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littleavengerfics · 1 year

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Would you be able to do Steve's little girl being looked after by Tony or nat while he's on a mission and her being a handful (in a funny way) and when steve returns either one of them looking exhausted and reader is just asleep with a smile on her face?

Babysitting is hard (Nat tony x y/n)

A/n: i did gn reader pov, hope that's still okay, its just easier for me to write gn reader bc I'm used to it.

warnings: age regression, little reader, daddy Steve, Nat and Tony babysitting.

"Okay kiddo be good for everyone and give daddy a hug, I have to go now." You ran up to Steve wrapping your arms around him. "Bye y/n." You gave him a small wave and walked back over to Natasha.

"Are you ready to have a fun day with your favourite aunt?" She asked holding out her hand. You gave an enthusiastic nod, taking her hand with a huge grin. "Do you want some breakfast?" You shook your head at her question. "I wanna play I'm not hungry."

"Okay we can play a game of hide and seek but then you have to eat something." Nat compromised, covering her eyes. "1... 2!" You panicked running out of the room as fast as you could, you ran into Steve's room and crawled underneath his bed.

After a few minutes Nat walked into the room. "Wow y/n is so good at hiding I wonder where they could be, they definitely won't be under Steve's bed but maybe I should look anyway. Maybe there's a monster under there." You couldn't help but giggle at her words. "Hmm it sounds like there is, come out little monster I found you." You slid out at the other side before running out the door.

"You have got to be kidding me." Nat chuckled getting up. "Y/N get back here!" She heard your giggles echoing down the corridor, she ran out after you, seeing you hiding behind Tony.

"Y/n come on it's way too early for this, why don't I put a movie on for you?" you shook your head making her sigh. "I give up."

"Come on Romanoff it can't be that hard." Tony chuckled taking a sip of his coffee.

"Ok Mr little expert, why don't you give it a try?" Tony scoffed turning to you. "Hey kiddo, how about some breakfast hm?" You nodded pointing to the cereal on the top shelf. Steve never let you have any because it had too much sugar, and as the two avengers were about to find out you and sugar didn't mix very well.

"Okay I can do that." He smiled. "Here hop up on the counter while your favourite uncle gets your breakfast." He helped you onto the island and you sat there kicking your legs happily.

"See romanoff it's not that hard." Tony smirked grabbing the milk, Nat playfully rolled her eyes watching you reach for something next to you.

"Ugh das yuckies." You frowned putting down the genius' drink.

"You didn't." Tony frowned looking in his coffee cup. "The little monster drank my coffee." He shook his head playfully, giving you a smile. After all who could be mad at you?

"Okay little one that is enough caffeine for one day." Nat chuckled placing you on the floor. "Let's go eat this in front of the tv, just don't tell Steve." She grabbed your hand and lead you over to the living room.

After breakfast Natasha had to go train so she went to find Tony to babysit you for a while. You arrived in his lab but the genius was no where to be seen so Natasha decided to just let you play around until he came back.

"Natty wook." You giggled putting on Tony's helmet. "Steve is noyying i hate everyone. I need coffee." You mocked the genius making Nat smile, "That's perfect y/n."

"Personally I think it needs work." You turned around pulling off the helmet with a grin. "Hey uncl tony is Nattys fault she tell me to do it." The Russian looked at you completely stunned. "liar."

"Romanoff don't call the little cutie a liar look at them, they're too innocent and adorable to lie. Blaming a little after getting them to do your dirty work is disgusting behaviour and I am very disappointed in you." He said with a smirk before winking at you.

"Whatever, have fun. Bye!" She said before walking out. "Okay, who wants a new suit. You can be a little mini me, I get a sidekick and an excuse to make a suit, you get to look awesome and it will piss off Steve. Everybody wins." He said already making a start on your new suit.

The rest of your day was spent chasing Nat and Tony in your new suit, playing tag and hide and seek till an hour before Steve was due to come home. By the end of the game you were all exhausted.

"I can't run anymore." Tony sighed throwing himself on the couch. "Yeah y/n I don't wanna play this anymore can we do something else?" You landed in front of them, the suit disappeared revealing a very tired little, yawning uncontrollably. The affects of the sugar and adrenaline of playing faded almost as fast as it came and you collapsed into the Russian's arms.

"Yeah I think this one is way overdue a nap." Nat placed you down next to Tony before sitting down the other side of you. You soon fell asleep with a huge smile on your face, as much as you missed Steve spending the day with your favourite Aunt or uncle wasn't that bad... in fact it was amazing.

"Hey y/n I'm back!" Steve called out only to be met with shushing from the two avengers next to you. He walked over and saw you sleeping soundly, your head resting on Tony's shoulder and your fingers interlocked with the widow's. "Goodnight kiddo." Steve said with a chuckle. Your expression comforted Steve, he had been worried about you all day but seeing you so peaceful filled him with relief. He smiled to himself all the way back to his room where he began to unpack his stuff.

#cgsteverogers #littleavengerfics #little reader #sfw agere #little y/n #daddy steve rogers x little reader #daddysteverogers #natasha romanoff x you #natasha romanov #tony stark #tony stark x little reader #steve rogers x little reader #natasha romanoff x little reader #natasha romanoff

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that-one-pretty-bitch · 2 years

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An au where Reader is Anastacius daughter from a one-night-stand but the mother died and Anas took her to make her his heir

[before the whole Claude Penelope thing]

and like after his death Claude didn’t kill her just put her in a random palace and then when one day Diana met her while walking around in the garden she asked Claude who she was and if she could spend some with with reader

And after a while Claude saw Reader wasn’t like Anastacius at all and took care of her but like didn’t neglect her reader and Athy became besties

[The last part isn’t important I only would like to see how Diana as a mother figure would be ^^ btw reader should be 5 years older then Athy]

✨ - Anon

[feel free to ignore <3]

𝒴𝑒𝓈𝓈𝓈𝓈, 𝐼 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒 𝒟𝒾𝒶𝓃𝒶 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒾'𝓂 𝑔𝓁𝒶𝒹 𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓅𝑒𝑜𝓅𝓁𝑒 𝒶𝓅𝓅𝓇𝑒𝒸𝒾𝒶𝓉𝑒 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝑜𝑜! 𝒜𝓁𝓈𝑜 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝑜𝓃𝑒 𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝒷𝒾𝓉, 𝒴/𝓃 𝒾𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒹𝒶𝓊𝑔𝒽𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝒻 𝒶 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝒸𝓊𝒷𝒾𝓃𝑒 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒜𝓃𝒶𝓈𝓉𝒶𝒸𝒾𝓊𝓈 𝒽𝒶𝒹, 𝒽𝑒 𝑜𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝓈𝓁𝑒𝓅𝓉 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝑜𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓎𝑒𝓉 𝓈𝒽𝑒 𝑔𝑜𝓉 𝓅𝓇𝑒𝑔𝓃𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝑔𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝒷𝒾𝓇𝓉𝒽 𝓉𝑜 𝓎/𝓃. 𝒴/𝓃 𝒽𝒶𝓈 𝓃𝑜 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌𝓁𝑒𝒹𝑔𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓂𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇, 𝒷𝑒𝒸𝒶𝓊𝓈𝑒 𝒜𝓃𝒶𝓈 𝓀𝒾𝓁𝓁𝑒𝒹 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝒻𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝒴/𝓃'𝓈 𝒷𝒾𝓇𝓉𝒽 "𝓈𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒 𝓈𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓊𝓈𝑒𝓁𝑒𝓈𝓈" 𝓉𝑜 𝒽𝒾𝓂 𝓃𝑜𝓌. 𝒮𝒽𝑒 𝑔𝓇𝑒𝓌 𝓊𝓅 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓃𝓀𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝒟𝒾𝒶𝓃𝒶 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁 𝓂𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝓈 𝓌𝑒𝓁𝓁 𝒶𝓈 𝒞𝓁𝒶𝓊𝒹𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁 𝒻𝒶𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇. 𝒞𝓁𝒶𝓊𝒹𝑒 𝓌𝒶𝓈 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁𝓁𝓎 𝒸𝒽𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝓌𝒾𝓉𝒽 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉, 𝒽𝑒 𝓃𝑒𝓋𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝑜𝓁𝒹 𝓎/𝓃 𝒶𝒷𝑜𝓊𝓉 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓇𝑒𝒶𝓁 𝒻𝒶𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓁𝑜𝓋𝑒𝒹 𝓎/𝓃 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒 𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝑜𝓌𝓃.

A tall man held a small baby wrapped in a pink blanket. The maids informed him that the baby was a girl. She slightly opened her beautiful jeweled eyes and reached out her tiny fingers for Anastacius, his heart melted at the sight of this. He would name her ‘y/n’, she would be the next empress of Obelia. He lightly cradled the small baby that was gurgling happily and smiling.

“Y/n, you must grow up to be a strong woman, you will rule Obelia one day,” He smiled down

She simply smiled and moved around excitedly.

