#time he's able to calm them down so quickly

[deunmiu-dessie]

(unedited) widowedfather!simon gets help with his daughter. [ connected with this post as an au! ] [ one, two ]

the incessant wailing of the baby seemed never-ending. her plump, delicate cheeks were tinged with a crimson hue, and torrents of tears streamed down her face. simon, standing amidst the formula cans, wondered briefly how such a tiny thing could produce such an ear-piercing noise, the sound grating at his ears, which only served to exacerbate his already troubled state of mind.

he was at a loss, unable to figure out what was causing her distress. simon had just fed her, burped her, and changed her diaper recently—yet she continued to cry inconsolably, legs kicking and arms tucked to her body. it’d been like that, him desperately trying to calm her down while receiving judgmental glares from onlookers (although he couldn't bring himself to care) for the past fifteen minutes.

she misses her mother.

well, she's gone. he was all she had now, and he wasn't much– he knew that. he’d asked price’s wife for help several times after she was born, when he couldn't figure out why she was crying, what to do when she wouldn't go to sleep. simon eventually stopped asking for help a couple of months later, didn't want to inconvenience them any more than he already had. didn't matter if they swore that he wasn't. he was a father, he needed to act like one.

simon had never been annoyed or angry with his child. how could he ever find it in himself to be annoyed or angry with his own flesh and blood? especially when she bore such an uncanny resemblance to his late wife.

no, his anger was solely directed towards himself, anger for not being able to understand her needs quickly, anger for not knowing how to soothe her. doubt plagued his every thought, making him question his capability to raise her properly.

“hi, would you like some help with her?”

taken from his thoughts, simon turned slightly to where the voice spoke, a woman standing just a few feet from him. her grocery cart was filled with food and two children, twin boys, were hanging off the side he realized. they seemed to be no more than five years old, but they were calm; giggling amongst themselves and pointing to what cereals they would eat early tomorrow.

simon redirects his attention toward the woman, her smile is warm, sympathetic, and non-judgmental. she eyes the newborn with starry eyes and a slight pout on her lips. simon shakes his head softly. “s’alrigh, don’t want t’bother you.” he murmurs gently. regardless, even though he declines her help, his daughter continues to cry inconsolably, much like the day she was born.

she waves him off and grins— everything about her was so, motherly, so kind. “believe it or not, i miss the newborn phase. they're like little critters when they hit their tot years.” she whispers the last part to avoid her kids overhearing and sends him a wink. he chuckles, it's small, barely there but she hears it nonetheless and responds with a soft laugh of her own.

the woman takes a few steps forward and gently takes the baby from his grasp, despite his hesitation, before he can decline once more. and a weight is lifted from his shoulders, his body no longer tense from not understanding what was wrong. simon watches as she cradles the newborn, a bright smile adorning her face, before she looks up at him. “she’s just a little gassy, feeding her while she’s upright will help to stop this from happening.”

simon anxiously nods, his heart pounding as the woman gently applies pressure just below his daughter's tummy, causing the gas to escape gradually and the baby's cries to turn into soft whimpers instead. his heartbeat slows, and he readjusts his arms to take the child. the woman lovingly coos at the newborn one last time before placing her delicately into simon’s waiting embrace.

she waves him off once more when he goes to thank her, smiling. “we parents need to stick together,” she says, before she walks back towards her cart and affectionately runs her hands through her children’s hair. “so, where to next?” her laugh is soft and loving as the two excitedly shout, "candy!" she looks over her shoulder at him and rolls her eyes, mouthing: ‘critters’

and simon, since the death of his wife, finally feels something.

[saturnicos]

— meaningful words | [heartslabyul + savanaclaw]

coming soon: [octavinelle + scarabia] - [ignihyde + pomefiore + diasomnia]

[tw/cw]: internalized fear (cater), ace cursing

[a/n]: i'm finally on winter break 🙏 + writing to ace is a kick in the ass so he's probably a lil ooc, i'm so srry /o\

You and your friend were having a happy afternoon together, taking advantage of the peaceful time after classes just to spend some quality time in each other's company.

You watched his contented smile as he talked, seeing how relaxed and handsome he looked at the moment. Your own smile widened as you said out loud, completely lost in reverie:

"Oh gosh, I love you so much."

★ Riddle Rosehearts

Your words hit him like a spear of thorns; a spear that not only passed through his chest, but also through some sensitive point in his brain simultaneously — which would be anatomically impossible, Riddle tried to convince himself that that sensation was also impossible.

Unfortunately for him, it wasn't.

The teacup shook in his hand, spilling drops over the rim until he finally placed it on the saucer, locking his gaze with the ornate cup as he felt his face heat up and his stomach turn. Against his better judgment, he managed to look back at you, his cheeks and the tip of his nose red:

— D-do you... really do?

★ Trey Clover

— Mhmm — He continued to mix the ingredients for one of the desserts for the unbirthday party with a calming and serene look, looking as calm as the small waves that hit the shore of the beach.

Despite his unwavering gaze, Trey was very aware of his own heart racing and missing a few beats, while he felt his fingertips tremble. Ah, that old feeling.

Setting the bowl of mixture aside, Trey washed his hands in the sink and dried them with the cloth resting on his shoulder. Walking towards you, he rested his hand on top of your head and then ruffled your hair, smiling calmly:

— I love you too.

★ Cater Diamond

His smile quickly faded as his arm slowly became heavy and gave way, resting on the table in front of him, his cell phone resting next to it, still open on the Magicam's camera.

Cater felt his own eyes watering, and tried to avoid it by biting his own tongue. The burning feeling in his chest was ridiculously present — just as it had always been when he was with you, but now, it felt so different, yet so familiar —. He felt so scared at the same time that he felt relieved that he wasn't the first to confess; relieved of the feeling he had bottled up for fear it had been one-sided.

He didn't say anything, but his smile said enough.

★ Deuce Spade

His voice suddenly choked as his eyes widened disproportionately, all the determination Deuce had seemed to have been drained by your casualness.

It was anyone's guess how the gears of his brain still turned and understood space even though pressure was around him; and for him, it was unknown that you had said that to him.

A pang hit his chest. And then two. Three. Four. Five. And he lost count as it seemed more and more constant and irregular, making his brain confused and agitated as few words were mumbled out until a complete sentence was formed as his face was taken by a red hue:

— Ah, I mean- I like you! Too!

★ Ace Trappola

— Yeah, who doesn't? — He hissed with the meanest, smugest smile that only Ace could emit, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and gesturing into space.

If it weren't for the press of Ace's shoulder against your face, you wouldn't have missed his smile falter as you leaned in close and just patted his fluffy hair, without bouncing back as usual with his teasing.

— What you- Shit, fine, wanna hang out or something else? — He turned his head towards you, slightly confused and lost on how to proceed with the situation you put him in, trying to appear indifferent. Unfortunately for you and fortunately for him, you wouldn't be able to look up enough to see how the red heart symbol on his face seemed to spread in a soft pink color halfway down his cheek.

★ Leona Kingscholar

— I already know this, herbivore. — He seemed equally stoic and expressionless, cracking his neck as he settled back against the tree trunk, looking like he was about to fall asleep.

You laughed, not expecting anything different from Leona, and lay down next to him, looking at the sky through half-closed eyes, forgetting your worries as the warm air of Savanaclaw invited you to take a nap.

Being relaxed enough to sleep, you missed the prince's eyelids fluttering in a weak attempt to fall asleep and how the tips of his fuzzy ears seemed to reach close to dark red. With a defeated sigh knowing he couldn't suppress it, he smiled to himself. How good it's to be the first with the gold medal.

★ Ruggie Bucchi

He almost immediately stopped eating his own lunch and placed the spoon back on the plate, his ears perking up as he raised an eyebrow in your direction, looking both amused and suspicious.

As you laughed in return at his reaction, continuing with the biggest soft and flustered look, Ruggie's tail wagged in contentment, realizing how switched off your brain must be.

He rested his face in the palm of his hand comfortably as he returned his gaze, pointing his finger in your direction and giving a characteristic high-pitched laugh through a cocky smile and then simply saying:

— My answer will cost you part of your dessert, shishishi.

★ Jack Howl

Jack's ears automatically perked up, as if trying to hear all the noise in the room and any lost echo of what you had said so casually. His gaze turned to you as he seemed to examine the situation as accurately as he could.

When you made no move to ask anything or even change your calm expression, he knew what had hit him. Against his better judgment, his cheeks darkened maroon and his tail swayed from side to side. Internally, he would like to grab his own tail to stop the movement.

— I... appreciate you. Too. — Despite the clear attempt to alleviate what he felt, it was evident how embarrassed he was to say the words out loud.

[vinomino]

Helping Hand

Umemiya thought of all the guys as his brothers. So he wouldn’t mind you, his girlfriend, helping them out right?

Featuring: Hiragi Toma, Kaji Ren, Sugishita Kyotaro x f!reader, Umemiya x f!reader

Warnings: mdni 18+, infidelity, unprotected sex, creampie, semi-public + one spank(Kaji’s), dubcon(Sugishita’s), facefucking

Hiragi knew this was wrong. You were his leader’s girlfriend, but hell did you feel so good around him. He caught you running home in the rain and invited you into his house to wait for it to pass. Somehow, you ended up wearing nothing under his oversized band t-shirt, and you can’t blame him for doing this right?

“Hira–gi! Right there!” You squeal when he angles his hips and hits that sweet spot that made you see stars. The man grunts behind you, tightening his grip on your hips, pulling you back. “Pussy’s squeezing me…shit…” His voice low and gravelly which makes you clench down around him. All you can hear right now was his silver chain hitting his chest with every thrust.

His eyes drift down to the white ring that forms around the base of his shaft. Not only was he fucking Umemiya’s girl, he was doing it without a condom as well, and it made him even harder. You were just so pretty and kind, always lending an ear and giving him boxes upon boxes of Gas-Kuns.

You shove your face into his pillow to muffle your sounds, Hiragi’s scent overloading your senses as you cream on his cock again. “Fuck– gonna cum–” You try to milk him, but he pulls out and shoots white ropes of his seed all over your ass.

Hiragi chuckles when you pout, “Alright…next time I’ll fill ya up.” He gulps when his cum drips down the curve of your ass, sliding down your folds before dipping off your clit.

Kaji thought his eyes were deceiving him when he found you and Hiragi making out in an alleyway. He didn’t think Hiragi was the type of person to do such a thing, so you had to be the problem. You got a message from Kaji later that evening if you were free to hang out the next day.

You found Kaji sitting alone in the karaoke room, “Kaji! Sorry, I had trouble finding the room…” Lightly chuckling. Shit, he should be threatening and cussing you out, but now he has a raging boner from staring at your breasts almost spilling out of your top.

His headphones were discarded next to him on the sofa, the wet sound of your sloppy cunt and his favorite band playing in the background was all he needed to keep calm. “Rennn…” You gasp as you bounce on his dick. “Don’t fucking call me that.” He sneered, his hand coming down on your ass. His head tilts back when he feels you clench at the impact.

Kaji rolls your shirt up and pulls your bra down to reveal your bouncing breasts. Grinning, you ask, “Wanna kiss them, Ren?” He hated how he got spurred on even more by you saying his name. You pulled his sucker out of his mouth, freeing it up, and placed the candy into your mouth.

Not wanting to waste anymore time, he pops one of your nipples into his mouth, while rolling the other with his fingers. You tug at his icy blonde hair, whimpering at the added sensation.

His hands find your hips as he thrusts upwards to match your hips. The room is filled with your breathy moans and his growls. Peeking down, Kaji’s face was focused on making sure you came on his cock. Fingers slipping between your bodies to roll your neglected clit. You quickly approach your high, Kaji follows shortly after, cumming in your warm walls.

He let you keep the sucker

Sugishita deeply respected Umemiya, so why does he feel this way? He felt like a bastard, but he couldn’t get the picture of you bent over, your panties showing, and the way he was able to see the outline of your folds. Umemiya had some business to take care of, so it was now only you and Sugishita.

“Kyo? What’s up?” You noticed the younger man looked uncomfortable. “N-Nothing…” He grunts, shifting to hide his hard-on. “What would Umemiya say if I ignored you when you're bothered by something?” Sugishita gulps when you mention Umemiya.

“C’mon, Kyo, I wanna help you…” You say kneeling in front of him, trailing your hands over his crotch. “W-We can’t–!” He stammers out, balling his hands at his sides, but doing nothing to stop you. “Umemiya would want me to help out anyone in Bofurin.” You smile up at him, unbuckling his belt.

The dark haired man throws his head back when your hand wraps around his shaft. His cock looked so cute, testing the waters as you licked up his pre-cum. You take him into your mouth, his resistance snaps when you do. His big hands grabbing your head, fucking your throat.

He curses at himself for doing this, but you made it feel so right.

You gag a bit as tears roll down your cheeks, he cums immediately when you look up at him with those big eyes. Letting out a whiny moan as he does. Swallowing it all, you stand up, “Do you feel better now?” He pants trying to catch his breath as he nods, pulling the towel off his shoulders to wipe your tears.

[rabbidbunwy]

🔞 Geto x reader| Minors DNI| NSFW WARNING 🔞

Under the moonlight part 2 ⋆｡°✩｡⋆☾☼

Synopsis:Geto teased you during the mission as you were in the make shift camp resting

Featuring: Geto Suguru-Gojo Satoru-Shoko Ieri

Firts part here

Contents: Geto x fem!reader-description of an injury but not gorey-both adult-pleading-needy!reader-vibrator punishment/teasing-touching-explicit content-un-protected sex-vaginal-crampie-rough-smut-cute-fluff-aftercare

i'm no english native so sorry for some mistakes

please reblog 🔁 and like❤️

P.s:finally part two is here!!

@muzansslxt @candy69gurl @kiwicopia @satorkive @ponderingmoonlight

The next day dawned bright and early, sunlight streaming through the windows and bathing the room in a soft golden glow. You were awoken by the sound of quiet voices and whispers. Sitting up, you could see the other three jujutsu sorcerers huddled together in a corner, engaged in a hushed conversation.

You tried to listen in, but their voices were too low for you to hear anything distinct. Instead, you decided to get up and get ready for the day. As you got dressed, you checked yourself in the small mirror hanging on the wall. The marks on your neck were visible against your skin, souvenirs from the previous night.

