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miguelhugger2099 · 2 months

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Hello can I request a Miguel ohara x spiderwoman reader, where the readers baby (kid or sibling) sneak into HQ without them knowing it and Miguel is force to babysit the baby with the reader?

such a cute request !!! more miguel with babies !!! (in a non traumatic way)

Miguel x Reader, Fluff, Word Count: 1,357

You were running late to head to HQ, hastily shoving your foot into the space of your spider suit. You pick up your bagel from the counter to take a large bite before sliding your arms through the sleeves and zipping yourself up as best as you could. You looked over at the couch, seeing your baby brother passed out, his little arm dangling off the cushion while his other arm held your Spider-Woman figure close to his chest. Having a bit of peace of mind, you decided that it was alright for you to leave while you had the chance until your mother could get home. Lifting up your Gizmo, you placed it around your wrist and typed in the numbers for Miguel’s dimension. The usual warping started, lifting your home trinkets in the air and giving a breeze that was trying to suck in its wormhole. The familiar hexagon grows inside your home, flashing lights and you put on your mask before jumping in–failing to notice that the noise made a certain toddler wake up. Landing on your feet, you found yourself on the beam that leads to Miguel’s office. You greeted a few other Spider-People and Peters while jogging past them. They waved back and some let out a few chuckles which would’ve confused you if you weren’t so focused on trying to not be so late. When the doors opened up, you slowed down your jogging to a normal walk to pretend you weren’t hauling ass and to calm your racing heart. You took a peek around the corner to see Miguel on his usual platform, typing and swiping away yellow hologram screens. You take a deep breath and swallow. “Miguel.” You call out. He doesn’t move an inch when he hears you and continues to pull up another video recording. “You’re late.” He says, his soft voice echoing in the giant room. You wince and purse your lips. “Just a bit. I’m sorry. I woke up late, my baby brother was restless and–”

“Doesn’t matter. Just get up here.” Miguel motions you up to his high platform with his hand. You then use your web shooter to stick onto the hunk of metal and swing yourself up beside him. “So what’s the quota for today?” You ask, going into work mode as his right hand. Miguel pulls up a few monitors to show you glimpses of camera footage of anomalies around different dimensions. “We just need to bring as much back to their homes. Lyla hasn’t detected any further canon events.” You nod along, peering into the footage and unsuspecting to the little toddler waddling inside with a toy in his hand. He stumbles a bit, falling to his knees and hands and dropping the toy with a soft clank. Due to how high you and Miguel were, you could barely hear it. He grunts as he gets up, patting the imaginary dust off himself and picking up the toy version of you. Once he picks it up, he lifts it high up in the air with a worried look that this little toy version of you had been damaged or scratched. His eyes go in and out of focus as he notices two figures in the air on the platform you were standing on. Slowly, he makes the connection that the toy and you were in the same room. He had found you! He giggles happily and calls out your name with his own squeaky voice. Your and Miguel’s head snap down to look at the noise and you gasp loudly, calling out his own name in return with worry.

You quickly rip off your mask and swing down to him, collecting him in your arms. “What–how–What are you doing here?!” You whisper-yell at him, which he giggles at. “There–there was a big–whoosh–and I woke up and you went in and I went here!” He explains, using his little toy figure to give a visual explanation. “What happened?” You hear Miguel ask from above. “Nothing–Just–Nothing!” You try to hide your brother from Miguel to avoid looking irresponsible. “Come back up here.” He says. You brother tries to peek through your hair up at Miguel before you use your webs to swing back up to the platform. “I’m so sorry, Miguel. My brother–he–I think he followed me into the portal without me knowing. My mom was supposed to be home after I left but now that he’s here, she probably thinks I’m taking care of him…” You ramble on and on all while your brother reaches out to Miguel, curious and admiring his gigantic build and cool look. You try to hold him back, another apology ready to spill out your lips when Miguel reaches out and takes your brother in his hands. It’s uncomfortable for a moment, but Miguel stays neutral. Miguel carefully cradles your brother in his arms, shifting him around to rest him on his hip. Your brother looks up at Miguel with wonder and then looks at you, finally connecting the dots that you’re in your spider suit. “She–she’s not, um, Spider-Woomin.” He shakes his head and rests his head on Miguel’s shoulder, picking up the toy's arm up and down. He then glances at you with his eyes and gives you a smile–since he kept his promise of not telling anyone you’re a superhero. You laugh a dry chuckle–the promise only being meant for people in your universe instead of your literal boss–but you pat his head anyway.

You look up at Miguel apologetically. “I’m really sorry about this Miguel. God, it was so dangerous for him to portal here and be her. I–I’ll take him home.” You try to scoop him out of Miguel’s hands but he subtly tightens your brother in his arms. “It’s fine,” He says softly. “I don’t mind. If there’s no one home to care for him, he can stay here,” He shrugs and looks down at your brother mindlessly making your toy fly in the air. “Peter brings Mayday all the time, Jess just had Gerry–really your brother wouldn’t be a problem.” He assures you. “Are you sure…?” You ask hesitantly, wincing that he’s just being too nice. You then noticed the platform come to a stop at the ground. Miguel had lowered the three of you down so he could let the child roam freely without hurting himself. He places him down but he chooses to stay seated by Miguel’s side, growing fonder of him. “Yes,” Miguel says. “It’s no problem.” He places a hand on your shoulder and you stiffen softly at the physical contact. Your brother watches up at you two, nibbling on the toy’s head. You relax, seeing and feeling how he means it–he really doesn’t mind. “Alright.” You smile up at him and can even see just a glimpse of his own. For the remainder of the day, you and Miguel switch between holding your brother when he wants to be held and entertaining him when he’s bored. The toddler would often try to bother Miguel, which he didn’t mind and you apologized for, so he would take him in his arms and Miguel would lead you through the various files and direct you what to do while he held him. At some point, your brother began whining and wanting food in a sleepy state. Miguel offered the cafeteria to you and you both went in hopes that your brother would want to find something to eat before having his nap. While on the way, Miguel holds the sleepy child in his arms, your brother's little arms barely even wrapping around Miguel’s broad neck. Other spiders look with wide eyes and murmuring amongst themselves.

“Did they ‘ave a kid?” Hobie mutters to Gwen. Gwen looks around him to see Miguel holding your brother carefully in his arms while you try feeding bits and pieces of some chicken nuggets and slices of apples. “No,” She looks back up at Hobie with a frown before it drops and she takes a double take to see the soft happy look on Miguel’s face while you feed the child. “No…right?”

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lowkeyremi · 5 months

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this is so cute AHHHHHHHHH its even cuter when u dont even know and it's the first time he does it!! @nctzenyuta here u go babes

nanami drabble !!

(implied fem reader)

cw: fluff

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Your man hopped in the shower about ten minutes ago and someone has been blowing up his phone in the meantime. You decided to ignore it because it's wrong to pry and be nosy. Even though you really wanted to scratch that itch of curiosity.

At some point you get really annoyed with the constant buzzing of his phone, so you pick it up to check who's messaging. It's Gojo of course. That's not what catches your eye though.

You're stuck up on the fact that his lock screen is you drooling on his chest in your sleep. What the hell!!!!!! You told him to delete that because you looked terrible. On top of that there's a mascara mustache on your face.

Your blond husband got the idea to use your mascara that was sitting on the night stand to give you a mustache. How did you not even notice the feeling of the mascara on your face??

"Kento!!" You yell from the bedroom as soon as he turns off the shower.

"Yeah, my love??" He asks, slowly trying to remember if he had done anything to upset you this week.

"Why is this picture your lock screen? I look so bad in it." You complain to him. You expected him to agree and change it but instead he said, "I think you look cute with a mustache. Maybe you should grow one."

You glare at him, "Kento." He snickers softly, "Okay, okay. I'll change it to my home screen so not everyone will see it." You sigh in relief and hand him his phone.

"In place of that picture will be this one." He taps something on his phone and flips it around for you to see...

It's you. Wearing the colorful "bob" wig your little sister cut for you. It was way too short and disproportional for it's original purpose of completing the look of your favorite tv show character.

When Kento saw you wearing the wig he couldn't keep the laughter from coming out. He laughed so hard his stomach began to ache.

"NO! Not that one either!!!" You watch as he makes adjustments to change the picture.

"My little dora the explorer, wifey." He comments with a smirk.

"Ughhhhh, why did I marry you??" You ask yourself and of course he decides to provide you an answer, "because i'm the premium husband material package."

"I think I need to get some replacement parts because this experience sure ain't premium." He hears the joke in your tone but still uses it as an excuse to tickle attack you.

"AHHHH GET- OFF OF ME AND... AND GO PUT- STOPPP- PUT SOME CLOTHES ON!!!" You scream between fits of laughter and torture people call "tickling."

He gets up off the bed and flashes you his dick.

"Kento." You gasp loudly.

"Nothing you haven't seen before. You seemed pretty happy to see it last night." He shrugs while making his way to the walk-in closet.

"The past was in the past. I'm a changed woman." He doesn't believe that at all but responds with, "okayyyyy... whatever you say, sweetie."

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sanspuppet · 4 months

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OMG 4 and 14 with Mingi i– his thighs are just so ughhhhhh {insert struggle emoji}

4_ “Why don’t we film it?” 14_ “Go on. Ride my thigh”

Mingi has always been a nice guy, but sometimes you noticed how addicted he is to the idea of you being his, his and only. He likes to let people know that you’re taken, so he doesn’t hesitate to be very touchy and close to you in public. The thing he likes the most, though, is to watch you getting desperate and whining on top of him, to see perfectly the effect he has on you, how little is enough for you to get over the edge because of him.

You’re both on your bed, your arms crossed around his tiny waist, as he strokes gently your hips. You suddenly sit on his left thigh, kissing him gently on his neckline, eventually biting, achieving from him soft, low pitched moans. Mingi giggles above you head, when a thought comes to his mind. He starts to rub his knee against your sensitive core. You whimper quietly, buring your face in the crook of his neck. “You like that, huh?” Mingi squeezes one of your tits to add more pleasure, despite the arousal in him is getting more noticeable as the fabric in the middle of is pants is adhering to his growing boner. Whines keep leaving your mouth as you rub yourself against his thigh, but you still want more, you want to feel more intense pleasure. “Take off your clothes, princess” Mingi whispers to you, his left hand caressing your side waist, while the other palms slowly his erection. You nod, raising your ass and dragging down your shorts, your naked breast popping out as he rips the top off of you. He breathes deeply next to your ear, groaning when he involuntary strokes his cockhead, sending him shivers through his body. “Why don’t we film it?” he smirks, sticking out his tongue before diving it inside your little mouth, that little mouth that always struggles not to choke on his big cock. You nod between the kiss, pulling out to take your phone from the nightstand, and give it to him. You wait a few seconds for him to open the camera and start recording as the flash points right on your pussy, accentuating the soaking mess you’re making. “Fuck, so wet for me, huh?” his finger slips easily into your cunt, stroking joyfully your folds as he enjoys to tease you, he pulls out not long after. Mingi nods, looking at the phone screen to make sure it was recording. “Go on. Ride my thigh” you don’t waste a second before riding his leg, pleased moans are booming inside the small bedroom as you feel your clit stroking his skin. “So hot, baby. Go faster for me now.” You know that’s unbelievable you’re already on your way to reach your orgasm. He chuckles when you gasp, once he wraps his bony fingers around your throat, focusing on the way your eyes roll as you can’t handle the overwhelming pleasure of rubbing your throbbing cunt against his knee. “Come on, princess. Cum so i can jerk off on this later.”

You take a dozens of seconds before feeling the knot in your stomach releasing aroused shivers down your legs. You moan loudly his name, while he grips harshly your thighs along with decisive spanks on your ass. “Look at you, so pretty. To whom does your pussy belong?” he questions, still recording when he focuses on your fucked out expression. “To you” you murmur before collapsing on his chest.

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ultralightpoe · 3 months

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Tiktok Trouble 3 - Jake Seresin

Authors Note: This had been sitting in my drafts for wayyyyy loo long and now that's it's out I feel terrible.

Word Count: 2742

Warnings: Hints at some steamy stuff but just fun other than that.

My MAIN Masterlist

Part One - - Part Two

(Thank you for the gif @unicornships )

Enjoy!

The first clip posted to his new tiktok account was an accident, one that remained nonetheless.

It starts with the camera swinging back and forth, picking up a conversation being had behind it as whoever was holding the phone swung their hands out to walk. Jakes voice rings out “I’ll have you know-“ before the clip ends and the next starts.

This time the camera is facing them and Jake is staring at the screen with narrowed eyes as Bob Floyd tries to explain it all.

“So I press this button?”

“Yes but it’s already recording.”

“How do you know it’s already recording?”

“Because the ring around the button?”

“What ring?”

“Oh. My. God.” Natasha laughs off camera. “You are so losing to your wife. Can I get her in the divorce? Honest question.”

“There will be no divorce!” Jake announces. “This park war ends in bloodshed.”

“You been watching that Viking show again?” Rooster asks, coming into view with a disappointed look as Jake shrugs.

“……yeah.”

- —-

COMMENTS:

“So pretty and still not a thought between those eyes.”

“I’m on moms side in the divorce.”

“You think he’s top or bottom?”

“bottom fs”

You were in your shared bedroom, reading some book you had gotten today as Jake works around the kitchen, not really knowing what to do with himself on his day off.

Then, like the genius he is, he realizes this would be the perfect time to prank you. So he starts setting up.

First he hides his phone on the glass cabinet, giving it a wink before connecting his iPad to the speaker and hiding the speaker in a cupboard.

He keeps the iPad close, beginning to peel potatoes before he yells loudly “Bubs! Can I get a hand?”

And though you don’t yell back he hears your feet pad along the floors until you hit the stairs and come rushing to him.

“Yeah?” You ask, moving to hug him from behind and kiss between his shoulder blades.

“Can you start prepping the steaks? I got the marinade ready, I just need you to prep em.” He hears you hum and give his back one more kiss before moving to the cupboard to grab the larger plates.

He quickly shoots out and hits play on the video he had pulled up.

The second you open the cupboard door a horrific scream rings out like a demon and you jump back quickly, screaming yourself as you dash to hide beside him.

Unable to help it he cackles, doubling over the counter at your scared face as you slowly piece together what just happened.

“No way.” You gasp.

“Uh huh. Got ya.” He smiles from ear to ear, winking.

“You’re dead Seresin.”

“Right back at ya, Seresin.”

COMMENTS:

“The way she runs to his side has me WEAK!”

“the kiss between his shoulder blades??? SHAHNDJTN

“Aw! Look who learned how to use a phone!”

Your retaliation comes 2 days later, at 3 am in the morning of course.

You had been tossing and turning all night when you got the idea, slipping from the bed to grab your phone and bringing it with you as you shuffle to Jakes side of the bed.

He was out, sleeping like the dead with his face shoved into the pillow and one arm tucked under it to keep it close while his other arm is spread to your side of the bed as if he was reaching for you even in sleep. The muscled expanse of his back is exposed, and the camera gets it all on flash as you lean forward to tap his skin softly and wake him up.

“Bubs. Bubs.” You whisper, sounding panicked which makes him blink groggily. “The laundry bird came and took the goat.”

“What?” He slurs, blinking so slowly you’re sure he’s going back to sleep.

“Bubs come on. The grim reaper broke the washer.”

“Fuck. Why?” He sounds so upset by the washer, even half asleep, you do your best to contain your laugh.

“The ladybugs are meeting and we gotta go greet them.”

“Okay..,.,” he moans, sitting up slightly, swiping at his face like he was actually getting ready to get up. “Okay.”

“We gotta hurry before the balloon hits the ocean floor.”

“Okay.” He sounds more determined now, sitting up. “Let’s go.”

Then, ever the loving wife you switch up quickly. “Why are you up? Go to sleep.”

“W-what?” He blinks, eyes half closed.

“You were sleep talking. Go back to bed.” You mutter, and he blinks before nodding.

“I’m sorry. Come lay with me.”

COMMENTS:

“He was so confused lmao.”

“Mans was fighting for his life in those blinks.”

“The switch up has me dead.”

“Aw. He said sorry to you like it was his fault.”

It was rare that Jake ate McDonald’s, he was raised southern charm style and his mother hated the company. Homemade meals and southern drawls were the way to go.

That being said there were days like today, both of you sweaty and irritated, and the only choice was McDonald’s. You both had been helping your parents move, which was stressful enough before you added the drama all your siblings brought to the table.

And though Jake never wanted to talk crap about your family today he was extremely frustrated with them, mostly how they all seemed to be treating you like dirt and he could see you beginning to crumble which always upset him.

He decided that you both needed a break as your brother began biting about an antique watch your father was trying to sell, claiming it should be his, and somehow someway it became your fault and a huge fight.

So Jake took you out of the house, planning on getting you both food before you got too hangry, only to get more frustrated by the fact that the only non expensive restaurant in the area was McDonalds. And neither of you were dressed, nor had time for the other places.

So you sat in silence while you ate and he could feel the anxiety and anger easing out of both of you, and when you went to the bathroom he figured it was time to lift the mood fully.

He took the lid off your cup, stabbing the straw into the sauce cups lid and shoving it all in your drink before making sure your lid was back to normal.

He filmed the process of course, and when you come back he claims to be checking emails from work as he films you hum softly before taking a big swig of your drink only to gag.

A small laigh breaks out as you laugh yourself, panicking a bit as another gag takes over.

“Don’t puke.” He laughs, and you cover your face before taking your napkin and sliding it along your tongue.

“Absolutely not. What was that?”