Slightly afterwards, Y/n’s real mother had been cradling her in her room when Anastacius banged the door open, he pulled Y/n’s mother outside the room and stabbed her

“I apologize for this [insert mother name] however Penelope was feeling uncomfortable with the fact that I had another woman in my life,” He muttered, holding onto his concubine

“Ah, I forgive you but please take care of Y/n for me,” She cried, her last words

A few years later Claude had met Diana at a banquet. He was slightly confused as for why she was not scared in the least. The royals present were staring at her like she was delicious. They looked like they would devour her but ignoring the looks she had been getting she danced her heart out. This act gained Claude’s interest in her. She was so brave and confident. He gave Diana the ruby palace where she could stay and Diana had graciously accepted. Within a few months he had fallen in love with Diana, everything about her was so loveable. He would love her till the end of time. Anastacius had also taken an interest in Diana but it was only for her body, he would use her and throw her away like he did with every one of his concubines and y/n’s mother. Claude however was not willing to give Diana up, unlike for Penelope he would fight to keep Diana. The fight resulted in the death of Anastacius. He made his way to kill Y/n as well, since she was Anastacius’s daughter and anything that belonged to that monster deserved to die. He got his magic ready to kill her, but then he saw her happy face shining with innocence as she hugged him,

“Papa!!” She was too young to differentiate between Claude and Anastacius.

His heart hurt thinking about what he was going to do to the poor girl, he slowly bent down and hugged her tightly, she may not have been his daughter but he was definitely going to protect her with his life.

Claude would often offer her delicious treats or take her for walks and let her do anything she wanted. Y/n had a lot of freedom. One day when Y/n was 4 she was running around the garden and happened to see a beautiful ruby palace, she ran towards the gorgeous palace and a beautiful woman caught her eye. He had the most beautiful gold hair and striking ruby eyes.

Y/n had lost memories of her mother, so she ran up to Diana and hugged her leg. Claude had come to visit Diana that day and his heart melted at the sight of Diana brushing little Y/n’s hair and reading her a story book.

“It seems you two have met,” Claude spoke

“Daddy!!!!” Y/n screamed getting off Diana’s lap and jumping into his arms

Diana looked slightly confused, after all Claude was only 23, how could he have been a dad?

As y/n spotted a butterfly and ran after it Claude walked over to Diana and explained to her the situation with his brother

“Ah, Claude… How could you have ever thought of hurting a child?” Diana smiled angrily as she pulled Claude’s hair harshly.

“It was my brothers and I didn’t mean it - UGH… I’m sorry Diana, please just take care of her,” Claude said in pain as Diana loosened her grip on his hair

“Y/n dear!! Come here~” Diana waved

Y/n walked towards the pretty lady,

“From now on I'm your mother, alright dear?” Diana bet down to speak to the girl

“Yes mommy!!” She hugged Diana

“*sniff* My cutie,” Diana hugged Y/n tightly

Within a year Diana and Y/n were very close, Y/n believed that Claude was her real father and Diana was her birth mother and neither of them bothered to correct Y/n. After all, they did love her and she did not need to know her origins.

Diana would often braid Y/n’s hair and read to her, she refused for a maid to do anything for Y/n after all as Y/n’s mother it was her duty to know and understand her daughter

Diana was patting Y/n’s hair as Y/n told Diana about her teacher praising her for doing well on her test.

“Good job my daughter, i’m very proud of you,” She smiled as she leaned down to kiss her forehead

Y/n blushed at being complimented by her mother. Diana was definitely her favorite parent, however it all changed when Diana announced she was pregnant

Y/n was very happy to know that she would be an older sister, she hugged her mother as Claude held Y/n up to Diana’s stomach so she could “talk” to her sibling

“Hello! I’m Y/n and i’m your older sister, I promise I will love you,” She smiled and just then Diana felt a kick

“Fufu~ It seems that your little sibling likes you already!” She smiled

“I’m going to be the bestest big sister ever!!!” She screamed happily as Claude kissed her cheek

Within the next few months, she did not understand what was happening, Claude always seemed upset but still managed to try and love Y/n. Y/n was waiting eagerly as her mother gave birth but Claude had come out of the room in tears. Y/n was scared, what could have happened? She was about to run into the room when Claude picked her up and took her away

“You don’t need to see that,” He muttered

Y/n tried to peek out of his back, when she saw her favorite maid Lily holding a baby. What happened to her mother?

“Daddy? Is my Mommy okay?” Y/n asked gently wiping his tears with her tiny hands

“Y/n… your mother is gone,” He said gulping down the pain

Y/n didn’t understand, what did he mean that her mommy was gone? Did she leave them?

The next few days Y/n tried asking everyone in the palace about what had happened to her mother but everyone said the same thing as Claude.

That's when she saw Lily cradling a baby, she walked towards the two

“Is that my little sister??? CAN I HOLD HER???” Excitement gleamed in her eyes as Lily sadly handed her the little baby

Y/n struggled to hold the baby, so Lily had to help manage the weight as Y/n started to talk to the baby. She was happy, she wouldn’t be alone anymore!

#wmmap #diana wmmap #claude x diana #diana de alger obelia #diana and y/n #claude de alger obelia #claude wmmap #athanasia wmmap #manwaha x reader #ask #little y/n #lily wmmap

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poisonedpumpkin · 2 years

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CG!Sebastian taking care of cat regressor Y/N:

- Will set you in his lap and groom your hair. - Gives you constant pets and showers you with affection. - “Such a beautiful/handsome little creature you are, Y/N.” - Will make you only the finest kitty snacks and milk for you to enjoy until your heart is content. - Only the coziest cat bed for his treasure. - Is extremely protective of you and will make sure no one lays an unwanted finger on you. - “My dear, it is far too dangerous for you to be in the kitchen-... Oh alright, you can help me with the stirring.” - Loves playing with your paws and holding them. - Will take you on peaceful walks and let you play in the flowers. You’re the only one he’ll allow to do so. <3

#pet regressor #pet space #pet dreaming #sfw petre #sfw #caregiver #cg sebastian #black butler #kuroshitsuji #cat regression #cat regressor #sebastian michaelis #y/n #little y/n

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cashmoneyyysstuff · 5 months

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you’ve been katsuki’s for as long as you can remember.

sure, he had never outwardly called you his girlfriend, but when you were both seven years old, he came up to you. chest heaving slightly from running up and down the hill where he had gotten you a freshly plucked out bouquet of flowers. the roots were still clinging to them and he got dirt all over your hands from forcibly grabbing them and shoving the bouquet in them before you could even form a sentence.

“since you accepted the flowers, you’re mine now.” he mumbled, his little hands tightened into fists at his sides and chubby cheeks a cute shade of pink, staring at you as confidently as he could.

a grin grows on his face when you respond with a simple “okay !” and a bright smile. the grin on his face never disappears even as his mom scolds him for getting you both all dirty.

you were katsuki’s in middle school too, when the boys in class decided to play kiss, marry, kill and he had somehow gotten dragged into it. the girls in your class tried their best to seem uninterested, claiming the boys were being childish, but you noticed how hard some of them were straining their ears trying to hear what the guys were talking about in their own little corner of the room. you’d be lying if you said you weren’t a little curious as well.

katsuki was as ruthless as you’d known him to be, choosing to kill any girl that wasn’t to his liking, which ended up being all of them. much to the other boys’ chagrin, claiming he had no taste.

then your name was brought up.

at that, his eyes widened and he turned in his seat to see if you were watching. you had never turned your head away so fast in your life and you were pretty sure you heard something go “crack”.

he clicked his tongue. mumbling something about how stupid the game was before muttering out a “kiss yn, marry yn and kill that other bitch.” before getting up and stomping away, claiming he had to go to the bathroom followed closely by the whoops and hollers of his two friends behind him.

you both made eye contact when he walked out and you think you’ll never forget how red his cheeks were.

you were katsuki’s when he was the one to walk you to and from school everyday, claiming you would somehow get lost without him. you were katsuki’s when he had begrudgingly shoved homemade valentines day chocolates into your arms, mumbling something about how you had been upset nobody had gotten you anything last year, conveniently leaving out the fact he had scared off all the other guys trying to offer you anything.

you were katsuki’s when he grabbed your hand during the winter because he said you’d “end up dying of hypothermia with the way you’re chittering over there.” and you were his when you were the only person he laughed around. loud, genuine laughter that you and only you could squeeze out of him. you were katsuki’s when he randomly kissed you goodnight at your door one night and he’s been doing it ever since, and gets all pouty when you turn away from his kisses to tease him.

“are we dating ?” you had asked him. you’re both in high school now and you’re in his dorm room. your legs are on his lap and he’s got a comfortable grip on your leg, which tightens after he registers your questions “hah?” he looks utterly confused and a little insulted as he looks back at you, his entire face scrunched up in confusion. you pinch his nose and he swats at your hand.