You blushed at the sight, a mixture of fondness and shyness washing over you. But as you turned and saw Geto glance in your direction, his eyes locking with yours, that shyness hardened into determination. You felt a sudden rush of rebelliousness, a desire to own your feelings for him, to make it known to everyone in the world. Without thinking, you met his gaze and subtly ran your thumb over the marks on your neck, a silent challenge in your eyes.

Geto's breath hitched, his eyes widening slightly at your brazen gesture. For a moment, he simply stared at you, his gaze intense and heated. There was a flicker of something unreadable in his eyes, something primal and possessive, as if the sight of his marks on you ignited a fire within him. His lips parted slightly, as though he was about to say something. But before he could, Satoru's voice interrupted the heated moment.

"Hey, loverboy" he called out, causing you to jump in surprise. "Get your head out of the gutter and come help us plan out today's route."

Geto tore his gaze away from you, his expression quickly neutralizing. "Coming" he replied, his voice deceptively calm. But there was a hint of tension in his movements as he stood and moved to join Gojo and Shoko, his eyes never fully leaving you.

As you watched him go, you felt a mixture of thrill and guilt. What were you doing? Gojo and Shoko were so close by…it was foolish to taunt Geto so blatantly in front of them. But at the same time, you couldn't help but feel a rebellious sort of joy, a secret satisfaction in being able to express your feelings. Maybe it was dangerous, but damn did it feel good.

Over the course of the morning, you continued to glance at Geto whenever possible, unable to resist stealing surreptitious looks at him. Each time your eyes met, his reaction was the same: a slight hitch in his breath, the flare of his nostrils, the clench of his jaw. You could feel the tension building between the two of you, the air crackling with unspoken desire and suppressed passion. It was thrilling and terrifying all at once.

As you strolled in the woods with your small backpack on your shoulder and ever so often glancing at your boyfriend, you accidentally stumbled tumbling down the cliff and in leaves.

As you lay on the ground, dazed and winded, you heard voices calling out to you. "Von! Are you alright?" Shoko's concerned voice was the first to reach you, followed closely by Gojo's and Geto's. You tried to sit up, wincing as pain shot through your body. Before you could get a word out, Geto was beside you, his hands gently inspecting your body for injuries.

"Y..yeah" Groaning, you tried to pull yourself up, but pain lanced through your ankle, making you yelp and sit down again. "Hey, hey" Geto coaxed, his voice soft. "Stay still. You shouldn't be trying to get up yet." His hands gently palpated your ankle, his touch careful yet firm. You muttered a cry as you felt pressure on your ankle "S.. stop it hurts" you whined "I know, I know" Geto soothed, his hands immediately pulling back. "But I need to assess the damage. Is it your ankle that hurts? Can you move your foot?" His voice was gentle but firm, leaving no room for argument. You shooked your head "N.. no,it only hurts like hell" "Alright" Geto nodded, his expression grim. "Looks like a bad sprain. Shoko?" He turned to Shoko, who had knelt down beside him and was now inspecting your ankle with a careful eye.

Shoko nodded, her fingers gently palpating your ankle. "Yeah, definitely a bad sprain. We'll need to immobilize it and keep pressure off it for a while." She rummaged through her bag, pulling out a roll of bandages. Geto helped roll up the leg of your jeans, revealing your swollen and inflamed ankle. It seemed to be already turning purple and blue around the joint, the surrounding flesh hot and tender to the touch. Shoko wrapped the bandages around your ankle, creating a snug yet comfortable brace. As she worked, you winced at the slight pressure, your ankle throbbing in protest. Geto kept a reassuring hand on your thigh, his thumb stroking soothing circles as he whispered reassurances under his breath. "Shhh, it's alright" he murmured, his words barely audible. "Just breathe through it."

Once the bandages were in place, Shoko leaned back, inspecting her work. "There" she said, her voice soft. "That should help keep the swelling down. You'll need to keep it elevated and iced as much as possible. And no walking on it for at least a week."

"How long do we stay here?" You asked awkwardly. Geto sighed, his expression serious as he surveyed your injury. "We'll probably have to stay here overnight" he said after a moment. "We can't risk moving you too much until the swelling goes down. We'll set up camp here and head back tomorrow." "But there are cursed spirits in this forest" you whined as you tried to get up "I can't let you take care of me" Geto's hand gently pushed you back down, his eyes stern yet loving. "You're not in any state to be fighting curses" he said firmly. "We'll take care of things out here. You just focus on resting and healing. Promise me you'll stay put."

"But it's my fault if we're in this mess" you insisted glaring at your boyfriend. Geto gently cupped your cheeks, his eyes holding a mix of fondness and exasperation. "It was an accident" he said firmly. "And accidents happen, especially with you around, you klutz." His tone was affectionate, tinged with humor, but his eyes were serious. "Trust me, we'll handle the curses. Let us take care of you for a change."

Gojo, who had been silently observing the exchange, finally spoke up. "I agree" he said, his voice dry. "You're just a liability at this point. Stay put and let the professionals handle it." Despite his harsh words, his tone was devoid of malice, and there was a hint of a teasing smile on his lips. You grimaced at his words, your pride refusing to accept their coddling. "I'm not a liability" you muttered, your voice petulant. Geto's response was to chuckle softly, his thumb grazing your cheek. "Of course you're not" he said, his tone indulgent. "But you're injured. And right now, the most important thing is your health. Let us handle things. Okay?" You let out a defeated sigh, your pride warring with the pain and exhaustion in your body. Your boyfriend was right, of course. In your current condition, you'd only be a burden on them. "Alright, alright" you conceded reluctantly. "I'll stay put. But you better be careful out there, got it?"

Geto smiled, the corners of his eyes crinkling. "Of course" he reassured you. "We'll be back by dawn. Just relax, okay? And don't do anything stupid while we're gone." He leaned in, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. Shoko, who had been silently observing the entire exchange, finally chimed in. "Don't worry" she said, her eyes gleaming with a touch of mischievousness. "We'll keep the idiot in check." She shot a pointed look at Gojo as he let out an offended squawk."Hey, what’s that supposed to mean?" Gojo protested, his hands on his hips. "I'm always the picture of maturity and restraint."

Shoko snorted, rolling her eyes at his words. "Right" she drawled, her tone dripping with sarcasm. "The man who eats nothing but sweets and has the attention span of a goldfish is the epitome of maturity."

Gojo's cheeks puffed out in an indignant pout, his eyes narrowing. "I'll have you know, I'm a highly respected jujutsu sorcerer and a master of my craft" he huffed, his voice comically offended. "Just because I enjoy a little sweetness in life doesn't make me immature!" Shoko couldn't help but chuckle at his dramatics, her eyes gleaming with amusement."Yeah, whatever you say, Sorrel Boy" she teased, her gaze flicking to the small bag of sugar-coated fruit hanging from his belt. His cheeks reddened slightly at the nickname, his eyes narrowing further as he muttered under his breath. You, meanwhile, let out a quiet laugh, the mood lightened by the banter.

Geto chuckled, shaking his head at his friends’ antics. "All right, all right" he said, a fond smile on his lips. "We should get going before we run out of daylight." He gave your hand a gentle squeeze before rising to his feet. "Stay put" he reminded you again. "We’ll be back soon."

You nodded, waving them off with an exaggerated salute. As the three jujutsu sorcerers disappeared into the foliage, you leaned back with a sigh. You felt guilty for being such a liability, and a part of you wanted to insist on going with them to help, but another part was relieved. You knew you wouldn't have been much help in your current state.

๋ ࣭ ㅤ⭑ ☆ㅤ ๋࣭ㅤ ⭑๋ㅤ ࣭ ㅤ⭑ ☆ㅤ ๋࣭ㅤ ⭑๋ㅤ ࣭ ㅤ⭑ ☆ㅤ ๋࣭ㅤ ⭑๋ㅤ ࣭ ㅤ⭑ ☆ㅤ ๋࣭ㅤ ⭑

Geto's voice came through the walkie-talkie, his tone mischievous and filled with amusement. "What's wrong, love? Did you think I'd forget about you?" He sounded far too pleased with himself despite the static in the line. You could practically hear the smirk in his voice.

"Ah mhn turn it off" you whined "Ah ngh" Geto's laughter echoed through the speaker, low and seductive. "Ah, but where's the fun in that?" he purred. "You're all defenseless and at my mercy. I can't help but want to play a little game with you." The vibrations increased in intensity, the buzz now strong enough to make it hard to ignore the mounting pleasure building within you.

"Shhh" Geto continued, his voice filled with smug satisfaction. "You don't want the others to hear you, do you? Be a good girl and stay quiet for me. Just relax and let me take care of you." The vibrations pulsed and throbbed, each surge sending ripples of pleasure through your body, each throb more intense than the last.

You clenched your teeth, biting your lip to suppress the moan that threatened to escape your lips. "Hhhngh…G-geto" you gasped, your voice trembling with ecstasy. "I-I…n-need you…" You weren't sure if your words were a plea for mercy or a desperate confession of your need for him, the line between the two now blurred by his relentless ministrations.

Geto's chuckle was rougher now, his breath hitched as he listened to your panting whimpers. "I know you do" he growled. "And I'll be there soon. But first, you're going to do something for me." The vibrations slowed, each throb now long and slow, drawing out your pleasure and making you whimper in frustration.

"I want you to touch yourself for me, he murmured, his words low and commanding. "Can you do that for me?” The request was bold,you were taken aback by his bluntness, your face heating up. "I-I…w-what if s-somebody comes back?" you whispered, your voice strained and pleading. The last thing you wanted was for Gojo or Shoko to stumble upon you like this.

Geto chuckled, a sadistic edge to his voice. "They won't be back for a while" he replied confidently. "And even if they do, they won't be able to see you. Just close your eyes and imagine it's my hand touching you." The vibrations intensified again, the sudden surge making you gasp and arch your back.

"Ah…p-please…" you whimpered, your body trembling as the pleasure mounted. "I-I…I can't hold on…please…I need you… Ah!" Your begging was desperate, your voice pleading and needy. Your body was on fire, your nerve endings electrified by the constant stimulation. It was maddening, exhilarating, agonizing, all at once.

Geto's breath hitched at the sound of your pleas, his own body responding involuntarily to your plaintive moans. "Patience, love" he whispered, his tone now more soothing than commanding. "Just hold on a little longer. I'll be there soon, I promise. Be a good girl and wait for me." The vibrations slowed once more, each throb timed to keep you teetering on the edge, your body thrumming with pleasure and need.

"Please Ru-ru,i want you to fuck me right now,i dont care about my injured ankle i just need you" you whined whimpering "please"

Geto's breath hitched at your needy whine, his resolve wavering as your desperate plea echoed through the walkie-talkie. "Dammit, you’re really testing my patience, aren’t you?” he groaned, his voice rough with desire. "But you’re injured, love. I can’t risk hurting you more.” There was a hint of hesitation in his words, a battle raging between his concern for you and his own mounting need.

"Please….just like we did yesterday just be careful of my ankle and we can fuck" you pleaded

"Dammit" Geto swore under his breath, his resolve crumbling like a house of cards. "You drive me crazy, you know that?" The sound of him shuffling on the other end of the line reached your ears, followed by a low growl. "Okay, okay. But if you feel even an ounce of pain, we’re stopping. Understood?"

"Y-yes" you gasped, your body twitching in anticipation. "Please…I won’t break, I promise. Just…please, I need you." Your voice was desperate, your pleas edged with a hint of need. The thought of having him, of feeling him close and filling you up, was overriding any sense of reason you may have left.

Geto released a shaky breath, the sound of his footsteps quickening. "Stay there" he commanded, his voice firm yet gentle. "I'll be right back. And don’t move." The sound of the walkie-talkie being set down was followed by silence, the only thing audible was the sound of your ragged breathing and the rustling of leaves as Geto moved quickly through the forest.

The minutes ticked by, each one feeling like an eternity as you waited for his return. The vibrator continued to buzz inside you, each throb and pulse a torturous reminder of your need for him. You tried to distract yourself, counting the leaves swaying in the trees overhead or the number of clouds in the darkening sky, but your mind kept drifting to thoughts of him.

Just when you thought you couldn’t take it anymore, the sound of footsteps echoed through the clearing. Geto’s figure emerged from the darkness, his breathing heavy and his eyes darkened with desire. He looked wild and feral, like a prowling animal ready to pounce on its prey.

"Damn" he muttered, his eyes raking over your prone form with a mix of concern and raw need. He knelt down beside you, his hands immediately going to your injured ankle, gently checking it over. "How does it feel?" he asked, his voice gruff and tinged with worry.

"It's fine" you insisted, your voice breathless and needy. "Please, just…touch me.” You reached for him, your hands grasping at his shirt in a needy grip. Your injury was the furthest thing from your mind, your body thrumming with a desperate need.

Geto's breath hitched as your hands tangled in his shirt, his own need and desire rising to the surface. He leaned forward, his body hovering over yours, the scent of his skin filling your nostrils. "You're impatient, love" he growled, his face mere inches from your own. "Always so needy and desperate for me."

His hands moved to your hips, his grip bruising as he pulled you closer to him. The heat of his body seared through your clothes, his presence overwhelming and intoxicating. "But then again" he murmured, his lips grazing your ear "I did ask you to be a good girl."

His fingers toyed with the hem of your shirt, his blunt nails scraping across your skin, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake. "Let me take care of you" he whispered, his voice low and commanding. His fingers slowly pushed up your shirt, his touch reverent and gentle as they ghosted across your bare stomach.

A groan escaped Geto's lips as his fingers gently explored your core, his movements slow and deliberate. "Mmm, you're so wet for me" he murmured, his breath hot against your ear. His touch was careful and gentle, his thumb circling your sensitive bud with maddening precision. "Does it feel good, love? Do you like the way I touch you?"

You could only manage a nod, your body arching against his touch, your breath coming in ragged gasps. The sensations he was stirring within you were overwhelming, each touch and caress sending waves of pleasure coursing through your veins. "t..the condom are in the tent " you huffed "I don't think I can wait that long" Geto growled, his voice rough with desire. "I need you now." Despite his words, his touches remained gentle, his fingers working you with practiced ease.

"Please" you begged, your voice strained and needy. "I need more, Ru-ru. Please, I can't take it anymore." Your hands clutched at his shoulders, your fingers digging into his flesh as you tried to pull him closer.

Geto groaned, his control teetering on the edge as he felt your desperate grasp on him. "You're so needy" he murmured, his voice tinged with a hint of amused affection. "But I can't deny you, can I?" He shifted over you, his body settling between your legs.

