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[madamechrissy]

Lead It Southbound

Pairings - Pornstar! Satoru x F! reader x OF Star! Nanami

Warnings - ridiculously filthy mmkay, cum swallowing (m and f) oral (m and f recieiving) anal, double penetration, a TON of jealousy, possessive as fuck Satoru, yearning and pining Nanami, they're competitive you're their little toy, filming porn, double creampies, porn without plot, they're both so obsessed with you

This is so filthy, an alt universe with reader from Baby You're a Star, with secret Onlyfans star Nanami and Pornstar Satoru. It's not part of the story! But more a WHAT IF situation, where Nanami and Satoru shared you on camera WC- 4.5k

Nanami Kento is gripping your hips, dragging your slick cunt against his face, while Satoru Gojo is kissing your lips, gripping your chin with his slender fingers so tightly, while your cries fill the room and echo, mixing with the squelching of your cunt.

You can't even fathom how you got here

When Nanami’s long tongue flicks up to your clit, you gasp out, whining into Satoru's mouth, tasting the sweetness of his lips, only for him to pull back and pout them then, dilated blue eyes glaring under snowy lashes.

"You better not like that more than my mouth," he huffs, scowling even deeper as Nanami's tongue flicks right on your clit, and he's gripping your chin tighter, all while you're struggling not to scream, already knowing how mad he is. "You don't, do you?"

"Mnh! N-Nanami!" is your weak response, as you can't hear him, body convulsing with Nanami groaning against you, vibrating right on your clit. He's pressing his cock against the mattress, leaking pre while tasting you on his tongue, coating his tastebuds as you grip his sandy blond locks. Nanami's been dreaming of tasting you, so he doesn't miss a single drop from your soppy hole. "Ah!" You cry out again, pretty breasts heaving up and down with your breaths while his tongue dances against your sensitive cunt.

"My turn," Satoru says, glaring down at you again. But Nanami chuckles softly, unmoving, simply slipping a thick digit in your cunt while his sandy blond hair falls over his brow, sweating from the exertion of lapping at you. He raises a thin brow, eyeing Satoru with a devious smirk. Nanami seemed like a gentleman, but he certainly ate pussy like a fiend. "I'll eat her pussy way better than you."

"Huh," Nanami drags his fingers down your waist and hips, pressing kisses up your body. "Doubt that."

Nanami can't help but suck your tiny clit into his mouth again instead of listening, moaning as your cunt gushes down his mouth and even his chin, dripping down his neck as you tug at his hair, and Satoru kisses your lips. "Focus on me," he whispers, and you look up at him, fading in and out, forgetting this is streaming right now. "Off her."

Nanami relents, scowling at Satoru now, yanking you by your chin with his rougher fingers, while Satoru shoves your thighs up, lips glossy as he licks them, salivating at the sight of your pretty pussy spread wide. Kento is kissing you with your sweet arousal all over his tongue, hands drifting to your breasts and twisting a nipple. Satoru slips two long fingers in your cunt then, stretching you out, you feel every ridge of his fingers in your gummy walls when he curls them up and hits just your spot, making you scream out, which earns Nanami's scowl at him.

"My fingers are longer, sorry. Oh, look she loves them." Satoru says with a wicked smirk, curling them again, your cunt drools down his fingers as the pressure hits your tummy, when Nanami wraps a hand around your throat, thumb over your pulse point.

"Mine are thicker, aren't they darling?" Your answer is just a weak whimper, cunt pulsing around Satoru's fingers then, while the two of them scowl at each other but endlessly kiss and bite and suck on your delicate skin.

"She likes mine better, don't you sweets?" Satoru murmurs, while you blink his pretty face into focus, when Satoru laps his long tongue over your slit and hits your twitchy little clit finally, eliciting a loud whine from you that makes Nanami furious.

Satoru and Nanami do not want to share you, even for the camera, even to make bank off it, no they're so greedy, and they both want your pretty pussy to themselves. But for just a moment they work together, Nanami pinching your nipples and gently choking you with a firm grim. Satoru is holding up your hood, long pink tongue slipping into your aching hole. All you can do is grasp at them both, blond hair and silvery locks in your hands, whining out and arching your back as you lose oxygen, making your ears ring.

"That's it darling, make as much noise as you want," Nanami murmurs, while Satoru's stupidly long fingers curl inside you, hitting that spot that makes you blind while the insane stream, full of both of their fans, captures it all, captures you cumming and drenching Satoru's pretty face in it.

All their worship, Satoru's desperate and hungry kisses, Nanami's bites and huffs overwhelm you as he releases your throat now, they move you like you're nothing, their little toy to play with, a toy neither wants to share. Satoru is constantly making sure your eyes are on him, constantly biting you to get your attention when it travels to Nanami's hazel gaze.

"I'm fucking her first," Satoru murmurs huskily, while you're on your hands and knees, fingers gripping the soft silk sheets as Satoru grabs your hips, Nanami chuckles then.

"Gonna stretch her out a bit for me?"

"My cock is way bigger, tell him baby," Satoru bends over you, pulling your hair gently, while the ring lights glow against the three of you, casting shadows of you all along the wall, you're about to have a cock in your mouth and your cunt, something you never thought you'd do. But it's heady, addictive, the shit they're talking only making you more eager to please. "How good do I feel?"

"S'good, Satoru..." You whine out, when his tip leaking as he presses into your cunt, smacking your ass and gripping your hips bruising. You know Satoru's cock, you know how full he stuffs you, how good it feels. The camera knows him fucking you, but Nanami's cock makes you swallow nervously as it's revealed, thick and so heavy it just hangs there. "Oh!"

"Don't get so excited, brat." Satoru smacks your ass again, grinning as he watches his handprints, before shoving his cock deep in one stroke, making you scream out, back arching, while Nanami gently strokes your cheek, chuckling deeply.

"Do you want it in your mouth, love?" you nod eagerly, tongue out and mouth wide, earning the precum to leak out of his reddened tip, while Satoru hisses, feeling you clench for him. "Say please, like a good girl-"

"Oh hell no, she won't say please, psh," he pulls your hair, making your face pull back from the thick, veiny cock, while Satoru's long cock strokes deep and hard, bruising your cervix. "She only says that to me, isn't that right?"

"She can be a good girl for me, she wants to be." Nanami cups your face with two hands, tip brushing precum like a gloss, while you're stuffed so full, looking up at him under your lashes. His heart races at how pretty you are, the only thing that would make this better is if Satoru wasn't here.

He gets it, you're his - for now.

Your tongue slips up his tip while Satoru grips both of your wrists behind you, pinning them and arching your back more for a brutal thrust. "Stop talking shit and caressing her Nanami," he whispers, before whining out as he feels your cunt gripping him like a vise. "It's a shoot, don't get too clingy."

Nanami ignores Satoru completely, opening your mouth with his thumb, pressing it down on your tongue, you suck on his thumb, making Nanami even more sensitive, fuck he's thought of this for so long, even the idiot behind you wasn't ruining it. "Go ahead, darling, tell me what you want."

"Let me suck you, please - ow!" You glare back at Satoru as he smacks your ass hard, slap stinging, and he just grins, before Nanami grips you by your throat, sliding his cock inside your hot mouth, groaning when he feels it enwrapping him. "Mmm..."

"That's it, sweet girl, you're so perfect," Nanami murmurs, feeling the bulge in your throat as you suck him down, while Satoru slams hard into your cunt, tugging at your waist tightly, as if to make sure you don't forget you're his, and that this is for a shoot, but Nanami's just staring at you, murmuring a mix of sweetness and filth that has you breathless, along with Satoru's perfect strokes, knowing just how to roll his hips to make you fall apart.

"Cum for me, sweetheart, huh? Be a good girl," Satoru murmurs, reaching up to spread your cheeks, spitting a sticky, bubbly trail from his mouth to your ass, slipping just his thumb in as Nanami shoves his cock deep, gagging you, while you cum so hard you can't thing, drooling out of your mouth and your cunt while the two men begin to lose themselves, moaning as they fuck your holes.

You didn't add getting spitroasted by two of the most popular Onlyfans stars there were to your bucketlist, you also didn't plan on being Nanami Kento's first debut of his actual face either. But here you are, glasses fogged up, wearing nothing but a pretty glittery body chain, that Satoru uses to tug tighter along your body, while you're twitching, a mess between their huge cocks, their hungry gazes and greedy grips.

The stream is going wild, but none of you seem to remember, the competition ever going as Satoru laughs, beads of sweat dripping down his face onto your spine. "I make her cum so good, don't think you could hit that spot, Nanami."

"Oh, you're right, I'll stretch her out more, it's good you warmed her up for me." His mean little smile is met with him pulling his cock out of your mouth with a suctioned pop, while Satoru scoffs, fucking into you harder. The smacks are echoing in the room as he tugs, bringing you to your knees now, while Nanami kisses his own precum off you, messy and sloppy, his hands possessive on your waist. "You want me to stretch your perfect little cunt, don't you darling?"

"She wants more of my cock, don't you sweets?" Satoru turns your face, tongue devouring your mouth, you gasp when Nanami lifts you up and plants you the opposite direction, now facing Satoru, who's kissing you desperate, whining out when you stroke his cock, slick with your arousal and his precum, he's lost in how gorgeous you look like this, covered in marks, tears in your eyes as he gently takes off your glasses for you. "You good baby?"

"Y-yes, just intense," your whisper doesn't go unnoticed by Nanami, who brushes your hair back, slipping a hand down your spine soothingly, as he presses little kisses on your shoulder blades, and Satoru is standing, his pretty, perfect cock bouncing just slightly, while you lap yourself off him. "Mmm, Toru..."