“No clue.” He laughs, and you roll your eyes but the smile on your face was ear to ear.

“That was disgusting.”

COMMENTS:

“The way he laughs while she gags out a lung has me cackling!”

“Not the Micky ds drink. Those are god tier.”

“He’s kind of impressing me with the pranks.”

Monday night is spent waiting for him to come home, still cranky with your weekend with your siblings and parents, sore and just not into life in general.

You tried reading through some of the comments on your guys’ videos but those didn’t seem to help, you tried reading but the book you were reading was at a standstill and when you tried to clean the bathroom the bleach made you nauseated.

Truth be told all you wanted was Jake.

But you were his wife, which meant it was your actual job to torture him. And today you decided you would be torturing him.

You hear his truck, filming yourself filling a spoon with salt and dipping it into the soup.

When he comes in you smile. “Come taste this!”

“How about I taste you….” He growls.

“No bubs. I’m making dinner.” You huff, and he smiles before slurping the entire spoon into his mouth.

He tries, he really does, blinking slowly before his face pinches up and he gags. He practically wretches, another gag falling from his lips as he leans over the sink to try and spit it out. Running the faucet and washing his mouth out the best he can. “Oh my god bubs,”

“It was that bad?” You ask, watching him.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to gag. I’m sorry bubs. I’m sorry.” He gags again, gulping down more water.

You start laughing then, practically keeling over as he keeps washing his mouth out.

“This…. This was a prank?” He sounds so betrayed that you feel a little bad laughing. “I….”

Then his face breaks into one of pure humor as he wheezes, laughing just as hard and moving closer to you until you are both wheezing in each other's faces. Just pure amusement.

“I can’t br…eathe!” You laugh and he presses his forehead to your shoulder as he holds his ribs.

- - - -

COMMENTS:

“Just two people wheezing in eachothers faces lmao.”

“I want what they have.”

“Is no one gonna talk about him eating her comment???? Srsly?!”

“Okay, so there is this couple on here right….” You start, staring at him. He keeps casting nervous looks to where your phone is set up to record you both. Like he was waiting for the prank.

“Yeah?”

“And they basically dressed up as eachother for this song. Like he wore her clothes and she wore his and-”

“I’m in.”

“Really? No arguing?”

“No. You’ve got that excited look in your eye and I cannot refuse.” He laughs and you can’t help but clap your hands and jump up to dash upstairs which makes him laugh and snatch the phone.

30 minutes later you both are trying to concentrate on making the video, Jake dressed in one of your dresses and barely managing to walk in the heels.

He is bent over, his hand on his knees as he laughs, the dress groaning at each movement. “I can’t…. Shit-“

You are no better, dressed in his military uniform as you try to keep standing, barely breathing as you laugh. “Who….. who said marriage would be boring?”

“My mother. On our wedding day. When she tried convince us not to get married!” He laughs at the memory, hand shooting out to catch you when you keel over from laughing.

“Okay. Okay let’s do this.” He clears his throat and stands straight. You both film the video and while you post it you begin compiling the behind the scenes which does indeed have a clip of him bending over and the dress completely ripping down the middle.

- - - -

COMMENTS:

“Great googly moogly.”

“His mom said what?????? Need a story time.”

“How many times did I watch this? Yes.”

- - - - - -

It’s during a shopping day when he gets the idea, after being dragged from store to store over and over again.

It was in the middle of a target when he decides to give you absolute hell, irritated by the fact that you were paying more attention to their lame bedding collections than him.

“Hey…. I’m gonna go…. Look at something.” He mutters, kissing your cheek and walking away as you hum out.

At first he shuffles through the men’s clothing section, getting nervous when a woman in lulu lemons gives him a wink as she shops for what he assumes is her husband. He dashes to the candles after that, sniffing at all of them before texting you “there’s a girl hitting on me in the candle section”.

He takes a screenshot of it for tiktok before setting up his phone to film, waiting patiently.

It takes you less than a minute, out of breath as you swing around the corner with a wild look. “Where?”

“She went that way?” He lies, pointing.

“I'm gonna kill her.” You snap, fixing your hair. “And why are you just standing in the candle section? This is where single men stand to get laid, slut.”

“What, back track-“

“It’s like the most basic rule of target.”

“There are dating rules for TARGET?!” He laughs.

“You really need to get with the program.” You laugh, smacking his butt before waltzing off.

He merely blinks at the camera in pure shock.

- - -

COMMENTS:

“Bahahahaha. I love her.”

“She came ready for a fight.”

“It is the most basic rule.”

“Girl was so stressed she didn’t even bother to smell a candle.”

- - - -

“Hey Jake?” You call, standing in the bathroom as the phone records from the counter a little hidden from sight. You keep your voice on the closer end of panicked.

You hear his phone shut off as he gets off the bed before he comes into sight with worried eyes. “What’s wrong Darlin?” He asks, reaching to rub your forehead in concern.

“I can’t get my tampon.” You mumble.

“Sorry?”

“I can’t get find my tampon.”

“What’s that mean?”

“It’s stuck.”

“Then pull it out.”

“I’ve tried.”

“Darlin’, doesn’t it have that like…. String?”

“It broke off. I need help.” His eyes widen, eyebrows shooting up quickly and his face going red as he blushes.

“O….okay.” He nods, rubbing the back of his neck.

“Yeah? You can help?”

“Anythin’ you need darlin’….” He mumbles, slapping his hands together. “Let’s do this.”

“You sure?”

“Y-yeah.” He nods. “I….. let’s do this.”

“Okay…. Good because this was a prank.” You laugh which makes him splutter.

“Oh thank Jesus, I was gettin’ panicked there. Not because it would be gross- but like- well I don’t know what the problem would be cause it’s not like we haven’ had period sex hundreds of times but- darlin’-“

“Jake Seresin is not a feminist everyone.” You laugh to the camera as he groans out.

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COMMENTS:

“He would do it. He would kill for her.”

“The way the southern accent comes out when he panics, lmao.”

- - - -

“Hey bubs! C’mere!” Jake calls, unscrewing the panel to the light from his spot on the step stool.

His phone was set up to film him as you come into the room yawning, loudly as you swipe your eyes. “Hey bubs. I just need you to grab-“

He shakes his body, making it look like he got electrocuted as you scream out, rushing forward to grab at his thighs and try to help.

“JAKE!” You scream, trying to pull him down. He starts laughing, hands covering his face as you breathe out.

“Oh. That was so…. Oh my god.”

“Oh bubs, you should have seen your face-“

“You’re sleeping on the couch tonight.” You snap, swiping the tears off your cheeks. “Wake me up from a nap just for that you son of a b-“

“Oh darlin’ no. I’m sorry.” He sighs.

“I hate you!”

- - - -

COMMENTS:

“Oh that one hurt me-“

“Someone is not getting laid tonight…. Or any night.”

- - - -

COMMENTS:

“Omg. Where did they go?”

“Did they die? Why haven’t they posted?”

“I misssss them!”

“Mom…. Dad…… where are you?”

“It’s been like 3 months. Come on.”

“She probably killed him after the electric prank.”

- - - -

After 3 months of not posting you both return with a video.

Life had been busy, with both of you moving because of his deployment and you having to find another job in the new space.

But things have settled a bit, now back with his “Top Gun” crew and the house almost completely unpacked.

You had been visiting his parents, and that’s where the video takes place.

His mom and dad both had headphones over their ears blasting music, and the game is to guess what Jake is saying as you record.

“You.” Jake says, laughing a bit.

“TO!” His dad guesses.

“You.”

“TOO!”

“You.”

“YOU!” He yells and Jake nods.

“Are going.”

“Are going!”

“To be.”

“TOBY!”

“To be.”

“TOGA!”

“To be.”

“TO BE!”

“Grandparents.”

“Gray PARROTS!”

“Grandparents.”

“PIRATES?”

“Parents”

“You are going to be grandparents.”

“You are going to be godparents?”

“Oh Jesus Paul!” His mom snaps, pulling the headphones off quickly with tears in her eyes as she dashes to hug you.

“Oh!” His dad smiles. “OH MY GOD! WERE GOING TO BE GRANDPARENTS!”

When he rushes to hug you both the headphones get caught and he trips up before landing in the group hug.

- - - -

COMMENTS:

“No. Freaking. Way!”

“Ugh.”

“I’m so happy for you guys!”

“Mom and dad fr fr.”

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spamgyu · 3 months

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If Mingyu’s get Oc’s flu? Will she take care of him? 👀

At this point, homegirl can admit her feelings xD

admit her feelings?? this is a slow burn babes. im going to make everyone suffer /laughs in evil/

JK.... but uh............. alright here's cute oc x mingyu crumbs

COLLEGE!Mingyu drabble – flus (again) and piggies

no bc college!mingyu as someone who lives down the hall from your dorm and you always run into him doing something questionable

[College!Mingyu Masterlist]

It's been days since she last seen him.

Not that she missed him. Definitely not that. No.

Never.

But she did have to admit that the absence of his presence, more importantly his pestering voice... was very evident.

At first, when she had first showed up back at their dorm building after spending nearly a week recovering from the nasty flu she had gotten from her roommate, she didn't pay any mind that Mingyu didn't seem to be lingering by her room.

He usually came by when she went away for a few days, ready to yap her ear off about all the things he had managed to get into whilst she was gone.

Maybe he was busy at the time.

But one day turned into three and there was still no sight of him. Not in the hallways, not in the library – hell, not even on campus.

And it wasn't like he was easy to miss – he towered over all his friends... and almost anyone around him. She can pick him out from a crowd within milliseconds.

Because he's tall.

Not because her eyes are searching for him. Definitely not that either.

Walking down to the end of the hall, Y/n lightly knocked on the wooden door.

"Come in."

Popping her head in, Y/n was ready to crack a joke about her life being much quieter since he hasn't been around; but instead the smile on her face fell.

He wasn't his typical chirpy self.

She was fully expecting him to greet her loudly the second he caught sight of her. Instead, he was under his covers – eyes sunken in, nose red from all the tissues he had use to get rid of his congestion.

"Oh my god, did I get you sick?" She gasped, walking over to his bedside – placing her hand on his forehead. Y/n instantly frowned, feeling the contrast of his body temperature to hers.

Mingyu slowly nodded, reaching into the half empty tissue box on his nightstand to blow his nose.

"I'm so sorry, dude."

"S'all good." He coughed into his elbow.

"I was beginning to think you were avoiding me."

Mingyu cracked a smile. "You missed me, huh?"

"Eh, a little." She shrugged.

The smile on his lips grew larger. "You missed me!?"

"Let's not get too crazy now." Y/n laughed softly, motioning for him to move his legs – taking a seat in the now available space at the foot of his bed. "Didn't realize how quiet my life was when you're not around. The silence was almost deafening."

"Aw."

"That wasn't supposed to be cute."

"I'll take it.'' He smiled.

"You craving anything?" She asked, scrolling through her phone.

"Health."

"I meant food," Y/n flashed him her screen that was opened up to the food delivery app. "Least I could do is get you dinner."

"Are you trying to woo me, Y/n?" He teased.

Typically, she would be rolling her eyes at him. But somehow, the action never came – simply letting out another laugh instead.

He was definitely growing on her.

"I'm trying to make up for getting you sick."

"Make it up by hanging out with me this weekend."

The two had yet to actually do anything outside of their school campuses – mostly because they were far too busy with their own friend groups, studies, and lives. Mingyu had made a handful of attempts to make plans with her, but all were sadly declined due to prior commitments and plans.

He found the perfect opportunity.

"You're literally a walking virus right now."

"Okay, next weekend."

"Maybe."

"I'll pay." He added.

"Are you trying to woo me, Mingyu?" Y/n narrowed her eyes, asking playfully.

"Are you being woo'd?" Mingyu matched her tone.

"Maybe."

Maybe?

Maybe?!?!

Mingyu had gotten accustomed to her no's and waving off all and any attempts of flirting, he couldn't help but be taken back by the sudden change of answer – blinking quickly as he tried to process the word that had left her lips.

"Maybe?"

"Do you not want me to be?" She asked slowly.

"No I do, just– you never played along before."

Y/n shrugged. "You're sick, I'll give in this one time."

"Will you also give in to possibly spending the rest of your day keeping me company?"

He was pushing his luck, but considering she was being far more pleasant than her usual playful catty attitude – he was going to push all the luck he could find.

"Only if you let me order you food."

Mingyu handed her one of the pillows next to him. "Make yourself comfortable."

Kicking off her Uggs, Y/n happily extended her leg out in front of her as she went back to ordering the promised meal – not bothering to scold Mingyu as he began playing with the loose threads at the hem of her sweatpants.

"I got you Pho."

"Sounds good." He hummed, sinking deeper into the mattress.

Y/n took this as a sign to settle in as well, taking the pillow he had given her and placing it behind her back. "Did you miss all your classes this week?"

"Yeah. I did some wor– Your toes are cold!" He cried once her feet made contact with his upper arm, moving away from her.

Wiggling her toes, Y/n let out a loud laugh. "These piggies?"

"Gross!" Mingyu laughed, pushing them away.

"Gross? I thought you liked me!"

She was joking. She didn't know if he actually did have feelings for her – it had been such a long running joke, what was the harm of playing along?

"I thought so too!"

He was joking as well. He found it cute.

He found every part of her cute.

From the way her nose scrunched when she laughed, to the way she always painted her toes orange because she claimed it looked like little Cheetos. Mingyu was completely and utterly in love with the girl.

He watched as she settled down from the laughter, humming as she scrolled through her phone – completely unfazed by his gaze.

Oh he was down so bad.

"Hey," He tapped her leg, catching her attention. "I do– I– hm... I was joking."

"About?"

"I do."

"What?" Tilting her head to the side.

God, she was adorable.

"Never mind." He shook his head. He'll have to try another time – when he wasn't sick and able put together an actual, coherent sentence. "Wake me up when the food gets here, yeah?"

"Sleep tight, piggy."

"Are you calling me a toe?"

"A cute toe."

"A toe." He deadpanned.

"A cute toe!" She pushed.

Mingyu chuckled, knowing that there was no winning.

It wasn't like he cared anyways.

She could tell him that he looked like a chewed gum stuck on the bottom of her shoe, and he would take it.

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for-ests · 13 days

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Suffocation: Gojo Satoru x Reader

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 Part 4 / (ao3) (wattpad) Warnings: Smut Wc: 5, 648 Summary: As you try and get your life together, the students and Gojo prepare a surprise for you. Once revealed, you call Gojo to your new bedroom as a thank you.

When Yuji woke up for coffee, the last thing he expected to see was his teacher passed out on the living room couch.

Blinking, he froze, beginning to tip-toe closer to Gojo.

“Itadori-” Megumi started calling loudly as he walked in.

“Shh!” Yuji lunged at Megumi to try to cover his mouth with one hand while simultaneously pointing urgently to the couch. Of course, they were about to play another prank when the opportunity had been given to them on a silver platter. Neither could remember the last time Gojo fell asleep anywhere but in his bedroom.

The students stealthily crept to the couch, peering over the top, only to fall completely silent. They found you cuddled underneath Gojo.

Had you actually fallen asleep like that? Yuji pondered. Gojo was practically suffocating you with how tight his hold was, both of your necks bent in discomforting ways and multiple limbs hanging off the couch. It seemed there was an attempt for a blanket, but it was folded onto the floor, no longer covering either of you.

Why were you there and not in your new room? Yuji was about to ask until he saw Megumi gesture to the coffee table, which had been moved from its usual spot. There was a half-drunk bottle of expensive scotch. The television was still on, only flashing the loading screen, and your phone and purse were on the floor.

Gojo got you drunk?

Megumi facepalmed, realizing at the same time.

“Sensei!” Yuji whisper-yelled, nudging a passed-out, practically snoring Gojo.

“Hmm?” He grumbled, shifting slightly, causing you to stir with an exhausted moan.

“Sensei did you get my sister drunk?” Yuji asked, tone more firm.

Gojo snapped his head up at the question, the blindfold almost ripping off. He then realized you were beside him, chest rising and falling in long, lazy breaths. Two half-drunken glasses of water were on the table, and some articles of clothing, along with your purse, were strewn across the floor. It looked worse than it was, as you were both still fully clothed.

If Gojo had his way, you would be in his bed, and neither of you would’ve been interrupted. But…some things were better to wait for.

“Huh,” Gojo whispered, looking confused. “I guess we passed out.”

Both of the students pretended not to notice the visible hickey on your neck, which became apparent from the way you were almost falling off the couch.

Before another reply could be rebutted, Nobara’s whistle echoed down the hallway, and she turned in, oblivious to the reason for the silence.

All three males turned toward her with wide eyes. She stopped abruptly, spotting you first, eyes scanning the suspicious environment left in disarray.

“Did you have sex with Yuji’s sister?” She rolled her eyes as if it was obvious and predictable.

“No!” Gojo jolted upright, scrooping you into him with one arm so you wouldn’t actually fall to the floor. “I swear on my clan for christ’s sake!”

That was what finally startled you awake. A gasp of annoyance left your lips, and then you groaned. There was too much noise and stifled giggles that were all too familiar. As your eyes opened, it took you a moment to realize that Gojo’s arms were wrapped around you. Your head turned from his flustered expression to your brother’s confused face, hovering right in your field of vision.

“Yuji?” You pushed yourself away from Gojo. Nobody said a word as you sat up, stretching your arms out and yawning. The light was a bit much, but nothing you couldn’t handle. After all, you had proven yourself worthy by outdrinking Gojo, and you would wake up gracefully. Your satisfaction quickly dissolved as you glanced at your brother with concern, seeming to overlook the evidence surrounding you.

