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[yasministration]

concussions and interruptions au m.list

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꩜ smut ❀ fluff 𖤓 angsty/angry 𖤐 funny

synopsis: when you accidentally meet harry's parents for the first time, they quickly learn that you're a very sweet girl, but you have a very complicated family. slytherin!reader

✩ concussions and interruptions - You aren’t expecting to meet Harry’s parents for the first time while you share an intimate moment in the hospital wing after he sustains another quidditch injury (❀𖤐)

✩ after curfew - you and harry seem to forget his godfather is doing rounds when you sneak out after curfew (❀𖤐)

✩ it's a date - when harry and his parents see you in diagon alley, they are surprised to see the sudden change in behaviour you have at your parents' presence. but that won't stop harry from getting his kiss. (❀𖤓)

✩ heavy dresses, tight corsets - in the guise of having a sleepover with daphne, you go over to harry's house, where you can finally take this stupid dress off. (❀)

✩ people are watching - it seems that you begin to care less and less who gets to see the true side of your parents. and apparently, so do they. (❀𖤓)

✩ the talk - when james potter catches you and his son making out in his bedroom, he excitedly goes to tell his wife. but he isn't expecting her to call you both down for a talk no one can take seriously. (❀𖤐)

✩ hands full - sex with harry potter makes you lose your ability to think, even when his mother is speaking to him on the other side of the locked door. (❀꩜)

✩ pass the wrench - when james enters his living room and can't find harry to help him fix something, he decides you're fit to help with the job. after all, you're practically already his daughter in law. (❀𖤐)

✩ be my baby - another night at the potter household reveals that you love one of harry's least favourite songs, a.k.a his dad's all time favourite. (❀)

✩ the giant squid - harry and his friends find out you're afraid of the giant squid (❀𖤐) COMING SOON

✩ the glass room - you bring harry and his friends to meet your friend group in the glass room, hidden in the depths of the slytherin common room. (❀𖤐) COMING SOON

✩ in his arms - harry had been right when he told you not to go back home after graduation. but how could you not when your entire history laid there? (❀𖤓) COMING SOON

✩ baby fever - there are too many cute babies in diagon alley, and their innocent smiles and babbling voices make it difficult for you to focus on Lily Potter's story (❀) COMING SOON

✩ who is she - your friends watch how affectionate you are with harry from across the courtyard, and briefly wonder if they've ever seen you so comfortable with a boyfriend before. COMING SOON

other:

✩ introducing the friend groups

✩ how the friend groups react to the relationship

[cinnamorollcrybaby]

cw - stepcest, stepdad!toji x fem!reader, nsfw, mdni

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stepdad!toji who is pretty sure his dick is going to fall off if he didn’t sink it into someone soon, preferably his favorite little bartender who happens to live in his house now.

stepdad!toji who isn’t sure why he and his wife are trying to keep up a facade about their marriage. she wants people to believe it’s for love when it’s never been about that.

when she tries to seduce stepdad!toji with casual sex, he get up and leaves the bedroom, opting to sleep on the couch.

how could stepdad!toji want to have sex with his wife when her daughter is sleeping just a room down?

stepdad!toji who’s pretty sure he’s home alone. his wife is working. megumi is working, and you’re unfortunately working.

the only reason stepdad!toji isn’t at the bar right now with you is because he’s strapped for cash right now. adding two extra mouths to feed, even if you and your mom both work, hasn’t been the most frugal decision. he needs a hit.

a frustrated groan leaves stepdad!toji’s lips. he’s stressed, and his dick is painfully straining the grey fabric of his sweatpants. he’s not wearing any underwear, so the full outline of his dick is visible.

stepdad!toji who pulls out his phone and begins searching for porn videos. he types in your features, needing to get off to the closest thing he can to you.

stepdad!toji pulls down his sweatpants slightly, just enough for his fat cock to slap against his stomach. his tip is an angry, neglected shade of red, and it’s already drooling precum onto his shirt.

stepdad!toji settles into the couch, clicks on the video where the actress resembles you just enough to keep his attention, and he wraps his hand around his cock with a low hiss.

stepdad!toji who starts off slow. he imagines that he needs to be gentle with you. you’re a cute thing that he doesn’t want to ruin right off the bat. he imagines stretching out your pretty cunt, watching it slowly swallow him inch by inch while you whine and cry for him.

stepdad!toji who tilts his head back, only needing the porn video for audio assistance. his imagination is all he needs.

stepdad!toji begins to rut into his fist, picturing that he’s giving you your first dick down from a real man.

stepdad!toji doesn’t hear the sounds of footsteps approaching, but he definitely hears the little gasp. he groans. that’s exactly what you’d sound like when he’s hilted himself in your warm gooey cunt.

“t-toji..?”

stepdad!toji who nearly has a heart attack again because of you. he jolts slightly, covering himself in record timing, but the lewd moans continue sounding from his phone.

“jesus. do you have a death wish, girl?”

stepdad!toji who feels his cock throb when he looks at his stepdaughter, and the small part of him who still has some morals dies on the spot.

“why are you doing that in the living room..?”

“because i pay the goddamn bills in this house. i’ll beat my dick in any room in the house i pay for.”

stepdad!toji feels guilty immediately after snapping at you, but he fucking hates being caught off guard, especially while he was getting close to the relief he needs.

stepdad!toji who sees your eyes wander down to his dick standing up in his pants. his lips curl into a cocky smirk, and pride fills his chest instead. you’re curious about him, even while he’s your stepdad.

stepdad!toji pulls his sweatpants back down, allowing his dick to immediately spring free again. his hand resumes languidly pumping his length. “ya can either sit ‘n watch, or you can go back up to your room. i ain’t stopping.”

returning his attention back to his porn video, stepdad!toji feels a twinge of disappointment when he hears shuffling. he’s sure you went back upstairs to hide out in your room.

that’s until stepdad!toji sees his stepdaughter sitting on her knees in front of the couch.

locking his phone and practically throwing it aside, stepdad!toji rests his eyes on you, his real muse. he slings one of his arms behind his head as he takes on a more relaxed position.

“you curious, doll?”

his hand makes slick sounds from the amount of pre-cum oozing from his tip. he feels like a virgin teenager again.

“i vaguely remember a promise to be ruined the next time you saw me.”

stepdad!toji clicks his tongue, and he angles his dick towards your face, jerking off toward you.

“naughty girl. i bet you’d like that, huh? want me to split you open on my cock right here?”

stepdad!toji nearly blows his load right there as he watches you squirm a little, clenching your thighs together tightly. his words are clearly affecting you.

stepdad!toji, emboldened decides to buck his hips forward. his cock bumps against your lips, smearing his clear sticky fluid across your pretty lips.

“fuuuck, what a fuckin’ sight. marked up in my cum, just like you should be.”

stepdad!toji who sits up now and uses his hand to grab the top of your hair. his fingers tighten around the strands holding you in place.

“gotta be a good girl if you want me to give ya what you want. open your mouth and stick out your tongue.”

stepdad!toji who’s surprised that you don’t even try to deny him. you do as you’re told, giving him a small “ahhh~”

stepdad!toji who can’t hold back any longer. his orgasm takes over by surprise, causing his dick to jerk and pulse. thick ribbons of cum hit your face one by one, primally marking you as his.

stepdad!toji’s hand releases your hair, and he pets your head dotingly. “look at you. such a good girl.”

when stepdad!toji gets up to get a towel to clean you up, he asks why you’re not at work.