His hands moved to your hips, his grip firm but still mindful of your injury. "Wrap your legs around me" he instructed, his voice harsh with need.

You obeyed, your legs wrapping around his waist, pulling him flush against you. The fabric of his pants rubbed against your sensitive flesh, the heat of his body seeping through the layers of clothing. "Yes" you whimpered, your body arching against his. "Please, Ru-ru, please."

Geto groaned at the sound of his name spilling from your lips, his body responding to the plea in your voice. "Damn it" he grunted, his hands leaving your hips and moving to the waistband of his pants. "You drive me insane, you know that?" His hands fumbled with the button and zipper, his fingers trembling slightly with his own need. "I don't know whether to throttle you for being so needy, or just give you what you want" he muttered, his voice strained as he pushed the fabric down his hips.

"Just give me what I want" you pleaded, your voice a desperate whisper. "Please, I need you so bad." Your hands roamed over his chest, your fingers tracing the planes of his muscles through the thin fabric of his shirt.

Geto let out a shaky breath as your hands skimmed over his chest, his eyes darkening further with desire. "I swear" he growled, his voice rough with lust "you drive me absolutely wild, you know that?" His hands moved to your waist, his grip tight as he positioned himself between your legs.

"This might hurt a bit" he warned, his voice filled with concern despite his ragged breathing. "Tell me if it's too much, okay?" His body pressed against yours, the heat of his skin searing against yours. "Just relax" he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear. Without giving you a chance to respond, he pushed into you slowly, his body trembling with the effort of holding himself back. "Ah, damn" he grunted, his voice tight with tension. "You're so tight, love. So perfect." He paused for a moment, giving you a chance to adjust to his size. His breathing was ragged, and his body was taut with restraint. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice strained but filled with concern.

You nodded, unable to form words. The sensation of him filling you up was overwhelming, and you could only gasp and moan in response. "Please" you managed to croak out, your hands grasping at his shoulders. "Please, move. I need you to move."

Geto growled at the plea in your voice, his control fraying at the edges. "You're so needy" he muttered, his own restraint hanging by a thread. "So impatient." Despite his words, he couldn't deny you any longer. His body shifted against yours, and he began to move.

His thrusts were slow and measured at first, each one calculated to draw out your response. "You feel so good around me" he groaned, his voice rough with pleasure. "So tight and warm. I could stay like this forever." His hands moved to your hips, holding you firmly in place as he continued his rhythmic pace. Each thrust sent waves of pleasure coursing through your body, making you arch and writhe against him. "Ah, Ru-ru" you gasped, your voice strained and pleading. "Please, more. I need more."

Geto's control was hanging by a thread, and your pleading was about to snap it. "God, you're so needy, he grunted, his voice thick with desire. "But I can't deny you anything, can I?" His pace quickened, his movements growing more erratic as he lost himself in the sensations.

His body moved against yours, sweat beading on his forehead as he maintained the new, faster pace. "You feel so good, love" he groaned, his voice ragged and hoarse. "So perfect." His hands roamed over your body, caressing and touching every inch he could reach.

The change in position sent a jolt of pleasure through your body, a gasp escaping your lips. Geto's body pressed firmly against you, his weight pinning you in place, his eyes dark and wild with desire. "Damn" he growled, his voice thick with lust. "You look so good like this."

His body pressed closer, his chest rubbing against yours, his skin hot and slick with sweat. "So beautiful" he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear. "All mine." His hands gripped your wrists, pinning them above your head as he resumed his quickened pace.

The angle of the mating press allowed him to go deeper, his thrusts punctuated by gasps and moans on both sides. "Oh, god" you whimpered, your body arching desperately against his. "Please, don't stop. Don't ever stop." Your voice was strained and pleading, your breath coming in ragged gasps as your body trembled with pleasure.

Geto was beyond words, his body moving on instinct, his only thought was to bring both of you as much pleasure as possible. His grip on your wrists tightened as his pace quickened, each thrust sending waves of pleasure through your body. "You're mine" he growled, his voice low and possessive. "Mine."

The sound of skin slapping skin fill the small tent before Geto flipped you over continuing from bheind"god,yes ahmn yes" you moaned. Geto's body draped over yours from behind, his chest pressing against your back as he continued his relentless pace. "You're so responsive, love" he murmured, his voice rough and strained. "I could listen to you moan all night." His hands roamed over your body, touching and caressing every inch of skin he could reach.

His lips found your shoulder, his teeth nipping and biting at the sensitive flesh as he continued his assault on your body. "You feel so good" "Ah ah ha you're so deep" you shouted as Geto pushed himself deeper " Ah mhn I can take it all,I can take it" you already felt full but you know he was only half in.

Geto's breath hitched at your words, his hands clenching reflexively at your hips. "You're so naughty" he murmured, his voice thick "Always trying to push me to my limit." Despite his words, he couldn't deny you. He pressed himself in deeper, his body shaking with the effort to keep his control. "You sure you can take it?" he grunted, his own breath ragged with pleasure. His body pressed against yours, his chest heaving as he fought to hold back.

"I don't want to hurt you" he warned, his voice rough but filled with concern. His hands moved to your wrists again, pinning them to the ground beside your head. He leaned his weight against you, his body covering yours like a blanket. "Tell me if it's too much" he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear. His thrusts quickened, his movements becoming more erratic as he lost himself in the sensations. "God, you feel perfect" he groaned, his voice strained "So tight and warm."

His body trembled with the effort to hold himself back, but he knew he was losing control. "I'm getting close, love." His fingers dug into your wrists, his grip tight as he continued his relentless pace. "Are you close, love?" he asked, his voice roughened with pleasure. "Are you going to come for me?" His body slammed against yours, his thrusts growing more erratic as he neared the edge. "Come for me, love, he growled, his voice urgent and commanding. "I want to feel you come undone in my arms." His hands left your wrists, moving to your body as he attempted to bring you to your release. His fingers trailed over your skin, teasing and touching everywhere they could reach. "Come on, love" he muttered, his breath hot against your ear. "I know you're close. Let go for me." His lips found your neck, his teeth nipping and biting at the sensitive flesh as he continued his assault on your body. He was barely holding on, his own release nearing as he continued to move against you. "Please, love" he pleaded, his voice strained. "Please, come for me."

You gripped Geto moaning and whimpering "amhn I can't I can't" you tried "I wanna come but I can't" you sobbed.

"You can" he insisted, his voice firm but filled with concern. "You're so close, love. You can do it. Let go for me." His hands roamed over your body, trying to find any spot that would push you over the edge."Just let go" he encouraged, his lips brushing against your ear. "Let yourself go. I've got you. I won't let you fall." His body moved against yours, his thrusts becoming more deliberate and precise.

Then Geto found your weak post making you moan "Ah mhn" you mewled "There" Geto growled, his voice filled with satisfaction as he found the spot that made you whine. "I knew I could get you there." He continued his assault on that spot, his movements becoming more focused.

You grip his shoulders as you moaned and mewled as your spot continued to be assaulted "G.. gonna come" you mewled again your expression lewd as drool dripped drown your mouth.

"That's it, love" Geto encouraged, his voice low and ragged with pleasure. "Let go for me. Come for me. I want to feel you shiver and moan in my arms." His hands roamed over your body, touching and caressing every inch he could reach. You groaned as Geto spread your legs as he continued to trust "aghn,mhn nghn".

Geto's body trembled at the sight of you, his control hanging by a thread. "God, you're so beautiful like this" he grunted his voice strained with pleasure. His thrusts became more desperate and erratic as he neared his own release. "I'm not gonna last much longer, love" he growled, his hands gripping your hips tightly.

His body pressed against yours, his chest rubbing against yours, his skin slick with sweat. "Come on, love" he pleaded, his mouth near your ear. "Come for me. I want to see you fall apart in my arms."

You cried as you camed gripping in Geto shoulders "Ah,ah,ahmn" Geto grunted as he felt your body convulse in pleasure, his own release following closely behind. "Fuck" he groaned, his voice rough and ragged "You're so damn perfect." His body trembled as he rode out his climax, his grip on your hips tight as he shuddered and gasped. "So damn perfect." His lips found yours, his kiss rough and possessive as he poured all his passion and desire into it.

His hands roamed over your body, his touch gentle and possessive as he held you close. "I've got you, love" he murmured, his voice rough and soothing. "I've got you." He slowly collapsed next to you, pulling you into his arms, his body trembling and spent. He held you against his chest, his fingers running through your hair as he tried to catch his breath. "You're so damn reckless and needy" he muttered, his voice filled with a mixture of affection and frustration. "Always pushing me to my limit."

Geto groaned as the voices of the other sorcerers reached his ears. "Damn them and their timing" he muttered, his voice filled with irritation. He reluctantly untangled himself from you and grabbed his clothes, quickly getting dressed.

You whined holding him by his arm clearly needy for cuddles "ru-ru.." Geto's irritation faded at the sound of your whine, his expression softening. He couldn't resist your neediness, and he reluctantly caved in. "Fine" he sighed, his voice filled with mock irritation. "Come here, you needy thing." He pulled you into his arms, holding you close against his chest. "But just a few minutes" he warned, his tone gruff but affectionate. "We can't stay here forever." He pressed a tender kiss to your forehead, his hands rubbing soothing circles on your back. Despite his words, he secretly relished the feeling of you in his arms, your body soft and warm against his. He knew he had a weak spot for your neediness, and he couldn't deny you anything.

"Seems like you two had a productive time while we were gone" Shoko teased, a smirk playing at her lips. Gojo chimed in, his signature grin on his face, "We came back just in time it seems."

Geto rolled his eyes at their words, his arms still wrapped around you protectively. "We were just taking a short break" he grumbled, his voice defensive. Shoko raised an eyebrow skeptically, her smirk growing wider. "A 'short break' huh?" She glanced at the state you were in, clearly noticing your flushed cheeks and messy hair.

"Looks like it was more than just a break" Shoko continued, her tone teasing. Gojo chuckled beside her, his eyes glinting with mischief.

Geto's cheeks flushed slightly, his annoyance at their teasing growing. He tightened his grip on you, pulling you closer to him. "Mind your own business" he muttered, trying to maintain his composure. Shoko and Gojo exchanged amused glances, clearly enjoying getting a rise out of Geto. "Oh, come on, Geto" Gojo taunted. "You can't blame us for being curious. It's not every day we come back from a mission to find you two in a compromising position."

Geto gritted his teeth, but he knew there was no point in denying it. He let out a resigned sigh and muttered, "Fine, you win. We took a small detour. Happy now?" "mhmm i was happy when you fucked me" you cooed still dazed by the lovemaking "i liked it" you purred snuggling on his chest.

Shoko and Gojo burst out laughing at your blunt declaration, clearly entertained by the situation. Geto's face turned bright red, his embarrassment clear as he tried to hide it behind an air of irritation. "God, you're insufferable" he grumbled, his voice rough. "You have no shame, do you?"

He rubbed his hand over his face, trying to hide his flustered expression. "You have no filter at all" he added, shaking his head with a mixture of exasperation and amusement.

Despite his words, he couldn't help the small smile that tugged at the corners of his mouth. Your unfiltered honesty and shamelessness were both endearing and irritating to him, but he couldn't deny that he secretly liked it.

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Warning: this story contains a little bit of angst, mild swearing and usage of a safe coping mechanism (agere). If you don't enjoy stuff like this, please don't read it.

Any hate comments will be removed and blocked!

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(Author's note: This takes place during 'Forever and Ever', one of the most disliked thomas episodes by the community. I am taking this episode and making something new out of it, so please enjoy!)

"So Edward, What do you think?"

Gordon asked, confident that he'd be able to persuade Edward to come back to Tidmouth sheds. It had been a while since Edward left the sheds for Wellsworth (Aka Edward's Station), and the news of Henry moving to Vicarstown left the big blue engine in a frantic state of denial.

He hoped Edward would say 'Yes, i'd love to come back!' or something along the lines of that. It was only what Edward said that made his world come crashing down.

"Thanks for asking Gordon..again. But i'm very happy at Wellsworth!"

That was the final kicker for Gordon. Everything in his life was crumbling down at this point and it finally hit rock bottom. Even if he were to see Edward and Henry occasionally, it just wasn't the same without them at Tidmouth Sheds.

The poor Blue engine began to stammer and plead with the other blue engine, frantically trying to find the words he so desperately tried to grasp. It wasn't until Phillip and Sir Topham Hatt showed up that Gordon really was at a loss for words. He could barely hear the Hatt's scolding until he finally snapped.

"It's not fair!" Gordon Exclaimed. None of them expected such an outburst from such a big engine. His face was flushed red in anger and sadness, tiny tears starting to well up in his eyes.

"First it was you Edward, and now Henry's leaving too! This is the worst thing ever!" He shouted louder than his pumping pistons as he started to back away, trying his hardest to hold back the tears that wanted to break down his face.

Once he was out of sight, Edward looked to the other engines and Sir Topham Hatt. They all wondered what was going on with Gordon. First it was the unneeded temper tantrum and now he was not acting like himself. Edward decided that without a word to even Sir Topham Hatt, he'd head out to find Gordon himself and talk to him.

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Gordon softly sobbed in his birth at Tidmouth sheds, trying his hardest to rid of the tears that stained his face. His conductor was helping by wiping away the tears with his cloth tissue, But Gordon didn't feel any better.

"Don't worry Gordon," Said his conductor, whom tried to give a warm smile to the big engine.

"I'm sure once you talk to Edward, things might not be so bad." Gordon sniffled.

"Nothing will help with how i feel, Everything in my life is being taken away from me!"

the conductor consoled the big engine, before heading back to the cab to find something important.

"I know exactly what you need, Gordon." his conductor said, as be walked back to the engine with a blue pacifier, perfectly matching the big engine's color.

Gordon's face flushed, he was embarrassed to see such an item in his sight. "I don't need that...thing." He uttered, looking away in embarassment.

His conductor sighed.

"Gordon, i've said it many times and i'll say it again. There's no shame in using this if it helps you calm down. Now let's not try to make a fuss about it." Gordon hated to admit, but his conductor was right. And so, without even making a grumble, he lets his conductor gently pop the pacifier into his mouth. At first it felt weird for such an item to be in his mouth, but as he began to suckle, he felt his boiler bubble down slowly. He almost felt peaceful if it wasn't for the sound of a familier whistle from a familiar, old blue engine.

