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laluv-469 · 1 month

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synopsis: you'd been growing increasingly concerned with your boyfriend's new secretary at work; a beautiful, older, pink haired woman who'd been making you extremely insecure about yourself. suguru had began to stay at the office longer and coming home later. whenever you had tried voicing your concerns, he'd dismiss it as if it was some ridiculous idea (which it was, as suguru hadn't been cheating whatsoever) however, you didn't believe him. you were sure he'd been cheating and the one time he came home at 12 am after spending an entire day at the office, you had enough. you bickered with the man for a while and finally kicked him out. of course, you couldn't stand being without him so you texted, begging him back home.

content: suguru geto x fem reader, suguru geto x y/n, jjk x reader, smut, angst, fluff, makeup sex, fingering, unprotected, cowgirl, humping, etc etc.

word count: about 2,264

editing this at 2 am, and with the small text? defo apologize in advance for any grammatical errors <3

come home love - you, 1:43 am

? - suguru, 1:43 am

i forgive you, just come here. - you, 1:43 am

…please - you, 1:44 am

i don't understand, y/n you kicked me out. - suguru, 1:44 am

please baby i miss you. ill help you understand when you get here - you, 1:45 am

omw. - suguru, 1:47 am

seen

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you layed in bed holding your phone above your head, legs crossed around a large squishmallow. you had missed your boyfriend’s intimacy, couldn't live without him which was.. concerning to say the least.

the sound of keys jangling came from downstairs, causing your ears and eyes to perk up and away from the phone.

you listened to the door opening and shutting, followed by the sounds of steps coming up the stairs.

“y/n?” suguru called out, his voice echoing from down below..

silence ensued as you hugged your knees tightly to your chest, a feeling of anxiety overwhelming you. you weren't sure how he'd act… angry? cold? or just.. the same as always?

suguru now stood by the frame of your door, taking in the appearance of his emotional mess of a girlfriend that was you. you wore pink shorts and his large gray hoodie, clinging onto it for dear life as tears rolled down your cheek. the squishmallow was clenched tightly between your legs, the poor thing worn out, evident from your desperate dry humping. god, you were a pathetic sight right now, needed to be taken care of.

your boyfriend sighed, climbing onto the bed and laying down next to you. he looked down at your legs, eyeing the squishmallow, then back up to you expectantly.

in a swift yet gentle motion, he swiped the plush away from your legs and threw it to the ground, replacing it with his hand. “we'll have to wash that…” he snuggled up next to you, being so close that his lips rested on the sensitive spot on your neck. “and as for you…”

suguru's hand ran up your inner thigh, lightly grazing the skin, sending shivers down your spine. “why're you here crying by yourself?” he questioned, voice low as well as his eyes.

you mumbled, slightly closing your legs in an instinct response to his cold touch. “mmnh.. missed you..” that's all you could get out really. of course you were ashamed of yourself, you couldn't muster up the courage to even try to speak coherently to the man. you just needed his attention and love.

his lips began to lightly nibble on your neck, his finger running little laps around your inner thigh. “missed me?’ he whispered through the confinement of your skin. he bared his teeth, taking small bites of your neck. “don't kick me out baby, then you won't have to hump your pillow like a little whore.”

you whimpered at his words just as much as his touch. your panties began to soak, the heat from his fingers getting to you. suguru now began sucking on your neck, grabbing large pieces of skin between his teeth and absolutely eating you like an animal.

all the while he ran his fingers up your leg, them finally finding their way up to your shorts. he effortlessly yanked them down and quickly placed his fingers against the wet fabric that was your panties.

he let out a light chuckle against your neck, rubbing against your wetness with two slender fingers “god, what were we even fighting about again? let's not fight anymore, i don't need my little princess being more needy than she already is…”

you let out a hefty breath, your thighs twitching around his hand. “suguru..nn~” you pleaded his name, begging him to just touch you already.

“yes, baby?’ his lips left your neck with a lick, the spot being revealed as extremely red and irritated. he raised his eyebrows in a mock display of curiosity. he lightly tapped his fingers against your panties as they almost began to appear transparent with moisture.

“fuck.. please.” you whined like a dog, bucking your hips against his fingers, beginning to take matters into your own hands. fuck it, you would ride his fingers right here if you had to.

but he stopped you, hastily removing his fingers from the cave between your legs. he pulled his hand back and now with four of his fingers, he slapped your cunt. hard. creating a loud smacking sound followed by your needy whine.

“ah!” you practically yelped as you twitched in response to the cold slap against your pussy.

“use your words, love.” he spoke sternly, his dark eyes glued to yours. he simply watched you suffer, watched your reactions. watched the desire in your eyes grow.

“sugs, p-please just touch me, fuck me… something please..” you let out in between labored breaths and lust-filled eyes.

suguru heard your words and complied, returning his fingers to the warm spot between your legs. he tapped your pussy a few, rubbing it against the fabric, thumbing the clit. finally, he slipped the panties to the side, revealing your soaked pussy. a tear trickled down your thigh, which he scooped up and licked immediately.

with only a few grazes over your entrance, he instantly shoved his fingers inside you, filling the hole you've been meaning to for a while now. you moaned quietly, pleasure seeping through tight lips. he pulled his two fingers out, moving them up to the clit to circle a couple times, then returning to your hole. he breached your entrance again, filling the hole repeatedly with his tall slender fingers. you trembled under his grasp, hips rocking with the motion of his fingers seeping in and out of you.

his fingers kept fucking you, slowly yet ever-so heavenly. your wetness clenching onto his fingers, the cream lingering and dripping down to his knuckles as he reached deeper inside you each time. you moaned sweetly into his ear as his free hand worked to fondle your breast, pressing his thumb to your nipple firmly. both his hands worked to please you, making you feel like you were in ecstasy. eyes shut tight while his fingers seeped into you.

after he heard you gasp, he knew he reached your sweet spot. with this, he pushed his fingers even deeper inside you, pushing the absolute limit. he remained deep in that spot and began to move his fingers in circles, warming up his wrist for more. his fingers once again proceeded to fuck violently inside of you, moving insanely fast in a circular motion as you began to shake with the rising sensation of an orgasm. the squelching sound of your wet cunt grew loud as his knuckles brushed against your pussy lips. his fingers fucked you fast, causing your body to go jelly. you moaned and whimpered and cried into his ear.

there it was, your juices began to squirt everywhere, every direction without hesitation. “aa- aughh nnn!! sugu!!!” you whimpered like a fucking bitch, coating your boyfriend's fingers in your cum.

it wouldn't stop though, you kept squirting and squirting like a fountain. juice leaked down his hand, even fell onto the bedsheets, his arm, everywhere. “good fucking girl, savin' all this juice for me..” he encouraged you, helping you ride out your violent orgasm.

his fingers slowed and pulled in and out ever so gently, fucking the wave away. once the shaking of your legs stopped, he pulled out and presented his fingers to your mouth.

“mmm look at this…” he pressed his fingers to your tongue, then back to his, sharing the juice between the two of you.

suguru then repositioned himself underneath you, in such a swift motion he threw your weight on top of him. you straddled him, sat on top of his lap and already began to grind on his thigh.

he ran his hand down to your ass, squeezing it and ripping your panties off completely, then smacking it hard. his other moved up your stomach, palming it as you desperately grinded against his lap, breath heavy and wet.

“you so fuckin’ desperate for this cock, huh?” he very subtly rocked his hips beneath yours, his erection stiffening beneath his pants. “gotta work for it, baby, ride me how you did that pillow-” he nodded suggestively, allowing you to practically take control.

you nodded back receptively and eagerly, “mhm!~” you lifted yourself off of him slightly, racing down to his pants to yank them off. he helped you take those off, along with his boxers.

his cock sprang out from its confinements, revealing to be hard and already leaking with pre-cum. you quickly rubbed your cunt to it, grinding up and down. you forced it down onto his stomach, getting a small wince out of him. you continued to grind back and forth, his foreskin slipping up and down. you breathed heavily, eager to get this thing inside you already.

suguru seemed to be getting impatient as well, eyebrows furrowed watching your teasing motions. his pre-cum began to leak onto his stomach, the friction of your body against his cock forcing it out. he moved his hands to your hips, guiding you as you grinded against him. your body rolled against him smoothly as your cunt hugged his hard dick, small grunts escaping from his mouth.

sure, he was willing to let you tease him, but he wasn't gonna resist touching. he moved his hand up to fondle your breast as the other one rested on the arch of your back. suguru began to heave, his chest rising and falling anxiously with a weak expression. you rocked your hips against him a few more times before lifting yourself, struggling a bit as you guided his tip to your entrance.

slowly, you sat down on his dick, his entire length seeping inside you. you remained seated and just kept grinding, small moans escaping your lips as you allowed the size of his cock to settle in. his hips also moved, the both of you working to shove his cock deeper inside you.

god, you fucking loved the way his cock felt almost stuck inside you, your tight walls hugging it as it barely budged. you kept your eyes low and heavy and reached your arm to wrap around his neck as your other hand was pressed on his waist for support. your mouth hung open shamelessly as you rubbed your fingers into suguru's scalp. you humped his dick the same way you did your pillow, so-so desperately.

you now felt comfortable enough to lift yourself off of his dick, his tip barely escaping your pussy lips before slamming yourself back into him, getting a nasty moan out of the both of you.

“aghh fuckk~” he groaned dangerously low, eyes squinting with a pained expression. “fuck y/n keep going..” he begged, digging his fingertips into your hips helplessly.

you nodded compliantly, picking up the pace and beginning to bounce up and down onto your boyfriend's wet dick. it curved with each movement, throbbing each time it made contact with you. “su.. gu.. ru.. nnn~” you stretched out his name with each moan, showing him how fucking thirsty you were for him. the sounds of clapping and wet moans filled the room, a dirty yet beautiful melody of mess.

your ass bounced violently against his hips, the curve of your body being apparent as each bounce intensified. each time you felt him hit your spot, that sweet feeling rising slowly. suguru pulled you by your back and down onto his chest, your breasts smushed against him. he whispered into your ear, sounding sweet and grateful unlike before.

“i love you, i'm sorry for being.. inconsiderate.” he grasped onto your hair as you felt his cock twitch inside you.

you could tell he was close, and you weren't following so far behind him. you could barely respond to his sincerity, though, your words blabbering and stammering.

“l-love you too su-gu~” you replied, hips going practically numb as suguru took control, slamming into your core until you couldn't take it.

you let out a stretched out moan as suguru released inside you, ropes of cum shooting up your womb. god, it was a lot of cum and it just kept going, filling you up to your heart's content.

“annnh!~! coming, coming!” you tapped suguru's shoulder frantically as your legs shook violently, your orgasm nearing once again.

you whined into suguru's shoulder before biting down onto it, your teeth marking it harshly as you came all over his cock. he pulled out of you, revealing the mess of stickiness created between your bodies. your eyes rolled back in ecstasy as your juice leaked out of your pussy, falling onto his now limp cock which occasionally twitched in the aftermath of your steamy session.

you sighed, panting tiredly as you collapsed onto suguru. he took you in his arms, rubbing your back and digging his nose into the nook between your shoulder and neck. he kissed the crevice, pecking it all the way from your neck up to your face.

“mmm” he hummed softly, “no one else but you baby, only you.” he whispered into your lips, smiling into a sweet kiss in which you reciprocated.

a small, content smile painted your lips as you lay your head onto suguru's chest, the rest of your body remaining straddled and held tight against his. you two stood like this for a while, enjoying each other's company which you had so badly missed. you hated getting into fights with him, but damn he knew how to reassure you time and time again.

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mncxbe · 5 months

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Soft jouno has my heart♡

𝑱𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒐 𝒙 𝒇𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑮𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: fluff♡/ smut

Jouno never considered himself a soft person; he is a feared and respected member of one of the most powerful organizations in the country, a military officer, a "sadistic prick" like his fellow colleagues often refer to him.

