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arminsumi · 8 months

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geto letting you put eyeliner on him while sitting on his lap- taking the opportunity to flirt with you!!! I'm imagining soft, light, almost tickling touches and his sultry eyes. reader *desperately* trying to keep her cool...

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A/N: stawppp u made me blush tysm 💗 also this idea made me SPIN in my spinny chair i love it sm. sugie's eyes are so mesmerizing 🫠 (p.s. ur theme is so prettyyy!!)

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Pairing: GETO Suguru x f.reader

Summary: practicing putting eyeliner on your best friend, while sat in his lap. He can't help but take this chance to flirt with you. Of course, a certain someone interrupts your moment right at the end

Warnings; Satoru being a jackass and totally interrupting u guys at THE moment lol

♪ melting like an ice cream when you smile

“Is it bothering you? Should I clip it back?” Suguru asked.

“Nooo, I don’t mind it.” you replied. “I can keep your bangs at bay with my pinkie, ‘s all good.”

What you did mind was the proximity between you and him.

You could feel the support of his muscular thighs and the engulfing warmth radiating from his chest even through that oversized cotton shirt of his. The very white shirt that had always driven your senses wild for some reason – probably because of how its short sleeves teasingly hinted at his toned arms underneath without completely showing them off.

Pinkie keeping his bangs at bay, fingertip lightly pressing against his cheekbone and hair tickling your skin, you applied the eyeliner with slow, meticulous strokes.

Suguru was mesmerized. You looked focused like an artist at work on a painting. And he noticed that you seemed mesmerized, too. Even a bit shy, which he commented on because it was so unlike you.

“Shy, huh?” He teased.

“I’m not shy.” You denounced half-heartedly. “Why would I be?”

He just smirked in response, and that itself had such an effect on you; your careful line became an inky squiggle. “Oh no! No no no!” you muttered under your breath, hastily using your pinkie to wipe the mistake away but that only resulted in smudging it awkwardly into the crease of his eyes.

“Don’t laugh! Don’t smile! I have to fix the corner…” you begged with Suguru, but that only made him laugh and smile harder. He apologized through soft chuckles.

After correcting the mistake, you pulled back from his face to check that both sides seemed equal. Only when you pulled your face away like this, did you and Suguru realize in the back of your minds that you were quite close to each other earlier…

“Mesmerized by something?” he asked teasingly. His cool voice was so close to your ears, it felt like it reverberated in your whole chest.

Sultry eyes narrowed interestedly at you as you observed the corners of them. Those abyssal irises demanded eye contact from you, and once they got it, they peered into your soul. Suguru loved doing that, not only to appreciate your eyes but because of your sweet, shy reaction.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to stare. Just making sure both sides look the same.” You told him.

“Mhm.” He hummed.

Maybe the broken eye contact is what led him to snake his arms around your waist and pull you closer. Or maybe he just missed the intimate closeness that you had with him earlier, when your faces were quite close.

You tried to distract yourself from the bubbling heat in the pit of your stomach that his subtle touch caused. “I’m not very talented at eyeliner…” you admitted.

“Really? I think yours always looks good.” Suguru said.

“Just ‘good’ ?! That means I look bad.”

He chuckled. “No I – alright, I’ll phrase it better; you always look like you’re ready for a photoshoot.”

“Oh, stop flirting!” you scolded him playfully, causing his lips to stretch into a cheeky smile.

“Aw, you caught me in the act.” He muttered sultrily.

You tried not to smile, but that was very impossible in the moment. It seems it was the same for him, too. Being so close to you with his arms wrapped around your waist put him in an excited daze.

Sunset light streamed in through the sheer curtains, patterned shadows forming on the white bed made it seem like you were sitting on a grey meadow of flowers, twigs and leaves. A very slight rumble of traffic rose over the railing of the balcony just outside the sliding door. Tokyo had a certain sound and feeling to it, one you could never put your finger on.

After a bout of silence, you realized you and him had stopped talking and just stared into one another’s eyes. You’d even stopped applying the eyeliner. Stomachs knotted up with feelings, the two of you were both about to say something to each other before you blurted out “The brown eyeliner fits you well, glad I chose it.”

“Oh?” he batted his lashes at you… or was that an involuntary action? Who knows. You continued to carefully flick the felt tip of the eyeliner until a tiny, sharp angle was formed.

Well, ‘sharp’. It wasn’t as razor-edged as the other side, which really bothered you. The way you flitted your eyes between his two made him crack a smile that made his Addam’s apple subtly shift up and down.

“Do I look bad?” he asked curiously.

“Not at all… you look ho- you look good with eyeliner.” You replied.

“Oh, I look hot, huh? You crushin’ on me? Satoru’s gonna be heartbroken.” He joked.

“I'm not crushing — !” you squeaked quickly in response, taken aback.

“You’re not crushing on me or you’re not crushing on him?”

“I’ve never… I’m not crushing on Satoru.” You told him.

Such an unexpectedly serious question for him throw into the mellow atmosphere. He tried to sound light-hearted so he wouldn’t scare you off from answering, or give hint to his nervousness.

“So then…?”

“So then what?” you blinked at him, all movements of the eyeliner brush ceased. Things were getting heatedly exciting.

“So then, you have a thing for me?”

You widened your eyes at him. His heart thumped, he was getting nervous – unsure how to judge your reactions to his questions. He was trying to assess whether you liked him or not, and you were making it so hard. If only he could read your mind, he thought.

“Huh? What? Stop flustering me!” You laughed it off.

He could tell you were avoiding answering out of nervousness, but it still irked him; he really wanted to know.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to just spring that on you so suddenly. I was just… curious.” He said.

You sighed. “I’m… I’m already melting over you, no need to vaporize me.”

“Oh? You’re melting?” his eyes lit up, “Why?”

“Because…” you trailed off immediately, “No reason.” You lied.

“No reason?” he questioned, raising his brows sceptically, “You sure about that?”

With the way he raised his brows, his eyes became even more spellbinding. You felt completely bewitched by them. The pigment of the liquid eyeliner, paired with the undertones of the eye pencil you started with, paired with the slight glint of light in his eyes – all of it made that bubbling heat in your stomach explode into an even bigger feeling.

You got so lost in his pretty, abyssal eyes that you didn’t realize how silent you’d become, or how close you had gotten to his face – not that he minded the increased proximity, it had his heart pumping hard.

“You okay? Still melting?” he teased.

“Sorry! I’m just – “

“ – mesmerized by me? Melting for me?” he teased further.

“Suguru!” you laughed shyly.

“There’s no need to keep playing it off, I can see right through you.” He said seriously.

Your eyes lingered on his for much too long. It felt like what he said was true – it felt like he really could see right through you, like you were transparent. He was itching to break the tension between you and him with a feverish kiss. One of those classic, best-friends-to-lovers kisses that you see in the movies.

But then guess who burst through the door of your apartment as loudly as possible? Yeah, the jackass that you regretfully gave your apartment key to.

“YOUR SAVIOR HAS ARRIVED!” Satoru hollered, striding down the hallway and popping his head into your bedroom to find you and Suguru breaking apart very quickly, as if you weren’t just on his lap about to share your first kiss.

“Did ya miss me? ‘Course you did. What?”

“Nothing.” You shook your head.

“What’s with that look?” Satoru whined.

“Nothiiing!” You groaned, Suguru just chuckled under his breath.

“Yuh, I mean, I didn’t do anything, after all. Weirdos.” Oh, you really wanted to shove a pillow into his face.

He pounced on the bed, coming right between you and Suguru without thinking too much of it. “I’m so hungry – let’s get takeout.” He whined and rolled around on your bed. He pleaded until you gave in. “Yay, let’s fuckin’ go then I’m so starved.” He said dramatically.

So you and Suguru readied yourselves to go out for a spontaneous food trip.

“What a pity.” He said with the utmost sultriness in his eyes and voice, leaving you at the doorframe with a wink that lingered in your mind for the rest of the day.

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jazzthatonewriterchick · 5 months

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Daddy’s Home (Dom!Gojo x Sub!Black!Fem!Reader 18+ One Shot)

“Daddy’s home, baby. Now take your fucking clothes off.”

Pairing: Satoru Gojo x Black!Fem!Reader

Synopsis: It’s been 3 years. You believe your fiancé is dead. You’ve been attempting to move forward in your life without him there beside you. You try to grieve properly in order to move on….until he comes home. And he’s more than ready to make up lost time.

Warnings: MANGA SPOILERS; Smutty Smut; 18+ (MINORS GTFO); Grief; Mentions of Depression, Death & Suicide; Alcohol/Drug Use; Feral!Gojo; Rough Sex; Ripping Clothes; Dirty Talk; Cunnilingus; Forced Deepthroating; Face-Fucking; Multiple Positions; Gojo Giving You Deep Dick; Breeding Kink; Unprotected PIV Sex; Creampie; Cum Eating; Ownership; Gojo Makes You a Mommy; Aftercare; Degradation; Petnames: Baby; Little Girl; Mama; Sweetheart

Disclaimer: I own none of the characters mentioned in this fic. However, as this is my writing, I do not give permission for my work to be reposted on any other sites that are not from my own accounts. Thank you!

*IMPORTANT NOTE: In the manga, Gojo is only sealed for 19 days, but in the time of the rest of the manga being written and illustrated, it was 3 years. So the timeline of his being sealed and freed will be 3 years.

Writer’s Note: I’m coping. AND celebrating my man's birthday!! The happiest birthday (and week and month) to my favorite boi! 💙💙💙 -Jazz

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You’ve never felt such pain before.

It isn't pain that can simply be fixed with a band-aid or a kiss, like a scrape or a cut. It is a deep, cavernous, emotional pain that you have never experienced before...not before losing your fiance. The man you adored and cherished. Your best friend. Your soulmate. Your sunshine peeking through the dark, gray clouds.

But since losing him, all your days are washed with gray. You can't stand any sunny days now, knowing that he loved them and would want to do something–anything–to seize them. "C'mon, baby, let's go get some ice cream!" he'd cheerfully shout. Or "let's go biking" or "wanna take a walk in the park with me?"

Now, all you do is lay in bed and watch the days go by, the pain you feel too much. You've never experienced something so profound and intense. It causes you to cry every single morning into the night until the pink of dawn comes again.

It's been like this for three years now since you lost him forever. It still feels weird to say that: forever. You thought you'd have forever with him, but it was ripped away from you all that time ago during the Shibuya incident. It was a bloody war, from what you've heard; a massacre. So many innocent people perished.

The lives that were spared were among the other Sorcerers and his students, including Nobara who managed to survive Mahito's attack . You visited her all that time she spent in the hospital after the attack as the doctors worked to save her eye. In the end, she lost it, but gained a false one just last year that looks exactly like her real one.

Nanami also survived. It was a close call, apparently. Yuji had found him and attacked Mahito before Nanami could face his violent death. Half of his face and body are completely scalped, but he doesn't try to cover them. They are his battle scars; a reminder of what he is fighting for. He still resides in Japan though you've all been telling him to retire and go to Malaysia. "Not until he's back," he'd fiercely say. "I'm not resting until he's out of that damn box."

He checks on you as do Yuji, Megumi, and Nobara, to ensure you're okay. Shoko spent the night with you a few times until you firmly told her to stop. "I'm not gonna slit my wrists or anything," you scoffed. Shoko pursed her lips at you as she smoked her cigarette on your balcony. "No, but you might drink yourself to death first," she mumbled.

And yes, you have been drinking. You've also been smoking. Weed and alcohol are all that cure the pain, at least for a little while. You don't have to see his dazzling smile or snow-white hair behind your eyelids when you fall asleep high as a kite. It's unhealthy and you know that, but what else can you do?

You have nothing to live for anymore. Your fiance is gone. You try to tell the others this, who have worked tirelessly all this time to find a way to bail him out. 'It's been three years!' you think. 'If they haven't found a way yet, they never will. He is never getting out of that box or the Prison Realm.' And that is the sad, horrible truth.

You curl yourself into a ball now, wrapped in one of his crisp button-up shirts, naked underneath. It is twelve in the afternoon. You haven't eaten or gotten dressed, only showered and brushed your teeth (after Shoko sent you a text to do so). Tears stain your eyes which still sting from your sob session the night before. "Satoru," you whimper into the pillows. "Come back to me, please."

You know this isn't possible, but you wish to God or whoever makes miracles happen that it was. How can you live in a world, in a realm, where your love isn't here? You were going to get married, in spring of 2024. He had promised you after a wonderful night of dinner, champagne, and dancing on a private yacht he ordered just for you two.

When he got down on those long legs, one knee propped up, and presented you with that box, you could feel yourself melt. "After all of this is over," he promised, "after I make this world safer for you, let's do it, baby. I wanna spend the rest of my life with you." He gave you that big, gigawatt, hopeful smile as you felt tears pour down your cheeks, ruining your makeup. "You up for seein' this face forever?" he joked.

That night, you answered him. Over and over again, making love until morning. Until you were both spent and ached so good from twisting your bodies in a hundred different positions. Until your thighs were soaked with his cum and all you could see, hear, and smell was him.

You were more than prepared to spend the rest of your life like that with him...and now, that's all gone. A fresh wave of grief overcomes you and you grip the pillow, stuffing your face into it. Once again, you say the same words you've been saying for three years like a prayer: "Satoru, come back to me. Please."

BANG!

The sound is so loud and abrupt that it scares you. You sit up immediately, your heart lurching into your throat. You look around the room only to find it empty, but then hear the familiar sound of the front door closing from downstairs. Someone is here. But who?

"H-Hello?" you call. "Shoko, is that you?"

No answer. It is completely silent all except for the birds chirping outside your window which only adds to the ominous feeling of the situation at hand. You never gave Shoko a spare key to your home and you're the only one who can get in and out. So who the fuck is in your house?

You then hear the familiar sound of footsteps coming up the stairs, one by one, as if the stranger is taking his sweet time doing so. You instantly reach for your phone to dial 911 and retreat to the bathroom across the room, but stop when a shadow crosses the bedroom wall, and then a figure appears in the threshold of the bedroom you used to share with your fiance.

You stare at the figure hard as if it's difficult for you to decipher it, but it's impossible not to know who it is. You can tell from how tall he is as he stands there, towering over you in the doorway. You can tell from his lean body sinewy with muscles under his black clothes. You can tell from his pale skin, snow-white hair you used to love to run your fingers through, and iced, blue eyes that stare right through you.

That same lovely, adorable, sexy, dazzling grin crosses his pillowy-soft, pink lips as he stares at you from across the room. “Honey, I’m home," Gojo chirps as if he just walked in from a hard day at work.

You stare him down, afraid to move or speak in fear of ruining this or exposing it for what it is: a trick. A mirage. A hallucination caused by too much alcohol or weed (unlikely, but still). Is this a dream? Are you dead? Did you go ahead and drink yourself to death like Shoko foresaw?

He walks toward you, slowly as if to not frighten you further. You stay on the bed, afraid to move. You're trembling. He finally stops just at arm's length from you, that same smile and warm gaze still on his face. “T-Tarou?” you whisper, finding your voice.

“In the flesh," he replies in that easy, sexy drawl that you've always loved. So careless. So laidback. His expression grows concerned, his brows drawn together. “How ya doin’, baby?” he asks. Your heart flips at the sound of that pet name. You haven't heard it in so, so long.

You scamper towards him, wanting to get closer to him, but then stop, afraid to. He doesn't react to either, still standing there and waiting for you to process this. “No,” you whisper. “This isn’t real. I’m just high as fuck right now.” You put your hands in your hair, gripping the dark coils/braids/locs/curls/twists harshly.

You know that this isn't possible. You haven't touched any weed since yesterday morning, wanting to give yourself a break. Gojo whistles as he nods at the bong sitting on your bedside table. “Well, judging from that, probably so. You got any left? I could use it after the 3 years I’ve had.”

You don't answer. You barely even breathe, afraid to do so in fear of putting a tear in the fabric of this moment and ripping it apart. You still can't tell if this is really happening. Is it a trick of your cursed grief making you see shit? Could it be that a Curse is here and has somehow taken over Gojo's body, and now, they're here to kill you? You would rather take that than this uncertainty.