Gordon froze, unsure of what to say. He wanted to rid of the pacifier as quickly as possible, but Edward would possibly question it still. He didn't have time to react when he heard the engine's voice

"Gordon?" Edward called out. No response. He hesitated in that moment to wonder if he should just leave the engine alone, until he saw the conductor step out of the birth and approached Edward. "I came to talk." Edward said softly to Gordon's conductor.

"I think Gordon would like to talk to you too, I think he really needs you right now."

"But i must warn you that He's not..'all there' right now and he'd appreciate if you didn't tell anyone else about this." The conductor finished.

Edward was surprised at the response. What did 'Not all there' even mean? Nevermind, there's no time to question things, Gordon needed someone and it was going to be him. Approaching one of the other births, he slowly entered the birth next to gordon and looked at the upset engine. he slightly gasped when he saw the blue pacifier, which made Gordon look to the side in shame. Edward felt bad for having such a reaction, but who wouldn't be surprised? Gordon, the strongest and most mature engine on the island of sodor, now reduced to a sniveling and sad engine.

"Oh my um...I'm sorry for the reaction Gordon, i'm just surprised you'd use an um... that thing.." Edward muttered, not exactly finding the words to make it sound less hurtful for Gordon.

"Pacifwier." Gordon said, the object muffling his words.

Edward's boiler perked up when he heard Gordon.

"A What? I can't exactly hear you well, Gordon."

Gordon grumbled, spitting the pacifier out in disgust.

"It's a pacifier, god dammit!" He exclaimed, only to regret his words as Edward looked hurt from it.

"I...I'm sorry Edward."

"How long?" Edward asked.

"..What?" Gordon questioned.

"How long has this been going on for you?" He asked once more.

Gordon's face flushed once more, the idea of being an age regressor was a difficult one to explain, and yet he had to explain it in some way for Edward. He sighed, and looked at the other engine.

"Since you left Tidmouth sheds. I just..i just miss you and Henry so much already. I wish you didn't have to leave."

Edward sighed.

"I know change is hard for you Gordon, but it doesn't mean we aren't friends anymore. You'll always be my friend, no matter how far apart we may be." Edward said, giving the other engine a warm and caring smile.

"But..What about the pacifier? and the meltdowns? and the-" Gordon was cut off by Edward audibly shushing him.

"Gordon. Regardless of how you..cope, you'll always be my friend no matter what. Nothing will change that."

Gordon looked down, thinking about what had just been said to him by the slightly smaller blue engine. He sighed, and looked at the engine once more, his eyes still slightly full of tears.

"Thank you, Edward." Was all he could muster out before he began to sniffle and whimper. Edward quietly shushed the engine. If it wasn't for the fact that they both lacked any limbs, he'd be rubbing the bigger engine's back and consoling him.

"It's no trouble at all, Gordon. Just let it all out."

And so, Gordon did. It may have lasted only a few minutes, but it felt like hours for Gordon when he finally calmed down. Edward smiled at the now calmed big engine, and decided that now was the time to make an offer to him.

"Hey, what do you say to this: You can stay in the sheds at wellsworth for the night, and i'll explain everything to sir topham hatt in the morning?"

Gordon smiled, his tears finally running dry.

"Can i also bring my uh...um.."

Edward chuckled.

"Yes, you can bring your Binky with you, If it helps you."

The word 'Binky' wasn't the word Gordon was looking for, but it would work for now. Before the two engines could start their leave for the sheds at Wellsworth, Gordon had to say one more thing.

"Edward?"

"Yes Gordon?"

Gordon Gulped.

"Please don't tell anyone about what you saw tonight. My reputation could be spoiled because of it.." He pleaded.

Edward smiled.

"Of course, Gordon. Your secret's safe with me."

The two engines soon took their turns on the turntable, and both set off for wellsworth, the night sky still full of stars and a bright, shiny moon.

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saerans "i get to be a father ill be a father who'll love his wife" ☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️☹️❤️❤️❤️

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JJK men waking up horny at night

MDNI : 18+, smut, somnophilia, masturbation, p in v, degradation and much more

Contains : Gojo Satoru, Nanami Kento, Toji Fushigiro, Choso Kamo, Ryomen Sukuna (I was throwing up while writing his bitch ass 😾 I still love you Sukuna 😔)

small note : remember! Consent is everything, so let’s say the reader and character made an agreement on not minding if they would wake up to head etc. Not proof read

Gojo Satoru

He often got wet dreams, either waking up to morning wood or- waking up in the middle of the night.

And that’s what happened this time, it’s 3 am and Satoru let out a groan as his eyes opened, his whole face was red, it was so goddamn hot in here. He looked over at your peaceful face, wrapped his hands around you and pulled you closer.

He breathed in your smell, leaving kisses all around your neck and shoulders, slightly grinding his hard cock against your ass.

“Fuck… not letting me rest in my sleep either.” A quiet whine left his mouth, one hand going under his shirt that you were wearing, while the other one pulled your panties to the side, you usually only slept in his shirt and your panties, so he had easy access to your body.

“Baby… I need you…” two of his fingers entered you, he started moving them slowly and scissoring them, you let out a soft moan and clenched your thighs together- but still asleep.

He sped up his pace, taking his own cock into his hand and started stroking it. You let out a louder moan, feeling something tighten inside your stomach.

Suddenly your eyes shot open as your hand instantly went to grab his wrist. “T-Toru!” You cried as he added a third finger.

“M’sorry baby… I was so horny…” he was also close, groaning as he was stroking his cock faster.

“C-Can I put it in? Please please I need to feel you…” You nodded, not able to say anything, the only sounds leaving your mouth being moans of his name.

His fingers left your hole, you whined at the lost sensation but it was immediately replaced with his cock, you gasped at the feeling of being so full. He had your back against his chest. His arms were wrapped around your thighs, holding them up so it was easier for him to slide in.

His thrusts were slow and deep, hitting your cervix every time.

“Toru!! Ah- c-close!” You moaned, your nails were digging into his shoulder as he fastened his pace.

“S-shit… me too baby, me too.” One of his hands left your thigh, letting it lay on the bed, it instead went to your clit.

Your eyes rolled back and your back arched as you came, he wasn’t far behind, a few more strokes and he buried himself deep inside and shot his loads of cum.

As he pulled out you both were a panting mess. He moved your panties back, his hands wrapping around your waist and head hid in your shoulder.

“I’ll clean you up in the morning…”

Nanami Kento

It was rare for him to get wet dreams, it basically never happened, until this night.

He was rock hard and itching to touch you but he didn’t want to wake you up. You came back from work really late and exhausted, it was a hard day for you.

He could just jerk off, but he wanted you so bad. He got onto his knees, making you lay on your back as he pushed your legs apart, slowly pulling your panties off, making sure you won’t wake up.

He grabbed his cock in his hand and started stroking it, imagining it was your hand right now. You were so cute asleep, his beautiful wife.

You probably would tease him for days if you found out what he was doing, he just wanted to quickly get off to your body and go back to sleep.

He leaned down, kissing all over your exposed cleavage and neck, leaving small marks with every kiss, you’ll probably wake up and wonder where’d they come from.

He’ll explain himself tomorrow, right now it wasn’t important. What was is that he’s closer and closer, he started moving his hand faster, shooting out ropes all over your stomach that was exposed due to your shirt being ridden up, following with a muffled moan.

When he calmed down, he grabbed a tissue from the shelf and cleaned the cum off you. Putting your panties back down and laying down next to you, cuddling you.

Toji Fushigiro

He dreamt of you pregnant all over again, your round belly, filled with his child. He knows he has a breeding kink, so it’s obvious that he has gotten hard just from thinking about it.

Megumi wouldn’t mind a little brother, or maybe sister. Fuck, he wanted to get you pregnant again. He knows you’re on that shitty pill- he needs to flush them down the fucking toilet.

But right now all he needed was you. He grabbed your sleeping face and slammed his lips on yours, making you gasp, which allowed his tongue to enter.

“Mhmm- too-ji?” You muffled out barely awake, confused why in the middle of the night your man started furiously attacking your mouth.

“Fuck- feel what you did to me doll, got me all hard even in my sleep, yeah?” You let out another gasp, feeling his hard erection press against your clothed pussy.

Not letting you say anything he ripped your panties and immediately positioned his cock against your entrance.

“T-Toji! What if we wake up Megumi-”

“Then you have to quiet down all these pretty sounds, hm?” And just like that he slammed his dick inside of you. You quickly bit down on your hand, muffling your loud cry.

Not letting you adjust, he continued slamming in and out of you at a quick pace. Tears filled your eyes from the pleasure, trying the best to muffle your loud moans. Your other hand scratched at his back.

He grabbed the hand that was covering your mouth and replaced it with his lips, you could’ve sworn you felt his tongue in your throat, it was a messy kiss- tongues and teeth clashing together. Then he moved down to your neck, leaving marks all over it.

“A-Ah! S-Slo’down- T’muchhh!” Instead of actually slowing down, he only went faster if that was even possible at this point.

“I know you can take it, doll. You always do.” With every thrust you were closer, it was also hard to be quiet with this beast of a man slamming into you at an inhuman pace.

“Toji- close so close!”

“Come on, cum f’me” Your head threw back, not able to contain the loud cry that left your mouth, his pussy clamped down so hard on his cock that he came short after you, letting out a load groan as he filled you up.

“One more round?”

“Toji- wait, AH-”

Choso Kamo

You’re his first ever partner, he’s still not used to all those relationships things. So just imagine his confusion when he woke up at 2 am, his dick rock hard and his body hot.

He looked over to you, sleeping so beautifully, you were asleep and didn’t even do anything- what happened??

He couldn’t go back to sleep, he was too horny. You won’t be mad if he wakes you up, right?

He carefully shook you, calling out your name. After a minute you opened your eyes, mumbling out some incorrect words. When you saw it was Choso who was sitting up, looking all worried you immediately raised yourself up on your hands.

“Love…? What’s wrong?” You asked, his face got red immediately, embarrassed to say what happened.

“I- woke up and my dick was hard, I didn’t know what happened so I woke you up.” You stared at him and let out a soft laugh, sitting up next to him.

“Oh baby, you probably just had a wet dream.” He looked at you confused, still not understanding what that meant.

“A wet dream is when you dream about something sexual.” He let out a quiet ohh, you shook your head smiling.

“Want me to help?” He didn’t move for a while before slowly shaking his head, still embarrassed that he had to wake you up for that. You took his dick in your hands, slowly moving them up and down before lowering your head and leaving kisses all over his cock.

His hand buried itself in your hair as he let out a quiet moan, begging you to not tease him. You complied to his request, taking as much of him as you can in your mouth.

He slightly thrust his hips forward, making the head of his cock hit the back of your throat. “M-m’sorry… had too-“ he whined as your plump lips dragged on his dick, your mouth so warm. The rest that you couldn’t fit in was wrapped around your hand, not being forgotten.

The way you looked up at him, the way that your mouth moved- he was getting closer and you knew it, your movement got faster and he gripped your hair tightly, letting out a moan as he came inside your mouth.

You swallowed it all, giving his head a last kiss before raising yourself up and wiping the corners of your lips with your hand. “You did so good love” he blushed at the praise,

“I’ll repay you tomorrow, okay?”

“Choso, you know you don’t have to-”

“But I want to.”

Ryomen Sukuna

He will not wake you up and admit that he got hard because of a stupid dream, there’s absolutely no way. He won’t ‘jerk off’ either, that would be just low of him.

So he will indeed wake you up but by his cock inside of you. He immediately got to work, ripping your panties off and throwing them somewhere in the room, getting in between your legs as he picked them up and held them against your chest.

He spit down on your pussy, the cold sensation making you shiver in your sleep. He grabbed one of his cocks and positioned it against your entrance, he would use both but getting you prepared for the other one would take too long.

And with a quick thrust he was deep inside of you, filling you up. The sudden intruder immediately woke you up, letting out pleasurable but also painful scream.

“Ngh—! wha-?!” Your eyes darted around the room before laying on the huge frame of Sukuna, who was glaring at you.

“Quiet, brat. This is your fault so now take it.” Your back arched off the mattress as he suddenly started moving, still half asleep not knowing what’s happening.

“Ryo-! Wait! Let me-” before you could finish your sentence a loud moan left your mouth, he did not plan on giving you any mercy with how fast he was ramming inside you.

You yelped as he slapped your ass harshly, “That’s for waking me up, brat.” You wanted to reply to him but you couldn’t form the words, even if you did you knew that would just result in another slap.

He didn’t even bother at pulling out as he picked you up and flipped you onto your stomach like a ragdoll. Continuing with his harsh slams, you felt every vein, with how big he was he was hitting every spot inside your pussy.

His hand grabbed your head and pushed you further into the pillow, making you arch more. He was slamming into you so hard it felt like he was rearranging your guts. The knot in your stomach tightened as you clenched around him.

“Cum, slut.” With his words your hands gripped onto the pillows and with almost a scream-like moan you came so hard you saw stars, but even with your tight pussy clamping around him so hard his thrusts didn’t slow down.

He once again grabbed your body, now picking it up and making you sit on his lap, your back against his chest as he bounced you up and down. You were so fucked out, tears streaming down your cheeks, your tongue out as spit leaked from the corners of your mouth.

“Look at you, so greedy for my cock.” He smirked, pinching your nipple.

“Ryooo— I can’t-” he slapped your ass once again, making you let out a cry, feeling another orgasm coming soon.

“Close already?” He scoffed “Pathetic” you squirmed as his hand went to your clit. One hand on your throat, second on your boobs, third wrapped around your waist making you bounce and fourth on your clit.

“Haa- n-nono-“ you cried as the next orgasm hit you, squirting all around his cock and hand. Leaving you a panting and overstimulated mess.

“What a messy pussy…” he groaned as he slammed you down, cock buried so deep there was a bulge on your stomach as he filled you with his load.

You were sure you would fall down on the bed if he wasn’t holding you up. He pulled his cock out just to fill you again with his second one.

“Did you think we were done, brat?”

[celestialprincesse]

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

When Simon had given you his work address, and the password for the door to get in, you’d scoffed at the thought of needing to use it. You’d grown comfortable in your quiet life, no longer plagued with the urge to run, with the fear of being caught up with. 

You and Charlotte. 

You’d never been able to picture your position now, shaking fingers prodding at the keypad, a crying Charlotte on your hip. So absorbed in your fear, which had struck you the moment you’d returned from Charlotte’s school pickup to see your apartment door open, that you don’t even see the bearded man opening up the door from the inside for you. 