But that all changed when you came into his life. You, his pretty little girl who he loves oh so dearly.

More than anything Jouno loves the way you make him feel, the warm, honey-like feeling you evoke in him- something he can't really place quite yet. With each morning the two of you spend together in your bed- sky bleeding shades of pink and rosy gold as you lay in each other's arms- each time you smile against his shoulder, mumbling a morning Sai in a sleepy voice before kissing him out of his slumber; each little date you plan for him; he becomes a softer, more gentle person.

You're the yang to his yin, the spoonful of sugar to his espresso shot. Cuddly, sweet, always clinging to him like ivy to a wall and kind, oh so kind. The mild annoyance he felt in the beginning when you acted all sweet melted into acceptance and deep devotion.

Jouno never considered himself a compliant person. But when you push him down onto the cushy mattress after a long day at work and crawl on top of him, like a cat chasing its prey, he can't bring himself to protest. He tries to keep up his confident act but fails miserably. When he eventually tells you it's his first time you're too far gone to stop- his fingers knuckle deep into your drooling cunt, your hand lazily stroking his painfully hard cock. So you simply press a kiss to his flushed cheek, reassuring him that you'll go slow, at his own pace, that you'll take good care of him as you sink down onto his cock.

Jouno's air is knocked out of his lungs, his breath stuck in his throat; your gummy walls squeeze him so tightly he almost cums on the spot. You give him time to adjust, to regain his breath before rolling his hips against his- back and forth - up and down at a torturous pace. It's so good it hurts, his body and soul pleading, aching for more.

He wants to call you names, to be rougher, meaner, to flip your over and drill himself into your tight cunt until you cry from pleasure but every time he parts his lips only praise and choked moans fall past. His calloused hands rest on your plush hips, gently as if you're a procelain doll he's afraid to break. Jouno can only imagine the lustful look on your face, the drunk-dazed look in your eyes, teeth nipping ar your lower lip in attempt to muffle your lewd sounds. "Sai baby you feel so good. -so good for me baby hha~" . Fuck, how he wishes he could see you right now.

Soon enough his orgasm washes over him, his cock throbbing at the sound of your heart skipping a beat as he stuffs you full with his cum. You lean your chest on his, skin flush against his and nuzzle your head in the crook of his neck. Jouno's fingertips trace the curve of your back up your shoulderblades leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake- an attempt to map out every inch of your skin, to embed it in his memory; you drawn in ink blue.

"Sai..." you say softly and he feels his blood rush "I love you, Sai".

Jouno never considered himself worthy of love nor capable of feeling it. Not until you whisper those words to him. I. love. you. over and over again like a prayer. His chest swells with the same honey-like feeling he now knows it's deep affection, his arms tightening around your frame, pulling you closer. With you, his heart is bliss.

aaa i lowkey combined these two requests though they'd fit so well together. hope you both like it dear nonnies🩷🎀

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colourstreakgryffin · 9 months

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YIEEE! AHAHAS

Aged up Muichiro starts teasing the reader by fingering them in swarm place? Letting the reach it orgasm quietly

… yeah naughty AHAHAHH, you can ignore it by the way, if you find boring

Love you! ❤️🥺🫶🏼

Oooh~! Finally! A new naughty one for Mui! Let’s goo! I love writing for our bae Mui!

Tokito Muichiro- Palace of Stars

“Tokito… Muichiro…” You hiss out under your breath but loud enough to be heard by the one besides you, clutching the muscle of your forearms as Muichiro smiled politely at the other Hashira sat in front of him, his gorgeous black face to mint green hair pulled back into a attractive ponytail

The exact style he knew made you go wild and he was planning to screw with you for the event you two were invited to. A cute Hashira get-together to lunch, Hashira get-together events were not uncommon but happened more than he suspected people of their position and importance would have. Basically a relaxation day

Muichiro was still on edge after you left him shivering and having to choke out moans to try block his orgasm from the last night where you were in charge. No, he was furious about it and this event had his plan senses tingling. He could make the event perfect by teasing you, putting you on edge and making you wait for it

Sure, he loved you to death more than anything. But he wasn’t going to sit down and let you slap his ass so cruelly like you did. Smirking ever so slightly, Muichiro responded enthusiastically to Gyomei’s question as you hugged gently, trying to use your chopsticks to muffle your moans as Muichiro’s thick, skilled fingers plunged deeper into your wet tight bare pussy from underneath the table

It was becoming difficult to pay attention to the conversations you were certainly going to dragged into one way or another as your arousal-filling brain fought desperately against your rationality to focus on the incredible pleasure course through your bloodstream. Muichiro only needed two fingers to make your toes curl and stars to form in your sight. It felt so good, you wanted more so bad

Your hands grip the chopsticks harder, fingers shaking as Muichiro shuffles closer, making it out like he just wants to cuddle you but he needed to be able to push more of his digits in. He loved feeling your lust juices soak his fingers, warming them up. He didn’t look into your eyes once, his sight was redirected on his fellows since he needed to keep up the act, that nothing is happening under the table

Muichiro is very excited as he side-eyes your blushy face and darkening lustful eyes rolling back slightly. You’re beyond the phrase of “wet enough” to have more fun with, he simply can’t wait to slip his cock in and pound away at your pussy once you’re both in privacy. Right now, he will just play with you and stop your orgasm as revenge

It didn’t take long for your powerful orgasm to build and build with that familiar string getting thinner and thinner until it became unbearable. Muichiro could tell you were on edge as you lean your head on his built shoulder for support, doing your best to pretend that you were fine. Gasping under your breath and breathing a bit heavier, your fingers crumbled against his haori

To the other Hashira, you seemed like a sweet cuddly girlfriend but to Muichiro, he could tell you were clinging onto him for dear life as a sign; go faster, let me cum. Your eyes basically screamed that to him in a cute needy voice, as at the last minute, Muichiro decided to have mercy on you and not cancel your orgasm like he originally planned

Humming in delight, Muichiro leant his head down as the other Hashira begun discussing amongst themselves on topics you could care less about as your eager eyes and forming lips waited for him. He just loved this helpless look of yours as he pressed his plump lips against yours, his fingers scissoring and thrusting enough to tickle those bundles of nerves to set free your orgasm

You were struggling intently to keep everything in, your mind rotting with pleasure and your mouth clamping shut to hide your noises. You wanted to scream out and Muichiro to never stop pleasing you so much, you’ve lost care for the other Hashira a while ago. Him kissing you so passionately and deeply was the needed trigger for that wave to crash on you

Your hot thin sheet of glaze dumping on Muichiro’s palms and down his digits as his kiss effectively swallowed the roar of pleasure you released alongside your orgasm. You luckily managed to stay so quiet that none of the Hashira so much as perked their heads at you two. They were too distracted to even notice the two of you basically making out

Once Muichiro felt the rumbling of your moans die out and the spastic clenching of your soppy inner walls cease, he gently pulled out his fingers and brushed them over your bare thigh. Making you jolt out in sensitivity as he pulled away, a thin string of saliva connecting your tongues together. He smiled at you, those gorgeous mint greens bored through your soul the right way

Leaning down enough so his hot breath tickled the edges of your ears as you jumped once again, shuffling as close as physically capable with your hot taller built boyfriend, your own fingers brushed over his very obvious erection standing up from his kimono. Good thing that his haori did a excellent job at hiding it from the sides so nobody would be suspicious. Muichiro pushed your palm down so it’d press on his ready cock

“Well done, beautiful~”

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thegoldencontracts · 3 months

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Bridal Style

You get the sudden urge to bridal carry Azul. Shenanigans ensue.

Notes: Fluff, Aaaah I love this bbg <3

It was one day in the VIP room that you thought about how easy to carry Azul probably was. After all, he had a small frame despite his average height, and he was skinny. You wished you could carry him. But then you remembered that you two were dating, so you could carry him in private without getting disappeared by the fish Mafia.

So, you acted.

"Hey, Azul!" You said. "Can you come here for a sec?"

"Hmm?" Azul replied, though he did what you asked. "Is there something you'd- Ah!"

Azul yelped as you picked him up into a bridal carry, one arm at his legs while the other one supported his back.

"W-What is this?" He asked, more like shrieked. You didn't know his voice could go that high. Thankfully for you, the redness of his face told you it was out of embarrassment rather than anger.

"I felt like carrying you, Azul, and I acted on it. No big deal. You like this too, which is why I haven't put you down."

At the implication that he liked being carried by you, Azul stammered out a bunch of failed attempts at excuses, before finally sighing in resignation.

"Hmph," he said, stubbornly refusing to look at you. "Think whatever you please."

"Okay," you said, and then you kissed him, because you could.

You could barely make out his heart racing as his face miraculously turned even redder.

"Getting flustered by just a little affection, Azul? What happened to that suave, charming businessman from a few minutes ago?"

Azul was normally poised, always catching you off guard and cooing at your reactions. Which made it more fun when you got to catch him off-guard.

"Don't," he hissed, though he didn't look very intimidating when he was clinging onto you for dear life, redder than a cherry.

"Fine, fine," you said. "I'll stop teasing you for now."

Finally, you let him go, though you instantly missed the feeling of his body clung to yours. Azul smoothed his hair, starting to regain his composure.

"So," you started. "Can I do that again?"

Azul just laughed, not bothering to give you an answer.

"My, my," he said. "You never fail to make things interesting."

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jongseongsnudes · 3 months

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eleven.

warning; 😳😳😳😳😳 0.9k words. masterlist.

“it’s gonna be so much fun this weekend, especially with you here! thanks for coming with me so last minute~”

“should i even be here?” you laugh, eyeing the massive beach house you’re currently standing in, “i mean i won’t know anyone.”

“you know me and besides, you know wooyoung!”

ah jung wooyoung. of course you know him, the boy your best friend had been fucking the past few months, around the same time you met heeseung actually.

funny thing is, heeseung and wooyoung were roommates. small world yet you’ve never actually ran into wooyoung at heeseung’s place before. thankfully.

“i’ll go see what else is in the car to bring in,” you leave eunji be in the huge kitchen and head to wooyoung’s car out front.

it was his birthday and he had rented out a massive beach house for the weekend to hold celebrations. knowing how popular he was, you were a little hesitant to come along but after finding out heeseung wasn’t coming, you decided why not.

it wasn’t like you disliked heeseung in any way but the thought of being in such a close space with him for an entire weekend just didn’t sound too great.

“oh my god...” you sigh at the sight in wooyoung’s boot. boxes of alcohol, loads and loads of it.

and of course with your impeccable estimation skills, the box you go for is much heavier than expected, causing you to fall backwards while trying to lift it. your eyes go wide but not because you’ve crashed onto the ground like expected but rather because you’ve just fallen back into someone’s arms

“thank you-”

“where is wooyoung? why is he making you do this?”

your words are immediately caught in your throat the moment you hear that voice. you could recognise that voice anywhere, especially with it being right in your ear.

“hee... heeseung?” you were quick to turn, your eyes now on the very owner of that name, “i- i thought you weren’t coming?”

a grin instantly dawns his face as you ask your question, seemingly amused by it, “that’s why you came? because i wasn’t?”

“what- no- that’s not what i meant.”

you were stuttering, fumbling almost every one of your words and he definitely caught on. the man makes sure you’re stable before retrieving his arms to go carry a few boxes inside by himself, without another word.

the last thing you expected was for him to show up and now that he has, you’re unsure how to act. were you supposed to talk to him or act like you didn’t know him at all?

probably the latter. for the better.

as he busies himself stacking the alcohol in the now empty kitchen, you slip out to the back deck unnoticed, busying yourself with hosing down random furniture. you’re certain they’ll get dirty again once the party begins but it’s better doing this than being inside with heeseung. alone.

“do you need help?”

heeseung’s sudden voice causes you to jump, your entire body whipping around so fast that you end up aiming the hose directly at the man. your mind was so focused on him to even notice the real him coming out a moment before.