"You sure you're ready for this, baby?" Satoru murmurs softly, snowy lashes lowered, despite them being filthy, and competitive, they're both attentive to you right now.

"I can eat you out again if you're not ready, I could do it all night, love." Nanami's words make you melt, biting your lip as you look back at him, when Satoru turns your face back to face his glossy cock.

"You won't get to all night, Nanami."

"You're so threatened, you good, Gojo?" Nanami and Satoru scowl over you, and you can't help but giggle, shaking your head at them.

"I'm ready for it," your soft answer draws both their attention, and soon Kento's thick cock presses into you, thank god you were prepared from Satoru - who's longer, and just a little thinner, but how Nanami feels burns in the best way, your moan is drowned out by Satoru's cock, as he shoves in deep right with him. Your thighs shake as he inches in slow, letting you adjust, while he groans out behind you, huge hands gripping your hips.

"F-fuck, you're so tight," Nanami can't stop his groan, while Satoru cries out as your tongue hits the base of his cock, fucking your tight throat while Nanami slips in and out of your cunt, slapping his heavy cock on your ass and moaning as he watches the precum decorate your skin, before easing back in, exhaling. "Feel so good, fuck..."

"Doesn't she?" Satoru smiles, lovingly gripping that chain, pressing it up around your throat, the metal digging in while he thrusts his narrow hips, and Nanami bottoms out, making you tremble as you try to take him, his tip pressing into a sore cervix. Your hands cling to Satoru's thighs, looking up at his pretty blue eyes while he wrecks your esophogus, caressing you with his free hand. Nanami thrusts sharply then, balls slapping against you, making your eyes roll back. "Fuck, look at you," he murmurs, watching as you fall apart.

The comments and tips are insane, fans watching Nanami Kento fuck for the first time and with the Satoru Gojo and his favorite co-star, what they don't know is how long and how badly Nanami's wanted you. Craved you, and fuck you're better than he could have pictured, wetter, the snuggest fucking fit for his girth, and when he reaches around to find your clit, bending over you, rough pads of his fingers moving in circles, your tummy clenches. You feel it, an orgasm about to hit hard, while the two men fuck into you, Satoru gripping your face in place while your tongue slips across the ridge of his cock before slipping into your throat.

The stream is a mix of women dying to be you right now, and men dying to be inside of you, a heady mix while Nanami makes you cum all over his cock, squirting down the bed, earning his surprised, pleased groan. Satoru's eyes flutter shut as you do, feeling your throat close on his cock as you're choking on him, muffling all your moans while you soak the sheets with all your cum.

"Look, you're cumming so much, for me aren't you?" Satoru glares again over your body, bent over on all fours for them.

"It's because she loves feeling me down her throat, isn't that right baby?"

You're expected to talk!?

There's no talking as you're dripping down Nanami's cock and fingers, slobbering all over Satoru's length, entire body shaking while your nails press into the pale skin on Satoru's strong thighs, feeling the force of Nanami's thrust.

"God, you're making such a mess, love," Nanami's words are followed by him sucking your juices off his thick digits, easing back and slipping out, you feel so empty for just a moment, until Satoru's flipped it all around, he's letting you kiss and ride Nanami's cock, his hands slipping up your waist, while Satoru is sinking two fingers in your other hole again, stretching you out, while you're riding him, moreso he is holding you up, shoving his cock up inside, skin slapping while Satoru wraps an arm around your waist, lips against your ear, tickling your skin.

"Mine," Satoru murmurs in your ear, sinking those fingers so deep while Nanami slams you down his length, fucking mean up into you while you're gasping for a breath, feeling so full. "All mine, hmm?"

His words are quiet, you're nodding weakly, on another video you two had shared your girl friend, Jenna, and Satoru and her had competed on just who could eat your pussy better - but this competition was beyond what you were comprehending. When Satoru has his fingers curling in your puckered little hole, and it feels so good, rubbing against where Nanami's veiny cock was pressing, feeling their eyes and hands all over your body, now covered in a sheen of sweat.

"Riding cock so perfect, fucking look at you, baby." Satoru urges you on, you're crying out weakly, head falling back against his collar bone, while he sinks his teeth into your neck. Nanami wants your attention, however, thrusting up deep enough to knock your head forward, and your dilated eyes look at him, intoxicated and perfect.

"You're doing so good for me," Nanami whispers, finding your clit as Satoru grips your breasts that bounce gently as you ride Nanami, the sensations of being touched everywhere making you listless and weak, you weren't putting in any movements for the camera, no the two men moved you, up and down, gliding on Nanami's cock, as Satoru presses on your other hole, splitting you apart so good you're trembling trying to take them both.

"God, your ass is so tight, fuck baby," Satoru's whining as he stretches out your tight ass inch by inch, being so careful with you, while you lay forward on Nanami, kissing him again, feeling the pressure of both of them in both your holes, so intense you can barely make any of those sexy moans, just gasping. "You good, sweets?"

"Are you all right, love?" Nanami and Satoru ask at the same time, scowling at each other even now, as you breathlessly whine out, nodding.

"S'good, it's... you're both so big I..."

The stream is losing it collectively at the Double Penetration scene in front of them, getting a view of Satoru stretching your ass inch by inch, while Nanami thrusts up into your cunt, moaning and tugging you back down, kissing you again. You whine out into his lips, just to have your hair pulled, Satoru fucking his long, thick cock further in your ass, so much pressure as their cocks rub between your thin layer separating them, stretching and filling you to the brim. "Ah!"

"Look at me," Satoru kisses you again, cupping your face, sliding out of your ass that's so lubed up with his spit, shoving in deeper until you scream, and he has a devious white grin. "Good girl, got your attention, huh?"

You nod weakly, when Nanami shoves his cock fully in, until you're close to cumming again, while he works your clit in methodical circles, earning your weak, lidded gaze, Nanami can't stop looking at your fucked out face, feeling your cunt soaking and milking him. Only, Satoru needs to look at your face too, to watch your mouth part in that slutty O, when he spits right inside your mouth, murmuring - 'swallow, pretty'

Nanami keeps dragging you down on him, while Satoru yanks you up, both fucking in tandem, Satoru's hands on your waist, Nanami's on your ass, spreading you even wider for Satoru's cock. They're whispering, murmuring, fucking wet and loud, smacks and squelching echoing for the camera, their moans husky - mixed with Satoru's whimpers he can't control.

"God, baby, wanna fill you up here, c-can I?" Gone is notorious Pornstar Satoru, replaced is whiny, needy Satoru, the boyish pout as he begs to cum in you there, you heat up to the touch, flustered and blushing, your hair falling across your face, which he brushes back. You try to find the energy to answer, to speak, while the pleasure is overwhelming and blinding.

"Y-yes, if you want to, Toru," your whisper ends him, he moans, biting your shoulder, tearing the skin and leaving his mark, while Nanami slips a hand up between your breasts, going to choke you only for Satoru's hand to slip around your throat, under your chin, until both of their hands wrap your throat, sucking the last bit of oxygen from your lungs, making you feel fucking high as they both bottom out at once and you're about to fall off the edge.

You weakly cling to Satoru's arms with one hand, the other on Nanami's thick, muscled chest, feeling the strength as the two huge, strong men fuck you and choke you, the chains falling against your skin, scraping softly, leaving marks as you're pressed between them.

"Wanna fill your perfect pussy so full." Nanami's words barely register, but Satoru scowls at him.

"Nuh uh." Nanami scowls back, while they loosen their grip, giving you just a breath before their cocks move out and back in, different timing, in and out, in and out, so fucking good you're shuddering, blinded by pleasure, you can't remember your own fucking name until they're both whispering it.

"Lemme cum inside her, fuck... double creampie - you know f-for the cameras..." now Nanami's voice is desperate, you swear you hear him whimper. Satoru scoffs, slamming his length hard inside you, making you jolt, while he's pulsing, so close he can't take it.

"Baby, only if you push all his cum out after," you nod weakly at Satoru's whisper, and he pulls out his entire length, only to shove it all back in, so deep you feel him everywhere, while Nanami eyes the bulge of his cock in your stomach, feeling so feral and possessive.

"Want my cum inside you, love? Look, already fucking filling you up," his husky depraved whisper is nothing like you thought he would be, gentlemanly sweet Nanami at work - and here he is now, palm flat on the bulge his cock is making, pressing against your soft tummy as he throbs in your gummy walls, fluttering around him. "Then say please-"

"She sure won't, she'll only beg for me, tell him pookie," Satoru whispers, how the man is cute with nine fucking inches stuck up your little hole, you can't compute. You just whine, whispering his name, earning his satisfied smirk. But, Nanami isn't quite done yet, picking your hips up and slamming his cock deep, groaning as he grips you, making you clench Satoru's cock harder, until he feels himself ready to bust. "F-fuck, baby..."

"God, you feel so - f-fuck..." Nanami's leaned up and sitting now, kissing up one side of your neck, gripping one breast, while Satoru bites the other side of your neck, groaning as he grips your other breasts. They're squeezing you, pulsing inside you so deep, while you weakly rock your hips, orgasm ripping through your entire body, you're trembling and shaking as it hits, blinded and floating when the two men can't take how good your orgasm feels, both busting at the same fucking time.

They're groaning and gripping you so tightly you can barely breathe, you feel Nanami's thick, girthy cock pouring inside your sore, slutty little cunt, while Satoru's painting your other hole full, hot spurts filling you so intimately, while he possessively bites your neck again, while white ropes pump you full, you're leaking it right down Nanami and Satoru's cock as the pull out, and you almost collapse if not for the two of them catching you.

"Darling, are you okay?" Nanami murmurs, brushing your cheek back carefully, like he hadn't meanly been pumping his length inside you, you nod weakly, while Satoru eases out of you with a hiss, turning your body toward him.