“Everything alright, Miss?” He questions in clear concern, ushering you into the entry hall with blue eyes darting between yourself and your wailing daughter. 

“I’m here - Simon said i could find him here if I needed anything.” You hiccup, not even having noticed the tears ebbing down your cheeks, so consumed by the realisation that you need to get out. Find safety. Find Simon. Maybe even that other man you met once - Mac something.

Too distraught to protest, you allow yourself to be ushered into some sort of reception room, noting the way the older man looks behind you with a vigilant scan before shutting the door. "Is Simon Riley here?" You plead with him again, terrified at the thought of being unable to see your neighbour, having someone to soothe your wailing daughter whilst you yourself calm down.

Before the blue eyed man can get a word out, two other men are barrelling into the reception area, one of them, thankfully, being Simon. You can't help but choke out a relieved sob when he tentatively comes closer, allowing you the chance to deny his approach, which you don't.

"What happened? Can you take some deep breaths for me?"

The entire room seems to pick up into a flurry of activity the minute the other two men in the room, Simon's friend you'd met that one time, and the other man, seem to realise that not only do you and Simon know one another, but also that you and the little tot in your arms are important to him.

Simon quickly ushers you to one of the worn leather couches, although he never forces you to sit, seeing how high strung you are at the current moment, the way you clutch Charlotte to your chest like she'll be ripped from your grasp at any given moment. Meanwhile, MacTavish looks on in concern, checking the car park you'd just come in from, and the other man slowly guides a glass of water into your shaking hand.

"Door was open when I got home." You manage to choke, letting Simon ease your vice grip on your daughter, just enough to hoist her up on his hip, before pulling you into his chest.

"S' okay, yeah? Promise you're in good hands here." He soothes, rocking the three of you from side to side, taking the opportunity to share a look between Price, Soap and himself. "Listen, the boys will go and have a look, okay? Promise they won't touch anything or mess anything up, just make sure everything is okay."

You give a hesitant nod, sniffling into Simon's chest as another taller, leaner man walks into the room, his handsome features immediately twisting into concern at the odd sight.

Over the next few hours, you, Simon, Charlotte and the sweet man you'd come to know as Kyle wait out on base, nervously awaiting the return of Captain Price and Simon's closest friend Johnny.

Admittedly, your situation is terrifying, and you're still not quite sure where to go from here, but at least you're in good hands. Four pairs of them.

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

[kenntolog]

𝝑𝝔 an: so i got like 3 requests ab jealous cool bf sukuna x loser gf dynamic but i won’t be able to tag em since you know they were sadly anonymous. i decided to combine them into 1 fic hehe, hope you guys like it!! read more about cool bf sukuna x loser gf reader here!!

cool boyfriend sukuna doesn’t get jealous, alright? he is not insecure or anything like that, he trusts you and you trust him so it doesn’t matter to him if someone tries to woo you or something. but you can be a little dense sometimes since you haven’t experienced a lot of the things people usually do in their teens.

still, he likes to think that you’d be smart enough to reject anyone who tries to make their advances toward you, albeit he is sure if you do it will be in a very polite and a sweet way, much to his dismay. but it’s just the way you are and sukuna loves his loser girlfriend.

but he doesn’t know what’s going on through your mind when this happens;

“do you wanna maybe go out tomorrow?” some guy from your class asks you, a nervous smile as he awaits your answer. you continue collecting your things into your bag and look up at him with a small smile, naively thinking he wants to study or talk about your shared classes.

“sure!” you chirp and then briefly glance at the door of the room only to find your boyfriend standing there, hands in his pockets and a deep frown on his face as he stares at you two.

the guy in front of you almost jumps in excitement from your answer, stuttering out that he will text you later and leaving the room.

“what did that nerd want?” sukuna asks you as soon as you exit the class, his arm taking it’s usual spot on your shoulders.

“oh, nothing much, just asked if i wanna go out tomorrow.”

at that, sukuna’s steps come to a halt as he squints at you with a confused look. “and you said..?”

“i said ‘sure’.”

he exhales deeply before hits the back of your head with a disgusted look on his face, ignoring the way you stare at him in bewilderment, hands flying to rub the spot. but he doesn’t give you time to process anything, tugging you into one of the empty classes and locking the door.

“sit.” sukuna orders, leaving no room for complaint as he lifts you up to sit on one of the desk, planting his hands beside your thighs on the surface as he breathes heavily.

“‘kuna..?” you ask, unsure if you should even say anything while he’s angry at you.

“are you dumb?”

you pout, brows pinching together as you look up at him in genuine confusion, “why?”

“the dipshit asked you out and you said ‘sure’?”

“we were just talking about the lecture so i thought he wanted to study together.” you look down at your lap, fingers fiddling with the hem of your shirt nervously. “i didn’t realise he meant it like that.”

as mad as sukuna is, he can’t resist that sad little pout on your face; the way your eyes get all wide and bottom lips juts out defensively, cheeks puffing a little. and he is sure you’re not lying to him because he knows you.

he moves away from you, taking a deep breath to collect his thoughts and calm down.

“are you mad at me, ryo?” you ask innocently, hand instinctively finding his to tug at his fingers so he doesn’t move too far, although a bit unsurely. “‘m sorry.”

“i’m not mad.” sukuna intertwines your fingers, pulling you into himself gently. his other hand suddenly finds your face, squishing your cheeks together roughly as he shakes your head from side to side with a sinister smirk. “pull shit like that again and i’ll kill ya.”

“ow, ow— sukuna!” you whine, trying to peel his hand of your face, but he doesn’t let go until he kisses your plumped lips a couple of times. “you’re so jealous!”

that wipes the smirk off his face very quickly.

“i’m not, loser.”

you poke his cheek with a bright beam on your lips, “you are, heh.”

“gettin’ cocky, aren’t you?” he pushes your face away with his palm and steps away from you, leaving you to trail after himself with small giggles escaping you.

suddenly sukuna smirks, his arm around your shoulders tightening it’s hold, “i’ll still beat the shit out of him tho.”

“sukuna, no!”

[norrisleclercf1]

Gone

Pairing: Mafia!Max x Wife!Reader

Rating: PG-17

Words: 1.3K

Warnings: Kidnapping, major angst, Mad!Max etc.

Requested: Yes/No

A/N: Soooo I chanaged the request and I apologize for that as I barely changed request but I felt like the children being taken would've fit better. Hope you love it!

Standing outside the school, you hold your little bump, smiling as you wait for the twins to come running out into your arms. You still can't believe you're wearing heels, but they help you see over some of the other parents, able to see all the babies come running.

Your guards stand on either side, your outfit perfect for the weather, a little blue dress that is flexible with your growing stomach. You see your twin's teacher and wave, wondering where your 5-year-old boys are. "Oh, Mrs. Verstappen, did one of the boys leave something?" Your guard's heads move around the yard quickly, trying to find the boys. "What do you mean, leave something?" You try to clamp down the panic. Maybe they had already rushed out of the building, and you didn't see them, and they're trying to find you.

"Two of your guards came to get them; they left about two hours ago." Taking a deep breath, you feel your world shift hearing that. "No, none of my guards came to get the boys." The teacher's eyes go wide, and you let out a little chuckle. "No, no, they must still be here. FABIAN! CASPER!" Your scream breaks across the yard, parents and children all looking at you as the guards rush around looking for the twins.

"Mrs. Verstappen," The teacher tries to touch you, but you back up, putting a protective arm around your stomach. "No! WHERE ARE MY SONS!"

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Max has never moved so fast in his life, breaking every traffic law, as three huge black SUVs tried to keep up with him, but there was no point. He was driving far too fast for them to keep up. Pulling up to the school, he slams the car in park as hoards of police move around. Getting out of the car, he first clocks your sobs.

"Schat!" Max screams and shoves past the police, crumpling to his knees and holding you close. "Where are my babies? Where are they!" You sob, sitting on one of the benches. Max has you close, trying to keep his anger in check, needing to be there for you.

"Baby, sweet angel, you must calm down. You might hurt the baby. Take deep breaths, please, for me." Max begs, his eyes wide and wild; you nod, trying to calm down as Max's men finally arrive and rush into the school. The police know better than to get in the way.

Taking deep breaths, you shake, Max kissing your hands and all over your face. "We'll find them, I promise to you. I won't come home without our sons," he promises, kissing your wedding ring. Maxie, it's almost time for dinner. They're going to be hungry, tired, and scared." You sob again, Max growling, pulling you into his arms.

"Sir! We found something!" Max turns their head, seeing his men as people still run around and searching the area. "I'll be back, I promise. Take my wife home, now," He snaps, the men nodding as you sob harder, holding one of the twin's jackets. Max stares at the small article of clothing and feels his heart stop. His boys, his soul, and his babies have been taken, and he doesn't know by whom. Or who would be stupid enough to do it?

Throwing the school door open, he breaks the window and splits the wood as he stalks into the office. "There," They point at the computer showing the screen as the two boys walk with the two men, Max noticing the tattoos on their hands. "Goddammit! How the fuck, did you miss having two of our ENEMIES HERE!" Grabbing anything he can reach, he throws it, watching as it shatters to the floor and breathes heavily.

"Find my sons, or else people will start losing their heads. FIND ME BOYS NOW!" Max roars, the men scattering like bugs as he breathes heavily, staring at the frozen image of Fabby laughing while Casper looks scared. "Cassie, Fabby, I'm coming, I swear," Max whispers.

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"Fabby, I'm scared. said Daddy and Mommy here." Casper whimpers as Fabian moves closer to his baby brother, ensuring he is safe. "Don't worry, Daddy come." Fabian knew this wasn't right, and Casper was far more scared and gentler than him. Fabian holds his brother closer, and Casper starts to cry as they sit in the small, cramped, dark room. "Okay, Cassie, okay," Fabian whispers.

They both jump, screaming as they hear loud explosions and screams in Dutch and another random language. "Where. Are. My. Children?" Casper perks up, hearing their daddy's voice. "DADDY!"

Max rips his head to the side and feels his blood run cold, seeing they are inside a box. Running over, he trips as he rips the lead off with his bare hands, blood everywhere, as he looks down at his babies. "Cassie, Fabby," He whispers, and Fabian and Casper look up at him.

"Daddy, uppie!" Cassie whispers, holding his arms out; Max throws his gun away and grabs the boys, lifting them out and holding them close to his chest. Sliding down, he starts to cry, having been so terrified. "Daddy, I stayed strong for Cassie," Fabian whispers, his bottom lip jutting. Max sniffles, crying as he covers Fabby in kisses as Casper, sweet little Cassie, finally being safe, sleeps in his father's arms.

"You're so brave, my strong little cub." Max sobs and Fabian finally starts to cry. "Daddy, home." Max nods, standing on shaking legs, running on pure terror and adrenaline.

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"Casper! Fabian!" You cry as Max enters the house holding the boys. "Mommy! Hungry!" Caspian laughs, and you sob, seeing they are okay as Max sits them down. They come running into your arms. "Are you and the baby okay?" Max whispers, sitting on the floor with you as the boys cuddle into your arms. We're okay now." Max nods and pulls you three into his arms.

You don't ask him about the tear stains, nor do you question the blood all over him either. "They're not going back to that school," Max makes a face, and you sigh as Casper and Fabby start to fight. "Yeah, it might've burned down," You can't help the wet chuckle that leaves your throat as you cuddle closer to your husband. Max sighs, "We need to go to bed," Max whispers, taking Casper, who giggles and snuggles into Max while Fabian gets sleepy in your hold. 

Nodding, you take the boys to the bathroom, running a bath as the house crawls with guards. "We're never leaving them," You whimper as you help them undress. Max nods. He'd been scared before, but this terror he felt when he got the phone call stopped his world. Max couldn't breathe; he was terrified in a way he never wanted to feel again. The boys giggle and play in the bath as you stare at his hands. "They're fine, just some cuts." He explains, and you grab his hands, kissing them gently. 

"Thank you, thank you for bringing our boys home." Max looks down and pulls you into his chest. "I'll always bring them home," Caspier yawns loudly, and you smile, both of you picking a twin up and getting them dressed in their favorite PJs. "Want to sleep with Mommy and Daddy?" Max asks; even if they said no, he wasn't going to allow it; he couldn't let them out his sight, terrified he'd wake up, and they'd still be gone. 

"Yes!" They both giggle, and Max gently tosses them onto the bed as you climb in, wearing one of his shirts, Max. He undresses and cleans himself up as he stops and stares at Fabby curled on your chest practically, sleeping, and Cassie is sitting up, trying his hardest to stay awake. "Cuddles, Daddy." Max smiles softly, climbs into the bed, and pulls Cassie, you, and Fabian close, kissing each of you. Max takes a deep breath and sighs, closing his eyes as he listens to the soft breathing of his babies. 

They were okay. 

[vroomvro0mferrari]

LN4 | Win & Woo

Summary: Congratulating Lando after his first race win is a lot more difficult than you expected. When you finally get the chance to, he reacts differently than you anticipated.

Lando Norris x best friend!Reader

WC: 3.1K

Warnings: Cursing, making out

Masterlist

You’re watching from the garage as Lando drives around the track. You keep your eyes on the screen in front of you as you bite your nails. You don’t think you’ve ever been this nervous before. Lando has been leading the race for over twenty laps now, and it’s only a few more until he wins – his first win. Your heart is beating out of your chest as your eyes are locked on Max’s gap to Lando, not even paying attention to everything else that’s happening on track. You’re grinning widely, barely keeping in your excitement, when you see the number get larger at every glance. You’re trying to calm yourself down, to not get too excited too early because you know from earlier experiences that everything can go wrong in one split second, even on the last laps, but there’s no rain today.

You hear the commentators speaking in the background as you stare at the TV. Every time they say something about how this might be Lando’s first win, your heart skips a beat, mentally scolding them not to jinx this wonderful opportunity. Your focused gaze on the screen doesn’t falter as Lando starts his last lap. No matter what happens around you, your eyes are pointed that way. You’re fumbling with your fingers and nibbling on your lip anxiously as you watch Lando turn through the last corners, a smile slowly making its way on your face.

Next thing you know, you’re screaming, jumping and cheering as Lando crosses the checkered flag first. You’re smiling so big that your cheeks hurt as you hug Max and cheer with the team. You quickly congratulate the team before rushing to the parc fermé, hoping to congratulate Lando before he’s whisked away for the podium. 

