#So much for a weak connection huh

[sinorim-pisani]

tl;dr The Danny Phantom fandom is just obsessed with Found Family and I FALL FOR IT EVERY TIME

Hear me out, people, hear me out......

FRAIDS.

that's it that's the post.

jk jk that is absolutely not the post, because I have SO MANY THOUGHTS ABOUT FRAIDS. Danny Phantom lore at it's FINEST.

Strap in folks, it's about time for another (weirdly long??) DP word blast!

Now this could be the "found family trope" lover in me, but I freaking love the possibilities that exist when it comes to the concept of a ghost fraid. What I've read in fics is just *chef's kiss*. We have the mental links, the ectoplasm based threads that bind everyone together, the found family idea of course, and pleeeeenty of angst potential. But I wanna talk about the nitty gritty details.

What is a Fraid, if not a subconsciously and artificially created link based on a ghost's heightened feelings of attachment, or ownership? Bear with me, I can explain; we'll use Danny and his Fraid as an example here. Typically, when introducing the idea that Danny is connected to his friends and Jazz and Dani via the concept of a "Fraid", fic authors use the image of threads created with ectoplasm to tell the reader that the group is connected together on a higher level. These threads are often a result of Danny unknowingly marking his people as his, and thereby telling the ghost world that messing with these people means messing with Phantom himself. To me, this sounds a lot like Danny is essentially layering his own ectoplasm onto his group so frequently, intensely, and even intently (despite his continued ignorance to what his ghostly side is doing), that his resulting Fraid essentially becomes a part of himself. The ectoplasmic threads are then a physical manifestation of Danny's ectoplasm as it exists in his friends.

But if this is the case, could a Fraid ever be created intentionally?

Let's lay out the apparent requirements to create a Fraid, based on the proposed example above. I'm postulating that, to create a Fraid, the ghost needs to 1) spend a sizable portion of time around the future fraid members, 2) feel strong feelings of possession, protection, obligation, or what have you, 3) maintain a large amount of affection for their persisted presence, and 4) feel safe enough around them to allow their ectoplasm to manifest like an aura, rather than keep it tightly inside and controlled. In Danny's case, all of these conditions are met by Sam, Tucker, Jazz, and Dani, and they are typically the ones you see being placed in Danny's Fraid. His parents aren't on that list, as they fail to meet condition 4, and possibly even condition 3 (which is not to say Danny doesn't feel affection towards his parents. He definitely loves them, but does he love them consistently, constantly, and in the same way as he does his friends?). While Danny is constantly choosing his friends (he chooses them day in, day out, after Sam convinces him to walk to his death, after Tucker makes a decision out of intense jealousy, after Dani hunts him, Danny is still choosing them), he isn't constantly choosing how he feels in their presence. That would be hard for anyone to do, let alone creatures whose entire being revolves around their emotional volatility. The idea of intentionally creating a Fraid is ruled out, based on the idea that, even for beings that run off emotional cognizance, feelings as vulnerable as those required for the process are difficult to create and maintain consciously.

Now how does Fraid creation actually work?

The way I've described it above, I'm going to claim that a Fraid is essentially the ghost version of a horcrux. Instead of the soul going into an object, the ghost is exposing other ghosts (or people, in Danny's case) to intense amounts of their ectoplasm (which could be argued to be their soul given form, I guess?) and the ectoplasm is then settling inside the other party, being absorbed into their core, or skin, and cementing that individual as a part of the ghost creating the Fraid. Since this kind of ectoplasm is primarily that of the ghost, it will invariably have ties to the emotions that ghost is experiencing, hence the idea mentioned above that there needs to be a prolonged feeling of relaxation and safety about the creatures in the pre-formed Fraid. This being the case, I like to think about how Fraids might function when they're made of other ghosts too, and whether or not those secondary ghosts can basically form a layer of Fraids (like one web of ectoplasm built on another web and on another etc with different ghosts being the center point....does that make sense?). Would a Fraid with mostly ghosts develop it's own impression of a core? Is there a threshold of ectoplasm needed to develop a power level in this case? That's some juicy theory building right there.

When Danny's Fraid comes onto the scene, it gets a bit wonky.

Most of the time, his Fraid is made up of two (or three if you're counting Dan) ghosts and three (sometimes liminal sometimes not) humans, and there's almost of bit of a power imbalance. I would say that both Danny and Dani end up establishing this group of people as their individual Fraids, but how do the three humans influence the ectoplasm connection? And how does the fact that Danny and Dani virtually share an ectoplasm signature influence it? (this isn't to say that they share a core or are the same people, I am a firm lover of ice core danny and water core dani, but Dani is a clone and a product of Danny's ectoplasm....do you think they have the same signature, or would Dani develop her own signature?)

Connecting this to my first question above (is a Fraid a product of a ghost's feelings of "ownership" or "possession"): if you like your humans liminal like I do, I'm going to take a chance and say that Sam, Tucker, and Jazz have developed juuuust enough of a ghost core or an ecto signature for the Fraid threads to stick to them, and that ghosts probably wouldn't be able to draw regular, non-liminal humans into their Fraid unbeknownst to them. Due to this, I believe the humans would be able to reflect the ectoplasm back to Danny, creating a stable loop that allows for the continuance of the Fraid connection. I don't necessarily think this alone would allow for a strong connection - they're human, however liminal they might be, and liminal humans don't have the same ectoplasm reserves as a ghost, nor do they have the amount of "soul-like" ectoplasm needed to cement themselves inside the other parties like Danny could ( remember the horcrux analogy?). But! But but but! If Danny and Dani share an ectoplasm signature, and a Fraid is essentially an emotional feedback loop given substance, then you have two times the ectoplasm signature being run through and reflected back to each of the Fraid members, essentially....eliminating the original weakness of their connection?? And therefore you end up with a fully formed and healthy Fraid system?? I think that's pretty neat, right?

Idk dude, is this too long? Is there a limit to how much I can talk about this? I don't think there is.

for the sake of digestibility I'm going to DEFINITELY be writing a part 2 for this!!

But think about these questions in the meantime, if you want:

Would a ghost that isn't the Fraid's formation point be able to reject or leave the Fraid system? How?

What would happen to the Fraid "head" so to speak, if their Fraid threads were severed or rejected, based on the theory that it's essentially a part of themselves implanted in another creature?

Are potential Fraid members aware of what's happening when a Fraid is in its preliminary stages?

Could Fraids be rare?

Am I projecting my feelings of isolation onto a cool kid's show?? Who knows! I feel a fanfic idea coming tho....

Part 2 coming soon!

[astrxealis]

i will continue gbf msq (rambles in tags) ^___^

[inkskinned]

kids remind me, often, of the things i've taught myself out of.

i have a big dog. he looks like a deer. he is taller than most young children. while we were on a trail the other day, a boy coming our direction saw us and froze. he took a step back and said: "i'm feeling nervous. your - your dog is kind of big."

goblin and i both stopped walking immediately. "he is kind of a big dog," i admitted. "he's called a greyhound. they are gentle but they are pretty tall, which is kind of scary, you're right. their legs are so long because they are made for running fast. i am sorry we scared you. would you like us to stand still while you move past us, or would you feel more safe in your body if we move and you stay still?'

"oh. i didn't know that about - greyhounds. i think i ... i want to stay still," he said. at this point, his adult had caught up to us. "i'm nervous about the dog," he told her, "so i'm - i'm gonna stay still." she didn't argue. she didn't make fun of him. she just smiled at him and at me and held his hand while goblin and i, with as wide of a berth as we could make, crept our way through.

behind us, i heard him exhale a deep breath and kind of laugh - "he was really big, huh? she said it's because greyhounds have to go fast."

"he was big," she said. "i understand why that could have made you a little scared."