“oh, i started my period and didn’t have the energy to get up out of my bed.”

stepdad!toji who doesn’t flinch even flinch from the word period. he’s a grown man who’s comfortable with whatever the human body does.

however, when you told stepbrother!megumi that you started your period and felt like you were dying this morning, he went a little pale in the face. he did offer to get you whatever you needed, but he was clearly a bit scared.

“ya feeling alright now, doll?” he asks, gently dragging the towel against your face to clean you up. “you know, i got something that will help those cramps for ya.”

you roll your eyes, but stepdad!toji continues to grin down at you. his thumb caresses the side of your face as his eyes stay on you. his pupils dilate ever so slightly.

“alright, c’mon. sit with your old man. i won’t try anything unless ya ask me to.”

stepdad!toji who cradles you on his lap for the rest of the day, rubbing your tummy, and watching movies in the living room.

stepdad!toji who feels like things are okay for once in his life.

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[cursed-carmine]

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[reit0o]

sleeping with caleb (ᴗ˳ᴗ)ᶻ

—hcs about sharing a bed with caleb bc i still haven't finished his bday fic :p

☆ caleb has long accepted that he’s never getting his personal space back (good, he doesn't want it anyway). no matter what position he falls asleep in, he always wakes up at the edge of the bed, ass hanging out, with your arms and legs wrapped around him like a koala. he doesn't mind really, because he loves that you still gravitate towards him, even in your sleep.

☆ whenever you get into a petty argument, you make a point of building a pillow barrier between you. when he tries to protest, you just shoot him daggers and turn your back. you can't sleep because of his constant shuffling, but eventually, you knock down the barrier bit by bit, letting him roll over beside you and softly whisper an apology in your ear while he pulls you close. you don’t respond because you’re still upset, but you just let him hold you. and that alone is enough for him

☆ winters in skyhaven are brutal because of the high altitude. so on cold winter nights, you find yourself drawn to caleb because he's just so warm—he's basically a human radiator. when you're feeling cheeky, you like to slide your cold hands under his shirt and laugh evily whenever he flinches

☆ whenever you visit him in skyhaven, he insists on sleeping in your room together. It's not that he dislikes his room, he just prefers being in the space you've curated in his home. he loves being surrounded by things that smell like you, breathing you in while he falls asleep

☆ caleb likes to pretend he's still asleep when you think you've woken up before him. he lets you poke his cheek, blow in his face, tickle his chin, play with his hair until he’s had enough and rolls you over, pulling you into a soul-crushing hug you can’t escape

☆ his favourite time of day is the moment you fall asleep at night, and the moment just before you wake up in the morning. there’s something about your face that looks so peaceful and soft, that makes him fall in love with you all over again. he loves that you’re the first and last thing he sees every day

☆ contrary to what people might think, but caleb loves being the little spoon and being held. he doesn't do it often, but after long shifts with the fleet, there's nothing he loves more than lying on your chest, listening to your breathing while you stroke his hair. his worries melt away instantly, and he always falls asleep faster than usual—some of his best sleeps, honestly.

☆ caleb, the self-proclaimed claw machine master, is a prime example of suffering from your own success. not only does he have to share the bed with you, but with the 20+ plushies that he won and proudly bragged about. now he’s got his own personal plushie (you) snuggled up next to him, along with twenty others, silently staring into his soul

☆ caleb’s bed head is horrendous, and don't even get me started on his morning breath. you love counting all his cowlicks and taking pictures of his messy hair, holding your nose like you’re disgusted. but when he catches you laughing too long, he shuts you up by peppering your face with kisses before pulling you in for one long, deep kiss that leaves you breathless

☆ caleb is a light sleeper, so when he hears you tossing and turning, struggling to fall asleep, he gently pulls you into his chest and starts telling stories, just like he used to when you were kids. you call it childish, but the sound of his voice, soft and steady, is all it takes for sleep to quickly wash over you. and once your breathing slows down and your body relaxes, he whispers a quiet list of reasons why he loves you—one after the other, just for you

a/n- blessing you with a lot bc i couldnt stop at one. i cant be the only one that uses he's secret times as a sleep aid, his voice is so soothing i knock out instantly. short blabber bc i haven't finished half my fics i was meant to post last week. this caleb bday fic has been sitting in my drafts for over a month 🚬🚬

[humanjarvis]

it's nice to have a friend

big glasses and a bowl cut. 

for the bulk of his short life, that was all anyone saw when they looked at zayne.

no one knew much about him, other than how annoying it was when the teachers praised his intelligence. more than a classmate, he was a goalpost. a standard they couldn’t meet. 

more often than not, his head was buried in a book. he found it much more worthwhile to study people than to speak to them. so he hid in the shade, away from the constant chatter and blistering heat of recess.

that day in september, he’d been too busy absorbing neatly stacked paragraphs to process the muffled voice above him—until you lightly shook his shoulder. 

you’d asked him if he wanted to play. they’d said it was his birthday, after all. but after a long pause and bewildered blush, zayne said no. 

the first three times you asked him, zayne said no.

his answer changed when the leaves did. 

in the brisk november air, pushed forward by a gust of wind, he bumped into a rowdy group of older kids. apparently, his murmured apology hadn’t been good enough. 

first, they threatened to snap his glasses. shatter the lenses so he couldn’t read anymore.

the wicked sneers and guesses that he was special came after. 

through it all, zayne hadn't said a word—he didn't have to. 

because before he could decide whether to tell a teacher or walk away, you were blocking him from view as best you could with your shorter frame, glaring at the boys with molten hatred in your heart. 

and when their leader snorted and took a step toward you both, you unclenched your fist and scratched him right across the face. 

zayne had never been one for violence. his parents told him it never solved anything, and he’d always seen more value in helping people than hurting them. 

but the next time you asked him to play, he nodded his head yes.

he was surprisingly good at make-believe—the doctor to your nurse. and when you invited him back the next day, and the next day, and the day after that, zayne felt he’d made his first friend. 

adult zayne still gets teased, sometimes. 

for the way he speaks like a nonfiction narrator. for the way he retreats from interactions and rejects invitations. for the way he’s hard to read unless you’re fluent in the language of him.

but with you by his side, he’s learned to pay it no mind. 

you like his cadence and his reticence and his rigid kind of softness. you tell him all of it, so he doesn’t have to wonder.

and when the crueler slights wear down the barrier you’ve helped him build, you repeat yourself. 

day after day, you save him. just like you did on the playground. 

so when zayne finds himself in linkon’s finest jewelry store, browsing through shimmering stones he never thought he’d have a need for, he knows one thing for certain: his first friend is his best. 

[chaacakez]

This man is not stopping when you say, “just the tip”..

MDNI.

(f!reader)

To be fair. He let you say it. An attempt was made. He just smirks like it’s cute. His big hands cup the back of your neck, cradling the back of your head gently to give you the thought of the hope you're thinking you received. thumb brushing and stroking your jaw real slow and soft, like he’s being sweet.

