#Ah well. I'm not too concerned about it

[vaguely-concerned]

there's nothing quite like a dark souls game when you're really depressed. fromsoft places a hand on your shoulder and says "yeah no you're right. sometimes the whole world really is coming at you shrieking and flailing and trying to claw your face off and there is no hope in sight. what is left for us here but the deep sorrow of a magnificent beast doomed to a slow and possibly endless descent into ruin? here's a sword about it. go wild"

and then you stand there with tears in your eyes clutching your giant claymore to your chest like a lover and whisper "I. love my sword" and you do. you love that sword

[sysig]

Why am I so both of them (Patreon)

Upon first watch, I immediately started by relating to Angel, in no small part because of their intro

Doodle on yellow sheet from 2019 came to mind, as well as bunnies being a motif, angels generally, being a fan of wearing stripes of course, hoodies - all on an ADHD enby artist whose favourite colour is bluple lol, no wonder I love them!

I also relate to Lee tho! Wait that sounds bad lol - more specifically in the dark clothes, body type, being a gifted kid, taking some things very seriously - even jokes by accident; so many of his little details, I kept being like “Oh, me” about. They’re both so well-written ♥ The realism evoked, their easy back and forths - the writing is very strong in my opinion :D

[edensrose]

˚₊‧꒰ა gojo satoru ﾉ f. reader ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ 𓂃 ovulation trouble

⤿ ꒰ you get so needy during ovulation but thankfully your boyfriend knows how to handle you ⭒ marathon sex ꒱

"toru— oh my god, toru,"

that's what he loved to hear. arms thrown over his broad shoulders. legs hugging him close. plunging him deeper into your needy, drenched cunt.

"enough for ya sweet girl?" huffed your boyfriend into your ear. his hands splayed over your ass and pressing you further into him. suffocating you in his body that already dwarfed you. "fucking the need right outta this pretty pussy aren't I?"

his filth smoothed with a tender concern for your pleasure. ovulation was always hell on earth for you. it didn't matter how many times you spasmed around your vibrator or endlessly humped your pillow— nothing satisfied you.

it's why you tried to hide away in the shame of your desperation. tried to avoid thinking about sex altogether, and even your boyfriend. lost in your own thoughts and needs. one in particular always reared its ugly head.

could he handle it?

"that's it. there we go pretty. taking it like a good girl."

well, four orgasms, a barely faltered pace, a spluttering tip french kissing your cervix and those endless, darkened blues staring down at you? satoru had proven he could do a lot more than handle it.

your thighs bundled in his palms. you're wrenched back. so pliable. so his. your knees kissed your tits as he pulled you into a void of limitless bliss. the same way he yanked you back on his cock. hammering you down onto his pistoning thrusts.

white clouded your vision. hazes of heat, and nothingness, and him. oh him, your perfect, nymphomaniac boyfriend.

"there she is." his grin carried in the air. flexing forearms slammed beside your head. his face hoovered your dumbstruck expression. "there's my girl, fuck. there's my gorgeous girl."

his thrusts grew near erratic. fucking out every choked moan and whimpered whine your static mind could manage. pleasure weighed on your tongue. lightened only by satoru who swooped in to suck on it with his lips on yours.

he encased your senses. brutal, and beautiful and oh so blissful. bruises painted across the backs of your thighs. you returned them with red scratches down his back. hickies all over your arched neck. tears clouding your eyes as he took you higher- and higher—

"satooorruuuuu," you sobbed. hands abandoning your favourite canvas for his hair instead. he choked a whine.

"talk to me baby," he rasped.

"I'm cumming— cumming - again, please."

please? you needn't beg. not you. his scoff and mindless, ruinous pace said it all. he angled just right. pounding on your sweetspot and catching your clit on his pelvis. fading into a tempo that fucked out that cute little— 'ah ah ah!' from your spit-webbed lips.

"c'mon," he groaned above. cock pulsing at the base, throbbing at the tip.

"cum for me. need it so bad. need my pretty girl to cum— mngh, so I can. please baby? please."

now he's the one begging. you know he doesn't mean it. or does he? the needy rumble in his throat was the last burst. the knot unravelled. you clawed his hair and sobbed his name to the ceiling as it all crashed down. shattering. blinding. his.

"torrruuu ohgod- yesyesyes," he caught your praises with his mouth and gulped them down. losing rhythm in the mindlessness of his bliss before he too crashed. spraying your clenching walls white. creaming you so full that excess squirted from your quivered slit.

the world spun. then stopped. like your head. your heart. you tugged on his strands and he collapsed into you. aimlessly humping and grinding until your whines became one.

"more," you croaked.

"more?" he laughed. broken, manic.

you pushed on his shoulders with little strength. he let you. tumbling back into the bed and instinctively cupping your ass. the rhythm flowed so natural. a choreography of your passion and need with him as your lovely partner. always ready to catch you.

"I've got you sweetheart," his deep drawl came with a promise, sealed by his bucking hips and guiding hands. fucking you down on his still hard, overly sensitive cock. guess that makes the both of you. your pussy wept with her need.

still you clung around him. face buried into his neck. drooling. crying.

"toru, toru toru — toru,"

"yeah yeah, let it out." he huffed into your ear. bouncing you just right. aiming just perfect. giving you exactly what you needed and so much more.

"gotta make sure my girl's got it all. give her all of this dick cause she fuckin' deserves it."

and still, he pressed a loving kiss to your hair.

© 𝒆𝒅𝒆𝒏𝒔𝒓𝒐𝒔𝒆 . no copying, translation or plagiarism authorised

[bizarrelovetriangel]

missing you.

mdni. 18+ only. not for the kids, pls look away. male masturbation. panty sniffing. pillow humping. pervy caleb. caleb and reader/mc are in a relationship.

hello i'm joining caleb-the-panty-sniffer club and this is my contribution. please enjoy.

inspired by these arts: x, x, x

You were out of town for hunters business, and Caleb volunteered to check up on your house. While he's at it, might as well do some cleaning too.

But he gets a little distracted.

Last week, during your video call, you mentioned to Caleb that your team has been requested to go to a certain city that's been having Wanderer problems. The mission is estimated to last for about five to seven days, and you expressed concern about your newest plants that require to be watered at least every two to three days, which might die without your care.

So of course, Caleb is there to take away your worries. He promised to go to Linkon City in the middle of the week to make sure your plants get the nutrients they need.

Now here he is, inside your apartment's living room, putting away the objects that you'd left scattered all over the place. He imagined you putting things in your luggage at the very last minute before leaving for your trip. You've always done that when you were younger, and it seems old habits die hard.

Back when you were little, once you finish shoving plushies in your bag, deeming them to be absolutely necessary, you'd come to him so he can help you close the zippers.

This time, you didn't forget to take your plushies either. The Sunny Apple that he won with you at the claw machine was gone, which means it's probably keeping you company right now. The thought of you cuddling with the grumpy-looking apple puts a smile on his face.

After watering your plants, Caleb moved on to cleaning the kitchen. Your place isn't really messy; there are just several objects that were out of place, so there's not much work for him.

The last area that he took care of was the bedroom, where he will be sleeping for the rest of the week. The moment he entered your room, he was consumed by the smell of your signature perfume. If he were to close his eyes, it would feel as if you were there.

The scent also made him feel lonely. It's been days since he last saw you, as both of your jobs robbed you of each other's physical presence. Fortunately, once you return from your hunting trip, you two get to spend a few days together, so he's looking forward to it.

Caleb studied the collage of personal pictures you have on the wall, not too far from your nightstand. A lot of them are you and him from various age, a couple are of you and Zayne, plus a recent one with Caleb between you and the doctor.

There are also photographs of you with your coworkers, including the silver-haired guy that you're often partnered with. In all the group pictures, he's always, always next to you.

He's the one that's seeing all the cute expressions you're making right now.

Caleb shakes the jealous thoughts out of his head and lies down on your bed. It's the afternoon, just around the time for the sun to set. He's not sleepy at all, but the warmth and softness of your bed, combined with your fragrant scent, is just so alluring, his body was obligated to sink into it.

"Hmm? What's this?"

Caleb's left hand got a hold of something that you'd forgotten to either put in your luggage or put in the dirty laundry.

Something soft.

Something red.

His fingers grasped the material and held it above his face so he could see what it is.

"Ah...."

His face instantly feels warm at the sight of your underwear. Red panties.

He had seen you wear this before. He also remembers, quite vividly, him sliding it off your legs before pressing his lips and tongue at your core like a starving predator.

He rememebered how you felt. How you tasted.

His mouth watered.

His cock hardened.

His fingers twitched as he lowered his hand towards his face. Caleb closed his eyes and pressed the panty against his nose.

"Fuck..."

His other hand rose to his chest as heat from his rushing blood spread across his body, down to his stomach, through his hips, and pooled between his thighs.

His mind replayed the memory of you resting your back against the bed's headboard, your fingers tangled through his hair while his face is buried between your thighs.

Caleb rubbed his cock over his gray sweatpants, thinking of the face you make as his tongue drives you on edge.

He took another whiff of the red underwear and stained his own boxers as he become even more aroused.

His hips thrusted up as he stroke himself faster, pretending it was your hand that was touching him.

He pictured your mouth around his cock, cheeks flushed, eyes filled with lust as they flicker back to his, making sure he was feeling good. Your eyes would get teary when he'd lose restraints and put himself deeper in your mouth.

A groan comes out between his lips. He pulled down his sweatpants and boxers, smearing his pre-cum all over his aching cock before running his hand up and down, slowly, just like how you like to start and finish.

He needed you, so bad. But you weren't there.

He was surrounded by your scent.

He was on your bed.

Licking his lips, Caleb turned over and buried his face on one of your pillows.

He grinds his cock on your bedsheet, imagining that you were underneath him, crying out his name with pleasure with your honeyed voice that he'll never get tired of hearing even in the after life.

"N- not enough.... it's not enough..." He was pumping his cock while humping your bed, yet he was only getting harder.

It feels like he was going to burst but couldn't.

Caleb threw off his shirt as the sweat from all his movement and body heat made his clothes uncomfortably stuck to his skin.

Despite his tensed body, his hold on your underwear was gentle, as if it was your actual body.

He sniffed the red panty once again before moving it down to his lips. His tongue ran over the crotch, and his cock throbbed. He could almost taste you, as if you were actually there.

He whispered your name with desperation, right hand grasping the bedsheet, needing to feel you against him.

Letting out a ragged breath, he took another pillow and placed it under his hips. Caleb closed his eyes and a moan escapes his lips at the friction.

He immediately set a brutal pace, rutting against your pillow while his closed eyes sees your figure, taking him in deep and tight. You're scratching his back and mewling against his ear as he pounds into you so hard that the world is shaking.

Sweat causes his body to glisten while your bed quakes from all of his movements.

He didn't - or rather, couldn't, silence his moans as the red fabric was wrapped around his cock. He ran it up and down before spreading it over the pillow and grinding against it.

It wasn't you, but it still felt heavenly.

"Fuck. fuck.... so good..."

He was close.

Faster. Harder.

Caleb increased his speed on humping your bed, feeling his body tightening up.

Ring ring ring.

"W- what?!"

He jumped at the sound of his own phone ringing. Someone was calling him. More importantly, it was the special ringtone for you.

Luckily, it wasn't a video call. He'd usually prefer a video call so he can see your lovely face, no matter the time of the day, but today.... might not be a good idea.

"F-fuck." He was absolutely not in the right state to talk to you clearly.

Decline?

No, he couldn't.

He could never.

"Heya, pip-squeak," he breathes out slowly, carefully, as if his heart isn't racing. "Missed me already?" he asks playfully, as if he wasn't the one that was fucking your panties right now.

"Yeah, I do. I have to hold my bags by myself because Caleb isn't around."

"So nice to hear that you're thinking about me." He grins, while his hips continued to move with caution so you wouldn't detect any of the lewd noises he was making.

"Well, yeah.... I do miss you, Caleb." you replied softly, setting the jokes aside. "I'm so far away from Linkon. It's so different here, and it just feels lonely. I guess I'm just feeling homesick..."