Maybe you were still a bit drunk because it took you a moment to realize that you had, in fact, made out with Gojo on the couch last night. The blush didn’t reach your cheeks, though, because you were more focused on Yuji and what he needed.

“Did something happen?” You asked your brother when you received no reply.

“What happened is that you are sleeping with Gojo!” Nobara shouted, on the verge of laughing.

You glanced at Gojo, who was undoubtedly smirking beside you. His hair was fluffy and uncombed, his shirt practically twisting around his torso. Why did he look so smug and handsome?

An array of excuses was building up inside you, and so was the embarrassment. But as you stood up, blinking blearily, you turned back to your brother. “So nothing’s wrong?” You asked again for good measure.

Yuji shook his head, biting the inside of his cheek to stop the laugh bubbling in his throat. “No—um—I’m just surprised.”

You deflated at his words. “Thank God.”

“Just…” Megumi managed to speak. All he seemed was annoyed and inconvenienced. But even you noticed there was a teasing glimmer in his eyes. “Don’t do this again.”

“It smells like booze and Y/N’s perfume in here,” Nobara grumbled.

You tittered nervously, still somewhat unbalanced. Glancing around the common room, it finally registered how much of a mess you left it in. “I’m sorry, guys. It won’t happen again.”

“Awe, c’mon Y/N we had so much fun though!” Gojo whined, falling back and spreading out along the couch.

You shook your head in laughter, reaching down to throw the blanket back on the couch, aiming specifically for Gojo’s crotch. “How about I make you guys breakfast?” You suggested, ready for any distraction.

“Yes please!” All three students and one teacher replied in unison.

Yuji plucked the glass of stale water from the table and handed it to you. “Drink some water first,” he said.

Sighing, you took the glass from him and obeyed.

At least there was something easy you could do to mend things.

∘∙∘☾𖤓∘∙∘

Music emitted softly from a speaker on the counter as you slaved away in the kitchen. You tried your best to fry the eggs, season them correctly, and cook them until the yoke pooled over the rice and sausage.

The actions were simple, yet the gesture had never been done with such care. You were also surprised when the students helped set the table, when they helped wash the dishes, and when they all thanked you as you portioned the food onto their plates. Gojo lingered behind to finish cleaning the mess, insisting you eat with them while he took care of it.

The atmosphere was peaceful. You watched them inhale the food, savor the cooking, and swear it was godly compared to the cafeteria food they were accustomed to.

“It’s great, Y/N.” Gojo leaned in beside you, waving his chopsticks in front of your face, teasing, raising a clump of egg to his blindfold as he studied the flecks of pepper visible along the whites. “Should I make you the designated lunch lady?”

“Knock it off.” You rolled your eyes. It was a basic breakfast that anyone could make. But maybe they had been desperate for a home-cooked meal. Gojo definitely didn’t seem the type to cook much.

“He’s right, it’s awesome!” Yuji mumbled through a mouthful. “The sausage is juicy.”

“Close your mouth,” Megumi huffed under his breath.

“I want seconds!” Nobara cheered, seeming to eat more than all the boys combined.

The compliments ensued throughout the meal, and their gratitude lingered in your mind as you retreated to the library to make those much-needed phone calls back home. Gojo and the students quickly scattered, presumably for class and training.

Slumping onto a sofa, you pulled out your laptop. Your gut instinct assured you were making the right decision, but the hassle must be dealt with. You called your friends to update them on your location and promised to visit soon. Next was your workplace, where you formally quit. The conversations took hours, and as you glanced out the window, you saw the sun barely peeking above the horizon.

All that remained was your landlord. Your apartment was all that tied you back to the city, and your throat tightened as you called the leasing office. As it rang, you discerned the feelings of abandonment only rose out of fear. The end of your old life only promised new beginnings. A new, better life awaited you. No more frivolous paperwork to finish by a specific deadline or late nights cooped up by your apartment window with a mediocre view of Tokyo’s nightlife. No more loneliness, wishing for just an hour to nap under a cherry blossom tree, no more walking with your head down to ignore the curses that littered the streets.

Nothing seemed to matter about that city anyway, not since your parents died. There was nothing left for you there anymore. Though it was modest, what your heart had been searching for was now surrounding you, and you would be a fool to let it slip by.

“Hello?” Your landlord’s voice interrupted your spiraling thoughts.

“Yes, hi Mr. Tanaka. It’s Y/N from apartment 302. I just wanted to talk with you about terminating my lease early. I know there’s a few months left before renewal—”

“Y/N,” he interrupted you, but with a laugh. “Everything has already been taken care of.”

You paused in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“A gentleman and your brother stopped by a few hours ago and took care of the paperwork. Congratulations on your new teaching job! Tokyo Metropolitan is a prestigious university from what I’ve heard.”

“Oh!” You blinked. “Why, thank you." Your mind raced at the revelation. Why had nobody told you? What about all your things?

"Well, if everything's taken care of..."

“Yes, everything is settled, Y/N. Take care.” Then, your landlord hung up.

Flustered, you stuffed your laptop into your bag and rushed through the library and toward the dormitory. You were so confused and slightly afraid of what you would find.

As you entered the dormitory, you were shocked that nobody was around. There never seemed to be many, but it was utterly silent. Only the sound of your sneakers pattering against the wooden floors as you approached your door. Were they pulling a prank on you? There was no way they could do it all in a couple hours. Not when they had lessons and…

Turning the lock, what you found inside the makeshift apartment was all of your things from your old home, and all of the things Gojo purchased for you still sprawled across the bed. Tears immediately gathered in your eyes as you walked around and noticed your most cherished items. The picture frames, your record player, and all your albums. The closet was full of clothes, and your vanity was tucked away in the corner. You didn’t have much to begin with, but it was still overwhelming.

Approaching your bed, you saw your two most cherished pictures displayed by your lamp—both sets of your parents. You picked up one of them, and you saw younger you with your biological parents, your mother with a pregnant belly, and you flashing a joyful, toothless grin beside her.

Before you could stop them, a tear escaped your eye and splattered against the glass frame. It was beautiful, it was so kind. All of this was, and you were unsure if you deserved it. Nobody had ever done something like this for you.

“Guys… She’s crying?” You heard Nobara whisper nervously from somewhere in the hallway, followed by frantic shushing.

You turned around and saw the three students and Gojo emerging from their hiding spots. You began to cry harder, pressing the picture frame against your chest. “What-” You could barely speak, reaching up to wipe the tears on your cheek with the back of your hand.

“Do you not like it, Y/N?” Yuji approached you cautiously, frowning.

“N-no, that’s not it,” you assured, smiling through the gasps of attempted composure. "I love it, Yuji,” you sniffled, reaching out with one arm and pulling him into a hug. “Thank you so much,” you whispered into his hair.

He squeezed you back in return, and Nobara approached you with a tissue box.

“God, this is embarrassing.” You tittered, taking it from her and nodding with thanks. “How did you do all of this?”

“Obviously, I teleported everything here,” Gojo said with a confident flare, leaning against the door frame. “The kiddos organized everything for you.”

“Don't worry, Y/N, I was in charge of the clothes and makeup.” Nobara grinned proudly.

“Thank you,” you chuckled, giving her a genuine smile in return. "I don’t think the boys would know what to do with it anyway.” You glanced over to Megumi and Yuji. Even Megumi was smiling softly.

You walked over and set the picture frame and tissue box back down. It shocked you that they somehow read your mind and wasted no time making sure you were as comfortable there as possible—and you didn’t even have to ask.

“Well now that I’m free…” You sat down on the bed. “Did you guys wanna do anything?”

“We were gonna watch a movie if you want to join.” Megumi offered.

“A Jennifer Lawerence movie, specifically!” Yuji pumped his fists in excitement.

“Perfect, she’s one of my favorite actresses."

“No way!” Yuji gasped. “You definitely are my sister!”

Everyone laughed as Gojo ushered them out of your room, telling them to pick out the movie and make some popcorn. They rushed to the common room, seemingly racing for the best spot, some light bickering echoing down the hall. Smiling as you watched them, you suspected Gojo to linger behind. But as he began to turn around and follow, you meekly called out his name.

He stopped immediately, turning with an all-knowing smirk, his eyebrows raised in amusement.

“Come in and shut the door.”

“Oh?” He hummed, obeying your orders and letting the door click shut softly behind him. “You wanna show me how grateful you are?”

Gojo knew what he wished for wasn’t what you were referring to, but he couldn’t help but tease you. He loved making you flustered, and he wouldn’t lie that he’d been thinking of the way you moaned his name last night all fucking day. Making you happy had somehow become his top priority, and he was satisfied to see your tears of elation over his gesture.

He would take any form of thanks you wanted to give him.

You looked like an angel, even after crying. Even as you rolled your eyes, pushing yourself up from the bed, he was entranced and frozen, unsure of what you would do.

Glancing up at him briefly, you threw your arms around him. “Thank you,” you whispered against his chest. His arms encircled you in return, and his head rested on top of yours until you pulled away. You didn’t pull far, though, just enough to tilt your head up and find his lips.

Gojo kissed you back softly, and before you could part your lips, he dipped you down.

You squeaked in response at the sudden weightlessness, then giggled when he smoothly transitioned you into a twirl. His hand was on the small of your back, guiding you back into him as another kiss was shared between the two of you. It was filled with all the passion you could give, and you could feel your resistance dwindling away from the taste of him, his smell, and the way he held you.

A tender, innocent moment that made you suspect he was truly a romantic at heart. Of course, some part of Gojo had to be. Even if you didn't know everything about him, there were attributes you could decipher. Not just from what he'd already done for you, or how he treated you, but from the essence of his soul.

It all seemed too good to be true. And, of course, you would only be sure once you could view his soul yourself. But, his presence had demanded your attention at first glance. Your intuition fluttered, and you were so drawn to him that it felt like you would suffocate without him by your side.

You needed him. You needed to know everything about him and more. It was scary how deeply you were already intertwined with the sorcerer. It felt so innocent, so surprising, and genuine. But, there was another layer you craved to explore. And it was the feeling that jolted through your body as his hands caressed your hips, daring to reach lower.

Humming blissfully, your lips rested against the shell of his ear, exhaling hot against his neck, teasing him so much that he almost shivered. “What would you like as your prize?” You purred that fateful amorous question.

Gojo smirked at your sudden boldness, the innocence leaving his touch from the tone in your voice, seeming to grant him the access he was desperate for. He didn't need to say anything in reply, understanding your intent from the look in your eyes, half-lidded and hedonistic.

The kids were just down the hall, but... Gojo needed to indulge for a moment to feel you, a glimpse, a taste—anything you allowed.

"You are my prize," Gojo whispered, hands reaching out to paw at your ass, desperate to pull you closer, like an inch was too far and he was in a trance. "Anything you want to give me."

A foreign type of haziness overtook you as Gojo’s hands moved forward on your body, one hand brushing over your nipples that peaked through the tank top you were wearing. At the same time, the other dipped lower, finger curling around the hem of your pants.

“Just let me have a taste,” he grunted softly into the crook of your neck. His hard-on pressed into your thigh, just above the spot of you that was pulsating vehemently. “I’ll be quick, princess.”

“Gojo…” you gasped as he sucked lightly on your neck. And like the first time, your thighs instinctively squeezed together as all your desire pooled in the pit of your stomach. “I don’t know…”

“Yeah?” Gojo chuckled against the shell of your ear. The bashfulness you exuded was just too damn cute, even if your bodily reactions claimed otherwise. “If you’re sure,” he whispered, beginning to pull himself off you. “I just wanted to give you a present before my trip.”

His words didn’t fully register to you. Instead, you tugged him back down, mending your lips with his before he could tease you further.

“Shut up~” You pleaded, trying to kiss him again until you felt him shift, moving you backward and pressing you against the wall.

Gojo pinned you there, smirking to himself before reaching for your pants and pulling them down just below the curve of your ass. The sight of your underwear and what he craved to see underneath them caused his breath to quicken. All he could think about was kissing you again, and that's what he did.

"Are you sure?" He asked, peppering kisses across your jawline and down your neck. Anything to please you, anything for you to give him a chance.

"Y-Yes..." you whimpered under a hush. You couldn’t believe it was happening but refused to stop him. He was so rough and commanding with it, but he was also gentle and quiet. It only made you crave him more as he pulled your pants all the way down and waited for you to kick them aside.

Obeying, you tried to suppress your moans as you felt Gojo's hands trail down between your thighs. Hesitant at first, he beckoned you to spread your legs farther apart to give him access.

And once you did, you felt his finger flick softly against your clit, through your panties, before slowly teasing against the hemline of your underwear and pulling them aside. A low hum of approval left his lips at the sight of your core.

“Pretty girl,” Gojo whispered, beginning to rub your clit in slow, smooth circles, satisfied to know you didn't need a warm-up and that you wanted his touch just as severely. Feeling the dampness, he smirked before smashing his lips against yours. You kissed him back just as harshly, one of your legs lifting to wrap around his waist, bringing his core closer to yours. He ground into you once before his fingers pushed your panties aside, then spreading your lips apart.

The thought of him inside of you was enough to make you go crazy.

As if hearing your thoughts, he teased you with excruciatingly slow and gentle strokes.” So wet for me already~” He hummed as you slacked against him, trying your best to be quiet.

One of his fingers pushed inside of you.

“G-Gojo…” you whimpered.

“You know my name, princess,” he replied, shoving his finger deeper, curving it inside, and forcing you closer to him.

“Satoru,” you pleaded, flush against his toned body, his hands violating you completely. All you could think to do was paw at his building length. It was bigger than you suspected. You gripped him, almost falling to your knees. You wanted him so bad; you wanted all of him.

He inserted another finger, pumping them both out quickly, causing you to bite your lip. It felt so good, and you were so close already. It had been a long time since you’d been this intimate, been so ready to receive an orgasm.

One hand was supporting your waist, while the other fucked you dumb, your shoulders pressed against the wall, utterly helpless to his advances. He had you right where he wanted you, about to get you to cum from his fingers alone before he was the one that fell to his knees.

"H-hey!" You whined quietly in protest.

His tongue flickered out against your folds. You jolted with euphoria, staring down at the position you had put the most powerful sorcerer in.

Mouth against your pussy, as if he had done it before. one hand slapping over your mouth to stifle a moan. The other hand dug into his hair as he worked you well.

Sucking harshly, he finally moved both of his hands to cup your ass, forcing you harder against his mouth.

His tongue pried into you,

“Fuck,” you whimpered.

“Yeah?” He grunted against your core, “You like that?”

You nodded furiously as his tongue lapped against your clit, while his fingers pushed back inside, opening you wider, wanting to go deeper. He worked you well, worked your body until your thoughts were a mess, only focused on the rhythm of his fingers and tongue inside your most sensitive spot.

It was the fastest you had ever orgasmed in your life.

"Shit," Gojo groaned into your pussy, hands cupping your ass as he relished in your release. "Gonna have to clean you up, sweetheart."

Hand curling into his snowy locks, you pushed his head back. "Y-your turn," you managed to choke out once the pulsing in your ears subsided.

"My turn?" He cocked an amused eyebrow, standing back up to tower over you. It wasn't what he was expecting, after all, but the bulge in his pants refused to settle, and it was aching.

You couldn't remember the last time you orgasmed like that and if you ever had. Of course, you refused to tell Gojo, knowing it would only stroke his ego. Instead, you would stroke something else as a thank you.

The sinful part of you had taken over, and you were desperate to see what he had to offer. You could feel Gojo's eyes still lingering on your exposed figure as you lowered to your knees, lashes fluttering as you reached out to grasp his bulge, fingers playfully curling around the outline.

"Can you be as quick as me?" You asked with a titillating undertone, reaching to unbutton his pants, wondering if he would have the strength to stop you. There was no obligation to please him this way, but you desired to.

"Of course," Gojo inhaled erratically as you gripped the hem of his pants and tugged them down, along with his boxers underneath. His cock bounced in front of you, fully erect at the glimpse of you alone.

Your lips parted with surprise, feeling your core heat up at the sight of his entirety. His uniform hid his length well, and you suspected it was the main reason behind his overly confident attitude.

"You're so big," you sighed deeply, glancing up at him with a sparkle in your eyes before pressing your lips against his tip. Gojo sucked in a breath as your tongue swirled around slowly, before moving to the side. Your hot tongue licked incredibly slow, from the tip to his base,

And when you finally gained the courage to take his length in your mouth, Gojo threw his head back in a low-throated groan.

You pulled off him torturously slow at first, cheeks already flushing, smirking to yourself because you knew he was struggling to not thrust his hips into your mouth. Gojo already found a tight grip in your hair, tugging it softly and trying to keep his strength at bay.

In response, you hummed to let him know it was alright to handle you roughly, however he needed. You could sense he was holding back as he watched you, trying to be careful, in a trance as he watched his fantasy unfold.

The prospect and anticipation of Gojo actually fucking your mouth turned you on so much that you formed a pace, sucking harder and faster, wanting nothing more than for him to cum inside your mouth.

"That's it," he encouraged, his other hand scooping up the rest of your hair that threatened to get in the way. He was already so close but wanted to make this moment stretch just a minute longer, knowing the sight of you like this would be forever engrained in his memory.

"Fuck Y/N,” He drawled quietly. It felt incredible; you were so enchanting that Gojo knew you had bewitched him. Losing his willpower, he went against your pace and began to rut into your mouth, causing you to whimper against his girth. You pawed at his thighs, one hand curling around his shaft while he was still deep in your throat.

“So pretty on your knees for me,” he whispered, breathless. "Good girl."

