ll ignore you out of spite until you do kiss him. that’s when he gives you a kiss attack.

i won’t go deep into the intimate details, you can dream about those yourself but i will say, he’s fucking crazy in there (and so are you!)

you’re absolutely spoiled by him, he loves you so why not just give you everything. regardless of that, he knows both of you don’t have enough time, so he tries to make it count by making you happy.

he loves the sparkle in your eye when he surprises you with gifts you adore.

the same goes for you, knowing he’s touch starved, you try and shower him in affection as much as you can before the two of you depart on missions that don’t involve you two partnering up.

knowingly enough, pda is a must in the relationship. though, gojo will stop if you don’t like it, he’s a dick but he’s a good dick (no pun intended).

even though, there’s not enough time and both of your lives are on the line since you’re jujutsu sorcerers, you’re both grateful you had enough time to confess.

oh, and gojo swoons over you, annoying megumi when you’re not there.

#⑴ kaz’s written works!#⑴ smiley anon!#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #fluff #angst #gojo satoru x gender neutral reader #gojo satoru x female reader #gojo satoru x male reader #gojo satoru x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #csm #makima reader #jjk x gender neutral reader #jjk gojo #jjk spoilers #jjk x reader

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vixensbrainrotts · 10 months ago

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Young and Beautiful — Hanma Shuji

Content: Imagines

Warnings: vaguely sexual tension, nothing nsfw though

Summary: you decide to take boudoir pictures, and pleasantly surprised by your (very) hot photographer.

Vixen’s two cents: hello! This started out as an imagine but i realized i dont really like writing imagines (it feels so unstructured), so have this little scenario instead. Also, whilst rereading this i realize that Shui seems a little creepy and i swear i dint want him to come off like that?! It was a hot idea in my head, idk how well that that translated, lmk about it! Remember my REQUESTS ARE OPEN!! Also im still on the hunt for moots for proofreading and triangulation in case anyone is interested please contact me!!

When your auntie told you to go and take boudoir pictures, you thought she was talking crazy and waved her off with a polite smile, but she wouldn’t let up. “You’re as young and beautiful as you’ll ever be! Take them for yourself when you’re old like me! It might seem awkward but it’ll be worth it!”

If you would tell yourself from a week ago that you were had booked an appointment to the nearest place, you would have fainted. And if you would have told yourself from 4 hours ago, when you booked that appointment that you would eventually have to step INTO the store too, you would have freaked out. Screw that, you were freaking out now.

You had considered turning around and running about four or five times, but that little voice in the back of your head going pussy wouldnt leave you alone. In a burst of confidence you entered the shop and were met with a surprisingly comfortable atmosphere, and a cozy interior.

You scan the shop for a few seconds, deeming it good enough not to run out of right away, before a tall, slim figure emerged from one of the Backrooms. He wore a lazy smile when he came to you, clicking away at the computer on the desk before asking “Are you my boudoir at 4?” In a smooth, low voice.

You nod shyly in response, fidgeting with your hands a little. He chuckled in response “Don’t worry love, I won’t do anything- this is my job after all.”

He led you to a studio type room and handed you a robe. “Over there.” He said, and a long index of his rose to gesture to a little changing cabin in the corner of the room. “Ill go get everything set up for us.” And with that, he left you to freak out in the changing rooms because fuck he’s hot!

When you emerge again he’s already handling some sort of lenses to the end of the cameras, lights and props set up and ready to go. When he looks to you, you grow shy again and tug the robe a little tighter around your body. He sees this and nods reassuringly “It’s normal to be nervous, sweetheart.” Which only makes you more nervous.

He notices, but chooses to ignore it as he guides you to one of the chairs that are set up. “Now dont worry too much about anything. Just do your thing, ill do all the magic.” You sit, admittedly a little more relaxed but still stiff and he huffs with a smile. “Relax girl! You dont want these looking like pass photos do you?” And that makes you giggle a litte, finally loosening up again.

“There we go. That’s better already. Want me to talk you through it, distract you a little? Do you think that would help?” Eyes are soft but his gaze burns straight through you. “I think that would help, yeah.” And that makes him smile a little.

“How old are you anyway? You look very young- I don’t normally get a lot of girls your age.” He lifts the camera and clicks something on a little machine that begins whirring lightly in the background, producing little qualms of smoke. “I uh, im twenty two. Don’t get me wrong I would have never done this on my own accord, but my auntie, she said that id regret it my whole life if i don’t do this and all such things.”

Whilst you had been explaining, your robe had started slipping off your shoulders. You had noticed but found it the most natural transition into the inevitable. Getting more comfortable, you decided to throw your legs over one of the seat’s armrests, leaning back a little, getting comfortable, as he had advised.

“Thank your auntie for me then.” He whispered underneath his breath, the shutter clicking softly.

#tokyo rev x reader #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader #x reader #tokyo rev x you #tokrev #tr content #tokyo manji revengers #tr headcanons #hanma x reader #hanma shuji #tokyo revengers hanma #hanma shuuji x reader #hanma x you #tokrev hanma #hanma

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the-s1lly-corner · 1 year ago

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hi ^^ If requests are still open, can I req jax x reader headcanons where reader seems like the most chill, mentally stable, and normal person as well as a bit oblivious out of the whole group but when jax tries pranking them by scaring them w creepy crawlies and insects or other things normally considered scary, reader becomes really happy and endeared by it instead? And starts trying to like befriend him because of it.

And then its revealed reader has the most questionable interests of which they have the most unusually large amount of detailed knowledge on, like say poison, reptiles, the horrific horrors at the bottom of the ocean (think subnautica) And whenever these interests are brought up (which is rare bcs if what they are) they go full infodump mode and have 100% accidentally scared someone with it. They have definitely scared Ragatha half to death at least once after hearing the word “centepede” and going on a rant abt giant centipedes oblivious to her fear.

qeue Jax asking the reader abt one of said interests for a prank and reader gives him way to much info on it, not because they want to help him prank someone, but because they think hes just genuinely interested in their interest and have no idea he wants to use it to prank someone.

sorry if this is too long ^^

Jax x reader w/ odd interests!

dont apologize for it being too long! this just means i have a little more to work with ! probably gonna do this and one more request then go stretch my legs !!

when he first saw you fall victim to his classic fake spider prank, he was surprised to see that you were absolutely thrilled to find the critter; real or not

i mean sure, maybe you just weren't afraid of bugs like a certain red head, but you were excited to find it; scooping it up into your hands without hesitation... i mean he wasnt exactly judging you, but he sure as hell was confused. and now stumped, now that he knows the fake bug prank wont phase you

on top of that he now has a new friend following him around

i think it would definitely take him a second to warm up to you, his pride is a little hurt that his little stunt failed, but before long you guys are on speaking terms

your interest in poison doesnt really come up until someone brings up the topic, prompting you to go on a tangent about all the different kinds, the effects, the sources, how to counter it if possible, things like that

how funny would it be if jax was actually scared of reptiles; specifically snakes or even lizards, and he finds you trying to catch a gecko outside in the grounds

you excitedly try to hand it off to him and begin listing off some facts about the real world counterpart, only to stop when you notice his discomfort

like imagine trying to help him get over this random fear of his, and eventually managing to ease him into holding the little thing

hes fine with centipedes but he draws the line at noodle boys

perhaps the extra time with you and listening to you rattle off about your interests sparks some interest in you? of course if you want this to remain platonic you can ignore this part!

this of course leads to him trying to spend more time with you

to be more specific, to try to rope you into his antics

so he tries to ask you about something, say, bugs... you, of course not knowing what his plans are, go off about a bunch of bugs; insects, spiders, hell you even add in some scorpions

he stops you midway when you segway over to bug-parasites, though

while some of it isnt really his thing, hes at least not a big enough asshole to ignore the look in your eyes you get when you finally get to talk about your interests and not be judged

#tadc x reader #the amazing digital circus x reader #digital circus x reader #jax x you #jax x reader #jax imagine

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jisvno · 2 years ago

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tokyo revengers characters and their favourite way to have sex

ft; mikey, sanzu, rindou

genre; smut

tw; fem!reader, knife play (sanzu), "daddy' and 'master' (sanzu and rindou), idk just talking about sex

♡ manjiro 'mikey' sano

hes the type of person who doesnt like to move too much during sex, to be honest hes just really lazy lmao. thats why his fav positions are definitely cowgirl, lotus, and something like that, so youll the one jumping on his dick, and he will be able to watch your bouncing titties and the pleasure on your face. it usually lasts one or two rounds, bc hes too lazy to do more rounds. hes not too vocal, sometimes he groans, but he dont talk too much. he dont like sex to be rough, maybe only when hes stressed or pissed off by one of his gang fights, so in most times your sex is lazy and slow. also he really likes when you give him a blowjob, especially on rough days, it allows him to chill out and relax. after sex, he always hugs you so tight and you two go to sleep together, because you both are so sleepy, and he dont have any strenght to give you any type of aftercare, other than hugging and sleeping together

♡ haruchiyo sanzu

this man. he loves sex, especially with you. always rough. his favourite positions are doggy style and reverse cowgirl, but hes not fussy as long as he can squeeze your neck and spank you. its always a minimum of three rounds, but often it goes to four or five, because he has a lot of stamina and a lot of emotions in him, which must somehow be released. he never moans, maybe sometimes he will groan, but mostly its dirty talking from him, sometimes lighter, sometimes stronger. he likes when you call him 'daddy', because then he feel so powerful. hes so into knife play, as long as you agree to do it, he loves to run a sharp knife or katana across your body, sometimes giving you little cuts that he takes care of later. always gives you a warm bath after sex, and then hes doing whatever you want, because he knows that he has exhausted you and he wants to give you something in return

♡ rindou haitani

sex with him is always full of teasing, but its rough too. he finally needs to release his emotions, after being compared to his brother and considered inferior all day. he doesnt really have a favourite position, he likes all of them, because each one has its advantages - he either sees your face and titties, or your ass, so hes always happy. usually your sex lasts two or three rounds. he likes when you call him 'master' or something like that, because this is building up his ego and then he feels a lot better than his brother. he constantly teasing you and joking, but hes moaning loud too. also hes a big fan of giving you head, like he can only live on eating you out. while he can squeeze your thighs and heat your little whimpers, he feels like heaven, and when your legs tighten around his head, he knows that he can stay there for hours and hours. after sex youre always laying in bed, cuddling, joking and teasing each other.

~ vani's note

hehe first time writing smut here, sorry im just having my sanzu and rindou brainrot and i cant get them out of my mind. please remember that requests are open!<3 and take care of yourselves!

see you next time!