“yeah? just the tip, huh?”

And you nod all soft, legs open, eyes fluttery and batting at him, squirmin’, your hearts pumpin' fast, already breathin’ heavy and pussy drooling like it knows he’s lying.

Pussy clenching around nothing but the effect of the cold air that comes past you as it sent shivers down your spine and straight to your core. Your hips slightly jerk upwards and your body twitches at nothing. Tightening around nothing as your body protests. You should just give in.

He proceeds in pressing the head of his cock against your drooling cunny, just like you asked right? Real thick and hot and twitchin’. Right against your weepingly wet hole. You gasp, wriggle a little, squirm and writhe under him. Whisperin' something all meek and shaky like,

“j-jus’ the tip, ‘kay? jus’ wanna feel it…nothin else...” you chirp out all soft and cute like. Your eyes flick up towards him. Hoping he’d listen this time. Gaze filled with a weak sense of plea with no signs of control at all, you could at least use your voice to tell him what you want now before it’s gone.

And then. Pop.

Tip's in. Barely.

You sigh like it’s heaven. a breath you didnt know you were holding in was released. But he’s starin’ down at your lil hole like he’s never gonna leave it again.

“…nah, bunny. you knew that wasn’t gon’ work.”

Cause now he’s pushin' in more than the tip.

Inch by inch. Sliding into your walls.

Your lil cunt’s already suckin' him in like it’s desperate, stretching so slow it stings.

You squeal, push at his chest weakly, voice all whiny and whimpery. But he just uses one of his hands and collects both your wrists together and force them above your head to keep your you there from moving. From protesting any further. His unoccupied hand moved down to your thighs and just spreads you wider for him.

“sayin’ just the tip like a fuckin’ tease. tight lil pussy's too greedy for that.”

Pushing further into you anyways. Your back arches. Your voice comes out in a scream. A cry of pleasure. He hits deep. All of him inside of you. Cock heavy, mean, hittin' that spot that makes you go all glossy eyed and useless.

You’re whining now, legs trembling, drool leakin' out the side of your lips.

“nghhh- mmn! f-full, full-can’t--s’too much!-”

He doesn’t stop. Not once. Not even when you cry.

Just chuckles, breath heavy and hot. Leaning in closer to your face as he roughly grips your face to lick the sweat off your cheek. Pulling away to look at how badly he has you ruined.

“shouldn’t talk shit if you can’t handle it, princess.”

He drags out slow, cock all thick and wet from your messy lil cunny, only just to slam back in so hard your tits bounce. Again. And again. Rhythm deep and filthy, tryna rearrange every part of you that ever thought she could say “just the tip” and mean it.

His hand on your throat now, wrapping around it just enough to warn you with the aura of his assertiveness. Forcing you to look at him.

“look so dumb like this. fuckin’ ruined off one cock. cryin’ over somethin’ you asked for.”

You’re twitching underneath him, can’t even form words. Just tiny useless gasps and failed fallen words from your tongue. “uhhnn-uhhn-fuck!” sounds that make him groan into your neck.

And when he finishes. seed running deep, full of heat, spilling all that cum in your sore lil hole. you’re still whimpering, begging for him to stop. But he doesn’t. He stays inside. Cock still hard.

“..not so fast.. m’ not done yet.”

Gojo Satoru,Toji Fushiguro,Eren Yeager,Aki Hayakawa,Sukuna,Kisaki Tetta,Aizawa Shouta,Dabi,Sanemi Shinazugawa,Tengen Uzui

#IHEARTFREAKHUZZ!!!!(absolute cinema)

they diggin in you fr fr 🌚 ….you made that mess f!reader pookie bae……

reblogs, likes, comments, any of that stuff is always appreciated.. smooches!!!! <3

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[aerviee]

Not me. Never me.

"in which they turn to their ex for advice after a fight"

featuring. satoru gojo, suguru geto, kento nanami, toji fushiguro, sukuna ryomen and choso kamo

note. this is my first smau. please be gentle. also i don't think i would do a part two of this since they didn't care about our feelings in the first place why would they care after we leave.

MASTERLIST

part one | part two

[crying-ang3l]

Say it back ♡♡♡

A/n: OMG!! FINALLY! I finished something, wow. I've been writing 3 things at the same time, and oh my.. writing can be troublesome + I've been overthinking everything. This was supposed to be an entirely different fic and it transformed into this. I'm happy with it, of course, but there's another idea running around in my head and ugh.. I'm stuggling to bring it to life.

Anyways, here's a cute little fluff, and rain for ambiance (I'm sorry if you don't have spotify idk how else I can add it) ♡♡♡

♡₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧ Genre: fluff, no warnings Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x gn!reader Featuring: ☆ Needy, sassy, (diva) Aaron ☆ Summary: Aaron wants to hear the most popular 3 words in the world and when a warning doesn't give him what he wants, he finds another way to receive it. (Or sleepy reader gets teased by Hotch) × Starts slow, then hihi haha × × He calls you honey, sweetheart and snugglebug 😭 × W/c: 0.7k ♡₊˚.⋆☾⋆⁺₊✧

×Masterlist×

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It's late.

Street lights pollute the night sky with their artificial shine. Stars are hiding under thick covers of clouds, which stubbornly stretch across every inch of visible space, dragging their heavy, pouting fluff, and bawling all over the city. The persistent and aggressive droplets demanded recognition even inside the houses and apartments of residents, muffling the previous silence.

The tireless hum was spilling between the walls of Aaron's home where you've been waiting in bed until he comes out of the shower. You hear the door of the bathroom open and close. Then, the feeling of a sudden pull caused by the mattress dipping under his weight. Part of the covers slipped from your side, making you frown.

His thick arms wrap themselves around your body, gently pulling you to his chest. His head nuzzles the crook of your neck as he murmurs, "I love you, honey." You can hear his smooth voice but truthfully, all the sounds seemed to be distant.

"Are you sleeping already?" The hushed words vibrated from his chest, echoing in your mind before bringing you back to reality.

"Hm? I'm… no. I'm not sleeping, I'm awake. Were you saying something, love?" You mumbled drowsily, and took a deep breath which turned into a yawn.

"Yes, I love you… you better say it back" he whispered in a cheeky tone, leaving a kiss on your ear. You couldn't help but chuckle, turning around.

His hazel irises, gleamed a shade darker under the dim lights. So pretty, you could get lost in them. What a cliché… such an annoyingly true cliché…

"Sweetheart, are you there?" He smirked, waving his hand in front of your face.

"What are you thinking about so hard, hm? Is it me?" His voice dropped an octave, turning into a purr.

"That sweet smile of yours tells me it must be me." He tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear, before gently grabbing your chin.

His charm almost captured you but another yawn emerged from your mouth, insolently interrupting him.

"Sleepy?" He murmured, rubbing your skin.

"Mhm," you agreed. Eyelids fighting the heaviness which tried to shut them completely, almost succeeding when suddenly–

"Ah!!" You felt a sharp pain on your arm. Your eyes widened from the rude awakening.

He pinched you. What the hell?

"Aaron!" You whined, and he?

Did he just laugh? What's going on? Mr. Sleep is essential to function properly, always rushing you to bed, was currently the one keeping you away from it.

