#i want to hold onto him and spin around in his kitchen making food and minding his cats weaving through our legs

[trashbaget]

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[gojonanami]

TASTES SWEETER ON YOUR LIPS - SATORU GOJO

✴︎ summary: on a rare day off, you decide to take care of the strongest sorcerer -- with something very sweet. ✴︎ contents: pure domestic fluff, based on that clip of gojo freaking out over pancakes in the phantom parade game, taking care of gojo the way he deserves - with sweets and yourself :), implied smut, some food play, mostly implied, ✴︎ wc: 754

It was a rare day off for Satoru Gojo. 

No missions — overseas or otherwise. No training to deal with for his students. No annoying higher ups to deal with. 

Just the two of you in bed. Satoru was sound asleep, curled up beside you, pretty long white eyelashes and pink lips parted. How was it possible to look perfect while sleeping? Everything about your husband was truly unfair. 

But considering everything he did — you ran your fingers through his snowy locks — he deserved it. He worked so hard, always with a smile, barely with a complaint — you had to badger out of him half of the time, except about the higher ups — and always did his best for everyone around him. 

And the opportunity to spoil him became rare, especially with how busy everything had been with Itadori, the special grades, and everything else he had on his plate. So why not today? 

You sneak out of bed, being as quiet as possible as you head to the kitchen. You had found a recipe for soufflé pancakes with a chocolate and butter pecan sauce. Satoru had been complaining that he hadn’t had time to try the new trend recently — finding the perfect cafe for the two of you in Kyoto, but hadn’t had the time to get out there. But you thought why not beat him to the punch? 

Anything to make him happy. 

Satoru’s eyes fluttered open, the sunlight falling across his eyelids as he stirred, reaching for you, only to find an empty bed. He sighed, eyes opening and he could sense you in the kitchen, and you were — cooking?

He sits up. 

What was that scent? It’s so sweet. 

He’s wandering into the kitchen, yawning, as he wraps his arms around you, pulling you flush against him as he buries his head in the nape of your neck sleepily. 

“What are you doing?” It’s half a question, half a whine, “why’re you up so early—“ and then he spots the two plates in front of you, and he gasp, “what—“ 

“Surprise,” you giggle at his wide eyed gaze, “your six eyes are gonna pop out if you look any harder, baby,” 

“Where did you—“ 

“I made them. I found a recipe and I had most of the ingredients on hand anyway,” you turn to face him, cupping his cheeks, “I know how hard you’ve been working, Toru, and I just wanted you to know I see it — and I’m here to take care of you sometimes,” you lean up and kiss his cheek. 

And his lips curl into a wide grin, and he’s greedy, as he’s tugging you back, “you missed, sweetheart,” and he’s kissing your lips, and somehow you’re the best and the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted, “I love you,” he murmurs, “how’d I get so lucky?” 

“Keep asking yourself that,” and he’s picking you up and spinning you, as you gasp and giggle, holding onto him, “Toru—“ 

“Yes, my lovely wife?” You lean down and kiss his goofy grin off his lips. 

“Let’s have some pancakes, ok?” And he only smiled wider, a mischievous glint in his eyes. 

“Only if I can have you afterwards,” and you laugh. 

“Deal,”

“Satoru, that is your third plate of—“ 

“These pancakes are so good! They’re so fluffy and warm and perfect—I’ve never had such a fluffy pancake!“ and he’s taking another large bite, “and the sauce? What the hell is in that sauce?” 

“Toru—“ and he’s pressing his lips to yours, and you can taste the sweet syrup sauce on his lips, “what—“ 

“I think this sauce tastes sweeter on your lips,” he’s licking his lips clean, pressing a kiss to your neck, his cerulean eyes colored with lust, “do you have more?” And his eyes drift to the bowl of sauce on the counter, his fingers dipping in the sauce, before dragging it along your lips and then your jaw. 

And your breath catches, as he leans over, his lips and tongue dragging along the same path he left, sucking at the sauce and your skin, before he reaches your lips. And his tongue darts out and tastes the sauce, before kissing you, sweet tongue slipping into your mouth, drawing a moan from your lips. 

He draws back, spit clinging to the corner of his mouth, a grin on his lips, as you pant, eyes drifting to the sauce and back to him. 

“…let’s go back to bed.” 

And Satoru Gojo certainly had a very sweet day off with you. 

✴︎ a/n: what is this? i have no idea. i actually really wanna try those fluffy pancakes they sound really good. but also gojo's too cute.

✴︎ taglist: @capitana18girl, @1cadence, @madam-milf, @ceceher, @forest-fruits-jam, @black-nirvanna, @naanamikentoo

[scoutswritingcorner]

Burning The Midnight Oil

Alastor x GN! Reader

A/N: Pspspspsps Alastor lovers come get some food. Could be seen as platonic or romantic.

TW: None

Alastor hummed as he walked down the hallway towards the kitchen, he had just finished his latest midnight broadcast when his shadow alerted him to someone in the kitchen. As he got closer he noticed dim lights from the doorway and the smell of something delicious as well as some soft jazz that made his ever lasting smile grow a little softer.

As he walked into the kitchen he noticed how candles were lit around the room but carefully placed to not truly cast any light into the hallway. His eyes were now casted on you, back turned to him as you mixed ingredients together in a bowl. Now what was his Darling doing up at this late hour? He pondered to himself as he lifted his hand up and gently rapped his knuckles onto the door frame to get your attention, “Burning the midnight oil I see.” He commented as you turned his way, a smile gracing your lips. Oh how he down right adored that smile, it made his undead heart beat just a little.

“I..uh..yes, I couldn’t sleep..” You explained turning back to the stove and carefully placing a skillet on top of the burner, not yet turning it on. Alastor walked closer, placing his cane up against the wall as he hummed along to the tune on the radio, “Now what are you making, Darling?” he asked, reaching over to pull up your sleeve that threatened to fall down tapping his foot to the tune. “Oh uh..Crepes! I found a recipe book earlier today and wanted to try some out..would you like to join me?” You smiled up at him before your focus was back onto the recipe you had written down on paper beforehand. He smiled softly watching as you excused yourself to rush around him cleaning up any mess and setting the batter aside to allow it to rest for a few moments as the instructions said to do.

“Crepes?” He hummed out watching as you turned to him, happily giving him all your attention. Oh, how he ate that attention up. “I would love to join, Dearest.” He said as his tail happily wagged underneath his coat but before he could say something else he watched you hold your hands out to him, “Dance with me while I wait for the batter to rest?” You asked, you always gave him the chance to back out if he was uncomfortable with something. You always asked even if you didn’t outright say anything, how your hand lingered near him in a silent question. That’s one of the main reasons he adored you so.

His everlasting grin dropped to a soft smile as he happily placed his hands into yours, “Of course, Darling.” He purred out, pulling your hand up to kiss your knuckles before allowing you to get situated closer to him. He started to sway with you to the music, watching as you rested your head against his chest, humming along to the next tune that played on the old radio.

The swaying slowly turned into him carefully waltzing around the room with you, happily spinning you away before pulling you back and dipping you into the candle light. Your laughter echoing through the empty halls of the hotel, as the music slowly turned louder and his shadow danced across the kitchen walls. 

You forgot all about cooking the crepes that night. But that was okay, you could always make more if you wanted.

[luniarix]

*⁀➷ 𝙖𝙛𝙩𝙚𝙧 𝙨𝙤 𝙡𝙤𝙣𝙜

sypnosis: basically in which toji and you are having sex for the first time after a 3 year long distance relationship <3

NOTE: WHY DID I TAKE HALF A YEAR TO FINISH THIS BRU. feeling like cory rn LMAAOOO i really don't know why omg im never doing that again i love writing about sexy hunks u will never catch me slipping again y'all I swear. school has been in the way and some personal problems have made it hard to write but im getting back on track i promise. i tried to make this longer than i originally wanted! more fics are otw i defff have plenty of ideas while i've been gone. and ngl i feel like im going to change my writing style up a bit after this fic cause im not really liking the separate dialogue sentences anymore.

CW: fem!reader, virgin!reader, chubby reader!!, possessive!toji, domestic!toji, shy!y/n, whipped!toji, whipped!reader, age gap, established relationship, mentions of sexting, dry humping, unprotected!sex(wrap it before u tap it), mating press, marking, scratching, slight hair pulling, dirty talk, handjob if u squint, fingering, cunnilingus, after care, toji bein an absolute sweetheart cause i’m a sucker for affection, vv domestic moments bc im a romantic at heart, pet names such as; baby, sweetheart, mama(s), etc

majority of people say that long distance relationships were bound to fall apart one day.

not yours and toji’s tho!! of course not, even with all the stigma surrounding online relationships and with the added on fact that it’s “taboo” for toji to be years older than you, didn’t mean you two wouldn’t work out. duhh, you guys are safe from all that.

and so here you were, sat nervously on his couch in his house waiting for him to finish coming back from the convenience store. you guys had decided on your first ever actual date to be a more domestic one— so a movie night with snacks was the go to move. the click of the front door opening has you springing up and walking over to toji who has multiple bags with all kinds of treats.

“give me some. let me help you, kay?”

you mutter, taking a few bags from him before he could protest and setting them down onto the kitchen table. you go into the cabinets to pull out a few big bowls, and start pouring the food into them. all while you were doing this, toji unexpectedly comes up behind you and wraps his strong arms around your waist.

“have i told you how pretty you look baby?”

he presses a few kisses to your neck as he rubs circles on your soft hips, and you turn away from him to hide the way you’re becoming flustered.

“you’ve only been saying it since you’ve picked me up at the airport.”

toji spins you around to face him, and you begin biting your lip at the way he’s eyeing you down. good lord he was so sexy. but looking at him for too long would put you into cardiac arrest with how his green eyes pierced through your own. damn, since when did it get so hot in here?

“i’ll keep on saying it sweetheart, cause i like the way you squirm underneath my gaze.”

you swallow and give a shy giggle in return. you were so glad that toji was your first ever real long term relationship, because him being your first everything? the idea always had you squealing like a middle school girl. but your train of thought had dissipated when toji begun to gently squeeze your ass.

“toji… i- i needa set the bowls down onto the living room table.”

oh wow, now you’re stuttering? you felt a bit embarrassed considering how assertive you were between your texts and calls. yet here you were, getting shy at every gesture he made. obviously during your relationship you two had always been lovey dovey, but you never actually believed that toji himself was clingy. you aren’t complaining tho!! you adored that he was like this with you.

“that can wait, just let me kiss for a bit.”

and who were you to say no to his request? with the way he was holding onto your waist as he pulled you into a sweet kiss was when you knew this was worth waiting for. the soft sounds of your lips parting and connecting once more had your head spinning— your knees becoming weaker from every caress he gave.

“you taste so good mama.”

the signature nickname he gave you since the start of your relationship slips out, and you moan in satisfaction. you grip onto his black wife beater shirt, then smooth your hands up to grab onto his shoulders, jabbing your nails into his skin from how jittery you were getting. he softly bit your bottom lip, and that made you part your lips enough for him to slip his tongue in.

your vision grows hazy and your eyes close shut before pulling away in a gasping manner. toji gazes at you in desire as you begin to act like that didn’t phase you— when in fact you were trying your best not to start jumping around and doing jumping jacks. good god, you really did win the lottery with him. you push your hair back from your face and grab the bowls before walking right past him and setting them down on the living room table.

toji follows right behind you, pulling you back into him as he sits down on the couch. you squeal as you fall right into his lap, chest right against his. you flutter your lashes at him as he licks his lips and leisurely glides his hand down from your neck all the way down to your ass once again. it made your body twitch in delight, and you grind against his crotch in response to his tease.