~vani ♡

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barbielanno · 7 months ago

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Shut up and kiss me

warning : smut

summary: you are oscar's girlfriends' lily's friend and she sets you up with lando norris

“Where are you?”, I text to my bestfriend Lily as I’ve been waiting for her in a cafe for about 20 minutes now. “I’m sorry y/n, I can’t make it. I’m busy but I sent someone to pick you up. Please be nice to him. I told him about you and you’ll recognise him when he comes ;). I hope you are wearing a good pair of innies”. WHAT THE HELL! What does she mean? Who did she send? “Hello Miss. y/n”. LANDO??? SHE SENT LANDO NORRIS TO PICK ME UPPPPPP???? “I’m Lando Norris, Oscar’s teammate. Lily requested me to pick you up, Osc is quite sick and she is keeping him company.” Fuck… the words aren’t coming off my mouth. I’M froze. “Hi Lan, I have seen you on tv. You are more pretty in person. I’m so sorry, I would’ve booked a cab if she texted me earlier. Sorry to waste your time”. “First of all, thank you for calling me pretty as I’m too mesmerised by your beauty. And secondly, I offered Lily to pick you up. I’ve seen your photos with her and thought you were very cute.” DID LANDO NORRIS JUST TOLD ME I’M CUTEEE? ANY LACK OF SELF ESTEEM FROM THESE DAY ONWARDS WOULD BE AN INSULT TO LANDO. WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DOOOOO? I CANNOT TELL THIS MAN THAT I’VE BEEN IN LOVE WITH HIM SINCE 2019. “What are you thinking pretty, are you uncomfortable with me?” “NO, no Lan, I um I uh um I just am starstruck at the moment.” “Haha, so shall we?” He tilts his head hinting me we should go to his car.

“Yes, let’s go” and I follow him. “you have a very pretty car”, I say and he opens the door for me. Ugh!!! Such a gentleman. “now I’ll have a pretty company to drive this pretty car” he replies SUCH A FLIRTTTTTTT. We sat In his car and he drives. Suddenly I get a text from lily. Oscar is having health issues so we are in the hospital. They do not allow visitors at this time so spend time with your crush ;). I sigh looking at text and Lando asks me if everything is alright. I tell him what lily texted and that we cannot go to them right now so he should drop me at the hotel. Lando: “well, it’s your first time here in London and spending the evening at the hotel is not the most rational thinking. Let me show you the places if you are not uncomfortable.” “Uh no, I’m totally fine but you must be busy considering you have a race next week.” I say. “Trust me y/n, I can make time for you”. Oh my god. He has his way with words. My heart is melting and if I spend even a minute more with him, I’m gonna fall in love with him. He takes me to watch sunset but fuckkkkk uk’s weather. It started raining as we parked the car and went 10 mins up walking. Now idk what to do. I’m drenched and I’m wearing a white shirt. He looks at me with his intense eyes and gives me his jacket to cover me up. “Uh thank you” I say. “It isn’t for you, it’s for me. I dont wan’t anyone looking at you when you are looking this hot”. What did he just sayyyyy? We rushed back to his car.

“ Look y/n, I really wanted to show you the sunset and ask you out for the coffee and since that didn’t work out because of this damn weather and look at you at the moment. You look so sexy with this wet hair and the white shirt. I’m known to be a good driver but at the moment you are driving me crazy. Please let me take you back to my apartment please?” My heart races as I hear him say those words. I’ve been thinking about him a lot specially when I’m alone at my room but now since it is happening in real life, my brain cannot process this all. We go back to his apartment and it’s amazing. I open the jacket he provided me earlier and give him back. I need to change my outfit.

I want to ask where the bathroom is but he has been staring at me since I opened the jacket. “Lando, I um ” . “Don’t look at me with those big brown eyes, I dont know what I’ll do next” he says. Fuck he is so hot, it’s turning me on and his curls are wet and I can’t stop thinking about what’s underneath that shirt of him. “SHOW me”. I say

He looks at me confused and says “what?”. “Show me what you’ll do next”. before I could see his reaction to my words, he pulled me by my waist and kissed me. That kiss, like a fairytale crescendo, outshone every sensation I've ever known. I melted right there. I wanted the time to stop and I didn’t wanna let that man go. He pulled back and looked into my eyes “so you have wanted this no y/n? You were just playing hard to get. Your body wants me as much as I want you sweetheart”. I was too turned on to reply what he had to say. “Shut up Lan” I said as I pulled him by his collar. Fuck why isn’t he coming close. “Y/n, my baby, I have a good neck exercise. You’re too weak for that”. This man is a tease and I need him right now. “Lan, I’m gonna walk away from here and sleep with the first man I see if you dont kiss me right now”. His eyes darkened as he heard those words coming from my mouth. He grabbed me by my neck and pulled me closer. “Cocky? Huh I know no one can make you wet if it’s not me, tell me you are mine and I’ll touch you”. I know I have to give myself to him because he will not touch me if I don’t say what I’m told. “Lan, I’m yours, all yours. Now, pl..” I couldn’t even complete what I was about to say an he kissed me. Harder this time, much intense and much sexier than earlier. He bit my lower lip and used his tongue. He is a pro. He slowly goes down to my neck and place soft kisses and I’m already wet. I try to unbutton his shirt but I can’t because my hands are cold and they are shivering. He understands what I need and rip his shirt off. Oh god he is so hot underneath that shirt. I look at his body with lusty eyes as I kiss his chest and proceed to move down while holding eye contact with him. He doesn’t let me go down and pulls me up and kissed me. He unbutton my shirt and undo my bra. He kisses every square inch of my body and squeeze my boobs. “Wow!! They are handful, I love them” he says. “Baby, can I go down on you” he asks me as if I was about to stop him. Who in the world could resist Lando Norris? I bit my lower lip and say “please”. He kisses my inner thighs, teases me and licks me. Wow he sure is best at everything he does. He press my lower abdomen as he continues eating me out. I moan in pleasure. “Uhh umm Lan”

“Baby” I roll my eyes. “keep making those sounds for me love”

“I’m about to .. uh”

He knows I’m about to finish so he pulls himself away. Such a tease 😈 . I know what he wants.

“Baby I need you inside of me, NOW.” I say and didn’t even notice him taking off his pants already. “See what you’ve done to me”. He looks at my eyes and demands me to see him. “Can you take all of it?” He winks. “ try me” I say. I know he loves playing so I go along with it. He puts his little (BIG) lando inside of me and I scream in pain or should I say pleasure. “Baby you feel so good” he thrusts faster. “Harder Lannie” he knows the rhythm. He knows when to go slow and hard and when fast. “Mhmmm” he moans near my ears and I know he is enjoying it as much as I am. “Baby, I’m about to come” he says. And goes faster. We both finished at the same time and that was amazing. He takes it off of me and places a kiss on my forehead. “We need to clean the mess we have made baby.” And lays beside me. “I’m too tired for that Lan. Let’s clean it later” I say. “Y/n, will you be my girlfriend? I don’t want this to end. I want you everyday.”

Oh my god this man is a GENTLEMAN.

“Yes my love”. And we cuddle and sleep.

#lando norris #f1 #f1 fanfic #f1 imagine #mclaren f1 #lando x reader #lando imagine #ln4

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bartxnhood · 2 years ago

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teardrops on my guitar | l.h

luke hemmings x songwriter!fem!reader

summary: your feelings for your friend go unnoticed, but one night you finally told the world how you felt through your music.

warnings: unrequited love :’(, luke is one oblivious mf !, crying, angst.

a/n: 5sos stans and luke people this one is for you !!! everyone say thank you to the slaysos gc for this beautiful idea. AND YES THIS IS INSPIRED BY TAYLORS SONG. i hope i executed it to your desires. enjoy all my loves !! lyrics will be italicized. feedback is appreciated.

a/n pt2 ALSO this is in no way to hate on sierra, i just couldn’t think of anyone else SO PLS DONT THINK I HATE HER I LOVE HER SM.

read part two here !!

requests open

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(this feels kinda rushed but i still hope u guys like it.)

you and luke had been close since grade school, always attached at the hip. wherever he went, you were right there with him. so, when he introduced you to the members of his new band they were forming you made it your mission to be friends with all of them.

whoever luke is friends with, you had to be friends with. it was your law of nature. and by luck, you had to find out you were one hell of a songwriter so of course luke kept you close even as the band took off. often you’d help them with songs. and you grew even closer with the boys, especially calum, creating a very close bond with the boy. only to realize, you had some feelings growing up for your blond best friend.

you don’t know what made you realize that you were indeed falling in love with luke hemmings. maybe it was when he’d lean in too closely and your breath would hitch, taking in all of his beauty, or, it was all of the times he made you laugh without effort.

whatever it was, you were slowly falling for him.

and as you did, 5 seconds of summer took off and were now on tour. it was unreal to you how they gained success but you couldn’t be more proud of the people they were becoming.

while they were out chasing their dreams, you decided to dip your toes into the industry and started to write the songs for your debut album. most of the songs were ways to express your feelings, and once released you did pretty well. a couple of your songs even charged for a few weeks.

time was flying by, you were growing to success following behind your friends.

soon, it was time for their tour and they approached you with the idea that you could open for them. when you first heard of the idea, you declined it. but, calum eventually talked some sense into you

your friendship with calum was a bit unexpected, luke said you’d probably get along with ashton the best, but he was wrong. calum became your right-hand man (behind luke of course). so, after you declined the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity calum talked to you.

“you should reconsider” he started, and you just shook your head. “calum” “no, listen to me” he pointed at you, “you’re good at what you do, you’re talented so please just consider opening for us. they guys want you on your, i want you on tour, y/n.” you stood with your hands on your hips. “okay. fine, i’ll do it. but just for you.” calum grinned.

tour started. it was magical, you were going to places you had never imagined you’d be. it was wonderful, and you continued to thank calum for talking to you and reconsidering. you were able to spend months with your best friends and the boy you were head over heels with.

during soundcheck, the boys would always come to mess around while you sang, oftentimes acting out your songs or ashton would casually drum.

it was memories you’d never forget, from interviews across the world to sleeping in hotels you’d sworn you wouldn’t stay in again. but most importantly, it was fun. you and luke had been closer than ever, thick as thieves. and then, it was coming to an end.

the last stop of the tour, you prepared for your set. your outfit was extravagant compared to previous stops, you wanted to change it up and make it more special. you were about to go on, but luke stopped you. “y/n?” you turned around, and he smiled “you look beautiful. knock ‘em dead, gorgeous.” you felt your cheeks warm up, “thanks, lu. i’ll see you after”

after the show, you met with him and he grabbed you into his arms so quickly. “you did amazing! that was the best show i’ve ever seen!” he spun you around, and you laughed. “thank you so much! that was amazing. that crowd is wonderful. you guys will have an amazing show.”

then a week away become a month, a month into a few, and eventually it had been well over a year since all of you actually had time to be together.

it was hard, because not only did you miss you friends but you missed your best friend, the one you loved most.

later, all of you found yourselves living in los angeles and so naturally you all became close again. hanging out every other weekend, and going back to your regular antics. everything was going well for 5 seconds of summer and yourself. you had made a name for yourself in the industry, especially after opening for their tour. you always thanked calum for talking some sense into your thick skull.

but, the more you were around luke, the harder it was to hide your feelings for him.

