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just discovered the translunar travelers lounge through a random library book i'm halfway through. short spec-fic prose mag!!! i'm so down i am actually going to bookmark this and hopefully remember to come back and read it

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[6:45] in this light

Seungcheol was quick to shut off the alarm, the last thing he wanted was for you to wake up before you needed to. If it were up to him, you’d spend the entire day just lounging in bed, taking a much needed rest. Since that wasn’t an option he would contempt himself with just holding you a little longer, hoping that was enough to give just a little comfort, just enough to make your day slightly not the worst yet. 

In fact, him waking up before you was part of his plan. Seungcheol was a greedy man. Even if he spent the entire night holding you in his arms, it wasn’t enough because he wasn’t awake. You see, it only counts if he’s awake for that. He sleeps better when you’re there with him, yes, but it only counts as cuddly hours if he’s awake. So he purposely set his alarm 15 minutes earlier, just so he could hold you for a little while. 

He was careful when laying back down, careful not to wake you up, knowing how much of a light sleeper you were. It was actually surprising that you didn’t wake up to the sound of the alarm. You turned into his arms, your face now tucked into his neck. Seungcheol smiled when you sighed, wrapping your arm around his waist.

It was times like that that he loved the most about his day, how he loved to start it. Like you, he had a shit day ahead of himself so he liked to make sure that he had a great start, so it could, maybe, just a little, postpone his misery. 

“You’re not as sneaky as you think you know?”

Seungcheol could only close his eyes and smile at the sound of your voice, still sleep drunk, but alert enough to still make fun of him. 

“Sleep a little more” he kissed your forehead, his arms getting tighter around your body. 

“I have to get up” you groaned trying to force your body up but giving up the second you felt how cold it was.

“We still have a few more minutes” he assured you “I just wanted to stay like this for a few minutes before he have to face the world. 

You hummed against his skin, a small smile on your lips when you kissed his chest. 

“You’re brilliant”

He noticed as your breathing evened again, a clear sign that you had fallen asleep.

It was obvious that both of you would be late for work.

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pairing: bucky barnes x curvy!reader

warnings: bit of angst, bit of fluff. sweet ending per usual.

words: 1179

notes: "iM gOnnA WrItE a fiVe SenTenCE dRaBblE". i mean. we all should have seen this coming. thank you in advance for reading, i hope you enjoy this! as always, comments and reblogs are more than welcome and so appreciated. let me know what you think!

“Your bed is so much comfier than mine, can I sleep here tonight?”

It’s quiet for a long moment as you make yourself even cozier in Bucky’s bed, nuzzling into the pillow that smells just like him. It is comfier here. And you feel safe as sleep starts to nip at you. It's late, the lights are already out from when Bucky started the movie still playing on the screen, and you know you are both tired - that's why you're already in lounging clothes, having decided to stay in at his place tonight instead of going out to dinner like you'd originally planned. It'd been a long week, as if the mission hadn't been rough enough, the paperwork that's followed has been hell to get through.

All you wanted was a nice night with your boyfriend, and now that you're this comfortable and content, the last thing you want is to move, the leave and have this peace be over as you walk back over to your place. Your bed is a lot colder, and in truth what makes his so comfy is simply his presence.

Even when he's quiet, it's...

Wait, he's still quiet.

You turn your head to look at him as he sits at the foot of his bed. He looks anxious and you suddenly feel your stomach twist. What were you thinking?

You've talking about this before, the night after you first slept together. You'd fallen asleep in his arms and woke up feeling incredible, only to have your heart drop to your stomach when you realized you were alone and Bucky was nowhere to be found... Until you found him on your couch, dark circles under his eyes from no sleep and an apology falling from his lips the second he saw you, sitting up to explain. Nightmares, terrors, he didn't want to get into but wanted to explain why he'd left you alone. He didn't want to risk waking you up to that. You understood, and you'd broached the subject of staying the night a few times since then just to see where he was at, but never pushed. You trusted he'd let you know when he felt ready for it.

But now look at you, pushing without even thinking.

You sit up, a little too suddenly, and Bucky’s head whips to you. The anxiety in his eyes shifts to fear as he meets your embarrassed gaze.

You open your mouth to take it back, to apologize, but he beats you to speaking.

“No, no, no,” he rushes, unthinkingly urging you back down on the mattress as he leans over you; your eyes widen and you let him touch you. It’s a rushed movement, but gentle all the same as he eases you to lay back.

His face is inches away from yours and for a second you forget everything but the gleaming blue of his eyes and the soft plumpness of his lips.

“Stay,” he breathes, “I want you to stay.”

You swallow thickly, finding your throat dry. “Are you sure? I didn’t mean to-“

“I’m sure. I've wanted to ask you for a while, I just… I’m not the most peaceful sleeper,” he says shamefully. "I really don't want to scare you away."

It physically hurts to hear his unease. You want so badly to take his worry away, to show him he has nothing to be scared or ashamed of.

“Nothing you do could ever scare me away."

You can tell just by looking at him that he doesn't believe it, and you don't know how to make him.

You reach a hand to move the strand of hair that's fallen from behind his ear back out of his face before you hold his cheek lightly. You lean up as he leans down and brush your lips against his before you really kiss him, carefully - soft and slow.

"You're always there for me," you murmur, "I wanna be here for you, too." You card your hand though his hair as he lets his forehead fall against yours, his eyes closed in contentment at the feeling before he sighs and sits back.

You watch him for a moment, you can still sense his trepidation...

"You can say no, Bucky," you tell him gently.

He looks at you again, his brows furrowed ever so slighty and a small pout on his lips. "I don't wanna say no. I want you to stay and I want... I want to be normal for you."

Your eyes burn and your throat gets tight as you watch his bright blue eyes blink furiously as he looks away from you again. You sit up all the way and reach for him, turning his head so he's looking you in your eyes.

"Don't do that," you say, doing your best to keep your voice from wavering. "There is no such thing as normal, Bucky. And even if there was, I wouldn't want it. I mean who cares about normal anyway?"

He looks pained as he holds your hand in hand and it's quiet again for a beat.

"I know you don't wanna say no, but you won't be hurting me if you need to."

He doesn't look up from your hand in his, only squeezes it in response.

You smile softly, taking the gesture as his admission that he isn't ready yet, and move to get up off the bed again, only to be stopped by Bucky once more.

"You wanna stay?"

"Only if you want me to," you murmur.

He looks at you, really looks, like he's searching for some sign, something in your eyes that'll give away that you want an escape, that you really want to go. He finds nothing, because it's the last thing you'd ever want.

"Will you lay down with me?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper, you almost couldn't hear him over the movie still playing on his television in the background.

"Of course," you say simply as you once again allow him to lay you back down. He joins you this time, slowly laying himself down next to you. When you get comfortable again, he turns into you, and ever so slowly, moves to rest his head on your chest as he lays on his side, hugging himself to you.

It's delicate. One of those moments you know you'll look back on over and over, one you'll always treasure, seeing him feel safe enough with you to be this vulnerable, this soft.

The silence is anything but uncomfortable as you run the fingers of one hand through his hair, massaging away his tension as he relaxes further into you.

"Can I tell you something?" his voice sounds deeper already as he speaks.

"Anything."

"Lately, the only time I can ever manage to fall asleep, is when I picture you here with me." His breathing is getting deeper as he nuzzles into you and you hold him tighter as you push down your rising wave of emotions at his confession.

"I want you to stay..." he murmurs. "Please stay."

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THE TOURNAMENT IS OVER! Eartha Kitt lounges in her deck chair in the sun, dipping her toes in the pool with Toshiro Mifune and sipping a brightly colored fruity something with an umbrella in it.

Far below in the shadow realm, however, the fallen hotties dance in the dark—let's take a minute to look back at them under the cut.

