#i’m just constantly busy these days i don’t like it

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AN: Annnd we're back! Buckle up guys, because if you thought Nancy was fucking up before you have no idea lolololol

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Nancy Narrates: [Three weeks had gone by since the holidays. I was starting to see less of Vanessa, who was constantly busy with her work]

Nancy Narrates: [I tried my to hide how much I missed her around but I was certain my yearning was written all over my face]

Queenie: [hums absently] The holiday issue of the foundation’s newsletter is late. No surprise, it was late last year as well.

Queenie: Did you fire your stylist, Nancy? You’re not even coordinated with your husband and sons, it’s as if they’ve plucked a stranger off the street and had you pose together.

Geoffrey: With all due respect, Nancy looks amazing. She always does. She puts a great deal of effort into how she presents herself in front of the press.

Queenie: Looking the part is the point, Geoffrey. Regardless if she is standing CEO, she is a wife and mother first. I've mentioned this to her countless times, it’s as though she's still a little girl.

Geoffrey: [whispers] Hey. You looked amazing, Nancy. You always do.

Jonathan: Can we play in the courtyard, Grandma?

Queenie: Of course you can, my darling. I was just looking over your holiday photos, and you looked so very handsome, Jonathan.

Malcolm: And me? What about me!

Queenie: [frowns] Where on Earth did you get this...this girlish necklace from?

Malcolm: Mommy’s best friend got it for me for Christmas.

Queenie: [rolls eyes] Ah. Right. The movie star.

Malcolm: Auntie V isn’t a movie star.

Queenie: And who exactly is Auntie V?

Jonathan: Mommy’s friend from school, Auntie Vanessa.

Queenie: Villareal?

Nancy: I- D-didn’t you boys want to play in the um, in the courtyard?

Queenie: Geoffrey. I trust that you are doing your part by keeping your wife aligned with the values of our faith, yes? I’d hate to see her fall into old habits.

[phone rings]

Vanessa: Hello?

Nancy: Hi.

Vanessa: Hi Nancy. How are you, love?

Nancy: Miserable. I’m having breakfast at my mother’s. [chuckles softly]

Vanessa: Oh fuck. [laughs] That sucks, I’m sorry babes.

Nancy: [sighs] I miss you.

Vanessa: I miss you too.

Nancy: When can I see you again?

Vanessa: Soon. I have a business trip in DSV. I’ll be gone a few days.

Nancy: A few days? You’ll miss my birthday..

Vanessa: Trust me, that’s the last thing I want. But you know how it is with work.

Nancy: [hesitates] You don’t suppose- I don’t want to impose but...maybe I could come with you?

Vanessa: Come with me on my work trip?

Nancy: I know how to keep myself busy. I won’t interfere with your work- whatever it is. But I’d like to spend my birthday together. It’s the only thing I want. Please.

Vanessa: Well, when you sound so sweet like that, how could I ever refuse?

-

Geoffrey: So, you’ll be gone a week.

Nancy: Right. You know Judy. Every day is an event.

Geoffrey: Vanessa too, right?

Nancy: Well...yes, of course. Just my two best friends celebrating my birthday with me.

Geoffrey: Right. Yeah.

Nancy: Oh, and I’ve already told the boys we can all celebrate together when I’m back. I told them not to fuss about it, I promise I won’t be too partied out.

Geoffrey: Nancy?

Geoffrey: Are you having an affair?

Nancy: W-what did you just say to me?

Geoffrey: I said, are you having an affair?

Nancy: [voice tremors] W-why? Why are you asking me that?

Geoffrey: I saw the marks, Nance. I wasn’t sure, at first, but I saw them. On the inside of your thigh on our anniversary. They look like hickies. And I kept thinking about when you came home late from work in tears...but you never said why. Is there someone else? Another man? Another...

Nancy: Oh my god- no! No, Geoffrey! I’d never- I’ve always bruised easily, you know that. I could have bruised myself at work, on site. And that night.. I know that I’m not a good wife. I know I’ve been away from home. I’m trying to do better. I am. You know that. But I am not having an affair of all things.

Geoffrey: But I saw them, Nance...

Nancy: [whimpers] You are the only man I’ve ever loved. Please...please believe that. I need you to believe it.

Geoffrey: Nancy..

Nancy: I love you so much. I do.

Geoffrey: [exhales] Nancy-

[car horn beeps]

Nancy: That’s Vanessa. Should I send her away? I could stay home, if you want.

Geoffrey: [frowns] If I want?

Nancy: I don’t have to go. I can stay.

Geoffrey: You should go.

Nancy: Are you sure, Geoffrey?

Geoffrey: if that’s what you want.

Nancy: [gently] I love you.

Vanessa: Ready?

Nancy: Yes. I’m ready.

[echo-riot]

jealous ambessa x gf reader. ambessa treats reader rude & cold because of jealousy and the reader doesn't understand why and gets sad. thanks :3

���⛧ The Storm Beneath (Ambessa X Reader) ✞⛧

Warnings: Emotional tension and miscommunication, Angst with a comforting resolution.

Ambessa Medarda was a woman of great composure. A Noxian General, a tactician, and a force of nature who could command a battlefield without breaking a sweat. But in the confines of your shared life, that composure seemed to crumble whenever a particular emotion clawed its way to the surface: jealousy.

At first, you didn’t notice. Ambessa had always been a little reserved with her affection in public, her sharp eyes constantly scanning the room, calculating. So when her demeanor toward you shifted from warmth to something cold and curt, you chalked it up to her having a bad day.

“Are you all right?” you asked her one evening as she sat at the dining table, her focus locked on the drink in her hand instead of you.

“I’m fine,” she replied, her tone clipped.

You frowned, tilting your head. “Are you sure? You’ve been distant lately.”

Her golden eyes flicked to you, unreadable and sharp. “Not everything is about you,” she said flatly before rising from the table and leaving the room without another word.

The sting of her words settled deep in your chest. Ambessa was never one for flowery declarations of love, but she’d always treated you with respect, even in moments of frustration. This coldness was new, and you couldn’t understand where it was coming from.

The days that followed were no better. Conversations were short and strained, her responses curt and dismissive. When you reached for her hand, she would pull away under the guise of being “busy.” The distance between you grew, and no matter how hard you tried to bridge it, she seemed determined to keep you at arm’s length.

