#i started laughing my ass off the minute i finished her face😭😭

[orangewsunglasses]

i am only ever thinking of chuuya, ofc

[reidrum]

if you keep asking | s.r

pairing: spencer reid x fem!bau!reader

a/n: this was requested with “if you keep asking me i’m not gonna be okay” or smth along the lines 😭 i am a glutton for hurt/comfort fics so if yall have any more requests send em in :)

summary: in which you’re trying to keep it together when you hear some detectives talking ill of you, and spencer isn’t gonna have it

cw: hurt/comfort, self deprecation, insecure!reader, bitch ass detectives, protective bau my heart, use of she/her pronouns

wc: 2.2k

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the bau team was filing into the bullpen after landing from their last case in seattle, everyone making a beeline for their desks to get a head start on their reports so they could go home faster. everyone, except you. it felt like you were on autopilot, remembering your last known movements and just repeating them for as long as you could.

the case in seattle was rough to say the least. the unsub’s mo seemed to change every minute, making any progress the team made obsolete. the only thing that seemed to be somewhat consistent was where the unsub was taking his victims, which meant the geographical profile was the most important part to solving the case, a task you and reid were assigned to.

it started off fine, you both had found the comfort zone of where the unsub would strike next to figure out how to catch him in the act. except the next time he struck it was completely out of the predicted range, and this time a kid had died. no one could have anticipated that happening. it didn’t make the loss hurt any less.

the team knew it wasn’t anyone’s fault, humans are unpredictable, and that includes serial killers. spencer made sure to tell you specifically that it wasn’t your fault, he knew how you’d get if someone didn’t tell you.

his efforts went to utter waste when you walked by a room at the precinct with detectives whispering about how “you fucked up the whole profile, that’s why that kid died” and “it’s clear you make the team stupider, how did you even get into the fbi in the first place?”

it wasn’t the first time your abilities were in question. you were the newest member of the team, having only transferred six months ago from cold cases. you may be new to the field, but there was a reason hotch chose you personally for the bau.

you tried hard to prove yourself, despite pretty much everyone saying your skillset was enough proof. you’d stay late to finish reports, do extra research on cases to help garcia narrow her searches faster, and you spent countless hours at the training range.

you were a worthy agent, anyone who knew you or read your resume knew that. but right now, you felt like the smallest person on earth, an imposter. what the hell were you even doing here if you couldn’t save him.

you shouldn’t be allowed to feel relief that the team caught the unsub, not when there’s blood on your hands.

the bad thoughts swirling in your head causes you to stall your motions when you’re putting files away, gaining the attention of morgan, “you alright, sweet cheeks?”

“i’m good morgan, don’t worry.” you lie effortlessly. if he can tell you’re lying, he doesn’t mention it and turns back to his work.

taking a deep breath, you stand up to go to the kitchen to get a cup of coffee, when you run into jj finishing up making her own, “i was just thinking about you, i got this new creamer i think you’d rea-, hey, are you okay?” jj starts but ends concerned.

you try to focus on metronomic tick of the clock so you dont escalate, “i’m fine j,” you laugh unconvincingly, “what creamer did you get?”

she ignores your question, “because i know that was a tough case, and if you need to talk about it with someo-“

“jj, drop it, please.”

the blonde’s face drops a little at your sternness, but respects your space and offers you to try the creamer before returning to her desk. you feel bad for snapping at her, but the growing guilt within you is giving you apathy, and you can’t bring yourself to care at this moment.

you linger in the kitchen so as to avoid any more concerned faces, and you’re left to your own devices that are slowly overtaking you.

unbeknownst to you, spencer had been watching you since you all landed back in quantico. he kept his distance, mostly because he knew how overwhelmed you get at confrontation, especially about your emotions. he was the same way, a man of logic getting befuddled by emotion was enough cognitive dissonance to last a long time.

he knew it was different with you. you had a way of internalizing everything in your surrounding, a downfall to your endless empathy for others even if they never deserve it. he could explain the logic behind your beliefs, and hopefully use facts to help you relax, but that was the other thing he knew about you; you were stubborn. asking for help is something you hated doing, and if it wasn’t on your accord to be asking, it was even more detrimental to your mood.

so when he watched you duck out from the kitchen and push past the glass doors of the bullpen, he knew you were reaching the head of your doom spiral quickly.

spencer got up from his desk, “i’m gonna go check on her.”

jj nodded, “just be mindful spence, something feels different.”

they’d all been on cases that hit a little too close to home, how could they not when all they do is rid the world of the evilest of evildoers. but after a good cry, a rant to a teammate, or even an emergency therapy session, even the worst of the scum could be washed away.

something about the way you’ve been acting since they landed seemed like those fixits aren’t going to work this time.

he let out a sigh in response and walked out of the bullpen, realizing he didn’t actually know which direction you went in. assuming you’d want to be alone, he thinks the bathroom might’ve been a viable option for you and heads towards it.

the nice thing about the seventh floor is that it’s only for the bau, the bullpen was where the team spent most of their time but outside the doors there were so many empty rooms being used for storage.

so as spencer walked towards the bathroom in the hopes of finding you, his ears pick up on a tiny sniffle a little ways before it. he stops in his tracks, hoping he was just hearing things. but another pained sob rang through the door on his left, and he knew he’d found you.

he rapps the door a few times, softly calling your name, “hey, it’s spencer…can i come in please?”

you were on the other side sitting at one of the abandoned desks with your head down, but shot up at hearing spencer’s voice, “i- i’m fine i just needed a minute. i’ll be back in like two minutes, i promise.” you angrily wipe at the tears pooling on your face, grateful that you took your makeup off in the plane.

“honey, that’s not what i asked,” he starts, “is it okay if i come in?

your heart clenches at the term of endearment as you stare at the door knowing he was waiting for your okay to come in, and you start to internally weigh your options. you could let him in, and let him in to do whatever comforting you know logically would help. or you could lie, and feign ignorance to the end.

don’t they say ignorance is bliss?

you make sure to wipe the last of your tears and your runny nose before practicing a few fake smiles so it didn’t look like your face was frozen in sadness for the last thirty minutes. turning the knob you swing the door open, borderline creepy smile on your face as you greet the man, “hi dr. reid! was there something you were looking for?”

he furrows his brows at your complete (fake) shift in mood, but he comes in and shuts the door behind him, and moves to stand a few feet from you, “what’s going on?”

“nothing spence, i’m fine.” you insist.

spencer thinks if you could be more see through you’d be a windexed window. you’re avoiding eye contact with him, picking at the skin of your thumb, he can see your nose is red most likely from all the tissue blowing, and your eyes are still puffy and lined with some unshed tears still. you are so clearly breaking at the seams, like an old childhood teddy bear with stuffing falling out the sides yet hoping you can offer some semblance of stability despite your state.

“you don’t look fine, honey. why won’t you tell me what’s bothering you?”

his words almost make you falter, and you think the walls you built so high are starting to chip down. “it’s not a big deal spence, i-,” a hiccuped breath gives you away, “i can deal with it on my own.”

spencer instinctively shortens the gap between you two, “you shouldn’t have to. i just wanna help you.”

“but i’m oka-“

“no you’re not.”

there is only one tiny thin thread left holding you together. “well,” you take a deep inhale and your voice gets impossibly small, “if you keep saying things like to me i’m not gonna be okay.”

“that’s why i’m here.” he says softly.

you look up at him with the biggest glassy doe eyed look he’s ever seen, and it’s like spencer can hear the snap of the thread in real time when he watches your face absolutely crumble. he doesn’t hesitate to pull you into his embrace, allowing him to hold your head down in the middle of his chest while his other hand smooths up and down your back in comfort.

“i know, shh, hey it’s okay, i got you.” he comforts.

your hands wrap around his waist beneath his suit jacket and you keep your face buried in his chest, inhaling the musky vanilla scent of his cologne mixed with the fresh laundry detergent smell letting it ground you back to him.

“i’m sorry.” you cry.

“don’t say that,” he hushes, “is it about the case?” you nod in his embrace, “we talked about it remember? there was nothing we could have done. we did everything right, sometimes it just doesn’t work out, you know that.” he moves his hand to tangle in your hair and rub your head.

“i- i know,” you say through labored breaths. you take a big breath before admitting the true reason for your anguish, “when we were about to leave, i walked by a room with some detectives talking about how i ruined the case and that…i’m the reason the kid died.”

“what?” he pulls back to look you in the eyes hoping to find any indication that you didn’t believe those poisoned words, “we both worked on that geographical profile together, the whole team agreed it was accurate and acted accordingly. what happened was not your fault. at all.” he emphasizes the last two words.

“yeah but…i don’t know maybe i could ha-“

“stop. you can’t do that to yourself. we did what we could with what we had, the burden of that child’s passing does not fall on you. we were only able to find the unsub’s hiding spot when you figured out he’d been going to the same gas station since the murders started.” he reinforced to you.

“they said that they didn’t know how i even got into the academy in the first place, and that i make the team stupider.” you quietly added.

spencer felt the rage consume his body, already planning the ways he was going to obliterate seattle pd. he cradled your head to look at him in the eyes, “listen to me. you are an important asset to this team. you make this team better at what they do, you make me better at what i do. you mean so much to me and the team okay? please don’t forget that.”

he swipes at a fallen tear on your cheek as you tell him between sniffles, “thanks spence…” you hope he understands the sentiment and love you’re trying to exude to him, even thought you’re unable to vocalize it.

“you gotta tell me if something like that happens,” he softly scolds you, “i’ll make sure they lose their fucking jobs.”

you’re about to speak when he cuts you off, “and don’t tell me that we should be the bigger people, because once the rest of the team hears about this, they’re all gonna be fighting over who’s gonna kick the shit out of them.”

you let out a tearful giggle, “you sound really funny when you curse.”

he scoffs, “what the hell, i do not!”

“you sound like a baby duckling that just learned how to say fuck.”

he starts to guide you out of the room and towards hotch’s office so you can recount what happened, “ouch, i’m hurt. i’d like to think the pistol and fbi badge i carry makes me intimidating.”

you giggle again, and spencer puts aside his rage to revel in the fact that you’re feeling better.

when hotch learned of what happened he immediately called seattle pd to file a motion to get those detectives fired, and the rest of the team were secretly praying for a case in seattle again so they could, as spencer predicted, kick the shit out of them.

[6esiree]

Gen Z Things With The Hazbin Women

WOO, I finally did something with the women! Just like last time, all of these quotes were taken from Instagram 😭

Charlie:

The Hell-Quake

“Imagine all the titties that were bouncing during the Hell-quake earlier?” You say, slowly turning to Charlie, your face at level with her chest.

“I, uh—what?” Charlie stutters, a blush creeping up her neck.

“Including yours,” You unashamedly add, laughing as she clamps a hand over your mouth.

“Oh my goodness, you’re so embarrassing,” Charlie says, but she drags you away to your shared room anyway, charmed.

Vaggie:

Got a Girlfriend?

“You got a girlfriend, Vagina?” You approach Vaggie, who’s been sitting by herself at the bar for a while already.

“Uhh, it’s Vaggie,” She blinks, confused over your question. “And no…”

“Well, you do now,” You say, snatching her hand without hesitation. “Get your ass up and hold my hand.”

“What happened to hello, how are you?” Vaggie squeaks as you drag her off the stool, but she isn’t complaining, either.

Niffty:

The Breakup

“How did you get dumped?” Niffty asks you, patting your cheeks dry with a tissue, but she’s struggling with all the moving you’re doing. “And why are you laughing while you’re crying?”

“I’m sorry, but he bought me the shoes I wanted then told me to walk out of his life,” You sniffle, another bout of laughter coming over you.

“Wait, that is kind of funny,” Niffty says, retracting the tissue from your face before the corners of her lips starts to twitch upwards.

Alastor was looking for Niffty, but as you both laugh like maniacs on the couch in the parlor, your face red and puffy from the tears, he slowly backs away.

Cherri:

Late-Night Texting

“U always smiling,” You text Cherri, a smile growing on her face as she reads it from her notifications. “U be making me smile and shit.”

“Aww, I’m glad,” Cherri texts back, trying to think of something sweet to add, her fingers typing away.

“Ima fuck the shit outta u tho,” That makes Cherri erase her text, rolling her eye with a huff.

“Alright, goodnight.”

Rosie:

A Love Poem

“Oh, isn’t that just lovely?” Rosie hums, taking a sip of her tea as she watches a cannibal recite poetry to their lover.

“You like poetry?” You ask her, and she nods, basically granting you an opportunity to fuck with her. “Here, I got a little something for you.”

“Sugar is sweet,

lemons are sour.

Spread thy legs,

and give me an hour.”

Rosie starts choking on her tea, never anticipating that you’d say something so crude. When she notices the smug look on your face, however, she grabs your chin and leans over the table, smiling at you with those razor-sharp teeth of hers.

“Oh, darling, just a measly little hour?” She says, her lips a few centimeters away from yours. “We’re going to need more time than that.”

