#so yeah they got some shit to work through but they’re all in baby!

[hello-sweetheart]

You know that trope where Person A thinks Person B is just being nice but they’re actually flirting. What about the opposite? Person A misreading their behavior and being the only one falling impossibly in love.

Clumsy in Love part 4

Eddie rubs his hands over his face and presses the heels of his palm into his eyes.

Im such a piece of shit. God, how could I just do that.

He’s pissed at Steve for not saying something sooner, for waiting until Eddie had something good in his grasp. But he’s angry with himself too.

How stupid is he, really? Did he really not notice until it all came face to face?

He has Adiel’s number memorized, but he knows which of Steve’s beauty marks form constellations.

Mostly, hes confused. His feelings are a jumbled mess and he’s never been good at sorting them out. Naturally, he turns to music. Dio has serenaded him these past few days. Wayne has steered clear of his shit show.

How do you feel right now?

What do you see?

Where would you be right now?

Hey angel what about me?

Jesus fucking fuck. He attempts to run his hand through his hair only it doesn’t get too far, rings snagged in his tangled hair. He can feel the oil built up on the strands and knows it’s time to get his ass out of bed. He doesn’t.

“Angel, Angel, angel. You were my angel. Just not anymore.” He mutters to himself long after the track has finished and another song plays. He’s learning to let go still, even after he’s ended it.

You know what really makes him feel like a dickhead? That Adiel got hurt because of him. He didn’t deserve to get caught in Eddie’s bullshit.

Guilt eats him alive.

His conscious hurts and his heart trembles, tumbled in his chest, but he doesn’t feel the heartbreak the way he should. That world-on-fire and breath burning feeling. He can’t find it.

Like a masochist he wants for it, desires it, deserves it like sinner.

Those last few weeks were enough for his feelings to settle, for his heart to make a decision with or without his input. He tried—god fuck I tried—to feel that skipped-beat flutter when Adiel smiled his way. Could almost convince himself he could. That Adiel’s interlocked hand in his still felt an extension of himself instead of something foreign.

It used to feel like I belonged at his side. Why did it have to stop?

He’s wronged a friend who trusted him to keep his heart safe. A friend who had already been through so much. And Eddie added to that lifetime of hurt because he couldn’t figure it out himself.

Because he was too stupid to see and too stupid to know.

He thinks of Steve’s lips, like he has now for days. Weeks. His heart twists, rung out. That skipped-beat flutter that betrays him.

Fuck. Fuck, man.

He has to stop yanking at his hair like he can train himself out of feeling it.

Do your demons, do they ever let you go?

When you've tried, do they hide, deep inside

Is it someone that you know?

You're just a picture, you're an image caught in time

We're a lie, you and I.

“I’m so fucking sorry,” he tells no one because he needs to say it until he can forgive himself a little. Until he can make himself believe that Adiel will forgive him, in time.

“I’m so sorry,” this time says it to himself, covers his face with his hands and finally cries.

Against his fucking will he cries, can’t hold onto it anymore. Ugly retching sobs that can only come from mourning an almost.

Finally, after days of like solitude, Wayne creeps in un-intrusive as a shadow. His hand on his shoulder may be the only thing that keeps Eddie from disappearing.

“I could’ve loved him, Wayne. I could’ve—I did. I think I fucking loved him and I didn’t know until—until I didn’t anymore. And then—and then I just couldn’t again.”

I wish he got to know that. That even for a short time, I had loved him.

Wayne, ever a man of few words, sits with him and lets him have his silence.

———

It’s a little over a month after that that Steve pays him a visit.

He’s smart enough to show up when Wayne isn’t home, looking sheepish as he shuffles on his front step. At least he has the gall to look him in the eyes.

All this is because of you, he thinks. His dark under eyes, his pallid skin. The rage in his blood. The almost that he had.

“Why are you here?” He looks taken aback, almost shrinks in on himself.

“I… the boys said that you, well.” Steve rubs the back of his neck, his hair longer than when Eddie last saw it. It slips through Steve’s fingers. “You never came by again and I wanted to see you. To talk? Can we talk? Can’t… can’t I come in?”

Having Steve in his home, in his space, is dangerous.

Those eyes are deep, soften by tired shadows.

“No,” his swallow is audible and steels himself, “Why should I want you in my home, Steve?”

Steve stands there lips parted and hands clenches at the bottom of his sweatshirt, eyes shined over. Eddie takes the chance to step forward. Everything inside him is too much.

“Don’t you understand what you did? I was happy. And you, fuck, you ruined it! Steve! You!” He out of the door way now and Steve steps back, back, back.

Steve’s face is red in shame. Eddie’s in anger. His pointed finger jabbed at his chest, accusing.

“You couldn’t just let me be happy? Why? Why did you kiss me, Steve? Why then? Was it because you couldn’t stand that I finally had someone? Say something!”

Steves eyes overflow, “Yes! I could stand it because I love you, asshole! I thought, I don’t know—I thought you loved me, too. Okay? Me. We both felt it—tell me you felt it too, Eddie? It wasn’t just me, right?

“You were everywhere and everything. You’d smile at me and it was the sun. So close, always right there and it was like we were—we were teetering on the edge of something amazing. And I was so happy, Eddie. So happy that day ‘cuz I thought, it was just us, right? Me and you. Just us. Together.

“But then you saw him and your weren’t even listening to me. You didn’t hear a word I said, did you? You only had eyes for him. You left me there and I didn’t know what to do with myself ‘cuz suddenly all you’d talk about was him. Every day and every minute we were together. After thinking, after thinking you loved me too.

That I had you.

So yes! Okay? I kissed you because I was selfish and I needed to know. I needed to know if any of it was real. If there really was nothing there.”

Steve’s breathing hard by the end of, words a wavering wet string of rawn vulnerable pulled out of his chest. He’s looking at the floor, hair covering his eyes, and shoulders trembling as he hiccups.

Then, everything feels still. Calm inside. For the first time in ages, Eddie feels like he can take a deep breath and not fall apart. He closes his eyes for a second and just breathes. The fight escapes him with the last breath.

“You ruined me, Steve. You ruined me in a way that even I didn’t understand. I didn’t know, not until that night, about how you felt. And I’m sorry if it was my fault, if I did and said things to make you feel that way, okay? But I didn’t… I didn’t feel that way about you. Not then. Not when you kissed me.”

“And now? Eddie? Do you… could you feel that way for me, now?”

“If it weren’t for you,” he begins, “Adiel and I… we could’ve had something great. But then you—and I— I couldn’t stop thinking about it. I wondered so much on why you kissed me that night, replaying every moment together, to see what you saw. And ended up feeling… feeling what you felt.”

He takes the chance to move forward the last bit of space to reach to him, have him look him in the eyes. Both of them mirror images of despair.

“You ruined me, Stevie. Everything was different. It wasn’t perfect anymore, I couldn’t make it perfect again. And I couldn’t be who I had been with Adiel knowing that I couldn’t find in me what we had before. That maybe, this has the chance of being something amazing, too.

I stopped seeing you everyday, so I saw you in everything. I stopped speaking to you, and you became the voice inside my head. It was maddening.”

Eddie laughs and wipes away the tears from Steve’s eyes, they fall faster when he smiles a weak and small but real thing.

“Adiel and I, we fit together; we were good together. But despite that, I didn’t want him anymore. I didn’t know why, I think I still don’t, but… I don’t need to know. I just need feel it, Stevie. And I feel it. I want this. Me and you. You have throughly ruined me, for anybody else.”

This time the kiss is different. It’s shared elation, wet and salty on the tongue, and clumsy as they try to fit into each other. Disappear in one another.

“Are you still mad?”

Those brown eyes don’t resemble gems of green, but they’re filled with incredible warmth and Eddie sees home in them,

Sees a life with them,

It’s own kind of precious.

And he laughs.

“So much, Stevie. I’m mad and heartbroken and falling jn love and happy and so so sure of us. I think, I think I still need some time, I’m really fucked—no, no, shouldn’t cry anymore,” he says as Steve’s face scrunches and it’s so unbelievably cute if he wasn’t blaming himself for it all.

“I just want to make sure I do this right this time. And if I, if I invite you in… I won’t be able to.”

Steve rests his forehead against his, there is heat between them, “But I have you, right?”

“Yeah, took me a while to figure it out but… yeah. Yes. You have me, Steve. God, and I have you. And tomorrow, tomorrow you’re going to come over and pick me up at 6 in the evening so we can eat shitty pancakes at the diner.

And then we’ll figure this out together.”

Part 3 <💛 End, thank you for reading and for all the feedback!

[hoshigray]

𝐎𝐥𝐝 𝐓𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤𝐬, 𝐒𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐓𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐬 | toji fushiguro

𝐒𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: Your ex-husband bringing the kids over for trick-or-treating is one thing; him wanting to spend the night at your place is another. But it's just for the night. There's no way one night can rekindle some old feelings...right?

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: ex-husband! Toji x fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - the reader is around their mid-30s - Tsumiki (age 11) and Megumi (age 9) - mutual pining - kissing/makeout sessions - unprotected sex - Daddy kink - breast sucking + nipple play - fingering (f! receiving) - oral (f! receiving) - spooning + mating press - cervix fucking - breeding kink - praise - clitoral play (pressing and grinding) - pet names (baby, good girl, mama, princess, sweetie, sweet thing) - you and Toji have been divorced for five years - cameos: Gojo, Utahime and Mei Mei - mention of drool/spit and tears - humor bc I'm [not] funny.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 7.6k (....dawg.)

𝐀𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: happy Halloween, everyone!! so, randomly missed writing ex-husband! toji bc it's lowkey my favorite, soooo yeah, this is what we're doing to celebrate the end of the month! anywho, happy October, beautiful ppl, and tysm for reading my works!! Alsooo, ty for 2.8k!!!

“Trick-or-treat!!”

“Gasp—Oh my goodness!” 

“We came to celebrate Halloween! Also, Megumi forgot his toothbrush here again.”

Opening your door to children at the sunset of Halloween day isn’t out of the ordinary or anything special. However, it’s always a pleasant surprise when it’s two kids you hold dear to your heart. You greet them with a hug, two siblings you know too well to say you’re acquainted with. If anything, you’re practically family. 

The raven-haired brother, referred to as Megumi, speaks up. “It’s not my fault! Dad was rushing me last time.”

“Because you had to bring your stuffed animals last time, holding us back for your baseball practice.” Tsumiki, the older sister, snapped back. The two argue amongst themselves in front of you as you try to mediate. It’s no avail until another voice comes to the fray.

“All right, chill out, you two.” The voice belonged to the person approaching the porch stairs, your eyesight capturing the familiar figure walking up with two duffle bags. The one standing tall before you was the father of the children, Toji Fushiguro. Who’s also known as your one and only former husband. “Get inside and finish y’r homework, or else we’re goin’ back home.” 

The siblings stop bickering and head inside, taking off their shoes at the foyer and walking upstairs. Now that they’re gone, you turn to the man with the jet-black hair, his viridian orbs focused on you. The weather was chilly, so the man wore his usual dark denim jacket over his plain black sweatshirt, matching his jeans. “You look good, big guy. What’s in the bags?”

He greets you with a curled lip, and the scar on the side of his lip lifts. “Picked them up from their after-school sports, so it’s their sports gear and costumes for tonight. Mind helpin’ me here?” 

“Hmmm,” you merge your facial expressions to that of faux pondering, turning your back to Toji. “Nah, can’t. Got dinner to finish making.”

“Hmph, should’ve known.” He makes his way through between you and the front door. “Wouldn’t wanna break your pretty nails carrying heavy shit, huh, princess?” 

You glare at him using the nickname, hating his patronizing gaze. “From what I remembered, you would never let me carry the heavy stuff because you thought I was too fragile and easy to break. So how about that, Mr. Knight in Shining Armor?”

“Really? I don’t remember sayin’ all that before. You must’ve put me in a spell.” 

“Probably, I’ve been told I’m quite cute~.”

“Mmm, nah, more like an old hag of a witch.” Toji barks a laugh at your offended reaction, and he immediately ducks and heads for the stairs when you throw a sandal at him.

“At the very least, say I’m a cute witch, fucker.” You say the final word under your breath, grabbing the sandal you threw and heading back to the kitchen.

To say you and Toji were acquainted with one another would be the biggest understatement of the century. The two of you met a decade ago, fell madly in love, and married within a year of the relationship. When you tied the knot, Tsumiki had to have been two years old, and Megumi just turned one year old. You two had been together for four years after that, and you could confidently say those were one of [if not THE] best years of your life. You often second-guessed yourself being in a relationship with someone who had children, fearing that they wouldn’t like you or ignore you.

However, those worries were blown right away as the days went by. Every time you spent time with the children brought you three closer than ever; it was to the point that they saw you as their mother. How sweet! And there’s no denying that Toji loved you. The man would break someone’s nose for you  — yes, it happened before, and it wasn’t pretty — for you were his sweet little thing that kept him going.  

Well, if it was so great, why the divorce? Let’s just say you weren’t Toji’s first love. That title would have to be awarded to the Megumi’s mother. Even in her unfortunate passing, you can tell that Toji loved that woman like no other. It didn’t make you jealous or anything, seeing the man you love still mourn for a dead woman. Hell, you’d probably do the same if you were him. But, you can’t lie; it felt like you were cast over a “shadow” when it came to her influence. It was damn near suffocating to bear, especially in those four years of marriage. So, for your sake and his aching heart, you pulled him aside and suggested a divorce. And Toji didn’t fight you on the proposition, signing the papers and setting you free from the thick air.

Although things ended between you two, that didn’t mean things stopped being what they were. If anything, it was as if nothing happened at all. Even if you still don’t live under the same roof, you still make time to hang with the Fushiguros, whether invited to some occasion or exchange phone calls or texts to check up on them. Even now, five years after your separation, it warms your heart knowing that you get to interact with the people you care about. 

There are moments you find yourself missing living under the same roof with all three of them and living alone can be pretty lonely. But all in all, as long as they’re comfortable and trust you enough to be around, there’s no need to change things up again. Like right now — the four of you sit at the dinner table eating before the kids go off trick-or-treating.

“Are you going to trick-or-treat with us, Y/n?” The brown-haired child sitting next to you asks while finishing up her dinner. 

“Sorry, not this time, gotta be at a Zoom meeting for my job in a few minutes. But I do have someone else to take my place. Gojo will be here at around—Why are you two making that face?” You stop mid-sentence to notice Megumi and Toji at the other side of the table, displaying disgusted facial expressions at the mention of the white-haired other’s name.

“Why him?” They said in unison.

“Why not??” You question their irritation.

“He’s so annoying…” Again, in unison. Proof enough that they’re father and son.

You sigh as you get up to take your plate to the sink. “Oh, come on, you two, it’s not like he’ll be with you guys the entire night. He has a party at a friend’s he’s going to later.” 

“Isn’t he too old to trick-or-treat?” Tsumiki questions, noting that Gojo is way past his undergraduate years. 

“He is, but whatever gets that prick any free sweets,” Toji answers his daughter before getting up to put his dish in the sink. 

You exit the kitchen, head into the living room, and sit on the couch. The laptop you had placed there was ready to open and unlock, and you clicked on applications and windows to look through before your meeting started in the next three to two minutes. He should be here about—

DING-DONG!!

Now.

Right on cue, you motion for Toji to grab the front door, and he follows your command. “Kids, Gojo’s here!” You shout out to the two kids who still sit at the table. “When you’re done eating, you can go upstairs and put your costumes on. But whoever finishes last has to do the dishes.” You can hear commotion from the table as the brunette rushes to put her dish in the sink and dash for the stairs. Megumi groans to himself; you giggle when you hear him mutter an “Aww man…”

You pull out your headphones to connect to your laptop, put them in their respective ears, and prepare yourself for the meeting. Ignoring the faint passive-aggressive tones of your ex-husband when greeting Gojo at the door…

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

Your eyes flutter open, noticing the lighting change around the living room. The orange sunlight no longer decorated the space, substituted with the gradual darkness that overtakes you. The only source of light you can figure out is the flashing from the television screen.

Aside from the TV, there are no other signs of life. There aren’t any signs of Tsumiki or Megumi around playing or causing a raucous. It could only mean the two are still trick-or-treating with Gojo. 

One blink, two blinks. I must’ve fallen asleep after the meeting… You hum while sinking to the couch, burying your face into the pillow. 

But…since when did your pillow act like it was breathing with a heartbeat? And…I smelt that cologne before…How?

“Ya awake now?”

You raise your head, realizing you are not lying on your couch. Technically, you were; however, you were lying on something else on the furniture with you – more like someone. 

It’s then you realize that you were lying on Toji during your entire slumber, him leaning on the end of the couch, one leg spread to make room for you to sleep on him while you sit on the other. And you can guess that you had your head on his chest, snuggling up to his warm figure. He looks at you with his green eyes now darkened by the room, yet you can see their glow from the television light. And that small smile he gives you, the scar on the right side of his lip lifted upward. The familiar butterflies in your stomach flutter like before. Like old times sake…That must be embarrassing, huh?

You frantically try to get off of him, “Sorry about that, I thought—“

“No, no,” Toji places a stern hand on your back, keeping you from moving further. “You were comfortable.” 

You stare at him for a few seconds until your face contours to a look, and a smile starts to creep up while you situate yourself back to your original position, pressing your face back on his chest to listen to the beats of his heart again. “I recall having this couch all to myself not too long ago, so where’d you come from?”

“Well, I wanted to watch some sports highlights, but I figured you’d kick my ass if I pulled you off and had you sleep on the floor instead.” With the click of your tongue, he chortles. You bet your ass I would. “So, I decided to have ya sleep on me while I watch TV.”

“What’s wrong with the other side of the couch? It’s quite vacant and enough for a big guy like you.” 

“True,” his hand rubs circles on your back, an old habit he did when he used to have you like this. “But then I’d be lonely.” 

You titter. “That’s big for someone who said he thrives on being alone.”

“I thrive being alone when I’m working.” You’re glad he can’t see your eyes roll; he’d probably grab you by the cheeks like a child. “Besides, why would I wanna be alone when I have you for myself.”

And there it is, your cheeks begin to warm up. Or was it because you’re so close to him that his heat is transferring to you? That’s probably it, yeah. Let’s change the subject…”How long was I out for? I remember the kids left around 7:30-ish.”

“Mmm, it’s going to eleven right now.”

Three and a half hours? Damn. “It’s past their bedtime.”

Toji scoffs. The abrupt motion of his chest rising is satisfying in a way that makes you even more comfortable. “You still think they’re gonna sleep with all that sweet shit they got?” He snickers some more as you shake your head.

“They know better. When you guys get home, be sure to put their candy bags on the top shelf of the closet for the morning.” 

“Still traumatized from that one time?” 

“Uhhh, yes??” The memory flashes to you for a quick moment, but the dread from before still haunts you. Megumi was six years old and Tsumiki seven, returning home from trick-or-treating and immediately tasting their labor from that night. However, what you didn’t expect was for them both to eat almost half their bags. Let’s just say, thanks to their sugar rushes, they didn’t drop dead until the hour hand touched two of the morning. “Unless it’s the weekend, never again.”

The way the older man chuckles is so therapeutic — it nearly makes you want to fall asleep again. “You weren’t the one chasin' Megumi all over the place tryin' to get him to sleep. Little squirt gets his speed from me.”

“Awww, poor you~” You can sense the glare as you respond in a condescending, sing-song tune. “You and him are always butting heads. Like father, like son.”

“Tch, hate that sayin’ so fuckin’ much.”

“Why? ‘Because it’s true?”

“Shut up.” The hand he used to rest his head comes down to pinch your nose. You wriggle out of his hold with giggles, but he happily keeps you grounded to him with his stronghold and a leg wrapped around to prevent yours from moving. “He only listens to you. Such a sweet lil’ baby to you, huh? Puttin’ my own son against me.”

More giggles prompt out of tiny guilt, and you bring up a hand to rub on his chest. “He’s such a bright boy now. Growing up so big and fast.”

“Miki, too. That girl is way too smart fr' me to catch up. And she’s becoming so kind and strong, crazy to think she made me play teacups when she could barely go down the stairs by herself.” Toji hums, the vibrations felt on the pads of your fingers. “Think she gets that from you.” 

You shook your head. “They’re your babies. They do amazing things because they have a big guy like you to catch them if they ever fall.”

“Hmm, fair…But let’s not pretend I’m the best dad in the world. Fuck, never in my life did I think I’d be a dad, especially with two kids. I didn’t know shit back then — still! I still don’t know shit.” You don’t say anything, just listening to him voice his thoughts to you. Because he knows you’d listen – you always do. “If you weren’t there for them, I don’t think they’d be shining like this. Y’re definitely the thing that brought us up together. They look up to you so much. Ya did so well with them.”

Nodding aimlessly, his black sweatshirt grazing on your cheek. “Thank you. Same to you. Didn’t do so bad yourself, big guy.”

“Mmm.”

Nothing is said between you two after that. The only thing that makes noise is the voices coming from the television. The volume lowered, an initiative you could guess from Toji wanting you to get some rest. The silence was too awkward that it might torture some, but it was fine where it was. There was no need to change it, especially when you were comfortable in each other’s embrace.

That is, until Toji asks, “Do you miss it?” The rubs on your back go slower, his fingertips drawing a ticklish sensation.