“oh? ‘you finally gonna stop bein’ shy with me mama?”

toji rubs his hand up towards your waist and pinches your hip dip. you have your own hands massaging his shoulders as you begin to mutter in embarrassment,

“you keep trying to provoke me, asshole.”

toji gives you a sly grin before you impulsively decide to pull him in by the straps of his wife beater shirt, kissing him once again. you gasp desperately and he soon had his tongue dancing with yours. you nibble on his bottom lip and pull back just a little to tease him, which has his eyes widening in shock. your confidence boosts at that reaction and you begin to go down to his jaw, peppering soft kisses towards his neck and that’s when you begin to suck.

you give wet kisses to his adams apple and switch from sucking on his skin to kissing over the markings that began to fold. you do the same all over his neck and you then trail down to his collar bones. you moan in surprise when you could start to feel toji’s boner pressing against you through his sweats. wearing biker shorts wasn’t helping either because you could clearly feel the imprint.

you whine and grind against him, trying to create more friction as your arousal begins to stain your panties and possibly through your shorts. toji groans and grips onto your hips, both of you moving in a messy rhythm. your thighs began to tremble as your clit became more and more sensitive with each reaching second. soon enough you’d orgasm, all while being clothed.

this idea makes toji stop grinding against you, gripping onto your hips to stop you. you’re dazed out expression contorts into a frustrated one as you pout. why wasn’t he letting you orgasm? you knew toji was the type of man to put your pleasure over his own and yet he was stopping you from reaching your high.

toji only chuckles and brushes a thumb over your soft lips, nudging his finger in a bit to coat a bit of saliva on it. meanwhile, he’s rubbing your hips and thighs.

“i know you’re frustrated baby, but it’s our first time together, and you deserve to orgasm in a much better way than just dry humping.”

your lashes flutter against your skin as you melt against his touch. gosh, he was always thinking about you first and you loved it so much. you were so entranced that you could only nod in response, a dreamy expression on your face. after all, this was the first out of many that you guys could get intimate with each other face to face. toji smiles lazily, admiring how beautiful his baby looked. he’s then quick to take off your shirt and helps you slip off your shorts, only leaving you in your undergarments.

he squeezes at your pudge, loving how soft you were— grinning at how you twitched and tried to hold in your giggles. he loved every part of your body, and he was going to make sure to cherish all of you. you deserved to be loved right. toji leans forward to rest his head against your tits, reaching his hands behind your back to smoothly unhook your bra. you gasp in surprise as the straps begin to slip off your shoulders.

he pulls back to have your bra fall off, pretty tits now being exposed to him. toji sucks in a sharp breath as he internally groans at how big your tits were, bringing his hands up to cup them. you softly moan and your already perked nipples hardened even more. he fans his breath against one, and gently pulls on the other. your soft sighs is what brings him to hurriedly put his lips around your nipple, licking and kissing the bud.

you sharply inhale and squeeze his shoulders. you felt like a mess, because you couldn’t think straight and the only thing your mind could focus on was the way toji’s boner was right against you and neither of you were fully naked yet. you just wanted him to fuck you so good— to make up for all the years you two missed out on each other’s bodies.

toji kisses the nipple he was teasing his fingers with, and then begins to suck on it as he then swirls his tongue around your areola. you bite your lip and shutter in satisfaction, as you feel him begin to toy with your other nipple. toji makes sure to leave marks all over your chest before actually gently laying you on the couch, and taking his own shirt off. you’ve seen it all the time through pictures and videos when he would be sending you gym videos, or when you would facetime when he would be at the gym or when it was late at night, but it still came as a surprise to you on how well sculpted he was.

“ya like what ya see baby?”

he’s grinning at you, and you realize that you’ve been staring at him for too long. you roll your eyes and smile back at him. there wasn’t any point in denying at how in awe you were with how sexy your man was.

“i do. you look so handsome.”

toji’s eyes become hooded, pools of emerald green darkening at your compliment. he licks his lips before pulling at your panties, ripping them in the process of quickly having them be thrown somewhere on the floor. wow, he must’ve really liked that comment.

you prop your elbows up against the couch and watch with wide-blown eyes as he pulls down his sweats and boxers, also discarding the clothing somewhere on the floor. his cock was— big and oh so girthy. you were definitely turning into puddy by the next morning.

you gasp when he pushes your legs apart and he’s sloppily pumping himself as his gaze latches onto yours, and blood rushes to your face from how self-aware you were. he was jacking himself off to you right in front of you. and dirty enough, you liked it. you liked having him look so desperate right above you, as he gets himself prepared to fuck you.

god, was that whole length seriously going to go inside you? toji would always speak about how big he was in a cocky tone and when you saw it on camera for the first time, you knew not to doubt him. but seeing it in actuality made it sink in on just how big he really was.

your breaths get heavier the more his pre dripped onto your lower abdomen, and as he was beginning to groan more. you were quick to put a hand around the top of his length, teasing his tip. toji’s body jolts for a second before he’s quick to relax once again and his pace becomes faster.

you draw circles around his tip, making sure to gently squeeze him every few seconds. you could tell how bad toji wanted to cum with the way he started to buck his hips and the lewd squelching noises got sloppier.

“fuck, i can’t take this any longer.”

toji abruptly pulls away from you, backing up to then grab your thigh and slide his hands up to your knees, lifting your legs off the couch to have you be folded against him, legs now hooked over his shoulders. your eyes widen when his nose is pressing against your pubic area, and he’s looking up at you with devilish eyes.

“been waiting to do this for a while..”

he murmurs, licking his lips feverishly. he’s quick to press his mouth right against your cunt, giving leisure licks to your clit. you cry out in surprise, thighs quickly beginning to tremble. you try to silence your moans by biting your lip and having a hand cover your mouth. but toji looks up at you and furrows his brows.

he pulls you closer and pushes your hips upward, your ass slightly lifting off the couch cushion as he gropes your asscheeks. he’s eating you faster, tongue swirling against your clit and then feverishly leaving sloppy kisses— and repeat. your eyes roll back as your body jolts in utter pleasure.

you try to push his head back from how flustered you were— but instead, your fingers tangle themselves into his hair as you pull on it, tears prickling at the brims of your eyelids. you mewl pathetically, trying to move your hips in a rhythmic pace against his tongue. you could feel the knot in your stomach beginning to form.

“oh god! toji! m’gonna— gonna cum!”

you shriek, thighs closing around his head as your body shakes in such a way that has toji holding onto your hips to steady you a bit. you try to hide your moans with your hands again but he’s quick to grab your wrist with his free hand and pin it down to the bed.

when he feels like you’re wet enough, he slowly inserts one thick finger into your twitching hole. your pupils dilate and your mouth turns into an “o” as you desperately gasp for air. his relentless pace becomes too much to bare when he’s inserting another finger, and you squeal with pleasure. your own fingers couldn’t compare to how good his own were stretching you, working you to a release.

his mouth goes back down again, gently sucking on your clit, as his fingers roughly fucked you. your eyes are practically crossing and toji could almost see stars swirling in your pupils as you succumbed to the immense feeling that was beginning to build up. you were whispering his name, chanting it over and over again like a prayer and it made him want to reach down to his cock and pump himself to your moans.

“oh! oh, tojiii! please! please let me—”

a sly grin forms on his swollen lips, and he curls his fingers at that spot that has you almost screaming, back arching off the couch as you grip onto his hair for dear life, pulling on it as your body quivers in delight. he was so good at this you feared that you’d end up closing your thighs around his head without thinking and suffocate him on accident.

and when he gently takes your clit in between his lips and sucks all while hitting that sweet spot inside, you come undone. toji could barely hear the "m'cumming!" you squealed out before you're creaming against his face, juices flowing down to his chin as he laps up your overstimulated cunt, moaning in satisfaction at how addicting your taste was.

"god you taste so fuckin' good, sweetheart."

you whine in response, hardly registering what he said over the loud drumming of your heartbeat, a dazed expression painting your face which made toji chuckle. but he didn't want you to get tired just yet. and so, he's quick to swipe his tongue over his lips, fingers taking the dripping cum on his chin into his mouth all while looking directly into your eyes. he's then towering over you once more, green eyes shining once more through the illuminated moonlight peaking through the curtains of his home, streaks of dark raven hair being outlined by said light.

"I love you, to'."

the words slip out so easily, so naturally, that it almost surprised you. but it didn't, not as much as the faint sharp inhale you heard from the man above you. it wasn't that you guys hadn't really used the words between you two, but more so it felt more real, more raw, now that you could actually say it to each other face to face. not that it hadn't already meant a lot during the time that you were long-distance but cmon, who couldn't say that this was so much better?

he lines himself up against your folds, bending down to kiss you on the lips. he didn't say anything. but he didn't need to, not with the way he brought his free hand up to intertwine with yours, giving an affectionate squeeze. and certainly not with the way he had begun peppering kisses all over your face, from your forehead down to your chin. rather than saying it back, he's showing you. showing you that this? this was going to be you two from now on.

"you ready, baby?"

after seeing his dick for the first time? since forever.

but you only smile against his lips, nodding in response. he nuzzles your noses together, tip slowly pushing into you. you moan, back slightly arching off the couch once again. toji then gently puts your legs over his shoulders anew as he finally wedges the tip inside, stopping every now and then so you can begin to stretch out and accommodate his girth and length without much struggle.

"oh fuck, you're so fuckin' tight."

toji moans as he bucks against you slightly, pushing another inch further in. you throw your head back against the soft cushions behind your head and gasp. he was so big, you already felt so full. he inches in slowly, and you could feel yourself loosening up more and more. your thighs are visibly trembling, and you could feel every trace of his vein that trails down his entire length. at one point, you felt like you could feel him in your stomach. toji finally goes in to the hilt, and your mind went blank.

it felt like forever for him to fully stuff himself into your pussy but when he had, you could feel his tip kiss your cervix and your body was tingling all over, tears forming at the brims of your eyelids as a reaction of pleasure. your bodies were finally connected and you were thrilled, so much so that you began squeezing around him—tighter.

"shit baby, you're sucking me in."

toji whispers huskily, thick black bangs of hair stuck onto his forehead from sweat as his beefy arms are caging your head. you moan in response, wrapping your arms around his neck and fingernails pressing on his back, scratching him. he grunts, lifting up to position himself to squat on top of you. oh my god, toji had put you in mating press.

his hips move back and slam back into you and you force down a scream when you feel him go so deep. your tits circle as you shake in desperation, and your cunt spasms at the feeling of the way his cock twitches. toji laughs, voice so deep and raspy that it made you wetter than you already were. he was amused at your reaction.

but you were getting impatient. finally getting used to his size meant that he didn’t have to hold back, and you didn’t want him to. you wanted him to have you not feeling your legs by tomorrow morning, and screaming until the entire neighborhood knew his name.

“please to’… want you to fuck me hard.”

being so close to him meant that you could not only see his reactions, but feel them too. so when he shudders from your words, it has you whining. his hips slowly begin to move, and your hands squeeze his shoulders in utter delight as you repeatedly gasp with each soft thrust.

and when he grabs your disheveled hair to tilt your head back, aligns his lip right against your ear? it has you quivering around his cock as he whispers to you,

"y’want me to fuck ya until you’re cumming all over my cock hm? want me to fuck ya ‘till you’re seeing nothin but stars?”

your toes curl as you tighten around him, the delicious feeling has him sighing in ecstasy. you then nod frantically, raking your nails against his biceps. you couldn’t even give him any other response besides a pitiful whimper. toji chuckles darkly, before fixing his positioning on top of you.

he pulls out just enough so only the tip and an inch or so are wedged in, and then snaps his hips back into you with full force as you jolt while screaming out his name. and then he starts fucking into you, almost at a feral pace. you grip onto his shoulders like your life depended on it, jaw slacked and the most erotic moans spewing out of your glossed lips.