"yeah. next time i - next time do you think i could maybe ask to touch him? when - i mean, next time, maybe, if i'm not nervous."

later, going to a work event, in the big city, i stood outside, trembling. my social anxiety as a caught bird in my chest. i took a deep breath and turned to my coworker. she's not even really my friend yet. i told her: "i feel nervous about this. i am not used to meeting new people, ever since covid."

she laughed, but not in a mean way. she said she was nervous too. she reached her hand out and held mine, and we both took another deep breath and walked in like that, interlinked. a few people asked us - together? - and i told the truth: i feel nervous, and she's helping. over and over i watched people relax too, admitting i feel really kind of shy lately actually, thank you for saying that.

the next time i go to an event, and i feel a little scared, i ask right away: wanna hold hands? this feels a little dangerous. i hesitate less. i don't hide it as much. i watch for other people who are also nervous and say - it's kinda hard, huh?

i know, logically, i'm not good at asking for help. but i am also not good at noticing when i need help. i've trained myself out of asking completely, but i've also trained myself to never accept my own fears or excuses. i have trained myself to tamp down every anxiety and just-push-through. i don't know what i'm protecting myself from - just that i never think to admit it to anyone.

but every person on earth occasionally needs comfort. every person on earth occasionally needs connection. many of us were taught independence is the same thing as never needing anything.

each of us should have had an adult who heard - i feel nervous and held our hand and asked us how we could be helped to feel safe. no judgement, and no chiding. many of us did not. many of us were punished for the ways that we seemed "weak".

but here is something: i am an adult now. and i get nervous a lot, actually. and if you are an adult and you are feeling a little nervous - come talk to me. we can hold hands and figure out what will help us feel safe in our bodies. and maybe, next time, if we're brave, we can pet the dog that's passing.

[misshoneyimhome]

Can i please ask a small scenario of luke hughes finishing first and he is so embarrassed and cute and hides his face in readers face and neck. Reader is so calm and sweet to him. Thanks love 🥰

Okay okay, so this was very brief! And also my first time writing about Luke Hughes... and I know I said no players born after 2001, but what can I say, I do like a challenge 🙈 Though I do feel like I violated him...

Hope it's alright love 😉🤍

Warnings; 18+ smut; protected sex (p in v);

Word count; 1.5K

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Practice makes perfect | Luke Hughes 🖋️⚡️

"What a game, huh?" you exclaimed with excitement as you greeted Luke, who was coming out of the locker room after the New Jersey game against the Blackhawks.

"It was alright," the young defensemen simply smiled in response.

"Alright? Luke, you played amazingly tonight," you embraced him in a hug, smiling up at your tall boyfriend, feeling he deserved more praise.

"Thanks," he flashed you a sweet, humble smile, wrapping his long arms around your body. Tucking you into him before letting you go and admiring your beautiful face. "So, what's the plan now?"

You could sense a slight hint of nervousness in his question, considering that you and Luke had only recently started seeing each other.

You had gotten to know him platonically during the summer, and as the regular season progressed, you slowly grew closer. However, your relationship was still fairly new.

"Coming over to your place?" you timidly suggested in a sweet voice, and Luke couldn’t help but return your joy. You always had a way of making him weak in the knees, from the very first moment he laid eyes on you, where he mentally had to kick himself multiple times for taking so long to ask you out.

"Definitely!"

And there you were, entwined on his sofa, celebrating the night's victory, with his 6'2" frame leaning over you. Your fingers intertwined in his brown curls as his lips caressed yours, his tongue gently seeking entrance, meeting yours with hunger.

The room was dimly lit, with the soft glow of a lamp casting a warm ambiance. The celebration continued with the faint sound of the TV playing highlights of the game in the background. The scent of victory lingered in the air, mixed with the comforting aroma of the takeout you both had enjoyed earlier.

"Easy, Luke," you chuckled lightly into the kiss, feeling his desire growing, along with impatience and almost neediness. "Slow down, we've got time."

"Sorry, babe," he breathed out with a light smile. "I'm just so..."

"Turned on?" you asked, your eyes glancing downwards to his very hard member, concealed in his sweats.

"Yeah," he softly admitted before once again pressing his mouth onto yours. Although he did try to slow down a little, it was rather difficult for him.

You were one of the most gorgeous and sweet girls he'd ever met. His hockey career always making it difficult to date like a regular teenager, and as a young adult having to take life seriously now, it hadn't gotten any easier.

But then you came around. And though he wasn't exactly a virgin when the two of you met, he might still have been on the less experienced side. Again, his hard work to reach the same level of career as his brothers had limited his social life. Which also meant his intimate time with girls.

And as you felt his rather sizeable length, firm against your inner thigh, you knew he was too worked up to slow down any further.

"Bedroom, Luke..." you breathed in between his sloppy kisses, and before long, he guided you to his room, where he swiftly pulled his shirt over his head, exposing his toned hockey torso, while you discarded your own blouse. Trousers went next, and not many seconds passed before you were back in the same position, your legs on each side of Luke as he hovered over you, lips connected, bodies growing warmer with every touch, creating friction, and sweat.

Yet, despite his deep need to feel himself reaching the much-anticipated climax, Luke was still trying his best to focus on you.

So, as you shared the passionate kiss, his fingers found the edge of your knickers, gently sneaking a finger inside as he located your entrance, poking and teasing before sliding it in.

Soft moans escaped your lips as you felt the pleasure he was causing, and you slowly developed an impatient need for more, which was given to you with a second finger.

And as Luke skilfully fingered you, something he'd, of course, learned from his older brothers, he too felt the impending surge of pleasure within him. The room filled with the heady mix of desire and intimacy, creating a space where time seemed to stand still, solely dedicated to the symphony of your shared sensations.

His cock was already dripping with pre-cum, creating a small damp patch in his boxers as he felt it throbbing, almost pulsating, craving to be touched.

"Yes, Luke," you moaned softly as you felt his fingers massaging your walls.

But with every pump, he felt himself in more need to feel those walls around his length instead. So, as impatience took over, he withdrew his fingers, leaving you feeling a void as he shifted his position, pulled off his boxers, and then returned to tuck down your underwear.

His facial expression was so serious, much like when he was playing hockey - focused and determined. Yet, this time, he also seemed desperate to be touched and in need to reach his peak.

Reaching over to the nightstand where Jack had been kind enough to place a few condoms as a joke, he took out the little packaging. However, as he seemed to fumble with it, you offered him a helping hand.

"Here, let me," you smiled up at him as you took out the latex and gently wrapped his length, causing little squirms from the boy above you, as your touch made him feel the sense of pleasure he was craving.

And then swiftly, he returned to missionary once more and let the tip of his member gently touch and tease your tight entrance.

"Slowly, love," you tried with a soft whisper. However, as Luke eased himself into your depth, your whisper quickly turned into a moan instead, feeling his long shaft filling your warmth.

"Shit..." he breathed out, slowly beginning to rock his hips, letting his cock glide in and out of you as he stimulated your walls. The room echoed with the sounds of your shared passion, a harmony of gasps, moans, and the rhythmic dance of bodies entwined in the heat of the moment. The intensity grew, the connection deepening with every thrust, creating a heated atmosphere. 

"That's it, Luke..." you moaned in between breaths as he found a solid pace, thrusting and hitting the very end of your depth. Your hands finding his locks that you could pull on as you felt the building of an orgasm once again within.

However, the more Luke felt stimulated, the more he increased his speed. His thrusts slowly grew eager and more forceful as he got closer to his climax, still feeling the rush of a win from the match as he pounded into you.

And you felt him getting sloppier. His eyes shutting close as he desperately fought not to reach the peak, trying his best to have you come with him. Carefully he listened to your moans as you were about to let yourself give in to an orgasm as well.

"Yes, baby... I'm close... please come with me..." Luke almost cried out.

And you were almost there with him.

But as you were about to announce your climax, the tightening of your core around Luke's shaft had him involuntarily come a little too close to his peak. And with a deep, uncontrollable grunt, he let himself go, spilling his release into the latex as he felt the rush take over.

"Fuck..." Luke shouted, letting go of the last drops, his body trembling as he almost collapsed and fell with his face into the crook of your neck. The room was filled with the aftermath of passion, both of you catching your breath in the shared intimacy of the moment. The echoes of pleasure lingered in the air, creating a sense of vulnerability.

You let the silence fill the room as Luke slowly gained control of his heavy breaths, his body lying on top of you as he let out a deep sigh.

"I'm so sorry, babe..." he timidly mumbled into your skin, and you couldn't help but form a soft smile on your lips.