Gojo suddenly raises his hand toward you as if to touch you, but doesn't. “Touch me," he encourages. Though hesitant, you lift a tentative hand and stroke your fingers over his veiny arm. All you feel is solid, soft, warm skin. Gojo's smile gets bigger. “See? I’m real. It’s really me, baby.”

And suddenly, the fog over your mind has been cleared and you can see clearly. All is for certain, including that the man standing here is your man. Your 'Tarou. “It’s really you,” you whimper. “Oh, my God….oh, my God!” You can't stop the tears or the blubbering as relief and utter joy wash over you.

Gojo opens your arms for you and he barely budges as you shoot into them, not even making him stagger. You bury your head in his chest, breathing in his scent and moving your hands over his back muscles. “I’ve missed you,” you sob. “I’ve missed you so, so much, Satoru! It’s been awful!”

He holds you tight to him, solid and absolutely real. “Shhh, I’m sorry, Y/N,” he coos. “I would’ve come back sooner, but I had to take care of some things.”

You pull away to look up at him through your blurred vision. He doesn't appear hurt or bruised. In fact, he looks the exact same he did before he was sealed in that box. “What do you–“

“And I’ll tell you everything after I get some pussy.”

You pause, processing his abrupt words. “What?” you scoff. “But what about all that's happened? How'd you even escape the Prison Realm? Have you eaten or drank? What about–"

Gojo, impatient, presses a long finger to your lips. “Forget about all of that right now, Y/N. Worry about the fact that you haven’t seen me in three years and you’re dying for me to put you in the mattress again.”

Then that familiar, dark, lustful look crosses his eyes like an eclipse, taking over him. “I think you’re understanding me clearly," he says, his voice dipping an octave lower than usual. “Daddy’s home, baby. Now take your fuckin’ clothes off.”

You stare at him hard, wondering if he is serious. You haven’t seen him in three years. You have so many more questions to ask him. Like what did he do while sealed? Did he see Yuji, Megumi and Nobara before he came? Were they the ones that got him out? Is he okay?

But from the way he is staring you down like he wants to take a piece of you, you can tell that all of those questions will have to just wait to be answered. Plus, the last one is already answered for you: no, he isn’t okay. He is fucking feening for you. He needs you. You can tell from the way his hands grip you closer and from the feeling of his semi hard-on pressing into your thigh from inside his pants.

You can’t imagine what three years without sex was like and you don’t want to. So you’re more than happy to give him whatever he is looking for right now. “O-Okay, Gojo,” you softly stutter. Your hands move to his top to unbutton it, first starting at the bottom. But your hands fumble and shake as if this is the first time you’re doing this for him.

“Takin’ too long,” Gojo growls, impatient. Tearing your hands away from his shirt, he immediately rips the $1,000 top off of you, revealing your laced bra and panties underneath. You squeak as he does so, alarmed. “Gojo, your shirt!” you gasp, especially when the buttons fly all over the place.

“Forget the fuckin’ shirt,” he says, his voice all but a rasp. "I’ll get a new one. It’s not fair how sexy you look in my clothes, sweetheart.” He presses his lips to your chest, breathing you in for a moment. “God, I’ve missed your smell,” he sighs. “I’ve missed how you feel. I’ve missed you so, so much.” He pulls away then, looking down at your hand. “And you’re still wearing the ring,” he points out.

You look down at your hand where the sterling silver engagement ring sits, its diamonds sparkling at you. “Of course,” you whisper. “I never took it off. I’m engaged to you.” You want to tell him that you always dreamed he’d come back, that you wanted him to see you with it when he did.

“So there’s been no one else?” he suddenly asks, his eyes sizing you up. “You haven’t been with any other man besides me?” Immediately, you shake your head. “No, Daddy,” you whisper, immediately falling back into the soft, obedient, submissive state that you always slide into with him as if it’s natural to you. And it is. He makes you feel so safe and loved and kept. It’s impossible not to do so all for him. “There’s been no one,” you say. “No one can ever make me feel the way you do.”

A crooked smirk crosses Gojo’s lips that has you quivering in between your thighs. “So one has played with this body but me?” he asks. “No one has played with that pussy but me?” Again, you shake your head, your breath becoming short and labored. His eyes seem to dark even more, becoming an ocean blue. “That’s what I wanna hear,” he whispers. Then his lips are finally, finally, on yours, his tongue dancing and swirling with yours, creating a wet, sloppy, feverish kiss that takes your breath away.

You moan wantonly into his mouth, wrapping your arms around him. Oh, how you’ve missed this. How you’ve only prayed to feel these lips again. At some point during the dizzying kissing session, Gojo pulls his clothes off, breaking apart from you to strip himself of his shirt, pants, and shoes, leaving himself in his designer briefs that look way tighter than usual.

Actually, now that you’re noticing it, his entire body looks buffer than usual. Gojo has always had muscles but was leaner three years ago. Now, his muscles are more defined, pushing up against his shirt when he has it on.

He smirks at your wandering eyes. “Something you like, mama?” he purrs. He takes your hand, running it over his hard abs and chiseled abs where his pink nipples are hard for you, ready to be sucked. “Something…different?”

“It’s just…you’re so…” You shudder in delight as he slides your hand down his stomach that you could bake cookies on. “Big,” you decide, running your free hand up his forearm. “You don’t have much to do in the Prison Realm except work out and masturbate,” he chuckles. “I wanted to be bigger and stronger for you when I was finally free. And I wanna let you know something, baby.” He leans in then, pressing his lips against your ear. “It’s all yours,” he whispers. “This body…this cock…everything. All of it is yours.”

You shudder again as his dirty words swirl in your mind. He pulls away, smirking at you. “Lemme show you what I mean.” Then, instantly, he is snapping off your bra and flinging it away before his lips and hands are latching to your nipples. He sucks and licks at your hard, brown nipples like a hungered man, his hands groping the sensitive globes and pinching your nipples with his long, piano fingers. “Look at these beautiful fuckin’ titties,” he says, more to himself than to you. “I’ve missed my girls so much.”

Your head falls back and your mouth opens, captured by the pleasure he is giving you. “S-Satoru,” you whimper. Every graze of his teeth and lick of his skillful tongue has your pussy gushing. You haven’t been this wet in three years! Actually, you haven’t even been horny in three years. No one has ever been able to arouse you the way Gojo can.

You find yourself rolling your hips against his knee as your hands grasp his broad shoulders for balance and leverage. Gojo hums as you grind your wet, panty-covered pussy against his knee, smirking up at you playfully. “Grindin’ that pussy on my leg, hm?” he tuts. “Even after three years, you’re still a little slut. I wouldn’t have it any other way though.”

He gives one of your titties one last suck before he shoves himself away from you. You stare up at him, confused, while he only gives you a stern look. “Get on the bed and open your legs. I need that pussy in my face.”

You are helpless to refuse him, especially when your pussy is begging and sobbing for the same thing. You quickly hurry onto the bed and sit back onto your elbows as you open your legs for him. Gojo is between them immediately, his hands ripping off your panties as if they are no more than strings. As soon as he gets a look at your puffy, wet pussy leaking for him, he groans and his cock visibly twitches in his pants. “Shit,” he hisses. “I’ve missed her too.”

And then he’s giving in like he would the cleanest, purest, bluest waters, his hands under your ass to give him a better angle and a better way to plunge his tongue deeper inside you. He laps and sucks at your pussy and sensitive clit, his tongue flicking and swirling around your hole like he needs it. Craves it.

You grab at his hair, pushing his head deeper into you as you wail and moan to the heavens above. “O-Oh, my God!” you cry out to the ceiling. “‘Tatoru, yes, more! Please give me more! Don’t stop!”

Your voice bounces off of the bedroom walls, unbound and unashamed. You haven’t had this kind of pleasure––so intense and explosive––in so long. His wet mouth and soft lips feel so good. His nose brushing against your clit as his tongue swirls inside your pussy is beyond. You feel incredible…too incredible. Gojo works his mouth fast, pulling you quickly towards an orgasm that gathers in your core and threatens to tumble down over you.

“Wait, Daddy!” you protest. “Slow down! ‘M gonna cum too fast!”

Gojo’s blue eyes peer up at you through long, white lashes as he continues to lap at your cunt. “Do it,” he demands. “‘Cause I’m finna make you cum as many times as I want to. I’ll make you cream your pretty brains out till dawn, baby. I’m making up for lost time.”

He ducks back down, going faster, and even adding his long index and middle fingers inside of the wet, tight depths of your pussy. Your walls clench around him instantly as he expertly finds your G-spot and begins gliding his fingers up against it, encouraging you to cum with every stroke of his fingers and tongue. “Do it,” he orders. “Cum for me. Cum around my fingers and my tongue, gorgeous. I’ve got you. I promise.”

And you know he does. He grips one of your hips with one hand as he finger fucks you with the other, humming “mm-hmm” and other encouraging words that are smothered by your pussy as he drags you closer to your orgasm. When it finally breaks, it crashes onto you like a wave, causing your back to arch off of the bed like you’re experiencing an exorcism. “Fuck!” you sob as you feel your body shake and shudder through your earth-shattering orgasm.

Moans of Gojo’s government and curses to the stars leave your lips as Gojo carries you through your mind-blowing, body-shaking, earth-quaking orgasm…and even after, when your body aches and your heart is pounding, he continues to eat your pussy.

He continues to lap and suck at your lips, cleaning up the cum that dribbles out your hole and down your asscrack. He licks there too, moaning breathlessly and wantonly as he does. Finally, when he is good and satisfied, he pulls away from you and sits back onto his hands, breathing heavily with his chin and lips shiny with your juices and his saliva.

A weak moan leaves your lips as your pussy twitches in delight and exhaustion at being stimulated. You feel so, so good. So free. You finally feel as if the sun has finally shown itself behind the gray clouds that have darkened your life for three years. You look at your man adoringly, wanting him to know how much you love him and how good he has made you feel. “Gojo,” you sigh. “That was amazing. I–“

“Open your mouth,” he demands. You button your lip, your words failing you immediately. You stare at him blankly, your post-orgasm brain not quite processing his words. Gojo sits up on his knees on the mattress, grabbing his cock in his pants. “You fuckin’ heard me,” he growls. “Open that slutty mouth, now. Don’t make me tell you again, little girl.” He pins you down with an intimidating look that is only intensified by his sapphire eyes.

Once again, you can’t deny him. While still recovering from your orgasm, you open your mouth wide for him, your plump lips covering your teeth and your tongue out. Just the way he likes it. Gojo walks towards you on his knees and stays beside you as he unbuttons his pants. In one swift motion, he takes down his pants and his briefs, causing his cock to pop out. The long, thick, veiny appendage, bubbling with pre-cum from its pink head, lightly slaps you in the face, causing you to gasp.

Gojo grabs your neck rather roughly, pulling you towards his cock without properly preparing you or waiting for you to prepare yourself. You stare down at his large dick, alarmed at how hard he is. The veins in his shaft throb as does his head that is quickly turning from a soft pink to an angry red. “Gojo, hold up–“

But your words are interrupted by his cock sliding between your lips. A hiss of relief leaves Gojo’s lips as he grips your neck, beginning to rut his hips deep into your mouth. “Sorry, mama,” he groans, “but I can’t be nice to that throat today. I’m just too pent-up. You understand, right?”

You can’t even answer. His cock is too thick; too big; it stretches your mouth out too wide, making your jaw hurt. But all you have to do is breathe through your nose and take it, which Gojo tells you to do so, as he begins to fuck your throat like it’s your pussy. Like it’s his own personal fleshlight.

“Fuckin’ fuck yes!” Gojo loudly grunts, his voice completely primal and animalistic as he roughly fucks your throat. Though he has fucked your throat before, this time, it feels much, much different. He grips your hair and makes your scalp sting with how much he pulls it. He plunges your throat so fast and so hard in your sloppy throat that saliva drips down your chin and down your tits. He turns your face into his fuck toy, doing with it as he pleases.

But though primal and animalistic, he is still completely involved with your pleasure. When you suddenly feel his fingers quickly rubbing your clit after licking his palm, your body lurches and your thighs twitch while you whine and protest feebly around his cock. “Theeeere we go,” he chuckles. “That’s what I want. Feel good with me, mama. This is where your weak, right? Right here?”

He applies more pressure, rubbing your rosebud in time with his thrusts into your throat, his balls swinging against your chin. All you can feel, taste, and smell is him. Your senses are completely overtaken by him. “T-Tawou!” You moan around his cock. “Two mwuch! ‘M sensitive!” Your words are a muffled, jumbled mess around his thick dick, causing more spit to fall from your mouth as you try to speak.

You go to close your legs, but Gojo’s hand yanking on your hair stops you short. “Uh-uh, sweetie,” he teasingly says. “Don't pull away. You owe me this.” He pushes your head farther down his cock, bottoming out in your mouth, causing him to moan so loud that it echoes in the bedroom. “You owe me this for stayin’ so damn sexy after so long. How is that even possible?” He questions you repeatedly as he fucks your throat harder and faster, grunting as he does so. "How's that possible, huh? Huh? Tell me, baby.”

You are turned into a total and complete hole the more he fucks your mouth and flicks your clit, bringing you to yet another orgasm that has your thighs shaking. Finally, he releases your hair and lets you pull away, causing his cock to pop out of your mouth. “Gonna cum!” you whine, spit and cum all over your mouth. “I’m cummin’ again, Satoru!”

Gojo stares at your pussy like a kid in a candy store as you cum once again, gushing all around his long fingers and all over the bedsheets. “Gooood girl!” he praises you. “Cum on these fingers, baby. Gimme what I want, but don't get too distracted, mmkay?” He takes his cock and slides himself back home into your mouth even as you moan and your body writhes on the bed.

“Yes, yes, yes,” he chants, transfixed by the way your body moves and your pussy clenches. “That’s what I want. This is what I need.”

He rubs at your clit until he can feel your exhausted body jerking from the aftershocks. He finally pulls away from you then, cock and all, though he is still hard and throbbing. “I need to fuck you now,” he growls, desperation in his eyes. “And I can’t stop until I cum inside you, baby…without a rubber. Is that okay with you?”

You blink at him, your sight slightly blurred from the two orgasms and your throat raw from it being fucked into oblivion. He must know that you will say yes. He must know that you’ll say yes to anyone he wants or needs. But yet, he still asks because safe sex has always been a priority with him in your relationship. He has always used condoms and has always made a point to not do anything involving PIV sex if he happened to run out.

But now, here he is, telling you that he needs to fuck you raw and cum inside you, possibly breeding you. And you find yourself burning for the same thing like a wildfire has lit inside you. You lean back against the pillows and open your cum-soaked thighs for him, showing him your glistening, puffy, sensitive pussy. “Yes,” you reply. “Fuck me, Daddy. Cum inside me. Breed me.”

Gojo stares at your pussy, spread open for him like it’s spun gold. Suddenly, the loving, silly, goofy man you’ve grown to love is gone, replaced with one who is starved, rough, demanding, and merciless. It thrills and frightens you.

“Oh, you’re gonna fuckin’ get it, girl,” he growls before he grabs you, tosses you onto your back, and gets on top of you. “I’m gonna fuck you till you’re spent,” he promises as he throws your legs over his shoulders and prepares to slide deep inside of you until his balls touch your ass.

When he says this, he means it. Baby, Gojo has you in every position known to man.

He starts first by fucking you in missionary, giving you deep, deep dick that nearly touches your soul and makes you see stars. One of his big, veiny hands wraps around your throat, squeezing gently on your windpipe, while the other pins your thigh open as his cock plunges in and out of your wet, sobbing cunt. He pounds you into the mattress, his big body pressing against yours and his hips nailing your pelvis.

Then he has you on top in 69, his hands groping and smacking your jiggly ass while he, once again, stuffs his face in your cunt. You suck his dick in time with his tongue laps, gagging and slobbering all over his cock much to his delight. It is sloppy and dirty and messy…and you love every minute of it.

You love how his pubic hairs tickle your chin the deeper you slide him down your throat. You love how your eyes sting with tears as he tickles the back of your throat. You love the way his tongue slides from your pussy hole to your asshole, lapping at each one as if they’re the best things he’s ever tasted.

He fucks on your back, hanging off the bed. He fucks you on your stomach, your ass tooted up while his feet are firmly planted on the bed, hammering his dick deep inside of you. He sucks you on your side, his hands cupping your jiggling breasts while his lips caress your neck and shoulder. And he makes you cum every. Single. Time.