“Hey, wait a minute, I was just joking,” You squeak, but it’s too late. She tosses you over her shoulder and leaves the room with you. “Rosie!”

Lute:

Beauty Comes From The Inside

“I would call you beautiful, but they say that beauty comes from the inside,” You pant, trying to find a way to escape Lute, who has you pinned to the ground.

“What is that supposed to mean?” Lute says, annoyed, thinking that you were trying to insult her. “Ugh, never mind—do you yield or not?”

“Hey, you didn’t let me finish!” You say, smiling wickedly at her. “I can’t call you beautiful because I haven’t been inside of you yet.”

“Training is over,” Lute quickly says, relinquishing you and flying away before you can see the blush on her face.

Emily:

You’re Fine Art

“I don’t really interact with winners all that much,” Emily confesses, fidgeting as she sits next to you. The two of you just started dating. “So, I’m sorry if what I say or do isn’t all that great, romantic-wise.”

“That’s okay, I’m not any better,” You shrug. “I mean, I come from a generation that says the freakiest shit to their partners.”

“Oh? Like what, exactly?” Emily asks, leaning in, curious to know. When you ask her if she’s sure, she eagerly nods.

“I know we’re not supposed to touch fine art,” You start, slightly leaning in and grabbing Emily’s chin, her breath hitching at the action. “But someone’s gotta pin you up against the wall and nail you, right?”

“That is…wow,” Emily stutters, her eyes nervously darting to the side as you wink at her, a wonky smile on her face. “Wow.”

Velvette:

Wise Words From A Young Person

“Life is like a weiner, sometimes it gets hard for no reason,” You say between sips of your morning coffee, trying to comfort Velvette, who was complaining about something that happened. “But it won’t stay hard forever.”

“I’m sorry, what?” Vox coughs, setting down his toast, while Valentino chuckles away next to him.

“Okay, why did we agree to let them in our group again?” Velvette asks, scooting away from you.

Carmilla:

The Passport

“Uhh, why are you handing me this?” Carmilla asks you, her eyes darting between you and the passport in your hand.

“You must understand, I just really love Latinas,” You say, shaking the passport, asking her to accept it. “Come on, you gotta let me in!”

“This is why you called this meeting?” Carmilla sighs, rubbing her temples.

“Just one date, that’s all I’m asking of you,” You say, but she shuts the door on your face before you can add anything else.

Sera:

Uppies, Please!

“Look, I’m not trying to, uh, offend you or anything,” Adam starts, scratching the back of his head. “But do you ever get annoyed by how freakishly tall Sera is?”

“Oh, I love me a tall woman,” You say, leaning onto the table and perching your chin on top your palm. “My favorite thing to do is look up at her and, like, do this,” You lift your arms up, making grabbing motions with your hands, “And say, ‘Uppies please!’”

“Does she actually pick you up?” Adam blinks, unable to imagine Sera doing such a childish thing.

“Who is this ‘she’ you two are discussing?” Sera asks as she steps into the room.

“Uppies, please!” You say, and with a practiced motion, Sera picks you up. She’s horrified because her body moved without thinking.

“Holy shit! I’m using this as blackmail,” Adam stupidly announces, taking a picture before Sera can put you down.

She throttles him before he leaves the room, however, a squeaky rubber duck-like noise escaping his throat.

[ilovepaigebueckerss]

mystery roommate PT.2

paring: p.b x fem! reader

summary: Paige finally asks reader out and it goes perfectly

yeah i dont like this either but yk😭😭 HOPE YALL ENJOY IT THOUGH!! not proofread y’all already know.lmk if yall are wanting a pt.3 where they go on the date cause i wasnt planning on doing rhat but i will for my pookiez

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“Okay but whats stopping you from asking her out?” KK asks me popping a chip in her mouth. She was giving me a weird look, kinda like a, “you’re a coward” look. “First off” I begin, “Dont look at me like that.” I continue, KK laughs and puts her hands up in surrender. “And I” I pause trying to find an answer to the question. “I don’t really know..” I finish my statement causing KK to groan loudly.

“It’s difficult” I defend causing KK to kiss her teeth in annoyance. “You’re PAIGE BUECKERS” She says emphasizing my name. I roll my eyes, “So?” KK throws a chip at me, “I can’t with you.” She laughs.

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YOUR pov

“I can’t believe you’re fumbling PAIGE BUECKERS” My best friend Addie says emphasizing her name. I roll my eyes and laugh, “Me too”

i’ve always had feelings for Paige ever since I’ve moved in with her. But I never wanted to admit it because I couldn’t tell if she liked me back. But after re-watching the live my delusions are through the roof.

“She obviously likes you” Addie practically yells through the phone, “If I was here right now I would smack some sense into you!” She says groaning. I just laugh and flip her off.

“Okay I get it” I groan. I don’t even know what to do about this whole situation myself. Just a couple days ago I was barely even known by her fans and now everyone is making edits and finding old ass videos of me.

“Im gonna talk to her like tommorow or something” I say in attempt to get her to leave me alone. Addie gives me a look that screams, “I know you’re lying you stupid bitch” but I decide to ignore it. “K night Y/N” She says hanging up the phone.

I could tell she was annoyed with me. Honestly if I were her I would be annoyed too. But to be fair if her dream boy was practically dangling in front of her face with a sign that says “I want you” she wouldn’t make a move either.

3 DAYS LATER: PAIGES POV

“What if she says no?” I question myself bouncing my leg up and down nervously. I stare at the romantic gesture I set up in our dorm. “Are you kidding?” Ice says laughing, “I would ball my eyes out if someone did this for me.” I chuckle lightly and shake my head knowing I’m just overthinking it.

KK had finally convinced me to make my move. I knew Y/N liked me back but something was telling me that I was being delusional and she didn’t. I spent 2 days studying what Y/N likes and what she thought was romantic (through her tiktok reposts ofc).

“Whatcha thinking about?” KK says snapping me out of my thoughts, “Nothing just a little nervous.” I say giving her a small smile.

A COUPLE MINUTES LATER: YOUR POV

I jiggle my key in the lock of my dorm ready to relax after a very stressful day. My professor thought it was a grand idea to give us a last minute essay adding onto the piles of work I already had.

I walk into the dorm and notice all the lights were off which was weird cause Paige is usually awake during this time. I continue to walk and then start to see lit candles and rose petals. “Shes fucking another girl.” I think to myself, “I should have just made a move.” I think out loud this time.

I then see a sign right beside her room that reads, “Come inside Y/N” I stare at the sign for a couple seconds before finally processing what was going on. Was Paige trying to ask me out? I walk in and see a bunch of my favorite things in a basket with a teddy bear and a sign that says, “Will you go on a date with me?” (this)

“Oh my gosh Paige.” I say trying to hold back my tears. She walks up to me and smiles, “Do you like it?” She asks. I crash my lips onto hers in response and she immediately kisses me back. Her lips are soft and sweet. I pull away hugging her tightly, “Thank you so much”

Paige smiles and kisses me again.

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if you made it this far ty and ily



[deanbrainrotwritings]

—  FOLLOW THE SUN

SUMMARY : the adventures of dean accidentally growing a beard and learning to love it, or the sudden rise of a kink. 

PAIRING : dean winchester x fem!reader 

CHARACTERS : sam winchester

WARNINGS/TAGS : explicit(18+), fluff, oral sex (f. receiving), p in v, my headcannon — dean is a germaphobe about other people’s germs but not about his own 😭

WORD COUNT : 3.1k

A/N : close your eyes song title. @spnkinkevents : #12daysofspnkinkmas2023 — beard kink. ngl, I hated beards, but jensen would grow them between seasons for years, and… pfft, i changed my mind, especially now that it’s a constant. 

Being stuck in the woods was truly a pain in the ass. 

Y/n felt dirty, sweaty, and was completely disgusted by the smell of blood on her. It was worse being aware of the chunks of guts and other monster bits stuck to her, but they had to survive the night to finish off the wolf pack. 

It was their last night, but they were able to finish the job completely before the full moon could fully wane. 

Now, entering the Bunker was the best feeling in the world. Sam and Dean had the decency to only turn the lamps on to not overwhelm her senses, and on the ride back to their room, Dean didn’t play music too loud either.

She’d kiss him, but she felt too disgusted by the sensation of dirtiness on her own skin. And while Dean looked absolutely kissable and adorable, she had to resist out of apprehension of getting anything else in her mouth. She already felt like puking her guts out or getting some blood cleanse, anything to feel fully clean again after the week's hunt.

Despite feeling overwhelmed by the layer of gunk and grime, when Dean sweetly wrapped his arms around her, and pressed a big kiss to her cheek in a comforting manner, she let him. She closed her eyes, shivering at the tickle of his beard against her cheek, and hummed softly.

Finally, she felt she could relax. Her entire body released all the tension and stress the longer he held her, and after a few minutes, he murmured, “let get cleaned up.” 

“Go ahead, guys,” Sam told them, rubbing the back of his neck, “I’m gonna go down and use the bath in the other room.” He sent Y/n a sweet smile, reassuring her that it was fine for her and Dean to use the shower rather than him. 

“Alright,” she drew out, slightly unsure, letting Dean remove himself from behind her. He gave her a bright smile when he moved in front of her and led her into the communal bathing room with their fingers intertwined.

“Look,” Dean started as soon as Sam was out of earshot, sensing his girlfriend’s discomfort, “we both know Sam’s not going in the showers with you naked. Even if there’s a thick wall between us. He never has and he’s not going to today. He said it’s fine, so it’s fine.” He brushed his thumb gently over hers and she squeezed his hand gratefully. 

“I’ve known Sam for seventeen years, I know that about him already,” she laughed, “doesn’t mean I’m gonna stop feeling bad.”

“Okay, yeah, fine,” he frowned, amusement sparkling in his eyes. He watched her for a while and she pretended not to feel his eyes on her. He grinned down at her lovingly when he opened the door to the showers.  

Once they were inside, they dumped the top layers inside-out onto the floor first, Dean’s thick giant jacket holding her smaller clothes. They began getting rid of big chunks and body parts by dumping them into the bin. 

“That’s so gross,” she groaned, reaching into Dean’s head to remove a few monster bits that he missed while he did the same to her.

“You’re still beautiful, d’ya know?” He smiled down at her flirtatiously, brushing her unkempt hair away from her face. She blushed, puffing her cheeks out when she averted her gaze from his face. 

“So are you, somehow,” she said softly. “Even if it took me five days to convince you to get rid of your boxers.” She bit her tongue as she grinned up at him. Dean snorted, stepping away from her to cross his arms across his chest defensively.

“It’s not the first time I do the ‘flip them inside out, backwards, and wear them in all the possible ways to make them last’ thing,” he confessed, pressing his tongue against the inside of his cheek. 

She blinked up at him, letting the information sink, with a pout on her lips. Unexpectedly, after a few moments, she beamed up at him and started to laugh. 

“That’s… so adorable,” she told him between laughs. 

“You don’t think it’s gross?” His brows furrowed, but there was a little smile on his face. 

“Well, yeah,” she gasped, “but.. it’s also cute.” She slapped a hand over his chest and shook her head. “You’re so adorable,” she cooed playfully, squeezing his bearded cheeks with one hand. 

He rolled his eyes and wrapped his fingers around her small wrist, pulling her hand away. Except she curled her other hand around the back of his neck, stood on the tips of her toes, and brought him down for a sweet kiss. His eyes closed immediately, brows furrowing in concentration, his chapped lips turning up into a smile. 

She pulled away, then scratched her chin with a childish pout, at the tickle of his beard against her soft skin. 

“I’m shaving it off after we shower,” he told her with a smile, scratching the prickly hair on his jaw. 

“Yes, I want to see you naked already,” she cheered lightheartedly, extending her hand to unbuckle his belt. He chuckled at her enthusiasm and pulled his t-shirt off over his head, flinging it across with the pile of clothes they left behind while she unbuttoned his pants expertly.

Dean bit his lip, his cock stirring in his jeans, and then she cackled playfully when she unzipped his jeans, revealing his pubic hair and half-hard dick. He’d gone completely commando for the past two days. 

“Ya know, if you needed underwear, you coulda asked to wear my panties,” she teased, lowering his jeans down his legs slowly. He snickered and nodded, regarding her words as reasonable. Then, he began to measure her hips with his hands clamped around them and clicked his tongue disappointedly.

“You’re way too small, babe,” he informed her. She looked up at him, completely delighted, and started to lift her thermal, long-sleeved shirt up her body. “‘Sides, isn’t this a much better surprise?” 

He looked way too pleased with himself and she gave him a flirtatious side-glance, ridding herself of her jeans. They both kicked them across to the same pile and he turned away to turn the shower on. 

What an ass. 

She bit her lip as she looked fixedly at his nice behind—at his nice… everything. Wow, she was lucky. He had one hell of an ass, and those broad shoulders… sheesh. He was way too hot. His entire body littered in different shades, patterns, sizes, and shapes of freckles. He was all taut and tight in all the right places, and… soft and fleshy in all the right places, too. 