"It's okay, Luke," you tried to comfort him with a soft tone of voice, gently stroking your fingers through his hair before he lifted his head to look at you.

"No, it's not okay... you didn't get to come first, baby... you know I always want that," he whispered softly, his eyes darting from side to side as he kept apologising.

But you merely offered him another light chuckle and caressed his cheek. "Hey, it was your night tonight... after the thrill from the game, and how eager we both were, it makes sense it didn't take long."

“Still… I feel bad about not making you come…”

Once more, you just flashed him a soft smile.

“Well, I guess we’ll just have to do it again – you know what they say: practice makes perfect.”

And your words seemed to slowly reassure him as you both remained in the relaxed position, comforting each other while keeping your eyes locked onto his. Eventually, he accepted your words and withdrew himself from your embrace.

Though you had to admit feeling a little disappointed, having been so close to your peak, you were also okay with how Luke came to his release. He had made you feel good after all, and it truly brought you joy to please him.

[binsito]

warning: usage of the words "good girl", "princess", unprotected sex, semi public sex, slight exhibitionism, jealous!hyunjin

hyunjin had enough of this damn cocktail party.

he knew it was the professional thing to do: show up, be cordial and be supportive of his beautiful girlfriend who had worked her ass off to be in the position she was in today.

he was proud of you, to say the least.

watching you sip an alcoholic beverage, with a smile on your face as you chatted away with a person standing in front you.

things were going fine, however the night turned sour when a guy you worked with could not make it any more obvious that he was hitting on you.

hyunjin didn't like that one bit.

especially not when he was standing right next to you, glaring at the dumbass in hopes he would get the hint and get lost.

was he also this brazen when hyunjin wasn't around?

did he always pester you or was the liquid courage making him ballsy?

hyunjin would be damned if he thought he was going to let this slip.

absolutely not.

and the guy was quick to notice that your drink was almost up, offering to get you another one from the bar.

you being the sweet coworker you were, felt it was rude to deny him so you gave him your drink order and he quickly made a beeline to the bartender.

hyunjin wanted to laugh in his face.

did he ever in a million years think he had a shot with you?

of course not!

you were hyunjin's and hyunjin was yours, end of story. hyunjin would never let you go without a fight, which he was convinced he'd prevail from.

god, he was absolutely sick of this fool. who did he even think he was? being so painfully bold in front of him, had he no shame?

frustration and rage was coursing through hyunjin's veins. he swore he wasn't one to get jealous and act out but this guy was going to be an exception.

you hadn't even being paying much attention, staring around at people mingling with your empty glass in hand when you felt hyunjin grab your arm and tug you through the crowd of people.

"hyune? where are we going?" you asked, following him without hesitation because maybe it was important.

sometimes he had moments where he needed to step out for some air if the room became too stuffy so you figured it was one of those instances.

but he didn't answer you, and he didn't step outside either.

instead he pulled you into the restroom, not even caring to lock the door behind him, pressing you into the sink and kissing you deeply as he took the glass from your fingers and set it down.

"h-hyune.. w-wait baby.. w-what's wrong?" you said between kisses, but you already had a feeling of what was boiling inside of him.

he shushed you as he kissed down your neck, squeezing your sides tightly, smiling to himself slightly because he knew that idiot could only dream of having you like this, and a dream could not do the real thing any justice to be quite honest.

"b-baby what if someone-"

at the moment, he didn't give much of a shit if someone heard, if someone wondered where you had run off to.

he flipped you over, you facing yourself in front of the mirror. you both already looked a little disheveled and it made you worry about stepping out there again later looking like a mess.

hyunjin fumbled with his pants, pulling his cock out over his slacks just enough. he bunched your dress up to your waist and moved your panties to the side, watching as a string of your arousal connected your cunt to the fabric.

"god, princess.. you're so wet for me.. you like being naughty huh?" he kissed the shell of your ear, nibbling on your lobe gently.

"we don't have much time to waste kay? look at me.. eyes on me." he instructed, nimble fingers rubbing you a bit while he stroked his cock, lining it up with your entrance

"h-hyune baby-" he quickly covered your mouth as he pressed his cockhead inside of you. you gripping the sink in hopes of somehow grounding yourself but you already felt so weak.

"shh shh.. just take it baby.. i know you can be good and take it.. eyes on me remember?"

you nodded, your eyes meeting his through the mirror, his gaze lustful as he pressed another inch inside of you.

fuck, you already felt so full of him, clenching around his length because the situation was turning you on more than you'd like to admit.

once he bottomed out, you arched your back, his hand still on your mouth to stifle your moans as he began to pound into you. his other hand came up to grab a fistful of your hair, gripping it tightly as he held your head back for him.

he wanted to make sure you saw him ruining you, that he was the one fucking you good. that piece of shit had nothing on him, he was the one who made your knees buckle, that could pull the prettiest moans from you, that got to kiss and squeeze every inch of your body.

"i'm gonna fuck you good but you have to promise to keep my cum tonight okay?" he grunted, you could only nod against his hand, trying so hard to keep your eyes open and not roll them to the back of your head.

"good girl.. that's right baby.." he breathed out.

you both could feel your orgasms approaching, hyunjin trying his best to hold you up while also trying to keep his own composure.

the chatter outside was thankfully suppressing the noise coming from you two but it wasn't very helpful in warning you when someone was nearby.

the door handle twisting and opening to reveal the guy who had been flirting with you. drink in his hand as his jaw dropped at the sight in front of him. seems he had been looking all over the place for you to continue his pathetic scheme and to hand you the liquor he oh so kindly had gotten you.

"close the door, can't you see we're fucking busy?" hyunjin growled out at him, not relenting his pace. you furrowing your eyebrows as you felt yourself start to cream around hyunjin's cock. it was too fucking much, you couldn't hold yourself back anymore.

he quickly closed the door and ran off.

hyunjin smirked, feeling his ego swell. stilling his hips to let his cum shoot deep inside you, not a drop would go to waste.

"remember.. you're keeping it all in okay? gonna fuck it deeper when we get home."

please refrain from reposting, modifying, translating, copying or stealing my work. - © binsito

[astrorafe]

don’t make a sound ⭑ rafe cameron

warnings ; car sex, fingering, rafe being rafe, dirty talk.

18+ mdni

you were both en route to a charity event, one set up by rafes parents. rafe didn't tell you much about the event, only to dress nice, and that he didn’t want to go.

“im telling you baby, your mom just wants us to make an appearance, then you can go wasted with the guys,” were your exact words to help convince your blue eyed boyfriend.

he wasn't pleased that you forced him to go, but you definitely made up for it last night. “agree yo go with me to the event tomorrow, and I'll let you do whatever you want to me tonight.”

your words led to you being tied up, having 4 orgasms and as he would call it, ‘the best night of your life’

the man was a god in every aspect, making you feel things you'd never before felt. and as promised on the way to the event he sparks a conversation,

"do you think i can make you cum before we get there?" his signature smirk plastered against his lips. you quickly shushed him, nodding your head towards the gentleman driving the limo.

"the divider is up, the guy can't hear or see anything baby i promise" he said, hand trailing up your thigh, underneath your dress trying to convince you more.

"we only have like 4 minutes though," you commented with hesitation before fully submitting to your boyfriend, his smirk having you weak in the knees.

the pads of his fingers connect with your clit, starting off with slow, circular movements. his actions caused you to roll your eyes, biting your lip in hopes you don't make too much noise.

"no panties, huh? naughty girl" he raised his eyebrows and his smirk widened.

"i know you like it that way" you replied, receiving a satisfied nod from your boyfriend

"actually princess, i prefer you naked, but i doubt you'll agree to that right now" he muttered.

rafe started kissing your neck, nibbling and sucking on your sensitive skin. he slowly rubs your clit with one finger, fastening his pace, moans nearly escaping your lips.

he suddenly stopped his movements and sunk two fingers deep inside of you, causing you to bring your hand to cover your mouth.

"cmon baby, be a good girl. you know how much I love to hear you" rafe groaned in your ear.

you adjusted and placed your lips by his ear, allowing you to moan into his ear, only loud enough for him to hear.