“Of course I do. All the time.” You answer honestly, turning your head to rest your chin on him. Your eyes glimpse directly at his, giving him a tiny grin. “Why ask? I know the kids miss me being around; what about you? Miss me nagging and putting you to work all the time?”

He sneers at your comment. “Every day.”

It was such a simple answer, yet it had the power to wipe that smirk right off your face. Your eyes locked in his sight, and your heart tuning to an irregular rhythm. Oh, come on, Y/n, get a grip! “Ahem—Toji, I hope you know that I never stopped missing everything we had — I never will. Those years that we shared were probably the best I’ve had. We had happy moments, others sad, of course. But, God, do I miss it all. I miss it so much. I miss having you guys here. Miki and Gumi and—“

“Me?” Good Lord, if this man doesn’t stop looking at you with those goddamn eyes of his, such captivating orbs that say more than he lets on. Your breath hitches, and so does the hand on your back. “Hmm? Ya miss me, baby?”

Oh, for fuck’s sake. Why’d you have to call me that? And it gets worse when he places his free hand on your cheek, his thumb brushing your skin while the forefinger teases the lobe and tragus of your ear. Goddammnit…

“...Yes,” your voice was down a whisper, which could easily be mistaken with the television. But you know Toji heard you, loud and clear. “Especially you, Toji.” You said it. The words that he wanted to hear from you. They felt so forbidden to say, yet it was the truth. You avert your gaze away from him. But you knew that wouldn’t work, not right now. Toji taps your cheek with his thumb, and your eyes sheepishly return to his.

He doesn’t say anything, and that makes your heart beat at an unbearable rate. It’s all you can hear when you stare into his deep emerald eyes, the sound of it ringing your eardrums as if you could puke. Your throat running dry, so you gulp to ease the uncomfortable bob. If something could just happen to end this anxious torture, that would be great. 

And then your prayers get answered: something does happen. Toji slowly brings his face closer to yours — your body goes rigid, and you instantly face away before the inevitable happens. No, I didn’t mean that!

“Aht aht, don’t do that, baby.” His hand slithers from your cheek to your chin, forcing you to face straight at him. “Lemme see you.”

“Toji, wait,” your voice travels out in a shaky breath. “We shouldn’t be doing this. We can’t cross this line anymore.”

He listens to your pleas, but his body does otherwise. Placing a gentle kiss on your forehead while the hand on your back snakes downward. “Why not?” His gruff voice dialed down to a whisper.

“Because—Mmmm…” Toji interrupts you by licking the helix of your ear. Oh, you slick bastard. “We’re supposed to be done…” 

“That’s not stoppin’ me from takin’ care of my sweet thing.” Jesus Christ, you almost melted from the way he whispered that to your ear. He’s pulling out all the same old tricks, and it gets more hellish by the second as you try not to give in. “So, y're gonna let me take care of you like I always do, right, mama?”

Both his hands now rest on your ass, groping it while your hips sway as if they have a mind of their own. The leg between yours comes up slightly, making you ride on it. The heat on your cheeks has already blossomed to your ears, making it hard to think straight. Gripping his sweatshirt, your hips ride his thigh to ease the throbbing sensation that grows with every motion. Good God, you shouldn’t be doing this. You know you shouldn’t be doing this. However, it’s been so long that you felt wanted like this — wanted by him. It’s all the same – his voice, his hands, his words, his body, and the names he calls – yet here you are turning into putty. 

“Haaahh, Mmmfff…Toji, please,” Toji withdraws his face from your shoulder, leaving him to examine your expression. You must look so dumb right now, with your hooded eyes and shivering lips. But, at this point, do you even care? “Please…Treat me right.”

One moment, you see his gaze narrow with a devious glint. Next, you’re taken aback when Toji slams his lips on yours, kissing and sucking your bottom lip until you give him access. With a moan, you open your mouth for him and sink deeper into the kiss. Your hands come around his neck, keeping him focused on you and you alone. Not that he would have it any other way.

His strong hands continue to knead your asscheeks while you hump and grind on his thigh. Nibbling on your lip, you whimper helplessly for him. It strokes his ego, knowing he’s making you like this, the fucking bastard. He takes in your tiny cries happily, shoving his tongue to play with yours. You give in to him, almost losing your balance riding his thigh, yet Toji’s lips never leave yours.

You break the kiss to get an imperative breath, panting loudly and sweetly for him as Toji kisses and licks your ear. The sounds make your lower region twitch. “Hnnmm, fuck…That’s my girl. So fuckin’ good fr’ me always, Y/n…” You can feel him slide a hand up to the hem of your leggings, forcing it inside for his thick fingers to brush up on the bare flesh of your butt. You gasp sharply. Him squeezing your butt has you biting down on his sweatshirt. “—Hahhh, Oh God, Toji,” With every squeeze, he inches closer to your panty-covered chasm, where you know he’d find a damp spot. Please touch me. Please, please, plea—

CLACK-CLINK!!

The two of you are frozen stiff when you hear the sound of the door opening and closing, the foyer lights turned on. “Alright~, we got you guys home. See ya later!” That was Gojo’s voice, indicating everyone was finally back from trick-or-treating. This means that Tsumiki and Megumi are about to see you on top of their father, his hand in your leggings and smacking lips with yours. Your eyes shoot wide with horror — immediately remove yourself from Toji and stand up from the couch to pull your bottoms up. You barely had the chance to peek at Toji because the kids already run to the living room to find you two.

“Y/n, Y/n, look!” The brunette was the first to greet you with her adorable pink Barbie cowgirl costume. She and her brother, dressed as Sasuke Uchiha, cheerfully showcased their pillowcases full of candy. “Look at all this candy we got!”

“Wooow, you guys really went on a haul,” you can only hope they can’t see you sweating bullets through your fake reaction. “Wh–Where’s Gojo?” 

“He dropped us off here a few seconds ago and left for the party,” The raven-haired boy answered while scanning his pillowcase.

You only nod along until you frantically wipe your mouth, realizing the tiny trail of spit from the corner of your mouth. “Umm—Ahem, well then, I’m glad you two got all that candy. Now, let’s hurry up and get you guys home so you can get ready for school tomorrow!” 

But the children didn’t move an inch. Actually, they looked like they were going to tell you something. You lift a brow. Oh no, they’re going to look at each other. They looked at each other and then glanced back at you. Oh, God, no. “Uhhh, Y/n, we were thinking.” Big sister Tsumiki is always the one who asks the following question. “Can we stay over?”

You inhale a massive breath, yet you do your best not to exhale a heavy sigh. “Kids, you promised to keep the overnight stays to three at max per month. This will be the fifth!” 

“Yeah, but it’s dark out. Plus, it’s way past our bedtime.” The younger chimes in with a tiny pout. “We’ll be asleep by the time Dad gets us home.”

And here comes Tsumiki with the tag-team response to add on. “And that means he’ll have to make continuous trips back and forth from the car. Picking me and Megumi up, getting our bookbags, the bags full of candy, the whole thing! We already packed up our PJs just in case.” 

You stood there staring at the two in astonishment. There’s no way they thoroughly planned this out. There’s just no way… And to make it worse, they were making valid arguments. You open your mouth to say something, but the two give the best puppy eyes they can. The wave of guilt hits like a train, internally cringing. You turn to Toji, who still sits on the couch, and the motherfucker only gives you a shrug. Wow, what a helpful father he is.

You groan into your hands, shaking your head while looking at the kids who wait for your verdict. “…Alright, you can stay as long as you PROMISE to put those candy bags in my bedroom closet. Deal?” The happy smiles and aggressive head shakes should answer your question. “Good, now go ahead and take your showers before you head for bed.” They rushed to the stairs by the time you finished that sentence, so enthusiastic about staying the night at your house, and you can’t help but smile hearing their footsteps run up the stairs. 

With that being said, you turn to the older man again. Your brows are trenched down, but your smile is still present. “So, you legit just sat there and let those two tag-team me like that? In my own house?”

Another shrug with a dumb smirk on his handsome face. “Told you: too smart fr’ me to catch up.” You shake your head before exiting to get the kids and guest rooms ready, leaving him with the television. 

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

The midnight hour has finally danced its way into the darkness of the night. Halloween is finally over, and the month of October is no more. The pitter-patter sound of the rain cleanses the neighborhood of its merits and festivities that partook hours ago, ready for a new phase of the year to take over.

After having the guest room ready with sheets and sleepwear for Toji and kissing the kids goodnight, you rinse your stress off with a nice shower and put on your pajamas to get ready for bed. After you turn the lights off, you drape the comforter over your figure as your body sinks with the cozy sheets and pillowcase. Your eyes close while focusing on the curtains of your window, the only light piercing inside being the lampposts by the street. 

…Well, at least that’s what’s supposed to happen. But that’s not the case because you’re not the only one lying comfortably on your mattress. Instead, Toji is here with you, in your room, on your bed, his chest to your back, and his hand roaming inside your oversized shirt. Your lips are now connected with his, sharing your erotic moans with his enticing groans, and you get a little louder as his fingers cup and play with your breast.

“Mmphh…Ahhhh, I thought I told you you’re sleeping in the guest room—Nmmff!” He tweezes your nipple with his forefinger and thumb roughly.  

“And I thought you’d be smart enough to know that wasn’t gonna happen.” Toji kisses the crook of your neck, drawing near your ear for him to whisper. “Besides, look at you. Still sleepin’ with no underwear on?”

“Hmph, only when I have a man around the house.” That answer got you another rough tweak on your nip and a purposeful gnaw to your ear. You knew he’d react like that, never liking the mention of another man leaving your mouth – especially during an intimate time like this.

“That so? What man you know that can handle all this?” Toji then moves from his side to be between your legs, pulling up your shirt to fully expose your chest. And your breathe hitches while his free hand travels down your abdomen to your bottoms.

“Ahhhh, no one. Just you...” You look at him with half-lidded eyes, taking in his reaction to what you said. The salacious grin on his face becoming broader should entail that he greatly loved that retort.

He brings his face to your other unattended nipple, “Good answer, princess.” The nub of your breast enters his mouth, and the wet warmth of his tongue greets it with lapped motions and grazes from his teeth. Despite that, it doesn’t distract you from the fact your bottoms are pulled down with ease and are thrown to the bedroom floor, leaving your cunt out for him, your erotic fluids seeping and glistening from the outside lights. 

Toji plays with your folds until he can stuff his pointer finger into your chasm, the insertion resulting in your body’s jolt. It’s been a long while since you had his thick digit inside you, playing and scraping the inner walls to evoke whimpers. God, it felt so good, this satisfying feeling returning to awaken your body to his touch. He interacts with your body as if he’s the only person who knows how to get you going – and it’s the truth. No one can put you in a blissful haze quicker than this man. And you’d prefer to keep it that way. 

The addition of his middle finger into your leaky entrance startles you, the thick digit making its way in with such vigor that he uses both fingers to scrape the velvety texture of your walls. Your eyes are now screwed shut at the growing commotion between your thighs, and the heat within your body flourishing all around gets to your head. “—Khmm, Oh fuuck, Toji. Please, don’t stop.” 

With a soft ‘pop’ noise from his lips, Toji replies to your demands. “I’m sorry, what’s my name again?” You giggle with trenched brows. Of course, how could I forget?

“Nmmph, D-Daddy, pleaseee, I’m so clo—Ahhhann!!” He puts his thumb to your clit, grinding down on it unexpectedly. “I wanna cum, pleaseee…”

“Hmmm, good girl,” he teased, laying down kisses, nibbling on the skin of your stomach and inner thighs until he arrives at your leaking slit. Your body jerks up from the bed when you feel the cold, wet muscle slowly lick on your clitoris before ravaging your folds. The sounds of his mouth on your cunt are so lewd to the ear, slurping noises from his lips with the lapping motions of his tongue claiming your come are too much for you. And when he uses his hand to swipe and pinch your clit? Oh, it’s a wrap. Your release comes out without control, biting down on your bottom lip to make sure your cries don’t leave this space for the kids to hear. Their room is on the other side down the hall; tonight isn’t the night for too many risks.

When your trembling body calms down and subsides, Toji withdraws his face from between your thighs. Your essence paints his mouth, and he wipes his chin clean while licking the remnants that coat his scarred lips. “Hmph, missed tastin’ you like that.” You open your eyes when your high finally evades you, watching your ex-husband pull down his sweats. His erection springs out and hits his stomach, your mind going rampant with thoughts as you ogle at his freed limb. Shit, it’s been so long. Will that shit even fit me again?

“Don’t think it’ll fit, baby?” Damn him, he loves teasing you. Toji then discards his black wife-beater, at long last revealing his well-built, brawny physique that has you drooling for him. He uses his hands to maneuver your legs—your knees pushed to your chest as your legs propped up on his shoulders. A position you’re all too familiar with. Your eyes don’t leave Toji’s cock as he aligns his cock to your slick-coated folds. “Take some breaths fr’ me, sweetie. Can’t take care of you when you’re all tense.”

You take up on his advice and begin taking deep breaths, reminding yourself to maintain the steady pattern as he pushes the tip of his dick between the lips of your cunt. Every inhale is where he nudges into the hole of your inner cavern, and every exhale gives you time to breathe out the pain that comes in for a split second. This carries on until the cockhead wedges itself perfectly into your vagina, along with the inches of his girth that stretches until the base kisses your lips, the tip of him kissing your cervix. Tears swell up in your eyes, taking more deep breaths to prepare yourself for what’s about to come. 

“Oooh fuuuck…Heh, yeah, that’s my baby right there. Fittin’ so perfect fr’ me, mama…” He puts his weight on you, keeping your figure unmoving under his bow. 

“Nmmmf, Daddyyy,” you’re forced to take in all of him, and drool trails down your lips with no hope of taking care of it. “…I’m so full, you’re too much…”

“I know, sweetie, I know.” He wipes your spit after kissing your forehead. How gentle compared to what you’re about to go through. “Gonna move now.” His thrusts start slow for the two of you to adjust to each other; the feeling of his length’s veins coming in and out of your chasm is so euphoric, and the kisses to your cervix want your body to writhe and squirm. But you’re bent into this position for a reason: forced to submit to him no matter what. So you do just that.

Yet your horny haze gets more potent once he picks up the pace, rutting into you with increased speed. Your slit, still sensitive from earlier, gets overstimulated with the constant grazes on your gummy walls and jabs to your tender cervix. It takes everything in your power not to come so early.

“—Hahhhh, Nmmph. Oh, shit, shit, shit…” Toji groans above you, the thrusts of his pelvis increase to an irregular rhythm, grinding deep into your cunt to the point of uncontrollable babbles escaping your lips. His bullying on your insides results in you gripping his length hard, causing the older man to hiss and moan at your contractions. “—Ohhhfuuuckk!! Jesus Christ, baby. Y’re gonna make me go crazy.” 

As if that wasn’t already happening now that he pistons his cock into your wetness, your brain turning into mush from the onslaught of ruts to your puffy wet chasm. Tears stream down your face, and more drool follows down with more precise hits to your delicate canal. The pounding in your head makes it hard to think of anything else, the squelching noises and paps of Toji’s balls hitting your cunt making it worse. 

“D-Daddyyy, I’m—Ohoooo!! Oh, Jesus, ohhhshit!” You can’t formulate a proper sentence, too engulfed with the electrifying sensations coursing through your body. 

“Damn, you feel too fucking good—Hnngh!!” Toji places his forehead on yours, resting his entire weight on you while his hips have a mind of their own. “‘Bout to make me knock you up…”

Oh, good Lord. The mere thought of having a child is the last thing that should be on your mind. But in a time like this, who in their right mind would be thinking straight? “Nnnfff! Oh God, pleaseee, fill me up, Daddyy!” Green eyes narrow with trenched brows. “—Pleasepleasepleaseee!! I want you to fill me up so bad, I want it, I want—Hyaaaaa!!” 

How can he deny your desperate, teary pleas when you’re urging him on like this? “Heh, you’re so fuckin’ sexy, mama.” Toji captures your lips with his, your mewls taken by him as you sink further into your pleasurable thrill.

Sporadic thrusts of his pelvis produce more raunchy noises in the joining of your sexes, his heavy balls smacking on your cunt as he drives the base of his cock straight into you. Your slit is now a puffy mess, come and slick form a soapy mess that Toji now harbors a milky ring around his girth. A few rushed, sloppy thrusts heighten your high once more, and then Toji presses his pelvis down to the hilt on one final, harsh thrust, unloading his seed into your aching folds. And your climax follows in a few seconds, the walls of your cunt fluttering on his pulsating dick as your essence soaks him. Your muffled shrieks are received by him, quivering under him until the aftershocks wash through your body. 

Once you two breathe at a steady tempo and the nerves of your sweaty bodies fall still, the kiss is broken with heavy pants and a string of spit that links you two together. Toji buries his face between your neck and shoulder, licking and kissing your skin as you’re allowed time to experience your clarity.

“Hmmm…You know I’m not done yet, princess.” Toji mumbles to your ear before stationing your legs off his shoulders for them to rest.

“Yeah, I know, big guy.” You tease him with a breathless laugh, kissing him on the temple. “Always wanting more…”

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

“…So, you’re telling me you had your ex-husband spend the night? Not just the kids?”

“Yup, that’s what happened.” 

This morning was different from your usual routine – well, you can’t say it’s different if you have done it before, huh? After five years of divorce, you thought you’d be so used to waking up and getting ready for work without worrying about others. However, this morning proves otherwise.

It felt natural walking into the kids’ room and lightly shaking them awake, telling them to get ready while you whip up something quick for them to eat as Toji showers (using your bathroom, by the way). Watching the kids run down the stairs and eat breakfast puts a smile on your face, reminiscing about the good old days when they were younger and teenier. It sometimes feels surreal doing the same thing for them now that they’re getting older and taller. But seeing them bicker and interact with each other in your presence never fails to warm your heart.

When Toji’s finished freshening up and loading his kids’ stuff in his truck, it’s time to bid them farewell for their departure for school. You give them final touch-ups on their hair and outfits, reminding them to be safe and not get into trouble (especially Megumi, now that the boy’s been getting into fights). And before they rush to the car, you hug them and give each a kiss on the cheek. Here is where the warm feeling inside your heart begins to deteriorate, not wanting to let them go. Yet, for their sake – and education – you release them and hope for the best.

The last to leave was Toji, who came from the kitchen to the front door with a paper plate wrapped in foil in one hand. His name is written boldly by a black Sharpie. “This fr' me?” 

“No, it’s for Shiu Kong, for dealing with you all the time.” You stick your tongue out at Toji as he glares at you, not even moving out of the way while he exits through the door. “You better eat that when you get to work, you have a terrible habit of skipping lunch.” 

“Whatever ya say, mom.” He pesters you with the title, knowing you’re technically not a mother anymore. Yet it only makes you smile knowing he notices your maternal side. 

“Don’t forget to text me when Tsumiki’s soccer game is next week.” You watch him go down the porch stairs. 

“Will do.”He whistles. 

“And Toji?”

The man stops walking to turn to you, his forest green eyes fixed on you so quickly that you almost forget what you want to say. Or what you wanted to do. You place your fingers on your lips and blow a kiss with an outward gesture. It was an old habit you did whenever he left, something you can’t seem to get out of practice with. It’s embroidered in your mind at this point. 

And when he catches the kiss with his free hand and places it on his chest, it makes your heart skip a beat. Toji grins, “I’ll be damned if that was fr' Shiu, too.”

You snicker with a shaken head. “Drive safe, Toji.” Closing the front door, you stand there for a while. Your smile doesn’t falter; it gets bigger as you replay the moment instead. Thinking about him, hearing him, seeing him, it all drives you crazy. And that’s a good thing…right?

“I don’t know, sounds like you still kinda care about the guy.” 

“Of course I do,” So here you are, sitting in your living room enjoying the rays of the sunset decorating the space, in a video call with your best friends, Utahime and Mei Mei. You reply to the former’s comment. “Just because I don’t have the ring on my finger doesn’t mean I shouldn’t care about him. I mean, he’s the father of two lovely children.”

“Shoot, you’re better than me, then.” The dark-haired woman admits. “But you’re kinda proving my point, Y/n. Even when you don’t have the ring on, you two act like the same old couple, and it’s definitely not just for the kids’ sake. Let’s be real here.” 

You try to interject, but the pale-blue-haired other, Mei Mei, intervenes, “I agree. It’s one thing if you let the children stay over, but he also wanted to spend the night. Sure, he could’ve been tired from driving all day and such. However, if you’re still seeing a man for the last five years – while legally unbound – and he says he wants to spend the night under your roof, which is rare, that should ring some bells at least.”

“I know, it did…” you nod along with what your friend is saying, throwing your head back with a heavy sigh. “But it’s not like he’s never spent the night here before, nor is he banished from stepping inside.” 

“Oh? Then why is this time different from the others?”

Utahime jumps in after Mei Mei’s chirp. “Yeah, you’re telling us about all these nostalgic lovey-dovey feelings as if you’re falling in love with him all over again. What, did you two have sex or something?” 

An open mouth, yet no words come out, leaving you in a predicament. You could’ve just lied or swerved the subject to something else. But you didn’t. And the two women on the screen lift their brows with hooded eyes, a look meaning a thousand words. You couldn’t even explain yourself either because a sudden knock on your door captured the attention of all three of you. 