“You gonna strip or just stare at my ass all night, sweetheart?” Dean asked, then looked over his shoulder to catch her with an amused expression on his face. She shook her head, looking him in the eyes rather than at his ass, and sputtered. 

“I wasn’t staring at your ass,” she lied terribly, skilfully removing her bra with one hand behind her, “I was staring at your… everything.” She disclosed breathlessly, kicking her underwear away. He knew she was exaggerating her tone of voice, but he still flushed pink, and turned to face her. She walked up to him inside the large open stall of the shower, the hot water creating a warm mist in the air.  

“Even your wittle ears are cute from behind,” she murmured amorously, gently flicking his bloodstained ears with her fingers. They were slowly turning red and warm the more she flirted with him. “And you’ve got this cute little twirl behind your head where your hair goes down, then some goes to the sides, and the rest goes up to the top… it’s very endearing,” she asserted with a nod and an expression of utter tenderness. 

Her earnestness left no room for doubt and insecurity, but all Dean could do was laugh, and lean down to kiss her. He brought them both beneath the shower head, and pecked her lips a final time.

Carefully—thoroughly, they removed the uncomfortable layers of dirt and blood from their bodies with soap and shampoo. Their skin was clearer, their muscles were loose, and they were now getting sleepy beneath the near-scalding water they both enjoyed.

“Now that I’m seeing you clearly…” she murmured thoughtfully, taking his chin between her fingers. “The beard doesn’t have to go away.” She glanced up at him and brushed her pruned thumb over his pink, wet lips. 

“It’s itchy,” he frowned thoughtfully, attempting to prove his point by nuzzling his bearded jaw into her palm. She giggled, but kept her hand over his cheek. 

“Maybe on your birthday you can shave it off… or maybe after Valentine’s Day?” She suggested quietly, shivering as she now pictured the sensation of it across her skin if he would kiss her. 

He studied her face, the flush from the hot water astride her cheeks and chest. The hardness of her nipples, though, could only be attributed to arousal. He inhaled slowly and gazed at her eyes once more, taking in her pondering expression. 

“But, it’s your face, Dean,” she dropped her hand from his cheek and smiled up at him cutely, “do what makes you happy.”

Dean took her words into consideration. It’s December now—halfway through the month, really. His birthday would then be a little over a month away on the twenty-fourth of January… Valentine's day would be longer, but not undoable…

“If I keep it, I do get rewards, right?” He asked smugly, gripping her arms. She squinted her eyes at him, smiling, allowing him to walk her backwards until the cold tile touched her back.

“What would you like?” She bit her lip, her breath picking up as she stared up at him, his sensual green eyes staring down at her knowingly. Dean slid his hands down her arms and intertwined his fingers of one hand with hers, tilting his head as he pretended to think. 

He switched the water off with the other, then kissed her softly, plush lips pushing against hers, his lips trapping her bottom lip in between. Unconsciously, his hand found her hip, and he gently brushed his thumb over her hip bone before he pulled back and smiled at her tenderly.

“Nothin’ you haven’t already given to me, baby.”

“Sex?” She asked between heated kisses. “That’s what you wanted?” She smiled against Dean’s mouth, permitting him to kiss her the whole journey to his room. “Not sure how that’s a reward…” Every now and then, he’d push her into a wall to grope her needily. And then, she’d pull him away from the walls to drag him away from where Sam or even Cas could catch them making out. 

“The reward’s gonna be how sensitive…” he panted, leaving wet kisses along her neck as he opened the door to his room, she gasped at the sensation of his beard moving across her skin. “... you’ll be… and how wet I’ll make you…” he kicked the door behind him once they were inside and pushed her into the table next to the entrance, tugging the towel loose from her body to throw it over the green leather couch. “... every time I fuck you…” He dragged his fingertips down the front of her body, sensually, slowly, driving her mad before dipping down between her legs. “... all because you have a thing for my beard.” 

She inhaled sharply, balancing herself by gripping the edge of the table. “I do not,” she denied, spreading her legs a little more as he teased her slick entrance with two of his fingers. 

“Really?” Dean wondered, wearing a fake frown on his face. He lowered himself  down, tugging the towel from his hips to fold it on the hard floor for his knees. He brought her hips toward his face, away from the table, licking his lips while keeping his eyes on hers.

“I have… just a,” she paused, watching Dean stick his tongue out between her folds to find her clit, “uh, a general… attraction to you…” He stared up at her smugly, flicking her clit teasingly with the tip of his tongue until her legs shook, and she flexed her hand on the table, letting it fly into his wet hair. “... y’know,” she moaned, “regardless of what you look like.” Dean leaned his head back to look at her, disbelieving as he lifted one of her legs over his shoulder.

“So… you don’t think I look hotter,” he stated, tilting his head up. She tried to resist smiling, but she couldn’t, and she snickered down at him.

“No,” she lied, then took his face in both of her hands, and shoved it between her legs to stop him from teasing her with words. He didn’t fight her, just hummed in surprise, and vengefully sucked on her clit, pushing his face deeper into her, his beard brushing delightfully between her sensitive thighs. 

“Fuck,” she whispered, gazing down at him with a mirrored look of mischief and affection. Her cheeks were hot and coloured, and her heart was beating excitedly. 

He moved his mouth lower as she writhed and moaned his name, lovingly combing her fingers through his wet hair while he lapped at her entrance enthusiastically, breaching her tight hole. With a rumbling moan, Dean squeezed the back of her thighs, salivating at the taste of her, igniting her nerves as his bearded mouth moved between her legs.

She gently ground her hips against his face, her eyes fluttering shut for a few moments, before opening to continue admiring him. His nose moved against her clit while his tongue dipped inside the opening of her vagina, twisting around inside her pulsing walls, devouring her to prove his point, leading her to the ends of her pleasure.

He waited for the tell-tale signs of her orgasm’s approach: the flutter of her eyes, the breathiness of her moans, the arch of her back, the tightening of her grip on his hair. That’s when he pulled his mouth from her cunt, licking his lips to swipe away her arousal, he ignored her protests, and stood up.

“Gonna admit it now?” He murmured, grasping her chin, continuing to gaze down at her with admiration. She licked her dry lips and had the audacity to think about his question while batting her lashes at Dean. It amused him so much it drew out a husky chuckle as he leaned down to kiss her once more. 

“I’m just messin’ with you,” she mumbled against his lips, burying her fingers into his hair, leading him away from the door. “You look very hot with a beard, Dean,” she continued kissing him, pressing him close to her mouth, guiding him blindly to his bed. 

“I knew it,” he whispered with an eager smile against her mouth, turning her towards the green couch, and away from his memory-foam mattress. 

She slowly pulled away, sitting down on the leather couch after moving away the half-wet towel he’d thrown on it. “Couch sex,” she smirked, grabbing his waist to bring him closer to her. 

Dean mirrored her smirk, “your favourite,” he teased, biting his lip when she wrapped her hand around his cock, kissing his stomach first. Slowly, she stroked his heavy cock up and down, and hummed in agreement, opening her mouth for his hard cock. 

He moaned softly, bringing his hand to the back of her neck, splaying his fingers to grasp the wet hair at the bottom of her head. He clenched his hand, breathless as she licks into his slit for his precum, swirling her wet tongue around the pink tip. 

“Oh, fuck,” he gasped, tugging her hair when she started sucking and bobbing her head, taking him deeper into her mouth. “As sexy as you look…” he trailed off, pulling her off his dick. She pouted at him, even when he nudged her thigh with his knee, and they moved together to lay down over the couch. 

Dean slid his hand beneath her waist, kissing her lips, slowly ghosting his lips away. He teased her by nibbling her jawline, sucking at her neck when she pushed her head into the couch and arched her back, creating marks on collarbone and above her breasts. 

Her hands slid across his body, touching what she could reach, enjoying the warmth of his skin beneath her palms. Her hand veered up to the back of his neck, pressing him closer into her chest, his beard tickling her skin.

“Yeah,” she whispered to herself when Dean swirled his tongue around her hard nipple, “that feels great.” Dean smirked against her breast, encircling his lips around it to begin sucking. 

Dean’s freehand skimmed down her side and the side of her leg, bending her knee, pressing it against her chest. He curled his hand around the bend of her knee and lifted it up to his shoulder, keeping it there as he lifted himself up her body, breathing warmly against her lips. 

“If Sam’s an ass about the beard,” Dean warned her, his cock pressing into her entrance, “I’m gonna tell him you have a kink.” She lifted her head to glare at him, but when he gently pushed into her, she closed her eyes and dropped her head back on the couch, bringing him in for a kiss.

“It wouldn’t even be a lie,” she confessed, short of breath against his mouth with a flirtatious grin. He breathed out a laugh, pushing his hips flush against hers before starting to thrust into her roughly. 

“Well,” Dean exhaled, “I didn’t count you for a beard lover.” She bit her lip and laughed through her nose while Dean’s hand dropped down between her legs, shoving her leg off the couch to pound deeper into her as the leather squeaked and the wood creaked beneath them. 

“Sometimes… I don’t know if you’re actually unaware of how good looking you are… but you make everything work,” she panted, watching Dean stand on his knee with his other leg on the floor. She slowly slid her hands away from his body with a pout. 

“Sure…” he whispered, ears turning red. “Beauty, eye of the beholder… all that,” he reasoned, lifting her hips for a better angle, moaning when she clenched around his cock and released a high-pitched gasp. Dean moved his hand between their bodies, splaying his hand over her pelvis, lifting her clitoral hood, and gently pushing circling around her clit. 

Despite the overwhelming bliss of her impending orgasm, she lifted herself up on her elbow and glared at him for attempting to minimise her praise. She saved her words for later, the darkening of her eyes making him swallow anxiously, but delight made his stomach flip and warmth spread through him. 

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Bad idea right..?

Coriolanus Snow x fem reader

warnings: Smut I try okay😭

Word count: 2.3k

Context: Au where it's in a normal college no Hunger Games.

At Pilth College, it was known that Y/n L/n and Coriolanus Snow were in a on and off relationship and if you tried to get between the two you’d only get your feelings hurt, the two were made for each other but they had their problems.

Coriolanus was a jealous monster, While y/n was too oblivious sometimes they’d break up because y/n felt suffocated by Coriolanus's love and he’d state how she let guys hit on her on purpose just to make him mad which wasn’t true.

Both were gifted with looks like hand-crafted marble sculptures made for one another, though as much as Y/n tried to find someone else to be in a romantic relationship none could compare to the way Coriolanus loved her and ended up always going back to him.

As word of Sejanus throwing a house party since parents were leaving for the weekend to go to Italy. Everyone was invited and her friend's group was planning to go Coriolanus was attending since he was Sejanus's close friend, they had just broken up again this time much messier, and Y/n's friends were encouraging her to dip her toe on the dating scene.

Y/n was near finishing getting ready. She had already finished her makeup her hair was straightened and her outfit was a black mini skirt, paired with black stockings and black boots, her top was a black tank top, pulled off with a navy blue Jean denim jacket and some jewelry. Once her Lyft got to the house she was done and headed out out.

As Y/n gets out of the car she enters the party she sees her friends immediately and a smile spreads on her face “There’s the infamous Y/n” her friends joke as she bows and all together they laugh.

After a while y/n goes to the kitchen to get a drink holding the red cup in her hands, just as Sejanus walks threw his whole house and spots y/n and quickly sneaks his way to Coriolanus who was standing in a corner siping his drink from the red plastic cup not interested in anything bored.

“Coryo guess what!” Sejanus says trying to play with Him but Coriolanus just raises his eyebrow in response “Y/n is here at the party and is redeeming her cup in the kitchen and is alone” he says smiling telling his friend.

Catching the ears of Coriolanus and in the blink of an eye, he leaves to go find Y/n in the kitchen chugging what's left of his drink to have. A proper excuse to be there and stand next to Y/n “Hey missed me?” he says towering over her smirking seeing how good she looks right now she turns her head and gives him a sweet smile “I did what have you been up to Snowball?” she says.

After a while of catching up, the conversation changes to flirting as Y/ns friends start to look for her becoming worried about why she hasn't come back one of her friends spots her on the counter eyes locked in Coriolanus’s her ex of all people.

“Y/n L/n get your ass over here!” her friend call out for her firmly as a parent would to their child who doesn't know better “I have to go now nice talking to you again croyo”

Y/n soon walks off with her friend being lectured by the rest of the friend group for what feels like 10 minutes telling her she shouldn't be trying to get back with Coriolanus “Yes I know he's my ex but can't two people connect! He was telling me how he's trying to change” she says trying to plead as they shake their heads in disapproval.

“You were practically drooling over him and didn't He say that last time to you last time you broke up?” her friend says not impressed “he's just trying to be my friend and then maybe more…” Y/n says the last part under breath.

“Well, I'm gonna go home tired and don't think I'd like to be hungover in the morning,” Y/n says to her friends as she enters the Lyft dropping her home.