“y/n?” you jumped, eyes wandering up, and found luke who was standing over you. “guys want coffee, wanna go with me?” you closed your journal, nodding “sure” you smiled.

so, you sat in the car with him in the usual traffic of los angeles, on your phone with light music playing from the radio. “i’ve missed you” he said, you looked up, raising your eyebrow “you saw me last week, lu” “no, like in all the time we were away. i missed you, a lot. it wasn’t the same without you” you smiled, “i missed you too. but hey, we’re together now and i don’t plan on leaving anytime soon”

the car fell silent after, you returned to your phone and luke focused his attention back on the road for some time. “how’s writing going?” he asked, you turned off your phone and let it rest in your lap. “good, i have about half of my songs written. just kinda going through a phase, no inspiration, yknow?” he hummed, “oh, yeah i do” he laughed, looking at you. you smiled back.

there it was, that beautiful smile.

“you’ll get there, it’ll come one day and you’ll be writing for hours. i know how you are” you laughed, luke raised an eyebrow. “you’d know, i learned from the best” luke laughed, shaking his head. “you are something, y/n/n” he teased, “whatever, you love it” you retorted.

“oh, i do love it, and you” luke replied.

for the rest of the day, it was all you could think about. it was such a small thing but you just couldn’t help but get butterflies whenever you thought about it. but then you noticed all the times he was slowly coming around more and how close he would be towards you.

at first, it was subtle. maybe his state would linger just a bit too long, or he’d sit unusually close to you when there was the whole rest of the couch open. then, he began to see you on days you weren’t working together or hanging out with your typical friend group.

then, he’d start to hold your lower back if the two of you were in a public place. you had a little too much to drink that night? he was the first to take you home and stayed with you until you were okay on your own. luke was always glued to your hip, always holding your hand while rubbing his thumb over your knuckles, or his hand resting on your back. it was such a 180 from his usual behavior

everyone around you was talking about how good of a couple you two would be. saying, ‘oh, my god, you guys are like perfect for each other!’

could he possibly like you back?

youngblood was charting number one, so what does one do when one reaches such an achievement? party. ashton decided to hold a party at his place and everyone he knew was invited, including you. luke was your ‘date’ so, he was by your side most of the night like any other get-together. but this night changed things, for the worse.

ashton approached you, luke, and calum with someone following him. “guys!” the man yelled over the loud music. “this is sierra, a new friend of mine. wanted to introduce her” calum shook her hand, saying hello, then she got to you.

she shook your hand smiling, “hi! i’m such a fan, your music is amazing. you’re also so pretty in person!” you smiled, returning her kindness. “thank you so much!” but, when she got to luke you saw his eyes light up.

sierra was a nice girl, very welcoming and sincere. plus, she was probably the prettiest woman you had ever seen. so, who wouldn’t want to know her better?

since that night, luke and sierra hit it off. she was at every gathering with the boys, eventually taking your place in luke’s heart. at first, it didn’t bother you. luke would still hang out with you on his own, he’d still check on you if you got too drunk. but it all started to disappear. luke got distant. but maybe it was you who was pushing him away, knowing you were no match for sierra.

then, it happened.

luke announced that he and sierra had made it official, they were dating now. the guys cheered and all congratulated him, you just stood there in silence. “y/n?” you blinked, coming back to reality. you flashed a smile, “congrats luke!” the blond grinned and hugged you but you didn’t return it.

it was only a matter of time before it just got worse. anytime you’d hang out with them luke was always bringing up sierra. “oh sierra this!” or “oh sierra does that too!” in the beginning, it didn’t bother you, you tried to suppress those feelings because he was now with someone else but it hurt. you couldn’t lie about that.

you wanted him to say that about you, you wanted luke to tell everyone how proud he was that you were his. you just wanted him to see you.

one day, luke asked if he could hang out with you just like the old days. you said yes, of course. so, the two of you sat on the sofa for hours talking about anything and everything.

“i’m proud of you, lu” he shook his head, “you should be proud of yourself too, you help us write it” you shrugged. “just happy to be apart of something as wonderful as that” you smiled.

“you seem happy” luke nodded, “happiest i’ve ever been, y/n/n” you were happy to hear that, his happiness was everything you wanted for him. “sierra..she’s just so amazing, y’know? like i finally got it right. i’m so in love with her.”

oh.

gathering at parties was even worse, he was always holding onto her like she was his most prized possession. so, you found yourself distancing yourself from the group.

calum was the first to notice this, and it worried his heart. you were his closest friend, what was going on in your mind to cause your sudden drift?

you huffed, throwing your pencil down and stood up from your seat, and headed to the door. the constant knocking was getting on your nerves. when you opened the door you saw calum. “cal? what are you doing here?” you asked. “we need to talk”

calum sat across from you on the sofa, his heart heavy with guilt. he said, “where have you been?” you shrugged, “well, calum, i have an album i need to finish so i’m sorry if i’ve been busy trying to wri-“ he cut you off, “no, it isn’t that. because if it was, you would want our help we always wrote as a team” he knew you were lying, calum knew you too well. maybe even better than luke knew you.

you knew it wouldn’t do any good to lie to him, you hesitated, picking at your fingernails. “it’s just..” you didn’t know how to word it properly and you didn’t want to sound crazy. “i love luke..” you finally said, calum laughed “we all love luke.” “no, calum i’m in love with luke” calum froze, his eyes going wide even though he probably knew it himself. “oh..” he whispered. it was all connecting now.

“so, i’m sorry if i’m a little distant now it just really fucking hurts to see someone i love with my entire heart with someone else, and yes i know i should’ve said something. but id rather have him in my life as a friend instead of losing him and never hearing from him.” you were getting a bit emotional now, so calum came closer and hugged you. “it’s okay” he said, rubbing your back. calum wasn’t the best at comforting people but he cared about you and he had hoped it was enough.

“it’ll be okay, just don’t shut me out, okay?” he pulled away to look at you. “you’re strong and you’ll figure this out, and i’ll be by your side for all of it” you nodded, wiping your eyes. “thank you, calum.” you smiled, he nodded. “of course”

after he leaves you sat there for a while, you were left with your emotions. you weren’t sure how long you were there just staring at the wall. you decided that the only way you could deal with your feelings was to write a song to help the feelings go away.

days passed, you went back and forth removing and adding lyrics to the song and eventually took out luke’s name, and inserted a mysterious ’drew’. you kept your songwriting journal close, especially when you were around calum. no one needed to see it, it was for your eyes only. it was just for you to cope with the pain.

eventually, you had finished the song but if you were going to add it to your album, you didn’t know. maybe it’s too personal, or maybe it just wasn’t good enough to be released. it was just for you.

you sat across from calum, tapping your finger against the leather couch of the recording studio and staring down at the book in your lap. “what’s on your mind?” calum proposed, you hummed looking up at him. “i finished a song, i think i’m gonna go to that open mic night and perform it. i haven’t been on stage in a while” you suggested. calum agreed, “i think that’ll be nice. i’ll be there” he grinned, which earned a laugh from you.

you entered the building with your guitar and looked around before finally spotting calum, he grinned walking to you and wrapping his arms around you. “you look great” you chuckled, “thanks, cal. and thank you for showin up” he nodded. “anything for you, i’m excited to see you perform again. it’s been a while” you hummed, “yeah, it has” you agreed, calum patted your back. “break a leg!”

you laughed, walking past him, and headed up the few steps to the small stage, opening the case and getting your guitar out.

“hi everyone” you smiled, sitting against the stool and looking at the small crowd in front of the stage and you saw calum smiling. “so, most of you guys know me, if not i’m y/n. i’ve been writing and performing music for some time now.” you lightly strummed some cords. “some of you may know i have an album coming out soon, but tonight i thought i’d share an unreleased song that i’ve just finished.” you smiled, meeting eyes of a couple of people. “so, yeah. i hope y’all enjoy”

drew looks at me i fake a smile, so he won't see that I want and I'm needing

everything that we should be.

i'll bet she's beautiful, that girl he talks about and she's got everything that I have to live without

drew talks to me i laugh 'cause it's just so funny that i can't even see anyone when he's with me

he says he’s so in love, he’s finally got it right

i wonder if he knows he’s all i think about at night.

you take a breath, about to enter the chorus and then you spot him entering the room, with her. luke spots you, throwing a smile your way but you looked back at calum and continued singing even though you began to get choked up.

he's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar

the only thing that keeps me wishin' on a wishing star

he's the song in the car i keep singing, don't know why i do.

drew walks by me, can he tell that I can't breathe?

and there he goes, so perfectly

the kind of flawless I wish I could be

she'd better hold him tight, give him all her love

look in those beautiful eyes and know she's lucky 'cause

your eyes find luke in the crowd again, his arm wrapped around sierras shoulder, who, was also enjoying your performance.

(pretend y/n sang the whole song lol i didn’t feel like writing it all sorry)

so, I'll drive home alone as I turn off the light

i'll put his picture down and maybe get some sleep tonight

'cause he's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar the only one who's got enough of me to break my heart

he's the song in the car I keep singing, don't know why I do he's the time taken up, but there's never enough

and he's all that I need to fall into

drew looks at me I fake a smile, so he won't see

everyone can tell what you’re singing about is coming from the heart and they’re giving you sympathetic looks. after you finish you quickly excuse yourself outside to take a breather “thank y’all” you smiled, standing up from the stool and leaving the stage as the crowed continued to applaud for you.

luke, for the first time in a while, notices something is wrong so he follows you out. not before cal intercepts, he could see that calum was kinda frustrated. luke asks “what’s going on? is y/n okay? she’s never done that” calum nods. luke sighed and asks “we’ll tell me! what happened?” calum says “think about the song she just sang and then ask her yourself.”

you were behind the building, pacing back and forth trying to stop the overflow of tears pouring from your eyes. “y/n?” you stopped in your tracks hearing the voice, you turned around and met with luke.

upon seeing your disheveled face, his eyes softened. luke asked, “are you alright?” you sighed, chewing on your lip. should you answer him honestly? or continue to lie, which you had gotten pretty damn good at for some time now.