PRELIM PRETTIES:

Claude Gensac, Silvia Pinal, Ewa Aulin, Rita Tushingham, Annette Funicello, Norma Bengell, Catherine Spaak, Brigitte Auber, Micheline Presle, Nanette Fabray, Libertad Lamarque, Vera Miles, Martha Raye, Catherine McLeod, Virginia Mayo, Elizabeth Allan, Belle Bennet, Virginia Cherill, Mary Brian, Ruth Chatterton, Agnes Ayres, Merna Kennedy, Marie Prevost, Corinne Griffith, May Allison, Virginia Brown Faire, Alice Brady, and Jetta Goudal

ROUND ONE WONDERS:

Angie Dickinson, Thelma Ritter, Geraldine Chaplin, Evelyn Preer, Vanessa Brown, Betty Blythe, Susan Hayward, Mae Clarke, Sally Ann Howes, Ossi Oswalda, Adrienne La Russa, Hermione Gingold, Barbara Bouchet, Melina Mercouri, Anna Karina, Edwige Fenech, Charmian Carr, Pina Pellicer, Marlène Jobert, Tsuru Aoki, Alice Roberts, Leila Hyams, Lady Tsen Mei, Geneviève Bujold, Dolores Hart, Anita Berber, Bonita Granville, Vonetta McGee, Claire Windsor, Zizi Jeanmaire, Tuesday Weld, Grace Darmond, Carol Channing, Deanna Durbin, Laraine Day, Mariette Hartey, Wendy Hiller, Candy Darling, Hermione Baddely, Valeria Creti, Ella Raines, Ann Miller, Dana Wynter, Dalida, Martine Beswick, Gale Storm, Simone Signoret, Cristina Gaioni, Mabel Normand, Stéphane Audran, Ruth Weyher, Anna Wiazemsky, Ann Sheridan, Sandhya Shantaram, Alice White, Anne Francis, Gena Rowlands, Lyda Borelli, May Whitty, Cathleen Nesbitt, Jessica Walter, Virna Lisi, Barbara Shelley, Iris Hall, Heather Angel, Anne Shirley, Joanna Pettet, Virginia O'Brien, Joan Collins, Greer Garson, Gracie Allen, Peggy Ryan, Frances Dee, Shirley Maclaine, Geraldine Farrar, Kathleen Byron, Margaret Hamilton, Eva Gabor, Francesca Bertini, Julie Adams, Olga Baclanova, Misa Uehara, Yvette Vickers, Milena Dravić, Jenny Jugo, Madeleine Carroll, Benita Hume, Olive Borden, Shirley Jones, Miyoshi Umeki, Dorothy Lamour, Gale Sondergaard, Mary Anderson, Charlotte Greenwood, Sybil Seely, Mona Barrie, Kathryn Grayson, Katharine Ross, Madge Bellamy, Rhonda Fleming, Sally Gray, Jana Brejchová, Debra Paget, Madame Sul-Te-Wan, Evelyn Brent, Zelma O'Neal, Marie Laforêt, Türkan Şoray, Beatriz Costa, Irene Zazians, Eleanor Powell, Susan Luckey, Patsy Kelly, Lil Dagover, Norma Talmadge, Dorothy Mackaill, Madge Evans, Virginia McKenna, Amália Rodrigues, Mamie Van Doren, Valerie Hobson, Isabel Jeans, Beata Tyszkiewicz, Claire Luce, Aleksandra Khokhlova, Nieves Navarro Garcia, Janet Leigh, Carmen Miranda, Jean Harlow, Aud Egedge-Nissen, Nina Foch, Jean Simmons, Piper Laurie, Katy Jurado, Jayne Mansfield, Anita Garvin, Frances Farmer, Lizabeth Scott, Joan Greenwood, Una Merkel, Arlene Francis, Ethel Merman, Doris Day, Suzanne Pleshette, Ruta Lee, Carolyn Jones, June Richmond, Eva Nil, Diana Dors, Anna Chang, Colleen Moore, Alexis Smith, Yvette Mimieux, Ruby Keeler, Viola Dana, Dolores Grey, Marie Windsor, Danielle Darieux, Jean Parker, Julie Christie, Acquanetta, Leatrice Joy, Ghita Nørby, Julie Newmar, Joanne Woodward, Sandra Dee, Eva Marie Saint, Simone Simon, Katherine Dunham, Birgitte Price, Lee Grant, Anita Page, Flora Robson, Martha Sleeper, Elsie Ames, Isabel "Coca" Sarli, Glenda Farrell, Kathleen Burke, Linden Travers, Diane Baker, Joan Davis, Joan Leslie, Sylvia Sidney, Marie Dressler, June Lockhart, Emmanuelle Riva, Libertad Leblanc, Susannah Foster, Susan Fleming, Dolores Costello, Ann Smyrner, Luise Rainer, Anna Massey, Evelyn Ankers, Ruth Gordon, Eva Dahlbeck, Ansa Ikonen, Diana Wynyard, Patricia Neal, Etta Lee, Gloria Stuart, Arletty, Dorothy McGuire, Mitzi Gaynor, Gwen Verdon, Maria Schell, Lili Damita, Ethel Moses, Gloria Holden, Kay Thompson, Jeanne Crain, Edna May Oliver, Lili Liliana, Ruth Chatterton, Giulietta Masina, Claire Bloom, Dinah Sheridan, Carroll Baker, Brenda de Banzie, Milú, Hertha Thiele, Hanka Ordonówna, Lillian Roth, Jane Powell, Carol Ohmart, Betty Garrett, Kalina Jędrusik, Edana Romney, Geraldine Fitzgerald, Kay Kendall, Ruth Hussey, Véra Clouzot, Jadwiga Smosarska, Marge Champion, Mary Astor, Ann Harding, María Casares, Maureen O'Sullivan, Mildred Natwick, Michèle Morgan, Romy Schneider, Elisabeth Bergner, Celeste Holm, Betty Hutton, Susan Peters, Mehtab, Leslie Caron, Anna Sten, Janet Munro, Nataša Gollová, Eve Arden, Ida Lupino, Regina Linnanheimo, Sonja Henie, and Terry (what a good girl)

ROUND TWO BEAUTIES:

Evelyn Nesbit, Thelma Todd, Tura Satana, Helen Gibson, Maureen O'Hara, Rocío Dúrcal, Mary Nolan, Lois Maxwell, Maggie Smith, Zulma Faiad, Ursula Andress, Musidora, Delphine Seyrig, Marian Marsh, Leatrice Joy, Sharon Tate, Pina Menichelli, Teresa Wright, Shelley Winters, Lee Remick, Jane Wyman, Martita Hunt, Barbara Bates, Susan Strasberg, Marie Bryant, Diana Rigg, Jane Birkin, Rosalind Russell, Vanessa Redgrave, Brigitte Helm, Gloria Grahame, Rosemary Clooney, Bebe Daniels, Constance Bennett, Lilian Bond, Ann Dvorak, Jeanette Macdonald, Pouri Banayi, Raquel Welch, Vilma Bánky, Dorothy Malone, Olive Thomas, Celia Johnson, Moira Shearer, Priscilla Lane, Dolores del Río, Ann Sothern, Françoise Rosay, June Allyson, Carole Lombard, Jeni Le Gon, Takako Irie, Barbara Steele, Claudette Colbert, Lalita Pawar, Asta Nielsen, Sandra Milo, Maria Montez, Mae West, Alma Rose Aguirre, Bibi Andersson, Joan Blondell, Anne Bancroft, Elsa Lanchester, Nita Naldi, Suchitra Sen, Dorothy Van Engle, Elisabeth Welch, Esther Williams, Loretta Young, Margueritte De La Motte, Ita Rina, Constance Talmadge, Margaret Lockwood, Barbara Bedford, Josette Day, Stefania Sandrelli, Jane Russell, Doris Dowling, Zsa Zsa Gabor, Donna Reed, Ruby Dee, Diana Sands, Billie Burke, Kyōko Kagawa, Françoise Dorléac, Hend Rostom, Monica Vitti, Lilian Harvey, Marjorie Main, Jeanne Moreau, Lola Flores, Ann Blyth, Janet Gaynor, Jennifer Jones, Margaret Sullavan, Sadhana, Ruby Myers, Lotus Long, Honor Blackman, Marsha Hunt, Debbie Reynolds, Michèle Mercier, Irene Dunne, Jean Arthur, Judy Holliday, Tippi Hedren, Susse Wold, Vera-Ellen, Carmelita González, Nargis Dutt, Purnima, Harriet Andersson, Yvonne De Carlo, Miroslava Stern, Sheila Guyse, Helen, Margaret Dumont, Betty Grable, Joan Bennett, Jane Greer, Judith Anderson, Liv Ullman, Vera Zorina, Joan Fontaine, Silvana Mangano, and Lee Ya-Ching

