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arachine · 8 months

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*slides a big fat twenty your way* uh how about a part two of that non traditional family dynamics with gojo

dinner and a disaster . . .

synopsis :: when your oldest daughter is at that age where boys are starting to become the focal point of her universe, you bring out the big guns — which in this case, unfortunately happens to be her father (who is not exactly the best when it comes to disciplining his little girls).

or, in other words, you and gojo play good cop bad cop.

genre :: fluff

contents :: co-parent!gojo, mentions of alcohol, heavy dialogue, time skip (the girls are 14 and 12 respectively), gojo is in distress !!!!

note :: link to part 1 + link to part 3

it's 10 pm when you text gojo about the latest happenings going on in your household.

it's also 10:01 pm when you answer his incoming face time call.

he's wrapped up in a fuzzy blanket, laying down on his bed with a pillow under his chin and a hand propped up to support his head—he's comfortable, to say the least, and 100% tuned in to hear about whatever it is that you just texted him.

"is this what you've been doing all day?" you query with a laugh. there's a brief look of confusion etched onto his face before he picks up on what you were implying. rolling his eyes, he scoffs.

"it was my day off," he pouts, "can't a man relax in his fuzzy blanket?"

you squint teasingly at the screen, then nod slowly before mouthing an 'uh-huh'.

"i didn't call you to get berated about my choice of blanket!"

"okay, okay! i'm sorry," you grab a napkin from your nightstand, waving it like a white flag of surrender. "such a baby..."

"says the one who could never take...you know what, i won't finish that."

"smart man," you smile. "i want to be mad at you sometimes but it's almost kinda impressive how easily you can change the atmosphere...i mean, wow! it's record-breaking, truly."

"ha...ha. alright. i overstepped my bounds, i get it. can we just...can we just get back to our daughter? i'm starting to regret calling you on my day off—which, by the way, was going so great."

"great, love that we're on the same page," you give him a thumbs up through the screen. before you can get into the nitty-gritty of the situation, you take a brief pause to prepare yourself for the dramatics about to ensue—because if you know anything about gojo satoru, you know he's definitely one for the dramatics.

"when i tell you this...i want you to stay calm, keep a level head, and most importantly, i want you not to scream," you say, opening your mouth again to emphasize the last part, "and it's important that you especially won't scream, okay?"

gojo mulls it over before committing, "i don't know...it depends on what you're gonna tell m-"

"just—just promise, gojo," you interrupt, clearly agitated.

"alright, i promise."

"okay, so there's a boy..."

you're mid-sentence when gojo's eye starts to twitch.

"and she's expressed to me that she wants to go on a date with him." when you finish, you're half expecting him to yell, and half expecting him to end the call. but he doesn't.

in fact, he's so still, you're almost convinced he's frozen, but then he begins to smile. slow at first, and then all at once. it's creepy, you think, something straight out of a horror film.

"i know this was a lot of information to process, are you...okay?"

"pfttt, what? of course, why wouldn't i be?"

"well, you look scary. maybe i shouldn't have told yo-"

"SHE WANTS TO WHAT?"

and there it is. gojo satoru, king of dramatics.

"my little girl, my baby, my princess. she's only 10!-"

"she's 14."

"same thing, how could you let this happen?!"

"what happened to not yelling?! you promised!"

"oh be serious, i made a vow to you 14 years ago and look where we are now," he whisper-yells, trying (and failing) to contain his voice.

"dammit, you're right...well, at least we're on the same page! we both don't want this date to happen." when you take another glance at the screen, gojo's no longer laying down on his bed, but up and pacing around his room like a mad man.

you watch him for awhile, and when he doesn't seem to be coming back any time you soon, you call his name, "satoru."

"what?!" he turns to the phone. glaring at him, you wait for him to check his tone. "sorry, what?"

"i was thinking tomorrow you could come over for dinner? it'd give us a chance to talk to her about it...so that it's not just me telling her no."