By the time he has you on your knees with his cock buried deep in your pussy once again and your arms pulled behind your back, your body is aching for rest and your pussy is a mushy, gushy mess around his cock.

But still you persist, moaning and screaming at the top of your lungs the harder he fucks you. Your voice, along with his own, the creaking bedsprings, and the sound of skin slapping against skin, fills the air around you. “Yes, yes, Daddy, yes, fuck me!” you babble, your words a jumbled mess.

Gojo cackles from behind you, loving how slutty and broken you are on his cock. “You feelin’ good, baby?” he asks. “This dick makin’ you feel good? Don’t have to use those damn toys or those fingers anymore, no. You’ve got me now and I’ll take good, good care of this pussy.”

He slams his hips harder against your ass, making it bounce and jiggle. The harder he goes, the more intense your orgasm gets and you find yourself about to have your sixth orgasm of the day…or night. Is it nighttime now? You can't tell. You’ve been at this for hours, fucking and cumming all over the bed. You don't even know what day it is anymore.

All you can think about is Gojo’s dick and cumming on it. “Shit, I’m gonna cum again!” you sob.

Gojo’s hand circles around your throat, choking you. “Cum on this dick,” he demands. “Do it! Fuckin’ do it for me, baby!”

And you do. Like a puppet on a string being controlled by the white-haired, big-dicked man behind you, you writhe in the air and cum all over his cock. A weak, long moan leaves your lips as you come undone, all self-control leaving you. Gojo pulls out of you with a hiss, talking about how “fuckin’ tight” you are. When you’re released, your arms fall to your sides as you crumble onto the mattress, falling face-first into the pillow. Your body is hot and sweaty, your pussy is twitching, your ass is stinging from his assault on it. You are completely spent.

Gojo leans down to kiss your forehead, smiling at your exhaustion. “Aww, is my baby tired now?” he coos. You weakly moan in response, too tired to speak. “Too bad because I still need to cum inside you. You did ask me to breed you and I’ve gotta make this count.”

Before you can even protest, he is grabbing your weak body and forcing you onto your knees, hiking your ass up for him. He sinks into your overly sensitive, used pussy once more, drawing a moan out of both of you. You let him do as he pleases, too exhausted to fight or argue.

He takes hold of your hips and ruts into you like his life depends on it, nailing that spot again and again that makes you see the entire universe behind your eyelids. It feels so damn good. He fucks you at a breakneck pace, going faster with each second that passes. “O-Oh, s-shit!” you scream into the mattress. “F-Fuck, Daddy, f-f-u-uck!”

Gojo’s fucking is egged on by your moans, his pelvis slamming into your ass and taking your very breath away. “Take this cock,” he groans. “Take all of this dick, baby. It’s yours. All of it is fuckin’ yours. It always was and always will be.” He hikes up his leg and fucks you on one knee, causing him to grow louder and his moans to become more desperate and needy.

“God, I missed this!” he whines. “I’ve been fucking burning for you, baby. Needed you so, so much!” You picture him in the Prison Realm, his hand wrapped around his cock as he is surrounded by darkness and loneliness. As tears spring into your eyes, you lift yourself up onto weak arms to look back at him. “Then show me,” you whisper. “Show me how much you’ve missed me. Cum inside me, ‘Tarou, baby.”

You begin to toss your ass back into him, meeting his every thrust. Gojo takes what you give him and serves it right back, moving in tandem with you. “You want me to cum?” he asks. You nod, moaning and whimpering as you feel his cock begin to swell inside you. “You want me to feel that pussy up?” he grunts. “Want me to make you a mommy? Want me to give you a kid? My kid?”

He begins to pound your pussy into the mattress again, picking up speed. You can feel your last orgasm rising, ready to rip through you. “Say it to me, mama,” he demands. “Tell me you want my baby. Lemme hear it.”

“Yes!” you cry out. “Yes, Satoru, I want your child! I wanna mother your baby!” That must please Gojo because he begins rolling his hips harshly against your ass, rutting into you like he’s trying to fit a home run. His handsome face is red and glittering in sweat, his snow-white hair plastered to his wet forehead.

“Can’t wait to see you full with me,” he groans. “Can’t wait till this tummy is round with my baby and those tits are full of milk. You’re gonna look so, so pretty carryin’ my baby, sweetheart. You’re gonna be the best mommy ever.”

And he’ll be the best daddy ever. That is all you can think as you feel your own orgasm rising at the same time as him, like the sun and the moon rising in unison in the sky. Forever bonded. Forever together.

“Gonna cum,” Gojo warns. “Gonna cum deep inside you. You’d better cum with me too. Cum all over my cock, baby. Cum with me while I fill this little pussy up.”

You nod and wail into the pillow, gripping it for dear life as another blinding orgasm rips through your body. Gojo fucks into your wet, cum-soaked pussy until he feels his own nut coming and he desperately fucks you to chase his high. “Cumming!” he babbles. “‘M cummin’, I’m cummin’, I’m cummin’!”

And when he fills you up, it’s explosive. It’s deep. It’s intense. It fills every part of you, filling you with warmth and the feeling of being absolutely filled to the brim. You weakly moan as you feel his cum fill your tummy, no doubt reaching your womb. He stills for a moment, plugging his cum inside you, before slowly and sloppily rocking his hips into you to fuck his cum deep into your pussy.

When he is finally sure that you’re good and bred, he puts his hands on his narrow hips and whistles tiredly. “Shit,” he sighs. “I really needed that.” You moan in agreement. He then pulls out of you slowly, causing you to whimper quietly as your aching pussy is no longer filled.

He stares at it between your thighs, humming appetizingly. “Mmm, now that’s a sight: a pretty, fucked pussy drippin’ with my cum. Don’t mind if I do.”

Then his mouth is between your thighs again, lapping gently at his and your cum mingled together all over your pussy and inner thighs. You arch your back for him, moaning softly at his soft, careful tongue strokes.

When he finishes, you turn to him, finding his semi-hard cock dripping with your mingled fluids. “You still got some left here, Daddy,” you coo before moving to lap up the cum you left behind on his cock. He allows it, his hand in your hair while he sighs about how good you are.

Once you are cleaned up and all is said and done, the two of you finally lay side by side in your bed, together again at last. You curl into his chest, leaning your head against his heart and wrapping your arms around him. He welcomes it, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead “Welcome home, baby,” you whisper as you look up at him. “Now you gonna tell me how you got out?”

He looks down at you, almost as if he forgot he was supposed to answer a bunch of your very important questions. “Oh, Itadori did that,” he explains like he’s telling you the weather. “He’s a smart kid, y’know. Say, you up for some sushi? I’m cravin’ some fish right now.”

All you can do is laugh and kiss your man before getting the takeout menu that you keep in the nightstand next to the bed. All the important questions can wait.

For now, all you want and need is him.

THE END.

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grey342 · 6 months

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Teacher's pet

College Professor!Phil x reader

synopsis - Phil notices his favourite student struggling and offers her extra help after class.

warnings - MDNI 18+ content, age gap (reader is 20, Phil is in his late 30s), obsessive! reader, Phil whimpering, riding (kinda) and Oral (f receiving).

authors note - *insert 'Older' by Isabel LaRosa*. I LOVE this one sm! Let me know what your thoughts! Again thank you so much for being patient with me, I love every single one of you <3 P.S- The reader is VERY delusional but lets be fr we all are.

please do not steal my work - belongs to @grey342

You fucked up big time.

At first it was a typical high school girl crush but now you were full blown obsessed with him. Getting jealous whenever he talked to another female student or teacher, waking up at 4 am and getting fully ready for your 8 am class with him and finding any excuse to be close to him at all times.

He wasn't helping either.

It really seemed like he was reciprocating your feelings. Always checking up on you in and outside of class, always making you laugh, smiling at you and winking at you.

You didn't think it would become that big of a problem until your grades started to drop in his class. You were simply getting too distracted.

Like right now, you hadn't even noticed he was going around the class handing out your graded papers.

"F again," he sighs disappointedly, "what's going on honey? You never failed my class before and now you're failing every assignment I give you."

"I don't know Mr Wenneck." You say looking down, avoiding his gaze. You hate disappointing him.

"I do. I know exactly whats going on." He declares. You suck in a breath.

"Yo-You do." You gulp.

"Yep," he pauses, "you're over-complicating the work." You let out a breath of relief.

"Don't worry. This is an easy fix, we'll need to start one on one sessions at the end of the day."

"Oh okay." You squeak, trying to hide your excitement.

"Good. We'll start today, be here by 3:30." He winks and moves onto the person next to you.

When the bell rang, you didn't bother going to your second class. You went straight to your dorm to get ready for later. Hardly containing your eagerness.

...

It's exactly 3:30 when you knock on his door. He beckons you inside and you close the door behind you. Ensuring it's shut tight. This was the first time you would be fully alone together and you wanted no disruptions.

"Ah, right on time. Take a seat and i'll be right with you." He says smiling.

He grabs a few things from his desk and makes his way over to sit right next to you. You inhale and exhale quietly, trying to calm yourself down. But all you can think about is how close he is to you and what would happen if you moved your hand slightly ov-

“So,” he grunts, “let’s start with the first part of the topic and see which parts you’re struggling on the most. Mkay?” He asks.

“Um, yeah okay.” You say trying to sound more confident.

He starts explaining the content to you but all you can focus on is his hands. How big they are, how his veins slightly pop out and how they move when he talks. You were too entranced to notice he asked you a question. He was staring at you awaiting an answer.

"I-um sorry, can you repeat the question?" You spluttered out, slightly embarrassed.

He smirks and looks at you. You look down to avoid eye contact when you feel his hand come under your chin to lift your head up.

“Now honey, there’s no need to be nervous.” He says shaking his head in a comforting manner. You look into his eyes and before you can stop yourself, you lean in and press your lips to his.

You felt him slightly pull back out of shock but, in the same moment he leaned in full accepting the kiss. Your hands in his hair and his on your waist.

You pulled away to catch your breath and the realisation of what you just did slapped you in the face.

“Oh god, Mr Wenneck i’m s-”

“Call me Phil.” He cuts you off and captures your lips passionately. He grabs you and pulls you onto his lap. You grip on to his shirt pulling him impossibly closer. His hands rest on the plump of your ass, slowly guiding you back and forth. He pulls away, you're sharing breaths.

"I knew you felt the same," he lowly whispers, "I could tell. The way you'd get nervous talking to me, the lil' blush on your cheeks when i made eye contact with you." You feel your cheeks burn.

You feel the growing tent in his pants against our core. You gasp in both shock and delight. You look into his lust filled eyes and slowly begin to move back and forth. He lets out a sound of pleasure, you swear it was a whimper.

He leans in and begins to kiss at your jaw and neck, you sigh.

"So pretty.." He mumbles.

You feel his hands creep at the bottom of your shirt, bunching it up insisting he wants it off. You reach down and pull the shirt over your head revealing the lace bra underneath.

"Shit.." He breathes, you feel him grow beneath you. You reach down to unbuckle his belt when he picks you up and slams you on the desk. Emphasising his need for you.

He leans towards your chest and begins to kiss your boobs. His hands meet the waistband of your pants slightly tugging at them. He looks into your eyes and you give him a nod of approval.

He wastes no time in pulling them down along with your panties. He gets down onto his knees and spreads your legs, moaning at the sight in front of him. He moves forward, giving a gentle kiss to your cunt he then licks a broad stripe from your entrance to your clit.

"Oh god.."

"Not god baby, Phil.." You moan in response.

Slurping your juices like a man starved, his tongue thrusts deeper and deeper inside you. Your fingers gripping onto his hair to keep you grounded.

Without even realising you began to grind against his face, the pleasure taking over you. His lips are glued to your clit, sucking and kissing. His hands grab your legs and pull them over his shoulders, gripping on to your thighs keeping them spread.

"Oh shit Phil, right there.."

"Yeah, you like that?," he breathes heavily, "you like being a dirty lil' slut for your professor, hm?" You nod your head rapidly.

He began to suck harshly on your clit. Your back arches and your toes curl as you feel the knot in your stomach tighten.

"Fuck! Ye-Yes, right there shit.." Your almost screaming. You open your eyes to look at him, reassuring yourself this is all real and not another dream.

You look down to see him staring right back at you, he winks at you and slides his index and middle finger inside of you. You throw your head back, eyes rolling to the back of your head.

"I'm gonna cum..." You warn as he pounds his fingers into you whilst sucking your clit.

"Cum for me baby, let go." He hummed.

In that moment you let go, the pleasure crashing over you. He groans against your pussy, not letting one drop of your cum spill.

He pulls your pants back up, puts your shirt back on and looks at you, checking your okay. He helps you stand and hands you your bag. He leans down and kisses you gently.

"Same time tomorrow honey." He smirks leaving you stunned.

You walk out of his classroom with the biggest grin on your face, excited for what tomorrow will bring.

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chososchalupa · 2 months

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Hi I love your writing! Could you write a bsd imagine if you’re their sister and they find out you’re dating their rival? especially Dazai and Chu!

Thank you so much! and of course! I love writing for bsd sm

Your brother finding out your dating their rival

F!Reader x Dazai, Chuuya, Akutagawa, Atsushi

WC - 276, 293, 210, 267

not proof read!

Dazai -

The light from your phone shined bright on your face as you checked the time

01:32

Your older brother, Dazai, was definitely asleep by now which means you could easily sneak out to go meet up with your boyfriend.

You carefully tiptoed through your living room, trying not to make any noise until you heard a cough from the kitchen. You paused your movements, hoping he wouldn’t notice you standing in the darkness.

“I know you’re in there. Stop acting like a statue” Dazai laughed as he called out from the kitchen, “Come here”

You groaned internally and walked towards the lit up room,

“Yes, Osamu?”

Your brother smiled at you, his eyes gleaming with something you couldn’t place.

“How long did you think you could keep this up before I noticed?” He asked swirling his drink around in his cup

“Keep what up?” you replied, if you kept the innocent act up, maybe he would drop it.

He chuckled deeply at your words, “Come on,” he started, “Did you really think you could hide dating Chuuya from me?”

Your eyes widened, you knew he would catch on to the sneaking out, but how did he know it was to see Chuuya?

Dazai must have sensed your confusion as he continued, “I can hear his motorcycle outside every night” You sighed, “Are you mad?”

“Mad? No. You could do better than that slug though. I’m sure he's waiting. Go have fun”

You rolled your eyes and gave your brother a soft smile before turning to leave

“Tell Chuuya~ I said hi”

You laughed before waving goodbye.

He took it a lot better than you were expecting

Chuuya -

“How do I look?” You asked, walking into your brother's room.

“Another date?” Chuuya asked, looking at your outfit, “Same guy?”

You nodded before reasking your question, looking at yourself in his mirror.

“You look good. Who is this guy anyway?”

A blush crept onto your face as fixed your hair, ignoring his question.

“Uh, hello? Do I know him?” he asked

“Kinda?” You replied, looking at your phone to see a text from Dazai saying he was outside. “Gotta go! Love you!”

“What do you mean ‘kinda’?” He yelled as you walked out of his room

Chuuya got up from his bed and ran after you, “I’ll come meet him. I have to make sure you're in good hands after all” he smiled as he caught up with you.

You sighed deeply as you both walked to your front door, “You can’t be mad”, you spoke as you opened the door

“Why would I be ma- DAZAI?”

Dazai stood outside, smiling as you two walked towards him.

“You have to be fucking kidding” Chuuya whispered as the two of you stood in front of your boyfriend

“You look stunning as always, y/n. You too, Chuuya~” Dazai laughed as he wrapped his arm around you

You watched as your brother's face turned a deep red with anger.

“I can not believe this. You better not hurt her or I will kill you”

“I would never” Dazai smiled as he kissed your head. “We do have to go now though, we have dinner reservations”

You said your goodbyes to Chuuya as you and Dazai walked to his car

“I can not believe he didn’t murder you on the spot” you laughed as he opened the door for you

“He couldn’t even if he tried”

Akutagawa -

“Atsushi, you really don’t have to walk me all the way there” you said, walking hand in hand with your boyfriend to the Port Mafias headquarters.