“oh my god- i’m so sorry! i’m so sorry!” you squeal as his entire outfit gets drenched in two seconds.

instead of being annoyed like you expected him to be, the man only smiles and reaches out to grab the hose from your hand. you were so startled to realise you hadn’t turned off the hose or even aimed it away from him, instead allowing the water to continue splashing everywhere.

“maybe i should take this,” he turns turns it off, a wide grin still on his face.

you feel so bad, you can’t even look at the man. not until you suddenly hear him laughing, much to your surprise.

the sight really took your breath away the moment you glanced up at him. right in front of you stood a dripping wet lee heeseung, his poor white shirt now clinging onto his body for dear life. that toned body of his that you’ve seen so, so many times before. that toned body of his that is usually pressing against yours, trapping you down as he did so many unspeakable things to you.

the mere thought has your cheeks immediately heating up, your eyes unable to look his way but for a very different reason now.

“i’m so sorry hee. go change and i’ll dry these for you.”

“you’re not exactly dry either.”

you follow his line of sight to see that your own clothes were indeed soaked, your own dress also clinging on for dear life, emphasising your bra and panty line even more.

the two of you share a silent look before bursting out into a fit of laughter over how stupid the situation was. it was nice, it felt nice, to be able to have such light hearted moment with him despite all your worries of him being here.

“guess there’s no need for this,” he pulls the shirt over his head in one go, leaving his top half completely on display for you to see.

gulp.

guess it’s going to be a long weekend after all.

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georgiapeach30513 · 26 days

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Bullet In Your Heart, Part 8

Summary: you and Clark....

Pairings: Clark Kent X Reader

Rating: explicit

Warnings: explicit language, explicit sexual content, oral sex (F receiving), PIV sex, unprotected sex, cream pie, breeding kink, judgmental people, grief, 18+ ONLY

Word Count: 4.2K

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Your fingers dig into the sheets, and your eyes roll in the back of your head as your back lifts up off the bed. Holding onto whatever ounce of your senses you have left while you bite on your lip, it was the price you paid for having two small children.

Your back starts to rise off the bed, but his meaty hand press your stomach, holding you down. His right hand drives in and out of your core, while his mouth makes a meal of your honey. You can feel the rumble on your bundle of nerves as he chuckles when you slap a hand over your face. Muffling a scream you couldn’t stifle.

Clark’s mouth is a work of art. If you were artistic you would have already made a shrine to the godlike qualities he possesses. Starting to wiggle around, and then he curls those fingers. Hitting over your g spot over and over again until your body trembles. Still he begs for more. Using his shoulders to keep you good and spread. Your legs try to close at the overstimulation when his fingers pound into your sex. Seeing stars, you come undone, squirting into his mouth, and he laves up every bit of your juices like a man starved.

You’re left panting. Gazing up at the ceiling while your husband feasts, and you wait for the room to stop spinning. Lifting up to your elbows you watch Clark smirk at you as he wipes off his glistening face. “Don’t you look proud of yourself,” you huff out.

Clark nods as he stands up out of the floor. Picking your body up, he launches you up the bed before he’s splitting your legs, and crawling in between them. Slapping his cock over your clit, smiling even bigger, “Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy that, my sweet little Cricket bug.”

“I really despise that nickname.”

“Why’s that?”

“The nickname of a child,” your eyes go cross eyed as he slams his girth into your body. “Oh my god.”

“You know why I like that nickname?” You shake your head no, and grab onto his hips as he starts a slow thrust into your body. Dragging his veiny cock out of you slowly, and leaving you breathless before he stabs back into you. “Because even though you’re not this tiny little girl anymore, there is this tight little cunt that I get use every fucking day.”

“Clark,” you whimper, and your nails dig into his back. “Clark, they’re gonna wake up.”

“And it’s time for us to have another one,” you nod your head up at him. Wrapping your legs around his waist, and you pull him even closer, yipping when his bulbous head grazes over your cervix, “You always did like me deep, huh? Like to feel me in your pussy for the rest of the day. Aren’t we going to that pool party?”

“What?” Pulling himself out of you, he goes harder than ever before. Moaning out loud, and he places a hand over your mouth.

“Quiet, Cricket,” he starts at an earth shattering pace. Leaving you begging for mercy. “I want you to go to that party with my seed dripping out of you. I saw Frank staring at you. There’s only one man you’re slutty for, and that’s me, understand?” You give him a head nod, and you cling to his back for dear life.

“Got me in a damn vice grip. My god, you’re coming aren’t you?” Another nod as your body becomes completely pliable for him. “Good fucking girl,” pulling out of your body, he flips you to your knees, before crawling behind you. Burying his cock balls deep into your cunt, he mounts you, and you have to hide your face into the pillows. “It’ll take this way. You're such a pretty little slut for me in the morning.”

You can feel him all the way your stomach as he splits you open. Using his body for his pleasure when you hear him use his strangled voice. “Are you coming a-a-again? It’s because you feel my cock throbbing, huh?”

“It’s because you’re fucking me so deep,” that was too loud, but you’re in a different world. Your body rocking with every hammer he does into you.

“Right…right there. Best pussy I’ve ever had,” Clark’s hands pull apart your ass cheeks, and he stares at where the two of you connect. Watching as he nearly turns you inside out, and your walls cling to him so tightly. “So fucking sloppy for me. Fuck — me!” One last hard push into you, and ribbons of hot cum fill your belly, and you look back at him with the softest smile. Your walls milk every last bit of his essence, making you all warm and tingly.

“That’s the one, Cricket. I don’t know if I want a little Lottie or a little Henny,” keeping himself inside of you, he adjusts himself down to his knees. Those crystal eyes look up at your satisfied face before back to the two of you. “I gotta keep it in there, okay?”

“Okay,” you whine. You didn’t want him to pull out yet anyways. “Clark?” He finally looks up at you, and you preen, “I love you.”

“Love you, too, Cricket bug. I meant it, you’re the best pussy.”

“I really don’t want to think of all the women you’ve been with while you’re inside of me.”

“Deep inside you,” he gives you a wink, spreading you wider apart. “You know, there is another hole back here,” you shake your head no, starting to giggle, “Dot let me…”

“Clark!” He starts laughing, spitting down to your ass, “No!”

“Come on. One time.”

“You’ve already came.”

“So if I get hard again?” You want to kick your husband off you, but then he looks back at your hole, starting to slowly slide himself out. Dropping out of your body when he just stares, “I love seeing how gaping I make you. God, I made such a mess.”

”Daddy!” The door handle wiggles a bit, and you’re thankful Clark was smart enough to lock it. It wiggles again when a big bang happens, “Daddy! Henny is in my room! Wake mommy up, and get your son! Daddy! I hear you laughing.”

“I’ll deal with this,” you say, standing up, and Clark points to your panty drawer. “Yes, daddy. Let me put this on, so I feel your mess inside of me while we’re with the neighbors, but you got to wash your filthy mouth. Lottie will want kisses. Go,” you motion towards the bathroom, and Clark walks towards it. But stops to pinch your nipples, and pull you towards him.

Slamming his mouth against yours, and you can still taste your arousal on his tongue. Moaning at how good he feels, “Daddy!” Lottie knocks on the door a bit, and he pulls back.

“I’ll make sure to fuck you again tonight, Mrs. Kent.”

“How about you let me fuck you?” He growls, and jogs into the bathroom, leaving you to pull on your panties and a nightgown. Opening the door to see your exasperated daughter stare up at you.

“What took you so long? Were you and daddy having a tickle fight again?”

“Yes, darling. Come on, let’s deal with Henry. He is just like your daddy, you know?”

“Wild man,” he really was. He was every bit as wild as Clark used to be. But marriage and children really calmed Clark down, and you couldn’t be more thankful. Life was different than you had planned, but you had finally learned to love where you are currently. Happy that you get to see Carter through Charlotte. She is every bit as sweet and loving as he was.

You give a curt smile to the host. Everyone here judged you for being with more than one man, and several hated you for taming Clark. He leans in behind you, kissing your neck, and placing another behind your ear, “They’re jealous that they couldn’t get me to settle down.”

“Oh, so Susie is someone you made a mess of?”

“Absolutely not. She’s someone I turned down. Such a prude. Here, take Henry, I’m going to go cook with the dads. Have yourself a cocktail,” he gives your ass a little swat before walking away, leaving you to kiss over Henry’s chunky cheeks.

“You know, I don’t know how you do it?” Judith, one of the more distant neighbors, says while walking up behind you.

“Do what? He’s really not that heavy.”

“Oh, no, dear, she means you and Clark,” you glance between her and Susie confused, and the host offers you a cocktail, “He can walk, right?” You answer yes, and she gives a point over to the kiddie pool. “He’ll be fine. I’m sure Clark won’t mind keeping an eye on him with you.”

Confused, you let Henry step onto the grass, and he runs right to his daddy’s legs. Crashing into them with a belly laugh, “See.”

“What about me and Clark?” You feared these women would never accept you as one of them. Bitter Betty’s. Throughout the years, the whispers never stopped. It didn’t help that you kept to yourself.

“Oh, honey, don’t get defensive. Of all the men that you could have found, you chose Carter’s best friend? Ain’t that a trip?” You smile sweetly at her, when in reality you want to gather your children and go back home. “How do they compare? I mean nobody was talking about Carter’s size, if you know what I mean.”

“What exactly do you mean?” Batting your eyes, you look straight at her, and thankfully her smile starts to fade.

“Don’t do that, it’s all good fun.”

“Yes, my first husband dying in a war is a riot. Thankfully Clark wasn’t drafted.”

“Did you ever, well, you know?” Judith shakes her head no at Susie, and you look between the two of them again. What were these women on. “I mean, everyone thought about relations with Clark. He’s practically slept with every woman in town.”

“Except you,” she shuts her mouth, clearing her throat. “No. I never once thought of Clark like that. In fact both of us were distraught when Carter passed. We fell in love during grief, and we fucked before we were married,” Susie gasps, placing her hand on her chest, and Clark turns around, now holding Henry. His face is full of concern as he watches you leave the women.

Leaning down to Charlotte in the water, “Lottie, come on, baby.”

“No, I’m playing with my friends.”

“Charlotte Abigail Baizen, out of the pool now!” You feel your cheeks inflame with anger as she pouts, climbing out of the pool, and Clark hands you the baby.

“I got her. Hey?”

“Don’t you thank them for inviting us either,” Grabbing Henry with a huff, and kisses his cheek you start to stomp home. Fuck all of them. They could go straight to the pits of hell for all you cared. They had no idea the inner battle you feel every single day. Feeling guilty that you can’t love Clark the way that you loved Carter because Clark would never be him.

But somehow in the midst of your turmoil you fell in love with Clark. The way he fathered your children. The way he looked at you every morning. You were feral for the way he treated you when it was just the two of you. It wasn’t the same, and would never be, but you and Clark had created something entirely different. You created a love that bloomed from grief and friendship.

Clark finds you in the living room, dancing around with Henry while an old record plays, shooing Lottie into her bedroom, when you kiss over Henry’s closed eyes. Humming along with the music when Clark comes back. He stands at the entrance of the living room, watching the two of you. “Cricket, go put him in his crib.”

“I need him right now.”

“Don’t use my son as a way to avoid this conversation,” looking up at him, you scowl. That isn’t what you’re doing. “Cricket, he’s asleep. Either you take him or I will.”

“Clark, you don’t understand.”

“Then put my son in the bed and explain it to me.”

“Your son,” you hold his body closer to you, wishing you could rewind the day, and never go to that stupid party. You didn’t need friends. “You never tell me what to do with your daughter. I guess because she’s Carter’s?”

“Go put Henry in the bed, and let’s talk about this because you’re being unreasonable. Now!” With a final kiss, you stalk out of the living room. Laying him down in his crib, and you pet along his perfect skin. He is one of the most beautiful little boys you have ever seen. Deciding it’s best not to make Clark wait too long, you walk back into the living room.