“are we dating ? like—am i your girlfriend.” you say again and katsuki’s face scrunches up even harder. he huffs and looks back at his phone, landing a little smack on your leg still placed in his lap. “ ‘course yer my fuckin’ girlfriend.” he spits out, obviously irritated. then he looks back at you “I haven’t made it obvious ?” he says sarcastically. one of his eyebrows lifted as he pokes at your leg still very much in his lap.

you simply shrug “s’not that. it’s just because you’ve never actually asked me out before, so i was a little confused on where we stood.” you mumble. he stares at you while you speak and he stares a little longer before sighing. then he leans towards you and flicks your forehead.

“ow !”

“dumbass.” he murmurs. there’s a slight pout on his face and his cheeks are light shade of pink when he looks you in the eyes again. he grabs both your cheeks with one hand and smushes them together to push your lips out and presses multiple wet kisses onto them that have you squealing and squirming. his wet lips are pulled into a smirk when he pulls back and you try your best to at least look a little angry, you really do. but it’s useless when he looks at you like that.

“of course you’re my girlfriend” he reiterates. his smirk’s been replaced for something softer, something more sincere as he gazes at you with so much unadulterated affection it makes your head spin a little. “you’ve always been mine.” he says it in a teasing tone and his hand is still smushing your cheeks out and it hurts a little but his eyes are still the same. they’re warm and soft and so, so enamored with you and only you.

when he finally let’s go of your face and pulls you fully into his lap, you realize katsuki’s been yours for as long as you’ve been his.

you smile brightly at him but turn your nose up when he leans in to kiss you again. “i still haven’t heard what i wanna hear though, mr. bakugou.”

he rolls his eyes and pinches at your thigh as he mumbles out a “don’t call me that.” sighing, he looks at you intensely and you suddenly feel very shy.

“will you be my girlfriend, ya shitty girl ?” and he says it as a joke, you both know it is cus his lips are already forming into a smirk the second he finishes his sentence. and you’re pulling at his nose the moment you register it, but you’re both smiling hard. he laughs and you’re sure you’ll never get tired of the sound. “what’s your answer, pretty ?” he asks playfully and you pretend to really think it over just to mess with him, and giggling out a “yes!” when he suddenly pounces on you. flipping you both over and tickling you mercilessly, calling it revenge for you “taking too damn long to answer.”

you’d been katsuki’s for as long as you can remember, and you hope you can be forever.

#just a silly little thing i wrote in record time in the bus #i love him sm yall dont get him like i do #just silly boyfriend katsuki tingz #him n my oc r childhood friends in my canon so thats why i made this #i love my boyfriend #I didn’t know how to end this one either #bakugou katuski x reader #katsuki bakugo fluff #bakugo fluff #bakugou imagine #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugou drabble #bakugou fluff #bakugo x reader #bakugo x you #bakugo x y/n #bakugo x female reader #bakugo x oc

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sexlapis · 6 months

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[◉°] … Y/N & TOJI BEING A COUPLE FOR 10 MINUTES STRAIGHT… 537k views

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꩜ actor! toji x actress! reader

⤷ synopsis : you & toji deny the dating rumours, but you’re both being a little bit too comfortable with each other for your relationship to be just “platonic”.

sfw, fluff, toji is a little ooc <3

. art credits to deltapork on twitter

.. inspired by this post

… part 2, part 3, part 4

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꩜ first clip

you & toji are in an interview, one to promote the upcoming release of the action movie you both star in where you’re the main love interest. it is bound to be a huge success, judging by the interest and how everyone loves the chemistry you and toji have both in and out of film!

the interviewer asks you a question and while you’re responding you can feel someone staring at you. you turn to your left where toji is sitting, and he has his eyes dead set on you, not looking away for one second. you turn your focus back to the interviewer to continue answering, but you can’t help but turn back and see that he is still staring at you with his intense blue eyes. you repeat this a few times before cutting off your own sentence with a giggle and covering your face with your hands.

toji chuckles in confusion, looking at the interviewer and then back at you, bewildered. “what-whats so funny?”

you look at toji with your hands still covering your face. “toji, i can’t concentrate when you look at me like that!”

toji tilts his head, swiftly shifting his chair in your direction and leans closer to you, practically nose to nose at this point. “like what?”

“like that!” you laugh, covering your hot face once more as he and the interviewer laugh at your actions.

the interviewer chimes in. “i do have to say, your eyes can be quite intimidating..”

“see?!” you say to toji and then look to the interviewer. “thank you.”

toji huffs and just looks at you. and you look back at him with a small grin on your face.

you speak. “as i was saying…”

you repeat your response to the question and toji exaggeratedly stares at you and you attempt to ignore it (and fail).

꩜ second clip

this was a behind the scenes clip, where your cast member is speaking about his characters relationship with the other main characters but sadly for him, that is not where the viewers’ attention was.

in the background, they see toji sitting on a couch looking at his phone and then you walking into frame. toji looks up from his phone, and if you look very closely, he can be seen smiling at you. you walk over and plop down on the couch right next to him. you both talk to each other for a few moments, faces close together and then you lay your head on his shoulder, closing your eyes and taking what appears to be a nap. toji, moving as slowly as he can, takes a blanket that is already on the couch and drapes of over you. you snuggle closer to him, prompting toji to rest his head on top of yours. he does just that.

꩜ third clip

during an interview with you and the cast members, including toji, in front of a live audience, you somehow found yourselves on the topic of the types of cars you all have. you then remember how toji had told you about a motorcycle he owned, but you forgot which kind.

“i think i wanna ride on toji’s..motorcycle! i think-”

you hear the audience laugh and hear a few wolf whistles and you turn to your fellow actors, who are also laughing, especially gojo. you seem confused, but then you think back to what you said a second ago and feel your face heat up in embarrassment.

“oh, no no nonono-” shaking your head vehemently, “that is not-”

“toji’s motorcycle eh?” gojo teases while raising his eyebrows and wiggling his fingers, which only encourages the mockery and your desire to punch him.

you cover your face with your hand and sigh. “oh my god.”

while everybody in the room makes fun of you, you look to the left to see toji’s reaction and the camera pans to his smug smirking face.

“i mean i’m free friday night so..” he trails off, winks at you and the audience goes crazy and you shove your face in your hands.

“forget i even said anything!”

꩜ fourth clip

you and toji were recording a little vlog like video for the fans, talking about what it was like on set when you get onto the subject of what working with the other cast members is like.

“yeah gojo’s is pain in the ass.” toji states and shakes his head, fondly almost. “never stops running that big mouth ‘a his.”

spits of laughter fall from your mouth at his frankness. “uhh..yeah that’s true, gojo if you see this don’t be offended!”

“yeah we still like you we just..wish you’d shut the fuck up more often.”

“toji!” you gasp and slap his chest, “you’re no spring chicken either you know.”

toji scoffs and looks at you with a raised brow. “yeah, you’re a handful yourself.”

“what? no i’m not!” toji tilts his head and blinks. “everyone says i’m great to work with. you’re such a liar.” you roll your eyes with a laugh.

toji chuckles and moves closer to you on the sofa, and leans towards your face. “no ‘s alright. i have big hands.” he places a kiss on your cheek.

“ew, you’re so corny!” you lean away and wipe away his kiss, trying not to smile and look flustered.

꩜ fifth clip

this was a big day for y/n x toji lovers, when a movie you were both in won an award. now, neither of you were the main characters, but the fans made sure to make you both the most popular ones.

while the director is accepting the award, fans zoomed in on you and toji standing near the back of the group of cast members, where you’re tearing up and trying not to cry. you’re wiping your tears and toji looks at you and does a double take when he realises that you’re crying. he looks down at you and hugs you from the side, which makes you lay your head on his chest and wrap an arm around his waist. toji accepts this invitation and full on hugs you, kissing the top of your head softly and rubbing your back.

꩜ sixth clip

toji posts workout videos on his instagram stories. they’re mostly of him lifting weights and they’re rare, so fans cherish them.

and then theres a short video of you laying on top of toji’s back while he does pushups like it’s nothing. you’re smiling, spreading your arms out like you’re flying. toji suddenly starts going fast as fuck, making you bounce and almost fall off. you gasp and start hitting the back of his head while the person recording starts to laugh (most likely gojo).

you fall off toji’s back and lay on the floor like a starfish. the camera pans to a proud looking toji before you kick his face.

a/n: thank u for reading ^_-

#pls lemme know if you liked i feel like i could’ve done a little better <3 #actress!reader #actor!toji #toji x reader #toji x you #toji x y/n #toji x self insert #toji fluff #toji fushiguro x reader #toji fushiguro x you #toji fushiguro x y/n #toji fushiguro x self insert #toji fushiguro fluff #toji fic #toji fanfic #fushiguro toji x reader #fushiguro toji x you #fushiguro toji fluff #fushiguro toji x y/n

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bonewreath · 1 month

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so, your best friend accidentally sent you a video of her masturbating. what now?