One evening, after yet another cold interaction, you couldn’t hold it in anymore. “Ambessa, what is going on with you?”

She barely looked up from the papers she was reading, her expression impassive. “Nothing is going on.”

“That’s a lie,” you said, your voice trembling with frustration. “You’ve been cold, distant, and—frankly—rude. Did I do something to upset you? If I did, just tell me.”

Her jaw tightened, and for a moment, you thought she might actually answer. But instead, she stood, gathering her papers. “I don’t have time for this.”

And just like that, she walked away, leaving you standing in the middle of the room, your heart sinking under the weight of her indifference.

The breaking point came a week later. You were out at a gathering, one of Ambessa’s political obligations that she insisted you accompany her to. The room was filled with important faces and hushed conversations, but you couldn’t shake the tension radiating from your partner.

You’d been speaking with a diplomat—a kind, older gentleman who’d taken an interest in your thoughts on trade routes. The conversation was light and pleasant, and for a moment, you felt at ease.

But when you turned to find Ambessa, her expression was like thunderclouds. She was watching you from across the room, her jaw clenched, her hand gripping her glass tightly.

When you approached her, the frost in her gaze sent a chill down your spine. “Having fun?” she asked, her tone laced with sarcasm.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” you asked, frowning.

She shrugged, her lips curling into a humorless smile. “You seemed rather engrossed in your conversation. Didn’t want to interrupt.”

The insinuation in her words hit you like a slap. “Are you… jealous?”

Ambessa scoffed, her voice low and venomous. “Don’t flatter yourself.”

Her words cut deep, and for the first time in your relationship, you felt tears prick at the corners of your eyes. “I don’t understand what I’ve done to make you treat me like this,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper.

Ambessa didn’t respond. Instead, she turned and walked away, leaving you standing there, feeling small and hurt in a room full of strangers.

The drive home was silent. Ambessa sat rigidly in the driver’s seat, her hands gripping the wheel tightly. You stared out the window, your reflection a pale ghost against the dark glass.

When you arrived home, you couldn’t take it anymore. As soon as the door closed behind you, you turned to her. “Why are you doing this?”

She froze, her back to you. “Doing what?”

“This,” you said, gesturing helplessly. “Being cold, distant, and—” Your voice cracked. “And making me feel like I’m not enough for you.”

Ambessa turned slowly, her expression a mix of anger and something else—something softer, almost vulnerable. “You think you’re not enough for me?”

“What else am I supposed to think?” you said, tears streaming down your face now. “You’ve been treating me like I’m a burden, like I’m not worth your time. I don’t understand why.”

For a moment, she just stood there, her broad shoulders tense, her hands clenched at her sides. Then she let out a long, shaky breath and ran a hand through her hair. “I’m sorry,” she said, her voice low and rough

You blinked, caught off guard by the sudden apology. “What?”

“I’m sorry,” she repeated, her golden eyes meeting yours. “I’ve been unfair to you.”

“Why?” you asked, your voice trembling. “Why have you been acting like this?”

Ambessa hesitated, the unshakable general suddenly looking unsure of herself. “Because I was jealous,” she admitted finally.

Your heart twisted at the admission. “Jealous? Of what?”

“Of the way people look at you,” she said, her voice tight. “The way they talk to you, like they’re trying to steal you away from me. I know it’s irrational, but I couldn’t stop it. And instead of talking to you about it, I… lashed out.”

You stared at her, the weight of her words sinking in. “Ambessa, no one could ever take me away from you,” you said softly. “I love you. Only you.”

Her shoulders sagged, and for the first time in weeks, the tension seemed to leave her body. “I know,” she said, stepping closer. “But I let my fear get the better of me. And in doing so, I hurt you. That’s the last thing I ever wanted.”

You reached for her, your hands resting on her chest as you looked up into her eyes. “I just want you to talk to me,” you said. “Don’t push me away when you’re feeling like that. I want to help you, not fight with you.”

Ambessa’s hands came up to cup your face, her thumbs brushing away the tears on your cheeks. “I promise,” she said, her voice thick with emotion. “I’ll do better. I’ll talk to you next time. No more walls.”

You nodded, leaning into her touch. “Good. Because I can’t stand this distance between us.”

She pulled you into her arms, holding you tightly as if she could physically erase the pain she’d caused. “Neither can I,” she murmured into your hair.

For the first time in weeks, you felt like you had your Ambessa back—the strong, steady presence who loved you fiercely, even if she didn’t always know how to show it. And as you stood there, wrapped in her arms, you knew that whatever storms came your way, you’d weather them together.

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Oneshot Request: Imagine, Jayce has a younger sister (age gap of 2-3 years) and he ships Sis Reader x Viktor sooo badly. Like, he tries everything, that these two finally become a thing. When Sis Reader x Viktor are after a looong slow-burn-romance-thing in a relationship, Jayce switches from the supportive, older brother to the "Hurt my baby sister and I throw you of the bridge". What would Sis Reader and Viktor too stunned to speak xD

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Jayce had always been a meddler. Y/N had known this better than anyone, having grown up with him constantly poking his nose into her business. Viktor, too, had quickly learned this once he and Jayce began working together. But neither of them could have foreseen just how far Jayce would go when he decided they should be together.

It started subtly enough—small comments here and there.

“Hey, Y/N, did you know Viktor’s favourite tea is chamomile? You should bring him some next time you’re in the lab. He’d love that.”

Or, “Viktor, don’t you think my sister’s the perfect blend of brains and beauty? Honestly, if she weren’t my sister, I’d set her up with my best friend. Oh, wait—that’s you!”

Y/N would groan, cheeks aflame, while Viktor shifted uncomfortably, his grip on his cane tightening as though it might shield him from Jayce’s relentless teasing. But Jayce didn’t stop. If anything, he doubled down.

He began orchestrating scenarios to throw them together. “You two can handle this project alone; I’m swamped,” he’d say, conveniently forgetting to show up for their meetings. He hosted dinners and somehow always managed to seat them next to each other. He even pulled blatant stunts like disappearing mid-lunch with a wink and a mumbled, “You two need some alone time.”

“Jayce, this is getting ridiculous,” Y/N hissed at him one evening as they sat at a dinner he’d arranged, her seat—of course—right next to Viktor’s. Jayce shot her an innocent grin that fooled absolutely no one.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he replied smoothly, though the mischievous twinkle in his eye betrayed him.