“not really.” you answered. luke took a few steps closer to you and asks, “is that song about someone?” you nodded, but luke still couldn’t figure out why you never told him. he was your best friend since the two of you were just little kids. “why haven’t you told me? who is drew?”

you take a deep breath contemplating telling him, this would be the moment that changed everything. luke sees the hesitation and touches your arm “you can tell me anything you know that, y/n/n” he looks so earnest so you answer “it is about someone and i couldnt tell you because, well, it’s about you.”

luke falls silent, a wave of emotions coursing through his body. he starts to speak a couple times but stops before he can get an actual word out. “i wish you would’ve told me sooner.” luke had always been in love with you way before sierra came into the picture, maybe he just didn’t know how to show it properly. plus, he thought for sure you just saw him as a friend.

at this point, you were crying. tears falling rapidly as he was talking. he says,“do you know how many songs i’ve written about you? hell, you’ve even helped me write some of them.” he took a few steps closer towards you. do you remember when we wrote meet you there? i thought for sure you’d see right through it and know the truth. but you didn’t, and now..now i’m with sierra..” now he was beginning to tear up. “and i—i don’t know. i just wish i’d known sooner”

“luke..i..” you wiped your eyes, it was so hard for you to hear that when you had spent all your life with him only to lose him in the end. “i’m sorry.”

luke shook his head, “no, i’m sorry.”

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only-lonely-star · 20 days ago

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I hope you dont have too many requests i dont want to overwhelm you but i had an idea i thought was cute lol

Sodapop loves babies and will hold any and all babies that he sees while working at the DX or around town. Anytime he sees one he let's out a little gasp and runs over to look at them and charm the person into letting him hold them. There's one baby that is his favorite because he gets to spend the most time with her. Her mom comes into the DX everyday for cigarettes and then wanders around outsode for an hour while Soda babysits the baby. One day she just up and leaves and Soda doesn't really notice until a couple hours later when Steve comes back from working on a car and sees the baby is still there. Soda just instantly decides he's keeping her and Steve has to tell him that's not how it works but Soda is determined. Eventually they go home after trying to find the mom and not being successful and now the baby is fussy because it's hungry and needs a change and somehow Soda knows how to do all that?? Pony is shocked lol but yeah Soda loves babies and takes his 24 hour dad experince very seriously (he doesn't get any sleep because the baby just wanted to be held all night)

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Warnings - Child neglect from the mother i guess 😭 ? This is supposed to be cute and sweet, I’d consider it to be fluff .

Summary - Sodapop has always dreamt of having the opportunity to look after a baby… 🍼🧸

Author’s Note - **After visiting the DX in Oklahoma, I learned it was formatted a bit differently than I imagined, but I feel as if the way I described it is more fitting for the story so I decided to leave it! Either way, the story still makes sense!** This is so cute, brb I’m crying. I decided to switch up my theme if you guys couldn’t tell, so I hope you like it because I feel I like this one a lot better 😭. Thank you so much for the request, I’ve had this in my drafts for a minute and felt it’s unfair to keep you waiting any longer than you already have. Enjoy!! 🫶🏼

Word Count - 2.7k.

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The rusted bell that hung above the door rattled yet again. The day had gone by fairly slowly, with only a few customers stopping by each hour. Sodapop glanced up from the opened cash drawer, smiling fondly at the woman who glanced around with a suspicious look in her eye. A cigarette in between her index and middle finger, and a swaddled infant tossed over her shoulder completed her look entirely. She headed straight for the counter. The woman’s thick hair was slicked back in a smooth side part, faded curls dangling over her free shoulder.

“Back again, huh?” he greeted teasingly, his eyes darting for the blanket draped over the baby’s resting body.

She directed her attention onto him, her gray, dull eyes softening ever so slightly. Her voice came out rather cranky than usual, “Sure, Soda, back again.”

The woman was no fool - she knew how much Sodapop loved the small interactions with her child. It was almost a daily occurrence…buying cigarettes and the interactions between the two. She heaved her bag off of her shoulder after placing the cigarette back in between her lips to hold it. Setting the tattered purse down on the counter in front of her, she carefully used both hands when maneuvering her child around.

“You alright, Miss?” Sodapop then asked, shutting the cash drawer after shoving the last bill inside. His eyes were practically glued to her shoulder.

The woman sighed, lifting her baby off her shoulder and cradling it to her chest. “Just tired,” she shook her head and used her eyes to gesture to the baby. “Take her, I figured you maybe missed her.”

Sodapop’s million-dollar smile made its appearance at the sudden signal to hold the child. He could hardly contain the giddy excitement building up within himself as he reached for her. “Sure did, she’s my favorite customer now that I see her so much,” he added playfully. The woman didn’t seem too amused, she seemed to be more stressed than anything. She cracked a forced smile in response.

He was used to being gentle with babies, he charmed his way into fooling around with one any chance he got. Whether it’s holding a baby for a few minutes, or simply making faces at one, he constantly looked forward to seeing kids at work. It made his day seem easier and cured his hidden baby fever. Sodapop loved the idea of fathering a child even if it wasn’t his own. A mere twenty-four hours with a child to tend to and he would be cured - he was sure of it.

Sodapop’s hand held the baby against his chest, smiling until his cheeks turned a bright red. One hand was nearly as big as the baby. “Oh, she’s sleepy today, hm?”

The blanket was warm, soft, and extremely small. It reminded Sodapop just how careful he needed to be. One wrong move and he could harm such a small and delicate baby, purely on accident. His eyes drifted back upwards to her mother. “Can I…do something to help you out a bit? I know you’re probably stressed and - …”

“Yeah, get me two packs of uh…some Luckies and I’ll grab a Coke or somethin’. Thanks, Soda,” the woman cut him off quite rudely before she waltzed towards the back of the store where the cooler was shoved into a dusty corner.

Puzzled, Sodapop took one good look at the freshly stocked fridge behind the counter with various glass bottles of soda. He kept his eyes glued onto her briefly before smiling upon the baby in his arms. “Your momma sure loves them squares, don’t she?” he mumbled to the baby, pitching his voice up as if it would assist her in understanding him. He slowly removed an arm from underneath the infant’s legs, swiftly replacing its position with his other arm. He scanned the wall of cigarettes behind him until his eyes landed on the slim white boxes with ‘Lucky Strike’ printed across the front. Swiping two from the shelf, he set them on the counter in front of him.

The mother had her eyes set on the exit door, pretending to not notice Sodapop with her child from her peripheral vision. Sodapop removed his fingertip from the baby’s cheek and spoke up loud enough for her to hear, “Got your cigs, Miss!”

“I’ll be back!” she hollered in reply, busily pushing the door open. Sodapop stood with the baby in his arms. He’d grown accustomed to practically having to babysit her child whenever she paid him a visit. He wasn’t complaining of course - this brightened his day more than the woman even knew.

Busier days meant the mother was in and out within minutes, leaving Sodapop no time to cradle her daughter and softly lull her to sleep. Today, Sodapop has all the time in the world. God only knows what that woman was up to whenever she made her exit. Sodapop had spent the next half hour with the baby, tending to her and gently kissing the top of her head. The baby’s eyes opened only a few times as the door creaked open while more customers entered.

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Sodapop was laughing aloud as the baby responded with a squeal of excitement. Her big, blue eyes sparkled with amusement whenever she saw Sodapop’s grin. Her favorite game had quickly become peekaboo, finding the jumpscare to be humorous. Sodapop had moved the baby to sit up in his arms as his free hand covered his eyes. He stifled a chuckle and removed his hand from his face, a higher-pitched “peekaboo” filling the room with laughter.

The door swung open, and a boy who looked quite similar to Sodapop, panted breathlessly while standing at the counter. He was cooling off as he stood in front of the small, dusty fans. “Soda, quit with the damn baby, I need some help.”

The boy huffed, his hands placed on his hips. A black substance smeared across his forehead and cheek, his fingertips just as dirty as his shirt. Sodapop held onto the baby, resting her chest against his shoulder as his hands soothingly rubbed her back. She croaked, her tiny fists clenching and unclenching in response to the sudden movement. “Her momma left, I bet she’ll be back soon. What ya need help with anyway, Steve? Did somethin’ spill?” Sodapop giggled, swiping his hand across the smear of black substance.

“This guy’s car is dirty as all hell, needs a new spark plug is all,” Steve replied, serving Sodapop’s hand.

“Be out there in a minute, just let her momma come back and I’ll join you,” Sodapop ushered him back out, patting the infant’s back again.

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Two hours had gone by, no sign of the mother. Sodapop was multitasking with taking care of the child while trying to restock by the counter. Few customers had stopped by, and Steve never made his return. The baby had been quite active - crying, sleeping, giggling, and whatnot. Sodapop leaned his back against the wall of cigarettes with the baby sitting on his lap. His arm acted as a seatbelt for her, allowing no movement or for her to fall.

Steve pried the door open as he made his entry known through an exhausted groan. He heaved down his toolbelt and stumbled for the fan. “You and that damn baby!” he hollered suddenly.

The baby sprung right up in Sodapop’s lap at the sudden noise. Sodapop turned her around and attempted to shush the child as best as he could.

Steve walked towards the girl, searching around her clothing. He tucked his finger down the collar of her onesie and squinted. “This is insane, you know that woman’s a ditz, Soda.”

“The hell are you doing? She said she’s comin’ back!” Sodapop retorted as he swatted Steve’s finger away.

“Let me check for a name or something, dammit!” Steve hissed as he flipped the tag inside out. There was no sign of a name or address anywhere to be found. “I don’t see nothin’, think we might have to take her down to the station.”

“We’ll look for her momma, she couldn’t have forgotten ‘bout her own kid,” Soda reasoned. He held the baby in his hands delicately. “Besides, she said she’d be back.”

Steve let out a sigh of annoyance and shook his head. “She’s the most scatterbrained woman in all of Tulsa and you believe the bullshit she’s handin’ you?” He scoffed weakly. “Hell, might as well keep it for yourself.”

Sodapop’s smile appeared at the sarcastic suggestion. Steve had said it first - not him. “You’re right, I ought to keep her. She likes me anyway.”

Sodapop cradled the girl close to his chest as she giggled softly. It seemed as if she was agreeing to Steve’s ‘suggestion’. Steve sucked his teeth as he composed his annoyance. “You can’t keep her forever, alright? You can’t. It ain’t your kid and you know that. We’ll take her down to the station first thing tomorrow morning.”

“Damn right I’m keepin’ the baby, just look at her,” he held her up like a puppy and grinned widely. Steve grimaced and stuck his index finger out to poke the baby’s cheek. As if on cue, she giggled in reply.

“She’s…alright,” Steve hesitated to reply. It would take a bit of adjusting to say the least.

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“Okay…I know how this looks,” Sodapop started, a convincing smile etched onto his face. He delicately poked at the baby in his arms to quiet her down. He was so sure his smile could charm his way into having Darrel come to terms with the baby. Darrel, on the other hand, he didn’t look too pleased.