I haven't changed clothes yet and just lay in bed phone in my hands watching TikToks to cure my boredom as I get a message “Wanna come over 💗” from the contact name “Goldy locks Snowball” I bite my lip thinking if I should be logical “whatever its fine” I think as I sent him a text back a thumbs up with a kissing emoji.

I head out with my Keys driving to his apartment complex I knock on his doot on the second floor he opens the door standing and smiling at me as I try to think if I should leave last second but my mind is fuzzy seeing him look so sexy in that wife beater and his blond long curls in this light.

I smile pushing him inside take off my shoes and lock the door as his lips crash onto mine pushing me against the wall my legs wrapping around his abdomen as our tongues explore each other and my hands reach his blond curly locks.

“Someone sure did miss me,” he says smirking “Shush goldilocks take me to the bed!” I say using one of my many nicknames for him and grunt horny as he takes us to his bedroom as we take off our clothes until we're both bare naked.

Coriolanus eyes are attached to your round juicy breast as he presses his lips against my nipple, his teeth moving along the peaked bud. He extended his hand to grip and tickle my other breast, not wanting to leave one neglected.

I moaned loudly into the room as he lifted his hand to grasp and amuse my other breast, moving between the two, not wanting to leave one ignored.

"God dam it," he moaned as he continued away. "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen." he says in between his kisses on my breast and the licks causing me to whimper.

I want to return the favor so I started handing at his covered cock with my hands. Coryo closed his eyes and pushed himself closer to my grasp. I had a strong desire to show him how much I missed him while enjoying the way I was making him feel.

he released every last drop of his cum into my mouth as he pulled out his face ridden with blush “You look so beautiful right now” he says breathing rapidly.

He wasted no time and began inching his way into me. He rocked himself into me, grunting. “Coryo!” I moan to the feeling tears slipping out

"Shit." He whimpered "You're fucking tense. Just rest out for me, hmm, love? You're doing wonderfully well "You're a good girl, my dear."

Desperate to feel his fingers burying into my hips, his nails grazing my skin, and his lips bruising my flesh as he fucked so passionately “I'm close so- close!” I moan out.

I cum on his cock as his hot seed fills me as he collapsed above me, his eyes closed, his forehead resting against yours "It's okay, I'm on the pill" I say as I try to breathe as we lay under his covers.

I'm now staring at the roof of his bedroom his arm over me tucking his head into my shoulder and falling into sleep as I think “Was this a bad idea?” I turn my head and close my eyes letting myself feel the love in the moment.

[rhinestonz]

☆ WASH DAY ☆

A/N: inspired by a random thought because I just got through washing my hair lol. Trying to combine many reqs into one ( I have so many 😭) poor reader forgot to condition. 

Roommate!Satosugu x poc!reader. Curvy reader. Doggystyle , cunnilingus , overstimulation (heavy). Degradation.

“Can you guys go one day without being so fucking annoying?” You sat with your arms crossed on the couch. Your two roommates had come home to see your abundance of fluffy black hair, Gojo practically begging to touch it. AT LEAST he had the decency to ask. Gojo and Geto , the worst people someone like you could ever be paired with. You weren’t oblivious , you knew you were just the type they liked. You made it a point to never ever wear anything other than baggy shirts and joggers around them. However when you were out and about on campus , flaunting your curves in front of your friends. Hips and thighs begging to be let free from your jeans, boobs stretching the fabric of your white crop top, and your ass being prominent even in constricting denim. Gojo and geto couldn't help but notice. 

☆

You knew their type, you knew they thought you were perfect. But you refused to be like one of their girls, dragged into the dorm in the dead of the night, screaming at all types of night. So you avoided them to the best of your ability. Your only saving grace being Shoko. God you loved Shoko , your other roommate that somehow made up for the absolute demons that Gojo and Geto were. You and her talked everyday , studying , watching Coryxkenshin, or ( your personal favorite) talking shit about Gojo and Geto. 

★

You sat on the couch in the morning, white dull rays of light seeping through the shades. You groaned , throwing your head back. Shoko walked into the living room,  “Wash day ? “ she inquired. You had told her the struggles of black hair before. “yup”  you laughed a bit before continuing to take down your braids. Cracking your fingers before doing so. “ omg I’m never getting micros again “ you sighed to Shoko. She simply chuckled “ they’re so cute on you though” she plopped down on the couch next to you. “ Tell you what, whenever I come back I’ll help you with whatever I can!” She smiled before starting to take down your last braid. “ I’m going out really quickly, I’ll be back” she said , finishing the braid off. 

“ Kay thank you , Sho “ you smiled before walking to your room. You needed to change into something you didn’t mind getting wet. You opted for nothing but a long t-shirt. Gojo and Geto wouldn’t be home for a while so you didn’t think much of it. Letting your thighs be free, you walked to your care cabinet. Grabbing your shampoo and conditioner. Walking to the kitchen. You always washed your hair in the sink, just what you were used to. You placed your items down before turning on the faucet, bending over on your tippy toes to dip your head in the sink and began washing. 

Your arms stung as you scratched the shampoo against your scalp. Cool air hitting your thighs.You had only been washing for about 15 minutes before you heard the door click. “ Shoko , thank god , please help me, my arms are killing me, “ you laughed. Spitting with a laugh as shampoo water had got in your mouth. You heard footsteps come towards you , you were relieved to have help until you felt big rough hands massaging your scalp. You jumped a bit , but your head was lighting pressed down, keeping it in the sink. “ Hey , Geto ?! Gojo !? “ you questioned, “ you let out an exhausted sigh “ c'mon man move , I’m busy “. The first time you heard his low voice all day and it irritated you “ but didn’t you just say you needed help?” he teased. You could hear him munching on something , maybe that's why only one of his hands soothed your head. You couldn’t lie , it felt good. 

“ You're actually pretty good at this” you mumbled out , eyes still squeezed shut, water from your hair crowding your face. Maybe it was because your arms got a break but you let him continue to wash out the shampoo of your hair till it was all gone. “ Suguru , are you gonna help ?” You heard Gojo call out. Suddenly your head was pulled up from the sink, a white towel enveloping your hair and face in one go. You heard low chuckles from the men as you thrashed a bit. “ hey not funny you pieces of shit” you cursed. Geto’s hands moved the towel from your face, ruffling it against your mass of hair, “ wow that’s no way to talk to the guys that just helped you don’t you think” Suguru coed. You rolled your eyes, wiping some water off your face.  “yeah yeah “ you scoffed , you began to walk away to the couch before realizing Satoru's arms were laced around your hips. 

“ Are you fucking crazy ? “ you said , hands trying to pry his arms away. “ first time you’ve ever worn something like this around here” he said in your ear. “ I thought you only showed this pretty body off to your lil friends?” He sassed , hands unhooking around you to run down your thighs. “ Right Suguru ? “ he feigned inquiry at the dark haired male. “ Yeah , lucky us , caught you at just the perfect time” he smiled at you , watching your face burn in annoyance. Or maybe it was burning because of the way Gojo’s hands played dangerously close to your core. “ or maybe …” Satoru started moving your body to the kitchen island, you let out a sharp huff and you were squished against it. Toes holding you up, legs swinging as you felt rough hands push your shirt up, revealing your pink lace panties. 

        “ you wore these just for us ” 

You hated the fact. But you had to accept that you were just as loud if not louder than all the other girls. They worked so well together, Gojo bullying his cock into your hole as geto kneeled below , licking your clit so skillfully. “ f-fuck you guys~ “ you panted out , “ I still gotta deep condition~” you whimpered as droplets of water we’re fucked from your hair. Your body jolted with every hit of Satoru’s dick. Fuck this is why they got girls. Fuck why was this so good? Geto chuckled at your trivial comment. “ We'll help you with all that later baby” he chimed , before burying his nose against your clit once more. Gojo was too focused , too focused on how your cunt swallowed him up. “ fuck why you been hiding from us baby” he groaned out. Your ever present annoyance with them returned “ because you two are whores , so irritating , bringing girls in here all the time , you know hard it is to study with bitches screaming!!” your eyes rolled before you yelped. You damp hair had been gripped before the hardest hit to your cunt came , causing you to scream out “ FUCK TORU~”. You heard the male's laughter boom “ see why they scream now? “ they joked in unison. Making your face burn. They weren’t anywhere near done with you. 

“ Fuckk- Gojo , I mean Geto , I mean ahhhh~” you swear at this point you didn’t know who was fucking you. They’d switched so many times, you cunt dripping like your hair. Your boobs squished against the marble counter. “ awww , poor girl ~ can’t think ?” Geto laughed , his thrust so deep. Exploring every grove of your pussy. White liquid coating his cock. You’d cum so many times you didn’t remember. Gojo was in front of the island, grabbing your face , landing small kisses on your wet cheeks. 

“So fucking cute, omg, should’ve fucked you sooner “ he exclaimed in response to the way your eyes rolled and tongue lolled. “ fuck fuck fuck “ is all you could let out , but you just couldn’t shake the burning in your face. So embarrassing. “ Fuck you guys!!“ you spat out. Your stomach dropped a little as you felt both of them cease. Your cunt almost cried out for Geto as he pulled out. Gojo sighed, pouting a little in your face “ your so fucking stubborn”. He looked at Geto before looking back at your face. “ we gotta break you baby!” He smiled devilishly. 

Honestly you were already too fucked out to give any reaction other than the widening of your eyes as your body was lifted onto the counter. The cool marble making you shiver. “ Not gonna stop until we feel you’ve warmed up to us' ' Geto said before smacking your ass watching it ripple. His fingers traced up and down your thighs before prodding at your hole. You looked up to gojo with pouting eyes, tears starting to form. You were too fucked out for this. Your eyes shut closed with the introduction of Geto’s slender fingers in your cunt. You let out moans that almost sounded like screams “ F- FUCK GETO~” you yelled , body trying to run away from the endless drilling of his fingers. Gojo simply sucked his teeth at you, holding you down , watching as you writhed around. Honestly it turned him on a bit. He helped himself to your pink lace panties that laid on the counter, long discarded. Slipping the fabric into his pockets “ Ew your such a fucking whore !” You spat out , face contorting in disgust at him. “ really ?! Me , you're the one who’s essentially spasming  under my best friend's touch” Gojo started , “His fingers got you seeing stars baby~?” He laughed as your eyes rolled before he could even finish his sentence. Geto adding an additional finger in your hole and introducing one to your already sensitive clit.

Your moans became small sobs. They had switched places twice already again. Now Gojo was behind you , tongue swirling inside your crying cunt. Geto looking in your eyes , puffy and wet. Your eyelashes clumped together so prettily by tears. “ Baby , just say it , you've been wanting this for the longest time haven’t you?”. You tried wiggling your wrists from his grasp. “ pleaseee~” you squeaked out. “ please what , what are you begging for baby? “ Satoru coed , pulling himself away from your fluttering cunt. Maybe they were right. Maybe you wanted this all along. Maybe those screams from other girls didn’t annoy you because they were loud , maybe they annoyed you because it wasn’t you. Yeah , maybe that’s what you wanted. You were so in your own thoughts you jumped at Satoru pushing his cock back inside of you. 

Your head was a mess. Your brain could have even been filled with cum. ‘Yeah … I definitely wanted this. Plap… I wanted this so bad. Plap… could this go on forever. Plap… maybe you’d pass out if they continued. Plap… fuck shoukd I just give in. Plap… fuck he’s so big. Plap.. god I’m gonna come again. Plap … how many times have I come? Plap … 7. Plap… 8 , yeah about 8. Plap .. fuck I can’t’. Plap… Plap ..Plap..Plap..Plap..Plap..Plap.Plap. Your thoughts were a scrambled meeting being interrupted by a cock. “ fuccccccccccckkkkkkkkk~” the strained whimper was dragged from your throat as Suguru kissed you deeply. “ you’re so fucking messy “ Satoru scoffed as your juices splattered on him with every thrust. The counter soaked from the wetness of your hair and cunt. “ just a fucking slut , just say it “. It was too much , your head feeling heavy , eyes fluttering and drool fell from your lips. Your body shook as Satoru’s pace increased. You came violently with a shrill scream. Your arms gave out, body laying limp against the cold stone. Your ass up in the air, geto coming around to lick you clean. “ fuck …” you huffed out , chest heaving up and down, “yeah m’ a slut , wanted you guys so bad~ fuck~” you admitted , before you felt yourself drift off in exhaustion. 

You were lifted from the counter , your body placed on the soft of the coach. You were stuffed between the two men. Arms laced around you. Feeling you up as though they didn't just fuck your brains out and go for 9 rounds. You felt warm, at peace , like you had come to terms with the fact that you had the attitude fucked out of you. A small smile crept on your face as you drifted before your face contorted in confusion. “Where’s Shoko?” You mumbled out. Eyes closing before you could even dwell on it. 

