#so I am able to answer any questions smiles wide

[cursezoroark]

team Xen Mona…..

[ipushhimback]

wife, actually

pairing: lando norris x reader warnings: none, this is pure fluff words: 600

summary: who would have guessed why lando hasn’t been active on social media the entire off season…

It was the first interview Lando gave in 2025. Over the off season he hadn’t been active on social media at all, and the fans already started to be confused.

„So, Lando. What do you wish for this season?“

„Well of course winning the WDC this year. I got really close last year and was really sad and mad at myself when i didn’t make it.“ Lando looked around the room that was full of reporters and fans. 

But then his eyes found you. He smiled at you which made his eyes glow.

„But you were still really focused in the last races. Managed finishing P1 in Abu Dhabi which secure you the win of the WCC for McLaren in over two decades. How did you do that?“, the reporter asked. 

„I just focused on not letting the team down and it helped to be around people who are important to me and helped me stay focused and not get distracted by being mad at myself for not winning the driver‘s championship.“

The reporter nodded.

„So your girlfriend was with you the whole time? Was she the one who helped you?“

Lando grinned even more when he looked at you and saw you giving a small nod.

„Wife, actually. We got married during off season. That’s why we weren’t active on social media over the last couple months. We just wanted to spend some time together and enjoy being a married couple. But to answer your question, yes. She was the person who was there for me and made sure i didn’t lose focus or freak out.“

You smiled at Lando. You both hadn’t exactly planned on telling everyone yet that you were married but this was the perfect situation for Lando. He just had to tell everyone that you were now officially his wife. That you were now carrying his last name.

“Oh? That’s great! Congratulations! When did you propose to her? I can’t believe the fans didn’t notice”, the reporter asked surprised.

“Well actually it was during off season but we didn’t want to wait any longer so when we were drunk we flew to Vegas and well… we came home married”, Lando laughed nervously. It wasn’t exactly the most romantic story to tell but he didn’t really care. It was his and his wife’s story which made it extremely special.

“Well. Again, congratulations you two.”

Lando was asked a couple more questions before being able to leave and go to his wife.

“I thought you didn’t want to tell everyone yet?”, you teased Lando as he ran towards you.

“Well, he said you were my girlfriend. I just had to correct him, didn’t I?” Your husband leaned forward and pressed a light kiss to your lips.

“You really didn’t have to tell them we got married in Vegas… it is embarrassing.” You buried your face in Lando’s chest.

“No, baby. It is not embarrassing. It is cute! It just means we love each other so much we couldn’t wait to be married. You are now Mrs. Lando Norris. Isn’t that cool.” Lando looked at you with that wide grin that made you fall in love with him when you first saw him.

“It is. I am the luckiest woman in the world thanks to that.” You grinned back at him and got on your tiptoes to press a kiss to his cheek.

“And also we will soon have to tell that story to our little one, right?” Lando placed his hands on your belly.

“Yes. I guess we will”, you said smiling. “I still want that wedding party though. I really wanna wear a white dress and have cake. A big cake.”

A/N: I am sick so you only get a small fic today <3 thanks for liking my stuff

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media duties | f1grid pt.2

part 1

f1 grid x driver!reader [smau] - part 2

summary: the reader does anything to escape her media duties

faceclaim: Jamie chadwick and random peopke I found on ointerest

warnings: swearing, theoretical violence

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yourusername: got a visitor in the paddock today😊 he had the cooler car 😔

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alex_albon: why did you post this?

yourusername: bc auggie is adorable alex_albon: obviously, but that's not what I meant yourusername: oh you mean me hitting you with my car... yeah, that's meant as a threat for everyone alex_albon: what for? yourusername: leading Netflix to my secret hideout alex_albon: you were hiding in the Haas hospitality with Auggie and the Haas kids yourusername: yeah I couldn't understand a word those two said

user: ah yes...

user: is it weird that I'm jealous of auggie's car?

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Auggie cruised in his Spiderman toy car in front of you through the paddock. In high pitched squeaks he imitated motor noises.

Chuckling at the small boy, you followed along grabbing your phone from your pocket when you felt a ping. Looking down you saw Alex's message about Netflix wanting to film a segment once again.

'I can't, I gotta take care of auggie, sorry'

You texted back, looking for another excuse, as you knew that taking care of Auggie wasn't the best excuse, as there were enough people at Williams who could look after your nephew for an hour. They did when you raced as well.

Your eyes moved over the paddock, stopping on Nico Hulkenberg kneeling alongside his daughter, who was Auggie's age.

"Auggie, what do you think about making a new friend?"

The blonde boy turned back, quickly hitting the brakes of his toy car. "A new friend?"

"Yeah, you see that girl over there?" You nodded at the small girl, whose name you never really learned. "She looks nice, doesn't she?"

"Yes! Do you think she wants to be my friend?" The boy asked eyes wide in question. You shrugged. "Maybe we could go and ask."

"Yes!"

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"Y/N what are your plans for next year?" The media person asked rising to their feat in the crowd of reporters during the press conference.

Slowly you lifted the microphone up to your lips. "I don't know."

"You were seen in the Haas hospitality earlier today. Was it contract related or did you hide from someone again?" They asked which was followed by chuckles from everyone in the room.

Smiling you answered. "I was hiding."

Again chuckles erupted.

"Did you get caught?" Max interrupted from next to you on the couch. Laughing you nodded. "Yeah, Alex told on me."

"Ah, you shouldn't have told him." Max reprimanded you.

"Yeah, I know." You nodded. "But I hit him with my car, so now we're even." You argumented, ignoring the wide eyes from the media. Yuki grinned from beside Max, who couldn't hide his own amusement.

"That seems alright then." Max replied.

"If i may interrupt and go back to my initial question." The reporter interrupted. "Y/N, what are your plans for next year, do you have a new contract in sight?"

"Not really." You shrugged. It was a lie, but it wasn't any of their business, yet and you didn't even know if t would work out.

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It was only logical that a day would come, where you were actually late for media duties, though no one believed you. Your constant lying about your whereabouts during media duties finally got to you.

"Where did you hide out this time?" Alex greeted you when you ran on stage for the fan event. "I didn't, I swear, I fell asleep and forgot to set an alarm."

Alex looked at you suspiciously, not quite believing you. "Was it Max?"

"No, I swear, I slept in." You tried to reassure. Looking out at the crowd you tried to convince them. "Sorry guys, but I swear I did sleep."

Laughs filled the crowd at you attempts of convincing.

"Was that a 'we believe you'- laugh?" You asked receiving once again a similar laugh. Leaning back to look at the Alpine boys who were with you. "Are they laughing at me or with me?"

"I think at you." Pierre teased and Esteban joined. "I would too."

"At least I know I'm funny." You replied, grinning.

Alex leaned towards you, putting the microphone away from his mouth. "Did you actually sleep in?"

"Yes, I swear." You replied.

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Drive to Survive interview:

"Hello, my name is Y/N Y/LN and I am racing for Williams Racing." You closed the clap with a tight smile, the bright lights surrounding you blinded you.

"Okay, great, it's good to finally catch you." The reporter announced making you unwillingly smile. "Yeah, you guys are very adamant, just wouldn't give up."

"We promise to keep it short for you." The woman laughed.

"Grand."

"Where did you hide this time?" The question continued.

"At Aston."

"Is it nice there?" The woman said as the interview continued.

"It's very green."

"Oh, I bet. How are you finding this season as it is slowly ending? What are your plans for next season, there are only a handful of seats left?" The interviewer pressed as you shifted in your seat knowing what she was out for. Carlos took your Williams seat for next year, so the question arises, 'what should you do?'.

Obviously you were in talks with a few people, looking over the open seats and even at spots in other categories like wec.

"It's been crazy, but I know what I'm doing."

"So you got a plan?" The woman asked curiously. "Is it for vcarb? They've been looking at you, I've heard."

You shrugged pursing your lips . "RedBull sugar free? Who knows."

"You're really not giving us anything, aren't you?" She interviewer chuckled and you smiled cockily.

"Nope." You looked over the camera personal, as the interviewer searched her notes. "Are we finished? Do you just cut to some dramatic scenes of me now?"

The lady shook her head chuckling. "Not quite, sorry."

Internally sighing in disappointment you nodded.

"Alright."

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[CAPTION] thank you Charles (my secret santa) for the invisability cloak, now I can hide even better☺️🧙‍♀️

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[sergeantbarnessdoll]

helloooo

can I request reader being an avenger and pregnant with bucky's baby and he has to deliver his own baby after reader went into early labor during a mission ?

absolutely love your work thanksss

Precious Little Miracle » Bucky Barnes/Winter Soldier

Pairings: Avenger/Husband!Bucky Barnes x Avenger/Wife/Pregnant!Reader

Summary: You go into labor during a mission and Bucky delivers yours and his baby.

Warnings: Fluff, language, dad!Bucky/mom!reader, childbirth, crying, kissing, pet names

A/N: Thank you for the request, nonnie🩵

A/N #2: Thank you @buck-star for helping me come up with ideas for this🩵

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

Header made by @buck-star

GIF IS NOT MINE! Gif credit goes to the creator.

Ever since you found out you were pregnant, you wanted to get as much work done as you can before the baby comes. Now, you’re in your eighth month of your pregnancy. You’re surprised that you’re still able to go on mission. Bucky, on the other hand, is a nervous wreck every time you go on a mission in your delicate condition. You swear he ages 10 years every mission you go on. You’re able to get the job done though.

“Doll, please be careful.” Bucky says.

“I am being careful, James.” You say.

You threw one last punch at the target, knocking him out. You stood there for a moment to catch your breath. You put your hands on your pregnant belly like any pregnant woman would do.

“Are you ok, babydoll?” Bucky asks.

“Other than my feet hurting, I feel great.” You say.

“We’re going to the safe house.” He says.

“Babe, I’m fine.” You say.

“Doll, please don’t argue with me.” He pleads softly.

You didn’t want to argue with him so you gave in. Bucky informed the Steve that you two are going back to the safe house. In a way, you’re glad to be going back to the safe house. You just want to relax and get off your feet. When you and Bucky got to the safe house, he opened the door for you like the gentleman he is.

“Always such a gentleman.” You smiled.

“Only for you, doll face.” Bucky playfully winks.

You walked inside the safe house with Bucky following behind you. You kicked off your combat boots and went to the living room to relax.

“Can I ask you a question?” Bucky asks.

“Of course, Buck.” You replied.

“How come you didn’t stop going on mission when we found out you’re pregnant?” He asks.

“I just wanted to get as much work done as I can before the baby comes.” You answered.

“I understand that, doll, but you really need to be careful. I don’t want to lose either of you. I don’t want to experience that.” He says.

“Baby, you’re not-” You gasped when you felt a gush in between your legs.

“Babydoll, what’s wrong?” He asks softly.

You looked down at the floor, quickly realizing that your water broke. Bucky followed your gaze to the floor. His eyes went wide.

“Did your just water break?” Bucky asks.

“Either that or I peed myself.” You say.

You grabbed onto Bucky’s vibranium arm and cried out when you felt a contraction.

“Doll, I’m pretty sure you’re in labor.” He says.

“No.” You shook your head. “It’s early. She’s not due for another few weeks.” You say, your eyes filling with tears.

Bucky wrapped his arms around you, his hand rubbing your back to help keep you calm.

“Everything is going to be ok, doll.” He says softly.

“No it’s not.” You whimpered.

“Babydoll, look at me.” He whispers.

You look up at your husband with teary eyes.

“Everything is going to be fine. You have to try to stay calm and remember your breathing, ok?” He almost whispers.

You nodded. Bucky pecks your lips softly. He then guided you to the couch. You sat down on the couch. So did Bucky. You made sure to remember your breathing like Bucky said.

“Bucky?” You almost whispered.

“Yes, doll? What is it?” Bucky asks softly.

“I’m scared.” You tell him.

“So am I.” He whispers.

You whimpered when you felt another contraction. You squeezed Bucky’s hand. You inhaled and exhaled. You were able to relax when it passed.

“You’re doing great, doll.” Bucky praises softly. “Just keep breathing.” He says softly.

Bucky went to stand up to get his phone to call your doctor to let her know you’re in labor and to inform the team about what’s going on, but you grabbed his arm tightly to prevent him from doing that.

“Please don’t leave me.” You begged.

“I’m not going anywhere, babydoll.” He assures you softly. “I’m just going to get my phone to call your doctor to tell her that you’re in labor and I’m going to inform the team of what’s going on.” He tells you.

You stared at your husband for a few seconds before allowing him to get his phone. Bucky pecked your lips softly before doing so. He called your doctor and informed the team.

“Bucky!” You whimpered when you felt another contraction.

Bucky quickly said goodbye to who he was on the phone with and ran back to the living room.

“I’m here, doll. It’s ok.” Bucky almost whispers.

“No it’s not. Nothing about this is ok. The closest hospital is a couple hours away and I’m scared that I’m going to have our baby in this safe house.” You say, tears rolling down your cheeks.

“It’s going to be ok, babydoll. Wanna know how I know that?” He asks.

You sniffled and nodded.

“You’re the bravest woman I ever met. You never back down from a fight. That’s two things I love about you. That’s also part of the reason why I married you.” He says softly.

“You always know what to say in scary situations.” You say with a smile.

“Isn’t that the reason why you married me?” He asks with a smile.

“Yes.” You replied.

Bucky leans down to kiss you sweetly and passionately. You pulled away when you felt a contraction, but also, something didn’t feel right.

“Something doesn’t feel right.” You say in a shaky voice.

“What do you mean something doesn’t feel right?” Bucky asks.

“I-I-I don’t know. What if something is wrong?” You asked.

“Don’t think like that, doll. Try to stay calm and I’ll call your doctor again.” He says softly.

You nodded. Bucky called your doctor again and told her that you said something doesn’t feel right. You maintained your breathing with he was on the phone. On the inside, Bucky was freaking out. On the outside, he was trying his best to hold it together for you.

“What did she say?” You asked as he hung up the phone.

“She said I have to check you down there.” Bucky says as calmly as possible.

Your eyes went wide and your heart dropped when he said that. Your breathing became uneven too.

“Doll, breathe. Everything is going to be fine.” He says softly.