It’s busy – what else did you expect? You can barely work your way through the crowd, but you try anyway, pushing people aside to see your best friend. You can’t see him yet, but you hear the cheers of people as he appears on the big screens nearby. You watch how he’s congratulated by his competitors, as Fernando and Carlos come over to hug him and how Lando takes a sprint to the team awaiting him. He’s got a big smile on his face, a blissed-out look, when he jumps over the fence into the team who’s ready to catch him. 

You’re close enough to see him on top of the crowd of orange, but he can’t see you. That doesn’t mean he’s not trying to, tough. The second he got out of the car, he was searching for you, and that’s what he does as soon as he’s got both his feet on the ground again. But before he can properly look around, Zak has found him, and then Andrea, and in no time he’s led away from where you’re standing. It’s useless for you to fight your way to the front when he’s already gone. So you change your course, quickly move back, and rush to the podium.

You search your way through the seemingly maze-like paddock as you hurry to make it to the podium in time. You can hear the drivers talk about their race over the speakers that are everywhere while you walk and you can hear Lando laughing in the background, but you don’t let it distract you; you’re on a mission. 

When you get to the podium, you’re once again pushing through the crowd in search of a place in front, somewhere Lando can see you. Thankfully, Zak spots you and helps you out, pulling you to stand in front of him where Lando’ll be able to find you. Although Lando hasn’t told him, Zak has caught wind of his secret crush and knows that he’ll probably be searching for you in the crowd of orange.

You cheer and clap politely when Charles and Max walk to their respective podium steps, but you watch with tears in your eyes and pride welling up inside you when Lando runs onto the stage. You clap and cheer as loudly as you can, staring up at him on the highest step. You can see his eyes flitting around in search of you while he pumps his fist through the air. His face lights up with happiness as soon as he finally spots you in the crowd. He winks with a big grin, and your smile grows even more in response. You can’t feel anything but delight at his achievement – the goal he’d been trying to reach ever since he stepped foot into his first kart, his life-long dream. The tears of joy are rolling down your face; you’ve never been so proud. 

He smiles at you from his spot that’s much too far away and sticks up his thumb as if he’s asking you if you’re okay. You laugh at the motion and nod your head. Of course, you’re okay, you’re more than okay, you’re elated.

You admire Lando in his essence. He looks so pretty up there, face turned towards the sun with his eyes closed, soaking in his victory. He wipes under his eyes, and while some might question whether it's sweat or tears he’s wiping away, you know it’s the latter.

You cheer when the anthem ends, and then again when he throws the trophy up, nearly gasping in shock when you see it flying through the air. It would be such a Lando thing to break his first P1 trophy, but he catches it in time and places it securely on the ground, although it’s not necessarily safe there either.

You can’t seem to take your eyes off him, not when Andrea’s handed his trophy, or when Max gets his. And when Charles receives his prize, your gaze is still focused on Lando. But then again, he’s staring at you too. Your eye contact is so intense that Lando doesn’t see the champagne coming. Absolutely shocked at the cold beverage that’s sprayed on his face. And even if he had seen it coming, he would’ve had no time to react to how fast Max and Charles were targeting him.

He’s wiping his face, this time not because of tears (or sweat), but to get the slightly burning alcohol out of his eyes. His hands are slippery when he shakes the big bottle of champagne before slamming it. He can’t see that well right now, but that doesn’t mean he can’t aim well. He grins when he hears you squeak at the cold fluid, even though he doesn’t see your reaction with his head turned away.

Your eyes follow Lando’s every move as he wipes the champagne from his face and takes a sip before spraying the bottle again. You can’t help but admire him like this. He looks so happy up there, smiling in joy while he and his colleagues cover each other in champagne. His beaming smile and damp hair, which is curling more than ever, make him look so beautiful, too. You know you shouldn’t be thinking like this – he’s your best friend, but you can’t help it when he looks so pretty up there.

After he has his picture taken, he makes eye contact with you again. He nods his face towards the side, eyebrows raised, silently asking you to meet up with him and you nod in response. Quickly leaving the podium and making your way to the motorhome, you feel Lando’s eyes pricking your back. He feels so lucky, so incredibly lucky, to have you here with him. He can’t believe that you chose to fly out here for him, that you care about him so much that you’d fly around the world just to watch him work. He’s overjoyed to have you here with him to celebrate his first Formula 1 win; to have his best friends here, although he secretly wishes you were more than that.

Lando finishes his duties as quickly as possible, rushing through all the polite talks with the team members, celebrities and competitors so he can go to you. He gets antsier every time someone stops him on his way to his driver’s room, and when Zak stops him to have an extensive talk about his amazing performance, and how much he deserved it, he’s had enough.

“Sorry, Zak, but can we do this later? Y/N’s waiting in my driver’s room and I really want to celebrate with her right now. I haven’t been able to talk to her yet, and-”

Zak grins while Lando rants. He knows there’s more than friendship between you and Lando, and Lando’s current behaviour is only proving him right. 

“Of course, Lan. Enjoy the moment!” He says grinning, patting Lando on the back before pushing him in the right direction.

Lando thanks him before rushing off. Now that he’s finally out of the grasp of the needy people at the podium, he’s basically running through the paddock to get to you as quickly as possible. Completely overheating from the Miami sun, he unzips his race suit before entering the garage. He shakes hands with the team members he comes across, accepting their congratulations with a hasty smile, and hugs Oscar when he runs into him but doesn’t pay them much attention otherwise.

Lando doesn’t even take a moment to calm his mind before rushing into his driver’s room. You squeal in surprise when the door smashes into the wall, and Lando lifts you up into the air before you can catch a look at him. He squeezes you tightly to him as he twirls the both of you, your arms wrapped around his neck so you don’t fall.

You giggle at the feeling of his face pressed into your neck as he slowly settles you onto the floor. Not wanting to let go of Lando yet, you slide one hand over his back as the other combs through his hair while you stay close. The champagne covering his curls makes your hand sticky, but you can’t find it in yourself to care. You can smell the sweet alcohol on him as he leans his head on your shoulder and sighs.

The big smile on your face refuses to fade as you whisper, “You won”. You can feel Lando’s cheeks pressing against your shoulder as a smile takes place on his face. Running a hand through his hair once more, you feel the happy tears rolling down your face again. You move your hands away from Lando so you can wipe your face as you sniffle. Lando’s head lifts as soon as he feels the weight of your hands disappear. Holding your waist and gazing into your eyes, he asks, “Are you crying?” with a teasing smile on his face.

You punch his shoulder and roll your eyes, “Shut up!” 

You wipe under your eyes again before sighing, “I’m just so proud of you,” you say, arms hanging limply at your sides.

Lando stares at you intensely, his silly smile still on his face. His gaze is so penetrating that you nearly feel the need to look away. Lando is oblivious to how piercing his eye contact is, only focused on the thoughts that are racing through his mind. No person would cry at the achievements of their best friend, right? Max wouldn’t be crying right now, that’s for sure. Does that mean that maybe you see him as more than a friend? He certainly hopes so. Lando can feel the adrenaline running through his body as he looks at you, it’s pushing him to do things he’s not sure will work out well. He doesn’t want to ruin your friendship, but he wants to kiss you more.

Lando smiles at you, wiping your cheeks clean while he watches you. His hand rests on the side of your face while the other slides down to your hip, where he pulls you in close. He banishes all the thoughts from his head and kisses you with full conviction, with no hesitation (or thoughts) in his brain as he lets his body take over.

His lips move against yours aggressively while his hands grapple to pull you closer. He grips your hip tightly and uses it as leverage to press your body against his while his other hand moves from your cheek to the back of your head, tangling his fingers in your hair. The feeling is heavenly, something he has wanted to feel for so long. It feels so right to kiss you, and to feel your body against his.

He’s completely lost in his passion and adoration for you as he kisses you. Meanwhile, you’re in shock. You didn’t expect Lando to kiss you, especially not as fervently as he did. Your surprise left you frozen, completely unmoving, apart from Lando’s hands pulling you nearer. The firmness of your body doesn’t mean the kiss is unwanted, though. In fact, you’re just about to pull Lando closer when he realises your unresponsiveness. His mind switches back on and races faster than his car a moment ago. Fuck – you don’t want this. You’re too polite to stop him, but you don’t want this. He just screwed everything up. Once it dawns on him, he pushes you away so fast you think you’ll have a whiplash.

Your hands are still up in the air where they were about to touch Lando’s chest as you stare at him in shock. He runs his hands across his face in frustration at his fuck-up as he avoids your gaze. He turns away from you, so you can only see his back, his very muscled back, as he sighs and mumbles to himself.

He turns around to face you. You can see the guilt in his eyes when he tries to explain, “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that” 

You stay quiet as you process Lando’s confession. Why is he apologising? 

He sighs once more at your silence, running his hand over his face, again. He looks up at you through his lashes but doesn’t say anything. You’re about to respond when he continues, “No, fuck it. I’m not sorry. I love you.”

“Lando,” you tell him, breathlessly. You step closer to him and smooth your hands over his shoulders and towards his chest, “kiss me?”

You don’t have to say that twice. Lando grabs your waist as his lips meet yours in another rough kiss while your hands shoot up to hold his face. He pushes you up against the door as he nibbles on your lip. You moan softly at the feeling of Lando’s body against you, and he takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth. You can taste the champagne on his tongue when you kiss him back just as passionately.

Your hands find their respective place in Lando’s hair again and you pull on the curls softly, earning a quiet groan in reward. The sound gets you hot, and it doesn’t help when Lando lets his hands wander over your body. He squeezes your ass gently before hoisting you up and you immediately wrap your legs around him in reflex.

Lando leaves you panting when he moves his kisses from your mouth to your jaw. He manages to pull another moan from you when he sucks on the skin behind your ear. Softly biting before soothingly licking the soft skin, most definitely leaving a mark behind. But that’s exactly his goal, his plan even, as he sucks love bites along your neck. And as much as you love the feeling and don’t want to think about anything but Lando in this moment, the thoughts of leaving the paddock later with the race winner, and the amount of paparazzi that’ll want a picture of him, penetrate your mind. So, you push Lando away from your skin.

“Lan,” you gasp, “we should stop.”

It takes a few seconds for Lando to get his mind back into the right headspace, a headspace in which not every thought is obsessed with you. He stares at you with hazy eyes, and you stare back. Dear God, it’s hard not to kiss him again when he looks like this, with his hair wet from the champagne and messy from your hands and his lips swollen and red from your heated kiss. You nearly let out another moan at the sight, but bite your lip to prevent it.

“Baby, don’t bite your lip if you don’t want me to kiss you,” Lando says hoarsely.

“Sorry.”

You’re both panting while you stare at each other. Neither of you is sure how to continue now. Lando admitted he loves you, should you say it back now? You do love him, but maybe you should wait until he says something. Does this mean you’re dating now? Is he your boyfriend, or do you have to ask first? It’s so unnecessarily confusing and complicated.

“I love you,” you finally admit.

Lando smiles at the confession, “You do, huh?” He says cockily. 

You punch his shoulder again, “Don’t look at me like that.”

“Like what?”

“Like… I don’t know. You’re all smug about it, but you said you loved me first, so I win.”

He laughs at your response, “Sure baby, you win.”

You smile at him, “So, does this mean you’re my boyfriend now?”

Lando has a big grin on his face now while he stares at you adoringly, “Yes, if you want me to be,” he says sweetly.

“I want you to be,” you murmur, fiddling with the strands of hair that are falling into his face.

“Good, because I want you to be my girlfriend,” he responds, pulling your chin up.

You smile a big grin at his admission. 

“So, now that that’s settled, can I kiss my girlfriend?” Lando asks with a cheeky smile, to which you merely nod in response.

Lando pulls you closer by your chin, gently placing his lips back on yours. This time, you can feel him smile against your lips while he kisses you softly and lovingly. Nevertheless, the kiss is passionate and lustful. How could it be anything other than that when this was the best day of his life. He just won his first Formula 1 race and got the girl. There's absolutely nothing that could ruin this perfect day, he's sure of it.

[cheesecakethots]

geto having a cute little non-sorcerer wife that he swears he hates.

he only marries you for your father’s riches, and so when you arrive on his doorstep he leaves the maids to tell you where you’ll be staying; the room furthest from his own.

you’ve been instructed not to so much as look at him, but he finds that he hardly sees you, anyway. you’re more like a ghost that haunts the manor than his wife.

most of the time he’ll happen to pass you sat alone in the garden, dressed in pretty kimonos that have most definitely been suited to his tastes. he hardly speaks to you, the only time he has was when the two of you had accidentally bumped into each other when turning a corner.

“watch it, monkey,” he had hissed, before continuing on with his day. he later found himself thinking on the nervous expression and faint embarrassed blush that had adorned your face. he had been tempted to smash his head against the wall to rid himself of the memory, as it plagued him the entire evening.

your father starts visiting and he has the basic decency to at least pretend as though he loves you. it results in awkward proximity and unloving kisses to your forehead, at least until your father leaves.

for some time, geto’s not entirely sure as to why you play along. you could go to your father and ask to leave this loveless marriage, could you not? then it dawns on him; your father doesn’t care, and you already know that. geto doesn’t like how a tiny part of his chest aches when he thinks too hard about that fact.

it’s not as though he leaves you locked up in some basement, withering away. you’re allowed to explore most of the manor, most of your needs can be met by asking the maids and very rarely he will permit you to visit the nearby town marketplace with some guards.

he starts seeing you more. he’ll sometimes find himself out in the garden, pretending that he has any business outside other than to keep an eye on you. he’ll never admit it, but it can sometimes calm him down, just watching you go about your day. to him it’s like watching a pet trot about, not realising their owner is watching with keen eyes. you’re still just a useless monkey, of course.

one day he discovers you crying in the garden you love so much. he’s never seen you cry before, hell, he’s hardly seen any emotions on you.

“what happened?” he finds himself asking before he can stop. you jump in your seat, not having expected him to be beside you.

“nothing, really,” you say, your voice still shaky and your hand wiping away at drying tears, “i’m sorry to have bothered you.”

he frowns, his patience quickly wearing thin. “tell me, now. what happened?”

you sigh, and some part of him can’t help but note how pretty your eyes look, despite the redness around them. he pushes the thought out before it can properly settle.

“my father sent me a letter,” you confess. “he’s… not happy with me.”

he steps closer to you. “why?”

you hesitate, your mouth opening and closing, but the expression he wears has you telling the truth.