"so, what i'm hearing is that you want her to hate me too?"

"no, i'm saying i want us to be a team. so, can you come over tomorrow? can you do that?" you ask, raising a brow.

"yeah, i'll be there."

at the same time the oven alarm goes off, gojo arrives. you can see his car pull into the drive way from where you are in the kitchen, and you mentally curse yourself for not getting ready sooner.

"fuck, uh okay," you throw your oven mitts, "hon, can you get the door for your dad? i need to go upstairs and get changed."

the youngest gets up from her place on the couch, "sure, wait...dad's staying for dinner? what's the occasion?"

you're halfway up the stairs before you stop, "enough questions, please. just open the door, thank youuuu."

ambling from the living room to the foyer, she opens the front door. gojo smiles, and immediately lifts her up into a bone-crushing hug that only a dad could give.

"hey bug, missed you," he squeezes her, much to her behest.

"ugh, dadddd, put me down," she drawls, pawing at his chest. gojo frowns and puts her down, putting a hand over his heart as if he were shot.

"you used to love that, you know."

"yeah, when i was like five."

"are you not?" he teases, but she's not amused. he nudges her arm annoyingly until she begins to smile. "there we go, punk. now can i have a real hug? you're hurting my feelings."

like a true pre-teen, she rolls her eyes and reluctantly trudges over to him, then opens her arms up for a hug. at this stage, you've noticed that hugs are okay, but only when it's on their own terms—and you especially can't initiate them when their friends are around (you learned that the hard way).

when they pull away, gojo takes his shoes off and wanders through the house. "where's the other brat at?"

"upstairs."

gojo nods, "uh-huh...where's your mom at?"

"right here." gojo hears you before he sees you, and then he lifts his head up to see you at the top of the stairs standing behind the banister. before you make your way downstairs, you waltz over to your daughter's room and knock on the door.

"hey, dinner's ready. come on downstairs. somebody's here to see you." as you begin turning around, the door flies open and out comes your moody teenage daughter.

"who is it?" she queries, following behind you like a duckling.

from where he stands at the bottom of the staircase, gojo raises a hand and waves.

"hey, scrub."

"dad? what are you doing here?" your oldest questions, but still goes in for a hug.

"your mom invited me over for dinner, that cool with you?"

she nods, then turns to her sister. they exchange a knowing look that, if translated, would be: something's definitely up. they wait for you and gojo to head to the kitchen before having a quick debrief.

"you definitely did something," the youngest side eyes.

"wha-why would you think i did something? you're the one failing a class," she rebuttals.

"ok well...this isn't about me! they only get together when one of us does something. don't you see? they're teaming up...this is an intervention."

the oldest pinches the space between her brows, "i can see why you're failing english now, because the way you just jumped to conclusions like that is actually insane."

dinner goes by without a hitch. for majority of it, you spend the time talking about work, school (which seems like a sensitive subject because the youngest wouldn't look either of you in the eye), and the plot of this hbo show with adult kids who're trying to take over their father's company.

gojo brings it up, of course, and jokingly says that the show was written with him in mind. he asks the girls if they'll fight over who'll inherit the company when he dies, and it turns into a i'm the better daughter debate.

when it gets a little too rowdy, you have to remind them that this is all hypothetical and that their father is a menace who likes to cause chaos whenever possible. gojo pouts and says you're no fun, but quickly fixes his face when he sees your pointed glare.

"come help me with the dishes," you say, and then disappear into the kitchen.

the two of you fall back into old habits. you wash the dishes, he dries and sets them on the rack. it feels like it did in the beginning, only this time, he'll be leaving when the two of you set out to do what you originally intended.

"dinner was nice," he says after about 10 minutes of comfortable silence. he doesn't look up, doesn't even make a joke about your cooking (which, you were totally expecting him to do). instead, he just continues drying the plate you handed to him.

"you know, you're welcomed to come again. you don't always have to be away in that apartment all by yourself," you start, choosing your words carefully, gently. "the girls like eating with their dad."