Bucky helped you get your breathing under control. Then he went to find towels just in case he has to do what your doctor told him to do, which is deliver yours and his daughter since you two are in a safe house that’s almost in the middle of nowhere. He came back to the living room with towels. You knew why he had the towels.

“Do you trust me, babydoll?” Bucky asks.

“You know I do, baby.” You say.

“You know what I have to do, right?” He says.

You nodded and whimpered. It wasn’t a whimper of pain this time. It was a scared whimper.

You took a deep breath before lifting your hips so Bucky could take off your tactical pants and your panties. He sat down on the coffee table and moved your legs apart. His eyes went wide at what he saw.

“What? What’s wrong?” You asked.

“I see her head.” Bucky says.

Your heart dropped. You didn’t realize you were that far along in labor.

“No.” You say out of fear.

“It’s going to be ok. I’m not going to let anything happen to you and our baby girl.” He says softly, putting a comforting hand on your knee.

Bucky leans up and kisses your lips softly.

“I got you and our daughter, ok?” He whispers.

“Ok.” You whispered back.

“Let’s meet our daughter.” He smiles.

You smiled back. You took a couple deep breaths before pushing. It hurt. The only thing getting you through it was your husband showering you in praises. You felt relief wash over you when you heard your daughter crying.

“Is she ok?” You asked, panting.

“She’s perfect.” Bucky almost whispers, not taking his eyes off yours and his precious little miracle.

Bucky wrapped yours and his daughter up in a towel and handed her to you. Both of you smiled down at yours and his little girl.

Not too long after that, you went to the hospital to make sure everything is ok with you and the baby. Everything is fine with both of you. You ended up falling asleep for a while. You then woke up to Bucky talking to yours and his daughter. You smiled at your two favorite people. Bucky looks over at you and smiles.

“Mama’s awake.” Bucky coos at yours and his daughter.

Bucky carefully stood up with yours and his daughter in his arms and walked over to the hospital bed you’re laying in. You moved over just enough for Bucky to sit down next to you. He carefully put her in your arms. As you gazed at your daughter, you couldn’t help but get emotional.

“Hey, what’s wrong, doll?” Bucky asks softly.

“I can’t believe our precious little miracle is here.” You say softly.

“Me neither.” He whispers.

“Our precious little miracle needs a name.” You say.

You and Bucky have brainstormed names for yours and his baby girl, but haven’t agreed on a name both of you like.

“Oh. Umm-” Bucky thought for a moment.

“Do you want to hear the name I came up with?” You asked, looking up at your husband.

“Yes.” He nods.

“Rebecca Stevie Barnes.” You tell him.

Bucky knew he wanted to name yours and his baby after his best friend, no matter if you were having a boy or a girl. He thought it would work either way, which in this case, it does. Also, he didn’t know that you wanted to name yours and his daughter after his sister.

“You- You want to name her after my sister and Steve?” Bucky asks, his eyes tearing up.

“Only if you’re ok with it.” You say.

“I’m more than ok with it. I want nothing more than to name our daughter after my sister and my best friend.” He says.

You smiled and leaned up to kiss your husband passionately.

“I love you so much, doll.” Bucky whispers.

“I love you too, baby.” You whispered back.

“And we love you too, our precious little miracle.” He whispers to yours and his daughter as she grabs onto his finger.

🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵🩵

-Bucky’s Doll

[alice-everafter]

"Is the room to your liking?"

Riddle's tentative voice rings through the peaceful silence. He's stood like a stranger, unsure and hesitant in his crimson pajamas. Which is ironic given the fact that it’s his own room that the two of you are in. Really, that should be you standing around awkwardly. But instead here you were, sat on his king sized bed in similar pajamas without shame.

"Riddle," you don't have to fake the giddy grin as it stretches across your face painfully wide. "Any room is to my liking considering the shack I currently call home."

He gives you a concerned little smile in response. You couldn’t help it, you were excited to finally be able to sleep on a mattress that wasn’t lumpy. Or creaky. And or slightly moldy. The point being you’re excited to get some good sleep.

Riddle flicks off the lights and starts to settle into bed. You follow his lead, because if there is one thing Riddle Rosehearts can do is be a commanding presence even in satin pjs.

He turns on his side, staring at you from across a reasonable gap given the fact that you were currently sharing a bed. A really big one at that but a bed regardless.

And then continues to stare as a questionable silence occurs.

“Do you always go to bed this early?” You blurt out before you can think any better of it. The awkwardness was just asking to be broken.

“This is early?” Riddle’s eyebrows raise in surprise. “I’ve always gone to bed at this hour, even as a child.”

You can just vaguely make out the light of the still setting sun from the window behind you.

“Well, I mean, what time do you normally get up?”

“6 am.”

“Oh,” well. Maybe he’ll let you sleep in, enjoy the luxury of a non-lumpy bed while you still can.

“You seem apprehensive.” Riddle fiddles with the blanket in his hands where it rests right below his chin. You try and shoo the imagery of a small child being tucked in out of your brain.

Thank god his unique magic didn’t have to do with reading minds, otherwise you’d be thrown to the streets with a collar as a parting gift.

Speaking of collars and lack there of, today had marked a month since Riddle’s “big summer blowout” as you have codenamed it as. And what started as a “1 month of sobriety” joke by Ace turned into an actual celebration by Cater. So, naturally, you dragged yourself along and helped yourself to Trey’s mouthwatering pastries. But then one thing led to another and somehow you were roped into playing a Twisted Wonderland version of Monopoly that led to Grim melting all the plastic house pieces in a fit of firey tantrum to then being forced to fix them by Riddle in an impromptu magic lesson/lecture and—

Yeah, so a lot happened. And next thing you know, you’re being surveilled watched by Trey as you meticulously brush your teeth along to his direction… for some reason? Turns out Ace wasn’t spewing complete lies about Trey’s “fetish” for teeth. You wouldn’t call it that, personally. It was more like a… slightly uncomfortable passion.

But anyway, here you are. Sleeping over at Heartslabyul because Riddle had insisted you and Grim stay the night since by the time you had realized, it was past curfew. Though, surprisingly, Riddle insisted that you share his bed. And Grim, still more than a little apprehensive about the Dormhead, scampered off to sleep with the other freshmen. Cramped dorm rooms be damned.

“Prefect?”

You shake yourself from your thoughts, realizing you had left Riddle hanging for your answer.

“No, no. I’m just… difficult to get up in the morning.” You settle on saying, fiddling with the comforter much like Riddle was.

“Oh, well you can’t be worse than Ace. He’d sleep the entire day away if I allowed it.”

You can see that familiar spark of disapproval flare up behind his eyes and you instinctively tense up. Though as quick as it was there, it fizzles out. Reminding you that yes, this was Riddle, but not the same one that nearly decapitated you with a rose bush.

This is the one that you saw break down in tears on the Heartslabyul lawn after treating it like a playground sandbox. The one that nearly did it again—the crying part, not the sandbox bit—as he pulled you aside and apologized for nearly killing you.

You remind yourself that as you decide to take a small leap of faith with your next words.

“I was also sort of hoping to sleep in tomorrow.”

“Oh,” is all he says. Which isn’t terrible, but not exactly good either.

“Since, you know. It’ll be Sunday. And, you know, still the weekend so. Good to get caught up on sleep while you can… you know.”

He’s analyzing what you’ve said, you can tell by the way his eyes get wide and concentrated. Oh, he’s biting his lip now. That means he’s actually considering your thoughts. He’s thinking, he’s about to speak—

“Alright.”

“…Alright?”

“Yes, alright.” He seems to solidify his answer with a nod. “Let’s sleep in.”

Those words settle in your chest like the sweetest relief.

“Brilliant idea, Riddle!” You can feel the excitement as it grows in your chest. So much so you reach over and grasp his hand, shaking it in emphasis. “You won’t regret this, I tell you.”

“You’re acting like I’ve just done something revolutionary.” He titters, cheeks pink from the unexpected contact as you basically start shaking his hand like an eager businessman after a hard won deal.

“How many times have you slept in before?”

He opens his mouth to respond, ponders, and then slowly shuts it.

“See! So it's basically revolutionary. Why do you think we threw you a party?"

"Oh, and that's another thing." He seems to remember something at the mention of the party. "The fact that Ace and Cater kept congratulating me on my '1 month of sobriety' is pure nonsense. I've never had a lick of alcohol my whole life, so why would I be sober if I never got not sober to begin with?"

As he rambled, you could see his confusion slowly shifting towards indignance. His cheeks were beginning to flush, eyebrows knitting together. His fingers were clenching and unclenching in the sheets pulled over his body.

He looks at you now with pursed lips, bordering on pouty, waiting for a reply.

"...Well, it's a, um..." You stop yourself from saying joke. If you wanted Riddle to not possibly get offended, you'd need to overexplain as much as he can overthink. "It's supposed to be ironic. As in like, 'haha get it? Riddle would never get drunk and therefore sobriety makes no sense and therefore is funny!' kind of ironic."

You subconsciously ended up avoiding eye contact throughout your entire explanation. And also leaving out the comparison of his... "moments" with alcoholism, since you didn't think that would go over very well. So when you finish and decide to just bite the bullet and look, his expression is one of... disappointment?

"Oh," he says, simply and softly. "I see, I guess that... makes sense."

...Maybe you should explain the comparison. "If you need me to elaborate, I can."

"No," he quickly responds with a shake of the head. "That won't be necessary. Your explanation was more than enough."

His eyes are trained on a loose piece of thread near the edge of his pillow yet it's like he's staring straight through it.

"Is there... something else then that's on your mind?"

"I guess I am just... realizing a few things about myself. Especially in regards to these past few months. All those times when I overheard a student comment that I 'couldn't take a joke' were, in essence, correct."

"What?" Talk about a topic shift. "Wait, hold on a second, where did this come from?"

"From just now, actually." He begins picking at the thread he's been zoning out on. "I mean, you saw me. I almost talked myself into a tizzy over, what? A harmless phrase that had no intention of demeaning my character? That ended up turning into a party meant to congratulate me?"

"Well, I mean, there is an underlying comparison between your 'tizzy' moments and alcoholism so—"

"Ace was right."

You blink, momentarily wondering if the person laying across from you is actually Riddle or not.

"How?" You don't bother with hiding your incredulousness, too confused to sugarcoat.

"When he said that everyone around me only panders to my behavior." He huffs, a small humorless laugh filled with self deprecation. "I, all that time, was just silencing thoughts and behavior that I viewed as wrong even though it would've been right. It's no wonder some of the freshman are still hesitant with me. Why it feels like everyone is walking around eggshells when they talk to me."

"Even you, Prefect." He looks... small, truly like a child. Curled into himself like he wishes to disappear from sight. Blinking rapidly like he's trying not to cry. "Even you do it. You let me do what I want, you're never 100% honest with me, and you justify my responses. Like just now."

You open your mouth to rebuttal, but he shakes his head, smiling sadly.

"Don't bother, I can give you examples. Asking me if we could sleep in, expecting me to disagree. Only half explaining the meaning to me since it'd be directly referencing my anger. Which you have yet to actually name for what it is, not once."

You... hadn't even realized you were doing that. It was all just, natural. Instinctive.

"I can... I'm not the most perceptive but, I can tell when you tense up, Prefect."

He meets your gaze, and that's when you process the tension in your shoulders. You had been tensing them, for who knows how long.

"I don't blame you," he speaks before you can begin to try and say anything in response. "Not after everything I did, not after I overblotted and nearly got us all killed."

He looks defeated as he turns over to lie on his back, staring up at the canopy of his bed.

"Ace and all of them were right, I'm just a baby tyrant."

The two of you lapse into silence, you with nothing to say and him having said it all. You don't know how long you stare at his profile for, just scraping the recesses of your brain for the words to say. But eventually, you decide "fuck it" and just let him have it. Like he deserves.

"So you're a bit of a control freak." His head snaps to you but you force yourself to ignore it, barreling onwards. "Scratch that, you ARE a control freak. Can you blame yourself? What with that shitty mom you have, I'd be surprised if you didn't turn out some form of fucked up."

"My mother is—"

"Nope," you abruptly hold a finger up right to his face. "None of that, I'm talking. You want the truth so I'm giving you the truth. Your mom sucks, severely. She basically made you into the baby tyrant that you are. And we, as friends and as your dormmates, have perpetuated that attitude. Thereby continuing the cycle of tyranny until when someone eventually called you out on it, you exploded."

All that momentary fight dies out the more you went on. Every new statement was like a lash across his face. Now he refuses to look at you, too disappointed to meet your gaze. Eyes glossy with unshed tears.

You cross the invisible wall between you two and reach out, grabbing his hand once again in yours.

"But that doesn't mean you can't change." You squeeze his hand, whether to reassure yourself or him is beyond even you. "The fact that you're acknowledging your behavior is proof enough that you're on your way to fixing it. But even then, healing isn't linear. If you take a few steps back, just get back on it again. It's going to be a while but there's nothing you can do about that except let it happen and be patient. Don't let every reminder of your faults be a dissuasion, let it be a motivator to keep going."

You take a moment to breathe, but also to gauge his reaction. Wide eyed and staring at you in wonderment, Riddle lays unmoving. Nothing but the dim impression of street lights outside to illuminate his form in the darkness of his bedroom. Looking at you and only you.

"I'll do better," you tell him, resolute. "I'll hold you accountable. I'll remind myself more to say what I mean, or even call you out on your shit if I need to. And if not me then someone else will, especially Ace. Consequences be damned with him."

He's lying once more on his side, mirroring you like before. His fingers have since found their place around your hand, holding it in kind. His grip tightens with the lull in your speech. You don't know whether it was intentionally or not but it's enough to encourage you to let that last little thought out.

"And for what it's worth, I think you're doing as good a job as any, Riddle."

Silence settles in, him with nothing to say and you having said it all. Well, almost having said it all.

"So," you pipe up before those tears you can see in his eyes decide to fall. "I think this call for a concluding hug, what do you say?"

So, so many emotions fly across his face as you hold open your arms as best you can while lying on a bed. Eventually, what he settles on doing is laughing. Watery and in disbelief, Riddle laughs and leans forwards into your arms.

"Honestly," he chides without an ounce of real intent as he presses his face into your shoulder. "That's how you decide to end your thoughts?"

"I don't see you doing any better, Mr. 'I'm just a baby tyrant.'"