Meanwhile, Viktor tried his best to remain neutral, though the faint blush creeping up his neck was impossible to miss. He’d never been one for open displays of affection, but being caught in the orbit of Jayce’s scheming made things more complicated than they needed to be.

It wasn’t as though they didn’t like each other. In fact, Y/N and Viktor’s connection ran deep. They shared quiet moments in the lab, bouncing ideas off one another late into the night. Viktor appreciated Y/N’s sharp mind and her unwavering kindness, and Y/N admired Viktor’s brilliance and the depth of his character. Their bond was undeniable, built on a foundation stronger than even the most advanced Hextech core.

But there were obstacles. Viktor hesitated, fearful that his health and the demands of his work would burden her. Y/N, for her part, worried that crossing the line from friendship to romance might jeopardise everything they’d built. And so, they tiptoed around their feelings, hesitant to take the leap.

Jayce, however, was having none of it.

One day, Jayce stormed into the lab with the determination of a man on a mission. “Alright, that’s it!” he declared, startling both Y/N and Viktor, who had been quietly working at opposite ends of the room. “You two like each other. Everyone knows it. Just admit it already!”

They froze, wide-eyed and completely caught off guard, Viktor nearly dropping the tool in his hand while Y/N slowly turned to glare at her brother.

“Jayce, this is hardly—” Viktor began, his voice tinged with discomfort, only to be cut off.

“I’m not leaving until you confess,” Jayce announced, crossing his arms and planting himself firmly in the centre of the lab like an immovable object.

“Jayce!” Y/N’s voice was a mix of embarrassment and exasperation. “You can’t just—”

“Confess!” he demanded dramatically, pointing between them like he was officiating a duel.

Y/N pinched the bridge of her nose, muttering something under her breath, while Viktor nervously adjusted his grip on his cane. The two exchanged a quick glance, a silent conversation passing between them in the space of a heartbeat.

Finally, Y/N let out a long sigh and folded her arms. “Fine. You want the truth?”

Jayce straightened, his grin triumphant. “Yes, finally!”

She hesitated for a moment, as if weighing her options, before shrugging. “We’re already dating.”

The room fell silent, and for a moment, it was as if Jayce hadn’t fully processed what she’d said.

“You’re… what?” he finally sputtered, his grin faltering.

“Dating,” Viktor repeated softly, though his tone was more resigned than triumphant. He glanced at Y/N, then back at Jayce, as if bracing for an explosion. “For a while now.”

Jayce blinked, his gaze darting between the two of them. “Wait. How long is ‘a while’?”

Y/N exchanged another glance with Viktor, who gave a tiny shrug. “Not that long,” she hedged. “Just… a few months.”

“A few months?” Jayce’s voice shot up an octave. “And you didn’t tell me?”

“Exactly,” Y/N said with a pointed look, “because of this.” She gestured to the dramatic scene unfolding around them. “Do you know how unbearable you’d have been if we’d told you straight away? You’d have taken all the credit!”

“Of course I would’ve!” Jayce said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. “Because it’s true! I’ve been trying to set you two up for ages!”

“That’s precisely why we didn’t tell you,” Viktor said, his voice dry but laced with a hint of amusement.

Jayce’s jaw dropped, his hands flying to his hips. “So you mean to tell me that I did all the work, and you two didn’t even have the decency to let me gloat about it?”

“We were sparing ourselves the torment,” Y/N replied flatly.

Jayce groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “Unbelievable. All this time, I’ve been orchestrating the perfect set-up, and you were already together.”

“Well, not everything revolves around you,” Y/N teased, unable to hide her smirk.

Jayce stared at her, then at Viktor, before finally throwing his hands up in defeat. “Fine. Fine! But I’m still claiming partial credit for this.”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “Of course you are.”

“And,” Jayce added, his tone suddenly serious as he stepped closer to Viktor, “now that I know, let me make one thing perfectly clear.” He placed a heavy hand on Viktor’s shoulder, his gaze narrowing. “If you hurt my baby sister—even by accident—I will throw you off the bridge. Are we clear?”

Viktor froze, his grip tightening on his cane as his lips parted in stunned silence. “I… Yes, of course,” he stammered.

“Jayce!” Y/N exclaimed, shoving her brother aside. “What is wrong with you?”

“What?” Jayce said defensively. “I’m just making sure he knows the rules.”

“Your rules are insane,” Y/N shot back, though her voice lacked any real heat.

Viktor, still processing, looked between the two siblings, his expression caught somewhere between exasperation and amusement. “I appreciate… your concern,” he said carefully, his voice tinged with dry humour.

Y/N groaned, burying her face in her hands. “This is exactly what we were trying to avoid.”

Jayce just laughed, his smug grin practically lighting up the room. “You can’t avoid me forever. And hey, now I get to say I was right all along!”

One evening, Y/N and Viktor were in her flat, quietly enjoying the rare tranquillity of each other’s company. They were cuddled up on the sofa, Viktor’s arm draped loosely over her shoulders while she rested her head against his chest. The soft glow of the lamp lit the room in a warm, golden hue, casting long shadows that danced gently across the walls. A forgotten cup of tea sat on the coffee table, its steam now dissipated as the pair lost themselves in the quiet comfort of the moment. Viktor’s slender fingers traced absent patterns along Y/N’s arm, his touch soothing and familiar, while she smiled softly, her eyes fluttering closed.

The peace shattered as the door burst open without warning.

“Oi, you two better be dressed!” Jayce bellowed, covering his eyes dramatically with one hand as he stormed in, his heavy footsteps echoing across the room.

Y/N jolted upright in alarm, nearly elbowing Viktor in the ribs in the process. “Jayce! What the hell are you doing here?” she shouted, glaring at her older brother.

Viktor, who had been startled but managed to maintain his composure, arched a brow and deadpanned, “Perhaps next time, you could try knocking? Just a suggestion.”

Y/N snorted at Viktor’s sarcasm, but her frustration returned as Jayce peeked through his fingers with a smirk.

“Relax,” Jayce said, lowering his hand with an exaggerated sigh of relief when he saw they were fully clothed. “Just doing my duty as a protective older brother. Wouldn’t want to accidentally walk in on something scarring.”

“Jayce!” Y/N groaned, burying her face in her hands. “I cannot believe you.”