"Baby, you feel good?" You nod again, swallowing with a dry throat while he exhales, pressing a heated kiss on your lips. "You good doing this shot? We don't have to."

"I'm good, j-just... how do I push it out?" You whisper, they both chuckle a bit, earning your own glare. "Don't you two Pros make fun of me for not knowing!"

"No, you're just cute. C'mere." Satoru bends you over the bed, Nanami gently presses a little kiss on your head, murmuring in your ear now.

"Just press a bit, here," he whispers, pressing on your lower tummy with his big hand. You moan softly, nodding, Satoru's on his knees, sinking into the plush carpet as he gets the perfect angle, hands gripping your ass and lifting it, showcasing the white creamy cum oozing from both your beat up holes.

"Fucking look at all of it, you took so much baby." Satoru murmurs, toying with his own cum that's dripping from your hole, while Nanami keeps sneaking kisses while Satoru is focused, your little giggle makes him realize, ending the stream and standing. "Excuse me, no more. Ah- ah." He smacks at Nanami's hand, reaching for your pussy again.

"How'd we do, Toru?" You ask softly, while Nanami eases you up, brushing your hair back and just staring at you with those hazel, lidded eyes, lips parted while Satoru peers at the numbers, whistling softly.

"Holy fuck. Look." You peer and your eyes go wide, it's more than even Satoru and you make, but Nanami doesn't bother looking at it, he's too enraptured with his cum leaking from your pretty pussy, fingering the sticky substance slowly. You squeak a bit at it, Satoru sets the phone down, shoving at the big hulk of a man lapping his own cum off his finger. "Stream is over, Nanami."

"Shouldn't we help clean her up, Gojo?" Nanami flicks his tongue on your overstimulated clit, tasting the mix of you and moaning.

Satoru sighs then. "Bend over, sweetheart."

Satoru's words surprise you, soon you're being eaten out by both of them, lapping their own cum out of your holes off camera, messy and fucking filthy, cum dripping out of their mouths as they moan, while you're pushing more of their cum, rocking back and forth on their mouths, gripping each of their napes of their neck and fucking their faces.

"What about something... off set?" Nanami whispers, teeth nipping your clit, Satoru moans, cock ready to go again, feeling your body tremble between the two of them. "If you want, darling."

"Your choice, baby." Your hips jerk as Satoru touches you, your thighs trembling.

"Yes, please," You kiss the cum off Nanami's lips, before kissing Satoru, cum swapping between the three of your mouths, before their fingers are both inside your sore little cunt at once, the money wracks up as the threesome goes wild, but the two men clearly aren't done fighting for who can make you cum harder, and you can't complain as you're dazed, fucked out and drooling on both of them.

Satoru is sure he's won, but Nanami thinks he just might have a chance with you, when you're squirting all over him again, he could swear he made you cum more than Satoru, but he'll keep it to himself.

For now.

Hope you enjoyed the fucking filth ahahah <3

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[luvcaleb]

ANYTHING FOR YOU.

bf!caleb headcanons with canon-typical caleb possessiveness levels.

bf!caleb who wears hair ties on his wrist and does your hair for you when you complain about feeling hot. he even adds a neat little braid because somehow, he's even better at it than you are.

bf!caleb who lets you steal all the clothes you want. he knows he's huge, and the way his oversized shirt drapes on you drives him a little crazier than he'd like to admit. if you say anything that remotely suggests you feel a bit cold, he's already shrugging out of his jacket.

bf!caleb who gives you a piggyback ride when your feet are sore from wearing heels. he doesn't let you get off until you've arrived at a clothing store and he picks out a new pair of comfortable shoes, kneeling down to slip them on your feet.

bf!caleb who holds his hand out whenever you go shopping for cosmetics so you can test the makeup on his skin. he gives comments on which color fits you better and slides out his card before you could pull out your wallet to pay.

bf!caleb who gives you a packed lunch whenever he has the time to cook. some pieces are cut into hearts, and every meal comes with a post-it note with a different message. “i cooked your favorite, pipsqueak. hope you won't be too full for dessert later ;)”

bf!caleb who wakes you up with kisses, gently cooing that breakfast is ready on the table. he picks you up when you whine about being too sleepy, carrying you all the way to the dining room.

bf!caleb who knows all of your favorite snacks and keeps stock of them at his apartment so you can eat whatever you want during movie nights.

bf!caleb who sends you pictures when he works out at the gym because he knows you have a thing about him flexing his arms.

bf!caleb who knows all your good angles and a good portion of the photos you post on social media are taken by him. “hm? i don't do anything special. i take good photos because you always look this pretty in my eyes, princess.”

bf!caleb who kisses every inch of your skin that another man touched. may it be a friendly pat on your shoulder or a tap on your waist, he erases all traces of them with his lips, watching the red marks bloom with deep satisfaction.

bf!caleb who's always touch-starved, no matter how much cuddling you do every night. he demands you to pat his head and shower his face with kisses, and even if you do as he requests, he says it'll never be enough and he needs a lifetime supply of affection.

bf!caleb who finds every opportunity to mention his cute girlfriend to his close peers to the point they're tired of his bragging. at the fleet, the colonel is normally freezing cold, but his eyes soften ever so slightly when he sees your picture set as his lockscreen. you're always his reason to go home early, too. “my partner is waiting at home. i'll be leaving now.”

bf!caleb who spoils you rotten so that you can't live without him anymore. he can't live without you, so it's only fair if the same goes for you, right?

bf!caleb who smiles when you say you're going out with a friend. he tells you to call him when you're done so he can pick you up, and he's always right on time so you don't have to wait. good thing he was nearby, huh?

bf!caleb who bought rings way too early into the relationship and is simply waiting for the perfect time to pop the question and make you truly his.

[ariadne-mouse]

I feel fandom would get along a lot better if there was mutual understanding that liking a character, agreeing with a character, and thinking the character is well constructed/executed are all separate (if often overlapping) positions, each with their separate tastes and subjectivities. Also: character portrayals are intended to make the audience feel things; this is separate from (if often overlapping with) analyzing/appreciating their actions and role in the story.

[kbunzzi2oa]

Touch of madness

Synopsis☞ Working as a doctor for an asylum was interesting, you had different patients, but one catches your eyes..Yang jungwon a very special patient..

Contains☞ Slow burn, kissing, make out, healing, angst, fluff, unprotected sex, swearing, mentions of killing (a little bit).

W.C☞ 12k..?

Nef notes☞ New jungwon fic based on the CONCEPT PHOTOS, HOLY SHIT, THEY WHERE SO GEWDDD TOO GEEWED! anyways here's some serial killer jungwon, when I saw him hold the chainsaw I had to!..love y'all, reblogs, likes and comments are good for me! feel free to comment!Hope you guys enjoy it (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

The heavy steel door groaned as it closed behind you, a familiar finality echoing off the cold tile walls. The fluorescent lights above buzzed, flickering slightly, casting sterile white over the hallway. The South Wing of the Seoul Psychiatric Detention Center wasn’t a place many dared to linger. Especially not near Room 313.

You weren’t supposed to be here past shift change. But rules had blurred long ago, the first time you made eye contact with Jungwon through that reinforced glass.

He had been transferred under high-security conditions, a 19-year-old with a rap sheet that read like a horror script—four confirmed murders, two suspected, and a trail of evidence so compelling the prosecution hadn’t even bothered with a plea deal. But he was too young for full incarceration. The court ordered psychiatric evaluation instead. Which meant, for now, he belonged in your world.

The first time you'd seen him, he was barefoot, cuffs around his ankles and wrists, still smiling like he'd just walked out of a nightclub. A smile that felt... wrong in all the right ways. Not deranged. Not hollow. But calculated. Charming. Disarming.

You remember looking into his eyes and realizing something terrifying: He knew what you were thinking before you did.

“You’re back early,” his voice drawled through the bars as you stepped into his observation cell.

“I’m late, actually,” you corrected, clutching the clipboard tighter than necessary.

“Late,” he repeated, then slowly sat up from the cot, the faintest sound of chains shifting. “To see me. You know how that makes me feel?”

Your throat dried slightly. You were trained for this. You had degrees, certifications, and months of supervised fieldwork. And still, Jungwon made you feel like the one under observation.

“I’m not here for you,” you said, eyes flicking to the notes in your folder. “Routine wellness check.”

He tilted his head, a slow smirk pulling at his lips.

“You say that every time, Y/N.”

He said your name like a secret he enjoyed unwrapping. Like he had every intention of breaking the rules just to whisper it again.

You didn’t flinch. You’d learned by now that flinching was like blood in the water. But you didn’t have to say anything either, because he leaned forward, elbows on knees, voice dropping.

“Why don’t you tell me the truth, angel?” he purred. “You like watching me. I can feel it when your eyes linger.”

“I watch all the patients.”

“But I’m your favorite.”

You opened your mouth—to deny, to scold, you weren’t sure—but his gaze locked onto yours, and your breath caught.

“I see the way you hesitate outside the glass,” he said softly. “Like you’re trying to convince yourself not to come in.”

He wasn’t wrong. And that’s what made you furious.

Jungwon didn’t just enjoy mind games. He thrived on them. He read body language like poetry. He saw lies like they were highlighted in red.

And lately… he’d turned his attention entirely on you.

You told yourself it was part of the job—understanding him, empathizing just enough to build rapport. You told yourself you weren’t addicted to the electric pull between you, the way his words made your skin feel too tight. You told yourself he didn’t matter.

But that didn’t explain why you started staying past hours.

Didn’t explain why you read his files late into the night, fingers tracing over crime scene photos not in horror—but fascination.

Didn’t explain why, when he smiled, you sometimes smiled back.