You're feeling homesick and you're thinking of him. It's just like when he goes to Skyhaven. He was always thinking of you. The one that he comes home to.

"Caleb..."

The way you said his name caused his stomach to flutter, and his cock to twitch.

Fuck.

Your voice.

"Caleb."

"Mhmmmm..."

With your panty wrapped around his cock, he thrusted deeply into the pillow as if was you. Over and over and over again.

"Caleb..."

He's so close.

Faster.

Deeper.

"Caleb?"

The bed was shaking and screeching from how hard he was going. He'd forgotten about everything.

"Hnnngg,,,"

"Caleb!"

Not a second after you called out his name, Caleb reached his climax. The panty was shoved in his mouth to muffle out the whimpers that fell from his drooling mouth.

He came hard, all over your pillow and spilled onto the bedsheet, some in his hips and stomach.

"Caleb?"

His eyes opened widely as if he'd just woken up from a trance. "Yes, honey?"

"Are you okay? Did you hear what I said? Are you busy?"

He gulped. "I'm good, pip-squeak. I'm already at your place, just... cleaning up, so that it's all nice and pretty when you get back in two days. You should hurry back or else your plants might die from missing you too much."

"Just my plants? You don't miss me?"

On, you have no idea.

"Hmph. I guess I won't give you any of the souvenirs I bought for you."

You are so cute and so precious.

He wants to kiss you so badly.

"Why don't you come home so you can see out how badly I need you..... next to me..." he adds the last part quickly.

Caleb could practically hear you smile at the other line, causing the ends of his own lips to curl up with joy, eyes brightening as he thinks of your face.

"I'm coming home soon. Wait for me, Caleb."

"I'll wait for as long as you need me."

Once the call ended, Caleb sighs loudly and slumps on the bed, wincing at the wet mess he made.

Now he has even more cleaning up to do.

///////

You paused as you entered your bedroom after enjoying the brunch that Caleb cooked for you upon your arrival at your sweet home.

"You changed my bedsheets?"

"It was starting to get a little dusty. You're welcome."

[st6rrrs]

Bunny! Reader thinks rafes to big!

BUNNY! READER MOOD BOARD

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"not right now...rafey" you say pouting up at him as he stares at you confused

it was about 7:30pm, you and rafe were sitting on his balcony to his room, just enjoying the nice breeze as the sun begin to set.

"What the hell do you mean, not right now?" he groans rubbing his buzzed hair

"not right now." you huff whirling your hair with your finger and avoiding eye contact

"What are you on your period? ‘Cause you’re really starting to piss me off." his tone shifts. "you never turn me down?"

"no! im not...its just" you stammer your voice shaking slightly.

You fidget nervously as rafe stares at you impatiently

"your too big." you squeal covering your face with your hands and laying your head on his lap embarrassed.

"Too big?" he repeated a cocky smile tugging at the corner of his lips.

you knew he would be like this.

“Well I don’t know” he teased "Maybe you're just too tight, huh?" he chuckled as his hands moving up and down on your body.

you whine embarrassed again and cover your ears.

"everytime we fuck i feel like your suffocating my dick ya know?" he yanks your hand away from your ear and whispers that.

"Stop it, Rafe!" you whine as your face burns with embarrassment

you feel his laughter vibrating through his body.

your voice barely above a whisper. "

You're just so… big, and it hurts." you whimper sitting up now looking at him with your pretty, wide doe eyes.

"Maybe we just need to work on… stretching you out a bit yea?" he suggests his voice full of cocky confidence.

"ahh this isn't helping!" you moan into the bed below "it hurts"

you were on your hands and knees as rafe was behind you

"Ah come on baby relax your squeezing me." Rafe says as he pushes himself deeper into you.

you whine in frustration

"Ow, Rafe, stop! Just stop for a second" your voice high pitched and frustrated.

you were someone who rarely ever gets mad, you were the softest so this shocked rafe a bit.

Rafe pauses and looks at you with a mixture of concern and amusement.

"You're not going to break, baby," he says rubbing your head

you take a deep breath and try to calm down

Rafe's expression softens and he leans down to kiss you gently.

"I'll go slow okay? I'll make it feel good I promise." He starts to move again his thrusts slow and gentle.

you feel yourself start to relax and it doesn't hurt as much.

"Oh, Rafe," you moan "That feels…really good."

Rafe starts to move a little faster.. his thrusts still gentle but more insistent.

you feel yourself getting more and more turned on

"Rafe oh my god" you whimper, your voice rising. "I'm going to...I'm going to cum rafey..." the wave of pleasure crashes over you and you let out a little squeal.

you huff in exhausted and fall off your hands onto you stomach but rafe grips your hips, holding you in place as he pounds into you. His fingers are digging deep into your skin

As Rafe's cock thrusts deeper into you, you feel a sudden jolt of sensation as he hits your cervix.

you gasp as Rafe's cock rubs against your cervix. it hurts but it feels so gooddd

Suddenly he's crying out

his voice a loud groan of pleasure as he cums inside you. you can feel his hot seed spilling into you, filling you up with a warm, sticky sensation.

his hips jerking as he rides out the wave of his orgasm.

He's collapsed beside you.

Rafe's voice is low and husky

"You just needed to be stretched out, baby," he says "You were a little tight but I knew I could loosen you up."

“Don’t be embarrassed baby” he whispered his voice smooth almost teasing.

“You’re cute when you’re shy”

[prosypepper]

this is love ft. kento nanami

a/n: a few sappy slices of life with my main man :3 enjoy as i dig up motivation to finish kinktober. 18+ mdni!

"honey?" kento's voice is muffled through the door as he calls out to you, "everything okay?" the door rattles as he tries to open it, knob jingling.

"uhm, yeah! everything's fine!" you nervously shout, much too loud, and rush to unplug the iron that had melted your husband's favorite shirt. you panic and yelp when the hot iron scorches the side on your hand, throwing the stupid device to the ground in a clatter.

"why is the door locked—are you okay?" he asks, voice becoming more concerned as he hears the movement inside.

"i'm—i'm fine! promise! just give me a minute!" you're rushing into your shared master bathroom to run cold water over your hand, and kento’s using a screwdriver pulled from thin air to break into your bedroom. tears well in your eyes when you catch the sight of kento seeing his favorite shirt burnt and melted to his own ironing board. "i’m so sorry…"

in reality, he doesn’t care about the shirt—he’s already at your side to inspect your burnt hand. after a few seconds, he speaks.

"did you try to iron my shirt for me?" nanami asks, a small smile on his face, "you didn’t have to do that." he turns off the faucet and takes a small towel to dry your hand off.

"i tried to, i’m sorry—i didn’t know it would do that." you apologize, looking down at the cold tile flooring in defeat.

"oh, honey." he coos, "it’s only a shirt."

"have you seen your father?" you ask your son, yū, who’s sat at the dining table, eating breakfast. he shakes his head no, and when you look at your daughter, mayu, she does the same.

"jeez," you grumble to yourself, bedroom slippers pattering down the hallway as you go to search for your husband. saturday mornings were his time to sleep in, but realistically, he never slept past 9am. and currently, it was nearing 10am.

you check everywhere. he isn’t found in the bedroom, living room, his office, the garage, the patio or in the little garden he kept. upstairs, downstairs, everywhere, he isn’t there. and when you check in your bedroom for the last time, you hear a soft buzzing coming from the bathroom. upon entering, you see your husband bent over the counter, leaning close in the mirror as he shaves his stubble with an electric razor.

"there you are—when did you get that?"

kento had always been a clean shaven kind of man, going to a barber shop once every two weeks for his straight razor shave. it hadn’t even crossed your mind he didn’t go after work yesterday.

but when he looks at you—you burst out laughing. he’d shaven most of his beard off, but a few fuzzy patches remained on his cheeks, along with a mustache grazing his upper lip. peach fuzz and a few knicks litter his chin. this was the first time you’d seen him unable to do anything perfectly. and he looks ridiculous.

"is it really that bad?" he groans, pouting when you wrap your arms around yourself in a giggling fit. you shake your head, although your unforgiving laughs are a testament to the opposite.

"no—no, let me help," you say after calming down.

after gathering a new razor and some shaving cream, you sit atop the counter and your husband stands between your legs. kento is surprised how flawlessly you shave his face, without creating any more marks or cuts. you giggle and kiss him, getting some shaving cream on your face.

"ken?" you shout from the kitchen, where you’re sat, working on your dissertation. it’s been a long road of blood, sweat, and many, many tears; but you’re finally getting towards the end. about to earn a doctorate.

"yes, darling?" kento replies, walking into the kitchen on queue, his timing impeccable.

"can you read over this paragraph, please?" you kindly ask of him, pointing to your most recent written paragraph. he leans over you, planting one firm palm on the table, the other on your back; his eyes read along the sentences and his fingers tap along your spine.

"ah," his finger becomes more focused on a certain word, "wrong 'there', honey."

"no it's not..." you instantly retort, squinting your tired eyes to read over your writing. and you're right, it was the correct one the first time. this was his version of teasing you. but kento couldn't keep up the face much longer before he's giving in with a shit-eating grin you didn't see that often. "you're funny." you groan as kento stands back up.

after reading over the paragraph for about the nineteenth time, you notice kento silently slipping you some tea before turning back around to keep himself busy with cleaning. you absentmindedly take a few sips, then some more...and you find yourself becoming more and more sleepy...

and you're out like a light, forehead pressed directly against the table as a puddle of drool forms on the papers below. kento already has a warm blanket straight from the dryer to drape over you, and you stir just enough to get comfy on your arms.

kento knows that his back will hurt in the morning, but he sits around the corner of the table next to you, settling his head into his arms to drift off to sleep alongside you.

music of your taste plays rather quietly in the kitchen. you stir the pot of soup and inhale the flavorful aroma that wafts through the air.

kento sets two bowls next to the stove, then rummages through your silverware drawer to find two spoons. the kids are at their grandparents for the weekend, it's only you and your husband, converted into the duo you were long ago.

you step away from the stove to go fill up two glasses of wine, the brand kento had as his favorite had slowly turned into your favorite over time, too.

kento fills up the two bowls to the brim of the delicious food, grinning on the inside at the simplicity of it all. just you and him. he lids the pot with the matching glass top and makes his way over to the table.

you set out place mats for the both of you, then place the wine glasses in their prospective areas. kento places the bowls on top of the mats as you grab the spoons from the counter.

in the kitchen, your bodies subconsciously dance around each other. carefully, in perfect tune and pace. delicate steps of a routine formed over so much time together.

in the universe, your souls are tied, striding alongside one another in each lifetime repeated.

and this, is love.

[athenalvss]

Hii!! I just found your blog and I ate it all up in like an hour. Your writing is sooooo good that I can't miss the chance to send a request

This idea has been bugging me for a few days so could you do Dick Grayson x Reader in

Dick, patrolling as Nightwing, find reader on top of a crane. He thought she was going to jump and obviously went to try to stop her. Reader that was just trying to save a kitten, now has to deal with this guy in spandex who thinks she's suicidal.

I just thought the misunderstanding could be funny

-🍓

PLEASE DON'T! ( Dick grayson! )

summary: Dick's sense of salvation is too high and he almost ends up killing the "damsel in distress"

pairing: Dick grayson x fem!reader

open request - Dick masterlist

The night in Blüdhaven was cold, with a sharp wind blowing through the rusted structures of the industrial district. From the ledge of an old warehouse, Dick watched an abandoned construction site a few blocks away, a steel skeleton with an immense crane sticking out like an accusing finger on the horizon.

Everything seemed normal. At least, until something caught his attention, a reflection, a slight movement at the tip of the crane, almost imperceptible from that distance.

He frowned, focusing his night vision goggles. Then he saw her: a human figure, small at that height, perched right at the end of the crane's metal arm, kneeling. His heart raced. It was in a perilous position, barely stabilized against the wind. It didn't look like a worker, or someone wearing safety gear.

"For the love of God, no..." he muttered, already casting the grappling line.

He leaped between structures, crossed two rusty roofs, and propelled himself nimbly toward the construction site. He shot up the building's unfinished levels like lightning, avoiding loose beams and twisted planks. Everything indicated this was going to end very badly; he had to get up there fast.