[saintmagx]

I Knew you were Trouble❤️‍🔥

Part 3

Pairing: Jimmy Uso x reader

AN: if you would like tagged let me know 💖 Trinity is still with WWE. No specific timeline

⚠️ Warnings: 18+ , swearing, violence (this is the WWE after all) slight smut, infidelity, jealous Jimmy, bad writing, cringe story telling, the Usos (because they are a warning in themselves) ⚠️

JIMMY IS SO FINE LIKE 😭🤤 HELP!!!! Also is anyone else just loving how much fun he’s having on Smackdown right now????? YEEET 🤪 NO YEET 😐

The hustle and bustle of the gorilla can be a bit much for some people but not me, it strangely helps me get in the zone, ready to become my onscreen persona and throw yn out the window. Hunter confirmed the timeline for myself and trinity to win the tag team titles - five weeks away at Summerslam. Trin was still determined to get us an in ring team name and had enlisted Beverly the seamstress to start working on matching outfits - I love her but when she sets her mind to something - nothing and I mean nothing stands in her way.

Tonight I had a singles match against Liv Morgan, a simple one on one match with a clean win for me. Waiting for my cue the Uso’s come through the curtain after finishing their match. Josh greets me with his huge infectious smile and warm embrace, Jon on the other hand greets me with his signature fiery stare.

“Good luck out there yn. The crowd is on fire tonight!”

Josh walks away leaving me standing with Jon once more.

“We need to stop meeting like this.” Jon says with a smirk

“Ah yes, however it is hard when we work at the same place and are friends with the same people, the likelihood of us continually bumping into each other is pretty high.” Proud of my self for my reply I look at him smiling awaiting his response.

“Ya know, for a pretty girl you have a pretty smartass mouth. I sure hope you ain’t all talk and can back up that mouth babygirl.” He gives me a final once over and heads over to Josh who is standing chatting to his cousin Joe.

Focus yn, focus.

“Yn, you’ve missed your cue, get out there NOW.”

Shit. I don’t need distractions right now, I need to prove to Hunter and everyone backstage that i deserve to be here and I deserve these titles.

My match against Liv went to plan, we only had a 7 minute slot so it was quick and effective.

Trin

Hey so a few of us are heading to dinner before you guys have to be back on the road for the European tour. You in?

Yn

Of course girl, lemme get ready and I’ll meet you at the car 💗

Trin

I’ve already left the arena, but Jon and Josh are still there, tag along with them and I’ll see you at dinner 💕

Great. The more I try to keep away from Jon the more fate keeps throwing us together.

The car ride to the restaurant was pretty normal actually. Jon and Josh were in the front talking tactics from their match and goofing off. Me on the other hand was a simple bystander to this, it was nice. The bond the boys have is special, really warms the heart.

“Earth to yn!”

Josh snaps me out of my thoughts

“Sorry, um what were you saying?”

“Damn, not even paying attention to me huh.”

“Oh shush Josh, I’m tired.” I say laughing, I wouldn’t tell them that the real reason I was preoccupied was because I was in awe of them and their bond, those boys don’t need bigger heads.

With Josh fake falling out with me, I turn my attention to Jon.

“Can you tell me what he said?”

“Please?” I beg batting my eyelids, being a little flirtatious always gave me the upper hand, but with Jon it was dangerous territory I was entering.

Looking at me from the mirror he licks his lips.

“Sorry yn! Ain’t no way I ain’t siding with my bro.”

“That’s right uce. Day ones!”

Josh turns to me with a smug ass look on his face. Rolling my eyes I turn my attention to my phone ignoring them both.

Sighing I question “how am I going to manage myself with you two double teaming me.”

Jon’s eyes dart to the mirror with a playful glint in his eyes.

“Im sure you’ll be able to take us.” His eyes revert back to the road as we pull up to the restaurant.

Fluttering. Everywhere. That’s the only way I can describe it. There wasn’t a part in my body left that hadn’t been effected by Jon and his words. When I said double teaming me I hadn’t meant anything by it other than then ganging up on me but now, all I can think about is both their hands on me, Josh attacking my neck, Jon all over my breasts sucking and caressing them.

“You’ve been pretty quiet tonight, what’s up?” Trin enquires.

Truth is I’ve been distracted, Jon’s words in the car, watching Jon interact with Trin like a normal husband and wife, the feeling of jealousy and shame washing over me.

“I’m just tired honestly, plus I’ve still got so much to do before I leave for Europe tomorrow.”

“And moody, was all pissy with me in the car earlier, right Jon?”

“She sure was.”

I look at the twins and flip them off making the everyone at the table laugh lightening the mood. I hate how one man has effect me so much. And I know it’s only going to get worse once we kick of the European tour. No wife and me close by for 7 whole days - it has disaster written all over it.

Sorry it’s kinda short, felt like this was a good place to end! Anyhooo

Tagged: @southerngirl41 @missfamilyjeweles @jeyusos-girl @christinabae @jeyusosgirl @raya-hunter01 @harlem11680 @theogsamoanqueen @harmshake

[berryhobii]

Hiii! I recently discovered your account and I'm so in love with you writings 😭. Can you do a namjoon x f!reader where namjoon gets really jealous and possessive so he picks a fight with her but then he regrets it when he saw her crying so he decided to remind her who she belongs to?!! Thanks in advance 💜

Thanks for your request! I actually kind of forgot what you specified so by the time I finished and read it again, I realize that you asked for reader to cry. I totally forgot. I’m sorry! I did include some tears of pleasure though. Hopefully that makes up for it. I also made Namjoon super toxic in this🫣still, I hope you enjoy!🩵🩵🩵

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“You’re such an asshole! Why do you always do this?!” You slammed your purse down on your vanity, the furniture rocking under the force. You didn’t even care about your expensive makeup tumbling off it. That blush was $30!

“Why do you always insist on parading yourself around like you’re not in a relationship?”

Your head whipped around so fast that the tips of your braids smacked you in the face.

“You’re acting like I have For Rent sign hanging off my pussy, Namjoon!”

“You might as well!”

This wasn’t the first time you and your long term boyfriend had gotten into an argument like this. Specifically about this particular topic. It was honestly exhausting. Why did you even stick around?

Namjoon had been your on and off boyfriend for close to a decade. You two met in a little after high school. While he went off to college, you immediately started working, deciding that college wasn’t really for you. You worked a lot of odd jobs; mail carrier, retail worker, security guard and now you were a personal assistant at a company you actually really liked. It was good pay, good benefits, you even got your weekends free.

Working at a company meant company dinners. Normally, you’d decline. You’d tell your coworkers that you were tired or that you were spending time with your boyfriend and they’d take that excuse.

But the real reason you didn’t go was because your boyfriend was bat shit crazy.

Your hands waved around as you yelled back, “I’m not fucking anyone else, Namjoon! And I’m not trying to. Why the hell are you so paranoid?”

“How can I not be paranoid when my girlfriend is at a bar in a pair of jeans showing her ass?”

You ran a hand down your face, your laugh spiteful and exasperated. “I have a fat ass, Namjoon! What do you want me to do? Take it off and leave it on the dresser? Do I tell you to keep your dick at home?”

He was being completely unreasonable like always. You were a thicker girl. That would show regardless of what you wore. The fact that he almost blamed you for your body type and clothes as if they didn’t attract him in the first place was absolutely ridiculous. He could barely go 15 minutes without slapping it or telling you how sexy you were. It’s like he didn’t like you even existing outside of your apartment. Some irrational fear that you’re popping your coochie for other people. It was ridiculous.

He watched with rage filled eyes as you started walking around the room, removing your jewelry. He didn’t know why he was so upset. Just seeing you in that bar, laughing and with all those male coworkers around you.

It filled him with something more than jealousy.

Envy. Possessiveness.

You were his. No one else’s.

Honestly, seeing you so frustrated with him made his cock stir. The desire to force you back into submission was heavy on his shoulders and mind.

“Who was that guy you were talking to? I thought you didn’t date short guys.”

You were starting to get a headache. Tossing your earrings in the little dish on your vanity, you said, “his name’s Yoongi and I don’t want to date him. I’ve also never said I don’t date short guys. You’ve been my only boyfriend and it just so happens to be that you’re tall. Why are you putting words in my mouth?”

He could still remember how you laughed at whatever that guy said. Your hand pushing him because you had a tendency to hit people when you were laughing. Who the hell was this Yoongi guy to even be able to make you laugh? Namjoon should be the only one seeing you that joyous.

“It’s like you’re intentionally trying to piss me off. Do you get a kick out of making me angry?”

“If you’re pissed off at my body existing, that sounds like a you problem.” You went to your closet to start removing the bad jeans and your shirt.

“You should have known how I’d react.”

There it was. He was trying to flip it and blame you for his reaction.

Why did you even stay with him? He filled your days with unease. You weren’t the kind of person to let people control your actions. You were an adult. You’ve been handling yourself just fine. You knew deep down that you didn’t need him, the stress he brought.

But Namjoon was familiar. He was the only man you’ve been in a relationship with. He was all you knew. You couldn’t just let him go.

Liar. You could. You could pack up right now and leave him forever. Why haven’t you?

Pulling your night shirt over your head, you walked back out of the closet to see him sitting on the bed. He was manspread and staring at you with dark eyes. If you weren’t so peeved, you’d probably drop to your knees and give him a blowjob so good that it would knock him unconscious. “You know what, Namjoon? I’m so over you. When will you get it through your thick head that I’m not fucking anyone else and I don’t want to?!” You sighed. “In a minute, I won’t even want to fuck you anymore. Not while you’re acting like this.”

Just as you were about to turn around to walk to the bathroom, his hand wrapped around your wrist and yanked you down onto the bed. With a practiced quickness, he was hovering above you, his dragon like eyes staring holes into your face.

“You’re mine. Your pussy is mine. Don’t get mad at me because I don’t want you acting like you’re single.”

You tried to fight out of his hold but his huge body kept you down. Damn it, why did he have to start going to the gym? He was easier to overpower when he was still his lanky self. Now he’s beefed up and while you liked it, it really worked against you in these situations.

“How is me wearing jeans acting like I’m single? It’s not like I sucked anyone’s dick.”

His grin pissed you off even more.

“You probably wanted to. You always have been good at it.”

Fuck being on thin ice. He was in shark infested waters now.

You smirked back. “Yeah, it put your quick nutting ass to sleep everytime.”

His hand wrapped around your throat, not pressing hard enough to cut off your oxygen but enough so you could feel the pressure. You hated yourself for getting excited, pussy clenching. For all the times for your vagina to betray you, it had to be now?

“Take that back.”

“Make me. Bitch.”

His jaw clenched. “Oh. I’ll make you alright.”

That was all it took for him to lift off of you, stalking over to your bedside table. Squinting your eyes suspiciously, you tried to peek past his broad back. You only kept a few things in that drawer.

Shit.

The clink of those fuzzy blue handcuffs made both excitement and slight nervousness radiate down your body. You hardly used those since Namjoon didn’t have to do much to pin you. If he was getting them, that could only mean one thing.

“You son of a bitch!”

He had lifted the vibrator off your clit, once again denying you of your orgasm. That was number 8 and neither of you were backing down. Your brown skin was slick with sweat, as was your pussy in arousal. Your abused and overstimulated clit throbbed, begging for enough to push you over the edge but this asshole wasn’t having it.

While you were completely naked, he was still fully clothed. Something about that just got to you—the pure dominance in him still having clothes on was sexy as hell but you’d never tell him that. His own erection was painfully straining against his pants. He so badly wanted to just whip it out and fuck your gushing cunt until you were begging for him to stop. But that would be too easy. You didn’t deserve his cock nor any orgasms. Not until you said sorry.

“Apologize and I’ll let you cum.” His jaw tightened letting you know he was getting more and more irritated. Ha!

You glared at him, mentally wishing for him to burst into flames. Sadistic bastard. You’d never say it. It’s his fault for being paranoid. You weren’t about to apologize for his reaction. Your pride wouldn’t let you.

“N-never.”

He sighed before pressing the vibrator back against your clit. Your hips jerked up, hands pulling against your restraints as your orgasm rushed back to you.

This has been going on for almost an hour. Namjoon could see you were still holding strong and he hated it. He wanted you to break, wanted you to beg for his forgiveness, for you to go back to being his good girl. He didn’t understand why you couldn’t just be obedient.

Ah well. He liked putting you back in your place. He signed up for it when you two started dating anyway.

“Why do you have to be such a brat? Just say you’re sorry and we can move on.”

You were so close. So so close. Every nerve in your body was set alight with pleasure and absolute malice for your boyfriend. You were a brat? Why was he such a controlling piece of shit?

“Fuck you.” You gritted out.

He took the vibrator away again, your orgasm fading once more. You slumped back against the bed, chest heaving and stubbornness starting to fade.

Maybe you should just apologize. It’s not like you’d actually mean it. It would just stroke this sadistic motherfucker’s ego and make him feel like he has some power over you.

Turning off the vibrator, he tossed it to the side before moving to unbuckle his pants. The action itself was way sexier than it was. Was he finally about to fuck you? That would make you cum instantly.