"i like eating with them too. i guess i'll start coming by more often then."

you almost miss it but there's a smile on his face, and it's genuine. instead of pointing it out, you savor the moment.

your reasoning for his coming here was to talk to your daughter, but it was also to get him out of the apartment. see, you were sneaky like him too, and what he didn't know wouldn't kill him. to you, this was just hitting two birds with one stone.

when you finish up, the two of you discuss the plan over for what seems like the 100th time.

"so, we're gonna go in there and be cool about it, okay? we won't hound her. we're just gonna tell her like it is, and then let her down gently. got it?"

"got it."

"after you," gojo extends his arm.

"wha-ugh, fine."

as you lead the way, gojo has to keep a hand on your back to keep you from turning back around. so far, you've attempted to retreat five times—you're two feet away from the kitchen entrance.

"will you just go?" there's irritation laced in his tone.

"okay, just stop pushing me."

"no promises, keep walking."

you sigh, but heed his request. with a hand still on your back, he guides you all the way to the living room. the girls are watching tv but quickly avert their focus when they notice you standing next to the couch with a freakish smile plastered on your face. gojo whispers in your ear to be cool and you immediately gather your wits.

"mom...your face...dad what's wrong with her face she's scaring me," the youngest pauses the tv.

"sweetie, will you go upstairs for a minute? your dad and i have to talk to your sister."

seeming to be catching on, she gets up from the couch and says a 'told you' to her sister before running upstairs. you and gojo share a look.

"what's up?" she asks, still weirded out.

"you see, well...we've been talking and..." you start, "your father has something he wants to tell you!"

gojo snaps his head towards you, gasping in the same motion. "hey, what the hell happened to being cool?"

"no promises, remember?"

"oh, you litt-"

"dad."

"sorry, uh, shit. i wasn't prepared for this. this wasn't the plan," he begins, "so, i heard there's a boy...and...you're at that age where boys are cute..."

she looks at the two of you in abhor and groans. gojo pauses briefly, but you encourage him to continue.

"and i've come to understand that you're interested in one and want to go on a date?"

"yeah."

"oh...okay well, i—we just don't think that's a good idea. you're 14, in school, and honey, you're so young...you have your whole life to be interested in boys."

"wait, what do you mean 'we'?"

"your mom and i talked about it and-"

"mom said she was fine with it."

gojo smiles in shock and then blinks, once, twice, three times.

"we'll be back," he announces, pulling you by the arm to the kitchen.

when you get to the kitchen, he releases your arm and pinches the skin between his brows. it takes all of about five seconds before he erupts.

"'we're a team, satoru', 'we're in this together', bullshit! you wanted me to be the bad cop, didn't you?"

"not initial-"

"didn't you!"

"okay, sorry! i may have...gave in when she asked, but i figured you'd be able to tell her no!"

"why would you think that!? she's my little girl!"

"she's my little girl too!"

gojo walks over to the cabinet and pulls out a glass. "i can't right now, i need a drink. what do you have?"

opening another cabinet, you pull out a bottle of pink whitney. gojo sucks his teeth. it was such a girl drink, but it was all you had so beggars couldn't be choosers. shrugging, he raises his glass for you to pour the drink into.

grabbing another glass, you sit down and join him.

"we've been had, huh?"

"how is that?"

"because we both can't say no to her."

gojo raises his glass to his lips and swallows it all down in a few gulps.

your daughter goes on a date the following week, and gojo starts looking into trackers.

#gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojou satoru x reader #gojo satoru x y/n #gojou satoru x y/n #gojo x y/n #gojo x reader fluff #gojo x you #gojo satoru x reader fluff #gojo satoru x you #gojo fluff #gojo satoru fluff #:: — LEXI WRITES !