"What was that for?" You folded your arms.

"For not listening to me," he said nonchalantly.

"What?–Ah! Stop!" You complained, feeling another pinch.

"Why would I stop? I thought you loved my attention." That smug smile on his face? Yeah, it needs to go.

"Not like this!" You pushed his hands away.

"No? Why would I listen to you if you're not listening to me, hm?" He grabbed one of your hands, bringing it to his mouth; as if placing a few kisses was going to alleviate your indignation. (And maybe it did work.. just a little..)

"I was sleepy, I must've dozed off. What is it?" Your voice calmed down.

"You– little snugglebug, missed my declaration of love." That was the sassiest voice you've heard him use. And..

"Snugglebug? Wait," you chuckled and rubbed your eyes. "Am I dreaming? Maybe you should pinch me again."

And he did, "Ow!!" I was kiddi–!" His large hand swiftly covered half of your face.

"Shhh.. you're a bit loud, honey," he cooed condescendingly, but with the death glare you shot him? He moved his hand away in an instance.

"Next time, I'm gonna bite your fingers off," you huffed.

"You would miss them too much." A witty comeback? Did you two switch bodies? Was he using 100% of the 5% sass he's made of? What was his deal anyway?

"Aaron, did you wake me up just to tease me?" You grumbled.

"You don't like the taste of your own medicine?" He quirked an eyebrow. You sighed and turned around in defeat. "I hate you."

"You love me." He said softly, kissing your shoulder.

"I love you..."

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[miedei]

roommate!spencer gets home late and you know each other so so so well <3

drabbles mlist | roommate!spence fic

roommate!au drabble inspired by an alisha (@siriuslylantsov) voice message and our shared roommate au obsession

When Spencer walks in, the apartment is quiet, but not silent. It’s not the mute nature of an empty home, but instead there’s a lived-in undertone to it. 

The faint sound of your white noise machine reaches him from your room, the car noises that float in through the kitchen window you always forget to close, and, if he strains his ears, he can hear the repetitive, rocking sounds of your breathing. 

Despite the exhaustion that weighs down his shoulders, he feels warmed from inside out. Seeing the living room in the dim moonlight sends a tremor of deep affection and comfort through him. After days and days on this case, sleeping in the unfamiliar hotel room, hunching over maps and interviewing suspects, he’s been craving the ease of home. 

Glancing at the grandfather clock shoved up against the left wall, Spencer winces. Three am. Setting his messenger bag down on the couch, he slowly pads through the apartment, darting into the kitchen to close the window (and to scarf down a handful of dry cereal). Next, he heads for his room, tapping in the code to his gun safe. Removing his holster, he carefully places it inside, locking it away. 

His mind seems to go on autopilot at this point, all his thoughts quieted into a low buzz in the back of his head. Without much contemplation, he goes through the motions of changing, brushing his teeth and washing his face (with your cleanser). Just as these actions are routine, so is his next one. 

Quietly, he walks across the hallway from the bathroom, softly pushing open your door. Pacing slowly over to your bedside, he can’t help but smile, seeing how you’ve tangled yourself up in the sheets, half your body uncovered. 

Like he does most nights he’s home, he picks up the water bottle on your nightstand, the weight of it indicating that it’s empty. He knows that you’ll probably wake up obscenely early, your throat dry. If the bottle stays empty, you’ll have to get out of bed for a glass of water, and then you’ll be too awake to go back to sleep. 

So, like he’s done countless times before, Spencer grabs the bottle, walks into the kitchen to fill it up, and returns to your room. 

Placing it on your nightstand again, he lingers for a moment, feeling the fatigue of the last few days wearing him down. He reaches down slowly, making sure his touch stays light. Brushing against the hair that covers your face, he can feel himself trying to return to his body. His mind is still far, far away, however. A sigh rushing past his lips, he retracts his hands, walking out of your room and shutting the door behind him. 

When you wake up, sleep weighing down your eyelids, the first thing you notice is that it’s pleasantly warm. There are no sounds coming in from the street. Instead it’s more quiet, as if all the windows have been closed. 

The next thing you feel is the nagging dryness at the back of your mouth. Rolling over in bed, you grope blindly on your nightstand. Despite remembering draining your bottle dry before you went to sleep, you’re hoping against hope that there’ll be a few drops left at the bottom. 

When your fingertips find purchase against the metal, you’re surprised to find the bottle heavy to lift, somehow full. After gulping down several mouthfuls, it's only then that you have the wherewithal to actually process what you’ve noticed. 

It’s still dark. The windows are closed. Your bottle filled. This has happened before, and you know exactly what that means.

Somehow tired out by that feat of cognitive excellence, you place your bottle back down, shifting to sit up on your bed. Allowing your mind to fall back into the welcome embrace of half-sleep, you grip your blanket around your shoulders, standing with a wobble. 

Following the route that your feet know better than your brain, you shuffle into the hallway, down a few doors before pushing open the wooden door. 

Half-lidded eyes fall on the lump under the navy-blue covers, and your shoulders droop impossibly further, drawn to the softness of that bed. Without another thought, you pad forward, flopping unceremoniously on the bed next to Spencer. 

Drowsily rearranging both your and his blankets so that you’re both covered up, you slot in behind him, your knees flush against the backs of his. Burying your face in the surprisingly wide expanse of his back, you exhale, melting against his warm body. 

A sleepy grumble emanates from his chest, and he shifts, one large hand moving to rest atop the forearm you’ve got slung over his middle. 

The apartment is quiet, the windows are closed and both of you are quickly caught by the tendrils of sleep.

[blood-smiles]

𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐘𝐎𝐔, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐈𝐍 ⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄! 𝐋𝐀𝐖𝐘𝐄𝐑 𝐗 𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

After a day of hard work you deserve a break, don’t you think so? Well, if that’s the case I’m sure your adoring lover is waiting with open arms!

You best hurry, you don’t want the water to get cold, do you?

It isn’t rare for Alejandro to suggest to bathe together, in fact, he wished the both of you could enjoy a warm bath together more often.

The act of being naked in each other’s company isn’t always intended to be sexual. The love between you is much more than skin deep, it’s something intimate, sacred even.

You could love the other in their most natural state, without a cage of fabric stopping you from feeling the each other’s warmth.

The air was of passion with the slightest hint of ‘Rose vanilla’. You tried out that riveting word on your tongue once again, Passion—A gentle flame of fervent adoration, unique to you, only your (delicate/calloused/steady) hands could hold that fire without getting burnt.

Sultry candlelight casted upon Alejandro’s unblemished fair skin, his deep scarlet eyes flitted to your form.

You could get lost in those stunning hues any day, they were hot and alive like blood, like the substance that runs through your veins.

He had removed his glasses, his stunning hair pooling over his shoulders and dipping into the warm soapy water.

“Join me, won’t you?” He coaxed, arms moving and water sloshing in the tub.

You stared for a while longer, his face really was one of a masculine maiden, you quietly admired the small details of his perfect features. His side profile was that of a delicate doll. Alejandro’s nose bridge was tall, the tip of his nose was upturned and his jawline was sharp but still elegant. It was as if he had been molded carefully by a master sculptor. He was the perfect balance of fragility and strength.