“You’re not like them,” he said one night, voice low and silken as rain tapped the windows behind him.

“Like who?”

“The ones who try to fix me. You’re just trying to understand.”

“That’s my job.”

“No, Y/N,” he said, dragging out every syllable. “Your job is to document. But you? You want to know.”

Your silence gave you away.

“And the more you know,” he added, “the more you’ll crave.”

You swallowed. “And what is it I’m supposed to be craving, Jungwon?”

He stood, the chains dragging faintly. There was only a short distance between you now, four thick bars and a lifetime of poor decisions.

“Me,” he whispered.

You tried to pull away. You tried reassignment, switching shifts, working longer with less sleep. It didn’t matter. Jungwon’s voice echoed even in your dreams.

And he noticed.

“You’re not sleeping,” he said one day as you delivered meds to his cell. “Eyes puffy. Little tremble in your hand.”

“I’m fine.”

“You miss me.”

You laughed bitterly. “You’re psychotic.”

He leaned closer. “You keep saying that like it’s a turn-off.”

You hated him. You hated how he saw through everything. And you hated yourself for letting him.

But somewhere between your duty and his obsession, you started wanting the monster.

It came to a head during a lockdown.

A riot broke out in the North Wing. The facility went red-zone, sirens blaring. You were doing rounds, and when the security doors slammed, you were locked in with Jungwon.

The overhead buzzed: “Remain in place. Doors will reopen once clearance is verified.”

You stared at the cell. His door hadn’t locked. Malfunctioning latch. Classic.

And he was watching you. Uncuffed. Smiling. Beautiful and terrifying and real.

“You’re afraid,” he murmured, stepping out of the shadow.

“Don’t.”

“Why not?”

“Because I can scream.”

He took a step closer. “And they won’t come.”

Your back hit the wall.

He stopped in front of you, eyes unreadable now. The game dropped. Something deeper took its place.

“I could hurt you,” he said softly.

“I know.”

“I don’t want to.”

You exhaled shakily. “Then don’t.”

His fingers brushed your wrist.

“Say it,” he whispered. “Say you want this too.”

You didn’t answer.

But you didn’t pull away either.

The kiss was a chemical explosion.

Your hand tangled in the back of his shirt. His lips crashed into yours with fury and restraint, like he wanted to consume you and worship you all at once. You felt teeth, breath the heat he tasted like everything you weren’t supposed to have.

And you let him.

Because the worst part of all this wasn’t that he was a killer.

It was that he made you feel more alive than anyone ever had.

After that, there was no going back.

Late-night visits turned into touches beneath the table. A stolen moment when security cameras glitched. Fingertips brushing across your waist when no one was looking.

You kept his secrets. He kept your sanity.

But the guilt grew.

The lines blurred.

The closer you got to him, the more he opened up. About the pain. The voices. The fear of abandonment that grew claws. He wasn’t proud of what he’d done—but he didn’t regret it either.

“They deserved it,” he told you once. “They hurt people. And no one stopped them.”

“And you think that makes you better?”

He looked at you with those molten eyes.

“No,” he said. “It makes me honest.”

The night you lost control entirely, it was raining.

You’d received notice that Jungwon was being transferred. Maximum security prison. No more therapy. No more contact.

You broke protocol.

You snuck in, unlocked the gate, and stepped into his arms like it was the only place left on Earth that made sense.

“You came,” he whispered.

“I had to.”

There were no more words after that.

Only lips. Tongues. Whispers. Skin. Your body pressed to his, heat searing the cold walls. Chains rattling against the rhythm of your sin. You let him take you, and you took him in return. Like sinners. Like lovers. Like two people who knew they’d burn for this but didn’t care.

He made you cry. He made you scream. He made you feel.

And when he held you after, breathless and shaking, you realized the truth:

You didn’t love him despite the madness.

You loved him because of it.

They found you the next morning, asleep in his arms.

You were stripped of your position. The media swarmed. Your name went viral as "The Angel Who Fell for the Devil."

But he never testified against you.

In fact, he whispered only one thing during his final hearing.

“I would kill for her again.”

Six months later, a body was found near a broken fence line.

Security footage was corrupted.

An empty guard uniform was missing.

And the last thing the night watchman heard before the cameras went dead?

A voice, low and cocky, whispering through static:

“Told you she’d come back for me.”

The motel room was too quiet.

Faded floral curtains. Cheap, flickering light. One bed. A single ticking clock on the wall.

Jungwon stood by the window, shirtless, damp towel around his neck, freshly showered. You sat at the edge of the bed, hands gripping the sheets. The silence between you buzzed louder than the asylum alarms ever had.

“Still think I’m the villain?” he asked, glancing over his shoulder.

You met his eyes. That same mix of trouble and tenderness. His voice was low, cocky, but not careless.

“No,” you said. “I think you’re something worse.”

He tilted his head. “Oh?”

“Unpredictable.”

Jungwon chuckled. “That’s not always a bad thing, sweetheart.”

He walked toward you, the towel falling from his neck. He wasn’t trying to be seductive. He didn’t need to try. It was in the way he moved confident, controlled, like he could shatter or shelter you at will.

“Why’d you come with me?” he asked.

You didn’t answer right away. Because the truth was messy.

Because part of you wanted to save him. And another part, maybe darker, wanted to belong to the madness too.

“You asked me to,” you whispered.

He knelt in front of you, between your knees. “That all it took?”

You reached for him, fingertips brushing his cheek. “I couldn’t let them take you back.”

“Because you care?”

You nodded.

He leaned in, lips brushing yours, soft, almost reverent. Then he pulled back, gaze suddenly serious.

“You know I’ve killed people,” he said. “Real people. Not just stories on paper.”

“I know.”

“I’m not cured.”

“I know.”

“And I’ll never be what you want me to be.”

You stood and kissed him.

“I never asked you to be.”

The past few weeks where like a fever dream.

They were a tangle of sheets and hands and whispered confessions. Sometimes soft, sometimes desperate. Sometimes violent—not in a way that hurt, but in the way people do when they’re clinging to each other like lifelines.

And then came the nightmares.

Jungwon would wake up gasping, sweating, eyes wild. You’d wrap your arms around him, hold him until he stopped shaking.

“What do you see?” you asked once.

He whispered, “You… leaving.”

You never did.

But peace is temporary when blood’s in your past.

A photo leaked online. Grainy. A gas station security cam. You and Jungwon, buying snacks. It wasn’t a clear shot, but it was enough.

Suddenly, you weren’t ghosts anymore.

You were fugitives.

Jungwon wanted to run. You wanted to plan.

They almost caught you in Denver.

Marked car. Two agents. You had to run through the rain, barefoot, laughing through the panic. You crashed in a stolen car, engine still warm. Jungwon was bleeding from his temple. You stitched him up in the backseat, hands shaking.

“I don’t want to lose you,” he whispered, eyes glassy.

“You won’t.”

“You don’t know that.”

“I don’t need to.”

Weeks passed.

You became something else. Not quite lovers, not quite fugitives partners in the truest, most terrifying sense.

You learned his patterns.

He learned yours.

He was still dangerous. Still sharp and impulsive and morally gray.

But with you—he tried.

He held your face after kissing you too rough and whispered, “Sorry.”

He stopped running ahead without checking if you could keep up.

He looked at you like you were the last good thing in the world and maybe, for him, you were.

One night, in a cabin deep in the woods of Oregon, you sat by the fire, wrapped in a blanket. Jungwon poured wine into two mismatched mugs.

“You ever think about staying?” he asked.

“Here?”

“Anywhere. Not running. Just… us.”

You stared at the flames. “Every day.”

He sat beside you. “We could fake our deaths.”

You smiled. “You’d love that.”

“I mean it. Burn the car. Leave blood. No more names. Just you. Just me. Forever.”

You looked at him. “Forever’s a long time.”

“I’ve done longer.”

He kissed you—slow this time, hands framing your face. There was no lust behind it. Just… devotion. A promise.

And when he whispered, “I love you,” it wasn’t a trick.

It was the truest thing he’d ever said.

But you knew better than to believe in happy endings.

The fire snapped in the hearth, casting golden light across Jungwon’s bare collarbones. He was lounging beside you on the floor, wine-stained lips curved into a smirk as he watched the flames flicker, though it was clear his attention hadn’t left you for even a second.

“You keep staring,” you said, swirling the last of your wine.

He leaned closer, his voice velvet and smoke. “Because you look like sin in candlelight.”

Your breath hitched as he took the mug from your hand, setting it aside. His fingers brushed yours featherlight, teasing, possessive.

“And I’ve been starving,” he murmured.

You parted your lips, about to speak, but he was already crawling toward you...slow, deliberate. The blanket slipped off your shoulders, and the cold kissed your skin for just a moment before Jungwon's body pressed against yours, warm and familiar and infinitely dangerous.

“You sure?” he asked against your jaw, voice low, teasing, but still asking.

You nodded, barely breathing. “Always.”

That was all he needed.

His mouth crashed into yours, urgent and claiming. He kissed like he wanted to ruin you and worship you in the same breath. His hands slid under your shirt, greedy, tugging until the fabric peeled away and your bare skin met the chill of the room and the heat of his mouth.

He kissed down your neck, softly at first, then with teeth, marking. One hand gripped your waist while the other slid between your thighs, already knowing exactly how to undo you.

“You’re soaked,” he groaned, two fingers pressing lightly against your panties. “All that for me?”

“All for you,” you gasped, hips rocking forward.

He tore the fabric down your legs, lips ghosting over every inch of skin he revealed, until you were sprawled on the soft fur rug...open, panting, waiting.

And then he knelt between your legs, tongue darting out to taste you, slow and devastating. You gasped, back arching, hands clawing at the rug as he licked deeper, then flicked over your clit with maddening rhythm.