“he wishes that i was pregnant with your child. i have told him that i am not, and never will be, and he… well, he’s not happy.”

suguru raises an eyebrow. “never will be… ?”

you blush, looking to the floor. “i know that you hate me. it may be easier for you to have a child with another.”

he scoffs.

“i don’t-“ geto pauses himself. “do you really think i’m the type of man to have a bastard with some whore?”

“w-well, no, but-“

“do you wish to stay married to me?”

you gulp. “no. i don’t.”

he pauses for a moment, seemingly considering something.

“if you give me a child, i’ll allow you to leave. you’ll still be married to me in name, but you won’t have to stay here, and you won’t be tethered to your father.”

your jaw drops for a moment, and then you collect yourself. “will i be able to see the child after i give birth?”

“sometimes,” he tells you. in reality, he doubt he’d ever let you near them, but you don’t need to know that.

“… okay.”

he finds it harder to convince himself that he hates everything about you when he has you beneath him, your ankles on his broad shoulders and your hands pressing against his back. he can’t help but fuck you even faster when hearing you whine and mewl. he wants to lick the expression you have off of your face, but refuses to indulge in the idea.

“su-su-suguru!” you cry. he stills inside you for just a moment. it’s the first time he’s ever heard you say his name. he was beginning to think you had forgotten it.

he grabs onto your wrists with one hand, pressing them above your head and manhandling you into another position, one in which he can somehow go even deeper than before.

he chuckles, low and raspy, “stupid fucking monkey…”

he’s starting to wonder if maybe he needs two kids. maybe four? hm. maybe you do have your usefulness. maybe he shouldn’t let you go, after all.

[justauthoring]

jerk [2].

because bakugou katsuki is a jerk but he's also unfortunately your soulmate.

a/n: the LARGELY requested part two! honestly, i'd be willing to write more parts if people wanted :) this part ended up being more about the girls and y/ns friendship but i couldn't help myself - if you guys want some fluff with bakugou for future parts, just let me know!

pairing: bakugou katsuki x f!reader

part one.

“You’re hiding something from us.”

There’s a beat of silence, then another, then another and when finally, you realize you should say something, you blink, sputtering out a barely believable; “no i’m not.”

Mina and Jirou glance at each other, then behind them at the rest of the girls, and you feel a layer of sweat build up when you realize all of your female classmates are here, surrounding you, demanding an answer. And you’ve never really been all that good at lying before, it’s how Bakugou was able to figure out the whole “i’m your soulmate thing” rather quickly and it had only taken him as long as it had because, well, it was Bakugou.

So, to put it bluntly, you’re screwed.

“Come on, Y/N,” Mina laughs, “that wasn’t even remotely believable.”

You know it’s written across your face, your eyes wide and your lips parted and you’re sure you look like quite the picture in that moment surrounded by every single female student in your class, a group of girls you considered your friends but were feeling considerably more like your interrogators in that moment. 

But you have to at least try.

“I’m not hiding anything,” you repeat, this time taking special care to make sure your voice is even and somewhat believable. “I’m just… tired. It’s been throwing my balance off. Sorry guys.”

You really are because you have been weird recently and you were hiding things (even if you were desperate for them not to know that) so the sincerity was there and it seems to be enough because they all glance at each other, frowning, and you can literally see the determination fade as Momo speaks up first.

“You have been leaving to train a lot,” she agrees with a solemn nod. “It’s no wonder you’re so tired. But you should still try to get some rest, don’t push yourself so hard.”

You let out a breath of relief, trying not to let it show as some of the girls shuffle back to walk away, until—

“Wait, that reminds me!”

It’s Jirou who calls it out and you feel yourself freeze.

“She hasn’t been training!”

Eyes widening, you turn to look at Jirou. She’s grinning your way, her figure pointed in your direction, clearly pleased she’d caught you in your lie.

“Jirou,” Uraraka calls out, confused. “What are you–”

“Two nights ago when she left to go training, I followed her, thinking we could train together… she wasn’t there.”

They gasp. Literally gasp.

“Now that you mention it,” Froppy nods, finger held to her chin in thought. “I haven’t actually seen her in the gym very often… nor does she look particularly like a person who’s just trained when she comes back.”

Their eyes fall on you and you take a step back.

“Y/N—”

And then you just run.

-

“I can’t believe she just ran!”

“I know!”

“Guys, I’m sure she had her reasons.”

“Who?”

Mina’s lips are left parted at the sound of Kirishima’s voice, all the girls turning to face him in the living room where he’s sat with the rest of the class.

“Y/N,” Mina explains with a huff, falling into the couch dramatically. “She’s been ditching us constantly and always leaving right after we return from class with some excuse. When we tried to ask her about it today, she lied and then when we caught on to her lie, she ran! Literally just bolting down the hallway before we could even blink.”

Kirishima frowns, glancing over to Denki on his left.

“That doesn’t sound like Y/N,” Deku calls out from across the room, head tilted in curiosity. “Especially to lie to you guys.”

“I know!” Mina calls out, throwing her hands up in exasperation. 

“Like I said,” Uraraka speaks up, trying to remain calm. “I’m sure she has her reasons. Maybe something’s wrong…”

“You think she could be in danger?” Shoto asks, quirking a brow. 

Uraraka shrugs; “I don’t know… I hope not.”

Everyone falls silent, worried expressions plastered on their faces.

“Wait, Kirishima… bro.” Denki calls, reaching to shake Kirishima aggressively, to which the red-haired boy swats his hands away, shaking his head.

“What?”

“Hasn’t Bakubro been disappearing a lot too?”

All the girls straighten out.

Kirishima just shakes his head; “Bakugou is always disappearing. You know he doesn’t like hanging with us a lot.”

“No, Denki’s right,” Sero nods, “even if he isn’t hanging with us, he’s usually in his room or in the gym. Recently, he just completely disappears.”

“I guess you’re right…” Kirishima frowns.

“Wait,” Jirou calls out, “what are you saying? That Bakugou is disappearing with Y/N?”

“That’s crazy,” Mina brushes off. “I’ve never even seen the two talk to each other unless they’re forced to–wait.”

Everyone's eyes snap to hers, wide.

“What?”

“You don’t think… no. It’s not possible.”

“Oh my god,” Denki cries out suddenly, leaning forward with a manic look in his eyes. “Bakubro is hurting Y/N!”

“Wait–”

“No way!” Kirishima calls out, turning to Denki. “Bakugou is a lot of things, but he would never hurt somebody intentionally. Especially not a girl. That’s not manly. Right, Midoriya?”

“Right,” Deku nods confidently, before pausing; “I think?”

“Hey!”

“Guys, no!” Mina cuts in, shaking her hands widely before her. “That’s not what I meant.”

“Okay…” Momo nods, “then what?”

She leans in, pausing for dramatic effect. “He could be… her soulmate!”

There’s silence, then, “no way.”

Mina’s face falls; “why not?”

“Bakugou? Having a soulmate?” Jirou snorts, “I doubt that.”

“Everybody has one!”

“Okay, the odds of him actually caring about his soulmate are slim to none,” Froppy offers in response.

“Yeah,” Deku nods, “I've never once seen Kacchan show interest in his soulmate like… ever.”

Kirishima shakes his head; “even I have to admit that’s so not manly.”

Everyone shuffles around agreements but Mina is quick to argue; “have any of you guys ever seen Bakugou’s soulmate mark?” Slowly, one by one, all glancing at each other, the guys shake their heads. Mina then turns to the girls. “Okay, have any of you ever seen Y/N’s? Cause she’s never shown or told me.”

The girls all shake their heads.

“So how can you really know?” Mina raises a brow, “I mean, Y/N is always so secretive about her mark. She refuses to tell me.”

-

“Bakugou, we have—”

“Katsuki.”

Coming to a sharp halt, lips left parted, you blink up at Bakugou.

With a grin, Bakugou gently shuts your mouth with a hand to your jaw, laughing lightly; “say Katsuki. That’s my name.”

You can feel your cheeks warm, profusely, and a burst of heat flood through you as you pull yourself from his touch, avoiding his gaze. “Katsuki,” you oblige with a huff and a pout. “We have a problem.”

“Yes?” Bakugou asks, raising a brow your way as he lowers the weight’s he’d been lifting.

“The girls are onto us!”

Bakugou just stares down at you. “What does that mean?”

Exasperated at his obliviousness, you huff, stretching your hands out before you for emphasis as you stare up at him, wide-eyed. “They know I’ve been disappearing after class a lot. I tried to tell them I was training, which I guess we usually are but Jirou caught on to that being a lie too and now they’re onto us!”

Bakugou just blinks. “But what do you mean onto us?”

You let out a cry; “Katsuki! They’re gonna know we’re soulmates!”

“So?”

Pressing a hand to your face, you can’t believe your situation. Not only were the girls onto you, they knew you were lying, which made you feel awful and if they found out that you’d been spending all your time with Bakugou… well that was bound to bring up more questions. Questions you wouldn’t be able to avoid. Questions that would ultimately lead to them finding out Bakugou was your soulmate.

A hand gently reaches for your wrists, pulling your hands away from your face as Bakugou crouches to meet your eyes directly. 

“Why is it such a big deal?” He asks gently, an odd tone that you’re still not used to hearing from Bakugou yet. His face remains neutral but there’s patience lingering in his eyes as he waits for you to explain why you’re so upset.

And you do. Your lips part and the words are at the tip of your tongue until, suddenly, you can’t say anything.

Nothing leaves your lips.

“Y/N?”

“I…—”

“You don’t want them to know?”

Blinking, you bite your lip. “It’s not that, it’s just…” But again, you can’t find the words.

“You don’t trust them?”

“Of course I do,” you argue instantly, “they’re my best friends.”

“Okay…” he says slowly, and then his face twists, “are you… embarrassed of me?”

Meeting his gaze, you frown. “...No,” you whisper, and you mean the words.

“Then what’s the problem?”

“I…” Shoulders falling, you frown. “Nothing… I guess.”

“So,” he says, “let them find out!”

Sputtering, you lean back; “it’s not like you’ve told Kirishima or any of the other guys!”

“It’s none of their business,” Bakugou shrugs, letting go of your wrists to set his hand on your head. “But if it makes you feel better, I'll tell them.”

You find yourself silent with disbelief once again, Bakugou’s words echoing in your mind paired with the look in his eyes. Just staring down at you.

Looking at you.

Like you’re his whole world.

-

“I’m sorry.”

They blink at you.

“I’m sorry about running away yesterday.”

Another blink.

“And I'm sorry I’ve been lying to you guys for the past few weeks.”

Slowly, all the girls glance at each other, trying to gauge the situation, before Uraraka is the first to speak up.

“It’s okay,” she assures with a smile, setting her hand on your shoulder and giving it a gentle squeeze. “We appreciate you apologizing. We were just worried.”

“We wanna make sure you’re okay,” Jirou adds, smiling shyly at you. 

You take a look at all of their faces, seeing the sincerity staring back at you, before settling on Mina who still has a hint of hurt in her eyes but there’s also hope.

Well, here goes nothing.

“Bakugou’s my soulmate.”

Silence echoes, once again, before.

“What?”

“I knew it!”

“Bakugou!?”

There’s a mix of words, gasps of disbelief and shouts of question thrown out at you as all the girls rush towards you, swarming you, desperate for answers.

You laugh a little at their reaction, and that catches their attention.

“Y/N?” Mina asks, confused.

“I’ve been sneaking off to see him,” you explain to her, meeting her gaze, before letting your gaze drift. “I didn’t say anything because I’m still adjusting to it myself and I still don’t know how to feel about it. But I realized it isn’t fair to lie to you guys like that and that I want you guys to know because you matter so much to me.”

“Y/N…” Uraraka mumbles, tears welling in her eyes.

Her expression mimics many of the other girls before suddenly there’s a body slamming against your own, arms wrapping tightly around your waist as you stumble back, trying to catch your footing.

“Oh. My. God!” Mina screams, you wincing at the sheer volume, as she pulls back, grinning brightly at you. “You have to tell us everything!”

-

The next morning, you’re sitting at the island in the kitchen eating breakfast, chatting to Mina, Jirou and Kirishima. The rest of the students trickle by, some making breakfast, some in the living room, all in their own conversations, until suddenly it all stops.

It takes you a moment to realize Kirishima, Mina and Jirou are no longer listening to you, head turned to their right and following their gaze, curious, you blink when you realize it’s Bakugou they’re staring at. It’s not like he’s doing anything particularly odd, nothing except for the fact that his gaze is directed on you and he’s heading straight for you and then suddenly, he’s right in front of you.

His gaze drifts from you, to your plate, back to you; “who made you that?”

“Nobody,” you say slowly, still stunned. “I made it.”

He’s grabbing the plate before you can say anything else, pressing a kiss to your forehead that has your cheeks burning before turning and making his way to the fridge.

“I’ll make you something better,” is all he says in explanation.

Your gaze slowly drifts from him to Mina and Jirou who are grinning widely at you, before there’s the shout of;

“Did Bakubro just kiss Y/N?!”

“And offer to make her breakfast!”

“Wait,” Kirishima suddenly calls after Sero and Denki, turning to Mina and Jirou, “why are two grinning!?”

“All the girls are!” Deku exclaims, pointing at Uraraka and Froppy in front of him.

“You guys knew?”

“Of course,” Mina grins, sending a wink Kirishima’s way before shrugging. “Isn’t that right, Bakugou? You and Y/N are soulmates!”

Everyone expects him to ignore her or tell her to shut up, but instead, he pauses in what he’d been doing (cracking an egg for you), turning his head over his shoulders to meet your gaze before smirking. 

“That’s right.”

And chaos follows.

Utter and complete chaos.

[dotster001]

Eric Venue

Summary: Vil x gn!reader (technically). Vil has always found your mannerisms to be endearing. They are less endearing when they are evoked by his father.

A/N: NEW DILF DROPPED AND I HAVE ZWRO SHAME AWOOGA!!! Special thanks to @animepaniclover122403 and @l1ls4y0 for being my eyes on the inside and getting me pictures. Warning, I'm on the EN server so I know absolutely nothing about Eric Venue so this may be very out of character.

Note: It's in my pinned post, and I've mentioned this in a couple posts, but if this is the first of my stuff you've read, I view NRC as an actual college, so reader here is 18+. If it makes you more comfy, imagine it as grad school age.

Vil remembers the first time you met him. You wouldn't look directly at him, opting to stare at the floor as you mumbled incoherent sentences. Not a clear thought left your mouth.

Were you scared? Intimidated? Or, worse, did you not like the way he looked? That last possibility kept him up longer than he'd be proud to admit.