You couldn’t help but look down at his lips— Full and plump, a soft shade of cherry blossom pink and possessing the sweetest, most perfect cupids bow you had ever seen. Ah! How could you forget that pretty dot of melanin below those lovely lips. 

You wondered how his lips would look in a scarlet lipstick shade, oh.. how you would love to witness such a display.

A deep chuckle resonated from the object of your admiration, dragging you back to the moment.

You cleared your throat and hurried to undress, the act of removing the day’s clothes was as if shedding a second skin and putting your worries to air out. You exhaled gently, brushing some hair behind your ear as you slowly submerged your body in the lukewarm water.

You closed your eyes in bliss, shoulders relaxing completely as you sunk further in the water. You felt like a rubber ducky drifting peacefully on a blanket of bubbles.

You were so in your zen that you didn’t even notice the soft sound of movement in the bathtub, you barely even registered that you weren’t leaning against the cool ridge of the bathtub anymore but on the soft heaving chest of your significant other.

His long, slender fingers ran over your slick skin, rubbing oils into your aching muscles, lathering soap over your hair peppering your neck with chaste kisses as he did so.

“Long day?” He asked, the deep, velvety timbre of his voice lulling you into a bit of a half conscious half unconscious state.

You simply answered with a hum, resting the back of your head in his shoulder, accidentally giving him even more skin to mark with little bruises.

You sat between his legs, watching rose petals floating around the bathtub like little fish.

Alejandro always found a way to snake romance into each and every one of your interactions, be it with a kiss in your cheek, carrying your bag or just.. being there, hand grasping yours tightly.

You felt his violet tresses sticking to your temple, the silky feeling against your skin making you being a hand up to swipe it from your face.

“My turn..” you murmured, scooting away from

him and gesturing for him to turn around. He smiled tenderly, turning his back to you and pulling his damp hair out on his back.

You always admired his long hair, your fingers slid through the strands finding not a single knot.

You helped him wash his hair, not missing a moment to not touch his pretty locks. You carefully rubbed in soap, praising the softness of it while you washed the suds off.

You dragged a fingernail over the various beauty marks in his skin, looking like intentionally placed ink dots. Your finger ventured down his spine, causing Alejandro to straighten his back in reflex. You felt the shiver climb down his vertebrae, quickly removing your touch before he could get.. frisky.

He peered at you from over his shoulder, if you hadn’t payed a little more attention you’d missed the slight pout on his lips.

Suddenly water splashed on your face, you gasped in faux offense, putting an appalled hand on your chest as you replied with another splash of water his way, wetting his already drying face again.

His fringe stuck to his forehead, his expression lighting up with amusement.

“Ah.. I see how it is..” he teased, raising his arms playfully before pouncing like a cat capturing a yarn ball.

He laughed as he caught you, arms tightening around you in an all consuming death grip, like a boa wrapping around a defenseless mouse.

“Got you!” He whispered-yelled in your ear with the most obvious undertone of pride and snark. He bit your cheek affectionately, chest pressing against your back so closely you could feel the steady drumming of his heart.

 You giggled, letting him drown you in his overly sweet gestures. Hands gently holding onto his own, your fingers had begun to prune, the wrinkles on your pads reminding you it was time to get out of the water.

The water had begun to turn cold, yet another reason why to dry off and retire to bed.

“Your hands are getting all pruned..” Alejandro noticed, his hand interweaving with yours as he inspected your palm close up, eyes squinting lightly.

“Let’s dry off, okay?” He emerged from the bathtub, drying his body off briefly before turning his attention to you, gesturing for you to follow after him.

He swaddled you in a large towel, rubbing the water off you, making sure he doesn’t miss a spot of undried skin or hair.

 As he worked, you looked out the window, admiring the way the moon looked in the sky, the stars twinkled like one of those old fairy tale movies.

Alejandro admired you this time, his gaze lingered, adoring and revering. He pondered how he acquired such a perfect person? How you would willingly give him something as precious and rare as your love?

To him, you were far more beautiful than any flower, brighter than any star and more precious than any rich a stupid mortal like him could acquire, he wondered— After all this pain he had endured, were you his reward? 

His hand held your face, his kiss was feather-light a soft brush of his lips against your forehead. The hand cradling your head trembled, as if he would tighten his hold you would crumble like a fragile sugar cube. Time seemed to slow, the only thing registering in his ears being the soft breathing coming from your form, the warmth of his love lingered like fairy dust in the air, he turned your gaze to him, thumbs rubbing against the apple of your cheeks.

“Oh, my love..”

Deep violet stuck to his cheekbones, garnet eyes   glistened, his throat bobbing before finally speaking.

“I would scorch my hands time and time again with your light just to graze a hair on your head.

I would set myself on fire if that meant I would be allowed to burn alongside you, mi dulce lucero.”

There was an ask that requested bathtime with Alejandro!! Took me like 200 years to write because I was having trouble thinking on what to make him do but uh!!! Here you go!! I hope it’s to your liking!!

also.. Take a listen to the song “Tuyo” by Nico Play!! It’s AWESOME!! I listened to it like 30 times while writing this :p !

[kamospeach]

three's a crowd

starring: nerd!gojo x popular!reader x jock!suguru content warning: threesome duh, spanking, mating press, oral m!recieving, lil aftercare, boyfriends that are boyfriends, not that much tbh :P peachy's yap: chat i actually loved writing this ! pls give me more pairings in my asks hehehe

“20… 21… 22… fuck s-s-suguru c’mon.” satoru panted counting each slap suguru sent to your ass while his cock suffocated in his pants. If anyone in your college knew what the three of you were doing, you’d be shunned. How many girls get to say they have the most popular athlete and the richest guy on campus in their bed? How many girls get to say they got to fuck their hot best friends at that.

Rumors went around about the three of you. People claimed you had the men in some sick reverse harem (don’t let them see you with nanami, too, the rumors would fly like a bird). But I mean, they weren’t too far off; it wasn’t an harem, it was an occasional threesome here and there.

“I won’t stop until Satoru stops trying to help himself,” Suguru said, and that scared poor little Satoru straight. His legs were spread and his fists were balled tight as he counted your next 5 smacks. The two of you were leaking while Suguru’s bulge was pressed against your tummy, that laid over his lap. “You’re such a good boy, Satoru, maybe you could teach y/n how to listen like you.”

This was all because Suguru got jealous. He always ran every man you met away, and this new guy you were serious about. So when suguru asked, you refused to give him any details about the man. Satoru tried to stand up for you, but that only got him in just as much trouble as you.

“Sugu…” you whined as he rubbed your clit slowly in small circles. Your legs were shaking from the overwhelming pleasure, your pleading eyes beaded with tears. Satoru was torn between the two of you, wanting to be submissive for Suguru but dominant for you.

“You want Satoru to teach you?” he asked, beckoning Satoru over, and he wasted no time coming over to the two of you. You nodded eagerly, reaching out to rub his poor throbbing bulge.

Suguru smirked he was a freak, and he loved watching Satoru switch. Nothing got him more aroused than watching the two people he loved the most be intimate. He was having the time of his life watching your body lay at the end of the bed while satoru fucked into you like he was deprived.