You nodded desperately, tears poking at your eyelids. Gojo was so big; he was an entire man, the one you dreamed of when you thought of love, the one you wished you had saved yourself for. Once you had all of him, you knew no other man would compare.

A wave of euphoria washed over your entire body, and you realized you hadn’t been breathing in an attempt to stay quiet. Needing to take a breath, you popped your mouth off of him.

“Almost there,” he gasped, letting you take the breath you were feigning for before entering your mouth again. “Taking me so well,” He groaned in a whisper as you sucked harder, tongue swirling against his tip again before he went deeper.

His breathless moans motivated you to pleasure him further, and you let him have his way with you to reach his high. A minute passed as his gentle thrusts became sloppier, his fingers brushing through your hair and against your ears.

“Fuck,” he exhaled, leaning into you, his seed shooting across your tongue and down your throat. You moaned against him, eyelids fluttering with satisfaction as you finally tasted him. Once you swallowed, you glanced up at him timidly.

He cupped your chin, beckoning for you to look up at him. “Look at you~” he hummed, finger pulling against your lip. “You want me just as bad don’t you.”

How pretty and admired you felt on your knees for him. If only you could view the look in his eyes.

“So bad,” you practically whimpered from how he talked to you alone. You wanted his everything so bad but knew you could not stay silent.

Your reply caused Gojo to bite his lip. Did you realize how beautiful you were, how just the sound of your sensual tone made him grow hard again. He could fuck you all day if you let him. Oh, how badly he wanted that permission.

“Guys!” You heard Yuji’s voice echo from down the hall. “We’re gonna start the movie without you!”

Both you and Gojo tensed, and he immediately fumbled for his pants and pulled them back up.

Shakily, you stood up from your knees and wiped your mouth, trying not to laugh at his panicked movements. You quickly slid your leggings back on and combed through the snarl in your hair before turning to the door.

“One more minute Yuji!” You called back, glancing at Gojo with a smirk as you did so. “We’re talking about something important!”

He looked so smug, with his hand sheepishly scratching the back of his neck. The both of you wanted to do more, say more.

Yuji mumbled a defeated “Okayyy,” that was barely audible from inside your bedroom. You stared at Gojo momentarily, wondering what to say, how to break the ice or acknowledge what just happened.

But, Gojo only folded his arms and leaned against the wall where he had you pressed against only minutes before, looking as cocky as ever, probably still riding the high you granted him.

“What?” You huffed.

“Just wondering what I need to do.”

“To?”

“Have all of you.”

You immediately blushed, your thoughts becoming a stuttering mess. Trying to think of something clever, all you could seem to conjure was the truth, the most compelling piece of him that he was starving you of.

“I’ll need to see your eyes.”

“Why?” He grinned, clearly amused by how adamant you were.

You paused, tilting your head and accepting the dare, hand gripping the doorknob but waiting to turn it. “So I can look into them while you fuck me.”

Pushing himself off the wall, Gojo took one step before reaching you and pulling you back into his arms. Then, he cupped your face again. “Don’t say things like that,” he murmured, “Gonna make me do it right now, I don't care.”

“Satoru,” you chuckled, batting your eyelashes. “We can’t do that right now.”

“Please?” He groaned but accepted his defeat.

“We have a movie to watch!” You giggled, slapping his hands away in mock annoyance to finally open the door.

“I’m gonna have to sit on the opposite side of the room.” He pouted. “Definitely can’t be next to you.”

"You're insufferable," you replied with an eye roll, snatching his hand in yours and dragging him down the hallway. The sorcerer relented, chuckling as you did so.

He leaned down over your shoulder. "So insufferable that you had to suck me off?"

"Gojo!" You whisper-yelled, stopping in your tracks and trying to act menacing despite the flush in your cheeks. "Seriously?"

"Seriouslyyy," he bantered.

"If you don't pipe down, I will turn around, go back into my bedroom and you will never get a kiss down there again," you threatened, knowing you wouldn't be able to hide your embarrassment if the students figured out or even suspected anything about what just unfolded in your bedroom. God, you were embarrassed already, struggling to even look at him fully. How were you going to focus on this movie anyway?

"Fine, fine," Gojo sighed, pressing a quick kiss on your forehead before backing away. "You win. I'll sit all handsome on the other side of the room and pretend like I didn't give you the best—" He stopped himself, noticing the glare in your eyes and your crossed arms. There was a teasing undertone still, but he did not want to go overboard. You were clearly sheepish and just as confused as him, mind most likely swirling with hundreds of questions about what the hell was going on between the two of you. It was all Gojo could think about, and his default was to rile himself up more. But you weren't like that.

"Sorry, we can talk about it later."

You could not pretend that the notion and his words didn't make you feel better. Truthfully, you enjoyed his teasing. You enjoyed the way he talked with you. But it wasn't the time. Things were moving fast, and you had other responsibilities.

“Good,” you replied, giving him a satisfactory nod.

"Now, let's watch the fuck out of that movie," Gojo chuckled.

When you turned the corner and peeked into the room, Yuji smiled brightly at you. "Finally!"

"What took ya so long?" Nobara exasperated.

"I had to finish up some paperwork from the apartment," you replied smoothly, taking the open seat beside your brother. "Boring, big sister activities."

"She made me go back and grab her mail!" Gojo groaned, flopping like a child into the corner recliner. "Now, I'm zapped!"

The three students groaned in response to the dramatics.

"Gojo Sensei isn't gonna make it twenty minutes in," Yuji sighed, shaking his head.

"Has he ever finished a moive?" Megumi deadpanned.

"He'll wake up in the last ten minutes and then ask what he missed." Nobara rolled her eyes, reaching across Yuji to hand you a bowl of popcorn.

You couldn't help but snicker at their relentless complaints against their teacher. It was all in good fun, though, and everyone knew it.

As Yuji clapped his hands and started the movie, raving about how amazing it would be based on online reviews, you glanced at Gojo and then around the room. A warm feeling settled in your heart.

It felt like you had finally found a home. After being lost for so many years, feeling alone and misunderstood, harboring a secret that felt like a curse, relief was finally at your door.

Whether they knew or suspected your internal torment, they helped you in ways you couldn't find the words to express.

From that night onward, you brainstormed all the ways you could repay them in the future.

#gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #gojo satoru #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujustu kaisen #fanfiction

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iicha-0s · 5 months

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Demon | Jungkook×reader

A/N: hey guys! this one is something that I'd written back in April. I hope you guys enjoy it lmk if you have any suggestions! :D also adding THAT gif cause that jungkook really is a demon. he fr haunts my dreams XD

Tags: !jungkook and reader are a couple, !smut, !unprotected sex (stay safe!), !nicknames, !jungkook is a demon, !reader is a human, !cuddling, !fingering, !dry humping, !handjob (only a little), !nasty making out, !squirting, !cursing, !riding, !multiple orgasms

Rating: explicit/R18

you feel his arm snake around you from behind as he presses a kiss on your neck. the screen flashes with a ugly generic movie demon jumpscare, when you hear Jungkook chuckle behind you.

"is that what you humans think we demons look like?" He says and elbows the pillow on the couch while resting his head on his palm.

"well doesn't a demons true form actually look like that?" You look back at him.

"no we don't."

"how do you know?" You squint your eyes.

"because I've seen one~" He coes.

"can I see too?" You turn around slowly and face him.

"you sure you won't get scared?"

"mhm nope." You say popping the 'p' as he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear and smiles while looking at you smiling at him.

"you really wanna see?" He asks both of you still smiling at eachother.

"will you show him to me?" You wrap your arms around his neck and pulls him a little closer as he presses his lips against yours and wrapping his arms around your waist.

jungkook smiles in the kiss, looking down at you. he reaches for the backs of your thighs, lifting it and puts it over his own. his hands slide into his large shirt you were wearing with only your underwear underneath.

"I'll show you everything you wanna see, butterfly." He whispered as you couldn't hold back a smile as the pit of your stomach fluttered with excitement. you ran one hand through his dark hair before kissing him gently again.

he sat up, pulling you with him and placing you on his lap as his hands gripped at your thighs on both sides of him, leaning forward slightly as he began kissing you roughly. you whimpered feeling him nip at your bottom lip, tugging gently as he teased you. you couldn't help but grind your hips down into his lap, feeling how ready he was for you.

"You're so beautiful, baby." He whispered, touching his forehead to yours. you felt as he moved one hand between your legs, slipping your now soaked panties to the side before dipping his finger into your folds.

you let out a short gasp at the feeling. jungkook knew exactly how to touch you and make you feel better than you've ever felt.

the length of his middle finger traced light circle around your clit, sending a wave of chills over your body. he kept his eyes on yours as he picked up his pace and opened his mouth imitating your reactions to him touching you.

he slowly moved his fingers down to your entrance, swiftly pushing his middle and ring finger inside of you as his thumb found your clit once again. you let out a quiet moan at the feeling of being stretched so perfectly.

jungkook pumped his fingers in and out of you, making sure to curve them into your g-spot. he felt as you began to tighten around him.

"You gonna cum for me baby?"

"fuck yes!" you moaned in response, your orgasm building quickly as he fastens his pace a little more.

you felt the coil in your abdomen getting tighter and tighter, your face twisting into various expressions of pleasure. you started moving your hips against his fingers, gripping onto his shoulders to steady yourself. he groaned as he watched you, his cock twitching at the sight of you using him to get yourself off.

he curled his fingers right at your g-spot again as you throw your head back and moan loudly still moving your hips on his fingers. he moves his fingers faster inside you as you pant and moan.

"fffffuck!" you moan as you feel him fasten his pace even more causing you to squirt and your high crash through your body. your grip on jungkook tightened as you kept your head fallen backwards, your body shaking slightly every few seconds. once you had stopped clenching around him, he pulled out of you slowly, his fingers glistening with you.

he licked his fingers as you pant and stare at him while he stares back. once he was done you press your lips against his, reaching for the band of his joggers in the process. you pulled his cock from his pants, stroking his hard length every now and then as you kissed.

the kiss started out slow and sweet, but progressively got needier the more he slipped his tongue into your mouth. you picked up your pace on his cock, using the slick of his precum as lubricant.

"shit, baby." He groaned, bucking his hips into your hand softly.

still situated on his lap, you rose up just barely, shuffling forward enough to hover over his length. you slowly sunk down around him, bringing yourself up and down halfway a few times to tease the both of you.

he held onto your hips and suddenly pulled you down causing you to sink down around him completely. your jaw dropped open, but nothing came out.

"oh fuck." You heard the man beneath you groan.

jungkook tilted his head back, his lips parted as pleasure crossed his face. his Adam's apple moved slightly as his breathing increased.

he raised his head once more to look at you with sinful eyes. he shifted down in his seat a bit, causing a gasp to escape you as he readjusted his hips. you place your hands against his chest and start moving your hips, bring yourself up and down his cock slowly.

you leaned your chest flush against his as he pulls you closer by wrapping one arm around your waist. his lips find their way to your neck as he rocks your hips at a faster pace. he moves his other hand to your thigh and started thrusting upwards into you. you let out a whiny moan, unable to control your moans.

"you feel so fucking good." he growled against your neck and kept thrusting up into you whilst moving your hips against his.

"fuck I'm gonna cum." You panted, still bouncing against him as he fucked into you. you pulled back to look at him, both of you locking eyes.

"let me feel you, baby." Your body went stiff at his comment as your orgasm ripped through you, Jungkook still pounding into you.

he slows down a little to let you ride you high as you grip onto his shoulders panting. he moves his hands and pulls his shirt off of you, laying you down on the couch and hovering over you.

he takes off his shirt and joggers, taking hold of the backs of your thighs spreading your legs with his hand.

he then positions himself to your entrance and pushes himself in not giving you time to adjust and starts thrusting in you. you grip onto his shoulders moaning loudly while he thrusts into you. arching your back you dig your nails in his shoulders and back as he growls in your ear.

he places his hands next to your head increasing his speed. the sounds of skin slapping and your and his moans were filling the living room as your sweaty bodies stick to eahcother with every thrust.

he takes hold of your leg and pulls it up and over his shoulder, the other spread out too, while he continues to thrust harshly into you. your breasts bouncing with his every thrust as well as your whole body.

he stares at you as you open your eyes and look back into his. he smiles at you slyly causing you to break into a smile too as his eyes suddenly change causing his pupils to grow bigger and darker until they're covering his whole eyeballs.

you felt hypnotized and kept staring into them as you feel the muscle flex as he continues thrusting into you. you feel the whole aura around him change as it falls over you, wrapping around you tightly.

you keep staring into his eyes as you see black steam come out of his skin as he felt hotter than normal, under your touch.

"God fuck!" you moan and roll your eyes to the back of your head feeling a completely different and harsh wave of pleasure flood through you.

"the only God here rn is me, sweetheart. I'm your God." He whispers deeply in your ear as it causes your stomach to turn and moan again holding onto him tightly.

"fuck yes!"

"who am I baby?" He whispers.

"my God ugh! You're my God."

"thats it baby. thats right." He coes as you moan loudly throwing your head back as he mimics and opens his mouth over yours, both of your moans and breaths mingling with eachothers.

you moan uncontrollably as he keeps thrusting in you. you scratch his back while he supports himself on top of you with his forearms. you shut your eyes tightly as you were starting to see stars because of your high building up once again.

"I- im gonna- ffuckkk!"

"thats right, baby! cum with me!"

he thrusts harder and harder his thrusts soon start faltering here an there as his high approaches him. continuing to thrust into you mercilessly for a while, you both come at the same time moaning eachothers names. he thrusts a few more times before pulling out letting out a sigh in between his pants and looks down at you, his mess.

your hair messily laying over the pillow as some strands were sticking to your face and neck. you were sweaty every where as your skin shone because of it.

he leans down over you and presses pecks on your swollen lips his hands roaming over your body rubbing softly here and there while mumbling sweet nothings to you.

he places a kiss on your forehead while helping you wear his shirt again as he puts on his boxers and lies down next to you on the couch. the movie playing on the tv long forgotten as you turn to your side and snuggle into him.

you were laying on the inside resting your head on his chest as he had his arm wrapped around you while laying on his back both of you watching the movie. you unknowingly fall asleep in his arms as you shift a little and wrap your arms around his waist snuggling your head in his neck.

he looks down at you to see you falling asleep so he turns the tv off and wraps both of his arms around you falling asleep himself.

#bangtan #bts jeon jungkook #bts one shot #bts x reader #jungkook x reader #jungkook #jungkook smut #bts #bts army #jungkook oneshot #demon jungkook #jeon jungkook

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niki-phoria · 7 months

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Hey, it’s me again!

Haven’t been able to send requests for a while because of school and writing the fanfic, but can you do enha x tall!m!reader where enha wheres your clothes (like shirt or hoodie) and you asks “is that my shirt/hoodie?”

Thank u!

- 🕊️

⋆｡°✩ enha reaction - they wear your clothes

includes: masc reader, taller reader kinda implied, lots of fluff, mix of them stealing reader's clothes and him just giving them to enha, boyfriend/hyung used in niki's, written with male reader in mind

a/n: thank you for requesting !! i hope you like it :)) this idea was really cute and i'm actually really proud of a lot of these <33

likes, reblogs, comments, and feedback are always appreciated <33

⋆｡°✩ heeseung

you wrap your hand around the cup of iced coffee you had ordered for heeseung, occasionally sipping on your own drink as you patiently awaited the other man’s arrival. your eyes remain fixated on the door, watching as people continue to drift in and out of the small shop.

you’re about to reach over to grab your phone when the door is suddenly pushed open once again. you excitedly sit up in your seat as heeseung quickly scans the cafe before he spots you. he apologetically smiles as he wanders over to you, quickly sliding into the seat across from you.

“i’m so sorry, there was more traffic than i was expecting,” he says.

“it’s fine,” you say, handing one of the cups over to him. “i ordered your favourite.”

heeseung smiles brightly as he gratefully takes the cup from your hand. “you’re too good to me, y/n,” he murmurs.

you pause, reaching over to tug at the sleeve of his shirt. a soft smile tugs at the corners of your lips as your eyes scan the rest of his outfit - taking in the sight of your boyfriend wearing your clothing. “is this mine?”

“yeah,” he whispers. he raises a hand up to scratch at the back of his neck - a nervous habit. despite the black mask covering half of his face, you can still see the deep flush slowly spreading across his cheeks. “i hope you don’t mind. it reminded me of you.”

“of course not,” you chuckle, leaning down to press a fleeting kiss against his temple. “i’m more upset that you look better in my clothes than i do.”

“aish,” heeseung chuckles, playfully swatting at your shoulder. “come on. let’s go.”

⋆｡°✩ jay

a soft gasp escapes your lips when your phone begins loudly ringing from beside you. setting your work aside, you prop the device up against a nearby cup before swiping to answer the call.

“jay!” you smile brightly. an immediate feeling of comfort fills you at the sight of him, despite it being over a face-time call.

“hi love.” you watch as he sets his own phone against a nearby wall, showing off the extravagant hotel room he would be temporarily staying in. you squint, leaning in to look at jay’s clothing once again. he’s wearing a familiar oversized t-shirt - one that you had bought while shopping together only a few weeks before. one that had mysteriously gone missing when jay left for the tour.

a flustered smile tugs at the corners of your lips at the idea of jay wearing your clothes. jay cocks his head in confusion, momentarily glancing off screen before chuckling softly. “you know, whenever you notice something you start leaning in and squinting to confirm if you’re right. so, what did you find?”

“is that my shirt?”

jay glances down at his clothing for a second before glancing away from the camera. despite the somewhat low quality, you can see the way his cheeks flush slightly. “...maybe,” he mumbles.