Clark is now in his chair, lighting up a cigarette when he looks at his watch, “That took almost five minutes. His room is just down the hallway.”

“You timing me? Can I not take my time to look at your son? I thought about stopping in Lottie’s room to help her change, but thankfully Carter’s daughter is smart enough to change out of her wet bathing suit.”

“What the fuck is your problem? Lottie is my daughter, Henry is my son, and they’re our children,” he watches your chest heave. Breathing angrily, you try not to shed a single tear. Clark has always been there. Was there the moment Charlotte was born, and you have built a beautiful life. “Why are we bringing up Carter?”

“Because he’s always going to haunt us. Because you couldn’t keep it in your pants, and you had to fuck his widow. Your best friend, Clark.”

“You weren’t complaining much,” you hate how he can be so calm when you are raging. You want to throw something at him. He is the reason you went to the party. “So why are we bringing him up?”

“Because those stupid bitches hate me. They hate that I married you, hate that I tied you down, and have your child.”

“They hate that you know what I feel like, and feel me everyday.”

“You’re such a slut.”

“Yeah, for you,” you roll your eyes, starting to walk away, but Clark stands quickly, grabbing your wrist, and pulls you into his body harshly. “You’re my little slut, and I’m yours. I don’t care what those women think.”

“But I do! You insist on trying to be friends with the neighbors, and going out and being social. And I go there and they talk to me like I’m trash because I’ve had two dicks.”

“Who the fuck cares?! Are we happy? Are our kids happy? Did I not fuck my seed into you just this morning? Cricket, I don’t care about them. I care about you. You don’t want to be social, fine. We’ll get us a pool. Get the kids a playground. You and them are all I care about. And I’m not going to spend the next six months arguing about Carter. He’s gone. And…I’m glad.”

You lean back to gaze up at him, tears filling your eyes while you search his face. “I wouldn’t want to have missed this with you. So yeah, you tamed the slut. If he’d come back, I wouldn’t have you and our home. I love you, Cricket Bug. You’re my favorite person, followed by a tie for second. I can’t change his death, but I can love you fiercely, and take care of you. But I will not be the other man in my home. Have I made myself clear?”

“Yes,” he wasn’t coming back. You could have done so much worse than Clark. And this man adored you. Worshiped you every morning while he kneels before your altar. “But don’t say you’re glad.”

“I am glad. But I’ll promise never to say it again. Just like I promise I won’t make you go to one of those parties ever again. Now, let’s eat some sandwiches, and then we’ll go find a playset for our children. Okay?” You nod your head. They were yours and Clark’s, Carter’s in spirit.

His hands slide around your middle, lips starting to nip around your neck, and you let out the most adorable giggle. “Clark, where are the kids?”

“Lottie is out front playing on hers and Henry’s new playset. The swings are her favorite. And I just laid Henry down for his nap,” he twists you around. Grabbing onto your waist harshly, he places you up on the counter. Planting his body in between your thighs.

Clark’s hands swipe away the baby hairs around your face, and he starts pressing soft kisses all over your face, “The kids.”

“Shh,” he whispers. His mouth moving behind your ear, following on down your neck. “I don’t think I’ve ever thanked you for the life you’ve given me.”

“It’s me that should be thanking you.”

“Why’s that?” His head pops up, and those baby blue eyes bounce around your face. You smile up at him, biting your lip. “Honey, why should you thank me?”

“You saved us.”

”Us? What are you talking about, Cricket bug?”

Your hands roam up his chest, and around his neck, “You saved me and Lottie,” he starts shaking his head no, but you cup both his cheeks, grinning. “You did. You didn’t have to stay with me, with us. I was a wreck, and pregnant, and you made sure I ate, and…you loved me when I couldn’t love myself. You took care of her when I was still learning to cope. You kept us alive. And…”

“Please, stop. I did that because I love you, and her. And I love this life that we made.”

“Aww, Clark does have some sweetness, and not just need to fuck me.”

“You’re ruining this moment,” both yours and Clark’s heads look towards the door when you hear your daughter scream. “Lottie?” Jumping down off the counter, you head towards the front door. That is a scared scream.

—

Charlotte climbs up the slide ladder before going down it again. Stopping at the end of it, and she looks back at the house exasperated. Henry always had nap time when she wanted to play. Huffing, she moves over to the sandbox, starting to play with the tools while she waits on her brother’s short nap.

A man walks down the road to the house. His eyes look around the property longingly before stopping far enough in the distance to see Charlotte. Not close enough to alert her, but close to hear her voice. She sings a sweet little song while her fingers dig into the sand.

The man’s fingers run over the picket fence, it has been freshly painted, and he sighs. Walking a bit closer, the girl spots him, and gives him an odd look, “Are you here to see my mommy and daddy?”

“Daddy?”

“They’re inside,” she gives a point towards the front door, and the door is open. Letting a light breeze blow through it, but he can’t see anybody. “Mister?”

“Yeah,” he asks, squatting down to look at your daughter closer. She gives him a little giggle. “What’s so funny?”

“Why do you have a beard? My daddy and grandpa don’t do that, no sir,” she said that word again. The man gulps before sitting down beside her. Sticking his hand in the sand. He picks up a wad of it before letting it fall back in the sandbox. “You don’t talk much.”

“I didn’t even know who I was for a long time.”

Scrunching up her nose, she looks at him funny. Giving a little scoot back, and even the man timidly scoots back, too. “What’s your name?”

“Charlotte. I was named after my angel daddy’s grandma,” the man gives her a soft smile, but then she looks into his eyes, “Why are you crying?”

“I’m overwhelmed right now.”

“Let me get my daddy. He’ll know what to do.”

“No,” he grabs her tightly, and she lets out a scream. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it. Charlotte, don’t scream.”

“Stop! Mommy!” The man goes to stand. Dropping her arm, and he sees the door open. “Mommy!” She turns running towards you, and you and him stare at each other for far too long. Seeing a tall shadow walk up behind you, he turns to leave.

You can’t believe what you saw. Trying to calm your breathing. It was all right, and so wrong, “Carter?” The man freezes, and Clark places a hand on your hip. “Carter Baizen?” Slowly he turns around to see you, but sees his former best friend behind you. “Carter?” He nods his head, and you gasp, covering your mouth.

Visions of your life with Carter flash through your mind. The moment a sweet little boy gave you a dandelion and told you he was going to marry you. Your first kiss behind the school house while Clark kept watch for the adults. The first time Carter touched you and you felt actual sparks fly between you. That first ‘I love you’. Every moment with your best friend, and the love of your life plays like the greatest story ever told.

Placing your daughter in Clark’s arms you walk over to him. It was him. A bit grown out and rough, but it was him. The same eyes. And the way he looked at you was the exact same. “I thought you were dead.”

“I did, too,” he looks back at Clark holding Charlotte, and then down to you. “What’s he doing here?” His eyes move towards your hand, noticing the ring on your finger. “No,” he shakes his head as tears stream down his face. “I told him not to fall in love.”

“What?”

“Carter, maybe we should go inside, and have a talk,” you look back at Clark. Unsure of what you need to feel. But Carter is alive, and he’s here. Clark turns with Charlotte still in his arms, but leaves you with your husband? Former husband?

“Cricket, what happened?”

“Life. Come on,” you aren’t sure what this means. Aren’t sure what you should think or react. But your Carter was right beside you. Following you into the house that you made a home with his best friend.

Getting into the living room with Clark now in Carter’s chair and Charlotte hugged up against him. “I’m sorry, bud. I couldn’t keep my promise,” hearing a creaking door, Carter’s eyes look down the hallway, and sees a little barefoot boy running towards you. Outstretched arms and calling for his mommy.

“This is my son, Henry Carter Kent,” Carter’s eyes slowly close. Swallowing the bile that threatens to rise up his throat. “Cricket, we can’t have this conversation with Lottie.”

”What comver — comversay — saytion…why can’t you talk in front of me?”

“Don’t make me do this,” Clark stares up at you shaking his head. Hoping you remembered the last ten minutes over right now. While you had happy memories flowing through your mind, he felt like his happy moments were being stole from him. “She won’t understand.”

“Tell me!” Charlotte grabs his cheeks, trying to get him to look at her, “Daddy, I wanna know.”

“What are we supposed to do with them?” Your words come out stiff. If you allow all the emotions to pour out you might just collapse on the floor. Everything is so overwhelming right now, and you don’t know what to think. What to do. What you had to do. Was yours and Clark’s marriage now a lie? What did this mean for your family? What did you want to do?

Carter was your everything. And then life happened and you settled into your new something. Yours and Clark’s relationship could be volatile at times. Things never flowed as easily as they did with Carter. But you two fought to make them work. Because you wanted to. Or did you just not want to be alone? And Clark was there accepting you when other men would turn away.

“Your folks can get them. Don’t make my daughter try and understand this,” Carter clears his throat, and Clark shakes his head no, pointing at him, “Don’t. She is mine. Cricket, honey, call your folks. I don’t want the kids to be part of this until…please, just don’t.”

“Can you give — just a moment. Clark’s right. Okay? They’ll be right here,” Carter nods. Having a seat on the couch in front of Clark, glaring. That was supposed to be his chair. His daughter. His home. His family.

His wife.

His life.

His everything.

It was all stolen from him. It should have been Clark.

Carter

Clark

A/N: Yes, this will be a choose your own adventure. So who do you choose? Carter or Clark? What is the right decision? is the decision for you or your children?

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setsunasbabe · 1 year

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Cuddling headcanons with the aot characters

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part 1 • part 2 (coming soon) • part 3 (coming soon)

contains :

Mikasa, Eren, Armin, Jean, Sasha, Connie, Historia, Ymir

warnings: mention of a tarantula in Armin's, mention of food in Sasha's, curse words in Eren and Connie's, kisses in Historia and Ymir's, mention of the word 'perv' in Ymir's, I did not proofread ; otherwise it's completely sfw

Mikasa

She probably cuddles you whenever she's too stressed. Feeling like she's protecting you makes her relax.

She's big spoon most of the time. Again she loves feeling like she's protecting you in some way.

You're both laying on your sides and she's holding you from behind, her hands wrapped around your waist.

She also probably cuddles you more at night, when you're both really tired. Holding you to make you fall asleep more easily.

Maybe, really rarely, but maybe, she can be the little spoon. I mean if you ask her, obviously she's gonna oblige, but if she's really feeling bad and needs comfort she'll really appreciate you holding her.

What I mean is her breaking down in your arms and you soothing her to sleep while holding her. That's the type of comfort I'm talking about.

Eren

Okay, first things first, if anybody asks him, he's big spoon. But that's such a lie.

Eren is a big baby and wants needs to be held.

He's probably laying his head on your chest or in the crook of your neck while you're rubbing his back.

He also really likes when you talk to him while cuddling. It calms him, he really loves your voice, like way too much.

The best time to cuddle him is when he's having a jealous or possessive episode. This dude is going to be clinging onto you for dear life. Like closing any space between the two of you, to be in contact with you the best he can.

Cuddling Eren is always good. Except in summer. I mean he's all over you. And it's already hot. You don't NEED this weightened blanket. Trust me you don't.

And if you want him to be the big spoon, he'll act like he doesn't mind. But then he'll complain of having a sore arm or something. That bitch 😐.

Armin

Armin is baby. Please I love him so much. Sorry.

Armin prefers cuddling while facing each other. Weather he's holding you or the other way around. He likes having you close and being able to look at you.

Okay, he may have a preference for being held, but you didn't hear that from me.

He also likes talking to you or listening to you. Most of your cuddle sessions end up in discussions about the strangest things. Like you guys are just laying down and 20 minutes later you're asking yourselves 'do you think a tarantula can stay up on one leg?' or some shit like that.