Neither of them even bothered to take off your clothes for your planned coffee date. Your shirt still on, a tit threatening to slip out, skirt bunched up by your waist, and your fishnets ripped.

The way your legs were pressed to your chest and Satoru’s body leaned over yours. He was so close to spilling his cum all over satoru’s round ass. His cock rubbed against his ass every time Satoru thrusted in and out of you. 

“You think she’ll finally learn her lesson, Toru? Think she’ll be a good girl for us?” Suguru whispered in Satoru’s ear, but you heard it anyway. Satoru was fucking you so good your eyes were rolled to the back of you head. But that still didn’t stop you from commenting.

“F-fuck.. hah… both of you,” you said, words broken up by your pornographic moans. Usually, Suguru was the one who got angry at your vulgar words, but this time, something snapped in Satoru His thrust sped up and his rhythm became sloppily and he fucked you senseless.

“Looks like you made him angry, baby. Open your eyes, look at him while he fucks you,” he instructed sending a rough smack to satoru’s ass making him whimper. You forced your eyes open, immediately looking into those big blue eyes that were two shades darker out of anger.

“It’s fuck me? That’s what you said?” he asked, his voice strained, throat dry as a desert from the series of events. His glasses were fogged up, and sweat dripped from his forehead. Suguru didn't say anything, just quietly moved from behind Satoru and knelt next to your head. His fat cock above your face and stroking his cock to the look on your fucked out face.

“Mmm toru…” You whined, looking Suguru in the eyes, knowing how he felt about eye contact. His cock twitched in his hands with each pump just from the way you looked at him.

“P-please make her suck it sugu, w-wanna see her mouth stuffed with you.” satoru whined begging his hips slowing to a halt as he hyperfixated on the two of you.

“Open for me pretty,” he instructed you to open your mouth. The minute your mouth opened he was fucking your throat mercilessly. Your jaw was hurting from the jump, and your gags were music to his ears. The sloppy spit and your teary eyes were enough to have the two men filling you full. “want you to cum with me toru, can you hold it until i’m ready?” he asked and toru moaned with a small nod.

“Yeah, I can… hah… i can wait.” his eyes were trained on the spit that bubbled around suguru as he fucked your throat. Your mascara was running down your eyes, and lip gloss was still on your lips. “Can… can y/n cum with us too sugu please?”

Hearing him whine and beg had you clenching around him. He was always so caring, always asking for you, caring about you, even when he knew Suguru would get mad. You looked up at Suguru's eyes, matching Satoru’s pleading words.

“Mhm,” he hummed, grabbing Satoru’s chin, kissing his wet lips still fucking your throat. The sight was enough to make you moan, which caused Suguru to groan in Satoru’s mouth. Satoru was rubbing your clit while fucking you making your pleasure double fucking you harder than before.

It was obvious they both were starting to chase their highs, rushing to finish. You were getting closer and closer to finishing, and you were hoping so were they. You resorted to playing with Suguru’s balls, a weak attempt at milking him, knowing he was the one who lasted the longest.

“Sugu m’ready…” Satoru, whined, looking up at him with those blue eyes, pouting as he felt his climax piercing through him. 

“Wait one more minute for me, Toru, you’re doing so good, so are you y/n you’re both so good.” he was clearly rambling now. Which was a tell-tale sign that he was closer than he let on. “So wet, so hot, fuck m’cumming. Shit.” 

“On one, mkay?” Gojo said, and the two of you nodded ready to cum when ever gojo finished the countdown. “3… 2… 1,” he said as he released inside you, the sight of your body convulsing and suguru’s dick twitching in your month had him unload more cum than usual. 

Suguru kept his cock in your mouth until he was completely drained. He used his thumb to open your mouth removing his cock letting it slap against your face. You stuck out your tongue, showing him you swallowed it all, panting like a dog. Out of breath wasn’t even the word to explain how you felt; you were exhausted. 

You could tell it wasn’t over for Satoru, Suguru still had a hungry look in his eyes. But sweet satoru was fucked out dick lip on his tummy as he laid next to you. You pushed the hair out of his face, giggling at his drowsy eyes. You leaned down, kissing his forehead, out of nowhere, hands gripped your waist, lifting you from the bed.

“Gonna start you a bath, Satoru’s not done yet.” Suguru smiled as he turned on the water for you.

“W-wait, huh, what do you mean?” Satoru asked, and Suguru ignored him as he made sure your bath was nice and warm. He even added a little bath bomb in there for you while Satoru was begging for answers. “Hey. Suguru! Don’t be like that man!” 

[judesmoonbeauty]

This is the 95k bonus story for the event. Fan translation only. Accuracy not 100%. Please expect grammatical errors. Creative liberties are taken. Cybird owns everything. Re-blogs are appreciated, but please do not post my translation elsewhere, claim them as your own, or use them without my permission. Thank you for your support! ☾.

There once was an organization called Amour.

After a couple swore their love to each other and were married, they were given poisoned wine to drink at the end of the ceremony, which killed them.

The insane idea of making the couple’s love eternal through death had caught the eye of Crown.

Amour was then brought to an end, or at least it should have been.

Dazzling stained glass, a white dress, a white veil—

And there was Jude standing next to me in a tuxedo.

It’s a familiar scene, but it’s certainly not a real wedding.

(Never thought I’d have two weddings with Jude for a mission…..)

As I tightened my arm around him, Jude looked at me for a moment, but quickly returned his gaze to the front.

Our mission is to conduct an undercover investigation of Tiamo, a place that emerged from the remnants of Amour.

The goal is to retrieve evidence of their numerous crimes, and then condemn them.

Minister: Do you solemnly swear to cherish one another, and love each other in sickness and in health?

Shortened from 'Tiamo Minister' to 'Minister'.

Startled by the minister’s question, I looked up.

The plan was to confront the minister, who is the head of Tiamo, about the crimes it’s committed, but Jude simply looked straight ahead in silence.

Kate: Uh….Jude?

When I tugged on his arm as if to say “Isn’t this it,” he finally spoke.

Jude: For us, we’ll curse each other till we die.

Amethyst eyes turn to me, and meet mine through the veil.

Jude: I’m ready fer that, how ‘bout you Kate?

It’s so him to not say something like, “I swear.”

But I'm so happy that my eyes well up with tears, even though I know it's a sham wedding.

(I’m probably more happy about this, than simply agreeing to vows.)

Cursing each other until we die, is the same as saying we’ll live together our entire lives, so I respond while fighting back tears.

Kate: …..Yes. I swear to curse you until I die!

Jude: Huh?

Kate: Ah—

(Shoot, I messed up!)

Whatever emotions I felt earlier have vanished, and I feel so embarrassed I’m about to cry.

(Why did I fumble at such a crucial part…!)

I told myself repeatedly that it was okay, that this wasn't the real thing, and it was just a fake wedding.

Minister: Now, seal your oath with a kiss.

The veil was lifted and my eyes met with Jude's.

He looked down at me, smiling faintly.

I close my eyes, waiting for his lips to fall, but—

Kate: Mngh…

For some reason, my nose was being pinched instead.

Kate: What are you doing?

Jude: Yer makin’ all kinda faces. It’s so amusin’ that I wanted to watch it a bit more, but time t’stop.

His focus then turned to the assembled staff.