You stand up and walk towards the door, your friends still on call on the phone at hand. Opening the door, you’re almost stunned to see in front of you. Tsumiki and Megumi with nervous smiles, and their father at the car collecting the same duffles bags from last night. You’re kidding.

“Hey, kids.” The two of them gulped from not calling them by their names. You bring up the phone to face the screen to them. “Say hello to Auntie Mei Mei and Utahime.” The women on the line smile and wave at the children, who sheepishly wave back.

“Hi, aunties.” Megumi greets them, and then his eyes drift back to you. “So, Y/n—“

“What did you forget this time?” Straight to the point, no room for excuses.

“It was Miki this time! She forgot her soccer cleats.” The older sibling gawks at her younger brother for calling her out.

“Tsumiki, I know you have cleats at home.”

“I do, but these are special! You bought them for my birthday, and I’ve been wearing them to every game ever since! So, I was scared when I couldn’t find them at home.” The brunette was quick to defend her stand. “Also, Dad doesn’t feel like driving up here and then back. So…can we…”

You close your eyes and bring the phone to your face to shield your vexation. Twice in a row, the sixth time this month. You can hear the giggles of your friends from the other side of the phone, adding more fuel to the fire. You don’t look up until you hear heavy footsteps on the porch, seeing Toji holding both duffle bags with a hand and shoulder. He stares at you as you stare at him, a silent conversation on how to handle this situation. And when he shrugs with lifted brows, you realize it’s no use and release the long-awaited sigh.

“….If I see one more thing being left behind here, you guys can’t come back till December, understand?” It wasn’t anything serious, but enough for the kids to know you weren’t joking. They nod their heads in unison while you roll your eyes. “Okay, get in here.” They rushed inside with gleeful laughs, the shuffling of their backpacks following along with them. Your eyes then drift to Toji as he walks up to you. “Did you forget something here, too?”

“Yeah,” you lift a brow when he drops Megumi’s bag to the floor. Before you can register his hand on your chin, you squeak when he brings his lips to yours. It lasted for seconds, but the kiss was sweet and tender, sucking on your lip before letting go with a playful bite. “Meant to give you that when you woke up. Thanks fr' the food, mama.” 

Toji picks the bag up and walks inside your home to put the bags in the rooms, leaving you standing on the porch with an astounded expression. You couldn’t appropriately calibrate your thoughts until you heard faint laughs from the phone. Then, you realize your best friends witnessed the entire scene that transpired. 

Utahime, with the slyest leer, was the first to say something. “Oh yeah, he laid that pipe on you good, without a doubt.”

“Mhmm,” Mei Mei agrees with a chuckle. “And I'm guessing he’s gonna do it again tonight. Isn’t that right, Y/n?”

You end the video call with a heated face. “Sh-Shut your damn mouths!!” Again, you groan into your hands before returning inside. Thank God I still have those birth control pills...

♱ 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

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[missdynamighttt]

thinking abt katsuki who gets mad when u put a pillow on ur lap when he lays down on it 💔💔 AND THIS IS FOR THE CHUBBY GIRLS W THICK THIGHS!!! urgh katsuki would so love a pluz size girl he would be all over her

katsuki was pouting. actually, no—he was sulking. that'd probably because he was in hell. not the kind with fire and demons, no, this was worse.

you had barely sat down on the couch before he sprawled out dramatically, resting his head in your lap like he always did.

it was his favorite place to be, right on top of you, wrapped up in your warmth, your scent, your presence.

but today, you did the unthinkable.

because right in front of him, you had the audacity, the sheer disrespect, to place a pillow on your lap. his lap. the lap that he was supposed to lay on, unfiltered, unobstructed, completely consuming you like he deserved.

“what the fuck is this?” he grumbled, glaring at the offensive object like it personally insulted his entire bloodline.

“it’s a pillow, katsuki,” you replied, suppressing a smile.

“yeah? no shit, why is it here?” his voice was all sorts of offended, like you had personally wronged him in the worst way possible. “i don’t wanna lay on some dumb pillow—i wanna lay on you.”

you rolled your eyes. “maybe i don’t want your heavy-ass head on my legs all the time.”

“oh, please,” he scoffed, shifting so he could grab at your thighs. his fingers squeezed your flesh, his grip firm but greedy. “these are mine. they’re meant for me. not a goddamn pillow.”

you bit your lip, trying not to laugh while his red eyes flicked between you and the pillow like he was debating setting it on fire. “katsuki—”

“no.” he glared at the pillow like it was his sworn enemy. “you’re warm. you’re soft. you’re perfect. and you’re putting this thing between us?”

he sounded actually hurt, as if the pillow was personally getting in the way of his love for you. “why would you do that to me?”

you blinked at him. “are you really getting this worked up over a pillow?”

“yes.” he said it without shame, without hesitation. “now move it.���

you raised an eyebrow, pretending to consider it. “and what do i get if i do?”

he smirked, shifting so his hand trailed up your thigh, squeezing with purpose. “oh, baby, you know what you’ll get.”

you sighed dramatically, pretending to be reluctant as you removed the pillow.

the instant it was gone, katsuki squished his face into your thighs with a satisfied groan, wrapping his arms around your waist like he was afraid you’d take it away again.

“never pull that shit again,” he mumbled, nuzzling into you. “i got the best damn thighs in the world, and you wanna cover ‘em up with some dumbass pillow? over my dead body."

he sighed deeply, like he had just endured the greatest hardship known to man. his face was completely buried in your thighs, as if he could merge with them if he tried hard enough.

"see?" he murmured, voice slightly muffled against your thigh. "this is how it's supposed to be. no stupid pillow. just you."

you rolled your eyes, but the fond smile tugging at your lips betrayed you. "you’re such a drama queen."

"yeah, and you're my throne, so shut up and let me enjoy it," he shot back, already closing his eyes like he planned to stay there forever.

you huffed a laugh as you ran your fingers through his hair, scratching lightly at his scalp. his grip on you tightened, a pleased hum vibrating against your skin as he melted into your touch.

for someone so explosive, so rough around the edges, he sure acted like a needy housecat when it came to you.

‎‧₊˚✧[ it's me, kia ! ]✧˚₊‧ ｡ﾟ•┈꒰ა ♡ ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ ‎‧₊˚✧[ more of katsuki ! ]✧˚₊‧

⋆˚࿔ kia's note ˚⋆ anon ilysm for requesting this, i really do. i'm probably writing the breeding kink next after this, considering it a 4k special since we're going so fast😭 lmk if you wanna be tagged and i hope you guys enjoy💗💗

[hoshifighting]

sucking off svt until their tummy caves in a little?

seungcheol thinks he’s in control… until he’s not. he’s all cocky at first, like, “yeah, that’s it, baby, just like that,” but the second you hollow your cheeks and really get into it = his voice cracks. literally. you’ve got him gripping the sheets like they’re the only thing keeping him tethered to earth. his abs are tensing up, his eyes roll back, and his hands fly to your hair, but not to control you—he’s just holding on for dear life. “f-fuck, baby… what the hell are you doing to me?” but you know he doesn’t really mean it. he’s loving it, and you can tell by the way his hips are bucking into your mouth, half against his will. “goddamn… you’re gonna kill me.”

jeonghan tries to tease you. “is that all you got?” he’s smirking, like you’re not about to ruin his whole life. the second you start working your tongue, his smirk falters. you feel his thighs start to shake, and he’s pressing his head back into the pillow, gasping haard. “oh fuck… okay, okay, i get it—jesus—” he’s laughing, but it’s breathless, like he’s losing his mind, and he knows he’s not the one in control anymore. he’s letting out these choked noises.

joshua’s the one who tries to stay all proper at first, but you’re sucking him off so good, he’s losing his damn mind. his hands are gripping your shoulders, and his mouth falls open, this breathy little whine slipping out. “holy shit... you tryna destroy me or something?” and his head’s tilting back, all flushed and fucked out. he’s trying so hard not to swear too much, but the second you take him deep, he curses, his hips jerking up without thinking. “breathe, y/n… breathe.” but it’s him who’s struggling to catch his breath.

junhui’s a mess almost immediately. like, you’ve barely started, and he’s already grabbing the back of your head, eyes squeezed shut, muttering some shit in chinese under his breath. muscles twitching with every move of your mouth. “fuck, babe, i—i can’t—gonna cum quick asf” he’s got his eyes clenched shut, his voice shaky as hell, and when you go harder, his voice cracks, turning into these low, broken moans that you know are real.

hoshi tells you how good you look between his legs and etc. “shit, shit, shit! oh my god, baby, what are you—oh fuck!” but the second you really get into it, he’s gone. the words are lost in his throat, his hands are gripping your hair so tight, like he’s trying to ground himself. “holy fuck, i—i’m gonna—” his whole body jerks, and his abs? they’re going wild, twitching like he can’t control himself. when you don’t stop, he’s whining, high-pitched and breathless. “you’re gonna suck the soul outta me!”

wonwoo is just breathing deep and letting you do your thing, but his cool cracks the second you start going harder. you hear him let out this low groan, his hands flexing on your shoulders. “you’re… too good at this,” he murmurs, voice all low and husky. his stomach’s tensing up, muscles flexing like he’s trying to hold it together. and when you hollow your cheeks, really taking him deep, his voice gets rougher. “fuck—keep going.” he’s barely holding on, eyes screwed shut like he’s about to ascend.

woozi’s done for. you hear him choke on a gasp, his abs caving in like he’s trying to breathe through it. “oh my god—fuck, slow down,” he mutters, but you know he doesn’t mean it. his hands are tangled in your hair, and every time you take him deeper, he’s letting out these broken, breathy moans that he probably didn’t even realize he could make. “fuck… fuck, i’m gonna… if you keep—oh shit.” his body’s shaking like crazy.

minghao’s the quiet type, but you know you’ve got him when his thighs start trembling. “fuck, so good, so good” he whispers, almost too quiet, but then his abs are caving in, and his hands are gripping your neck. he’s not saying much, but his body’s doing all the talking—his hips twitch up into your mouth, and his breathing gets all ragged. you hear this whiny moan slip out, and when you look up, his head’s thrown back, mouth open, and you know you’ve got him. “don’t stop,” he finally whispers, voice raspy.

mingyu’s gone from the start, honestly. you’ve barely even started, and he’s already letting out those moans that doesn't even match him, like he’s feeling it in his soul. voice is all shaky when he tries to talk. “holy… fuck, baby, slow down!” his hands are in your hair, half pulling, half just holding on. when you go harder, his voice breaks, and he’s gasping. “oh my god, you’re too good at this…” he’s laughing breathlessly, but his moans are way louder than his jokes.

seokmin’s moaning so loud he shocks himself. “oh my god, wait—fuck, fuck,” he’s saying, his body jerking every time you take him deeper. his abs are flexing like crazy, and he’s got this absurd look in his eyes like he can’t believe what you’re doing to him. “how are you… fuck, i’m gonna lose it.” when you don’t let up, he’s almost crying, voice all high-pitched and breathless.

seungkwan’s absolutely losing his shit. “oh fuck—wait, wait,” he’s gasping, his hands flailing for something to grab onto. his stomach’s twitching, and his voice is breaking into these high-pitched moans that he’s probably embarrassed about, but he can’t control it. “holy shit, i’m gonna… fuck, i’m gonna come.” his hands are shaking as he grabs your head, he’s crying as you suck the soul out of him.

vernon’s gripping the sheets, abs tensing so hard you can see the muscles twitch almost wanting to rip his skin, and he’s got this breathy, broken moan slipping out. “you’re gonna suck the life out of me.” his whole body jerking with every deep suck.

chan's stomach tightens, caving in, the muscles squirming exhaustively. “oh my god… y/n, what the fuck?!” his stomach’s contracting, and he’s moaning so loud he can’t even control it. “shit, slow down, i’m gonna… fuck!” his legs are shaking, and he’s whining, moaning, chuckling. “i’m not gonna last like this!”

[oizysian]

25 // Watching porn together // Ideas

Summary: Wanda and Y/N spend some quality time together.

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Warnings: enchanted strap, porn, dirty talk, blow job

Word count: 1k

Kinktober masterlist

The television flickered with images of a couple, or they’re assumed to be a couple, making out naked. It was a man and a woman to shake things up a bit, and I was watching intently while Wanda traced shapes on my belly with her fingertips.

“If I had a cock,” I started, threading my fingers through her hair and grabbing a fistful, forcefully, but gently. “I’d force you down on it like this.”

I guided her head down on my crotch, getting wet just from the image of her pretending to suck my imaginary cock. I let out a low moan, biting my lip as I continued to bob her head up and down.

“Y/N …” she giggled softly, slapping my hand away from her head. “I do that anyway with your strap.”

“Yeah, but a real cock.” I brought my hand down to the juncture of my thighs and stroked my invisible dick. “Just being able to feel your mouth, hot and wet, and cum all over you.” I shuddered. “A dream.”

“A dream?” She questioned, the couple on the television now fucking doggy style. “A dream I can turn into a reality.”

My eyes got wide, excited, and urged her to continue.

“I can enchant your strap, make it feel like your own dick - if you’d like me to.”

“Yes! I-I mean,” I blushed, embarrassed at my answer. “That would be really …”

“I’d love for you to cum inside me.” She whispered against my lips. “Fill me with your babies.”

“Oh fuck, Wands.” I whimpered, absolutely soaked at this point, the sounds the woman in the video was making were not helping.

She smiled, stroking her hand along my abdomen.

“Do you wanna feel how wet I am for you? How tight I am?”

“Oh god, yes, please.” I was begging now. I needed this. I needed her.

“Promise you’ll make me take it all.”

“I swear on everything precious in this world that you’ll take every drop of my cum.”

She giggled, reaching over me to grab the strap we already had taken out in preparation for this night. She brought it over to the apex of my thighs and her eyes went red, the toy becoming my appendage in less than a second.

“Oh shit, fuck,” I cursed under my breath, the new feelings very overwhelming. “This is …”

“This is amazing. I was hoping it would work.”

“Hoping?”

She looked down at it and shrugged.

“This is the first time I’ve tried it. But I’ve thought about it. A lot.”

She brought her hand down to it, letting her fingers slide along the tip. My hips jerked and I shuddered under her touch, unable to control this new piece of me.

“You’ll get used to it in time.” She said, reading my mind. “Your thoughts are so loud, I’m sorry.”

“I’m glad you’re listening to my thoughts because I’m not sure words are going to work for me in a few minutes.”

She smiled up at me and gave me a peck on the lips before sliding down my body, bringing her face to my brand new cock and pressing a kiss to the tip.

“Holy shit, I’m already gonna bust.”

“Don’t.” She giggled. “I want you to do it inside me.”

“I promise nothing.”

She took it into her mouth and I let out a low, needy groan, threading my fingers through her tousled locks and pushing her head down onto me. She was so wet and hot and I needed more.

She took as much of it as she could in her mouth before she started to gag, pulling off of it and trying again. I could feel my entire body tightening and the coil in my belly was just about to break. Is this what virgin boys felt like?

Hearing my thoughts once again, she pulled off of me, straddling my hips and nestling my cock between her soaking wet folds. She grinded herself against me and I cried out pathetically, needing to be inside her already. I grabbed her hips and she took my hands in hers, holding them up above my head.

“Stay.” She whispered, her magic slipping from her fingertips to wrap around my wrists, holding me down.

My mouth fell open as I watched her sliding up and down cock, just barely slipping inside her with every thrust.

“Please. Please, baby.”

“Please, what?” She breathed out, her clit rubbing against my length.

“Please, I need to be inside you. Please.”

She bit her lip, bracing herself as she eased herself down on my cock. My eyes rolled back into my head and I got lost in the pleasure. She bounced up and down on top of me, her hungry cunt squeezing me as she worked on getting us both off.

“Wanda - I’m not - I’m gonna -”

Her thrusts got faster, stronger, and I literally could not control myself any longer. I fought against her magic, trying to touch her, but she held me down, which only turned me on further, and I came inside her, the amount of cum that spurt out of my dick immeasurable. She moaned loudly as I filled her up and I watched as it spilled out of her. She continued to fuck my cum back into her.

“Oh fuck, Y/N, I’m gonna cum.”

I watched as she threw her head back and came, her pussy milking my cock and causing my legs to shake. It was too much. I rutted up against her, my hips jerking as she continued to milk me for all that I was worth. I could hear the couple on the t.v. moaning, fucking, and I watched Wanda riding the last of her high out on my dick, my heart nearly pounding out of my chest.

“This movie gave me an idea.” She said softly, her breathing ragged. “I wanna try doggy with the enchanted strap.”

I looked up at her from under hooded eyes, practically spent from just one fuck.

“S’too much.” I mumbled and she smiled.

“Is my pussy that good?” She teased and I nodded.

“Best thing I’ve ever felt in my life.”

[b1eedthefreak]

daryl with a stoner gf would be adorable I love ur work eeek 💕💕

⋆ 𐙚 ̊. Lucky Day

⌇daryl dixon x stoner!reader

⌇summary: you find a bag of weed after months of not smoking some. you and daryl get high and get…𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂

⌇warnings: weed use, oral sex (f receiving), soft high sex

⌇word count: 8.2k

a/n i absolutely saw the vision here and i hope i did this justice (i don’t smoke or anything of that sort so i tried my best to make it accurate 🫰)

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Back in Atlanta, things were bad…just but not bad enough to quit smoking.

And you didn’t mean cigarettes. You meant your stash. A miracle box of tightly rolled joints in a baggie, wrapped up in a scarf at the bottom of your duffel. You’d brought it when you fled the city thinking it’d all blow over soon, and in those first weeks, you smoked like you were trying to get high enough to escape the world entirely. Sitting on top of the RV, legs crossed and clouds floating out of your mouth while people whispered and side eyed but said nothing.

They didn’t understand. But Daryl, Daryl didn’t either, and he said something. Not in a judgy way, more like “That shit ain’t good for ya,” as he lit up another cigarette. You raised a brow. “Mmm, okay, Dixon. Go suck on your cancer stick then.” He snorted, but didn’t push it.

Eventually, the girls had asked you politely to stop smoking around them. So you had. You weren’t cruel. You knew some people were grieving, anxious, holding onto control by their fingernails, and you? You were just trying to float through it without panicking. You still smoked, but you’d hide away, perched on the roof of Dale’s RV with the moon for company.

Then Lori got pregnant.

And you stopped cold. Not because anyone asked, but because it felt wrong. You didn’t need it anymore. You had Daryl. You had hope. And after all that time, your stash had finally run dry.

Two years later, the world had shifted—even more if that was possible. Alexandria. Safety. Soft clothes and soap and patrol shifts on rotation. You and Daryl had been assigned a two-week supply run with just the two of you, and it was your favorite kind of alone time, long, quiet roads and long, quiet nights in sleeping bags zipped together.

You’d been walking in a field outside an abandoned strip of homes when you spotted the trailer. Metal door swinging on one hinge.

You turned to Daryl. “Be right back.”

He was halfway in the trunk of the car, digging through the last crate. “What?”

“I said be right back!” you called, and then you were already running, boots crunching on dry grass as the little metal trailer came into view.

Inside, it was dusty and stale, but untouched. A couch. A kitchen. Some water bottles. And in a box under the sink—

You were grinning wide, holding the bag like it was treasure when the door flew open behind you.

SLAM.

Daryl burst through with his crossbow raised, breath ragged. “The hell?! You don’t just run off like—”

You turned, held up the bag, and grinned brighter. “It’s our lucky day.”

He froze. Blinking at you. Then down at the bag.

Then he groaned and dragged a hand over his face.

“Oh my God,” you laughed. “Look at this! Untouched! Probably a whole ounce!”

“I thought you were in trouble,” he growled, stepping in. “You scared the shit outta me.”

You walked over, still grinning. “C’monnn baby! Look It’s perfectly sealed. And you’re always so tense.” You pulled out one joint. “Let’s celebrate. Just a little?”

“I told ya,” he muttered, slinging his bow on his back, “shit don’t work on me.”

You were already fishing out your lighter, perching on the faded armrest. “Yeah, yeah. You’re so boring.”

He smirked, arms crossed. “Ain’t boring. Jus’ ain’ stupid.”

“Oh please. You smoke cigarettes like they’re air. And you’re worried about weed?”

He opened his mouth, closed it, rolled his eyes. “You ain’t gonna listen to me anyway.”

You lit the joint and took a deep inhale. Sweet and sticky. Homey. You exhaled and let your head fall back with a slow, happy sigh.

“Fuuuuck.”

Daryl watched you, annoyed. Or maybe charmed. Hard to tell with that face.

You took another hit, then stood, stepping close to him. He looked down at you with a huff.

“You’re so sexy when you give me that look.” you whispered, leaning in—and then kissed him, open-mouthed, slow, as you blew the smoke past his lips.

He coughed. Caught it in his throat, pulled back with a scowl, and then blinked, eyes soft.

“What the hell,” he rasped.

You smiled smugly. “Mmm. What was that, Dixon? Didn’t work?”

His eyes flicked to the joint in your hand. Then your mouth.

“Gimme that.”

Twenty minutes later, you were both laid out on the trailer floor, staring up at the cracked ceiling.

“…Why the hell the ceiling movin’ like that?”

You snorted. “It’s not.”

“I swear it is.”