Okay but study sessions with Armin ending in cuddle sessions. Like. Hear me out. You're just 'taking a break' and you're straddling Armin's lap (not like THAT) and he's holding you and you're just talking, your torso pressed against his, feeling each other's heartbeat. Like IMAGINE.

Jean

Honestly he's down to cuddle all. the. time. Like bruv, chill. But it's because he loves you too much, can you blame him? Jean is the biggest simp out there.

He likes to hold you as much as he likes to be held. But there are three cuddle positions that he loves most.

First, holding you close by your middle while your head is against his chest and you're both laying on your sides.

Second, classic big spoon. He holding you from behind by your waist. But it's not his favourite because he's not facing you.

Third (his favourite), he's laying on you, head pressed on your chest to hear your heartbeat or in the crook of your neck to feel your pulse.

Yes, Jean checks if you're alive all of the time. I mean it's not his fault you're so perfect he can't believe you're real?

Anyways. Jean also likes to cuddle you in public (read on Sasha's couch) to show you off to others (read to Eren).

Sasha

Prepare to a lot of post meal cuddles with Sasha. She's always sleepy after eating a lot. And Sasha does often eat a lot.

When Sasha is tired she giggles a lot. Like imagine you're laying comfortably and she just starts giggling? Like, Sasha, babe, wtf?

She prefers to be held. This had to be said. She likes when you're holding her and she's laying her head next to your heart.

She also cuddles you when she had a nightmare. She will literally sneak into your bed at night trying not to wake you up. But if she does wake you up, she'll just tell you that she had a nightmare, asking you to hold her.

But Sasha moves a lot in her sleep. You'll go to bed laying against each other and wake up with your limbs tangled in each other.

Also, being the menace she is, she will put her cold hands under your shirt with the excuse of them being cold and needing to heat up. She's lucky you love her...

Connie

Okay, I was talking about Sasha being a menace, but this little shit is another level.

He will literally poke you and pinch abruptly for no reason when you're cuddling.

No but honestly, he likes having you laying on top of him and hold you close. He's probably telling you the worst story of all time at the same moment but you both really enjoy the moment.

He likes to maintain eye contact while talking to you so your head is probably propped up on one of your arms.

He appreciates more cuddling in the late afternoon, while the sun goes down to see its rays fade on your face, or some sappy shit like that.

No but cuddling sessions with Connie can be really cool. He's a funny guy and he's very comforting.

And the hand placement!!! Like he has his hands on the small of your back, rubbing it soothingly. You're both having a really good time... And then he pokes you. 😐

Historia

Probably the cuddliest out of all of them.

Can and will cuddle you in any situation. She takes the occasion to cuddle you anytime she can.

'Hisu we can't cuddle while standing.' 'Why not?'

She doesn't care if she's big spoon or little spoon. She just enjoys basking in your presence so much.

She also likes to hug you from behind while you're cooking or doing something else while standing.

What I mean is, don't feel surprised when you feel hands snaking around your waist and see blond strands of hair on your shoulder from the corner of your eye.

She expects a lot of kisses from you while cuddling, I don't make the rules.

She often plays with your hair when you're both laying down or you're laying your head on her lap. She really likes soothing you to sleep with her nails gently scratching your scalp.

Ymir

She'll act like she hates cuddling you but she actually craves your physical affection.

You guys probably cuddle more in the morning when you just woke up. Mostly because Ymir is not awake enough to pretend to be annoyed.

She is big spoon all the way you can't change my mind. She likes to hold you while you're both laying on your sides.

Your face is often tucked under her chin so you can't see her smiling. Or she's holding it in her hands while cupping your cheeks (not THESE cheeks you perv) and gazing into your eyes lovingly.

She kisses you a lot when you cuddle. Most of the time out of nowhere. Like she's pouting and 2 seconds later she's kissing you.

The only times she'll cuddle you in public is if she's jealous to show the person who's been eyeing you up and down for the past minutes that you are hers.

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dilxcc · 7 months

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chapter one

summary. in which two friends who desperately clings to each other until the other slips away . . .

contains. fem!reader, friends to lovers, angst, fluff, slowburn, cussing, grammatical errors . . .

previous chapter

satoru gojo wasn't always like this, no. he used to spend time with you all of the time. but ever since the loss of his dear best friend, satoru gojo had distanced himself from you. and perhaps with shoko ieiri too.

you didn't know when it started. but the push and pull in your relationship makes you wonder if it even matter at all when it started. he was clinging onto you the first few days suguru geto had died. but he gradually, slowly walks out of your life despite being a colleague. despite working together. despite walking the same path...

you loved satoru gojo. no ― you love satoru gojo. all because you wanted him to feel better, you thought it was normal if he wanted some times to himself. though... days turned to weeks, weeks turned to months. and in the end, it turns into a year.

a full year without the nochalant and playful satoru gojo. it became too unbearable for you. so you left. you left the jujutsu high to work as a high school teacher at a normal school. not a month into your new life, you received a call from the satoru gojo himself.

"yo, y/n!" a bright smile displayed on his lips as he waved his right hand at you. he was leaning against the car, the driver was non other than kiyotaka ijichi. satoru gojo wasn't wearing his usual blindfold. he was appearing normal in front of you ― like a normal citizen in an button up shirt with a pair of black leggings. and not to forget his black round sunglasses.

the students around you stopped walking and stared at the scene unfolding before them. "satoru," you muttered under your breath. sure enough, just the sight of him still manage to catch your breath. you quickly compose yourself and told the students to go home. "why are you here?" you walked closer to him, folding your arms over your chest. his smile softens a little. "the school wanted you back. screw that- i want you back ― need you back," he said softly.

for a second you had almost believed that this man is so utterly in love with you. but that was impossible, wasn't it? how could the strongest sorcerer in the jujutsu world could possibly be in love with you? a mere grade 4 sorcerer that could barely use her cursed energy.

"the audacity of the gojo satoru to be asking me to come back. after a full year of not talking to me. heck, you can't even breath in the same room as me," you turned away from him. "please refrain yourself from coming here ever again,"

"just because you are strong doesn't mean that you get to do whatever you want, gojo,"

ouch. that had hurt him. that was the first time ever that you had called him gojo. after years of calling him satoru with that sweet voice of yours. now it's dripping with hate, perhaps. he couldn't tell.

"then i'm sorry for doing this," gojo muttered under his breath before knocking you out. he quickly catch your limp figure before it fell to the ground. picking you up in his arms, he gets inside the car, sitting at the back seat as ijichi drives off.

instinctively, his hand went to brush away the hair that was on your face, his hand lingering on your cheek as he admires your beautiful feature. he missed it. his eyes lingered especially longer on your lips. he wished oh so badly to have a taste of it. perhaps it taste like heaven. or perhaps it tastes better.

satoru gojo doesn't like to act rashly. but when it comes to you, he's fighting with his very being to not do certain things to you. his resolves aren't as tough as people thought.

when you awoke, you find yourself in your old dormitory room. the white ceiling that you got boring staring at. the slightly ripped old posters on the walls; showing your favorite band. and not to forget ― the picture of you and satoru smiling widely as he picks you up.

you scowled slightly as you realized what he had done. suddenly, the door burst open, greeting you with gojo satoru ― and a pink-haired teenage boy. "yo!" the pink-haired boy greeted you enthusiastically. "i'm itadori yuuji! nice to meet you!"

you nodded at the boy in acknowledgement, looking at gojo in annoyance. "why did you bring me back?" you snarled.

getting out of bed, you walked towards him, trying to grab him by the collar. but of course, his infinity doesn't allow that. "woah, calm down, pretty," he caught your hand, intertwining it with his. "i feel like i'm witnessing something intimate," itadori said, covering his face with his hands but peeking out from his slightly ajar fingers.

you find yourself getting flustered and pulled away from him, clearing your throat as the boy stare at you and gojo. "so? are you going to explain why i'm here?" you crossed your arms together.

"we're short on teachers! that's why!" the male answered with a thumbs up. "and you had to kidnap me?!" you hissed at him. "i didn't know what else to do!" he put both of his hands up in surrender. "they could have sent someone else to pick me up! instead of you," you glared at him.

despite your haughty attitude, gojo felt his stomach fluttering with the same butterfly effect that he first felt at 18 years old. "well, shoko is busy. nanami has a mission. and i'm the only other teacher that's available!" he smiled widely.

"don't lie! shoko is definitely not busy right now! i just talked to her this morning,"

"guilty as charge!" gojo laughed, avoiding your punches with ease. "are you guys dating?" the boy suddenly butts in. "no!" you turned your head towards him. "this man ― whatever he is! could never be my partner!" you snarled, feeling a pang inside your heart.

gojo felt it too. though he didn't show his hurt expression one bit. "yeah, we would never work out even if we're dating," the white-haired man chuckled.

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cbsxreader · 7 months

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could i please have the mercs with someone who has severe trypanophobia, to the point of going into a fight or flight response upon being exposed to needles? sorry if this is dumb or otherwise Bad

Sorry that this took a while!!! 😭 Also, I don't know much about having phobias n stuff so, sorry if I wrote anything wrong

Mercs with an S/o who has severe trypanophobia

Cw: Needles, trypanophobia

Scout

Scout acts like he isn't afraid of needles himself and says they're not that bad, but in reality he has a fear of them too. So, he isn't too confused about his S/o's phobia.

Distracts his S/o by doing tricks and small stunts to get their mind off of the fact that they're getting a shot. Even if it rarely works or doesn't work at all, Scout doesn't give up on his S/o.

If they freak out, Scout freaks out too and there's not a chance either of them calm down. After a single appointment, Scout completely understands just how much his S/o is freaked out by needles. Also, they both go out to get something to eat to put the appointment behind them.

Soldier

Doesn't really understand why his S/o is so afraid of needles, like, not at all. He's seen and experienced way worse than a single, little prick to the skin and he doesn't understand what his S/o finds so scary in it.

Even if Soldier doesn't understand their fear, he still comes to appointments at their request. While he remains non-bothered, his S/o internally worries.

When Soldier actually sees how afraid his S/o is and how they cling to him for dear life, he goes wild and throws away and destroys all needles on sight.

Pyro

Is afraid of needles too, though not as much as their S/o. Pyro doesn't completely freak out, they're just a bit nervous. So when their S/o tells them they have a phobia of needles, they feel very sympathetic.

They try gifting their S/o a plush toy they can hold while getting a shot, maybe something to squeeze or pet while trying to stay calm. Sometimes that plush can be Pyro! They're more than happy to see their S/o overcome their anxiety even a little bit for the better good.

Pyro even tries to motivate their S/o by sucking up their own fear of getting shots and try to show that it's not so bad. Doesn't matter if it actually encourages their S/o or not, they're not forcing them to at all.

Demoman

Not a big fan of needles either. Though it's just a feeling of uneasy-ness and he shies away from the doctor if he needs to get a shot. So, he understands his S/o's fear of needles.

Demo might try to reason with the doctor if there's any way for him to hold his S/o still as they get their shot. It's all for their better health, even though he does feel a bit bad about restraining his S/o.

Demo praises his S/o and lets them know how proud he is of them after an appointment. All he wants to see is his S/o trying to live peacefully with their phobia and even overcome it a tiny bit, so he'll make sure he helps them in that journey.

Heavy

A big, tough man like him can't understand why his S/o is scared of needles which are just quick little pokes in their skin to make them feel better.

Heavy has to hold his S/o in a bear hug every time they go to a doctor's or Medic's office, mainly to catch them if they faint and to hold them still if a fight response gets triggered. They're clinging onto him like their life depends on it.

If his S/o freaks out, Heavy tries to keep them still with his strength, but secretly feels guilty about it. To try to calm them down to endure the prick to their skin, he speaks to them in Russian in a comforting voice to divert their attention.

Engineer

It takes a little while for Engineer to understand his S/o's fear of needles because he's a practical man, but he gets there.

He tries to reason with his S/o, trying to tell them that it's just to make them feel better but he eventually understands it's something more than just a fear.