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bluemusickid · 1 month

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ok i have INSAAAANE brainrot from that video of the couple cuddling. It reminds me of Older!Joel Miller and his boo

warnings: a lil smut, tons of fluff; basically just me yapping, video undercut (slightly nsfw)

imagine coming home from work just EXHAUSTED. Like weary and frustrated. All you want to do is shut off for the day, and do nothing.

Joel sees you and knows what he has to do. Firstly, he runs you a bath, filled to the brim with decadent bath oils and salts. He undresses you with care, kissing every inch of skin he exposes as he does so. Helping you into the bath, he positions himself behind you, pulling you to lay against him. It feels amazing, allowing yourself to sag against him as he massages your arms, your shoulders; his firm grip and slightly rough skin, a strong contrast to the way he was providing you relief. You could feel the stress from your body seep away as you allowed yourself respite from a long, long day.

The bath was wonderful, but even better was the way Joel's fingers felt on you, lightly massaging your clit as he leaves soft featherlight kisses along your neck, your back, your ears... he would make sure you came atleast twice before you left the bath.

After he dries you and wraps you in a fluffy towel, he would gently place you on the bed, wrapping you in his arms. Softly stroking your hair, he would whisper sweet nothings in your ear till he could feel you drift off into sleep.

🥲🫶🏽🫠😭💝

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supercap2319 · 24 days

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"Wait a minute. You're telling me that Stefan... this Stefan. Stefan Antonio Salvatore, king of the brooding, jumped naked in the Trevi fountain and got drunk on the torch of the statue of Liberty?" Y/N asked.

Lexi smiled. "That's just the beginning. He was a real wildcard this one." She ruffled Stefan's already messy hair.

"Really? What else did he do?" Y/N smiled as he leaned forward.

"He snuck into a brothel house. Participated in a burlesque show. There was also the time I caught him making out with the Nobleman's son and the ship's cabin boy." Lexi said.

Y/N looks at Stefan, who's red from head to toe with embarrassment. "Wow. I didn't know Stefan was capable of doing such fun and reckless things. Are you sure it wasn't Damon in a wig?" He jokes.

"Believe me. Damon would have been a bitch about it."

"I'm shocked to learn that Stefan Antonio Salvatore has a fun side. I think I might faint."

Stefan rolled his eyes with a faint smile on his face. "I did it once. I'm not that big of a stick in the mud."

#x male reader #male reader insert #male x male #vampire diaries #the vampire diares #stefan salvatore #paul wesley #paul wesley x male reader #stefan salvatore x male reader #lexi branson #arielle kebbel

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bumblesimagines · 3 months

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but what if you're the one for me?

when were you going to tell me you were seeing someone? i thought i was the first person you told about that stuff.

- Cassie Howard

but what if you're the one for me?

when were you going to tell me you were seeing someone? i thought i was the first person you told about that stuff.

Pronouns: He/Him/His

Gathering the multiple party-sized bags into your arms, you peered over the top of them as you followed Lexi out of the kitchen and into the living room where the girls had gathered around. From the flush on Cassie's cheek and the way Maddy and Kat giggled, Suze must've told a helluva story. Lexi carefully balanced the small cups of dippings with one arm and began setting them down on the coffee table alongside the scattered candy wrappers and beer cans.

"Finally," Maddy groaned, wiping her lips free of beer and reaching for one of the tortilla chip bags you held. She ripped it open and dug inside, pulling two chips free and eagerly dipping them into the guacamole. She did a blissful shimmy when she munched on the chips and happily went in for more chips.

"So, (Y/N)," Kat began with a wicked grin, her eyes watching you set the rest of the bags down on the table. You glanced at her questionably and settled down nicely beside Cassie, already feeling ganged up on from the way Maddy and BB turned to Kat expectantly. She took her time, sipping on her beer and taking a bite out of a chip before continuing. "I heard that you and Tammy Lewis were getting a little cozy at the movies last Sunday."

"What?!" Maddy nearly shrieked with a mouthful of chips, her head whipping around to look at you with wide eyes. "You dick! Why didn't you tell us?"