A month ago, that response would've gotten you a one way ticket to collar town. But tonight, he only laughs and holds you tighter.

"Touché, Prefect." He leans back enough that you're able to watch as a smile spreads across his face, unabashed and bright like the sun.

It's one of the firsts of its kind that you've ever seen on his face. You hope you can keep producing more just like it.

[dilf-docs]

"Call It What You Want" Series: Drabbles. In today's episode, Y/n L/n goes on a Chicken Shop Date! ft. Amelia Dimoldenberg

Set: Before the first part of the CIWYW series Warnings: None. Just lousy comedy. I'm sorry Word count: 974 words

"So, I heard a rumor"

You pop a fry into your mouth. "Gotta be more specific with that"

"That you like older men" she replies back in an instant. You almost choke on your fry. Almost. You're quick to recover, taken back still.

"Oh, that" you let out a laugh. "I suppose it's true"

You think back about one of your most liked instagram posts, an old one. A graphic t-shirt with the front spelling I Love Dilfs, a red heart in the middle. Pedro had teased you about it, to which you replied: Are you stalking me?

"Why not older women?" she questions, and your eyes go wide at it. You've never been one to label yourself, especially not online.

"You aren't old, Amelia"

Her character falters a bit at your comeback.

"Did you just called me old?" she jabs. "I can poison your nuggets"

"Well" you reply, "it would be a bit weird that I thought about other people while we're on a date, right?"

She contains a laugh.

"I'd say then, that you have good taste" she bites a nugget. You bite yours. "Can I ask one thing, though?"

"Sure" you lean forward, then look at the camera, pleading, "as long as it's not about my dating life-"

Finding out who you were dating was one of the Internet's favorite topics. It went wild every time a new project of yours dropped, since you seemed to have insane chemistry with your co-stars. This time, the victim was Sam Cafflin, who just happened to star in some horror flick called Bagman. You weren't even together in the movie, but the few promotions you did together were enough for fans to place their imput in your relationship. They always did, yet, so far, no one had been able to guess it right.

And you're lucky, because it's been a while now since you and Pedro were together.

"If you could choose any D.I.L.F to take my place and be on a date with you, right now, who would it be?"

"Rude. I see you insist on me cheating on you on our date"

"I'm curious" she says, her accent shinning. "The Internet loves to pair you up with older men as much as you love to pair up yourself. Have you noticed?"

It's no secret. You're as clear as ambiguous. Everyone knows your preference, but none the fact that you're even married.

"Of course. I love my fans too much" you take a sip of your lemonade. "You could say I am a fan of them"

"Alright, but who you'd pick?" Amelia insists.

"Depends on the season" you chuckle. Your mind instantly goes to your husband. Still, you decide to spice things a bit with your answer. Give the Internet something to say. Give him something to say. Shit stirrer, you hear his voice in your mind. "Right now, it's summer, and Hugh Jackman seems the right answer"

The blonde woman raises her eyebrows.

"He was here just last month" Amelia says. "Should I give him your number?"

"You don't have my number" you deadpan. "Nor his"

Her eyes go wide as she suppresses a smile.

"Say I did. Should I ask yours for him?"

You shrug. "I'm a busy woman. If they want me, they better find me"

She chuckles lightly at that. "Well, thank you for making time for me then"

"Oh, for a pretty girl, anytime. Might like you more than my D.I.L.F.S"

Yet, in your heart, there's only a space and Pedro's carved itself inside it.

"Hugh Jackman, huh?" he muses. "What the fuck is he gonna do for you, hmh?"

You wrap your arms around his neck, moving from side to side in a cheeky manner. He's been bugging you with it ever since you stepped inside the house, and you've been trying so hard for him to drop it, but you knew it was lost case ever since he started spamming your phone once the interview dropped last night.

"Pop those claws out"

"You could have a Roman general yet you chose a mutant freak"

"The Roman general dies. Wolverine is immortal" you argue back.

"You're saying that just because he's trending right now... I want to see if you hold to the same answer when Gladiator II comes out"

"Baby, be honest. Are you jealous?" you tease.

He scoffs. "Of a guy with forks for hands? Please"

"Calm down. No need to fight this war, general" you stand on your tiptoes, his lips brushing yours. "You know I'm all yours"

His grip on your waist tightens, then leans into your ear and whispers, possessively so.

"Damn right you fucking are"

You're enjoying this a bit too much. Not even the Internet had gone that crazy over your interview.

"Hugh Jackman can sing though"

"Aw, c'mon!" you laugh as he slips from your embrace. "That's it, you're sleeping on the couch tonight!"

"No, wait" you chase after him, giggling.

His face is flushed when he looks back at you.

"You know, I Iearned to sign Future Days, for Joel. But now? You get nothing, ungrateful deceiving wifey"

You feign hurt, placing a hand on your chest.

"Is it bad to say another man is hot, or have you gone too woke?"

"You're married. Don't bullshit me"

"Secretly married!" you protest.

"So that allows you to thirst out-loud for other men?" you remain silent. God, he's stubborn. "You've been a real bad girl"

You stop on your tracks. So does he. When you smile, wickedly so, he knows he's done for.

"I can be a good girl if you want"

Sultry voice. Dripping in honey, dropping in tone. Batting eyelashes. Parted glossed-up lips. His cock twitches. He feels like a fool.

Pedro just runs a hand through his hair. "Fuck, baby. You're gonna be the death of me"

[ssentimentals]

seungcheol + turning invisible

warnings: angst (with a happy ending though)

some people would kill for this superpower, you know. interestingly enough 'being invisible' turns up as an answer for the question about desired superpowers often enough for people to count you lucky. it's dumb, you think. everyone wants to be able to be invisible, but you know they'd hate it the second they actually turn invisible. it may sound fun, but in reality it's something you wish you never had especially on days like this one. when your haven't even tuned into your power and yet people seem to not see you anyway.

'we can start from setting up the deadlines first?' you suggest, looking around your study group.

no one answers. it's like you're not there, not with them but you are. just to be sure you check you pinch yourself - yes, you are here, you are present, you are not invisible. only it seems like you are with everyone ignoring you. all six people from your study group are currently engrossed in a conversation of hot new gossip, completely unaware of your existence. it stings. it makes a gnawing feeling in your chest rise, claw at your ribs, press on your lungs. trying to stop yourself from spiraling into negativity, you try one more time: 'who are you talking about?'

'no one,' one of the girl curtly dismisses you without looking.

it's not done intentionally, you can tell; there's no malice or desire to hurt you. but the way everyone just swatted you away like a noisy bug made your heart drop somewhere to the pit of your stomach. god, who needs this stupid power of invisibility, when you are doing just fine being invisible without it? it's impossible to continue seating here, feeling completely left out. you abruptly stand up, but no one even turns. 'i'll go order something,' you mumble, walking away.

food is the last thing on your mind now, but sitting there with them akin to a torture. you shift from one food stand to another, settling on chicken wings at the end. the queue is long enough for you to marinate in your thoughts and when someone bumps into you, you pay it no mind, when - 'oh, i'm so sorry, are you okay?'

you blink, turning around. you kind of didn't expect anyone to even apologize, because you thought you are invisible to them too. apparently not though, because leader of your group, seungcheol, is staring at you with his wide bambi eyes. 'um- i'm good, no worries,' you mutter, realizing that he's waiting for an answer.

seungcheol is the kind of guy who is so handsome that it's a bit scary; so good at leading and so kind that you think it's fake. you two never interacted outside of the classroom and you don't expect this instance to be any different, when seungcheol surprises you with: 'what you're going to order?'

it's.. an attempt at conversation, you think. which is a bit weird, because since when you're not invisible to him? just to be sure you ask: 'you're asking me?'

seungcheol chuckles fondly. 'yeah, who else? i'm talking to you.'

it shouldn't matter this much but it does. it makes all of your insides warm, makes you unreasonably happy. seungcheol is never mean, so you know that he's genuine here even if it's a bit weird for you. 'just 6 buffalo chicken wings,' you answer. 'you?'

'12 of them,' seungcheol smiles at you and you think that this is it, when he goes: 'how's the project going? you're in group B, right?'

you feel more and more out of depth. 'you know in which group i am?'

seungcheol awkwardly laughs, blushing a little. 'uh, yeah. not in a creepy way though! just, kind of. noticed.'

'noticed,' you repeat dumbly after him.

'uh-huh.'

'noticed because.. you were paying attention?'

you don't mean to interrogate him over such a simple matter, but it's just so baffling to you that you can't wrap your head around it. you are invisible to even your own group as they have demonstrated recently, so seungcheol noticing you makes your head spin a little. seungcheol avoids your gaze, tips of his ears burn bright red. 'why are you so surprised?' he asks, deflecting your question.

'i'm kind of invisible,' you answer without thinking, only then realizing how it sounded. 'um, i mean-'

'not to me,' seungcheol interrupts in a very serious tone. he frowns, looking at you. 'i don't really know what you mean with that invisible thing, but not to me. i always see you.'

his words wash over you in a gentle wave. warmth settles deep in your bones as you stare at him and he stares back, honesty written all over his face. you don't know what to say, how to convey how important his words were for you because he won't get it. seungcheol has no idea what it means for you to hear it and the simple way he stated something so earth-shattering makes you want to laugh.

'you're alone here? we can eat together if you want,' he offers after a silence.

'i'm here with my group,' you answer and his eyes dim a little, but he nods and forces a smile. you quickly add: 'but they are busy, so i'll gladly sit with you if that's okay.'

seungcheol instantly perks up like a puppy. 'of course, that'd be great!'

great. you have no idea how someone like seungcheol can think that sitting with you is great, but you'll take it. maybe it's not about being invisible for some people. maybe it's about being visible for those who matter.

a/n: this turned out a bit long, but i hope it's fine, let me know <3 - nini

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[thevoicefromanotherworld]

"IS THAT BECAUSE OF ME?"

This fic was inspired by an audio I found on youtube (I lost the link omfg I'm so pissed rn)

WARNING: EXPLICIT SMUT UNDER THE CUT

I hope you like it!

-It's been a good night - Dave was saying as you entered your house - thanks for going out with me and for inviting me over, but especially for the date

-You don't have to thank me, Dave - you smiled leaving the jacket on the coat rack next to the door -

-I know, but this is a big deal for me, you know? I'm not the type of guy who gets attention from girls, in case you haven't noticed -he said, giving a shy smile- but seriously, it means a lot that you went out with me today -he continued- I've had a crush on you for a long time -he confessed- probably since the first time I saw you with your friends -his cheeks blushed as he said -you were very pretty- he whispered, making you smile -you were wearing a summer dress, the one with the sunflower print- he observed you lightly, before focusing his sight on his feet -the colors highlighted the tone of your skin he paused- the truth is that even today I haven't been able to look away-he observed you for a moment, you felt his blue eyes slide over your body with attention before looking directly at you- you look gorgeous, I didn't expect you to dress up

-I always dress up for my dates -you laughed lightly at his nervousness, he was quick to nod vigorously-

-I know you do dress for dates, of course, but you look stunning -he said- You look like you're going to get pictures for a magazine, not go out with a virgin you met a couple of months ago

As soon as the words left his mouth, he covered it with the palm of his hand as if he had said something horrible, when he hadn't.

I mean, you didn't understand how someone like him could be a virgin. He was so handsome and so… him.

-I didn't know you were a virgin -you confessed, making him blush again-

-W-what? Oh, I thought you knew -he said almost apologetically- Yes, I am a virgin, you can laugh if you want

Unable to help it, you laughed lightly, making him open his eyes wide.

-I didn't say it so you would actually do it! -he complained- It's not funny!

-I'm not laughing because I find it funny -you said, looking at him delicately- I think it's… adorable

-Adorable?-he questioned- I didn't expect that

-Have you ever kissed someone? –you asked, he tried to hold your gaze-

-Yes I have kissed someone before, but it's never been… intense, if that makes any sense –he murmured nervously- I-I've never intended to go any further –he explained- besides I've never been on a real date until tonight, but how could I not ask you out? –he said- I thought it would be better to leave my nerves behind and just do it, or else I would regret it

-Are you nervous now? –you asked knowing the answer-

-Of course I am, I definitely am –he affirmed- How am I supposed to be when I see you sitting in front of me looking like a true goddess?

Slowly you moved closer to him without touching him, he watched you through the lenses of his glasses. God, you loved the way they rested on the bridge of his nose and how it somehow made his eyes look brighter than they already were.

-The fact that you're moving closer is making me more nervous- he said, looking at you intently- Why are you looking at me like that? Shouldn't I?

-It's normal, Dave- you murmured- it's good

-Oh, then you must be very happy- you laughed nervously as you watched him-

-Dave

-Mhm?

-I want to kiss you- you blurted out, making him blush violently-

-Do you want…?- he swallowed hard- Do you want to kiss me?- he repeated as if he hadn't heard you well, you nodded- okay… I don't know if I'll be very good at it…- he murmured- as long as we go slowly I should be able to keep up. Is that okay with you?

The fact that he was looking at you like that, like he was scared of what was about to happen, but at the same time he wanted to do it so badly, turned you on more than you were willing to admit.

-Yeah- you replied kindly, he held your gaze-

-Then I guess we can kiss -he murmured shyly- Let me lean in, I guess, and…

Your lips connected with his delicately. You slowly moved your mouth against his, he followed your movements, keeping pace with you. You kissed for a moment longer, before he slowly pulled away for a moment to look at you.

-Your lips taste like lemonade -he said, you smiled, because only he could make those kinds of comments -I hope that doesn’t sound stupid…

He didn’t have time to finish his sentence, as you leaned in to continue kissing him.

You couldn’t help it, he was so fucking adorable that all you wanted to do was keep doing it for hours. His lips felt spongy and soft against yours, as he followed your movements with more vigor than before.

-Are you okay? – you asked, looking into his eyes-

-Yeah, that… - he took a shaky breath – it was really good – he said – I hope this doesn't sound weird or anything like that, but I… - he wet his lips with his tongue – I like when you take the control

“For the love of God” you thought as you watched him. Who would have thought that behind his appearance was hiding someone with such thoughts?

Without saying a word you tasted his lips once more, he followed you in the same way as before, only this time you slid down to his neck, leaving small kisses on his collarbone, hoarse gasps coming out of his lips at your actions, making you wetter and wetter.

The fact that you were his first was a feeling you didn’t know how to handle.