ROUND THREE ELECTRIFIERS:

Jean Hagen, Sumiko Mizukubo, Mary Philbin, Ann-Margret, Margaret Rutherford, Claudia Cardinale, Eleanor Parker, Jessie Matthews, Theresa Harris, Brigitte Bardot, Alla Nazimova, Faye Dunaway, Marion Davies, Anna Magnani, Theda Bara, Myrna Loy, Kay Francis, Fay Wray, Barbra Streisand, Bette Davis, Hideko Takamine, France Nuyen, Claudine Auger, Miriam Hopkins, Maylia Fong, Samia Gamal, Maude Fealy, Machiko Kyō, Sharmila Tagore, Lucille Ball, Ginger Rogers, Juanita Moore, Anna Fougez, Waheeda Rehman, Ruan Lingyu, Nina Mae McKinney, Ethel Waters, Nadira, Olivia de Havilland, Abbey Lincoln, Louise Beavers, Agnes Moorehead, Lana Turner, Norma Shearer, Maria Falconetti, Reiko Sato, Marie Doro, Clara Bow, Margaret Lindsay, Catherine Denueve, Madhabi Mukherjee, Rosaura Revueltas, Hu Die, Mary Pickford, Fredi Washington, Louise Brooks, Leonor Maia, Merle Oberon, Paulette Goddard, Vivien Leigh, Francine Everett, Savitri, Tita Merello, and Meena Kumari

ROUND FOUR STUNNERS:

Judy Garland, Dorothy Dandridge, Yoshiko Yamaguchi, Marilyn Monroe, Irene Papas, Lupe Vélez, Pola Negri, Gene Tierney, Barbara Stanwyck, Gina Lollobrigida, Lena Horne, Nutan, Jean Seberg, Kim Novak, Gladys Cooper, Tallulah Bankhead, Linda Darnell, Julie Andrews, Carmen Sevilla, Gloria Swanson, Glynis Johns, Anne Baxter, Angela Lansbury, Anita Ekberg, Toshia Mori, Deborah Kerr, Hazel Scott, Chelo Alonso, Cyd Charisse, Nancy Kwan, Devika Rani, Shima Iwashita, and Anouk Aimée

ROUND FIVE SMOKESHOWS:

Setsuko Hara, Pearl Bailey, Joan Crawford, Madhubala, Marpessa Dawn, Keiko Awaji, Rita Hayworth, Veronica Lake, Ava Gardner, Greta Garbo, Grace Kelly, Xia Meng, Suraiya, Natalie Wood, María Félix, and Mbissine Thérèse Diop

ROUND SIX SEXY LADIES:

Marilyn Monroe, Sophia Loren, Vyjyanthimala, Jane Fonda, Katharine Hepburn, Josephine Baker, Elizabeth Taylor, and Ingrid Bergman

QUARTER FINALIST GLAMAZONS:

Audrey Hepburn, Marlene Dietrich, Anna May Wong, and Lauren Bacall

SEMIFINALIST ICONS:

Rita Moreno, Diahann Carroll

FINALIST FABULOSITY:

Hedy Lamarr

ULTIMATE CHAMPION OF THE HOT & VINTAGE MOVIE WOMAN TOURNAMENT:

Eartha Kitt

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tell me what if we could go back and take it all back

8x06 fix it • rated E • 3k words thank you @wikiangela and @beefcakekinard for all your help ♥

The box is on the kitchen island, untouched. It’s been sitting there for the past three days. He’s seen it as he’s walked in and out of his apartment, catching his eye every time; it almost felt like it was taunting him. Six months worth of memories sitting in a box no bigger than 10x10 inches — and that’s a small consolation. At least it’s a small box. At least no one had to rent a U-Haul this time. 

It’s been gnawing at him for the past week, something like a dark shadow at the back of his mind that took over every once in a while when he caught himself ruminating, settling like a thick mist and shrouding his vision so much he couldn’t see five feet ahead of him. The only thing that has helped is keeping busy — with work, with his friends, babysitting his niece, going a little too hard at the gym. 

Buck sits at the island, on the same chair he was on the last time he saw Tommy, staring at the box in silence, waiting for the owner of its contents to come by and take everything he’d left behind the day he’d walked out of Buck’s life, thick brown boots stomping on Buck’s heart on his way out.

There’s a couple of DVDs from one of their first dates that Tommy had brought over for them to watch, only to realise that Buck doesn’t have a DVD player, or any device capable of playing a DVD. The look on Tommy’s face at the revelation had been priceless. Buck winces at the image the memory conjures, something clutching at his heart the same way it has every time he’s thought about Tommy in the past week. 

But Tommy’s on his way over to pick up the spare set of keys he’d given Buck pretty early on in their relationship. In case of an emergency, he’d said, and later given Buck permission to come over after work even if Tommy wasn’t off shift yet. How many times did he walk through the front door of his house and head straight to whichever room Buck was in? Bending over the armrest of his couch where Buck was lounging in his comfy sweats to greet him with an upside down kiss; coming around the kitchen table to wrap his arms around Buck’s middle and nuzzle his neck; sneaking into bed as quietly as possible even though Buck was a light sleeper who woke up every time and got a goodnight kiss before they fell asleep wrapped up in each other. 

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MDNI!! DARK THEMES!!

CREEPY!König x Unknowing!Reader

Creepy!König can't help but follow you home- fighting strong urges as you lay vulnerable to him-- sleeping...

contains: stalking, breaking-and-entering, lewd thoughts, panty play

Creepy!König always had an eye for pretty girls. Lounging around in the dark corner of the bar- people naturally avoiding him due to his large and intimidating stature. Yet still staring, still staring and locking his eyes onto any sweet thing that barely even glances his way.

It wasn't until you walk in, wearing that nice black dress of yours with just a bit of cleavage showing your chest. His eyes darkened when he saw you, his mind clearing and thinking of nothing but you.

His blue eyes followed you as you walked around the bar, greeting friends and ordering drinks with a big toothy smile on your perfect face.

König stayed unblinking for the rest of the night, not wanting to miss even a single millisecond of your beauty. He just couldn't.

That's why he's been following you.

For months now.

It became a habit to watch you leave the bar, your work, even hangouts with your friends and walk with you back to your apartment- even if he was half a block back. You should be thankful; he's protecting you from the disgusting men out there. The ones that just want to take advantage of your pretty figure and even more pretty face.

You would thank him if you could see him, but he always managed to stay away and out of sight.

It wasn't until you were sleeping your pretty little head off that he glances around the hallway and leans down, picking the lock on your door. Upon entering he felt his heart thump loudly in his ears, all of this was all so exhilarating. It made him so fucking excited and thrilled at the thought of you sleeping- unbothered and unknowing- in your bed.

König already knows your apartment like the back of his hand, and he couldn't help the fact that the urges kept getting stronger with every step towards your bedroom door. He creaked it open slowly, the dim light from the living area illuminating a portion of your room with a soft glow.

His eyes took a second longer than he wanted to, to adjust to the new lighting. Still dark, but not bumping into things dark. His bottom lip trembled with adrenaline, looking around the familiar room before his eyes landed on your dresser.

It didn't even take him a second to skip over, open the drawer, and pick up a pair of your panties. He flipped back the lose mask on his face and immediately shoved them onto his face, stuffing his nose and inhaling deeply. His eyes almost rolled into the back of his head, and he had to stop breathing for a moment to prevent the groan that threatened to escape.

König thanked God that he did because he knew you were a light sleeper. It would be difficult to explain this situation to you.

He then glanced at your sleeping form, wanting nothing more than to crawl up onto the bed and shove his already throbbing cock into your tight unprepared cunt. Or even just to shove his face between your thighs- licking, nipping, and sucking in a feral manner, even growling into your puffy folds that would be slick with your juices.

You stirred slightly, rolling over onto your side while facing away from him. König shook his head.