If he's allowed, he'll hold his S/o's hand to keep them calm when they get a shot. Engie really only understands how bad his S/o's phobia is when he has to handle them as they're hyperventilating and panicking.

Medic

He doesn't know why his S/o freezes up and doesn't respond to him when they stumble into his lab. He stares at them in confusion before realizing what he has on a stool right next to him.

Medic scurries to hide them in a cabinet and welcomes his S/o in. If they've gone into a panicked state, he tries his best to calm them down

If his S/o wants to spend time with him but he's performing a surgery and needs to use a needle, he motions with his hand for his S/o to look away. Though they can still get a bit nervous.

Overall, it's made him dapper up his lab for his S/o to not freak out. Maybe he understands and doesn't understand his S/o's fear of needles at the same time because "It's just a little prick", but he tries, that's what matters.

Sniper

Sniper kind of understands his S/o's fear of needles because he's not the biggest fan of them either. Not to the point of being terrified but more like a slightly displeased feeling of when he needs a shot.

Will come to his S/o's appointments just to make them feel more safe. Sniper can only pull them closer to himself when they grip his forearm.

Awkwardly fumbles when his S/o actually freaks out and tries to calm them down by soothing them and petting their scalp. If he needs to, he will hold his S/o so they can get their shot.

Spy

Spy mostly understands why they're afraid, he's sort of the most understanding too, because he knows phobias can't easy to overcome and can't be controlled at times.

Promises his S/o to give them something nice like chocolates and stuff after an appointment. Basically, if his S/o tries to overcome their anxiety, even if it's just them shaking but not completely freaking out, he congratulates them and praises them that they tried to do something about their phobia.

If his S/o starts to panic because they've been exposed to needles, Spy will be quick to react and will try to calm them down the best way he can. He mainly talks French to them in a soothing voice to try to calm them down and reason with them.

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waklman · 1 year

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Princess Treatment

summary: moments in your relationship with rooster where you give him the princess treatment.

pairing: bradley bradshaw x female reader.

warnings: none, but this is an 18+ blog.

a/n: independent gf x princess treatment bf trope is cute but i present to you independent bf x princess treatment gf. fluff. this is for my fellow bradley girlies!!

word count: 1.4k

read the epilogue of princess treatment here.

something ‘bout you masterlist.

Not only did Bradley inherit his father’s ruggedly handsome looks, but he had also developed his manners as well. And so, being a gentleman was what Bradley prided himself on—because it was a direct reflection of his father.

When he first met you, he made sure to that keep up–treating you like royalty just as Goose did with Carole.

There was nothing Bradley didn’t do for you. You needed a ride? He’ll pick you up. It’s raining? Don’t even think about stepping on that wet cement, because he’s carrying you.

And Bradley’s not sure when it exactly happened but along the course of your relationship, the roles began to switch. But to be fair, he should’ve known when what started as a joke, became a regular thing–you calling him baby girl.

“Oh, shit.” Bradley calls out.

It doesn’t take much for the entire car of men to pause their conversation, redirecting their attention onto Rooster’s ringing phone—which unfortunately sits on display, attached directly onto the pastel pink phone mount you bought for his car.

“Your girl is calling you.” Hangman points out the obvious.

“Yeah, No shit buddy.” Fanboy claps back from behind him.

Coyote leans in, eyes squinted at Rooster’s buzzing phone. “Cute.” he comments, referring to the contact picture he has set for you. Rooster is grinning ear to ear while you’re latched onto his bare back, sinking your canines right into his broad shoulder.

Hangman watches as Rooster’s frantic eyes are switching between the road in front of him and your incoming call.

“I got you man.”

Thinking he’s doing Rooster a favor, Hangman lunges forward to tap the green button, making sure to hit the speaker option right after, as well.

“No, wait-”

It’s too late. Rooster’s fate is sealed.

“Hey babygirl,” your bright voice rings out, hitting the ears of everyone seated inside his Bronco.

And it’s as if Bradley is stuck in a car full of elementary school children. Slowly but surely, he hears snickering coming from his right and obnoxious chortling coming from the back row.

“Honey, you’re on speaker.” Bradley speaks up, making an effort to cover up the giggling—coming from four grown men, in the background.

“Oh.” you exclaim.

“It’s alright baby, what’s up?”

“I was just calling to ask, if you wanted me to set up a bath for you?” you shly ask.

Bradley clears his throat, ignoring the various grinning faces pointed in his direction.

“Yeah, lavender bath bomb please.” he assures you.

“Okay, bye babygirl–wait—I..” you completely give up.

Bradley’s lips tug into a soft smile, envisioning the embarrassed expression you’re probably wearing right now.

Fully willing to take on the embarrassment instead, he decides to greet you goodbye too, “Bye babybear, see you at home.”

And almost immediately, everyone screams in laughter, upon hearing Bradley Bradshaw–the stoic six foot tall pilot call out the cutesy pet name in his gruff tone of voice.

From the driver’s seat, Bradley proudly soaks in the embarrassment that’s now thrown at him.

But the group of pilots makes it quite difficult for him to act unbothered. Annoyingly enough, Coyote shakes Bradley’s headrest, unable to contain himself while Payback and Fanboy cling onto each other for dear life–heaving for small pockets of air.

And worse of all Jake’s abnormally thick tears of laughter are falling onto Bradley’s shiny leather seats.

“Oh shut up, this is why you’re all single.” Bradley sneers, eyes fixed on the rear view mirror to watch everyone’s face fall flat.

“Oh come on dude.”

“Seriously?”

“That’s not funny.”

“Man..”

Upon hearing the chorus of whining and complaints, Bradley calls out to you over the phone.

“Laugh with me honey,”

Now, Hangman, Coyote, Payback, and Fanboy are forced to sit silently while you and Bradley sarcastically laugh at them for the next minute and a half, as a punishment.

“Bradshaw, you need a ride?” A woman’s voice calls out for him, from across the parking lot.

Snapping his neck in search of the familiar voice, Bradley sees Phoenix through his sunglasses, waving at him—relaxed against the hood of her car.

“Nah. I’m good, you go ahead!” He yells back, politely returning her wave.

“Alright. Suit yourself!” She gives him one final wave goodbye, before throwing herself inside the vehicle.

Rooster waits until she drives past him to shoot her a goodbye nod in return. In exchange, Phoenix sends him a look of acknowledgement, before she finally drives out the lot.

And not long after Phoenix drives off, you’re pulling up in his blue Bronco.

He instantly smiles seeing you waving him over, not wasting a second to jog up to where you’re parked.

“Hi, my passenger princess,” you greet him cheerfully, watching him sit after strategically climbing inside the truck.

“You know, this is my car, right?” he puckers his mouth, waiting for a kiss.

“I’ll do you one better,” you lean over to peck his eager lips.

“You know you’re sitting in the passenger seat right?” you smirk at him.

“And do you know what that makes you, Bradley Nick Bradshaw?”

“Your passenger princess.” Bradley sighs, sullenly. You won, as always.

“That’s right, baby.” you gloat, hand slapping down on his left thigh.

“When did I end up becoming the passenger princess?” Bradley whispers, looking up towards the sky as if he’s asking for guidance from his guardian angels.

“Don’t act like you don’t like it,” you jokingly scold, pinching at his inner thigh.

You swiftly change the topic, “Now, do you need help putting on your seatbelt?”

“No.” Bradley grumbles.

“Okay,”

You don’t give him a chance to react–already reaching over to pull the seat belt snugly over his chest, and snapping it into place.

“Now, let’s get you home, princess,” you smile, ignoring the astonished look on his face.

“You two out, we’re officially closed for the night.” Penny shoos you and Bradley towards the door.

Almost instantaneously, an idea pops up in both your heads at the exact same time.

You slowly turn your head to gauge if he has the same plan, and you’re met with the all knowing Bradley side eye—which gives you the go to dash forward first.

Bradley’s sure he’s going to make it towards the door before you, his naval training preparing him to act quickly.

But to his surprise, you’re already flying past him—determined look on your face as you reach to open the door first.

“How the fuck did you do that.” Bradley stops by the door, trying to catch his breath.

“Never underestimate the power of a gentlewoman,” you comment, holding the door open for him.

“I thought it was ladies first,” he points towards the open door.

“Technically, the lady already got here first,” you counter.

“Now, get your butt out the door, Bradshaw.”

“No,” he refuses.

“Would you two get the hell out my bar?” Penny shouts, not amused by the sight of you two still here.

Knowing you’re more stubborn than he is, Bradley stiffly walks out the door first.

You glow in satisfaction, following closely behind him, not forgetting to swat his butt in the process.

Bradley snaps his head over his shoulder, giving you a warning look.

“What?” you feign innocence, looking around to see what he’s so mad about.

“You know what.”

“C’mere baby.” you reach for Bradley, urging him to lay down on you.

“Honey, I’ll squish you like a bug.” Bradley tiredly voices the concern.

“Sounds like a great way to go out.” you tug at him, and he instantly falls right onto you.

“Long day?” you softly ask, digging your fingers into his field of curls.

“Mmhm.” Bradley can’t even bring himself to say words, too engulfed by the way your fingers expertly play with his hair—and his mind begins to wander off.

Though he loves taking care of you like how his father did with his mother, Bradley also learned to love how you looked after him in equal care. And in this moment, he wishes that they could’ve met you. They would love you almost as much as he does.

“You remind me of my dad.” Bradley gently speaks up, cheek pressed against your collar bone.

“Yeah? So I’m like Goose?” you smile, at the thought.

“Yeah. And I’m like my mom, cause my dad always treated her like a princess—just like how you do with me.” He draws the comparison.

“We’re like Goose and Carole.” you confirm.

“We’re just like Goose and Carole..” Bradley mumbles back, slowly drifting off.

“I love you, Bradley,” you whisper, catching him before he knocks out completely.

“I love you more, babybear.”

update- happy to announce that this blurb turned into a series, read more on babybear and bradley here.

thank you for reading, and as always-reblogs are greatly appreciated!

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cyberpunkhwx · 11 months

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Going to a haunted house with them

❥Pairing: Ateez x gn!reader

❥Genre: fluff, crack

❥Word count:0.4k

★Hongjoong:

Tries to be brave for you

Keyword "tries"

Ends up being more scared then you. Clinging to you for dear life.

Will cuddle you whole night to keep you (Mostly him) safe.

★Seonghwa:

Finds you cute af

Coo over you the whole time while you clinging onto him.

"Cup cakes, if you don't let me go we won't be able to finish this. The faster we go the sooner its over, okay?

Tries so hard to be serious.

Woould flinch at the jump scares, but would make sure you're okay before anything.

★Yunho:

UNBOTHERED KING

The only thing that would make him flinch is you're scream.

"WOAH WOAH, babe are you okay?"

Couldn't help but let a chuckle when he find out the reason was a masked guy who taped on your shoulder.

"Wanna go on my back? I can carry you though the rest of the way. You can hug me while we finish it faster ^~^"

Yeosang:

Doesn't looks like it but is actually really scared.

Poker face on the outside.

Sitting himself on the inside.

"You know you can trust me right y/n? I won't let anything happen to yo-WOAHHHHHH"

Please hug him afterwards and tell him he did a good job.

★San:

Will PUNCH them if they make you cry

His taekwando skills would come in use.

Kick them all in the face to save you? Yes

would try to protect you from the bad guys but ends up finding a way to run away

"CMON Y/N WE GOTTA GET OUT OF THIS HELL"

★Mingi:

Please be strong and tell him its okay to be scared🥺

Would yell really hard if they jump out of nowhere.

"Y/n I think I kno-YAHHHHHY"

Would accidentally scare the shit out of the actors way with his deep voice though.

"Y/n? I think they are gone?"

★Wooyoung:

Be ready for his ELMO SCREAM

Gonna clinging to you for his dear

If you thought he gonna man up and act brave….