Ponyboy stuffed his hands into the pocket of his jeans as his cheeks puffed out. He snorted out a laugh, earning a scowl from Sodapop. “You know you can’t take care of no baby,” Ponyboy jabbed at him.

“Darry, please - ?” Sodapop tried to plead.

“Who’s baby even is that? You can’t just take someone’s child and run off with it,” he replied in a skeptical tone. His tense body language spoke more than his words. His hands rest firmly on his hips, his eyes focused on Sodapop’s mouth as each word fell from his lips.

Sodapop let out a deep breath as he tried to regain his composure. “That same lady who I tell you about nearly every damn day! She just… left her with me.” He shrugged his shoulders while the baby uncomfortably shifted around.

“You don’t even have - …” Darrel tried to interfere dismissively as he took a step back.

“I got everything she needs,” he interrupted. Sodapop seemed strangely determined on taking care of this baby. “Stopped by the pharmacy and got some diapers and those little jars of…whatever babies eat…”

It was safe to say Darrel was a little surprised to see Sodapop so well prepared. As head of the house, he decided what went and what didn’t. He pondered briefly. “Pony’s right, you don’t know how to take care of no baby.”

“The hell I don’t,” Sodapop defensively spoke up. “Let me have this, I promise I’ll do all the babysittin’. We’ll even take her to the cops tomorrow, they’ll find her momma then.”

Ponyboy gave Darrel a look that said his word couldn’t be kept. While he agreed, something had swayed his decision. Maybe it was the desperation in Sodapop’s voice, or maybe even the fact that he had a baby resting in his arms with no parental figure to look after her. He sighed, slinging his arm around Ponyboy. “We ain’t doing no takin’ care of it, you’re on father duty. Deal?”

Sodapop’s face lit up within seconds, a giddy smile plastered across his face now that he had permission to take care of the baby. “Deal, I got this,” he giggled, poking the child’s cheek tenderly.

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Not long after he’d settled back down, the baby had begun wailing uncontrollably. Sodapop had fallen asleep on the sofa with her splayed out across his chest. The pilled blanket wrapped over her body was now halfway draped over her. Sodapop stirred awake, lifting the child in his arms carefully. Her face had become a deep shade of red from the constant crying. Sodapop had to do something.

“Soda!” Darrel’s voice called out from another room, his tone was tinged with annoyance.

“Alright, alright, what do ya want…?” he questioned, reaching one hand into the brown paper bag he had received when purchasing her necessities at the pharmacy. “Food? You hungry?” he murmured to her as he retrieved a small jar with green slop packed tightly inside. The baby continued to cry relentlessly. Her voice was high-pitched and piercing; something that quickly became irritating to all members of the Curtis household. He groggily placed her down on the thick cushion beside him, her head lying limp against the armrest. “Pony! You in there?” he called out for him as he stepped for the doorway that led to the kitchen.

Ponyboy stuck his head past the wall that separated the two. “Yeah, is she alright?” he asked skeptically as his gaze drifted to the baby who was drooling and squirming on the family couch.

“I think she’s hungry, hand me a spoon or somethin’, will ya?” Sodapop held up an empty hand to signal for one.

Ponyboy nodded, tossing one of the smaller-sized spoons directly into the palm of Sodapop’s hand. “I wanna see this,” he scoffed.

Soda took the spoon, gently scooping up the slop onto the spoon. He composed himself and tried his best to focus on her. “Here, here…open,” he directed in a hushed whisper as he mimicked the wide-mouthed expression he needed from the little girl.

She blinked in obvious confusion as her crying subsided to a low whine. Sodapop’s voice was enough to calm her down in the slightest.

Sodapop’s gaze flickered to Ponyboy as he shoved the embarrassment back down. He shook his head before opening his mouth even wider. “Ahhhh,” he spoke in a low monotone voice as his mouth opened yet again.

Ponyboy snorted, expecting no reaction from the baby whatsoever. The baby giggled, reaching her hand out to touch the tip of Sodapop’s nose. Within seconds, her mouth had weakly attempted to mirror his action. “Ah,” she chuckled again.

Sodapop had nodded in approval, opening his mouth once more in hopes this would be the final time he had to demonstrate. The child’s cheeks puffed out as she grinned, her mouth now wide. Sodapop slipped the spoon inside, gently talking her into swallowing. “Mmm, tastes good, right?” His over-exaggeration of the words made Ponyboy giggle.

“Well excuse me for doubting you,” Ponyboy spoke sarcastically.

Sodapop seemed a little too focused on the baby. He pulled the spoon back and set it on the small wooden table beside the sofa. “Pony, hand me that bag,” he directed, a serious and emotionless tone now in play.

Ponyboy swiftly handed him the brown bag with the child’s necessities before taking an extra step back for caution. “She okay…?”

“She needs a change,” Sodapop replied, scooping her up into his arms like some sort of plushie. He hurriedly took her to the bathroom, turning on the light switch as he hoisted the baby over his shoulder.

**I've never even held a baby, let alone change one, so I have no clue what to even write for this part. I’M SORRY IT SOUNDS A BIT OFF 😭**

Ponyboy scratched the top of his head awkwardly, only able to imagine how much patience Sodapop must have. The crying continued once again as the faint sound of crackling paper echoed from the bathroom. It was a total mystery how Sodapop had become so educated on how to care for an infant.

Moments after, the door opened slowly as Sodapop nuzzled his head against the child yet again. Her crying seemed to have come to a complete stop, her eyes now fluttering closed. Sodapop hushed the baby girl and steadily rocked back and forth to lull her asleep. “Shhh, you’re alright now.” Tip-toeing his way back to the couch, it sank with his weight. He carefully ran his hand down her back in soothing motions, caressing the sides of her small body with his fingertips. She licked her lips and let herself relax against the warmth of Sodapop’s body. Kicking his shoes off, he buried himself within the comforting presence of the infant, allowing the time to pass in a loving embrace. He knew he had a long night of tender love and care to give ahead of him.

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING 🫶🏼

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hello!! 🐊anon here! I'm greatly excited to see the requests are finally open!! I've waited for this moment since december jiji, can I request bsd men (you can choose them but pls add ranpo and grandpa fukuzawa) with a child!fem! Reader (platonic obv) who's like Lucy from Elfen Lied? I've just re-watched the anime but I didn't remember it so bloody O_o" anyways, if you dont know about her, i quickly explain it to you, she is not human she is a diclonius, this race has vectors, which are invisible and intangible weapons and have the shape of arms with incredible physical strength, although they only reach 2 meters. Female diclonius have pink hair with 2 little horns on each side of their head, while males... They are bald and ugly lol 😭. That would be my 'quick' explanation, ofc you can ignore the blood here blood there part, but i'd like it more if you at least describe her as 'dangerous'.

At the end of the day, Reader is not a villain, just a misunderstood girl who has been through a lot, she just wants a hug and to cry in someone's arms :c. Ah i forgot, angst with some fluff if u want :3 you can ignore this if you consider it out of the rules!! Its fine for me i have more ideas to share!! Have a nuce day ill be waiting patiently, take your time and takd care of yourself!!! ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

childhood misunderstandings

synopsis - maybe you really were just a misunderstood child

includes - ranpo, fukuzawa, sigma, oda - all platonic!

warnings - fem!child!reader, angst to comfort, fluff, mentions of blood and violence, wc - 1k

a/n: hii! sorry this took so long but hope you're having a nice day! take care of yourself aswell <3

ranpo edogawa ★↷

↪while ranpo may be outgoing, he doesn't really use that to form many relationships with the people he talks to. however he may realise how much fukuzawa's care has affected him when he finds you.

↪he is by no means an idiot, and so he can immediately understand that you aren't as dangerous as everyone made you out to be. some people really just have to do what they can to survive and so for you that meant you perhaps had to hurt some people.

↪he had no issue with offering to take you in just like fukuzawa did for him - he knew fukuzawa also wouldn't have an issue. mainly because he also knew that not many would have the same confidence to turn a blind eye and understand your situation.

↪he always thought your pink hair reminded him of the kind of pink that was on sweet wrappers - he also thought your little ears on the side of your head were adorable.

↪your combative side to your ability mattered very little to him. sure it was pretty cool and very dangerous in close quarters but he never really cared about what other people's abilities were. most times.

↪ranpo can be rather expressing, more often with people closer to him and it's not really physical contact. but he could sympathise with your situation and understand that one simple comforting hug could open a floodgate.

↪and when he does give you the biggest hug you'd ever receive, you really couldn't help but feel a sense of home in his arms (his hugs are the perfect mix of a comforting weight that doesn't feel overbearing)

yukichi fukuzawa ★↷

↪fukuzawa was no stranger to finding troubled children and taking them under his care even if a few were literal criminals - some may say he had that fatherly instinct. so when he found you in a mess of blood he wouldn't think twice.

↪of course he couldn't completely ignore the fact that he did find you in a rather concerning display of blood that was most definitely not yours, as much as he would like to. however he could happily tell himself that people always had some reason for doing what they did.

↪he thought your appearance, because of you ability, was quite lovely. your pink hair rather sweet and the small little ears on the side of your head really made him melt.

↪because of the fact that his ability helped others, that eventually extended to you. in turn making your vectors that much more controllable and therefore stronger. he could agree that your ability's more combative side was dangerous but he wanted to refrain you from using it in such ways.

↪the first time he ever gave you a hug you cried immediately. he was the first person to realise how you weren't dangerous for villainous reasons - when you realised this you grew that much more attached to him.

↪ fukuzawa practically radiates a maternal instinct and he has no problem in helping troubled children. as a result he has no problem when they view him as the father figure they might so desperately need.

sigma ★↷

↪sigma has barely lived his life. he was created 3 years ago and ever since he's been serving duties for the oda and running the sky casino. therefore, he was left with very little time to do anything else.

↪he wasn't quite as desensitized as his colleagues and so when he found you, he panicked quite a bit. the last thing he'd expect to see would be the sight of a young child surrounded by blood from what he could only assume was someone else's.

↪ although, if there was one thing that he had in common with you would be the search for a home - he barely had a past and you had a past full of unfortunate experiences. you both just wanted somewhere to be safe and feel comfort.

↪your ability with your vectors did make him wary at first, mainly because he couldn't see them. but he thought your pink hair and little ears were beautiful and unique.

↪sigma isn't exactly the most forward with any kinds of physical expression. he has probably never received a hug in his life but he would try his hardest to give you that comfort he never had. a home for the both of you.

sakunosuke oda ★↷

↪it was certainly no secret that oda loved kids - more specifically loved taking after them. even after a long day's work there's nothing more he'd like to do than visit the orphans he regularly visits. but he'd never really adopted one of his own.