No, he can't taint you- not yet at least. If König were to taint you, he would want you to be awake so at least you would know that it was him.

With much control he turned on his heel, breathing heavily through his nose as his mind tried to convince him to turn back and go absolutely feral over your vulnerable state.

Shoving your panties into his boxers- ignoring his pulsing, pleading cock- he slips out of your room, gently closing the door behind him.

When he got home that night, he wrapped your lace panties around his cock so tightly it turned purple from the loss of blood. It hurt- it hurt so fucking badly that it made his head pound.

But he liked it.

Boy, did König fucking like it.

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Sweet

one shot

1.5k / joel miller x f!reader / minors dni

summary: summertime saturday bliss with joel. Inspired by ‘Sweet’ by Cigarettes After Sex

warnings: fluff, dad!joel, boyfriend!joel, no specific description of reader, no outbreak, age gap (reader is mid20s& joel is early to mid 40s), just a whole lotta loving. 

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You were never fond of sharing a bed with anyone. As a child, you hated sleepovers and always wanted to be asleep early. As a teenager, you had a scrupulous night routine which carried on into your life now. Skincare, meditation, reading and sleep no later than 10pm. You were a light sleeper too, the slightest twitch, distant car alarm or whistle of wind would startle you.

That soon changed after you met Joel and you stayed the first night with him. He was double your size and he made sure to hold you all night. He was a deadweight and didn’t disturb you in the slightest. After the first night with him, the loss of his arms draped over you was huge and you could no longer sleep easily without him next to you.

Joel always slept in later than you, and would only wake after you did, to you either stifling a laugh to some stupid cat video, or vigorously writing down your manifestations and goals for the day. He didn’t mind. Your face first thing in the morning was a sight he’d want to cherish for the rest of his life.

‘Morning darl’ he drawled through a squint. 

‘Sleep well?’ You rolled over to face him, and he cupped your face and pulled you in for a kiss.

‘Better than ever,’ Joel rubbed his eyes and scooped your hair off over your should and behind your neck. ‘Coffee?’

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You both moseyed downstairs and opened all the doors and windows, ready for the heat of an American summer to fill the home .

Joel made your coffee, exactly how you liked it, with frothed milk, plenty of syrup and in your favourite mug, engraved with your zodiac sign.

He held out his hand and you delicately took it and walked outside onto the patio. 

Wildflowers were scattered across the borders of the garden, splashes of colour and flickers of wildlife dashed throughout the morning dew.

A sparrow darted across the garden and landed the fence, calling out to the magnolia tree which shaded your patio. Joel laid propped up on his elbow as you both lounged on the deckchairs watching the birds and butterflies in the morning sun. 

He aimlessly ran his fingers up and down your leg, gazing at you sipping your coffee, and smirking with a full heart.

‘Enjoying the summer mornings baby?’ Joel drawled, as he stood up and stretched. His shirt lifted, revealing a strip of golden skin and chiselled stomach.

You tilted your head, squinting as the sun glowed into your eyes. ‘I wouldn’t wanna be anywhere else, sweet boy. The city life doesn’t even compare’

‘Well this is your home now darl’. Can’t let you go anywhere now’ Joel winked and took your empty coffee mug into the kitchen.

You followed him into the house, finding the motivation to get your life together and not strip the man down to his bare bones. 

He pointed a finger at you. ‘You, shower.’

You rolled your eyes.

‘Er, none of that little miss. I’m not having you moaning when it’s 11am and the parking lots are gridlocked and you can’t get your damn scented candles and bed linens.’

You were too stunned to speak, and cackled as he knew you too well. How could you be mad when he loved you too deeply to let you lose out?

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You hopped in the shower, scrubbing yourself whilst filling the air with fragrance that came from Joel’s mahogany teakwood shower gel. Women’s toiletries smelt sweet, but didn’t last anywhere near as long as men’s. And anyway, who wouldn’t want to have Joel’s scent lingering all day.

Wrapped up in a fluffy white towel and your hair in a towel wrap, you did your makeup, brushed out your lashes and eyebrows, and drowned yourself in Lost Cherry. Your signature scent. 

You decided on a linen co ord, baby pink with shorts and a long sleeved shirt, which you had unbuttoned slightly lower than normal, but smart enough to leave enough to the imagination. 

You danced down the stairs, hearing Joel and Sarah playing in the garden. Breakfast had been made and you invited Sarah to join you on your Saturday shopping trip before Joel had to go to work 

‘Come on peanut, I’ll treat you to the soda shaped candle you wanted’ you called to Sarah and grabbed your purse and some snacks, of course. Sarah ran upstairs to find one of her favourite dresses and matching bows. You prayed she’d never grow up out of her tutu dress stage for any occasion.

Joel looked like a dream, in his cargos and tight fitting flannel. The sky could be on fire and this man would still be wearing a flannel insisting it’s never too hot. He smelt like coffee and cigarette ash, and cedarwood.

He grabbed your waist, threatening to tilt you backwards over the garden sprinkler. You yelped and whacked him off with your purse and whispered seductively ‘That’s just taken away your chance to see what’s underneath my outfit.’

He fell to his knees and lunged into you, your knees buckling as he stood up with you over his shoulders. He ran into the kitchen, still holding you as if he was a fireman and the garden was a burning flame. Sarah skipped down the stairs and immediately ran with concern hearing you yelping.

‘Ma’am, I’m gonna need you to clear the exits!’ Joel did his stupid talking down a walkie talkie impression and pointed to Sarah to give way to you both. 

She crossed her arms and stood firmly in the doorway, as if she wasn’t 4ft nothing.

‘You leave me with no choice’ Joel seemed to forget he still had you upside down over his shoulder and squatted down to put Sarah in the same position.

You clumsily bumped heads as Joel flung you both about with no care. He dropped you on the sofa and Sarah on the armchair.

You were out of breath from laughing and trying to keep some of your dignity.

Joel realised the time, he had to leave in two minutes to go to the site. 

‘Well girls, thanks for holding me up’ he jokingly muttered, trying to imitate the attitude you and Sarah sometimes give him.

Sarah looked at you and you both shook your head and giggled. Joel chucked you the car keys and you and Sarah went out to do some shopping. 

🫧☁️🫧☁️🫧☁️🫧☁️🫧☁️🫧☁️🫧☁️

After facing the trenches of a retail park in scorching heat, you headed home. Joel had called to say he would be home before you and asked what cocktail you wanted lined up.

Sarah was asleep in her car seat, and you reversed onto the drive, texting Joel to grab Sarah while you got the bags.

Joel’s eye widened and jaw went slack as he saw you unload the car.

‘Baby, if I see another throw cushion I may have to scream.’ Joel delivered the most deadpan one liners sometimes, digging at your femininity and weakness for home furnishings. 

‘Don’t act like you don’t fall asleep on them every single night half way through the film you decided to pick’ you shut the car door and let Joel chuckle as he went and layed Sarah on the sofa.

‘What’s for dinner baby?’ Joel asked.

‘Not sure, ask Sarah when she wakes up what she wants, I got groceries yesterday so she can pick’ you kissed his cheek and reached up for the wine glasses.

You gestured at Joel if he wanted some, and he pulled the cork out of the half finished wine bottle from last night with his teeth. 

You began to crumble under how hot this man was, until he blew the cork out of his mouth and aimed it for your head. He laughed like a boy and smacked your ass as you rolled your eyes. 

‘You know Miller, for someone who likes sex so much, you’re doing an awful lot to sabotage your chances of getting some tonight’ you tapped him on the hip with your foot, and he grabbed your ankle trying to trip you up. 

‘You can’t resist this boyish charm, baby’ he winked and showed his perfect white teeth through a grin.

Sarah came tiptoeing into the kitchen and cuddled her daddy. You sat on the breakfast stool next to Joel, and she clambered onto your lap. You kissed her forehead and she wrapped her arms round her neck. 

‘Daddy, can we have Pizza and the special salad you make?’

‘Anything for my princesses’ Joel stood and wrapped his thick arms round you both, before getting dinner ready for you all.

Sarah picked up your phone and scrolled through your playlist, picking the song you were humming as you drove earlier.