“Jungwon—please—” you moaned.

He chuckled against you, the vibration sending shivers up your spine. “God, you sound so good like this. Could record you right now and use it as my new favorite lullaby.”

His fingers replaced his mouth, two sliding in effortlessly as his tongue stayed on your clit, moving in sync. Your body bucked, firelight catching the sweat on your chest, and you came hard, crying out as the heat consumed you from inside out.

But he wasn’t done.

Not even close.

Jungwon rose, undressing slowly, like he wanted you to watch, to ache. He was lean muscle and sharp edges, all scars and quiet power, and the moment he lined himself up against your entrance, he looked you dead in the eye.

“This…” he said, pushing in, slow and deep, “is mine now.”

You gasped, hands flying to his shoulders, nails sinking in as he filled you completely.

“Yours,” you breathed. “Only yours.”

He started to move, hips rolling, each thrust rougher, deeper, hotter than the last. You wrapped your legs around his waist, meeting him thrust for thrust, moaning his name like a prayer.

The fire roared behind him, casting shadows over his face. His expression was dark, hungry, worshipful, like he couldn't decide whether to break you or beg for your soul.

“Say it again,” he growled. “Say you’re mine.”

“I’m yours,” you cried out. “I’m yours, Jungwon”

He kissed you again, silencing the scream as he drove into you harder, faster, until you were unraveling beneath him, again, trembling and moaning as your second orgasm ripped through you like wildfire.

His pace stuttered.

“Fuck,” he groaned, voice strangled. “I’m gonna...Y/N—”

“Do it,” you whispered, pulling him in. “Come inside. Fill me.”

And when he did, when he came with a ragged moan, clutching you to his chest like he was afraid you’d vanish, you felt more alive than you ever had.

Like you belonged there. In his arms. In the dark. In the madness.

After, he didn’t speak.

He just held you, bodies tangled on the rug, the firelight fading into embers.

You were sore. Marked. Loved.

And when he whispered, “I’ll kill anyone who tries to take you from me,”

you believed him.

Because you’d do the same.

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[rissouu]

doing the “she’s busy” prank on them!

pairings: gojo satoru, toji fushiguro, geto suguru, katsuki bakugo, dabi, and aizawa!

warnings: suggestive, sexual content mentioned, mentions of killing, toji is kinda crazy, use of foul language, and etc.

author note: part 1. y’all are lucky to get a part two smh. came from this request!! here you go bby :) it’s thanks to them y’all get fed again, also i chose random ass characters so..

©rissouu 2024

masterlist

[yameoto]

any more thoughts on puppy art.. please. only if u want to though haha !! (please?)

ohh u guys love your darling little lapdog huh?

LAPDOG ART DONALDSON! fem!reader

▸ a drooler. nosing his head between your legs n he's already salivating. he's so cute like that. face smushed between your thighs, panting as spit pools in his mouth, nose twitching like a cute little bunny at the scent of your arousal. taking the trim of your panties between his teeth, dragging it down inch by inch. quivering because he just wants to rip them off but the last time he did that he tore your nice lacy lingerie and u didnt touch him for a week. when he eats you out he laps at your cunt like an eager puppy. comes away absolutely glistening. dripping, even. your juices n his saliva smearing his cheeks, his nose, dribbling down his chin.

▸ bigggg on humping. obviously. when you're too busy to give him attention he'll just shuffle over onto your lap and just start rubbing up against you. he's ridden out the best orgasms that way; creaming in his already-sodden boxers as slick gets all over ur thigh. he likes to do it when you're working or when you're on a call (you always punish him best that way). oftentimes you'll wake up at night to slick sheets—finding him grindin up against you, moaning and whimpering. a sleepy, boneless mess on your knee. he'll already have gotten himself off thrice before he tries to wakes you, just to be safe (you might take it away from him, after all). ▸ teething.... grown ass man teething... gnawing on your shoulder to stop himself from crying out when you let him fuck you.. nibbling your bottom lip red n raw when you kiss.. slobbering all over your mouth. during sex if you tease him he'll start to chew anxiously at the end of ur bra strap, the hem of your shorts, your panties if you keep him waiting too long. sometimes randomly takes your hand by the wrist and takes a fake chomp out of it (affectionate).

▸ not beyond jus being your lil stress relief toy. coming back home and he's been so good for you. he won his match. he's cooked dinner. but you don't have time for any of that. "oh, baby, don't give me that look. cock out, now." and he makes a little mewling noise and immediately his shorts are a crumpled puddle on the floor—raging boner popping out, all swollen n red n leaking bc hes been waiting for you for hours. ▸ sighing, telling him to sit and so he does. legs spreading wide on the couch, blinking up at u in earnest neediness. and when you sink onto his cock he makes this insane, visceral whining noise—back arcing off the seat. ▸ cockwarmer? more like cuntwarmer. you tell him don't move and don't cum. an impossible ask. he's pawing at your back, whimpering when your only response is to lean back heavier, sinking your full weight down on his poor, poor cock. n it feels soso good but he only lasts two minutes on a good day! let alone when you're switching the tv on and settling back into him like he's part of the couch. occasionally your hips jump, walls pulsing tight, choking his sensitive dick. you're grinding down into his lap and he's twitching inside of u and hot tears are prickling his eyes—fingers digging into your thighs, trembling.

▸ time ticking on.. the coil of heat in his gut winding tighter n tighter.. art's cheeks are flushed and hes wetting the back of your shirt with his silent tears. he persists, though, because he's good. he's gonna be a good boy for you. and it works! for a time, when you seem like you've almost forgotten your pussy is strangling his cock and you're only rolling your hips occasionally, sending warm thrums of pleasure through him. lulling him into a false sense of security.

▸ until all of a sudden you decide to be mean and for whatever reason you lift your hips before slamming them back down again, and his sharp gasp and slurred mewls perfectly cue the geyser that erupts from his slit.

▸ not even letting him cum inside you.. sliding off his spurting cock thats blowing cum like a volcano. hot, sticky strings arcing in the air and splattering all over the carpet, the couch cushions. his eyes glazing over, all glassy n sparkly as he crumples back in the couch, blubbering tearful apologies as his cock leaks like a faucet, staining the poor, new pillows.

▸ adores aftercare. or just your comfort in general. please rest your hand against his cheek and let him sigh and melt and nuzzle into the palm of your hand like you're taking the weight of the world off his shoulders. tug gently on his hair. scratch his scalp. let him curl up on your lap and pat him and coo sweet nothings in his ear. simple things, like "sweet baby, did so good today." or "tired puppy. took mommy so well."

▸ "fuck— m'sorry. m'sorry, m'sorry—" "hey, shh, darling. aw, don't cry. mommy's got you. how bout you curl up on momma's lap, kay?" "..mkay."

[sttoru]

thinking of dating older bf!satoru. . .and i’m talking like you’re in your early 20’s and he’s in his early 30’s.

the way he texts at the start of your blooming relationship is super attractive somehow. like the most simplest of texts would get you weak in the knees. texts like ‘good morning, sweetheart.’ // ‘how’s my pretty girl doing?’ // ‘there’s my gorgeous girl.’ // ‘rise ‘n shine, sleepyhead.’ // ‘it’s okay, baby. i understand.’ // ‘you never fail to amaze me, huh.’

or when you’re being very risky via your messenger app, older bf!satoru is definitely the type to say ‘careful.’ // ‘you’re gonna get me in trouble.’ // ‘you’re being quite brave today, doll. // ‘aww, how adorable of you.’ // ‘mhm? that so?’

also . . . gives you money out of the blue. randomly. doesn’t question it at all. or sends expensive gifts your way too without you asking. older bf!satoru would text you stuff like; ‘here’s some money, gorgeous. want you to spoil yourself for me today, okay?’ // ‘just a little gift.’ // ‘you deserve a break, baby. here you go.’ // ‘got you something small.’

and then you check your bank account and it’s an easy $200 / $500 / $800 ++ added by him. or when he’s sending gifts to your apartment, it’s gonna be one of them reaaaaal expensive ones. probably ones you eyed before or had mention you liked very briefly, but didn’t get it because of the price.

definitely also the type to try and accommodate or match his texting style to yours as the months go by. kinda to match your energy. perhaps fails horribly at it, but it’s cute to see him try.

[hypewinter]

Hear me out! Danny finds his human form slowly getting more eldrich as he gets older (and more powerful) and ends up going to Gotham where people are way less likely to ask questions!

Sadly when the people of Gotham see Danny, oops my shadow has eyes now, Fenton they just assume he's gonna be a new Rouge!

Que the bat fam watching Danny waiting for him to make his move, over-analyzing everything he does. Mans can't even buy a new laptop without Bruce breathing down his neck about it

This would be an issue if Danny wasn't such a little troll, and he starts buying more obviously ominous things only to openly use them in improperly boring and normal ways. Like buys a death lazer and can be seen using it to make toast, buys a cursed box full of death themed artifacts and uses it as a coffee table, that kinda stuff.

Every time the bat's assume 'this is it!' And gets ready to take him down, only to see Danny setting up a new 'coat rack' made of kriptonite

Even better when they see him tinkering on some kind of doomsday device, the kind that looks super evil and dangerous and even has a red count down timer on the front and- it's a fucking air frier again! He already has three! Why does he keep making air friers?! Obviously this must be some kind of scheme

I raise you: Danny starts selling his things out to random citizens (they've all been intensely screened). The bats panic thinking this is an attempt to cripple Gotham in one fell swoop. Nope. Ms. Randall just really needed a new air purifier and Danny had a toxin dispenser that was just collecting dust.