“It’s not baby.”

“…Shit.”

He rolled over to look at you, red eyed and slow. His hair had gone fluffy from the heat, and his cheeks were pink. “This is your fault.”

“Mhm.”

He reached out to touch your wrist. Light. Barely a brush. “You’re really pretty.”

You turned toward him. “You’re really pretty.”

“Yeah?” he asked, half laughing. “I got like—scratches on my face.”

“Apocalyptic scars,” you whispered, scooting closer. “They make you even hotter.”

He swallowed hard. “Think you’re the only person who’s ever said that to me.”

You blinked. “That’s the weed talking.”

“Nah.” He tucked a hand behind your head. “It’s me talkin’. Weed just made it easier.”

You leaned in, kissed him slow. “How you feelin’?”

He smiled lazily. “Floatin’. You?”

You kissed him again. “High and horny.”

“Yeah?” he whispered, dazed. “That’s my girl.”

You ended up on the old couch, tangled in each other.

You were straddling his lap, shirt half off, hands in his hair while he kissed you like you were spun from honey. His hands traced over your back, then forward to cup your breasts—gently, reverently.

“Always want ya like this,” he whispered, mouth warm against your collarbone.

“You’re just stoned.”

“I’m always wantin’ you.” He kissed lower, down your chest, kissing over the fabric. “This just makes me say it out loud.”

You giggled, high and warm. “Yeah, baby?”

He pulled your shirt up fully and kissed one breast, then the other. “Mhm.”

You felt like you were melting.

“You’re so soft,” he mumbled. “So good.” His mouth found your nipple and sucked slow, lips plush and reverent. You gasped.

“Daryl…”

He groaned. “Love you like this. Love every part’a you.”

He rolled his hips up, and you moaned, grinding down against him, dizzy with pleasure and heat and the buzz of it all.

The sex was slow, sweet, a little sloppy. You rode him with your head tipped back, his hands on your waist, both of you giggling and moaning and whispering how much you loved each other like it was gospel.

You came first, trembling, whispering his name. He followed, face pressed to your chest, holding you like a lifeline.

After, you both lay there, sweaty and still stoned, limbs tangled and sticky and stupidly in love.

“I wanna find more trailers,” you mumbled.

Daryl snorted. “Just for the weed?”

“No,” you whispered, nose against his neck. “For you. For this. For everything.”

He kissed your forehead, smiling. “Yeah, alright. Let’s find a whole damn trailer park.”

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[mwahbabe]

this is for the abby strap request!

pairing: abby anderson x fem!reader

mdni, strap on sex, (r!recieving), backshots(r!recieving) established relationship, femme reader, dom!abby, sub!reader

a/n: my dumb ahh pressed post halfway through writing it so yeah abby strap in guts anon this is for you<3

abby was not happy with you. you had been a tease all day, she was already having a long and rough day at work and here you were sending her cutesy mirror selfies in that pink lingerie that left nothing to the imagination, a little slip dress with a lacey see through top. plus some of those pics flashing her with an innocent smile. followed up with “i miss you🩷” her last straw was you sending a video of you holding that 9 inch dildo that abby picked out for you, though you weren’t quite ready for it yet, and teasingly rubbing it along your pussy through the lacey panties and your stomach. teasing her with the idea of fucking yourself with it.

abs 🥰💕 ┃ you better be on that fucking bed ready when i get home.

you did not reply. you were giggling and kicking your feet as you read that message.

then you put your phone down to check on dinner, you continued to do the usual household chores momentarily forgetting about the wrath you were gonna get in a couple hours.

it wasn’t until you were laying in bed painting your nails, you just got done with the last fingernail and heard the front door open, then shut roughly. “hey babe!” you called out, sitting up and putting the cap back on the nail polish, fanning your hands to make your nails dry. then in stormed abby, her face clearly pissed. “on the bed. ass up.”

oh. that’s right.

“wait abs-” abby walked towards you. “what did i just say?” you pouted, your puppy dog eyes looking up at her as you showed her your nails. “cute. get on the fucking bed.” “pleasee abs they’re still wet.” you whine abby scowled and crouched down so she was face to face with you. “do i look like i give a shit? you’ve been a fucking tease all day.” you whine again. “i felt cute, i thought you would like them.” abby scoffed not buying it “yeah well i did like them and you looked real cute baby. and you knew what you were doing. don’t pull that shit.” she couldn’t help the smile that tugged at her lips, she was mad but your puppy eyes and innocent act amused her, plus you were adorable. she traced her hand over the lace of the bralette. “being cute doesn’t get you out of this princess.”

she lifted you up and turned you around pushing her so you were on all fours. “since you won’t listen. i’ll do it for you.” you moaned as she moved you into the position she wanted you like a ragdoll. you kept your fingers spead and hands placed on the sheet so not to smudge your manicure.

you heard clipping and clicking and turned around, abby was clipping on the strap and the dildo that you had been teasing her with through that video. your eyes widened. “abs that one?” she didn’t even look up at you. “what? now you’re scared? that video you sent told me you wanted it.” “you’re gonna take what i give you.” you whined. “abby it’s gonna rip me in half.” abby gave your butt a firm spank. “stop whining.” abby slid your soaked panties off your butt down your legs and ripped them off your ankles. you took a breath, your tummy turning in anticipation. you felt scared to take that thing but you were also insanely turned on.

abby got the strap secure and stepped towards you. her thumb rubbed your clit. “fuck.. been missing this.” you moaned softly. her fingers slipped through your wet folds. “so fuckin soaked already.” you breath in as she slides a finger in, “fuck..” abby glances up at you. “so fuckin needy. coudn’t wait could you?” you gasp as she pushes a second finger in, stretching you out, getting you ready.

your thighs twitch as she slides the tip through your folds, pressing past your entrance, you try your best not to dig your nails into the bed, not wanting to fuck them up. abby pushed the fake dick further in, your walls gripping onto it, “ahh..” you let out a strained groan as the thing goes past halfway. “fuckk. look at that. taking my dick so well.” abby kept her hands on your ass rubbing it gently as she pushed it in fully, once in she let you get it together. the size was uncomfy at first, you got used to the sting and gave her a needy moan, abby knew you inside and out, and knew your boundaries and body language. she began to move, pulling out of you and then pushing back in, starting at a slow pace and then speeding up hearing your moans pick up. “ohh shit. yeah.” abby leaned down grabbing you arms and pushed you down on the bed, now gripping your wrists as she thrusted into you as you were now face down ass up. “ahh- ahh! fuck abs- yes yes..” you moaned and whined, abby chuckled, “yeah yeah i know. you’re so fuckin impatient. i knew you could take it. you always do.”

her grip on your wrists was gentle while her thrusts were hard and rough. the fake dick tip kissing your g spot each thrust. you sounded so slutty as you could barely form words. “yeah-oh f- uhhg-“ you could do nothing but take it.

wet sticky sounds along with panting and your slutty moans filled the room. a white ring of creamy mess around the toy. “yeah. atta girl. taking it so good.” abby took her frustration from her day and work and put it into her thrusts, you felt like a woman possessed. your eyes rolled back, your body being shook with every powerful thrust of abbys hips, drooling and moaning and babbling nonsense. your brain was empty except for abby and what you were feeling right now.

“ooh yeah. i know princess i know. yeahh.” abby responded to your whines as she knew you were close. your moans going up an octave. abby kept using your wrists to pull you back on her, her hips slamming into yours, filthy wet skin slapping sounds filled the room.

“come on princess cum. cum on my dick baby.”

you truly felt like you couldn’t see as you came, crying out and twitching, your pussy clamping on the silicone. creaming all over the toy, abby fucked you through your orgasm, slowing down letting you ride it out and letting go of your wrists setting you back down, she pulls out slowly, the strap coated in your cum and arousel. your lower half flops down and you lay there catching your breath and come back to earth.

abby unclips the strap letting it fall discarded to clean later, she crawls on the bed next to you rubbing your back. “you good princess?” she chuckles at the wreck she made you. you make a small sound and give her a thumbs up. she chuckles again and takes that hand examining your nail art. “these are real cute baby. i didn’t fuck them up did i?” she asks with a small smile. you look them over. “nope.” “that’s good then.” she rubs your back gently. you smile up at her. “bad day at work?” abby nods rolling her eyes. “yeah, bullshit after bullshit.” you turn on your side facing her fully. “wanna tell me about it?” abby smiled. “yeah, but i’m starving. let’s go have dinner. i smelt it as soon as i walked in.”

you giggled. “you still mad at me?” abby scooped you up and carried you to the bathroom to clean you up. “i’ll see after i eat.”

[camradacheri]

it’s flu season, baby!! and everybody’s sick!!!!

characters: riddle rosehearts, leona kingscholar, azul ashengrotto, kalim al-asim, vil schoenheit, idia shroud, malleus draconia

riddle: realized what was coming for him and locked in. his brain has information alphabetically arranged in filing cabinets. he’s opening the “common illness” drawer, getting his ass in bed, and quarantining. he has already requested the classwork ahead of time to stay up to date on his studies. he has created a strict schedule of hydrate, study, sleep, repeat. oh, but you wanted to check on him? NO!! HE’S CONTAGIOUS!!! you’re arguing through his door that it’s okay for you to come in for a second and give him some cough drops and tea and he’s truly touched that you care so much, believe that, but he’s arguing right back that you’re not from this world and this simple flu could be the end of you if you got it. IN FACT!! YOU!!! SHOULD QUARANTINE!!! now he’s texting trey to get your ass back to ramshackle.

8/10 patient, too independent and he won’t let you love him, puts you in sick jail 💔

leona: does not care if he gets you sick. well he cares, but figures he can double down on excuses to not do his work. “can’t go to class this week, i’m sick.” oh, he’s better now? he can go? what kind of upperclassman would he be if he left a poor, sick little herbivore like yourself all alone after you took care of him all week?after all, he’s the one that got you sick 🥺 yeah, he’s full of shit. you came to check his temperature and give him his medicine and he dragged your ass into his germ ridden bed and nuzzled his sweaty head into your stomach insisting he doesn’t need to take any medicine and that sleep will heal him.

4/10 patient, cuddles but they’re cold sweat cuddles and he coughed on your neck and got you sick too 😑

azul: sickness is weakness, weakness is vulnerability, vulnerability is what enemies use to take you down!!! he realized something is amiss health wise when his body did this weird thing where his lung tried to come out of his nose and he convulsed??? he’s read about this before?? he just… sneezed? calmly and quickly collects his upcoming coursework and hauls ass to his office and locks himself in there-no one will see him like this. you’re looking around all doe-eyed for him when jade and floyd, who have been told not to tell you where he is, tell you where he is and you walk in the door and he is just face down collapsed on the desk. you hurry over and put your hand on his forehead and one thing is clear to you, azul has the suds. he tries so hard to brush off your help but he’s so feverish, he’s not even making sense “what would you do if when you okay so he said yes would go?” what the hell is he talking about. he wakes up 2 days later to you gazing at him with a gentle smile while wiping his forehead with a cold cloth. he thinks he’s died and gone to heaven before all the memories come rushing back to him and he realizes he needs to get you to sign an NDA ASAP!!!!

9/10 patient, perfectly entertaining and behaved but is currently drafting ways to get you back under his thumb so -1 pt for his suspicion of you

kalim: OFFICER!!! IT’S HIM 🫵!!!! singlehandedly took down half the school by throwing a party aka SUPERSPREADER EVENT in the middle of flu season!!! he did not consider that aspect at all, he just wanted to celebrate scarabia student B’s birthday…bless his heart. anyways, kalim is sick, so is the rest of the dorm. you get a text from jamil that he needs you to “babysit kalim” for a few hours while he makes sure the dorm is taken care of. how hard can this be? he’s sick, he won’t want to do much. WRONG! kalim is one of those sick people who won’t rest!!! he has too much emotional energy and it’s overriding his physical needs!!!! he’s fatigued but he’s fighting through it to tell you the names of all his childhood pet birds! he’s dizzy but he’s still getting up to show you this cool new dance move he learned at the superspreader party! you have to beg him to show you it later because you’re almost 100% sure he’s gonna yak if he does it. you have to forcibly tuck him into bed and lay on top of him to make sure he does not get up again.

3/10 patient, ray of sunshine but was exhausting to deal with and gets you sick because you had to manhandle him 😷

vil: quarantines immediately. not just for the safety of others, but because no one will see him like this. the thought of someone seeing him when he has a feverish sheen across his face or hearing him choking to death sends chills up his spine. he texts his team to clear his schedule and he disappears from the timeline for 3 days. but you haven’t seen vil all day and that’s not gonna work for you. so imagine his horror when he hears a soft knock on his door followed by “vil? are you alright? epel told me you weren’t feeling too good 🥺”and it’s YOU!!! he sits up immediately, his hair on end, you’d think the girl from the ring was clawing at this door but no it’s just you, the tender hearted prefect who brought him vegetable soup and eye masks. he clears his throat “i’m a bit under the weather at the moment, prefect. nothing i can’t handle. i appreciate your concern, but you can leave now 😊” and successfully sends you away. or NOT! he hears shuffling outside his door and what sounds like you SITTING DOWN??? “it’s okay, vil! i’ll visit you from out here, so you don’t get lonely!” you’ve got to be kidding.

8/10 patient, complains about you continuously sitting outside his door for 3 days but doesn’t have rook throw you out because he secretly enjoys your company 🫶

idia: i know what you’re wondering. how did idia get sick? he never leaves his room? exactly!! HE HAS NO IMMUNE SYSTEM BUILT UP!!! THESE FLU STRAINS ARE FOREIGN TO HIS BODY!!! someone sneezed on his tablet and when it floated back to him to charge, the plague went off in ignihyde! anyways, acts like he’s dying. you go to his room at ortho’s request and open the door and you can’t even see him. is he even in here? wait if you look closely you can see that blanket moving. oh wait! it’s idia! he hasn’t moved in a day. it’s the saddest sight you’ve ever seen. “idia? …do you need some help?” “yes…go do my dailies for me.” you and ortho work in tandem to take care of him for a week, but there honestly isn’t much to do because he doesn’t get up the entire time.

10/10 patient, slept the entire time, stutters out a thank you when he’s better 👍

malleus: i realistically cannot see malleus getting sick. i feel like he would just dodge the flu particles mid-air?? idk maybe he gets a sinus infection from breathing in all that dust from his little abandoned building and gargoyle expeditions. okay, so he has a sinus infection. it’s not uncommon for you to not see him super often throughout the day, so you don’t know until lilia pops by and lets you know that tsunotarou is ill :( you go to visit him at diasomnia with some nasal spray and ice cream and he’s just posted up in bed sniffling in his jammies with this look on his face -> 🥺 it’s already the cutest sight you’ve ever seen but then it gets even cuter because he is so happy that you came to visit him he can’t help but smile! now he’s like this -> 🥹 lets you take care of him and make him sleepytime tea. he also watches all your favorite movies with you and thanks you for caring for him in his “days of ailment” ???

1000/10 patient, lets you help him, is adorable

[moonstruckme]

hi, how are you?

really move your writing, it has def helped me through tough times, so thank you for that so much, I cannot tell you how much appreciation I carry for you

I was wondering, since you are okay with writing about self harm scars (I think, if I understand your list or off-limit request stuff correctly, if not, sorry, then just ignore this) if you would maybe write something with Sirius x reader, where maybe r isn’t feeling all that great abt her scars (preferably on her thighs, but if not also totally fine) and Sirius draws on them and reassures her and all that stuff

Hope you have a great day, sending you lots of love

Sending love back angel <3

cw: past self harm, discussion of scars

Sirius Black x fem!reader ♡ 922 words

“What’s that supposed to be?”

“Gorgeous, you can cut the shit. We both know I’m a modern Poussin.” 

You smile, radiant in the sunlight spilling into your sitting room. You came here to read, but Sirius was hellbent on distracting you, and as always he’s succeeded. Your book has been long since closed, the two of you lazing the day away with kisses and go-nowhere conversations while Sirius draws on your skin in black ink. 

“You’ve just said some obscure artist to show off,” you accuse. “You know I don’t know who that is.” 

“Yes, well, two can play at the game of belittlement.” 

Sirius is quite obviously drawing clouds. They live in the crook of your elbow, and they’re perfectly nebulous. You’re only pretending not to know because you enjoy playing with him. Luckily for you, Sirius enjoys letting you. 

“Is there going to be a sun?” you ask after a while. 

“Don’t need one. That’s you already, sunshine.” 

You make a phony groaning sound, clearly delighted. “You’re so cheesy.” 

“I know. See what you’ve done to me?” Sirius grins, tilting his head up for a kiss. 

You indulge him. You’re in an indulgent mood, all sun-warmed and languorous, reclining against the cushions like a goddess. You wouldn’t likely let him doodle all over you otherwise. Sirius is taking advantage of a rare opportunity. 

He goes back to work, adding some raindrops and then stars trailing up your arm. He thinks you’re dozing, but when Sirius turns to look at you again your expression has gone solemn. You’re looking down at your own lap like it’s a piece of gum stuck to your shoe. 

Your scars bother you, sometimes. Sirius can never really predict when those times will be—it depends on your mood, how often you’ve been thinking about them, and a slew of other things inside that lovely head of yours—but here in the sunlight he can see how you got hung up. They’re showier than usual, light and shimmery in the crease of your thighs. Faded, but there. 

Sirius puts his hand over them. Not to cover, but to caress. 

You seem to snap out of your reverie. “Sorry,” you say. 

“What for?” he asks. 

It’s a trick question and you know it. You’re silent for a time. Silence is not usually Sirius’ favorite thing, but he lets it lie, stroking his index finger over your leg. 

“I’m just,” you admit in a soft voice, “not liking them very much lately.” 

“Yeah?” He looks up at you, seeking. “Have you been feeling okay?” 

“Yeah. I have, really.” 

“You’d tell me if not?” 

You nod. Not quite looking at him, but Sirius knows that’s more evidence of shame than dishonesty. You trust him, and he trusts you. 

“I don’t think you have to like them, baby.” He kisses gently beside your chin. “I’d like it if you didn’t hate them, but I know you can’t always help it.” 

“I don’t know if I hate them.” Your eyes seem glued to where Sirius is rubbing your leg. Your voice is small. “I just…sometimes I don’t care if people see them, but other times they feel so embarrassing.” 

Sirius scoffs. “Well, that’s silly.” 

You frown. “Why?” 

“Because,” he says, uncapping his pen again. You don’t stop him when he starts drawing small flowers over and in between your lines. “I—look, you’re allowed to feel any way you want about them, okay? Obviously. But the way I see it, they’re just something that happened to you.”

Admittedly, Sirius didn’t always feel that way. When he first saw them, he’d been angry—at you, at your brain, at anyone and anything that had ever made you feel awful enough to do this to yourself—but it hadn’t taken long for that initial wrath to deliquesce into a wet, formless sorrow. Sirius doesn’t like not having anyone to blame. He likes thinking of the people he loves hurting even less. But it was a reality for you at one time, and there’s nothing either of you can do about it now. All Sirius wants now is to keep enough light in your present that maybe someday it washes out the past. It may never happen, but he can hope. And he can hold your hand no matter what.

He twines the fingers of his free hand loosely with yours, making looping lines for petals on your leg. 

“I don’t like that they did happen,” he admits, “but I don’t like that I broke my arm in fourth year either.” He senses your eyes going to the scar on his forearm. Once large and long, but now faded. “Nothing we can really do about them, though.” 

You hum. “Yours was an accident.” 

“I know,” Sirius murmurs. He looks at you. “I know they’re not the same thing, baby. But I don’t think you wanted your scars any more than I wanted mine, right?” 

You hold his eyes this time, your gaze tentative but full of love. “No.” 

“Right.” He kisses you. Lingers until you soften into it, your lips parting for him. Sirius pecks the corner of your mouth once he’s done. “So, you just keep talking to me, and I’ll tell you when you have something to be embarrassed about. Okay?” 

Your smile comes almost unwillingly, your eyes slipping from his to look at the blooming garden covering your legs. “Okay,” you say. 

“There’s my girl. Now, do you think it would tickle terribly if I drew a circus on the bottom of your foot?” 

“Yes.” 

“Perfect.”

[i2rizz]

Unholy Binding

Synopsis-Kidnapped mid-mission, you're bound in dark magic Dante can't break - until your blood burns it away, revealing you might not be as human as you thought.

Yes i got the inspo from that one scene where Saber Alter was restrained

The mission had started like any other.

Demons loose in the old catacombs. Easy work. Slaughter, banter, payday, maybe flirt a little if there's time.

You and Dante fought back-to-back like you always did — a deadly, effortless rhythm.

But somewhere along the way, something went wrong.

You fell behind for just a second — and when Dante turned, you were gone.

No blood. No scream. Just empty air and a sickening pressure he couldn’t shake.

Now he’s tearing through the underground labyrinth like a man possessed, each corridor tighter and darker than the last, stone walls oozing with rot.

"Come on, baby... where the hell are you" he mutters under his breath, boots hammering the floor, sword clenched so tight his knuckles crack.

Then — he feels it.

A pulse of magic so thick it steals the air from his lungs.

He kicks down the next door without hesitation — and freezes.

The room is massive. Cathedral-sized. Lit only by the sick, greenish glow of a giant, pulsing ritual circle carved deep into the stone.