The guys at school who constantly badgered you with questions as to how you could've possibly managed to land a spot in a friend group consisting of the prettiest popular cheerleaders in school had no clue the type of torture you'd been under since 6th grade.

It'd all started one fateful afternoon during lunchtime when the snotty boy in front of you had made fun of Kat and tried to flee before Maddy could lay into him. It'd been instinctive how you stuck your leg out and sent him toppling to the floor. The humiliation of not only falling in front of half the school combined with getting a bloody nose had made the boy cry and you'd been given a couple days of suspension. When you returned afterward, you'd been formally invited to sit with the girls at lunch by none other than Madeleine Perez.

From then on, the girls kept you around and you were quickly dubbed the luckiest guy in school, even if you viewed all the girls as sisters and they treated you like a baby brother they liked dressing up and cooing over. But along with the territory of brother, came the gossip, drama, and the fact every single person you vaguely showed interest in had to be approved by the council.

"It's not serious, Mads, I swear. It's just.... dating. We're not together."

"Not yet." BB cooed, exhaling a breath of smoke and snickering when you groaned.

"Tammy Lewis," Maddy murmured and leaned back into the cushion of the couch with squinted eyes. "She's pretty, I guess."

"She's failing English," Kat added, "Like kindergarten reading comprehension type of failing."

"I think she's sweet." Lexi piped in, cradling a cola can in her hands and shrugging her shoulders.

"It's not serious," You groaned again. "I would've told you guys if it were, I swear! It was just one date and nothing happened."

Maddy squinted again. "Nothing? Not even a little kiss?"

"Maybe... maybe like one kiss-"

"And you didn't tell us?!" Maddy shrieked again and grabbed a pillow, tossing it over the coffee table and hitting you square in the chest. Unnaturally quiet Cassie laughed, albeit forced and slightly awkward, and retrieved the pillow before it could go tumbling to the floor. You glanced at the blonde, finally noting her lack of input but decided to leave it for later rather than put her on the spot.

The rest of the night had been the same as others, with a couple movies put on the TV until the girls ultimately passed out either on the floor or the couch. Suze ensured everyone had blankets and pillows as she called up the parents to alert them their kids would be staying over before she retreated upstairs to her bedroom with one last glass of wine in hand.

You'd been curled up on the end of the couch on the brink of dozing off until the feeling of someone slipping by startled you awake and you caught Cassie slipping into the kitchen. You yawned and rubbed the sleep out of your eyes, tugging the blanket over your shoulders and shuffling after her into the kitchen.

"Oh, hey," She greeted quietly, taking a water bottle out of the fridge and drinking from it.

"You okay?" You questioned and leaned against one of the counters, trying to fight the exhaustion from clouding your brain. Cassie brushed some loose strands of hair back and took another sip of water, the look on her face conflicted. Cassie confided in you all the time, whether about guys or her mother, so her hesitation seemed odd.

"When were you going to tell me you were seeing someone?" She asked quietly, running her finger over the rim of the bottle. "I thought I was the first person you told about that stuff."

"You've got a lot on your plate already, Cass. I thought it'd be better to let you recover from... everything." Your eyes flickered down to her belly. She'd hardly been able to tell the girls about it when she found out, seeing as Maddy and Kat had gotten into it and angered each other that day. McKay had known, of course he had, but he hadn't been the one she called when the procedure had been over and done with.

"I... I'm fine, (Y/N). I'm past it. I'm past McKay. He didn't make me feel... special or loved or.. beautiful. I know that's how love is supposed to make you feel. It- It shouldn't make you feel like shit." Cassie said, setting the bottle aside and turning to face you. Her eyes softened and then began to glisten with tears. You frowned and moved the blanket from your shoulders, taking a step closer and wrapping it around her instead. "He wasn't the one for me... but what if you're the one for me?"