18+ below! smut smut smut!

ellie’s bedroom is heavy with the scent of sex, her fingers still pruned from her own wetness. she’s spent the last few minutes tense and panicked, too paralyzed with anxiety to get up and put some clothes on, and she’s considering what she’ll change her name to and where she’ll move to start a new life when you finally, finally text her back.

it’s okay. give me a second to reply, alright?

the weight on her chest eases a bit at your reassurance, but a new spark of uncertainty flares up at the second part of the message: give me a second to reply. jaw tight, she sends you a question mark, then follows up with you don’t have to respond. it’s probably better if you don’t?? again i’m so fucking sorry.

but as the minutes tick by, slow and lazed, she starts to panic again. her mind conjures every possible response you could send her next: an angry thesis statement on why ellie’s a disgusting pervert, a seething comment about how stupid she must be for sending a video like that so carelessly. would you ever look at her the same way? would things ever be the same?

all it takes is another notification from you to make every imagined worst-case scenario evaporate. ellie clicks the notification as soon as it pops up, chewing on the soft flesh of her inner lip.

it’s a video.

you sent her a video.

she hits the play button without a second thought, heartbeat thudding in her ears.

“i know you’re probably embarrassed,” you say, head tilting as you frown with sympathy. a blush paints ellie’s cheeks bright red. “but i need you to know how wet that made me.”

holding the camera up, you extend your arm outwards to reveal the rest of your body - your naked body, ellie realizes with a shock. she sits up in bed, back ramrod straight, her phone shaking as a nervous tremor strikes through her. but she can’t look away - not when you’re tracing a hand down the soft curves of your body, fingertips grazing over one peaked nipple, then moving lower, lower. ellie swears she’s forgotten how to breathe.

you release a pleased hum. “i liked watching you touch yourself,” you say, so matter-of-fact. “i hope you like watching me.”

and she does, god she does. she settles back down onto the mattress, eyes never leaving the screen as you work two fingers through your soaked folds. you moan and sigh and keen, rolling your hips down against your own hand, the wet sounds of your pussy so intoxicating, ellie can’t believe she’s gone her whole life without seeing you like this.

and it might be wrong, the way her own hand drifts between her legs to find herself still hot and wet, but she doesn’t have it in herself to care. she dips a finger inside of herself as she watches you ride your own hand, grinding down on your palm as your fingers work in and out of your cunt. she finds a rhythm that matches your own; soon enough, you’re both gasping at the pleasure building beneath your waistline. with every roll of your hips, ellie’s cunt tightens, flooding with slickness - as if she could get any wetter.

as you get closer to the edge, your grip on your phone falters and the camera starts to shake. ellie hisses and curses under her breath when your phone captures the blissed-out look on your face: eyes rolled back, brows pulled together, teeth sinking into your lower lip.

“oh - oh my god,” you stutter, panting, “i’m gonna come, ellie.”

ellie. ellie ellie ellie.

“holy fuck.” ellie’s pussy clamps down around her fingers at the sound of her name on your lips; her thumb glides over her clit just right, and she didn’t think she’d come this fast but she does, her vision exploding into blinding white as her orgasm crashes into her. it’s the only time she looks away from the video on her screen - but she certainly hears your orgasm, all high-pitched moans and ragged breaths, your cunt gushing onto your fingers.

when ellie finds the strength to open her eyes again, the video is still playing. you’re catching your breath, chest shimmering with a thin layer of sweat. you look at the camera and smile. ellie thinks she might pass out.

“thanks for the video,” you say, lifting your free hand up to wave.

when you bring your fingers to your mouth and purse your lips around them, sucking them clean of your own come, ellie’s sure she’s going to pass out.

and then, she decides, she’s going to fuck you stupid.

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allittakesisalittlebitoflove · 11 months

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Nightmare Adopted You

You are five years old and just got adopted by Nightmare

He had been watching you for a while

At first he wanted you as a shield

Now he simply adores you

He will do anything for you

All you have to do is ASK

Be warned, the other Sanses might not submit to your cuteness right off the bat

A few may even try to kill you

Be careful out there kiddo

Main blog:

#ask blog #ask papa nightmare #nightmare sans #nightmare #cute #little y/n #cute y/n #young y/n #y/n

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sttoru · 5 months

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satoru hums a tune as he adjusts his sunglasses — putting them on the top of his head. he’s in a happy mood today; nothing or no one could wipe that big grin off his face. the reason?

“. . . gojo, hurry up.” megumi calls out whilst idly standing at the foot of the staircase that connected to the roads outside campus.

you smile as you see your lover gleefully walk down the stairs — jumping from one to the other. satoru’s smile was one you wish would never fade. ever.

“oh!” the white-haired sorcerer suddenly stops in his tracks. his sparkling eyes take in the sight before him and his heart skipped a beat at the realisation:

two of his favourite people were standing next to each other. waiting for him so they could go on their little (family) trip. satoru just had to capture this moment and put it in the album that’s dedicated to the both of you. it’s a must in his eyes.

“megumiiii,” satoru fishes his phone out of his pocket and puts it in landscape mode, tongue peeking out at the corner of his lips to show just how deeply he was concentrating on getting the perfect shot, “step a bit closer—yep! jus’ like that!”

“can we not do this? we’re gonna miss the train and—” megumi starts off with a sigh and a faint embarrassed pout, though was quickly cut off as you pulled him closer to your body — coddling him like he was still the little child satoru and you had met a couple years back.

the blue haired boy sighs once again, however eventually gives in and awkwardly puts up a peace sign. you smile brightly in return and satoru was absolutely cheesing behind his phone.

“awwww, how adorable!” satoru grins once he has taken about twenty different pictures — each one special and a treasure he will forever cherish. after putting the best one as his phone’s new lock screen, he rushes down the stairs and steps in-between megumi and you.

one arm holds your body close to his by the waist, the other arm wraps around megumi’s shoulders. megumi reluctantly allows it since he didn’t want to ruin the light-hearted atmosphere. that fact alone makes satoru even happier;

“let’s go — i can’t wait to finally spend some quality time with two of my favourite people, hehe.”

#sttoru writes.#jjk x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #jjk fluff #gojo x you #jjk x you #jjk x y/n #gojo satoru x you #RAAAAAGHHHHHHH . i hate this old little drabble that has been rotting in my drafts for like 5 months

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thesuntomyshadows · 25 days

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Kaz: What have you got there?

Little Y/N: The class pet. I'm taking care of it this weekend. You said you're fine with it.

Kaz: I do not remember saying that.

Little Y/N: The permission slip I signed for you says you're fine with it.

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littleavengerfics · 2 years

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I just want you - Blackhill x little reader

request summary: little reader has been struggling with their past and become super clingy. But then y/n starts to regress because they feel unwell whilst their mommy Maria is in a meeting or just busy and they have to cope without her. Can you maybe include Natasha too?

Warnings: age regression, sickness, ptsd, trauma, mental health and nightmares and bottles. Also, secret Blackhill relationship because why not.

Recently, it had been a rough few days for you mentally which didn’t go unnoticed by Maria, you wanted to be around Maria constantly and not even the cuddles and love could stop the nightmares and negative thoughts from plaguing your mind.

Maria didn’t mind the lack of sleep or the constant pulling on her shirt as you begged to be picked up, not wanting to be more than an inch away from her at all times. What she did mind however, was the fact that she would eventually have to go into work. She informed Fury that you weren’t doing good, and he allowed her to work from home, but it was in their agreement that she had to attend the important meetings. She hoped it would be a while before she was called in but on day five of your screaming and crying, she got the call she had been dreading.

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“Mommy!” She could hear your cries for her from the kitchen. “Y/n sweetie mommy’s coming I’m just making your bottle, can you settle down for mommy.” Usually talking over the intercom to you soothed you down fast but this only made you more desperate.

“MOMMY!” Maria couldn’t bear your pained cries any longer so she ran to you. “Mommy” you reached out for her. “Mommy help.” Tears were streaming down your face and you were struggling to breathe.“Shh mommy’s here sweetheart.” Maria scooped you up into her arms. “Mommy.” You whimpered into her neck. It hurt her to hear you beg for her as she knew there wasn’t a lot she could do to stop your nightmares at the best of times, never mind when they were this aggressive.

“I know it’s scary baby but it’s not real, you’re safe with mommy.” Maria couldn’t do much except sway slightly as she held you tight. One hand rested on your head as she ran her fingers through your hair whilst the other rubbed your back as you clung to her. Each pat or circle on your back drew out more coughs and hiccups as you struggled to breathe.

By the time she had managed to calm you down you were falling asleep on her shoulder. All you had done the past few days was watch movies with Maria and sleep. Once you were asleep Maria would pull out her laptop and get some work done, you would soon wake up and she would put on a movie and cuddle with you then the cycle would repeat.