The whistling of the wind intensified as he reached the upper platform. The metal creaked softly, accompanied by the occasional squeal of rusty machinery. The crane extended about 20 meters above their heads.

And there you were. Kneeling at the edge, your body leaning dangerously over the void.

"Wait! You don't have to do this..." he shouted, his voice cutting through the air like a dagger.

"AH!!!" you exclaimed, startled, turning your head with your eyes wide open. The shock made you stagger, and your knee barely slipped on the wet beam. You gritted your teeth and gripped the metal with both hands, feeling the wind blow hard from the side.

"Everything has a solution! We can talk about it, but don't have to make any drastic decisions." Nightwing was already on the beam, moving forward like lightning.

"WHAT?!" you yelled back, completely confused, as you tried to balance yourself with one hand outstretched toward the little ball of fur meowing up ahead.

Nightwing didn't stop. He was already close, his steps firm on the metal, his cape rustling in the wind, his face filled with concern. "I know it seems like there's no way out, but you're not alone in this! You can tell me what's going on, I swear I'll help you!"

"Are you crazy or what's wrong with you?!" you screamed, half furious, half terrified, while you tried to keep the kitten in sight without scaring it away.

Dick stopped dead in his tracks, breathing heavily, his senses on high, his heart racing. “I thought you were going to jump! From down below, it looked like you—”

"What? Jump? I'm saving a cat!" you responded indignantly, your voice trembling with adrenaline and the cold. "Do you think i look suicidal?"

"I don't know! You're on top of a crane fifty meters above the ground with a fucking cat at midnight! Yeah, it seems crazy!"

"You thought I was going to jump... And your first reaction was to yell at me?"

"...Yeah, well. I'm not exactly a therapist, okay?

"Of course!" you snapped, clutching the wet cat to your chest, who was meowing as if he wanted to get out of this mess as quickly as possible. "Do you think it's a good idea to yell at someone you think is about to jump?! Did you want me to fall down in fright?!"

"I didn't think you were going to do an Olympic sized jump in fright!" he defended himself, still panting from the effort of climbing halfway across the city to get there. "I thought I was saving a life. I'm sorry for wanting to prevent a tragedy!"

"And you almost caused a second one!" you pointed at him with your chin. "This cat almost jumped in fear when he heard you. And so did I!"

There was a brief silence.

The wind blew hard, causing both of them to stagger slightly on the metal structure. The cat meowed again, as if reminding them that they were still fifty meters above the ground, having this argument as if it were a couple fighting in a square.

Dick sighed, lowering his voice. “Okay. I was wrong. Can I make up for it by bringing them down alive?” he asked, calmer now, carefully approaching the beam.

"That would be a good start" you replied, still hugging the cat like it was a bomb with legs.

Dick pulled a second harness from his belt, maneuvering with precision. His movements were fluid, efficient, and confident. As if he moved through the air every day. Well… technically, he did.

The descent was fast, but smooth. They glided down through the wind and the noise of the distant city, their hearts still racing with adrenaline.

When you both hit the ground, Dick let out a small sigh of relief. You, for your part, barely let go of the cat, hugged it once more before leaving it on the floor, where it ran off into the darkness with an offended meow.

"Well," Dick commented, looking back at the direction the feline had gone. "I guess that was a 'thank you.'"

"I took it more as a 'I hope they both twist their ankles.' but hey, he survived."

"And you too..."

"Close enough." You shook off your clothes with a brusque gesture and looked at him for the first time since they'd come down. No more shouting, no more beam, no more wind. Just you, him, and the disaster. "You should practice your approach."

Dick ran a hand through his damp hair and let out a laugh, half relieved, half nervous.

"Well... it was intense, you know what? Are you more of a coffee or tea person?" he pointed at you with a crooked smile. "I think we deserve one. Together. I mean, to cool off the adrenaline... you know."

You stared at him silently. He maintained that confident little smile, as if it were impossible for anyone to say no. How wrong he was.

"Coffee or tea?" you repeated, raising an eyebrow. "Is that the best you can get after almost yelling at me from a crane fifty meters up?"

And without giving him a chance to respond, you turned around and started walking, still feeling nervous but with no intention of showing it.

Dick stood there, watching you walk away. “Fine,” he muttered. “I deserve it. But it was a good try…” He paused. The wind picked up again. “…Wasn’t it?”

[chuluoyi]

✎ daddy-to-be

- gojo satoru x reader

in which you're worried about how he'd react to you carrying his baby

genre: fluff and comfort, mentions of pregnancy and dizzy spells

note: i feel soooo warm writing this *sigh* thank u anon who asked this!

a part of gojo's love entries

general masterlist

"Gojo-sensei! Must we do this?"

"For real?!"

"Okaka..."

"Yoohoo! Hehehehe~"

You sighed at the sight of your tall paintbrush of a husband. Satoru was supposedly teaching his first years—Maki, Panda and Inumaki—and yet, from where you were standing, it looked more like he was bullying them into following his whims more than anything.

A kind reminder that… this silly man is the father of your unborn child.

He didn't know that you were pregnant yet, because you had discovered it just a few days ago and chosen to keep it a secret for the time being.

In theory, this was normal. You two were married and engaged in a high level of sexual activity—something Satoru made sure of—and therefore, conceiving a child was bound to happen sooner or later.

Admittedly, accepting the fact that you were carrying his baby wasn't as easy as you thought, even knowing that. You hadn't seriously talked about having kids, and sure, your husband might have just taken a young cursed boy Yuta into his care—and way before that, Megumi, but it wasn't the same with your own child. It can't be the same.

And not to mention that you two were jujutsu sorcerers. Where would raising a baby fit in this bloody, cursed world you lived in?

...and above all, as things stand now, does Satoru even want a baby?

You released another sigh as you walked away, but then your vision tipped and you had to grab the wall for support. Right, you hadn't even been feeling well these past few days. You got queasy easily, and you experienced sporadic bouts of vertigo too.

"Sensei?" Yuta's worried voice greeted you, and you forced yourself to remain upright. "Are you okay?"

"Ah, yes, I'm fine," you assured him with a smile.

"Should I get Gojo-sensei? You seem pale..."

"No, no, that's—"

"Ooh~ Wifey!"

You cursed his impeccable timing as the striking white hair of your husband came to view. A mischievous grin adorned his face, a bundle of sunshine and trouble as always, as he wrapped an arm around you.

"Don't you have to teach the second years? My pretty wife, you can't be slacking—"

His smile abruptly fell when you subconsciously leaned on him and he noticed your shallow breaths. Satoru promptly tightened his grip on you.

"Yuta," his tone had taken a sharper turn. "Go to the training grounds and train with the others. Class ends after that."

As Yuta nodded and proceeded on his way, he immediately turned to face you. "What's wrong?" he asked with genuine concern. "Are you not feeling well? Can you walk?"

"I'm fine," you insisted, even though the edges of your vision started to blur.

Satoru pursed his lips, and you could tell even with his blindfold on, he was staring at you hard. "Don't be stubborn. Come on, let's get you home."

In an instant, he teleported you back to your shared home, his arms securely under your knees. You didn't know when the dizziness started to ramp up, but you were sure to fall if he didn't have a secure grip on you.

"How long have you been feeling unwell?" he inquired as he carefully lowered you onto your bed.

Realizing there was no point in hiding it any longer, you squeezed your eyes shut as your head rested on the soft pillow. "...since this morning."

Satoru expressed his dissatisfaction with a grunt. "In that case, you shouldn't have gone to school. From now on, you're on leave."

He fussed over you—removing your shoes, fine-tuning the air conditioner, and ensuring you were snug in bed. "What is causing you to feel this bad? Is it something you ate? We had dinner together, and I feel perfectly fine..."

You raised your gaze to him just as he tore off his blindfold, his eyes locking with yours. The blue of his eyes scrutinizing and assessing you, and suddenly, you felt insecure as he quirked an eyebrow, seemingly suspecting something. “Is there something you aren't telling me?”

This is it. You couldn't keep this from him any longer. This was his child as much as yours, he had to know for you to be able to decide on the next steps.

You exhaled. "I'm… pregnant."

Silence. For the next five seconds, you could've sworn that Satoru held his own breath.

"Pregnant?" he repeated, stunned, widened cerulean marbles blinking several times. "You...?"

You sat up, reaching for your nightstand and retrieving the five pregnancy tests you had stashed in the drawer, handing them to him.

Satoru fixed his gaze onto the two red lines on the sticks, examining them and then shifting his eyes between you and them several times. You didn't dare to look at him, feeling your hands starting to shake and your gut twisting.

But contrary to your dread, before you could blink, he pulled you into his embrace. Your heart melted as he softly murmured, "Dummy, why didn't you tell me sooner?"

"I... I was worried. I didn't think I..."

He nuzzled into your neck, breathing in deeply. "Silly... I'm supposed to be your safe space. You can and absolutely should tell me these kind of things..."

A lingering fear persisted in your gut as you croaked out, "Are you... okay with it?"

Satoru snapped his head so quickly, his brow furrowed. "What do you mean—of course I am! Why wouldn't I be?"

You didn't know why, but his impromptu and steadfast declaration brought tears to your eyes.

"Stupid," he chided, his voice tinged with slight giddiness and overflowing fondness, and doubled with the wide grin on his face, you were starstruck. Holding your hand, he pressed a tender kiss on your knuckles, and then on the wedding band resting on your ring finger.

His sincere, warm eyes spoke volumes as he said, "You are my beautiful, lovely, and amazing wife. And now you're about to make me a daddy. Why wouldn't I be thrilled about that?"

You had given him love that saved him in countless ways, some of which you might not even realize. And now, you were about to gift him another piece of you to love—his own family to cherish. Satoru was convinced he couldn't love you more than he did in this moment.

You cried even harder, wiping your face sloppily as you pouted at him, voice clogged with tears, a mixture of relief and happiness overwhelming you. "Why are you so s-sweet? You're u-usually... such a menace..."

"Hey! That's slander! I'm always nice to you!" he protested with a mock frown, trying to lighten the mood.

Satoru brought you into his arms again, affectionately stroking your hair. His excitement was palpable as he chuckled gleefully at the very idea of becoming a father to a mini-him or you in a not-so-distant future.

With that sentiment in mind, he genuinely meant every word of what he softly uttered in your ear:

"I love you, sweetheart. And mark my words—with everything I have, I won't let anything happen to you or our baby… I swear it."

[lqveharrington]

steve harrington - you are in love <3

congrats on 2k!

You Are In Love | S.H.

summary: you and steve have been best friends forever, but overtime, you both realize that there's something more to your friendship than you both thought there was.

pairing: steve harrington x hopper!reader

includes: fluff, minimal usage of Y/N, oblivious idiots, kissing, el and reader are siblings, robin and max play match maker

a/n: cutie patootie stevie! (rules for celebration here!)

Steve Harrington was the type of man girls would go crazy over. From the way he behaved to the way he dressed, they would do anything to get his attention. Luckily for you, he deemed you to be his best friend since childhood. When Tommy and Carol whined about you always hanging around them in high school, Steve would swiftly change the subject. He really only liked hanging out with you anyway.

When you both graduated, something shifted between the two of you. Without the hindrance of Tommy and Carol, you and Steve were free to do whatever you wanted. Whenever you would hang around him, it felt like time would stop. He kept you on your toes despite knowing him for so long.

Weekly dinners around Hawkins during the year would soon become a tradition between the two of you. In your eyes they were friendly dates, but to the kids, you were practically dating. From the whispers as you hung back with him when taking the kids around the mall to the silver necklace he bought you during the summer — they saw something you and Steve couldn't.

They had to do something about it. Fortunately for them, you both made it quite easy.

"Harrington, are you taking me to dinner today or should we reschedule?" You hop onto the counter of Family Video, crossing your legs and smiling brightly at him. "Henderson told me you might have to drive him home after his DND thing or whatever."

"First of all," He started and pulled your legs to the side, sending you a bored look. "I'm at work and you can't bother me." You jokingly pout and follow his movements, watching him restock the bowl of candies at the front. "Secondly, we're still on for dinner. Dustin can get a ride from Munson."