Jayce, grinning ear to ear and clearly unbothered, strutted over to the sofa like he owned the place. Without so much as a by-your-leave, he plopped himself down between them, making himself comfortable as the sofa sank under his weight. Y/N and Viktor, now separated, exchanged equally exasperated looks.

“What’s up, lovebirds?” Jayce asked casually, slinging an arm along the back of the sofa and stretching out with an air of smug satisfaction.

Y/N rolled her eyes so hard it was a miracle they didn’t get stuck. “Jayce, seriously? Don’t you have your own flat to bother people in?”

Ignoring her entirely, Jayce turned his attention to Viktor. “So, Viktor,” he began, his grin widening, “how’s it going? Treating my baby sister right, yeah?”

Viktor leaned back slightly, his expression both amused and weary. “I was under the impression that I am, though I’m sure you’ll correct me if I’m mistaken.”

“Good man,” Jayce said with a nod, clapping Viktor on the shoulder. “Because if you don’t…” He leaned in with mock seriousness. “You know what happens.”

Viktor tilted his head, his tone dry. “Let me guess—‘the bridge’?”

Jayce’s grin turned positively wicked. “Exactly! You’re catching on. I like that.”

“Jayce,” Y/N snapped, shoving him in the side with her elbow, “leave. Now.”

“Not until I’m satisfied,” Jayce replied smugly, refusing to budge.

Y/N sighed heavily and leaned back against the sofa, folding her arms. “You’re impossible.”

“And you’re were cuddling,” Jayce pointed out with mock horror, waving his hand between the two of them. “What happened to ‘no PDA in front of me’?”

“Oh well I'm sorry that I wasn't expecting you to barge in here!” Y/N shot back, her voice rising in frustration.

Jayce shrugged nonchalantly. “Details, details.”

Viktor, now fully embracing the absurdity of the situation, chuckled softly. “He does make things… lively, I’ll give him that.”

“Don't encourage this,” Y/N muttered, pinching the bridge of her nose as Jayce stretched out even further, looking far too pleased with himself.

“What can I say?” Jayce said with a self-satisfied grin. “I’m the perfect mix of annoying and lovable. You’re welcome.”

Y/N groaned audibly, slumping back against the cushions. Viktor turned to her, his lips quirking into a faint smile before glancing back at Jayce. “So this is part of dating her, I take it?” he asked, his voice dry with amusement.

“Oh, absolutely,” Y/N said, throwing her hands up in mock surrender. “Welcome to the chaos. You’ve been warned.”

Jayce leaned forward, clapping Viktor on the back again with a grin. “You’re basically family now, Vik. Get used to it.”

“Lucky me,” Viktor murmured, his words edged with dry humour, though the warmth in his voice was unmistakable. He shot a sideways glance at Y/N, catching the faintest glimmer of a smile tugging at the corner of her lips.

Y/N let out an exasperated sigh, her head resting comfortably against Viktor’s shoulder. She closed her eyes for a moment, soaking in the rare, peaceful serenity of their quiet evening, before speaking in a soft, almost resigned tone. “You’re never going to let us have a peaceful evening, are you?”

Jayce, unfazed by the irritation in Y/N’s voice, leaned back with a smirk plastered on his face, the twinkle in his eye as mischievous as ever. “Not a chance. I personally do not wanna be an uncle just yet,” he said dramatically, folding his arms over his chest as he settled even more comfortably on the couch. “And I’m sure Mama doesn’t want to be a grandmother either,” he added with a wink, as though the suggestion of the future was an absurdity he found utterly amusing.

Despite her earlier frustration, Y/N couldn’t suppress the small smile that tugged at her lips. She shook her head in disbelief, her eyes flicking briefly to Viktor, who had to fight back a grin of his own at Jayce’s antics. As maddening as her older brother was, Y/N couldn’t help but be amused by his antics. His chaotic, overbearing nature, his complete disregard for personal boundaries—it was all familiar, and in its own way, endearing. This was Jayce, the one who’d always been there, pushing her buttons, teasing her endlessly, yet somehow making everything feel... just a little brighter. Infuriating, sure, but undeniably hers.

“Are you done?” she asked, though her tone had softened, and her eyes were starting to glint with a fondness she couldn’t quite suppress.

Jayce, entirely unperturbed, leaned back even further, his arms casually draped across the back of the sofa as though he owned the place. “Not a chance,” he replied cheekily. “I’m just making sure you two know what you’re getting into.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, her head

sinking back against Viktor’s shoulder again as she let out a long, exaggerated sigh. “I swear, you’re like a shadow that never leaves.”

Jayce’s grin only grew wider as he leaned forward slightly, looking at her with a knowing glint in his eye. “You love it, admit it. No one’s ever bored when I’m around.”

Y/N sighed again, but there was no real heat behind it this time. “I swear, Jayce, you should’ve been a plague. No one can get rid of you.”

“Don’t think of me as a plague,” Jayce said dramatically, his hand pressed to his chest in mock hurt. “I prefer ‘your ever-loving, annoyingly good-hearted older brother.’”

Viktor, who had been watching the exchange with mild amusement, raised a brow and gave Jayce an amused, exasperated look. “I think I’ve got a pretty good handle on what I’m getting into,” he replied dryly. “I’ve been warned.”

Jayce leaned in, lowering his voice as if imparting a secret. “It’s not just a warning. It’s a life sentence.”

Y/N groaned in mock defeat, now fully resigned to the fact that Jayce was here to stay. “This is my life now, isn’t it?”

“Yup,” Jayce confirmed with an exaggerated nod, looking overly pleased with himself. “And don’t you forget it.”

Viktor chuckled softly, shaking his head in amusement as he looked over at Y/N. “You really didn’t warn me enough, did you?”

She gave him a playful eye roll. “You really thought I could prepare you for this?”

Jayce stretched out dramatically, his legs sprawling across the couch, as if making himself even more at home. “You’d be surprised how adaptable you get. I’m like the chaos you can’t escape.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, but there was a faint smile playing at the corner of her lips. Even if she’d never admit it aloud, she wouldn’t change her chaotic, overbearing family for anything.