"fuck rafe, it feels so good," you breathlessly moaned. “i love it when you touch me, makes me feel insane" you carried on.

he let out an appreciative moan, now using his thumb on your clit whilst using his fingers the exact way you love.

“good girl taking my fingers so well for me.” he lets out a groan at the way you shiver for him.

you felt the familiar feeling in your gut, tightening around his fingers.

"rafe, im gonna..." you started, sentence being taken over by a muffled moan. rafe absolutely loved the way you clenched around him, whether it be his cock or his fingers.

“atta girl, cum for me.” kissing your neck and fastening his pace, you clench around him one last time. “good girl, staying quiet for me.” your heavy breathing the only thing that can be heard between the two of you.

"just in time" he said, kissing the side of your head whilst pulling his fingers out of you. you hissed at the sensitive feeling, opening your eyes to see you were pulling into the parking lot of the club.

you straightened your dress as best as you could, and lazily combed your fingers through your hair, wiping away any smudged make up from under your eyes where you'd clenched them shut not 2 minutes ago.

"how do I look?" you asked rafe, turning your body to face him.

"like you deserve more than my fingers" he chuckled. you playfully smacked his arm at the crude comment, only after letting out a small laugh.

"you’re disgusting" you joked.

"say that again, and I'll show you how disgusting I am in the bathroom" he said, raising his eyebrow, daring you to say it again.

“i don’t think i have to say anything, we both know we'll be in the bathroom soon enough" you smiled.

the door opened and you both got out, rafe holding onto your hand to help you.

"you ready?" you asked him

"you’re here baby, im always ready"

⋆ ★ k speaks ⋆ ★

first work 😭, lowkey hate it and will def be going back to edit but for nowww here it is ! also reqs are open for anyone tbhhh i get bored lol so :)

[droopywrites]

did you ever did a part 2 to jjk dudes meeting their child who’s from the future?

⋆｡Part || of JJK MEN meeting their future kids｡⋆

Author's notes: I don't think I've posted it! Considering it kind of left my mind and the old draft is gone, but I did write everything I remember here. Also, it's like 3am and I wrote this crying, not proofread.

CW: Swearing, killing, cannibalism(?) like mention of eating people, children.

Pronouns used for the kids: She/her for Geto and It/its for Sukuna.

Part | (Warning, it's from 2021)

Geto

Starting off strong with Geto.

Definitely another girl. He's such a girl dad.

On a regularly scheduled day like always; it was wake up, talk with his connections, mingle with his family, check on Mimi and Nana, see whatever the hell the non-sorcerers wanted, get greeted by a little girl that wasn't supposed to be on the estate...

What the fuck.

How did she even get here? Why is she here?

Geto would stare at this child in confusion and look around, waiting for someone to claim her.

He has a soft spot for children. Sorcerers, of course. Non-sorcerers, debatable.

So, low and behold this little girl running up to him to clutch at his robes. Him trying to pry her off of him with her relieved cries of "Papa! Papa!" escaping her lips.

Papa?

Holds her by the shirt's scruff like a cat and squints, ready to scold her but pauses when he sees her face.

Because, holy shit, that's literally his twin. And suddenly every rare hookup played in his mind.

But no, she looked no older than 3. He hadn't been with anyone at that time, or ever yet. Not that far.

Drops everything for the next couple of days just to make sense of the situation, only telling his beloved family.

Mimi and Nana fawn over the idea of a little sister but are a bit restrictive if it's not a permanent thing.

The girl didn't speak much except for addressing Geto, the twins, oh and you.

You...?

You.

You.

You, who had just returned from your trip overseas to oversee some tasks involving curses.

You, who the little girl immediately ran to and called "Mama! Mama!"

You, who Geto stared wide-eyed at and surprised as you two tried to settle the fact nothing even happened between you.

Yet.

When that little girl eventually left to her own time, with everything still fresh and confusing, Geto eventually approached you.

Because, well, he wanted to see that little girl again.

After few dates, then a relationship, then marriage. Maybe.

Sukuna

Listen, he is NOT spreading those cursed genes of his pre-human/post-cursed-spirit.

Man hates love.

But, during the Heian period. When some stupid kid wandered into his life as if it always belonged there, maybe, maybe, there was something else in that space in his chest but hunger and his definition of love.

So, there it was. Whatever it was. Standing there with large eyes focused on him with a semblance of admiration and malice.

"What are you looking at, brat?"

"You."

The audacity of this thing. He killed it immediately.

And then it came back. So, he killed it again. And again. And... what the fuck.

This little shit was persistent.

His kid. He doesn't know how. But definitely his kid.

A worthy successor? Fuck no, he's not dying or leaving it as some birthright to a hindrance.

Learning of its origins was pretty interesting, to say the least.

"Not a human? I figured. A curse made from me, huh? Someone weak must hate me so much."

That meant a human parent. Or multiple human parents. Gross.

He wasn't getting into that.

The kid was though.

It often visited this village to... eat? Kill? Fight? Whatever makes it happy.

...

The hell do you mean it was visiting its human mother?

It had a mother? It had a mother that cursed him so much it resulted in a personalized cursed child?

He could see it stare longingly at that woman's village and before he could even kill her, his offspring said goodbye.

"I'll see you in the future, yeah?"

And then Sukuna was sealed.

He probably searched for his offspring in the Modern era.

Author's notes 2: Stopping with these two because it's been a while since I've posted seriously on this account, 2 years? Maybe I've gotten better, maybe not. This was the idea but with updated better minds. Maybe I'll do the others separately again, Yuji, Yuta, Megumi, Toge. Just did the adults first. Doing Choso and Higuruma definitely.

[woso-dreamzzz]

Heart

Mapi Leon x Ingrid Engen x Child!Reader

Summary: They meet you in the hospital

"She's dying," The nurse says to Ingrid.

The club had arranged for the team to go to the local hospital a few weeks before Christmas to give out gifts to the sick kids. Ingrid had enjoyed it greatly, meeting the children and their parents but she still needed a moment to herself.

She couldn't just keep the smile on her face when she saw the children walking with poles attached to wires or the little toddlers who had lost their hair due to chemo.

She had slipped into this hallway to get some respite, only to stumble across the only room that was filled.

Your room.

You've got a little placard hanging on your door, with your name written on it, covered with kitten stickers and smiley faces.

But you don't look smiley at all.

"Dying?" Ingrid echoes.

"Dying," The nurse replies," This is the cardiovascular wing."

"Her heart then?"

The nurse is solemn as she nods. "Her heart." There's silence and then," Would you like to go in and meet her?"

Ingrid's tempted to say no. You're tiny in your hospital bed and she's not even sure if you're older than five. It seems wrong for the nurse to say that you're dying.

"y/n?" The nurse says," This is Miss Ingrid."

"Hi, Miss Ingrid. Are you another doctor? Have you brought me my heart?"

Ingrid almost bursts into tears at the way you're looking at her. She shakes her head. "Sorry, honey," She says," I'm a footballer, not a doctor."

"That's okay," You say," Football's cool too."

Ingrid takes a seat at your bedside. "Very cool."

There's a solemnness in the ear as the nurse tinkers with some of the devices around you.

"Do you like football?"

You shrug. "I'm not allowed to play." You look down at your bedsheets. "I'm not allowed to because it'll make my heart go boom-boom too much. It's okay, I guess."

You look so sad by yourself and it makes Ingrid ask after your parents.

"I'm a..." Your brow furrows as you think of the word.

The nurse helps. "You're in care, aren't you?"

You brighten. "Uh-huh! My care worker's trying to find me a family so I can leave and wait for my new heart at home! I've been asking Santa so it should come soon!"

Ingrid's stomach drops. You're so small and so innocent and the one thing you've asked Santa for is a working heart. "I'm sure he's working very hard to get you that heart."

Ingrid very much hopes that the doctors are working very hard to get you a new heart.

"My heart now is alright," You continue," When I was littler and I was found at the fire station, I had a little hole in it that the doctors fixed but my heart was a little mean and didn't like the scar so it started going boom-boom wrong and now I've got to get a new one."

"I'm sure you'll get a new one very soon." Ingrid just knows that she's going to break down sobbing as soon as she's left, though she can't bring herself to walk out the door just yet.