“Baby wake up.” Maria said softly sitting both of you down on the couch. You hummed, pulling your head out of her neck. “Hi mommy.” You smiled. It took Maria by surprise to see you in a happier mood but she was more than grateful.

“Hi baby, look what mommy got for you.” Maria cooed while holding the bottle in front of you. She couldn’t help but chuckle when you giggled and reached for it. “Here you go baby.” Maria smiled bringing the bottle to your lips. After a few minutes you had started to fall asleep again, this time Maria allowed it.

Maria continued to hold you until she heard her phone ringing from her pocket. She answered the call and it went as expected, once she got off the phone she decided to call someone else to help with you.

“Hey, Natasha?” Maria asked nervously, hoping she wasn’t busy, there weren't many other people you trusted being little around.

“Hey Maria, are you two okay?” Nat seemed tense; Maria figured she probably heard Maria’s anxiety. “Yeah, I just got called in for a meeting in an hour and I don’t have anyone to look after y/n.” Maria heard shuffling over the phone before slight jingling of keys. “I’ll be there in ten minutes.” Maria sighed with relief. “You’re a lifesaver.” She heard a chuckle down the phone before hearing Natasha’s reply. “I know.”

Nine minutes later Maria heard a knock on the door. “It’s open.” Maria shouted, making you stir. “I'm sorry love, go back to sleep.” Natasha came and sat next to you both, waking you up. "Auntie Natty" You mumbled sleepily. "Hey dorogoy, do you want to come sit with Auntie Nat for a bit?" She took you off Maria and lifted you onto her lap.

"Baby mommy has to go into work for a little bit, so I need you to be good for auntie Nat okay?" In your sleepy state you quickly agreed, wanting the woman to stop talking as a pounding in your head had started attacking you.

"That was easier than I expected." Maria chuckled as you drifted off in the Russian's arms. "I told you we will be fine, just go." Nat chuckled.Maria kissed the redhead's cheek, turning it slightly pink as the woman blushed, before turning around and leaving.

"Hey detka, it's lunchtime, can you wake up for me?" Nat asked, rubbing your back gently, your eyes flickered open and you looked up at the woman slightly confused as to where your mommy was.

"What is it dorogoy?" Natasha asked, taking notice of your confusion. "Mommy." You whined, your throat burning as you spoke. "Oh your Mommy went into work remember? She had a meeting to go to." You felt the tears building up in your eyes as the pain and sickness hit you along with the sadness of missing your mommy. You just wanted her to hold you and make you feel better.

"I know, I'm sorry. Why don't we get you some food then you can go back to sleep and I bet your Mommy will be back by the time you wake up again?" Nat carried you into the kitchen. "Are you really hungry or just a little hungry?" You shook your head, you weren't hungry at all, the pain and churning in your stomach was enough to put you off food altogether.

"Well you need to eat something at least, how about some fruit?" You shook your head again. "Why not?" You pointed to your throat, noticing Nat frown. "Does it hurt?" She asked, closing the fridge door. You gave a small nod and she let out a sigh. "What about some soup or some noodles? That won't hurt as much." You gave a small nod knowing how strict Maria was when it came to eating at least some of your food.

"Okay, then maybe we can go see your mommy once her meeting is over." Nat smiled, placing a kiss on your temple. "Mommy." You whispered, struggling to swallow. "Yeah, we can go see mommy soon. Do you want a baba? I can put some honey in it to help your throat."

You gave a small nod, she placed you on the counter and got out the supplies. “Okay I’m going to heat some soup, will you eat some of mine? Then we can go wait at mommy’s office and have a baba in the car.” You gave a small nod letting out a cough. “Poor baby.” Natasha frowned, placing a kiss on your forehead. You sat on the counter whilst she heated her food, she poured a small amount into a bowl for you, the rest she put aside for herself. “Here, can you do at least four spoonfuls for me, you need something in your tummy.”

After 6 spoonfuls Natasha could tell you had enough, the burning in your throat was becoming unbearable. “It’s okay, you did so good. Do you want to go see your mommy, she should be done soon, we can pick her up.” you gave an excited nod. “Alright! Let’s get going.” She grabbed her flask of soup before getting you ready to leave.

“Are you and teddy nice and secure?” She asked playfully, pulling on your seatbelt. “Looks like we are good.” The spy smiled at you, squeezing your hand for a minute. “Hey, you take good care of them for me.” She said pointing at the stuffed animal under your arm. You gave her a sleepy smile, watching as she closed the door and got in the driver's seat.

She gave you your bottle towards the end of the journey when you got stuck in traffic, Nat hoped Maria was still at work and you didn't miss her. She felt guilty about bringing you out when you were sick but she knew how much you needed her, she'd hate for you to have gotten your hopes up for no reason.

When she parked she noticed Maria's car where it always was and she breathed a sigh of relief. “Are you ready to go see Mommy?” You seemed to wake up at that question looking around hopefully. “Hang on, hang on.”Nat chuckled as you tried to get out of the car. She unbuckled you and held you in her arms.

“Romanoff? What are you doing here?” Nat sighed, rubbing your back. “We came to see Maria.” She answered fury and looked at you, his face dropping into a panic. “Is that agent y/n?” At this point you had started crying, the loud environment hurting your head. “Come with me.” Natasha carried you to a small room. “I will go get agent hill, you can get them settled in here.” Nat bounced you gently, trying to soothe you.

You could hear the conversation between Fury and Maria from inside. “Sir with all due respect, I need to get home to y/n.” You perked up at Maria's voice, Natasha let out a small chuckle at your sudden change of behaviour. “You have a responsibilities Agent Hill, and right now you are neglecting them.”

“I understand, but sir-”

“No, you did not tell me that Y/n was this sick. You have a responsibility to y/n and I have to say leaving them with Romanoff was a bad idea.” Natasha furrowed her brow, slightly insulted. “Why? Did something happen? They’re sick?” Hearing your Mommy panic made your anxiety rise. It had been a rollercoaster of a day and you couldn’t bear it anymore, you just wanted her to hold you.

“That’s not important you can yell at your girlfriend later right now.” Natasha snapped at his words, how did he know. “Look, let's talk about this inside.”

“Nick, I really need to get home. Apparently I need to kill Romanoff.” The russian let out a chuckle. “Well I’d say she’s doing just fine.” Fury gestured to the desk where Nat sat with you in her arms. Maria stepped inside and you both burst with excitement when you saw each other. “Hey baby.” Maria took you off Natasha.

“Mommy I no feel good.” You whined into her neck, Maria's heart broke. “It’s okay baby, mommy’s here now.” Maria frowned at natasha. “I didn’t do anything, I tried to make them feel better but they only wanted you so I figured I could bring them here.”

“Alright, let’s get you home.” Maria said, kissing your head. Maria took you home in her car whilst Nat followed in hers. “Hey little one.” Natasha opened the car door and lifted you out. “Oh, now you want Natasha hm?” Maria chuckled watching you snuggle against her. “What can I say, I'm awesome.” Nat smirked. “Mommy.” You reached your hand out for her, she took it rubbing her thumb over the back of your hand.

The pair took you inside where they set you up on the couch with blankets and your favourite movie. “Go to sleep baby.” Maria whispered, kissing your head. “Here baby.” Nat handed you a bottle before giving you another forehead kiss. “Night little one, we love you.”

“Thank you for the help today, you’re so good with them. You’re a lifesaver.” The brunette smiled, kissing the Russian's cheek.

#little reader #littleavengerfics #sfw agere #natasha romanoff #maria hill #blackhill x reader #maria hill x reader #maria hill x natasha romanoff #mommy maria hill #little y/n

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bigassmoonchild · 8 months

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Simons Rut

Simon bullied his cock back into you, knot starting to inflate. He groaned, having stuffed you full of three other loads, grunts and groans becoming all you could hear.

His head fell on your shoulder, chest pressing into your back and whines coming from your mouth with the overstimulation. He nipped at your neck, sucking your scent into his throat to coat his tongue. A moan ripped from his neck, eyes rolling back into his head.

You could feel his cock sliding against your g-spot, sending spasms of pleasure through your gut. Biting your gland and remarking you, his knot started catching on you as he slid in and out.

Whines were coming from his throat, his mind lost in the thoughts of breed, mate, fuck a pup into Omega, and you couldn't move from under him, mouth open and drool slipping down your chin.

Your cunt spasmed around him, his knot finally catching you and he pumped his hips shortly. Hips pressing back into him and grinding on him, your own eyes rolling back with the pleasure as you kept spasming around Simons cock.

"Good little Omega, milking me, going to fuck pups into you, need you to be full of me," he growled into your ear, his mouth dropping open as his orgasm finally spread through him, dropping to his elbows and further caging you onto the bed.