You throw your head back and laugh, "Ah yes, the shared custody of your child."

He rolled his eyes and looked past your head, narrowing his eyes at Max and Eleven. "Why did the girls want to come here again?"

"Uhm, they said they were checking out a new movie that came out." You shrug and slide off the counter. You look in their direction to find them giggling and whispering about something you almost wanted to know about. Almost. "Anyway, don't miss me too much. I'll see you in a few hours, Harrington."

Steve pressed a kiss to the side of your head and pushed a stray piece of hair away from your face. "I'll see you in a bit, Hopper."

You grinned at him and sent him one last wave before rounding up the girls, dragging them back to your car. Before you could even ask them to buckle up, they began hounding you with questions you never expected them to ask. One of the more odd questions sticking out the most.

"Have you ever slept with Steve?" Eleven asked, making you whip around with wide eyes and mouth agape. Her own eyes widened in fear and looked at you with concern. "What?"

Your face flushed a dark red and you began to stutter over your words, unsure of where the question even originated from. "Well, I— No, I haven't but I'm— I'm sorry? What's happening? Do you even know what that means?"

"That you sleep in the same bed as him." She tilted her head and giggled at your red face. "Is that not what that means?"

Max shook her head but found it all amusing, crossing her arms and raising her eyebrows at you. "You seem a little flustered, Hopper. What's up with that?"

"Nothing." You glare at her from your rear view as you pull out of the parking and begin the drive to her house. When Eleven still stared in confusion, you sighed and ran your fingers through your hair. "Yes, I have slept in the same bed as Steve before. And not like that, Mayfield."

"What?"

You shake your head and follow the road down, eyes occasionally flickering up to look at the girls who were still giggling. You didn't understand what they were trying to get at. You've always been able to sleep in the same bed as Steve since an incident years ago, but that was the extent of it all. Sure, you would occasionally sleep in one of his shirts and he would make you breakfast in the mornings, but that was it.

"Have you ever been on a date, Y/N?" Eleven asked again and fiddled with the ends of her sweater, eyes meeting yours in the mirror. "Like the ones me and Mike go on?"

"Uh," You signal and stop at a red light, fingers tapping the steering wheel in an effort to keep your cool. "I have, but it's been a while since I've been on a date."

As you turn, Eleven makes another comment that nearly makes you swerve right off the road. "I thought you and Steve were dating."

You choke on your spit and grip the wheel harder, face redder than Max's hair. Although you knew your sister's words were somewhat innocent, you knew the other girl was behind all the questioning. Steve was nothing but a friend to you. Your best friend. It would be weird to think of him as anything other than that, right?

Since childhood, he was nothing but your best friend. Sometimes you couldn’t help but think what would happen if anything else came out of it, but only in your dreams. When you realized how quiet you were, you silently cursed yourself for staying silent for too long as the girls came to their own conclusion.

"He kisses you a lot." Max drawled and bit back a smirk when your face reddens again, the sight nearly making her laugh once more. "Like more than you study for your exams in college—"

"What will it take for you two to be quiet for the rest of the ride?" You continue to glare at the red-head in the backseat and squint when she opened her mouth. "And your answer will not be money."

Max sighed and looked at Eleven, their eyes meeting and silently communicating with each other. They grinned wickedly and looked over at you, tone overly sweet when they answered your question.

"Admit you're in love with Steve Harrington."

"Oh, Stevie!" Robin grinned widely as she sauntered back in from the break room, leaning back against the counter. She met his confused eyes and tilted her head, still wearing a mischievous grin. "I have a tiny, little question for you."

Steve dug through the boxes underneath the table and waved his hand, barely listening to the girl. "Which is?"

"Could I just — I dunno — take a peek at your wallet?” She asked and pursed her lips to stop from laughing when she saw his incredulous expression peek from underneath the counter. “I just want to make sure my assumptions are right.”

"About what?" Steve sighed in exasperation and ran his fingers through his hair, praying that his hair still looked perfect after how many times he had done it.

"Just give me your stupid wallet." Robin huffed and snatched the leather from his hands. She scrunched her nose at him before opening the wallet, gasping when she found what she was looking for. "Oh my gosh."

Steve creased his brows and looked at the contents of his wallet. There was nothing but cash, his license, cards, and picture he’s had since high school. If Robin was planning on stealing, she picked the wrong day.

"What?"

"You do have a picture of Y/N in your wallet!" Robin all but squealed like a child, causing the customers in the store to look over at the commotion.

Steve sent them a strained smile before grabbing his wallet back from Robin and tucking it away, muttering quiet obscenities to the girl. Robin rolled her eyes, but the smirk that curled her lips overtook her emotions. He knew that some kind of electricity between the two oblivious idiots.

"You like her!" She spoke in a sing-song voice, lightly punching his shoulder. Robin laughed in excitement and shook her head before pausing, turning to look at Steve like a behavioral analyst. "Unless it's something more."

He looked to his left and to his right before raising a brow at her. He would never admit it out loud, but somewhere along the line he fell for you. Hard. From summer car drives to coffee at midnight — you were the one for him. Yet he didn’t want to ruin what the two of you had.

When Steve stayed silent for too long, she started to punch his shoulder in excitement again. It was the silence between asking about love that seemed to trigger everyone today.

"Oh, you're in love! Steve 'the hair' Harrington finally falls in love with his one true love!" She dramatically put a hand to her forehead and leaned back on the counter again. "I thought I would never live to see the day that happens."

He huffed and lightly shoved her, rubbing his hand over his face. "She's my best friend."

"And?" Robin pushed him back and continued to smile, clearly finding his reaction amusing. It wasn’t rare for her to tease him about his dates, but knowing that he was deeply in love with you made it so much more fun. "She clearly likes you too."

"She does?" Steve perked up and rolled his eyes when she winked at him. He flipped her off and pretended to be busy again. “You’re so annoying.”

"Stevie is in love!" She laughed again and sighed softly, tapping her fingers against the counter. "You're going to dinner with her tonight, right?"

He sent her an odd look and nodded, brows furrowing in confusion. "Yeah, what does that—?"

"Confess tonight! I'm sure she loves you too, Harrington." She slammed her palms down onto the counter, once again attracting the customers in the store. Steve sent them another apologetic look before turning his head to glare at the girl. By the end of the day, he swore that they would get a complaint about Robin.

Robin put a hand up to his face when she saw he was going to speak. “And before you back out, the girls and I already made a plan so nothing becomes awkward between the two of you if it fails."

Steve’s eyes widened and pushed her hand out of the way, mind reeling at all the knew information. "Wait what?"

"Nothing!"

After dinner, you both decided to take a walk around the neighborhood. The temperature was perfect and you and Steve had plenty of calories to kill before heading to bed. Besides, you both had unspoken words to say to one another.

"Are you okay? You've been acting strange since you picked me up." You nudged your shoulder with his and tilted your head, eyes worried with concern.

As you walked through the neighborhood, the orange lights from the posts began to flicker on as the sun set in front of you. On instinct, you moved closer to Steve, accommodating to the warmth you were losing. He hid a small smile and pulled you close by the shoulders.

Steve shrugged and kissed the side of your head again. The gears in his head were loudly turning and he wasn’t sure how to make them stop. He met your eyes and smiled softly when you smiled up at him.

"On a scale of one to ten, how would you rate the new diner?" He nudged his head back toward the diner.

You hummed and tapped your chin in thought, snapping your fingers when you figured out how to put it. "A solid six and a half. They threw us a dirty glare for being too loud, but their milkshakes were perfect."

He raised his brows and chuckled softly when you rolled your eyes at him. You were always such a sucker for strawberry milkshakes. "Yeah?"

"Yes, Harrington.” You send him a teasing smile before extending your arm and flashing him your left hand adorned with the wrapping from the straw wrapper. “I even got to make us our paper rings."

You turned to face him properly and grabbed his left hand, lacing them together to show the matching rings. You went to say something else when you found him already staring at you, making your mind instantly blank.

Steve swallowed and squeezed your hand, taking a step closer to you. "Y/N?"

"Yeah?" You murmur and take your own step closer until you were chest to chest.

His gaze dropped to your lips before looking back into your eyes, eyes filled with so much emotion. You gave him a curt nod and let him cup your cheek, shutting your eyes when he leaned in.

Your lips met and for the first time, you really believed time truly stopped. It was just you and him on the sidewalk of Hawkins, Indiana. Your own hands came up to grab the lapels of his denim jacket, deepening the kiss when he pulled you impossibly closer.

When you finally pulled away, your mind was still blanking and the first thing you could say was —

"Oh, my strawberry milkshake." You whisper out before groaning, hiding your face in his shoulder. "Now the thing I say after we first kiss will always be strawberry milkshake!"

Steve kisses the top of your head and gently squeezed your waist. "You're cute."

You scoff before looking up, playing with the buttons on his jacket. "Did Robin put you up to this?"

"Yep." He chuckled and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, narrowing his eyes at you when he realized what Robin meant. "Did the girls?"

"Yep." You sigh and push up on your toes to give him a quick peck. You tilt your head when he smiles, "We're not going to tell them about this and make them feel bad, right?"

"Of course not.” He laced his hands with yours and began the trek back to his car. "We're only best friends after all."

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[beloveds-embrace]

Fuck it, we ball, I hope that disrespectful anon gets hemorrhoids and they can't get them removed until next year, AND that their insurance doesn't cover it. I'm here thinking about your Omega idea where omegas normally do the pursuing, but with a slight twist; the boys being the omegas. An alpha who is for sure down bad for the boys, but thinks "ah, theyre out of my league, I should be aiming lower, manage my expectations". Only 141 is just as down bad for them, and they're doing everything just short of screaming "PICK UP ON THE HINTS, COME INTO OUR HOUSE AND BEDS AND LIVES AND STAY FOREVER PLEASE"

Johnny is about to say fuck decorum and just show up in reader's house wearing nothing but a ribbon and a tag that says 'free to a good home' (your home is the good one, please keep him, there is no receipt so you can't return him).

Price has the brain cell normally in terms of trying to gently coax you into getting you to say you're into them, he has a 15 step plan that may or may not involve using his various contacts to get you spending more time in close proximity to them. Also he for some reason is always baking, he always comes over asking you for sugar? (He'll take any kind of 'sugar' you're willing to offer, he loves making a variety of cream pies)

Gaz is always gently inviting them to attend 'friend' things, things that could be a date but that he can excuse as 'well we're coworkers/friends/neighbors, we should get along :)'. It's just a coincidence that various other people seem to bail except for any of the other boys, now why don't you sit beside him so you guys can share popcorn at the movies (you both always seem to be reaching for it at the same time, if your fingers touched anymore you might as well be holding hands)

Simon is chasing off any omegas he thinks are a threat to them getting reader, that is THEIR alpha, paws OFF (rip to anyone reader was halfheartedly going on dates with, this man is gonna become those people's sleep paralysis demon)

Hope you enjoy!! :3 💕💕 i lovedddd writing this sm omg

See, the thing is, you’d always thought of yourself as a decent Alpha. Not overbearing, not egotistical, not a demanding freak- just capable and steady. But you weren’t extraordinary. Not the kind of Alpha Omegas like them would look at twice. And so, while you worked alongside the men of Task Force 141 you convinced yourself to be content with just admiring them from a distance.

You couldn’t help it. They were perfect, as far as you were concerned. Perfect, and fully out of your league.

Surely, Omegas like them would want someone better. Someone stronger. You’d told yourself that so many times it was practically your mantra, the only way you’d be able to stop yourself from pursuing them. They deserved someone more charismatic, more confident- an Alpha who could match their brilliance. Not someone like you, fumbling through conversations with them, struggling to keep your feelings in check.

But they’d already decided. They didn’t need a flashy Alpha or someone who tried too hard. What they wanted was you. The only problem? You didn’t seem to realize it, no matter how obvious they made it.

John took the lead, naturally. He knew you were cautious and perhaps a little insecure when it came to relationships (it was fucking visible in you, silly Alpha. He scoffs each time you draw back, frustrated), so he made it his mission to draw you in- slowly and subtly. His plan was meticulous: get you comfortable, build trust, and create opportunities for you to spend more time with them so you’d see that they only want you.