"I hope so." You pull down your hospital gown to show the mess of wires connected to your body. "Because then I can get these out. They track my heart."

Ingrid spends the rest of her time at the hospital with you and, when she finally leaves, she knows immediately that she'll be back.

She brings Mapi her next few visits, warming both of you up to each other before she asks the question she knew she'd be asking the moment she walked out of your room.

Mapi is more than happy to fill in the required paperwork and spend the money to get your heart stuff into the apartment.

The day you come home with them is perfect.

Mapi brings you up on her back, careful of the little monitors that doctors have given you to track your heart clipped to your trousers. Ingrid opens the door.

You greet Bagheera and you sit in front of them on the floor.

They'd had your room ready for weeks now, just waiting for when you get home.

You're still weak and sickly but you're strong enough to wait for your hospital at home with them.

You take medication twice a day. They go into your room at night to check your monitor. You go everywhere with them, to training, to the shops, all the way to the beach and back.

You doze easily on Mapi, your arm splayed out as she runs soft fingers through your hair.

"What did the doctors say?" She asks softly as Ingrid re-enters the room.

You'd all just gotten back from your weekly check-up where they took scans and did tests on you that they had been waiting on everything to come back.

"The same as usual." Ingrid sounds defeated as she crouches by the sofa in front of you and Mapi. "She still needs a heart. She's stable enough for now. They're thinking about putting in a pacemaker or something called an ICD but those mean surgery. They said it could weaken her too much that if a heart comes along soon then she might not survive another operation."

Mapi's hand freezes in your hair. She wants to scream or maybe even cry. You're so little and already so sick.

"Is it bad," She says quietly," That I just want her to get a heart? I know that it means that another child will have to die so she can get it but..." Her throat closes up and she chokes out the words. "I don't care. I can't bring myself to care about that other child if it means she survives. I just can't. I know that we've only had her a few weeks and I know that the likelihood of her getting a heart is slim but...but-"

Mapi has to stop talking because tears are running down her face as she stares at you, so pliant and quiet on her chest as wires poke out from under your shirt to the little device that's checking your heart rate.

"I get it," Ingrid says," I want her to get that heart too."

For the most part, you're able to do exactly what other kids your age do but it all comes to a head the day of Patri's Christmas Eve party.

You're a bit more tired in the morning than usual and your whole appetite has tanked. You're a little shaky and your hands are super cold so you get put in a warm Christmas jumper and a hat and scarf for the walk to Patri's.

Ingrid and Mapi are loath to let you wander around Patri's apartment but you end up sitting in a group of the girls playing Uno and Keira lets you play on her team.

You're happy with them all but Mapi and Ingrid still hover nearby.

"How is she?" Alexia asks, sipping at the one alcoholic drink she's allowed herself tonight.

"The same," Mapi mutters back as Ingrid excuses herself to take a phone call from your doctor.

It's weird that he's calling so late but Ingrid will happily take a call from him at any time of day when it comes to you.

"I'm glad she's got you two," Alexia continues," She's such a sweet kid. God forbid anything like this happens to my kids."

Mapi smirks. "What? Seeing my kid's got you feeling all broody? Trying to copy me?"

Alexia rolls her eyes. "More like she's got Olga feeling broody. Honestly, they only met once."

"Olga's a bleeding heart," Mapi replies," You'd look cute with kids."

"You certainly do," Alexia compliments," You're more relaxed, you and Ingrid both. Are you going to adopt her?"

Mapi's face suddenly feels hot and she tears her gaze away from you for a moment. "I know it's early," She says," But we're already trying to sort out the paperwork. We're going to get through Christmas and see if a hea-"

Your monitor beats erratically, a loud sound that can be heard even over the music Patri's playing. You slump a little against Keira's side (much to her horror) and your eyes flutter closed for a moment.

Mapi barrels through everyone to get to you. You're still awake (barely) and your monitor displays that your heart is beating in an abnormal rhythm.

Mapi breathes out a sigh of relief. While not ideal, your heart does this sometimes and, just like now, it takes you a few minutes to go back to normal.

A crowd of the team have converged around you and you pathetically faceplant yourself into Mapi's neck with heavy, laboured breaths and grip fiercely onto her top.

"Great news!" Ingrid says as she enters the room before stopping as all eyes dart to her," What happened?"

"What news?" Mapi asks tentatively, still holding you close.

She's beaming again as she crouches down in front of you and rubs at your cheek. "Santa's brought you your heart."

"He's early!"

"He is!" Her eyes are a little wet as she puts your hat back on your head, pulling it down firmly. "How about we get to the hospital?"

You go into surgery within the next few hours.

When you wake up on Christmas morning, it's to Mapi and Ingrid at your bedside and a brand new heart from Santa.

[hitomisuzuya]

Hi suzu! Your fluff is so wonderful I came to request some haha. I think scara coming home to his darling all cosy wrapped up in his big harbinger coat would be really cute if would please and thank you <3

Scaramouche x fem!reader. Comfort fluff cause I am feeling really down. Set somewhere in Snezhnaya I suppose.

Scaramouche had to admit, it was always hard leaving you behind. You looked so cute asking to come with him before he left for the day. Normally, he brought you along, he didn't much like being separated from you.

You grounded him. You were his sanity.

"It's too cold for you today," He'd grumbled, turning to you at the door. He took his Harbinger jacket off and draped it over your shoulders. You were a delicate human, humans got cold easily. And his Harbinger jacket was more like decoration anyhow since he didn't feel the cold.

Scaramouche kept the image of the way you blushed, pulling his Harbinger jacket around you in his head. You'd wrapped it around you comfortingly, like it was the only connection to him until he came back to you.

It always sent him reeling that you love him, and would always be waiting for him to come back. The way your lips lingered on his when he kissed you goodbye made him feel weak in the knees.

Human.

You are his precious, perfect darling. As strong as you were, it was just too cold for you and he didn't want to risk injury to the only gift Celestia had granted him in exchange for bearing with the shitty hand he'd been dealt in life.

He departed reminding you to keep the fire going because it was supposed to snow all day and night. Scaramouche more than felt your absence down to his very joints. The way you said you would miss him, the sincerity in your tone, it echoed through his eyes as he worked.

You weren't there to support and praise him (and stroke his ego) for finishing the mission successfully. His legs couldn't have carried him back to the safehouse fast enough.

When he walked through the door and saw you, Scaramouche wondered if this was what humans meant when they said they could breathe again. It felt like a weight had been lifted off his shoulders when he saw you, curled up on the bed with his Harbinger jacket still draped over your shoulders.

Waiting for him of all people.

"Scara, you are back," You greeted, your eyes lighting up as he brushed the snow off of his hat. You immediately got off the bed and went to him. "You must be so cold, come closer to the fire." Your eyes always had a way they lit up just for him.

Where did you even come from, anyways? You always treated him like he was human.

His cheeks suddenly flushed. Sometimes, it hurt to look at you, but in a good way. Especially when you looked so cute, so unbelievably cute in his Harbinger jacket.

The only purpose his jacket served for him was making you cuter, and it always delivered.

"Huh? Do you have a fever?" You asked, putting your hand on his forehead.

Scaramouche scoffed, and gently batted your hand away. He promptly put his hat on your head, shielding your eyes from the shy blush on his cheeks. "Hush, come sit by the fire with me," He said, motioning for you to follow him as he sat on the floor in front of the fire.

Of course you'd seen the blush on his cheeks. The smile on your face was evidence of that.

[bookishdreamer28]

Rafayel x reader

Just Rafayel being head over heels in love 💜

"Rafayel are you drunk already?" You giggled as he gently picked you up and twirled you around. His melodious laugh filled the air. You and Rafayel were celebrating your anniversary together, and you decided to stay home, drink as much wine as you want and of course, kiss and cuddle as many times as you want.

"Nope, just in love" he said and gave you a peck on your lips.

"How lucky I am, having my own personal sweet-talker"you said and once he set you down, he kissed your hand and held it close to his chest.

His eyes were shining, like two crystal stones.

You rested your forehead on his, a fleeting smile displaying on your faces. This was all you needed. Just the two of you getting lost in your own beautiful world.