-Wow -he said between kisses- I thought that…- a guttural growl escaped from between his lips when you sucked on the spot on his neck where his pulse was beating

-Is it okay?-you asked, he nodded-

-Yeah, I just didn’t expect it -he replied reassuring you- Shit, that felt really good -he confessed-

-Do you want to keep going? -You groped, and smiled when he nodded so vigorously you thought his neck was going to dislocate- Yes please, continue -he murmured politely-

Your lips moved down the side of his neck to the start of his collarbone. He tilted his head to give you better access, causing you to smile against his skin. He felt it, which sent shivers of pleasure through his body.

-Your lips feel so soft against my collarbone -he whispered- I didn’t know that area was so sensitive

You left a couple more kisses, until you looked up at him.

-Do you want to see me?- you asked, your invitation making Dave so hard inside his pants that he felt like he was going to explode if he moved-

He nodded, and this time he was the one who kissed you.

That time was the only time he took control over you, his lips making their way between yours delicately and a little more confidently than before. You sighed against his mouth, feeling yourself melt against him.

-You make such pretty noises -he murmured- I never thought I’d hear something like that, but here you are

You decided to take it to the next level, sitting on his lap. You placed each leg on either side of his hips, settling yourself on top of him.

Dave watched you, the lenses of his glasses partially fogged up from the kisses you had shared.

-Hey, hey, what are you doing climbing onto my lap? -he asked nervously- I don’t know if…

You moved slightly against him, clearly feeling him against your sensitive center. He gasped, his pretty lips parted and ready to be kissed again.

-That's… -his cheeks turned red again- that's my cock -he announced hastily- I'm sorry, the kiss on the neck made me hard and I didn't expect you to sit on my lap, plus you look so pretty, and you're so soft, and…

You silenced him with a kiss. You moved your lips against his with need, and he adapted to you by moving them in the same way, the wet sound of your lips meeting and separating repeatedly flooded the room.

-I can feel your heat through the fabric of your pants -he said between kisses- you look so sexy -he stopped abruptly when he saw you starting to take off your clothes- wait, what…? Oh –he said looking away for a moment before focusing on your eyes, the heat on his cheeks had gradually intensified- you are… naked, like VERY naked, TOTALLY naked

-You are so adorable –you smiled-

-Stop saying that, I'm just nervous –he defended himself- I've never seen this before –he said- you can't blame me for being amazed, especially when it's you, because… I mean… Have you seen yourself? –he asked making you gain a little confidence in yourself, which even though at that moment you were acting like that, in your daily life you didn't have much-

-How do you feel about it? –you asked, you wanted to know everything that was going through his head at that moment-

-How do I feel? Where do I start… –he murmured thoughtfully- you look so fucking sexy that I can't think clearly, I want… –he took a deep breath before saying- I want to touch your tits. Is that wrong? -he asked, his innocence was killing you- because I really want to do it- he continued- I want to feel their weight in the palms of my hands, they seem so soft… - he murmured without knowing what else to say-

-You can touch them- you allowed, he sketched a shy smile-

-Can I? - you nodded- Can we continue kissing too? - he asked, you nodded again- I guess I should take off my clothes first, right? - you repeated the gesture, watching him carefully- give me a second

He got rid of his pants and underwear. His shirt was left aside on the couch. You allowed yourself to lower your gaze down his body, before looking up into his eyes. Your scrutiny was making him more nervous than he already was (if that was even possible)

-W-what do you think? - he asked unsure- Do you like it?

Liking it was not enough compared to what you were really thinking. You didn't expect that beneath all those layers of clothing he always wore there was a more or less muscular body.

The valleys of his lower belly and the veins on his arms standing out against his skin were enough to make you wonder and made your mouth water.

-I love it- you whispered-

-Thank you- he laughed- I don't know what to say to that, I'm really hard right now, in case you haven't noticed- this time it was you who laughed- let me sit down again- he murmured resuming his previous position-

A low moan came out from between his lips when you sat back down on him, lightly brushing against him.

-I didn't expect you to sit back down on my lap so soon, especially when there's nothing between us anymore- he confessed looking at you with wide eyes-

-Dave

-Yes?

-Condom – you said kindly-

-Condom, of course – he reached for his pants, taking it out of the back pocket of them – here – he handed it to you – this is my exploration equipment – ​​he joked nervously – yes, that was a very bad joke – he apologized, while you kissed him again – I'm not a child – kiss – it's just – kiss – I'm really horny right now and it's making me ramble, and my cock is directly against your pussy, and you're so hot and wet… - he murmured, looking into your eyes for a moment – ​​Is this for me?

-It is – you answered when you saw the nervous and excited shine in his clear eyes.

-Shit, I can't believe this is happening – he murmured – please ride me

A sigh escaped from between your lips when you heard him.

You were still able to see the shyness hidden behind his actions, but the fact that you were confident in the situation made him feel it too, leading him to say what he really wanted to say, how he wanted to say it.

You melted into a kiss more intense than any of the previous ones you had. Dave's teeth caught your bottom lip making you gasp against him. The tip of your tongue ran over his lips, causing him to moan against you.

-Your tits feel so good in my hands - he whispered - and I feel your warm body against mine…

It was then that you raised your hips and slowly sat on him, sliding him between your walls. He threw his head back and closed his eyes as he felt himself sheathed inside you.

-Fuck - he growled, resting his hands on your hips - fuck baby, it feels so good… I can feel my cock sliding between your pussy lips. All I can think about is how your walls open to receive me -he gasped, momentarily resting his head against your shoulder- Fuck, I just felt the tip graze your clit -You held onto his shoulders, feeling him buried deep inside you- Does it feel good? Can I keep moving against it?-he asked-

Unable to speak, you nodded.

-Thank you, baby -he said, moving his hips against that spot, making you lose your mind-

-I like it when you moan -he confessed, attacking your clit- I love knowing that I'm making you feel good. Can you tell me that I'm doing well?

-Yes, you're doing very well -you replied in a gasp-

-That's good to know -he said- All I want is to please you. Can you teach me how I can make you feel good?

-Move your hips in circles -you indicated, resting your hands on his hips to show him the movement -Like this

-Like this? God it feels so good, you’re so wet… -he murmured, doing what you told him to do -Maybe I can…- he stammered- Can I be on top of you? -he asked hopefully- I wanna fuck you

You almost moaned when he said it, when you nodded he wasted no time flipping you over so your back was on the couch.

Somehow the change in position only made it seem like his cock was reaching places it had never been before. His gasp and your scream were proof of that.

-Shit, you’re so tight -he growled, pushing into you- God, I can’t believe I’m doing this, I feel like I’m melting against you, fuck I can’t think straight

-Do you want to go faster? -you asked, praying he’d say yes- Will it make you feel good if I do it? –he asked, you nodded, his husky laugh making your eyes shine brightly- okay, I'll go faster then

He moved over you, his strong forearms moving in time with his body on either side of you as his cock stretched you with every thrust.

-Is it okay? Please tell me it is

-It is –you affirmed, bringing your hands to his hair to pull on it- good boy

You felt his cock get harder inside you at the nickname

-I'm a good boy –he repeated more to himself than to you- I want to make you feel so good… I want you to train my virgin cock so I can please you the way you want. You like that, don't you? -he asked- you like knowing that you're the first pussy that's ever made me feel this way

-Yes- you moaned- please, Dave, faster

-Faster, I can do that- he said, speeding up his movements, making you dig your nails into his back- please tell me again that I'm a good boy, let me grab your tits and call me a good boy

You felt his hands cup your breasts as he penetrated you deeply. You gasped when he squeezed your nipples between his fingers, driving you crazy.

Dave never thought he'd have a girl as pretty as you writhing beneath him, but there you were, drunk on his cock.

-I want you to cum- he said desperately- How do I do it?

You murmured for him to rub your clit. He nodded.

-Yes, I can do it, I know where it is- he said making you smile, rubbing his tip against it again- you're making such pretty sounds, and they're all because of me- he murmured, half surprised and half proud-

-I'm… I'm getting close- he gasped- What do I do? Are you close too?

-Yes, look at me – you ordered, your eyes connecting – don’t look away from me, I want to see your eyes when you cum

-I was going to say the same thing – he murmured making you smile-

-Yes… fuck I’m going to cum – he gasped – your good boy wants to cum – he pointed out – tell me how good I am at fucking you

-You’re the best at fucking me, Dave – you said – I’ve never been so full as when you stuck your cock in me like the good boy you are

-Fuck – he growled – tell me what you want me to say, I’ll do anything to make you cum, anything to make you feel as good as I feel

-Count backwards from ten – you said – cum when you get to one

-That long? –he complained- I don't know if I can hold out –he confessed- I'll try, darling –he said- ten

Push, kiss on the neck

Nine

Kisses on the collarbone

Eight

Hair pull

Seven

Glasses fogged up

Six

Lips parted

Five

Bright eyes

Four

Penetrating gaze

Three

Another push

Two

In the end he didn't manage to get to one, he spilled inside you before he could get there.

His labored breathing collided with yours when he kissed you. He slowly pulled out of you and you took off the condom, throwing it in the trash that was there.

-I haven't gotten to one –he complained, making you smile-

-It's okay –you reassured him, catching your breath- Did you like it?

-I think that's saying little –he said- When can we repeat?

-Not now of course - you laughed - I'm exhausted and so are you, we have to sleep

-Okay, we'll do it later - he said pulling you against his chest - good night

-Good night, Dave - you said -

And just like that, the two of you fell asleep in each other's arms

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I can see so clear Bird putting Ari in the dog house again and later in the day he arrives at her home with a bag full of her favorites snacks, heat pads, painkillers and a note for his sweet wild woman

Summary: Somehow, Ari always seems to know all the right ways to take care of you...

Warnings: Mature Themes, Fluff, Ari Being A Menace, Bickering, Brat!Reader, References to Menstrual Cycles & PMS, Cuddles, Cursing, Minors DNI

A/N: Part of my Sweet Renegade Series. Semi-proofread, not beta'd. All mistakes are my own. Likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated. Thanks for reading!

You automatically perk up from your place on the couch when you hear the slam of your front door. Ari had left the house hours ago, muttering something under his breath that you hadn’t quite been able to make out. 

“Beast?” You call when he doesn’t immediately appear. “Whatcha doin’?” 

“Is that my Bird in there?” He quickly fires back. “Is that who I’m talkin’ to?”

His unexpected dramatics immediately set your teeth on edge. Just what the hell did he mean by all that?

“Who the hell else would it be?” Your question comes out sounding more like a growl. 

Instead of answering you’re treated to the sound of footsteps as Ari finally makes his way to you. But instead of coming all the way into the room, you’re confused when he chooses to poke his head around the corner. 

“Just checking.” His wary blue eyes are sparkling with a hint of mirth. 

“Are you trying to be funny?”

“Nah, baby. Just bein’ careful.” Ari steps out hiding then, his brawny arms laden with several brown grocery bags.

“Why the hell would you have to be careful?”

“Because when I walked out the house earlier I did so under the impression that my woman had been replaced by one of those she-demons you only read about in books.” He offers you an unrepentant shrug before setting his purchases on the opposite sofa. “Aww, c’mon now. Don’t make that face."

“I’m not makin’ any kinda face, you Beast.” You huff, doing your damndest not to pout. “I just don’t know what the hell you’re goin’ on about.”

“Then how come you’re over there looking like you’ve been suckin’ on a lemon?” The handsome bastard has the nerve to smile at you as begins digging items out of one of the bags. 

“Am not.”

“Are too.”

“Am not, you –” Your petty retort is interrupted when your bounty hunter suddenly chucks an orange bag at your head. Thankfully, you manage to catch it before it makes contact with your face. “Jalapeño cheetos?”

“Yep.” He grunts, giving you a knowing look. “I also got you the regular ones too in case you decide those are suddenly too spicy for you.”

“Oh.” Is all you can muster, turning the bag over in your hands. These were your favorites whenever you allowed yourself to indulge. “Thanks.” 

“Yeah. Not done yet, baby.” 

You watch as he systematically begins pulling items out of the bags. He also makes a point of showing you each one, much to your overall chagrin. 

“Let’s see…” Ari moves the bags to the floor, which allows you to get a good, long look at all of the treats and treasures he procured while he was out. “We’ve got us another bag of Cheetos, plus a bag of white cheddar cheese popcorn. Next up, we’ve got two hefty slices of strawberry cheesecake. I got my own, so you don’t have to share,”

Smart man.

“I mean…” You quietly hedge, your teeth going to nibble at your bottom lip. “I don’t know why you felt compelled to buy all this stuff.” 

“Oh you don’t, huh?” His eyes go wide as he cocks his head to the side.

“Nope.” The word tumbles out of your mouth with a soft pop.

Instead of responding he chooses to simply ignore you. “Here we have a variety of chocolate bars – milk chocolate, milk chocolate with fuckin’ caramel, milk chocolate with some kinda weird nougaty shit, you get the idea.” He spares a glance in your direction long enough to study your face. “We’ve also got dark chocolate with both sea salt and some kind of intense orange peel somethin’. Do any of these work for you?”

“Why, yes, all of them but–”

“Moving on, I’ve got a box of cocoa, peppermint tea, and oh! Nearly forgot the fuckin’ heating pad.” Ari holds up the box so that you can see it. “If this isn’t the right one I will go back out and buy another.” 

The seriousness of his features makes it plain that he’s not kidding. He gingerly hands the box to you, giving you a moment to peruse the information included on the box.

How the hell could he have known that yours had only just gone out? Oh. Because you’d mentioned it the night before last. It always seemed to surprise you just how much this man seemed to listen to you. 

“This is...this is good.” You tell him, hugging the box to your chest. “It’s great, actually.”

“Thank Christ.” He breathes, relief evident in his tone. 

“Ari, did you do all this because I was feeling a little snippy this morning?” While his intentions were sweet, they also felt like a little over the top 

“Snippy? Is that what we’re calling it?” His tawny brows shoot up high enough to reach his hairline. “Because this morning you threatened to beat me with a sack of oranges for snoring too loud.”

Oh. Right. Oops.

“And when I made the mistake of walking on the carpet in my work boots, you literally threatened to unman me.”

“I was worried about the mud.” You mumble with a wince. 