“oh- oh my god! toji! please! ffucckk!”

you never knew you could moan so loudly, and god was it embarrassing. not in the shameful way, but more so… the fact that you couldn’t ever imagine yourself moaning like this until toji made it possible. your thought process is shortly cut off when toji begins to groan— and, was that a whine that you just heard?

you feel his hand trail down to your twitching clit, and your lips form an “o” shape as he begins to ever so softly pinch it. you wail as you frantically claw at his back, bright red scratch marks appearing that were sure to last for a while. toji grunts, he wouldn’t admit it just yet but the pain from your nails mixed with the sheer pleasure your pussy was bringing him was making his balls swell much faster than he expected.

and the way your tight gummy walls were sucking his fat cock in— it was like you were begging to be filled up with his thick cum. but maybe that was just him speaking for himself. the idea of cumming in you was enticing; one that consumes his sexual desires. but not just yet. toji looks down to see a white ring begin to form at the base of his dick, and he licks his lips as he glances back up at you.

you looked so pretty, fucked out on his cock like this. your tits were jiggling in rhythm with his animalistic thrusts, and your nipples were rubbing against his chest. and he was even more enamored with the sound his balls slapping against your ass were making. fuck, he was bound to cum soon. but you looked like you were on the brink of shattering more so than he was.

that specific feeling of your stomach clenching and your body tensing up has you knowing that you were going to reach your release any minute. and so when toji begins to messily rub his fingers against your clit to overstimulate you all while he’s rutting into you with one goal in mind— you break.

your thighs are quaking against his body, as your cunt gushes out milky white cum, coating toji’s cock and his inner thighs. you whine when toji pulls out and releases on your stomach and tits, feeling empty without him inside anymore. with your eyes rolled back, lights swirling behind your eyelids as you were trying to form coherent thoughts, with you trying to control your ragged breathing; you almost didn’t register toji’s “you okay mamas?”.

you look at him through half-lidded eyes, and exhale out a velvet “mhm”, a lazy smile spreading across your lips to reassure him even more. he laughs softly and then slowly pulls back from you to have your legs lay on his sides, as he begins to slowly and gently massage from your thighs down to your ankles. you moan with relief as you hadn’t even taken notice to the slight pain within some parts of your legs that toji was rubbing on.

“you did so well baby.”

he mumbles, bringing one leg up to kiss from your calf to your ankle, then the other. you practically melt from his touches— he was so good at making you feel loved in all kinds of ways and it made you go crazy.

“thank you for this amazing first time experience, to’.”

you reach for his free hand, pulling him down so you can give him sweet kisses on his lips and cheeks. he kisses you back, squeezing your hand affectionately. you both pull away and you slowly sit up, leaning against him for support.

“only the best for you, sweetheart. i’ll be right back with a wash cloth for ya, ‘kay?”

you nod and watch as he gets up and goes back into the bathroom across the room to get a wash cloth, and he comes back in a few seconds. you sigh at the feeling of the warmth of the water on the cloth, and toji cleans the sticky mess he left before going down to in between your thighs to clean, then the couch. he jogs back into the bathroom to leave the cloth and wash his hands, and maybe his dick, and comes back to you once more.

he sits next to you and brings an arm around you, rubbing your shoulder with his hand. he then tosses a blanket that was laying on the side over you two— and you realized how bad you’ve always wanted this. gosh, you couldn’t wait for more moments like this.

and then you look in front of you, and you remember what you two were actually meant to be doing.

“baby, what about the movie we were supposed to be watching?”

toji’s eyes widen, almost like that never crossed his mind, and you can’t help but giggle at how fast he grabs the remote to put on Netflix and swipe through movies you two could watch.

“we still can mama, jus’ don’t fall asleep on me.”

“you’ve already tired me out, so no promises.”

you grin at the way he playfully rolls his eyes and gives you a cheeky laugh. so when he pulls you in to peck your forehead, and for just the sake of being closer?

you know that this is where you were meant to be.

P.S: wow!! this was so much fun from start to finish. writers block is a real pain in the ass but more is to come, at a less-half year disappearance-rate LMAO. def going to write more abt this trope, i loved it sm.

feel free to leave ideas in my inbox or a comment ♡ if i made any grammar mistakes that i missed, lmk！and thank u so much for reading (●´ω｀●)

[sturniolos-blog]

So here is my request for dad matt so you have two kids obviously and it's been hard trying to get 'alone time' and when they finally do the baby wakes up and it's a disaster but at the end it works out and they have their 'alone time'

P.S. love ya💙😇☠️

Alone time - Matt Sturniolo x Y/n Oneshot

warnings - smut, cute, swearing, kissing, fluff, interruptions

smut summary: p in v, (unprotected with bc), praising, fingering

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1:47pm

I walk in the house from grocery shopping, holding bags of food.

My two year old looks up at me with toys in his hands, “Mama!” He yells, dropping the toys and running up to me.

I laugh, “Wait, baby, wait.” I struggle with the grocery bags, bringing them into the kitchen.

Mailo tugs on my shirt. Getting impatient as he lets out whines.

“Mailo, baby, wait!” I raise my voice.

Mailo then starts crying as he holds his arms up, wanting to be held.

I try to put some groceries away but with Mailo still tugging on my shirt and letting out whines it was impossible.

I lean down and pick up Mailo, “Can you chill out?” I whisper before Matt comes out with Estrella in his arms, she had tears running down her cheek as she sniffled.

“Oh, baby, what happened?” I asked as Mailo rested his head in the crook of my neck.

“She doesn’t feel good, she threw up.” Matt says, kissing Ella’s forehead as she had her arms wrapped around his neck.

I nod, “Okay, i can call the doctors office and make an appointment for tomorrow.” I walk up to Ella as her eyes were red and teary, i felt her forehead, she was burning.

“Aw, baby.” I mumble. Matt gives me a sad smile.

She perks her head up and puts her arms out to me, “Mommy,” She whines.

I try to put Mailo down but he starts crying and tugging on my clothes once again.

“Mailo stop!” I yell.

He cries, “Pick me up!” He grabs me.

Ella starts whining, “Mommy!”

“Okay, Mailo come on. I think you need a nap, buddy.” Matt says as i take Ella in my arms.

Mailo throws a tantrum, “No! Daddy no!” Mailo yells as Matt grabs him and picks him up.

Ella holds onto me tightly as she sniffles.

“Okay, calm down baby. I’m here..” I whisper, kissing her forehead.

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2:34pm

Matt walks downstairs as im washing dishes, he comes behind me and kisses my neck, his arms around my waist. “They’re asleep..” He whispers against my ear.

I laugh, “We’ll see how long this lasts..” I say as i finish washing the dishes, drying my hands.

Matt chuckles and spins me around, pressing my back against the sink as he takes the towel from my hands, putting it on the counter as he leans down and kisses me.

I smile into the kiss and wrap my arms around his neck, he presses into me making me let out a soft sigh into the kiss.

His lips leave my lips to trail to my jaw, then down to my neck, sucking softly as i run my fingers through his hair.

Matt pulls away to look at me, smirking slightly. “We should-”

“Mommy! Daddy!” Mailo yells from upstairs.

Matt lets out a huff, his head dropping into the crook of my neck.

I kiss his head, “I know, Matt..” I sigh.

“Daddy!” Mailo yells again.

Matt picks his head up and starts to walk away, “Coming, bud!”

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9:47pm

I walk out of the bathroom and let out a long tired sigh.

Matt puts his phone down and puts his arms out for me.

I comply, climbing on the bed and crawling in between his legs, laying down on his chest.

Matt kisses my head and rubs my back.

“Tired?” He mumbles against the top of my head.

“Mmm..” I hum in response, nodding against his chest.

“Let me take care of you..” Matt whispers, his hands trailing to my waist.

I smile, “Matt-”

He cuts me off, “Please?” He pleads.

I sigh and nod.

He chuckles and kisses my head, flipping us over so he’s on top.

He kisses down my neck as he rests in between my legs.

He pulls my shirt up to reveal my breasts since i wasn’t wearing a bra as i was gonna go to sleep.

My nipples were already hard from the temperature change, he smirks and kisses my left breast, sucking on my nipple slightly as i arch into his mouth.

His right hand fondles my other breast as my hands go to his hair.

His hands then move down to my pants, pulling my shorts down along with my underwear with complete ease.

He reveals my pool of arousal. He chuckle, “Aw, baby..” He mumbles.

He rises back up on top of me, kissing my lips as his fingers circle around my clit, i moan into his mouth as i buck my hips up.

He hums, sticking his tongue into my mouth, swirling around as he sticks a finger easily in me.

I pull away from the kiss to let out a moan.

“Matt..” I hiss, rolling my hips against his hand.

“Shh.. don’t wanna get interrupted again, right baby?” He hushes me, adding another finger as i bite my lip.

I shake my head, he chuckles and kisses my cheek.

He then pulls his fingers out of me, leaving me empty, i let out a whine.

“I know, n/n. I know, wait.” He says, now he was fumbling with his sweatpants, desperate as his hard on begs to be released.

He pulls down his sweatpants and reveals his erection. I squeeze my legs together at the sight, begging for some relief.

He spreads my legs apart again and gets ready in between me, him rubbing his fingers up and down my slit again and rubbing his own cock in it.

He then pushes in me slowly, his mouth dropping slightly.

He gives me a minute to adjust since we haven’t had sex in a while, but he then slowly starts thrusting in.

I let out a couple moans, trying to suppress them.

“So, so good. Fuck, y/n.. i’m already gonna cum, so pent up, all these weeks, not fucking you.” He speeds up, clapping sounds filling the room along with Matt’s groans and my whimpers.

I clench around him, “Matt, i’m cumming!” I warn, still trying to be quiet.

“Fuck, baby, me too. G-god, holy, fuck.” He groans before finishing in me, coating my walls with his cum as he continues to thrust in a couple more times before pulling out, watching his cum drop out of me.

He smiles before leaning down and kissing me, “Good job, baby.. let’s get you cleaned up.” He mumbles against my lips.

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the smut was messy and rushed and this like whole fic was like bad personally and sorta short but i hope you guys enjoyed it!

taglist: @sturniolosmind @novasturniolo03 @hearts4chriss @vinniehackerslefttoe @christhopersturniolo

[bakugosatoru]

My Hero Academia Comfort Headcannons

Male Characters

Requests Open!

Warnings: None Genre: Romantic Fluff Fic Type: Headcannons Fandom: My Hero Academia

Authors Note: Very self indulgent, just doing my favorites but will happily do the others or the girls if requested!

Midoria

- Immediately drops EVERYTHING if you seem upset. - Doesn't matter if he's at work, on patrol, in a meeting, he is on the way to wherever you are with your favorite snack. - Will sit and hold your hand and try and coax you to tell him what's wrong. - Just want to sit in silence? He's fine with that too! He'll happily hold you and just hum some song from an All Might movie he watched recently while rubbing your back. - If you do want to talk, he will do an amazing job listening (although he might mumble a bit after while he tries to figure out a solution) - "Hey, no matter what, I love you okay? I'm always here, whatever it is we'll get through it"

Bakugo

- Wont pry if he can tell your upset, will wait for you to come to him if you need comfort. - If you don't tell him but he can tell somethings on your mind, that's when he takes matters into his own hands. - He wraps you in a large hug, trapping you against his body and softly rubs your back. - Will most likely try and get you to sit down and relax. - "Tsk, stop being difficult. Just sit and let me handle it" - He'll put on your favorite music and make you a warm drink before sitting down with you and pulling you to rest against him. - Forehead kisses, enough said. - "Whatever you need, I can do it babe. I got you."