‘It’s so sweet, knowing that you love me. Though we don’t need to say it to eachother, sweet’

‘I love you’ you mouthed to Joel. Your eyes welled up as the song played and filled your heart with an overwhelming feeling of how happy you were.

[novaxanomaly]

Mission: Rescue Enkai || Closed Starter

@co11ywobbles

Enkai didn't know anything, as he lay passed out on the floor of a wooden shed somewhere.

Before this, he was lounging in the back yard of his childhood home, and dozed off waiting for his girlfriend to show up. He is a deep sleeper, so he didn't notice anything when he was kidnapped.

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Ayaka walked into the backyard with Mira, after giving her a ride home on her bike. "Remember, shush about what I said about your brother... I kinda like making him wonder if I like him or not... his faces are so cute.." She said and dropped her bag on the ground next to the lounge chair Enkai would have been in if he was there.

[pigeonpeach]

Genshin WOMEN as cats!

Just pure fluff! Gender neutral reader

Characters included: Beidou, Candace Dehya, Eula, Ei, Jean, Lisa, Navia, Shenhe, Yae Miko

Jean

Oh so very stressed. Even once assured her state is temporary and will be reversed by tomorrow. For the day Lisa is left in charge as you must now try to get your catified wife to calm down. Tasty fish perhaps? In reality the real thing she need is a looooong nap. You must make her a comfortable bed, one plush and warm that makes her feel safe and loved aka your lap she wants to sleep on your lap and you have no choice but to oblige. And jean is a deep sleeper. Commonly does she get little sleep. So now that she can she basically sleeps the day away enjoying your pats and kisses.

Navia

Upon her relief that it is temporary she is a most silly kitty. She decides to go out to get fresh fish from Poisson, curious to see if it tastes better now that she’s a cat. You and her body guards must simply accompany her. You hold her on a plush pillow as she meows orders to you. A strange sight indeed for any passerbys. But nonetheless is she a verrry pretty kitty. Oh you cannot neglect her! She deserves many chin scratches and ear scratches too! And she expects them, politely bumping her head into you for more.

Lisa

She probably just goes back to sleep I’ll be real. Lisa probably concocted the ordeal herself for some experiment or just for fun. She will explore Mondstadt’s city. Expecting you to follow and buy her needs. If course being s tasty meal. Afterwards she can’t help but nap in the warm grass making you sit down with her. Before you know it you also take a nap.

Eula

How obscene! Herself? a cat?! Who dare do such a thing! She demands vengeance immediately! The world must know her wrath! You have a very vocal and very angry kitty on your hands so… maybe catnip would be useful? It helps immensely as she now acts like a silly little kitty who keeps dosing off. Once she’s back though she will seek vengeance upon you for daring to drug her in such s state! Even if it was for her benefit!

Beidou

The crew is more panicked than she is. Simply lounging about, eating fish. She sits on your lap like its a throne. A day off is very appreciated. She ends up overfed though as her crew worries about her. You have to physically stop her from eating her 7th fish in a row! She is small now she can’t eat a while shark like before! She ends up annoyed when she can’t drink with her men like before either. Oh well at least she has you. It’ll be a funny story to tell her friends back at shore.

Shenhe

Confused! She is however very calm. She tries to go about her day as normal but that doesn’t go well. She concludes that she should spend the day napping. You however want to spoil and pamper her as she’s so small and very very cute. A elegant white kitty! Your affections are not denied. She does enjoy the chin scratches. She loved her sides being pet. Just don’t let Cloud Retainer see otherwise she’ll freak out.

Ei

She is a cat? How so? How can this be? Fascinating? Unfortunately she must give up desserts for the day which is the most devastating news. Thunderstorms will be a plenty as she mopes having to endure one day of no sweets. She will pout and sulk. Not in your lap but instead resting against your thigh. She will try some fish but is repulsed by its non sweet flavor! How horrible!

Candace

Also very alarmed! She is a protector of Aaru Village! How can she give up one day. You end up contacting Dehya to take over as Candace tries to enjoy cat life. The sand in her toe beans is annoying. But for her the worst is eating unseasoned meat. Kitty stomachs cannot handle spices or advanced flavoring she oh so adores. How unfortunate for her. But at least she has you! You will have to find something entertaining for her to do. Maybe play with the kids or climb trees? Unlike the other catified women she won’t nap until tired. And she is a resilient woman. When she sees you tuckered out and sleeping however she joins you, resting on your chest.

Dehya

Worried but also kind of excited. What adventures can she have now? She wants to go all across sumeru but you make her settle on just sumeru city. She wants to try alot of things. Namely hunting! She’s hunted before sure but she wonders if its easier to be a cat? She aims for pigeons and cranes. With no success you decided to make her a hearty meal of chicken as compensation. Just then she managed to catch one! Oh she is so proud! Proudly showing off her catch with pride! You get to prepare it though, she isn’t interest in eating a mouthful of feathers. She’s also bummed out at no seasonings but hey she’s just proud she could catch something. She also very happy to spend this time with you. It’ll be a funny story to share.

Yae Miko

Unlike most of the ladies here, she is definitely doing this on purpose and is likely doing so for multiple days. She does so in order to get up to some silly mischief as her fox form has become too noticeable. She steals food all while getting away with it because she’s a cute kitty! She spies on rival writers, she causes drama between civilians. You end uo having to quarantine her until she turns back. Oh but then she goes back to mess with you! Is the kitty following you to work her or just a kitty? You’ll never know now. Your lap is never safe again!

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[questioningmyexistence432]

' ᴍᴀᴛᴇ - ᴘᴀʀᴛ ᴛᴡᴏ.'

warnings - monster au. werewolf johnny. thoughts - kidnapping, baby-trapping/pregnancy, yandere, werewolf behaviour. pt2 for this.

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werewolf!johnny crowding you as you get home. you’d only gone to the store to get some groceries but he’d whined and made a fuss as soon as you had started getting ready this morning. you knew some animals picked up on things but he managed to do it awfully quickly. nose pressed against your clothing - he backs up and growls a little while looking up at you with the most human-like eyes you’ve ever seen on a wolf. not that you’ve encountered many wolves but his seems so…different. 

“big puppy.” you call to him affectionately but he lets out a huff - showing you he hasn’t forgiven you for ‘abandoning him’ at the house nor has he forgiven you for coming back smelling like other people. he wants to whine out - tell you that he spent so much time scenting you and yet you’ve ruined all his hard work. oh, it would be so much easier just for johnny just to talk to you. he knows you’d panic though - be scared and confused like any other human would be. that’s the only thing holding him back. 

but, all that was going to change soon. johnny knew it. knew he wouldn’t be able to hold himself back soon enough. it was already hard enough to do so when you strutted around your home - in towels, sundresses, and the like. he’d have to bite the bullet and hope you accepted his explanations - his rut was right around the corner and he’d drive himself mad if he couldn’t give you the pleasure you deserved by breeding you. 

as the days stretched on, you could tell there was something wrong with the wolf you decided to share your little home with. he was…off. he was behaving differently - usually, he’d go out during the day and scratch at the back door when he expected you to open the door for him. always nuzzling into your hip as he walked past you - sometimes he’d give you a nudge you as if he was a little offended that you kept locking the door on him but that had become the routine with the both of you. 

now, he stayed in during the day. becoming your shadow as he followed you around everywhere you went. even as you tried to go out for more groceries this morning - he backed himself against the door and blocked off the exit. letting out warning growls when you tried to move his bulky body away from it. you had huffed - told him that you two would have nothing for dinner tonight then went back to lounge on the sofa. you knew you weren’t getting past your big boy if he had decided not to let you out this morning. 

later on in the day, you decided to take a nap. that’s when johnny had slipped out the back door - having to take a risk and open it himself but he had nothing to worry too much about since you were typically a heavy sleeper. he’d made his way to the forest out back and then dragged home ‘dinner’ for the both of you. you have the shock of your life when you open your eyes, freshly rested, to come face-to-face with a whole dead animal in your living room. you had screamed and used your hand to cover your mouth - johnny’s tail had been thumping against the wooden floor up until then. that’s when his ears had lowered and a whine came from him. wondering why you weren’t impressed by his kill. he’d provided for you - like he would do for you and his pups once he finally had the chance to fill you up. 

his rut was soon - johnny knew what he had to do. he’d let you go out today. let you go shopping since you were so unhappy the day before when had he hunted for you. johnny had paced the cottage, finally, able to stretch his legs in human form. he only stopped once he heard the car pull up outside. letting out a sigh as he sat himself down on the sofa. his leg bobbing up and down as he waited for you to enter your home so he could finally explain the situation to you - hoping his mate accepted it. but, if you didn’t accept it, he’d still go through with it. he’d rebuild that trust once more and live a happy life with his mate - no matter if it was unwilling or willing in the beginning.