“And the fact that you just so happened to be aggressively chopping vegetables at the time? Pure coincidence?”

“Yep.” Your voice comes out so small you almost surprise yourself.

“And then, when I tried to apologize and take ‘em off, you told me you were gonna throw me and them into the nearest lake. And then fly in a pack of gators to make sure that we were never seen or heard from again.” 

“A joke.” You try once more. “That’s all.”

“Yeah well, I’m not the type of man to make jokes about a woman’s monthly bein’ on the horizon.” Ari picks up a small box of what looks to be medication. “But even so, I also know how to count.” He adds with a shrug before taking a step towards you. “My sisters swear up and down that this Midol shit works wonders with demon feelings.”

“Thank you.” Your bottom lip begins to tremble when your man reaches out to gently cup your chin.

“Do you need anything else?”

“No.” You reassure him, your hand going to gently grip his wrist so you can stroke your thumb over his pulse “I’m sorry.”

Ari stares you at you for a beat, before finally leaning down to tenderly brush his mouth over yours. “S’alright, sweet Bird.” He repeats the action, smiling into the kiss when he feels you relax against him. “I reckon it ain’t all your fault.” 

“You’re too good to me, baby.” You try to pull him down on the couch with you, only to pout when he resists.  “C’mere…” You whine. “I wanna make it up to you.”

“Let me go put this stuff away first.” He rises to his full height before politely taking the box from your hands. “Unless you want some of it now.”

You take a minute to think. “Just some chocolate please.”

“Any preference?”

“Dealer’s choice.” 

Ari tosses you a random bar, which you eagerly accept without so much as a second look. You tear into it, barely removing the foil before taking a bite. It goes down so good you can’t help but have another.

“Now, I won’t be gone but a minute.” Just in case, he decides to leave you with the box of Midol as well. 

Meanwhile, you decide that it’s in your best interest to remain quiet. Because unbeknownst to this man, you had actually gotten your period today sometime after he’d left the house.

“And if those demon feelings start to come back, you just pop a couple of those, alright?” He’s still so incredibly serious about this that all you can do is nod.. 

“Yes, Sir.”

“Thank you.” You’re rewarded with a flash of teeth posing as a grin. “And when I get back, do you, uh…” He rolls his broad shoulders. “You think you got any room for me on that couch?”

Instead of responding, you choose to offer him a bite of your chocolate. You’re secretly more than a little giddy when he accepts. It was a sign that all was forgiven. 

“Why don’t you hurry back and find out?”

Still grinning, you watch as Ari hastily gathers up all of your goodies before taking off in the direction of the kitchen. “Go on and turn on one of those horror movies you like, little Bird. I’m gonna need you to snuggle close to make up for how you treated me today.” 

With that he’s gone, leaving you with just enough time to retrieve extra blankets and pillows from a nearby closet. Forget a heating pad. Having you man this close was practically like having a human furnace at your beck and call. 

Jesus Christ, how did you get so lucky?

“Beast?” You let your voice ring out as soon as you’ve found yourself a good movie. It’s been ages since you’ve watched Paranormal Activity, and you had it on good authority that Ari had never seen it.

“Yeah?” He bellows from the next room.

“Bring us a slice of cheesecake to share. I wanna enjoy it with you before we get too scared.”

“Whatever you want, Duchess.” You don’t have to see his face to know that he's laughing at you in the sweetest way possible.

And quite honestly, in this moment, you wouldn't have it any other way. 

END

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[sansaorgana]

Buck’s gal getting injured on base (twisted ankle or scrape - nothing major) and him just running off only hearing “she got hurt” to find her

hiii, it's me again 😌 with the second fic today because I'm trying to work on as many requests as I can since I don't have any plans this weekend and the amount of them in my inbox is lowkey stressing me out, not gonna lie 🤣 I love to write for Buck, though, so it's fine 💐

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You would always wait for him when he was coming back from the missions. You were the only face Buck wanted to see first anyway and he kept searching for you through the crowd each time. Seeing you cheering for him would make him smile and his heart slow down its pounding in his chest.

But this time you were not there. His eyes were scanning through the crowd of men and women but you were not one of them. People approached him to congratulate him and pat his back but he did not pay much attention to it. He wanted to find his girl first. You would be the one to ground him after the mission and only after your sweet kiss he would be able to talk to these people or answer their questions.

“Where’s (Y/N)?” He kept asking but no one knew. Some didn’t even notice your unusual absence.

“You’re asking ‘bout (Y/N)?” Harry approached him. “She’s in the sickbay,” he explained and Buck’s heart skipped a beat at that. How could Harry be so casual about it…?

“What do you mean she’s there? What happened?!”

“I’ve no idea. Some accident. Buck, hey,” Harry tried to grab his friend’s sleeve, “you have to be interrogated first.”

“I don’t care,” Buck drawled out and hurried to the sickbay, not reacting to Harry and other men calling out for him. He was breaking a rule, he was aware. But there were more important things.

You were the most important thing.

Buck stormed inside the sickbay and looked around. One of the nurses sighed at the sight of him, already suspecting who he was looking for.

“She’s over there,” she pointed at the bed in the corner and Buck thanked her before rushing to your side.

You were reading a book and didn’t notice him at first, invested in the plot of some romance novel one of the nurses had lended to you. It was a nice distraction from the pain and from the stress. Buck was up in the air and you tried not to think about it too much.

“Sweetheart, what happened?” His deep voice brought you back to reality. You looked up and smiled widely at the sight of him.

“Oh! You’re back! You’re back!” You put the book away and extended your arms towards him.

“Yes, baby, I am,” he sat on the edge of your bed and took his cap off before leaning in to hug you. “What happened? Why are you here?!”

“You’re going to laugh at me,” you giggled.

“What do you mean?” He furrowed his brows, worried.

“I was in the archives, I tried to reach for the top shelf and I stood on the stool, right…” you started.

“Without taking off your heels first?” Buck sighed, knowing already what happened. He had been warning you about it each time he’d catch you doing it.

“Yes,” you looked down, ashamed. “And yeah, I fell down…” You paused and then you burst out laughing. “Oh, Buck, I’m glad you weren’t there.”

“I’d catch you if I were,” he lifted your chin up so you’d look at his face again.

“Yeah, no. Because…” you giggled, “...oh, baby, I fell down with the whole rack!” You laughed once again at how ridiculous you had to look when you had been found by the Colonel.

Buck chuckled finally, too.

“I’m so clumsy, it’s embarrassing,” you sighed.

“No, don’t say that,” he caressed your cheek. “Where does it hurt?” He asked.

You pushed your blanket aside and he hissed at the sight of your scratched knees and bruised hip.

“Yeah, not a very pleasant sight,” you admitted and covered yourself again. “The Colonel is more worried about that rack, though.”

“Of course he is,” Buck rolled his eyes.

“I’m scared that I’ll end up with scars on my knees,” you whispered. “I’m going to have ugly knees.”

“Well, that’s what you get for not listening to me, doll,” Buck bopped you on the nose.

“Will you still love me when I have ugly knees?” You asked shyly and he laughed.

“Oh, no, I can’t bear such a thought. I think I will be forced to look for a new girl with nicer knees. You see, knees are the most important part of a woman,” he teased but you didn’t find it funny and you pouted. “Oh, darling, I was joking,” he leaned in closer to place a kiss on your forehead. “I will always love you,” he promised and you smiled at him sweetly, “even with ugly knees.”

“Cleven,” Colonel’s voice made you both look up, “you should be in the interrogation.”

“I’m sorry, sir. I’m going now,” Buck put his cap back on and stood up.

“Both you and your girl are such menaces today,” Colonel Harding gave you an unpleasant look and you giggled.

“Oh, Colonel,” you rolled your eyes, “don’t you know trouble comes in pairs?”

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He Chose You (Pt. 3)

Lucifer/Reader - Lucifer decides that you are the perfect person to be his baby mama.

Rated E, but the smut has been delayed due to personal matters. I apologize! Still not for kiddos though.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8 | Part 9 | Part 10 | Part 11 | Part 12 | Part 13 | Part 13.5 | Part 14 | End

“Hello there!”

Teeth. 

This man in your apartment — 

‘He was a duck. A fucking duck and now he’s a man. Oh my fucking god what the fucking fuck.’ 

                                                 — had shark teeth. 

If you’d had better control of your faculties — if you were capable of doing anything more than staring airily with mouth agape — you would’ve screamed bloody murder.

Instead, you sat there, unable to move and quickly succumbing to a sensation you could only described as detachment. 

His pointy smile gleamed despite the darkness. His whole person appeared to glow, in fact, giving you a clear view of his demonic approximation of a man in what could only be described as circus attire. 

You stared.

There was silence. The expression on his face fell slowly, showman’s smile melting until it barely lingered on his pallid face.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to get loud, heh.” The man-creature adopted an inside voice. “Hello.”

“It’s nice to finally meet you. I mean we’ve met before, obviously, but it’s nice to be able to meet you as me a-and you as you!”

The blond cleared his throat. Enthusiasm in full force as he pulled a cane out of behind his back and spread his arms out wide. 

“Allow me to introduce myself! I am Lucifer Morningstar! King of Hell… and I am at your service, my lady.”

Lucifer bowed until his strangely nose-less face just about touched the floor. 

“… King of Hell…?” Your voice came out steadier than you thought it would. “You’re… Satan?”

“Ah-ha, ha, that’s a common misconception. Satan is actually a friend of mine!” Lucifer sprung up, pleased as punch to hear you finally speak. “People have called me a ton of different names; that’s what happens when you’ve been around for like, ever. It all gets jumbled and lost in translation. Like that game! Telephone!”

“Wait, no.” He snapped his fingers together a few times. “Is that…? No that’s not it. It’s, it’s, ah shit.”

“No, you’re right.” You replied mildly. ”It’s Telephone.”

Lucifer’s eyes lit up like firecrackers. He moved closer to you, step by step, while excitement squared his shoulders. 

“So, are you taking me to hell now?” Your flippant question stopped him dead. 

“Wait, what?” His shock snapped into nervous laughter. 

Your eyes rolled up to the ceiling contemplatively. “I didn’t think I was special enough to be brought down by the Devil himself.” 

“No! No, no, no, no, no!” Lucifer waved his arms frantically. “I’m not! You’re not! I would never!”

“I’m flattered. You didn’t have to come all this way, you know.”

“Hell is for sinners not — not for you!” The very real panic on his face was amusing to some part of your hindbrain as you stared back at him airily. “You’re - you don’t deserve to go to Hell. Ever!”

“… Why?”

Lucifer’s shoulders shook, eyes still bugging out of his skull before he took a deep breath and exhaled shakily. If you didn’t know any better, you’d swear he was on the verge of a panic attack. 

“Well, because! Because you-uuu are a good person. Good people go to…” He inhaled deeply and exhaled shakily. “H-heaven.” 

You humored him with a smile, a kernel of pity lodged in your heart. It made sense that the Devil would hesitate before even naming Heaven. 

“No,” You course-corrected gently. “Why are you here?”

“Oh! Okay, yeah that. Great question! Thank you for asking!” The man-thing cartoonishly wiped at his brow, a silent ‘phew’ following. “I just wanted to, um…” 

Black gloves gesture wildly like Lucifer was fishing for words out of the air. 

“Ahh, I guess? The short answer is that I just wanted to meet you.” He smiled sheepishly. 

Your face felt numb, but you imagined that he could make out the want to raise your eyebrow questioningly from the blazé energy you were exuding. 

“See, actually, I’ve been meaning to introduce myself for days. You were moving in and I saw you and I wanted to say hello because you looked… ”

Fang-like teeth bit into his lower lip as Lucifer eyes darted to your form. That sheepish look had morphed into a mortified one when he could no longer make eye contact with you. 

“You looked like a ve-ery nice, helpful person and I thought to myself ‘gee, I don’t get to talk to a lot of nice, helpful people often — being as I am the ruler of Hell, and that’s not the nicest place around, right? Hah — so why not stop by and see if this person would be willing to talk to me?’” 

The cane in his gloved hands tapped against one palm impatiently, a shiny red apple glinting at the top. 

“Well, I, I mean that’s what I wanted to do when you first got here…” He trailed off with uncertainty. 

“But I just… I just kept fucking it up!” Lucifer knocked a fist against his face as if to say ‘stupid! stupid!’. “Every time I come up to knock on your door, I start thinking about all the ways it could go wrong and then I’d start getting antsy and I didn’t wanna freak you out!”

The Devil raked a hand through his platinum-blond hair. 

“I was just so afraid you’d run away screaming.” He sighed. “Which, while I thought that would be the worst case scenario, made a little more sense than right now with you taking this whole thing exceptionally well.” 

“Hmm,” You hummed, turning his words over in your mind. “Well I can’t run away, but I’m definitely screaming internally, if that’s helpful?”

Lucifer had the nerve to pout at your deadpan statement. 

“Maybe whatever you gave me at dinner caused a bad reaction?” You suggested. 

“Oh no. Well, maybe. I mean — I didn’t give that stuff to you. This was their idea.”

A bit of feeling was returning to your nose, and you could feel it scrunch up in confusion. “Your friends wanted to drug me?”

“My frie — Hah! Oh no, sweetie those aren’t my friends! Well, I mean they’ve let me crash at their place when I’m up topside, but that’s all part of our little agreement.” 

“Your agreement to-oo provide them with joy and laughter in their golden years as a pet duck?”

Lucifer guffawed loudly. “Oho! You are — that was funny! Hah, funny, kind, pretty, you’re the whole shebang aren’t ya?! — I knew picking you was the right move!”

‘Picking me?’ That got you to tilt your head with some effort, mouth opening to ask just that.

“Aha no, actually.” Lucifer cut you off. “That’s the other thing I was going to mention. I wasn’t gonna bring it up until a little while later, after we got to know each other.” 

Before you knew it, Lucifer had scuttled to your side and was sitting on the edge of the couch beside you, propping up the side of his head on one arm against the back. 

“Now’s as good a time as any.” You replied serenely. If you could shrug, you would’ve. 

Lucifer frowned while patterns into the couch cushion. “I wish I knew why you’re so darn agreeable. I mean, I love it! Makes this so much easier. But it’s also a little… weird.” 

You shifted to better face the Prince of Darkness, feeling a tingling sensation along one side. “I find it’s best to go with the flow during dreams. When I question things, they’re more likely to change into nightmares.” 

