#I'M SO EXCITED PLSSS

[kunikiiida-kuuun]

WAIT A MINUTE WHY ISN'T ANYONE TALKING ABOUT THIS??? THIS IS SO COOL???!!!

[talknerdytome18]

MINDF*CK TV SERIES IN DEVELOPMENT LET'S GOOOOOO

[hexpea]

AND I CAN'T WAIT TO GET MORE NAOYA CONTENT. AND I KNOW WE WILL BC LOOK WHAT HAPPENED WITH CHOSO.

[nervocat]

i remember i used to hate the sHIT out of volo bc of the suffering he put me thru, but admittedly that was before i discovered ✨complex and well-written characters✨ HAJDJFJSH i'm mostly neutral to him now tho

understandable. I just dk if I could ever hate him tho even if he does end up making me stuff here in a bit.. 💔💔

[pahsivs]

all it took to make me pay attention to another pointless world quest was putting it at wangshu inn . i saw it pop up and my brain needed every word why can't i be this invested all around the map

[dear-satan]

Can you do more Resident Evil x reader plsss

I hope you like this <3 ( I'm so, so sorry I'm replying so late!! )

Tinder

ID!Leon Kennedy x Reader

★ word count: 11k

★ CW: smut, age gap (early 20s reader, Leon late 30s), oral (fem receiving), unprotected sex, cum on the reader's thigh, cock warming or not, love marks

★ author's note: hello everyone, i'm alive! sorry for not posting anything for a very long time.. well, i was suffering from a terrible artblock? i think that's what it's called.. i'm very, very sorry for that! i'll try to post for you as often as possible, especially since i've been thinking about a few new characters.. but you'll see that in time! enjoy reading <3

Tinder - an ordinary dating app, designed to help people in interpersonal contacts. In fact it was. It has been known for a long time that people through the screen of a phone or laptop were much, much bolder than when talking face to face. Because what guy starts the conversation by sending a picture of his dick, shamelessly asks for a picture of tits or offers a blowjob at the back of his car? It was really, really disgusting.

But for some reason, tinder ended up on your home screen.

Creating an account was very simple. Just like choosing the right photos and creating a good description. However, the stairs began when you had to choose the age group of a potential partner.

You bit your lip. The 30+ option seemed really tempting but for some reason strangely immoral. You were a student and your previous relationships were with boys your age or a year or two older. To be honest, you were bored with it. You were bored being their second mother. You needed someone to take care of you. You and your needs. Who will provide care and call you his good, little girl.

Create an account.

The first few days really surprised you, really. You've never seen so many dicks in your life and learned new, rather strange terms for your pussy. But after a week, a profile appeared in your inbox that caught your attention.

His name was Leon and his profile was almost empty - a short description and two photos, of which only one showed his face and figure. He was handsome, really handsome - medium length, brown hair with a parting on the right. The bangs fell on one side of his face, covering his wild but deep look. Jaw, nicely outlined with a slight beard. His muscular stature made you shiver and his mind began to imagine what he looked like without clothes.

Be my pretty girl.

You wrote almost every day, nothing perverted. He asked how was your day at the university, how you were feeling, if you had dinner. He was nice, just like that. Sometimes he sent photos of him sitting in his apartment, with a glass of whiskey or in some expensive restaurant that you could never afford. You also sent photos - when you were sitting at lectures or drinking coffee during your lunch break. At some point, you moved from the application to SMS, it was much more convenient. A month passed until he finally offered a face-to-face meeting.

You wrote almost every day, nothing perverted. He asked how was your day at the university, how you were feeling, if you had dinner. He was nice, just like that. Sometimes he sent photos of him sitting in his apartment, with a glass of whiskey or in some expensive restaurant that you could never afford. You also sent photos - when you were sitting at lectures or drinking coffee during your lunch break. At some point, you moved from the application to SMS, it was much more convenient. A month passed until he finally offered a face-to-face meeting.

The cafe was quite a trite place but it didn't bother you. You dressed in the prettiest clothes you had in the closet, you did delicate makeup. You looked really pretty - a young girl going to her big man. It was so perverted.. But how exciting.

The cafe he chose was expensive from just looking at it. You pushed the door uncertainly and started looking around the premises in search of Leon. And you found him.

He sat at a small table at the other end of the room. The navy blue shirt perfectly covered his muscles at the sight of which saliva gathered in your mouth.

"Fuck, behave normal." you scolded in your mind, taking the first steps towards him. He was handsome, really handsome. "Hey" you greeted shyly, stopping next to the table "Um, Leon.. Right?”

His blue irises met yours and oh god.. They were the most beautiful eyes you've ever looked into.

"Hey" his smile was even more beautiful. "You look beautiful" pointed to the place opposite him that you obediently took.

"Thank you, you too.. I mean, you look beautiful too.. I mean, you look really hot." what? Your cheeks were burning with live fire. Since when do you talk such nonsense? "I... I'm sorry, d-don't want-"

"Hey hey, calm down." he laughed "It's okay, thank you." the tone of his voice acted strangely on you, as if soothing. "I ordered coffee, caramel cappuccino, right?"

“Yeah” you nodded. You didn't think he would remember.

At first, the conversation didn't really stick, mainly because of your shyness, but it passed. Seconds turned into minutes, minutes into hours. You didn't even notice how it was slowly getting dark outside. Only when the waitress came to inform you about the approaching closing time did you realize how long you had been talking.

Leon offered to escort you. It was cold outside, so he threw his leather jacket on your shoulders. It smelled so good, fresh perfume combined with the scent of deodorant and a slight smell of tobacco. This mixture created a deadly smell that caused your brain to turn off at his words.

Naughty.

"It's here." you stopped in front of the old tenement house where you rented an apartment.

Leon looked first at the building and then at you and smiled sadly. "Then," he came up to you and gently put his face in his big hand, "Thank you for the nice time." he was close, very close and your heart jumped to your throat. "I hope we will do it again soon."

You looked at his lips and tingling appeared in the lower part of the abdomen. "Or maybe.. Will you go upstairs?” You suggested again looking into his eyes "I have good wine.." you bit your lip "Then I'll order a taxi so you don't come back alone."

For the hundredth time today, he gave you this stunning smile "Good wine?"

・・・・★・・・・★ ・・・・

His lips were everywhere. They left blood trails on your heated skin. Your hands wandered over his bare back, scratching it lightly as he sucked and bit your already hardened nipples. God, his mouth was even more perfect than you imagined. And the fun was just beginning.

Leon was in no hurry to go anywhere, kissing slowly your skin under your breasts, around your belly button. He only stopped when he reached the beginning of your panties, lifting his head and pawing at you with a questioning look. You only nodded quickly as a sign of agreement and let out a quiet moan when you felt his hot kiss on your still clothed clit.

“I haven't done anything yet, and you're already so wet…” he gasped, grabbing your lacy lingerie with the intention of getting rid of it quickly “So wet just for me.”

Your panties landed somewhere on the bedroom floor and Leon settled himself comfortably between your legs. He started kissing the inside of your thigh and his stubble scratched you pleasantly, however, when he moved his tongue along your pussy. A moan escaped your lips and your back arched as he began to slowly eat you out. He alternated between licking, sucking and even lightly biting your swollen bud, sending electric inpulses through your entire body. Your moans went from these quiet ones to loud, even pornographic ones. Damn, if Leon could do such things with his mouth, what could he do with his cock.

“You taste so good princess,” he moaned into your entrance, and immediately after that he inserted his tongue into you.

“F-fuck.” You gasped, tangling your fingers in his brown strands of hair. Your tongue was replaced by his fingers, pumping at a slow pace. He began sucking on your poor clitoris again and your ring finger and index finger slid out, bending in different directions from time to time. This dangerous mixture of sensations began to accumulate a knot in the pit of your body. Your thighs began to tremble slowly and your toes began to flex. “L-Leon. I'm coming.” You gasped tilting your head back.

He only smiled at your pussy, speeding up his movements a bit with his hand. Your lewd sounds made his cock ache and his boxers one hundred percent had a sizable precum stain.

“L-Leon!” the pleasure was getting closer and closer, and when it was about to come…. You felt the emptiness. The unpleasant cold teasing your wet pussy forced you to open your eyes and raise your head. “W-what. W-why.” your voice stumbled with every word you uttered. Leon smiled mischievously, straightening up. His pupils were huge, almost obscuring that beautiful blue color of his irises. He stared at you wordlessly, like an animal at its prey. “My little girl wanted to come?” curtly, his tone made you dizzy.

“Y-yes…”

“Yes what?” he grabbed the elastic band from his gray boxers.

“Please Leon… I-I want… I want you…” your head once again fell back onto the pillow beneath you. Watching him slowly undress was torture, something your eyes both craved and refused to desire. “I-I want you inside me".

“Good girl.” His boxers landed next to your panties and he towered over you. Even more heat was beating from him than from you. “Ready?”

You didn't even have time to answer. You sucked air into your lungs as the head of his cock began to caress your entrance, only to immediately slide into you up to his balls in one swift motion. The feeling was unearthly, and you swear, if he hadn't blocked your mouth with his own, the whole tenement would surely have heard you. “S-so tight.” groaned Leon leaning his forehead against yours “Are you sure.. Y-you fucked before me?” a quiet, silly laugh echoed in your ears.

“Stop talking and fuck me.” you didn't have to repeat yourself. His movements were slow at first. He loved the way your moans drifted out of your open mouth directly into his. How you raised your eyelids every now and then just to look at him for a second. Fuck, he fell for it.

As time passed, the slow pace began to get in the way. His body movements sped up wildly and your pornographic moans and gasps filled the room. So did the sound of your sweaty bodies slapping against each other. “S-so good, fuck.” He hid his head in the hollow of your neck. He felt his own knot of pleasure slowly begin to break.