And you —

you’re at the center.

Bound upright by thick, twisting ropes of dark magic that glisten like oil, locking your wrists high above your head and your ankles wide apart. The tendrils snake around you, alive, clinging to your skin like they’re savoring you.

You’re standing in perfect, unnatural stillness — head bowed slightly, breathing shallow — caught in the center of the monstrous sigil beneath you.

The sight hits Dante like a shotgun blast.

His breath punches out of him, hard.

"Jesus Christ..."

He’s seen you battered. Bleeding. Laughing in the face of death.

But this —

this is different.

You look almost holy like this — horrifying and beautiful all at once, like some goddess sacrificed at the altar of hell itself.

The shadows cling to every curve of you. Your usual fire and fury are stripped away, leaving something raw and devastating.

He can't tear his eyes away.

A slow, involuntary whistle slips from his lips.

"...Damn, sweetheart. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you were trying to kill me"

You stir, sluggishly, lifting your head — and even that simple movement looks otherworldly, like you're floating inside the trap.

Your eyes find his — furious and burning even through the exhaustion — and the spell over him shatters.

"Get your stupid ass over here and help me" you rasp, voice shredded raw.

He smirks, taking his sweet-ass time strolling closer, boots crunching over broken stone.

"Not my fault you're pulling off the whole tied up by evil forces look so well. Kinda hard not to admire"

"Dante," you grind out through clenched teeth. "If you don't stop eye-fucking me and start cutting something, I will personally end you"

He chuckles, low and unbothered, like this is a casual Wednesday night and not an escalating demonic ritual.

But when the tendrils pulse tighter as if reacting to your voice, yanking your limbs cruelly.

You grunt in pain, shoulders straining against the bonds. A fresh trickle of blood oozes down your wrists where the ropes have rubbed skin raw.

Dante snaps out of it instantly, rage snapping to life under his skin.

"Fuck. Hold on, baby"

He bolts toward you, blade raised — but the moment his sword strikes the magic ropes, the blade bounces back with a screech of sparks.

"What the—?!" he snarls, stumbling.

The tendrils flex tighter around you like they're laughing.

"It can't be cut" you choke out, trying uselessly to wrench free.

"Yeah, no shit" Dante growls, backing off, thinking fast.

You’re shaking now — not from fear, but from pure, brutal exhaustion. Blood beads steadily from your wrists and ankles, dripping onto the stone beneath you.

And the second a droplet hits the ritual circle —

the floor screams.

The magic recoils violently, like a creature burned.

Dante stares, stunned, as the section of rope it touched withers and turns to ash.

"...Well, that's new" he mutters.

You manage a weak, grim smirk through the pain.

"Guess I'm just... full of surprises"

But Dante isn’t laughing anymore.

Because no human blood should do that.

No normal blood should burn ancient demon magic like acid.

His gut twists into a tight, cold knot.

Not human.

Not just human.

And if that's true — whoever set this up knew.

They didn’t just want to trap you.

They wanted to awaken something.

The thought makes him sick.

He steps closer, carefully this time, ignoring the tendrils snapping at him.

"Hey," he says, voice lower now, urgent. "You listening?"

You grunt in acknowledgment, barely able to lift your head.

"I need you to bleed a little more, sweetheart. Just enough to fry these bastards"

You snort — a real laugh this time, hoarse and breathless.

"Romantic as ever, Dante"

He flashes a boyish grin — but there’s no hiding the tightness around his mouth.

You bite down hard on your lip until more blood wells up, dripping steadily onto the circle.

The ropes shudder violently, a horrible keening sound rising.

More blood.

More burning.

The magic begins to fail, cracking apart at the edges.

But it’s not fast enough.

The tendrils, sensing their death, panic — yanking your body harder in opposite directions.

You scream, a sound that rips through Dante like a blade.

He doesn't think.

He moves.

Throws himself into the circle, grabbing your waist, trying to support you — even as the magic lashes at him, searing his jacket, ripping at his skin.

"Come on, come on," he growls, wrapping his arms around you, shielding you as your body convulses.

Finally — the circle explodes in a blast of black ash and howling magic.

The ropes snap one by one, and you collapse into his arms like a dying star.

He cradles you against his chest, breathing hard, adrenaline roaring in his veins.

"Got you" he whispers, fierce. "You're okay. You're okay"

You blink up at him, dazed, blood streaked across your face.

"You’re... such a dumbass" you slur, grinning faintly.

He barks out a short, broken laugh — relief crashing over him like a wave.

"Yeah, well. You’re lucky I’m your dumbass"

He gathers you up in his arms, cradling you like something priceless, and carries you out of that goddamn hellhole — heart pounding against yours the whole way.

[batsandbirdbrains]

The one where the Gotham rogues are very territorial over their favorite bird

I always thought it was odd how in season one of young justice, neither Bane nor Robin acknowledged that Bane is a Gotham villain when they met on Santa Prisca. So I give u some ideas of the team encountering Gotham rogues and said rogues only giving a shit about Robin bc no one is as good as their little bird. And also if another non-Gotham villain they’re working with tries to do anything to Robin? That’s not gonna fly.

Like just imagine during that first Santa Prisca episode, when they have Bane tied up to a tree or whatever and M’gann is trying to read his mind for information, Bane straight up rolls his eyes at her, and turns to Robin.

“Tell your little sidekick friends not to announce their psychic abilities before actually using them,” Bane scoffs.

And when M’gann immediately responds with, “he’s reciting football scores, en español,” Robin straight up snorts and hides his grin behind his hands. Because come on dude why would you TELL the bad guy you’re gonna read his mind before you actually do it? Amateur move.

“It’s their first real mission,” Robin tells Bane, as if telling him it’s his baby sibling’s first time playing tee ball, an exaggerated grin on his face and his hands clasped by his cheek. Bane can just tell he’s batting his eyelashes behind the mask.

“Clearly.”

And all the others get annoyed because Robin is bantering with the enemy.

“Will you stop encouraging him!” Wally snaps, unsure if he’s directing it towards Bane or Robin.

Bane ends up helping them because he for some strange reason has a soft spot for Robin. Maybe Bane calls him something like murciélago baby, and it makes Robin straight up pout at him. He’s not a baby. He’s a whole teenager now, and Bane knows it.

Robin knew Bane was only going to help them so much, so he’s not shocked when that comes like everyone else is. He just gives Bane an exaggerated salute before running the other direction.

When the creepy Kobra guy is fighting with Robin later on? Bane does not like that. Not one bit. Once the kiddies leave, Bane kicks the crap out him.

In another mission, they have a run in with the Penguin, who just straight up groans when he catches sight of Robin.

“You again!” Robin is smothering an actual giggle at how exasperated Penguin sounds. “Tell the Bat to come deal with me himself!”

“But Uncle Ozzy!” Everyone can hear the grin he has in his face. “Didn’cha miss me? I missed you!”

The team is frozen in their spots, unsure of what angle Robin is trying to play. Also, did he just call the Penguin his uncle? Superboy is trying to figure out if that’s actually his uncle. It would explain why Robin is so short.

And when that thought goes through the mind link, Robin throws an actual birdarang at him. Rude. He’s not short he’s a gymnast and he’s a perfectly respectable height thank you!

The team ends up watching and Robin dances around the warehouse, dodging shots and taking out Penguin’s hired thugs all at the same time. By the time he’s taken them all out, he’s actually beaming as he stands in front of a very frustrated looking Oswald Cobblepot.

“Listen kid,” he somehow sounds fond, exhausted, and gruff all at the same time, “I don’t wanna see your hide around here for at least a month after this, got it? I’ve seen enough of you!”

“Aww, you didn’t miss me?” Robin is twirling Penguin’s umbrella in his hands, and no one can figure out when he snatched it.

“Fine, yes, I missed you. Even though I saw you three nights ago with the Bat!” Penguin now has his hands tied behind his back.

“Yeah but B is a sourpuss, he’s no fun,” Robin chirps. “Our games are much more fun when it’s just us!”

“I’m gonna roast you like a chicken one of these days, bird boy.”

“See! You’d never say that with B around!”

Robin is off to the side now, hacking through Penguin’s phone to find the files he wanted. They’re still going back and forth at each other, and the team is just standing awkwardly around trying to figure out how to be helpful.

“And don’t bring these goody-two-shoes kids around here again!” Penguin snaps at him. “They barely lifted a finger the whole fight, they’re useless!”

“But they’re my friends!”

Artemis scoffs when she realize Robin didnt even try to prove that they arent useless. It passes through their mind link, and Robin turns his head just enough to narrow his eyes at her.

Well then next time don’t make me fucking fight them all by myself, he thinks at them. They at least have the decency to look embarrassed when he points it out.

“Well that was fun!” Robin announces. “The Commish will be by soon to pick up you and your boys. Thanks for playing with me, Uncle Ozzy!”

“Yeah, yeah. See you next time squirt.”

“Can I keep your umbrella?”

“No!”

Robin just shrugs and rolls it under Penguin’s chair. He can hear the police sirens already.

“Well that’s our cue to skedaddle.”

Robin is halfway back to the bioship before the others can shake off the shock of whatever the bell they just witnessed and follow after him.

“How are you so friendly with them?” Wally asks once they’re flying back to the mountain.

Robin shrugs very exaggeratedly.

“Maybe that’s my super power. Did’ja ever think of that?”

“I hate you.”

I can’t rly think of any other specific idea but I do love this premise so so much I think it’s hilarious.

[whatifitis]

♡ for the better - OP 81 ♡

Summary: for the first time in your life, you were happy. you were loved. and now the person who loves you, may grow to resent you.

WC: 3318

CW: fluff, angst, spiraling a bit, not proofread

It started off as just being friends. A group of you were brought together by an interest you all had in common. But you two had managed to grow a special connection over the course of a month. It started as just a silent adventure between the two of you. Taking a walk together in the park, not talking, just enjoying the comfortable silence. Each walk in the park, he began to grow more comfortable and confident around you. He started picking flowers each walk, to tuck into your hair. He started to ask you more questions, to get to know you. 

One day, he stopped to look at you and said “Do you wanna go out?” with a shy smile.

You smiled brightly at him “Yeah, I'd love to.”

Your first date was something you’d never experienced. No one had ever put so much effort into you. He had set up a little picnic at the park you two frequented. There was a light green (your favorite color), checkered blanket on the ground. A top the blanket sat a picnic basket, packed with your favorite snacks, 2 painting canvases, paint brushes and some paints. To say you were overwhelmed would be an understatement. His simple actions meant so much to you. You never thought someone would be able to care for you as he did. 

He knelt down onto the blanket and reached out a hand, inviting you to sit by him. You took his hand and sat across from him. 

“This is so incredibly sweet. You didn’t have to go all out, I mean, it’s just me. It’s not like the Queen is coming… right?” you’d asked with a giggle.

He gave you a toothy grin and said “No, no, the Queen isn't coming. This is all for you. I tried to think of the best thing to do for a first date with you. You’re so amazing, I didn’t want to disappoint.”

“You could never disappoint me.” 

With that, you two began to eat the contents of the picnic basket. Both of you laughed and smiled, talking about the craziest things. One question that got you two riled up a bit was whether sprinkles were a seasoning. Who would’ve thought two people could debate for so long on the subject. But you had fun. 

Once the two of you had finished eating, you and Oscar began to paint each other. As you guys painted, loving glances were exchanged between you two. 

When you two had both finished painting, you took turns showing each other your works. 

“Alright,” Oscar started “Countdown from 3 and I’ll show you the masterpiece that I’ve just created, alright?”

“Alright, ready? 3, 2, ,1….” 

You burst out laughing at the sight of what you’ve been shown.

Oscar furrows his brows but can’t hide his smile “What? What’s so funny? It’s good!” he insists.

“Baby, I’m so sorry.” you try to say through your laughing fit “but that’s so bad. I mean, what happened to my eyes? They look wonky, they’re 2 completely different sizes.”

“Well excuse me, Misses I have an art degree so I can tell people their blood, sweat and tears result in absolute shit.” he laughs with you.

“Come on, let’s see your supposed “masterpiece” now.” Oscar said.

You turn your canvas around and smile brightly at him. 

He’s stunned. He’s speechless. He’s ashamed of his painting of you. 

“Love, I- HOLY SHIT! This is amazing, baby! Oh my god we have to hang it up somewhere. My house, your house, a museum, the Met, THE LOUVRE.”

You’re laughing again, wiping the tears from your face. 

“It’s just a painting Oscar, it’s alright, no need to hang it anywhere. Especially not a museum darling.”

“Wrong. I’m keeping this and hanging it up at home.”

“Whatever you want, my love” you said, smiling fondly at him.

-=+=- 

One day, you and Oscar are chilling in the park. Oscar laying back on his arms while you lay your head across his stomach. The two of you sit, making idle conversation with each other for a few hours. 

“Y/n?” Oscar says, looking down at you. 

“Oscar?”

“I don’t want to lose you. I hope this never ends. I don’t know what I would do without you.” 

You sit up to look him in the eyes properly.

“What’s going on? Why are you saying this?”

“I’m just in my feelings. But I’m serious, I love you Y/n. I love this feeling I get when I’m with you. I don’t know the word for it, or if there even is a word for it. But I know I always want to feel this way. You mean more to me than life, darling.” 

Your nose feels fuzzy, tears are forming in your eyes. You grab his hand and squeeze it three times. 

You give him a smile, “I love you, Oscar. You don’t know what you mean to me. Everything you’ve done for me, it means so fucking much. If I ever lose you, I don’t think I’d be able to live. Thank you, my love.” 

You two share a kiss. It’s soft and gentle, but at the same time, it feels urgent. You feel like you can’t stop, like you can’t let go, cause if you do, it’ll slip away. But you don’t, and you won’t. You’ll hold onto each other until your last dying breaths. Possibly even past death, you’ll have each other. 

-=+=-

“Has anyone seen Oscar?” You ask for what feels like the millionth time. 

Oscar has been missing for half an hour and no one can find him. He’s meant to be on the track in 15 minutes but he’s not answering his phone. 

You’ve been running around the paddock like a maniac, calling out his name. You don't have long til all the drivers are meant to be out on the paddock for the national anthem. 

You’re sprinting down the halls when something catches her eye. You stop and look to see a figure pacing back and forth in a dark corner. You know exactly who it is. 

You begin walking towards Oscar and stop 4 feet away from him. He’s too in his head to notice anyone is near him, so he keeps pacing with his head down. You walk to him, and grab both his hands in yours. You press your intertwined hands into his chest to try and ground him. 

Oscar is startled at first but once he sees it’s you, his face falls and he lets go of the tears he’s been holding. 

You immediately pull him into your arms, wrapping them around his neck and scratching the back of his neck softly. His arms wrap around your face and he nuzzles his face into your neck. You let him cry it out for a minute before speaking.

“Darling, what’s wrong?”

He sniffles as he says “Panic attack I think.”

“Do you know what brought this on?”

“I think I’m just tired. We’ve been working for so long, going from place to place every week. I just don’t think I’m performing as well as I should be. I’m not as put together and the fans have noticed. I hate letting them down and I just don’t know how to fix everything.”

“Baby,” you say as you grab the side of his face gently, wiping away some of his tears “The fans understand. You said it yourself, you guys have been put through the ringer as of late, especially with all the crazy regulations the FIA created. They know this and understand if you’re not as aggressive and calm as usual. You need to stop putting yourself down like this, love. Things happen, so we just have to manage.” 

“I know, but it’s hard. A lot of them travel from so far away just to see these races. They’re buying tickets, booking hotels and flights, just to watch us be the best. All for me to go up there and be a disappointment.”

“Hey, no. You’re not a disappointment, Oscar. You’re anything but that. You’re stubborn, stupid at times, and mental. But you’re not a disappointment. And I love you because of all that, okay?”

“Okay” he says, giving you a shy smile. 

“Alright, let’s get you cleaned up and on the track for everyone to see your talents.” 

“Thank you, baby, for everything. I don’t deserve you.” 

“No need to thank me baby. If anyone is undeserving of the other, it’s me. I don’t know what I did to be able to have you in my life.”

With a quick kiss, you two set off to the Mclaren garage to help Oscar freshen up for the race. 

-=+=-

“Darling I told you, I can’t go. I’ve gotta meet Mark and some other guys. We have so much to do before we even think about renewing the contract. I don’t have time for this.” Oscar said whilst putting his shoes on.

“I asked you weeks ago if you could come. And you’d said yes. We’ve had this planned for ages. You can’t just dump our plans.”

“I can if it’s for work. This is something that I can’t ignore. This is my job. The thing I’ve been working towards my whole life. I have to get this stuff done.”

“You’ve been away from home every night for the past month. And you’re telling me you can’t just take one night off? Is that much more important than one night with your girlfriend?”

At this, Oscar stops and his face drops. He didn’t realize how you might have felt, that you’d felt like you came second. He realizes his neglect towards you and your feelings. He walks to you and holds your hands in his. 

“Baby, I’m so sorry. I’ve been treating you like shit, not taking into account how you feel. I’ll do better, I promise. I’ll call Mark and cancel.” 

“No, Oscar. It’s okay. Go to the meeting.” you say softly. 

“No, no. we’re gonna do what we planned.” he says, pulling his phone from his pocket while simultaneously taking his shoes off. 

“Baby, you don’t have to. I was just a little upset. I’m okay now, you can go.”

“No, go get ready. I’ll call Mark, then we can go out like we planned.” he smiles at you, trying to make you feel better. 

“Are you sure? I’m fine with postponing. It’s not a big deal.”

“It is a big deal, you were hurt. We’re going, end of discussion.” he said as he kissed your head. 

That night, the two of you went out as you’d planned. You went and had lunch at a new restaurant you had been raving about to Oscar. He was happy to take you and was pleasantly surprised when the food turned out to be the best he’s ever had (of course not as good as your cooking). 

After lunch, the two of you took a walk in the park. You and Oscar walked hand in hand for ages. Enjoying the quiet breeze and the warming sun. During your walk, you two had discussed the origin of the argument that took place earlier and worked your way through it. With some compromising, you two felt better about the result of said argument. 

After your afternoon walk, you and Oscar headed home where he showed you exactly how sorry he was. And he didn’t use just his words. 

-=+=-

He’d been planning this for ages. Tonight was the night he’d ask to be yours forever. He’s been in love with you for ages. He can’t think of a better time to do this. 

“Baby? You ready to go?” Oscar asked you from the front door. 

“One second darling. I can’t get this shoe on.” 

“Do you need help?”

“No baby, I got it.” you said as you walked up to him. He’s never seen something so beautiful. You’re standing there in your favorite dress, some pieces of jewelry and a simple pair of heels. 

Oscar holds his hand out to you, and you immediately grab it, kissing him before walking out the door with him right behind you. 

-=+=- 

The two of you enjoy a nice dinner at a restaurant you and Oscar frequented. It was so nice to get out of the house and spend some time with Oscar. You’ve missed him a lot since he’s been away for work, but it’s what he loves to do. And you love seeing him happy. 

After dinner, the two of you take a walk in your favorite park. Walking, hand in hand, you ask Oscar “What do you think the meaning of life is?”

“42” he says laughing to himself.

“I’m being serious,” you laugh with him “what do you think it is?”

“I think it’s whatever you want it to be. It can be to find the end of space. It can be to find out where the megalodon went. It can be about finding the love of your life, your soulmate…. speaking of which.”

He stops where he is, moving to stand face to face with you and grabbing both your hands in his. 

oh shit

“Y/n, I have loved you for a long, long time. I’m not gonna lie and say it was love at first sight cause, ya know, that’s kind of crazy. But I will tell you that the second I laid my eyes on you, I was enchanted by you. And I was really hoping you weren’t in love with someone else, hoping you didn’t have someone waiting on you. Since the day we met, there was never a day where I didn’t think about you. I love you Y/n, so fucking much.”

He gets down on one knee while pulling a box from his pants pocket. He holds the box in both hands, presenting it to you and opening it. Inside was the most beautiful ring you had ever seen. He knew you weren’t a fan of traditional engagement rings that had a huge stone on the top. He knew you loved the rings that looked as if they were created in a magical land, far far away, crafted by the most powerful jewelers of the land. 

“Y/n L/n, will you do me the honor of allowing me to be your husband?”

You stood there motionless with your hands covering your mouth that had been hanging open since he began his speech. Tears were streaming down your face. You couldn’t believe it. He actually want to marry you? He loves you that much? How did you get so lucky to find your person?

“Are you sure? Like really sure?” you’d said.

“Yes I’m really sure darling. You are the love of my life. I want to spend forever with you.” 

Tears are streaming down his face too. The anticipation is killing him. 

“Yes. Yes, I want to marry you too.” you finally say.

“Oh my god! I love you so much darling, thank you so much.” he said as he began to stand up. 

Once he was standing straight up, he pulled the ring out of the box and put it in your ring finger. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him. He wrapped his arms around your hips and pulled you impossibly closer. Neither of you stopped or let go for ages. You guys were it for each other. There would never be anyone else. 

-=+=-

it’s for the better 

i know it’s for the better

it’s for the better

You were pacing the living room that you shared with Oscar. Your bags were already packed and in the car. 

You couldn’t let Oscar go through with this. You couldn’t let him do this to himself. He deserves to marry someone better. Better than you. You love him so much, but you weren’t enough for him. You didn’t want to bring Oscar down with you.