“Wh… what?” Your companion flinched back like you’d smacked him in the face. “You think this is a dream?”

“What else could it be?” Came your nonchalant response. “It’s either that or a hallucination from the drugs. I wouldn’t know, I don’t usually partake. But I’m pretty sure I fell asleep after my neighbors brought me back to my room, so I’m leaning toward that.”

The devil remained silent, that earlier expression of mortification making a comeback, as well as a slow-growing horror that made the unusually red spots on his cheeks drain down to pink. 

“No, no I’m not… I’m not a dream! This is real! I’m real!” Lucifer lurched forward suddenly, hands hovering centimeters from your lifeless arm. 

He swallowed thickly, making a decision in real time to peel off his glove and reach out to you with alabaster fingers. 

“See?” He asked softly, brushed against your shoulder down to your forearm with cautious claws. 

The nerve endings in your body had been waking up throughout your conversation with Not-Satan, but felt unusually sharp as his nails grazed your flesh. Lucifer’s hand was smoother than smooth, and cold like a glass window in winter. It was as if he were made of porcelain, solid yet fragile. 

And yet you felt a burgeoning warmth when he took hold of your hand. There was a faint heat coming from beneath his skin; a candle still burning somewhere beneath layers and layers of ice. 

You shivered violently, body and mind syncing as you both rejected and sought that impossible sensation. 

Lucifer, meanwhile, was staring at your hand in his, fingers entwined. He marveled at the image, hope blossoming from within, after an eternity of being grounded. 

Just to touch you, to be near you and bask in your body heat and the presence of your soul did wonders. 

“This is no dream. This is really happening.” He repeated softly. 

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[cryvelv3t]

Dad's best friend

Warnings: Age Gap, You're Orton's kid storyline wise, praise, bleeding

You sat behind your dad as he spoke with Cody, a lot had been happening with Kevin Owens and it was starting to worry them. "What do you think kid?" Cody asked you. He always felt the need to include you in conversations, you really loved him for that. Plus he’s super hot. "I think you should take his offer?" Their eyes widened "Kevin's offer," you clarified "It will be a good chance for you to show just how brutal you can be, it's like the "I quit" match with AJ." You added. Cody smiled "Now Randy why can't you be more like him?" He commented as he looked at your dad. "That's smart kid." he complimented as he turned his attention back to you. "Thanks Mr. Rhodes." His smile fell slightly "Do you always call me that?" he asked, brows furrowing. "Yeah, ever since I was little." You answered like it was obvious "Cody. It's Cody now." You smiled at him. “What if he tries to do a tag team match?” Randy asked Cody “Right, you’re injured. What about the kid?” Your eyes widened and you smiled widely “Yeah?” He asked, smiling as well. “No! No, that's an awful idea.” Randy said as placed an arm in front of you. “Why?” “You may be able to hold your own but you’ve never done a tag team match.” You went to tell him you could do it but Cody stopped you “He’s going to be my partner.” He said firmly. Randy sighed “Fine but don’t complain when you lose the match.” He walked away from you. “You think you’ll be able to do this. “I think so. Thank you Mr.” You cut yourself off before you could say Mr. Rhodes. “Thank you Cody.”. He gave you a smile and squeezed your shoulder before leaving you with your thoughts.

As you laid in bed that night you couldn’t help your mind wandering to Cody giving you a chance like that. You placed your face in your pillow trying to stop the more perverted thoughts from intruding the nicer ones. God, he’s as old as your dad and here you are fantasizing about him bouncing on your dick. “Fuck.” You groaned and started to play music on your phone to distract yourself. It somewhat worked but your dream was even worse. Cody looked up at you from his place on the floor “Please, fuck my mouth.” He whispered. It was like you couldn’t speak but he knew exactly what you wanted. Cody opened his mouth and stuck his tongue out. You slowly led your cock into his mouth. He hummed around it, his eyes struggling to stay open. He let out steady, muffled, moans as you rocked your cock into his mouth. He pulled himself off your cock, his eyes were so beautiful, so fucking desperate “Please, please I need you inside me.”. Almost immediately after he said that you woke up. You were meeting up tonight with Cody to make a plan on if Owens asks for a match. You felt like cancelling but you also need to prove to your dad that you can do it.

“Hey, kid.” He greeted as he let you into his hotel room. “You okay?” he asked, “Yeah, just kind of distracted but I’ll be fine.” “What’s distracting you?” he pried. You had the urge to look him straight in the eyes and tell you about your dream but instead gave a little “Nothing important.” you dismissed the question. “I don’t think Owens is going to ask for a tag team match. He doesn't have any allies that would help him if he tried.” Cody said and you hummed in acknowledgement “We probably could’ve done this over text.” Cody laughed as he walked you into the room. “You can sit down.” he said as he sat on the edge of his bed. You sat at the little desk in the corner “If you don’t think he’s going to ask for a match then why am I here?” You asked a little meaner than you meant for it. His eyes widened slightly “I wanted to talk to you, without your dad here.” He got up and began walking towards you. You raised an eyebrow at him “What about?” you asked nervously. “I,” he started “I want you.” Your eyes widened. You wondered if you were dreaming “I’m sorry, this was wrong. Your dad is my best friend, I’m sorry.” You cut him off by kissing him. “I want you too.” You said against his lips. He made the effort to pull away “You’ve grown to be so handsome.” He ran a hand from your face to your chest. “And you’re so strong.” you smiled at him. You kissed him again before backing him up to the bed. Once he laid down you placed a leg in between his legs “Fuck, you’re so hot.” He really met your expectations.

You guys heard someone knock on the door “Cody!” It was Owens. “What the hell?” Cody said as you two sat up. “Don’t let him see you.” He whispered as he went to open the door. You sat off to the side out of sight from the door. As soon as he opened the door Owens started yelling at him. “You are a piece of shit and! And guess who I saw come into your room? Orton’s kid, I wonder how he would feel if he saw his best friend fucking his son?” Owens went on a rant about how Randy would react, then you heard Cody raise his voice “You saw nothing. And I will never hear you call the kid a whore again. Imagine how Randy would react, he would put you 6 feet under.” You could hear Cody chuckle “Hell, I would. Leave now, asshole.” His voice was stern, so different from the one you heard minutes ago. You smirked to yourself at the thought. You heard the door close and the lock click. “You okay?” You looked at him, his face was flushed and his brows were furrowed. He hummed “I’m just telling you now, your voice when you’re angry is so hot.” You smiled at him. Cody’s facial expressions changed greatly “Really?” You hummed, eyes flickering from his lips back to his eyes. “Fuck.” He breathed out, “You should probably go before Owens comes back.” Cody said as you went to kiss him. You stopped and backed away “Okay.” You tried not to show your disappointment.

He walked you out to the door, and you turned around to say goodbye. “I really don’t want you to leave. If you want to stay you might have to hide again. Do you want to stay?” You laughed “What do you think?” He smiled at you, his hands working their way up to your neck. Your hands found his waist and you kissed him gently. Cody pulled you back into the room, lips never leaving each other. You took one hand off of his waist and used it to close the door. Once you both needed air he pulled away “Fuck.” He breathed out, his hands trying to find a place to sit. “God, I want to fuck you.” You groaned as you started to kiss his jaw and neck “Do it, god fuck! Please do it.” He sounded desperate, his voice was high pitched and whiny. “Fuck, just your voice alone could make me come.” He whined loudly at that. You backed him up, both of you falling onto the bed. You took the same position as before with one of your legs between his own. You pressed your knee into the growing bulge in his pants. He whimpered your name as he let his head fall back against the pillows. “God, I love the way you say my name.” You groaned into his ear “God, I love your voice. You’re so fucking hot.” He moaned out as he ground onto your thigh. You let him pleasure himself as you kissed down his jaw and neck. He was still wearing a button up from his promo earlier giving you very easy access to take off his shirt. You quickly unbuttoned the the shirt “God you’re so fucking hot.” You groaned as you wrapped your lips around his nipple. His back arched with a loud moan.

You pulled away from his chest with wide eyes as you felt your thigh get wet. “Fuck, Cody. Did you just come?” He nodded tears in his eyes. You cooed at him as you went to get him a change of clothes. “No, I want, no, I need you inside of me please.” He grabbed your shirt using it to pull you back to him. “Please, please baby. Please fuck me.” You hummed “Of course baby.” you said as you kissed him again. Your fingers fumbled around with his belt and his hands found your belt. “Take off your shirt.” He demanded. You smiled down at him “So needy.” You teased “Yes, yes I am. Fuck! Please fuck me.” Cody begged without you even asking it of him. His voice easily made you crumble, you pulled off your shirt and pulled off your pants. Cody let out a string of thank you’s as he sat up and raked his nails down your body “Please, please fuck me please.” He begged again as pulled down his pants. Cody gets desperate so easily, he’s so sweet. You smiled and started to kiss down his body, you pulled off his boxers. “Do you have lube?” He nodded quickly “Yes, yes, in my bag.”. You didn’t want him to be waiting for too long so you hurried to grab it. “You plan this baby?” You asked him as you began to run your lubed fingers on his rim “I hoped, but no. Asking you to be my tag team partner and having you come over tonight were impulsive. Fuck!” He spoke somewhat frantically “How long have you wanted me baby?” You leaned down into his ear. When he went to speak you entered a finger successfully cutting him off with a loud groan. “Answer me Cody.” You went from baby to his name so quickly. It made him whimper loudly “Wrestlemania when you helped me win the belt, you were so fucking hot when you speared Roman.” He was basically crying at this point. He was so beautiful like this, absolutely amazing. You added another finger to his hole “Fuck, thank you thank you.”. Your cock was painfully hard in your boxers, you started to grind yourself against his leg to give yourself a little release. You groaned praises into his ear “Fuck, your so good. So good for me.” You entered another finger into Cody. When you felt that he was loose enough you pulled out your fingers, added lube to your cock and his hole “Are you ready baby?” You asked as you lined up your cock with his hole. “Yes, yes please fuck me.” You leaned down and gave him a gentle kiss and guided your cock into him. You groaned simultaneously at the stimulation. You two just sat for a minute after you bottomed out giving Cody enough time to adjust. “Move, move please, move.” He begged and reached his hands out to you. As you started thrusting Cody wrapped his hands around your neck pulling you to be near him. “My sweet baby.” You wrapped one arm around his waist and the other forearm sits next to his head. “You’re calling me baby and I’m older than you.” He chuckles “Got your brains back.” He hummed “You’re not going hard enough.” You raised your eyebrows. “Oh?” You asked before slamming into him “Fuck!” He cries out “Yes! Fuck!” He moans loudly, his nails digging into your back. At this point you think you might be bleeding. His nails drag from the small of your back to the spot where your shoulder and neck meet. You saw some blood fall from your shoulder onto his face “Fuck baby, look at that.” “Huh?” He whimpered, “Making me bleed.” His eyes widened as you leaned down and licked the blood off of his face. “Please, please. Fuck you’re gonna make me come. Please!” He begged loudly. “Make me come please, touch me please.” You smiled down at him and did as he asked. He crumbled after a few strokes, cock letting out a stream of cum. His hole tightened around you making you cum deep inside him. “Fuck.” You groaned as you calmed down.

“You should stay the night.” Cody said as he started to run his hands through your hair, “That was my plan.” you responded with a smile. “We should take a shower.” Cody smiled, “Yeah, we should.” You answered. “You’re tired aren’t you?” He asked as he felt your weight slowly press harder against him “We can wait for a bit.” He gives you a kiss on the head and pulls you close. “Would it be crazy to say I love you?” You ask leaning into his neck “A little but I love you too.” Cody responds with a light chuckle.

[trefacot]

❝𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐝, 𝐨𝐥𝐝-𝐟𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐝, 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐛𝐨𝐲❞ Alucard x reader drabble

romance ︳fem reader

── before reading: my last post got much more attention than I expected it to so...thank you. Low key feeling like a little girl. I was fucking stressed ok. My writing style in english simply doesn't exist [cries in unpopular native language].

── summary: It's your birthday! Your time to time lover couldn't possibly forgot that. You spend some time together by the river talking about your shared future.

── warnings (?): reader's parents want to arrange her marriage, suggestive for like one sentence. word count: 644

enjoy.

One of the unsordid women at local market asked you about your relationship with Alucard. It was no surprise she knew him. Everybody did. As he was trying to undo all the desolation his father caused, well noted Drakula's son was practically at everyone's service. Unable to answer merry woman you wish to ramble more with, you said you and Adrian were just close friends. Oh, but were you? The conversation left you with a feeling of guilt, even though you told no lie. There was no established relationship. Sometimes you wondered what was he feeling towards you? Maybe you were just a relief after another nerve-racking day of saving somebody's life. No. It couldn't have been this facile. Adrian was the most unselfish, understanding and loving person you've ever laid your eyes on. If you two were just a passing romance you wouldn't spend this plenty of time at his castle. He wouldn't show you his childhood room. Your lips and bodies would've never met on those countless skin-warming sunsets. Also, he wouldn't show up at your door with the most gorgeous bouquet of flowers. Of course he picked scarlet roses. He was just so...good, old fashioned, loverboy. „Have you lost your mind prince? Coming to father's domain, at this time with some obvious linkage with his precious daughter...” Nothing but a wide smile appeared on your face as you tried to downplay your growing excitement with this sarcastic act.

His mesmerizing hazel eyes were locked on you as he bowed theatrically, taking a part in this silly scene you ushered in „Despite my honest modesty I must say...I belive I am not the only one, who looked forward to this charming encounter” Hearing his melodic voice could made it up for every situation when he had to leave you for his duties.

Not being able to wait any longer, you walked up to him, laying your arms on his broad shoulders „Happy birthday, darling” returning the gesture he whispered to your ear, which made you feel familair shiver down your spine. Everything that day was like a dream. It might not have seemed like the most exciting birthday, but god...you finally had him only for yourself. No waiting, no sharing and nobody constantly reminding you about your parent's cruel agreements. As the sound of flowing water and a cold yet firm hold over your hand were soothing, your mind was troubled „Does it bother you? That he would hate to see us here” a quiet question that seemed to come up as you were just thinking about it. Adrian always appeared to know what was occupying your mind just by the look of your face. You sigh „I would've love to tell you It doesn't” some bits of grass stuck to your back as you got up to sitting instead of laying. „But he means nothing to me, I won't marry him” You didn't even noticed when the man next to you got up to meet your eyes. He was always so soundless. It could get unsettling. But now, with his palm over your cheek, the only thing you felt was comfort „I know you're doing this for us...for me” He was right. You would do anything for him. You just weren't sure If he would do the same. His gaze was so soft when he moved his hand to embrace your back „I feel honored” Your faces were just inches apart when those words fell out of his mouth. Not finding any dissaproval in your eyes, he closed the gap, connecting your lips in short but emotional kiss. „I'll do my best to be the man you deserve” He whispered against your lips, making this moment even more intimate.