Maybe then you’d break out of that stupid shell you’ve put yourself in.

He’d started baking regularly, a habit you hadn’t even known he had. At least once a week, he’d show up at your place with a tin of cookies, a loaf of fresh bread, or a perfectly golden pie. “Thought I’d share,” he’d say casually, though the slight smirk tugging at his lips told a different story. He peers at you, letting his scent coil just a bit more. “I hope you don’t mind the amount of cream. I happen to like cream pies a lot.”

The way to an Alpha’s heart is through their stomach, and all that.

If he wasn’t offering you baked goods, he was asking for your help to make said baked goods. “Ran out of sugar again,” he’d sigh, handing you an empty container. “Mind sparing a bit?”

It was ridiculous, downright unbelievable how often he supposedly ran out of baking supplies. But his visits became a highlight of your week, and the lingering looks he gave you left your heart pounding long after he was gone.

The one time he’d handfed you, watching you lick the syrup from his fingers with half-lidded eyes, still lives in your mind rent-free.

Kyle took a softer, more personal approach. He wasn’t above using the pretense of friendship to spend time with you, often inviting you to casual dates- grabbing coffee, going to the movies, or just walking through town and shopping. Every invitation was framed innocently, but there was always a little extra effort behind it. He’d pick a movie he knew you’d like, suggest places he knew you’d find interesting, and ensure that others you unfortunately knew joined just enough to make it seem less like a date.

Somehow, though, those other people always mysteriously canceled. It was never anything dramatic- just a sudden cold, a scheduling conflict, or a “something came up, sorry.” Eventually, it would be just you and a very smug Kyle, sitting close enough that your knees brushed or reaching for popcorn at the same time. Once, right as the bowl emptied and you both reached for it, Kyle simply thought fuck it and held your hand.

On one occasion, you both shared a bowl of spaghetti and ended up with the scene from the Lady and the Tramp.

It was so painfully obvious to everyone.

Except you.

“It’s not a coincidence,” Kyle muttered to Johnny one evening after you left, both of them sitting in the spot you were in, bathing in the leftover warmth and scent. “How can they not notice?”

Speaking of Johnny; he’s barely keeping himself together. Subtlety in missions are a must sometimes, but he doesn’t want to that with you anymore. He was just so, so, so frustrated with your obliviousness. What more does he need to do to show you that he- that they- want you?

He’s been dropping so many hints; half-jokes about Omegas waiting begging to be swept off their feet, suggestive winks when you compliment him in that lovely, adoring tone of yours. Once, while watching a romantic tv show, he’d sighed loudly and very pointedly said: “If only someone would claim me.”

“If ye don’t figure it out soon,” he growled at the others one night, pacing back and forth like a wild beast and probably on his way to leave a dent in the carpet, “I’m showin’ up at their doorstep with nothin’ but a red bow, like some bloody Christmas prezzie, I swear to god.”

John sighs, rolling his eyes. “You do that, and I’m leaving you on their porch.”

“That’s exactly what I’m askin’ for!”

Simon took the quietest but most direct approach. Just not exactly direct towards you. While the others worked to get closer to you, Simon focused on eliminating what he saw as obstacles: other Omegas who thought you were free for the taking. It didn’t matter if they were serious or just someone you’d gone on a casual date with- Simon saw them all as threats.

He didn’t have to say much to scare them off. A single cold glare from across the room, sharp bursts of his scent, or a low, menacing comment was usually enough to send them packing. He didn’t care if it was excessive.

You were his Alpha. You were their Alpha, and no one else had a right to you.

But even Simon softened when it came to you. He couldn’t put all his thoughts, all his feelings into words, so he did them with his actions. Quiet protectiveness, gentle, careful touches. Moments of fleeting vulnerabilities shared between you and him.

He was always there for you. Even if you didn’t know you need him with you.

Still, despite all their efforts, you remained convinced that they weren’t interested.

In the end, to no one’s surprise, it’s Johnny who snaps. Johnny, so close to his heat, so absolutely done with your obliviousness and the Omegas that aren’t them talking with you when you should be only focused on them.

He doesn’t care; leaves the carefully made nest with your stolen shirts and none of the others stop him when he just. Drags your surprised self to the nest.

“Johnny! You-“

“I want you.” He hisses, bares his teeth all sharp and desperate. “We want you. And damn it, we will have you.”

And well, who are you to even say no when this is all you have wanted?

[swanlikely]

Current Brainrot: Helping Husband Nanami! Unwind

Author's Note: This scrumptious gem graced my timeline today, and I couldn't resist writing a fic about it. Do yourself a favor and follow the artist on Twitter, and while you're at it, check out her Patreon—it's totally worth it! (Artist & Her Patreon)

not proof-read! (sorry if there are any errors - let me know and i'll fix it!)

CW: AFAB! reader, usage of she/her, handjob (m! receiving), oral (m! receiving), pet names, role-play (prostitution), public sex

word count: 2k

Nanami was the epitome of dedication, tirelessly clocking in countless hours at the office to ensure his sweet wife lived in the lap of luxury. He was a gentleman in every sense. Yet, sometimes, this relentless work ethic could be his Achilles' heel.

Stress was making its unwelcome presence known in Nanami, with shadows deepening under his honey-gold eyes and the weight of the world pressing down on his broad shoulders. He was beat. After surviving yet another grueling twelve-hour shift, he was at his limit. All he craved was to return home to you, his loving wife.

And as his loving wife, you couldn't miss the signs. You saw how he would collapse into bed like stone after a long day, too exhausted to even finish his dinner. You heard the frustrated groans as he dragged himself out of bed each morning. But most importantly, you felt the strain in your bedroom.

Not to say Nanami wasn't satisfying you—quite the opposite, he was only satisfying you.

Despite his exhaustion, his touch was tender yet fervent, his kisses a mix of urgency and devotion. He'd make sure to lap at your cunt each night, with his talented tongue. Letting you know just how much he loved you, how he put your needs above his own. But that was exactly it—what about him? It worried you to no end; all you wanted to do was make sure your husband was happy. Seeing him give so much of himself, you felt a uncomfortable combination of gratitude and concern. You wanted to reciprocate, to show him the same level of care and passion. You longed to ease his burdens, to be his sanctuary just as he was yours. The thought of him carrying all that weight alone tugged at your heart, and you resolved to find a way to bring balance, to ensure he was taken care of as well.

Which was exactly why you weren't at home, playing the doting wife as always, but leaning up against his car hood, dressed in something completely out of character for you.

Fishnets, Daisy Duke shorts, and a tank top that hugged every curve clung to your body, making you a walking temptation. You watched your husband approach the car through glittery, half-lidded eyes. Letting out an exaggerated whistle, you purred, "Well, hello handsome," catching your husband's eyes.

He was just a few steps away, his furrowed brows and confused smile giving away his exhaustion. The dark circles under his eyes were still visible, and his button-up shirt was slightly wrinkled. It had clearly been another long day for him, and you were ready to melt away all that stress. But you couldn't do it as his wife; no, you needed to become someone else entirely. You had to offer him an escape from reality.

"What're you doing here, sweetheart?" he asked, his voice gruff and drawn out. His hair was still neatly groomed, and oh, you wanted to make a mess of that. Make a mess of him. "Also, I'm not one to tell you what to wear, but this is different." His eyes roamed your body, lingering over your breasts to the tips of your black heels. He was right, this was different.

"Mmhm, you like?" You bite down on your glossy, plump bottom lip. Nanami swallowed hard.

"Just a girl trying to make some money tonight," you continue, against the hood of his car. Your elbows prop you up, pushing out your breasts that were practically spilling out. "Ah, I see," he murmured. His eyes, though shadowed with exhaustion, now swam with an almost predatory hunger that swirled in the depths of his amber gaze.

You giggled at the fact that your husband was playing along with your little game, as he always did. Though tonight wasn't for you; no, it was all for him. Placing your delicate palm against Nanami's sculpted chest, he shivered for a moment. That was new.

"So, Mister, would you like to help a girl out and make use of my services?" Your voice was hot and breathy as you slowly undid the first button of his dress shirt. Nanami's eyes tracked the movement of your perfectly manicured fingers, lingering on the way they teased each button. A surprising rose-tint spread across his cheeks, his usual stoic demeanor giving way to a vulnerable flush. You could get drunk off of him.

"What kind of man would I be if I didn't help a pretty girl like you out?" Nanami chuckled, a bit sheepish, as he fumbled with the car keys, finally managing to unlock the doors. Seeing such a strong, composed man acting so coy made your thighs clench. This outfit and role were really doing it for him, huh?

After hearing the car beep, you quickly pulled both yourself and your husband inside, sliding into the backseat. It was a tight fit, with Nanami's broad frame hovering over you, his arms and legs straddling your body. The closeness made you acutely aware of just how much bigger he was than you. Instinctively, his mouth found your neck, immediately shifting into husband mode. But tonight, you wouldn't let him neglect his own needs just to please you.

"Stop," you groan, fighting the urge to let Nanami do what he normally does. He immediately pulls away, his eyes filled with worry. He searches yours for answers but only finds eyes brimming with lust. "No touching, you're paying for my services, remember?" you giggle, pressing against his chest to flip him over. Now, you were on top, straddling his lap. His heavy cock pressed against you, straining against the confines of his trousers, yearning to be free. The two of you were panting, the heat between you making the car windows fog up. You were lucky the parking garage was deserted at this hour.

"I, uh, sweetheart…" he stammered, struggling to find the words as you mirrored his earlier actions. Your mouth traced a path from his neck down to the exposed part of his collarbone, licking and sucking gently. Lips parted and teeth against skin. You couldn't help but think, God, you needed to do this more often.

His hips jerked against yours, causing the both of you to throb with want. The fabric of your shorts was already damp, barely able to contain the heat building between you. Your hands roamed down his muscular frame, your fingers tease as they reached the zipper of his trousers. You fumbled with it, the anticipation making your breath hitch. His low groan in your ear sent shivers down your spine, and you pressed closer, feeling the urgency of his need matching your own.

"Please let me touch you, just a little," he pleaded, his grip tightening on the leather seat, veins on his arms standing out. The desperation in his voice sent a thrill through you. You had made Nanami Kento, usually so proper, whine like a slut. You leaned in closer, your breath mingling with his, reveling in the power you held in that moment.

"Here, you can get a kiss, but it'll cost you extra," you laugh, pressing your open mouth to his. The kiss was sloppy, tongues intertwining with a fervor that made your head spin. His mouth was hot, and he tasted delectable—an unexpected blend of mint and cinnamon. You were melting into him. "Nghhh, sweet girl, let me touch you..." Nanami's voice was trembling, his restraint barely holding on. This was absolute torture for him; he wasn't used to being the one pampered.

"No," Your fingers hooked onto the belt loops of his khaki trousers, slowly tugging them down to reveal his throbbing cock, leaking precum. A frustrated moan caught in his throat as he waited for you to do something, anything.

His cock was pretty, more so than usual tonight. It was a darker shade of pink, thick and pulsing, with veins prominently visible at the base, likely from all the accumulated stress. Nanami hadn't cum in the past two weeks, so naturally, he was this pent up. His cock was so tempting, begging for attention.

As you wrapped your glossy lips around the tip, Nanami's hips jerked involuntarily, aching for more. The desire to thrust into the back of your throat and make a mess of your slutty makeup consumed him, but Nanami, being the gentleman he was, forced himself still. After all, he wouldn't want to harm his lovely wife, right?

But that's not what you wanted. You wanted Nanami to take out all his anger, all his stress, all his bad days on you. To defile you in a way he would a slut. That's who you were tonight, right? No longer his wife, but the whore he needed.

"Don't hold back, use me," you groaned against his cock, your mouth still wrapped sweetly around it. Drool dribbled down as you pleaded for him to let go. Getting Nanami to be rough was like asking to be struck by lightning—rare, but when it happened, it was electrifyingly intense.