↪but that all changed when he met you. finding you in a mess of blood that vaguely reminded him of how he met a certain brunette, but this time it wasn't your own. he could immediately sympathise with your situation despite probably not being in a similar one.

↪he probably had the mafia to thank for his desensitisation to anything violent and so you being classed as 'dangerous' didn't mean anything to him. to him you were a child. a child in need of proper care.

↪your pink hair and small ears were loved by the orphans that he eventually introduced you to when he couldn't let you tag alongside him - he also thought they were quite adorable.

↪your ability was the reason you were seen as 'dangerous' but he didn't care. as long as you learnt to utilise the vectors and have complete control, he wouldn't mind - he would also gladly help you learn how to control them if need be.

↪oda would be quite happy to give you a very much needed hug. if you really needed somewhere to know that you were safe and that nothing bad would happen, his arms were the perfect place.

#🐊 anon↩#x reader #x fem reader #x female reader #x fem!reader #bsd x reader #bungo stray dogs x reader #bungo stray dogs x you #bsd x you #bsd x female reader #bsd ranpo #ranpo x reader #bsd fukuzawa #fukuzawa x reader #bsd sigma #sigma x reader #bsd odasaku #odasaku x reader #oda x reader

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angeliqueiguess · 18 days ago

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Crushing Hard, Lifting Heavy (Pt. 1)

w.count: 2.1k

pairing: gymtrainer! jeno x afab!reader

genre: little fic (based on this requested moodboard)

summary: Lee Jeno, Y/n's charismatic trainer, keeps her motivated through every session. She tells herself it’s just professional, but who knows… She could be wrong.

tags: swearing, suggestive, kindness king jeno, yn being oblivious most of the time (dont hate me its just in the first part) snarky comments, sarcasm, fem reader but it doesnt specify how she looks like.

Since Y/N started training at that gym, her life changed completely. She wasn't doing it to look better, but to take care of her mental health; exercise motivated her to keep going... That, and her trainer: Lee Jeno.

A tall guy with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, sweet features, and smiling eyes that seemed to light up everything around him. Although Y/N could describe him perfectly, there was something about him that she couldn’t quite understand: his attitude. Jeno wasn't serious or distant; on the contrary, his kindness was almost excessive, and that left her feeling puzzled.

—Let me help you with that —Jeno said, taking the dumbbells from her hands, lightly brushing his fingers against hers before placing them on the floor in front of her.

—You need to position yourself correctly, with your feet parallel, okay? —He gave her a direct look that made Y/N immediately look away, feeling heat rise to her cheeks. Jeno noticed but simply smiled calmly.

—Thank you —she murmured, her voice soft and almost shy.

Without realizing it, she remained in the same position. Then Jeno placed both hands on her shoulders, turning her toward the mirror. He positioned himself behind her, maintaining a careful distance—close enough to guide her, but not too close to create discomfort or raise suspicions among the other gym clients.

—Alright, now take the dumbbells and relax your arms before flexing them —Jeno instructed calmly, stepping away to stand beside her while explaining how to perform the exercise. With precise movements, he demonstrated the technique with his own body before moving back behind her.

Y/N nodded silently and innocently leaned down to pick up the small dumbbells, unaware that Jeno had returned to his previous position. Hir breath caught for a moment as he glanced at her figure. I'm just a man, he thought to himself. Clearing his throat to regain his composure, he forced a somewhat fake smile before speaking again.

—Good job. If you have any questions, I’ll be where I always am —he said, turning to walk away, slightly flushed. She turned around just to watch him leave, admiring the silhouette of his broad, well-defined back as he walked away.

Every time Y/n finished her routine and packed her things to head home, she noticed that Jeno was always nearby to say goodbye. At first, she thought it was part of his job and that he did it for all his clients, considering it a gym policy.

—Will you come tomorrow? —he asked, setting aside his water bottle, which was always by his side. She smiled with a hint of sadness, knowing she couldn’t attend.

—I can’t, I’m sorry —she replied, nervously adjusting her bag as she noticed that most of the clients were starting to leave. Jeno tilted his head slightly, raising an eyebrow in a curious gesture.

—Are you already bored of your trainer? —he remarked suggestively. Y/N opened her mouth to speak but only managed to stammer softly.

—N-no —she cleared her throat and, with a bit more determination, added—: It’s not that, it’s just that I have plans. —She laughed nervously, feeling somewhat embarrassed, and Jeno smiled knowingly. He sat down on one of the stools scattered around the gym.

—It’s okay, I was just joking with you. Anyway, we’ll see each other when you’re free to keep training, alright? —Jeno said as Y/N nodded with a smile. She inclined her head slightly in a gesture of farewell, and he did the same.

—Take care and have fun —he told her as she turned to walk toward the exit. Jeno stayed behind, watching her, feeling as if his eyes were magnetically drawn to her figure.

He sighed as he watched her leave, just as his coworker approached.

—If I were you, I would have done things that are beyond words —Jaemin said shamelessly, looking toward the exit before leaning on Jeno's shoulder, who let out a huff and shrugged Jaemin’s arm off.

—Don’t talk about her like that —Jeno replied, frowning as he looked at Jaemin with disapproval.

—Hey, I'm just a man; don’t blame me —Jaemin defended, raising his hands slightly as he stepped back a bit.—Still, I’m surprised —he said, looking at Jeno with confusion.

—What do you mean? —he asked, furrowing his brow.

—You haven't even invited her out, man —he paused—. How long has she been training here? A year? —Jaemin tilted his head, scrutinizing his friend.

—A year and three months —Jeno answered, to which his friend let out a laugh that echoed through almost the entire gym, not caring about the clients still there.

—Shut your stupid ass up —Jeno retorted with a locked jaw, annoyed and not expecting a response from his colleague.

—My man, you’re completely whipped—Jaemin shook his head as he walked away, leaving Jeno lost in thought.

All this time, he had been assisting her, listening to her... and desiring her. He longed to be the lucky one to do "things that go beyond words," as Jaemin put it. He knew she didn't have a partner; she made it clear by telling him everything since he was the only one she talked to between sets. Sometimes, that even managed to annoy Mark, his boss, but Jeno didn’t care at all, he was too whipped to care.

It had been a week. Seven days where Jeno had done nothing but overthink, searching for the perfect plan to ask her out without it blowing up in his face. The last thing he wanted was for her to stop talking to him or, worse, switch gyms just to avoid him.

—Bro, it’s easy. Just ask her when she’s leaving, —Jaemin said from the other end of the line.

Jeno stayed silent, jaw clenched. He was desperate—so much so that he’d called Jaemin for advice, something he’d never do under normal circumstances. But this time, he didn’t have a choice.

Frustrated, he ran a hand through his hair, messing it up as some strands fell over his forehead.

—It’s not that simple, Jaemin. If you were in my shoes, you’d be just as stressed as I am,—he muttered, trying to keep it together as Jaemin burst into laughter.

—What if I ask her out for you? I don’t mind doing it.—

—Shut the hell up, Jaemin, —Jeno growled, feeling a surge of anger rise like a wave of heat. —If you even try, I swear I’ll break every fucking existing bone in your body.—

The threat came out more serious than he intended. Just imagining Jaemin flirting with her made Jeno’s blood boil—it was like defending what he wanted most, as if she were his prey.

—Whoa, chill! I was kidding,— Jaemin said with a nervous laugh, fully aware that Jeno’s temper wasn’t something to take lightly.

Jeno let out a long sigh, dropping his phone on the kitchen counter and switching it to speaker mode to free up his hands. As he rubbed the back of his neck, he paced around the room, trying to calm himself.

—You’re useless. I don’t even know why I ask you for advice,— Jeno muttered, turning to pour himself a glass of water. He stared at it for a moment before quietly admitting, —I don’t know what’s wrong with me... Every time I see her, something lights up inside me.—

—You sure it's not your dick?,— Jaemin said smugly, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

Jeno pressed his lips together, tempted to hang up, but Jaemin was the only “help” he had—even if it was terrible help.

—Shut the fuck up,— Jeno snapped, placing the glass next to the phone. —That’s it. I’ll ask her out tomorrow.—

Jaemin responded with celebratory noises, as if Jeno had just achieved the impossible.

—You’re welcome, by the way,— Jaemin added with a satisfied tone.

Jeno clicked his tongue, irritated.

—You didn’t help at all,— he shot back before hanging up, cutting the conversation short.

Now, only the hardest part remained: asking her.

Today was the day. Jeno woke up earlier than usual—way too early for his liking. He glanced at the clock and cursed under his breath, dragging himself to the bathroom for a shower. The cold water was the only thing that helped him clear his mind, the one time he could think without distractions.

As soon as he saw her walk through the gym doors, he felt the blood rush to his head, pooling at the tips of his ears, which were probably glowing red by now. Before he could react, Jaemin appeared behind him with a mischievous grin and pinched his right ear.

—Motherfu— Jeno muttered, delivering a quick but solid punch to Jaemin’s arm.

Jaemin yelped dramatically, clutching his bicep like he’d been gravely wounded.

The noise caught Y/n’s attention, and she glanced over at them. Her gaze landed on Jaemin, rubbing his arm theatrically, and then on Jeno, who had looked up at just the wrong moment. He froze, realizing she might have heard his friend’s exaggerated complaint.

Without missing a beat, Jeno flashed a wide smile—an expression that starkly contrasted with his earlier seriousness.

She smiled back, giving him a small wave before heading to the lockers. She set her bag down calmly, getting ready to start her workout, unfazed by the brief spectacle she’d witnessed.

Jeno kept watching her discreetly, careful not to make it obvious. For once, Jaemin didn’t tease him, still nursing his bruised pride from the earlier punch. Not that Jeno cared—his attention was entirely on Y/n, who seemed completely absorbed in her routine.

His gaze shifted between her, the gym machines, and the clock, repeating the cycle endlessly. He knew exactly when she’d finish, and he’d been anticipating this moment all week. He scolded himself internally for being so obsessed, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t help it.

He took a few measured steps toward her, pretending to adjust a nearby machine. It was a weak excuse, but at least it wouldn’t seem too obvious.

Then, he saw her pick up her water bottle. Time slowed as he fixated on the way she drank, following every movement involuntarily. It only lasted a second, but long enough for Jeno to notice a couple of droplets escape the bottle, sliding down her chin and tracing a slow path downward. He swallowed hard, mentally cursing himself for getting caught in the moment. He tore his gaze away, forcing himself to think of anything else. Just when he was about to let it go, something unexpected happened.

She spoke.

Y/n took the initiative, catching Jeno completely off guard. Until now, he had always been the one to start conversations, but today, for some reason, she made the first move.

—Hey, again,—she said with a soft smile.

Jeno tilted his head slightly to meet her gaze, given the small difference in height between them.