„Even though your father would probably put me on a stake”

fin.

[themindofachronicdaydreamer]

The Cat Distribution System

fluffy fluff fluff plot: you find a stray kitten and bring it home to Gojo content: alludes to smut, cats, mentions of violence (curses), established relationship, reader referred to as girlfriend word count: 3.1k satoru gojo x reader note: thank you for readingggg :) this is my first so be patient with me. it is purely self indulgent & I am still learning and trying to improve! not proofread super thoroughly so sorry for mistakes! love you <3

Of anything in the world, Gojo was certain he was cats were your favorite. 

This might be able to explain why you start smiling at your phone every time there’s a cat on it. 

This may explain your constant stream of texts to him of pictures of the most adorable cats from the internet or funny TikToks starring kittens being absolutely hilarious. 

It could explain why you constantly dragged him to places that have cats, whether it be a pet shelter or a newly popular cat cafe in the area. 

This might explain why you absolutely broke down when seeing a stray little kitten crying in an alleyway of Tokyo. 

It may explain how, in the middle of a mission, you dropped everything to go to the nearest convenience store, bought a bulk-sized pack of churu sticks to feed the lonesome kitten, and gave it all the pets it ever wanted. 

That also may explain why you just arrived back home earlier than expected - but with a cat. 

Walking into the door of yours and Gojo’s shared apartment, you shout, “I’m home!”

Gojo, who is sitting on the couch watching an old movie while eating a bag of gummy worms, is confused. It was his day off and he had been bored all day, not having you or anyone else available to bother relentlessly for his own entertainment. He had gone for a walk, tried a new restaurant, and came back home just as bored and with many more sweets. He could always sense your specific cursed energy from afar, so he knew you were nearing him before you even reached the door. While he’s in no way complaining about having more time with you, he’s still curious as to what cut the mission short. Before he could vocalize his question, you continue on. 

“Satoru! Where are you? You’ll never guess what happened. You’re a dad now!” You excitedly wonder aloud, knowing he’s home and that will catch his attention if you hadn’t already. 

Gojo is immediately confused. His mind runs a through a long list of possibilities to solve what riddle you just set in front of him. A dad? Yeah, you two may practice creating kids every now and then, but he was certain you weren’t pregnant the past nine whole months. He would know that, right? Wouldn’t it be noticeable? Not in a bad way, just in the nature of growing a human in you and the way your body would adjust to that. He’s sure you would tell him you were pregnant though, or that he would figure it out before eventual labor. Well, he knows you would tell him. You definitely would. You’ve talked about that before. So what isn’t he getting here?

“Sweetheart?” Gojo calls for you while quickly standing up and making his way toward the hallway at the entrance. He stops not too far from the couch when he hears a little squeak. 

Was that… a meow?

He doesn’t have time to think through the noise as you exit the hall and turn the corner toward him. A tiny fur ball is cradled in your arms, eyes wide in curiosity of its new surroundings. Immediately, any question in Gojo's mind was answered.

“Meet Suki!” Your face lights up as you move your arms toward your boyfriend, displaying the cat the best you can. Gojo smiles widely as he looks at your new little bundle of joy - a likely malnourished tiny kitten with a goopy right eye, dirty fur, and potentially (probably) fleas. Immediately he starts fawning over it. 

“Awwwwwwwwwe!“ Gojo said coos as he tilts his head and forms grabby hands reaching toward you and the kitten. With the sudden movement, the claws of the kitten dig into your skin a bit out of fear. She looks up at you, pupils dilated, seemingly asking for help. 

“Saturo, be slow and gentle with her, please! She’s a little nervous still,” you explain to him. The kitten was found alone and while she was not feral, it was obvious she had not had much interaction with people. Plus, when you stumbled on her, you were mid-fight. While the chances of her being able to see the curses are quite low, it felt like she could sense the tension in the surrounding atmosphere as she was cowering behind a dumpster, only coming out when she smelled the delicious churu you had in your hand.

“I’m sorry, baby. She’s just so cute!” Gojo exclaims, causing you to giggle and nod your head in agreement.

Gojo slowly and ever-so carefully reaches his hand toward Suki to allow the cat to sniff him. She recoils a bit, untrusting of the stranger. After thinking about it for a second, Suki sniffs Gojo’s hand, looking quizzically at his snowy white hair. She then turns and snuggles back into you and away from Gojo. He freezes in his position, mouth slightly agape due to the rejection. A small huh? escapes him. 

“I think she’s exhausted. She had a long day. Maybe she’ll be more comfortable after a nap,” you explain after seeing Gojo develop a pout from the rejection. You figured she was still sensitive to new people and was already tired, so you didn’t want to push her more than you already had when trying to feed her earlier. “I bought some stuff at a convenience store and stuffed it in my purse to take care of her before taking her to the vet tomorrow, so I’m gonna go run her a bath.” 

“Wait, wait!" Satoru exclaimed. He was already beginning to miss your attention being solely on him, so he prolonged talking to you and you leaving him to bathe the cat. "Let me guess - you were fighting, saw her, quickly ended the fight because you were only entertaining them to cure your boredom as the typical sorcerer does, helped her, and now you’re here?” Gojo guesses, causing you to gasp and shake your head no.

“No! That is absolutely not what happened. I saw her, immediately exorcized the curses, got her some food, and then I called Nanami to take over for me because of a ‘family emergency’,” you said while using finger quotes. You rolled your eyes in feigned annoyance as you continued, exasperated, “I wasn’t done with my mission, but I wouldn’t just leave it unfinished, Satoru! What kind of sorcerer do you think I am?” 

“Sorry, princess,” Satoru responds as he shakes his head with a chuckle. He watches as you lovingly look at the creature in your arms, mesmerized by the shape of your jaw and the soft smile on your lips. He gives your hair a quick tousle before continuing, “You’re m’favorite sorcerer. The best one out there. Other than me, of course.”

You look up at him, a faint blush spreading across your features. You gave him a disapproving look for his last comment, but the hue of your cheeks gave away the fact that you still get flustered when he compliments you. You gently push on the tips of your toes, lifting yourself up enough to lean toward your boyfriend. After a chaste kiss on his cheek, you hear a meow from your arms. Looking at the kitten, she repeats the same little sound. 

“What, you jealous?” Satoru teases the animal. “You want her attention? Can’t stand to spare a second for a kiss on my cheek?”

You let out a laugh as Suki gives Gojo what you would consider a dirty look. He picks up on it too, clicking his tongue at the kitten and again turning his attention to you. “Friendly, isn’t she?” he states, sticking his tongue out at Suki. 

“Right now, she's shy and nervous,” you answered, heading toward the guest bedroom in the apartment. You knew that at this rate if you did not leave now, you would never be giving her a bath. “I’m gonna use the guest bath.”

“Do you need help?” Gojo asked. He followed behind you, a puppy craving the attention of its owner.

“Actually, yeah. Look, I know it’s late and that this is a big ask, but I didn’t have the hands to get her more food and essentials. Can you go out for me and get some things? I’ll send you a list,” you give him pleading eyes you know never fail to make his knees weak and heart flutter. You wanted to grab these things before, but you could not bring yourself to leave the kitten alone for a second longer than she already had been for who knows how long. You were going to go later that night so as to not bother Satoru - but since he offered and you are a little tired, why not have him do it for you? A quick run to the pet store for some scratching boards, dry food, wet food, and other basics wouldn’t be the worst you’ve ever asked of him. 

“Yeah, honey, of course. Text me the list, yeah? I’ll get going now,” Satoru, your savior in flesh and bone, agrees as he flashes you a big, toothy smile, then moves to grab his keys.

“Thank you, Toru,” you say as you cuddle the kitten closer. 

Satoru smiles at the sight he knows he is going to grow to love; you looking at the kitten like she is your entire world, while he looks at you knowing you are his.

"Anything for you. I love you," Satoru says as he walks around to hug you from behind and not disturb Suki. He presses a kiss to your head, you melting into his touch.

"Alright, let me give her a bath! Stop stalling me," you say. Satoru releases you from his grasp. You turn to face him to see his face has a pout once again.

"Gimme a kiss before I go, please?" He says, then puckers his lips and leans forward.

"You're a dork," you say, but continue to lean in and kiss him. "But I love you too."

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With Suki now bathed to the best of your ability and eating another churu stick while in a big fluffy blanket, you are beginning to wonder what is taking your boyfriend so long. The pet store is not a far walk and is an even closer drive, yet you finished the bath about an hour and a half ago.

Just on cue, you hear the front door open after a slight struggle. Suki's ears perk up, but she is too tired and invested in eating the churu that she does not even bother to glance in the direction.

You hear quick footsteps until Gojo appears from the hallway. With a big box under one arm and a couple tote bags full of things that you can't quite tell what they are, he stumbles into the kitchen. He quickly sets everything down, giving you a better sight of what all he has. You see the big box was a cat tree, and in the bags is a variety of canned food, wet food, treats, toys, tunnels, collars, more treats, multiple automatic food and water bowl sets, and a couple of outfits. This is why you never send Gojo on errands.

"Satoru, you bought way too much!" you say. You motion to the bags of stuff he put down as he walks toward you with an innocent smile on his face.

"I actually think I didn't buy enough. I figured you would want a say in some things though, so I held off. A little bit," the man in question responds. He then pulls out a little box of icing covered treats with sprinkles on them. "I even got her sweets!"

Suki - coincidentally - now decides to acknowledge her new father's presence, meowing at him from across the room in her blanket. Gojo looks over and coos as he walks over to her.

"Hi sweet girl, did you have a scary day? Do you want some delicious treats to celebrate you coming home today?" He opens the box toward the kitten, who stares at it, sniffing the aroma she finds so enticing. She then walks forward, rubs her head against the hand holding the box, and meows again. Gojo giggles as he takes the treat out of the container to help the cat.

Your heart feels like it is about to burst. Watching the two interact brings you so much joy, and with how welcoming Gojo has been ever since you spurred this on him, you could not be more excited. He takes his phone out of his pocket and takes a billion pictures of the new addition to the family.

"Tell me everything, baby. How'd you find her? How was the mission? I'm sure Nanami is pissed," Gojo says to you after he puts his phone away.

You had wanted a cat for a while, but it never seemed like the right time. With you and Gojo being jujutsu sorcerers, you had been worried about leaving a new cat alone for an extended period of time or not being able to come home to it. You had considered it once you and Gojo finally moved in, but life never seemed to give you a break, and here you are now.

Still, you did not yield even a single hesitation about leaving this kitten behind. The second you saw her, you were hers.

"Mission was easy, just annoying. Found her behind a dumpster in an alley. Nanami was only slightly irritated. I told him that it's just the cat distribution system, and that no one could deny fate," you shrug your shoulders.

"Oh yeah, like those videos you send me? Where cats just choose their new owner?" Gojo says, causing you to smile.

"You actually watch all of those?" You questioned.

"Yeah, why wouldn't I?" he says, appearing genuinely confused.

"Dunno, I just send them a lot. But yeah, you're right. The second I saw her, I had a feeling," you elaborated. "She was mine!"

Satoru thinks to the first time he saw you back at Jujutsu High on the first day there. He remembers every detail: how you did your hair that day (two braids with black bows at the ends of them), who you were with (Shoko, a childhood best friend of yours), the way you laughed (a cute little laugh, throwing your head back at Shoko's joke). He remembers time moving so slowly, he felt like he was staring at you for hours. Suguru Geto, his new friend, stared at Gojo's frozen features and sighed, waving Shoko, another new friend, over.

Gojo can recall clear as day how your hair framed your face, your eyes stared into his icey ones hidden by black shades, and how you introduced yourself to him.

He knew then that you were different. He knew you were going to be in his life for a while. You were his, and he was yours. He just had a feeling.

Who knew that one day comparing his love for you to your love for your new kitten you found, mid-fight and in a dark, Tokyo alley?

He just can't contain his giddiness toward you anymore. You were so cute, so soft, and so sweet. He wanted to dote on you and shower you in all of the love he could.

"God, baby. You are the cutest thing I have ever seen!" He exclaims as he pinches your cheeks.

"Stop, Toru," you wave him off. "I thought we were talking about Suki?"

"You were. You just distract me," he says, a hand coming up to stroke your cheek. He leaned in and placed a kiss on your forehead. "How could you not when you look so adorable?"

A little meow echoes throughout the room.

"Do not flirt with me in front of our child! She is clearly uncomfortable," You jokingly tease your beloved boyfriend.

Gojo glares at Suki, who is still eating her treats, content with her new life of luxury.

"Ugh. Way to cockblock, Suki," Saturo groans as he flashes the innocent kitten the finger

"First of many," You add, smiling. You swat at his outstretched hand, grabbing it and pulling it into you. You smile up at him, pulling his blindfold up so you can see his eyes, and giving him a loving kiss. "I love you, Toru."

"I love you more, cutie."

As much as you cats are your favorite of anything in the world, you know it is impossible to love anything more than you love Satoru Gojo. As you stare into his eyes, you know he knows that too.

Cats are a very near second place, though.

Bonus

Your phone rings with a familiar ringtone. You look down to see Megumi's contact staring back at you and press answer, lifting the phone to your ear.

Before you could even say hello, you hear, "Now why the hell did you get a cat?"

"Hello to you, too, Megumi. My day has been great, thanks!" You tease. "Yeah, yeah. Now why?"

"How do you even know? I was gonna tell you next time I saw you," you ponder, already having an idea of the answer to your question.

"Gojo posted it everywhere already. Every story. Every single one," Megumi confirmed your suspicions. "Answer my question, please? I am not the most fond of those things."

"It's the cat distribution system," Megumi hears another voice in the background say.

"The what?"