“I want to make sure you get there safely!” He smiled

The two of you began saying your goodbyes until you heard the angry voice of your brother behind you,

“Weretiger. What are you doing with your hands on my sister?”

You turned to respond but Akutagawa already had Rashomon wrapped around your boyfriend's arms.

“Let him go, Akutagawa. He’s not trying to hurt me”

Akutagawa sneered at your words, “That was obvious. What is he doing here? More importantly, why is he touching you?”

You sighed again before grabbing Atsushi’s hand and raising it up, “We’re dating”

Akutagawa's eyes widened as he stared at the two of you in shock

“Yeah, we have been for a while” Atsushi chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck

Akutagawa glared at him as he spoke, “If you hurt her, you will be dead, Weretiger.”

As your brother finished speaking, he turned and walked away, not bothering to look back at the two of you.

“Well that went….good?” Atsushi asked, watching your brother walk away.

“For him, that went great” you laughed, pressing your lips to his.

Atsushi -

“Aku, please stop twitching so much” you groaned, setting down your nail polish as your boyfriend glared playfully at you.

The two of you were sitting on your bedroom floor, you had convinced Akutagawa that he would look amazing with eyeliner and painted nails and somehow, the eyeliner went on easier than the nail polish did.

“I am trying. I’ve never had this done before”

You smiled up at your annoyed boyfriend as you brought his hand back down, “One hand left”

You went to pick up the black polish when you heard the apartment door open,

“Y/N” Your brother called, “You home?”

Akutagawa looked up at you with wide eyes before mouthing, “Do not say a thing”

You giggled softly as you nodded, continuing to paint his nails.

The two of you sat in silence until you heard footsteps walking towards your room,

The door opened and Atsushi stood holding a box of cookies, “Hey, I went to the store and got some coo- Oh, Hey, Akutagawa. What are you doing here?”

“I am-” your boyfriend started before you interrupted,

“Atsushi! I didn’t think you’d be home so early. My boyfriend and I are just painting his nails. Don’t they look great?” You asked, lifting up Akutagawa's hand

Atsushi smiled, despite looking very confused, “Boyfriend?” He whispered to himself, “Uh, Yeah. They look great, Akutagawa. I’ll leave the cookies on the counter”

You both waited until Atsushi shut your door before bursting into laughter,

“That was an interesting way of telling him” Akutagawa laughed

“It was now or never” You smiled, “I knew he wouldn’t mind”

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gh0stsp1d3r · 1 month

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Could you an enemies to lovers Rafe Cameron x chubby/ curvy middle class Reader. She’s friends with the pogues and spends most of her time with them which leads to encounters with Rafe and his goonies. Rafe has always been in love with her but doesn’t show it instead he just teases/makes fun of her every time he sees her which always leads to bickering. She finally has enough when he scares off a guy who was hitting on her. She tells him that she just wanted to feel beautiful, not fat and good enough which he took away that possibility because of him scaring the guy off. She confront him his behavior towards her (thinking he is making fun of her by flirting with her)which leads to a love confession and a ton of smut with praise and breeding kink

I love this sm! So sorry this took a little to finish, hope you like it!!

What was that for?

Warnings- p in v, drinking, car sex, porn with plot

Rafe Cameron. The kook prince, the man who was secretly, deeply infatuated with you.

He found you interesting. You weren’t scared to stand up to him, and that was rare with some pogues.

You hated him. He was attractive, he was extremely fucking hot. But he was the most annoying person you’ve ever met. Him and his little minions.

It was a life long fight between the two of you.

“Shit, well look who it is!” A familiar voice said. You rolled your eyes, putting on a fake smile and coming towards their table.

You had just gotten a new job at some fancy restaurant in figure 8. It paid well, so you tried your best to keep it.

“Since when did you start working here?” Rafe asked you, as you poured some water for him.

And you hated to even think it, but with his legs spread and his arms crossed in that chair, he looked too good.

“Last week.”

“Didn’t know they hired pogues.” One of his friends said with a laugh. Rafe smiled, his eyes fixed on you.

You clenched your jaw, forcing another small smile.

“What can I get for you guys?” You asked them, putting on your friendly- waitress voice, and keeping your fake smile.

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Now, you sat down with your friends at the boneyard, a drink in your hand and a smile on your face. All of you talked for a while, about anything and everything.

Boneyard parties truly were amazing. Everyone came together, no matter what side of the island you’re from.

“C’mon, you needa pick up a guy.” JJ told you, he had been trying to set you up with this one guy the entire time.

You groaned, taking a sip of the cheap beer in your hands.

“It doesn’t even need to be him! I’m tired of seeing my best friend sulk around alone. And he told me that he thinks you’re hot!”

“I’m not alone. I got you guys. And while I-“

“You’re the only single one in the group.” He pointed out, nodding to Cleo and Pope, as well as Sarah and John B.

“C’mon. Give him a chance, please…?” Jj begged.

You sighed, scarfing down the rest of the beer and throwing it.

“Where is he?”

“That’s my girl!” He shouted, a smile on his face as he looked around, coming over to one of his friends.

“Hey, Josh, I thought I would introduce you to one of my friends. This is y/n.” He pointed to you.

“Y/n, this is Josh.” He pointed to the boy, who had a shy smile on his face as he held out his hand for you to shake.

“Hi.” He said quietly.

“Hi.” You said with a small smile.

“All righttt… you two get comfy, now.” Jj spoke, pointing finger guns at the both of you.

“See you, J.” Josh said.

You just waved goodbye, and turned back to Josh.

“Uhm… you’re..” he cleared his throat. “You’re beautiful.”

You smiled, your cheeks warming up.

“You’re not so bad yourself.”

He chuckled, and the two of you talked. You learned more about him,

He was sweet, you thought to yourself. He complimented you and didn’t talk about himself too much.

“Hey, so.. this might be a little soon, but I was wondering if I could get your number?” He asked you, his eyes hopeful.

“Yeah. Yeah. Of cour-“ you began to pull out your phone when a hand on your shoulder made you jump, you furrowed your eyebrows and turned around.

“Hey, I feel like I’ve seen you before.” Rafe spoke, looking at Josh, his gaze sharp.

“Uhm… I- I mean you- you probab-“

“I- I- you.” He mocked, cutting the boy off. “Oh, wait. You’re that one dude.” He clicked his tongue.

“You uh… you’re the dude who got beat up by Kelce in high school. That’s why you look so familiar.” He nodded.

“Yeah. You told your mommy on him. Nice to see you again, man.” He said, a wicked grin spreading across Rafes face.

Josh’s face was suddenly drained of all color.

“Feel like you had a nickname.. it was something like dirt licker? Cause…” he chuckled.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” You exclaimed, and shrugged Rafe’s hand off of you.

“I’ll… I’ll see you later.” Josh murmured, ignoring Rafe and looking at you before walking away.

You stayed looking at Rafe now.

“What the hell was that for?!” You shouted, shoving him. You were thankful no one could hear, since you both were far away from the crowd.

He held his hands up in defense. “Chill out, sweetheart. I’m saving you. That dudes a pussy-“

“Why do you care? Why can’t you just fucking leave me alone?! One good thing happens and you ruin it all!”

He seemed genuinely confused at your words.

“You make me feel like shit, every. single. day. And some guy finally notices me, he finally fuckin’ makes me feel good about myself, I just wanted to feel pretty and not fat for once, and you ruined it!”

You both were close now, your face so close to his that he could feel your breath.

“I love you.” He blurted out. You looked at him, stepping back, confused.

“What?”

“I thought I made it obvious.”

“Wha- Rafe, you fucking call me names every day, you come to my job literally just to make fun of me! You and your friends are complete assholes to me! Then you go ahead and flirt with me as a joke, which really fucking hurt, in case you didn’t know!”

“I wasn’t jokingly flirting with you. I just…”

You waited for his response, thinking it was gonna be more bullshit.

“I do like you. I have since like.. 11th grade. Why do you think I only give you so much shit?”

You looked at him, even more confused.

“You don’t mean that.”

“Let me show you.”

His lips were on yours in an instant, his hands making their way down your body, landing on your waist.

You were shocked, taken aback. But you quickly kissed him back, moaning into the kiss when he slid his tongue into your mouth.

“Back to my car?” He asked you, his voice a whisper as he pulled apart from the kiss.

You nodded quickly, the two of you walking to the car. He opened the back door for you, then jumped in as well.

You practically were jumping on him the second those doors shut. Your body flush against his in the backseats.

“You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this.” He said with a chuckle when your hands flew to his belt.

“I probably can.” You mumbled, pulling his pants down to his legs, he kicked them off. You straddled his lap now, a new confidence buzzing in you, mostly because of the alcohol in your system. He took his shirt off and threw it somewhere.

Your lips on his had him drunk off of you immediately, one hand cupped your face and the other went to your thigh, and then between your legs.

He pulled your panties to the side, dragging his finger down and collecting your wetness on it. You let out a moan at the contact.

He pulled away from the kiss, and before you could protest, he brought his finger to his mouth, looking at you with those hooded eyes.

That was probably the hottest thing you’ve ever seen in your life.

His fingers then started to moved in and out of your pussy, you clenching on his fingers was enough to make his pants tighten even more. He finally pulled them out, licking them clean.

Your eyes widened and he smirked, liking your reaction. He flipped you both over, you now laying on the seats and him hovering over your body. Pulling his hard cock out, you stared at it in disbelief.

How the hell would that even fit inside?

The tip was red and angry, leaking pre cum. He noticed your expression and chuckled, making you look back at him.

“I’ll make it fit.” He murmured, his hand bunching your dress up. He put his cock over your panties that he could see through because of the wetness seaping through. He rubbed his cock over your panties, moving it up and down.

“Please-“ you whined, desperate for any sort of contact at this point.

“Use your words.”

“Please, just fuck me!” You blurted out. He smiled at that.

“That’s all you had to say.”

His hands pulled the fabric to the side, he lined the tip up with your entrance.

You let out a cry as he slowly entered your gummy walls, you grabbed onto his back, pulling his body directly to yours.

He groaned as he moved even deeper from your movements. You buried your face in his shoulder, tears filling your eyes at the sharp pain you felt.

“You’re fine, you’re fine.” He murmured when your nails raked down his back. “Relax f’ me. God- too fuckin’ tight.” He groaned out.

Soon, the pain was overtaken by pleasure. He moved slow, watching your face for any sort of pain.

“You okay, baby?” He asked you, you let out a moan and nodded.

His pace quickened at your nod, one of his hands on the window.

“Shit.” He grunted out, as you moaned. He fought the urge to cum right then and there when he saw your fucked out face. His grunts and groans only made you closer to the edge.

“Rafe!” You cried out, he could tell you were close by the way you gripped him like a vice.

“C’mon, cum for me.” He told you, his free hand slithering its down and rubbing your clit in a circular motion.

That was enough to make you scream, coating his cock.

“Good fuckin’ girl.” His pace never stopped.

“Shit, where should I-“ he started, feeling his orgasm coming on.

“Inside.” He couldn’t even finish his sentence before you spoke. He groaned at simply the thought of you carrying around his child, and came inside of you, both of you panting as he slowly pulled out.

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“Whose car is that?” Jj asked, stumbling around drunkenly with the rest of the group. They all looked at the car with the fogged up windows, it rocking back and forth, and shrugged.

“Don’t know but looks like someone’s getting it on tonight.” Kiara said with a laugh and a shrug.

“It’s my brothers.” Sarah said with a grimace. They all turned to her now.

“Gross.”

“Hey- where’s y/n?” Pope asked suddenly, realizing her missing presence.

Jj shrugged. “Last I saw she was with Josh.”

“You think they went home together?”

“Probably.”

#rafe outer banks #obx rafe cameron #rafe cameron smut #rafe cameron angst #rafe cameron imagines #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron x you #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron #drew starkey x reader #drew starkey #drew starkey smut

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strniohoeee · 6 months

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could you write that Matt and u were having a heated argument, and then he slapped you across your face. it hurt, so you hid in your bathroom... your face was swelled up, and he came to apologise to u, but you did not want to talk to him, and he sat with u and comforted u while helping your bruise. you forgave him, and you slept in his room while cuddling. thnx sm BTW.❤️❤️

Hurt

Pairing: Matt Sturniolo X Female Reader

Synopsis: During an argument, Y/N tries to grab Matt, but he freaks out, and ends up hitting her accidentally. I switched this up a bit because I couldn’t get around a man intentionally hitting me, and then taking him back, so I made it accidental🌸

Warning⚠️:Y/N getting hit in the face. I feel like you can’t obtain bruises from an accidental hit to the face, but when Matt said he could rip a door off the hinges if he wanted to…I know a backhand by him would leave my jaw broken, and me limp and knocked out

Song for the imagine: Throw It Away- Summer Walker

“Matt I’m so confused right now….what the fuck did I do?” I asked Matt as he was walking away

“I literally saw you talking to that guy I specifically asked you not to talk to” he said still walking away

“I didn’t mean to…like if someone talks to me am I supposed to just ignore them?” I asked him scoffing

“You know how I feel about him. You should’ve walked away and got me” he said finally stopping in the living room to look at me

“I’m sorry. Like you can not be mad at me for being put in this weird ass position” I said to him

“I thought you respected me” he said scoffing

“What? I do…you’re the love of my life I never ever meant to upset you” I told him

“Yeah well you did, go away” he said shooing me away

“No Matt. I made you mad and I’m sorry I didn’t mean to do it intentionally” I said to him

“I don’t want to speak to you right now” he said giving me his back

“Babe stop! I’m trying to fix this okay? I can’t fix it if you won’t talk to me” I pleaded with him

“Go away” he still said

“No!” I went to grab his arm, and he flung his hand back to break away from my grasp “GET AWAY!” As he said that the back of his hand connected with my face

“HAVE YOU LOST YOUR MIND” I screamed at him with a shocked expression

I ran away from him to his bathroom and locked myself in

“BABY OPEN THE DOOR. It was an accident. I didn't mean to hit you. I didn’t realize how close you were” he said on the opposite side of the door

“GO THE FUCK AWAY YOU JUST HIT ME, AND YOU HAVE RINGS ON MY FACE IS LITERALLY SCRATCHED AND BRUISED” I yelled at him as I looked in the mirror crying from the pain

“I SWEAR I DIDNT MEAN IT YOU WERE SO CLOSE I HAD NO IDEA MY BACK WAS TURNED TO YOU” he said banging on the door

“Matt….if you would’ve just talked to me, and not given me your back your hand would’ve never came into contact with my face” I said to him

“I know baby! I’m sorry please this isn’t fair” he said leaning his head on the door

“ISNT FAIR? isn’t fair? You know what isn’t fair is that my boyfriend can’t talk out a problem with me…he acts like a child, and guess what I get? A ringed back hand to my face” I said at him

“I am a child. I was acting childish, and I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. I can never ever live this down….ever” he said

“This isn’t the first time you act like this in an argument. I just want you to talk to me that is all” I said wiping my tears

“I’m sorry. If you don’t believe me or don’t want to accept my apology that’s okay” he said back

“I really don’t. I don’t know how I feel right now. About you…..about us….together” I said to him

“What? No baby no…let me in” he said jingling the door knob

“I don’t want to see you right now” I told him

“Please baby. Let me in. I’m not letting you go, and I’m fucking sorry. I’m so disgusted with myself right now. Never in a million years would I ever put my hands on you” he said getting emotional

“Matt go away” I said to him

I heard his footsteps recede, and I allowed myself to fully break down. I just wanted my boyfriend to talk to me, and instead I got his back to me and a hand to the face. I really couldn’t do this with Matt anymore. This is getting so exhausting.

About 20 minutes later I heard Matt coming back

“Y/N I’m sorry, and I know you don’t want to hear from me or see me right now, but just listen. I have never ever wanted this okay. It was an accident, and I’m so upset with myself for the way I acted. It’s disgusting and not how I was raised. I can never ever forgive myself for the actions I pulled. But just know I love you, and I want to work this out with you. I will never act that way again. I promise you. I love you so fucking much” he said on the other side of the door

I got up, and opened the door, and when he looked up his eyes dropped

“I can’t believe I did that to you” he said closing his eyes and shaking his head

“It’s fine” I said letting him into the bathroom

“It’s not, and I can’t express how fucking sorry I am. Let me clean you up” he said running to the kitchen to grab the first aid

He came back and cleaned the scratches his rings left with peroxide.