“you’re so cute, jay,” you chuckle. “next time, come ask me before you leave. i’ll let you bring a few hoodies along too.”

jay turns back to face the camera, still softly smiling at you. despite the thin layer of makeup still coating his face you can just barely see the slowly deepening flush spreading across his cheeks. “really? you’d do that for me?”

“of course. i love you, jay.”

“i love you too, y/n.”

⋆｡°✩ jake

jake startles awake when a loud crack of lightning flashes, illuminating your previously dark room for a few seconds. a low roar of thunder is quick to follow; the murky clouds hanging around the sky all day finally making their presence known.

you sleepily push yourself to sit up, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. after a few seconds of momentary confusion, you reach out to grab your phone from your coffee table. “did we fall asleep?” jake asks, leaning over your shoulder.

“i guess so,” you murmur. “it wasn’t supposed to storm until later.”

jake stands up, wandering over to push the blinds of your window open. overwhelming droplets of rain roll down the glass, pooling on the concrete sidewalk below in the beginning of a small flood. the outside world is coated in a thick layer of distortion blocking the view. “maybe i should call my manager.”

you nod. “i don’t want you going out until the storm lets up. i’ll go get you a change of clothes.” he hums in agreement before retreating back into the living room. you jog into your bedroom to grab a change of clothes before handing them to him.

jake emerges from your bathroom a few minutes later with a flustered smile. your t-shirt hangs loosely around jake’s frame; your sweatpants occasionally drag against the floor with each step he takes. “how do i look?” he asks, joking twirling around.

“incredible,” you smile. he wanders back over to the couch before leaning back against your chest. you wrap your arms around his waist with a soft smile. “like always.”

⋆｡°✩ sunghoon

your concerned gaze falls towards sunghoon once again, watching as he uncomfortably rubs his hands against the exposed skin of his forearms in a poor attempt to warm himself up. even from a distance you can see the goosebumps arising along his bare skin and the shivers occasionally racking their way through his body.

“excuse me,” you mumble, momentarily slipping away from your conversation and wandering towards his side. sunghoon smiles softly when you approach.

your eyebrows furrow in concern when you notice his hands are slowly becoming red from the prolonged exposure to the cold. “you’re shivering,” you mumble, wrapping his hands between the fabric of your sleeves. despite the uncomfortable feeling of his cool skin pressed against yours, you begin rubbing your hands together in an attempt to warm him up. “i thought i reminded you to bring a jacket.”

“i meant to, but niki asked to borrow mine,” sunghoon sheepishly smiles. true to his word, the younger boy is wearing a large white hoodie you recognize seeing in his closet before.

turning your attention back to sunghoon, you release his hands in favor of wrapping your arms around his waist. the streetlights above cast just enough light to expose his flushed cheeks.

you silently slip your arms out of the sleeves of your own hoodie before tugging the fabric off entirely. sunghoon watches in confusion for a second as you readjust it before gently pushing it down over his head. “what are you doing?” he chuckles, though he slips his arms into the sleeves nonetheless; a furious blush spreads across his cheeks.

you lean in to press a chaste kiss against his flushed face. “you were cold,” you simply shrug.

⋆｡°✩ sunoo

from your position laying back against the couch, you open your arms widely for sunoo to stumble into. he lets a tired sigh escape his lips as he collapses against your body.

“i missed you,” sunoo tiredly mumbles.

“i missed you too, honey,” you smile, leaning down to press a kiss against his forehead. “how was the show?”

“it was good.” sunoo pushes himself up slightly so he’s looking up at you. “milan was gorgeous.”

“i know,” you chuckle. “thank you for all of the pictures.”

sunoo shifts slightly so his arms are fully wrapped around your torso, keeping you trapped against the couch. “i bought a new pair of jeans earlier.”

“really?” he hums. you move your hand underneath his chin, tilting his face up slightly. a teasing smile tugs at the corners of your lips. “will you model them for me?” he playfully swats at your shoulder, complaints falling from his lips for a few seconds before he stands up nonetheless. you eagerly follow his lead, adjusting your position on the couch to sit up fully.

sunoo twirls around your living room, showing off the boot-cut blue jeans. “wow!” you cheer, applauding for your boyfriend. “you’re so handsome!”

he chuckles at the praise, hiding his face behind his hand as he walks back over to stand in front of you. you cock your head in confusion for a moment before reaching up to tug at the sleeve of his hoodie. “is this mine?”

“it reminded me of you,” sunoo sheepishly smiles. “i hope you don’t mind.”

“of course not,” you smile, tugging him back down into a hug. “i love it when you wear my clothes.”

⋆｡°✩ jungwon

a soft yawn escapes your lips as you sleepily stumble out of your shared bedroom as you make your way towards the kitchen. jungwon stands at the countertop still in the middle of preparing breakfast for the two of you. an oversized hoodie hangs loosely around his frame. the sleeves have been pushed up to pool around his elbows; eyes flickering between the bowl of pancake batter and the instructions on the box.

your lips quirk upwards into a soft smile as you lean back against the wall to admire your boyfriend. his hair is still disheveled from sleep - strands sticking up at odd angles and occasionally falling into his face.

a few minutes pass before you push off of the wall, wandering into the kitchen and wrapping your arms around jungwon’s waist. he startles slightly at the unexpected feeling before relaxing against your touch. “good morning jagi.”

you hum in acknowledgement, leaning your body weight against his back. your hands slip underneath the thick fabric to rest against jungwon’s hips; an amused smile tugging at your lips. “is this my hoodie?”

jungwon lowers his head down slightly in an attempt to hide his flushed cheeks. you lean in so strands of your hair brush against the exposed skin of his neck, making him chuckle at the ticklish feeling. your lips just barely brush against his skin, sending shivers down his spine. you press a final kiss against his cheek before resting your head against the crook of his shoulder.

“keep it,” you whisper. “it looks better on you anyways.”

⋆｡°✩ niki

“did you ask heeseung-hyung if you can stay over?” you ask, stretching your body out beside niki.

“heeseung-hyung and my manager,” he nods, momentarily setting his phone aside. “do you mind if i borrow some clothes? i forgot to bring any of mine.”

“of course not.” you push yourself to sit up, quickly rummaging through your closet for a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt for niki to change into. he accepts the clothing with a grateful smile before disappearing into your bathroom for a few minutes.

you poorly stifle a small chuckle under your breath when niki emerges from your bathroom, now wearing a pair of your sweatpants and one of your t-shirts. the fabric hangs loosely off of his shoulders; the fabric stopping around his thighs.

“what’s so funny?” he asks, stalking over towards you.

“nothing,” you say, shaking your head slightly. niki waits for you to turn your attention away from him before pouncing onto you. he pins your body against the bed; his hands trailing to your sides before he mercilessly begins trailing his fingers against the most sensitive parts of your body.

“niki!” you yell. your body racks with laughter as you squirm underneath him.

“what was so funny?” he repeats, a smile tugging at his own lips.

“okay, okay, i’ll tell you!” niki relents, though his hands remain resting against your hips - ready to attack at any moment. “you just look really short in my clothes,” you chuckle.

niki lets out a faux offended gasp, bringing a hand up to press against his heart. “short!” he repeats. “i can’t believe you! my own boyfriend!”

“okay, okay, don’t be a baby about it,” you chuckle, playfully pushing him to lay down beside you. niki smiles when you lean in, catching his lips against yours in a sweet kiss. “i still love you. short or not.”

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sariahsue · 4 months

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Wherefore Art Thou My(stery) Lady

When a failed attempt to let Chat Noir down easy ends with Ladybug learning his name, she does what any lovesick teenager would do: teases him mercilessly. Ch 1

Chapter Two

Plagg wasn't very encouraging when Adrien flopped onto the bed after patrol.

“What do you think?” Adrien asked him as he handed over a wedge of cheese.

“Eh,” Plagg said through a full mouth. One crumb escaped and bounced onto the carpet. “She'll probably say something about it the next time you see her. Nothing you can do about it until then.”

“That was helpful,” he said as sarcastically as he could.

“You're very welcome! I'm glad you finally appreciate all I do for you.”

Adrien climbed into bed, still fully dressed, and pulled the blankets over his head. Plagg's reaction was a good sign, right? If Ladybug was about to turn him down again, Plagg would try to comfort him, so that meant her reaction had been a good thing? Right? Or maybe Plagg didn't know either. Adrien buried his head beneath his pillow and tried, unsuccessfully, to get some sleep.

He tossed and turned as bright moonlight poured in through his windows. He was too restless to sleep. Not knowing was driving him crazy. Twice he got up, determined to at least run another patrol if he was going to be awake anyway. But Plagg hid both times, so there was nothing he could do except crawl back under his covers and wait for the sleep that wouldn't come.

When he got out his phone to check the time, Plagg grumbled loudly about the light from where he was perched on Adrien's pillow and threatened to hide again. Two hours. He'd been home for two hours already. What was Ladybug doing? Was she sleeping peacefully? Was she planning how she was going to let him down easily?

He was about to put the phone away when he got a text message from an unfamiliar number.

??? – I can't believe this! It's so obvious!

That sounded like the middle of someone’s conversation.

Adrien – I think you have the wrong number. ??? – Sorry, Adrien. I hope I'm not waking you up, but I really have to talk to you.

Okay, so it was the right number. This was hopefully someone he knew. But why didn't he have their phone number if they had his?

Adrien – Okay... Who is this? What's obvious? ??? – That you're Adrien! I can't believe I didn't see it before! ??? – Or should I say Ch--

His heart flipped. Someone knew his secret. They were going to blackmail him, and he was the perfect target.

??? – Wait. Are you alone? There's no one reading over your shoulder, right? Adrien – Who is this? ??? – Wait. ??? – Don't you have me in your contacts already? Adrien – Noooo?

“Plagg,” he hissed. Plagg didn’t respond, still fast asleep. His mind was racing. He should know who this was, which was a good sign. And they didn’t want to leak his identity, at least not immediately. That– that was also a good sign, right? His hands were sweaty on his phone from clutching it so hard.

Adrien – Who are you? ??? – Wow. ??? – I had to psych myself up all night for this stupid text. ??? – And I didn't even manage to give you my secret identity like I'd planned on.

There was a gasp, and it took him a second to realize it was his. Secret identity? It couldn't be.

??? – That's what happens when I take the coward's way! I could have just come over. ??? – But I had it all planned out. You’d know I knew who you were, and my real name would be right there in your contacts, and I wouldn’t have to confess anything to your face. ??? – It was going to be great, Adrien!

Another three dots appeared. She wasn’t done talking to him yet.

??? – I probably kept you up worrying. I'm sorry. I should have said something immediately. ??? – I'm probably not making sense right now either. Sorry.

The messages flashed across the screen at an impressive speed. Adrien didn't even try to answer them. Was that really Ladybug? It had to be. And she knew who he was, which meant that he'd really been the “other” boy after all. The dread he’d felt all night was replaced with tingling anticipation.

He had to check.

Adrien – My Lady? ??? – Hey, Kitty. ??? – ❤️

“Plagg!” he yelled. That got the kwami’s attention.

“Seriously, kid? I'm trying to sleep!”

“Look! Look look look! She loves me!” He thrust the phone in the kwami's face, but Plagg howled and flew off, yelling something about teenagers and idiots.

Adrien – I love you! So who are you really?!

He added a name to her contact while he waited for her response. The despair that had been pressing on him for days had completely evaporated in seconds. He wasn't even tired anymore. He was the boy!

Before she was able to type a response, he’d changed her contact name. Her response left him baffled.

My Lady – … My Lady – …

He stared at the two ellipses. Maybe… he shouldn’t have asked her for her name so quickly. Was she too nervous to tell him? Did she not want to at all?

Adrien – What’s wrong? My Lady – You don't know who I am yet. Hmmm... Adrien – Ladybug? My Lady – There are possibilities now. Adrien – Yeah, like the possibility of me asking you out. Probability, 100%. What do you say? My Lady – I was talking about the possibility of me teasing you. Probability, 200%. My Lady – Also, yes. I would love to! Adrien – Really?!

He wasn't entirely sure he was awake at this point. It seemed much more likely that he'd fallen asleep and was having a very strange dream in which Ladybug was admitting her feelings for him. (It wouldn't have been the first time he'd had one, but they’d never involved texting before.)

The rest of the house was dark and quiet, but his phone screen lit up again.

My Lady – Really! But– Adrien – !!! My Lady – You have to guess who I am first. Adrien – That's not fair! My Lady – :p My Lady – I'm someone you know from school. There's your only hint. Good night! My Lady – And for the record, I love you too.

She didn't text again. (If this wasn’t a dream and that message was still on his phone in the morning, he was going to print it out and frame it.)

He read through the whole conversation once again. There was one hint that she hadn't realized she'd given him. They were close enough to have each other's phone numbers, and close enough that she was surprised he didn't have hers. He was supposed to have it already.

She was so much closer than he'd ever realized.

Ch 3

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Author’s note: It is important for you to know that I started this story years and years ago. Like, season one or two is when I had the idea. She got the phone number from Alya, but we didn’t see her talking on the phone with Adrien until after I started writing. So she had his number but he didn’t have hers!

@mlbigbang

#miraculous #miraculous ladybug #ml #love square #fanfiction

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hornyfor-redacted-onmain · 2 months

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Finally Together

Pieces of My Heart - Chapter 12 Stray Kids OT8 x reader, Soulmate AU

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The lights were off when you sneaked out of the bedroom, tiptoeing your way down the halls. The lights from the tv were the only thing allowing you to see the dark shadowed shapes sprawled across the couch and floor, and while you didn’t recognize the movie, the sound was loud enough to cover up the sound of your footsteps and it held the attention of everyone except Chan, who watched you from the armchair where he sat.

He flashed you a grin as you slowly moved towards the back of the couch, ducking down when something bright flashed on screen and lit up the room. From behind the couch, you heard someone shift, but nobody peeked over the couch so you assumed you were in the clear.

You stayed there for a moment, your stomach twisting in a combination of nervousness and excitement. You peeked your head back over the couch, only to find your face an inch away from the back of someone’s head, and you blinked. You turned your gaze to the side, towards the end of the couch. Jisung was leaning up against the armrest, Felix sitting on the ground below him, his head resting against Jisung’s legs. Next to Jisung was Hyunjin, and none of them were looking at you.

Safe.

Changbin, the owner of the head in front of you, was sitting next to what you thought might have been Jeongin, but you couldn’t be sure since his face was pressed against his fist. From your angle you couldn’t see the other two, but your thread told you they were on the floor in front of the couch, hidden by Changbin’s frame.

Feeling particularly mischievous, you quietly blew on Changbin’s ear, but he just tilted his head. You bit on your tongue to keep from laughing, and did it again. This time, he reached out to rub at his ear, but still didn’t look.

Chan let out a short laugh he disguised as a cough.

You rolled your eyes at him, and then decided to go a step farther. You slowly shuffled a step to the side while keeping a close eye on the people on the couch to see if they would notice the movement out of the corner of their eyes, but they were enthralled with the movie.

Hyunjin had an arm leaning against the back of the couch, so you reached over and touched his finger. He let out a smile, probably thinking it was Changbin, so you decided to reach out with your hand and slide your palm over his hand and towards his palm.

“Yah, Hyung-“

You gripped his arm tightly, and pulled.

It just so happened that the universe had the best comedic timing ever, because at the very moment you pulled Hyunjin’s arm, something banged loudly on screen, and the combined effect of the loud noise and the harsh movement caused Hyunjin to scream.

Loud.

Hyunjin yanked his arm away so hard he fell over into Jisung’s lap, which then caused the young rapper to yelp in surprise. Either Hyunjin or Jisung knocked Felix over, and he let out a noise of annoyance, but he was cut off by Hyunjin’s gasp of surprise as he spotted you, and then he was yelling again. If the others hadn’t been clued in by Hyunjin’s scream, they definitely looked when the blond dancer was throwing himself over the back of the couch and into your arms with a yell of your name.

The sound of the movie was immediately drowned out by yells of your names and confused yells from those who had yet to spot you. Hyunjin squished you against him tightly.

“When did you get here?!!!” He cried, in Korean. You were once again proud at the fact that you understood him.

Someone hugged you from behind, and you couldn’t tell who it was because the overlap of voices coupled with your face pressed in Hyunjin’s chest made it hard to tell where everyone was. A second pair of arms joined in holding you, and then another pair appeared around Hyunjin.

You didn’t expect the sudden welling up of tears as you were overwhelmed with feelings of love and relief at being surrounded by your boys.

“Shit, are they crying?”

“Yah, what did you do?!”

“I didn’t do anything!”

You let out a wet laugh, pushing your face back into Hyunjin’s shirt and shamelessly wiping your tears and snot on him.

“I’m okay,” You told them, and then you repeated it in Korean. “I’m okay.”

“They’re just happy to see you,” Chan told the others, and you lifted your head to try and catch a glimpse of him. He was standing next to the couch, watching the group with soft eyes.

You felt warm and loved. Although, a little too warm. The combined body heat of who knows how many men was making you uncomfortable, and you wiggled in their grip. Your elbow accidentally hit the side of the person behind you, and Minho let out a grunt at the impact.

You tilted your head to the side and beamed at him. “Sorry.”

“It’s okay,” He reassured you, and finally let you go.

While Hyunjin didn’t want to move away from you, his hold was loose enough that you wiggled out of it, to the complaint of the rest of the boys. You stood up, stretching out your legs from where you had been crouched, and Jisung pushed past Hyunjin to wrap his arms around your shoulder in another hug.