“I'm coming.” You whispered in his ear, clenching your thighs making him thrust into you even harder and faster. Your mind whirled and your eyes rolled upward under your closed eyelids. You stopped hearing everything that was going on around you, making you completely miss Leon's question about contraception. You were literally a brainless mush that slowly lost itself in the approaching orgasm. “I- I'm coming!” not a second passed. Pleasure took control of your body and the loud cries of Leon's name filled the room. Your trembling thighs slaughtered him even harder and you curled up, sinking your teeth into his shoulder, sobbing quietly.

Leon himself didn't last long. That divine, warm feeling filled his mind and at the last second he slid out of you so that lines of hot cum flew onto your wet thigh. He himself sagged completely, crushing you with his weight. “T-that's my girl.” he purred as your trembling fingers began to massage his scalp. “M-my girl.”

With your other hand, you brushed away the hair stuck to your forehead, finally opening your eyes before which darkness appeared. Your head pulsed with pleasure and a quiet screech echoed in your ears. You felt so good, so damn good. “You know what?” you began, trying to normalize your breathing.

“Hm?”

“It seems, we forgot about the wine.”

[claramelooo]

HEYYY! It's me again! I'm so happy with all the support words and the great proportion this story is taking that I got excited and I just want write more and more to you guys!! (I'm vacations btw lol)

First of all, I would like to say that I don't know much about the US admission system, so if I got it wrong, please correct me.

Second, if you have any suggestions to improve the story's progress or speed up my writing, feel free to contact me.

Last but not least: enjoy it and comment plsss <3

MINORS MUST NOT INTERACT

Paring: Mommy Dom Wanda x Brat Fem reader

WARNING: +18

Summary : Wanda wraps you in the web she has created.

Read here: Prologue | Part 1 – Predator | Part 3 - On your knees

Velvet Chains

The Prey

It was around 3 a.m., and Wanda sighed, staring at the ceiling of the bedroom. The silence was broken only by the lazy whirring of the fan. Vision lay asleep beside her, turned away, breathing deeply. The space between them on the bed felt like an unbridgeable chasm. She turned her head to look at him for a moment but felt a weight in her chest as she realized there was no warmth there, no real connection.

Sex with Vision had always been… functional, almost mechanical. It was always about him—his needs, his desires. There were moments when she tried to convince herself that this was normal, that love was above all a commitment, but nights like this made it clear: something was terribly wrong.

Wanda shut her eyes tightly, trying to push away the frustration building up inside her. It wasn’t just the sex. It was everything. The suffocating predictability, the lack of intensity, the absence of something she had never been able to name but missed with an almost painful ferocity.

And then there was you.

The memory of your face, the way you looked at her during dinner, came rushing back like a storm. Your eyes held a mix of defiance and uncertainty—something Wanda couldn’t get out of her mind. Since seeing you, there had been a growing need inside her, something primal and overwhelming. It wasn’t just desire—though that was undeniable. It was the way you made her feel, as if she were alive for the first time in years.

Wanda sat up in bed, running her hands through her hair, frustrated with herself. It was wrong. That much was obvious. You were young, inexperienced—a delicate soul who deserved freedom, not the weight of the obsession she felt growing inside her.

But the more she tried to rationalize, the more inevitable it seemed. There was something about you—your innocence mixed with a quiet resilience, as if the world couldn’t break you, no matter how hard it tried. It was hypnotic. She wanted to shape you, to dominate your strength and fragility all at once, to explore every nuance of you until there was nothing left to hide.

A shiver ran down her spine, and she pressed her fingers against her temples, trying to stifle the thoughts.

“This has to stop,” she murmured to herself. “This isn’t who I am.”

But the truth was, she wasn’t sure who she was anymore. With Vision, with the life she had built—it all felt so distant, so colorless. And then you appeared, and the entire world gained a new vibrancy, an intensity she hadn’t realized she craved until she felt it.

She looked at Vision again, still turned away, still oblivious to the storm raging beside him. For a moment, Wanda felt a wave of guilt, but it disappeared as quickly as it came. Because the reality was clear: she would never feel whole with Vision.

The clock read 3:23 a.m. when Wanda slipped out of bed, her bare feet meeting the cold floor. She needed space, needed to think, but she knew that every step she took was leading her deeper into dangerous territory—a path of no return.

Reaching the living room, she grabbed a bottle of whiskey—Vision only drank it to celebrate work promotions—and took a swig straight from the bottle, hoping to drown out the chaotic thoughts of you, of Vision, of herself.

But they didn’t go away.

As the alcohol coursed through her veins, Wanda felt her body float. And then, she felt ready to do something she had never done before. With trembling hands from adrenaline and excitement, Wanda picked up her laptop from the coffee table and searched for what had been on her mind since the moment she first laid eyes on you.

The video was artificial, the expressions of pleasure fake, the moans hollow. But the scene itself sparked Wanda’s imagination.

She pictured you moaning beneath her as she slid a good, thick strap inside your tight little pussy, pinning your arms above your head, leaving you completely at her mercy. She imagined slapping your pretty face until you gave in, sticking your tongue out to accommodate her fingers, letting her lubricate them before slowly sliding them into your tight little ass, driving you wild.

Denying you orgasms until you begged her with teary, pleading eyes. Pushing you until you finally said the one word you so desperately needed to say—and that she so desperately needed to hear.

Wanda also fantasized about riding your face, making you drown in her wet pussy, suffocating on her juices. Marking your neck and chest with bruises she would proudly touch the next day.

These thoughts alone were enough to make Wanda forget the adult film on her screen and focus entirely on you. Her fingers worked diligently over her clit, her body trembling as the signs of orgasm built within her. Moments later, she came, her eyes rolling back, her legs shaking.

Oh, fuck. She had to have you soon.

 [...]

The city library was a sanctuary of sacred silence, where whispered voices mingled with the soft rustle of turning pages. You had returned to the country with a single purpose: to study. Your mother never missed a chance to remind you that your bright future hinged on a prestigious university. But after everything, Yale felt like an unattainable dream.

Not anymore.

You still had a chance to transfer and adapt to a new routine—though adjusting had never been hard for you. You’d spent your 18th birthday alone, blowing out the candle on a strawberry cupcake someone had given you, wishing for the power to change your life.

And now, here it was.

Determined, you worked tirelessly to achieve an excellent GPA, nurtured relationships with your professors, and spent the remaining months meticulously preparing your early decision application.

Then came the waiting—waiting and waiting for that damn call. Time passed. You turned 20—too old for a Christian boarding school, too young to face the world—and found yourself staring out of the same window.

When your father finally called, his expressionless voice carried the weight of your shattered dreams.

And now, here you were, standing before an old building with beautiful architecture that probably held some intriguing history. With a pile of notebooks and a battered binder in hand, you pushed open the heavy doors and stepped into the library's main hall. The comforting scent of aged paper and polished wood enveloped you.

The plan was straightforward: find a corner, avoid distractions, and lose yourself in formulas, essays, and reading lists for the next few hours.

But fate, it seemed, had other ideas.

As soon as you entered, your eyes locked onto something—or rather, someone—that made your stomach churn. Behind the lending counter stood Wanda Maximoff.

She wore thin glasses that only accentuated the intensity of her piercing gaze. Her hair was tied back haphazardly, loose strands framing her face. When you walked in, she looked up, and a dangerous spark flashed in her eyes—something intense, hypnotic, and unnervingly expectant.

It was as though she’d known you were coming.

You felt the shift in the atmosphere before you could process it. Her eyes gleamed with satisfaction—dangerous, predatory.

"Oh, my, my… What a surprise," Wanda murmured, her voice low and sweet, yet carrying an underlying weight that twisted your stomach. She left her computer and moved toward you, hands clasped in front of her like she owned the place.

You cursed softly.

“And to what do I owe the pleasure, Dekta?” she asked, her accent curling around your name in a way that made your core tighten despite your best efforts.

“I’m here to study.”

“Ah, yes… Yale, isn’t it?” Her lips curved into something between a smirk and a sneer, making your fists clench at your sides. “Your parents mentioned it,” she mused. “I admire ambition—though ambition without focus is a waste, don’t you think?”

Your eyes narrowed. "I have focus."

She took another step closer, her presence suffocating. “Do you now?”

“I’m not a child, Wanda,” you snapped—perhaps a bit too loudly for a space that demanded quiet.

For a brief moment, her pupils expanded, eclipsing the green in her eyes. If you weren’t so innocent, you might have seen the excitement pooling in her gaze. But you felt it—the way your body betrayed you, heat pooling low in your belly, your nipples hardening beneath the thin fabric of your bra.

Her expression shifted, the intensity replaced by a false, sugary smile.

“Oh, of course, because you’re such a big girl now, aren’t you?” Wanda tilted her head, her tone deceptively kind but dripping with condescension. Her eyes seemed to dissect you, reading your every reaction like an open book.

“I’m an adult,” you retorted, forcing your voice to remain steady. “I don’t need anyone treating me like I’m still in a school uniform.”

Wanda’s steps were deliberate as she sidled past you, gesturing lazily to a nearby table. “An adult, you say? Funny, because what I see…” Her gaze swept over you and then to the table, “…is a little girl with big dreams, crumbling at the slightest challenge.”

Your entire body tensed. You loathed the way she spoke to you, as though she had the right to dissect your maturity.

“You don’t know me,” you shot back, defensive.

“Don’t I?” She raised an eyebrow, her smile slow and menacing. “Then why are you trembling, Dekta?”

You opened your mouth to deny it, but the words caught in your throat. She was right. Your hands, clutching the binder, were trembling slightly, your heart pounding too fast.

Wanda noticed. Of course, she noticed.