[nicofics]

𝙟𝙤𝙩𝙖𝙧𝙤 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙘𝙖𝙣𝙤𝙣𝙨

𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭 + 𝘥𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨

summary: hc of jotaro from each part! some general, some romantic

notes: i genuinely cannot stop thinking about jotaro kujo its kinda ruining my life rn (no its not) my requests are open!! feel free to send them in <3

𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 3:

he adores playing cards with the crusaders

for no reason at all he just loves cards

if your with them, he’ll definitely underestimate you especially if you’re a woman its the 80s come on

the most romantic interaction with jotaro in part 3 is standing closer to you

he will NOT try initiate anything

he’s a 17 year old who has too high of a pride

hates pda with a passion

𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 4:

this jotaro does not want to be in morioh for longer than he has to

hes trying to write a thesis and stop a serial killer he is not happy

he definitely goes to moriohs beach like every other day

part 4 jotaro is alot more affectionate

he still HATES pda with a passion though

i feel like he sleeps like a plank

hes definitely a very light sleeper as well

he adores when you cuddle up to him in bed for his warmth

loves the days where you two can just lounge about in the hotel room

since you’re his wife/husband, he’s super protective of you. making sure he can always see that you’re okay

he just loves you so much he can’t show you sometimes

𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 6:

you are worried SHITLESS about him the whole time hes unconscious if yous two are still married

being jolynes other parent, you obviously went to find her once you heard of her escape

meeting jotaro there was a plus

if he was protective before, it’s tripled now

he loves you and jolyne so much he’d die to keep you two safe

he’s also the stereotypical dad

listens to nickelback, watches the football when hes free

all that jazz

[petrichorium]

reo enters seishiro’s apartment without announcement—he has a key, you know, because he owns the damn place, though you’re solidly sure he’d have one anyway. seishiro doesn’t tend to tell him no.

you’re perched on the counter, availing yourself of both the abundant natural light in the kitchen and the view straight into the sitting room where sei is playing video games. it’s a nice, casual morning; not the first time you’ve stayed over since you became official, but close to it.

when reo comes waltzing in, barely taking the time to remove his shoes and put on his slippers, you freeze. he catches sight of you before he sees seishiro, pausing in his path and eyes slowly widening as he takes you in—dressed in one of sei’s massive hoodies and your own skimpy sleeper shorts, lounged out next to the sink, bare feet up on the fancy marble.

you blink at him, a deer in headlights. he blinks back. and then you scramble to get on solid ground.

seishiro greets his best friend from the couch; you don’t see him, but you imagine a lazy wave over his shoulder, throwing his head back though his attention remains entirely on his game.

reo doesn’t respond anyway. his attention is entirely on you, unmistakable as he barrels forward like a madman and corners you up against the counter, the look on his face unreadable. he scans your form again as though your clothes will shift to something less domestic if he looks at them hard enough, and scowls when it doesn’t work.

a hand darts out to grab your jaw and tilt your head, forcefully bearing your neck to him. it’s so sudden and unexpected that you freeze. he brings his other hand up to wrap around the back of your neck and presses his thumb firmly against a spot on your jugular, just beneath your jaw, and your throat bobs beneath the touch as you swallow thickly.

and your mind strays to last night, all heady passion and hazy warmth, a broad chest and calloused hands and those muscled thighs; sei taking initiative in a rare burst of motivation, throwing you down onto the couch and latching lips to the spot reo now strokes with his thumb.

he’d left a mark that you’d found this morning when you woke up, and you hadn’t bothered covering it—hadn’t planned on showing it off to anyone except the very man who’d put it there, but frankly you should have known better. mikage reo and nagi seishiro come as a matching set.

reo pushes in closer. your back digs into the counter, drawing a quiet gasp from you. he inhales, too, almost in sympathy; gaze falling to your lips as they part for air.

for half a moment you think he might kiss you.

“how long?” is what he asks instead, his face pinched, his eyes wild, still locked on your mouth.

you swallow thickly and feel your throat bob beneath his grip. “about a few weeks?”

“when?”

your gaze slides behind him, falling upon seishiro where he sits playing, except that he isn’t. his head is flopped over the back of the couch, soft white hair dangling in a curtain over his eyes, which are wide but empty as they regard you and the position you’re in. on the tv, an ugly red game over flashes desperately.

but when you lock eyes with him, he straightens. reo’s touch seems to burn against your skin as you whimper out, “sei,” and your boyfriend finally rises from his seat to approach. his clothes and hair disheveled, he shuffles along with slippered feet dragging against the floor, but as he draws closer there’s some energy you’ve never felt from him before. it makes you go limp in reo’s hold.

“three weeks,” sei says, that disinterested tone so comforting you think you might be insane. his hand grips your arm, his other reaching around to find the dip of your waist as he adds, “and two days.”

he tugs you free of reo easily, dragging you away smoothly in a motion that has his best friend’s hands disappearing from your skin immediately. as if it were an entirely normal morning, he drapes himself over you, burying his face into the crook of your shoulder (brushing lips sweetly against his mark, quick and fleeting) and securing his long arms around your waist.

“but i’ve wanted to for a while. i told you that, reo. you said to go after what i wanted.”

in your peripheral you can see how his gaze has latched onto reo’s form, still frozen in the same pose sei had freed you from. his hand has balled into a fist, and those wild eyes have now snapped glare at sei without turning his head. for a moment you think it might be some kind of standoff.

but a beat later reo blinks, and when he turns to the pair of you he’s a different person—all easy smiles and crinkled eyes, congratulating sei with a slap on the back and telling him to treat you well. he buys you two lunch from one of sei’s favorite spots, and then dinner from somewhere too fancy and expensive for you to say aloud (that doesn’t do take-out, certainly, except when a mikage calls), and you decide to put it out of your mind. a fluke, you tell yourself, and perhaps it’s delusional, but all you can do is put it out of your mind.

except you still catch him staring at the place sei left that mark, even long after it fades, and he never seems to mind when you notice.

sometimes you wonder when he’ll finally give in and freshen it up himself.

sequel

[lovdlydaz]

black!top!amab reader x bttm!satoru gojo

gojo had been acting very strange recently… he’s been more quiet around you, stumbling over his words when he tried. so, you ask him about it one day, the outcome is better than you could've ever thought.

warnings: nsfw, anal, oral (m!recieving), rimming, dirty talk, mentions of ‘daddy’, frotting, semi-public sex, multiple orgasms

the days went by as always, and as a teacher and mentor at jujutsu high, the children were very… interesting. you did have a home-room class, but you were always in the teacher’s lounge since the kids barely stayed/cared enough to pay attention to you. the only time you were teaching was when you were forced to, or when your kids went on missions. you didn’t hate them for being disrespectful towards you, hell, you could care less about a bunch of moody teenagers wanting to do their own thing. you were the same when you were young, so you took advantage of the opportunities you had alone.

so one day, when you saw one of the sorcerers here, and the most powerful one just walk up to you casually like his presence didn’t intimidate you in some way, that was the day you realized something.

you see, you were muscular but with a sleeper build. you had lean curvy texture all down your body and veins crawling up your arms like thick vines on a tree. you were strong in a physical sense, but your cursed technique came nowhere near as strong as gojo’s. yours was mediocre compared to his, but honestly… anyone’s was. you weren’t special, but that changed from that day forwards.

when you were in the lounge yet again, sipping on some beverages the sorcerers had bought and brought, the tall white-haired male walked in yet again. but… his aura seemed different. see, when he walked in his confidence went from its peak to its lowest, locking eyes with you then automatically turning his head in the other direction. that was weird to you, and it made you more concerned than boastful.