"Such a dirty girl," without hesitation, Nanami began to buck his hips, driving his cock deep into your throat. Your mouth watered, saliva pooling at the base of his needy cock. He was so thick, making it a struggle not to gag. "Such a good whore for me," Tears welled up in your eyes, and your cheeks hollowed as you fought to keep up with his relentless pace.

"Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you…" He kept repeating, babbling at this point as he used your mouth. He was drunk on pleasure, feeling the plush, wet insides of your mouth and the back of your throat. The sensation was overpowering for him, and you could see it in the way his body shuddered and groans flying from his mouth. It felt so good watching him writhe in ecstasy, completely lost in the moment. His hands gripped your hair tighter, guiding you as he continued to lose himself in you. The sight of him so vulnerable only fueled your urge to push him further into this blissful state.

You began to hum as he thrust into you, the vibrations around his length driving him insane. He let out the most beautiful grunt, a sound that sent jolts straight to your dripping cunt. You could tell he was close; his movements were becoming erratic and more forceful, causing you to gag and choke each time he hit the back of your throat. Perfect. He needed this release, and so did you. The anticipation had been building for weeks, and now you were desperate to taste him, to feel that connection you had been craving.

"Sweetheart, I can't," he breathed out, his legs stiffening and back arching slightly, plunging him deeper into your throat. His tip was bruising your throat by now, but you didn't care. You needed to see your husband come undone. Using a free hand to grip the base of his length, you began to pump up and down in rhythm with his thrusts. You were going to send him into a spiral, make him regret not being more selfish these last two weeks, make him wish he'd never taken that overtime at the stupid office.

"Gonna come," he winced, the words dragging out as his handsome face contorted in pleasure. Nanami's grip tightened on the back of your head, thrusting his length into your throat with desperation. You could definitely feel the bruises forming, but the feeling only heightened the moment. His hot, salty cum erupted into your throat, filling your mouth and leaving you with barely any time to savor its taste. The sheer force of his release made your eyes water and throat flex, but you reveled in the raw, filthiness. As he pulled back, you licked your lips, catching the last remnants of him, a satisfied smirk playing on your face.

His mouth agape, cheeks flushed, and eyes completely spent as he was panting to catch his breath. You completely wrecked him. "God, you're...incredible," he managed to say between shallow breaths, still reeling from his orgasm. The sight of him so messy only made you want to see him like this again and again. You could see the way his muscled chest heaved, each rise and fall a testament to the pleasure you had just given him. His hands, which had been gripping you with such fervor, now lay limp at his sides, fingers twitching slightly as if still remembering the feel of you.

As he slowly regained his composure, a lazy smile spread across his face. "I don't think I'll ever get enough of you," he whispered, his voice hoarse but filled with sincerity.

"Now, how much extra for another kiss?" he asked, a playful glint in his eyes.

"It's on the house,"

[ari-ana-bel-la]

Hi Ariana!

Could you make an imagine for child!Norris reader? It’s the Monaco gp and she’s in the hospitality with his family but specifically sitting with Magui watching the race. Also that Magui and reader are in the paddock, she overhears some people muttering about Lando and Magui but she sticks up for them in some way? And that night the three of them go out, and reader always stays by her because she feels almost a comfort with her and doesn’t care if anyone caught it on camera.

By her side

The soft hum of engines echoed through the Monte Carlo streets, the sun casting a golden glow over the azure sea and bouncing off the pristine balconies overlooking the harbor. It was Monaco Grand Prix weekend, the crown jewel of the Formula 1 calendar. The glamour, the speed, the tension—it was all dialed up to eleven.

And in one of the most exclusive hospitality suites perched above the pit lane, four-year-old Yn sat with wide eyes, her little legs swinging off the cushioned seat, a McLaren cap slightly too big for her head slipping forward every few minutes.

"Do you want me to fix it, sweetheart?" Magui asked gently, leaning over and pushing the cap back so she could see Yn's big brown eyes.

"Nooo," Yn giggled. "It makes me feel like Daddy."

Magui smiled, brushing a few dark curls behind Yn's ear. "Well, it definitely suits you. But Daddy wears his cap the right way round."

"But he also wears it backwards sometimes," Yn defended proudly. "When he's cool."

"Ah, I stand corrected."

The two of them shared a laugh, the comfort between them so natural that no one would guess they'd only grown close over the past year. Yn had been wary at first, as most kids are when someone new enters their life, but Magui had never tried to force a bond. She had simply shown up, been kind, been consistent. And now, sitting with Yn, watching Lando race through the tight corners of Monaco, she felt something akin to being part of a family.

Magui's fingers gently tapped on the timing screen. "He's in P1 now, look. That's really good."

Yn bounced in her seat. "Go Daddy, go Daddy!"

Lando’s family chuckled from behind them, watching the little girl cheer with both fists in the air.

"Think he can hear you?" Magui teased.

"Uh-huh. He always hears me."

Later in the afternoon, after the checkered flag waved and the celebrations started in the garages, Magui took Yn's small hand and led her through the paddock. It was always buzzing post-race—media rushing around, teams packing up, drivers giving interviews, flashes from cameras capturing every smile and misstep.

Yn stayed close to Magui, her fingers wrapped tightly around hers. She was wearing a little team shirt, the same orange as her dad’s race suit, and she beamed proudly when people smiled or said, "Hey Yn, great race today, huh?"

As they passed by the hospitality tent, two voices whispered nearby, a little too loudly for discretion.

"I still don't get why she's always here."

"You mean Magui? Yeah. I mean... she's not even Yn's mum."

Yn's tiny face frowned. She didn’t understand everything adults said, but she caught enough.

"Doesn’t feel right. Too soon, maybe."

Magui must have heard it too, because she gently tugged Yn forward, her pace picking up slightly.

But Yn tugged back.

"Magui?"

"Yes, sweetheart?"

Yn motioned for her to kneel down. Confused but concerned, Magui lowered herself to Yn’s level. The little girl leaned in close and whispered, "I'm happy you're here."

Magui blinked. "You are?"

Yn nodded seriously. "You make Daddy happy. And me happy too."

And then she leaned forward and kissed Magui's cheek.

Magui's throat tightened instantly. She hadn’t expected that. Not here, not now, not in front of murmuring strangers. But it broke something open in her chest. She wrapped her arms around the little girl and pulled her into a tight hug, kissing her temple softly.

"Thank you, Yn," she said, voice slightly hoarse. "You have no idea how much that means to me."

Yn rested her head on Magui’s shoulder. "I don't care what other people say. They're silly."

Magui laughed through her tears. "They are, aren't they?"

That night, the city sparkled as it always did, but something about it felt more magical. Lando had finished on the podium, the team was buzzing, and he had insisted on doing something quiet and personal with the two people who meant the most to him.

"Are you sure you don’t want to go to the team party?" Magui asked, fixing her earrings in the mirror.

"Nah," Lando said, coming up behind her and resting his hands on her hips. "I've got everything I want right here."

From the bed, Yn squealed. "I'm hungry!"

Lando chuckled. "Okay, okay. Let’s get dinner. Somewhere quiet. Just us."

They ended up at a small bistro tucked into a side street, far from the madness of Casino Square. The waitstaff greeted Lando with a nod of recognition but gave the family their space, seating them on a terrace overlooking the marina.

Yn sat next to Magui, their hands constantly touching, whether it was Magui brushing crumbs from her dress or Yn pointing excitedly at boats in the harbor.

"You’re really attached to her tonight," Lando teased, sipping his wine.

Yn grinned. "Because Magui smells nice."

"Oh? What do I smell like then?"

"Like... helmet."

Magui burst out laughing, nearly choking on her drink.

"Well, she’s not wrong," Lando said with a playful pout.

Yn looked up at Magui and whispered something too quiet for Lando to hear. Magui smiled gently and nodded.

"What did she say?" he asked.

"She said she wants me to come to every race now."

Lando's heart clenched. "You sure about that, bug?" he asked Yn.

"Mhm," Yn said, popping a piece of bread into her mouth. "She makes me feel happy. Like Mummy used to."

Magui’s smile faltered slightly, a flash of pain in her eyes, but Lando reached across the table and took her hand.

"You are amazing with her," he said softly.

She looked at him. "So is she."

They sat there for a moment, all three of them bathed in the soft light of the terrace lamps, the world falling away as laughter and comfort settled around them.

Magui leaned down, brushing a kiss across Yn’s hair. Yn leaned her head on Magui's arm.

"Love you," she murmured.

Lando's eyes softened. He didn't say anything, just watched as his daughter, the brightest light of his life, found something special in someone he loved. And that love was returned, just as fiercely.

That night, on a sleepy walk back through the moonlit Monaco streets, Yn held Magui's hand the whole way home. She didn’t care who saw. Neither did Lando.

He had his girls.

And he wouldn’t trade this for the world.

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Authors Note: Hey loves. I hope you enjoyed reading this story. My requests are always open for you!

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[oreoluvskento]

gojo being dangerously loud

a/n: i know this is supposed to be a nanami focused account but hear me out... whiny gojo. that's it.

cw: cunnilingus, riding, ummm gojo being drunk and loud and his baby girl moans, semi-public sex (they're in a bathroom), i am so horny and i just need him so bad

you love the sounds your boyfriend makes during sex. he's never been shameful about it either, always loud and proud about the way your pussy makes him feel. this time, however, you wish he'd shut up.

you two are currently in your friends bathroom during a drunk movie night. you were both pretty tipsy, gojo more drunk than you and you were having a great time. all of a sudden, he doubled over, making it obvious to everyone that there was something wrong and he needed a bathroom fast.

except, when you follow him in and he locks the door behind you, there is nothing wrong with him at all, besides the raging boner he was currently sporting. your eyes widened when you saw it, but the casamigos in your bloodstream was stopping you from thinking clearly and the next thing you knew, you were getting eaten out on your friends bathroom floor.

"'toru, fuck, i'm close!" you whisper, holding his head harder and he speeds up, his tongue flicking your clit constantly as his two middle fingers are going to work. when you cum, you cover your mouth with your hand as your back arches off the floor and gojo doesn't pull away. you have to manually drag him away from you and he immediately goes for your lips, making your mouth just as messy as his own.

as the two of you kiss, he sits up and pulls you against his body sitting against the bathtub. you make quick work of his pants and without wasting any time you lower yourself on him. the last thing you expected was for him to throw his head back and let out one of the sluttiest moans you had ever heard. "ahhh fuckkk!"

you quickly slap your hand against his mouth and pray to god that no one heard that. he lifts his head and looks at you with furrowed eyebrows and low eyes, whimpering quietly against your hand at your pussy pulsing around him. "satoru, you've got to be quiet, baby, okay?" you ask and he nods, his cheeks red.

you finally lift your hips and before you could even go back down, a deep groan comes from his throat and you stop again. he gets impatient and pulls you down himself, dropping his forehead against yours as he moves you faster.

"mmph feels too good, can't stop," he says breathlessly against your palm, and you have to drop your head on his shoulder at the speed he was going. he truly was trying his best, but as the two of you went on, his whines got louder and louder until they were hoarse moans.

"im close, im close, please, please, please!" he cries against your skin and you take over, pressing your lips against his in the process. he moans into the kiss, his body going weak when you trade the fast movement for slow, deeper movements.

"you like it, 'toru?" you ask, your lips moving against his. he nods quickly, tears beginning to form in his eyes at the sensitivity of his dick but you don't stop.

"baby please- haaa fuckkk!" he begs squeezing your hips and you shake your head.

"promise me you'll be quiet when you cum," you instruct and he nods furiously, just wanting to feel his orgasm. you take his word for it, partly because you were ready to cum too, but you cover his mouth for safe measures.

you go faster now, grinding your hips down on his, and almost as soon as you start, you feel him start to shake and thrust into you himself. "ah, ah ahhhh fuck, fuck, fuck, cummingggg!"

before you could say anything, he holds you down, his head buried in your neck as he moans in your ear and your orgasm hits as well, spurring him on. "ohh shitshitshit too much too much fuuuck!" he cries, holding your body against his as you ride your orgasm out. right when you finish, you hear a knock on the door and your friend's concerned voice.

"hey, is he okay in there, do you guys need help?" her voice rings out and your eyes widen.