“See?” she whispered, stepping closer, her voice soothing yet laced with control as she reached out to brush a strand of hair from your face. “Adult or not, you still have a lot to learn.” Her words dropped to a murmur, almost too soft to hear: “And I’ll teach you everything.”

Before you could react, Wanda straightened, creating distance as she adjusted her glasses—a deliberate motion that left you inexplicably yearning for her touch again.

“Now, find your table and study. Show me this sharp ambition of yours.”

“You don’t control me,” you snapped, anger flaring briefly.

She chuckled, the sound devoid of warmth. “Oh, Dekta… I don’t have to. You’re already doing exactly what I want.”

With that, she turned and walked back to the counter, leaving you trembling and unsettled, as though you’d just lost a game you didn’t know you were playing.

After 40 minutes of calming down and trying to stop thinking about the woman, you finally manage to focus and regain control of your thoughts. Math had always been something very abstract to you, perhaps even more so than philosophy. There was something about numbers that seemed to elude the logic of your brain, as if every equation were a puzzle with its solution written in a language you couldn't quite comprehend.

You sigh, your eyes fixed on the book's page, where a series of elegantly aligned formulas stared back at you with an almost cruel indifference. It had always been this way. Essays were your forte—your words flowed like a river, structured and persuasive, but numbers? They slipped through your fingers like sand.

With the pencil in your hand, you begin to scribble what seemed to be the first step toward a solution, but your mind soon wavers. Math, with all its precision, left little room for intuition. Every mistake was exposed, every misstep impossible to hide. You had always hated that.

Suddenly, Wanda's presence invades your thoughts again, like a shadow you can't escape. The way she looked at you, as if she knew exactly where your weaknesses lay. Worse, as if she was willing to exploit them.

You shake your head, trying to banish her image, but it’s useless. It’s as if she were still there, standing behind you, watching, waiting for you to fail.

And maybe that was exactly what you needed.

"Okay," you whisper to yourself, turning the page of the notebook with more determination. "This isn't about her. This is about me."

Your strength had always been your ability to adapt and overcome challenges. No matter how impossible something seemed, you had an inner resilience that kept you trying. That was what made you special, even when everything seemed against you.

But that strength came at a price. You were stubborn, almost obsessive, and the idea of failing—for yourself, for your parents, for Wanda—was intolerable. That need to prove your worth, to be good enough, was both a gift and a curse.

Feeling a touch on your shoulder, you jump as if you’d been shocked. Looking at the hand that touched you, it belonged to an elderly woman with a friendly expression on her face.

"Looks like your study session was productive, right?" the lady asked in a voice trembling with age. You simply nodded, still confused by the sudden approach. "But I must inform you, dear. We’re closing now."

"Oh. Yes, of course… I’m sorry," you said as you stood, hastily packing your belongings. "I didn’t even notice the time." You offered an embarrassed explanation.

The lady just laughed, sweetly.

"It's all right! Wanda asked us not to disturb you," she said as if it were nothing, but for you… you felt your pulse quicken with your heartbeat, felt your heart warm at Wanda's indirect gesture.

You looked around, hoping Wanda would appear again to provoke you—to make you surrender to her dominant aura.

But with a click, the library lights turned off, leaving you alone with your confused thoughts.

Letting out a tired sigh, you enter your house. Today had been exhausting, but your mind was at peace from finally breaking out of your loop of procrastination and self-sabotage. It was draining, but it was gratifying—enough to make you proud of yourself.

Arriving in the living room, you see your mother smiling, which makes you raise an eyebrow at her unusual gesture. Noticing you, she stood up, laughing.

"Sweetheart! Come here!" she called, making grand gestures that filled the room.

As you reached the center of the living room, you saw her.

There she was. Wanda Maximoff, sitting in your living room as if she owned the place. Her posture was impeccable—relaxed, but not sloppy. Long legs crossed, her expression composed. She held a teacup in her left hand, her long fingers resting on the porcelain as if it were a luxury item.

Your heart raced. You froze in the doorway, looking from your mother to Wanda and back to your mother.

“Oh, sweetheart, finally!” your mother exclaimed, her voice full of enthusiasm. "I can hardly believe our luck. Wanda offered to help you with your studies! You know how much I worry about your preparation for Yale, and now she's willing to guide you!"

You opened your mouth to protest, but no words came out. Everything felt like a blur. Wanda? The woman who had just turned your afternoon into an emotional whirlwind? Now she was here, in your house, looking more dangerous than ever?

"I simply did what anyone would," Wanda replied, her voice soft but firm. The tone carried a duality: apparent humility, but a pride you could feel beneath the surface. She rose slowly, placing the teacup on the coffee table. Her gaze met yours, and you felt that same shiver from the library.

"Good evening, Dekta," she said with an intonation that made your skin tingle. “I hope you don’t mind my visit. Your mother and I were discussing how I might be helpful for your academic ambitions.”

“Of course,” you responded automatically, trying to keep your composure. “Thank you so much for your help, Wanda.”

Wanda smiled, a small, calculated smile. There was no genuine warmth in it, only something... satisfying. As if she were celebrating an invisible victory.

"In fact," she continued, taking a step closer to you, "I thought we could make this mutually beneficial. Your studies require dedication, and I noticed you have potential. In exchange for my guidance, perhaps you could help me a few hours a week at the library. There are tasks that require... youthful energy."

Your mother seemed more than thrilled with the idea. “Oh, that would be wonderful, wouldn’t it? You’d spend more time learning, in such an inspiring environment!”

You knew you had no choice. Your mother was already beaming, and any refusal would be a family disaster. But above that, there was Wanda, with that look that seemed to pierce your soul, as if she knew that deep down, you didn’t want to refuse either.

"Sure," you finally replied, trying to sound neutral. “That sounds great.”

Wanda took a small step back, satisfied. "Excellent. We’ll start tomorrow."

Your mother clapped her hands, excited. "I’m so proud of you, sweetheart! And so grateful, Wanda, for being willing to help my baby.”

Hearing your mother’s last words, Wanda’s body tensed, clearly disliking the way she referred to you.

Wanda looked at you again, placing a light smile on her face, but her eyes... they had an almost predatory gleam.

“It will be my pleasure,” she said, but you knew there was much more to that phrase than your mother could understand. "Well, it’s late, and I still need to put Tommy and Billy to bed. S/n, would you walk me to the door?"

Finally, you snapped out of your trance upon hearing your name. "O-of course."

As the older woman passed through the door, she turned to look at you again, her eyes gleaming. “You looked beautiful today, darling.”

The compliment made you blush, and the air felt thin, making it hard to breathe.

“Hmm, what do we say when we’re complimented, Dekta?” Wanda broke your trance once again, touching your chin in a firm grip, forcing you to look at her.

"Thank you, Wanda," you replied softly, in an almost submissive tone. Almost. The exhaustion of the day weighed on your shoulders, and Wanda’s sweet voice left you weak, hypnotizing you and slowly turning you into a needy kitten.

"Good girl." She caressed your face with her fingertips, almost as if you were a raw diamond—precious and ready to be shaped. By her. By her hands.

You hadn’t noticed—perhaps due to exhaustion—but Wanda's hands were trembling. The woman trembled as she touched you, as she felt the warmth emanating from your fragrant, untouched skin. Wanda felt blessed, as if finally that scared kitten was learning to trust her.

"We’ll see each other tomorrow, yes? Good night, beautiful girl." She didn’t want to say goodbye to you. She wanted to stay, make you kneel, rest your head on her lap, and stroke the top of your head to hear you purr.

The mark she left on you lingered until you fell asleep, embedding itself under your skin, making you dream of her, of her floral scent—it was something citrusy. Orange? Lemongrass, perhaps? The fragrance clung to your body, your mind, and suddenly, Yale seemed like a distant dream, and Wanda was the only thing you could dream about.

~*~

Poor S/n... A milf caught her.

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[yoiisa]

Hey I saw your post of a s/o with a high libido and would like to see with Sae, Barou, nagi and Ness plsss. Thank u

hehehe okkiiieee (˵ ¬ ؂ ¬˵)

part 1 with Yukimiya, Reo, Rin, Michael, and Isagi is here!!

all characters aged up (20+)! Tags: pwp ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ ), dirty talk, unprotected sex, p in v, begging, oral sex m

➜ itoshi sae is a lot like kaiser wherein he will only cater to you if he's feeling it as well ➜ he's not trying to be mean about it, but he genuinely could not give less of a fuck if you're horny, he needs to watch reruns of his games and study the plays ➜ but he promises later a lot, so you end up getting strung a long for the ride more often than not when it comes to him

“Sae please!” You beg, staring up at him with a soft pout and a needy haze in your eyes. He tilts your chin up, his thumb brushing against your bottom lip. He sighs, “I told you, I’m tired.” You blink up at him, then look down. You wrap your arms around his waist and nuzzle into his stomach. “Okay. I get it . . .” But you’re just so pitiful like this, a tightness forms in Sae’s chest. He pats your head, his fingers carding through his hair. “Do,” he pauses his face heating. He can’t believe he’s about to ask this. “Do you want to suck me off? Will that help?” You look up at him in surprise. “Are you sure?” When he nods, you smile softly. “Y-yeah, it’d help.” A few minutes later, your hands are on his thighs, and your mouth is stuffed. Sae’s fingers are tangled in your hair, and he slowly guides you up and down his shaft. “Ffff-fuck. Fuck,” he groans, his eyes growing lidded as he watches you. When you look up at him with those sweet eyes, he swears his heart stops. His hips twitch forward, driving himself deeper into your mouth. You moan and the vibrations are magical to Sae. “Don’t look at me like that,” he growls, his hips thrusting forward with more excitement at the eager display. “I can’t stand it, it’s way- ugh, ah~ it’s too much, [name].” But oh, the way he says your name is so perfect, you can’t help wanting more. You suck with more excitement, your tongue laving over a prominent vein on the underside of his cock. Safe to say, he doesn’t last very long after that move.