No, he wouldn’t. He knew you came super easily from penetration. If you knew him like you think you did, you know he wasn’t giving up.

His hard cock sprung out of his pants. Your lust filled eyes locked on it. God, why did he have to be this way? You were already thirsty for him, you only wanted his cock. So why did he think you wanted to screw every man you came across?

He stroked his cock a few times, yet another action that shouldn’t be as sexy as it was.

Gripping the back of your thigh, he pushed it into your body, your other following out of instinct. He smirked at your movement and you wanted to kick him in his face.

Lining up with your hole, he began pushing inside. Your back arched at the wide intrusion, relief flooding you at finally having his cock stretch you.

But when you didn’t feel the rest of his cock inside, you lifted your head. It looked like he was struggling himself, breathing out a shaky breath at your tight walls. You were a brat but you had the best pussy he’s ever had.

“What the hell…..?”

He lifted his head to look at your desperate and confused face. Hook, line and sinker. You were too easy.

“You don’t deserve my whole cock. If you don’t want to apologize, I’m not gonna give it to you.”

“So you’re just gonna give me the tip?! You bastard!” You tried to kick your legs but he held them in place.

Best believe, he wanted nothing more than to bury his cock in your slick walls and pound you through the mattress but he had a lesson to teach. You couldn’t keep getting away with this behavior.

A few small thrusts and he already felt ready to bust.

You bucked your hips, trying to get him to sink deeper but he backed up to keep just the tip inside of you.

“You ass! What the hell is your problem?”

“Apologize. Last chance.”

Your blood boiled in your veins. You wanted to cum so badly but you refused to say you were sorry. You’ve had enough of this ass pushing you around.

But……………

His head hung low as he thrusted a few more times, one stroke going just a little bit deeper and brushing past your sweet spot.

Fuck this!

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry okay?”

That grin was back. Easy work.

He adjusted himself before ramming his entire cock into your walls. His fingers dug into your thighs hard enough to bruise.

“See? That wasn’t so hard now was it?”

You didn’t even have the nerve to retort. All you could focus on was the feeling of his cock. Your orgasm was right there once again and you were confident you’d finally reach it.

A sudden pain to your breast caused your back to arch. You lifted your head just as it happened again.

Namjoon twisted your nipple between his fingers, the sharp pain only adding to the thick haze of pleasure.

“See how good it feels when you just do what I say? Say you’re sorry again.”

He twisted your nipple again, your mouth opening to scream out an, “Sorry! I’m so sorry!!”

“Good girl.”

Picking up the vibrator again, he clicked it to its highest setting before pressing it back on your clit, his hips still delivering deep strokes to your fluttering walls.

Your throat ached from the Bloody Mary scream you let out. Tears pricked at your waterline, your chest feeling tight as the most powerful orgasm you’ve ever had slammed into you.

Your legs kicked sporadically, hips bucking as you humped against the toy. Black dots danced in front of your vision as you rode out the almost endless orgasm. The first one didn’t even have a chance to come down before you were floating into the next one.

Namjoon cursed as you squeezed him impossibly tight, little droplets of liquid hitting his pelvis.

The hand that wasn’t holding the toy went to wrap around your throat, shaking you a little and forcing you to focus on him.

“Whose pussy is this?” He needed to hear you say it.

Your mouth dropped open but no words came out. Tears streaked down your face, your mascara getting all messed up.

You were perfection to him. His perfect little toy.

His fingers pushed down over your pulse point before he asked you again, “I asked you a question.” He growled. The headboard was crashing into the wall, leaving an indent you’d complain about tomorrow but he didn’t care. He’d just fuck that out of you too.

“Yours! It’s yours! I’m sorry!” You slurred, yet another orgasm coursing through you, your toes curling hard enough to crack. You didn’t even think you were still in your body. Your mind was somewhere else. That let you know that he had effectively fucked you dumb.

“That’s right. It’s mine. Don’t you forget it. Now thank me for my cock.” He pressed the toy harder on your clit, thrusts speeding up. If not for the handcuffs and his hold on your throat, you would have been slammed through the wall.

“T-thank you, thank you, thank you! Fuhhhhhhhhh—uuuuccckkkk….”

With one last vice like squeeze of your walls, Namjoon pulled out of you, releasing your neck to pump his cock over your stomach. Hot splashes of his release painted your brown skin, your eyes falling shut at the sensation.

Your legs fell from their folded position, your body squirming away from the vibrator. Namjoon clicked it off before dropping it to the ground with a loud thud.

Both of your chests heaved from exertion, your body still twitching in the aftershocks. You felt ready to pass out.

Namjoon stared down at you—your belly covered in his cum and your skin already darkening just a little from his grip on you.

You couldn’t see his smirk but it was there.

You were his. And it would stay that way.

[batmenstrualcycle]

gaslighting myself with large amounts of copium into thinking yuki is still alive ✌✌✌🕊 she did NOT deserve to die for that crusty ass man 😢😢 ANYWAYS if u want to u should do a yuki x reader no curse au 😍😍😊 (gege told me yuki actually got rid of all cursed energy and now she's just chilling and travelling the world and wearing designer clothes its great 😊😊)

(real) LIKE OMG NOOOO I THOUGHT SHE WOULD ACTUALLY BECOME SOMETHING IN JJK BUT IG NOT😭 but yeah yuki x reader no curse au sounds great😍

Pairing: Yuki Tsukumo x Reader (hope u dont mind it being F reader lol im convinced yuki is wlw)

Warnings: idk, flirty yuki ig? thats how she normally is anyways :v, (i was working on another yuki x reader cuz i was also gaslighting myself into thinking she isnt dead🥲 so ima mix that one up with this)

"Why did I have such a bright idea to bring you with me?"

You murmured to yourself as Yuki sat next to you with a smirk on her face and her elbow resting on the desk in front of her and her hand resting on her chin. Her finger tapped the edge of her jawline and kept her teasing smirk. "Because you love me."

"No I don't." You quickly responded before rolling your eyes and kept scanning your eyes over the words on the paper in front of you. Yuki lifted a brow and crossed her legs a second later.

"What about me don't you love?"

You let out a long huff before setting your pen down and turned to her. "Things I don't love about you...alright, are you sure you wanna hear it?" You asked. She lifted her brow again and chuckled. "Is there some sort of list?"

"A very long one. Longer than the time you can keep a girlfriend."

"Ouch. Hit me."

You perked up your eyebrows and smiled a little before leaning back in your seat...

"The way you talk, the way you walk, the way you always wink at one of the waitresses after saying 'just your heart, darling.' whenever they ask you what you want-"

"You pay attention to all that?" She cut you off, swaying side to side slightly in the rollie chair. You frowned slightly and gave her a death stare. The smirk never left her face while you huffed and continued on with the list.

".......Wow, for someone who claims to hate me so much, you sure do pay attention to a lot of stuff I do." Yuki commented once you stated you were finished. The entire list took up about 5 minutes and Yuki just stared with heart eyes.

You frowned again with parted lips this time. "Because it annoys me." You retorted before going back to the other paper in front of you.

"Oh, and also I hate your voice. I think you should try shutting up." You added while clicking your pen. She lifted her brow once again.

"...You wanna kiss me so bad, it makes you look stupid." She commented. You narrowed your eyes before turning to her. Her face remained unfazed while you scoffed in realization.

"Did you seriously set that up just so you could get me to admit that I do pay attention to you?" You questioned before she smirked.

Oh shit.

"What the fuck, Yuki?!" You exclaimed as you got up from your chair. All she did was sit back and cross her arms over the arms of the chair and intertwine her fingers together with that same smirk on her face.

"What's the problem?" She asked so calmly, as if you didn't look like you were a ticking cuss bomb waiting to blow the whole workspace up. "The problem, Yuki, is that you tricked me into admitting something I really didn't want to! Now you'll never leave me alone!" You whined before leaning back in your chair. Still, her smirk never wiped itself off her face.

"..My bad." She simply said. You turned to her with the biggest frown Yuki has ever seen in her life, and she chuckled. " 'My bad?' That's all you have to say?!" You grumble out, making her laugh even more.

Her laughter stopped once she dropped her head and looked at you.

"All seriousness," She started, leaning forward. You lifted a brow and crossed your arms.

"I really like you, Y/n. And I'm not just talking about it in a friendly kinda way." She admitted. Your face slightly fell along with your jaw.

"You..like me?"

"Yep."

You shook your head slightly, "So you're telling me, that this whole time you've been annoying me, is because you like me?" You questioned, slightly raising your voice. Yuki nodded confidently before you sighed.

"What am I going to do with you, Yuki Tsukumo?"

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(me)

AHHHH IM SO SORRY FOR TAKING FOREVER😭

[satcrvz]

A NIGHT TO REMEMBER !

what happened when gojos bestfriend hits on you at the fair?

cw: gojo x f!reader, reader is shorter than gojo, profanity, also i wrote this with the idea of them being in college, but really it works for anything 1.6k words.

this was in my head in the shower… idk what provoked it but!! i did not proofread this.. title is a bea reference :>

holy shit he's an asshole gojo thought to himself. right now he was watching his best friend, geto, practically throw himself all over you in front of his face, while him and shoko wait in the concession line. gojo frantically takes out his phone, while simultaneously glaring at you and geto

GOJO suguru bro, i don't know what i did to you in a past life but PLEASE STOP 😭

GOJO stop flexing your tiny ass muscles to her she’s never gonna want me if you do that

GETO dude, you've had so many opportunities at this carnival, be romantic and win them a stuffy or some shit bro i dunno. make a move or i will

GOJO WE GOT HERE 15 MINUTES AGO>??

geto smirks, shuts off his phone, and places it back in his pocket. shoko she insisted on going with gojo to hold all the food. she could’ve stayed back with you. geto speaks up, "you cold?" you offer him a grin, "a little.."

if only it'd been satoru asking you, offering his jacket to you. you can dream, right?

your thoughts are cut off by him humming, his eyes on your face illuminated by the bright LED's and rides around you. if you didnt know any better you'd think — the voice in your head is once again cut off, but not by geto, gojo.

he's nearly sprinting, bumping into people and uttering apologies. "guys i got the food!!!" you slightly smile at his action, you've always liked that he could make you laugh. shoko's wearing a very obviously annoyed look while slowly trailing behind him holding a funnel cake and those big ass lemonade cups. why'd she go if she was only going to hold two things? satoru could've carried them.

"the lines were so long, guys you don't get it" gojo drags out the so long part, hoping you guys sympathize with him. "did you get my fries?" geto asks. "oh shit... looks like i forgot! i did get your nachos though bro."

shoko speaks for the first time since her and gojos return "he didn't forget, he did that on purpose. he's mad about -" "anyways! y/n, i didn’t know what you wanted so i just got a pretzel"

you smile and take them out of his hand so he has less stuff to carry, "thanks satoru, that was really sweet of you. id be happy with whatever you got me though!" shoko snickers while gojo sends geto a smug look.

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you take a big inhale as you step up to the carnival game, all you had to was knock down the 3 stacked cups. damn this looks harder than i expected. gojo and geto were doing their own thing close by, and shoko was beside you rooting for you.

"fuck" was all you could say, unfortunately you only had 5 throws, and while you did manage to knock two down, the third one stayed standing so it didnt count. "its all good, you should go ask satoru to win it for you", she says satoru in almost a child like way, making fun of you for your crush on the white haired guy. the both of you scoot out the way, making room for the people in line to have a go.

"he wouldn't, not right now at least, he's over there yapping away to sugu" reaching toward shoko, who fortunately still had funnel cake, you stuff your mouth with a piece of it. while youre focused on eating, she exchanges a glance with geto, both of them nodding.

"hey y/n, i think im gonna go talk to suguru and go get another lemonade" shoko starts walking away, but you continue,

"oh okay thats fine! i might go get on the swings again" shoko had really done it this time. you can see her and suguru walking and laughing to each other as they walk around the carnival talking about god knows what. meanwhile, gojo makes his way toward you, quite awkwardly actually. you finish wrapping up your text to shoko which read;

TO: SHOKO im ngl, im actually going to hurt you!!! yk i can't be left alone w him in a place like this.. im going to embarrass myself

"where are they off to? suguru didnt tell me shit he just left with shoko" gojo runs his right hand through his hair.

"shoko told me she was going to get more lemonade, but i highly doubt it. she's gonna have to piss" the taller man in front of you laughs and starts talking,

"yeah, one day in freshman year, she told me she'd rather be dead than use a porta potty and that. . . " fuck why does he have to be so pretty? had his eyes always shined like that? maybe it was the lighting from the neon rides around you, but that doesn't distract you from the way his hair is blowing in the wind.

satorus voice finally is audible in your head again, ". . . anyways you wanna go on that ship ride? sugurus too chicken to go with me"

shit. "yeah! shoko's been too engrossed with that big ass funnel cake to go on rides, so we stuck to the mini games" "great cmon!" he grabs your wrist and guides you to the line. fortunately for the both of you, by the time you guys made it over there, the ride had ended and they were loading on new people.