Kirishima

- "Woah woah woah baby, somethings on your mind. What's going on?" - IMMEDIATLY knows when something is wrong, its like a sixth sense. - Scoops you up and wraps you in a blanket before plopping you in front of the tv and turning on your favorite show. - "I'll be right back honey" - He runs to the kitchen and comes back with your favorite food, exactly how you like it. - He pulls you into his lap and rests his head on your shoulders while playing with your hair. - "Love you so much babe. Every day 'till the day I die"

Denki

- Is knocking on your door the moment someone tells him your having a bad day - He's worried but tries to hide it so he doesn't stress you out. - Pulls you into a hug right in the doorway, before dragging you inside and putting on some music. - "Come on gorgeous, dance with me for a bit. I promise it'll make you feel better!" - He'll spin you around the room, dancing terribly but making sure your having fun. All he wants is to put a smile on your face. - "There's that gorgeous smile I love so much. I love you"

Sero

-If you try to walk past him in a bad mood you will VERY quickly find yourself being pulled back into his arms by his tape. - He'll quickly remove the tape, only to trap you in his arms. - "Alright dove, you have to tell me what's going on. What can I do for ya?" - If you can't think of anything you want, he'll settle with just curling up on the couch with you so you can watch him play videogames. - During any cutscene or pause in the game, he's holding your hand or rubbing your back. - Eventually he just pulls you onto his lap, so he can hold you even while he plays, his chin resting on the top of your head. - "Tell me if you need anything baby, i'll do anything to see you happy. I love you"

[just-jordie-things]

Hello!! I hope you are doing well! I binged a bunch of your writing and I adore it all so much 🥺 If you are still taking requests from the kiss prompt, would you be able to do 73 with gojo

kiss prompt 73: height difference kisses where one person has to bend down and the other is on their tippy toes

a/n: this is an absolute brainrot post :p not my fault he's so yummy. here's a bunch of height difference kisses with gojo hehe ___

satoru loves kissing you, because he loves you and he loves affection and yadda yadda, but mostly, he loves the difference in height between you two.

he loves that if you want to give him a kiss that you have to push onto your tippy toes and grab him by the shoulders to pull him down to meet your stretched height. even while reaching on your toes you aren't close enough to reach him.

he loves that he's able to reach down to grab you by the legs and lift you up with ease so that you're at his height and you can kiss him as much as you want. he loves that when he lifts you up with a hushed 'jump' mumbled into your mouth that you always giggle and throw yourself into his hold, always so eager to be manhandled by him so easily.

he loves that he has stoop over to give you a kiss, whether it be in passing, a quick greeting, or you were being pouty with him that day and refused to present your pretty face for him to kiss so now he has to tilt your chin towards him while he leans over you and presses his lips to yours to soothe your irritation.

in the case that you're ignoring him as punishment, you almost always forgive him if he's able to pin you against a wall, one hand above your head as he cages you in with his drastically larger body compared to yours. you give into him so easily when he gets you like this. you try not to let it happen because you know that he knows that this is the fastest way he can get you to ease up on him.

he loves waiting for you at the bottom of the stairs of the school so you can head home together. you always stop just a couple stairs above him so that you're eye level and can lean in and kiss him without having to stretch and reach. he always picks you up and swings you around to place you on the ground anyways.

loves picking you up and spinning you around while he kisses you. he insists it's romantic. you say it's dizzying. he thinks this is a compliment to his kissing abilities.

even if you're sitting on the kitchen counter while he makes you breakfast or pours you a drink, his lips are still above yours when he bends down to give you a kiss as soon as he gets the free chance to- you know he's been waiting to get the food in the oven so he can steal a kiss from your sweet lips as soon as you've sat yourself on open space of the counter that you always did. you always sat in that same spot because he always treated you to a kiss when you did.

even in your nicest, tallest pair of heels that you wore on rare occasions, you weren't even close to reaching his height for an easy smooch. but he likes the way your foot raises behind you when he sweeps you away in a passionate kiss.

and oh he loooves just kissing the top of your head. he does it constantly when you're close enough. it's almost compulsive. no, it's completely compulsive. there's no stopping him from doing it. no matter who's around or if he was in the middle of conversation. it's a sweet little affection that you've grown so used to you barely even register it.

speaking of, satoru is not one to care about public displays of affection. you have your boundaries, you like to keep a professional image when you're at work after all, but there are some instances you let him get away with more than usual.

like the baseball game during the exchange event- it had been such a fun time you'd nearly forgotten you were technically at work. so you hadn't thougth twice when you stood on the lowest bench of the bleachers to greet satoru, proud of your height nearly matching his. he'd wrapped his arms around you eagerly, quite pleased to see your cute self in a pretty sundress for the afternoon. he couldn't help but tilt his head down to steal a quick kiss. and then just one more because you had his favorite lipgloss on and he craved a better taste than what your chaste kiss provided.

unfortunately yuuji missed an easy catch to get the other team out because he had no idea two of his teachers were dating and there they were kissing!?!? utahime gave you both an earful about that one, something about being distracting, or was it distracted?

you'd sheepishly apologize, satoru would wave off the criticism and call anyone who complained about it jealous, and it was all bound to repeat itself tomorrow.

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xoxo ~ jordie

[wandafiction]

Aunty Wanda

Warnings: Pure fluff

"Please Tony." You pleaded with the man who was trying to hide his smile. "Please, please, please. I will love you forever and ever and never question your sanity again." 

"Put her out of her misery Tony." You turned to look at Pepper with hopeful eyes not missing the eye roll from Tony as he could no longer hold back his smile. 

"Yes you can steal my daughter for a sleepover, again, and have an aunt bonding day tomorrow. You jumped in the air with a squeal, running towards your brother and pulling him into a massive bear hug spinning around in circles. 

"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" You lifted him slightly in the air, only a couple inches off the ground, spinning the two of you around a few times before dropping him causing him to stumble backwards. You quickly turn around to give Wanda the good news before an arm on your shoulder pulls you back.

"I have some ground rules first!" You groan in fake annoyance as you look up to the ceiling for a second before huffing out a breath of air and looking back at your older brother. 

"Really, I already know them." Tony raises a brow and you huff in annoyance as you roll your eyes. "Fine. What are they?" 

"One. Her bedtime is 9 since it's the holidays. Two. No making her sick with all the candy. Three. No scary movies." He counts each one on his finger. "Four… "

"There's more? Still?" Tony rolls his eyes as you shuffle impatiently, still being held in place by his other hand on your shoulder. 

"Four. No spoiling her too much. Five. Have fun." You gently shove your brother away with a smile. 

"Okay 5 rules. Easy. Now can I go and let my girlfriend know she is finally getting the bonding time with the niece." Tony waves his hands dismissing you with a smile. 

"Of course." You quickly turn disappearing down the hallway hearing Tony shout after you. "I want my daughter home in one piece!" 

You don't reply as you slide into the elevator hitting the button for the women's floor repeatedly hoping it will make the doors close quicker, even though you know it won't. Now you wished you had designed the elevator and not your brother because you would most definitely have made that a thing. As soon as the doors close you squeal to yourself hopping from one foot to the other excitedly, you may be 24 but you never let your age stop you from acting like an excited puppy sometimes. You are a Stark of course, you are like a hyperactive puppy. 

The doors soon opened and you ran through the hallway and into your room fully expecting Wanda to be in there watching her sitcoms. When she wasn't you quickly kicked off your shoes double checking the ensuite to make sure she wasn't in the shower. The sound of laughter echoes into the room and a wide smile makes its way onto your face when you realise where she is.

"The kitchen." You whisper to yourself as you hastily make your way out of your shared room.

You run into the kitchen, sliding along the floor in your socks and hook your arm around Wanda's waist to stop yourself. She stumbles a little using her powers to stop the both of you from tumbling over and the sound of her laughter makes your heart soar. 

"What's got you so giddy baby?" Your heart misses a beat at the sound of her accent as you move to stand behind her resting your chin on her shoulder. You brush some of her brunette hair out of her face, tucking it behind her ear before wrapping your arms around her waist. She moves one of her hands to hover over yours, her fingers starting to trace patterns on the back of them, while the other continues to stir the food. 

"He said yes." That instantly gets Wanda to turn in your arms with a wide smile, her nose scrunching as you nod your head excitedly. 

"Aunty Y/n!" You turn your head to see Morgan entering the kitchen holding a piece of paper in her hand. 

You pull away from Wanda to bend down, Morgan running into your arms and you push yourself up both of you giggling as you bounce her up and down in your arms. You rest her on your right hip, your right arm under her bum to keep her there as you left hand cups Wanda's cheek to turn her head to look back at you; her attention having moved back to the food. You peck her lips a couple of times before a small hand places itself between your lips and you both end up kissing that instead. Morgan giggles as the both of you roll your eyes at her, but the bit of paper in her hand pulls your attention away from her silliness.

"What's this?" 

"Oh I drew Aunty Wanda and you a picture." You raise your eyebrow as your eyes scan over the 5 year old drawing. 

"Who's this?" You point to the first stick person who has red hands. 

"Aunty Wanda silly." Wanda nudges her hip against yours. 

"Yeah silly, look she even has the red hands." You roll your eyes, but a smile on your face as Wanda removes the food from the heat, deciding to stand to your right, her hand placed on Morgan's back as she rubs it gently up and down. 

"Okay, so this is me?" You point to the stick figure that is holding Wanda's stick figure hand. 

"Yup, you have your lab coat on." You hum in acknowledgement as your finger moves to another figure.

"And this?"

"That's me." You and Wanda kiss her cheeks in response and Wanda's finger hovers over the last figure. 

"Who's this honey?" Morgan looks between you and Wanda for a second at the Sokovian's question. 

"That's my cousin that you are going to give me. I'm bored of waiting for a friend." Both you and Wanda's eyes widen, your girlfriend choking on air as you groan out loud knowing Tony probably put the idea in her head.

"Uh, you don't have a cousin on the way yet Morgan." You state as you watch Wanda glow a bright red and distract herself by dishing up the food. 

"Well that's dumb." You're taken aback by her bluntness scrunching your brows.

"Why's it dumb Morgan?" Morgan sighs rolling her eyes like it was the dumbest question in the world.

"Because you and Aunty Wanda love each other lots and lots. Dad said that people who love each other so much always get married! And I know that people who are married have babies because mom and dad had me. So you are dumb because you love Wanda, meaning you will end up giving me a cousin whether you like it or not?" 

"It doesn't quite work like that pumpkin. Especially for me and Wanda. It's a little more complicated for us." You look at Wanda who has a soft smile on her face as her soft eyes look between you and Morgan, she cleans her hands off on her jeans and stands back to be next to Morgan. 

"Maybe one day Morgan, but not right now." Your eyes flick immediately to Wanda's at her confession of wanting children, you had never spoken about it, but she doesn't look up at you choosing to look at Morgan instead. 

"You pwomise to give me a baby cousin?" She pouts as Wanda's hands cup her cheeks, brushing their noses together in an eskimo kiss as her eyes quickly flick to yours then back to the young girl in your arms. 

"We promise." Wanda links her pinky with Morgans resting her forehead on your nieces and Morgan wraps her free arm around Wanda.

"You want Wanda cuddles?" You tilt your head so you can get a better look at Morgan who simply nods and you easily pass her off to Wanda. 

"Shall we go choose a movie to watch while your Aunty Y/n brings the food in?" Wanda has her arms under Morgan's bum swaying side to side, while Morgan has her legs wrapped around Wanda's waist and her arms around her shoulders. 

"Yes pwease Aunty Wanda." Wanda smiles widely at the Aunty title, she always has since Morgan started using it. 

"Okay let's go." Wanda makes her way out of the kitchen as you go to grab the cutlery and plates, getting lost in thought as you do.

You remember the first time Morgan had called her Aunty Wanda and you laugh when you remember her crying about it for a good hour. You and Wanda had been dating almost a year, she had met Morgan many times and even helped babysit you when Tony and Pepper needed a break from the hyperactive child. 

On this particular night Morgan questioned you asking if you loved Wanda like her dad loved her mom. She knew you two were girlfriends but she didn't quite understand what that meant completely, being 3 at the time, but she simply accepted that Wanda would be around more. So when you replied yes to her question her eyes grew with wonder and she then asked if it meant Wanda was also her Aunty. You told her to go up to her aunty Wanda and ask her for a hug. 

Morgan had run straight into the kitchen where Wanda was cooking for the three of you and the moment the words Aunty Wanda left her lips the wooden spoon was dropped to the floor and Wanda lifted Morgan into her arms. She looked at you with happy tears, as she tickled Morgan until the young child had tears streaming down her face and her laughs were echoing around the room. 