You continued pacing the living room, waiting for him to come back home. You feel so sick like you could throw up. Your heart is racing and your hands are shaking. You didn’t want to let him go, but it would be selfish to hold onto him, when he could do a lot better than you. 

The sound of the front door caught your attention. Oscar was home. You stood there in the middle of the living room, fighting your hands.

“Darling, I’m home.” he’d called out from the front entrance.

He walked into the living room to see you standing there, pain and sadness written all over your face. 

“Hey darling, what’s wrong? Is everything okay?” he said as he walked to you. 

“We need to talk.”

“Alright, what’s going on?”

You took a moment, trying to find the strength to say it. 

“We- need to break up.”

“What? Why? Did something happen?”

“No, I just think it will be best for the both of us.” 

“You’re confusing me darling, what do you mean “better for the both of us?”’

“I mean, you deserve something better. Someone better. I can’t be that for you. I can’t give you everything you deserve. I love you too much to hold you back. So I’m letting you go. I’ve already got everything packed, I’ll be going.”

“What? No. No, we’re not breaking up. Y/n, I love you. I don’t want to lose you. You’re it for me. I don’t want anyone else. You’re what’s best for me. You’re what I want. You give me everything I could ever need or want. There’s no one I’d rather be with.”

A tear slips loose and runs down your cheek. 

“I’m sorry, Oscar. But I have to let you go. You’ll be miserable if you stay with me. I need you to be happy, even if it’s without me. I’ll always be there to support you for everything. I just can’t be the one right next to you, with you. I won’t let you do this to yourself. Goodbye, Oscar.”

You begin to walk out the door as Oscar starts to plead, asking you to stay. 

“Y/n, please don’t go. If you need some space and time to think then I’ll give that to you. You can stay here and I’ll stay with Lando or something. We can get through this, darling.”

You kept walking out the door, towards your car. Oscar was running after you. As you began to get into the car, Oscar ran up to the window to try and convince you to stop.

“Baby, please talk to me.”

He’s crying now. Tears upon tears were streaming down his face. He was begging you.

“Baby, please. If it was something that I said or did then I’ll fix it. I promise, I’ll fix everything. Just please don’t go. I need you.”

“Oscar, please let go.” you say weakly. “You have to let me go.”

“No. I won’t. I don’t want to live without you. I can’t live without you. Please don’t go.”

“I’m sorry”

And with that, you put the car in drive and made your way out of the driveway of your once shared home. You didn’t have the strength to look in the rear view mirror. You didn’t have the strength to see him. 

-=+=-

Once you got to the hotel room you had booked for the week, you dropped your bags and just started sobbing. You can’t believe you let him go. You already regret it but he does deserve better. So much better than you. He’ll find someone. You know it. 

You can wish all you want, but it won’t bring you two together. 

All you can do is repeat the same things over and over, trying to convince yourself that…

it’s for the better

it’s for the better

it’s for the

for the better

i know it’s for the better

know for it’s the better

for the better

the better.

[madamechrissy]

Take me Home Tonight

♡ ♡ Pairings ♡ ♡ Satoru Gojo x Fem Reader

♡ ♡ Warnings ♡ ♡ MDNI- Gojo is 28-29 here, reader is like 22 or 23. Nothing too crazy. But is Professor/teacher forbidden type love. (Fingering, vibrators, cunnilingus, car blow jobs and endless sexual tension in this chap)

♡ ♡ Word Count ♡ ♡ 8.6k

♡ ♡ Summary ♡ ♡ After passing your LSATs, your friends take you out to unwind. You never go out, so you are awkwardly agree, and you end up in the arms of a super hot man named Satoru. You end up screaming Satoru's name as he drops down on his knees before you, only to lose him in the club. All you have is his first name. Two months later, in your Criminal Law class, your heart stops. Your teacher? Professor Gojo. Or as you soon call him, Professor Dickhead. You can't fuck up your law school, and he won't fuck up his career, not just because he makes you wet in class, no, he's a dick. Right?

That pout and blue eyes don't wreck you, right? - Lawyer AU (If you wanna be tagged in updates let me know 💓)

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Chapter 5

“Aw, these panties match my eyes!” Gojo grins deviously, sliding your little lacy thong down your thighs, you’re bright red now, legs a trembling mess. “Did you wear these for me?”

“Hush, crazy.” You mumble, and he blinks up at you with those long white lashes, pouting cutely. You sigh, rolling your eyes. “They’re not the same blue, there’s nothing as blue as your eyes.”

Shit, you said that huh?

He pauses, exhaling, his breath tickling a bare thigh, making you fidget even more. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. Can’t find a match.” He kisses your thigh then, sweetly, as if he wasn’t about to put a damn vibrator on you. “Too pretty.” You lean back, resting your back against his desk then.

“Thank you, shnookums.” You giggle at him, but his kisses on your leg have you dripping, embarrassingly fast. “Love these fucking legs.”

“I’m short though.” He smirks up at you, charming as he gets the little vibrator out now, along with some little magnet, you have no clue how this thing works, and no clue why you’re down for such a dumb idea.

“Legs don’t have to be long to be sexy. I’ve got enough legs for the both of us, don’t worry.” He shoots you a wink, and you’re bright pink now. “Their shape makes them sexy. Like you could really squeeze my head between them.”

“Toru!”

“Mmm, and they squish here.” He squishes the inner parts of your thighs now, sighing happily. “I wanna just lay my head on em.”

“And here I thought you were an ass man. Or tits.” He laughs at that, slowly sliding your panties back up your legs.

“I love all of your body. Even though, still haven’t seen those tits.”

“What if the hype is too much?” He rolls his pretty blue eyes, then stands up, pulling your panties up with a big tug, you gasp as the cool silicon is pressed right against you, pushing between your lips.

“Nah, I believe in them.” He kisses right above your chest, where the barest hint of your tits were. “How’s it feel?”

“Weird.” You wiggle a bit, not really enjoying it, then he’s wiggling his tiny little remote with a huge grin. “Oh god… Toru…”

“Okay, let’s mess with these settings. Hmm.” He peeks down at the remote, then hits a button, and you feel it start buzzing, vibrating your clit, you whine out, covering your mouth and leaning back further.

“Mmm!” You look at him with wide, embarrassed eyes, and he’s got his lips parted, pink on those high cheekbones, his pupils dilated. Dark, lustful and hungry, licking his lower lip as he watches you.

“ Fuck , that’s so sexy.” He murmurs, just watching you, not touching at all, one hand sliding through his hair as the other clutches the remote.

“It’s a lot. Mmm.” You struggle to stand, clutching his desk now with white knuckles.

“This is the low setting, baby girl.”

“What?!”

He laughs a bit, teeth flashing white, then he pushes a little button, and you’re huffing, struggling not to scream out, as it’s steadily hitting your little clit, shooting desire through you. “Setting number two.”

“ Satoru ! Ah!” You nearly fall, clinging to his jacket, and he’s moaning, watching your face intently, as your brow scrunches, as your mouth hangs stupidly open, as you arch your back.

“Fuck, you’re pretty .” His seductive voice makes it all worse, his pretty blue eyes gazing on you like that, his lips so close.

“Gonna cum… t’much.” You whisper, and he moans, that sound hitting you harder than the vibrator, as it washes over you. He runs his hands down your shirt, popping the buttons then, opening your blouse and standing back, looking at you with hunger.

“Matching blue bra. Fuck… barely holds these tits.” He groans out the words, stepping back and watching you more intently. “On my desk like this? Fuck.”

He pushes a button again, and you can’t stop the moan that comes out, as you feel it getting higher and higher, as he sits down in his office chair, pushing your thighs apart and sitting you on the desk. You gasp as it’s pressed against you more sitting, way too intense, body overheating while it pulses against you.

“T-Toru…” He is just watching you, barely brushing his fingers down your thighs, just his fingertips in the lightest touch, and it sends shivers.

“Don’t cum yet, baby. Not yet.” You struggle to breathe, chest heaving, falling back and leaning your hands back on the desk so you don’t fall, and he’s gripping your thighs tight now, groaning.

“Hottest thing I’ve ever fucking seen. You’re so sexy.” He’s making it worse, every time he talks, every time he exhales you want to cum.

You feel tears in the back of your eyes, as you start heating up, yanking off your blazer, with trembling hands. He hisses, watching you strip down. “Toru, I can’t hold it in, I can’t.”

You’re whining, and he’s smiling more now, pushing a button again, and now it was pulsing on your clit, in some stupid rythym that made everything worse. “We’re on setting four baby.”

“Please…” You just whimper those words, head lolling back, and he’s got his hands on the lace of your bra, shoving it down, whispering your name.

“Baby…” He pulls your tits out, they bounce out of the too small bra, and his big hands cover them, squishing them in his palms. “Fuck they’re so pretty.”

He’s bent down, kissing them, as you’re rocking your hips, rolling against the vibrations, sending shocks through your body, until it’s all humming. You’re soaking the little toy, down your panties, down your thighs, as you start to lose focus, you don’t even know where the fuck you are for a minute.

Satoru’s pretty silky white hair falls softly against your skin as he kisses around an areola, before swirling his talented long tongue around it, sucking it into his mouth, and you can’t hold in your scream. He pauses, looking up at you with drunk eyes and glossy lips, putting two fingers to your lips, shaking his head. You gulp, chest heaving with your labored breaths.

“Hush baby, gotta be quiet. Let me give your other pretty titty attention, hmm? She’s angry at me.” You manage a laugh, through tears, through the pressure on your clit making you slippery and nearly blacking out.

“Like… em… Toru?” You can’t form coherent words. He looks up at you, as he bends his head, sucking the other pretty peak into his mouth and you can’t take it, you feel like you’re going to fucking die.

“Like? No. Love . Perfect bouncy tits. Pretty little nipples. Mmm .” He sucks on it again, pulling back with a loud pop, and you’re just crying, pathetic. “You cryin again baby?”

You just nod, wiggling, and he grins then. “Sadistic… little… lemme cum, please, please, please.” Satoru smirks, teasing your bare nipples with his long fingers.

“Poor baby girl, can’t cum, aww!” He pouts, and you wanna bitch, complain, but your eyes are rolling back in pleasure. “Ah-ah. Don’t cum yet.”

“Too late! Fucking can’t stop…”

Knock Knock Knock.

You gasp, jumping up and nearly falling, and Satoru chuckles a bit, buttoning you up quickly. “Shh, it’ll be fine. This will be good practice.”

You see the insane look in those eyes, and you shake your head. “Oh no… no Satoru-”

“Ya busy, Satoru?” It’s professor Geto. As soon as you hear his voice you’re more of a blushing mess, and Gojo is grinning so evilly you’re terrified.

“Nah, one sec Sugu.” He puts your blazer on, shit eating grin not leaving his pretty damn face. He fixes your hair a bit then winks.

“No, you can’t! I…”

“You got this. Just play it cool. Under pressure.” He kisses your lips with a little pop, then he opens the door, and Suguru comes in, smiling at you a bit, then looking at Satoru, narrowing his chocolate eyes.

“Huh.” He shuts and locks the door, crossing his arms and looking to Gojo, who just chuckles. “What are you up to, Satoru?”

“Me? Nothing.” He’s got his hand behind him, whistling and looking up. Suguru’s eyes go to you now, taking in your red cheeks, before sliding down your body, then back to Satoru, who’s acting stupidly nonchalant.

“Uh huh. Sure believe that.” He says your name, and you struggle to respond, as those vibrations are still pulsing on your pussy, a pussy that’s been trying not to have an orgasm.

“Y-yes, Professor… Geto?” You bite out the words, soft and whispery, and Satoru snorts in laughter, making you glare at him.

Geto walks towards you, tall and handsome, hair half up, the rest flowing down his broad shoulders, dressed in a white business shirt that… fuck, Geto looks hot, and it’s making it worse . And Gojo is watching you, grinning wide, wiggling his damn brows, so pretty you wanna smack him and fuck him. At once.

Geto touches your forehead, and you almost sob, gritting your teeth as Gojo turns it up more.

“You feeling okay, love? Satoru fucking with you?” He puts the back of his hand on your cheek now, and you whine out then. “Are you okay? You're all flushed.”

You can’t look at him, you can’t handle anything. You wanna cum so bad, and Gojo comes up too, wrapping an arm around Geto’s shoulder, looking at you with that knowing smirk as he watches you nearly die. You struggle to get a little bit of a breath, and then it comes out as a whimper. You slam your mouth shut.

“Satoru, what are you up to? Look at her, she can’t even talk.” Suguru shoves Gojo’s arm off, and Gojo just laughs, hand behind his back, he pushes it up, the higher vibrations killing you. You nearly fall over, clutching your tummy.

Suguru catches you, and you can’t, you can’t, his strong arm is around your waist, and then Gojo comes to hug you on the other side, putting you between the two of the tall handsome men. Gojo almost pushes you towards Suguru, chuckling deviously, and Geto looks on with growing concern.

“Should I take you to the nurse, love?” He asks you, and Gojo snorts.

“I… no… Professor… I am… mmnh!” Your legs give out, and goddamn if you’re not cumming, and cumming as your two professors hold you. Suguru pauses, grip tightening, and Gojo’s grinning, until Suguru scowls at him.

“You little shit, turn it off.” He orders Gojo, who pouts, as your cunt throbs around nothing, and you can’t even barely see, just glittery stars. Now it won’t stop and you’re crazy, stupid sensitive, and you struggle not to make noise, shoving your hands on your mouth then.

“Oh fine, it was an important exercise you know.” He takes the remote, but it just goes even higher, and you scream into your hands, unable to stand anymore, your knees give out so that Geto has to hold you as Satoru glares at the remote.

“I said, turn it off. She can’t even stand.” Suguru orders him, and you’re clutching to his arm, so embarrassed you wanna fall in a hole and die.

“I’m s’sorrry… Sugu… Profess…sorry!” You’re whining and Suguru clears his throat, looking down at you, and you see his face blushing.

“Not your fault. Satoru!”

“It’s not turning off! I don’t know!” He’s frantically pushing all the buttons, as you’re cumming again, this time it hurts, you clutch your thighs together. Satoru looks at you, licking his lips. “Fuck you’re hot.”

“Satoru!” You whine it out, Geto yells it out, and Gojo waves his arms.

“Oh fine, fine! I can’t figure it out, shit. Ohmygod, I think it's broken!? Or like malfunctioning!”

“Mmm make it stop… ” You’re burying your face against Suguru’s big shoulder.

“I’m getting jealous, Miss Brat. Shit… hmm…”

“For Christ's sake… she’s gonna faint. Just… get them off her.” Satoru jumps up then, and bends down, pulling the vibrator off, but it’s stuck with the magnet, and it won’t come out, making his fingers brush against your soaking wet pussy. He pulls back for a minute, grinning wide.

“Supersoaker-”

“Satoru!” You both yell again, and he sighs.

“No fun, either of you. Okay we gotta just…” He pulls your panties off with a tear, gasping then. “Shit, my bad. I'll replace them. There, though, all done!”

He’s got the vibrator in his hand, still buzzing like nuts, and you notice in absolute horror that every inch of it is soaked, dripping on Gojo’s sleeves even. You cover your face, backing away, but you still can’t stand, and Geto has to catch you, averting his eyes from the toy and looking at the ceiling.

“I am so sorry… oh my god…” You try to back away again but he doesn’t let you, hand firm on your back.

“Get steady first, love.” You exhale, and Gojo is smacking at the vibrator, which will not turn off, and soon, Suguru is snorting in laughter, making you wanna die again. “So sorry… shouldn't laugh… sorry…”

Gojo keeps smacking at it, as Suguru struggles to hold in his laughter, shaking with it. “Shit, a button! Got it.” Satoru pushes some tiny button, and it finally goes off, stopping the loud humming, and then he’s laughing too.

“I wanna die.” You grumble, backing off until your back hits the wall, sliding down it into a sad sitting position, keeping your legs closed as much as you can.

“Satoru you’re such a fucking idiot.” Geto is nearly crying, he's laughing so hard, and Satoru looks at you then, struggling to speak through his laughs.

“You okay baby?” You shake your head, groaning, covering your face. “It’s okay, Suguru’s seen much worse.”

“Make sure she’s okay, asshole.” Suguru shoves Satoru, and he’s on the floor with you then, putting his arm around you and tilting your chin up.

“I’m sorry, I really didn’t know that would happen.” You exhale, shaky, and though you’re embarrassed… you came a lot. And you feel…

Fucking amazing.

“Are you smiling?” You couldn’t stop it, you start laughing too, and then you all are, as Geto sits on Gojo’s desk, watching you two.

“Could you all keep this to like… Satoru’s house or something? Not in school, as entertaining as this was.” He winks down at you and you bury your face in Gojo’s shoulder now.

“We haven’t gone that far yet.” You mumble, and Suguru pauses.

“No… fucking?” Satoru shrugs, shaking his head. “Really?!”

“Is it so shocking!” Satoru glares up at Suguru. “You callin me a slut, Sugu?”

“Sure the hell am. Listen… you don’t need to fuck her life up, so no more antics, got it?” Satoru pouts now, dejected.

“Yes, fine Dad .” Suguru pinches the bridge of his nose, sighing. Satoru helps you up, and you can’t meet Suguru’s eyes, just staring down at his black tie.

“Are you all right, love?” He puts a hand on your shoulder, and you can’t face him at all, just nodding. “Satoru, you’re such an idiot. I… huh. Nice bracelet.”

“It’s from Satoru.” You manage words now, exhaling, and Suguru takes your wrist fingering the charm, then looking at Suguru, seeing him looking between Satoru and you curiously.

“That’s oddly sweet.”

“When am I not sweet, baby boy?” Satoru blows Suguru a kiss, and he chuckles, rolling his eyes and letting go of your hand.

“Be careful, and don’t be stupid.” He smacks Satoru on the back of the head. “You clearly care for her, so… have some care.”

Satoru sighs, lips turned down now, and he nods. “I didn’t know they made vibrators wrong!”

“No more vibrators at school. All right you two… like… don’t fuck in here and just seperate for a bit. Mmkay?” You nod, and Gojo grimaces, holding you close.

“Sorry…” You begin, but he holds a hand up.

“Don’t apologize. Also…” He turns, as he goes to open the door, hand on the knob, looking down at you a little bit, making you heat up. “You’re right, Satoru.”

“I’m always right. Wait… right about what?” He asks, and Suguru smirks, way too charmingly, right at you.

“She does have really nice legs.” With that, Professor Suguru Geto walks out, and you’re left with your mouth open, and Satoru giggling like a psycho.

“See, it’s a unanimous opinion! Aww, you’re blushing. You think he’s hot!”

“Shut up!” You shove at him, but he just holds you, smirking, looking way too attractive.

“I’m prettier yeah? Don’t make me jealous now.” He’s brushing your hair back, before leaning down and kissing you, softly.

“You’re both pretty. But… no one is more attractive to me than-” You pause, about to pour your soul out to this idiot. You gulp, as he leans back a bit, studying you, more serious now.

“No one is more attractive to me than you, either, Miss Brat.” He murmurs softly, and then he’s kissing you once more, so easy to fall into, your mouth melds against his, as he picks you up in his arms.

“No one?” He shakes his head, pretty blown out eyes boring into your own. “Same for me, Toru.”

“Mmm… taste so sweet.” He whispers, then he’s kissing down your jawline, down the side of your neck. “Want me to make this up to you?”

“You better, ‘Toru, that was so embarrassing. Also… you told him I have nice legs?”

“Of course I did. I kinda got lit and bragged about you.” You can’t stop the smile that forms on your lips, the stupid flip your tummy does. “You’re so red, you need to cool off a bit.”

“I know, I know. Kinda got traumatized.” He blows on you, puffing your hair back, you sigh, shutting your eyes. “Maybe a fan?”

“Let me turn it on.” Soon he has you in front of the little desk fan, and you exhale, trying to get yourself calmed down some. “So… making it up to you.”

You peek at him curiously. “What's your idea?”

“Two parts. First part, let me kiss her and apologize.” He spreads your thighs and you tense, stomach sucking in as he pecks little kisses up your bare legs.

“Toru… you don't…”

“Shh. Just kisses. Don't want her mad at me.” Satoru’s soft lips slide up your thighs, as he gets down on his knees, until he’s at level with your aching lips, all sticky from the unfortunate vibrator incident. You hiss as his breath hits it, twitching and jerking.

“Hurts, ugh.” You blink back tears as you’re stupidly overstimulated, and he looks up at you, reminding you of that night, months ago. You gently brush back his soft white locks, sighing at how beautiful he is, with his full lips just slightly open.

“Can I kiss her?” His voice is sweet, husky, and you just manage a nod, then when his mouth is on you? After so long?

Fuck.

You have to slam a hand over your mouth when he just kisses it, just his lips alone send you over the edge, ridiculously. His big hands are gripping you so tight, bruising in their grip, as his breathing is heavy against you. He kisses it again, just above where the hood of your clit is, and you’re gushing again, causing him to moan as he watches.

It’s silent in Professor Gojo’s office, just him inhaling you, kissing one of the lips of your sex, then the other, then back to the mound right above. You grip his shoulders for stability, and the way he looks at it, so hungry, makes you throb, painfully this time, aching so bad for him.