When he moved in with you during SDC training camp, he watched you walk into a wall three separate times. It was that third time that he realized what the situation was. You were flustered. How absolutely adorable.

Over the course of the weeks, you were eventually able to say more than three words to him. You continued to have issues looking directly at him, but he didn't mind that. It was cute. And a little bit of an ego boost.

Now the two of you were thick as thieves. And, in a teasing mood, he decided to ask you about your initial reaction to him. 

As expected, you couldn't look directly at him, staring at the floor as you fidgeted with clasped hands.

Then he heard, barely above a whisper, “I've never seen anyone who is as beautiful as you.”

His heart fluttered. He knew you well enough now to know that you were from another world…

Which meant…

He was more beautiful than anyone you'd ever seen in two worlds.

“Sometimes…sometimes I can't look directly at you because when I look at you I…I can't think, and my mouth goes dry.”

Adrenaline rushed through him, and he couldn't fight off the vicious grin as he cruelly took your chin in his hand, and forced you to look at him.

“You are so adorable.” Then, to absolutely destroy what little calm you had left he pressed a kiss to your nose. You immediately crumbled, your only life line the hand still holding your chin, as he hid his laugh behind a delicate hand to his mouth.

And now? Now he'd invited you home with him for summer break. He'd planned every day's outfit down to the hour, hoping to absolutely destroy you with his casual attire. Not that it was ever truly casual, but that was by design.

And, by the end of the summer, you'd ask him out, and he'd graciously accept. And then you'd live happily ever after.

He forgot to account for one thing…

“It's a pleasure to meet you. I've heard quite a bit about you,” his father said with an amused smile, as he pressed a light kiss to each of your cheeks.

Vil knew immediately. Your eyes flicked to his father's, then your entire being crumbled.

“H-h-h-hi, Mr. Venue-”

"Oh please. No need to be so formal. Call me Eric.”

“E-E-E-”

“Father! I thought you had a meeting today,” Vil cut you off quickly, an unconcealed tinge of irritation to his voice. Not that you'd notice. You were too far gone, your face unsubtly turned down to your feet.

“I did, but I'd be a poor host if I didn't come meet your- what are they again?” His father smirked, a challenge in his eyes.

“I'm-I’m his-”

“Y/N’s my guest. My guest. No need to be a host, I have it all taken care of.”

Vil and his father smiled at each other for a moment. A moment too long apparently, because you ended up trying to speak again.

“Thank you for letting me stay in your home,” you whispered, barely audible.

“It's not a problem!” He reached out for your hands, taking them in his own, his thumbs gently caressing your knuckles. “It's wonderful that my son has people that are important to him. Would you, perhaps, like to stay forever?” 

In a move very much like one of Vil's, Eric gently tipped your chin up to meet his gaze. Vil watched your face fall under the spell he himself often placed you under. It took everything inside him not to act like a child in a rage. Instead, he placed his hands on your shoulders, and quickly steered you away.

“Y/N is very tired so I will show them to their room,” Vil said. “As I said, I will be their host, no need for you to take time off.”

His father laughed as he quickly shoved you into a nearby guest room. Not even the one he had intended to put you in. But he had to get you away from his dad.

“He smelled nice,” you whispered.

Of course he did. His father smelled of mahogany and expensive cologne. When he was little, that smell meant home. Now that smell meant-

“He was so pretty,” you said with a rather nasty voice crack.

Vil grunted. Grunted! Sevens, the effect you had on him.

Just as his father had done, he took your chin in his hand, and said, firmly, “You're min-my guest. Not his. So try to keep your attention on me.”

You looked at him with big innocent eyes. Vil fought back a distressed, lovesick sigh.

“Understood…but…what if,” you bit your lip, and Vil knew whatever was about to come out of your mouth would give him gray hair. Though, clearly that would be something you would like.

“What if, you shared me?”

He stared at you, opening and closing his mouth a couple times.

“I could be both of your guests!”

“What! Do you know what you're saying?” You had to! At least a piece of you had to, or you wouldn't be continuing the conversation. 

“I don't feel safe answering that question,” you said, your eyes narrowing in suspicion at his attitude.

“I'll be blunt, Y/N,” he said firmly. “You cannot date my father.”

“I never said-”

“You didn't have to. It's written all over your face.”

You opened your mouth to protest, closed it, huffed, looked away, then you turned back to him.

“Why not?”

Vil’s jaw dropped. He sputtered, then exclaimed, “Are you seriously asking why you can't date my dad?”

“He's a dilf,” you shrugged.

“You also can't look directly at him!”

“I can change-”

“Doubtful.”

“Wow, okay. I see what this is. You are intimidated by the thought of me as your step parent.”

“You can't be my step parent!”

“I knew it! You're scared of me wearing the pants between the two of us!”

“No! You can't date my dad, because you are supposed to fall for me!”

You blinked at him. He pinched the bridge of his nose between two perfectly manicured nails. There went his summer plan.

“Oh.”

“Oh?” He sighed heavily. “Oh, as in, you feel the same? Or oh as in, awkward, leave me alone?”

You looked away, and Vil was certain if he felt your cheeks, they would feel feverish.

“I-er-ugh.”

“Take your time,” he hummed his amusement coming back to him.

You glared at him, before crumbling again, and mumbling some gibberish. 

“You can't even talk to me, but you think you can handle my father?”

You glared at him, then took a calming breath.

“I like you too.”

“Thank sevens,” he pulled you in for a hug, holding back a snicker as he felt you tremble a little.

“You smell good, too,” you muttered, before hiding your face in his shoulder. He could feel his pride swelling.

But only you could bring it down just as quickly as you brought it up.

“Why can't you share me?” your tone sounded innocent enough, but he groaned as he pushed you out at arms length. 

“I absolutely forbid you from flirting with my father.”

“I have two hands, so I could hold both of your hands at the same time!”

“Y/N, do not make me use my unique magic on you,” he warned. He watched you glare at him, but you quickly lost your composure as he reopened his arms to you, and you buried yourself against him.

He had a whole summer to keep you away from his father.

Wonderful.

[nervoussagittarius]

which triplet is most likely to ft. matts girlfriend y/n!

matt sturniolo x reader

summary: matt invites his girlfriend to a car video with nostalgic vibes

warnings: none :)

you were sitting in the passenger seat of the minivan, you're normal spot when you were driving with the triplets. this time though, a camera sat in front of you on the dash of their car.

being home with the boys in boston was still something you were getting used to. your boyfriend matt had spent a big part of the day taking you around all the iconic spots in the city. the boys had asked you earlier in the if you wanted to participate in a video. you, of course, said yes.

your relationship was no secret to the world. you guys have been together for a couple years, and you had been featured in many og videos.

"gotta turn the world into a dance floor" chris sang, as matt got into the car. he pointed at you to finish the lyric

with a roll of your eyes, "determinate d-determinate" you sang back.

matt and nick looked at the both of you. one in anticipation of you guys to keep singing, and the other in anticipation of starting the video.

nick cut all of you off quickly to intro the video. "hey guys! welcome back to the fridays video"

"today we have a very special guest, drumroll please, my girlfriend y/n" matt said as he looked at you with a stupid smile on his face.

"hi guys! im back" you replied looking at the camera.

chris started from the backseat, "if you're new here, y/n has been in a bunch of our old videos, and were bringing her back to see her take on 'who's most likely to'"

"we've done this before but we figured y/n could give you guys an outside perspective” matt said as he looked at the camera.

“i’m giving y’all the dirt. we’re getting deep… i- okay” the boys laughed at you while nick pulled up the first question.

“okay, which triplet is most likely to get mad at another for chewing to loud?” nick asked as you immediately looked between the camera and matt.

“we already know the answer because the viewers have seen this happen multiple times”

“yeah, i have to say it’s matt. i’m so sorry for coming at you first honey” you said in between giggles as matt rolled his eyes.

“i disagree. i don’t think i’m most likely to do that”

“matt! we’ve witnessed it bro. you can’t say it’s not you when it is. either way it’s a who’s most likely to question not who’s actually doing it! but you’re actually doing it. good god” nick exclaimed.

the car was packed with laughter as nick went in his tangent. you all calmed down as nick asked the next question.

“who’s most likely to not be able to sleep alone”

“all of you.”

“what!?” “no way!” “that’s not even true”

“no it’s so true” you responded to there complaints. “let me explain. nick is probably the least likely. he’s okay sleeping alone i just feel like people come to him the most to sleep with him so he’s used to sleeping with other people.”

“that’s very true. people are always in my bed” nick said giving the camera a little wink.

“matt and chris need to have someone with them at all times. chris can’t sleep in the same place for more then a night. he’s always sleeping everywhere but his own bed. and matt texts me at least once a week that i need to come over and sleep in his bed with him because he can’t fall asleep.”

“let me just clarify,” matt started, “i can sleep alone. i would rather have my girlfriend with me though. and that’s okay. that’s fine”

“yeah and i just don’t like being alone.” chris defended.

a few more questions were answered before you guys decided to call it quits for the night.

matt grabbed the camera off the dash pointing it at you. you smiled and put up a peace sign.

“look at how cute she is” matt said as he put his hand on your cheek.

“alright matt, end the video”

matt screamed in the camera quickly ending the video.

comments:

i can’t get over how beautiful matt and y/n are together

i need someone to look at me the way matt looks at y/n

i love nostalgic boston videos

petition to bring y/n back on the channel more.

an: this kinda sucks because half of it was deleted when i tried to save it to my drafts and i don’t really like it but y’all wanted a matt fic. first part of the matt series will hopefully be up soon🤍

[klausysworld]

Imagine Klaus with super shy reader who is just the cutest thing but doesn't really notice the attention she gets, so Klaus is always getting her stuff and spraying his cologne on it so other vampires know she is taken... 👀

Please and thank you👀

Possessive Nature

Y/n was a darling little thing.

She was quiet and timid girl, never wanted much involvement or to upset anybody.

That included Klaus.

It often confused him how someone as sweet as her could ever want to be associated with a monster like him, not that he would verbalise these thoughts. He enjoyed his time with her far too much to question it.

There was no doubt that she was genuine. Klaus could tell that she wouldn't be able to lie to him. She was too kind to ever mislead him or take advantage.

Which meant she was easy to trust, easily to let in.

Once he started opening up and being more honest with her, she became even more affectionate and caring towards him. Klaus found it utterly adorable how she acted as though he were glass that would break if she said or did anything to harshly to him. He had told her many times that she didn't have to be so careful around him.

Dozens of times he had teased the idea of them being more than friends, though she never quite seemed to catch on. Even when she would be snuggled up on his lap while watching a movie and his fingers slowly inched up her thighs until they slipped under her skirt and traced the edge of her panties. She would just shift a little bit and he would smirk to himself as he stroked the inside of her thighs gently.

He did this often and one day, he finally got the reaction he had desired.

His fingers had been subconsciously toying with the lace of her panties while his eyes watched the television before then when an addictive scent reached his nose. He wasn’t certain on what it was before he felt the undeniable heat that brushed against his knuckles. Klaus felt his eyes darken as he glanced down to see Y/n struggling to stay still, her soft cheeks had blushed pink and nervousness was evident across her confused face.

Klaus gently pressed his fingertip against her panties and an instant whimper left her sweet lips when she felt the pressure on her pussy.

He shushed her softly as he slowly rubbed her through the thin material. Y/n panted for breath at the unfamiliar feeling. Her body naturally moved with his hand to feel the friction that brought so much pleasure.

Their focus was completely lost from the movie as he tugged her panties to the side and caressed her clit tenderly. The way it pulsed against his touch had him all the more eager to help her reach the height of her pleasure.

Klaus was a thousand percent certain that Y/n had never been touched like this, her reaction made that clear with how she gasped for air, she was so unsure of what to do with her hands or her body and she came so quickly. Klaus continued to rub her slowly as her orgasm rippled through her. She was a trembling mess on his lap while he whispered to her that it was okay and that she did such a good job.

They snuggled back up after and he continued to comfort her with kind words of affirmation and affection while she calmed down and rest her head against his arm.

Y/n had been extra shy around him after that, and rather embarrassed but he had only chuckled when she tried to avoid him and pulled her back into his lap. “Oh come on sweetheart, you can’t get shy on me now” he murmured into her ear, sliding his hands to her thighs and delighting at the immediate scent of her arousal. She whimpered and he smiled, kissing her cheek before pecking her lips and chuckling at her dark blush. “You’re so lovely” he muttered softly as he cupped her face and guided her lips to his.

They never needed to verbalise or label their relationship, it was just known that they were together and that they belonged to each other.

Though not everyone seemed to respect that, Klaus had found.

A growl had bubbled in his throat when a man had bought Y/n a drink and was tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. Klaus knew that wouldn’t understand the man’s intentions, it had taken months for her to understand his own but either way it pissed him off.

Y/n had been utterly confused when Klaus snapped at the man, shoving him away from his girl and threatening the guy for should he ever try to touch her again.

The hybrid had pulled Y/n back home and pressed himself all over her, scenting her much like a wolf would his mate. Y/n wasn’t sure why he was so upset or angry but she didn’t complain when he rubbed his scent into her, instead she just caressed the back of his neck and nuzzle closer.

Klaus discovered that other supernaturals would steer clear of Y/n if she smelt strongly of Klaus. The hybrid energy would roll off of her despite her being merely human and would put them on edge.

So he made sure that all her clothes were washed alongside his own clothes before spraying his cologne all over each item before giving it to her.

On the occasion that he knew she would be around other vampires or wolves, he would wear a tshirt for the first few hours of the day before having her wear it for the rest of the day.

Often, seeing her dressed in his shirt was more than enough to satisfy his possessive nature but sometimes if there were specific people that he knew had an attraction to her were to be around her then he would need to go that step further.

She’d be in his shirt, boxers and socks. Only wearing her own jeans after he had tried to hold his up around her waist by a belt but she had tripped over the excess length. Begrudgingly he agreed that perhaps she could wear her own, in the fashion of compromising though, he had her legs wrapped around his waist while he rubbed his body between them to ensure her legs smelt strongly of him. Only then could she go out.

As soon as she would get home he would be on top of her again, nipping at her neck and kissing her all over while his hands caressed the length of her body and he asked her about how it went.

She would tell him that she had missed him and that she needed him. Klaus would always warm at that and give her whatever she wanted.

In his eyes she deserved everything and she always would. He just had to make sure that nobody else would offer what he could.