"Hhm I'm so happy" he sighed and his hands found their place upon her hips as always, further pulling you closer to his figure. your arms wrapped around his shoulders, your bodies magnetically connecting as one while moving to the rhythm of the music playing in the background.

Your eyes found his as he kept looking at you.

"You're staring..again"

"How can I not? It's the most impossible thing to do when I have you in front of me"

"Oh please, do tell me more" as you stood on your tippy-toes, you heard him stop breathing, anticipating for your lips to touch his.

"You do love tormenting me, huh?"

"I just love seeing you all flustered" you gave him a small pinch on the cheek. He rolled his eyes and grabbed you by your waist.

"You are such a tease"

"Oh look who's talking"

You said and without saying anything more, he suddenly crashed his lips against yours violently. Savoring every taste and feeling. You softly moaned and Rafael's heart beat quickened. The noises you made every time you two kissed drove him crazy. He was weak on his knees for you.

"The things you do to me, the things I feel, nothing can ever be compared to the feeling of you touching me like this, loving me like this" he said once he pulled away from the kiss, and stared deeply in your eyes, letting himself swim in the starlight ocean of your pretty irises.

"Looked at you, my pretty flower" he said and softly laughed at your blushy face.

"And you say that I'm the one tormenting you. But when you say things like these..." you hide your face on the crook of his neck and he chuckled at your adorableness.

"But you're my everything! I want to remind you every minute just how much I adore you" Hearing all these words made your heart flutter in a way you didn't know you could feel. You looked up at him and he leaned down to leave a small peck on the tip of your nose and you smiled at the action.

"Now, will you dance with me again m'lady?" He held out his hand from below like a prince and you immediately held it, a huge smile displaying on your face.

"Of course my prince" you said in a teasing tone and for the rest of your dreamy night, nothing else mattered when you danced in each other's.

Rafayel is just so....so 🙇🏻‍♀️

Next is ma man Zayne so stay tuned !!!

[pablitogavii]

https://www.tumblr.com/zowanew/734000722558025728 omgggg have you seen this vid?? Litteraly so cute, i need the fanfic version of this pleasees

Mi Vida

You took your little boy to see his dad during his time with the selection because he really became impossible at home begging you to take him to Pablo.

"Lo siento, amor..he didn't sleep all night and kept asking for you" you explain and Pablo squatted down to be the same height as the boy who pouted the same way his dad does when he wants something.

"Didn't we agree for you be good for mamá, chaval??" he asked and Mateo grunted reaching his arms around his dad's neck and nuzzling his face into Pablo's neck. Pablo sighed hugging him back and raising him up while giving you a wink.

"Lo siento, papa..miss you" he said making you awe internally always blushing whenever you saw your two boys together like this. They were absolutely precious!!!!

"How long did he sleep when I left??" he asked you and you chuckled remembering that the moment Pablo tucked him into bed, kissed you goodnight and left the hotel, the little boy was back on his feet asking to see his dad again. He was so connected to Pablo it was crazy!!!!

"Not much...." you answered.

"Do you like my t-shirt, papa??" Mateo said showing him the Spain's crest and Pablo smiled nodding his head and kissing his son's head.

"If you have things to do, we can wait for you??" you say seeing that there were people waiting for Pablo to take some pictures with the team and some fans.

"NO!! " little boy protested holding tighter and you chuckled shrugging your shoulders while looking at Pablo with a smile.

"how about this, you wait with mamá here and I will take you two to lunch despues..a burger??"Pablo said knowing that just like him burger was his son's weakness since he was in la masia and doesn't often get to break his diet.

"Si?" Pablo asked again while the little boy nodded still pouting as Pablo put him down and kissed his head before ruffling his hair.

"Tan linda...." Pablo said when he leaned in and kissed your lips before walking away to take some pictures.

"Mi papa es un futbolista mejor here!!" Mateo said and you giggled seeing Pablo smirking when he heard that while his teammates chuckled.

They were taking multiple pictures while you were sitting with Mateo on your lap on the bench until the boy jumped off running to his dad while you called for him. (the video)

He came to Pablo and he opened his arms helping him sit on his lap while you shook your head but he said "esta bien" while continuing to take pictures with Mateo laying his head on Pablo's shoulder slowly falling sleep. Que precioso!

"Gracias!" photographer said and Pablo smiled nodding his head and looking to the side to look at his son's sleeping face before smiling at you walking towards them.

"Finally asleep, huh??" you say sitting next to them and Pablo nodded caressing his hair while pulling you closer letting you rest your head on his other shoulder.

"Mi vida.." Pablo whispered as you closed your eyes as well just enjoying the little peaceful moment with your two boys.It is all that you need💙💙💙💙

[slutforsilverfoxes]

Behind Closed Doors

[A/N: This lil slice of smut was dreamt up as what happened behind closed doors (lol i’m so funny) during Reporting for Duty. You can read that for context or just enjoy some mindless PWP :) ] Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x wife!reader

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You step inside Aaron’s office without bothering to knock, closing the door behind you and abruptly cutting off the raucous cheers of your friends with a smile before turning the lock with a resounding click. Without looking up from his case file, Aaron starts, “I really don’t have time for-”

“Shut up,” you cut him off plainly.

That gets his attention. Aaron sits back in his chair, deigning to look up from his work with his eyebrows raised.

“Excuse me?” His voice has a touch of a challenge in it, the one you wouldn’t dare to play with at home for fear of being punished for outright defiance.

Instead, fueled by your frustration and a responsibility to play the mother of his team, you reply evenly, “You heard me.” Stepping behind Aaron’s desk, you use the arm of his chair to turn him towards you before harshly pushing his legs apart and dropping to your knees between them.

“What are you-”

“What did I just say, Aaron?” you sigh, tone drenched in disapproval. Ignoring the confusion muddling his normally stoic features, you reach forward and unclasp his belt, your nimble fingers expertly working the button and zipper on his slacks to free his already half-hard cock. “Is this why you’re being such a dick?” you tut. “Because your dick needs some attention?”

“Y/N,” he starts, his resolve crumbling before your very eyes as you run your index finger along the prominent vein on the underside of his length. “I’m sorry about- sweetheart-” He loses his train of thought, his weak protest morphing into a stifled moan as you wrap your hand around him in earnest and coax his cock to life.

“Cat got your tongue, Aaron?” You grin up at him, twisting your wrist along his length while he watches you intently with darkening eyes. “All the blood going from that head to this one, huh?” you ask, your warm breath a whisper over his sensitive tip before you dip your tongue into the slit and moan at the taste of him.

“Baby,” he grits out, throwing his head back against the chair when you suckle greedily at the tip.

Looking up at him from beneath your lashes, you coo, “You just needed some stress relief, isn’t that right, Daddy?”

“Yes, angel, yes,” he groans, finally giving in to temptation and wrapping your ponytail around one hand, the other settling on the top of your head. “No more teasing.”

“No?” you ask innocently. “I shouldn’t be mean to you like you were to me?”

Regret momentarily overtakes the lust in his chocolate brown eyes, and Aaron’s mouth drops into a frown. “Sweetheart, I really am-”

You use his knees as leverage to lean up and press a kiss to his lips, murmuring, “I’m just fucking with you.”

His frown deepens and he starts to offer a sincere apology, but you drop back down to your knees and take him fully into your mouth, the words effectively dying on his lips. His remorse evidently forgotten, Aaron’s grip tightens in your hair as he guides you to work his cock the way he likes, a series of quick thrusts followed by a slow drag of your lips along his length.

“Haven’t been inside you in so long,” he growls, and you moan in agreement, the resulting vibration around his cock in your throat forcing him to suck in air between his teeth. “Good girl,” Aaron praises, “just like that.”

He relaxes his grip for a moment, allowing you to pull back and draw in a breath, an obscene string of spit connecting your swollen lips to the reddened tip of his cock. You give a few kitten licks to the head as one hand works the base, the other languidly massaging his balls. “I’ve missed this so much,” you confess in a breathless whisper.

“Don’t you worry, angel,” he murmurs, fingers massaging your scalp while you mouth at him hungrily, “As soon as this case is over, I’ll make up for the nights this week when you’ve only had your vibrator to take care of that sweet little pussy.”