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"don't manspread asshole!" "sorry." satoru had undeniably long legs.

"you nervous?" he asks turning his head to look at you fully with a smile. "yeah im gonna fucking shit myself, if i fall out, i blame you."

"awhhh its okay, i wouldn't let you fall out you're too good for that"

"oh yeah? what would you do."

"intervene."

the employees check the last 2 people to make sure they're secure, and shortly after, the ride starts. somewhere along the seventh swing, you clasp both of your hands around satorus left hand. his hands were warm. he glances down and looks back up at you, "you 'bout to cry?" fuck him and his stupid condescending voice and pretty blue eyes.

"no im about to throw you off the ride im so terrified right now, and it’s kind of cold which isn’t helping” you remove your hands from his and cross them around your waist.

the ride ends and you could not be happier to have your feet back on stable ground. you look around for geto and shoko, hoping that they could magically find the two of you and make things less awkward.

gojo drapes his jacket over your shoulders but before you could even get a word out he explains, “you uh, mentioned you were cold on the ride” how are you meant to function if he’s looking down at you like that? “thanks but what about you?”, you put your arms through the sleeves of his jacket and zip it up halfway.

“don’t you see the resemblance? i’m elsa, the cold never bothered me anyway!” if you were a bystander, you’d think he was crazy with the way his hands were positioned on his hips like he was a super hero.

from his point of view, you were beautiful. it’s almost cinematic the way his mind nearly watches you laugh in slow motion, your smile was the brightest thing to him, even at night. i’m so in love with you. fuck did he say that out loud?

you’re taken by surprise, obviously. god you wish you could just facetime shoko and beg her for advice like the many times before. your lips were pressed together, and then you find the words.

“i’m sorry you’re what?” well.. maybe those weren’t the right words.

“i’m in love with you”, he says more confidently than before. “hey it’s completely okay if you don’t feel the same way, i can’t force you to like me back”

you feel the blood rushing to your cheeks, youd played out this and possibly 60 other different scenarios in your head about this happening. “nonono! i do like you back, i have for a while actually… i just didn’t expect for this to be happening you know?”

he rubs the back of his neck with his hand, “well, ‘m glad you feel the same way” the moment between the two of you felt like you guys were the only two people in that carnival. both of your faces were inches away from eachother. it’s like—

“damn”, you could hear the smile in the persons voice, which obviously belongs to shoko. both her and geto are staring the two of you down. she holds out her hand to geto and he plants a 1000 yen in her hand.

“shoko oh my god” you go over to her and wrap your arms around her. “gross you have satorus jacket. do not touch me until you get that contaminated shit off” while you and shoko argue about that, geto speaks up to gojo, “you still didn’t win her a plush, you’re already on a bad start to being a boyfriend”

the taller one furrows his brows, “hey! we aren’t dating yet and i actually planned on it before you and idiot number 2’s entrance”

“nah bro i saw you, you looked like you wanted to punch your with her lips” ironically suguru punches satoru in the shoulder. “whatever! im gonna go win her one right now” — “cmon y/n” he grabs your arm once again and you give shoko a sympathy smile while she just laughs.

you’re not sure if the two of you are dating after that little confession, but whatever it was, you liked it.

[checkers-dance]

hello, checkers. sorry for always coming here to you with my fucked up, horrible kpop stories that happen to me. but today something devastating happened and my first thought was "i NEED to tell checkers about this."

so it all started because me and my friend rebo watched the first episode of boys planet a while ago. we didn't care enough to finish it but since the show is over, we suggested we watch the last episode together.

so we were doing that and in the middle of one particular performance rebo says "that guy looks like lucas!!!"

and i SEE IT. HE LOOKS LIKE LUCAS. THE RESEMBLANCE IS UNCANNY. i pause the video immediately. for like 2 minutes i do nothing but make wailing noises, i was so distraught. then i start to scream at my friend because im very normal and meanwhile she's just laughing her ass off. eventually i calm down and i decide i want to watch the clip one more time, so we go back to look at the guy again. he looks NOTHING like lucas. which is so fucking weird because we BOTH saw it. we replay the clip multiple times trying to find the specific shot again but no matter what he just doesn't fucking look like lucas. looking back we could've been so much more normal about this but something inside us broke. genuinely so much of what happened is a blur to me because for like 30 minutes we just kept screaming at each other "HE WAS THERE!!!! HE WAS THERE!!! WHERE IS HE!!!"

LIKE, the guy was still there but the fact that his face looked so much different was the scary part. he truly did look like lucas initially but now he DIDN'T. I WAS GENUINELY SO FREAKED OUT. IT'S LIKE... IMAGINE YOU HAVE THIS REALLY CLEAR IMAGE OF SOMETHING IN YOUR HEAD BUT THEN IT'S JUST GONE, THAT'S WHAT IT FELT. i need you to know this was NOT a joke to us, my friend immediately got up and TURNED ON HER LIGHTS VVNFJNVJFNVF.

eventually we realize we won't calm down on our own, so we start asking for our friends to join call to help us calm down. eventually, our friend lynx joins. we are so distraught and freaked out that he can't understand anything we're saying. eventually i manage to tell him what happened and he just starts making fun of us and calling us insane, but he asks to see the clip.

we show it to him. he suddenly stops making fun of us. "THAT LOOKS LIKE HIM." at this point we are screaming again. we go back to look at the guy again. my friend starts losing it because IT DOESN'T LOOK LIKE HIM ANYMORE.

rebo starts panicking. she gets up and starts pacing in her room. i'm just kind of freaking out because HOW IS THIS HAPPENING. WHY ARE WE ALL SEEING LUCAS WHERE HE FUCKING ISN'T.

eventually we call another friend to see it. we show it to her and she says the guys does Not look like lucas. she was talking to us like we were children who needed to be explained the concept of mistaking someone for someone else but we are NOT listening.

we decide we need noxia there but she isn't responding to us so i message her brother directly. finally noxia gets there, we show the clip to her and she also think we're going insane. meanwhile we are all losing our minds. WE SAW IT. WE SAW LUCAS. BUT HE'S FUCKING GONE.

after like an HOUR we finally managed to calm down and continue watching the episode. the guy we thought was lucas LITERALLY DEBUTED??? AND LIKE, GOOD FOR HIM. BUT IT'S SO FUCKED UP.

it's the fact THREE of us saw it. and then it just wasn't there. like i'm trying to explain how genuinely scary it felt, i was losing my grip on reality 😭

HTJSKFSKFKSKFKDKFKDKF this is hilarious, u've managed to implant the idea of lucas so deeply into ur friends' minds that they started seeing him in ppl that look completely diff from him 😭😭 . The nctverse rlly is becoming like one of those creepypastas that are tagged for triggering paranoia. Sociologists need to start studying the nct phenomenon

[smashtbh]

Okay so, fic where reader and Billy have to bribe Max cause Billy got caught sneaking out to go smoke with reader in his car<33

Deal Maker

Billy Hargrove x M!reader | fem aligned + minors dni!

not my gif!

CW: swearing, drug use, mentions of eddie munson, sprinkle of jealous billy, max & billy having your average sibling dynamic, fluff, reader is a good boyfriend, short n sweet.

he/him pronouns are used to refer to the reader.

a/n: i dropped everything i was doing to write this so if theres any mistakes mb i got too excited 😭

Billy is sitting on his bed playing with the collar of his shirt when he sees the flashing lights from outside his window. He gets up to fix his hair one more time before opening it — running back to his door to make sure that it’s locked, then starts hopping out.

By the time he’s out, he sees Y/N smiling in the car. The headlights turn off as Billy starts to walk towards him. He opens the passenger door and is greeted by the smell of some good ass weed.

“Woah, holy shit.”

“Yeah,” Y/N laughs, “Munson hooked me up with some good stuff.”

Billy pouts as he sits down. “That’s cus he thinks you’re pretty.”

Y/N grins at him, grabbing the lighter in the cupholder. “Everyone thinks I’m pretty.”

“I know, it’s horrible.” Billy groans, reaching an arm over Y/N to uncomfortably hug him close in the small space. “They can look, s’long as they don’t touch.”

Y/N tries to get out of Billy’s grasp, but gives up when Billy won’t let go. “Nobody touches me when I have you hissing like a cat at anyone that looks my way a little too long.”

Billy just smiles and kisses his cheek. “Damn right.” He lets go and gets comfortable in his seat. “Spark up, baby.”

After a rather steamy smoke session, Y/N drives them around. He takes them to a gas station, getting snacks and drinks before driving them back to Billy’s place.

Billy asks Y/N to stay with him a little longer, so they smoke another joint in the car, make out for a good 20 minutes, then go back in the house through Billy’s window.

“We can watch a movie,” Billy says as he helps Y/N through, “Or we can finish what we started in the car.” He winks and waggles his eyebrows.

“That’s disgusting.”

Billy turns to the direction of his door, missing Y/N’s hand — causing Y/N to fall through the window and into the room.

“What the fu — “

“I picked the lock on your door because I thought you were ignoring me when I asked where all the icecream went.” Max says nonchalantly. “Guess you were doing.. other things.” She waves a hand at Y/N.

“Hi, Max.”

“Hi, ‘other things’. Care to tell me where you stole Billy to this time?” She asks, raising an eyebrow and leaning on the door frame.

“It doesn’t matter,” Billy interjects, “You won’t snitch, right?”

Max shrugs, “Maybe I will, maybe I won’t.”

Billy scratches his head in frustration, “Are you being serious right now?“ He leans on the wall behind him and slides to the floor where Y/N is laying down.

“Yep.” Max pops the P. “Would be a shame if I told ‘em you snuck out.” She combs a hand through her hair, “You’d loose your Camaro for weeks.”

Billy’s hand twitches. “Max.”

“Wouldn’t be able to go out, call anyone, and you’d be stuck with doing the dishes for months.” She laughs.

“Max, stop.” Billy sits up straighter. “We can make a deal.”

Max quiets at that. “I’m listening.”

Billy’s mouth closes to a thin line and he ponders for a moment. “Uh — I’ll.. I’ll drive you around for 3 weeks!” He fidgets with his earring, “Wherever you wanna go, I’ll take you.”

“Why would I need you to drive me around when Y/N takes me everywhere.” She rolls her eyes.

Y/N shrugs. “She pays gas money.”

Billy face palms. “Shut up, both of you.” He stands up, holding his hand out for Max.

“I’ll give you all my cassette tapes.”

Max’s expression changes to one of a child on the morning of their birthday. But Billy raises his finger to point at her, “Don’t snitch me out.”

Max shakes her head quickly, “Me? Snitch? Never.” She mumbles.

Billy grins, “Then they’re yours.”

“Really?!”

“No.”

“Are you fucking kidding me — “

“I’m joking! I’m joking!” Billy gasps for air as he laughs. “You can have ‘em. Just — let me borrow a couple every once in a while.”

Max scoffs before running and hugging Billy, wrapping her arms tight around his neck. “Thank you.” She mumbles.

“Yeah yeah, okay weirdo.” Billy says with no real malice, holding her for a moment before shoving her off of him.

She runs to his desk and grabs the bag of cassette tapes inside. She’s out the door with nothing but a “See ya, freaks!” and a middle finger.

Billy sighs before turning and looking at Y/N who finally stood up. “There goes all my damn music.”

Y/N smiles, walking towards him before hugging him. “That was a nice thing to do, sweetheart.”

“Thanks?”

“You’re welcome.”

“Fuckin’ weirdo.” Billy mutters as he goes on his tippy toes to kiss Y/N’s cheek.

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[imaslutformaybank]

Hey there! I read one of your Hawk fics and I really liked it! If you're up for it, can you do an angst fic with Eli Moskowitz?

Prompt (optional) : "are you ashamed of me?" And "Did you ever really love me?"

Thank you so much! Have a great day ahead!

somebody that i used to know❅

A/N: hi! thank you for your request.  i’m sorry that this is really short and kind of ass, but i’m not really the best at angst fics😭 anyway, i hope you enjoy!

one shot, blurb, or head canon?: one shot

pairing: hawk x reader

warnings: cursing, angst

wc: 918

eli moskowitz, or shall i say hawk, used to be a sweet guy. we became best friends in the 4th grade when he offered me the other half of his chocolate chip cookie. i always thought he was cute, but i didn't even think about being in a relationship with him until we were both juniors in high school.

i remember the exact moment, actually. we were sitting in the cafeteria eating our lunch. i told a really corny joke that caused him to laugh. the way he looked down at his hands as a light giggle exited his mouth made me realize how much i actually liked him.

i waited for months for him to make a move. nothing happened until he joined cobra kai. the very next day, his hair was blue and spiked up into a very interesting style.

"eli?" i asked, barely recognizing my own best friend as he walked up to me.

"actually, it's hawk now. but i need to talk to you about something," he said, causing me to furrow my eyebrows.

"what is it?"