“And this is going to sting” he said before cleaning it with alcohol

“Fuck” I said wincing

“I’m sorry baby” he said looking into my eyes

“I love you Matt, and I’m sorry if I did anything to upset you, but please just talk to me” I said looking at him

“Yes baby, I will speak to you always from now on. And I will work on not getting upset at stupid things. I just love you so much and I get protective over you, and this love for you just bubbles over, and I can’t control my emotions” he said drying the scratches

“It’s okay baby. I forgive you” I said kissing him

He finished drying the scratches up, and applied Arnicar for bruises

“This cream will help with a little bit of the bruising” he said kissing me

“Thank you baby” I said hugging him, and he hugged back

Matt took us to his room, and had us lay down. We watched a movie and snuggled together. He occasionally checked my face and kept kissing me while we cuddled. We eventually dozed off

The End

Hope you liked this one🫶🏽🖤, and for the person that requested this I hope you liked it as well🖤🖤

-J💅🏽

#sturniolo triplets #sturniolo x reader #sturniolo #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo triplets imagines #matt sturniolo #matt sturniolo fanfic #matt sturniolo x reader #Spotify

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soberrsoon · 8 months

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Hiii I just LOVE your writing sm omfgg ,hope your having a lovely day rn because rn I'm stuck in a fucking train station in Paris and it's like 92848482°c (help) sooo it gaves me an idea for a request 😇☝️

2007/2008 Tom x fem reader , in a train station like it could be a yn that missed her train and is desperately waiting for an another train then Bam , Tom is traveling with Bill, Gustav and Georg and he see her and just find her super hot and pretty u know , even tho YN is literally a mess idkkk just yeah I trust you ,do whatever you what , you don't even have to do this one if you don't feel like it 😭😭

Love u !!

T. KAULITZ x READER

★ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬: on a hot day in paris you meet a certain someone

★ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: none 😇

★ 𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫’𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: hey girl sorry for the late reply but i hope you had a good time in paris 😘 ALSO FINALLY GOT THIS FIC OUTTTT hope you guys like it and hope you guys MISSED meeee kisses and hugs 😘

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you ran as fast as you could to the train doors, but they closed right as you made it. you were now stuck in the train station waiting 30 minutes for another one to show up. you took a seat on one of the benches in the station, wiping the sweat off your forehead as you processed what just happened. you leaned back on the bench and let out a sigh and closing your eyes. you were dehydrated, sweaty, sticky and frustrated all at the same time which made your situation even worse.

you sat, checking the clock every 3 seconds until finally a train showed up along with a group of boys. they all looked around your age and you couldn’t help but notice one of them was just your type. he was wearing the baggiest clothes you’ve ever seen and he had long, dark blonde locs. you brushed it aside since you had a train to catch and you were already late to where you were supposed to be. you took a seat near the door and the boys followed, taking the same train as you. they sat in the seats across from you and one of the boys, the one you doing attractive was staring right at you.

you were a sweaty mess so you got embarrassed about your current appearance since you didn’t look the best. you fixed your hair a bit and reapplied some lipstick, looking up at the boy who was now laughing at something his friend said. you thought he was laughing at you but you noticed he was blushing as well. he looked back over at you and you couldn’t help but blush too. his face was perfect and he looked like an angel, you noticed his lip piercing too which was totally hot. after a few minutes of awkward back and forth eye contact the train finally stopped at your destination. you were disappointed that you didn’t ask for his number or at least get his name.

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before you left though, you heard the boys friends laugh and footsteps behind you. “hey, do you mind if i get your number?” the voice asked. you turned around to see the boy, “oh, uhm sure,” you said trying to hide your giant smile that was forming. you reached for his phone and your hands touched which made your face red and hot. “here, i’m actually late to work so i guess i’ll see you around,” you said handing his phone back to him. “oh, sure,” he said before sitting back down, you were smiling from ear to ear as you walked out of the train.

you talked to your friend alyssa at work about what had just occured. “you will not believe what just happened on the train,” you said to her. “did you meet your prince charming?” she asked. “kind of…” you said. she immediately looked up from her phone and raised an eyebrow. “tell me more,” she said. “okay well i missed the train and sat around waiting for another one and then when the other one came a group of boys showed up and hopped on the same train as me,” you explained. “then, i saw this really cute boy and we made eye contact, but didn’t say anything until the train stopped. i was obviously disappointed but then he asked for my number, i had to leave though so we didn’t talk much,” you finished explaining, catching your breath.

“when is it my turn?” alyssa asked before you heard your phone ring. it was a text message from the train boy. “i think he just texted me,” you said. “let me see,” alyssa said, scooting closer to you. “hey i’m tom, the guy from the train earlier. i was wondering if you’d like to get dinner with me sometime,” read the text message. you gasped as alyssa read it out loud. “say yes!” she said, pushing the phone towards you. “okok! this is so exciting,” you giggle before responding. “hey tom, i’m ______. is tonight good?” you replied. “you sound so formal,” alyssa said laughing while looking at your phone. “i’m nervous okay?!” you replied with a defensive but relaxed tone.

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once work had ended you and tom decided on going to your favorite restaurant near your apartment. you gave him a call to let him know that you would be waiting for him before you rushed to get ready. your heart was beating fast as you hopped in the shower, beginning to scrub your hair of all sweat and grease from the subway. you began to daydream about the date and would you would say to this complete stranger, making scenarios about how things could go, like what if i get food stuck in my teeth or what if he doesn’t like your personality. you got got carried away as you realized the time. “shit!” you exclaimed loudly before reaching for your towel and already putting your dress on before you were even dry.

you hurriedly curled your lashes and applied on mascara, making a mess all around your eye. you it up and added some finished touches before putting on some lipstick. looking at the mirror, you felt confident with the hard work and preparation for tonight. you took a deep sigh and smiled before searching for your phone which started ringing. it must’ve been tom telling you he was here since you heard a honk outside. you grabbed your phone and opened the, almost forgetting your purse. you looked up and there he was, waiting for you. he had walked out of his car and stood by the passenger seat just open the door for you.

not wanting to keep him waiting, you quickly ran over to him with a big smile on your face. “good to see you again, tom,” you said as he opened the door. “my pleasure,” he replied with a slight flirt in his tone before quickly making it back to the drivers side. the drive was a bit silent at first but you decided to crack some conversation. “so, are you from here?” you asked. “well actually no. i’m just uh, visiting you could say,” he said a bit nervously. you were off put by that but decided to ignore it since you wanted to keep the spark going. the restaurant wasn’t far from your place so it didn’t take long for tom to find it. he quickly rushed out the car after he airier to open your door which you thought was super cute of him.

“you’re such a gentleman,” you said chuckling, looking in his eyes. “only the best for you pretty lady,” he replied before winking, which immediately gave you butterflies. your face got red and hot as you started blushing and you could tell he noticed too by the accomplished smirk on his face.

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you guys got sat quickly and got to talking, you bringing up what he does for a living first. “well i play guitar in a band,” he said. “that’s amazing! i’ve always wanted to learn. what’s your bands name?” you asked. “tokio hotel,” he replied quickly, somewhat avoiding the question. “you guys popular?” you asked. “i guess you could say that,” he dryly responded. you thought it was a little weird that he didn’t want to talk about it but ignored it anyway since you didn’t want to pry and make him uncomfortable.

the waiter came with the menu and everything looked amazing as you two browsed. “i think i’ll have the pasta, what about you?” you asked, looking up at the menu to him. “the steak looks amazing,” he said. “alright then,” said the waiter as he grabbed the menus. “so what about you, what do you do?” tom asked. “well it’s not as exciting as whatever you do. i work an office job,” you said awkwardly slightly embarrassed as you laughed it off. “there’s nothing wrong with that,” he said sweetly, smiling at you.

his kindness was warm, comforting in a way. you were used to being treated mediocrely in all your past relationships so this was something to get used to. “where do you work?” he asked. “i work at ______ company, the buildings actually right there,” you said, pointing to a nearby skyscraper. the waiter arrived shortly with your food and the pasta looked mouth watering along with tom’s steak. the two of you started digging and with the first bite you fell in love immediately. “this is amazing!” you exclaimed, mouth still full of noodles. tom chuckled, looking at you with pure adoration as the candlelight gleamed in his eyes. you felt embarrassed as you covered your mouth and apologized for the rude outburst.

“mind if i have a bite?” tom asked. “go ahead,” you said, now wiping the pasta sauce off your lips. you pushed the plate his way as he lifted his fork. his face lit up as he tried it, looking as if he had fallen in love with the taste. “it really is amazing, you have good taste,” he said. “thanks,” you said shyly, letting out a little giggle. after dinner was over, tom walked you to the car and as he did you noticed a mob of people outside along with bright camera flashes from what you guessed as paparazzi?

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“why would paparazzi be here?” you mumbled to tom over the loud screams and yells. “uh- i have no idea, that’s strange. maybe there’s a celebrity here,” he said. “TOM!! I LOVE YOU!!!” you heard a voice shout from the crowd. you thought it was strange they were shouting the name of you date and you looked over to tom. “are they cheering for you?” you asked confused. “it couldn’t be, probably just a guy with the same name,” he said. “I LOVE TOKIO HOTEL!!” shouted another voice. “hey isn’t that the name of your ban-” you were cut off with tom dragging you by the hand to his car before you could finish your sentence.

“hey what gives?!?” you asked as he placed you gently but hurriedly in the car. you had so many questions at this point it didn’t seem like they would be answered soon. tom quickly got into the drivers seat and started the car, speeding away. he was silent the ride back to your house and the awkwardness of the car ride made you uncomfortable. when he parked outside your place, the two of you sat in silence for a while. “look i-“ he stared before you cut him off. “what just happened? why were all those girls screaming your name and your bands name? and why were there paparazzi? why did you run away so fast? i have so many questions,” you said shaking a little. tom let out a sigh, “i might’ve lied a little bit about the popularity of my band,” he said nervously.

“go on,” you said. “and i may or may not be here for said bands tour,” he continued. you let out a big sigh as you leaned back and closed your eyes. “why though? i mean i don’t mind if you’re some huge celebrity, it just would’ve been nice to know,” you said. “i understand and i’m sorry but i just thought you would get turned off by that. i really like you after all and i didn’t want to scare you away,” he said with a worried expression on his face as he looked at you. “i really like you too tom, and it’d take more than that to scare me away,” you said opening your eyes and turning to face him, a big smile growing on your face. “is that so?” he said with a mischievous grin, looking down at your lips. “oh?” you questioned.

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before you could say anything, tom quickly pounced on you. you were caught by surprise as the two of you locked lips but you went along with it. his lips were warm but hands warmer as you felt them glide against your cheek, immediately giving you butterflies. he began moving down to your neck before you stopped him. “let’s move this upstairs yeah?” you asked. “ok but i can’t guarantee i can hold myself back that long,” he said. your face felt warm as your cheeks turned red. tom carried you all the way upstairs into your building and you quickly unlocked your door before shutting it just as fast.

he placed you gently onto your bed and picked up where he left off. that night was one of your best and before you knew it the two of you were asleep, arms tangled together. you woke up first from the mixture of sunlight and the sweet chirps of birds. you looked over to see tom, shirtless but you were too. sitting up, you noticed your clothes scattered all on the floor. you got up to pick them up before you felt comforting, warm hands reach for your waist, it was tom. “where are you going?” he asked with a soft whine but deep morning voice before pulling you into his arms. “relax i’m just cleaning the mess we made last night up,” you giggled as he tickled you with kisses. “nghm that can wait,” he softly whispered as you grasped onto your body tightly.

#2000s #tokio hotel #tokio hotel x reader #fan fiction #tom kaulitz #tom kaulitz fanfic #tom kaulitz x reader #tokio hotel fanfic

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yeondollie · 2 months

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ʙᴀᴍ ʏᴀɴɢ ɢᴀɴɢ ౨ৎ ♡ .ᐟ

'i closed the chapter on the days we spent together.'

. . warnings ; ANGST .ᐟ, breaking up, argument, fem reader, taehyun is kinda mean, crying, heartbreak, reader is needy, taehyun gets annoyed of reader, just over all sad ecfhuehfusih !!

a/n ; i have been listening in bam yang gang on repeat its so so so good but so sad :(. the beat is so adorable and so is bibi i love her sm sm but the song is so sad and as soon as i heard it i thought about making a story with it . this is just a drabble so i dont have a word count sorry :< anyways, enjoy !! ₊˚⊹ ᰔ

"why do you want so much out of me? can i have some peace and quiet to myself? god.." here we were again. arguing with taehyun was getting more and more common, though you hated it. taehyun knew you were a sensitive person and didn't like conflict but you were just pissing him off lately.

you didn't know what to say really. though you were only trying to check up on him after work, he wasn't having it. "it's like you're attached to my hip, truly." you suck in the tears in your eyes as he says this. you didn't wanna fight, you just wanted to please him in any way you could.

"yes i-i.. i'll give you time. i’m sorry." you say, tearing still welling in your eyes. this, for some reason, set taehyun off completely. why couldn’t you stand up for yourself? it was pathetic in his eyes. “see! thats why im upset. you’re like a doormat- you get walked all over, it’s pathetic.” he scoffs, letting out a small laugh even.

holding the tears back, about to flow, you mutter out some words. “you’re r-right, i’m s-sorry.” you sniffle a bit, looking up at the ceiling to avoid the tears falling out of your eyes. you’ve never felt more pathetic in your life, it was such a horrible feeling. taehyun didn’t seem phased at all, walking up and getting in your face.

“so thats it? sorry? you think thats gonna fix everything?” he says, his face only inches from yours. it was weird, usually when he was this close he would be kissing you or looking at you longingly but no. not this time, not anymore. the only time he looked at you was with lust or anger behind his eyes.

it felt like the two of you would only have sex or only argue, it was tiring- so tiring. he used to hold your cold hand in his own warm hand. he used to kiss your forehead and play with your hair, what happened? the tears flickered down your cheek as you answered him. “t-tyun i.. i don’t know what else to d-do.” now quickly wiping your own tears.

when he realizes you’re crying, he doesn’t bat an eye. its like all his love for you was drained from his heart- you hated it so much. “you know what _____? we’re done. i cant fucking do this with you anymore. you’re just so.. so needy and dumb!” he raises his voice, now watching you flinch in front of him.

you didn’t even have the energy to stop him, watching him with blurry eyes. watching how much he changed over the span of you two dating was shocking and saddening to you. oh how you longed for the sweet taehyun you once had.

before he could exit your house, forever saying bye to him you did one last thing. “taehyun..?” you whisper, not even having the energy to talk loudly. “what?” he whips back at you. you grab his school name tag he gave you, when he first confessed his feelings for you when the two of you were still in high school.

grabbing his name tag, along with your own- you walked up to him gently. you placed your name tag in his hand, looking into his angry eyes. “so you can remember me, you promised me you’d never forget me right?”

his eyes flickered with sympathy one final last time.

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sunshinesteviee · 8 months

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Thinking about Steve doing his daughters hair and how much fun they all have. Like I'm imagining him trying out new styles all the time and then telling his daughters how beautiful they are. <3

this made my heart so full omg i love love loved this sm i made it a lil blurb hehe; dad!steve & mom!reader, 1.1k hehe

Steve does his girls’ hair at breakfast every morning while they’re busy eating. It’s easier when they’re occupied with something else. He places their pancakes in front of them and gets to work on their hair. Phoebe is first, requesting pigtails with bows, knowing her dad’s limitations. She’s always easy, usually has simple requests, and has gotten good at sitting still. He gets her soft curls into two pigtails and then pats her gently, telling her to go find two bows so he can put them in her hair. She jumps up quickly, running off to their bedroom in search of her bows.

“Me next, daddy!” Nora exclaims, bouncing in her seat excitedly. She knows she’s next, she always is, but she can’t wait any longer, especially when she knows exactly what she wants.

“You’re next, Nor,” Steve nods, rounding the table to her seat, “How do you want your hair today, honey?”

“Mmm… I want braids. Please,” she still struggles with her r’s from time to time, and it comes out as a w sound instead.