—I didn’t want to bother you today, so I followed yesterday’s routine,— she explained.

—Bother me? Why would you bother me?— Jeno asked, trying to sound calm, though he looked away briefly to hide his nerves.

—I saw your friend earlier. He seemed...hurt?— she replied, glancing in Jaemin’s direction. That idiot, Jeno thought with a sigh.

—Oh, him? Don’t worry—Jaemin’s always like that,— Jeno said dismissively.

She nodded without giving it much thought and headed toward her locker.

—You’re leaving already?— Jeno blurted out, immediately regretting how stupid it sounded.

—Yeah… I’m done for today,— Y/n answered with a light laugh, amused by her trainer’s awkwardness.

The gym was slowly emptying, creating the perfect opportunity. Jeno took a small step closer, grateful for the growing privacy of the moment.

—Why?— she added, placing her empty water bottle into her bag.

Here goes nothing. No risk, no reward, he told himself.

—Sorry if this is inappropriate...— He paused, gathering his courage. —But I like you, and… I was wondering if you’d like to grab a drink sometime?—

The words came out smoothly, almost as if he’d rehearsed them—which, of course, he had, a thousand times over in every corner of his house.

She stared at him in disbelief, taking a second to process what he’d just said. Jeno braced himself for rejection… but to his surprise, it didn’t come.

A shy smile appeared on her face, followed by a soft, breathy sigh.

She nodded.

In that instant, Jeno felt like he had conquered the entire world, as if he were the luckiest man alive. He stood there, stunned, until he realized her lips were moving, though he hadn’t heard her.

—Sorry, I didn’t catch that,— he admitted, embarrassed.

She looked away, blushing, aware that her charming trainer had just asked her out and was now hanging on to her every word.

—I said yes… and I’m free on Friday,— she repeated, her voice soft and velvety, sweeter than anything Jeno had ever heard.

—Great, perfect!— Jeno stammered, feeling his nerves betray him. —Uh… how about six?—

—Six works,— she confirmed, heading toward the door just as the gym emptied out.

—Wait!— Jeno called after her, making her turn back. —Can I get your number?—

—Oh, right. Sorry!— she said, pulling her phone from her gym bag. —I’m not used to being asked out,— she admitted, slightly embarrassed.

Jeno smiled, barely resisting the urge to kiss her right then and there. Who in their right mind wouldn’t ask her out? he thought, fingers trembling as he saved her number.

Of course, he’d be there at six.

Angelique's note: Helloooo! OMG, this is fire 🔥my brain was totally fried by the time I finished writing this, oof. So, this was supposed to be a one-shot, but I kinda got carried away, and now it’s a three-part mini-fic. 😅 Please don’t hate me, I swear I love y’all!

I really hope you enjoy it! As always, likes and follows mean the world. Take care of yourselves and don’t forget to drink water, okay? 💙

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Ocean Tides

Character: Gojo Satoru Reader: afab (ambigious body descriptions, neutral words used regarding genitalia with an exception for word "clit") CW: explicit n.sfw content, PWP, one shot, established relationship, vaginal fingering, oral sex (Reader receiving), lots of teasing, edging, orgasm control, pet names ("thing", "doll") Word Count: ~3.8k Synopsis: Your box with sex toys disappears in mysterious circumstances right as you need it. The main suspect is, of course, lingering around, ready to give you a helping hand. A/N: Well, now it's the official virginity breaking for Jujutsu Kaisen :3 Requested some time ago by my bf and personal Gojo maniac @mysticaltigersorceress whom I happily murder now with horny. Of course, y'all are welcomed to join. I'd lie, if I said all those descriptions of hands didn't have any erm effect on me. The title is loosely inspired by the song I associate with Gojo and Gojo only - Ocean Eyes by Billie Eilish. Itself, it has nothing to do with "plot", just sharing 'cause I think it's cool. jjk masterlist // ao3 version

It’s the third drawer—and still nothing.

At this point you don’t have much hope. You’ve checked all possible hides, plus a few less possible extra, and your box with sex toys is still nowhere to be found. All other places either wouldn’t fit it or are too much on display for you to consider them; for the peace of mind, you even ducked under the bed—just to find a long lost sock and a few overlooked candy wrappers.

And here you’ve been waiting for this little moment of solitude all day long…

Frustrated, you throw yourself on the bed—and groan as the phone, stuffed in the back pocket of your jeans, pokes you. You snap it out, finger against the screen activates it, and your boyfriend’s infuriatingly stupid smirk flashes right in front of your face from the lock screen.

As if the last cog just clicked in and finally put the machine back on the right track. Of course, the most obvious answer and solution have been right under your nose all time long!

Satoru, have you seen my toy box?

He’s not one to catch himself into a cleaning spree—and especially not at your place—but he’s always the center of chaos. If you left the box on display when he was around, it was almost certain he would mess with it. Though, in this case you would be immediately attacked—he wouldn’t let such a discovery come to waste. Well, there’s also a chance he helped himself and stuck his nosy fingers where a normal person would never. After all, such things as privacy or social boundaries don’t exist in his dictionary.

Your phone vibrates before you can put it away.

naaah

Such a fast answer would be suspicious even if Gojo wouldn’t be one walking definition of dubious truth himself.

Are you absolutely sure?

what you dont trust me y/n (ノД`)・゜・。so mean

Despite frustration you can’t help but smile at the memory of his perfectly played kicked puppy face. He’s a bastard and a reckless clown—but an adorable one, you have to admit it. There’s a good reason for you to have such a weakness for him despite all the shit he constantly pulls on you.

Shaking your head and sighing, you start typing your answer—just to be interrupted halfway.

need help looking?

You throw the phone away and groan into your hands, pressed tight to your face.

“You’re right behind the door, right? You ass.” The walls of your apartment aren’t thick, he can easily hear you all the way from the bedroom. “It’s open.”

Gojo slides in almost soundlessly, announced only by the click of lock as he closes the door behind himself. Soon, he’s marching into your bedroom, not even bothering to take shoes and jacket off. Mischievous gleam of bright blue eyes blinks at you over sunglasses; he leans against the doorframe, casual, unbothered, so obviously lying it hurts to watch.

“So. Where is it.”

“Where is what?” He springs straight, puts hands behind his back and wobbles back and forth, like a student asked an uncomfortable question. “I don’t know anything about boxes.”

“Don’t play coy, I know you did something with it. Did you take it?”

“Nope!” You want to tear his throat open just for the way he prolongs the vowels as he speaks. “Why would I take your toys? I don’t even know what you are talking about.”

“You always know everything you shouldn’t know.”

“Touché.” He clicks tongue and leans forward, frozen mid-step, like a cat ready to pounce at its prey. His eyes meet yours directly for a split moment again, and it’s enough for the build-up tension in you to pick its head up and roar. How are you supposed to play the tough cop in this routine banter, if he only adds to the fire that’s been itching you all day long?

You clear your throat and try to subtly press yourself against the mattress, to ease the traitorous itch between your legs at least a little without dragging his attention to it.

What have you been hoping for? Of course, Gojo would never miss something of this sort…

“All this fuss because you couldn’t rub it out?” He sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose. You would gladly strangle him on point. “Fingers too short? Can’t reach? Babe, and you made me wait? I could—”

“You’re such a jerk.” You throw a pillow at him. He doesn’t even bother to catch or dodge, it stops an inch away from him and falls by his feet, sliding down the invisible shield of his cursed technique.

“You want it or not?” He takes his jacket off and throws it on the bureau. Tight, black t-shirt, fitting snugly his impressive musculature, doesn’t leave much to your imagination. “I’m busy, you know, and we’re sooo understaffed… I can’t waste my time.”

And that’s why you’ve been following me from work and waited all this time by the door? You asshat…

You roll your eyes and fall flat on your back, “Fine, if you’re already here. But wash your hands.”

“Your wish is my order.”

At the back of your head, you feel you’ve just been pulled into a multi-layered prank, but you still kick your pants and underwear off…maybe a tad too fast for your pride’s liking. Feeling the cool air against your dripping slit drives you mad and even more impatient, the sensation of emptiness only more present and pinpointed when you’re lying alone, stripped and waiting. Gojo, of course, takes his time, turning a simple task into a damned show, washing his hands profoundly at least three times (as you judge from the flushing sounds) before eventually wiping the hands dry and marching back. The need to strangle him—with your thighs, for extra flavor—just grows stronger with each passing second.

He stops in the doorframe again, cleaning his illegally long fingers with hand sanitizer and a tissue, each individually, a few times, with an extra attention paid to the nails. His hands are enormous, even for someone of his height and posture: a fact that has always been grasping your attention, pushing your thoughts straight into the darkest circles of lustful hell. You know well what he is capable of with their help, how deep and wide he can stretch you with only two fingers. Your insides twitch just at the thought, shallow breath almost whistles between your grit teeth, and a wave of heat crashes against your skin. It feels as if you were burning and blushing like a girl from shoujo manga—and regardless of what your face really looks you have an itching need to hide behind hands or pillows.

You win against the urge—but your legs aren’t as obedient. They close as soon as Gojo approaches, the echo of clapping thighs has his eyebrow cock in surprise.

“What, changed mind?” He takes glasses off and threads fingers through hair. So close, from the angle you took lying flat on your back, he seems even taller: blue-eyed giant towering over a lamb he chose for a snack.

Even if curling inside, inch by inch giving the reins away to the horny beast ready to bat eyes at him for a crumble of attention, you decide to still play tough. Your legs snap open, confident and welcoming, wobbling at knees only a little bit. You hope he hasn’t paid attention to that.

Abnormally blue eyes skim down your middle. Gojo stretches wrists, then cracks knuckles, one last time doing a show out of his hands. He beckons you closer, the movement of his finger almost hypnotizing, then points at the edge of bed. You expected him to climb on top, but you can’t complain when already rushing to follow the order. At the back of your head, you’re scolding yourself for being so obedient and nice for an asshole who surely pulled all of this circus to trap you for whatever reason his messy mind created. In fact, you’re just enthusiastically lifting hips for him to pile the pillows until he’s satisfied with the level and drops to his knees with a pleased, breathy sigh.

Even when kneeling for you, Gojo seems to tower over your body and soul. He slots himself between your legs, not without a stretch to fit his broad shoulders flush, hands rest on your hips and pull you closer, almost dragging you off the pile of pillows he picked himself. Your mind is already freezing at the feel incomparable to any other hold—but, of course, he can’t stay still. Huge, warm palms, long fingers, skin so smooth you can compare it only with velvet, trail down torturously slow. Your thighs seem to draw between them, their size underlined so well against your flesh. Instinct nudges you to shut your knees together—at the slightest budge though soft hands turn into iron and hold you almost forcefully where he wants you, where you belong.