your eyes shifted from the movie you were watching on your phone to the jujutsu sorcerer, eyeballs gawking at the boy like he was prey. and right now, he acted like it. it was the way you stared at him with no regard for his personal comfort. it was how you just eyed him like a 5-course meal, like he was something you could devour in an instant. and he was.

satoru didn’t know it, but you become indoctrinated by him from the first moments you two made eye contact. it was during the teacher meeting before the students came, you both were there and decided to sit next to each other on the couch. you weren’t new, but you weren’t exactly that familiar with the school neither. you had been there for 3 years, this year being your 3rd. gojo hadn’t attended any school meetings before this one, so you never saw him.

you were zoned out while the principal was talking, and it seemed gojo was as well. but, you looked over to him and he looked back, giving you a playful smile then turning back to the principal. your heart jumped, basically leaping out of your chest as you stared at your shaky hands. you put them down immediately once principal called you out, shaking you head at any questions he asked you.

it was that faithful day when you knew, you had fallen hard for the sorcerer.

you didn’t know if he felt anything back, and honestly that was to be expected. he was a wild card, a man with an attitude like no other. his whole demeanor was unpredictable along with his mood, one moment he could be joyful and annoying everyone around him then the next he could be pouty and acting like a man child because he didn’t get something he wanted. oddly enough, that didn’t stir you away from him. it pulled you closer to him, but you never dared to tell another teacher in the school that. well, besides your entire class.

listen, you weren’t all too sure as to how you spilled your deepest darkest to the three little teenagers you had to teach. and who did these three have to be? well, his three disciples. yuji itadori, megumi fushiguro and nobara kugisaki. the female of the group squealed with excitement at the news, she always knew that you had had something for their lovely leader of their “pack”. the two males were just confused, well, one of them were. that one was itadori, he didn’t really process much stuff just right but you knew his questions were in good faith.

questions such as ‘how does that work?’ and ‘are you a girl in disguise?’ slipped past his pink lips, all you could do was chuckle. he was so clueless, but he had to have been your favorite student. he had a mind of a toddler, but acted so brave in the right situations. the fushiguro son just nudged the pink-haired teenager on the side from the last question, the male hissing and holding his side while pouting. “what was that for megumi? i was just asking because he likes a man and usually women like men!” yuji whined, but the black-haired male just did a small swipe of his hand from underneath his jaw, indicating for the teen to stop. itadori complied, staring down at the floor and bottom lip coming out in a quiver.

nobara had many more… respectful questions than itadori did. “how did you realize you liked him m/n?” she asked, and that made you go quiet. why would you tell some children about your personal feelings? why would you vent to teenagers who couldn’t really understand the depths about love and the depths of how terrible this love between you and the strongest sorcerer in the world was? well, you didn’t know why, but you just started to pour it all out.

after that day, those three little kids were always giving you and gojo flirtatious stares every time you both were near each other. you always shooed them off like some flies, but they would just giggle and run away. satoru was always confused, but you never spoke a word about it with him. you never wanted to, were never willing to do so.

you felt as though the day would never come of him admitting his feelings, or you admitting yours. you both were busy adults just trying to make it by, however you just had a little bit more on your plate than gojo. which, was saying something. but you never really had time to deal with any silly quarrels between adults or the children, today however... was different.

today was another day of sitting in the teacher's lounge, not a care in the world as to how your children were doing. you were just biting on a snack bar before someone came bursting in through the doors, that being gojo. the white-haired male was giggling before he noticed you were in the room, so he did his usual thing of shutting up and walking to the other side of the room. you just sighed softly before getting up out of your comfortable lounge chair and walking towards said side of the room.

today would be the day you finally confess.

atleast, you hoped so.

but as soon as you decided to get close to satoru the male stood up without saying a word, walking back to the other side and sitting somewhere else. now that was a little annoying, wasn't it?

so it was like a secret cat and mouse chase, back and forth you scuffled after the sorcerer like it was nobody's business. which it wasn't.

after the 5th and FINAL time gojo decided to stand up once again, you grabbed his arm with your strong grip while looking up at him with fierce eyes. "why do you keep running away, satoru?" you asked, deep voice ringing through the empty and echoey room. the smaller male's eyes went wide, thank god he was wearing his blindfold. he stayed completely quiet, his arm was noticeably shaking in your hand. you couldn't help but let out a deep chuckle, letting go of the male and patting down a spot next to you. you had your arms and legs crossed, indicating how relaxed you were.

"c'mon 'toru, don't be such a stick in the mud," you cooed, watching as the man stood there for a second. it seemed as though he was hesitating, but you could see some notes of pink tint on his pale white face. you couldn’t help but smile at the way he started to chew on the inside of his cheek, the way his body shifted slightly before he decided to speak up. “…i don’t want to be near you,” he mumbled, ripping his arm away from your touch. your heart completely broke in two, those were not the words you wanted to hear from him.

the male walked out of the room, leaving you there with your thoughts and tears. you cried until you passed out on the couch, nose stuffy and eyes puffy. whenever another teacher came into the room, they thought that you were passed out drunk.

after that day, things between you two weren’t the same.

satoru kept his distance, and you tried to get closer. every time he would notice your dark brown locks with those pretty crystals entangled between the hair his heart would ache, but he had to turn away from you. your heart was broken, completely destroyed because of the white-haired male. but, satoru just had never felt this way before.

it wasn’t his fault that he had been having wet dreams about you, the way you grabbed his arm unlocked something in him. he woke up every day with pants soaked in cum, and body completely covered in sweat. he would daydream about you, he would draw about you (even though he wasn’t a good artist). he would manifest your mental image into his mind, every single detail was engraved into his brain like a tattoo. from your beautiful dreads to your plump lips. those pretty e/c eyes and that… beautiful body. those hands, those arms, those veins, that chest… fuck, it drove him insane.

it wasn’t his fault that every time he saw you that his heart would skip three beats a second, that his body would go rigid and that his eyes would widen. it wasn’t his fault that he didn’t know how to act when he was around you, that he didn’t know what to do whenever he was in close proximity to you. his mind went flat with thoughts of wanting to hold you, kiss you, love you every time you were near. but, he would never act on them.

at least, he thought he wouldn't. not soon, that is.

on one of the last days of school, the teachers had decided that the kids should go on a trip to tokyo. every jujustu student from every class would be able to go, they just needed permission from their parents. and those without parents needed permission from their homeroom teacher. this was the perfect opportunity for you and gojo to finally get close once again.

you and your homeroom class of rambunctious students were walking together through tokyo streets, past venders and poor homeless people who you kindly gave money/food. the other teachers' classes were in all different parts of tokyo, and this was because they just traveled farther than anyone. you decided to stay close yet let your kids go where they wanted to, though they needed to call you if anything went wrong.

so, you started to walk somewhere, but some luxurious white locks caught your eye so you started to walk towards them. the person became more visible until you were more than positive it was gojo, which made you smile nervously. and... he was finally alone. he was just walking, he didn't know where his kids went. but, he was shocked when he felt a pair of shoulders rub against him, shooting his head around and looking up to see... you.

his heart dropped, his eyes went wide and his palms were sweaty. he didn't know what to do, you were so close... and he was already getting hard. you see, he was just having a dirty thought about you, the reason why he was alone. he had been walking and the three sheep he herded decided to go somewhere without him since he wasn't responsive to their calls towards him. gojo was scared, scared to see you right now. his thoughts, those memories of those dreams and everything were coming back in full throttle, but his feet didn't dare move.

his breathing was erratic, he was wearing his glasses and his beautiful blue eyes you adored so much were visibly shocked. that made your heart and cock throb, but you obviously didn't act on your carnal desire. "what's wrong, satoru?" you inquired, yet the man stayed completely still. his face was red, his mouth was open, he was breathing heavily and his mind was foggy. he couldn't move, nor could he think. he had been depriving himself of you, touching himself to the thought of you. toys were scattered all in his room because of you, he hated how much he loved you.