"Aunty Y/n, Aunty Wanda asked me to come check that you hadn't slipped and died in here because you're taking so long." Morgan's voice brings you back to the present, and when you turn to look at her she has a cheeky smile planted on her face. 

You put the cutlery down that you are holding and take a step closer to the small child wiggling your fingers out in front of her. She knew this game all too well and as soon as she saw you moving closer she bolted out of the kitchen, with you close behind.

"AHHH! Aunty Wanda help! The tickle monster is chasing me!" You slide into the living room to see Morgan jumping on the couch pushing Wanda's body forward so she can squeeze between her and the couch cushions. She then quickly pulls Wanda's body back, to properly trap and hide herself. 

"Where are you, you little ratbag? The tickle monster just wants a hug." You move around the edge of the couch towards the window, Wanda's eyes following your movements a look of amusement on her face. 

"She just passed through. She went that way." Wanda pretends to play along, as you see Morgan press herself more into Wanda's back and you both have to hold back a laugh.

"Is she behind the curtains?" You pull the curtains back quickly and you smile when you hear the young girl giggle and Wanda hush her, slowly making your way over to Wanda.

"Is she under the blanket?" You rip the blanket off of Wanda's legs earning you a tap on the thigh as you place it back. 

"Or is she behind here." You put your hands on her sides pulling her out from behind Wanda, chucking her onto the open part of the couch before you run around the front of the couch and start your tickle attacks. 

"Aunty Wanda help!" You see Wanda shuffle closer with a mischievous smirk and your smile drops.

Before you can even think red magic has you held down on the floor and Wanda moves to straddle your waist as she brings her arms down to your sides. She wiggles her brows at you as she starts to slowly move her fingers against your sides and you try to hold in your giggle. However, the moment Morgan sits on your stomach, her legs either side of your body and her hands now tickling your armpits you let out a loud laugh. 

They both simultaneously tickle you as you try to worm your body out from underneath them both. It's of no use though since Wanda is using her magic to keep you still which you think is totally unfair since you have no way of fighting back now. You don't mind though because the smile on both Wanda's and Morgan's faces makes you smile as you feel the tears leaving your eyes due to the intense tickling and laughing. 

The next moment Wanda lifts Morgan into her arms cradling her in her left and lifting her top up slightly with her right hand. Wanda brings her lips down to Morgan's stomach blowing out a large raspberry that makes Morgan squeal and it only makes Wanda do it again with a wide smile. Morgan's laughs echoe around the room and you watch with a fond smile as your girlfriend continues to blow raspberries all over Morgan's front. 

Wanda then moves her raspberries up to Morgan's face, scattering them all about as you giggle at the sight of your niece laughing her heart out. Wanda's free hand pulls Morgan's top back down as she leaves one last raspberry on her right cheek and leaning their foreheads together. 

"I love you Aunty Wanda." Morgan huffs out between deep breaths and you see Wanda suck in a sharp breath. It's the first time Morgan has said that directly to Wanda, always mentioning it to you in private that she loves her Aunty Wanda.

"Well I love you to monkey."

"Well I love you more." Wanda shakes her head, a small giggle escaping as Morgan turns in her Aunties arms to cuddle her front. 

"I don't think that's possible, sweet girl. Because I definitely love you more." Morgan puts her head on Wanda's shoulder as her arms wrap around your girlfriend's neck. 

"I still love you more Aunty Wanda because I love you like a lot, a lot. Like this much." Morgan stretches her arms out quickly to demonstrate just how much. 

"Wow. That is a lot little one." Wanda brushes her finger over Morgan's nose causing it to scrunch as they move back to cuddling each other. 

"Oh yeah, I love you to Y/n." You sarcastically point out the fact. 

"Oh we do love you baby. Don't we Morgan?" 

"Yeah I love you too Aunty Y/n." 

"Well I love her more than you do Aunty Wanda." Wanda raises a brow with a small giggle as Morgan continues to hug her Wanda hand starting to rub up and down her back. 

"Well I love her to infinity." Wanda says with a soft smile her green eyes looking into yours full of adoration and love, both of you smiling wider when Morgan speaks up.

"Nope I win because I love her 3000."

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[omwife]

Sanji Vinsmoke

small series or just falling for sanji/getting with him. part 1!

summary: sanji is gawking to zoro over nami when you surprise him from behind. he figures out that you're another crew mate who was absent for when he initially joined and fawns over you.

notes: bare with me cos im not far (at ALL) into the show and know nothing about how boats work. (do pirates use those wheels? they do right? they use it in this fic anyway.) alsoooo idk french so these r google translations

espèce de sale garçon - you dirty boy

"oh nami's so amazing." sanji said as he leaned his body forward from the barrel he was sat on, and took another long puff of the cigarette he was holding.

"shut up cook." zoro mumbled as he continued his practise of his technique.

"i dunno zoro, he is right." you said as you loomed over sanjis shoulder, who jumped at your voice, while everyone else seemed to perk up at it.

"y/n!!! you're awake!" nami said as she ran towards you and began rambling about what happened while you were asleep.

"y/nnnnnnnnnnnn." luffy called as his arms stretched out from his seat in front of the wheel to your shoulders.

"no- no luffy- no you're going to catapult into me- luffy- let go." you tried as you struggled against his hold before his body flung itself at you, pushing you both to the ground.

"luffy you idiot!" zoro screamed as nami ran over to the wheel to make sure the boat steered in the right direction.

sanji however, had been sat gaping at the way you looked and how he hadn't seen you before. it was a ship? how did he not notice your presence before? had you come aboard from a small ship?

"Y/NNN!!"

"USSOP!!"

"YOU'RE AWAKE!!" ussop yelled as he grabbed onto your forearms, you doing the same to him, and jumped up and down while spinning in a circle.

"I'M AWAKE!!" you yelled back just as loud and matched the large smile on his face as he pulled you into a hug.

"well maddam, how come i've never seen you before?" sanji said as his brain suddenly started working again, no longer being stopped by your beauty.

"i was asleep." you said as if it was normal for you to have been asleep for days on end, the smile not leaving your face as ussop wrapped his arm around your shoulder while smiling at sanji too.

"right.. well you must be hungry, any special requests love?"

"well aren't you a flirt?" you said as you unwrapped your self from ussop to move yourself closer to sanji, while ussop only raised an eyebrow at this with his smile standing brighter, "how about i come and oversee you make the food so we can make up on lost time?" you cooed as you wrapped a hand under the collar of sanjis shirt and fixed it, while he seemingly died inside.

his cheeks heated up at the unexpected flirting from you, while ussop snickered having been watching this in front view.

"oh i'll have something to eat too!" luffy said as he popped up from behind sanji, having listened in as soon as he heard the conversation switch to be about food.

sanji quickly turned and started questioning luffy about what he wanted in an attempt to hide the prominent blush that had creeped its way onto his face after your reply.

"good to have you back y/n." zoro grumbled as he tapped your back with the duller part of his sword as you followed behind sanji, causing you to turn back and throw a wink and a smile over your shoulder to him.

"looks like shes got sanji already." ussop said as he saw the kitchen doors close with you luffy and sanji inside, before luffy was pushed out of the door by two mystery hands.

zoro snorts at this, "guess they've both met their matches."

-

"so, you were asleep the whole time?"

"yeah. i got knocked up pretty bad in a fight on the island we met ussop at, so it took a while for me to come back to life i guess." you said as you sat at a stool and leaned your chin on your hands as you watched him pull out pots and other equipment.

"i would've forced myself to wake up sooner if i knew someone like you would've been here when i woke up." you said with a sly grin that only grew larger when sanjis movement paused for a moment, shocked, and quickly resumed his work as he decided to do it with his back turned so you didn't see his face.

"how bold you are darling. do you have a preference for sweet or savoury?"

"sweet please."

chills ran down sanjis back, your voice was like music to his ears, it was smooth and sweet and what you said didn't help with calming his already building love for you.

"so, introduce yourself to me." you grinned as he turned, leaving the food to cook on the stove top as he wiped his hands with a cloth.

"i am sanji vinsmoke, your ships cook. however i could be much more for you darling." he purred as he rolled his sleeves further up to his elbows.

"ai! you're dirty." you said as you giggled and only leaned further towards him.

"mon amor i couldn't resist when you look so perfect and pretty." he hummed as he grinned at you before turning his back and continuing his cooking.

"mm espèce de sale garçon."

this only made his smile grow as he plated up your food, making sure to make it as presentable as he could, while he put much less effort in plating luffys plate of barely anything but meat.

"call out to luffy dear?" he asked as you with a smile as he started on cleaning the dishes already.

you got up with a pink hue appearing on your cheeks, "luffy! your foods ready."

his stomps could be heard running towards the kitchen while namis screams about how he can't keep leaving the wheel was heard aswell.

"i hope to have your company more as i cook." sanji whispered into your ear, appearing behind you before he hummed and walked out, pulling his packet of smokes out.

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done!

lmk what u think <3

[mysticficti0n]

Okay first of all I love your work😭 like it literally keeps me going!!

ANYWAYS! I had a request for a fluff tom fic where the reader and Tom are together and the reader is a ballerina and she comes home super tired from rehearsals n such and Tom just comforts her (I hope it makes sense😭) (maybe a lil suggestive👀👀 BUT YOU DONT HAVE TOO!) just an overall very cute and fluffy fic!! Idk i just thought I’d be cute😩

Thank uu :) <3

NO NO NO I LOVE THIS ITS SUCH A CUTE IDEA 🤭

(all my attention will be back soon but I'm taking time to do some request as I have so many and all you guys have such good ideas!)

∞༺♥༻✧✧༺♥༻∞　　∞༺♥༻✧✧༺♥༻∞

My little dancer

warnings- swearing, then just pure cutie Tom

words- 942

Lugging my bag up the stairs I finally breathed seeing my apartment door, ballet killed me today I didn't realise how stiff I'd feel after just stretching let alone doing the routine and now my whole body feels like- shit I feel like shit

I pulled my key from the pocket, stuffing it in to the keyhole and unlocked the door, the slight hum of the tv welcomed me in and the smell of something good cooking "Tom?" I called for my boyfriend, he was usually on the sofa or in the kitchen when round my place but he was in neither today. I placed my bag by the door and made my way to my bedroom, I pushed the door open to see him making the bed "hey babe" I went to him wrapping my arm around his waist

"WHAT THE FU-" he shouted not realising it was me "fuck Y/n I didn't know you would be back yet" he spun round taking me in his arms pressing a kiss to my forehead "how was it?"

"okay, I don't feel like I did that great though, after stretching my body went like a rock and I could barely hold a position then it came to doing my actual routine and- it was horrible, I'm surprised I wasn't pulled up after class for it" I huffed letting my head fall onto his chest again, feeling tears prick my eyes "its pathetic but I just feel so stupid I should've been able to do it" Tom's arms tightened softly around me, the warmth soothing the pains

"I think your to critical of yourself doll" I shook my head "see your doing it now- look why don't we just relax tonight, I don't need to be anywhere- you don't need to be anywhere, just me and you tonight, I'm making (Your fave food), so?"