“Braids, huh?” Steve asks, running a brush through her hair as carefully as he can, “Just one braid? Or more than one?” He’s still not great at braids, so he secretly hopes she just wants one, but he’ll try his best no matter what she requests.

“Umm…” she pauses, taking a moment to put up a few of her fingers, “two pretty braids!”

“Two braids?” Steve asks, gently fixing her fingers, putting down the extra one she’d held up, “There, that’s two, baby. Yeah, we can do two. Think you can sit still and eat your pancakes while I do your hair?”

Nora nods confidently, tiny fingers vying for the pieces of pancake on her plate, shoving it into her mouth a bit roughly, smearing syrup across her cheek. Steve does his best not to laugh, wiping the syrup away before getting started on Nora’s hair. She sits mostly still for a few minutes, but it’s not long until she starts wiggling again. He can’t blame her; her pancakes are gone and with nothing to distract her, she finds it hard to sit still, but only one of the braids is done, “Nora, honey, I just gotta do one more. Sit still, please. I promise I’m almost done.”

Claire, the baby — who isn’t much of a baby anymore — proves to be a good distraction while Steve finishes up Nora’s hair. She’s making a mess with her food more than she’s actually eating it, and Nora giggles the entire time, making silly faces at Claire that she’s seen Steve do a hundred times. It makes Steve’s heart swell to see them interact like they do, but Phoebe and Nora have to get to school soon, so he squeezes Nora’s shoulders gently, “Your braids are done, baby. Go look at ‘em!”

She quickly scrambles off of her chair, darting to the bathroom just down the hall. Steve can hear the way she knocks a few things around to drag her stool in front of the mirror, followed by a shriek of excitement. She’s flying back into the kitchen a moment later, small arms wrapping around Steve’s legs, “I love it! Thank you, daddy!”

“You’re welcome, babe. They look so, so pretty on you. Go see if Bee needs help with her bows, yeah?”

Steve finally turns his attention to his youngest. Claire is sitting in her highchair, waiting patiently for her turn. Everything about Claire goes against what Steve had heard about the third child. She’s quiet and patient, even as a toddler. He smiles at her, ruffling the dark waves on her head, “Ready for your turn, Claire bear?”

She babbles some nonsense that Steve takes as a yes, clapping her hands together excitedly as he dips down to press a kiss to the top of her head. She doesn’t have too much hair, yet, so his choices are limited, but still he asks softly, “What do you want, bear? You’d look so pretty with a little pony, don’t ya think?”

He runs his fingers through her wispy hair, pulling a little bit of it out of her eyes and tying it back with a small elastic. He works on cleaning her up next, wiping the sticky syrup from her chubby cheeks and fingers. Unbuckling the pieces that keep her in the highchair, Steve lifts her up, perching her on his hip, “All clean! Y’ready to bring your sisters to school, huh? Should we go find ‘em?”

But then, just before he can go off in search of them, both of them return to the kitchen, followed by you. You’re ready for work, in your nice clothes, hair and makeup done, and Steve grins at the sight of you. You’re always beautiful, of course, but it’s the first time Steve’s getting a good look at you today, and it makes his heart skip a beat, “There’s my girls! Look at all of you! You all look so pretty today. Can you at least take turns looking so gorgeous? Gonna give dad a heart attack.”

You roll your eyes at his dramatics, but smile all the same as you approach Steve and peck his lips before plucking Claire out of his arms, “Don’t be so dramatic, Steven. You’ve managed it every other day, I’m sure you’ll make it through today.”

Steve huffs, returning the quick kiss. His hands travel down to your small bump as soon as Claire’s out of grasp, rubbing in a small circle over your shirt, “You’re the worst offender, honey. That pregnancy glow is really kicking in.”

“It wasn’t before?” you ask, totally teasing, though you know it’ll get a reaction out of him.

“No, it totally was, I just meant—“

“Kidding, Stevie,” you giggle, pressing your fingers into Claire’s tummy to get her to laugh, too, “Nora’s braids look really nice today, babe. I’ll help them get their shoes on, you should go get ready for work, too.”

“I will,” he laughs, pressing a kiss to your cheek, and then Claire’s, turning to leave.

Just as Steve makes it to the door, though, Phoebe tugs on the hem of Steve’s shirt to get his attention, “Daddy! Look at my bows!” She turns quickly to show him the bows she’d picked out for her hair. They’re not matching, but she likes them, and that’s all that matters to Steve.

“Oh wow, honey, they’re perfect! Great choices. Daddy’s gonna get ready for work, and we’ll head to school, okay? Help your sisters get their shoes on so mommy doesn’t have to do all the work, okay?”

"Steve! I'm pregnant, not incapable of helping our girls get ready!"

#steve harrington x reader #dad!steve harrington #dad!steve #steve harrington #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington blurb #steve harrington imagine #sunshinesteviee #sunshinesteviee writing

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the-record · 21 days

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FOREVER

SUMMARY: nell’s gone to find a surgeon and you hate the idea of it

PAIRING: nell jackson x reader

WARNINGS: george being injured :(( shes just a baby

A/N: i love this outfit sm the cape is so cute

‘FOREVER WAS A SENTENCE, A SENTENCE TO DEATH’

“i’m not staying back here nell! i’m serious.” you yelled as you rushed after her. “you can’t keep leaving me behind!”

she groaned and stopped, turning to face you. “it’s dangerous.” you shrugged at her, an exasperated look on your face. “i am not leading you head first into trouble. i won’t!” she started off again but stopped when she heard your footsteps follow. she bent over, hands on her knees. “go back and look after george.”

you couldve screamed. “she’s got roxy, she’s fine.”

nell steps forward and takes your hands in hers. you shy at the way she stares, trying to understand. “why can’t you just stay here, where its safe. that’s all i ask.” her fingers tangle with yours.

you take a minute to really look at her, take her in. her messy curls tamed and pulled up. freckles littering her cheeks, a small sunburn under them. the nicest dress you’ve ever seen her wear covered by a cape. her hands are calloused, dry, and covered in dirt around yours, a tight grip.

“i hate to know youre alone.” you whisper.

she shakes her head and smiles sweetly, “i’m not. i promise you.” nell pulls you close, arms wrapping around your shoulders and tucking your head into her neck. “you don’t have to worry about me, i can handle myself.” you nod, breathing her in and holding her as close as you can. “besides, i’ve got rasselas.”

you watch her and rasselas leave, standing till you can no longer see the carraige before heading back. the door slams behind you as you walk in and you wince, scared you’ve woken george. only roxy looks up, an apologetic face.

“no such luck?” you shake your head and walk over to the younger girl. she leans against you as you both watch george sleep. “i hate to see her like this.” roxy says quietly. “can’t get her to stop talking and playing normally.”

your arms wrap around her and squeeze. “she’ll be back to her old self in no time. nell’s gonna find a surgeon to fix her up.” you press your lips to the top of the girls head before turning to sit at the window.

the three of you sit at george’s side that night, she’s fast asleep and so is roxy.

you comb your fingers through nell’s hair, pulling the knots undone. she’s tired, head falling forward every so often.

“been a while since someone’s taken care of me.” her voice is quiet and laced with sleep. she stops your hands with one of hers, reaching back and holding them while she turns to see you.

you stand, laughing softly when she takes your hand to stop you. you pull away gently, a promise in your eyes to come back. she watches you search for a clean cloth and dip it in a bit of water, wring out the excess.

you wipe at her face when you return, taking extra care around the small cuts still healing. her hands are wiped carefully and gently by you.

“i can feel your eyes.” you tease, flickering your own up to look at her. she smiles, caught red handed. “d’you think she’s gonna be alright?” you ask quietly, something stuck in the back of your throat.

nell turns to look at george, her face soft with love for the young girl. she nods, “she’s strong, stronger than me.” she leans back and opens her arms. “c’mere.”

you fall into her, tired from the day. her arms pull you close, staying after you’ve gotten situated. “she’s so little.” nell looks down and follows your eyes over to george. “and roxy, she’s still young even if she doesn’t think she is.”

she pushes the hair out of your face and moves your head to look at her. “they’re gonna be okay. we’ll get ‘em both to my uncle then me and you,” she says, smiling, “we’ll go to america. make somethin’ of ourselves.” you nod when she does.

“seems like you thought a lot about this.” you tease. “i hate to leave the girls though.” nell nods in agreement.

“it’s for the best through, hm?” she relaxes back against the side of the bed with a sigh. “the surgeon,” she says, “he’s got a brother. a magistrate.” you look up at her in disbelief. “said i should go see him, ‘parently he can help us.”

you take a moment, trying to force words out of your mouth. “you’re serious?”

nell nods and presses a kiss to your temple. “now sleep, im not going nowhere.”

‘I’M GLAD I GET FOREVER TO SEE WHERE YOU END’

#! kates babes !#nell jackson #nell jackson x reader #nelly jackson x reader #nelly jackson #roxy trotter #george trotter #renegade nell #louisa harland

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bakugoushotwife · 9 months

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family man // touya todoroki

a/n: this request was adorable! i love dabi sm and my favorite delusional past time is pretending i can fix him

summary: touya never pictured being a family oriented man, yet he's traversing the aisles of a local grocery store in the early hours of the morning just to satisfy your pregnancy cravings---and he's never been happier.

cw: fluff, domestic dabi, let's pretend everything w him and his family is all good!, uh pregnancy ig

wc: 1.7k

He never thought he would be here. He was honestly surprised he had even lived this long, nevermind all the perks of life he finds himself surrounded by these days. He doesn’t even remember contemplating a future. Even when he was really young and his only dream was to be a hero, he imagined himself alone.

But then he met you. You were…his lifeboat. He would have blown up on his family if he hadn’t stumbled across you in that grocery store that day. Of all the places to fall in love, he thought he was safe at the grocery store. Especially with his appearance and reputation, never in a million years did he imagine a dainty and cute little woman struggling to reach a jar of her favorite pasta sauce, perilously moved to the top shelf.

You sigh in relief when you see him. He swears that’s the first time he’s ever gotten that response from a stranger before. Then you surprise him again when your eyes gleam with recognition, and you still smile.

“Oh I know you! Dabi–League of Villains!” You hum, even adding your own inflection to his affiliation like it was a scary movie or something…not as dangerous. You point up to the jar. “I know it kinda goes against your whole m.o., but would you mind grabbing that jar for me?”

How could he say no to a face like that? You were breathtaking, and he wastes no time checking out the thickness of your thighs and the roundness of your ass before giving you a nonchalant nod. He strolls over, hands in the pockets of his leather jacket. “True fans call me Touya.”

You laugh at his arrogant face, and that certainly humbles him. You’re gorgeous and you’re unafraid, those two made a dangerous combination. “I’m no fan, Touya.” You hum, leaning against your shopping cart. He reaches up for the jar, and you never take your eyes off of him. He feels it, he knows. He’s a little confused, though he rationalizes your friendliness to pity, maybe, or just a fetish of yours if he had to guess. He holds the jar out, and you make it a point to brush against his fingers when you take it from him, a cheeky grin on your face.

His eyes widen slightly, and he nearly jerks away out of instinct, but there’s a glimmer in your eyes that tells him to pursue this, that there’s something there. So when you offer to let him come home with you to try the pasta sauce you made such a hassle for, he can’t help but give you a lopsided toothy grin, and follow after you.

That leads him here, in the aisles of the same grocery store he stood in five years ago when he met you. A lot has changed since then, he thinks to himself while browsing the store for hot cheetos and chocolate covered strawberries, and the banana mochi they’re always out of. In any other event, he would think you’re nasty. Would he refuse to get it for you? Probably still no, but he would give you hell for it.

But now, he can’t blame you. It’s only his responsibility to get these things for you. It makes your life easier, which definitely makes his life easier. Sure the combo is wicked, but what baby Todoroki wants, she gets. He can’t deny the mother of his child anything, and if their daughter wants this ghastly diet, then he will drag his ass to the store at, he checks his phone, 1:02 AM, to get them for the loves of his life.

He locates the items, and slinks off to checkout. He definitely never thought of kids. Even after you. He just assumed it was a part of his life he would never experience, why would anyone want kids with him? But for your three year anniversary, you asked to try. He was shocked, it took him days to really think about it and try to think of a baby. He struggled. He thought of you holding that baby cousin of yours, but that was different, it wasn’t yours. When he tries to make the baby look like him, he struggles harder. It’s easy to think of the image when the baby looks like you, instead. And he knows you’d make an amazing mother. You have the personality, the love in your heart, the desire. He can’t deny you that. He would be remiss to say he could break things off with you so you could find someone more suited to be a father, but he knows he’s too far in at this point. He could never let you go. So days later, when he comes to you and agrees to try for a real life human baby of his very own, he does it for you. Because he wants to show you he loves you and is willing to compromise. He’s willing to help you and take care of a screaming brat just because he’s wrapped around your finger.

He didn’t imagine how much he would love it. He chuckles as he walks home, bags in hand, banana mochi secured. It’s like his life was separated into before you and after you. Everything he thought of pre-you was thrown out, and he’s been surprised with every twist that’s come after-you. No one would believe him if he admitted the giddiness in his step to get back home to his very pregnant wife, the woman who’s saved his life and made him another. No one would believe it if he told them that he’s spent hours scrolling through baby girl names on google and he actually picked the name your daughter will bear once she’s born.

That’s fine, he doesn’t really need anyone else to believe him. Even when he strolls through the door of your shared home with a loud, begrudging sigh, he grins when he sees your shining face. He can’t pretend like your request bothered him, no matter how tough he wishes he could be in front of you. The sight of you wiggling your hips to get off the couch and waddle over and hug him, seven and a half months pregnant, is enough to make any man feel like he’s won the lottery.

He still remembers the day you told him that you were pregnant. You know how he hates massive celebrations or big flashy statements, so you came up with a more intimate and sweet plan.You just waited for him to get home that day, clutching the test tightly in your fist with a small pair of baby shoes you were able to crochet with all the time on your hands. When he comes in the door and you don’t greet him, he frowns. He’s prepared to make a dramatic scene when he pokes his head in the bedroom and sees you posing with the items. Your grin is impossibly wide and he can’t believe what he’s seeing. It took a while, but here you were, finally pregnant. He was filled with so much excitement but also so much fear, he only choked out a gasp and pulled you into his arms in response. He began to wrack his brain for a solution, on how to be a dad in nine months or less. He wasn’t even sure he was a good husband—but your loving and tender hand on his face brought him back to reality. Your smile is relaxed and you are nothing but ready. He knows if nothing else, you’ll teach him.

But it turns out fatherhood is something that comes to him quite naturally. He baby-proofs the entire house the day you hit six months and he decides to have his sister host a giant baby shower. Even if he isn’t into big events, you are, and you deserved to be doted on and spoiled and given gifts before you gave him the greatest one of his life.

That’s why he holds you like he does now, like he hasn’t seen you in years or like this is the last time he ever will. Because he’s so grateful, for everything you’ve given him and will continue to give for the rest of your lives, but he’ll never know how to tell you that. So he can only hug you tight and dangle the bags of your requested cravings in your face, a mischievous grin donning his features.

“There mama, now baby girl can let you sleep.” He says, resting a gentle hand over the bump you’ve formed. It’s not yet big enough to keep you from hugging, and he’ll relish that for now by running his palm over his daughter’s temporary home.

You cheer happily, digging through the bags and going for the banana mochi first. He chuckles, he knew that you would. He feels the baby kick into his hand upon your first bite, and he shakes his hand at his women. So dramatic. But he can’t deny the satisfaction he feels when he crouches to her level, his gravelly tone low just for the girl growing inside.

“Hey, let mama rest or you’ll come out all lumpy or something.” He huffs, his turquoise eyes flickering up to you when the baby responds to his voice with more kicking.

“She will not be lumpy—don’t lie to her!” You snicker, resting your hand on top of snow-white hair.

He pokes his tongue out at you like it was supposed to be a secret. “I was trying to help ya, now you get what you get.” He chuckles, kissing the top of your belly before rising to kiss you too, hand still on your stomach.

You return his kiss but shake your head. “She kicks because of you, you goober. She’s performing for her dad.” You hum, easily downing the snacks. He contemplates the idea, his heart warming. Maybe his daughter did like the sound of his voice. He hums appreciatively, and sighs his content.