Simon stayed like that for a moment, his nose rubbing along your neck as he filled his head with your scent, almost growing drunk on it. When he finally came to, he pushed his weight off of you and slowly moved the two of you over, letting you sit on his lap.

He ran his hands down your sides, your head falling on his shoulder and nudging at his own scent gland, licking at it to fill his scent in your own mouth.

Massaging at your thighs, you felt yourself relaxing around him, eyes falling shut from the exhaustion of cumming so many times around him.

Some time later, Simon was pulling you off of him and allowing you to come back to the present while carrying you into the bathroom, starting the tub after setting you on the counter.

You'd tugged Simon in the tub with you as he'd tried to set you in there and leave. Him joining you caused some water to splash around the sides, but you got to work washing his hair as he held you in his lap.

During his ruts, he was rougher than normal but became the sweetest Alpha, happy when his Omega was more than satisfied before his next wave came through him and had him bending you over the sink to watch yourself get fucked.

#simon riley x reader #ghost x reader #smut #alpha/beta/omega dynamics #no use of y/n #simon riley #call of duty #task force 141 #drabble #rut #cod mw2 #call of duty x reader #ghost mw2 #modern warfare ii #To hold y'all over until the next parts of Maple Syrup you can have this little drabble of Simon in rut #I can expand further if y'all want

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conspicuous-clown-car · 1 month

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my favorite scene from love death and rollerskates

please PLEASE go read Love, Death and Rollerskates by @spadilleliciousit on ao3 its AMAZING AAAUHGHG

#listening to the songs as they were mentioned while reading LDR was such a lovely experience #esp this part omfg #had me cackling at 2 am #i hope its okay that i made my own little self insert version of y/n #love death and rollerskates #fnaf moon #fnaf dca #fnaf daycare attendant #kirbsart

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twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat · 4 months

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come rest your bones next to me ; satoru gojo, suguru geto

synopsis; satoru shares the first snowfall of the year with the two people he loves most.

word count; 4.6k

contents; satoru gojo/reader/suguru geto (poly relationship!!), gn!reader, you're all whipped, reader referred to as spouse, fluff fluff fluff!!, sickeningly domestic, just comfy vibes all around, mostly from satoru’s pov, suguru has a favorite (its you) (but also not really he just likes bullying toru <3), satoru gojo may or may not have unresolved mommy issues

a/n; happy satosugu holidays to those who celebrate <33 geto died today isnt that crazy. dont u think its fucked up how love figuratively and literally killed him. anyway! help urself to two very whipped husbands <33

”holy shit!”

the raspy tilt of satoru’s voice echoes throughout the bedroom, stirring you from your comfortable slumber. a soft groan spills from suguru’s lips, deep and husky, as he pulls you closer into his embrace — smoothing a warm palm down the back of your head. trying to soothe you back to sleep, muttering under his breath.

”satoru, it’s too early for this...”

”it’s snowing!” said man continues, unperturbed. unmistakably giddy. he’s standing by the window, hands pressed flush against the cold glass; entirely entranced by the sight in front of his cerulean eyes.

your eyelids begin to flutter. a tiny tug of your subconscious, a pang of something excited flowing through your veins, an alert to your sleepy brain.

(snowing.)

with groggy movements, you wriggle out of suguru’s grasp — a displeased grumble leaves his throat, almost a whine — allowing you to scramble out of bed. ”really?” you chirp, rubbing the sleep from beneath your eyes. a raspy, meek little voice spilling into the air.

satoru grins, watching you move closer, watching as a tiny gasp pushes past your lips. watching as your droopy eyes widen — brightening, glittering, starlight and snowflakes painted on the interior of your iris. a breathtaking sight, he thinks.

maybe even more breathtaking than the winter wonderland reflected in it; beyond the pure opaque frosting of the window’s glass, out into your backyard, buried beneath a thick layer of snow. soft and fluffy, covering the city, suguru’s long-frozen tulip garden, the bare branches of your apricot tree. every roof in sight. all of it dyed a pure white, glittering in the light of a morning sun yet to fully rise, tiny snowflakes descending down to earth.

it’s beautiful.

satoru loves winter. he always has, he thinks. it comes to him as a memory — blurred at the edges, gleaming even still, the first time he saw those snowflakes up close. someone held him in their arms, he recalls. a warmth long faded.

all he can properly remember is that sight. one that knocked the breath from out his tiny lungs, all glitter and something almost other-worldly, something frightening in its majesty. like it broke through a rift in the stratosphere.

the first snow of the year.

and he’s loved it ever since; the soft crunch of snow beneath his feet, an air heavy with the scent of cinnamon and candied apples, bouts of laughter to be heard from faraway apartments. red and green glimmers of artificial light, sweet frosting on the christmas cake he would always gobble up alone in his room. the cold wind, nipping at his bare fingers — a reminder of his capacity for ache.

there are lots of things to love. lots of memories to cherish. and every single year, he gets the chance to make more.

like this; the light in your eyes, the smile on your face, the excitement in how hurriedly you turn to meet his giddy gaze. a nostalgic kind of joy simmering in the space between you.

and before either of you know it, satoru’s pulling you towards the hallway, intent on dragging you outside to see it all up close. almost tripping over his agumon plush, lying unassumingly on the floor, kicked off the bed once again.

(probably by satoru himself, though he’ll always insist it was suguru’s doing. overcome by his jealousy, unable to stand the sight of his cute husband cuddling up to a plushie instead of him. satoru understands, he does — he feels the same when he sees you hug that 3’0 cat plushie of yours.

and, sure, maybe once or twice he’s been lucid enough to register the subconscious kick of his leg and agumon’s subsequent fall to the floor — but he’ll still blame suguru in the morning. if only to see the way said man rolls his eyes, clicks his tongue, maybe flicks his forehead if he’s lucky.)

high on the spirit of christmas, spurred on by childlike elation and sleep-deprivation, you stumble towards the door. satoru pulls one of his jackets over your shoulders, delighting in the way your hands don’t fully reach through the sleeves. wrapping you up in a cozy scarf when suguru shouts at you both to dress warmly, barely awake and already tired of your antics.

and the moment you step through the door, satoru is engulfed by it. that mystical, mystical feeling.

a little lonely, a little too satisfying to pass up. a cold breeze that nips at his fingertips, snowflakes that brush against his cheeks and stick to his white lashes. a warm hand in his, as you cling to his side, shuddering — but smiling, as you look up at the sky, putting a hand out just to feel the snowflakes melt against the skin of your palm.

he feels you let go of him, but doesn’t mention it. a little too mesmerized to tug you back. dipping his toes into the bittersweet nostalgia of it all, staring at the flurry of white all around you, the skeletal branches of your apricot tree. suguru’s poor tulips. humming a jolly tune, subconsciously. a little delighted.

— until something cold and wet hits the exposed skin of his neck.

satoru twitches, a chilling shudder trickling down his spine. the snowball just thrown at him begins to melt, droplets sticking to his nape, and he turns to you with a raise of his brow. a devilish grin on his lips, when he hears your muffled laughter, sees the crinkle of your eyes.

(you’re cute, he thinks. but you need to be humbled.)

”oh, so that’s how you wanna play?” he drawls, eyes gleaming with amusement. taking a step forward, reaching down to gather some snow in his palm. a wide grin on his glossy lips. ”fine by me.”

he's fast, but you act quickly, running towards the apricot tree with laughter in your throat. feeling the pitter patter of your heartbeat resound in your ears, as the snowball misses its mark by just a hair — and you waste no time in making your own.

it’s a hard-fought duel. snowfall blocking your vision, nerves beginning to numb, red cheeks and runny noses as you chase each other with giddy breaths. unfortunately for you, satoru’s arms are unfairly long, fingers unfairly nimble, and his stamina never even seems to falter.

so before long, your energy begins to dwindle. chest heaving, hands too cold to form a proper snowball, while your husband seems like he hasn’t even broken a sweat. they just keep on coming, snowball after snowball colliding with the fabric of your jacket, and when one of them hits your collarbone you squeal — falling backwards, right into a fresh pile of snow.

satoru moves forward, a triumphant smirk on his handsome face. you’re out of breath, and your hands are red, and he’s fairly certain you’re gonna catch a cold. suguru’s going to scold him, but right now all he can think of is you. the frown you’re wearing, the little huff that slips from your lips.

”ready to admit defeat, sweetheart?” he practically purrs, standing above you with his hands on his hips. smug. and you grin right back.