"that sounds good" I sniffled looking up into his gentle brown eyes "thank you" I stood on my tip toes to reach his lips and press a small kiss to them, then a few more kisses just to be safe

"why don't you get changed- I can help if you want?" he wiggled his eyebrows looking back at me with a playful grin

"I can do that thank you, plus you need to be back in the kitchen Gordon Ramsey" I poked seeing the boy pout at my answer "well actually you do need to unzip my-" before I could even finish his fingers were pulling the zip down then pulling the leotard of my shoulders freeing my arms "thank you"

"no problem- I like that being my job every Wednesday" we laughed as his hands drew shapes on my bare back "okay, you change, I'll do food, then you?" a suggestive smirk lay hopeful on his face, his lip ring spinning as he played with it

"only if you make this (your favourite food) good" he pressed one last kiss to my lips and left the room, closing the door so I could get changed, I slipped into some baby pink shorts and one of my comfy shirts that went to just above my thighs, I quickly untied my hair and brushed it back to how it usually looks, lastly wiping away my make up I had to wear and went back into the living room, Tom was stood in the kitchen staring at the tv "it smells so good in here"

"ooh you look nice" I blushed at his words rolling my eyes "this is basically done so wanna eat now or wait?" I decided that I wanted to eat, I was so unbelievably hungry. Together we sat on my sofa, watching MTV and smiling when the band appeared on an advert

"aww look Tom!" I hummed seeing his old dreads as he rocked his head to whatever song was playing at the time, he smiled at me now with long black braids, he looked beautiful with either in my eyes. I finished my food and fell back into the sofa with a happy sigh "Tom that was literally amazing!" I grinned leaning over giving him a peck on the cheek then standing as I went to take our plates but he just looked blankly at me "I'll do dishes just pass it over"

"will you sit down" I knew this wasn't a question so I sat myself down and watched as Tom went to the sink dropping them all in, wiping his hands and came back to me "you told me you were hurting so why would I make you stand up and do more then you already have hm?" his back was against the arm of the chair, his one leg resting open on the pillows I took it as an opportunity to curl up to him, my body straddled his hips, hands around his neck and head resting on his collar bone

"I dunno" he laughed pressing a kiss to my head before lying down more to be comfy, as the tv played in the background I stayed entangled with the boy matching his breathing and relaxing into his body, his hands drew circles around my back and up to my shoulders, I could feel my eyes getting heavier and heavier, the world fading between sleep and reality. soon his hand fingers made its way to my hair, combing through it with ease over and over, I herd him speak but I couldn't make out the words as I finally closed my eyes and let sleep wash over me- I am so lucky to have Tom- was the last thing I thought to myself

[yorshie]

Hi there 😊 I saw ur request opened and wanted to see if I could request reader having a nightmare and they call the turtles (or one of them) in the middle of the night bc they’re too panicked and they try to help calm them down maybe over the phone or go to their place to help! Sorry for the long ask haha Thank you!!

Hello Nonnie! I'm finally (slowly. so painfully slowly) cleaning out my ask box and replying lol. I went with Leo for this one, simply because when I started writing his name just kinda popped up naturally.

Bayverse Leonardo x GN Reader, SFW

The whir of the ceiling fan woke you up. 

It was usually a comforting sound, but now, with the press of adrenaline against your chest and the echoes of the dream clinging to your skin like a fine sheen of oil, the creak of the paddles spinning overhead read as a threat to your muddled mind. 

You pulled the covers back, feet finding the cold floor and bringing a new shiver that informed you of the layer of sweat behind your knees, at your elbows, making your shirt stick to your spine in crinkly ridges where you’d tossed through the dream. Your heartbeat pounded at your temples, your jaw, relentless as it told you you had to run, had to hide, had to go.

The clock on your bedside table read 3:14 am. Too early to get up, to eat food to soothe the latent fear still in your stomach. But superstition had you moving, padding into the kitchen to pull a tortilla from the package left on the counter. You rolled the piece of bread up and shoved it halfway into your mouth, stopping at the bathroom on your way back to the warmth of the bed. 

The reflection greeting you over the mirror after you did your business looked sane, looked normal. Nothing to indicate the nightmare still haunted you, still peered over your shoulder, just waiting for you to fall back to sleep. You didn’t feel the phantom clawed hands reaching for your shoulders until your back hit the mattress, tortilla still shoved in one cheek, and the spinning ceiling fan was there once more to greet you.

You squinted, watching the paddles in the low light from the window. The dream was starting to fade, but it lingered like the curling, tacky edges of the vinyl tabletops in an old diner. Waiting to leave just a little residual glue on your skin, to follow you around.

You glanced at the clock again, contemplated staying up until the sun rose and could blanket out the hushed magic of the early morning, when your eyes snagged on your phone, lying crooked and part way in the opened drawer where it usually charged.

Your fingers found the familiar edges, pulled it across the bed towards you. There was a new message, from Blue, about thirty minutes ago. The notification extended a lifeline, a buoy to hold onto while the frigid waters of the dream still lapped at your consciousness.

Your thumb tapped the screen, slid open the message. 

He was home from patrol, wanted to let you know everything was fine, that he and his brothers had gotten home safe. The balloon of unnamed fear deflated just a touch in your chest, the unknown fear in the heartbeat at your temples tripping up in its terror before lessening just a touch. Like a ship sighted in a storm, you stared at the little blue heart attached to the last message, a wish for you to sleep well.

Without thinking, you hit the call button, bringing the device to the cradle of your ear and shoulder. The rings stretched out in front of you, one after another. You could almost imagine the boat getting further away, the line of safety attached to the buoy growing taunt…

“Hello?” Leo’s voice, soft and questioning on your name, like a light cascading from the boat, finding you immediately in the dark. His voice was a halo of safety as the captain turned the rudder and you were pulled in.

“Leo?” You confirmed, childishly, knowing his voice, but needing the confirmation to yourself as much as to let him know you were there. “Sorry, I uh, saw your message… had a bit of a nightmare, wanted to talk to you if that’s ok?”

And because it was Leo, because he never really stopped worrying,  he answered immediately, tone dipping a bit as he used the voice that meant he was processing intel. “Of course, are you ok? Do you need to talk about it?”

The concern, him using the ‘leader’ voice on you, brought a reflexive smile to your face. If you asked him, he’d be there in ten minutes, you knew, regardless if he was technically supposed to or not. “Yeah, yeah, I’m fine, I promise. I just… needed to hear your voice.”

Leo exhaled, the sound a little staticy over the line, and you could almost picture the relief sliding the concern off his shoulders. “Do you need me to come to you?”

Heart in your throat, you let yourself have the imagined fantasy. His shadow at your window, his scales pressed up against your skin, entangled in the too small bed with you. His hands running through your hair, simply existing for a moment. 

But with that fantasy came the little bubble of reality. The way he’d watch the horizon, the gaps between the buildings outside your window for the first flicker of light. Always on a timetable, like Cinderella and her pumpkin coach, on the lookout for the danger of traveling back to the Lair with the sun always encroaching.

Reeling in the selfish desire, you spoke low, just for him. “No, I’m ok, it’s almost four already.” You rolled the tortilla to the other cheek, took another bite.

Leo must have heard the sound, because he chuckled softly. “Do you have a tortilla stuffed in your mouth right now?”

“Grandma’s superstition wearing off on me, I’m afraid.” You told him, honest, not fearing judgment from the turtle you’d gladly call your best friend.

“I like her recipe you made last summer, with the peppers and cheese.” He admitted, and you heard his words echo just a touch when he placed you on speaker, followed by the rustle of clothes and a long sigh. You knew what he was doing, getting ready for bed, likely folding his pants. You could close your eyes and imagine yourself there with him, beside him in his bed, maybe back against his headboard while he laid on his plastron, one arm hooked around your waist and a pillow half over your lap for his head…

“I’ll make it for you again this weekend, if you’d like.” You offered, letting the imagined scenarios soothe you, letting the lull of Leonardo wash away the tacky residue of the dream. You breathed in deeply, listening to him hum low on the other end of the phone. 

“Deal.” Leo agreed, and you just knew he was smiling in the dark of his room. Maybe that little dimple at the corner of his mouth was showing, maybe…

“Are you falling asleep on me?” He asked, voice soft, so soft. 

You murmured dissent, but he still chuckled, breath hitting the receiver once more in a familiar way. “Take the tortilla out of your mouth at least, darling. Text me when you wake up, alright?”

You murmured agreement, swallowing the last bite of gummy flatbread thickly. The waves rocked you gently, a tide of Leo’s even breaths in your ear, the mantra of his lungs working as a leading drum for your heartbeat to slow to. 

Before you dropped off, comforted in the buoy of your mind tied to safety, Leonardo murmured over the phone, “Love you, sweetheart. Goodnight.”

[luniarix]

I JUST WANT THE FANTASY…!

synopsis: in which you spend valentine’s day with toji ❤︎ inspired by kali uchi’s “fantasy”！！

NOTE: i finally. figured out. how to do the font color gradient. LESSGOOOO!!! YALL DO NOT UNDERSTAND HOW HYPED THIS MAKES ME,, but anyway! happy valentine’s day everyoneee ♡ no matter if you’re spending this year on your own, with your friends, or partner, remember to show yourself so much love today and always ₍₍ (̨̡⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝)̧̢ ₎₎ ！！ muchos besitos 🩷

CW: fem!reader, poc reader in mind, fluff, non-explicit smut, praising, showers of affection, soft sex, lingerie!!, established relationship, softdom!toji, cream pie, food!play (whipped cream and strawberries hehe), dirty talk, blowjob, self-fingering, cowgirl!position, whipped!toji, whipped!reader,, both of y’all are just madly in love, non-proof read (i will come back later), u get the idea right? right!

valentine’s day with toji!means that as soon as you wake up, you’re greeted with the fresh smell of breakfast. as you’re walking into the kitchen, you’re squealing in surprise as toji picks you up and twirls you around with ease. he shows you to the dining table and pulls your chair out, and brings you your big plate of food; filled with your favorite treats. you look up at him like a child who’s been served their most favorite food ever, and he’s chuckling at the way your eyes twinkle. beautiful, he thinks.

valentine’s day with toji!means that as soon as you’re done eating together, he takes you by the hand and leads you down the hallway of rose petals and into the living room, in which a gigantic teddy bear holding a heart, lots of designer gifts, candy bags, heart balloons, and a sign that says “will you be my valentine?” is waiting for you. you’re looking at him as if he’s crazy, and then you two have a laughing fit as you pull him into a sweet kiss as you nod, whispering a “you know damn well what my answer is, baby.” in between.

valentine’s day with toji!means that you’re watching a favorite comfort movie together, both laughing and cracking jokes every few minutes, and toji is ever so softly drawing circles around your waist as he pulls you in closer; nuzzling his chin on your head and leaving forehead pecks. you tilt your head up to catch his lips against yours, the kiss that was supposed to be innocent and sweet turning into a heated make out session as he holds your face in his big hands, and you’re squeezing his shoulders. your tongues dance against each other, and you gently nibble on his bottom lip as you pull away before it got too hard to do so. you quickly tell him that you’re going to take a bath and then give him the gifts you had gotten for him as well.

valentine’s day with toji!means that when you finish washing your body, you giddily skip over to your closet and pull out the lingerie set you had bought for this occasion a few weeks ago. once you laid your eyes on it, you knew that this was going to be the perfect surprise for him. as you slip it on, you become more and more aroused by the minute. just the thought of toji’s piercing eyes never leaving yours or your body had you going crazy, and you knew that he’d so much fun taking it off. you spin around in the mirror, very much in love with the way you look, and with a few sprays of perfume, a few final touch ups— you’re out the door on your way back to toji.

valentine’s day with toji!means that once you walk back into the living room, toji’s eyes immediately change into a recognizable carnal expression. your body is covered in goosebumps, nipples perked against the thin lace fabric that barely covers your pretty tits. you place the gifts that you brought out with you to the side and slowly slide yourself onto his lap, gyrating your hips in a salacious manner. you begin to undress toji, starting with his shirt first, while you kiss from his jaw down to his neck, sucking a little harder on his sweet spot. he's kneading at your hips and ass, grinding his erection against your clothed cunt. you're moaning in delight as you leave a trail of hickeys down to his tatted chest, all while you feel toji slipping off the straps of your lingerie.