"yeah, he's okay, just drank a bit too much!" you shout back and turn back to look at your boyfriend. "cough," you instruct and he does just that. you reach to the side and flush the toilet and pretend to pat his back. "that's okay, get it all out."

"okay, there's some water in the kitchen for him when he's done," she says and leaves. you let out a sigh of relief and drop your head on a slightly sobered up gojo's chest.

"my bad," he whispers and you roll your eyes as you stand up.

"shut up."

[taodarlington]

LOVE. , wave to earth .ೃ࿐ todoroki shoto

SYNOPSIS : todoroki shoto just can't seem to find the perfect time to tell you how he feels.

NOTES : ask and you shall receive, pt 2(ish) to HARVEY, no use of y/n, fluff

"midoriya."

the freckled boy look up with wide, curious eyes. "hey, todoroki! what's on your mind?"

todoroki shoto blinked. "how do you tell someone of your feelings?" he asked without missing a beat.

midoriya blinked back in equal confusion, completely misunderstanding his words. "..huh? todoroki, are you feeling okay? do you need someone to talk to?" the boy asked, worried about his friend's wellbeing.

todoroki shook his head with an adamant frown. "no. i need.. i need to tell.. someone.. that i have.. feelings for them." he struggled out. cue midoriya's excited stuttering.

"oh! is.. is it-" the poor boy could barely get his own words out, too excited for his friend. "ah, uh, i don't have much experience with things like this.. but maybe you should.. get flowers! yeah, flowers sounds right. or a more personal gift. or food. food always works, right? i don't know, maybe a letter-"

"i don't want it to be big or anything. it just has to be perfect. it has to be. nothing less of that is worthy." todoroki stood with his hands clenched by his sides, a determined look on his face. midoriya nodded. "okay, let's do it! i'll try my best to help!"

the heterochromatic boy didn't need to say anything for izuku to immediately know who he was talking about. it was you, definitely you. the seemingly stoic boy never talked about anyone else the way he'd talk about you, with such care in his voice and that gentle warmth in his eyes.

the next day came around. todoroki knocked on your dorm door very early in the morning, as usual, asking you if you wanted to eat breakfast together like you always did. you nodded with a grin, fixing your hair one last time before grabbing your bookbag and heading down with him into the lounge.

he stood close to you in the elevator, closer than usual. not that you minded. he tended to drift towards you naturally, you noted. he was noticeably quieter, despite the default questions about if you had rested well last night.

when you reached the lounge, he set your usual breakfast of cut fruits and yogurt parfait down in front of you, opting for cold soba himself.

you were in the middle of joking around about how you never saw him eat anything besides cold soba when you noticed a peculiar sight.

todoroki shoto was fidgeting. you went silent, chewing on a slice of apple. "sho, you're super quiet this morning. is something on your mind?" you asked, a bit concerned.

todoroki immediately snapped out if his daze, subtly shaking his head no. "i'm okay. i actually wanted to ask you-"

"hey, good morning!!" a voice suddenly called, interrupting todoroki and forcing his next words to die on his tongue. the both of you turned to see kirishima coming down the stairs, dragging a half-asleep kaminari with him. you and kirishima shared two identical smiles before he saw the food on your plates. "cool, breakfast! is there extra?"

todoroki silently glared at kirishima for unknowingly interrupting him, but it went unnoticed. "no, sorry. i only made enough for two." he replied in a tight voice.

kirishima didn't seem to notice, instead nodding wholeheartedly. "that's fine, todoroki! it's really nice of you to make breakfast for someone else besides yourself! i'll just go check the pantry." he replied, sitting kaminari down at the kitchen island (said blond slumped over and fell asleep on the counter with a quiet complaint about how early school was).

you turned back to todoroki. "shoto, what were you going to say?" the boy sighed. "it.. wasn't important. i'll tell you later. after morning class."

and so, once the bell rang for lunch time, shoto immediately beelined toward you to grab your bookbag, slinging it over his shoulder along with his own backpack.

"are you going to tell me what's been running around in that head of yours, now?" you teased him, walking side by side with the boy.

he nodded, leading you towards your usual table. because the rest of your friends were all in the lunch line to order, you had the table to yourselves for a moment.

todoroki sat down across from you, reaching into his pockets and pushing little origami lilies towards you.

you looked down at his hands, which were fumbling with the trinkets. "sho, what are these for? did you get bored in class?"

todoroki shook his head again. he's been shaking his head a lot today. "i made these all for you." he replied softly, his voice lowering to a soft murmur.

you were lost for words, not expecting the sudden act of affection from him. this never usually happened, as he was always paying close attention to the lectures during class and used study hall to do his homework instead of chatting with others like everyone else. "really? thanks. they're, uh, they're pretty."

the boy visibly brightened at your words again. "listen, i really needed to talk to you about something. it was what i was going to tell you this morning. you see, i actually-"

"hey, you two! what do you think you're doing!? this is lunch time! heroes in training need to have a sufficient amount of food in order to maintain their energy, especially for our classes later in the afternoon!" iida called out as he speedwalked towards the table, with uraraka and midoriya (who had an apologetic look on his face) following.

todoroki was about to tear his hair out. scratch that, he's going to singe it from annoyance and then tear it all out.

he finally found you sitting alone on the steps to the dorm building after classes and afternoon training had ended. he sat down next to you, hands folded in his lap and thumbs picking at his cuticles. you glanced over at him, opening your mouth to speak--

"i have feelings for you."

todoroki paled. he wasn't supposed to say that.

he was supposed to tell you about how beautiful the late afternoon sky was. he planned it all in his head. every detail. he was going to compare you to the sun-- no. he was going to tell you how the sun was merely background in comparison to you. present you with a heartfelt confession. not like.. this. not like he was a stupid little two year old toddler who could barely form coherent sentences.

he tried to save himself. desperately. "i mean, i feel a certain way around you- wait, no-"

you cut him off with your hand placed over his, stopping him from picking at his nails in anticipation.

"shoto, i like you, too."

todoroki stopped miserably sputtering, a bit of color returning to his face. "you.. you do?"

you nodded firmly. "yes, i do. is that what you've been trying to tell me all day?" you asked him with a small smile.

todoroki quickly looked away from you and down at the concrete steps, but you could tell he was a bit flustered by the way his shoulders shrugged up the slightest fraction. "yes. but i was always interrupted, or it was never the perfect time."

you offered him a sweet smile, one of the ones that had his entire world lighting up at the thought of you. the one that was what he was supposed to describe to you about. the one that made the sun look dull and gloomy next to you.

todoroki visibly flushed this time. your other hand reached up to brush his bangs away from his face, your eyes locking with his. "it didn't have to be perfect, shoto. it just had to be right. and this feels right. so, to me, it's perfect."

todoroki shoto returned your words with a wobbly smile. "i'm glad you feel the same way i do."

yeah, this was right. this felt right.

about four hours later, todoroki looked in his mirror to see that the red locks of his hair had, in fact, singed themselves on the ends.

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[pellucid-constellations]

Flightless Bird

Pairing: Azriel x Human!Reader

Summary: Azriel was not supposed to be in the mortal lands. Azriel was not supposed to love a mortal. He couldn't find it in him to care.

Word count: 2k

Warnings: Mentions of injury and death, a little bit wistful I suppose

a/n: I am struggling to write!! So I'm sorry if this is all jumbled and weird 😭 Please enjoy me trying to get my act together I love you allll <3

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Azriel was not where he was supposed to be. He knew that—knew his High Lord would be disappointed at his whereabouts—and he went anyway. 

It was often hard to blend into the mortal lands, but he was not unused to the discomfort that came with slinking around alley corners and plastering his wings to his back. If a human saw him, he would be in greater trouble than a simple tongue-lashing from Rhysand. 

He hadn’t been caught yet. 

“Azriel.” 

Well—he hadn’t been caught by anyone he wouldn't want to be caught by. 

Azriel turned on his heel, his back pressed against the biting cold of the cobblestone alley. You stood before him with a basket on your arm and an accusatory gleam pointed up with your gaze. The collar of your dress was slightly askew and if he looked hard enough, he could see bits of basil on your sleeve hem. 

He fought the smile that edged onto his face, not wanting to mock your exasperation. “Y/n,” he cordially greeted. 

You huffed. “Don’t say that so casually.” 

“Your name?” 

“Your death sentence, more like. You know you shouldn’t be here.” 

Ah, yes—Azriel could not forget that multiple people did not want him meandering about the mortal lands. Rhysand didn’t want him here because of the trouble it could cause. You didn’t want him here because you thought the humans would kill him. A small misconception that he found endearing.

“Why not?” Azriel questioned, tilting his head to the side as you stepped forward. You peered over his shoulder past the mouth of the alley in hurried agitation. 

“How long have you been here?” you asked, brushing off his question. “Has anyone seen you? Here, quickly—most people are at the market event so we can make it to my house.” 

And Azriel had gotten exactly what he wanted the second you wrapped your hand around his forearm. He let you tug him around more corners and watched as you anxiously bit into your lip and fretted for his imagined safety. At one point, he had whisked the herb basket from your arm and held it loosely at his fingertips. You only glanced back at him for a moment, too concerned with shoving him into the too-small front door of your home. 

Azriel set the basket down on the quaint table by the fire and felt his bones settle in the soft glow of your home. While you busied yourself by locking the door and slamming the windows shut, he casually looked around the space and breathed in the spices and rich wood that calmed him. He had difficulty describing this feeling to others, so he coveted it instead. 

The slick of your curtains shutting seemed to end your tirade, and you then turned to him with an exasperated hand on your hip. “I’ve told you to send word if you’re coming. I can ensure you’re not seen, but only if I know you’re here.” 

Azriel was almost positive you didn’t understand he was a spy. He had explained his job to you many times, but you never seemed to take it into account when you were concerned over his stealth in the human lands. 

“I can get around fine. I wanted to find you,” he calmly replied. 

“Why don’t you wait at my house then? Rather than roaming about the streets? You know I’ll end up here eventually.” 

How was Azriel supposed to say that he liked to watch you? That he found joy in seeing you in the woods picking herbs or at the market selling your remedies. No, he figured that would be an odd thing to say to a human, so instead he offered a shrug and you replied with another tortured sigh. 

You pinched the bridge of your nose and murmured his name. 

“I don’t mean to burden you,” Azriel apologized. “I only wanted to see you. It’s been… a while.” 

When you looked back up, all vexation slid from your expression, replaced instead by soft reproach. “Burden me—Azriel, you don’t burden me. I worry for you, but it’s not a burden. Any time you need to use my home for work it’s available to you.”

You never understood. Azriel said he wanted to see you, not use your home. He had offered many of these admittances in the past and you never found their meaning. He had asked Feyre about that in a night of desperation a few months ago. She had sworn not to tell anyone and made Azriel privy to the inferiority humans felt when compared to fae. 

“She probably isn’t even considering that, Az,” Feyre had softly replied, unvoiced confusion twisting her brow. “How did you meet her again?” 

“I don’t need to use your home. Not this time,” Azriel revealed. 

“A short mission then?” 

“I’m not here for a mission.” 

Confusion pinched your expression. “I don’t understand.” 

Azriel took a step forward, shadows splaying out under his boot. The wood creaked. “I told you—I wanted to see you.” 

You uncrossed your arms, allowing Azriel to see your chest rise and fall unsteadily. You looked down to his feet, tracking the small movements he was making towards you, and then caught his eye once more. 

“Is this about Harrison? He hasn’t bothered me since.” 

Azriel’s eyes slipped closed for a moment. Harrison. The good-for-nothing human man who wouldn’t leave you alone for months. Azriel had made up multiple stories for being in the mortal lands around that time—to both you and Rhys. In the end, Harrison moved on and you hadn’t had an explanation for it. 

Azriel had a very clear explanation. 

“It’s not about that, though I am glad he’s leaving you alone.” 

You hummed, the sound perfectly matching your reproachful nod. “Right. So I’m safe. And you don’t have a mission. Why would you need to see me?” 

Feyre had clearly been right; you hadn’t even considered the possibility that Azriel was taken by you. And that made sense. Azriel couldn’t really understand it himself. You were a human—destined for a short life and vulnerable to so many things. 