Jude: Whose wantin’ to sneak a peek at my princess’s kissin’ face? I’ll charge all you scum fees.

The employees gathered inside the church began to grow agitated.

Jude released my nose and stepped forward to shield me.

Jude: Ever heard of Amour? It’s a group that murders people by making ’em drink somethin’ they say’ll make their love last forever.

The air in the room changes instantly.

Jude: Looks like yer the offshoot o’ that group. Where’s the missin’ people, didja kill ‘em off?

As he spoke in an inflammatory tone, the gentle countenance of the minister turns stern and his voice raises.

Minister: Just who are you both?!

When they all pointed their weapons at him, Jude’s smile twists.

Jude: Ya gotta choice. Either get captured or get killed. Which one ya want?

A brawl breaks out in the church and Jude fights back the staff.

Although he was outnumbered, he held onto my waist and fought back effortlessly.

Punches and kicks were thrown around as he laughed over and over.

However, he used his ability on the weakened staff, putting them to sleep one after the other—

Jude: This’ll work.

He picks up a nearby candlestick and hurls it at the minister.

Jude: Why’re you tryna scamper off.

Minister: KEUGH……

The candlestick pierces his heart, and bright red blood spreads across the floor.

He kills the minister with a single blow and snorts derisively, but the door opens and armed staff pour in.

(It’s never ending.)

Just as I started feeling impatient…

Jude: Ellis, handle it.

Suddenly, Ellis dropped down from above and blew the staff away.

Kate: Ellis?!

Ellis: Sorry for startling you. Actually, Jude told me to send some people to the lab, so I was standing by.

Ellis: Kate, your dress is lovely. It really becomes you.

Kate: Aw, why thank you ver—Kyaah!

While I was looking at the both of them, Jude suddenly lifted me up and carried me on his shoulder.

Jude: Quit talkin’ ’n get to work, we’re leavin’.

Ellis: Mm, got it.

Kate: H-Hey, Jude?!

While Ellis was busy taking down the staff, Jude carried me out of the ceremony hall with me not knowing what was going on.

[Transitions to Jude’s room]

Kate: I didn’t realize Ellis was there….

When we returned to his room, I was lowered onto the bed, and I removed the veil.

Jude: Only called him there to pick up the people bein’ sent to the lab.

Jude: It’s a pain dealin’ with a buncha small fry like that, so it worked out.

He let out a heavy sigh and sat at the edge of the bed.

(Oh, so that’s why he put the staff to sleep and said I didn’t need to do anything…)

Usually he would have tortured them to the end, and enjoyed watching their faces warp in pain.

But if he wanted to send them to the lab, then it makes sense he’d use his ability.

(So I guess the mission’s all wrapped up.)

The minister who held the most power was condemned, the staff who attacked us were taken down, and some were sent to the lab.

All that remains is to report it’s crimes, which will be handed over to the police, and then Tiamo will be no more.

My strength gave out and I fell backward on the bed, then Jude looked down at me.

Jude: It’s the second time I’ve seen ya in a dress, white suits ya too.

Kate: What?

I was so elated at the sudden words that I tried to sit up, but he stopped me with his hand.

Jude: Well, ain’t no way a villain’s woman’s pure white.

Leaning over me, his lips draw closer.

I smiled back and spoke before our lips met.

Kate: I’ll be the one to choose whether to wear black or white for the real thing.

He blinked at what I said, staring at me frozen for a moment.

Jude: What, ya wanna marry me?

Kate: Um……

To be honest, I’d like to someday.

However, I know how important a marriage agreement is to Jude.

So, when I hesitated to respond quickly, his brow creased deeply.

Jude: Why dont’cha say yes, got some other bloke ya wanna be with?

Kate: No, I don’t! I want to be with you, Jude.

Kate: But you- Mmn….

Our lips overlap and a slightly rough kiss steals my words.

Jude: Toldja I was ready fer it ya idiot, I ain’t thinkin’ ’bout it.

When our lips parted, Jude smiled gently in front of me—

Jude: Ya hafta take responsibility fer cursin’ me.

Our lips touch again, and our bodies sink into the bed.

When I closed my eyes, I thought I could see the curse shining on my ring finger.

[Event Master List]

Oh my Jude, your possessiveness is showing ♥

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[cinnamorollcrybaby]

cw - stepdad!toji, age gap, dead dove, nsfw, mdni

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stepdad!toji who had a long-term platonic friend (more like coworker) fall on hard times while he was also scraping by for cash.

stepdad!toji who thinks its a brilliant idea to marry said friend for tax benefits. he’s never gonna get married again for love anyways. been there. done that.

stepdad!toji who doesn’t think twice when she mentions that she has a grown daughter. he’s got a son at that same age, so why would he care?

stepdad!toji who doesn’t wear a ring, doesn’t ever tell anyone he’s getting married, and definitely still gives cute young things like his favorite bartender all of his attention.

stepdad!toji who flirts with you all night long while you’re on shift. he’s halfway leaned against the bar top, telling you that the boys your age just won’t cut it. you need a real man to take care of you.

stepdad!toji is just about to take you home with him right before you receive a phone call from your mom, telling you that you need to come home as soon as you’re off work. she apparently has news to tell you.

stepdad!toji sighs and begrudgingly walks you to your car with a raging boner straining through the fabric of his sweatpants. he was looking forward to finally getting his favorite bartender on his cock.

stepdad!toji who leans into your car and presses a kiss to your forehead before whispering a promise to ruin your cunt next time you two meet.

stepdad!toji who goes home alone that night and fucks his fist not to the thought of his future wife, but to the thought of you… his pretty little bartender.

stepdad!toji who has to inform his grown son that two women are moving into the place soon, and megumi’s gonna have to share his room with his new stepsister for the time being.

stepdad!toji who greets his friend future wife with a nonchalant grunt as she walks into his place with her bags in hand, ready to move in.

stepdad!toji who damn near has a heart attack as he sees his favorite little bartender walk into his place next.

stepdad!toji who can’t pull his eyes off of you as your mom introduces you to him, but he already knows all about you.

stepdad!toji who knows he’s gonna beat his dick raw from living with cute thing like you in the house.

part two..?

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[decayingearf]

i see you write for supernatural😏. can i get a mfn uhhhh … season one!sam x reader like stanford sam. how he get down in them dorm rooms. omgg who said that?😱

(omg it must’ve been the wind? anyhow here’s stanford sam!)

✗ warnings; 18+, mdni, pinv (doggy style), drunk hook up, established consent, animalistic!sam, light after care (if you squint)

[a/n: now hold on, im sure you’re thinking this is some rapey drunk sexual assault, no. both people are consenting, its just a drunken hook up. whoever comes up with the best name for this fic, wins!]

𝘀𝘆𝗻𝗼𝗽𝘀𝗶𝘀; you run into your classmate at a party, do you talk to him or brush him off?

you really didn’t even want to go to that stupid party. everyone had class tomorrow but from the looks of it, they could care less.