[enhard]

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MEAN!JUNGWON X FEM!READER

(i accidentally deleted their request but i have a pic of it i hope the person knows who they are🙏)

pairing: bf!y.jw x fem!reader

cw: SMUT , fluff at the end, blowjob, rough sex, pet names, unprotected sex, creampie, very jealous won, mean sex, everything is consensual, muscle won🫦

thank u sm for this request anon!! i’ve been thinking about this and it is so sexy and perfect hopefully i wrote what u expected </3

“You’re home!” you exclaim, seeing your boyfriend enter your apartment. You’re innocently sitting on your couch, just wearing his hoodie with nothing but your underwear on underneath. He hits you with a cold “hey” before taking his shoes off. Your smile wipes off your face instantly, not understanding what’s wrong with him.

“Did.. something happen, won?” you say a little worried.

You can see him rolling his eyes at your words while taking his jacket off, revealing his contoured arm muscles. “You’re gonna act like you’re clueless?” he asks.

You ponder on his words, slowly crossing your arms. You furrow your eyebrows a bit, trying your best to make eye contact. He completely avoids eye contact though.

“Clueless… about what.. I don’t understand.” you sigh.

“Well you know, since you wanna act like you don’t know anything, today I found out that you went to the mall with Sunghoon. You forgot that?” he spits out.

You freeze a little. Two days ago you went out to a shop with Sunghoon just so you could waste time. Your boyfriend was busy at the time and Sunghoon offered to take you there… You’re just friends though.

“Jungwon… There’s nothing going on between us. We just went as friends.” you say hesitant.

“Oh yeah? then why didn’t you tell me anything?” he slowly walks towards the couch.

“I didn’t think it was that important…” you say with half a mouth.

He walks in front of you, smacking his hand against the couch arm making you flinch. “Did you enjoy his presence more than mine? Huh? Does he kiss you better than me?” you look at him in disbelief, your heartbeat getting faster.

“What?… Jungwon… I only love you. I’d never cheat on you. Sunghoon and I are just friends.” you really cross your arms now, looking at him a little pissed.

He grabs onto your jaw, keeping your head locked to his eyes. “I’m gonna put you in your place, and you tell me if he could ever fuck you like I will right now.”

You grab onto his arm, trying to make him loosen his grip on your face but to no avail. You lift yourself up to sit on your knees, and he follows your movements with his hand. “Won…” you look up at him with pleading eyes while biting the inside of your cheek.

“Stop looking at me like that or I might just rip these clothes off you.” he says in a low voice.

His words are so hot for no damn reason, he went from being upset at you to this in a split second, how could you even react? You just had to play along, those muscles alone did something to you.

“What’s stopping you from ripping them?” you ask a little pouty.

“That bratty mouth, might need to shut you up first.” he says, rubbing his thumb over your lips. You constantly look up at him, but your hands move to his belt right away. Once he sees what you’re doing, he releases the grasp on your face finally, your cheeks more swollen than before. He stares down at you, licking his lips.

You quickly take off his belt, throwing it across the room. You continue with his tight pants sliding them down to his knees. He gently grabs onto your hair as you palm his dick through his boxers. After you see how serious he looks at you, you act fast; taking his boxers off to see his cock spring up for you. You grab the base of it, leaning it to take the pink tip in your mouth. After his tip makes contact with your tongue, he’s quick to push your head forward, making you take his whole length in one go. You choke slightly, grabbing onto his thighs.

“If your mouth is so big to talk back to me, it can take my dick too, right?”

You nod with tears in your eyes. He slowly pulls out, thrusting back into your mouth with full force making you moan on his dick. Then he goes again. And again. And again.

“That’s what your mouth is good for. You’re taking it so well.” he says, picking up his pace.

You already can’t take it anymore, leaking saliva everywhere. You make a sortiment of different muffled sounds, trying to make him to atleast let you breathe but he loves it too much now. He fucks your mouth a few more times before pulling out. His goal wasn’t to cum, he just wanted to teach you a lesson. He grabs your neck now, watching your saliva run down your chin and on your knees.

“See now you can behave, why do you love being a brat just when i’m mad?” he says, slapping your face with his other hand. The sound of the smack echoes.

“I-I’m sorry… i’ll listen to you now..” you look at him, more desperate for his cock than ever.

He takes his shirt off, and slides off his pants off fully before moving to you. He smiles in his mind seeing that hoodie of his on you, but he’s never been more excited to take it off. Luckily you wore no bra that day, so the sight immediately blinded him. He leans in to kiss your nipples, switching between them every kiss or so.

He immediately moves his hands down your abdomen to the hem of your panties. He makes you spread your legs so he can get between them, ripping your panties apart with one strong movement. You just variate between looking at his hands and his pretty face. He throws the pieces of fabric on the floor, spitting on his fingers to rub your pussy with. You grab onto your knees tightly, getting ready to take him.

He leans in to give you a heated kiss, biting your lip in the process. He positions his dick, getting ready to thrust into you.

He gets his whole length in, in one go, making you gasp. He begins his heavy thrusts, pounding you into the couch cushion with each one. “I’m gonna fuck you so good you’ll forget all about him.” He says, leaning in to bury his head into your neck. He goes faster and faster, grabbing onto your waist. He’s completely destroying your insides with his rough thrusts, you could feel his anger and you couldn’t help but smile.

“Such.. a whore. You’re all mine, understand?”

“Fuck… Jungwon… please.. i’m only yours.” you moan out, and that determines him to lift your legs up to his shoulders. He gets so deep inside you, it’s making you dizzy.

He sits up again, using his thumb on your clit making you shake a little. “S..stop I’m gonna…” you cry.

“You’re gonna.. what? Hm? Tell me love, let me hear you.” he circles your clit faster.

“won… ‘m gonna cum… please…plea..” you say, shutting your eyes.

“Aww.. already? can’t my brat handle any more? cum for me.” he says, squeezing your clit.

You snap right there with loud moans. You cum all over his dick, laying there helpless.

He pulls out, easily pulling you on your hands and knees. He begins thrusting into you again from the back, giving your ass smacks every now and then. He lifts one of your legs up just to get in deeper.

You cry out curses and groans while he picks up his pace again. “Look at you, bent over just for me. That’s right. Mine. Don’t ever let me see you with anyone again or I might need to mark what’s mine.” he moans too.

His words make you grab the couch as well as you can, clenching around him like hell. His back arches feeling your sudden tightness, barely being able to go on. “You’re gonna make me cum… fuck that pussy’s so good.” he continues. After a few more thrusts he goes crazy, cumming inside you instantly with more hot moans from him.