"i know that you like me," he said, causing me to raise my eyebrows. "i like you too. i would like for you to be my girlfriend."

"um.." i started, not sure of what to say. "okay."

"wait, really?" he asked, his confidence faltering.

"yeah. like you said, i like you. apparently you like me too, so, okay."

"okay. cool. i'll see you at lunch," he said. i let out a light laugh, but nodded.

"see you at lunch."

he was still himself for a little while after that, still sweet and kind, but then something changed. he dropped his old friends, he was more aggressive, he was just... different.

today i'm supposed to hang out with him, but if i'm being honest, i'm not really looking forward to it. every day he strays farther from who he is.

eli <3

hey, i'll be there in ab 15 minutes, you ready?

me

yeah, i'll see you soon :)

seen

i huffed and set my phone down, slipping my shoes on. 15 minutes later, i got another text from eli, notifying me that he was here. i grabbed my bag and headed downstairs, yelling a small goodbye to my parents before going out the front door.

he was waiting in his parent's car as he scrolled through one of his social media apps.

"hey," i said as i got into the car. he leaned over to me, his eyes still glued to his phone. i rolled my eyes, knowing exactly what he wanted, and pressed a kiss against his lips.

"where are we going?" he asked, finally turning his phone off and looking over at me.

"mall?" i questioned as i buckled up. he shrugged and took off without replying.

"this is cute. don't you think?" i asked, looking back at my boyfriend. i sighed when i saw him smirking at his phone.

"hey," i said, grabbing his attention.

"what? sorry, i'm just talking with.." he stopped talking when he saw the look on my face, "right, i'm sorry."

he shoved his phone in his back pocket and smiled at me. i repeated my words from before, holding up a shirt of a band we both like.

"isn't this cool?" i asked.

"yeah, it's-"

"hawk!" i heard someone call. he turned around and i saw a tall blonde girl walking towards us.

"oh, hey," he said, turning his attention toward her.  i took a few steps forward so i was standing by his side.

"who's this?" the girl asked.

"oh, this is..." he turned to look at me, but didn't finish his sentence.

"i'm y/n. his girlfriend," i said. i heard him sigh next to me.

"oh.  cool.  i'm tory.  we're in cobra kai together," 'tory' said. i nodded.

"yeah, what are you doing here?" he asked. i furrowed my eyebrows.

"at the mall?" she asked, a laugh threatening to come out. "i'm here with aisha. oh! by the way, that butterfly kick you did in class yesterday was awesome."

"ooh, what's a butterfly kick?" i asked, causing tory to stifle a laugh. my eyebrows raised.

"i'll see you later," she said before walking away.

“really?” he asked, causing me to furrow my eyebrows.

“what?”

“’what’s a butterfly kick?’“ he asked, quoting my question from before.

“i don’t know what it is,” i said.  he scoffed and rolled his eyes. “did i embarrass you or something?” 

“yes, you did.”

“are you serious? eli, i-”

“it’s hawk.  how many times do i have to tell you that?”

“excuse me, hawk.  i’m sorry that i’m not a part of your little karate dojo that turns people into assholes,” i said.  he cocked his head to the side.

“maybe if you were, you wouldn’t be such a bitch,” he said.  

“are you serious? is that why you didn’t want her to know i was your girlfriend? you’re ashamed of me because i’m not a cobra?”

“no, i’m ashamed of you because i’m too good for you,” he said.  i was taken aback by his words.  tears began to well up in my eyes and i took a deep breath.

“you’re too good for me?” i asked him.  i could tell he regretted what he said, but it was too late now. “that used to be true, but now, the only one you’re fooling with that bullshit is yourself.”

with that, i walked away from the guy i once knew and loved.

[mouthfulloftoothpasterry]

It would be sooo cute if one of racerrrys kids had their birthday party at like a little mini go kart place. and they’d get all competitive against their friends since they’re copying what their dad does😭

OMG YES

At the place harry had rented out kids ten and younger had to ride with a parent or guardian, y/n was planning on riding with Poppy, and harry decided to let Beau and Grey do whatever they wanted. Harry didn’t rent the whole place out just to listen to the stupid rules.

Harry walks over to the birthday boy, crouching down and whispering in his ear to whisper “do you wanna win the go kart race?” Harry asks, looking over his little boy face while he chews on his pizza. Beau nods, smiling. “Okay, I’ll ride with you, monkey. We can win then.” Beau thanks him, giving him a little hug before running off with his friends.

“You’re going down, loser.” Y/n says to her husband, bouncing Poppy on her hip. Harry rolls his eyes, a tooth pick bobbing around his mouth while he talks. “I do this for a living, lover. You don’t stand a chance.” He pats her cheek with his large palm. She quickly turns her head and bites the side of it, “get away from me, asshole.” She jokes, smacking at his arm.

He laughs, rolling his eyes and pulling his newly five year old up to strap him in the go cart. “Hey, tell your mama that we’re gonna kick her ass.”

“We’re gonna kick your ass.” Beau says, smiling up at his head. “That’s my boy!”

“Don’t do that Harry!” Beau pouts when he realizes his dad tricked him, smacking him on the let. “I’m sorry mommy.” Y/n smiles down, kissing the top of Beaus head. “It’s okay, my love.”

“Don’t tell him to say that again, I swear.” Harry laughs while she pushes at his head, giving her a messy kiss before sliding himself in.

Harry slides his hand between the seatbelt and Beaus chest, pulling at it. “Seatbelt tight enough.” Beau nods, holding onto the black straps. Harry smiles, leaning over to kiss his nose. “Okay, let’s hit the road monkey.”

Harry starts flying off once they call “go!” Beau screams like he’s on a rollercoaster. “Whoa daddy! Slow down!” Harry laughs, shaking his head. “We can’t! We gotta win.” After three minutes they are already back at the start, being the first ones to finish.

“We wonnn! We are the best. I told you we would win. Now let’s go get cake and ice cream before anyone can.”

[bkdkau]

Part 93 — End.

✈︎Impossible // bkdk au

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a/n: helloooo! welcome to the last part of impossible! 😭 i actually really liked this au. i usually hate my writing but this turned out not so bad! i’m glad you all enjoyed it. thank you so much!

also, you probably don’t care, but i listened to the high school musical albums while writing this😌✨

I HOPE THIS MAKES SENSE BUT IF NOT PLS SEND QUESTIONS!!💕

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5 years later…

it’s peaceful in the bakugo household; quiet and clean. there’s a slight breeze coming in through the windows from the bright spring day. it’s starting to warm up these days.

izuku is working in the garage with the door opened, listening for a pattering of tiny feet. his phone is playing his ceramics playlist which is just 80s alternative music. he’s working on a commissioned piece that’s gotta be done by the end of the week. he’s making good progress and might even finish before then.

he’s humming along with the music and works in peace for another good 20 minutes. he immediately stops, though, upon hearing small feet slowly make their way towards the garage. izuku needs to enforce a sock rule during spring since the tile floors are still a bit cold.

he stops his wheel and goes about washing his hands in the sink katsuki built. he remembers suggesting to ask sero to install it since he is in the construction business, but katsuki threw a fit. something about hurting his pride— izuku doesn’t know.

he dries his hands and turns around in time to see his 3 year old daughter: itsuki bakugo. she rubs her eyes sleepily, just having woke up from a nap. izuku has started making her take naps in order to keep up with the time when katsuki comes home. when she wakes up, izuku knows it’s time to start dinner as well.

izuku smiles at her. “hi princess. have a good nap?”

the little girl nods, her eyes still a bit droopy. she has some blonde curls sticking out of her pigtails, framing her cute face. she looks like an adorable mix of izuku and katsuki; the blonde, curly hair, green eyes, katsuki’s nose, and izuku’s freckles. she has katsuki’s personality, in the sense of her determination and passion. izuku is also like that, but she seemed to have gained his artistic side.

as well as izuku’s loudness.

“alright, good. wanna help with dinner or do you want to play?” izuku asks her, taking her hand and going further into the kitchen. he closes the garage door.

“play,” she mumbles. she’s usually quiet after waking up, but playing with her toys gets her warmed up.

“okay, princess. go on.” izuku bends down to kiss her cheek.

she goes back down the hall to her room and izuku waits until he hears the sounds of a tea party starting. his baby is so cute.

izuku sets out to make dinner.

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“stop it! give it back, you poopyhead!”

“reach for it, short stack!”

“you big meanie! i’m telling on you! daddyyy!”

itsuki runs into the kitchen looking for her blonde father. she finds him standing at the sink cleaning dishes.

“daddy! big brother kota is being a poopyhead and a meanie! tell him to stop!” she stomps her little foot with a huff, her tiny hands balled into fists at her sides.

katsuki, who had heard them arguing (he finds it quite amusing, to be honest) sets down the pan he’s washing. he rinses the soap off his hands and dries them quickly.

“kota is being a poopyhead and a meanie? that’s a double whammy, hm princess.” he picks her up and places her on his hip. he kisses his daughter’s head.

itsuki frowns up at her daddy. “kick him out! now!”

katsuki chuckles at that. sometimes he can’t tell if she hangs out with him too much or izuku.

“no can do princess. not until later, at least. how about i beat his ass for ya?”

itsuki lights up at that and nods enthusiastically. “yes please! thank you daddy!”

she surges forward to wrap her arms around katsuki’s neck. katsuki smiles and makes his way to her room. kota is there on his phone, laughing at something.

“nothing is ever that damn funny.” katsuki says, startling kota.

the kid was 13 now, and taller than izuku. he’s still a brat, but katsuki is glad he decided to keep coming around all these years. he was extremely happy when he found out that they were having a baby and had wanted to help with the nursery.

now, here he is, 3 years later, tormenting the poor girl.

“you wouldn’t get it, old man.” kota says, sticking his tongue out after.

“what you don’t get is that you can’t make my daughter cry. give her the shit back, whatever it is that you took.” katsuki sets itsuki down and the little girl glares at kota.

the teenager rolls his eyes and pulls out a barbie doll from behind his back. “you’re no fun, itsuki. i was only messing around.”

itsuki snatches her doll back and goes back to playing dress up. katsuki snorts at kota.

kota looks up at him. “she really is your kid.”

he stands up and katsuki ruffles his hair. “damn right she is. get ready, shino will be here soon. make sure you’re not leaving anything behind. i ain’t responsible if you lose something.”

kota gathers his things from the hallway closet. “when is uncle zuku coming back? i wanna see him before i leave.”

katsuki is back in the kitchen to finish cleaning up. “fuck if i know. hey, you never grew out that puppy crush on deku, huh brat?”

kota’s face immediately turns red as he sputters out, “i-i never had a st-stupid crush!”

katsuki laughs out loud. “yeah you did! for a good 3 years at that!”

“i did not! shut up!”

“you didn’t what? and stop yelling in my house; kacchan and itsuki do that enough.”

a new voice joined the conversation. kota and katsuki turn their heads to izuku, who just got back.

katsuki scoffs at his husband. “shut the hell up. princess and i can yell all we want in our house,” izuku rolls his eyes as he kisses katsuki’s cheek in greeting. “anyway, i was talking about the brat’s crush on you.”

kota stomps his foot with his fists balled at his sides, a glare on his acne covered face. “i don’t have a crush! that’s weird!”

suddenly, itsuki had come running in hearing all the commotion. she ran straight into izuku’s awaiting arms.

“papa! i missed you!” she presses a wet kiss to izuku’s nose.

the greenette only smiles and kisses her nose as well. “i missed you too, princess. and kota, you still have a crush on me; i can tell. it’s okay, you’ll find someone your age soon.”

“i hate this house!” kota shouts and stomps out the front door. katsuki and izuku only laugh.

they can’t help but tease the teen. he’s basically apart of their little family so they have the right to.

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after making sure kota was all right and safely in the car with his cousin, izuku gave itsuki a bath and put her to bed. katsuki has went into her room to bid her goodnight as well.

now, the two were cuddled in bed, ready to start their fun day routine all over over again.

izuku was the big spoon tonight, kind of. katsuki is lying on izuku’s stomach with his arms around his waist. izuku is playing with his hair.

it’s a somber night; it might rain later on. but they listen to the wind blowing softly outside, even though the windows are closed. it’s quiet enough you could hear a pin drop. not even their matching breaths could be heard in the darkness.

katsuki is absentmindedly tracing his husband’s wedding band. izuku is smiling sleepily at the feeling.

the blonde breaks the quiet atmosphere with hushed words.

“it’s really been 3 years, hm?”

“yeah.” izuku whispers.

“seems like a life time.”

“together for 8 years and married for 3.”

“you aren’t sick of me yet?”

a quiet giggle. “shouldn’t i ask you that?”

“i’ll never be sick of you. over my dead body i’ll let you leave me.”

“i’ll never let you leave even if we are dead. ghost husbands.”

“fuck yeah. we can haunt people and shit.”

“if that’s what you want, kacchan.”

“fuck, i love you.”

“i love you more.”

“fuckin impossible.”

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