“Hey, I’m not going anywhere,” You reassured him.

“I missed you,” He argued, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. “So much. Don’t ever leave again.”

Minho sighed. “Jisung, give them some space-"

“It’s okay,” You reassured him.

You had a feeling that Jisung cared about the hug more than you cared about the extra warmth. Hyunjin seemed comfortable on the ground, staring at you with wide eyes and a wider smile, and Felix had taken to grilling Chan about your appearance.

“You could have said something!”

“Then it wouldn’t have been a surprise!”

You glanced to the other side, where Seungmin was filming you. You flipped him off, and he let out a laugh. Jeongin, still sitting on the couch behind you, gave you a beautiful smile when your eyes met. From next to Seungmin, Changbin was giving you heart eyes.

You felt shy under the combined gazes of your soulmates, gaze falling to the floor. “I’m happy to see all of you.”

Jisung squeezed you tighter. “I’m happy you’re here.”

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snippy-tano · 1 year

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Would you be willing to write something with captain rex? With a medic reader who saves him from a life threatening injury and he accidentally confesses feelings while doped up on painkillers? Thank you so much and I am a such a big fan of your writing. ❤❤

okay... this one kind of got away from me.

I'm not sure how it happened, but it ended up being longer than I expected it would be. Also, it ended up a little angsty. I normally don't do angst because it bums me out, but apparently I was in that mood when I wrote this.

but! fear not!

I am the queen of fluff and it does have fluff and a happy ending! so fear not dear readers!

I hope you like it!! :))))

[[also as a warning, obvi there's some talk about wounds and medical procedures, but nothing too in-depth. also, I am not a medical professional at all, so this is all just a guess from what I've seen on tv and the limited first aid knowledge I have. so take it with a grain of salt lol]]

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Beside Confessions

“Medic! We need a medic! Captain Rex is down!”

The moment the words crackled over your comm, it was like a bucket of ice cold water had been dumped over your head. Panic and dread gripped your heart and you blanked.

Almost immediately, you shook away the fear and allowed yourself to slip back into your role as a medic. You detached yourself from the situation emotionally and focused on what you did best.

You finished tying off a splint and jumped to your feet among the raging battle. You took off running, hitting your comm unit.

“I’m on my way. Where is he?” You yelled and you got a response almost immediately.

“Sending coordinates now!”

Your wrist datapad beeped and you hit the small screen, seeing a small red beacon appear. You adjusted your course and pushed yourself to run harder. The battle continued to rage a few streets over, but you were relieved to see that when you rounded the corner, there were no droids near where Rex had gone down.

You could see a few troopers sticking close, blasters raised. When they caught sight of you, you could practically see the relief in their postures.

You skidded to a halt beside him, dropping to your knees without thinking.

“What happened?” You gasped, throwing open your med kit to dig for a stim.

“He was covering Cable over there while he set some charges when a droideka came out of nowhere. No one saw it coming.” The trooper beside the Captain said. He was pressing hard on what looked like a leg wound.

You quickly did a scan of the Captain and found that he was in really bad shape.

You cursed under your breath before grabbing a stim and jabbing it into his neck. Rex stirred slightly, coughing. You leaned over him, tapping his chest.

“Captain? Captain, can you hear me?”

He coughed again before his eyes barely opened. “Yeah, I can hear you.” His voice was hoarse and tight from pain. You flashed a small light in his eyes, watching his pupils dilate.

“Did you hit your head?” You asked, speaking loudly and he shook his head once before wincing.

“No. Just my leg.”

Satisfied that you would be able to move him once you got him stable, you turned to the wound in his leg. The trooper was still pressing hard and you instructed him to continue to do so. You pulled out copious amounts of bandages from your medkit and a large bacta patch.

“I’m going to put this on his wound so I’ll need you to remove your hands. But once I put it on, go back to pressing against it as hard as you can. Okay?” You said, looking into the trooper’s eyes.

He gave you a firm nod and you counted down. He lifted and you placed a bandage on the large open wound. The trooper immediately replaced his hands, causing Rex to groan loudly. You set to work removing his thigh guard and cutting into his blacks to give you a more clear picture as to what you were dealing with.

There were two troopers currently watching for oncoming droids. You didn’t want to pull one of them away, but you didn’t have a choice.

“I need one of you to come help.” You called and both of them turned. One lowered his blaster and approached you, kneeling down beside you. “I’m going to have to spray the area with bacta to clean it before I stitch it up. I gave him a stim, which will help with the pain, but he will likely flinch, even if it’s involuntary. I need the both of you to make sure he doesn’t move.”

Both troopers nodded and you readied your supplies as they got into position.

“This is going to hurt a lot Captain.”

Rex let out a weak chuckle. “S’okay. Just do it.”

You made eye contact with both of the troopers who gave you another firm nod. You removed the bandage and began to spray the area generously with the bacta. As you expected, Rex flinched, crying out. But the troopers helping did what they were supposed to do and kept him from moving as you made sure there was no infection.

You did a quick scan and confirmed no infection remained. You were also able to confirm that no major arteries were damaged, which meant that once you patched him up, he shouldn’t have any internal bleeding. You gave another look to the two troopers as you readied the stitches and they both gave you another nod.

So you got to work.

By the time you had finished stitching him up, Rex had passed out from the pain. Which was probably the better alternative to remaining awake. You had one of the troopers call for a med evac while you covered the area with sterile bandages, fastening it to him. When you finished, you moved up to check his vitals again. His breathing was a little shallow, but his heart was steady and his pupils were still responsive to light.

For just a moment, you dropped your medic mask and looked down at him as he slept. You cursed at him for getting injured and wished that he was awake right now so you could give him a piece of your mind. You were so mad that he had gotten this injured. But at the same time you were relieved he was going to be okay, barring any other complications.

The thought of him dying sent your mind spiraling and you were quick to clamp down the thoughts and stop them. Now wasn’t the time for that.

Your thoughts were interrupted by the med evac arriving. Two medics jumped out of the ship carrying a board. You were quick to rattle off what had happened and what you had done as you helped them secure him to the board. They gave you a restocked medpack and promised to comm you when he was stable and recovering.

You watched the evac lift into the air and head for the Resolute.

You allowed yourself until you couldn’t see it anymore to worry. But as soon as it was beyond your field of vision, you turned around and looked out at the battlefield. One of the troopers from before had stuck around and you shared a look.

“Ready?” You asked and he nodded. Together you headed towards the sounds of blasters and cannons.

Your job as a medic was never fully done. Most times you were fine with that, but knowing that Rex was seriously injured had you wishing you could have stayed by his side aboard that transport.

You only hoped what you had done was enough.

It was after a few more hours of providing constant medical care to injured troopers that you were finally relieved of your post on the front-lines. You were ordered back to the Resolute to get some rest. You found an empty seat on a transport with some injured troopers and you found yourself checking on them and their wounds as you made the short trip from the surface back to the ship waiting in the upper atmosphere.

You assisted a few of them to the med bay, helping one limp along the halls. Your fellow medics were quick to take the trooper from you and you let out a deep, exhausted sigh as you stood in the middle of the medbay that was full of injured men.

You felt a touch at your elbow and jumped slightly, relaxing when you saw one of your fellow medics. They gave you a soft smile before pressing a wet wipe into your hands and nudging their head towards a bed in the corner of the medbay. You tried not to think about how it was obvious you were here to see the Captain, instead giving their arm a squeeze and heading to where they had motioned.

The curtains around the bed were drawn and you quietly pulled them apart to step inside, drawing them closed behind you.

Captain Rex looked a little better than the last time you had seen him.

He had some more color back in his face and his breathing was much more stable. You cleaned off your hands, pulled on some gloves, and took a peek at his wound. It was still an angry red and puffy, but it looked like it would heal nicely.

You discarded the gloves and then looked down at Rex. You reached forward and gently gripped his hand, giving it a small squeeze. He didn’t react. And you were okay with that.

You turned before slumping into the seat beside his bed with a huff.

All of the exhaustion from the day seemed to hit you at once and you found your eyes starting to grow heavy. You initially tried to fight it, wanting to be awake when Rex woke up, but your body had other ideas and before you knew it, you were out cold.

You’re not sure how much time had passed, but eventually you woke up. You took a deep breath, feeling some of your joints pop as you stretched. You rubbed your eyes before opening them fully to see that Rex was awake and watching you.

You swallowed, feeling your face warm slightly.

“How are you feeling? Can I get you anything?” You asked softly, standing up to approach him.

He watched you with a small smile before shaking his head. “No. I’m okay.”

You pressed your hand against his forehead, noting that he was warm, but that wasn’t out of the ordinary for clone troopers who tended to run on the warm side. You went to remove your hand only for Rex to catch it with his own.

You watched with wide eyes as he gripped your hand, entangling your fingers with his.

“You saved my life.”

You cleared your throat, looking down at your worn boots. “I did what any medic would have done. You should be thanking your men for helping me and keeping you alive until I got there.”

Rex gave your hand a squeeze and you looked back up at him.

He gave you another dopey smile that had your heart fluttering in your chest. You weren’t sure what was going on with him, but you didn’t think it was going to get any worse.

Turns out you should have guessed he would take it another step further.

“I like you.”

His words had you freezing.

He-

There-

He couldn’t have-

Your brain stopped working as you stumbled through your own thoughts. You looked at his IV drip and saw some pretty strong pain meds listed on one of the bags.

“You don’t mean that, it’s the pain meds talking.” You said, trying to pull your hand out of his and struggling.

For someone who was on death’s door four hours ago, he had remarkable grip strength.

“S’not that. I mean it.” Rex said and you shook your head.

“You don’t. You can’t. I’ll come and check on you once you’re off the pain meds.” You again tried to go, but Rex refused to let go. In fact, he gave your hand a tug and you stumbled closer, falling to sit on the small space on his bed not occupied by him.

He winced slightly at the movement of his leg, but his eyes fixed back on you immediately. He looked sad. “Why don’t you believe me?”

You felt your heart clench. “Because it’s the pain meds talking. There’s no way you’d say the same thing without them.”

His gaze fell to where his hands were clasped around yours.

“What if I do?” He asked softly and you looked up to meet his eyes. “What if I tell you the same thing when I’m out of the medbay? Will you believe me then?”

You took a shaky breath. “You’re not going to remember any of this to remember you need to tell me.”

You were absolutely dodging the question, but you hoped he would be high enough that he wouldn’t pick up on it.

“I will.” Rex said, sounding more sure than you had ever heard him sound. “I’ll remember and I’ll kiss you to prove it.”

Your heart hurt. It was hard enough knowing that he wouldn’t remember this and you would never progress beyond friends. It hurt to hear him sound so sure when you knew nothing would ever come of it.

You let out a shaky breath. “Alright Rex. If you remember, you do that.”

He smiled softly before his head sunk back against the pillow and he quietly fell back asleep. You looked down at your hand that was still clasped in his. You didn’t move at first, selfishly you wanted to enjoy this feeling for as long as you could, knowing you’d never get the chance again.

When you finally rose, pulling your hand from his, you brushed a stray tear from your cheek and headed out, the curtains surrounding his bed fluttering shut behind you.

It was better this way. You kept repeating to yourself.

If only you actually believed it.

A few rotations later, you had received word that Captain Rex was out of the medbay and cleared for light duty.

Part of you was relieved. It meant that he was healing well and would be back to his normal self. He had survived a gruesome injury and would live to fight another day. It allowed the vice that had gripped your heart since you first got the comm he was injured to slither away.

Another part of you was devastated because this meant that you would go back to your original relationship of casual friends. Every night you had dreamed about what Rex had told you, which made the news he was cleared for duty that much more painful. Hearing him say those words and then nothing coming of it was brutal and you didn’t wish it on anyone. You spent many nights after he was injured crying into your pillow; terrified of the thought that you almost lost him and devastated that you’d never get the chance to tell him how you really felt.

But you pushed down those feelings of disappointment and continued on with your job as a medic.

When you finished your shift, you headed for your quarters aboard the ship. You had been lucky to get your own. There was an odd number of civilian medics aboard the ship and you were the lucky one to get their own private quarters. If someone else joined, then you would likely have to share. But for now, you enjoyed the single room.

You rounded the corner to your quarters and stopped in your tracks, your boots squeaking against the durasteel floors.

Captain Rex was leaning against the wall outside of your quarters. He must have heard your boots because he turned at the sound, eyes fixing on you. He stood up straight, clearing his throat.

“Sorry to bother you, I was just hoping to speak with you for a moment. To thank you for saving my life.” He said and you could feel your heart shattering.

You took a breath and plastered a fake smile on your face as you approached and punched in the code to your room. “It’s no bother. Would you like some tea?”

You asked and he shook his head.

You gave him a nod before ducking your head and stepping inside your quarters. You heard him enter behind you and the door slink shut. To keep your mind busy, you began making yourself a cup of tea, turning on the small kettle you had.

“You don’t need to thank me.” You started. “I was just doing my job. Knowing that you recovered is enough thanks for me.”

He didn’t reply and you took another shaky breath as you picked up a mug.

Rex saying your name had you freezing, shoulders tensing.

His boots clicked against the floor as he approached and you didn’t dare turn around. As it turned out, you didn’t have to because Rex’s hands gently gripped your shoulders and turned you around. You didn’t even have time to react before he was leaning down, capturing your lips in a kiss that had your heart stop beating.

The sound of the mug that had been in your hands shattering at your feet didn’t seem to deter Rex, who only wrapped his arms around you, tugging you closer. The shock to your system was a big one, but you recovered quickly, letting your eyes close. He seemed to sense the moment you gave in because he pressed even closer, causing you to stumble a step.

Your back dug into the small table behind you, but you paid it no mind. You didn’t know where this was going, but you didn’t want to lose what may be your only chance to kiss the man you had grown to love with all your being. Rex seemed to have the same idea because he kissed you with a passion you hadn’t expected. It was as if he was also afraid this was going to be the only chance he had to taste you and wanted to make sure he memorized the feeling.

He pulled back abruptly, eyes opening to fix on your face. You sniffled and he raised one of his hands to brush away the tears that had fallen. He lifted his other hand and cradled your cheeks, softly smiling.

“I remembered.” He said and you let out a wet laugh. “I know you didn’t believe me then, but please believe me now when I say that I have feelings for you.”

You bit down on your lip, feeling your heart that had broken before slowly began to mend with the touch of Rex’s hands on your face. You nodded weakly and he brushed a thumb against your cheek.

“I can tell you still don’t quite believe me, but I promise you that I will prove it to you every day. And I will be thorough.” He said with a cheeky grin and you smiled, letting your head thump against his chest plate.

You released a breath, feeling him run a hand up and down your spine.

“Just don’t get hurt like that again and you’ve got a deal.” You whispered and he nudged your head for you to look up. You obliged.

“I can’t promise I won’t, but I do promise to do my best to return to you every day.” Rex said and you gave him a nod in agreement. He smiled at you and you returned it.

Rex was quick to lean back down and pressing his mouth once again against yours. Your heart was soaring and for the first time since you received that comm, you felt like the galaxy was lifted off your shoulders.

And with Rex by your side, you knew that everything would be okay.

#this one got away from me #but i didn't think you guys would mind #:)))))#don't forget to send me requests if you have any!#asks #askBri #rex x reader #captain rex x reader #captain rex/reader #clone x reader #captain rex #tcw #the clone wars #star wars #sw #sw: tcw

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nervousgardenerkid · 2 years

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Hello! I love your writing! Could you do a request of Steve Harrington and reader going to a football game and the kiss cam won’t leave them alone so eventually they kiss for the first time?

Kiss her you fool

a/n: im baaackk!! sorry i went MIA for a while, i just had a lot of things going on. i don't know much about football games cause i'm a baseball gal but i imagine it's slightly the same??😭😭i hope you enjoy what my brain came up with! happy reading and credit to the gif owner!

warnings: none! i decided to make this another modern au cause why not lol. no pronouns were used in this story so everyone can read! the title is just from a song and i thought it'd be fitting

Steve watched with excited eyes as you stood up to cheer as your team scored yet another touchdown. He knew what was going on, he just wasn't much of a football guy. Basketball was his favorite sport but he'd sit through a hundred football games if it meant he could see you acting like this.

“Did you see that touchdown, Steve?!”

He lets out a hum, his eyes falling back onto the field as he watches the grown men tackle each other and run to the person who has the ball. His brain tries to recall old memories of his father explaining the rules of football to him, but they're all coming up as a blur. Now, this wasn't his ideal first date but he saw how excited you for at school games so he figured your excitement would be times ten.

He was right. You stand out of your seat shouting curses at the referee as he made a call you and the fans didn't agree with.

“Fuck you, ref! My grandma is blind and could see that shit!”

Steve chuckles as he watches you slump into your seat fixing the hat that was resting on your head. Steve likes you a lot. He likes that you're not as nervous as he is, he admires that. People begin to stand from their seats going to get some more beer and food as the teams got ready for the next quarter.

“Hey, did you want some more food?” he asks you whole digging into his pocket for his card.

You shake your head, your lips leaving the water bottle he got you earlier.

“I'm fine. Hey, thanks for bringing me here by the way! I'm sure you'd rather come with your friends instead.”

Steve chuckles at the thought of him here with his friends. “Yeah, cause Dustin is a huge fan of sports.”

You giggle, gently nudging him with your shoulder. “You know what I mean, but this is an amazing first date!”

His smile gets wide. “Yeah?”

“Definitely! A great game and a cute guy? I'm the luckiest person in the world right now.”