A whimper falls past your parted lips, and you pull your hand away so you can hollow your cheeks and take him down your throat entirely, breathing deeply through your nose as tears spill over your waterline and onto his thighs.

“Stay right there, baby,” Aaron coaches, his breath coming in sharp pants now. You can feel his cock pulsing, and when you realize he’s about to spill down your throat where you won’t even get to taste him, you pull back abruptly, your moan muffled by Aaron’s cum bursting over your tongue. You swallow everything he has to offer with a content hum, only releasing him from your greedy mouth when his hand tugging on your hair forces you to pull back.

You run your thumb across your bottom lip to collect the last of his cum mixed with your saliva before sucking the digit into your mouth. Then you ask with a grin, “Got a clear head now?”

Aaron merely shakes his head at your sinful wordplay, but he can’t hide the smile on his face. Mission accomplished.

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AH tags 🖤 @gothwifehotchner @iyv-ray24 @mrs-ssa-hotch @criminalskies @callm3c0nfus3d

[dungeonpuppykai]

Pairing: Gryffindor!Steve Rogers | Slytherin!Reader.

Warning(s): Rough p-in-v, d/s dynamics, unprotected sex, doggy style, name calling, spanking, hate sex vibes, daddy kink, degradation, hair pulling, meanie Steve but we love it, allusion to choking.  

What happens when a dominant Gryffindor and a relatively submissive Slytherin come together?

While the answer could be one of many things and could range from one extreme to the other, brutal sex qualifies as a fact.

And as Y/n was being obliterated into one of the heavy wooden desks of Classroom 3C, she would agree.

Her chin was propped against the table as she was forced to stare ahead, arms locked together on the small of her back and being held in place by the primary subject of all her ire and well guised fancy as he pounded his cock balls deep into her hot cavern with each thrust. 

The Slytherin's teeth chattered against the wand of her Gryffindor owner, having been ordered to keep it there until he was done venting his frustration out on her weeping pussy that clenched every time their skins collided into contact. 

It was Steve's way of getting her to keep her brat mouth shut during a lesson in discipline, as he liked to call it. And it was also a convenient excuse to get her in even more trouble if the wand fell out of her mouth regardless of the reason.

The girl's nostrils were flared, cheeks flushed and eyes teary as she struggled to breathe normal, the welts that her lover had left on her delicate swells with his wand that possessed an unforgiving sturdiness to it pressing against the cold wood she was bent over, the sound of squelches of flesh violating flesh and squeaking of skin sliding over the desktop loud in the large room.

"Such a sly little slut, aren't you, baby?" Steve grunted as he connected his palm to one of her nether cheeks harshly. "Using those pretty little tits to distract her Daddy" now he snatched a handful of her hair in his hand and pulled until her body curved backwards and lifted off the desk. "Just so inherently wicked, aren't we?" His voice was a snarl.

Competition was competition.

Y/n refused to lose a game of Quidditch just because her lover was among the competitors. 

It was not her fault if Steve -much typical to his house, if she did say so- was too weak to resist and look away. 

But apparently, the Gryffindor captain did not share the Slytherin seeker's thoughts on the matter. 

The girl wanted to shoot back an insult, she really did. But the wand between her teeth and memories of what happened when she let it fall during these sessions forced her to keep her words to herself and the wand in place.

"That's right, keep that bratty little cocksucker quiet" letting go of her hair to allow her to collapse back over the desk, Steve felt sweat broke out on his temples when he felt his high nearing, aware that his lover was close as well due to how her slit was expanding to greedily accommodate him for the cumulation of as much pleasure as possible.

"Dirty fuckin' girl, flaunting that ass all over the field for everyone to see" Y/n's eyes fluttered close as he gave two spanks to each of her cheeks in delayed succession, hitting her spongy bundle of sensitive nerves with each thrust. "Is that a common practice in your silly little house, huh baby? Acting like cockstarved little whores?" Her toes curled and eyes clenched shut as her orgasm vibrated through her being, the intensity causing vitiligo in her ears and hypothermia within her feet that dangled above the ground due to her position under him. 

The tension in the Slytherin's chest grew now, and then it was too much to bear. Arching her back to withstand the force of her strong orgasm, Y/n let herself get carried away by the powerful orgasm and– alas! 

Steve's wand rolled out from between her teeth and slipped past her lips, landing on the flat desktop with devastatingly heavy clicks as it bounced in its place. 

"Cumming without my permission and letting the wand fall…" Steve tutted as he thrusted into her harder, yanking her up by the hold he had on her arms. "Oh, baby. What am I going to do with you?" He whispered in her ear as he wrapped his free hand around her throat once she was up and trembling against his chest.

MASTERLIST

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As a Slytherin who has a bittersweet relationship with Steve, smash.

[arminsesposa]

Sick Day

Gojo Satoru x Female Sick reader!

You could never hide anything from your fiancé as he immediately noticed your sickness.

Fluff, somewhat short

Happy Holidays everyone! This may or may not be my last writing of 2023. I’m actually sick so I took some inspiration.

Don’t forget to Reblog! :-)

Satoru Gojo knew his fiancé by the back of his hand. The moment he met you, he fell hard. Never wanting to leave your side, always bothering you, and finally asking you out on a date. The chemistry and connection was ultimately there between you guys as you guys were inseparable. As he finally proposed to you after a couple of years of you two being together. Now living in a shared apartment, Satoru was beyond excited of his new life with you.

As you sniffled and coughed hard, you were dying. Satoru had left to get groceries as you woke up and began to clean. You tried your best to hide your sickness from him, leaving and excusing yourself whenever you needed to cough or sneeze or any sniffle you had hoping you fiancé didn’t catch on. As you made your way to the kitchen to wash the dishes from last night’s dinner you felt dizzy. Was it from the high fever that you’ve been ignoring? Or the chest pain from every cough you tried hiding. As you finished the dishes, you swayed too much almost collapsing as you dropped a glass. As Satoru entered the apartment the sound of glass shattering caught his attention as he made his way to the kitchen only to see you on the floor picking up the pieces of shattered glass. “(Y/N) what’s wrong?” He asked as he placed a hand on your back and realized something was wrong with you. “You’re definitely not feeling well huh” he noticed your body language and how flushed your face was as you faced him. “Im fine” you tried lying to his face as he immediately got up and carried you bridal style. “Honey, you can’t lie to me. I’ve known you since forever! Last time you lied to me was when you told me Megumi had a girlfriend!” He said with a cheerful grin. “Let me take care of you! You always take care of me, and now it’s my turn” he said as he laid you down the bed and covered you with a blanket.

As you groan and complain almost growing pale, Satoru makes you a tea, feeds you a chicken noodle soup (he secretly called Nanami over since he accidentally burned the first one he made) as he sat down at a nearby chair watching over you. “Toru?” You say in a weak and sick tone of voice as you look over at him. The moment you call his name he looks at you and he notices how weak your voice was. The concern on his face only grew as he listened to the tone of your voice as he was starting to get seriously worried about your health. "Yeah Baby? What is it?" He asked. “Why are you still near me? I’m gonna get you sick” you said as you coughed and sniffled trying to tell him to get out of the shared room. Satoru laughed and grinned like an idiot before continuing “I'm staying right here with you. I won't leave you as you recover from this. I'll be by your side every step of this recovery, I promise." He said cupping your face as he saw how sad you looked. As you held his hand cupping your face you immediately smiled feeling so thankful to have such an amazing fiancé. As you decided to scoot on one side of the bed and tapped on the empty side “satoru will you lay down next to me?” You asked with a gentle smile “I know I don’t want to get you sick so maybe it’s not a good idea” you said shaking your head as you sniffled.