valentine’s day with toji!means that he's reaching for the whipped cream and a small bowl of strawberries from the living room table (that you hadn't even noticed were there) with a cheeky grin, and you know what was about to go down. toji's quick to have your tiddies out, as he places swirls of whipped cream on your nipples, dipping the strawberries into the cream and eating them in a leisure manner, and once he's done it on both your nipples, he adds more whipped cream on your nipples and tits to lick it off of you. you're whining and throwing your head back while squeezing his biceps to support your trembling body. the feeling of his teeth gently pulling at your skin and then soothing the soft sting by licking away at where he nipped, had your mind spinning.

valentine’s day with toji!means that once he's done playing with your mounds, you're quick to get on your knees and in between his legs. you place whipped cream from his lower abdomen down to his happy trail, feverishly licking away and creating marks. with toji’s help, you pull down his sweats and boxers as his cock eagerly springs out, softly slapping his left thigh. you swallow down a groan, placing your hands at his shaft. you begin to jerk him off as you leave wet kisses from his tip down to his balls, and back up again. once you have him in your mouth, toji's soft groans get louder, and you reach a hand down to move the lace fabric to the side, running two digits down your clit and slowly inserting into your pussy. you gag on toji's length when you push him in as far back as you can, and the whine that vibrates throughout your throat sends him over the edge along with the way you're looking up at him with teary eyes as you fondle his balls with your other hand.

valentine’s day with toji!means that once he shoots a load into your mouth, he pulls you back up to quickly (but carefully) yank off the rest of the lingerie, only leaving you in your thigh highs. you're now on his lap once more, fisting his cock as you rub your puffy folds and clit against his soft-pink tip. once you feel like you're slick enough to slip him inside you, you line him up with your entrance and slowly but surely slide down his length and girth. murmurs of "you're doing so great sweetheart," and "you feel so fuckin' good baby, cmon, you can do it," eggs you on to continue. and even after the regular sex, you felt like he was splitting you apart for the first time every time. and you loved it. you cry out in pleasure when you finally have all of him in you, and you're eager to begin bouncing on his cock. your thighs are trembling, and toji's "fuck"s and "oh yeah"s have you twitching in ecstasy as you grip onto his knees to support your body. toji is practically on the brink of cumming already when he sees the way your ass is rippling against his thighs, the clapping noises making him grin devilishly.

valentine’s day with toji!means that when you reach your limit, you're arching your back as a high-pitched whine releases from your throat, eyes crossing as you shake in pure delight. toji's lolling his head back as he grits his teeth, soft whimpers leaving his lips as he soon after cums inside of you, a creamy white ring forming at the base of his cock. you're breathing heavily and he's panting, but that doesn't stop you two from looking at each other for a few seconds; and then hungrily kissing. when you pull apart from each other, he's looking up at you as if you're the only person in the world, the only one that really matters. and you know that rings true as he intertwines your fingers together, leaving a gentle peck on your hand as he never loses eye contact with you. the way he loves you, not only on valentines, but every day, will always be something you cherish.

valentine’s day with toji!means that you're being pulled down into the couch with him, arms securely wrapped around your waist, and legs hooked over yours as he gives you a boyish grin. god, if only he knew the way you see him, the way you think about him. and when you're telling him that you two should probably get to opening your gifts as you were excited to see his reaction in what you got him, he's shaking his head and burying his face into the crook of your neck. "we can do that later, baby. how 'bout a round two first?" a smirk forms on his lips when you lightly hit his chest, but your flushed cheeks and pleading gaze say otherwise. he knows you all too well.

i hope this wasn't too late for valentines!! hehe. feel free to leave ideas in my inbox or a comment ♡ if i made any grammar mistakes that i missed, lmk! and thank u so much for reading (●´ω｀●)

[nycbaby21]

progress

I haven't post in a really long time I had a lot going on but I am back now. Hopefully you like this :)

"I really don’t like you" + "so you don’t hate me anymore? Progress"

word count: 1,915

“I really just wish the two of you could learn to get along,” Luke sighed holding open the front door of the lakehouse for me. I easily walked under his arm and turned back to look at him. “I’m sorry Lukey, I really am. It’s just he makes it so damn hard to be nice to him,” I groan rolling my eyes throwing my bags on the floor near the door. “Believe me I know how hard it can be, but he is my brother,” he started as he put up the food we had just got up while I leaned again the counter watching himr. “And you are one of my favorite people in the entire world. So if the two of you could be in the same room for more than 20 minutes without arguing, it would be great.”

I thought about the younger boys words as I followed him in dropping my bags by the door. When I was six my family moved into the house next door to the Hughes’. While I am the closest to Quinn in age, Luke is the one I am actually closest with. You could always find Quinn and Jack of practing hockey in some way, but Luke would sit and have a tea party with me or play house with me. He was the absolute sweetest. Ever since the day I met Jack he had became a pain in my ass. He is a very confident guy, which he has every right to be. He is ridiculously talented in hockey, one of the most caring and passionate people I have ever met, and as much as I hate to admit it he is insanly attractive.

The problem with all of that is that he knows all of this too. He always had attention of the girls wherever we went. He always assumes every one is gonna drop at his feet. He constantly makes flirty remarks or calls me princess, and in all honesty I would fall at his feet if his attitude was a little better. Jack reminds me of a peacock so proud to show off his colors, while I would much rather sit on the sidelines and not be noticed. “I’m sorry Luke. I know the constant bickering between the two of us is annoying. I’ll try my very hardest to not let him push me to the point of wanting to smack him,” I say wholeheartedly looking up at my curly haired best friend. He smiles and opens his arms which I quickly walk into.

“Thank you. It means a lot to me,” he says into my hair as we stand in the kitchen holding each other. “Get a room,” I hear behind us and roll my eyes smiling. The voice is unmistakable and I turn locking eyes with Trevor for the first time this summer. "Jealous Zegras,” I smirk walking over and throwing my arms around his neck. His laugh vibrates my chest as he reaches around me and picks me up. He spins us around and I throw my head back laughing. Finally he set me down and I looked up at him. “Always jealous when someone else has their arms around my girl,” he winks and i lightly hit his chest. “Your girl,” I ask raising an eyebrow at the ducks player. “Yeah if she is anyone’s girl, she is mine,” Cole laughs stepping forward and throwing an arm around my shoulders. I laugh and lean into him rest my head on his chest. “I really did miss you dorks,” I laugh looking at the other two boys who just walked into the kitchen. Alex and Jack make their way to the fridge stocking it with the drinks they brought. Afterwards Alex moves over to greet me.

“Hey Lex,” I smile hugging him. “Shortstack,” he laughs ruffling the hair on top of my head. Conversation starts to flow and I feel eyes on me. “What no welcome hug for me princess,” Jack ask blue eyes staring into mine. As I open my mouth to make a smartass remark I look over to Luke who has pleading eyes. I take a deep breath and sigh looking at the older devils player. I walk over to him and give him a side hug trying to not think about how he smells amazing or how I can feel his abs under his shirt. “Nice to see you J,” I smile and walk over to the counter where Alex was standing and hop onto it. Everyone gives me a weird look, besides Luke who mouths “thank you.”

The conversation quickly picked back up and I yawned into my arm, tired from the ride to Michigan from UCLA where I was going to school. Alex noticed and stepped closer and leaned back against me so I could rest my head on his shoulder. “Hey we are finally the same height,” he jokes turning his head as far as he could to see me. His eyes squint with his infectious smile. I stick my tongue out and flick his forehead. He turns back and resumes the debate over whether a hotdog was a sandwich or not. I zone out the conversation and let my eyes wander around the room. They stop on a pair of eyes already looking my way.

Jack is looking intensely at me like he is deep in thought. I raise an eyebrow at him and he snaps out of it and looks away. Later on that night we are all sitting by the firepit drinking or roasting marshmallows. The spot next to me was open and Jack plops down right next to me close enough for our thighs to touch. He throws an arm around the back of the couch and looks over at me. “How’s it going at school princess,” he ask voice filled with cockiness. I resist the urge to smack him for the tired nickname and smile. “It’s okay, ya know just trying to get by. Finished this semester with a decent gpa,” I respond normally and he looks so confused, almost like he wants me to fight back. “I don’t know why you are worried about your gpa when all you do is study. I swear I have to drag her out of the dorm to actually make her see the sunlight,” Alex jokes. I roll my eyes and throw a marshmallow at him. “Dude remember that night we literally had to pick her up and drag her to that party,” Trevor laughed looking at Alex. “Drag is not the word I would use to describe that. You bardged into my room and threw me over your shoulder and made me go out to that stupid party,” I laugh leaning back which meant i was now leaning on Jack’s arm. “When did you guys go to a party,” he asked looking down at me. His eyes hold so much emotion and I go to ask why but I’m cut off. “Trevor wanted to hook up with this girl who was in a sorority at the college and dragged us to the party. He ditched us pretty early on and the of us ending up sitting in the corner making fun of drunk people,” Alex laughed looking my way. “And I scored didn’t I. That doesn’t compare to the wild night Caufiled had last week,” Z laughed turning the attention to the shorter boy.

As the guys went around the circle telling stories about all the girls they hit on Jack remained silent. “ What about you Jacky? How is the night life in Jersey,” Cole asked. I feel him shrug and say,” I wound’t know,” He got up after that to go get another drink and everyone looked to Luke. “He is telling the truth. He hasn’t gone out or on a date for that matter in a while,” he responds and I start to let my mind wander. The thought of him going out and getting girls has always made me a little jealous. That is a small part of why I give him such a hard time because I know he is a hot commodity and I have the smallest thing for him. I think that is why the constant picking and nicknames gets to me so much.

I tell all the guys goodnight hours later and head up to the house. As I was getting ready for bed I hear a faint knock on the door. “It’s open,” I call out running a brush through my tangled hair. Jack peaks his head in through the partly open door and hesitantly walks in. “ What’s up J,” i ask looking at the boy. “ I didn’t realzie you and the guys hung out during the year,” his voice lacks the normal confidence that it always has. I turn and look at him sitting on the bed and smile.  “Yeah every know and then. I see Lex way more than Z but we try and atleast get dinner every once in a while. Why you jealous Jacky boy,” I joke sitting down next to him on the bed.

He looks into my eyes and sighs. “Why haven’t we hung out or had dinner,” he ask forehead crinkled. His question shocks me for a second. “Because you live on the other side of the country,” I laugh not knowing what to say. Even when you are in town visiting you and Luke always go off and do your own thing. Why don’t we,” he asks looking around the room avoiding eye contact. He reminds me of a sad kid and it breaks my heart. “Jack anytime I have stayed in Jersey with you there is never a chance for the two of us to hang out. You are always surround by the team or the dozens of girls,” I say trying not to sound jealous but failing. 

He quickly looks up at me and a smirk slowly makes it way onto his face. “Kinda sounds like you are the jealous one now princess,” he says slowly leaning closer to me and tucking a strand of hair behind my ear. “Why do you call me that,” I whisper all the sudden aware of the closeness between the two of us. He laughs and smiles really big. “When I first saw you playing dress up with Luke one day I thought you were the prettiest girl in the whole world. You were so sweet and deserved to be protected at all times like a princess,” he says meaning every word.

“All this time i thought you were doing it to get under my skin,” I say confused. “The only way I can guarantee you to talk to me is to annoy you,” he laughs looking from my eyes to my lips and back up. I laugh and roll my eyes. “You are such a boy. I swear I really don’t like you,” I laugh wondering where our relationship would be if either one of us would have spoken up. “So you don’t hate me anymore? Progress,” he jokes his laugh filling the room. I lean forward towards him and he thinks I am going in for a kiss but I grab a pillow and smack him with it. That leads to a pillow fight and the two of us spend the rest of the night finally getting along and maybe opening the door to the possibility of more.

[vinnoa-articles]

Understanding

[Image by Eiichiro Oda]

Rating: Everyone

Word count: 1,968

Type: Angst, but mainly fluff

Characters: reader (Calls you Princess), Sanji

Trigger warnings/content: Blood, trauma, jealousy, arguing, minimal swearing

“And this…is how you peel apples perfectly.”