I imagine though that he might start to notice that the bats are focusing on him a little too much which is a problem considering there are things going down in Gotham that actually need their attention. But at the same time, our resident ghost boy isn't ready to stop being a menace just yet. So what does he do? Kill too birds with one stone.

Whenever Danny catches wind of a new plot going down, he does something to draw the bats's attention to it. Two Face planning a robbery? Suddenly Danny is showing up to the bank everyday to work on the vault (he offered to reinforce it for free). The bats get so suspicious they focus hard on the bank and discover Two Face's plot before he can do anything.

The bats pat themselves on the back while Danny giggles in the background. Wonder how long it will take for them to figure out what's going on.

[yasministration]

could i request summer, smut with peter. and the prompt “am i doing this right”

am i doing this right? - Peter parker

ʀᴀɪɴʏᴅᴀʏᴀᴛʜᴏɢᴡᴀʀᴛꜱ' 3ᴋ ᴄᴇʟᴇʙʀᴀᴛɪᴏɴ!

You genuinely don't know what spirit had just possessed your shy, nerdy, virgin boyfriend. A string of moans escaped you, and you were so deep in pleasure, you didn’t worry about the fact that his aunt in the next room over might hear you. God, you would have to ask him later if he lied about not having done this before. Fingers snaked into Peter’s brown hair, pulling his face deeper into your cunt as your back arched impossibly, thighs clamping shut around his head. Peter’s hands soothingly caressed your thighs, his mouth unlatching from your clit so he could poke his head up from between your legs, a look of concern on his face.

You whined when Peter separated from you, chest heaving with panting breaths. “Are you okay?” Peter asked worriedly, anxious that he was hurting you. You nodded wordlessly, swallowing thickly as you let your head dig into his pillow. With your eyes shut, you missed the sudden expression of insecurity that flashed on your boyfriend’s face. “Am - am I doing this right?” Your eyes snapped open at the unsure tone lacing his voice. You propped yourself up on your elbows, looking at Peter with a slacked jaw. “Pete, you’re joking right?” Peter shook his head slowly, causing you to grasp his jumper, tugging him upwards until you could slam your lips against his. Peter moaned softly, and you mumbled against his lips “Baby, that’s the best head anyone’s ever given me.” Peter didn’t believe you for a moment, convinced you were trying to make him feel better, but then he returned his gaze down to your pussy, watching with dilated pupils as your wetness soaked his sheets.

Without another word, he was returning to his previous position on his stomach, arms wrapped around your thighs, spreading them apart as he devoured you. You cried out suddenly, feeling Peter suction on your clit. Countless boys hadn’t been able to make you come with their cock, but you were sure that you were going to fall apart on Peter’s tongue soon. “Fingers, please.” You begged, voice breaking. Peter paused, unsure what to do. He was only just becoming confident in his ability to give you head, but introducing fingers now too? Feeling his hesitation, you reached an open hand down, waiting for Peter to give you his. You guided the tips of his fingers towards your entrance until his index and middle finger were probing your hole. “Here.” You mumbled, letting your legs fall apart further so Peter could easily slide his fingers into you. Your cunt immediately sucked him in, and Peter just observed your body for a moment with complete awe. The boy was mesmerised, but you were quickly bringing him back to reality with a desperate cry of his name.

“Sorry.” He mumbled, beginning to slowly pump his fingers into you as he returned his lips to your mound, pressing a couple of kisses before turning his attention to your clit. Peter focused hard on keeping the pace of his hand steady while he sucked on your clit, but you were quickly telling him to speed up, a feat he instantly followed. “This okay?” He mumbled against your pussy, but he didn’t receive an answer as you were too busy moaning so loudly he was sure Aunt May would come to his room tomorrow to tell him about a noise complaint. Gushing around Peter’s fingers, you threw your head back, panting heavily as your hand came back to the back of Peter’s head, this time pulling him away from your clit as you quickly became overstimulated.

As Peter came back up to properly kiss you, you finally accused “That was not your first time doing that.” But instead of shyly defending himself, a pink flush adorning his cheeks, he laughed with a newfound confidence. He was going to be doing this everyday from now on.

[madamechrissy]

Can you do some headcanons on short fem reader! (Around 4'11 Or 5'0) x gojo?

here you go!

pairings- Satoru Gojo x Short f!reader

warningss- explicit sex, oral (m and f receiving) I guess describing reader as short bc that's the prompt aha, size kink like a mf, Toru being freaky.

Satoru Gojo loves how he can throw your short little ass around, he gets off on the size difference between you two. You are so short your legs just dangle as he holds you up, until he has you pinned against the wall. He loves to lift you up for a kiss too, it's just easier than bending over all the time!

Satoru can just hold you up high against the wall and bury his face against your pussy, you freaked out the first time he did it, your thighs on either side of his head over his shoulders, hands gripping his soft white locks as his tongue devours your folds. 'Satoru - p-put me down!' you'll whine, and you feel his teeth against your hot eager cunt as he grins.

Satoru loves to toss his short little girlfriend around, up to and including holding you from behind as he slips his cock deep, stuffing your hole so full, suspended in the air with an arm around you like you're nothing. 'Like that, huh baby? feel so fucking good?' he whispers, you watch the reflection of him pumping into you from the back, his blue eyes glinting at the sight of you.

Satoru is so tall compared to you, you can't just bend over, it doesn't work with how long his damn legs are. No, you're placed over tall counters in the kitchen, legs dangling so he can slip into you while you're cooking dinner - because Satoru can't ever get enough of being inside you.

When he's at the office and you visit, you end up right under his desk, he has a pillow and blanket for you, so you can suck his cock as long as you want to, small and tucked under. During meetings you love to deep throat his cock, to watch the way he struggles to stay quiet, fucking into your throat and hoping the business men in the room don't notice the hoarseness of his voice.

After teasing him this way, he tends you get you right back, smacking your ass with his belt until it's covered in marks, only for you to relish in it and the punishment, feeling so small and helpless for him. He'd have you right on his work desk, or lift you up and press you against the floor to ceiling glass windows up in that tower, for everyone to see him fucking his pretty little girlfriend.

Satoru Gojo loves to watch his cock disappear with your body so much smaller, to watch the bulge in your tummy makes him feral, the sight of him fucking up your insides as your little body wriggles under him. 'Can you even fucking take all this cock baby?' he'll taunt, you will nod weakly - feeling him fucking everywhere, short legs gripping his narrow hips as he pumps, having to bend down at an angle to kiss you, until he fills you with so much cum, picturing just how cute you'd look with his baby inside you.

[stealingyourbones]

Fic prompt, Young Justice era:

Robin(Tim) and Superboy break into the Fenton Ops Center after discovering a faction of the DEO that was created exclusively for dealing with ghosts.

They came across this sub-agency while combing through hacked documents after saving Greta, and found out the Department of Extranormal Operations formed the Ghost Investigation Ward and gets special ghost-hunting weapons from mad scientist inventors in a small Illinois town.

Danny (with his sharper senses) hears the break in and goes to investigate with the Fenton Creep Stick. Robbers get hired on occasion to steal inventions that aren’t patented yet. He hears movement just on the other side of the door and goes in swinging. Hits Superboy in the back and makes him stumble, which causes serious alarm from the two heroes.

“That actually almost hurt!” Superboy says in surprise, staring wide-eyed at the new kid holding a splintered baseball bat.

“You cracked the Creep Stick,” Danny stares at the bat with his mouth open. “I didn’t know it could break.”

“Rob? I think this guy has powers.”

Danny looks up, blinking in shock, “Your name is Rob? And you became a Robber? Dude. You don’t have to define yourself by what your parents named you.”

Superboy tries to hide his laughter while Robin sputters. “I’m not - They didn’t -”

“Oh!” Danny has an epiphany. “Did you name yourself that? I chose my name too, but I’m just Danny. I didn’t go and name myself after an illegal profession. Like, can you imagine if I was an arsonist named Bernie? Or a skeevy car salesman named Otto? I know it’s hard to choose a name when you’re trans, and, I gotta admit, being a robber named Rob is hilarious, but there’s more options out there, I promise. For names and career paths.”

Superboy is wheezing at this point and Robin’s face is near fuchsia. Instead of addressing any of that, Robin gets angry.

“We aren’t robbers! We’re heroes! I’m Robin. that’s Superboy. Your parents sell weapons that hurt people and we’re here to stop that!”

Danny tosses the broken Creep Stick over his shoulder and smiles wide.

“Why didn’t you say so! Oh man, this is great. I’ve been sabotaging their stuff for years. If you’re here to help I’ve got a couple projects you can definitely smash.”

.

[bernardsbendystraws]

𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐅𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐔𝐩 — 𝐌.𝐒.

Synopsis: Bunny and Chris come home early, letting Doll and Matt know they need to shut the fuck up.

Warnings: Smut, p n v, soft dom Matt. Doll Reader x Matt. Bunny x Chris (combined AU with @muwapsturniolo)

With love and big tits, Rose

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“You’re gonna let me hear everything, hm?” Matt smiles against your lips, mumbling the words sloppily as he moves his mouth against yours with immense passion. 

Bunny and Chris were finally gone, out on a surprise date Chris had planned. Nick was off with his own friends too. The house was yours. And Matt was more than ready to take advantage of that. 

“Mhm,” you hum. 

Your hands curl in his hair, his lips starting to kiss down your neck. Matt sucks on the sensitive skin, letting his hands roam up and down your naked sides, hovering over you as you feel his sticky tip glide between your thighs – almost brushing against the heat between your legs. 

The way he touches you is intoxicating. It’s not rushed, but it’s excited. Slow movements somehow feeling desperate, his own moans vibrating against your skin as he glides his cock against your thigh for some sort of friction. 

“Doll, I – I wanna hear it all, okay? No holdin’ back,” he husks, lifting his head up to look you straight in the eyes. 