”never.”

a hum. something glimmers in his eyes, a devious little glint, and you come to regret your decision when satoru gathers a heap of snow with his overgrown arms; only to drop it all on top of you. too tired to fight back, all you can do is shield your face, silently accepting your fate.

a shiver wracks through your body, and satoru almost feels bad. just a tiny bit. but then you finally relent, murmuring bitterly under your breath. ”fine, fine…” a soft pout forms on your lips. ”you win.”

and satoru smiles. crouching down to meet you at eye level, on his knees in front of you. there’s a teasing mirth in his eyes, when he reaches out to cup the fat of your cheek. ”that’s all i wanted to hear, sweet pea,” he drawls, trying not to giggle when you exaggeratedly roll your eyes.

his voice curls down an octave when he continues, leaning forward to brush his nose against yours. hot breath against your chilled skin. ”now, for my prize…”

his lips meet yours, sweet and chaste — a little cheeky. you scoff into the kiss, but satoru’s smile only grows. honeyed, a little bit adoring. his tongue flits out to lick at your cold bottom lip.

he lingers, for a bit. like he’s trying to savour the way you taste, faded strawberry chapstick sticking to his lips, smudged against your own. and you sigh, softly, melting a little, comforted by the fleeting warmth that blossoms on your face.

when he's finally satisfied, having dragged his prize out to its completion, satoru helps you up. brushing snowflakes off your jacket, cradling your ice-cold hands in his. they’re not faring much better, but a worried tug of his heartstrings compels him to warm you up. bringing them to his lips, hot breath fanning over your skin, tender little kisses against the knots of your knuckles.

you can’t help but blush, and a raspy chuckle flows from out his lips.

hazy morning sunshine licks at the branches of the apricot tree behind you, illuminating the contours of your face, the shine of his eyes. a blue smudge on a canvas painted white and gray. the air smells of pine cones and something smokey, crisp. it courses through his burning lungs when he inhales, exhales, a breath of vapour that scatters up into the sky.

satoru loves winter. always has. but now, he’s certain he loves it even more.

because now, he has two people to share it with. two people to drag out into the snow, two people whose hands he can tenderly warm up, two people who’ll laugh and sigh at his antics and still indulge him. two people to pelt with snowballs.

what more could a man want?

”hey, idiots!”

the voice that echoes throughout the air is exasperated, a little teasing. yet fond. suguru’s got his hair tied into a messy half done bun, black turtleneck sweater enunciating his broad chest and the curve of his waist. there’s a fatigue in his eyes, the creases of his face, but a lazy smile is playing at his lips.

”i’m making breakfast,” he shouts, voice deep and smokey and soft even still. ”come in and warm up before you catch a cold.”

”is that any way to speak to your husband and spouse?” satoru chimes back, a melodic lilt to his sugarsweet voice. something satisfied. pleased.

suguru shoots him an unimpressed look, but his eyes soften. melting a little, at the words that spill from satoru’s lips, as if they were always meant to be there.

(husband. spouse. suguru wills himself not to smile.)

with matching grins on your faces, the two of you stumble back towards the door. snow crunching beneath your feet, a happy noise pushing past your lips when you collide with the warmth of your husband’s chest.

”look, suguru. isn’t it pretty?” you chirp, smiling brightly. an expression he mirrors — brushing some snow from the top of your head, warm palms caressing your cold skin, setting a mental reminder to scold satoru later. sparing a brief glance at the snowy veil over reality.

then he exhales. a fond hum. ”it is.”

satoru joins you both by the door, stretching out his lanky limbs. tousled hair, wet strands sticking to his skin, reddened cheeks and a signature pout. ”suguru, my hands are cold,” he whines. ”warm ’em up for me?”

a click of his tongue. ”should’ve put some gloves on, satoru.”

a hum buzzes in your throat, and you put your hands out. itchy, a little dry. a sad frown tugs at your lips when you speak. ”my hands are also cold.”

and, like clockwork, suguru’s eyes soften. a coo tiptoeing on his tongue, engulfing your hands in his larger ones. ”aw, c’mere, my love…” his breath fans over your frozen fingertips. ”let’s get you warmed up, hm?”

satoru gasps, a hand on his chest, and you stifle a giggle. he’s acting, you both know, being a little drama queen. he knows you’re just exaggerating suguru’s double standard as a bit, that your husband would probably set himself on fire to warm either of you up.

despite that, his voice comes out thoroughly offended. ”oh, i see how it is,” he huffs, walking past the both of you. pouting deeply. ”you hate me. you hate me, and you want me to die. i understand.”

”satoru,” you coo. he hmphs, but stills, waiting for you to wrap your arms around him. and you do — a little too eager to appease your giant baby of a husband.

”we’re just joking around,” you assure him, holding back a humorous chuckle. squeezing his waist with palpable fondness. ”love you sooo much. you know that.”

satoru stays silent. but he cranes his neck, to meet suguru’s gaze, standing just behind him. narrowing his cobalt eyes — a meaningful look.

suguru sighs.

”yes, yes. we love you oh so much.” he takes a step forward, ruffling the white head of hair by the door. a lazy smile on his lips. ”now behave and go change out of your pyjamas. they’re soaked.”

his voice is teasing. exasperated, more than a little condescending. but it’s suguru, so satoru accepts it — following you both into the warmth of your home. the scent of cinnamon and vanilla hangs heavy in the air, a hint of espresso and firewood, lulling him into a sweet state of tranquility. rich with comfort, safety.

he changes out of his wet clothes, pulling a black hoodie over his head before waltzing into the kitchen. and you do the same, emerging from your bedroom in one of suguru’s cozy sweaters, knitted and smelling of bergamot.

when suguru notices, his gaze shifts into something fond. palpable. a look satoru always finds in the scope of those warm eyes, amber and cedar bleeding into something sweet, only ever directed at the two of you. a look said man assumes goes unnoticed. he’s not as slick as he thinks.

the kitchen simmers with hazy sunlight and gentle movements, something sleepy and kind. satoru is a little bit enamored with it; from bowls of cat food by the corner, to camellias by the windowsill, cookie jars and dried lemon slices, the fading scent of baked goods and wishlists stuck to the fridge.

(yours and satoru’s are filled with scribbles, new ideas popping up daily, while suguru’s is almost entirely blank; mostly necessities, one or two things he’d like for himself.

and then, of course, the same thing he writes at the top of his wishlist every year; some peace and quiet.)

suguru shuffles around the kitchen, long strands of black hair cascading down his back, swaying with his movements. he sends you both an affectionate glance when you step in, already in the process of making satoru his cup of hot chocolate — topped with marshmallows and whipped cream, colorful sprinkles in the shape of tiny stars, a touch of cinnamon. satoru licks his lips.

when it's finished, the cup is promptly handed to him, paired with a tender kiss to his forehead. and suguru starts the meticulous brewing of your coffee, steady hands, finely chosen coffee beans, the low purring of the espresso machine. soothing.

that’s when you attach yourself to his back. wrapping your arms around his waist, a sleepy yawn muffled into the fabric of his turtleneck. he places a big palm on your hand, thumb smoothing over your knuckle, and you nuzzle into him silently. suguru smiles.

”still sleepy, baby?” he questions, a coo on the tip of his tongue. his voice is soft, palpably so, buzzing with warmth and safety and something that makes you want to stay cuddled up to him forever.

satoru senses an opportunity to insert himself into the conversation, and forces out a yawn of his own. stretching his limbs like a big cat, blinking drowsily, eyelashes fluttering. hoping it’ll come off as endearing. ”mhm.”

but suguru shoots him an unimpressed look. ”not you,” he tuts, patting your arm, ”this baby. i wasn’t asking you.”

a pout. ”why are you so mean to me?” he whines, shooting you a doe-eyed look. bottom lip jutting out slightly, a feigned glassiness to his eyes. ”sweetie, tell your husband to stop being so mean to me.”

you smile. indulgent, as always. ”don't be so mean to him, suguru. you know he’s sensitive.”

a sigh. deep, tinged with exhaustion. satoru shares an amused look with you — stifling a shared chuckle at suguru’s exasperation.

and suddenly, he feels something warm flutter in his ribcage. a sunkissed butterfly, wings brushing against his ribs, coaxing his lips into curling up. unmistakable fondness, almost too much to bear. the need to reach out and touch you creeps up on him, a hunger he can’t deny, but he holds back; you look comfy like that, curled up against suguru’s spine. so he only inches closer, without a word.

his husband casts him a glance, but satoru stays silent. lips pursed, waiting for something. patient.

and suguru relents. he reaches a hand out, to tuck a stray strand of white hair behind his ear — an excuse to touch him. a silent apology.

(i'm sorry, you big baby.)

satoru grins.

you shift from foot to foot, leaning over to see what suguru is doing, pressing buttons and taking two ceramic cups out from a wall cabinet. your eyes zero in on a particular shelf, narrowing in suspicion, before flitting over to meet your husband’s gaze.

”satoru, did you use up all my peppermint sweeteners again?”

he stiffens. just a tad, before swallowing a gulp — followed by a silly chuckle, sheepish and performative, eager to wiggle his way out of your cold gaze. ”… which sweeteners do you mean, honey?”

”don’t pull the ’honey’ card.”