➜ oh, barou shouei is a giver ➜ trust me, i know it doesn't seem it at first but if you ask just right, in just the right outfit, with the right amount of lash-batting ➜ that bed is not surviving the night, that's all i'm saying

You knew what you were doing when you asked him like that in that nightdress. The satin garment is still on your body, but Barou is butt naked. He has you in a mean mating press, and your head is tossed back in bliss. “Shouei,” you moan, your hands fisting the bed sheets. “I love it.” “Yeah? You like it when your king folds you like this?” You nod, and through his gruff groans, his chuckles. “That’s what I thought.” He leans down to whisper in your ear, “You didn’t have to dress like such a slut to get me like this- fuck- I would’ve given it anytime and in anyway, ugh. Quit squeezing around me like that, are you that greedy?” You nod and you catch his lips in yours in a messy kiss. It’s all teeth and tongue and Barou bites your lip. You gasp and feel the fire in you growing stronger. “Harder, please?” You beg, fluttering your eyelashes. “I need it harder.” He nods and is quick to fuck you deeper into the mattress. You can hear the bed creaking, adding to the sweet symphony of your moans and his growls. He fists the fabric of your dress in his hands, his need growing by the second too. Barou buries his face into the crook of your neck, sighing as he feels his release nearing even more. Suddenly, the two of you dip, but you hardly notice it as the two of you finish at the exact same time. You squeal his name and he bites down on the juncture of your neck. It isn’t until later when he tries to move off of you that he fully falls onto the floor. Barou goes to check what happened, and lo and behold, one of the legs of the bed completely snapped, giving out entirely. He blushes and mutters about poor craftsmanship, and you tease him.

➜ y'all ever get really needy in the morning? like fresh from sleep? ➜ well, nagi seishiro knows all about that feeling, and the two of you have rounds and rounds of morning sex ➜ honestly, your sex life consists more of morning sex than any other type ➜ it's just the perfect way for him to start the day in his opinion (and mine too hehe)

“S-sei,” you whimper as his hand drifts over your body through your pajamas. His hand palms your breasts and grope your ass. You kiss him, your tongues caught in a slippery mess. He’s so soft and gentle, but you know you’re in for it still. The two of you manage to get semi undressed, after making out a bit more. You’re left only in your panties and he’s in his boxers. His fingers rub your slit through the fabric of your underwear, and you pant into his chest. “Mmmmm . . . wanna be in you baby,” he mumbles into your hair. “Can feel it, it’s already so wet.” “I-I know,” you gasp, your hand drifting down to his bulge, which is tightening in his boxers. You tilt your head up and moan as he snaps your panties against your core. “Seishiro.” “Can I? Please,” he groans. “You’ll feel so nice and warm . . .” You nod and he pulls your panties to the side. You shove the waistband of his boxers down, freeing his long and thick cock. He notches it into you, savoring each new sensation as he slowly sinks deeper and deeper into you. “Mine, my pussy, my favorite thing ever,” he rambles as he bottoms out. You whine as he fills you up, feeling it stretch you out beautifully. “Seishiro,” you whimper. “Let’s stay like this,” he begs. “Forever.” You nod, and the two of you lay in each other’s arms, connected in the way only you allow each other to.

➜ alexis ness is the king of service tops ➜ this man lives to please you, so as soon as you say the word, he's bricked up and READY ➜ his tail wagging, his puppy eyes bright and cheery, and his hand on your waist dragging you to the nearest private corners so he can get it on, even if it is just humping

You rest your forehead against the headboard, and your finger are pressed against the wood. “Alexis, wait-” you try to lift your hips, but he whines, and yanks you back down onto his face. “No,” he demands and delves back in your messy core. His tongue is literal magic inside of you, and when you lean back a little, he opens his eyes to watch you. You feel his lips smile against you and you giggle breathlessly. You reach down and comb his hair back from his forehead. “Just like that… are you okay down there? Do you need air?” he shakes his head as much as he can when it’s clamped between your thighs. He gives a particularly harsh suck on your clit and your hips buck. You grind harder down onto him, one hand going up to run through your hair. You look like a real goddess, your arms up, revealing your perfect breasts, and your soft stomach. His arms wrap tighter around your thighs, keeping you trapped more against his mouth. He could die like this. Like, genuinely. This isn’t a joke. He could die right here, beneath you, worshipping you, and he would not give a fuck. He’s ecstatic, and as long as you’re happy, who the hell is he to complain. “Alexis, I’m gonna- fuck,” you gasp as you gush all over his mouth. He eagerly laps it up, his pupils dilating to a concerning degree as he watches his woman. His girl. And he’ll be yours until he dies.

a/n: mwahahahahahahah 💋

[atrirose]

ahhhh can u do the trend where you call them your husband?? plsss <3

𝜗𝜚 DEAR HUSBAND

ft. enha hyung line ✷ fluff wc. 0.3k warning.none © atrirose tiktok m.list

HEESEUNG : "nothing I'm just with my husband, yeah okay i will call you later" looks at you with big doe eyes, did you just called him husband really, his face was filled with warmth "your husband? really you mean it" looks at you anticipation "yeah who else would be my husband" gives you his hands "okay put a ring on it" you burst into laughter at his cuteness "you want me to purpose to you hee" bambi eyes stared at you with excitment "yes, call me hubby yn" kisses you softly "hubby" giggles arupts from him.

JAY : "can i get a coke with that oh and my husband would like a strawberry leomenade with extra ice" jay was scrolling through his phone but as soon as he heard husband , you swear you have never seen him turn so fast "husband? me" points at himself with wide eyes "yeah you" you said with smile "yeah bro you heard that, would you like to come to our wedding" he asked the person taking your order "JAY YOU DON'T KNOW HIM" "AND THE POINT? WE ARE GETTING MARRIED, oh wait let me tell my dad" and you just sat there with red face as he went on and on about the wedding

JAKE : "yeah that will be all, babe what do you want" jake looks at you while snuggling with layal "can i have chicken wings please" you nod in response "and my husband would like to have chicken wings" he was shocked but that was only for a spilt second "yes and please give us newly married discount please" screams loud so the persons taking order hears "babe calm down what would you like to drink" he looks at you with puppy eyes "a coke please" you went on ordering "and he would-" doesnt lets you finish "who he? who is he? am your husband, wifey" at this point even layla is concerned about him "my wifey", so mainly he was very loud and then called your mom spilling all the tea looking all proud, he is the favorite child try hard yn

SUNGHOON : "can you call me, my phone is lost" dials you number "oho my heart huh? hoon so cringey" you said pulling his cheeks "shut up yn" he saw your phone buzz under the table "there i will bring it" as soon as he saw the contact name with a heart and written husband he couldn't help but bouce "babe whats this" he shows the phone with giggles "you are my husband hoon" bounce pt2 "wait you meant to write it, like you saved this right, did you misspell it" — "how can i misspell it, and yeah of course i mean it" hugs you tight pressing kisses on your head "okay lets get married soon"

[harrysfolklore]

Can you write an imagine of Harry inspired by that clip of Taylor playing call it what you want on the guitar in miss americana where he’s recording you as you play him the song you wrote for him plsss 🙏🏼

golden hour - hs

A HARRY FIC OMG??? this is really short but i needed to write a harry fic to get the creative juices flowing so thank youuuu for this request, i hope you like this!

MASTERLIST | MY PATREON

You sat cross-legged on the plush rug of your living room, your acoustic guitar resting comfortably on your lap. The late afternoon sunlight streamed through the windows, casting a warm, golden glow over the room. Harry was sprawled on the couch opposite you, looking cozy as ever in a green jumper and joggers.

"Are you ready?" you asked, glancing up at him with a mix of excitement and nerves.

"Absolutely, love," Harry smiled at you, "Why do you always get nervous when you're about to play a song for me. It's just me, love"

"Because," you began, running your fingers through the strings of your guitar, "It's a song I wrote about you, and It's really sappy."

"I love sappy," Harry's smile widened, a soft chuckle leaving his lips, "Especially when it's about us, or just you being a simp over me."

You rolled your eyes with affection, "I'm going to start singing before I completely regret it."

"Wait," Harry said before you could start, "Can I record you? It would be a cute memory."

"Of course you can, but don't leak it to TMZ," you joked and he grabbed his phone from the coffee table in front of him, opening his camera.

"I'll keep it just for us, promise." He adjusted himself on the couch, holding his phone up to get a clear view of you. "Alright, ready when you are, my love."

"Okay this is Golden Hour, take one from our living room," you said looking at the camera, "Let's go."

You took a deep breath and began strumming the opening chords of the song you had written your fingers danced across the strings with ease.

All that I know Is you caught me at the right time Keep me in your glow 'Cause I'm havin' such a good time with you

Baby, don't you know That you're my golden hour The color of my sky You set my world on fire And I know, I know everything's gonna be alright

You sang softly, watching as Harry's eyes beamed with happiness and amusement as he listened to the words pouring from your heart.

You kept on singing and playing your guitar, mouthing an "I love you" to Harry before reaching the final chorus, your smile as wide as his.

And when the song came to an end, you let the final chord hang in the air for a moment, and you looked up to see Harry, his expression one of pure adoration.

"That was... beautiful, love," Harry said and he stopped the recording and sat his phone down "You never cease to amaze me. I don't think I've ever felt this loved."

"Harry, stop," you set the guitar gently on the floor and covered your face, "You're going to make me cry."

Harry chuckled, moving from the couch to sit beside you on the rug.

"No need to hide, love. It's just me, remember?" he gently pulled your hands away from your face, holding them in his.