The moment you made the request for him to lay down next to you he couldn't help but get a little bit flustered. He was instantly overwhelmed by the pure affection and cuteness that you were giving right now and he quickly snapped out of it the moment you brought up the fact that maybe it's not a good idea due to not wanting him to get sick. He then got his thoughts back in order and he spoke back to you while smiling softly. "Well do you really want me to lay down next to you?” He teased you as you groaned at his tactics. You immediately took back what you said “I wanted you too, but I don’t want you to get sick, so never mind” as he immediately protested and frowned. Those words instantly made him melt a little bit on the inside as he felt an instant wave of affection overwhelm him. The thought of you being so considerate of him and his health made him feel happy and it gave him an instant burst of confidence. "Well it's my job as a fiancé to take care of you so there's no way I'm staying far away from you. If I have to get sick by being by your side, so be it. I'm laying down." He said as he laid down next to you and he covered both himself and you with the warm blanket. As you cupped his face, now facing him you had to ask him to make sure “Satoru are you sure, I don’t want you getting sick” you said as you sniffled once again. The moment he felt your hand cup his cheek like that he felt your love and warmth as The touch of your hand against his cheek made him feel a surge of affection all over his body and he can feel his cheeks instantly turning red. "Well... You're recovering and I'm just gonna stay with you and not leave your side. So if I get sick by it then I'll just have to deal with it." He said wrapping his arms around you knowing that when he gets sick. That you’ll be there by his side no matter what. As you two slept comfortably together in each other’s arms.

[kentofic]

a lil self-indulgent smutty gojo x reader drabble 💗

18+ minors dni 💖 cw: fem reader, oral, overstim, creampie, pet names, gojo loves to run his filthy mouth

Imagine coming home to Gojo Satoru after working all day at a bakery—a sweet treat for him in hand. He welcomes you back with a huge goofy grin and peppers your face with kisses as you laugh. You try to press the pastry into his hands, but despite the hungry look in his eye, he tosses it to the side. He’s craving something better.

He pulls you close to him, burying his face into your hair, smelling the sugary sweetness that still clings to you at the end of the day. And he tells you in that low, needy whine of his that he’ll eat later. Right now, all he wants is the taste of you, straight from the source. Maybe you hem and haw about being on your feet all day, how you should shower first—but he begs you not to make him wait.

“C’mon, just let me have a little taste, baby. Y’worked so hard today, lemme help you relax, yeah?”

So you let him of course, because when have you ever been able to deny him anything. You lay back on the bed and let him pull off your clothes before settling himself between your legs. He grins up at you from between your thighs as he flattens his tongue against you, wet and hot as he slides it through your folds. He laughs, his eyes gleaming with delight when you let out a weak, whimpering sound. Then he begins his work in earnest.

He eats you out like he’s starving, like you’re truly delicious, like he wants to devour you whole. He loses himself in it, tasting you for his own pleasure as much as yours, his hips rutting his hard-on against the bed. And when you finally come in his mouth, he moans and praises you as he swallows you down.

Part of him wants to give you time to recover, but he really can’t hold back for another second with his cock so hard and leaking in his pants. He begs you to let him put it in your sloppy little cunt.

“Please baby, lemme feel you. So wet and tight just f’ me. I know you want this cock t’ fill you up. Say you want it, baby.”

And even though you’re still sensitive and trembling, you say it, because you love the way he fills you. You both groan as he pushes in, inch by inch, until he bottoms out inside you—the stretch of him warm and delicious. Then he throws your leg over his shoulder, pushes your thigh to your chest, and starts fucking into you at a dizzying pace. He whines and moans, praise spilling from his lips as you take everything he gives you.

“Fuck, you take me so well, baby. Lettin’ me stretch that pretty little pussy—such a good fuckin’ girl for me. Gonna fuck you full of my cum if you keep suckin’ me in like that.”

He fucks you until you’re babbling and gasping, and he lets out a low, desperate groan when you come again, clamping down impossibly tight on his cock. He never lets up his pace, chasing his own pleasure as you shudder through your orgasm. He strokes into you with increasingly wet, obscene slaps each time his hips connect with yours.

You can tell he’s about to come when his eyebrows scrunch together, his breath starts shuddering, his thrusts turn sloppy and erratic. So you pull him in for a kiss, and you let him gasp and moan into your mouth as his hips stutter one final time before he empties himself inside you. He gives you everything he has, then he collapses against you. He murmurs mindless praise into the crook of your neck as he relaxes against you, his mouth pressing wet, sloppy kisses over your heated skin.

“Mm, I filled you up good, huh, pretty baby? Y’re so perfect, y’know that? Took my cock so good, like you were made for it. Could fill you up every day just like that.”

Once you’ve both caught your breath, he slowly pulls his spent cock out of you, a dribble of his cum leaking from your aching entrance. He definitely makes some stupid pun about a cream-filled donut as he watches his cum drip out of you. He cackles when you groan and weakly try to swat him away. He fetches a wet cloth and wipes you down, tender and loving, making sure to clean you thoroughly. His gentle touch after your strenuous activities nearly lulls you to sleep.

But right as you’re about to tip over the edge into a blissful sleep, you hear a comically loud crunching sound next to you. You crack one eye open to see Gojo happily eating the pastry you brought him—and getting crumbs all over the damn bed.

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a/n: ty for reading!!! sry if i wrote the smut too… nasty? idk i’m a slut. i’m getting back into writing n trying to stretch my creative muscles, so feel free to send ideas or requests :3

[clusterbuck]

thought too hard about the word husband, went overboard, as per usual

the first time eddie says my husband, the words feel unfamiliar on his tongue.

he’s never had a husband before. he’s been one, but—it feels all at once completely different and exactly the same. he’s not prepared for how easily the words slip out, or how much it takes him by surprise.

the woman in front of him, the mother of one of christopher’s friends, blinks at him. “you okay?”

“huh?” eddie asks.

“you look kind of startled,” she says. “is everything—”

“oh,” eddie says, and grins. “yeah, sorry, i’m—we just got married. not used to saying my husband yet.”

she smiles at him. “i remember that feeling.” she leans in a little closer, like she’s sharing a secret. “the first few weeks, i kept finding the silliest excuses to say my wife.”

and the thing is—when eddie had first realised he might not be as straight as previously anticipated, he hadn’t expected this part. he hadn’t expected the feeling of kinship something as simple as a word could spark within him, or how seen it would make him feel.

now he looks at the woman standing across from him, and—he doesn’t even know her name, he realises, isn’t even sure which friend’s parent she is, since christopher and his friends are all so independent now, but it doesn’t matter. he doesn’t know if they have anything else in common, if they’d even get along, but for a brief moment there’s a flash of connection. like travelling across the world and meeting someone from your hometown.

he hadn’t imagined the community part of the queer community could be quite so literal.

now he just grins again, looking down and rubbing at the back of his neck. “yeah, i do that,” he admits, and the woman laughs.

“enjoy it,” she says. “so, uh, about the class trip—”

“oh,” eddie says. “yeah, i’ll check with my—with buck, and get back to you tomorrow?”

she laughs. “say hi to your husband for me.”

—

the first time eddie hears buck refer to him as my husband, he almost trips over his own feet.

which—this is the part he should know how to do. this is the part that’s familiar. he’s been a husband before.

but he’s never been buck’s husband, and there isn’t anything quite like it in the universe.

so when buck makes friends with a random couple at the farmers’ market and turns to introduce him, saying “this is my husband, eddie”—maybe eddie finds it a little difficult to stay on his feet. maybe he gets a little weak in the knees.

there’s just something about the way buck’s mouth curls around the word. something about the way buck glances at him, flashing a grin, and it’s only a split second but time slows a little, gives him the briefest bubble of time where buck is grinning at him and there’s no one else around.

it takes a moment for him to remember that he’s supposed to be doing something, that buck is trying to introduce him to this couple selling organic hand-packaged maple syrup.

eddie’s not entirely sure where they’re getting organic hand-packaged maple syrup in california, but that seems secondary to the situation at hand.

so he shakes their hands and smiles and lets their names go in one ear and out the other, and after, he slips his hand into the back pocket of his jeans. the couple turns to sell their questionably authentic maple syrup to someone else, and eddie rests his chin on buck’s shoulder.

“i like the way that sounds,” he murmurs. “you calling me your husband.”

this close, eddie can feel the muscles of buck’s face shift as he grins. “yeah?”

“yeah,” eddie says, and buck turns his head to press his lips to eddie’s cheek.

“hey, husband,” he whispers. “let’s go home.”