Sanji proclaimed as he held your hands to help you peel your fourth apple. It wasn’t perfect like he said but, you were definitely getting there. It was crazy how much a chef could teach you something new with being so hands on. He chuckled as he took a quick puff from his cigarette, before setting it down in the ashtray behind him.

“Wow Sanji!” You proclaimed as you wielded the knife, almost swinging it around. His blue eye widened, as he moved around a little.

“Oi oi, you cannot be swinging a knife like that princess,” the young chef stated as he grabbed your wrist softly to make sure you wouldn’t cut yourself nor him. You noticed his pale hands were unscathed, even despite how often he fights with the pirate crew. His hands were used when he used his table-manner-course kick, even though his hands have been gloved now, you still wondered how he was able to do it. “You need to start learning to put down the knife if you will be cooking here.” It was true, you couldn’t be swinging around a cooking instrument and potentially hurting people.

“Sorry Mr.Prince, please forgive me,” your soft words melting him like butter. Eyes budding into hearts, he took the knife and gently tossed it into the sink. He pouted a little, then leaned in for a kiss. 

“Well…maybe if my princess gave me a quick kiss-...” Placing your left index finger on his lips, he could taste the sweet apples that left some juice on your fingers.Thinking that was going to stop him, but instead he kissed and licked your fingers. “Ah, so sweet. I hope I could have tasted your lips instead though love.” You laughed at his playfulness, he is such a sweetheart. His love language was always some form of touch, but words of affirmation worked just as well.

“You are so cute like a boy, yet a master with food. Is your tongue just as amazing, or…?” Winking at him, you could see a little bit of blood dripping from his nose. “Oh cutie, you have a nose bleed,” trying to wipe his nose with your sleeve, he abruptly stopped you. His hand firmly gripping your wrist so it wouldn’t move any closer to his face. You were perplexed and you didn’t want to have him bleeding all over the apples.

“No lady should wipe blood with her clothes. It is honorable madam, however, I can just grab a handkerchief just like…” he gestured from his pocket as he pulled out a black square towel, “this!” He was definitely prepared, at least for when he cooked. The way he treated you like a lady was always nice, but sometimes you wished for something more. You looked down away from his face, even though he was trying to show his gentleman side. “What’s wrong?” He asked, placing his hands on your waist. You shook your head from the thoughts of him being more of a playboy. Flaunting his thirst over women was always funny, but annoying sometimes to you. Yet, when it came down to getting intimacy, it has always been gentle, soft, like the puffs of smoke he exhales from his cig. “It seems you have something on your mind, unless…” he chuckled, hugging your waist tight and spinning you around. Knocking some stuff on the table over. “Come on now, you can tell me y/n-swan~” Sanji cooed in your ear. You could feel yourself needing to balance yourself, so you place your hand on the table and-

“Ouch!” You yelp out. Sanji froze the second he heard your voice. It was a distress, it was a painful cry. Gently setting you on your tiptoes, he could see red drops drip-dropping onto the floor. Both pairs of eyes look at your right hand, both your index finger and palm quite deep. Stinging and feeling your heart beating through your hand, all you could do was stare.

“H-hold on. I’ll..I’ll get you some bandaids!” Sanji quickly runs out of the kitchen to snatch some bandaids from Doctor Chopper. You weren’t sure if you should clean the floor, the wound or just watch the blood slowly drip onto the floor. The last time you hurt yourself, you tried to lick your cut, Sanji and Chopper stopped you. Telling you about bacteria and how it could scar. Instead, you sigh and run the sink with warm water. Washing your hands with soap, it was burning pretty badly. Hissing at the mere pain that soap and water was doing to your hand. “Princess!” You heard Sanji yelling from the hallway, his shoes clicking at every step he took running to you. “Please don’t-” he ran in, seeing your hand under warm water and he sighed. Sanji wanted to be the one to put your hand under the water and take care of you, like the baby you were to him. “Baby, why didn’t you wait?” His blond hair sticking everywhere, while he pouted his lips at you. You shrug nonchalantly while washing the wound still.

“I just couldn’t wait for you,” blandly stating how you felt without realizing it. Sanji was shocked. There was no way he just heard you speak like him so dull.

“Are you okay?” He questioned as he got closer. You plucked the bandaids from his pale hands, and started to bandage your own hand. He had never seen you act this cold before. Leaving the kitchen, you start to focus on going to the main deck of the Sunny-Go. You could only hear your man’s steps following you from behind. It was out of rhythm, and it seemed to echo in your right ear, then left ear, then back again. You went out on the deck, to see Zoro working out, with Ussop, Franky and Chopper messing around. Sometimes, you would see Zoro rolling his eyes while Franky super posed around the deck, with his little posse behind him.

“You guys can be super loud and annoying goddamnit!” Zoro yelled at the three being loud. “Man, I’d choke them out,” he said then he saw you staring at him. “Yo, what’s up? Need somethin’?” As he still pumped the iron, while trying to listen to your response. That was it, you craved a rough touch. A change of pace as you will.

“Hey, could you explain to me what is wrong?” Sanji said finally catching up behind you, and grabbing your left hand, making sure not to grab the injured one. You turned around slightly, but then tugged him away from the others towards the lower deck quickly. Everyone looked confused as to what was happening? There was no arguing though, so it was not their concern. Finally, after dragging Sanji to the deepest part of the ship, you brought him into the sleeping quarters. “Just what is happening to you my love?”

“I sometimes wish for... Sanji,” you said, trying to avoid his ocean eyes. They could persuade you to not say words. Especially something about Germa 66, or even- “I wish you were more rough”. He blinked a few times, then took out a new cigarette. He tilted his head and was unsure what he meant.

“You understand that I could never be rough with you, my lady. There is no way I could do that to you,” Sanji desperately trying to calm his nerves. Nearly disintegrating half his cig in one breath. “There is nothing I could do to rough you up. You are a pearl to me y/n-chan. Understand that,” trying to get close to embracing you again. That is when you let a few words slip your lips.

“I wish you were rough like Zoro”.

You could hear his breathing stop for a second. Oh no, he wasn’t supposed to hear that. His cig dropped to the floor almost as if his heart dropped with it. “What did you say?” Sanji’s face looked so hurt. “How could you even say that when you aren’t even with him.” Shoot, shoot, shoot.

“No baby, I meant-”

“Then explain. I already told you why I can’t be rough with you. Why would you say that?” You could hear the hurt in his voice. You tried to soothe yourself by rubbing your sleeve. The only thing hugging your body at that moment. You wish you could run from this situation, but despite wearing skinny jeans, you knew he would catch up insanely fast.

“I love your soft delicate side Sanji. I really do…but-”

“But what, y/n?” His voice was snippy. The only thing you could do was be honest at least. Your honesty got you here, and now you can’t lie to him. It would only make it worse. Stepping forward, you grabbed his hands. The chef couldn’t meet your eyes, as he could only stare at the floorboards beneath his feet.

“I love it, and I appreciate your prince-side. I just wish sometimes that you treat me like a woman. One that can handle a little bit more you know?” It didn’t seem like your words were reaching him. He looked like a ragdoll as you brought up his hand to your face. “Sanji, when you fight in battle, you play hard to get what you want. Sometimes I want that too. Its attractive to see you bossing people on what to do.” There was still radio silence. Uncertain if he was just too deep in shock to comprehend what went wrong. “We can use a safe word. You will never hurt me. This is what I want Sanji.” He finally looked up. Curly brow now showing how sad he truly was.

“You don’t understand. My powers from Germa, if they are truly awakened, I could hurt you on accident without knowing. If I ever were to do that, then I could…I could never forgive myself,” Sanji almost crying as he pulled his hand away from you. “I would rather die than potentially harm you.” You got so close to his face, that he flinched and nearly fell backwards into one of the hammocks. He didn’t want to look at your face, the kissable cheeks that he loves to wipe tears away from. Red sweet lips that he could tug and nip at for hours.

“Have you ever harmed a woman?” He shook his head. His hair moving back and forth to clearly show he heard you. “Have you damaged your cooking tools or your ingredients for cooking?” Shaking his head again, he was slowly looking straight into your eyes. “Then please don’t worry. Love me like you have been. Heck, we can even have a safe word. Just please Sanji. I trust you. You have to trust yourself,” you begged. You were right. Not once has he harmed a woman, nor damage the finest ingredients in his pantry. “I mean, I won’t force you to do it. That I would never do. Please forget it.”

“Thank you” you heard it oh, so quietly. “Thank you, for being honest and trusting me.” It was louder now. You breathed a sigh of relief. This was the Sanji you loved and knew. He was a gentleman, though a pervert sometimes; he was a man of his word. He pulled you in close to his chest, stroking your cranium, planting a kiss when he inhaled your scent.

“No no, thank you, for listening. Don't change who you are Sanji. I love you.” This argument was healthy. It may not change who he is, and what your desires are; but at least you two understood each other. Loving the flaws and perks of each other, more than ever.

[deartouya]

PATIENCE IS A VIRTUE — KATSUKI BAKUGOU

⚘ summary: prompt #63 "trying to concentrate on a task, but your lover kisses your neck, making your head spin"; from my lavished in love event for @kiyelle. you've never known katsuki to be very patient, something only made worse when he's tired and needy.

⚘ pairing: pro hero!katsuki bakugou x gn!reader

⚘ warnings: a little suggestive? not too bad, established relationship, fluff, mentions of food/eating, katsuki gets clingy when he's tired bc i said so. hiii this is kinda sucky but i hope you still like it !! and i hope i did clingy katsuki justice >:))

“We’re cooking, Ki.” The words come out more exasperated than anything else, layered beneath helpless affection as you let Katsuki pull you against him, “can’t you wait until we’re done.” He huffs petulantly, shoving himself tighter against you in answer. You sigh, “never gonna be able to start the show if we can't get this done." 

It’s become increasingly difficult to focus on chopping the carrots, finishing the stir fry’s the farthest thing from your mind. Warm hands run over your hips to rest flush against your stomach and Katsuki’s nose nudges against the underside of your jaw before nestling into your hair. “Aw c’mon, angel—don’t really see you complain’.”

You’re definitely not, but it’s—he’s—distracting. The heat of him draped over your shoulders and lips running along the length of your neck. The smell of him, woodsy and sweet, seeping through your back. 

He laughs when you huff, fingers curling back around the knife to resume chopping the vegetables in front of you. Katsuki hums, low and amused, and his hands curl into your sides, thumbs beginning to rub soft circles into the skin of your hips.

It’s as if he can feel he’s already won. Your body already melding back into him, already thinking about turning off the stovetop. His teeth graze against the crook of your neck as he smiles, “mhm, no fun if you give in this fuckin’ easy. Where’s your fighting spirit, sweetheart?” He turns to start dotting kisses along the length of your jaw and neck. You can feel the flash of teeth before he nips at your pulse point.

The action makes you gasp, jolting in his hold and your fingers loosening around the knife. It provides Katsuki with an effective in, his own hand capturing your wrist and slipping the cutting board away, pulling you back against his chest.

“Katsuki—!”

You barely have time to react before you’re tugged away from the counter. A thick arm belted around your waist as Katsuki made his way into the living room, leaving dinner to grow cold on the stove.

“I hope you're happy,” you huff with one last forlorn look toward the kitchen, sinking into the plushness of your couch and surrounded by soft throws. “We’re gonna starve and it’s all because you’re too needy to wait one more hour.” 

Despite your whine, you’re quick to follow him, letting Katsuki move you onto his lap, legs bracketing his thighs and hands curling into his hair. And you’re even quicker to melt into the kiss.

Warm palms cups your cheeks, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear when he pulls back. You want to be madder, but your half-hearted glare melts under his gaze—softened with affection and adoring, cheeks dimpled with a grin.

“Shuddup, we’ll get something delivered,” Katsuuki nips, tucking your head underneath his chin and arms curling tightly around you. You can hear his heartbeat through worn-soft cotton—soft and content against you, “and I’m not fuckin’ clingy.”