He pulls out, letting you finally rest. He turns you back around, pulling you into a tight embrace. He gives you a sweet kiss, moving down to give your shoulders a few kisses too. You both regather your thoughts, and he finally cleans you up and dresses you into some comfortable clothes. “I’m sorry for being so rough on you, my love…” he says embarrassed and you smile. “Don’t worry, you’re so fucking attractive when you’re pissed off.”

You slowly get wrapped into his arms, and he gives you endless kisses. You end up cuddling in your bed while feeding each other snacks. “I love you.” He whispers, on the verge of falling asleep. You run your fingers through his hair, giving him a small peck on the tip of his nose. “I love you more, now rest Wonie, you have a long day tomorrow.” you say softly.

“Don’t care… as long as you’re there with me…” he says, half asleep. You smile, continuing your head massage. He ends up falling asleep in your arms, and you drift off to sleep not long after.

a/n: definitely had fun with this, a little shorter than i thought but u can just call this a drabble sidjejiss thank u anon <33

[tojisprettylittlething]

Quiet House

Pairing: Husband!Toji Fushiguro x Fem!Reader Warnings: NSFW (18+), smut, rough sex (mean backshots), dirty talk, pet names (baby, mama, pretty), praise and degradation, unprotected sex. First smut...kill me now

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The house was too quiet without Megumi.

His toys weren’t scattered on the floor, his voice wasn’t humming little tunes as he usually did when playing with his puzzles, and the constant pitter-patter of his feet was replaced by silence. It wasn’t an eerie quiet, though. It was a suffocating kind, as though even the walls were watching you and Toji tonight.

Megumi had been whisked away to his friend’s house for the evening—some playdate you barely remembered agreeing to because Toji’s hand was stroking up your thigh during the conversation.

But...you had spent the past hour cleaning a kitchen that didn’t need cleaning—wiping down counters that were already spotless, reorganizing the spice rack for the third time in two days, pretending the dishes in the sink weren’t already sparkling. Your fingers moved on autopilot, but your mind was a battlefield, constantly pulled back to him.

But how could you not think about him?

Toji was stretched out on the couch like he owned the world—or at least the room. One arm rested over the back of the cushions, his fingers drumming idly, while the other hand dragged aimless circles on the ridges of his toned stomach, the pads of his fingers brushing just above the waistband of those sweatpants. Those damn sweatpants.

He wasn’t doing anything, not really. The TV mumbled in the background, replaying meaningless sports highlights, but even the faint noise seemed irrelevant. Toji didn’t need to speak or move to command the space around him. It was the way he existed—effortless and deliberate all at once, as if every molecule of air bent to his will.

And he knew it. That was the worst part. He always knew.

Your jaw tightened as you scrubbed at an invisible spot on the counter. You weren’t going to give him the satisfaction of looking again. You’d been careful all evening, refusing to let your gaze linger on the faint scar slashing across his lip, the ripple of muscles beneath his skin, the sharp green eyes that had already caught you once.

You heard him shift, the quiet rustle of fabric sending a jolt of awareness down your spine, but you didn’t dare glance over.

“Gonna keep pretending you’re busy over there, mama?”

His voice startled you, deep and rough-edged with amusement. It cut through the silence with ease, the lazy cadence pulling your attention against your will. He still hadn’t looked away from the screen, but the smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth told you everything you needed to know. He’d caught you—again.

You stiffened, focusing intently on straightening the salt and pepper shakers. “Maybe I’m just enjoying the quiet for once. Megumi’s not here to drive me crazy.”

He let out a low hum, finally turning his head to look at you. The weight of his gaze was like a physical thing, heavy and impossible to ignore, pinning you in place. Those sharp green eyes didn’t just see you—they sized you up, peeling away layers like a predator studying its prey.

“Nah,” he said, leaning further back, his smirk widening into something wolfish. “You’re not thinkin’ about that brat. You’re thinkin’ about me.”

Your breath hitched before you could stop it. Of course, he wasn’t wrong. He rarely was. But you weren’t about to let him win so easily.

“Don’t flatter yourself, Toji.”

His laugh was low and throaty, a dark sound that sent heat spiraling to your core. “Baby,” he drawled, sitting up slowly. He stretched as he moved, broad shoulders flexing, the kind of movement that was maddening in its casual confidence. “We’ve been married long enough. I know when you’re lyin’. And right now?”

He pushed himself off the couch, his steps deliberate as he crossed the room. The way he moved was almost predatory, his eyes locked on you like you were the only thing that mattered. His gaze swept over your frame, lingering just long enough to make your cheeks burn.

“You’re doin’ a real shitty job of it.”

You held your ground when he stopped in front of you, close enough that the heat of his body seemed to wrap around you. The kitchen felt impossibly smaller with him towering over you like that, all easy confidence and simmering danger.

“Toji—”

“Shh.” His hand came up to cup your jaw, his thumb brushing over your cheek in a gesture that felt far more intimate than it should have. For a moment—just a moment—his eyes softened, the intensity in his gaze giving way to something unreadable. But then the corner of his mouth twitched, and the fleeting tenderness was gone, replaced by the lazy hunger that made your pulse race.

“You’re too pretty to talk back, mama,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble that seemed to vibrate through your chest.

Your knees nearly buckled when his other hand slid down your spine, fingers trailing deliberately before settling at the curve of your hip. He paused there, his grip firm, almost possessive, before sliding lower, his palm curving over the swell of your ass. The pressure made you inhale sharply, your hands gripping the edge of the counter as if it might anchor you.

“You miss me takin’ care of you, huh?” he asked, his voice dripping with amusement. “Been too long since I reminded you who you belong to.”

“You’re so full of yourself,” you shot back, but your voice wavered just enough to betray you.

He chuckled, the sound low and rich, like the growl of a wolf circling its prey. His grip on you tightened as he leaned in, the warmth of his breath brushing against your ear.

“Keep talkin’, baby,” he murmured, his tone as smooth as velvet and twice as dangerous. “I’ll shut you up real quick.”

You didn’t know how you ended up bent over the seat of the couch, his strong hand splayed across your lower back to keep you still. One second, you were standing there, flushed and flustered, and the next, he was tugging your panties down your thighs, humming in approval at how wet you already were.