”and don’t play dumb, either.”

a pout crosses his lips. betrayed. ”suguru, who’s side are you even on?”

said man gives him a look. that one look, characteristically suguru, the same one he always sends satoru’s way. one so thoroughly unimpressed it makes him feel like the world’s biggest clown.

and satoru plays along. your dutiful, beloved clown, his posture wilting like a sad flower. suguru exhales through his nose.

”don’t steal their sweeteners.” he smooths a thumb over your knuckle, absentminded, meeting the cold metal of the ring on your finger. smiling a little at the sensation. ”buy your own.”

satoru huffs, drawn out and childish. crossing his arms, leaning against the kitchen counter. ”ah, i see how it is. leaving your sweet husband to buy his own sweeteners?” he clicks his tongue. ”chivalry is dead.”

you bite back a little chuckle — satoru recognizes the cute noise you make when you do — and suguru rolls his eyes. fondly, always. ”remind me next time i go to the store and i’ll consider it.”

”hmph.”

suguru is smiling. it’s small, but genuine, worth a thousand words. and you are, too, the vague crinkle of your eyes giving you away. even as you bury your face in the curve of suguru’s back.

and ah, satoru thinks. there it is again.

that sickeningly sweet sense of deja vu; the sensation of a certain something flourishing deep inside his chest. warming him up, trickling through his frost-bitten veins. that one little itch he never manages to satisfy, that never goes away, something that took root inside his heart years ago — watered by the sweet looks on your faces.

this everyday slice of heaven, right in front of him, that he’s been greedily partaking in ever since he moved in with you. since he married you.

(married.)

sometimes he still can’t believe it.

”it’ll be done in a minute,” suguru hums, and satoru blinks. broken out of his syrupy stupor. ”you two go wait by the kotatsu, okay? must be cold, poor babies.”

and, as always, his voice is a little teasing. a tiny bit condescending, if you really strain your ears, in typical suguru fashion. but it’s laced with a touch of sweetness; one that would be too much for either of you to stomach, if it were to drip out of his lips with nothing to water it down. so satoru accepts it. welcomes it, even.

and you follow his suggestion. making your way towards the living room, satoru trailing behind you, continuously enamored by every little thing he sees. every little piece of the home you’ve built for yourselves.

your living room is cozy. several potted plants seated here and there, a thick quilt to cover the kotatsu, a bowl of satsumas on top of it. a sleepy cat on your couch, golden sunshine ruffling her fur. a santa hat lies beside her, and satoru snags it without much thought. pulling it over his head.

his gaze shifts to the christmas tree over in the corner, eyes filling with a childlike kind of wonder. it’s decorated to completion, weighed down by colourful ornaments and lights, a star at the very top. suguru cut it himself, bringing the biggest and prettiest one he could find back home.

(satoru had gone with him. partially to help carry it back, mostly to get a glimpse of suguru's biceps flexing with the swing of the axe. he’s a simple man.)

and beneath it, presents are already beginning to pile up. carefully wrapped, in bows and silken paper, growing more each day. shattering suguru’s hopes of maybe having a more lowkey christmas this year — but satoru couldn’t be more relieved. this is the only time of year you let him get away with pampering you both to his heart’s content.

a smile blooms on his lips. he plops down on the floor, crossing his legs, right as suguru walks in with a coffee pot in hand. their gazes overlapping.

and something mischievous begins to brew within the blue of his eyes, something that makes suguru narrow his own. satoru pats his thigh, twice, a coo on the tip of his tongue. santa hat sitting pointedly on top of his head, fluffing up his hair.

”c’mere, suguru! sit on santa’s lap.”

”— you’re disgusting.”

the words are playful, but a pout still slips into the curve of satoru’s lips, and he huffs out a displeased little breath. his husband pretends not to hear it, so satoru turns to you — sitting so prettily to his right, already anticipating his next move. puppy dog eyes on full display, he gives you a soft tilt of his head, snowy tufts of hair falling over his eyes.

and you sigh, in what he knows is resignation. his faux pout turning into a satisfied grin.

you curl up in satoru’s lap without much of a fuss, letting him circle his arms around you. an indulgent smile rests on your lips, but he knows you love this; his broad chest against your back, the heat of the kotatsu warming your feet. breathing in the fading scent of your shampoo, he leaves a peck on the sensitive spot right behind your ear, and you try not to shudder.

then satoru smiles. squeezing you, lightly, sweetly, eyes rich with honeyed affection. voice dripping with playful endearment. ”there we go,” he coos. ”what does my angel want for christmas, hm?”

”i want you to stop stealing my peppermint sweeteners,” comes your answer. instantaneous.

silence fills the room. a moment passes. outside your frosted windows, a bird takes flight from the branches of your apricot tree. and satoru clicks his tongue.

”… santa can only do so much, baby.”

two deep scoffs fill the air, heavy and bemused. one from you, one from suguru. satoru only giggles.

”just kidding!” he chirps, planting a kiss on the top of your head. ”don’t you worry. santa’ll give you all the peppermint sweeteners you could ever want.”

you raise a brow, exhaling amusedly. craning your head to meet his gaze. ”and he won’t end up using them all himself?”

”of course not! blasphemy.”

a moment passes.

”… maybe one or two. as a treat.”

a string of protests slips from your lips, and satoru tries not to burst into a fit of giggles. suguru just watches, silently, smiling lightly as he pours hot coffee into two ceramic cups. steam wafting up to the ceiling, a cat jumping down from the couch to curl up in his lap. he places one in front of you, not taking a single sip of his own until he hears you hum blissfully at the taste — pink lips against white ceramic. a bitter taste on his tongue, sweetened by your approval.

then he starts peeling three satsumas, absentmindedly, and satoru swallows down the love-ridden honey choking up the back of his throat. pretending the domesticity of such a simple action doesn’t melt his heart down to the marrow.

he turns his attention towards the window. frost sticking to the glass like spider-woven webs, soon to be melted by the glow of the mellow winter sunrays. flitting in through the curtains, cascading over the room, splattering across the floorboards. framing the hue of your hair, the smile on suguru’s lips.

and a memory comes to him. sudden, hazy, faded at the edges. ghosting his subconscious.

he remembers the frost, the biting wind, the frightening majesty of the snow that fell that day. breaking into his world through a rift in the stratosphere. he remembers the contrasting warmth of the person who held him, who cradled him close; the soft lull of a woman’s voice.

for a moment, satoru thinks he can almost, almost see it before him. hear those gentle words, see her tired smile. why was she always so tired?

(look, satoru. isn’t it pretty?)

— he can’t recall how it sounded. if it was melodic and soft, or raspy and broken, happy or sad. but he does recall that it made him feel safe. safe enough to find comfort in a sight so other-worldly, so very foreign.

it should’ve been frightening, but it wasn’t. the first snowfall satoru ever saw knocked the breath from out his lungs, stole his heart with cold hands, left him with a suffocating nostalgia. but the memory is precious.

and now, he feels that sense of other-worldliness in this; a kotatsu for three, a warm house, peeled satsumas and promises of a christmas cake soon to be baked. one lovely spouse in his lap, the other gazing at him with that fond look he always assumes goes unnoticed. a cocoon of safety — a ghost he doesn’t need to chase anymore.

warmth. enough warmth to make up for the snow and frost outside your home, all the experiences he missed out on as a child. warmth, warmth, warmth. funny, how that happens to be satoru’s favorite thing about winter.

he looks at the two of you, hoping you won’t pay any mind to his silence. for once, he hopes you’ll stay wrapped up in your awful, awful coffee, so bitter that just looking at it makes his throat feel dry. just so he can get away with admiring you for a little longer. from the contours of suguru’s face, to the skin of your collarbone, to the rings on your fingers. ones he put there himself.

and ah, satoru thinks, there it is again. again and again, as always, forever. that warm, warm feeling flourishing in the depths of his chest.

he hopes it never goes away.

#genuinely fucked up that suguru geto isnt in my kitchen rn </3 #i just think sugu is such a caretaker. makes u breakfast and peels ur satsumas w/o u even asking. bc it makes him happy :’3 hes so Mother #i think he lowkey gets just a little bit uncomfortable when u or gojo try to do the same for him… he likes doting on u #but obv he deserves to be pampered too!! just gotta ease him into it #and i think gojo has a hole in his heart where love should be. bc he wasnt given enough as a child #im not sure what to think when it comes to his parents (since we know literally nothing abt them) but...#the idea of him finding some comfort in the memory of his mom…. maybe not realizing that he misses her…..… i think its very sad. and good.#listened to ricky montgomery while writing this i think it mightve healed me #geto suguru x you #geto suguru x reader #geto suguru x y/n #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru x you #gojo satoru x y/n #gojo x reader #geto x reader #geto x reader x gojo #gojo fluff #geto fluff #satosugu x reader #satosugu x you #satosugu x y/n #jjk fluff #jjk x reader #……… thats… a lot of tags.

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