“you gonna be okay by yourself?” your friend asked over the blasting music, “yeah im just gonna be a-“ hell if they cared. ‘yeah’ was all they needed to hear. no specifics.

you sighed walking away from the overcrowded living and into the kitchen. that wasn’t an easy task either, seeing as everyone was wasted. “‘scuse me..’scuse me” you state pushing past people. you finally make it to the drink table fixing yourself a vodka cran.

you notice some guy you know from your criminal justice class, babysitting a beer. “hey you’re, [𝜗𝜚], right?” he questions as you look up at him offering a friendly smile “yeah..do i know you?” you make small talk.

“uh—sam, criminal justice, fifth row?” he lists as you feign remembrance “right right, i totally remember you sam” you giggled. “no that was kind of stupid huh? thats my bad” the giant raised his hands in surrender.

large hands, strong grip, lord have mercy.

“you uh—you here with anyone tonight?” he spoke up after a beat or two. he’s doing the thing, you can tell. “my friend, shes..” you trailed off looking around the room not spotting her, “she’s somewhere around here” before sam chuckled lightly.

you sip your drink settling in the silence, it’s comfortable.

time goes by rather quickly as you and sam just chat mostly. you can tell that the drinks he’s had is making him more cocky. he’s making all sorts of comments from ‘yeah, i changed my major..” to ‘you wanna get out of here?’.

12:03 am

“nguh!” you moan out as sam thrusts into you faster from behind, “hmph” he growls before slapping your ass and grabbing your hips to force you back again.

“fuck, oh my gosh” you shout as your arms give and you fall head first into the bed. sam pushes further on your arched back as he continues fucking you senseless.

all to be heard was; skin slapping, muffled sentences, and animalistic grunts n groans.

“stay like that, dont move” sam groans referring to your ‘face down, ass up’ position. this way seems like you can feel just how deep he is.

“oh my gosh! fuck, don’t stop” you cry out as it gets muffled into the bed sheets which you’re holding onto for dear life.

sam soon feels his orgasm creeping up which is the only reason why he’s slowing down as we speak. “fuck right there” he grunts as his resolve snaps and hot white lines are coating your clenched walls.

sam kept going until you caught up with your own climax. he collapses next to you “c’mere” the man nods you over before kissing your temple and letting you rest on his chest.

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PUBLIC MENACE

synopsis. gojo thinks you’re the real troublemaker for being too cute in a crowded café. contents. SFW, tooth-rotting fluff, gojo being gojo. notes. my first ever imagine. be gentle with me please.

MASTERLIST

it’s not your fault.

you were just sitting there, minding your own business, sipping an iced matcha latte and flipping through the menu at your favorite café in shibuya. your sundress was modest — okay, maybe it had a bow at the back and a slightly twirly skirt, but you hadn’t dressed with intentions. you’d only planned to meet your annoying, cocky, ridiculously attractive boyfriend for lunch.

and then satoru gojo walked in like he owned the entire ward.

he spots you in a second, even though the café is packed. his eyes — though hidden behind his signature black sunglasses — lock onto you like a homing missile. and you already know, from the smile tugging at the corner of his lips, that he’s up to something.

you watch him approach with that confident, lazy gait — hands in pockets, white hair slightly mussed, jujutsu high hoodie casually slung over one shoulder. he looks like he belongs in a commercial, or worse, a fanfiction.

he drops into the seat across from you and doesn’t even glance at the menu. instead, he leans in, rests his chin on one hand, and grins.

“your cuteness,” he says, voice low enough to feel like a secret, “is making everyone stare. stop it.”

you blink.

then you scoff. “excuse me?”

gojo tilts his head, as if he’s genuinely concerned. “i’m serious. that thing you’re doing with your lips while reading the menu? adorable. that little crinkle in your nose when you’re trying to decide if you want fries or mochi pancakes? weaponized cuteness.”

you raise a brow. “you’re the one who walked in here looking like an off-duty k-pop idol. if anyone’s getting stared at, it’s you.”

he shrugs, completely unbothered. “that’s different. i’m always stared at. but you?” he leans even closer, and you can smell the faint trace of his cologne — something fresh, clean, dangerously addictive. “you’re my secret weapon. my greatest weakness. my biggest distraction.”

you roll your eyes, trying to suppress the heat crawling up your neck. “you’re being dramatic.”

he rests his cheek on his palm and smiles wider. “and you’re blushing. which, by the way, is also making everyone stare.”

you glance around. a few people are sneaking peeks. whether it’s at you or at gojo is anyone’s guess, but you pretend to hide behind your menu anyway.

“i should’ve picked a quieter place,” you mumble.

he hums in agreement, but there’s mischief dancing in his expression. “but then i wouldn’t get to show off how cute my girlfriend is to the general public. i mean, look at you. you're like a cupcake with legs.”

you shoot him a look. “you’re so weird.”

“weirdly in love,” he corrects, and then groans dramatically, placing a hand over his chest. “god, even your annoyed face is cute. what am i supposed to do? you’re out here breaking hearts, babe.”

you snort. “the only heart i plan on breaking is yours if you keep talking like that.”

“ooh, threats. now that’s hot.”

you try to stay irritated, but it’s difficult when he’s beaming at you like you hung the stars. even when he’s being obnoxious — especially when he’s being obnoxious — he manages to make your heart skip. you glance down at the menu again, hoping he’ll stop staring.

he doesn’t.

you sigh. “do you want to order or just keep flirting?”

he smirks. “who says i can’t do both?”

you deadpan, “gojo—”

“alright, alright,” he surrenders, raising his hands in mock defeat. “but only because i can’t let my cupcake starve. what are you having?”

you end up ordering the mochi pancakes and he gets some ridiculous triple-shot iced espresso with whipped cream and rainbow sprinkles. the barista barely blinks — clearly used to his chaos — but you can’t help but laugh.

“you have the palate of a ten-year-old.”

“and you,” he says, swirling his straw like it’s a fine wine glass, “have the laugh of an angel. seriously, they should bottle that sound.”

“you’re insufferable.”

“but you love me.”

“unfortunately,” you mutter, just as the food arrives.

he steals a bite of your pancakes and makes an exaggerated moan. “delicious. just like you.”

you swat his hand. “people are watching, gojo!”

“that’s what i’ve been saying!” he exclaims, pointing at you with his fork. “you’re the one being criminally adorable! i’m just responding to the threat!”

you give him a look that promises vengeance, but he only winks in response. and for a moment, despite the noise around you, the packed café fades into a comfortable blur.

there’s a kind of bubble that gojo pulls you into — effortless, warm, and just a little chaotic. and even though he can be a menace, he’s your menace.

you eat in a kind of teasing peace, trading bites and sarcastic commentary, until he says — more quietly this time — “you know i mean it, right?”

you glance up.

he’s taken off his sunglasses, revealing those impossibly blue eyes, and his usual grin is softened with something more honest.

“you are cute,” he says. “but it’s not just the dress or your smile. it’s the way you light up when you talk about your favorite shows. the way you pout when you’re concentrating. the way you make even a quiet lunch feel like the best part of my day.”

you stare at him, suddenly speechless.

and then he adds, “still — i do wish you’d stop being so cute in public.”

you blink, touched but also unable to resist. “because people are staring?”

“because,” he says, reaching across the table to squeeze your hand, “it’s really hard not to kiss you right now, and i don’t think the world is ready for that level of public affection.”

you snort and squeeze back. “you’re lucky you’re hot.”

“don’t i know it.”