Steve opens his mouth but stops when he hears the crowd start to cheer and clap loudly. His eyes drift to the huge screen displayed for the audience to see and his heart drops as the words kiss cam are flashing on the screen. As much as he'd love to kiss you, it wasn't ideal for him to do it with literally thousands of people watching.

The crowd lets out an awe as the camera pans over to a happy family, the parents kissing the baby’s cheeks causing her to smile and clap.

“I think I'm gonna get us some more food.” he nervously chuckles. He starts to stuff his phone in his pocket when you look over at him.

“Okay, I'll go with you!” you cheer out while standing up.

Steve begins to protest, assuring you that he can get the food himself when you gasp and point at the screen. The two of you are on there for the whole stadium to see and Steve feels like he has a giant target on his back. His face gets hot and he nervously hides his face behind his hands slowly sinking into the chair. You giggle and poke at his chest trying to get his attention back on you.

“Awe Steve! I didn't know you'd be so nervous!”

He shakes his head and peeks from behind his fingers letting out a groan when the camera is still on you two. You laugh and shake your head signaling the camera to find some other random couple.

Steve peeks once again, a sigh of relief leaving his body as the camera shows another couple.

“You know, if you didn't want to kiss me you could've said no.” you tease.

“It's not that I don't want to kiss you, I do. I just...not in front of the whole stadium. I mean, that guy got booed for kissing his girlfriend on the cheek!”

“To be fair, she did lean in for an actual kiss.”

“Yeah, poor girl.” Steve sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “Look, I want to kiss you, I'm just nervous. I really like you and first dates already make me nervous, but a first date with you? I'm surprised it hasn't gone up in flames yet! I mean, sure I accidentally parked in a handicapped spot but that officer was rude for no fucking reason and-”

“Steve,” you said while grabbing his face. “I'm nervous too.”

“You are?” he asked with his cheeks still squished.

“Of course I am! You're Steve Harrington, girls talk a big game when it comes to you.”

His cheeks heat underneath your touch and his eyes are on everything but you.

“‘M not like that anymore. You got the new and improved Steve.”

You hum. “Can new and improved Steve kiss me?”

“Yeah, yeah he can definitely do that.”

Suddenly everyone around you disappears and it's just you and Steve, and god his lips feel so fucking nice on yours. Hearing about how good Steve is at kissing is one thing, but now that you're experiencing it you're happy to say that the rumors are true. Steve Harrington is a damn good kisser. The way his hand holds the back of your neck is so gentle, but the hand that's gripping your hip trying to bring you closer is what makes the butterflies swarm in your tummy.

Steve gets annoyed with the armrest that separates you two and has you faced at a weird angle, so he swiftly moves you from your seat to his lap, smiling when he hears you gasp. You both pull away panting for air with hooded eyes and rosy cheeks.

“Damn, what's a woman gotta do to get kissed like that?” an older woman next to you mumbled to herself. Your eyes widen and you look around you to see everyone’s eyes on you.

“Looks like they got their kiss,” Steve mumbles while pointing at the big screen that has you both on there.

“HELL YEAH MAN! GET ALL ON THAT!” a man shouts while clapping his hands. The crowd starts to cheer and whistle at the two of you while you rush off of his lap and back into your seat. You hide your face in your hands and men cheer for Steve and pat his back or shoulders, and you try your hardest not to laugh when women are asking you if he has an older brother.

Steve turns to you with a bashful smile on his face and clears his throat.

“Look, I really like you. I'm not saying you have to be with me right after this date, we can go as slow as you'd like.”

His eyes fall to his hands, too nervous to look at you any longer.

“If I'm being honest I’d wait for fucking ever if it meant I could call you mine.”

“Keep talking like that Steve and I’ll be yours by the end of this game.” you say with a smile on your face and your hand resting in his. Steve opens his mouth to say something but stops when a high pitched voice interrupts him.

“Ugh, why can't you talk to me like that Harold?!”

“Samantha, I'm trying to watch the game.”

"You always watch the game!"

"God, I need another beer."

You and Steve turn to the arguing couple that sits behind you before you both turn back to each other.

“We should probably go get that food.” Steve said, holding back a chuckle.

“Yeah, yeah we should.”

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minhosbitterriver · 4 months

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ꖛ ꙳꯬ 🍷 i found a love for me 𓂅 ໋⋅

‧₊° pairing: sunghoon x female reader

‧₊° warnings: suggestive comment if you squint

‧₊° rating: 13+

‧₊° summary: in which sunghoon plans a little birthday celebration for you, whom he adores with his entire being.

「 other works by green 」

The sound of your keys jingling reached Sunghoon’s ears, triggering a series of panicked motions as he finished the final details of your birthday gift before he was caught. He quickly slipped onto the balcony, ensuring that the curtains were closed so that nothing was spoiled as his ears perked up at the sound of your bag being dumped onto the kitchen counter with an exhausted sigh.

“Hoonie?” He could hear you walk around the apartment in search of him, but remained as still and silent as he could. It was only a matter of time before you would walk into your shared bedroom and find the red dress he’d bought for you, surrounded by matching red rose petals scattered all over the room along with some balloons. “Oh—!”

Bingo, he smirked. Sunghoon wished he would have seen your reaction, but this would have to do for now. His patience grew thin as he waited for you to change into the silk material, though he should’ve expected to hear the shower turn on as soon as you realized he had something planned for you on your special day. He huffed half-heartedly as he plopped down onto one of the balcony chairs.

The starry night was chilly, though the heater he’d plugged in certainly helped keep the aesthetics intact. It was a small balcony, though nearly covered in plants and flowers you enjoyed caring for during your free time. There were lit candles on every available surface along with tiny fairy lights lining the ceiling which provided a romantic atmosphere when combined with the gorgeous view of the tranquil city. Dinner was also served, cooked by yours truly with the help of Jay (who quite frankly did most, if not all of the work). Finally, he’d brought a small radio that was connected to his phone via Bluetooth for when you arrived. He even went as far as to buy himself a really nice suit along with a button-up shirt to match your dress. This was a night Sunghoon had been planning for a little over a week now, so to say he was excited to spend this night with you would be a grave understatement.

At the mark of the hour, his phone rang — loudly — as your name flashed across the screen. He let it ring so that you may find your way to him easily, which didn’t take you long as you pulled the curtains apart and gasped at the sight.

Sunghoon had remained seated, though he had fixed his posture a bit for you, and an adoring smile adorned his lips while his eyes twinkled. He seemed to take a moment to take in the beauty that was you in the dress he’d gifted you, proud that it fit just like he’d imagined it would. He stood, towering over you as he opened his arms to pull you into him.

“Happy birthday, my rose.”

“Oh, Hoonie,” you gushed. “You didn’t have to do all of this for me, thank you.”

He smiled pridefully. “I know I didn’t, but I think you deserve all of this and more— it’s your day, after all.”

Despite the heels, you stood on your tip-toes for a loving peck, hands on his chest to steady yourself along with his hands holding your elbows gently.

“It’s beautiful, all of it.”

“I’m glad you like it.” He smiled, then signaled for you to take the same seat he’d occupied a moment prior and you happily obliged. “I made us some dinner.”

“By yourself?” You teased, dramatically raising an eyebrow. Sunghoon repeated your question in a nasal voice, rolling his eyes with a chuckle as you giggled.

“If you must know, Jay came over earlier to help me.”

“Ah,” you nodded. “I’ll thank him later, then.”

Sunghoon laughed sarcastically as he walked inside to bring out the food he’d prepared with his friend, placing everything on a beautiful silver tray that would soon rest on the small table between the two chairs. A bottle of wine was tucked into a small bucket filled halfway with ice to keep it cold. He decided to bring out the food first, smiling at your wide eyes and open mouth at the sight and scent of it all. Before joining you, though, he rushed back inside for the wine and the two empty glasses.

“You’ve really gone above and beyond, baby, it’s all so beautiful!”

You watched as your boyfriend popped the bottle of wine open, serving a decent amount for the two of you and you couldn’t help but feel almost dizzy with the amount of butterflies storming in your stomach. He was far too good for you, though this wasn’t new information.

Music began playing softly in the background before Sunghoon joined you as you consumed his thoughtful meal contentedly, practically having you melting with each bite. Small talk ensued in between mouthfuls as he told you about his morning at work, and you also shared with him about how your coworkers had sung to you during your lunch break — something Sunghoon knew made you deeply uncomfortable, but you were touched they’d remembered at all.

“Save space for desert, by the way,” warned Sunghoon as he set down his own plate. There was a good amount of leftovers, which he’d intended so you could have lunch to bring to work tomorrow.

“Desert too? You know I wouldn’t be able to resist even if I explode!”

He laughed at that. “I’m well aware, but you don’t think the night will end with just that now, do you?”

“Oh—!”

Sunghoon collected the silver tray and rushed inside before you could respond to that, ears burning. Instead of dwelling on the plans that involved you and your shared bed which was covered in balloons and rose petals, he focused on retrieving your custom-ordered birthday cake. A red heart to match tonight’s theme, chocolate flavored since it was your favorite. On the top was written: I will always love you, in white, cursive font. It came out perfect, and once again Sunghoon found himself giddy to see your reaction. Before he brought it out to you, though, he added a gold candle on the left side of the cake and lit it up.

Your heart skipped a beat as Sunghoon returned to you, a beautiful cake in one hand while the other protected the small candle’s flame. His melodious voice caressed your ears as he sang the birthday song to you, and although you disliked it when it was in front of a group of people, having him do it with only the stars as your witness made you fall in love all over again. The song ended too soon as he placed the cake on the table where the silver tray once rested.

“Make a wish,” he encouraged with the softest smile you’ve ever witnessed on him.

A beat barely passed before you blew the golden candle out with a large grin.

“Did you wish for something? That was fast.”

“I did, don’t worry.”

He hummed happily. “What did you wish for?”

“Hoonie, you’re not supposed to say!” You pouted cutely before standing up before him, kicking your heels off and extending your hand over to him. He hesitated for only a brief second before he followed your actions in slight confusion. “I just wished to be able to dance with you, right now.”

“You’ve just ruined the wish, though.” A light slap on the arm caused a low laugh to burst, and you couldn’t help but follow along as you waited for him to get into position. His laugh died down as his gaze met yours, watching you as though you had been the one to put all the stars in the sky yourself and if you were given the chance to do it, you would, if only to have him look at you like that forever.

The hand that wasn’t holding yours snaked around your waist, pulling you close enough for you to lay your head on his chest and listen to his heartbeat combined with the soft music playing in the background. The two of you swayed to the beat of an English song you adored.

I found a love for me

Darling, just dive right in, and follow my lead

Well, I found a girl, beautiful and sweet

“I love you.” Sunghoon’s voice was almost inaudible, you nearly missed it. You turned your head so that your chin rested on his chest, looking up at him with eyes you hoped would convey the intensity of your feelings for him, and by the way he smiled at you, he seemed to know.

word count: 1.4k 🍷 posted: 12 • 17 • 2023

💬 a note from green;

four days until my birthday 🎂

⨳ ko-fi ⨳

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juletheghoul · 2 years

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The Date

AN: It's wild to me, that whenever I have a writers block - the cure is inevitably to write a pussy-drunk Francisco Morales. This is a sequel to The Party, couldn't leave these two without another meeting. I'm trying to reintegrate myself onto tumblr and to continue to work on my many projects - quick thank you to my girl @wheresarizona for beta-ing this fever dream and for generally being supportive and amazing. Hope you enjoy xox.

Pairing; Frankie Morales x f!reader

Warnings; piv sex (wrap it up), swearing, dirty talk, Frankie eats pussy like the champion he is, let me know if I missed anything.

Word count; 2k

reblogs are appreciated

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It had been months since your interlude at the party Maureen had dragged you to, months since you’d let the gorgeous, married man fuck you in the back of his truck, and if you were honest with yourself - you never actually thought he’d follow through and call you. But he did.

He’d called.

It had happened a few months later, after a particularly rough day, and had you not brought your phone into the bathroom with you while you ran your bath, you might have missed it. It rang loudly as you shut off the water, your annoyed sigh melding with the sweet-smelling steam in the air at the thought that your overeager coworker might be calling you after hours.

The sigh turned into a gasp at the flash of his name across your screen, and that roller coaster feeling in your gut froze you in place; it almost made you miss the call.

“Hello?” Your voice echoed through the small room, accompanied by the steady drip of water into the warm bath.

“Hey-” His voice sent a shiver down your spine, the sound of it in your ear bringing your thoughts back to his truck with crystalline clarity.

“Hi-” You repeated the greeting, now with a smile on your face. “I’ll be honest - I never actually thought you’d call.” Your hand toyed with the towel on the counter.

“I didn’t actually think you’d answer.” He laughed, the sound rich and warm and so welcome. “I thought you might have forgotten about me, figured you’d deleted my number.”

“Does this call mean that you’re single?” The phone was cradled between your shoulder and your ear in order to begin disrobing - the bath water wouldn’t stay hot for long.

“Yes, finalized everything a couple of weeks ago.” You could hear keys jingling, and your thoughts brought you back to the truck again, the steam on the windows and the bruise you’d worn on your thigh for days. “Think you’d maybe want to grab dinner with me or something?” His tone suggested that those same memories followed him as well, and you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Yes, or something.” He laughed now, too, “How about Friday?” You shucked off your sweats as you spoke, eager to submerge yourself into an epsom salt oasis.

“Definitely works for me. Send me your address, and I’ll pick you up. Can’t wait to see you again. Have a great night.” And with that, the day suddenly didn’t seem so bad.

It had been a long time since he’d gone out on a first date, a long time since he’d been excited about the prospect of one, but here he was - nervously rubbing at his denim-clad thighs as he walked up to her front door. He’d been nervous about the whole thing as he knocked softly, worrying briefly that maybe he’d misunderstood the meaning of the outing. Maybe she hadn’t been flirting with him over the phone - maybe she didn’t want to date a recently divorced man.

It all went out the window when she opened the door, her pupils dilating that same way as their first encounter, her pretty lips stretched into a gorgeous smile.

“You’re on time.” She breathed it out, moving aside for him to come in, and he followed.

“I was eager, you look amazing -” He frowned suddenly, annoyed with himself. “I should have gotten you flowers-” He tapped at his pockets as though he might tap them into existence.

“Oh-” she laughed, the sound tinkling in his ears, “don’t worry about that I wasn’t expecting any.” She waved away his concern, the movement of her dress drawing his eye.

“I still should have, I’ll make it up on the second date.” The same tinkling as she checked a mirror hanging in her foyer.

“Haven’t even left for our first date and already planning the second?” She smiled at him shyly, the air between them charged.

“Oh yes, I’m not done with you yet.” He looked her up and down, bold and unashamed.

–

He looked just as handsome as you remembered; tall and strong with those lovely brown eyes and that gorgeous dimple. His hair had grown out a bit, curling over the tops of his ears and your fingers itched to reach out and thread through them.

You never made it to the restaurant, you never even made it to your bed.

His tongue was insistent, tasting every inch of your mouth as he devoured you while his hands held you tightly against him. First at your shoulders, slipping between the straps of your dress and your heated skin to expose every inch he could. Then to your waist, pulling you close to his body, solid muscle tense under your hands.

They moved further down, bunching up the bottom of your dress so he could reach under and grab greedy handfuls of your ass, feeding a groan directly into your mouth once he made contact. His kiss moved to your neck, open-mouthed at your pulse point.

“Lay back.” He pulled your earlobe between his teeth softly, sending a shiver down your spine and making you throb. He guided you to your sofa, the hungry look on his face driving a hot spike of arousal into your belly. He pooled the dress up, curling his fingers around the waistband of your panties, and you lifted your hips to help him with a smile. “Been thinking about this since the truck.” He licked his lips as he pushed your thighs up and apart, his gaze making you drip.

He dove in like a man lost in the desert, dove in like you were a freshwater spring, groaning into your skin with his nose pressed against your mound in his need to taste every inch of your pert little clit. The itch to run your fingers through his curls was sated with a pant, the soft strands slipping through your fingers as your nails scratched reverently at his scalp in the soft glow of your quiet living room.

He held your thighs apart with heavy hands, keeping you spread open and pulsing for his mouth, his tongue dipping down to swirl deliciously around the rim of your opening before slipping it in as deep as he could. Desperate, it seemed to taste the very heart of you. He moaned into it, shameless in his enjoyment, before pulling away to adjust himself on the couch. Strings of your arousal tying him to you for a brief moment, the image of which would be burned into your memory to treasure forever.

“God, baby, you taste so fucking good.” He bit at the meat of your thigh, kissing the lips of your sex as though it were your mouth. It was so fucking erotic, his pussy-drunk expression, hypnotized and starving for it.

“Don’t tease me, Frankie-“ He dove back in with gusto, wide licks to your clit, and it was almost unfair how quickly he pushed you towards the edge, your stomach clenching the closer you got to nirvana. “Frankie baby, oh god, I’m gonna come-“ his hand moved quickly, and with two thick fingers, he speared into your aching heat. His tongue kept up that perfect rhythm, and after a handful of petting strokes from his fingers - euphoria exploded, radiating out through your veins.

He groaned to feel you clench around his fingers, his tongue never faltering, the breadth of his shoulders keeping your legs open to his assault.

He was softly kissing your mound when your soul re-entered your body, worshiping at the mouth of your sex.

“Come up here.” You grabbed at the collar of his shirt, eager to feel him inside again, and for a moment, he resisted.

“I wanna keep eating your pussy.” He palmed your cunt for a moment before he let you pull him toward you. “Can I?” He slotted his hips between yours on your narrow couch, his face shiny with your slick.