Azriel would live twenty lifetimes and you would only live one. 

But he couldn’t get you out of his head. 

From that first day he saw you in these dreary lands he had been dreaming of you, unable to have a thought without connecting it back to the softness of your hair or the way your skin seemed to glow under the sun. He had approached you a couple of days after that first look. It hadn’t gone well, obviously, and Azriel had to admit that being punched by a human hurt more than he expected. 

You were nothing if not logical, however, and after getting a few unreciprocated punches in, you stopped and listened to him. He had truly needed help at that time, unrest with a few rogue members of Hewn City sending him your way, and in the best interest of your village, you gave him a place to hide. 

It had been awkward—for him. 

You had been comfortable with him from the start and he was the one shifting in his seat each time you passed. He hadn’t been around many humans, and although the Archeron sisters had given him some experience, they were nothing like you. You yanked him around alleyways and shoved herbs in his mouth that wouldn’t actually heal him. You were stubborn and didn’t take no for an answer and you went headfirst into everything. Azriel could remember a time a couple of months after meeting you that he was sure his heart stopped, your foot slipping on a ladder as you helped him search for human information. 

He was constantly reminded how fragile you were. The bruise he spotted on your wrist now was practically mocking him. 

He knew how fragile you were, and he still came back. He couldn’t help it. 

“Can I not just wish to see you?” Azriel asked, his words now reaching your skin with his proximity. 

Your lashes fluttered. You let out a small breath. “Fancy court life get boring? Needed a reminder of the desolation of the human lands?” 

Azriel had been foolish to think your bite would disappear with a short bout of flustering. “I don’t think they’re desolate. Not with you here.” 

“What are you doing?” you whispered. Azriel watched you fiddle with your sleeve, the darkened skin of your bruise stealing his breath once more. 

His eyes tracked back up to your face. “Do you really not know?” 

The space between you was sparse; any other human would be cowering in fear. 

“Azriel—” 

“Tell me to stop and I will. I’ll leave if you wish for me to.” 

“I don’t want that.” 

“Then tell me what you want.” 

You dropped your hands to your sides, a war waging in your eyes. Azriel was having a difficult time parsing out the opposing sides—if you were scared of him or if you thought about him as much as he did you.

“I’m human. I’m nothing.” 

Azriel abandoned his wonder, reaching his hand up to cup your face. He hesitated, allowing you time to move away from his touch. You didn’t. He took the liberty of holding you between both of his hands rather than one. 

“I’ve never thought that. Don’t say that,” he pressed. 

You looked pained, vulnerability seeping into your usually strong expression. You always had to be strong here. “It’s true. You don’t think I’ve—Azriel, I’ve… felt things for you that I shouldn’t. Wanted things I shouldn’t. But I’m mortal. I’m just a human. And you could have so much more than—” 

Azriel was already shaking his head. He didn’t understand any of this. You were right—in a way. This wasn’t natural. 

Azriel still spoke as if it were. “I don’t care about any of that. I don’t want anything else. The year I’ve known you I have thought of little else.”

“But that’s just it, Azriel,” you began, an incredulous laugh punctuating your words. “A year. A year that I have aged and been changed. A year that feels long and hard for a human and it was nothing but a drop in the bucket for you. You will have centuries of them. You won’t die from sickness or injury or famine. You—we couldn't… I am human.” 

“And I don’t care,” Azriel repeated. His tongue darted out to wet his lips and he readjusted his grip on you. “I don’t understand why, but I don’t, y/n. I know this isn’t sensible and I don’t care. I don’t care if it’s short. I love you.” 

Your eyes widened, words caught in your throat. And Azriel didn’t care if you said it back. He didn’t care if he had made a fool of himself. For the first time in centuries, he loved and he did it without secrecy and fear. 

Maybe it was the brevity of it all. Maybe it was because you belonged to only him, his family unaware of your existence. Azriel didn’t care about the origin. He only cared about you. 

“This can’t work,” you whispered. Logical. Always so logical. 

“It doesn’t have to work. It just has to be.” 

You gripped his wrists, desperation in your eyes. “What does that even mean?” 

Azriel hesitated, and then he kissed you. He pressed his lips to yours and he felt the way your heart beat in the pulsing heat of your skin. You were warm—always warm—and your body moved without the fluidity of fae and Azriel wanted nothing more. He removed one of his hands from your face only to wrap it around your back, pressing you closer, listening to the racing pattern of your heart. 

He kissed you harder and you kissed him back. 

Nothing else mattered—not the logic or the timelines or the aging. 

Azriel’s shadows always tamed themselves around you, seeming to fear any hesitance you may hold, but right now they were rampant in your home, sliding up the windows and humming low songs in his ears. 

And in the depths of Azriel’s chest, hidden so deep he thought it his own beating heart, something tugged.

[gotaksboyfie]

I really want a story about after a hectic day as a Union member, Geum Seongje back to his house, full bruises, a cut, blood stain on his face then the reader (female probably) treat him first, prepare a bath for him and then end up in bath sex lol I know I'm such a gooner over Geum Seongje

quick fix

gif creds: @1liv

pairing keum seongje x female reader

summary when there's a couple problems with the union meeting, seongje comes back later than usual. to your surprise, he's all beaten up. nothing a first aid kid (and bath sex) won't fix

word count 1.4k

warnings/tags smut, small descriptions of blood

you sat on your couch, drowsily blinking tears away after you've yawned for the fifth time. it was getting late. too late. seongje was supposed to be back at nine pm, and it was nearly eleven. he was late for date night. you were going to give him the scolding of a lifetime the second he came back.

snuggling into a pillow, you nearly dozed off again until you heard the front door click.

"seongje?" you muttered sleepily, looking over your shoulder at the door.

a faint grunt came as your reply. then came a slight crashing sound. you jumped to your feet, rushing to seongje.

you gasped as you saw the state he was in, all bloody and bruised. there was an open cut on his cheek, as well as blood coming from just about everywhere.

"oh my god–! seongje, are you okay?" you asked, helping him steady himself.

"just peachy," he muttered, "can you get the first aid kit? i'm going to the couch."

seongje was already walking off despite his wounds. you tsk'ed, that high pain tolerance of his was going to get him killed.

you went to the bathroom cabinets to find it, and you heard seongje drop himself on the couch. there was a loud thump! as he probably all but launched himself at it.

walking back out, you saw seongje's head tipped back with slightly snores escaping. you left for only a few minutes, how was he knocked out already?

"wake up, seongje-ah," you patted his shoulder, sitting in his lap. seongje blinked and sluggishly sat up, closing his eyes.

you get to work, and seongje nearly dozes off multiple times. the small sting of the antiseptic helps keep him upright, but he's just like putty in your arms otherwise.

wiping away the crusted blood on his forehead, you take a moment to appreciate seongje's face. surely his parents do a high five every time they see him (which is never, probably)

seongje is asleep when you finish placing the last bandage. you slowly begin getting up to avoid waking him up. seongje's hand shoots out to hold your waist in place, and he grumbles something incoherent. so much for not waking him up.

gently prying his hand off, it falls limp and seongje lets out a huff. you quickly make your escape and start running a bath. you ran it hotter than normal, hoping to ease any potential aches seongje might have.

"seongje-ah, seongje," you shook him awake, watching drool run down his chin.

"huh?" he yawned, wincing as he nearly reopens the cut on his cheek.

"come, i started a bath for us."

"us? i must be lucky tonight," seongje grins and licks his lips, already eyeing your chest. "i'm sure i'll come alright."

you flush at the implication, "while you're injured?"

"it's barely a scratch," seongje stretches and his joints pop loudly. you disagree, the amount of blood you had to clean said otherwise. although now that you're thinking about it, was it really his blood?

you follow seongje to the bathroom, and he starts stripping. at first you're eyeing him because, well, he's hot. but it soon morphs into concern at the amount of bruising there is on his arms and some on his chest.

"are you okay?! oh my gosh, i didn't notice that before," you hurriedly rush to his side, flipping him around to find any other hidden wounds.

"calm down, it's just a few scratches." seongje waves you off, "but are you going to bathe fully clothed?"

of course this pervert seongje is thinking about your body when he's all battered and bruised. you quickly pull your clothes off, motioning for seongje to get in the bath. he pulls you in after him, making you sit in his lap with your back to his chest.

"been thinking of you all day," seongje presses wet kisses along your nape, one of his hands going to fondle at your chest. "fuckin' union bastards kept me from you."

"i was waiting for you. you came home so late," you bite back a moan, letting out a heavy breath instead. his other hand inches towards your inner thigh, getting closer and closer to your cunt.

"can't fucking stand it when they keep me from you," seongje bites along where your shoulder snd neck meet, making you jerk slightly from the sharpness of his teeth. "was so close to just beating the shit out of everyone."

his fingers find your clit, rubbing harsh circles on it. you tilt your hips upward, seeking more from him.

"you're this wet already?" seongje laughs right next to your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

"told you already, i was waiting," you whined, guiding seongje's hand towards your hole. the first finger slips in without much hesitation, and he adds a second one almost immediately.

"yeah, i can tell sweetheart. you've just been sitting here hoping i'd come home early to fuck you senseless, weren't you?"

his fingers curl, aiming for your g-spot. you let out a whimper as seongje starts fingerfucking you, adding a third after not even a minute.

"seongje– want it– please," you gasp out, throwing your head back onto his shoulders. you can his hard length against your ass, rubbing against it.

"you feel it? i've been dreaming of fucking you all day," seongje chuckles in your ear, lifting you up to slide home. you sink down fully without stopping, letting out a low moan.

you turn your head to your side to pull seongje into a sloppy kiss. the first roll of his hips has you choking on your breath. you can feel seongje smirk, and he grips your hips firmly.

you know he's steadying himself to fuck you senseless from the countless times he's gripped you similarly before. you relax against seongje, letting him take full control. you break from the kiss to catch your breath, moaning directly into his ear.

"that's right sweetheart, just sit there and look pretty. don't gotta lift a finger, all you have to do is take it." seongje growls, watching you bare your neck to him.

staccato moans are punched out of you, and the bathroom is filled with slick sounds of skin slapping and water sloshing with every harsh thrust.

this spurs him on, and he starts going rougher. you can feel the heat building up in your stomach. your hand finds seongje's, interlocking your fingers with his to try and steady yourself.

"you're close? already?" seongje chuckles, "you're squeezing me like crazy sweetheart." his free hand snakes down to rub quick circles on your clit.

"come on sweetheart, let go for me." that's all the confirmation you need. your body tenses up as you reach your peak, your vision even blurring at the intensity of it. seongje fucks you through it and milks out your orgasm.

"gonna– gonna cum, fuck, you feel so good around me," seongje groans, his voice slightly shaky as his thrusts grow sloppy from him chasing his high.

his hands clamp down on your waist with a bruising force. he buries himself to the hilt before he stills, spilling inside you with a ragged moan.

seongje leans against the bathtub, breath uneven and heavy, as he slowly loosens his grip on you.

"seongje.." you let out an airy breath, watching how seongje peeks one eye open at you. he lets out a small hum, waiting for your next words.

"there's water all over the goddamn floor." your voice is flat as you nod your head towards the bathroom floor. your clothes are soaked wet, snd there's giant puddles forming.

"and your cunt is still throbbing around me." seongje raises an eyebrow.

"wh– what does that even have to do with anything?!" you sputter, trying to find the correlation between the two.

"nothing, just seemed like we were just saying the truth. so what if there's water over the floor? that's a problem for later."

"yeah, later when we bust our head open on the sink." you roll your eyes, getting up to turn the shower head back on to rinse off. seongje pulls you down though, slamming you back down before you can pull off his cock.

the movement makes a sudden moan slip out of you. then you realize—seongje never softened up.

"you're so fucking horny," you choked out. seongje just laughs and keeps you seated on his cock.

"you thought i'd be done with just one round?" you can hear seongje's grin, even with your back to him. "we're going for at least three today."

"can't we at least get out of our cum infested bathtub first?"

feeling seongje's dick twitch inside you, you already know that you're gonna need another bath.

fin

a/n yo i did Not know how to end this i'm sorry 💔