YOURE VERY WRONG

Would bite the actors though😃

★Jongho:

Your Knight in shinning armor

Will calm walk through the house as he lets you cling to him for safety

Low-key (HIGH-key) judges the actors for not being scary at all (you didn't agree with him about this)

"Pff they aren't even trying, why are they even getting paid for this?"

"JONGHO STFU AND KEEP GOING"

"I WOULD IF YOU LET GO OF MY LEG!!!"

"I DONT WANNA DIE THIS YOUNG"

"you're lucky I love you🙄"

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bippot · 8 months

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Summary: How many times does Vigilante need to get injured before Harcourt finally gives in and hires a medic to help out with the squad's injuries? Far too many times, that's how many.

When it's uncovered that a fancy hotel is linked to, not only what's left of the legion of butterflies, but also a string of weird deaths and missing persons reports, the only two for the job are lovesick Adrian and the newbie.

Will they both make it out of paradise alive?

Tags: Canon-Typical ViolenceGun Violence, Blood and Injury, Undercover as a Couple, Fluff, Idiots in Love. Fake/Pretend Relationship, Summer Vacation, Butterflies, Alien Invasion, Stitches

Music recommendation: Learn To Fly by Surfaces and Elton John

Peacemaker, Adrian Chase Masterlist - here

Previous Chapter: BG3

If the universe was kind, they would've had more time to prepare. In the ideal scenario, the pair would have woken up, had some breakfast then had a very open and casual talk about possibly acting upon the feelings they both were obviously going through.

But that didn't happen.

No, Y/N woke up to the obnoxious wailing of her phone with a crick in her neck since she'd fallen asleep positioned at an awkward angle. She blinked blearily and yawned as she checked the caller ID. "Little early, Meeley," Y/N whined at her sister, rubbing sleep from her eyes with her free hand.

Judging by how paranoid he could be, Y/N would've expected Adrian to be a light sleeper. That was not the case. Maybe because he'd been severely lacking sleep for so long, the moment his body is presented with the opportunity to shut off for four or so hours, it won't let anything disturb it and risk losing the precious sleep it was hanging on for dear life for.

He didn't wake - not even through all of Y/N's movement - but he did turn onto his side and wrap both of his arms around her thigh, hugging the limb like it was a Teddy bear, and ensured that she'd have to stay put for now.

"We've got a problem, squish," Emilia began with a huff of breath over the phone. "John and I have been trying to contact Vigilante, too." A bright square lit up the fabric of the outermost pocket on his tactical belt on the floor. "And - I can't believe I'm saying this - can you drive to his house and bring him to HQ? Your mission has been pushed forward."

"Pushed how far forward?"

"Your flight departs at eight this evening."

Their departure time had decreased by weeks. Weeks which could've easily given them more time to do their planning, let Economos put together new and fancy equipment, and ensure that Adrian was as believable as possible by teaching him how to lie effectively, but alas, they were required to leave by the end of the day.

Something must've seriously fucked up for that kind of acceleration.

"Jesus," Y/N breathed as she ran a hand down her face. "Yeah, I'll get him."

With one last huffed sigh from Emilia over the phone, Y/N hung up. She looked at Adrian, still clinging to her leg, and sighed again before looking at her alarm clock. 04:07. It was going to be a long day, she was sure of it. A really long one. And just because she had a rude awakening, didn't mean that Adrian had to have one. Her palm brushed across his arm as she cooed with a voice that was soft and soothing as honey, "Hey champ, time to get up, sleepyhead."

Adrian gave an adorable little whimper of protest before burrowing himself deeper into Y/N's thighs, which he fully believed was a pillow because what else would he be sleeping on? A person? That was unlikely. Honestly, it was rare that he felt this level of comfort so it was going to be a task to pry him away from this warm bubble, that safe warmth that surrounded him. She couldn't just keep letting him cuddle into her forever despite how much she wanted to.

"Ade, come on, bud, you gotta get up," Y/N urged as she shook his shoulders lightly, but it still didn't work.

The only way she managed to start to wake him was when she announced, albeit she did it playfully, "Vigilante, someone's breaking the law as we speak. There are villains out there that you need to kill," and he opened one eye, looking dazed and confused before blinking and looking around the room.

His gaze then fell on Y/N and the corner of his lips twitched into a smile. "Hi," he yawned while pushing himself into an upright position.

"Sorry for waking you, handsome, but we've got a job to do."

As soon as the complimentary nickname passed her lips, he lit up. He was dopey and tired and moved so slowly to rub the sleep from his eyes with a heavy handed fist, yet he did jump out of bed and immediately began pulling on his suit.

"How's the shoulder holding up?" Y/N asked while she pulled her shirt off and over her head.

He'd had his back to her and turned at the sound of her voice. "Boobs," he blurted out far too loudly, unable to keep his mouth from saying what was on the forefront of his brain - he was just happy he had the chance to see her boobs - then he quickly turned around and diverted his eyes. He wanted to stare. But that's not the gentlemanly thing to do. Yet, Y/N didn't take offence. She laughed as she pulled her shirt on and walked over to where her jeans were.

"My, uh, my shoulder...yeah, it's better," he muttered, his cheeks pink due to what he'd seen and his gaze flicking back and forth between each corner of the ceiling.

Before he'd secured his chestplate on, she tugged at the collar of his undershirt to see how his wound was progressing, and like usual, she was pleasantly surprised by how fast he was healing. The gash hadn't completely disappeared, but it was better than it should've been. Vigilante wasn't normal in that regard, or in any regard really.

"When we're done with the mission, would it be okay if we did some tests on you? I've got a hunch -"

"If you think I've got autism, those tests are a big, fat check in every box. My parents told me not to say anything about it, but I trust you, so... yeah." He shrugged his shoulders nonchalantly, although there was a hint of uncertainty in his tone. His parents, his father in particular, had been very tight lipped about his condition ever since they became aware of what it was. "I'm not one of those savant types, you know. I'm the type to really like Transformers or, I don't know, hate the feel of velvet."

"I'll make a mental note to refrain from wearing velvet."

Huh? He'd expected a dismissal of his disability and, instead, she'd offered to help him, to make one aspect of his life a little easier. She noticed the puzzled expression on his face, smiled, and said, "Champ, I kind of assumed that. Anyway, the tests would be to see if you had any healing powers because this -" She gestured to the stab wound that had happened last night but looked as if it had been properly taken care of for around a week. "Is so impressive and, with the right research, could do wonders for the medical field."

There was a pause. One that was filled with the sounds of Adrian's deep, flustered breaths.

Then he nodded and smiled, a small, shy smile that was far too vulnerable to ever appear on his face. "Okay," he whispered before clearing his throat. "Should we, uh, should w-we go?" The words were spoken softly, but the tension that emanated from his body was tangible and evident in the way his entire demeanour had changed, even the way he'd stood up straighter when he spoke, as if he was suddenly determined to act 'normally'.

The pair arrived at HQ to find Economos sniffling at his desk as Adebayo and Harcourt were having a screaming match in the centre of the room. The two were yelling profanities at each other in the quiet of the early morning air. Peacemaker couldn't be seen - maybe he hadn't woken up yet - but they knew if Chris was there, he'd only escalate the situation more so his absence was most likely a good thing at the moment.

Y/N strolled in with the masked Vigilante behind her, and stood to the right of John's desk. She placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, mumbling, "You okay?" loud enough for the men surrounding her to hear.

"Harcourt is a bitch."

"Yeah, she is," Y/N chuckled, giving John a comforting squeeze before sauntering towards the fight. It took no time to close the distance, and even less to diffuse the situation.

Emilia was a tough person, through and through. She was a fighter, she was stubborn and strong, she was a survivor who took everything thrown at her and fought against everything that would try and tear her apart. And sometimes, that made her a little bit scary, yes. Y/N was used to dealing with her attitude, however, as it wasn't unusual for Emilia to lash out at her whenever she got a bit too stressed.

Without announcing her presence to the other women, Y/N ignored the incredibly rude and vitriolic words coming from her older sister's mouth and engulfed her into a hug. In an instant, the squabbling stopped. Emilia froze for a moment before returning the hug with a surprising amount of force, almost knocking the breath out of Y/N, and muttered, "Thank you," in a low tone that only Y/N could catch.

Even though it was hardly audible, the gratitude was there nonetheless. Y/N squeezed the woman in return before whispering into her ear, "Be nice to our friends." A slight nod was given in return. Emilia stepped away from the hug and turned back around as if nothing had ever happened.

"Let's get to work. We have a lot of fucking shit to do."

When Economos calmed down enough that he could work, he was throwing the 'newlyweds' black lycra suits that had ping pong balls all over it and, as soon as they had changed into these new outfits, instructed them to complete seemingly innocent tasks in front of a green screen. It seemed ridiculous at first glance, but when they saw the motion captured footage that had been created of their 'wedding' and other significant parts of their 'relationship', it made perfect sense.

And it looked real. In some instances, John had even de-aged the pair to make it look as if they were college sweethearts. Neither of them had been to college, but these artificial photos begged to differ.

"You look weirdly good in a suit," Adebayo complimented Adrian as they all crowded around John's laptop to observe each image displayed on the screen.

"Oh, stop it," he laughed a bit too quickly. He'd intended it to be a fun little quip, but there was no denying that a smidge more insecurity crept into his tone.

"I'd marry that face in a heartbeat," Y/N complimented with a playful chuck in an effort to take the heat off Adrian and onto her. Adrian's eyes darted down to his shoes and he blocked out all the groaning everyone else was making except the couple.

Chris arrived around 8 in the morning. He staggered through the door, looking as if he had managed to get a nap in and carrying a duffle bag filled with goodies. Not so gracefully, he threw the bag down onto the floor right by Emilia's feet and flopped down on top of the nearest desk, letting out a massive yawn. Emilia rolled her eyes, scoffed, and started rifling through the contents inside the bag, trying to determine exactly what the hell he brought to help them.

While the White Dragon was a racist piece of shit, if there was one thing he was good at, it was making useful tech that was specifically designed to go under the radar. During his time, Auggie had come up with a bunch of gadgets that set out to make the lives of those he found lesser - from gay people to anyone with a shred of melatonin to cops who took the time to try and lock him up - he just wanted to make their experiences a little harder every day.

He'd invented a hand held radio device that emits sound waves that are just high enough to not be able to be heard by humans, but powerful enough to make the affected feel nauseous and disoriented.

There was a smartphone looking thing that scanned for any recording devices in a 20ft radius and communicates the IP address and user information to a central home base (which would be Economos in this case) who could hack in and mess with the feed. Apparently, Peacemaker's dad used to go to pro choice rallies that were being livestreamed and rerouted anyone who watched to a very graphic porno that included genuine incest and gross ageplay, which was shocking to most of the protesters, it's safe to say.

And after sifting through gimmicky bomb after bomb, Emilia found something she would have never expected. In a box labelled 'too gay', she found a bee. At first glance, it looked as if Auggie had killed a bee then placed that dead bee in a box with and written a homophobic statement on the top, but no. It wasn't a real bee. It was fully mechanical, complete with wings and antennae and an infrared camera and radar sensing and facial recognition software that had all been compacted into a teeny tiny realistic looking bee.

Economos didn't think it was appropriate to whine that he was being a little overshadowed by a racist, and a dead racist at that, but he still did grumble and groan. Every now and then he'd be caught mumbling, "I could do better if I had the time," under his breath while tapping away at the keyboard.

Adebayo had been sent to buy the pair's entire summer wardrobe because she had the best idea of what two preppy straight people would look like on their honeymoon - just based on the fact she'd seen the White Lotus while everybody else had it on their watchlist. She soon arrived back at HQ with so many paper bags that they looked like they were filled to bursting.

Harcourt was busy with booking the flights, all the paperwork and the general chaos involved in getting everything organised before the departure. Peacemaker was supposed to be helping her, but she yelled him to "Fuck off and go put a bullet up your ass!" within the first ten minutes.