Biting on your lip, you nod up at him. You love how obsessed he is with hearing you moan for him – you love how passionate he is about pleasing you. 

Matt licks over his teeth, dipping his head into the crook of your neck as he lets out a shaky sigh, slowly pushing his cock into your sobbing pussy. 

“Fuckkkkkkk,” he seethes, pausing as he bottoms out, almost as if to stop himself from cumming right then and there. 

The sharp gasp that leaves your lips is hypnotizing. Matt finds himself slowly starting to pump his cock in and out of you, his pride floating as whines push through your mouth. 

He’s making you feel good. So good.

“That’s right, sweetheart,” he rasps, grunting as he starts to push himself deeper and harder into you, “-lemme hear it – fuck – sound so pretty for me. So fuckin’ – mph,” he bites on his lips hard. His words and movements are already affecting you so much, your walls pulsating around his length as you feel the high start to build in your gut. 

Matt flexes his hips as far as they will go, keeping himself buried in you, grinding his cock inside while stimulating your clit. It’s all to make you feel good. And to stop himself from cumming too soon. 

“Doll, you – shit – keep suckin’ me in. So – so deep,”

Your moans get louder and louder. The creaking of the bed only seems to become more aggressive, the noise only amplifying the sensation of his hard length rutting into you over and over again. 

“Matt, Matt — oh!” 

A cry crumbles through your lips as he fucks himself right into your sweet spot. Your clit has become more sensitive, his grinding motions only feeding the swarm of warmth in your stomach as you clutch onto his biceps. 

Matt seethes as he feels your nails sink in. The whines and moans singing through your lips only encourage him, making his hips ram into you with lust and passion. 

“My – my girl,” he says, stuttering between thrusts. 

Your mouth drops open with raw sounds. You’re so lost in the moment – so lost in everything he’s giving you. 

And he’s the same. 

Matt is trying to hold off his release. He watches your face scrunch, biting hard on his lower lips as he feels himself edge impossibly close. 

Both of you are so distracted, so intertwined in the pure bliss, pleasure, and love. 

“-’m – c-close,” you stammer. 

And he can feel it. 

Matt’s chest and stomach clench hard as he feels your walls start to collapse even tighter around his cock. He’s completely drunk off of you, letting his instincts take over as he keeps gliding his hard length in and out of you, making sure to grind against your puffy clit. 

Squelches echoe. The sound of footsteps are almost nonexistent – until they come right towards the door, a pounding on the wood nearly drawing you out of your blissful state. 

“You horny fucks, keep it down!” Bunny exclaims. 

Your eyes go wide with shock. 

But – you’re so close. 

Matt looks down at you, keeping his motions precise and rhythmic. “Shhhhh, just – fuck, Doll. Focus on me, just me, okay? Thaaattt’s it – “ he sighs, cradling your head into the crook of his neck as he rides you through the intense high, his own cum starting to spill into you as he finally lets go. 

“-good job, sweetheart. Fuck,” he purrs, the feeling of your walls practically milking him consuming every single thought passing through his mind, “--so good, do-doin’ so good.” 

His movements come to a slow halt. 

Realization rushes through you, embarrassment making your face scrunch up as you hear another pounding on the door, a more aggressive bang accompanied by Chris’ voice, “Shut the fuck up. Bun and I don’t need to hear that shit. Jesus.” 

Matt rolls his eyes, falling limp on top of you as he starts to nuzzle his face between your breasts. 

“Chris,” he shouts, pulling you tighter as he tries to keep some of his temper under control, “-go away and get over it.”

You laugh as you hear Chris mumbling through the door;

“-get over it? Can you believe that shit, Bun? I mean, the kids are fuckin’ so damn loud…” 

[stellamarielu]

goodnight to jack abbot who, physically cannot, take his eyes off of you when you ride the exhaustion out of him and audibly groans when you tease and tug at his salt and pepper curls when he leans in for a kiss 😵‍💫

OHHHHH????? i’ll do you one better… how about dry humping on the couch because he’s just oh so tired, but nothing will stop him from letting his princess do what she pleases

Exhausted and almost falling asleep, he’d be sitting next to you on the couch, eyes barely open wide enough to watch whatever movie is playing on the screen. Your fingertips trace little patterns into his thigh through the thick material of his sweatpants— higher and higher until,

“Sweetheart, i’m falling asleep over here.”

His lazy gaze reaches over to you, a raspy chuckle following his words as you palm him through his pants.

“Alright, I’ll stop…”

You lean over, lips meeting his neck as you kiss the words onto his skin.

“so you can go get some rest.” the ease of your voice is a warm and sweet, melting underneath his jaw.

The breathless grunt that escapes his throat as you kiss down his neck, paired with the way his dick hardens under your touch, sends one of your legs swinging over his thighs. You straddle his lap, letting your weight sink onto him, and feeling his bulge press directly against your core.

Jack’s hands are gripping your hips, pulling greedily at the fabric of your pajama shorts, pressing you further into him. A strangled growl rumbles through his chest at the friction of you grinding against him.

“I mean it baby,” You move slowly, placing a hand on his chest for leverage as you rock your hips. Your movements have him in an obvious daze, his jaw slack as he leans in, suddenly desperate to feel your lips against his.

Your hands find his hair, tugging at his grey curls just enough to keep him at bay. With your fingertips gently tangled in his hair, you pull his head back, causing his eyes to meet yours.

“You should go to bed.” Your head cocks to the side as the suggestion pours from your mouth in a sickly sweet whisper, your clothed pussy still gliding over him.

“You’re a piece of work, you know that sweetheart?”

His grip on your hips loosens only to find its way to your ass, grabbing and yanking you further into him. A quiet yelp of surprise leaves your lips but immediately melts into his, as you stutter forward, meeting him in a deep and hungry kiss as he guides your hips back and forth over his.

[cacaocheri]

they do sappy shit like this all the time

[rissouu]

“he just left come over” prank!

pairings: aoi todo, megumi fushiguro, gojo satoru, toji fushiguro, nanami kento, geto suguru, ryomen sukuna, hawks, & dabi!

warning: suggestive on some of them.. other than that it’s not too bad!

authors note: ahhhhh came from this request, feel free to request guys ill try to get to it as soon as i can :) this is featuring mha and jjk men but ill write for anything!

©rissouu 2024 (this was superrr long but i hope yall enjoy ittt!)

masterlist

[chleem]

thinking about rafe going out of town and constantly worrying about reader and that she’s safe <333

bf!Rafe Cameron x gf!reader

⋆.˚ Warnings: swearing, making out, pure fluff (still, read at own caution

ִ ࣪𖤐 a/n: SORRY i took too long to answer/ hope u like it!

word count: 2.5k

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“Shit- you’re making me dizzy,”

Rafe mutters, his voice thick with frustration, as he lounges back against the pillows, watching you pace around his room, helping him pack.

You’re fumbling through his drawer, picking out clothes suitable for his trip. “Then get up and help me, Ray.”

He groans, eyes closing as he sinks further into the bed, his hands resting behind his head. 

Rafe doesn’t want to go—not because he can’t, but because the thought of being away from you makes him uneasy. 

He’ll worry about you, and worse, he’ll miss you. 

And of course, being the guy he is, he’ll never admit that to you. 

His blue eyes stay glued to you as you kneel down near his suitcase, carefully folding a shirt and adding it to the pile. The way you move, the way you take care of everything, it only makes him want to stay more.

“Eager to send me off?”

“No- of course not,” you glance up at him, giving him a soft smile. 

“Seems like you are.”

You offer him an exasperated look, your moves coming to a halt. 

Rafe knew exactly how to get under your skin. The first thing? Packing at the last minute, as always. And second? Twisting your words and actions until you can’t tell whether he’s joking or not. 

You lick your lips, tilting your head slightly, “don’t say that.”

Rafe pats the spot next to him on the bed, “then prove me wrong.”

He watches the way you hesitate, clearly weighing whether to give in or not, before ultimately deciding against it. 

You continue your movements, and a frustrated smile creeps up on Rafe’s lips, “fuck- just get your ass over here.”

You laugh at his words, and when you stand up, Rafe’s eyes narrow as he expects you to walk over to him. But instead, you head straight for the bathroom, leaving him alone on the bed. 

“Baby, stop- stop walking around,” he whines, sounding slightly desperate, his hands coming up to cover his eyes. 

There’s no reply, only the sound of you rummaging through drawers in the bathroom, the faint clinking of items in the background making him even more impatient.

He sighs, dropping his hands from his face to stare at the ceiling. 

His mind scrambles as thinks, every voice in his mind pitching a new idea to him. Rafe thinks about the small details in your routine, wondering if you'll be okay without him.

He knows you’re mature and responsible, yet he can’t help but worry.

What if you forget your keys? What if the Pogues come and bother you? What if you get caught in some situation and there’s no one there to look out for you?

The anxiety creeps in, knotting in his chest. He wants to be there to protect you, to make sure everything’s alright, but it feels like he’s leaving so many things up to chance. 

He clenches his jaw, frustration mounting as he wishes he could keep you in his pocket, just to be sure.

He’s momentarily lost in his thoughts, so caught up in the swirling worries, that he doesn’t notice when you finally join him on the bed.

The mattress dips under your weight, and suddenly, he feels the warmth of you next to him.

Your head rests on his shoulder, your leg draped over his, grounding him in a way only you can. 

For a moment, everything else fades into the background, and he just breathes you in—your presence, your comfort, everything about you.

He can’t help but turn his head slightly, glancing down at you, his heart swelling a little as you settle into him. 

You’re already staring up at him, and he lets out a shaky breath, rooted in his position, almost afraid to move.