“You see this, mama?” His voice was gravelly as he slid two fingers through your folds, spreading your arousal before smacking your ass, hard. You yelped, more from the shock than the sting. “You’re already drippin’. Don’t even try to act like you didn’t want this.”

“Toji,” you gasped, fingers clutching at the couch as he kneaded your flesh, leaning down to press a kiss to the base of your spine.

“What is it, pretty? You need somethin’? Say it.” His teasing tone made you bite your lip, heat pooling between your legs.

“I need—” You sucked in a breath as he lined himself up behind you, the thick head of his cock nudging against your entrance.

“Go on, mama. Say it.”

“I need you,” you finally admitted, voice barely above a whisper.

“That’s what I thought.” His hand fisted in your hair, tugging your head back just enough for his lips to graze your ear. “Good girl.”

He thrust into you in one slow, deliberate stroke, your body stretching to accommodate him as a choked moan spilled from your lips. He didn’t give you a chance to adjust, his pace brutal from the start, hips slamming into yours with enough force to make the couch creak beneath you.

The room was filled with the sounds of skin on skin, his low, ragged breaths mingling with your broken cries.

“Fuck, you take me so good, mama,” he growled, his hand sliding from your hair to your throat, holding you in place as he pounded into you. “Tight little pussy, made just for me.”

Your only response was a whimper, your body arching under him as his grip tightened, leaving you dizzy in the best way.

“You like this, huh?” His voice was taunting, rough and deep as he leaned down to nip at your shoulder. “Gettin’ fucked like the pretty little doll you are. Bet you wish Megumi stayed out more often so I could ruin you like this every night.”

“Toji, oh my God—”

“Yeah, mama,” he rasped, angling his hips to hit that spot that made your knees buckle. “Say my name. Louder. Let me hear you.”

You couldn’t stop yourself if you tried, his name spilling from your lips like a prayer as he dragged you closer to the edge with every hard, deliberate thrust.

“Good girl,” he muttered, voice thick with praise. “My good fuckin’ girl.”

Your climax hit you like a freight train, your body clenching around him as you cried out, his name echoing in the quiet house. Toji didn’t stop, didn’t even slow down, chasing his own release as he slammed into you one last time, spilling into you with a low groan.

For a moment, the room was silent except for the sound of your ragged breaths, your body still trembling as you lay draped across the couch. Toji’s heavy weight pressed against you, grounding you, his broad chest flush against your back. The warmth of his skin seeped into yours as his lips brushed lightly along the back of your neck.

“You okay, mama?” he murmured, his voice softer now, edged with an unfamiliar tenderness.

You nodded, too spent to form words, and he let out a low chuckle. His hand smoothed over your side, tracing lazy patterns on your hip as he pressed a kiss to your shoulder.

“You’re somethin’ else, you know that?” he muttered, his lips lingering just a little longer. “Always keepin’ me on my toes.”

A quiet laugh escaped you, though it was muffled as you buried your face into the couch cushion. “You’re so annoying,” you mumbled, your voice tinged with exhaustion and warmth.

“Yeah?” He shifted slightly behind you, propping himself up on one elbow as he looked down at you, his smirk as infuriating as it was endearing. “But you love me.”

You rolled your eyes, though the soft smile tugging at your lips betrayed you. Turning your head, you met his gaze, the sharp green of his eyes holding that familiar mixture of mischief and affection that always seemed to disarm you.

“And you’re lucky I do,” you shot back, but your voice was quieter now, your hand coming up to rest on his forearm.

He leaned down, brushing a kiss against your forehead, and his hand slipped to the small of your back, pulling you closer. You melted into the comfort of his warmth, the steady rhythm of his breathing soothing the racing of your own.

“Yeah,” he muttered, the smirk softening into something genuine as he settled back down, his arm curling possessively around your waist. “Damn lucky.”

And as you lay there, tangled together on the couch, the chaos of the world outside seemed to fade away. For once, there was nothing else—just the sound of your breaths evening out, the steady weight of his presence, and the quiet certainty that, somehow, he was exactly where you belonged.

[shiratorizawa-academy]

furudate really made a team consisting of a guy who can do everything except for read the room, a weeb with a Tragic BackstoryTM, a guy who would rather give up his place on the court than change his playing style, a guy who completely changed his playing style just to become part of the team, an old man trapped in a teenager’s body, a guy who loves trying out new stuff but isn’t good at any of it, a quiet and unassuming guy who never fights battles he can’t win, and goshiki and expected me to be normal about it

[bibleofficial]

Hey, a shy mutual here, I love reading your tags on stuff, they always make you sound like you're in the middle of a manic episode or some other psychotic state, and that's exactly the sort of shit I stay on tumblr for 💖💖💖 you're doing.the Lord's work

wdym ‘sound like’ ? 😭😭

[phantom-does-a-thing]

It’s almost worse knowing they hurt me unintentionally because I don’t have any right to hate them. It was an accident, they didn’t know, but still I have breakdowns at the mention of them and they don’t even know.

[werebutch]

Today I rescued a sparrow that got trapped between my sister’s bedroom window and also I made a nice acorn cap garland for my room. Just so you know

[mymelodyisme]

My sister’s graduation day 😤 let’s go 👏🏽

[sexyleon]

I officially completely unplugged myself as much as I can 🙃🙃🙃 I’m way too reliant on my phone and waiting for people to talk to me is super unhealthy and has made me very anxious. I literally turned off ever single possible notification and will purposefully not be responding to messages because I just need time a space to figure out how to navigate myself without validation from others.