“Does she need more kisses to forgive me?” He whispers, eyes shooting up to yours, so blue it’s hard to look at.

“She forgives you. But… I’d be lying if I said I didn’t- ngh!” He slides his tongue, all the way up your slit, lapping up the juices that were pouring out of your tight hole, and you have to grit your teeth not to scream. “Toru…”

“Fuck I missed you.” He’s talking to your pussy now, you realize, and you breathlessly giggle, as he kisses it again, flicking that talented tongue around your clit in a torturous circle. “Did you miss my kisses?”

“She did.” He moans again, yanking you by your thighs, pushing them apart, when the phone starts going off. He curses.

“Fucking work.” He grumbles, and you back off a bit, sliding your skirt down, but he glares. “Not done yet, baby. We were talking.”

You can’t help the giggle, then the moan as he kisses your clit once more, spreading your lips wide, revealing your sensitive clit to the air, to his eyes. “Toru… please…”

That’s all it takes.

He flicks his tongue quickly, back and forth, on your clit, his moans vibrating against you, shoving his face against your cunt until he’s sucking that clit in his mouth, until you’re about to cum so hard, you can’t even breathe. You’re gripping to him for dear life as he devours you, moans edging you further, until you…

“Gonna cum, s’good… Toru…” You’re whispering, and he eases up for just a moment, looking at you, smirking that handsome smirk of his.

“Miss my tongue baby?” You nod, eagerly, and he licks you again, all while looking up at you, fucking your brain completely. “Cum on my mouth then, please baby, let me taste you.”

“You’re too hot, fuck.” He chuckles, then he’s back down there, humming on your clit until you fall apart, as the alarm goes off again, Gojo smacks at it, and you’re gushing cum all over his perfect face, as pleasure hits harder than a vibrator ever could, than anything could. He laps it up, drinking you, sounds obscene. “Toru! Toru…”

“God I could do this forever.” He finishes cleaning you up, kissing your clit one more time with a loud smack, then easing your skirt down, watching the trembling mess you’d become. “Those eyes…”

“You’re too good at it.” He is leaning down and kissing you, and you taste yourself, licking it off his lips greedily, reaching down and rubbing him, where he’s rock hard against his slacks. He hisses, grabbing your wrist. “Wanna return it, Toru.”

“I’ll get nowhere if you start that.” He sounds strangled as he bites out the words, and you sigh, letting him kiss you again, letting him hug you.

“Can’t just taste him for a minute?”

“Aren’t you being a slutty little brat.” You giggle at it, as he kisses you again and again. “I like it.”

“Not even the tip huh?” He snorts, shaking his head, gently cupping your face with his hands.

“I’m so sorry I laughed so hard, it was…” You sigh, just wanting to stay in his arms, to the point you feel…

Too much.

“It was so much cum though, baby.” You giggle then, joining him, covering your face, but he yanks your hands down. “So pink and cute!”

“Hush. I’ll never be able to look Professor Geto in the eyes again!” He snorts at that now, backing off with one more kiss, then starting to gather his things.

“He’s cool about shit like that, don’t worry. We’ve shared enough girls back in our frat boy days.” You blink a bit, flushing at the thought of how experienced he must be, and how… “Too freaky for you, Miss Brat?”

“No, I don’t judge anything. Shared a lot of women though?”

“Mmhmm, I was a slut, he wasn’t lying.” He grabs his briefcase now and slings his laptop bag over his shoulder.

“That’s why you’re so good at… that, huh?” He grins, coming and tilting your chin up, with two long fingers.

“Honestly, yeah I love to do it. But, guess what?” He’s whispering against your lips now, and you tremble.

“What?”

“Yours is the yummiest. Guess it’s why I couldn’t get it out of my head.” You ache for him, not just your body… your being aches for him.

Fuck.

“But I wouldn’t share you.”

“No? Why?” His lips tense a bit, as he brushes your hair back, studying you so carefully.

“Just would wanna keep you to myself.” Your eyes lock, and you would drop on your knees and suck him off then and there, bend over his damn desk, you’d do anything for him, for that look he gives, for those words. “You thought about it, when you were cumming with us holding you.”

“No! Not even…”

“Such a bad liar.” He kisses your forehead, and your eyes flutter shut. “I’m going out of town this weekend for work. You wanna come?”

“What!? I… huh? Like another case?”

“It’s a little divorce case for a friend, nothing big. But… we could actually go out together, and not worry who sees.”

“You’d wanna do that?”

He sighs, caressing your face gently. “Fuck yeah I would. Plus I promised to make this up to you, supersoaker.”

“Toru!” He just grins, and you gather your things now too, cheeks heated up. “I’ll never live it down.”

“Honestly, Sugu probably thought it was hot. And hilarious.”

“Oh God… you didn’t tell Nanami you liked my legs too, did you?”

“Fuck yeah I did. He just shook his head and sighed, then called me an idiot. But I know he’d agree.”

“You need to keep those thoughts more… hush.” You clutch your books against your chest now, mortified further.

“Shouldn’t have to, but yeah, I know. Nanami and Sugu though? They’re fine. They knew I ate you out at the bar anyway, I bragged.”

“You did!?” He smirks, opening the door, peeking out, then inclines his head for you to follow. You all walk through the halls, and a big part of you aches to hold his hand, so you clutch your books tighter.

“Course I did.” He whips out his phone, sighing. “Gotta go do work, adult things, yuck. You laughing at me?” You just nod, grinning. “You coming this weekend or not, Miss Brat?”

“I… yeah. I’ll come. Not sure I can help?”

“Don’t need help, just wanna spend… time… ugh. Don’t make me say it.” You roll your eyes.

“Time with me?”

“Yeah, that. Stop looking so pleased.”

“Hard not to after all that.”

He snorts in laughter, then it’s time to part ways, and you both look at each other for a moment, wishing you could kiss him, hug him, but you remember where you are. “What’s your next class?”

“Fuck! It’s Geto.” Gojo dies laughing, waving at you and running off, and you trudge miserably to the class, and when Geto sees you, he shoots you a wink and a smirk, and you for the fourth time today want to fall in a hole.

It was gonna be a long class.

***

“You good, girlie?” Yuta comes up to you as Geto’s class ends, and you manage a little nod. “You’re all flushed, you sick?”

“No, no. I’m just… I had a lot of sun yesterday.”

“Use sunblock, silly!” He ruffles your hair. “We’ll see you this Friday right?”

“Oh, I’m going out of town for the weekend. Um… visiting a friend. Can we do lunch Friday instead?”

“Sure, I’ll tell Maki.” He whips out a phone, and then waves at you, as the room clears, and you have to walk past Geto.

After you just came while holding his arm.

Shit.

You cling to your books, biting your lower lip as you walk down the stairs, and Geto is in his chair, looking at papers. You don’t even look at him, don’t even say good bye, just sneaking to the door, when he clears his throat. You look back, as he’s leaning in his chair, grinning, then you grimace.

“Come here, love.” You sigh, walking over to him, as he’s leaned back, steepling his fingers on his chest.

“I’m so sorry, really. It’s unacceptable, I know!”

“Stop apologizing, you’re young and Satoru is a devious little shit. I wanted to make sure you don’t feel weird now.”

“Me feel weird? But I…” You lean forward, whispering to a very amused Professor Geto. “I held your arm and fucking came .”

“Yeah you did.” You cover your face with your books as he’s chuckling. “Satoru is my best friend in the world. He is clearly into you, alot.”

You peek out. “You think so?”

“That’s pretty clear. But, he doesn’t think straight when it comes to his feelings. So I’ll leave it to you to keep him in check. I can only do so much with him.” You exhale, looking at Suguru’s serious gaze for a moment.

“It’s hard to think straight for me too, though. He… does things to my brain, and I become stupid.” He smirks at that a bit, coming to stand now, leaning a hip on the edge of his desk.

“Satoru hasn’t gotten like this over a girl before. As precarious and… dangerous as this relationship could get, I can’t ignore how happy he is just talking about you.” You feel that flutter again.

“It’s hard to believe that.”

“Yeah, he talks a lot of shit. But he’s just a big baby. So would hate to see either of you hurt. Just… keep it together, at least until you’re out of the classes.”

“He invited me… to an out of town thing.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“Maybe you all can fuck and get that pent up energy out.” You flush again, shoving at him, and he laughs. “Sorry, love, but you seem… worked up.”

“I’ll never live it down!”

“Maybe it’ll be an engagement party story.”

“You go way too far. I mean clearly attraction but… we don’t know each other just yet you know.”

“You would totally marry him, huh?”

“Shh. You’re just as bad as him, you know, you just act calmer!” He puts a finger to his lips.

“Keep that to yourself.”

“Please forget that… please!”

“There’s no way. I’m sorry. But I won’t bring it up.” You exhale.

“That’s as good as I can get huh?”

“Won’t bring it up to you.”

“Hey!” He pats your head then, sitting back down. “I see why you two are best friends.”

“Hey now, that’s close to an insult. I’m gonna grade your paper low as fuck.”

“Professor!”

He snorts, shaking his head. “Go on now, legs.”

“Oh god!” You glare at him, but break into your own laughter, then sigh, turning away. “Hey Geto?”

“You can call me Suguru, we’re so close now.” He winks, and you feel so flustered but in a way? Happy. Satoru likes you. You have no clue how or what it means, but…

It makes you giddy.

Dumb.

“Thank you for the talk, Suguru.”

“Of course, Legs.”

“Never mind!” You leave a laughing Suguru, and realize more and more how much he and Satoru are alike.

You peek at your phone, seeing Maki is calling. “Hey girl!”

“Hey, babe. You’re fucking hot professor this weekend huh?”

“Maki!” You hiss, sneaking into the bathroom, as if people could hear her over the phone. “I didn’t say that I was!”

“Yuta figured it out. Said you’re as red as a tomato.”

“Oh, god.” You lean over the sink then, taking in your still flushed cheeks, would they ever go back to normal!? “Maki… listen… we…”

“Oh shit, ya’ll fucked!”

“No, no. He… repeated that thing, y’know… the thing.”

“Oooh, lucky girl! Oh my god though at school? Y'all need a hotel or something.”

“That’s the thing.” You’re whispering like you’re a teenager sneaking a smoke, this whole thing was…

Thrilling, fuck.

“We will be in one. Maki, what do I do? I don’t…”

“We’re shopping this week then. Gonna have you looking so hot.”

“Yeah, that actually sounds so good. I need a girl day.”

“Got you, Yuta can stay home like a good boy.”

“Hey!”

You snort as you hear him in the background.

“Thank you, Maki, I know we’re having lunch Friday, wanna go shopping after then?”

“Sounds good babe, text me the details.”

“Love you!”

“Love you too!”

You tremble, and peek, seeing him.

Professor Dickhead: I’ll pick you up at like seven pm Friday, so we can settle in the hotel before I work. Is that good for you?

Your heart races, at the thought of you two finally alone. When you could barely even function when he’s near you in a crowded room, in a car in front of your dorm, but alone? It sounds so intimate.

You: Yes, that works, what all should I bring?

Professor Dickhead: Just you. I owe you panties now.

You: Yeah you do. 

Professor Dickhead: Gonna be crotchless.

The thoughts of that? Ugh…

You: Satoru!

Professor Dickhead: What, it’ll be hot.

You: I’ve never worn those…

Professor Dickhead: You’re really cute, supersoaker.

You: Ugh! Geto called me Legs.

Professor Dickhead: See, they’re nice!

You snort at that.

You: I wanna die.

Professor Dickhead: Drama Queen.

You: Jerk.

Professor Dickhead: Need me to buy you a pretty dress?

You: No, I’m going shopping with Maki. Going anywhere fancy?

Professor Dickhead: I have a place there you’ll like. Mmkay, gotta go do adult professor things!

You: I think I’m more mature than you.

Professor Dickhead: Nah, you’re a little brat.

You: Bye, Professor Dickhead.

Gojo gives you a sad face.

You: What?

Another sad face.

You: Bye Toru.

He hearts that one.

Professor Dickhead: Bye, pretty.

You put your phone up, sighing, way too fucking happy. Your mind races for the weekend coming, images wild in your mind. Your experiences were… boring, missionary, and the guys… they were careful? So it could have been a lot worse. But it wasn’t good either. With Gojo you picture things will be so different.

But would you all… have sex? Were you ready?

Your pussy says yes. She’s said yes since you met him.

***

That Friday, thankfully you have no classes, you’d been swamped with studying all week, also you had just started your little off campus job, you only worked a few hours a day doing paralegal work, but that on top of everything was kicking your ass. You had barely seen Gojo whatsoever, aside from class with him, and he’d been so swamped all you all could do was sneak a kiss.

Maki and Yuta had lunch with you, and then Yuta sadly got kicked out, so Maki could take you up to the mall, and you all go into one of her favorite stores. You hadn’t been shopping in forever really, aside from buying professional things for school and work.

You follow her around the store now, looking at different outfits and sharing giggles, and you honestly were feeling more alive than you have in a long time, as tired as you were. Maki snatches up a gorgeous dress suddenly, dark emerald green and flowy, with a plunging neckline, that makes your heart skip a beat.

"This one!" She says with a knowing smile. "It screams 'fuck me'!”

“Maki!” She laughs at your expression.

“But also 'worship me’." She winks, and you exhale, running your fingers down the silky fabric.

“Let’s try it!”

You head to the dressing room to slip it on, and when you step out, you can't believe the reflection staring back at you. It hugs your curves in all the right places, the neckline dipping low enough to show your breasts enough to be tantalizing. Gojo certainly had never seen you in anything like this.

You spin around, watching the fabric swirl around your legs, checking out the back side, which also dipped low, nearly to the dimples on your lower back, the top had a little collar that dangled down with a long gold chain. The color makes your skin glow, your eyes just pop.

"It's perfect." You murmur to yourself, then you step out, and Maki’s fanning herself, pretending to faint. You giggle.

“Gorgeous, babe! Oh, I know my stuff."

You take a deep breath, trying to calm your racing thoughts. "You totally do. Thank you Maki.” You give her a kiss on the cheek. “Okay, I think we're done here, this is the one."

"No way," she says, grabbing your hand. "We're going to get some lingerie, baby girl.”

“Maki… isn’t that like too much?”

“Babe… he looks at you like he wants to eat you.” You cover your face in your hands, sighing in embarrassment. “Let’s look around this store!”

You all go the the fancy lingerie store, all covered in pinks, and Maki sets out to find lingerie sets, throwing you a couple to go try on. You also get measured, since your bras clearly were too small, and get a new every day bra. You pick up a pretty emerald set then, trying it on nervously.

The bra cups your breasts perfectly, making them even fuller, and the panties? Well, they're definitely going to be an interesting surprise for Satoru, they’re crotchless, as he so desired apparently. It comes with little garters and a little lacy waist piece that hits your waist, and you turn, realizing… Damn, you look hot.

You step out of the dressing room, and Maki's jaw drops. "Holy shit, you look amazing!" She squeals, making you blush even harder. "My wifey is so hot!”

You laugh at that. “I love you.”

A few hours later, Gojo texts you.

Satoru: (You changed it, okay!?) Dress comfy for the ride, it’s a few hours away and you’re always sleepy in my car.

You: Got it! I don’t know why… your car makes me so sleepy lol. I think I’m just… comfortable.

Shit, you said that?

Satoru: Good.

You nervously check yourself in the mirror one more time, the dress was clearly getting saved for when you all were going out, but that lingerie? It was right under your outfit, which was a white collared shirt, a black vest and a black pleated skirt. And honestly, it was comfy and stretchy, but also? Totally fucking with Gojo’s school girl fantasy.

You’d never let him know though.

You spent far too long hooking the garters up to the little thigh high tights, which Maki had picked out for you, and you nervously look at them, imagining Gojo’s hands on your thighs…

Fuck.

Satoru: I’m here, Miss Brat.

You: On my way down!

You grab your toiletries and put em in a little bag, then pass by some of your ties, and you giggle, popping one on real quick, they were pre tied and stretchy. It really was playing with fire, you knew Gojo would lose it. Then, you head out, locking up your dorm room.

When you’re downstairs he’s there, more casual than usual, with some dark blue slacks that look soft to the touch, and a loose button up, unbuttoned right at his chest, showing the shimmering skin of his. He’s leaning against his car, peeking at his phone, then he pauses, eyes meeting you.

You nervously stand there, as his eyes go up and down, gripping the phone so tight you thought it may break in his big hands. You casually step closer, brushing your hair behind your ear, smiling up at him. His blue gaze is softer in the dark light outside, as it’s evening, pinks and purples behind him, outlining his lithe frame.

“All ready, Professor Gojo.” You whisper, and he huffs, running a hand through his perfect hair.

“You’re… you’re…”

“Use your words, Satoru.”

He glares then, looking around, at the still bustling campus, and he manages to clear his throat then, opening the door, and you slide in, trying to ignore the way his eyes are devouring you before he shuts it behind you. When he’s in his seat now, the tension in the car is thick, the air heavy with anticipation.

“You look hot as fuck.” His voice is gruff, and you giggle, making him glare over at you. “You wore this on purpose.”

“Not at all, cute and comfy!”

“Shit liar, Miss Brat.”

As he starts to drive, you act nonchalant, but when his hand finds its way to your leg, and your heart skips a beat.  He traces the seam of your skirt, and you bite your lip, trying to keep your cool, and then he hums, plucking gently at the fabric of the little black stockings.

“You know what you’re doing.”

“What, you like this outfit, Professor?”

“I should spank that ass when we get there. I have a ruler somewhere in this damn car.” You giggle, and he smirks at you, sighing. “You’re way too hot.”

“Says you.” Your hand grips his, brushing over his knuckles, and he practically purrs, making you smile as you all hit a redlight.

“These tights go up all the way?” He asks, curiously, his hand sliding up further, he feels your bare thighs, fingering the little straps of the garters. His eyes widen, and his grip tightens for a moment. "Well, well, what do we have here?" he says, his voice low and gruff.

You can feel the heat from his hand fucking with you, making you start to clench your thighs, rocking your hips nervously, and your cheeks flush. "Maki's idea." You murmur, trying to play it off.

"Maki's got great fucking taste." He says, and he starts to drive again,  but his hand finds its way back to your thigh, playing with the garter, snapping it against your skin and making you cry out. “And what’s attached to those garters, Miss Brat?”

“You’ll have to see, huh?”

“Teasing me, brat?” You just grin, until he hits higher, somehow managing to focus perfectly on the road, drive rather quickly and precise, all while finding the lips of your hot pussy, groaning then. “You fucking wearing crotchless panties?”

“Amongst… other… things… mmm!” He groans as you cry out, and you’re gripping his wrist tight, hips bucking up when he runs a finger up and down your slit, drawing wetness out that drips on him. “Toru…”

“Goddammit. Fuck.” You notice him shifting, and see it, the bulge that’s growing under his pants, and you lick your lips. “That all for me?”

“Of course it is, Toru.” You couldn’t tease about it, and he exhales, gripping the steering wheel tightly.

As you stop at another red light, Satoru leans over, his eyes locked on yours. "I can't wait much longer. I wanna feel that tight, perfect pussy on me." He murmurs, and then his lips are on yours, hard and demanding. You melt into the kiss, your hands finding their way to his neck, your body leaning into his. The light turns green far too quickly, and you separate with a gasp.

“Fuck…” Is all you manage, and he sighs.

“Yeah, fuck.”

“Toru…”

“Hmm, pretty?”

“I could… make it better.” You reach over, rubbing him, and he moans, looking at you for a moment, eyes so bright blue in the darkening sky around you that they shone brightly.

“You offering a car blow job?” You giggle, nodding, and he laughs, like mad, like he’s losing it. “You… sure about it? We have all weekend to try things.”

“I really wanna, Satoru.”

“You’re freaky huh?” You grin. “Fuck me… shit… well, I can’t offer much direction, I’m driving.”

“I’m a good student, Professor.” He moans again, one hand unsnapping your seatbelt deftly, as the other grips the wheel. You all come to a stop and he looks at you, hungry.

“You want that cock in this pretty mouth, hmm?” You nod, eagerly, going to unzip him then, he arches his hips up, cheeks flushed. “Then ask me for it, nicely.”

“May I please suck your cock, Toru?”

He grins, teeth glinting. “Go with Professor.”

You grin back. “Want your student to suck your cock, Professor Gojo?” He’s moaning and you bend forward now, pulling his pretty, perfect cock out, mouth watering as you look down at the precum at his tip. “Professor, will this help my grades?”

“Oh my god, stop that, brat.” He’s grunting, and you’re laughing, feeling him twitch in your hand. He begins to drive again, a hand gently resting on the back of your head, moaning when you flick a tongue on his leaking tip, tasting him. “Oh… fuck…”

“Can’t speak, Professor?” You slide your tongue up and down the slit of his tip, as your hand slides down the length of him, and you hear his breathy gasp.

“You’re… a… brat…” You giggle, taking him in your mouth now, swirling your tongue around the tip of him, that ridge, and feel his thighs tense, your ass is up in the air, as you suck him in his little fancy sports car, on the highway. It makes you so wet and sensitive you whine. “Fuck you’re so good, baby.”

You suck harder, hollowing your cheeks, sliding up with a pop and looking up at him, he glances down, hunger in his azure gaze, cheeks dusted with pink, his teeth biting his full lower lip. He brushes your hair back gently, then looks back at the road, and you watch his Adam’s apple bob.