"I know, but still," you murmured, a small smile playing on your lips.

"Well, you should know that your song made me the happiest man alive," he said, leaning in to kiss your forehead. "You have no idea how much I love you."

"I might have an idea," you teased, pecking his lips quickly.

"Now, how about we make this a tradition? You play me a song every week. Deal?"

"Only if you promise to write a song for me too. It's only fair," you raised an eyebrow playfully.

"Oh, it's a deal, love. Just you wait. I'll write the sappiest song you've ever heard," he pecked your lips again, "Or what about the horniest song you've ever heard, huh? What do you prefer, sappy or horny?"

"Your horny songs are all about fruit anyway," you teased again, making him laugh, "I'm happy you liked the song, baby."

"I loved it," he said softly, pulling you into a warm embrace. "And I love you."

[hopelesslygaysstuff]

Hi, my mind can't stop with the idea of mommy Wanda trying to get reader of the bed to start doing their daily tasks. Its a torturing cold morning, reader pretends they are still sleeping, Wanda in a rush to get things done, she tries like three times saying to Reader get up but she loses her patience with this silly brat attitude. She sits in the bed trying to pull blanket off R but ofc the freezing air hits R's skin. Reader make a brat noise and throw a pillow but not thinking Wanda was too close it hits her face. No escape from now, she just says "you are being very agressive with me, sweetheart." R know it didn't hurt her but it is the end of this playing.

At the end, reader won't leave the warm bed after all, but not because they wanted, but bc Wanda would make sure to ruin reader until not being able to do that.

🫠🫠🫠 please can you use your writing super power skills to write it better? 😭😭 plsss pretty plsss I need more of this thoughts 🙏

(Gif that is not mine but I can't stop thinking😭😭)

omg mean Mommy Wanda overstimulating you because you wanted to act all tough with her... she absolutely would do this!!!

"Sweetheart, its time to get up," Wanda says, her low voice washing over you.

You can hear her moving around the room, and bury your head further under the thick comforter you'd wrapped around yourself. The tip of your nose is cold, the chilly air moving against the exposed skin of your cheeks. The bed was so... fucking... warm...

"I know you heard me, I want you out of this bed by the time I'm done with my makeup."

"Mmmphhh," you manage, feeling drowsiness take over your mind. A tendril of excitement appeared, and you bit your lip to hide a small smile as a plan started to form.

It was perfect. Wanda had been edging you for a few days now, and you were sure that she'd lose her patience to edge you if you were a brat. If you played your cards right, you were sure that you could get her to make you orgasm by the end of the day, and put a stop to the endless torture that was edging.

"What did I say," Wanda mumbles, having emerged from the bathroom. You barely hear her, your heart thumping in excitement. Then, it starts beating entirely too fast as Wanda rips the blanket away from you, exposing your heated skin to the frigid air of the room.

"No, aaaah fucking- goddamn it," you say, a few more curse words emerging as you fling your pillow in the direction of Wanda. It hits her square in the head, and you feel your eyes widen when she pins you with a look.

"You are being very aggressive with me, sweetheart."

"I'm sorry I-"

"No," Wanda says, her tone hard. "You wanted to stay in bed? Fine, but you're not leaving until I think you've learned your lesson. Understand?"

You don't understand, but nod anyways. It can't be that bad, right?

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Wanda smirks down at you, your eyes glazed and unfocused. You can hear her start the shower, a mix of lube and cum dripping down your inner thighs. Her scarlet dildo and favorite vibrator are placed next to you on the bed, smelling like you as you tremble from the aftershocks of your multiple orgasms.

You can't even remember how many it was, your brain fuzzy and limbs limp as Wanda begins murmuring into your ear while she helps you towards the shower.

"Is that what you wanted? You wanted Mommy to fuck you until you're all braindead for me? I hope you enjoyed the orgasms, sweetheart, because you won't be cumming for a long time. I hope it was worth it."

[soupangel]

gojo x reader having a baby girl 🥹🥹 I wanna see girl dad satoru plsss 🥹😭

Papa-Michi Day

Synopsis: Michiru loves spending time with her Papa

warnings: reader is referred to as mama, very very brief pregnancy mention (just in the first sentence)

wc: 1.6k (wow.. are we proud)

a/n: I have an unhealthy obsession with dad!gojo so thank you for this request

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You would think that because you were the one to carry her for nine months that she would at least look a little like you. But Michiru came out looking one hundred percent Satoru. Bright blue eyes, white hair, and she even got his smile. It didn't help that she was also attached to Satorus hip, always following him around like a little duckling. It's absolute hell trying to get him to work on time because he always gives into Michirus' cries of “ just one more kiss papa, one more”.

The sound of tiny grunting is what woke you up this morning. Blinking to wake yourself up you sit to see little Michi trying to climb up onto the bed.

“Michi, honey what are you doing?” you whisper as to not wake Satoru.

She huffs and says ” I get up.” looking at you as if it was obvious, and you suppose it was seeing as she does this almost everyday you should've expected her this morning. Satoru was already looking into tiny steps to put by the bed because of course he was.

You go to pick her up and bring her onto the bed with you to end her struggling. Sitting back against the pillows with Michiru in your lap you brush through her bed head.

“How did you sleep my darling”

“Good mama” she says leaning into your hand.

“Yeah? Did you have any fun dreams?” 

“Ummm there was a unicorn in the livingroom and Papa got mad because it made a poo poo on the carpet” she giggles

“Oh my that's so silly Michi!” 

She sits up straighter in your lap and looks at the sleeping Satoru next to you. You know she wants to wake him up, it's why she came in here in the first place.

“I wake up papa now?”

“Yes darling you can wake up papa now.” You laugh.

She beams at you then crawls over to where Satoru is sleeping, lying on his back, vulnerable to  the attack that is about to befall him. You have to hold in your laughter as Michiru flings herself onto Satorus chest.

“Wake up papa Michi is here!”

Satoru wakes up with a start, all the air in his lungs getting knocked out of him. He has to catch his breath before he can answer Michi, his sweet little angel who can do no wrong. He brings her closer to his face and hugs her tightly and pets her hair. 

“Michi, what have I said about jumping on me while I sleep”

She hums as she thinks before answering.

“To not do it.”

“Yes and what did you do just now?”

“I jumped on papa”

“Right, we need to work on our listening skills, I think.”

Michiru picks up her head from her Papas shoulder and looks at him with her puppy eyes that make Satoru melt every time.

“I'm sorry Papa, I just so excited to see you.”

Satoru looks as if he's about to cry when he dramatically throws his arms around Michi declaring how he can never be mad at his little Michi. You just shake your head as you get up to start on breakfast Pancakes of course because Michi also inherited Satorus sweet tooth.

Your Husband emerges from your bedroom not even five minutes later with your daughter on his hip. Bed hair not yet fixed he looks just like Michi did when she first came to your room.

“Good morning Mama!” Satoru says before placing a very dramatic (and wet) kiss on your cheek, making Michiru laugh.

You make a show of dramatically wiping the residue of his kiss off your face. 

“Good morning Papa, good morning Michi,” you turn back to the stove to flip the pancakes. “Go sit down, breakfast is almost ready.”

“Yes ma'am” Satoru salutes.

He makes airplane noises as he flys Michiru throughout the dining room, her laugh echoing off the walls, and plops her down in her chair. As if they prepared this, which you wouldn't put past them, they both picked up their fork and knife and started banging them on the table, shouting “Pancakes! Pancakes! Pancakes!”

You walk through the doorway leading to the dining room holding a plate of steaming pancakes in one hand and  a bottle of syrup in the other. 

“Alright, Alright, it's ready!”  you say, putting down the plate in front of them. It takes them all of three seconds to grab their pancakes off the plate.

“Thank you Mama!” They say in unison, digging into their breakfast.

You sit down to start eating your own, taking the seat right across from Satoru, with Michiru to your right. 

“You're welcome my loves”

It's silent for a few minutes while everyone is busy enjoying their breakfast. That is until Satoru loudly sighs and leans back into his chair. He lifts his head to look at you.

“Thank you for breakfast y/n.” He smiles.

“You're welcome Satoru.” You smile back. 

He gets up to take all of your plates into the kitchen but not without giving his favorite girls a kiss. While Satoru does the dishes you take Michi up to her room to get her ready for the day. Since it was Saturday that means it's what Satoru and Michi call a ‘papa-Michi day’. Where Satoru takes Michi out for the day doing whatever fun activities they can come up with, and you get the day to yourself.

Today Michi has decided to wear a pastel pink dress with her new sparkly shoes that Satoru just bought her. She does a little twirl in the mirror to see her dress poof before she looks at you and runs into your legs.

She tilts her chin up so it rests on your thigh and asks “ Do I look pretty mama?”

You swear you almost melted into a puddle right there. 

“Oh Michi, you are so beautiful!!” You kneel down so you're now face to face and kiss her forehead. “Let's go show papa how pretty you look.”

She quickly exited the bedroom and carefully made her way down the steps because there's no running on the stairs. But once she made it to the landing she sprinted to the kitchen, where they last saw Satoru, Shouting “Papa! Papa! MIchi’s ready!”

He turns around before she has a chance to crash into his legs and scoops her up into his arms. 

“Nooo this isn't my Michi, this has to be a princess!” He tickles her stomach.

She laughs as she says “ No Papa it's Michi! It's really me!”

Satoru pulls back to take a better look at her outfit. Quite different from how he saw her this morning, her hair is now done in two little pigtails. 

“Michi, you are the most beautiful girl in the whole world.”

She puts her head on Satoru's shoulder, she always gets shy when receiving compliments, something she did not get from Satoru, but you instead.

“Even prettier than Mama?” she questions.

“Of course but we have to keep that between me and you okay?”