Instead, he was aiding Y/N. With more time, she'd be able to fully teach Adrian how to seem like he was used to affection. Obviously, he was better at it than when they met, but he still managed to look like an awestruck virgin whenever she was kind to him. Hopefully, they could pass it off as the honeymoon phase - which wouldn't be so hard as they'd technically be on their 'honeymoon'.

It turned out that Chris' help was, once again, more of a hindrance than a help, so Y/N - in a manner that was far more polite than Emilia - asked, "I'm getting a little hungry and I don't know if my 'husband' and I will be able to get a meal in before we fly out, mind getting the squad some lunch, Peace? You'd be my hero."

"Yeah, but I'm going to that burger place opposite the olive garden." Adrian went to say something but was cut off before a single sound passed his lips. "I'm not going to fuckin' Fennel Fields, dude. It tastes like ass there."

At the mention of his workplace, Adrian suddenly remembered, "Oh shit, I forgot to book time off. I can't just go MIA like last time cuz Julian will definitely fire me and that would suck."

"Ade, we'll be gone for, at most, two months - I think you might have to quit anyway," Y/N commented matter of factually.

"What?" An unreadable look flashed across Adrian's face. "Two months without a wage? I don't know - "

His chest was rising and falling at an abnormal speed. His hands, which had previously been fiddling with the hem of his shirt, had stopped, his fingers tightening and relaxing rhythmically, as if they weren't quite sure what to do with themselves. He opened his mouth to speak again, but no words came out.

"Oh champ," Y/N cooed, somehow managing to sound less patronising and more understanding than anyone who'd ever witnessed one of his meltdowns before. "Can I hold your hand to guide you to the file room?"

When he nodded, he was tugged into the privacy of the back room, where nobody could see him crumble to pieces. The room was quiet enough that it seemed to amplify his breathing. Y/N let go of his hand and crouched down before him, taking both of his trembling ones into hers gently.

"You'll be fine," she said reassuringly, giving his knuckles a light squeeze with reassurance. "Just breathe and everything will be alright. Just breathe. You're going to be perfectly okay."

He tried to listen to her encouraging words and follow her orders for what felt like hours until they finally reached a point when his heart rate slowed down and he managed to stop hyperventilating. Once she realised that Adrian's eyes had started to regain focus, she slid his glasses off his nose and gave them a wipe with her sleeve, removing all signs of sweat from the lenses before slipping them back onto his face.

"Are you not getting paid for being on this strike team?" she whispered, concerned that he was stretching himself mentally thin because her sister was too cheap to put him on the books.

"Uh..." Adrian stammered awkwardly before sighing, "No... but... um... Heroes don't need to get paid for what they do, they just do it!"

"Peacemaker gets paid."

That stopped another argument from slipping past his lips. "He does?" he said with disbelief.

"Uh-huh."

"Oh."

Y/N smiled sympathetically, rubbing circles on his palms with her thumbs as she waited for him to put the pieces together. He stared at her for about five seconds before a small smile crossed his lips before he began talking again, his words coming out as a happy chirp.

"Let's go quit my fucking job!"

"Yeah!"

Now it was settled, Y/N stood and held her hands out to pull him up, which he accepted immediately and then, before he knew it, they were on their way out of HQ, but not before he turned towards Harcourt and announced. "I think I should be paid," to the entire room, mostly Harcourt, though. John and Leota stayed dead quiet, both sparing each other a glance, then waiting for whatever insult Emilia was going to throw his way.

There was silence that dragged on for a beat too long.

"Please? Pretty please?"

Emilia sighed, a deep guttural one, and shrugged. "Sure, whatever you want."

Adrian pumped a fist victoriously above his head and ran off towards Y/N's car. He had to wait for Y/N to unlock it, so he stood there, smiling to himself until she joined him. He was giggly the entire drive to Fennel Fields; he couldn't remember the last time he had felt so carefree about anything, especially anything surrounding money. And even if he felt like crying or something equally stupid and irrational, he could do that in front of Y/N and not be ridiculed for it. That alone was a relief.

Fennel Fields had very few customers other than a couple of regulars, including a gaggle of old ladies that waved at Adrian as he entered. One of the kinder ones, Dolores, gestured for him to come talk to her, and Adrian obliged. He walked over to where she sat with her knitting and greeted by getting his cheeks pinched between her wrinkled fingers.

"You get more handsome every time I see you! But you're too skinny! You've got to eat more, young man." The words were accompanied by the gentle patting on his cheek. "Have you been eating properly lately?"

"Trying to, ma'am," he replied sheepishly and chuckled when her expression changed from maternal concern to exasperation.

Dolores huffed, yet someone entirely different infused her being as soon as she noticed Y/N standing next to Adrian. "Well, well," she exclaimed in shock and delight. She grabbed Y/N by the wrist and pulled her closer so she had a better view of the young girl's features. "Your girlfriend is pretty, Adrian. You've got to force him to eat more often and take better care of himself."

"I will, ma'am," Y/N answered, chuckling at Dolores' dramatic antics.

The old lady asked question and after question about the couple's relationship status, which was, honestly, good prep for their mission. The first few startled Adrian a little, and it was only with Y/N's reassuring squeeze of his hand that he decided to go along with the fabrication Y/N was spinning. He remembered an offhanded thing Adebayo said back when she was caught planting that diary on Peacemaker. When Vigilante heard of that, he was quick to ask, "How do you even do something like that? Lie? Lie to your friends?" but unlike his angry peers, he sounded more on the curious side of things.

And she had said, "I bent the truth a little, but I mostly omitted facts about what I did, that's not as ba-" She stopped. "Yeah, it was bad of me, sorry guys."

So whenever Dolores interrogated him about where they met, when they got together, yadaa yadaa yadaa, Adrian told her as many truths as he could and when the truth conflicted with the lie, he looked across at Y/N to take the lead and she did, an it was obvious she was a lot better at the whole ordeal.

"Hey champ, why don't you go talk to your boss while I gossip with Dolores here?" Y/N suggested to Adrian, nodding towards his manager who was looking at him from the kitchens curiously. Adrian agreed happily and practically skipped off in the direction of Julian's office, humming a song to himself.

"Julian, hello. I don't want to work here anymore," Adrian blurted out once he had waved through the doorframe. "I quit."

For a second, Julian froze in surprise at Adrian's sudden outburst. Then he laughed and proceeded to walk straight up to Adrian. "Okay, that's great," he said whilst clapping Adrian on the shoulder. "It's about time!"

"Huh?" Adrian blinked.

"Come on, kid, you've been here for too long. Don't tell me you actually like it here?"

"I mean, I guess not, but-"

Julian nudged Adrian out of his office with a cheery, "Exactly!" and that was it. Quitting a job had never been so easy nor fast. Adrian had expected some sort of resistance from Julian to get him to stay, but apparently not. He was surprised, yes, and maybe disappointed a little - not that he would ever admit to that- but definitely relieved that he wouldn't have to work for a second longer in Fennel Fields.

It had been his job ever since he left school, and as nice as it was to not have to worry about climbing the job ladder, he couldn't help but feel a slight pang inside of him whenever he realised he'd probably never come back here. The food sucked so he'd never willingly get a meal there unless there was some kind of natural disaster and Fennel Fields was literally the only place open.

Other than Julian, who had tried to insert himself into an unwanted cool uncle type of role in Adrian's life, the rest of the staff weren't all that nice to him. They mostly ignored him, except for the times when the coffee machine broke and needed fixing because Adrian was the only one who knew how to deal with it.

Frankly, he should've quit years ago.

Returning to Y/N's side, he found that she was sitting in the booth opposite Dolores and the old woman was teaching her how to knit. By the look of it, Y/N wasn't doing a good job and had jumbled up the wool into a big mess. She glanced up at Adrian, grinned when she saw him watching her and made an exaggerated grimace to emphasise her frustration, earning herself a chuckle from Adrian.

"You're awful," he said playfully, hip bumping her so she'd move over enough to give him space to sit beside her, which Y/N gladly obliged. As soon as he sat down, he untangled some of the yarn and took the needles from her hands. "I'm assuming the casting on was your handiwork, Dolores?"

The old woman nodded.

Then the man who spent most of his nights killing bad guys and shooting people in the dick for fun began knitting with such practised ease that Y/N nearly fell out of her chair in astonishment. After the first row was completed in record time, Adrian placed the needles back into Y/N's hands and guided her into how to continue the process, his eyes following her movements and his mouth curving upwards with pride every time she managed a decent stitch.

"There you go, that's great! You did so good," he cheered when she finished her row, making Y/N flush red with 'something' as she tucked some hair behind her ear. Adrian couldn't help the pleased smile that came over his face, and his attention wandered to her lips for only a moment before he averted his gaze and focused on the knitting again.

Y/N felt her being rise in temperature at the praise coming from Adrian, and she wondered briefly if that blush was obvious on her cheeks, but quickly discarded that thought when she glanced down at her watch. Their quick detour had taken an hour of their precious time and there were still so many things that needed to be done.

Even better, she finally noticed the influx of text messages from Harcourt she'd gotten. The language used in each one had increased in vulgarity as time ticked on.

Human Chihuahua: Where are you?

Human Chihuahua: Seriously?

Human Chihuahua: I will hunt you down and drag you back here

Human Chihuahua: Bring limp dick four eyes with you

Human Chihuahua: Your mother should've aborted you

Human Chihuahua: Dad is proud of only one of his daughters

Human Chihuahua: You wear a neon sign that says ‘raw dog me, I’m a bottom’

Human Chihuahua: You look like you cut your hair with a knife and fork

Human Chihuahua: If you're buying coffee, can you get me one?

Human Chihuahua: Please?

Human Chihuahua: Bribe me and I won't be mad at you

Human Chihuahua: I'll tell Peacemaker that you want to watch Hentai with him before you get on the plane cause it calms you down

Human Chihuahua: I envy the people who haven't met you yet

Human Chihuahua: Remember that one time you peed yourself in the middle of Walmart?

Bootleg Miss Honey: I was five years old.

Human Chihuahua: Get your fucking ass here.

Human Chihuahua: Now!

Obviously, that was their cue to leave. With a quick pat to Adrian's hand, Y/N declared, "I think we should get going, don't you think, champ? We've got some packing to do." He nodded and started to shuffle out of the booth. "It was lovely to meet you, Dolores. I hope your grandson likes his jumper."

Just before the pair were about to step away, Dolores waved Y/N to lean closer to her and whispered, "He's a good boy and he's been through a lot, don't go breaking his heart now. I'm 83 and I'll still kick your ass if I hear such a thing, okay?"

"Wouldn't dream of it, ma'am."

"Good," Dolores smiled. "Now run along, young lady."

Y/N saluted her and left the cafe before Adrian even had a chance to inquire what the little whispering session had been about. He hurried after her and grabbed her by the arm before she could make it to the car, whining, "Can you not tell Peacemaker that I can knit? That's, like, not cool of me to know or whatever."

"I think it's cute."

"It's embarrassing."

"It's sweet. Now get in the car. We've got to stop off at Starbucks so Emilia doesn't kill us."

Adrian rolled his eyes but didn't complain anymore, instead deciding to let himself relax as the car ride went on. They chatted aimlessly until they got back to HQ where everyone seemed so grateful for their coffees that they didn't ask where the pair had disappeared to.

Time ticked and ticked far too fast, and before they knew it, it was time to board. The team had done what they possibly could to plan in such a short time and now it was up to the 'newlyweds' to get the ball rolling.

They had their suitcases filled with the essentials and their phones replaced with dummy ones with their fake lives already downloaded.

For who knows how long, Adrian Chase and Y/N L/N didn't exist. They'd be going under the monikers of Marty and Sidney Bardot, two young socialites that had recently popped onto the scene with their charitable donations and lavish fundraisers. The young couple decided that The Monarch Hotel would be the perfect place for their honeymoon, and who was going to refuse a standout couple such as them? It was perfect.

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