“As amazing as that sounds, I want you to fuck me, need you to stretch me open with your big dick like you did before.” You undid his shirt as you kissed him, licking into his mouth to taste yourself.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his hands hurriedly undoing his pants to pull his cock out, a loud sigh leaving your lips at the sight of him blushing red and sticky with precome. “Spread open for me, gorgeous.” He leaned back for a moment, his cock grasped in his hand - brow furrowed as he fed it into you achingly slow.

Sweat beaded in your hairline, it coated his chest where you managed to get his shirt open - your gaze moving from the hollow of his throat down to where you were joined - mesmerized at the image of him coating himself in you with every thrust.

It felt too good to speak - neither of you were able to articulate a word, the only sounds were sharp breaths and pants, the wet plunge of him into your hungry little cunt. He added more force, and it pulled an involuntary moan from somewhere in your throat.

“I’m close, your tight little pussy is going to make me come.” He sped up a little, and it was much too soon.

“Wait - wait, baby, not yet.” You wrapped your legs around him, holding him tight to you, and he stopped for a moment - his eyes almost unfocused with lust. “Don’t come yet, I want you to fuck me longer.” You kissed his neck, holding him still, and he pressed his forehead to yours, a gorgeous sigh rewarding your words.

“Fuck, you’re going to kill me, baby - don’t move - I’m so fucking close.” He closed his eyes, holding himself stock still, and you had to fight the urge not to clench around him. Instead, you slid your hands under his open shirt to caress the skin of his back, careful not to jostle him. He took a few steadying breaths before he opened his eyes to look at you, a soft smile on his face. “I’m really glad I called.” He placed kisses around your collarbones like a necklace, pulling your dress down along with the cups of your bra.

“I’m really glad you did too - oh - that feels really good, Frankie.” Your fingers slid up to hold onto his curls as he took one nipple into his mouth, then the other. His mouth was just as relentless with the sensitive buds as it was between your legs - pulling wave after wave of slick to drip out around him, and before long, he was rocking in and out again.

“I can’t hold still, you feel too good.” He breathed the words into your chest, kissing a path up from your breast to your lips, and then his tongue was in your mouth; he was stealing the breath right out of your lungs.

His shallow rocking soon became a heavy thrust, his hips pistoning harder than before, and with every press, your mind blanks. Cock-dumb. Euphoria. Heaven.

He reached for your hand blindly, and with what could only be described as desperation, he stuck your fingers into his mouth, moistening them before guiding them down to your clit. There weren’t any words needed, there weren’t any words left in your brain or in your mouth, and it was only a few practised swirls before you were clenching around him with a pained gasp.

“Fuck-“ his voice was guttural, “There it is, fuck baby, I’m gonna come, can I come inside you? Please?” His hips stuttered, and your cunt fluttered from the aftershocks of your orgasm, fluttered at the thought of being filled, and now he was almost whimpering in your ear, and when you breathed out yes Frankie, inside, he seized.

His hand on your hip squeezed as he ground his come deep inside, replacing that bruise from the first time, and you couldn’t help but smile at the thought of feeling it tomorrow.

He breathed deep, face buried in the crook of your neck, and for a moment, there was only peaceful shared breath.

“I haven’t come like that in years.” He was shaky when he pulled up a bit to look at you, his flushed smile almost nervous.

“Me either.” You smiled back, pushing his sweat-damp hair away from his face before pulling him in for a kiss. “Let’s make it a goal.” He laughed, nerves dissipating one moment at a time.

“I would be happy to.”

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aller-geez · 9 months

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Hello, yes! I finally pulled myself from my writers slump, and just had to have this RemixLevi fic after seeing this snz prompt by @blooming-trees the other day..

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Nearly 3K words, RemixLevi snzfic with Remi as the sneezer bc obviously I’m a little bit partial 🫠🫠 Pls enjoy 🖤 would love feedback if you have any! 😭🤧

I’ll Make You A Deal…

A RemixLevi snzfic 🖤

“Remington! What the hell!?” Levi shrieked in frustration as he stormed in from the kitchen, waving around a few different food items in each hand and flinging droplets of water everywhere as he did so. The leopard was greeted by a very lethargic looking wolf who laid stomach down on their shared bed, his mouth hanging open slightly as his dull green eyes remained locked on the screen of their tv and the Xbox controller already clacked away loudly in his hands despite it being 9 am. Both Remi’s eyes and his nose were rimmed with the same matching red, moisture glistening from his septum as he gasped out ragged breaths from his spot the bed. With a liquidy yet unproductive sniffle, the large man finally paused his game to look over at the cat with an eyebrow raised.

“What’d I do?” Remi asked in a low, hoarse voice.

“Did you forget to close the fridge last night after you made your late night snack?” Levi crossed his arms across his chest as he waited patiently for his mate’s reply, almost like a mom after receiving a bad report card.

The wolf visibly thought for a second, trying to imagine himself making his toasted peanut butter and jelly sandwich at 2 am the night before, although everything was pretty fuzzy. Drinking the entire bottle of NyQuil to finally be able to sleep through the constant buzzing in his sinuses probably wasn’t his smartest idea; although he did finally manage to fall asleep afterward, so the canine couldn’t complain too much. “Uh, I don’t remember?”

Levi held the items in his hands out in front of him, waving them around a little with a frustrated scowl. “No, you left it open all night and now all of this food we bought for this whole trip is spoiled!”

A flash of guilt passed over the large man’s features, and he sighed softly before muttering a couple of deep, chesty coughs into his balled up fist. “I’b sorry, Levi, that’s by bad.. I guess it’s doordash for the week, huh?” Remi offered, hoping to try and make a little light of the shitty situation he caused.

Levi gasped and shook his head quickly, a look of horror on his face at the thought of Door Dash for every meal for the next eight days, when they had a perfectly good kitchen to cook in right inside their bus. “Ummm.. no.. we’re going to find the grocery store and get FOOD.”

“Levi, combe od..” The wolf nearly whined, suddenly looking equally horrified thinking of having to be anywhere around people right now in his current condition. As if on cue, Remi’s chapped, dampened nose twitched to life, the tickle quickly becoming too intense to ignore and he could only duck his head down towards the bed weakly. “Hh'IISHH! —hd’ISCHhh!! —h’dtTISHh!!”

A mist of contagious droplets coated the bedspread in front of him, the wolf was left sniffling thickly while scrubbing at his septum with an index finger knuckle. “Nngh. How the hell are we godda do that? Just drive there and park our giadt blue bus in the parkigg lot?” Remi slowly began to rise to a full sitting position, and once he sat on the edge of the bed, his long fingers snatched a few tissues from the box on the nightstand. With a thick gurgle, the wolf drenched the ball of tissues in his hands in one blow, grimacing before tossing it in the trash can and clearing his throat.

“There’s one not super far from here, but I can’t read the directions at the same time as watching the mountain roads..” The leopard thought out loud, taking a second to ponder, before his face lit up mischievously. “I know! Since you left the fridge open all night, your punishment is giving me directions~” Levi giggled with a cheeky grin, sticking the tip of his tongue out towards the very unenthusiastic wolf.

“Levi.. you kdow I dod’t feel good..” The canine whimpered with a defeated exhale, the other’s stern parental -like expression softening slightly when his icy blue orbs met with Remi’s dim green ones.

“I’ll make you a deal.. If you can help me with the directions there, I’ll go in and do all of the shopping and you can go back to bed, okay?” The leopard offered with a gentle smile, to which Remi shrugged his shoulders with a quick eye roll.

“Fide.. But I’m goidg to be extra addoyidg..” The wolf chuckled softly, but his laugh was quickly cut short by a deep, painful coughing fit that echoed through the small living space. Once able to catch his breath, he pulled his hood over his head and came to his feet. Remi managed yet another sigh, and Levi rolled his eyes playfully at how dramatic his mate could be for such an otherwise extremely intimidating guy. The two made their way up to the front where Remi lazily plopped himself down in the passenger seat, and Levi shimmied his way into the drivers seat, keys in hand.

“Here, I pulled it up on my phone already, just tell me as the turns come up?” Levi smiled graciously again towards his mate, passing him his phone with the screen already open on the route. Remi took it, leaning back a little in his seat to try and make himself more comfortable for the 20 minute drive, sniffling sharply against one of his wrists. “Nnngh, my dose is so stuffed up..” He complained hoarsely, to which Levi passed him a quick, empathetic expression.

“I’m sorry love, I’ll get you some more NyQuil at the store if you take it how it’s supposed to be taken..” The cat chuckled breathily, slipping the keys into the ignition and turning them. The bus engine roared to life, and Levi rubbed the steering wheel gently with a smile. “Good job May, let’s get going!” He cheered happily, quickly clicking his seatbelt on. With an almost inaudible grumble from the wolf, they were off.

Only a few moments after leaving the gravel road of the rest stop they had been staying at, the bus finally made it to the main road, coming to a full stop at the stop sign.

Levi took the opportunity to turn to his mate to make sure he was still paying attention to navigating as the other had a habit of getting distracted, but was met with the wolf’s fluttering eyelids, and quickly flaring reddened nostrils that gleamed with moisture. Before words could come out of the cat’s mouth, Remi pitched to the side, one arm weakly lifting towards his face in a half assed attempt to cover his sneezes, although he failed miserably.

“hh'IETSH’UE! HI’DTSCHIEW!” The wolf sneezed harshly into the open space of the cab, spraying not only himself and the air around him, but even Levi was a casualty, placed perfectly in Remi’s ‘Splash Zone’. Without a word, the cat swiped away a few particularly large droplets that had landed on his arm, although he was used to it after being with the large, immune deficient man for so long.

Remi snorted thickly, before scrubbing at his nose in quick, circular motions, a soft clicking sound echoing loudly above the low hum of the vehicles engine as he did. “Nnngh, by bad..” he grumbled again, finally able to focus his eyes on Levi’s phone.

Seeing Remi relax once again took some of the edge off for the leopard, exhaling silently and looking back towards the road with a smile. Pushing forward, they traveled onward for a bit, before the wolf cleared his throat suddenly.

“Turdn left odn Naglee Road up here.” He instructed, looking up at Levi to see that he had heard him. The smaller man nodded with a grin, thankful Remi wasn’t too preoccupied to get them lost, and did as he was told. The bus cruised around the corner smoothly, and the map on the phone in his large hand updated accordingly.

The wolf attempted to snort back some of the congestion that was beginning to make his face throb, although at this point, it was pretty much useless. He whined softly, pinching just under his bridge piercing as another tickle began to bloom deep within his sinuses. Every sneeze felt like it would make his head pop with the pressure, and he REALLY wanted to go lay back down..

Suddenly, Remi’s mouth began to curl up into its own mischievous smirk. To be fair, he told Levi he would be extra annoying if he had to be up here.. Why not make it fun?

Sniffling softly a few times to tease the building tickle from his nose, the wolf wouldn’t have had time to cover even if he wanted to with how fast it completely took over.

“—HEH’TXSSHhh’ih! Hd’IZTSSHHhhh’ih!” The two forceful sneezes tore from the large man’s throat, a large cloud of contagious mist filling the space between them again, and coating the other’s freckled arm. When Levi’s eyebrows furrowed to try and concentrate more on the road, Remi’s smirk got a little bigger. Even someone as sweet and patient as Levi was had to have their breaking point, right? Anyone else would have already been done with Remi’s childish behavior.

Snuffling wetly, he leaned back in his seat again, this time with his sock clad feet up on the dashboard, to which Levi gave him a quick side eye. The wolf grunted, slipping them off again and thumping back on the bus floor.

“What’s the next turn?” Levi asked over his shoulder, clearly unamused by his mates shenanigans.

“Turn right on Belbourde Street in a half mile.”

“On.. what street?” Levi questioned, his eyes flickering to his mate’s face for a second before returning to the road in front of them.

“…..Belbourde.. Bel—“ The congestion behind Remi’s eyes continued to increase, leaving all of his words rounder than intended, and he sighed in frustration. “BMELBORNDE” he barked finally, crossing his arms in front of his chest with a self conscious huff, and Levi couldn’t help but laugh gently.

“Okay baby, we should be almost there. I think there’s one more turn off after the Melbourne exit.” The white haired man smiled, quick to reassure his mate, despite how much of a brat he’d been. But then again, that was just who Levi was.

The wolf huffed again from his seat, coming to the quick conclusion that the extra 10 minutes he would get if he was told to go lay down now weren’t as worth while as he thought, and the canine gave up the grocery sabotage entirely.

Again Levi turned the bus around the next corner with ease, driving the huge vehicle expertly around the tight, windy roads down the mountain a little ways, seemingly in his element as he remained completely focused on the task at hand. After a second, the cat waved one thin hand out towards Remi to get his attention again. “Hey, the last turn off shouldn’t be too far off from this one.. what’s the name again?”

The wolf blinked towards Levi for a moment, his brain fighting for its life against his raging fever that flushed his cheeks and forehead, but he slowly began to register the question he was asked. His dim emerald eyes shifted down to the leopard’s phone screen that sat face up on his lap, squinting to try and read the words through his double vision. When he still couldn’t make out the number or the name of the exit, Remi began to get frustrated again, swiping the phone from his lap and bringing it up close to his face.

“Oh, found it..” he mumbled, Levi passing him slightly anxious glances as more and more exits began to fly by their window.

“Okay, it’s.. Hehh..” The canine’s breath snagged sharply, the intense buzz within his nose returning full force.

God, his nose tickled SO damn badly…

As his thick eyelashes began to flutter ever so slightly, he quickly clamped one large hand over his nostrils to squeeze them shut with a loud squelch , although his breath still hitched helplessly while his jaw hung very slightly slacked.

“Hiihhh.. it’s.. f-fuck.. hhheh—hold on..” Remi’s eyes began to water from the effort it took to fight off such an intense tickle that was burning white hot within his quivering nostrils, although still trying his best to do what Levi had asked of him.

Levi’s gaze flashed back and forth between Remi, and the road, even attempting a quick snatch of his phone from Remi’s otherwise occupied hands, but he was unsuccessful. “Rem!” The cat grumbled loudly.

“Th—huhhh.. The n-nehhhh..” the wolf gasped, raising one finger to point out of his window at a passing sign, and Levi thankfully was able to catch a glimpse of it before it flew by their vehicle.

“I turn off on Pacific Road!?” The leopard raised his voice a little in a panic as the exit sign got closer and closer.

The wolf couldn’t do anything other than nod exuberantly, afraid of the repercussions that would come from removing the hand he had pinching his nostrils closed, but as Levi whipped Maybelle around the corner to be able to make the exit, Remi’s hand slipped from its position in order to brace himself on the door of the bus.

As soon as the fresh air flooded into his reddened, sensitive nose, he gasped an enormous breath of air into his lungs, trying to mentally prepare himself for the hammer to the temples.

“hih’AESSSHH’ue!! HA’AETTCCCHH’uh! Hihhh— hiiih’AETTCHH’uh!! Hhah’AETTTSHH’uh!” Remi sneezed so loudly that the bus windows shook, his poor nose desperate for a release, one way or another and eardrums be damned.

The smaller man let out a startled squeal as the whole right side of his body was sprayed by the canine’s mess, flashing a look over at the disheveled wolf riding passenger who was still frozen in place. Both hands were in front of his face, and his long body was doubled up on itself, hugging his own knees with his feet planted on the floor. Remi dared not move, dared not even breathe lest his nose might have something else to say about it. He stayed frozen for so long, that when the leopard finally pulled into the parking lot at the local grocery store a minute later and carefully brought the bus to a stop in one of the parking spots, the wolf still hadn’t even picked his head up.

“Rem? You okay? Those were some pretty big ones..” the leopard’s eyes were filled with concern for his mate as he stretched out one thin freckled hand to rub his mate’s shoulder gently.

Remi opened his mouth to reply, but the scratchiness of his voice overwhelmed his already sore throat, plunging the weakened man into yet another thick, chesty coughing fit that made him tremble slightly from the force. ‘Nnnngh…” the wolf whimpered after a few seconds, followed by a loud snort that still did almost nothing for the congestion packed into his raw sinuses. “Okay.. I gave you directiodns, and dow we’re here… I’b goigg back to bed dow..” he nearly whispered, his head completely reeling and every inch of his body pouring sweat.

The leopard’s face was taken over by an empathetic, caring expression as he eyed his sickly mate, nodding his head in agreement. “Of course baby, thank you so much for your help. Go ahead and go get comfy in bed, and I’ll rent us a couple Redbox movies, and get us some lunch, okay? If you want, I can even rub some of that vaporub on your chest if you think it helped last time?” Levi leaned down to kiss Remi’s very damp forehead, and the wolf sighed happily this time, his gaze slowly raising to meet the icy blue pools of his mate’s.

“I definitely won’t argue with you.. that all sounds so nice..” the large man’s voice was breathy and exhausted, followed by a few loose coughs that didn’t make it out with the others, and a forceful, deep snuffle as he ever so slowly rose to a standing position. As the canine trudged weakly back to bed, he turned just in time to catch Levi as he was pocketing his wallet right before heading out the door.

“Don’t take too long, okay?” Remi called out hoarsely in an uncharacteristically needy tone that made the leopard’s heart almost explode out of his chest with pure love and admiration for the big wolf.

With a thoughtful smile, Levi nodded as he quietly pulled open the door of the bus, the crisp early afternoon air caressing his face as he stepped out. “Wouldn’t dream of it, Acushla…”

The End…

Thank you so much for reading if you made it this far, it really means a lot to me! 🥺🖤

Hope you enjoyed my snz-y, needy boy as much as I enjoyed writing him 🥺

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