“Okay!” She beams at him. She loves keeping secrets even though she's horrible at it.

“Hey! I heard that!” 

They both turn their heads to look at you in the doorway of the kitchen with your hands on your hips.

“Heard what?” Satoru asks, playing dumb.

Michi doesn't catch on to the fact that Satoru is only pretending because she turns her little head to his and says “That I'm more prettier that Mama.”

You hold in your laugh so you can torture Satoru a moment longer.

“Michi, it was supposed to be a secret.” Satoru whines.

“Oops sorry” she says and then quickly slaps her hand over her mouth.

You walk over to them both and give your daughter a kiss and lightly glare at Satoru.

“It's okay Michi, you can be prettier than mama.” You then turn to Satoru. “How many times do I have to tell you to stop teaching our daughter to keep secrets from us?”

He looks down sheepishly and softly apologizes

“It won't happen again.”

“Good, now you two better get going and start Papa-Michi day.”

You walk them to the door kissing them both Goodbye. They wave to you until you're out of their sight.

Michi decides today is a good day for the Park. She's not really dressed for the park but he, you only live once, and Satoru cant say no to her. Satoru helps her on the monkey bars, which really just means he held her up the entire way across. They raced down the slide and of course Michi won. To end ‘Papa-Michi day’ they stop for ice cream, which is usually how they all end.

As they walk home Michi spots some flowers growing on the sidewalk and tugs on Satoru’s hand.

“For Mama, we have to get them for mama.” she says pointing to the little yellow flowers.

“Of course mama would never turn down a gift from her Michi, Go pick them.” 

She hops over to the little flowers and plucks them out of the ground. She runs back to where Satoru is waiting for her and resumes holding his hand.

“Ok lets go '' she pants out, because running no matter the distance is always tiring for a four year old.

By the time they make it home, dinner is ready. You placed the little flowers Michi picked for you in a little glass vase in the middle of the table.  While you ate Michi told you all about her exciting day with her Papa.

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I would love to know what you thought! likes comments and reblog are always appreciated!

[isak-dot-gov]

Hello I absolutely love your Emily engstler oneshots. I have a request where Emily and reader have sex but the strap hurts reader but reader didn’t wanna say anything because Emily was having fun and afterwards when Emily cleans her up she realizes that she hurt her and feels bad. And maybe the smut with it plsss🥹

Deal?

Pairing: Emily Engstler x Reader

Word count: 1206

Isak Speaks: Guys I can't for the life of me write smut (I'm absolute dog shit at it and 100% jealous of the people that can) so I'm so so sorry but this is gonna have to be fluff

My Masterlist :)

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The sun had barely dipped below the horizon, casting a warm, golden glow into the bedroom where Emily and you lay intertwined, the softness of the moment wrapping around you like a blanket. The evening had been nothing short of perfect—a home-cooked dinner that filled the room with delicious scents, laughter echoing through the apartment like a melody, and whispered declarations of love that left your heart soaring. Every moment had felt like a piece of a beautiful dream, too perfect to ever end.

As the night deepened and the world outside grew quieter, the atmosphere between you and Emily became charged with something deeper. The soft flicker of candlelight, the warmth of your shared breath, the feeling of her skin against yours—everything was building towards something intimate and personal. Emily's touch was as tender as ever, her smile radiant with love and excitement, and the way she looked at you made your heart race. She was everything—your safe place, your joy, your heart.

But as the moments passed and things grew more intimate, a flicker of discomfort slowly began to creep into your experience. It started small—just a nagging feeling that something didn’t quite feel right. The strap Emily was using, though meant to enhance the moment, began to feel awkward, a bit too much against your skin. There was pressure and a twinge of soreness, but you bit your lip and stayed silent. Emily was so caught up in the moment, her eyes alight with passion and her breath coming quicker, and the last thing you wanted to do was break her focus or dampen her joy. You pushed the discomfort down, trying to savor the beautiful connection between you two, even if it wasn’t entirely as you hoped.

When it was over, Emily’s arms enveloped you in a warm, loving embrace, her soft breath against your neck sending shivers down your spine. She whispered sweet nothings, words that made you feel cherished and safe, as if you were her entire world. You wanted so badly to just relax, to focus on the love she was giving you and let everything else fade away. But the soreness lingered, though you tried your best to push it aside, focusing instead on the way she held you, the closeness of her touch, and the way she made you feel like the most important person in the world.

“Stay here,” Emily whispered against your ear, her voice soft and full of affection. She placed a gentle kiss on your forehead before slipping out of bed, her movements graceful and purposeful. “I’ll grab a warm cloth and clean you up,” she promised, her tone filled with care.

You managed a weak smile, your body still buzzing from the intimacy, but there was a tenderness to it that couldn’t be ignored. You wanted to be strong for her, to make sure she knew everything was okay, but the discomfort still nagged at you.

Emily returned quickly, her hands warm and gentle as she began to carefully clean you. Her brow furrowed in concern as her eyes scanned over you, noticing a faint redness and the way your body flinched slightly whenever she touched a particularly tender spot. You winced involuntarily, and it didn’t go unnoticed.

“Baby,” Emily’s voice softened, laced with worry, “did I hurt you?” Her gaze was filled with concern, her usual carefree demeanor replaced by a genuine vulnerability.

Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and you looked away, unable to meet her gaze. “It’s nothing,” you murmured, trying to brush it off, but Emily wasn’t having it. She gently cupped your chin with one hand, tilting your face so your eyes met hers. The concern in her eyes only deepened, and you felt a pang of guilt at the thought of disappointing her.

“Tell me,” she urged, her voice full of tenderness. “I need to know what’s wrong.”

A sigh escaped your lips as you finally let yourself admit the truth. “It was just a little uncomfortable,” you confessed, your voice barely above a whisper. “The strap… it hurt a bit, but you were having so much fun, and I didn’t want to ruin it.”

Emily’s face fell, her lips parting as she processed your words. She looked hurt, as though a weight had been dropped on her chest. “Oh, baby,” she murmured, her voice breaking slightly. “I didn’t realise. Why didn’t you say anything?”

The tears you had been holding back threatened to spill, and you blinked rapidly, trying to fight them off. “I didn’t want to upset you,” you admitted, your voice trembling slightly. “You looked so happy, and I didn’t want to ruin the moment. I just wanted you to enjoy it.”

The hurt in Emily’s eyes turned to guilt, and she set the washcloth aside before pulling you into her arms, holding you close as though you were the most precious thing in her world. “You could never ruin anything by telling me how you feel,” she said firmly, her voice soft but resolute. “Your comfort, your happiness—those matter more to me than anything. I should have checked in more, I should’ve asked how you were feeling. I’m so, so sorry.”

Her sincerity hit you like a wave, and the tears you had been holding back finally spilled, your face burying into her shoulder. You let the emotions wash over you, the vulnerability of the moment taking root in the safety of her embrace. “It’s okay,” you whispered, trying to reassure her even though your heart ached with the weight of it all. “I just didn’t want to disappoint you.”

Emily pulled back just enough to cup your face in her hands, her thumb brushing away the tears that had fallen. “Listen to me,” she said gently but firmly, “you could never disappoint me. I love you. I love you so much, and this—what we have—it’s about both of us. If something doesn’t feel right, you have to tell me, okay?”

You nodded, a small smile breaking through the tears as she pressed a soft kiss to your forehead. The weight of her words settled in, and for the first time, you felt truly understood. “Okay,” you whispered, your voice steadying.

Emily kissed your forehead, your cheeks, and finally your lips, each touch a promise that she would always listen, always be there for you. “From now on, we’ll communicate better,” she promised, her voice soft but full of determination. “And if something doesn’t feel right, we stop. Deal?”

“Deal,” you agreed, your heart swelling with love for this incredible woman who never failed to make you feel safe, heard, and cherished. You leaned into her touch, feeling her warmth seep into your bones.

The rest of the night was spent wrapped in each other’s arms, the soft hum of the television in the background as you talked about everything and nothing, allowing the love between you to flow freely. Emily’s fingers traced soothing patterns on your skin, her every movement a silent vow to always prioritise your comfort and happiness. In her arms, you felt like nothing in the world could touch you—safe, loved, and cherished. And you knew, without a doubt, that together, you could navigate anything that came your way.

[killuintense]

could you write a one shot of Leon and fem!reader talking about having a baby together? Leon assuming he would have to go easy on the alcohol and y/n happy to give Leon baby plsss ily<3 vvvv

❝ baby fever ❞

leon kennedy x fem!reader.

summary: the idea of confessing to you that incessant idea in his head to tell you that you would be an excellent mother, was consuming Leon.

content: 1.3k words, fluff, mention of pregnancy, a very cheesy and sweet Leon, mention of alcoholism, comfort.

note: i loved placing your request, thank you very much for making it and i hope you enjoy it, ilyyyy ♡ ♡

The night seemed to be calm and typical for that season of the year. The breeze was gently breezing and ruffling Leon's ashen hair as he quietly opened the door of the house without trying to make too much noise. It wasn't too late, but he didn't want to be loud, especially after spending all day at the main D.S.O. base taking care of paperwork and reports after his last assignment at Alcatraz prison. He laughed when he remembered your concern the moment you learned that he had been infected by a virus, blaming you for not accompanying him as you usually did being an important agent of the association.

"Ahmmm..." he heard a soft sound emitted by you from the kitchen and soon remembered that little detail. Your best friend had asked you as a last minute favor to babysit her baby for that whole day as family problems had arisen. She remembered the image of the morning. You, holding in your arms that little girl with golden hair and chubby cheeks, you and your look of love and tenderness. Leon would bet that he had never seen you make that face before, and a strange feeling welled up in his chest. Almost as if from his heart exploding in a feverish sense of need it was present "So goood, what a good girl, you like applesauce, don't you?" a complicit chuckle let itself be heard and Leon hesitated to enter the kitchen where your voice came from. He hesitated because he knew that if he came in and saw you behaving in such a natural and loving way with the little baby, many incoherent words and impulsive ideas would come out of his mouth.