“Well, if yer listenin’, it’s past your bedtime.” He huffs, but he means this to you as well. It’s been getting harder to sleep the bigger you get, so he’s having to be more of an authority on your care than he’d like to be. “Off to bed, both of you.” He grumbles, leading you down the hall for more cuddles, back rubs, head scratches, or even more snacks if that’s what you want, whatever will get you to sleep. His night will be spent wondering if his daughter will look like you like he had always hoped when he finally gets to meet her.

#kyleewritesmha #dabi x reader #touya x reader #touya todoroki x reader #touya todoroki #mha dabi #my hero academia x reader #my hero acedamia #dabi fluff #touya fluff #toya x reader #toya todoroki

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pandorascripts · 1 year

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Hey I love your writing style and was wondering if you could write Wednesday Addams x a reader who’s a Gym Rat

Sweaty Kisses💋

Summary: Wednesday knows she likes you, and she knows you like her. It’s only a matter of courage, and the perfect rom-com setting.

pairing: wednesday x fitnessjunkie!fem!reader

warnings: nothing just fluff :)

note: thanks for the request! I had an idea like this a bit ago and wrote it into my note document w other ideas, this gave me the shove to write it! thank u sm :)) also to the other person who sent in the request for another yandere wednesday, it’s like 3/4 done, just need the climax! ——————————

Wednesday’s typing stopped abruptly as you walked out the door. You had just finished showering and unfortunately for Wednesday, had zero boundaries, so out you came wearing nothing but tight a spandex and a clad sports bra.

A subtle glance to her right, and Wednesday was a mess. You’d been drying your hair off with a towel, abs on full display for all to see. Wednesday gulped, taking in a shaky breath before she continued writing. In this current chapter, Wednesday let her mind wander, righting down anything her mind came to. Unfortunately, Wednesday found Viper also fawning over a tall, muscular woman. Although it seemed Viper was getting the biggest score of her life.

In a fit of rage, she yanked out the piece of paper, missing the recycling bin by a foot. Thing scampered over, fixing her mistake.

She breathed in again, readjusting her posture, and continued typing the proper storyline.

You took a quick glance over to Wednesday, watching as her fingers pressed roughly on the keys. Looking away, you paced over to your cabinet, pulling out powder and milk.

You whistled whilst you worked, scooping one and a half cups of powder, before pouring exactly three cups of milk. You grimaced as the taste hit your mouth.

“If you do not enjoy the taste, then why force yourself to drink it?”

Unlike most people, you didn’t jump at Wednesday’s startling presence.

“Because protein is protein, Wednesday.” You smiled at her, leaning up and against the counter. Thanks to multiple threats to Weems, she’d agreed to give the two of you a make-shift kitchen in your dorm.

A confused looked graced your face as Wednesday’s eyes flickered down. You would’ve believed that she was looking at your lips, like every other rom-com scenario, but this was too low. You ignored it, marking it off as her staring at the floor. It truly was odd, Wednesday seemed to believe heavily in eye contact.

“Ridiculous.”

You tutted, tapping your fingers against the blue bottle. “You should work out with me some time.”

Wednesday looked up at you, severely unamused. “Why would I?”

You shrugged. “I dunno, for fun?”

“I don’t do fun.”

“You do autopsies. And you desecrate graves, and you make threats, and—“

“I’m going to stop you from that mess of a sentence.” Her eyes pierced through yours, an intense look over her face shadowed her usual deadpan one. “You need to find something other than working out. I can’t stand the amount of groaning and panting that happens when you do.”

A deep blush covered your cheeks. You tried to utter out words, but they died flat on your tongue.

“Yeah,” you agreed, nodding your head and bashful you ducking it.

Wednesday pinched herself hard, biting her lip as she did so.

“Thought you were still writing,” you said, trying to change the topic. Luckily, it worked.

“I was, I’ve seemed to his an impasse in my story. I decided to cut it short today.”

You nodded. “Makes sense.”

Wednesday’s eyes flickered down once again, and you watched as she pinched herself. She muttered something incoherent, clearing her throat.

That’s when it hit you. She was staring straight at your abs.

“Do — Do you want me to put a shirt on, or?”

Her head snapped up. “What?”

“You keep looking at my stomach. Is it bothering you?”

Wednesday’s eyes widened in surprise. “No — No, you’re alright. It’s not a horrible sight.”

Your jaw dropped. Did you have too much protein or did Wednesday just… flirt with you? Your mouth bobbed up and down a couple times, before altogether dropping.

Wednesday sighed, her finger extending out and putting your jaw back up. She patted your cheek, her lip twitching slightly. As she walked away you stared at her retreating form in awe.

Holy fuck.

That was the only thought that rang in your head. Even as the night progressed, and Wednesday shut off the lights for bed, you laid up and awake staring at the ceiling.

Wednesday thought she’d broken you, and as much as that pleased a dark part of her, she didn’t want you broken just yet. She really didn’t mean to make that comment about your abs, it just slipped out. But, ever since she’d said that, Wednesday grew worried. It wasn’t the fact that you may be straight, lord knew you weren’t, it was the concern that maybe she’d crossed a line.

As Wednesday’s thoughts raced and passed through her mind, some of them thinking about your abs, other about your biceps, the biggest — and most recurring — one was the thought that maybe you didn’t like her. Although, Wednesday knew you did. She saw it when she swayed her hips just too much, your eyes lower than her head, she saw it when you shot heart eyes at her, practically drooling. It was also obvious in the sense that when she’d asked your previous roommates if you’d done that to them, they’d all say no.

It wasn’t a guessing game, Wednesday knew you felt the same. It was just a matter of courage.

Your arms shook as you raised yourself once more, a huff of hot air blew out of your mouth. Lowering back down, you took in a deep breath, shaking as you rose again. You repeated these steps once more, desperate to not give up.

“Are you going to give up?”

“N — No,” you huffed out.

It seemed as with every pushup you did, Wednesday’s presence on your back only increased.

“80,” she counted.

You rose again.

“81.”

Down. Up.

“82.”

With that, you stomped your foot and Wednesday got off you in an instant. You flopped down, breathing out heavily. “Still not good.”

A tut of disapproval echoed from somewhere in the room. “You got eighty-two push-ups with me on your back. That’s not at all a simple task. Give yourself some credit, please.”

A sheepish smile taped itself to your face. “Thanks, man.”

A glass clinked right in front on your face, which was smushed against the cold floors. A second later, a pink straw was plopped in there too. “Oh.”

Wednesday cleared her throat. “It’s imperative you stay hydrated. Dehydration isn’t a funny thing.”

“Thanks,” you whispered, busy trying to handle your blush.

Trying to not move a muscle, you opened your mouth, bobbing it as if the straw would come closer.

“You truly are a child.”

“A buff one.”

You may not have been able to see Wednesday, but you could practically hear the eye roll.

Then, black nail polish covered your eye sight and a moment later, the straw was bent into your mouth.

You smiled as you drank the ice cool water, goosebumps covering your skin. A content sigh escaped your closed lips.

Wednesday shivered before clearing her throat. She watched as you stood up, stretching and groaning.

You walked up to Wednesday, that stupidly hot grin on your face. You held out your hand, slapping it against Wednesday’s. She reluctantly slapped back, hitting the back of your hand before giving you a fist bump.

A giddy laugh erupted out of your throat, bubbling into the warm air. Wednesday watched as the world turned to slow motion. The sunlight shined through the window, highlighting your skin and casting you in an ethereal glow. She could’ve fainted at the sight. You towered over Wednesday, your hair perfectly set, some strands sticking to your sweaty forehead, others stray and wild.

“I’m go —“

Wednesday grabbed the back of your neck, bending it down so she could meet your lips. You stumbled over yourself because of her force, but you recovered soon after. You pushed against her mouth with as much pressure as she was applying, hands holding her waist. Wednesday leaned back, slightly craning her neck to the side before kissing you once again. Her free hand traveled south, lightly tracing your abs. Wednesday’s mouthed slotted perfectly against yours, and you couldn’t ignore the image of her with smudged lipstick. You shuddered out a breath, eyes flickering open as you pulled back.

Wednesday was the first to speak, not bothering to put any distance between you two. “You’ve robbed me of the one thing that was mine to control,” she husked out.

You breathed in, waiting for her to finish that sentence. You were hoping it was something good.

“My self control is no longer a gift, instead a short fuse that seems to go off when I’m around you.”

You grinned ear to ear, trying to contain it by biting your lip.

Wednesday’s hand came up, putting pressure on your bottom lip as she drew it out from under your teeth.

“I really don’t understand what’s gotten into me,” she spoke, staring intensely at your kiss swollen lips.

Her hands idly scratched along your abs, goosebumps rising in her wake.

“I don’t have that big of a vocabulary, Wednesday, so I’m just gonna sound like an idiot here, you’re really fucking pretty and I can’t think right around you.”

A low chuckle bubbled out of Wednesday’s throat. The sound wrapped around your ears, heart eyes wide and proud. Her laugh was like Heaven, enough to start wars over and drive men insane.

“You truly do have a way with words, cara mia.”

You drew in a sharp breath, releasing it shakily. “Do that again. Please,” you whispered, gently grabbing her hand and placing a kiss on it.

“What? The Italian?”

You nodded your head, absolutely head over heels for this woman.

“After you shower.” Wednesday placed a finger on your upper chest, gently pushing you away. “You’re truly a gift, but you just got done doing eighty pushups with me on your back. You’re coated in sweat.”

You laughed, smiling brightly as you walked into the bathroom.

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aetherdoesthings · 4 months

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Hi, can I request hurt/comfort and love confession Robin x Reader after Enies Lobby? That arc broke my heart sm 😭

(Also love your work, ty in advance)

hello anon! thanks for the compliment! apologies this took so long, life's a bitch.

forethoughts: this is my first time writing angst ever. be nice 😔. i tried 😭.

notes: gn!reader, MAJOR SPOILERS FOR ENEIS LOBBY. LITERALLY, KEEP SCROLLING.

It was a tiring day, and you desperately needed rest. You fought with the Straw Hats to save Nico Robin from the World Government’s claps, and you witnessed the passing of the Merry, the Straw Hat’s beloved ship. You stood there on the boat aside Robin, watching the ship break apart and sink into the depths of the sea’s dark abyss. You should feel bad; You know you should. Chopper was sobbing, Nami was on the ground. Usopp (or Sogeking you didn’t really care about whatever name Usopp wanted to call himself) had tears streaming down his face, it could drown the boat all the Straw Hats was on. But despite the head of the beloved lamb sinking into the ocean, your mind was set on one thing, your heart beating out of your chest.

Holy shit Nico Robin is standing right next to me. She’s right next to me. Is she crying? Oh my god she is. Holy shit. She’s right next to me. Should I do something? No, I'll ruin the moment. Your mind was racing, fingers fiddling with the hem of your shirt as you resisted from turning your head to your right, to stare at the beauty next to you.

After the goodbye, all the Straw Hats got on board the Galley-La ship, everyone getting their well deserved rest. Except for you. You tried to sleep, you really did. But you just couldn’t. Not with Nico Robin on your mind. Ever since you joined the Straw Hats, you immediately felt a connection between you and the archaeologist. Nami always (if not everyday) teased you about the way you looked at her, the way you were willing to throw yourself in danger for her. When you heard Robin had sacrificed her freedom for your safety, it broke your heart into a million pieces, it felt like it could never be fixed. So when the Puffing Tom pulled up to Eneis Lobby, you fought like a wild animal, almost on the same level as Zoro and Sanji, fighting Marines left and right until you could see Robin with your own two eyes alright and unharmed.

You argued with your brain for a while, before finally sitting up from the hammock, quietly exiting the room without waking up the other Straw Hats. You snuck around the hallways of the ship, trying to find the room Robin was in.

Taking a deep breath, you knocked on the door. When you heard a soft, ‘come in’ from a familiar voice, butterflies flew around in your stomach, a shot of serotonin flooding your brain.

“Robin?” You quietly called out, opening the door. Your heart pounded at the sight in front of you, as you desperately tried to maintain your composure. Robin was sitting on a bed, wearing nothing but an old shirt, perhaps not even any pants from the look of it, making your cheeks flush bright red. Thank God it was night. She had a tired look on her face (of course she had a tired look on her face, you idiot), but regardless had a faint smile.

“Yes, Y/N? Did you need something?” She asked, her ever elegant voice making your legs wobbly.

“O-Oh, uh, no, not really. I just wanted to see if you were okay.” You responded.

Robin smiled warmly at you. “That’s so kind of you, Y/N. Thank you. I’m okay, just.. having a hard time falling asleep. After everything, it feels hard to just… fall asleep and not wake up in danger.”

“Oh.” It made your stomach churn to hear that she was struggling to sleep, but it made your heart flutter since she trusted you with that information. “Is there anything I can do to help?”

“Talking to you, perhaps. You always seem to know how to make me feel better.” Robin smiled at you, welcoming you to sit next to her. You swallowed. Oh my god. Okay. Holy shit. You walked over to Robin, creating a dip in the mattress.

“Why did you want to see if I was okay, Y/N? It doesn’t fit your character.” Robin casually asked.

So maybe you were avoiding her a lot before the Merry found its way to Water Seven. You were trying to get over Robin, forget everything she had made you feel inside and how red you got whenever she complimented you. You should’ve expected the ever observant Robin to immediately notice your sudden disappearance whenever she entered the room.

“Well…um…” You tried to form coherent sentences to explain your reasoning, without the words ‘I have a crush on you’ coming out of your mouth.

“I was busy at that time…and didn’t really have the time to stick around to talk.” You nodded your head, approving of your own reasoning that didn’t raise too many red flags.

“I see.” That was all Robin said.

There was a wave of silence that plagued the room, until you mustered up the courage to speak again. “Nami told me… the reason you decided to turn yourself in was for our safety to leave Water Seven… right?”

Even in the darkness, you could see Robin’s smile drop, her head pointing down.

“You don’t need to answer if-”

“Yes. I wanted to make sure all of you were safe and unharmed by CP9 and the World Government. I wanted to make sure you would escape their wrath.” Robin answered.

“But… to turn yourself in after running for two decades… just for us?”

“You all were the first group of people who were willing to wage war against the World Government for me. Even though you knew I was Miss All Sunday, even though Aojiki threatened you to turn me in, none of you let that affect our friendship, and well, we’re all here, aren’t we?”

You wanted to smile at that last sentence, but you frowned instead. “No threats would ever purge our friendship.”

Friendship. That word pained you to say. Friendship was the relationship you and Robin had, but that was not what you wanted.

“Indeed.” Robin murmured, looking back at you with a small smile. You tried to return it, but you just couldn’t. Not after being friendzoned.

She doesn’t even like you. Get over it. Move on. You told yourself. That was the only option you had, wasn’t it? The two of you were friends. Just friends. Nothing more, nothing less.

Right?

It’s now or never. Ask and just move on. That’s all.

“Robin…” You muttered quietly.

“Yes, Y/N?”

“Have you…ever thought of…being more than friends with someone?”

“You mean have a romantic interest?”

Your brain short circuited at her sudden bluntness. “Y-Yeah, that.”

“It hasn’t crossed my mind for a while. I wouldn’t think it would be a good idea to find one, since the World Government is out for my head. That would endanger the other person’s life, wouldn’t you agree?”

“You wouldn’t endanger my life…” You mumbled softly, expecting Robin not to pick up on it.

Robin paused after your mumble. Did she hear me?

“Still,” she sighed. “I can’t seem to find it in me to want to find someone that would love me for who I am. I’m afraid I’ll ruin another life.”

“No you won’t.” You blurted out against your mind’s protest. “You’re not going to ruin some random person’s life just for being you. If they walk away, they just don’t know you well enough to appreciate who you are.”

Robin raised an eyebrow, a smirk growing on her face. “And do you think you know me well enough to appreciate who I am?”

Yep. Your entire face was definitely red, and your skin was definitely hot. You opened your mouth to say something, anything really, but something came out. It didn’t help when Robin moved closer to you, to the point you could feel her breath brushing against your ear.

“I… do.” You finally say.

“You do? What makes you think you do?”