“You’re not very good with your words,” you whisper, placing a hand on his chest, and he could already feel his heartbeat picking up under your touch.

Rafe swallows, his eyes flicking between your gaze and where your hand rests, “huh?”

“Yeah- you say the meanest things.”

“I do?”

“Yes- c’mon, like just now, when I was preparing your stuff.”

“Okay, well, why were you preparing my shit?”

“Because you have a trip tomorrow!”

“You want me to leave,” he says, his lips curling into a playful smirk.

Before you can respond, Rafe shifts, moving quickly to pull you into him. He wraps his arms around you, trapping you against his chest, and you yelp in surprise.

“Rafe!” you laugh, squirming slightly, but he just holds you tighter, a mischievous grin on his face. 

He knows you too well. When you fidget or try to push him away, deep down, you actually enjoy it when he gets this close, when he becomes clingy. Even though his words suggest the opposite.

“Cancel the fucking meeting,” his murmurs into the side of your face, breathing in. 

He lets the tip of his nose glide over the skin there, and he just knows he’ll miss being this close to you. 

“You’re only leaving for…three days.”

“Four days,” he whispers, resting his arm around your waist. 

“Barely even a week.”

“Still…”

“Your first trip away, without me.”

“…yeah."

You rest your head on his other arm, and he doesn’t mind the way it slowly goes numb.  

He breathes in deeply, the rise and fall of your chest against his own. He’s staring at the side of your face, more intently than before, as you stare up at the ceiling.

His fingers tighten slightly around you, and then he sighs, his voice almost hesitant as he says,

“I’ll miss you.”

You turn your head to look at him, your eyes searching his.

It’s the first time he’d admit it out loud. That not being around you, actually freaks him out a little.  

Rafe didn’t even realize he was holding in a breath until you whispered, “I know.”

A soft smile tugs at your lips, and Rafe can’t help but smile back.

“Fuck—say it back,” he mutters, his tone playful yet serious.

“Say what back?” you tease, raising an eyebrow.

“You know what.”

“No, I don’t know.”

“Just say it,” he pinches the side of your waist, making you flinch slightly, and you let out a soft laugh at the suddenness.

“What do you want me to say?” you continue, your eyes dancing with mischief, even though you knew just how significant those words were coming out of the Rafe Cameron’s mouth. 

It’s silent for a moment, his blue eyes washing over your features, studying you like he’s searching for some reassurance in your gaze. Then, his voice breaks the stillness, soft but firm.

“‘I’ll miss you’.”

Then, he adds onto it, “say it. Say you’ll miss me. That you’ll worry, and worry, and that you’d call me every second.”

You feel a lump form in your throat at the rawness of his words. It’s a side of him that feels both vulnerable and desperate, a side you don’t see often. 

Rafe stares into your eyes, as if hoping you'll understand the unspoken truth buried beneath his request—the secret confession wrapped in those simple words. 

That he's worried, and that he’ll miss you, even if it’s just four days. 

“Every second? You really think I’d miss you that much?” You smile, but your eyes soften. “…I’ll miss you more than you know.”

He couldn’t help but smile at your words, butterflies forming in his chest. The way you spoke, with such quiet honesty, made the weight of the moment lighter, more bearable, more real. 

Gawd, can’t he put you in his pocket? Like c’mon…

He gently brushes a strand of hair from your face, his thumb grazing your cheek, “and you’ll worry?”

“Of course I will.”

“…okay,” Rafe sighs softly, as he rests his arm around your waist again, “then I…I guess I’ll just.. just worry about you too.”

Your eyes meet his, soft yet steady, “you don’t need to.”

“I want to.”

“You don’t need to.”

“What if- what if you get into trouble?”

“I should be asking you that.”

“No- no,” Rafe shakes his head, his thumb gently rubbing your side as his voice grows more firm, “I’m serious. What if, what if something happens? I won’t be there.”

“‘Be there’?”

“Yeah- to, to help.”

You raise an eyebrow, your lips quirking into a teasing smile. “Rafe, I can handle myself. I’ve been doing just fine.”

He scoffs playfully, though the concern doesn’t quite leave his eyes. 

“I’ll be fine. I promise.”

He sighs, his eyes scanning your face as if searching for any hint of doubt. But all he sees is that quiet confidence, the same confidence that reassures him every time you promise him something. 

“If I call, answer,” he suddenly says, his voice thick with a mix of need and seriousness. His eyes hold yours, trying to imprint the weight of his words into you. “I don’t care what the hell you’re doing, you answer, within- within a ring.”

Rafe sees the small, amused smile tugging at your lips, and despite himself, he tries to keep a straight face. “Within a ring? Harsh much?”

“Yeah—yeah, within a ring,” he insists.

“What if I’m in the shower?”

Without skipping a beat, he responds, “...then take me in with you.”

You laugh, breaking Rafe’s serious act as his lips twitch into a smile. 

“Even texts. Answer within ten minutes.”

“…what if I’m sleeping?”

“…then you-“

“Report to you before?”

“-yes, yes, you do that.”

“You’re ridiculous,” you tease, shaking your head but unable to hide the smile tugging at your lips.

Rafe smirks, clearly pleased with himself. “Someone’s gotta keep an eye on you.”

You roll your eyes, but warmth spreads through you, “well, what about you?”

“What about me?”

“You’re always in trouble.”

“Don’t- don’t make this ‘bout me.”

You give him a knowing look, your legs tangled up with his as you suddenly become aware of how perfectly you fit together in this comfortable, lazy cuddle. There’s something so natural about the way his body presses against yours, the quiet contentment that fills the space between your soft breaths.

“I’m just saying,” you mumble, feeling a little lighter now, “your track records…”

“…y’know I’ve changed,” Rafe murmurs, and he can’t help but feel a shift in his chest as he says it. His voice is low, almost uncertain, as if he’s testing the waters.

“I know, and I’m trying to say that,” you continue, eyes still locked into his blue ones, and your hand comes up to play with the collar of his shirt, “you worry, and so do I. But I trust that you’ll be fine. Won’t you do the same for me?”

Rafe’s gaze softens, and a flash of understanding flows through his features. 

“Always,” he finally says, his voice steady, “I trust you.”

There’s a lingering pause between the both of you, and because Rafe wanted to, he leans in. 

Eyes closed, parted lips, he gives you a soft kiss on the lips, one that’s light yet full of affection. 

You smile against his, and you kiss him back, tenderly. 

It doesn’t take long for it to escalate, your breaths mingling together, and soon enough, there were rough exchanges of saliva, touches, and whispers of promises. 

——

True to his words, Rafe called, almost without fail.

He didn’t even realize how it became second nature to him.

The first thing he did when he got off the plane? He called you.

When he arrived at his hotel room? Called you.

During lunch, dinner, and breakfast? Calls, every. single. time.

And yes, once, he did call when you were in the shower.

Afterwards, he was fuming, frustrated that you missed his call.

For the next three days, you’d text him before hopping in the shower, a small lesson learned.

Every call started the same way: ‘Hey, baby. You doing good?’ And to which, you would reassure him, filling in details of what you were just up to, even if the task was boring and simple. 

He’d ask you to prop your phone on a smooth surface, just so he could check the surroundings behind you. He liked to make sure everything was alright, his eyes scanning the space like a protective instinct kicking in, even if you were just casually talking.

Rafe would hear you complain or tease about his clinginess and protectiveness through the phone, but deep down, he could tell you liked it. You liked how much he cared, even if you pretended otherwise. 

And he, in turn, liked taking care of you, knowing he could be there, even from a distance. It was just part of the rhythm of your relationship now—his need to protect you, and your subtle way of letting him.

It was almost like a routine, a schedule. Check-ins, no matter what you were doing, or what Rafe was doing. 

And four days couldn’t breeze by slower. 

When the day of his return finally came, you’d pick him up from the airport, and he’s standing there, looking a little more tired than usual but still carrying that unmistakable grin. 

The moment he sees you, it’s like the exhaustion melts away.

He doesn't even give you a chance to say anything before he's pulling you into a tight hug, lifting you slightly off the ground.

“Ugh, hey you,” you laugh, and Rafe smiled even wider, happy that he didn’t have to hear the beautiful sound of your voice through a phone anymore. 

He pulls back just enough to look at you, his arms resting around your waist in a half-hug. “Miss me much?”

“Mhm. But, probably not as much as you do.”

“Really?”

You tap his shoulder for him to lean down as the two of you move through the crowd of people, towards the exit, “my phone bill is proof enough,” you tease, whispering into his ear. 

Rafe smirks, leaning down just enough so his lips brush against your ear. “Y’know I pay for that shit…” he murmurs, his breath warm against your skin.

You roll your eyes, playfully nudging him in the ribs, “…which is something you don’t need to do.”

Rafe grins, his arms tightening around you for a brief moment as the door swings open. "I know I don't need to, but I want to." His voice drops lower, a soft confidence in it.

You can feel the way his fingers gently press against your side, pulling you a little closer as the cool air hits your skin.

"Besides," he continues, leaning closer again as the crowd begins to thin, "you can’t get rid of me that easily.”

You glance up at him, unable to suppress a smile. "I wouldn't want to.”

He lets out a breath of laughter, his gaze softening. “Good.”

Rafe’s hand slips easily into yours, fingers intertwining like they were always meant to. 

You walk side by side, the steady rhythm of your steps matching the loud and busy scene of the airport. 

But the distant hum of the world fades away, leaving only the warmth of his touch and the way he keeps glancing at you, his smile soft but full of affection.

The night air feels crisp, but with him so close, you can’t help but feel warm, safe—like everything is right in the world. 

As the two of you make your way towards the car, the simple gesture of walking together, without words, felt like a perfect montage of some romantic movie.

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bit corny but I LIKE IT

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