However, the day had been long enough without wanting to see his beloved so he didn't hesitate to leave his blue leather jacket hanging in the entrance and enter the kitchen, watching how you held little Rosemary in your arms and gave her that preparation with enthusiasm "My love..." it almost came out in a sigh, and you admired it with surprise.

"Leon!" the excitement could be heard in your voice and dazzled in your eyes "I didn't hear the door, I'm sorry I didn't welcome you, Honey" you smiled and took the baby's little hand to improvise a greeting to Leon. He could feel his face heat up and if it wasn't for the baby on top of you, he would have run to lock you in his arms, sinking into a kiss that only he was capable of giving you. Before he could speak any more, though, the doorbell rang and soon you both realized that it was probably your friend finally showing up as promised.

He could see the disappointment in your eyes, knowing that if it was for you you could have her for another day playing with your cheeks as she laughed with amusement; and the blond wondered if he couldn't fall more in love, wondered if his love for you would make him explode. He needed to make you more his than you already were. He needed to sink into you in a different way and mark you, leave something of him forever in you.

"I really wish she would have stayed longer" you mentioned once the baby joyfully welcomed her mother's arms "You know you can trust me if you need help again" you offered and exchanged words of encouragement with your friend, cheering her up and congratulating her on having such a beautiful baby. Leon also waved, stood behind you with that soft smile he was only naturally able to do when he had you around. But he wasn't being enough. He wanted to close the damn door and tell you about that crazy idea that had been going around in his head since that morning he saw you with a little baby in your arms, about that feeling that invaded him when he took you by the waist hugging you and leaving a kiss on your lips and a soft caress on the little one's cheek before saying goodbye and leaving for work. He felt for the first time the feeling of a.... family. A family he only wanted to have if it was with you.

"Ah..." once you closed the door you stretched and yawned, hanging on the back of Leon's neck to hug him tightly "I really miss you today, big boy" you teased at the nickname, depositing a kiss on his jawline as scarred as it was rough, feeling the stubble of a couple of days unshaven.

"I missed you more..." he seemed as self-absorbed as ever, moving his hands from your waist to your belly, caressing it gently. It caught your attention that he would do that, of course, but you assumed he was affectionate because of the distance and remoteness that had consumed you during that week due to work. But you didn't think that Leon's mind was wandering in a need so primitive that it even saddened him "You really would make an excellent mother" he suddenly blurted out, staring at you as he gently bumped his forehead against yours and closed his eyes, sorry for pushing you into that situation.

"Is that a proposal, Kennedy?" you smiled, you loved it when he got shy like that. That remembered you when he was younger and still didn't know how to handle himself, how he wasn't able to carry all the traumas he had on his shoulders. "Leon... do you really think I would make a good mother?" you asked unsurely, a pressure in your chest made as it dawned on you that Leon wanted you to be the mother of his children. That he wanted to take that step with you.

"Obviously! Fuck, sometimes I find myself thinking about that too much" he smiled, kissing your cheek repeatedly causing you to giggle in amusement "Can you imagine? A little girl running all over the house, accompanying us everywhere, laughing and being happy..." his voice trailed off softly and he smiled "Being happy like we would have liked to be at some point. Not thinking about abandonment and the sadness of not having a home to return to" he squeezed your waist, as if trying to be aware that you were there, that you hadn't faded away. "And I know that last year was terrible... but I need to start again, I need to forget that I can drown my sorrows in alcohol" he murmured, ashamed of himself.

"Leon..." you took his cheek and smiled, kissing his lips softly "You'll make an excellent father, you know that, don't you?" a sparkle came into Leon's eyes, almost as if the hope of a future was opening in front of him, holding your hand, happy to move forward "Although to be honest, I'd like a mini Leon" you laughed, brushing your nose against his, in a sweet Eskimo kiss.

"If it's with you I wouldn't mind having a litter of mini Leons" he joked, though in a corner of his mind his almost animal instinct thought that if you let him he was capable of filling you completely until you couldn't take any more. 'We're not rabbits... for now' he thought, and chuckled to himself before he felt you pull away to go to the kitchen.

"Especially since I'm sure if she grows up to be a girl, she's going to be a spoiled daddy's princess" you said loud enough for him to hear and started cleaning up the dishes you had messed up during the day. Soon a giggle came closer and Leon's soft footsteps came into view, catching you around the waist as he let out a mocking sigh in your ear, sending a burst of electricity down your spine.

"Don't be like that, if you love that I spoil you, mh" he kissed your neck and you couldn't help but feel your body temper. You wouldn't give up that feeling of need for anything, that feeling of Leon wanting and having the instinct to take you in a way beyond what himself could have thought. You couldn't wait for the day to come, to one day have the privilege of having a seed of him growing inside you.

[booskwannie]

"freak like me" || MDNI.

kim mingyu x you. you turn on your inner doja cat 'freak' and use it on mingyu. - smut! MINORS. DO. NOT. INTERACT. wc - 875 heavily inspired by Doja Cat's 'Freak' - "tied him down to my queen bed. tease him just enough to hate me, tied it tight enough he can't break free. keep him waiting, til' he try" a/n: let's see how well this smut goes hehe! (i ran five laps around my house while writing this...) also if you have any requests pls pls plsss send some in!

you smirked wickedly as you shoved a squirming mingyu down onto the plush, silk sheets of your queen-sized bed. his eyes widened in surprise and arousal as you straddled his hips, pinning him beneath your curves.

"oh, you're in for a treat, baby," you purred, your voice sinful. "i'm gonna tease this sexy body of yours until you're beggin' for my touch." you leaned down, bringing your lips to his ear. "gonna make you so fuckin' crazy, you'll be hatin' me… but lovin' every second of it."

mingyu's breath hitched as you reached for the silken scarves draped artfully across the bedpost. his muscles tensed, instinctively fighting the restraint, but you were too quick. you grabbed his wrist, looping the fabric around and around until his hand was bound tightly. you tested the knot, jerking sharply on the scarf to make sure it would hold him fast.

"mmm, nice and snug," you cooed approvingly as your admired your handiwork. "you ain't goin' nowhere, baby. except where i want to take you." you moved to his other wrist, binding that one just as securely. you sat back, straddling his waist, and drank in the sight of your lover at your mercy.

mingyu strained against the bonds, testing them, but they held firm. a thrill of fear mixed with excitement raced through him. he was completely at your mercy, helpless to do anything but feel. and fuck, did she make him feel.

you started to grind your hips slowly, deliberately, rolling them in a sensual circle that had your core rubbing along the rigid length of his cock. you were still clothed, but the friction of the fabric against his sensitive flesh had him bucking up desperately into your touch.

"nope, ah ah ah," you chided playfully, placing your palms flat on his chest and pushing him back down. "you ain't in charge here, baby. i am." you punctuated her words with a sharp snap of your hips, the force of it making mingyu wanna beg for more.

you leaned down, beginning to unbutton his shirt with agonizing slowness. you took your time, fingers grazing his skin with every brush, every teasing dance along the edge of the fabric. mingyu's chest heaved with each button released, his anticipation building to a fever pitch.

"there's no need to rush," you breathed, your breath hot against his throat. "i want to savor every inch of you." you pushed the shirt off his shoulders, letting it fall away completely, baring his sculpted torso to your hungry gaze.

mingyu watched, entranced, as you traced the lines of his muscles with a delicate finger, skating over his pecs and abs with maddening gentleness. you dipped into the hollows, teasing the sensitive flesh beneath his navel before moving lower, dancing around the waistband of his jeans.

"look at you, so fuckin' gorgeous," you purred, your voice dripping with lust. "such a pretty boy, all tied up for me." you licked your lips, your eyes gleaming with wicked intent. "i'm gonna mark you up so good, baby. gonna leave my brand all over this sexy body."

mingyu shuddered, a groan tearing from his throat as your finger dipped beneath his waistband, brushing ever so lightly against his throbbing erection. he was painfully hard, straining against the denim confines, desperate for your touch.

"please," he begged, his voice ragged with need. "y/n, please…"

"shhh…" you hushed him, placing a finger against his lips. "not yet, baby. i ain't done with you." you smiled wickedly, a promise of pleasure and torment in your eyes. "i'm gonna take my time with you. gonna tease out every last drop of that delicious cum until you're beggin' for mercy."

and with that, you began your sensual assault, determined to bring mingyu to the brink of madness with your teasing caresses and maddeningly light touches. you kissed and licked, nipped and sucked, always pulling back just before he could find release. you worked him over until he was a writhing, begging mess, completely at your mercy.

"fuck, y/n," mingyu groaned, his hips bucking up. you pulled out all your techniques, massaging his balls, hollowing your cheeks, looking up at him and not breaking eye contact. and just in a matter of a few seconds he came all over your face. you licked your lips, putting a finger up to your cheek and sucking your finger, which was filled with his cum, dry.

you licked at his cock again, bobbing your head up and down on it. "holy fuck y/n.. p-please no i-it hurts!" mingyu was torn between pleasure and pain, wanting to push you further away, or pull you so much closer. and just like that his cock was hard again. he was thrusting into your mouth, his thighs trembling wildly. "p-please… d-don't stop."

you hum around his cock, the vibrations sending waves of pleasure through him. "please please please… oh don't stop… don't ever stop!" his hips buckled up into your mouth, desperate for release. "o-oh i-i'm gonna cum again…" and with a whimper he shoots his pool of release into your mouth once again.

"good boy mingyu." you smirk and he replies, "you completely milked me dry… i'm getting you back for this one day."