he didn't respond, he couldn't respond. his world seemed to stop every time he started into those breathtaking e/c eyes you proudly used for your sight every day. when that forest of locs and crystals moved around every time you turned your head it had satoru wanting to see that jungle over his face, your breath on his as you stuffed him full of your meaty cock.

after a good minute he gulped, blinking before looking down at the floor. "i'm fine, m/n," he forced out of his mouth, you knew he was nothing but okay. it was obvious with the way he spoke, the way he reacted whenever he was around you, he was definitely lying. " 'toru, don't give me that. you look so scared whenever you see me, you always walk away whenever you see me, you haven't talked to me in over a month... if that encounter in the teacher's lounge made you uncomfortable, i'm sorry gojo. i never meant any ill intentions behind it, i just..."

you trailed off when you noticed how satoru began to shift in his spot at the mention of the teacher's lounge incident, how his entire energy began to shift at that. he seemed more... carnal, more bashful, more... needy. that he was hiding something from you, something that you desperately needed to hear. needed to see, that is. so, when you stared him up and down you noticed that his jujustu cover-up was covering his pants, near the groin area as well. you were a little confused before your eyes widened, realizing what he was insinuating.

a smirk fell over your face, picking his chin up with your thumb and licking your lips. "does someone have something to tell me, hm?" you let your lips do the talking, the words falling off your tongue like you've said them before. and you have, however this was different. this was satoru gojo you were talking to, number one sorcerer in the jujustu world... but now, number one whore in the bedroom.

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bodies were pressed up against each other, mouths moved in sync. arms wrapped around each other, groins connecting in a lustful dance. you don't know how you got here, nor did gojo. however, you were both in a public stall at a restaurant, pinning the sorcerer against the wall as you aggressively made out with him. your mind was cloudy, fogging up with nothing but desire. desire to be inside satoru, make him scream your name in pleasure.

pants were now on the ground, and you had both of your cocks in your large and lengthy hand. gojo rolled his hips into your touch unwillingly, soft whimpers leaving his mouth as he looked up at you. those pretty blue eyes of his were glossed over and filled with lust, god you could've devoured him right then and there. and, you would've.

after a minute or two you slid to your knees, putting his somewhat impressive length into your mouth. your own much bigger length was throbbing against the floor, but just the tip of his was engulfed into the wonderful heat of your wet cavern. you held his base as you stroked him, he was just only a few inches smaller than you were. he wasn't all that easy to take in, though his pretty moans and body jerking from contact was more than what you needed.

he started to try and thrust into your mouth, but a slight nibble on his tip had him stop as soon as he started. "you wanna be good for me, 'toru?" you purred, the male nodding his head while biting his lip. you didn't know he would be this compliant in bed, though you weren't really complaining. you loved obedient subs, and gojo was becoming your favorite one.

you deepthroated his cock a few minutes later, shoving your head up and down to please him better. his eyes rolled back and his legs were shaking, moans leaving him more and more as he threw his head back. "m-m/n! s'close!" he whined, you immediately pulling off his cock and flipping him over. his stomach was now pressing against the wall, his hips arched back towards you which gave you the perfect opportunity to open his pale cheeks.

once you saw his twitching asshole you couldn't think straight, it was like it was inviting you inside. you licked a long strip at first, slow but it did the trick. satoru's knees were buckling against the wall, the poor boy scratching against the tile walls trying to find some grounding. however, you weren't letting up, you were going to see how much more he could take.

that's why your face was shoved deep into his ass, licking and slurping around his hole while your cock weeped onto the less-than-sanitary bathroom floor. you could see how good your boy was feeling, you could most definitely hear him too. you loved his noises, you loved the way he couldn't keep himself down. mind you, you both were in a restaurant bathroom, anyone could walk in and hear you guys. but, you didn't care, and gojo certainly didn't care.

you added a finger inside his puckering hole, watching as his breath went shaky and his mind went completely blank. you were already pressing against his sweet spot with just one finger, his dreams were really coming true. though... he seemed a lot stretcher than you anticipated, which only got your cock twitching harder.

"has someone been playing with themselves?" you asked with a teasing tone, satoru whimpering softly at your remark. a slight nod to the head was all you were getting, though it wasn't all that appreciated. "c'mon 'toru, use your big boy words," you cooed, pulling away from his ass but still keeping that finger inside. it was still moving as well, twisting and turning inside him and hitting his prostate spot on. he moaned, arching his back which turned you on even more.

"y-- yes- yes! 'm been playing with- m-myself," he whined out, his cock twitching oh so desperately. " 'm so close daddy- please-" gojo cried out, and that nickname really stirred you on. you pulled your finger out, he was prepped enough by his own means that you could just slide right in. you stood up, grabbing the male's hips and pulling them towards you. you started to stroke your cock, smearing it with all your pre-cum to lube it up.

you pressed your thick tip against his hole, making the male rut his hips back onto yours. you bit your lip, pushing it inside him and making his back arch with pleasure. he shook his hips more, taking more of you inside him by his own doing. you let him, who were you to stop the strongest sorcerer? but, once all of you was fully sheathed inside his ass the man's legs were trembling, his breath heavy and eyes rolled all the way back. you were confused until you saw a splatter of white against the tile wall where his cock was.

you chuckled, holding his hips as you leaned down. "such a good boy 'toru... cock makes you feel this good yeah?" you sauntered, feeling the male's hole clasp around your cock. those lewd words of yours had gojo whimpering, slowly starting to move his hips up and down your cock. he went up and down, moaning every time he went down. you could tell he was losing his mind, by the way he sounded all the way to how he looked.

you were loving this, but he was going a little too slow for your liking. so, you held his hips before slamming into him, making satoru cry out and press his chest against the wall. you fucked him at such a deliciously fast pace, your cock was bigger than he would've ever imagined. you were pounding his ass so good, literally breaking him more and more. his hole was stretched so deliciously, his back was arched so beautifully, and his glasses were falling off of his face with every thrust.

"m- m/n-! g'na c-cum-" he choked out, which only made you speed up. "yeah? gonna cum 'toru? cream on my cock baby, you can do it," you encouraged him, but it was also in somewhat of a growl. those words had satoru cumming in seconds, eyes rolling back and tongue lolling out. he clenched around you so tightly, it made your hips stutter as you tried to push past the tight barrier. but, you came as well, throwing your head back and hissing because of the pleasure.

"fffuccckkk 'toru... took my cock so well... such a good boy you are yeah? good boys take cock so well..." you praised him, leaning down to press kisses on his neck. he shivered at your touch, then leaned into it. you chuckled, rubbing soft circles into his hips. after a minute you pulled away from him, pulling out of his ass and watching a huge amount of cum splotch from out of his gaping hole. the sight was so hot you almost got hard again, but you held back since you were in a public restroom.

your dear boy's legs were shaking so hard though, trembling as he tried to hold himself up against the wall. you just chuckled, grabbing gojo's hips and pulling him towards you. you picked him up and placed him on the toilet, pressing against the slight bulge he had in his stomach to push all your cum out. he moaned as it all came out of him, cock twitching but not getting hard. he was so adorable to you, sparkling blue eyes looking the other way from your e/c eyes, body trembling and face oh so pink. you couldn't stop staring at him, he was so beautiful.

after he was done you cleaned up his backside, grabbing paper towels with soap and washing him up down there. his cock and his ass, plus the wall where his cum was smeared. he just smiled sleepily, and it seemed like it was nighttime right now. you pulled up his pants and yours, holding him up as he started to tremble once more. you then decided to pick him up entirely, walking out of the restroom with him in hand.

little did you know, the three disciples plus some teachers PLUS your class were inside the restaurant, listening into everything. you both weren't all that quiet, and they heard everything. when you both saw them gojo leaped out of your arms, tried to stand for himself, then fell to the floor. you picked him up and held him once more, this time the sorcerer complied and didn't move. he pressed his embarrassed face against your neck, your dark face didn't show any blush but it was most definitely there.

"so, you two have fun in there?" mei mei asked, basically teasing you. "shut up." you spoke somewhat harsh yet somewhat bashful, walking out of the restaurant and to their bus that they had to bring the kids here.

let's say, after that day you and gojo were even closer than before.

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