Suddenly, the phone is lifted from your hands, your boyfriend having replaced you in speaking to Megumi. "Hey, Gumi!"

"Gojo? I said not to call me that," Megumi groans, although you know he doesn't really mind the nickname.

"The cat distribution system is a phenomenon where stray cats choose a random owner, and the new owner must take care of the cat because simply, the cat decides it will!" Gojo explains. "Isn't that cool? My Suki-bear was all alone and my lovely girlfriend here brought her to the safety of our humble abode."

Megumi is silent for a moment before huffing, "There is no way you actually believe that."

A mischievous smirk appears on Gojo's face as he says "Megumi, are you afraid of cats?"

Megumi began stuttering nonstop as he said, "N-No, I... I just... I don't like them. Um. I... I'm allergic?" Gojo laughs at this response, causing Megumi to scoff. "Whatever."

The line goes silent, and Gojo hands you the phone. He looks at your irritated expression with an unwavering smile.

Before you could say anything, a little meow is heard, causing Gojo to laugh before saying, "Right, Suki? What a loser! Who wouldn't love you?"

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the ending isnt my fave but i hope you enjoyeeddddd thank you for reading all this way ilyyyyyy

[moonlightspencie]

Taking your Marauder Boyfriend (writer's choice) home to meet your muggle parents?

YAY. this is so cute (will be james because he was #1 on my poll teehee)

james potter x gn!reader

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"So... am I not allowed to use magic at all?"

You quirked a brow, looking at your boyfriend. James tended to be a little dramatic, but asking this question for the hundredth time as you were on your parents' porch was a bit much.

"You can handle not whipping out your wand for two days," you replied.

He smirked. "Which one? Either way that might be hard for me."

"Ew! Shut up," you whispered loudly.

"What?" he laughed. "They can't hear me."

You groaned. "No wand, no sex, no... just be normal, babe. I am begging."

"Fine," he pouted, reaching for your hand. "They know you're magical, I don't see why I can't just⎼"

"It freaks them out, babe."

"That's silly."

"You're silly."

He smiled a little, dropping his head on top of yours. You shook your head a bit, then straightened up as your mom came to the door.

"Hi, honey!" she beamed, reaching for you.

You let her give you a tight hug, then stepped back and grabbed James's hand again.

"Mom... this is James," you smiled.

"Nice to meet you," he said to your mom, giving her a shy smile.

"Nice to meet you, too, dear. Come in, come in!" she exclaimed, taking a step back to let you in the house. "Dad and I have been so excited for you two to come home."

You laugh. "Yeah?"

"Of course. You know how much we miss you when you're away."

"I know, mom. But I can't exactly do my whole magical thing when I'm here."

She shivers, her dramatics not far off from James's. If that behavior was any indicator, they'd get along just fine.

"Still freaky. I can't believe you can just... hm," she chuckles a little nervously. She was always a bit weird about magic. She glanced at James. "And you're able to do all of that too, yes?"

"Yes, ma'am," James nodded quickly. "But fear not, I was already debriefed not to do any magic while we're here."

"Well, good. I'm sorry for the inconvenience, dear."

"It's okay," he smiled brightly, squeezing your hand lightly.

And all was going well, too, until your mom insisted on showing James their new home theater in your old bedroom. It wasn't terribly showy, but they had a huge television and some comfortable chairs. You hadn't taken into consideration, though, that James wasn't exactly attuned to muggle appliances and technology.

"Whoa," his eyes went wide as your father showed him around the room. "And you all think magic is strange?"

"Babe," you say with wide eyes.

Your dad laughs, patting your arm. "Its, okay, sweetheart. You... you really don't have television?"

You shake your head. "Not usually. I got us a small one for our apartment, but... nothing like this."

"Now this is magic," James mumbles as your mom starts queuing up the movie. He glances back at you. "You sure I can't do a little?"

"No, love..."

"Can you make popcorn with a wand?" your dad teases.

"Yeah," James answers honestly.

Your dad quirks a brow, speaking quietly. "As soon as mom isn't looking..."

James laughs happily, squeezing your hand tightly.

"Knew they'd love me," he mutters to you smugly, though not without humor.

"We've still got a whole weekend, babe," you remind him.

"It'll be a breeze. Who could resist my charm?" He winks.

[crownofgildedlilies]

christmas lights

pairing: kaminari x reader summary: Denki Kaminari should never be put in charge of making plans.  wc: 2.2k event masterlist

You should have known you were in trouble when Denki was the one who organized the group hangout. 

He had assured you everything was under control. All of your mutual friends—Mina, Kirishima, Sero, Bakugou, Jirou—had agreed to meet you both at a cafe in town just as the sun fell, then everyone would head over to the Christmas lights festival to enjoy the sights. 

Somehow, though, it just ended up being you and Denki. 

“Jirou just texted,” Denki waved his phone to emphasize his words. “She said she can’t make it, either. Something about her request to leave campus being denied?”

“Really?” Your face twisted in confusion. You hadn’t had any problems getting permission to leave, and neither had the others. “So no one else can come?”

Apparently, before you had even gotten to the cafe you were supposed to meet at, Mina and Kirishima both had separate family emergencies come up, Sero had gotten sick in the three hours it had been since you had talked to him last, and Bakugou had stopped answering his phone and was assumed to have fallen asleep. 

And Jirou was out, too. 

“Nope, weird, huh?” Denki laughed awkwardly, scratching at the back of his neck. The two of you were standing in line, waiting for your orders to go. The lights festival had already started, and you had really been looking forward to seeing all the bright decorations. 

“You still want to go, even if it’s just with me?” You asked hopefully. And maybe a little bashfully, too. How long has it been since you first started crushing on him? Somehow, his ridiculousness had won you over and you found him endearing instead of irritating. 

“Yeah, of course!” His smile was wide and genuine, and you couldn’t help but feel all sorts of mushy things in response to it. 

Mercifully, you were saved from having to respond without confessing your long harbored feelings for him by the sound of your orders being called out. Within a few minutes, you and Denki were out on the street, heading in the direction of the festival. 

The air was colder than it had been when you first left the dorms since the sun had set, and you had forgotten your scarf in your hurry to meet up with everyone—everyone resulting in being just Denki. 

Denki, who you were pretty sure was darting glances at you as you walked in silence. It was rare for him to be so quiet, so out of character that you couldn’t help but worry if something was wrong with him. 

“Are you good?” You hummed, shooting him a questioning look. At the same moment, you wrapped your arm around his, blaming the shiver that ran down your spine for why you needed to be so close to him and the flush in your cheeks on the chilled air. 

“Yeah, I am.” He smiled at you, and you fought the roll of your eyes in a defensive move. Instead, you dug your chin into the muscle of his shoulder to wordlessly reprimand him for the horrid offense of making you blush by simply smiling. He tilted his head to look at you better, but you watched as his attention snagged on something in the distance. “Woah, I see it!”

Sure enough, you glanced away from him and saw the Christmas lights in the distance. Red, green, white—warm and cool tones—drops of light in organized patterns or wrapped around trees. Twinkling, flashing, stagnant. 

Your eyes went wide the closer you got to the main part of the festival. Venders were stationed around the decorations, selling everything from t-shirts to sugar cookies to themed souvenir gifts. There was so much to take in, you involuntarily felt yourself clinging closer to the boy beside you. 

“Denks, it’s so pretty,” You breathed, and though you had been bummed before when you found out the rest of your friends hadn’t been able to make it, you realized you wouldn’t have wanted to miss the sights. 

And spending time alone with Denki was always a plus, even if it made you blush.

“Let’s look through the stalls. If you see any food that looks good I’ll pay for it.” Denki pulled you forward, and you shot him a curious look. 

“Since when do you offer to pay?” You teased, tugging him by his arm so that he slowed down and stayed pace with you. “Last time we all hung out, you begged Sero to pay for you.”

“I just forgot my wallet!” He defended, and the whine that left him had you tilting your head back with a laugh. 

“Whatever you say,” 

The rest of the festival passed with the two of you laughing and teasing. It felt like a normal hang out, even with most of the group missing, and you found yourself distantly thinking of more plans that you could make with just Denki. 

But after a while of looking at all the lights, he finally made good on getting you something to eat. There was a stand that sold handmade sugar cookies in various holiday shapes, and Denki dropped you off at a bench underneath a tree wrapped in colored lights so intricately, it looked as if the very leaves were made of light. 

While you waited for Denki to come back, you pulled out your phone and scrolled through social media. At first, nothing new popped up. After a while of scrolling, you decided to post a picture you made Denki take with you in front of a massive Santa Claus made entirely of lights, which then led to you clicking on Mina’s latest post. 

Her, Kirishima, and the so-called sick Sero all hanging out at the dorms, playing a card game. You were pretty certain you even saw a glimpse of Bakugou and Jirou in the back, and the sight left a bitter taste on your tongue. 

Did everyone make up excuses to bail on you?

“I’m back!” Denki called out in his usual energetic way, but you stood to meet him with a frown as you shoved your phone in his face to show him the post. 

“Look at this. How come Mina and Kirishima are hanging out right now if they both had family emergencies that kept them from joining us?” You pouted, absolutely feeling hurt that all your closest friends seemingly made up reasons to not spend time with you. You had been skeptical about Jirou not getting permission to leave campus, but you had planned to text Sero and ask if he needed any medicine while you were out, and Mina and Kirishima had apparently straight up lied. 

“Uh…” The color had drained from Denki’s face as he realized what was on the screen in front of him, as if he was at fault for everyone bailing on you. Still too annoyed, you missed his reaction and instead clicked your phone off, shoving it deep into your coat pocket. 

“Were they just pretending to be busy to ignore us?” You frowned, blowing out a puff of air in irritation. Your night had been going so well, you couldn’t help but be so disappointed in your friends’ actions. “That's so rude of them.”

“No! I doubt that.” Denki was nearly stumbling over his eyes, his face flush. With the hand that wasn’t holding the cookies he’d braved a long line for, he scratched the back of his neck and darted his attention all around the festival. “You know Kiri, he’d never!”

He was looking everywhere but at you, and that was entirely too suspicious for the man that hadn’t taken his eyes off you since you met up.

“Denki, you’re acting really weird.”

“Am I?” His voice came out in a squeak, and suddenly your annoyance turned into suspicion as you narrowed your eyes at him. For a pro hero in training, he was awful at covering his tells. 

“Yeah.” You accused. It was nothing but obvious he was hiding something. You hoped the disappointment you felt at him keeping secrets from you, too, was evident on your face. Your night was one wrong comment away from being ruined. 

“Okay! I admit it!” Denki cracked far faster than you thought it would, and he tipped his head back so he could look at the sky instead of you as he confessed what he knew. “I told them we had to bail on the plans for tonight so they wouldn’t come!”

“What? Why?” You could say with honesty that that hadn’t been what you thought he would say. 

“Because I might have wanted to hang out with you alone but I was too scared to tell you that so, surprise!” He was rushing through his words, so fast you barely could keep up. 

“Slow down.” You ordered, voice softer than it had been only previously. With your shoulders losing some of their tension, you took a tentative step towards him so that you were nearly toe to toe. “You wanted to hang out with me, alone?”

“Yeah,” He nodded, wincing. 

“And you didn’t want to tell me that?”

“Uh huh,” Another nod, and it was hard to keep your expression neutral. 

“So you lied to me and all of our friends to trick me into hanging out with you?”

“When you put it like that…” He trailed off, scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. 

“You’re lucky you’re cute.” You huffed, crossing your arms. You were really struggling with hiding your grin, but you couldn’t pass up the opportunity to mess with him after he had apparently conned the entire friend group so he could spend time with you. 

“Huh?” He looked as if he had gone over his wattage, confused by what you had said and not quite sure you had meant it. Rolling your eyes, you stepped even closer so that your crossed arms were pressed against the toned muscle of his chest. 

“I’m not repeating myself until you actually ask me on a date.” You challenged, finally letting the traces of your amusement show through the cracks of your annoyed facade. He was just so adorable you couldn’t hold onto any of your anger. “You can’t just trick me into one.” 

“You wanna make this a date?” Denki asked, voice dripping in disbelief. 

“Close enough,” You muttered to yourself, setting one hand on the back of his neck and tugging him down so that his lips pressed against yours in a long awaited kiss. You could taste the hot chocolate he had drank on your walk to the festival, could feel him relax into the kiss when he processed what was happening. 

His hands found a place on your waist, giving an experimental tug to pull you closer. Remembering you were in public and not wanting to be a PDA couple—not that you figured Denki would mind much—you savored the kiss for a few short seconds before pulling back to smirk up at him. 

“Man, I should have just done that from the start,” Clearly, he had thought he had blown it from the moment you found out about his ruse. He was a little breathless, and somehow knowing he was just as affected as you made you giddy. 

“You think?” You grinned, teasing, enjoying the way your lips stung from both the cold and the absence of him. Needing to feel him close again, you set your chilled hands on his rosy cheeks, squishing them together only slightly. “Next time, you should really just ask me.”

“Next time, huh?” He smirked, the effect lost by your touch on his face and sounding entirely too smug for someone who had accidentally stumbled into a first date. “My plan worked then?”

“Don’t get ahead of yourself,” Rolling your eyes, you darted forward to give him another short kiss. “I’m pretty sure anyone else would have left you here the minute they found out you tried tricking them into a date.”

“I was going to ask!” He pouted, turning to the side in an oh so incredibly guilty way. The movement jostled your hands, so you dropped them to his shoulders, needing to feel him beneath your palms and confirm that it was all very real. “Eventually.”

“I’m planning the next date,” You settled, and the megawatt smile that flashed on Denki’s face drove away any chill encroaching on your soul. You forced yourself to step back slightly, but made up for the distance between the two of you by threading your fingers in his and tugging your conjoined hands into the pocket of your jacket. “Now c’mon, I want to see the rest of the lights.”

“Whatever you want,” Denki grinned, easily placated. Though, you were certain that you could get him to agree to whatever you wanted at the move, just only with the promise of a second date. Smirking up at him, you gave a wicked look he should know only meant trouble.

“I’m so telling everyone what you did as soon as we get back to the dorms.” 

“Aw, come on! They’ll never let me forget it!” 

You only laughed, but you couldn’t help but think that you would never forget it, either. 

Not with how pretty he looked under all the Christmas lights.