[satorusugurugurl]

may i request camping with kento plsss

The Wingman!

Summary: Marie’s Summer Fest prompt: Camping

Pairing: Nanami Kento x AFAB!Reader

Warnings: language, threats, confessions, fluff, dry humping

Word Count: 1,982

A/N: Thanks for the request, Nonnie! This was a fun super cute prompt! Ugh I love Nanami so much so precious!! 😩💚

You were going to kill the strongest sorcerer of the modern age. Despite his six eyes and limitless technique, you would find a way to kill Gojo. The cocky bastard found out you had liked none of me after walking by Shoko’s office and overhearing you, gushing about the glorious blonde that has stolen your heart.

He made it a point to help you get together with the seven-to-three ratio sorcerer. Gojo often asked you to meet him at the vending machines, only to find Nanami waiting instead. He would have Ijichi pick you up after the mission while Nanami was in the back of the car; he even went as far as locking you in the teacher's lounge together

Gojo had dubbed himself your wingman, and his first attempts to help you had been very innocent. This time he had gone too far.

The bastard had somehow talked Yaga into setting up a camping weekend for students. His reasoning was to let the kids be kids, which could help with their survival skills and team-building—all of which your boss fell for. At first, you were excited. You loved teaching the next generation of sorcerers, and your students always had a way of brightening your day. You sadly realized another reason for this trip, the second not standing in the woods waiting for everyone.

You were seconds away from bolting back to Campus when Gojo grabbed you by the back of your shirt, dragging you back to the group. “Alright, so we’re gonna go over sleeping arrangements.” Gojo went through the list of students before pointing towards himself.

“And our talisman teacher will be bunking with office-worker-dropout sorcerer Nanami Kento. While I’ll be chilling with Suguru!”

“I’m going to kill you.” You harshly whisper while the students begin setting up their tents.

“How could you say that after all the effort I put into giving you some alone time with Nanami?”

“Sleep with one eye open, you stupid cocky, arrogant—”

“Ooh~ keep talking, I'm getting close.”

You embedded your fist with cursed energy and slammed it against Gojo’s infinity, drawing out of the bark of laughter from the blindfolded asshole. Since punching him was out of the question, you stormed off to set up your tent with Nanami close behind you. Like always, he was courteous, insisting that he could put the tent up, but you declined, telling him that you needed to do something with your hands because murdering Gojo was impossible. To which he did something you’ve never heard; he laughed out loud.

Nanami’s laugh was warm and rich, leaving your stomach swarming with butterflies. You found yourself blankly, staring at him. Unaware of your staring, he grinned, shaking his head, as he leaned against a tree near him. That smile had all murderous intentions, floating down the river as his laughter fueled your drive for the night. Did the kids need firewood? You were off skipping through the woods to collect it. Suguru forgot to get the marshmallows out of the car for s’mores? No worries! Thinking of Nanami’s little headshake, you zoomed back to campus alone!

Thinking about his smile had you in a daze all evening. Even when you lay in the tent, staring off into space, you fought the urge to kick your feet as you thought about Nanami earlier. Your thoughts allowed a silence to grow between, but not awkward in an awkward way. It was almost smooth and comforting until he cleared his throat, drawing your focus towards him. Nanami had propped himself up on his elbow, still in his sleeping bag. His gaze was glued to the side of the tent as the soft flush dusted the tips of his ears

“I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable.”

“What?”

“I just wanted to apologize.” You sat up, watching as the Nanami Kento flushed his eyes, avoiding yours. “You’ve been distant today; you went to get firewood by yourself and went back to Campus alone.” he ran a hand down his face. “Gojo had told me you wouldn’t mind staying in a tent with me, but that man was wrong.”

“No—god, Kento, I’m sorry.” You rubbed awkwardly at your neck. “I’m not uncomfortable at all! I’ve been so giddy all day because of you, so I guess I just seemed distant because I was in my world.”

Nanami shifts in his sleeping bag, focusing his attention on you. “You’re giddy because of me?” There is no going back now; it is now or never.

“Yes, because of your laugh and your smile.”

Nanami just blinked momentarily before the same smile from earlier graced his lips as he lay down, shaking his head. “Oh, you have no idea how relieved I am to hear that.” Your cheeks flushed down next to him. “So my smile, huh?” he cocked an eyebrow with a smirk.

“What can I say? I’m a simple woman.” Nanami chuckled softly, watching you closely. “You were really that worried I was uncomfortable?”

“Of course, you're the last person I’d ever want to make uncomfortable.”

“Oh, and why is that Kento?”

Honey brown eyes met yours as he inched closer. “Just like you, I get—“ he scoffed, “giddy around you.”

It felt hotter in the tent, so hot that you were kicking your sleeping bags down your legs, allowing you to inch yourself ever so closer to Nanami, freeing yourself from the confining blankets and, in a sense, the ropes that had metaphorically been holding you back. You moved closer. And you moved with the soft grind as you cut some of your hair behind your ear.

“Does the Nanami Kento like me?”

“If I said yes, what would you do?”

“Well, tell me, and you’ll find out.”

The sound of Nanami’s sleeping bag being unzipped and his smell invaded your space. “I like you.” You felt like the tension snapped in your shoulders as you jerked forward, cupping his face.

“I like you too.” Your lips pressed against his with a soft kiss. Ken didn’t flinch at the sudden intimate contact. Instead, he melted into it with his eyes shut. His hands slowly trailed up your arms, pulling you closer to him with a happy hum.

That small peck became more heated; Nanami’s teeth gently tugged at your bottom lip as he pulled you into his lap with a groan. You shifted your legs to straddle his hips, allowing you to grind against his. The taste of mint flooded the inside of your mouth, leaving you like putty in his arms while you ran your fingers through his soft, blonde hair, gently tugging at it by its roots.

“Haah~ shit.” Hearing a curse being breathed against your lips, you pulled away with a breathless laugh, leaving Nanami slightly frustrated at the sudden absence of your lips.

“Did you just curse?”

The man below you didn’t answer, and instead, he pushed you back against the sleeping bags, causing breath in your lungs to leave as he nudged your legs apart with his knee, allowing him to press himself directly against your crotch. “Yeah—“ he caught your lips with his and another heated kiss, “You’re going to be learning a lot more about me tonight, darling.” Almost all of Nanami’s weight presses down against you, and he begins rocking his hips against yours.

His erection pressed perfectly against your thin shorts; the seam in the middle of them hit your clit perfectly. Soft whimpers escaped your mouth and slipped into his as your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him down tighter against your body as you dry-humped each other like a couple of teenagers. The was flooded with soft grunts and moans along with the shuffling of clothes as you both pushed past the barrier of colleagues and friends into something more.

He couldn’t get over how good you smelled and how sweet you tasted against his lips, making him run faster, his hands gripping your hips and holding them down as he thrusts faster against your pussy. He wanted you, God, and he had wanted you for years! To finally have you underneath him was a dream come true. One that was, unfortunately, most likely going to end like the wet dreams he had had countless times before. Nanami couldn't help it, though, the feel of your body against his, the sweet sounds you were allowing to spill from your mouth into his, already him on the edge. He pulled away from your mouth, a string of saliva connecting your lips.

“I’m sorry to admit this, but I’m not going to last very long.” He muttered, burying his face in the crook of your neck with a grunt.

“Me neither,” you whispered into his ear as your leg started to shake, “faster~ faster!”

Nanami obliged with a moan, rutting his hips faster against your teeth, clenched together, while you gasped, tilting your head back as the slow, steady grinding turned into a more feral, less synchronized pattern. It was turning into something that was more focused on the sweet relief of the building pressure that was going to burst. Sweat beaded on both you and Nanami’s forehead as his lips sucked and nipped at your sensitive neck, making you cry out softly.

Hearing your moans and feeling the way your clothed core twitched against his aching cock encouraged Nanami to grind his lips, moving harder, his fist digging into the blankets underneath as he threw his head back. The head of his cock rubbed frantically over your clit, pushing you closer to the edge. It was when your legs were wrapped around him that Nanami let his whole body hunched over yours as he moaned out loud.

“Cum, oh fuck I’m gonna—!!”

The way his hips rolled expertly against your clit, r your back arching off the ground as your eyes went wide. Both of you came at the same time, his hips stilling against yours for just a second before he thrusts frantically against you, drawing out both of your orgasms until you both that he finally stopped. You kissed each other lazily as your hands fisted the fabric of his shirt. As you closed, separating your bodies from each other, fingers running through your hair until you both broke apart and panting heavily.

“Ooh, shit—” Nanami said, planting several kisses against your cheek. “I feel like a teenager again.”

“Me too—” you giggled as Kento pulled away to smile down at you, fingers gently caressing your cheek. “You wanna do something else like a couple of teenagers?”

“Oh, and what do you have in mind??”

You sit up, grinning mischievous as you toss him his shoes. “Let’s blow this camping trip and head to an amazing twenty-four-hour bakery I know.”

The following morning, when Gojo crawls out of the tent with his blindfold in disarray, he notices you and Nanami are absent while the students are rebuilding a fire. Out of curiosity, he checked his messages on his phone and saw an unopened text. On his screen is a picture of you and Nanami grinning with food in front of you. The message underneath it read. ‘Thanks Wingman.’ Leaving Gojo hooting as he smacks Suguru with his pillow. When the dark-haired man sat up with a groan, Gojo showed him the message.

“Get up! We’ll ditch the tents and take the kids to celebrate with pancakes!”

Suguru narrowed his eyes at Gojo, a vein in his forehead twitching as he shook his head. “It’s too early for your shit Satoru.” He purred before kicking his sleeping bag off.

“I wonder if they’ll name their firstborn after me!”

“I doubt it.”

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