“I wanna fuck you so bad, feel that tight pussy around me, pulsing while you cum, squeezing me. Ah!” You moan around his length, sucking and licking, stroking up and down with your hot mouth, and he’s arching his hips up, urging you. “Wanna bury my face in your pretty pussy till I can’t breathe.”

You’re whimpering, your cunt throbs around nothing, and wetness trickles out from your aching hole. Seeming to notice, Satoru removes his hand from your head, wrapping around to your ass instead, fingering your soaking wet pussy and sucking in his breath, all while you’re screaming on his cock.

“So wet from just this, brat? Want my cock so bad, don’t ya?” You just arch your ass up for more of his teasing strokes, sucking harder. Gojo hits another red light, as the car stops, and he puts his hand off the wheel, grabbing your hair and fucking your throat, making you gag so good, while sliding his fingers to your twitching clit. “Fuck, baby… oh my god.”

“Mmnmh!” You can’t speak, as you take more of him, as much of his long, thick cock as you can in your throat, and he has to drive again, but that one hand doesn’t stop, fingering your wetness, that’s pouring all out on his hand.

“Soaking wet for me. Just me. Say it.” You slide up with a gasp, a popping sound as your suction stops, and your eyes lock.

“Soaking wet for you, Toru. You taste so yummy.”

He whines then, a sound you never thought you’d hear, and his cock is twitching in your hand, pulsing. You feel so much power then, over this gorgeous, tall fucking powerful man, a man you want so bad, knowing that he was whimpering over you? Fuck it���s hot.

“I’m close, I… you’re too good at it.” He grumbles, focusing on the road, leaving you giggling, then he glares back down, shoving two fingers in, knuckle deep, making you whimper yourself. “Cum while you’re sucking me, would you baby? Wanna choke you as you scream on my cock.”

“Fuck… Toru…” You slide back down, and then he pauses you. “Hmm?”

“Where do you want me to cum? If not your mouth, we need to… figure it out.” You slide your tongue all the way up his pretty cock, where the two veins wrap, feeling him shiver at it.

“I want to drink your cum, Toru. You taste good here.” You lap up his precum with a flick of your tongue. “Cum for me, Toru.”

“Goddammit, ah! Fuck…” He’s moaning loud, his fingers stopping their motion completely, and with a throb and a pulse, and he’s coming, thick ropes of hot cum filling your mouth and down your throat, and you swallow so eagerly, so greedily, drinking him all, and then you keep sucking.

You lick him clean, and the car comes to a stop, his hand stroking through your hair gently, the other circling your little clit, and you look up at him, smiling. You lean up, and he kisses you, tongue shoving in your mouth, tasting his own cum, and his face looks like he’s drunk.

“Good girl.” He murmurs, making you giggle, but he stops that, pushing you to sit as he drives again. “Spread those thighs and put your feet up on the dash.”

You tremble, all the bravado gone, as he reaches over to your exposed pussy, finding your clit, and rubbing in perfect circles, and you can feel the orgasm building, tightening in your belly. Your hand tightens around his wrist, silently begging for more, for him to push you over the edge.

“What do you need, brat?” He whispers, and you whine, arching your hips up and clinging to him.

“Faster, please, Toru.”

“Anything for you, pretty.” He presses in harder, then he’s hitting your clit perfectly, the tension is unbearable in the car, as all both of you can think of is how bad you just wanna fuck each other. You can feel your legs start to shake.

“T-Toru, I’m close, s’close…”

“Couldn’t wait a few hours, so desperate for this cock, for my hands, for my mouth, aren’t you baby?” You just make a mewling sound from the back of your throat, nodding mindlessly. “Imma make you cum so much this weekend, you’ll forget your name, forget anything, just me.”

“Toru!” You’re screaming now, his finger tip isn’t enough, no, you want that cock in you, the cock that’s gotten hard again, and he adjusts it in his pants, groaning.

“Cum on my finger, baby girl. Please.” His finger doesn’t stop, pushing you until you feel your orgasm rocking you, then it keeps circling and pressing, making it go on and on until you’re a trembling mess. The lights of the passing cars paint your face with a strobe-like pattern, and all you can do is cling to him, head lolling to the side.

“Fuck… I want you so bad.” You whine, finally forced to just be pathetic, and he takes his finger off you, sucking on it, like it’s the yummiest meal, moaning.

“Fuck.” Is all he manages, and you exhale, shaking as you’re snuggled against the side of him, sighing. “Toru… it sounds lame, but what are we… becoming?”

“You’re kinda my girlfriend, don’t you think?” You look up at him, and he pouts cutely. “If you say no I’ll be so sad, shnookums.”

You caress his face, brushing back his white hair, kissing one of those perfectly high cheekbones. “I’d be anything you want. I’m full on pathetic for you.” You cringe at it, hiding your face then.

“Don’t be embarrassed, I like you opening up.” He murmurs, voice husky then, as you look up to him, his profile as he’s driving. “It’s a fucked situation, let’s just enjoy this weekend and… forget about everything for a bit.”

“I like that idea.” You snuggle against him, suddenly sleepy.

“Are you always gonna sleep when I drive?”

“I get comfy, Toru.” He pulls you close, kissing your head.

“So cute, like you weren’t just gagging on my cock.”

“You can be cute and gag on a cock!”

“Apparently so.” You both laugh then, but your eyelids, they get heavy, and your heart is fluttering.

You’re going to be alone with Satoru.

“I can’t wait to see whatever it is you’re wearing under that.” He says, voice seductive, hoarse.

“Maybe you’ll see, if you’re a good boy.”

“Good boy!? You have the roles reversed, brat.”

You just grin against his arm, snuggling deeper. “Imma nap, Toru.”

“Of course you are. The worst road trip buddy. You just snore all cute like a little pig. Ow!”

“Do not!”

You do doze off, though you’re not sure if you snore.

When you wake up, you see it.

A fancy goddamn hotel.

Chapter 6

Chapter on A03:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/56895382/chapters/146567449

[jjsloverre]

blurb of babydaddy!jj and pouge!reader taking a mental day together

in which… babydaddy!jj takes pouge!reader for a mental walk to talk about the pregnancy

contains… pure fluff, a little cliffhangerrrrrr, foreshadowing (not proofread)

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“cmon mama to be! we don’t got all day!” jj yelled for you.

you were getting ready for something. you didn’t even know since jj wouldn’t spill anything about. “coming!” you screamed back. you walked down the stairs and straight into his arms. “hey pretty mama, ready for this walk?” your eyes shot up at him. “walk? why are we going on a walk?”

“for your mental health and just to talk you know? and then i got some pizza in the lil square ways you like em. now cmon and let’s go, we’re walking for an hour!” he exclaimed. “okay baby.” you smile.

as you and jj are walking, your minds go to the topic of your pregnancy. “what do you want our little baby to be?” jj asked you, thinking hard about the question, you find your answer. “i want a girl, what do you want?”

“i want twins honestly, one boy one girl. can’t i just nut inside you and we have twins?” jj asked while he intertwined your fingers together.

“no smart guy that isn’t how that works.” you smile up at his pretty blue eyes. “well how does it work? how can i get you to have twins?”

“um? genetics?”

“real funny ma.”

“i really hope our baby has your eyes, they’re the prettiest color ever.” he smiles hard, his beautiful smile coming out. “i hope our baby has your beauty and brains. cause i don’t have brains for shit.”

“what else do you wanna talk about baby?” you brought your hands up to your lips and kissed his knuckles, (and also biting him per usual.)

“ready for the ultrasound?” jj asked. “really really ready!” you exclaimed. after just 30 minutes, you begged jj to take you guys back to the house, so you could eat the pizza he talked about.

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“like the pizza?” jj asked. “course i do! it’s really really good, oh and jayj?” you look up at his pretty blue eyes. “what’s up?”

“do you regret this? like getting me pregnant? what if you have other baby mamas?” jj looked at you pretty confused. he didn’t understand where this concern was coming from. but then again, he realized you were pregnant, and probably had millions of questions about his past hookups. “i don’t fuck girls raw, i use protection. and i only didn’t do it with you cause you were my close friend and i trusted you to… i guess fuck raw? i honestly didn’t mean to get you pregnant, but to answer your question… no i don’t regret it. i’ve always wanted kids! didn’t think it would be this early but if it’s with you? wouldn’t want it with anyone else.”

“really?” you whispered.

“really.”

“can we… go to the mall for some stuff? and then a spa?” you cuddled into his arms while he rubbed your growing belly. “hell yeah we can! we can do whatever you want.”

“yay thank you!”

“no problem baby. hey… why don’t you get some rest? got a big day tomorrow don’t we?”

“yeah we do… thank you for this mental day and the walk, i didn’t realize how much it would help me, but it helped so much.” you whispered to jj, falling asleep in his arms.

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as you went to sleep, jj had a plan that would change everything. he got on the phone with kiara.

“look… we don’t talk but i need a favor, don’t flirt with me either. and i mean it, i need to go ring shopping for y/n, i’m asking you for help since you’re her best friend, differences aside, do this for her and leave my drama out of it.”

“fine…” kie whispered back through the phone. “what time asshole.” jj rolled his eyes. “lose the attitude, the fuck you mad for? just because i rejected you to be with the mother of MY child? that doesn’t matter no more, but anyway… friday at noon while she’s at lunch with her parents. thanks kie.”

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a/n- a little short but ty for 500 followers! and my bday in 20 days? we bouta t up👅👅 anyway! enjoy this foreshadowing 😉

more babydaddy!jj x pouge!reader here

[wonysugar]

My mind keeps imagining g!p wony x sub reader x g!p Karina, like🤭🤭 Both of them having unnie kink and breeding kink? USGSIAHAIAHAYA the woman they are😩

taking this as old ass ask as an opportunity to write some drabbles for you guys while i finish up my draftss cause i know that you guys are starving rn😭i’m so sorry for the longg wait, i promise i’m trying my hardest to get them done as fast as i can, please bare with me🙏

cw!! g!p, breeding kink, unnie kink, free-use, college au

so uhm they’re both hung. SORRY, I SAID IT… THEY’RE BOTH HUNG SUE ME LITERALLY SUEE MEEE!

now.. g!p wonyoung has basically all of us here on a chokehold, that much is obvious! however, i don’t think i’ve ever talked about g!p jimin on here? WEYLPP YOU KNOW WHAT THAT MEANSS THERE’S A FIRST TIME FOR EVERYTHINGGG~~

so what is the deal with these two? well i’ll tell you what; losers, the both of them, two actual massive fawking nerds!! they will always be caught at the library studying for mid terms,, either that or they’re in their dorm playing overwatch and valorant all day long😭😭losers trapped in hot bodies i fear

jimin and wonyoung considered you a friend ever since you asked the two of them to help you study the material, since their grades are practically outrageous.. so yeah you guys are just overall suuuuper chill and gawsh they just really appreciate your presence altogether it’s all happy and jolly! they’re a year above you, which probably explains the giggly and jittery reaction they both get when you call them your unnies… they can’t help but to baby you all the time!

some day, they innocently invite you over to their dorm, yknow just asking to order food and study together and whatnot, perhaps getting on val afterwards for shits and giggles.. you accept, of course, because why would you pass up an opportunity to improve your grades with two of the best students in your program, let alone a hang out between friends?

when you do get there, the dorm is clean and tidy, just as you’d expect from such model students. you do end up studying for about an hour and a half, that is until wonyoung suggests taking a break, wearing a warm smile as she adjusts her glasses.

“why don’t we stop for a little bit, hm?” she says, closing the book in front of you as she throws quick glances at jimin, they seem innocent enough, so you paid no mind to those.

jimin only nodded, liking the idea and gently putting her hand on your arm, “it is indeed very important to regularly take breaks when studying. plus, you’ve worked hard today, don’t you think, baby?”

in a usual situation, you wouldn’t be at all fazed by the pet name she used, since the two girls basically call you that every chance they get. however, you don’t know if it was jimin’s hand caressing your arm at that moment or the way that wonyoung was staring at your eyes that made you especially nervous, perhaps it was both, but you nodded to her words regardless.

she was right, after all, breaks are very necessary to a productive study session.

however, you quickly grasped that the ‘break’ in question would last much, much longer than you expected when jimin’s lips were suddenly trailing kisses down your neck whilst wonyoung caressed your hair.

“unnie—“ you reached out for her hand, more and more adrenaline rushing through your body with each kiss that jimin left on your soft skin.

and because that honorific just drives the both of them FAWKING crazy, “your unnies will take good care of you, okay sweetheart?” is what she’d softly say, smiling. you’d nod, entranced, before feeling her soft lips on yours. you knew there was no turning back when they eventually grabbed your two hands and made you feel their visible and poking hard-ons, which got you embarrassingly riled up to a great extent.

the rest is history, really. you never in a million years would’ve thought a ‘study session’ would end up with having jimin fuck you missionary, watching how her cock disappears inside you as she slowly thrusts into you and moans your name whilst wonyoung fucked your throat, nestling her slender fingers into your hair guiding your head to bob up and down her length ahehehefheh

when both of them are close to cumming, i feel like they’d be the types to not even tell you, lowkey.. especially jiminfcksmdm she’d just be so lost in the sensation of how good her cock feels fucking your tight, wet cunt that she’d just carelessly shoot her load into you as if you were just some sex toy,,, she can’t help it!! she wants to mark you as much as she can, even if that meant potentially knocking you u— [GUNSHOTS]

also it is important to mention that while jimin lovesss fucking your pussy, wonyoung is absolutely a head girlie.. she’d much rather have you down on her knees and sucking her dick than fucking you. don’t get her wrong, she’ll still dick you down if you asked her to, she just prefers using the pretty mouth that calls her ‘unnie’ way more aheheh

you’d just be straight up lying if you said that you didn’t yearn for more of them after that day… especially after having the many changes that your relationship with them had gone through. back then, they’d stare at you with innocent eyes, gaze warm and polite when seeing you, waving at you. now? they were basically eyefucking you and smirking at you everytime they saw you in the hallways.

it didn’t take long for them to take that to the next level,, omg next level by aespa— [NUKES] SORRY. but yeah sometimes even pulling you away from your nerdy friend group to have a quickie in the bathroom just because they know you’ll let them use your body at random times of the daycjenfkd they’re unhinged i fear! using your exams as an excuse,, saying shit like “but it’s important to relax and relieve stress before an exam!” before proceeding to dick you down in a stall likee.. right, right..

of course, you live for every second of it and they know it, but acting all innocent and oblivious towards their advances when really, you’re already soaked by the time that you’re on your way to their dorm so you can suck them off after they text you to come over is all part of the funkdjsndm

[whimsical-musingss]

kitchen-c.b.

cursing you solves all my problems

vacationing in rock bottom, back again

so hard to do the right thing.

in which you pull Carm from rock bottom after a tough shift.

warnings: Carm has some darkness in his head, lots of fluff and domestic shit. 🤭 unedited but WHATEVER. I’m too lazy for that.

Carm Berzatto x f reader

“It’s fine, Syd, of course it is,” you say, your voice firm. “Please, go be with your dad. I can close up here.”

Syd narrows her eyes in thought and frustration, knowing that if she stayed then closing will get done faster. “Syd, it’s a no brainer. Take the time to be with him,” you interrupt her thoughts, and she slowly nods. “You sure?” She asks again.

“Yes. Please, go, go on,” you shoo her away from the stations, past Richie, who’s finishing up his work, and out the doors that leads into the dining room. Her father sits in a booth, happily waiting. “I owe you one,” Syd says, but you stop her. “You don’t owe me anything,” you smile. “See you tomorrow.”

Richie passes you as you go back into the kitchen, an unlit cigarette in between his teeth. “See ya tomorrow, peanut. Hey, listen, tell cousin to leave my shit be, yeah? He always fucks up my station, says it’s too messy, but that’s how I roll, ‘kay?” He rambles, his cigarette jumping up and down in his mouth as he talks.

“Yeah, yeah, I can try, but no promises,” you shrug. “See you later. Please drive carefully.”

“You know I won’t,” he mutters as he leaves.

The hum of the refrigerators, the distant sound of scrubbing, and the occasional splash of water is all that you hear now. You turn the corner past Marcus’ station to see Carm, on his hands and knees, scrubbing the floor. There must be a spot that you can’t see from where you’re standing because he’s obsessing over one specific spot in the tile.

“Everyone’s closed up for the night. You’ve got to be almost done, yeah?”

Your voice snaps him out of wherever he was in his head. “Yeah, yeah, almost,” he mutters, the muscles in his back flexing as he sits up to be on his knees.

“Where’d you go?” You ask, voice soft, as soft as your fingers as they trace his jawbone. He lets out a sigh through his nose, shoulders shrugging. “Dunno, just away,” he mutters, his rag forgotten on the floor.

“Do you need space, Bear?” Your voice could lull him into a deep sleep, he knows this, it’s so peaceful and blocks off the shit in his head. “No, no, baby,” he leans into your touch, his own hands, albeit damp, glide up to hold onto your thighs, as if they’re anchoring him down. “Missed you.”

“Me, too,” you let out a sigh of your own. “Can I help you here? Then we can go home, I can make you something to eat, for a change…”

“Yeah, honey. Just give me a minute,” his voice is gravelly, muffled as he lays his head on your thighs, his arms wrapped around you. Your fingers find his scalp, running through his hair. His breathing slows as he finds his footing, thumbs rubbing circles on your pants.

“I’m here,” you whisper, and he squeezes you gratefully.

“I’m done with the floor,” he says, and you nod, noticing that there was no spot on the floor, no stain, no imperfection. You’re glad he realized that himself. “Okay, Bear. Let’s get home and I can make something? What are you feeling?” His grip eases as he backs away, his hair disheveled from your fingers. He grabs the bucket full of dirty water and the rag. “I can make something for you, sweet girl,” he stands, and you can hear his joints popping. “Just say the word.”

“No, no, Carmy, I’ll make you something. I offered first. Besides, you’re always making me something, I feel bad…,” you trail off. His eyes crinkle as he smiles slightly. “Alright, alright, you got me,” he says, and you follow him as he dumps the water, and back to his office, where your coats are. He helps you into your own down jacket, and hands you your purse. He slides his own on as you zip up. “Okay, what do you want to eat?” You ask again.

“Surprise me?” Carm tilts his head, questioning you.

“Hm, sure. It’ll knock your socks off,” you grin, following him out the restaurant. You watch as his thick fingers lock the door, and then he shoves them in his jacket pockets.

“Really? All f’me?” He lets you loop your arm through his as you begin your commute home. “Yes, anything for you, Bear,” you say absentmindedly, but it’s comments like those that get Carm all flustered.

“No guesses. But I’ll give you a hint,” you continue, unaware of his flushed face. “It’s one of your favorites.”

“Oh, I think I know, baby,” he lets out a huff of laughter.

“Hush, no you don’t!” You hide your smile in your coat.

You take the L, and after a transfer and a short, cold walk, you find yourselves at your apartment. Carm likes your place more than his, and he even mentioned it to you when you were in bed, noting how quiet it is, how soft your bed is. He lives by the L, so you’re not surprised, and you let him slowly move into your own place. You don’t mind at all. His presence was comforting, his hold on you something you never knew you needed.

He watches you unlock the door, then takes two steps at a time to get to your apartment. He was more eager to get home than you were, as you trudge up the stairs, rifling through your keys to get the correct one out. “Jeez, you must be pretty damn excited for my dinner,” you smile at him teasingly as you unlock the second door.

After you both settle in, Carm sits down on your bar stool, watching you get set up at the stove. A pot, water, and then you tell him to close his eyes for the last part.

“Ta-da!” You flourish, and when he opens his eyes, he has to hold back a shit-eating grin.

“Damn, pretty lady, treating me so well,” he says between laughs.

“I know,” you say as you rip the top off of the Kraft Mac and cheese. “It’s my specialty, and you love my twist on it.”

“Yeah, dunno why I do,” he confesses, and you feign offense.

You let the noodles boil, occasionally stirring. That’s the way it was on nights after a long shift. Easy meals in a box. But Carm especially loved your Mac and cheese, because you put a spin on it and add a splash of cream, milk, and butter. The powdered cheese with extra shredded cheese. Oh, so bad for you, but he couldn’t help but love it. He watches you cook up your concoction, tongue between your teeth as you work. He finds it attractive, plus other small habits you have that he picked up on.

“Here you go, Bear,” you set a bowl in front of him. “Enjoy, it’s on the house.”

“Really, all free?” He asks as you take a seat beside him, your knee nudging his. You notice his shoulders aren’t as tense, his hands aren’t in fists, instead one hand is on the back of your neck. “Jesus, you spoil me.”

You give him a small kiss on his cheek, and you feel some stubble there. “Mhm,” you smile. “Now eat, before it gets cold.”

“Wait, hold on,” he says, his hand not leaving the back of your neck. It’s habit, he always finds himself reaching for you in that particular spot. “Just wanna say thanks.”

“No need for that,” you wave your fork in dismissal. “You’d do it for me.”

His fingers trace your neck, and you’re close to melting. “Yeah. But still. I love you.” Words were hard for him, you knew, but that was enough.

“I love you, Bear. Now please eat my specialty before it gets clumpy.”

“Clumpy…?”