“Because I would sacrifice my life for you in a heartbeat. I would kill myself if it meant you were safe. I… I…” You look down, summoning all the courage, all the heartache you had bottled for months. “I love you. I love you more than a friend, more than best friends. I love you as if you are my soulmate. I want you to be my soulmate. I love you so much. W-When I heard you left… it broke my heart. I didn’t want you to go.. I didn’t want you to leave because of us. I love it when you’re here. You bring so much joy to the Straw Hats, to me. You mean the world to me, Robin.”

All the while you were ranting about your feelings, Robin was calmly looking at you, a small smile on your face. Even as your mouth continued to move, she didn’t interrupt you. She sat there, watching you pour your heart out to her, watch you express your love. As you kept talking, Robin placed a gentle finger on your chin, tilting your head towards her. Before you could react even, she leaned in, placing a soft kiss on your lips. With her free hand, she pushed you onto the bed, taking her place next to you. Robin caressed your face with her hand, running the back of her fingers against your cheek.

“You’re cute when you ramble.” She smiled. “Thank you for telling me that. I never knew you were that… enthusiastic about me.”

You laid there, no thoughts in your head. All your muscles were concentrated on trying to remember what her lips felt like. What her lips felt like on yours. It was as if you got a kiss from an angel from heaven, blessing you with infinite serotonin.

“You kissed me.” You stated matter-of-factly after a while.

“I did.” Robin responded with the same manner.

“Why?”

“Because, my sweet Y/N,” she moved closer to you, placing an arm around your chest. “I love you more than a friend too. I wanted to see you live, even if it means I will die. Nothing matters to me more than your wellbeing, and seeing your smile.”

“You… you do?”

“Yes. I’ve been feeling it for a while… I just never knew or wanted to ask you since I wasn’t sure you would return the same feeling. But after everything that you’ve said tonight… I think I’ve made my decision. I’m not leaving anytime soon. I want to stay with you. Live my life with you, my dear sweet Y/N.”

When you didn’t respond, Robin let out a small chuckle. “Your heartbeat is enough for me to know your response.”

Robin cuddled next to you, placing her head on your arm as she closed her eyes. You laid there on her bed, staring at the ceiling.

“I’ll always stay with you.” You finally say, before closing down for the night, your body relaxing against Robin’s. The sound of the ocean waves finally brought you to sleep, the whole world snuggling in your arms.

#one piece #op #nico robin #nico robin x reader #angst #love confession #aetherasks #guys be nice #this is my first time writing angst ok #eneis lobby

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weskin-time · 1 year

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rubbing my hands evilly like a little man. making out w stars wesker in his office. that is all. i love ur work sm <3

YOU HAVE A MASSIVE BRAIN ANON!! and thank you :3 ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

Sorry that this is a tad short!!

not beta read as always

The blinds were closed, more than half of the people in the office were out for lunch, and yet you were still in the station. You don’t fully remember how you went from enjoying your lunch with your boyfriend in his office to being sat on his desk, him caging you in against him.

Albert Wesker leaned in closer to you, his lips on your own in a starving manner. He was rough with his kisses, his lips pressing up against your own, overwhelming you with the force. His entire being wrapped around you and you forgot you were in his office at work, his scent of his cologne made you dizzy as you kissed him back just as hard, your hands flying to wrap around his neck and your fist clenching onto his slicked back hair on his neck. His left arm moved to your waist, sliding you closer to him on the desk, making your hips touch as your legs spread to accommodate him, your calves wrapped around his hips pulling him closer in turn.

He pulled away from you suddenly, leaving you gasping and him trying to recover from the heated kisses he started, his glasses off and his blue eyes bore into yours with an emotion that sent a shock through your body.

“Dearheart, i’m afraid we’re going to have to cut this short.” He panted and left you a little confused. Maybe it was from being lightheaded thanks to the kiss but you cocked your head to the side.

“If we keep this up I won’t be able to stop myself.”

To help make his point his ground his hips into yours making your notice a hardness in his pants you somehow didn’t notice before. Your eyes went wide and heat rushed to your face, you wanted to continue so bad but you were still at work, the STARS unit might return soon from their lunch break and there’s no way they wouldn’t notice something. You searched his eyes still panting as you tried to wire your brain back into shape to make a choice, that or you were waiting for his next move to decide what the two of you would do you weren’t quite sure.

The sound of the door knob jiggling was your first warning, a millisecond and it registered in your brain what was going on, it shocked itself back into a non putty melted glob of meat and you pushed Albert away from you and he backed up like you had burned him. The door swung open and there stood Jill Valentine.

You tried to play it cool like you weren’t almost about to fuck your boss/boyfriend in his office by fixing your uniform and wrapping one ankle around the other. Wesker seemed to have the same idea by putting his sunglasses back on and running a hand through his blond hair to fix the damage you did to it.

Jill sauntered in, sending you a little glare with her eyes but a small smile tugged at her lips betraying her cold gaze, teasing you, her gaze flicked between you and the captain as he sat down in his chair with you still placed on the side of the desk. Your lucky you and here were very close friends or you would have melted into a puddle on the floor from the embarrassment, if Chris had walked in or Barry or gods forbid Rebecca you would have exploded on the spot.

“Here’s the report of last week you wanted after break.” Jill dropped some papers off on his desk. Albert sniffed and chocked out a thank you as she turned around and began to leave but she lingered at the door before turning her head around and looking back at you two over her shoulder.

“And I hope you know this isn’t a sound proof room.” She glanced at you, “Lucky I was the only one in the office.”

The door shutting was louder than normal as your embarrassment settled around the room.

#tezi post #albert wesker #resident evil #resident evil x reader #resident evil imagine #albert wesker x reader #wesker x reader #albert wesker imagine #wesker

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errythinisblue · 2 years

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Hi baby 🤍can you please do one with mason where they have a fight. you head out with your friends for the night and mason gets worried about you as you don‘t reply to his messages and calls and it's pretty late. maybe him driving around to your friend's trying to find you and stuff . I miss your mason’s stuff sm

Hi love 🤍 I was dying to write an angsty piece, thank you for the inspiration! I loved writing this, enjoy!🤍

“Guilty as charged.”

Mason Mount x Y/N

Summary: An extra training session causes Mason to snap at you. What will he do when you leave the house after your fight and he can’t get you on the phone?

Warnings: Mason being a bit of a dickhead, but with the fluffiest of endings.

gif credits to @chelseastopblaster

As you heard the keys unlocking the door, you rushed to the entryway to meet your boyfriend; Mason was finally home, and you knew he would be tired after today’s training. It was supposed to be his day off to rest, but Tuchel had other plans, as he ordered them into training after the bad performance against Wolves.

“Hi baby,” you softly smiled at his exhausted face, “how was training?”

“How do you think it was?” he said, his voice sounding strangely annoyed.

“That hard hm? I-” you tried to talk to him, but he didn’t let you.

“Y/N don’t please.” he stopped you before you could say anything else, “My head is killing me and I don’t wanna hear anybody else’s bullshit right now.”

“Sorry what?” you widened your eyes upon hearing his words. You knew he was tired, and you knew that as much as he loved the game he needed time to rest too. Plus the end of the season was near and he was clearly frustrated with the team’s results, those same results that cost them an extra training session. But that didn’t mean he had the right to treat you like that.

“You heard me,” he snapped as he looked you straight in the eyes, “or have you maybe gone deaf??”

“Oh yeah I heard you loud and clear.” you nodded your head, tears were already forming in your eyes as you clenched your jaw, trying to swallow the lump that formed in your throat; but you knew this wasn’t him talking, it was his exhaustion speaking and it showed by how slumped his shoulders were, “I just wanted to let you know that dinner was waiting for you. And since I knew this extra session would have worn you out, I cooked your favourite meal too. But at this point I don’t even know why I bothered.”

“Don’t play the victim now,” he said, “today was supposed to be my day off, but no! I had to go fucking training! And then I come home and as soon as I open the door you’re already standing there asking me your stupid questions-”

“Stupid questions?? I just asked you how training was, Mason! As I always do!” you raised your hands in the air, as you tried to keep your composure but you couldn’t help but grow frustrated by the minute.

“Yeah and it’s fucking annoying!” he shouted as he ran his fingers through his short hair, “Training was shit, and I don’t need you to remind me of that!”

“Fine. I’ll be out of your hair then.” you said as you grabbed your car keys and your purse, after you put on your shoes in a haste.

“Where are you going now??” he asked you as his eyes were fixed on you, the thought he might have gone too far already popping in his mind.

“Out.” you shrugged your shoulders; you could see it in his eyes, he knew he fucked up, but that didn’t mean you had to forgive him straight away.

“Out where??” he asked again, his voice almost pleading.

“Can you stop asking that?? It’s fucking annoying!” you used his same words against him, and maybe you were mean for that, but he had to know he hurt you, and without a reason to do so, if it was even possible to have a reason to hurt someone.

“Y/N-” he started before you closed the door at your back, in his face, and walked to your car.

“He acted like a real dick I’m telling you!” you told Sophia as you two were sitting on her sofa, sipping on a glass of wine as you told her what happened with Mason.

“I know babe and I’m so sorry he snapped at you,” she said as she softly pouted, “I mean I don’t even get the reason why he would do that.”

“I don’t know!” you exclaimed, “I told you, all I asked him was how training was, well all I tried to ask him that is…”

“Damn footballers…” she shook her head as she took your free hand in her, “I’m glad you called me though, it’s been so long since we last saw each other!”

“You’re right, I missed hanging out with you so much Soph! You’re the only one I feel like talking to when things like that happen…” you told her as you squeezed her hand gently, “Oh, talk about damn footballers…” you said as you showed her your phone just as Mason’s silly face flashed on your screen.

“Are you gonna pick up?” Sophia asked you.

“No, I’ll let him sweat a little.” you bit your lip as you looked at his face on your phone, his goofy smile was pulling at your heartstrings and you found yourself missing him a little bit, but you shook your head quickly, before your phone stopped ringing.

If Mason was worried when he saw you leave the house, he was full on panicking now. Three hours and at least twenty unanswered phone calls later, he was sure he was going to go crazy.

He didn’t know what to do to reach out for you, but he knew he wanted to, he needed to, badly. He fucked up big time, he was sure about that now and his brain kept reminding him how much of a dickhead he’d been towards you. He didn’t know why he said those things to you, he just knew he was so angry at Tuchel because he was yelling at him all day long and he didn’t even know why. He didn’t know what he did to deserve such treatment and when he got home, those words his manager yelled at him had sunk so much in his worn out brain that he didn’t want to hear anything else. There was even a short amount of time where he thought he didn’t deserve your attention when he came back home, as he was sure that he had fucked up at training. But he ended fucking things up with you.

He was so angry at himself, and so desperate to have you back at home with him that he decided he would have driven to every single one of your friends’ houses if that meant he had a chance to find you there. It was a Tuesday night, he knew you wouldn’t be out as you had work the day after; so he thought this was the only thing he could do to try and find you.

But after he knocked on the last door, and after he had the same negative answer, his desperation had spiked impossibly high. He didn’t know where you were, what you were doing… what if something bad had happened to you and he wasn’t there?? That could be why you weren’t picking up your phone!

‘Keep calm Mount, we’ll find a way out of this!’ Kai’s words resonated in his ears as he sat back in his car; Kai was the one who saw him kicking his bag in frustration as soon as they walked into the changing rooms after training. And Kai was the one who talked to him and calmed him down as Mason felt like he was starting to lose control. Kai…KAI!

“Sophia! How didn’t I think about her sooner??” Mason slammed his hands on the steering wheel before he started the engine, pushing on the gas pedal as he was driving to the German’s house.

“Come on man, pick up!…” he groaned as he was calling Kai while he was driving to where he hoped he would have found you this time.

“You’re in big trouble man…” Kai murmured as soon as he accepted the call.

“Is Y/N there??” Mason asked him as he was feeling out of breath, as if he was running to Kai’s house and not driving his car.

“She is, and I shouldn’t be telling you this,” Kai said, his voice as low as a whisper, “so thank me, as I’m risking my life by giving you this information.”

“I’ll be there in a minute,” Mason said, the hint of a smile appearing on his lips, “thank you man, I owe you!”

“Yeah, you owe me big time!” Kai said before he ended the call.

“Soph this dress is stunning, I’m sure you’d look gorgeous in it!” you said, as Sophia was showing you the photo she took of a dress she saw the day before in a shop.

“You sure?” she asked as she chewed on the inner side of her cheek, sounding unsure, “I mean it’s beautiful but I don’t know…”

“More than sure!” you smiled at her, “You’re perfect and I’m sure this colour would look great on you!”

“Will you go with me to buy it?” she pleaded you with her eyes, as she always did when she wanted something from you, “Please, I’m gonna need your opinion when I’ll try it on!”

“Okay okay!” you giggled as she could be really convincing, but your giggles were cut short as you heard the doorbell ring. Your gut feeling telling you that a certain midfielder had found you.

“I’ll take it!” Kai shouted from the kitchen.

“Okay baby!” Sophia said as she went back to sip on her wine, “It took him some time to figure out you were here…” she chuckled as she too had thought it was Mason at the door.

And you both were right, because as soon as Kai opened the door Mason came barging in in the living room. He was panting, his chest quickly rising and falling under the rhythm of his breathing, and when his eyes fell on your figure sat on the sofa his shoulders visibly relaxed.

“Y/N!” he ran to you as he kneeled in front of you, resting his head on your legs, “God I was so worried about you, I couldn’t find you and you weren’t picking up your phone I-”

“Of course I didn’t. You acted like an asshole, why would I pick up?” you said as you restrained yourself from running your fingers through his hair.

“You did it on purpose?? I was scared as fuck!” he whined, pressing his face further in your thighs.

“And I was angry at you, I’m still angry at you!”

“I’m sorry baby, please don’t yell at me now,” he pouted as he raised his head to look at you with his tired puppy eyes, “not you too…”

“Who yelled at you?” you frowned as you took in the distressed state your boyfriend was in.

“Tuchel did.” Kai cut in, “He did, at every single one of us. But more to Mason…”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” your tone was sweeter now, as you watched Mason’s eyes fall to the floor.

“I thought I had somehow disappointed him,” he said as he shrugged his shoulders, still kneeling in front of you, “I didn’t want to disappoint you too…”

“So you just acted like a dickhead instead,” Sophia shook her head as Kai came to sit next to her, “not your best choice Mase…”

“You’re right Soph…” he breathed a laugh as he looked at you once again, “Come home now, please…”

“Okay…” you couldn’t resist him anymore, his brown eyes showed nothing but sorrow and you could see how much he was longing for you to forgive him and just go home. So you really couldn’t help yourself, as your answer came out in a heartbeat.

“Mason?” you called his name as you watched him removing his shoes, while you leaned your back against the closed front door.

“Yes?” he was quick in replying, as he turned his head towards you and stared at you with his chocolate orbs.

“When you told me you couldn’t find me, what did you mean?”

“I went to look for you at all your friends’ houses, I drove around like a mad man, hoping to find you…” he whispered as he scratched his neck, “I don’t know why I didn’t think about Sophia sooner…”

“And there I was, thinking that would be the first place you’d have come looking for me…” you chuckled as you shook your head at your boyfriend’s dumbfounded expression.

“You wanted me to find you?” he frowned as he came to stand right in front of you, caging your body between his muscly one and the door.

“I wanted to make you sweat a little,” you breathed against his lips, “but I’ll always want you to come and find me…”

“I’m so sorry I snapped at you…” he closed his eyes as he leaned his forehead against your own, “I love you so much baby, can you forgive me?”

“I already did…” you smiled before you pecked his lips, “I love you too Mase… even when you’re acting like a dick.”

“Especially when I act like a dick…” he winked at you, before his stomach grumbled.

“You’re still hungry? Didn’t you eat what I left for you?” you asked him as a soft blush appeared on his cheeks.

“Uhm I’m starving actually…” he said, “…but I couldn’t remember how to heat the food up in the microwave… I know you taught me how to do it a million times but I couldn’t remember anything!”

“Now I get the reason why you stopped calling me and came looking for me Mount…” you laughed as you shook your head, “You needed me to heat up your food!”

“Guilty as charged…” he said as he raised his hands in the air, giggling as his stomach continued to make loud noises.

“Come on I’ll show you once again…” you smiled as you kissed his cheek, guiding him by the hand towards the kitchen. You were happy to finally be back home with him, even if that meant you’d have to explain how to use the microwave to him for the thousandth time.

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