He’s kneeling for you—but you’re the one left on his mercy. Little, fragile bird closed in the cage of his hands.

“So wet already?” The irritating, singing tone of his taunt ruins the spell. “Phew, it’s all spilling! What would you do, if I weren’t around?”

“I have—” The phantom of the missing toy box cuts you short, the break between words, however short, makes his smirk grow wider. “—fingers, too”

“Too short.” Gojo just states the fact. Compared to his, of course all fingers would be short. When he’s holding your hand, the difference is almost as sharp as between an adult and a child.

And to underline his advantage even more, Gojo reaches between your legs: confident, determined, cheeky. With a thumb, as long as a middle finger on many, he brushes your wet slit: a touch simple yet sparking your nerves so hard you jerk up and wiggle, craving more and overstimulated at the same time. Of course, he went right for the most sensitive lines and edges, your body like an open book against the all-seeing power of his eyes.

“Hey, hey, where are you going?” The other hand clenches harder and pulls you down, back to the place he chose. “You want to cum or not? Make up your mind.”

“Then start your work already?" You hiss through clenched teeth, now determined to fight against the odds, even if it wouldn’t last longer than a couple of seconds. You know he’d turn you into jello in five seconds if only he wanted to, but you have your pride—and your pride calls for standing your ground at all costs.

Gojo’s face is hard to read now, frozen right on the thin line between no thought and intense focus, his brows slightly furrowed—but not enough to ruin the smooth perfection. It doesn’t last longer than a few seconds, a cheeky grin soon returns…and from one meeting of your eyes you know you’ve just stepped into a serious problem. “So chirpy and pecky today. Alright. Here we go.”

He touches you exactly the same way, except…not really. Your hips budge again and a needy purr presses to your lips, but there is something not right. You know Gojo, you know his hands and his ways. The last crumble of the sane mind desperately tries to pull your attention to it before it’s too late—but another lazy swipe of his thumb swallows it like a black hole swallows light.

Well aware of the death penalty, you walk into the delicious trap with a smile and enthusiasm.

“Let’s see.” Gojo hums and brushes your clit one last time. He starts sliding a single finger into you, until at the third of its length he’s sure you don’t need much of a warmup. A withdrawal, then attack continues with two fingers, slipping smoothly and fast. Breath stills in your throat, you sigh, then moan feeling him reaching the depths many can’t achieve with a dick. He stills at your reaction, a quick, blue glance swipes across your face in a way so easily to be taken as a concern, especially in the state you’re currently drowning in: of a sheer, blind trust and eagerness to take anything he gives you without a shadow of doubt. A few seconds pass, enough to stir you on, not enough to let your brain cool down, and he starts stretching you a little, testing your capabilities with a patience of saint: withdrawing as he feels a resistance, attacking almost immediately after anew, and back.

Right as he has you ready for the third finger, Gojo pulls out, leaving you heated up, right on the verge of entering the state of blank pleasure and need for more.

“You really hadn’t been playing with yourself before I came here?” He looks at the thick strings of your arousal gluing his fingers and sliding down his knuckles. “You’re like butter today.”

A protest—at his disbelief and the comparison—dies on your lips at the sight of Gojo’s tongue swiping fast between his digits. He licks himself clean, then stuffs fingers into his mouth and sucks, enjoying your taste throughout. It’s a shameless demonstration, a jab right into the memory of his oral skills and a silent question. You would like it, wouldn’t you? So bad you will need to ask for it—no guarantee he will listen, though…

“Snack break over!” He announces with a toothy grin, prolonging the vowels like an overexcited child. Licking lips one last time, he returns to his task, two fingers in, dangerously close to the point you know—

“Fuck!” You choke on breath, turning into a tense string of pleasure. From lazy simmering you’re yanked towards the high with nothing but a lazy brush of fingertips—and then back when he returns to prior depth and pace, interested in nothing but patient stretching.

“Mmm? Ohhh? What is it?” He coos, all-seeing blue gazing right between your legs with intensity capable of piercing you like his fingers. “Felt that good? With only two fingers? Ohh, someone is sooo needy—”

The need to bark back at him—or strangle him, if he’s already within reach of your thighs—perks its head again, the more, the slower his fingers become, almost smothering the little flame under your lust. But as you try to move your hips against him, the other hand grabs and pins, and his eyes flick up, wide open, equally beautiful and terrifying,

He’s in charge here. You lie down and wait.

“You want me to work and then do everything on your own,” he even scolds you, with the same tone he uses against his students when he actually bothers to pass as serious. “I won’t find anything, if you keep wiggling around.”

His fingers curl with surgical precision, circle around the spot but not really touch it. The heat starts bubbling again, and you bite on your lips, fighting against it and trying to stay still as much as possible, from your twitching hole to heaving chest.

“That’s it! That’s a good little thing!” Gojo’s face is simply beaming with a smile—but of course he doesn’t make your task easy. His fingers inch closer and closer, right on the edge, brushing and teasing, but never daring to cross the border. Tears start pricking in your eyes, the forced stillness and insatiable urge to act up and steal that last crumble you need for the spark of pleasure. You’re tortured with praise, humiliated with words sweet like honey—and despite everything craving to remain in this state. Everything for him to finally push that damned button.

“Satoru…” You whine, the last resolve perking up and crumbling into dust soon after. There goes your pride, at this point you’re ready to throw yourself at everything he offers. Truly a slave of sheer biology, of the itch that’s been with you since morning, through all those long hours of work, then desperate search of the only remedy you had before he’s appeared.

You haven’t stayed still, you haven’t listened, of course his fingers start to withdraw, the peak drifts out, behind the clouds, so close yet so far… Ready to mewl again, you bite your lips until you feel pain and the urge withdraws. The only sound you’ll allow is begging, until his fingers return and—

Gojo presses the button.

A push is sudden and brutal, you’re flying towards the peak, landing face-down right before it, tumbling towards the longed-for finish along the steep ridge. Just a little more, just one second longer, just harder, just—

“Hmm, I wonder if I will fit three…” Out of nowhere Gojo pulls out of you, the peak not only yanked from underneath your feet but also thrown beyond your sight. Groaning and swearing, eyes full of frustrated tears, you dig both heels into his back…or at least attempt to, a merciless barrier pushing you away the more the harder you try.

“You. Asshole.” You spit through gritted teeth. “I don’t need three, I need to cum!”

“Told ya you won’t cum if you’re gonna squirm.” Gojo pouts, much like a child scolded for innocence. “I really can’t take a good aim. Hm. Maybe we need to change angle a little—”

He throws your hips up as if they were nothing, folds your legs to his liking until you’re nice and bent, thighs supported against his shoulders. One bastard grin later Gojo indeed fits three fingers at once, the stretch prominent even for your arousal and experience with him. He could make it easy, but he decides to be an ass for no reason, maybe except for the strain and masochist pleasure all over your face. Lewd, squelching sounds follow your mewls and chirps, with the weird position he’s forced on you your juices trickle down your ass and back almost like a stream. Maybe he made you squirt, you’re not sure anymore what’s going on, thrown around and torn between burning edge and infuriating denial. Your world keeps narrowing to his fingers filling your hole suit, so deep he nears your limit and so precisely he’s teasing everything but that one spot.

“C’mon, you said you want to cum.” Gojo presses your legs down even more, the pressure inside you barely bearable. Piercing blue gaze is too strong for you to handle, you close your eyes so hard your face freezes in a ridiculous, scrunched expression. “Hey, no giving up on it. You can do it, Y/N!”

Shut up. Shut up. I beg you, shut up and just let me come—

“Satoru…” The last mewl nears crying, your breath stutters and melts into a dry sob. You’re half an inch away from breaking and bursting into tears. You can handle only as much, your legs tremble around his head, exhausted and strained, your helpless hole clenches on him with a silent pleading. Just that one push…

“Shh, I know. I’m sorry. I got you.” Cruel fingers slow down and withdraw. Gojo adjusts his position; lets go of your legs but lifts your hips even higher. Something hot and lighter than breeze brushes your wet, tortured folds, a rustle of a deep breath comes to your ears in a break between your sounds of pleasure and frustration.

Through tears nearly blocking your vision you risk a peak, right at the perfect moment to meet his eyes. Smiling—not cheeky but peaceful and admiring—Gojo looks down at you with warm love. The tip of his tongue swipes teasingly between his lips—before plunging itself deep in you, swirling and dancing until it finally finds the string you crave to be pulled.

Sharp orgasm throws your head back into the mattress and arches your body. Almost screaming, you spasm and shake, your heels finally finding leverage against his back and digging bruises as you ride your high against his lips. He slurps and sucks, his face pressed deep, nose grazing your clit until the second wave crashes against you, the second high even more steep and powerful.

Strong hands don’t let you fall. Groaning low in his own pleasure, Gojo drinks from you until you stop creaming and gushing, the moves of his tongue slowing down together with you, careful to not graze your oversensitive nerves too much. The next time you dare to look at him you immediately shut your eyes tight. The sight of his beautiful face, all wet with your juices and flushed with arousal, is simply too much for your ever-spent body and mind.

Your legs fall limp when Gojo lets go of them. There’s no power left in your limbs, he has to gently scoop and move you to the side before slotting himself by your side, head resting on hand, the other hand gently wiping sweat off your forehead. You take your time to come down and ease your breath, each drag of air almost painful with your rib muscles so strained. Your groin burns with satisfied fire, you’re still twitching over emptiness—it’ll take a good while for the double orgasm to finally ease.

When you finally gather the power to roll head to side and open your eyes, you meet the barrier of sunglasses. You have no idea when Gojo put them back on, but you’re grateful. If you gazed into that terrifying blue, you surely would roll back into the heat.

“The box is under the bathroom cabinet, by the way.” He throws out of nowhere and yawns.

“What? How—”

“I don’t know, maybe we kicked it when I was having you against it?” He rolls on back and stretches arms and back with a loud groan. “I think you were washing the toys when— Ough! What for?!”

You have enough power to slap him through the head three times, each too weak to hurt even a fly.

“I fucking hate you…” You sigh when he grabs it and presses a soft kiss to your knuckles.

“You were saying something quite different when I had tongue down your— Whoa, whoa, alright! Sorry!”

He grabs your wrist and rests your hand on your chest before leaning in for a kiss. His lips are full of your taste—but still, a faint flavor of sugar breaks through. You can’t help chuckling. Just how much of it he had to stuff in himself before he came here…

“Sleep.” He guides you to rest your head on his chest. You nuzzle close, happy, and smiling at the light, barely visible hair covering it. “You're gonna need lots of energy for round two.”

“Huh?”

“Don’t you think we’re finished.” For a split second, right before fatigue wins and closes your eyes for good, the blue slips past sunglasses, cold and hungry, dangerous. “Silly doll…”

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