[persephoneflouwers]

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[oceantornadoo]

when you first start talking to simon riley, you want to check yourself into an insane asylum.

you like to think you’re cool, you’re chill, you’re nonchalant. but he takes eight hours to text back, sending you a “come over.” text at 7pm like he hadn’t just ignored you the whole day. you complain to your friends, of course, which is a terrible move when they tell you to drop him and if he wanted to, he would! and you think he does (want to), he’s just so insanely nonchalant about it. so the next time he comes over, chinese takeout in hand after not texting you back since 8am, you go a little crazy…

you open the door for him, stepping back awkwardly when he tries to peck your forehead. he practically shrugs it off, toeing off his boots before setting the food down on your table. “got tha’ dish ya like.” you nod, forgetting his back is to you. simon unpacks the boxes with precision from the bag, not stopping until it’s all laid out on the table. you’ve been quiet for a while, unusual since you’re the talker of the bunch, and that creeping feeling that’s been sliding up his skin finally sets its hooks in him. he turns around curiously, brows furrowing at the sight of you still standing by the door, biting your lip with a timid look and wet eyes. “love?”

you shake your head with a watery smile. “can we talk?” simon follows you as you walk to your couch, feeling like he’s been dropped into an op with no details. he doesn’t know what’s wrong, just that you’re hurting and he seems to be the cause of it. “i just…don’t get it. how you’re acting so normal.” you’re twisting your hands together. “somethin’ happen, love? got me confused.” you give him that small, weak smile again and it’s like you’ve stabbed him in the heart. “you- you barely talk to me all day and then you just come over here like it’s nothing. it’s just so hot and cold and i’m wrecking myself over it when it’s so clear you don’t care. i’m just so confused, si.”

simon runs through his memories. he texted you good morning, you texted it back, then he went about his duties for the day until he was finally free to ask about dinner. hadn’t even picked up his phone in the meantime, security risks or just plain busyness being the cause. “‘ve been busy, sweetheart. ‘s why i asked t’ come over when i was done.” you shake your head, biting your lip. “it’s the modern day, simon. everyone’s on their phones. i don’t think you’re as into this as me, and that’s fine, but i just want to know!”

now simon’s the one shaking his head, pulling out his phone. he might not be tech savvy but he does know this move from johnny, the fucker constantly complaining about his screen time. he pulls up the screen time tracker and turns it to you. “not everyone.” you’re a bit shocked to be honest. his screen time is ten minutes for the entire day. a few in the morning when he texted you and nothing until nighttime, when he texted you again. you’ve never seen anything like it.

“‘m not a big texter an’ we don’t use personal phones for work, so it’s jus’ a brick i leave at home or lug around. ‘s nothin’ on you. been thinkin’ about you all day, to be honest.” your mouth is open, honestly. any other man would have never shown you their minute-by-minute screen time, would have begged off the “busy” excuse while having been on social media for four hours. simon, by all standards, is genuinely different.

“so, you do like me?” he nods stiffly, gloved hands reaching for you. you slide into his lap easily, tucking your face into his neck to hide your heated cheeks. you’d even shed a few tears over this, how embarrassing. “‘course i like you, sweetheart. an’ im sorry if it didn’t feel like it. let’s have it out, yeah?” you nod into his skin and he takes a deep breath, pulling you closer to his heart.

from that day on, you compromise with phone calls. when he’s got a few minutes and you’ve hit a lull at work, he’ll call you. it’s better than any text in the world - hearing his gruff voice asking questions about your messy coworkers or dinner plans. not so nonchalant as you thought.

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i wish this was from personal experience but unfortunately for me, it’s closer to the men not responding for days but having a screen time of six hours.

[marzzrocks]

welcome to “i don’t feel alive Friday”! next get ready for “i don’t feel alive Saturday” and “the rest of the week”!

[insanechayne]

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[szasfuckingwife]

basketballer!Gojo who knew you from college. You often showed up to his games with your friend (who liked Suguru) and just, in the most uncreepy way possible , stare at him.

basketballer!Gojo who stayed in contact with you even when he went pro. The blinding lights of fame didn’t blur his deep attraction and fondness of you. Even on his least busiest day, which was still pretty busy, he made time for you.

‘Morning, my love…your smile lightens the world and my heart, love G.S’

You smile at the note that was amongst the several bouquets of red roses, your fave.

basketballer!Gojo who made sure he returned to you every night. Unlike his teammates, he wasn’t the type to go clubbing or anything similar. He was just a guy, obsessed with playing basketball and his girlfriend.

“Fuckin’ love you, Y/N…” He breathes into your ear. After a very deserved win, he made sure to let you know how much he appreciated your support. A string of whimpers left your mouth as his dick slid in and out of you. “Always so good for me, baby..”

basketballer!Gojo who, for some reason, gets a little jealous when you steal some of his spotlight. Maybe it was just an ego thing. He was fine at first when it came to you being called ‘WAG of the season’ after sporting some cute outfits. But then when magazines and publishers hit you up, something shifted.

It was no longer Satoru Gojo and his girlfriend. But now Y/N L/N and…what’s-his-face..?

basketballer!Gojo who you no longer recognised after a heated argument.

“You know, this is so predictable. I supported you since we were in college and the one time something good goes for me, you bitch and complain!”, you yell him, your index finger was firm against his chest. “It pisses me off, Gojo. I’m done.”

He scoffs, “I just think it’s too much. The red carpets and shit, I don’t get it.”

“You don’t get it because you’re used to me being just your stay at home girlfriend. Things change!” You release your own scoff to his response.

“Maybe I liked it that way because you had time for me-”

“But you never had time for me!”

basketballer!Gojo who has no comment to reporters when asked about the ‘break up rumours ‘with long term girlfriend, Y/N. But behind the scenes, he’s yearning for your forgiveness. He’s constantly at Suguru and your best friend’s house, hoping he’ll bump into you but you were never there.

it wasn’t until the season’s final where Satoru’s team were up against the undefeated (3 years in a row) champions. He was definitely shitting himself. As team captain, he was physically present, but not mentally.

But when he walked out and saw you in the crowd wearing his jersey, he suddenly felt calm. Were you attracting all the cameras? Yes. Were you dragging attention away from the game? At times, yes. But did he mind? No. For you were there for him. Even when you hated his guts.

basketballer!Gojo who fucks you like it’s his last night with you after his team won the finals. You can’t even remember how many times you’ve came but Satoru wasn’t gonna let you go.

“Toru-hnnnggghhh..! It’s too much!” You cry out real tears as he fucks up into you. He bites your shoulder, he wanted to be so close to you after so many separated nights.

“I’ve missed this body, I’ve missed you so much, baby. You have no clue…” He growls.

basketballer!Gojo who has the biggest grin on his face when paparazzi swarm him, asking about his engagement with Y/N. Truth be told, he hasn’t stopped smiling since he popped the question.

“Satoru, what’s next for you and Y/N?” A reporter asked.

“Babies. Lot’s of ‘em.” He smugly replies.

You’ll defo punish him for that comment.