#x reader #x you #x y/n #x male reader #euphoria #euphoria x reader #euphoria x male reader #euphoria x y/n #euphoria x you #cassie howard #cassie howard x reader #cassie howard x male reader #cassie howard x y/n #cassie howard x you #maddy perez #kat hernandez #euphoria bb #lexi howard #suze howard

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onegayastronaut · 5 months

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Being Mark Sloan's Little Sister and Having Lexie Grey Crushing On You Would Include...

Requested by anon

Before starting at Seattle Grace, you sat down with your brother and asked him what working there is like

You force him to be nicer to the interns

Lexie had a huge crush on you, but decided not to say anything because you were Mark's sister

She would pretty much run away as soon as she saw you

Asking Mark about how Lexie's behaving, only to have him smirk and tell you to figure it out yourself

Lexie will find out what your favorite food is and drop it by your locker

If you have a longer shift, she'll help figure out how to make you feel better

When you ask your coworkers who's leaving things at your locker, they'll snicker

Starting to date after you finally figure out she's the one leaving food for you

After pretty much everyone found out you were together, Mark will always whistle when he sees you

#grey's anatomy #grey's anatomy x reader #grey's anatomy imagine #mark sloan #mark sloan x reader #lexie grey #lexie grey x reader #lexie grey imagine

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the-devils-girl94 · 1 year

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When Their Shy S/O Asks To Do It: Lucifer

((There will be multiple parts dedicated to each character. Hope you guys enjoy Lucifer's part, even though there's no smut. Some suggestive scenes though.))

He noticed you glancing at the clock every now and again. You would fidget with your hands and then steal a glance at him, only to quickly look away. He could tell you wanted to ask him something but your shy nature was preventing you from voicing what you wanted to say. So, he calls out to you,

"MC, what's the matter?"

You blushed and shook your head. "It's-Its nothing!," you stuttered. You could feel Lucifer's eyes boring into you, but still you avoided his gaze. The Avatar of Pride sighed and stood from his chair, making careful strides towards you.

You jumped, startled, when you felt his hand on your shoulder and turned your head to see him sitting beside you. Lucifer brought you to his chest, concern resting on his features as he stared at you.

"Tell me, MC. I can't help you if you don't tell me what's bothering you."

As his arms wrapped around you, your face became buried in his chest. You caught a whiff of his scent and it made your head spin, making your already flushed face heat up a couple more degrees. You were nervous to say what was troubling you.

Nervous to say you were feeling...needy.

You knew Lucifer would never make fun of you for asking. If anything, he would immediately stop what he was doing just to attend to your needs, your unsatisfied desires. But it was hard for you to muster that courage to say it.

Even practicing in front of a mirror couldn't help you.

However, being in Lucifer's embrace calmed your nerves enough to ease your racing mind. You felt you could do it. You had to do it. Otherwise, the rising heat in your belly will never be cooled.

Exhaling out a sigh, you raised your head to meet Lucifer's red eyes. Those concerned, worrying ruby orbs stared back into yours. He watched as your lips parted and you spoke, "I was wondering..."

"Wondering what, love?"

The soft tone of Lucifer's voice had you lower your head again, causing the anxious demon to worry more. Yet, you continued.

"I was just wondering if it's too early...to-to go back to the bedroom."

It was then that Lucifer connected your earlier behavior to now and understood why you were so nervous. He chuckled softly, making you look at him with a red face. You wanted to hide now.

You brought your hands to cover your face, but they were stopped by another pair of hands. Your chin was lifted and you saw Lucifer's smirking face. Blushing, you tried to look away, but Lucifer kept your gaze solely on him.

"My dear MC," he said, his voice soft and caressing your reddened ears. "You want me? Is that what you were trying to tell me, love?"

"Y-yes," you stammered. Looking at the Avatar of Pride was beginning to fuel to the starter fire inside. "I'm saying I want you."

Lucifer let out an amused huff. You squeaked as you were suddenly picked up, only to be laid back down on the sofa with Lucifer on top of you. His eyes were focused on your lips. His smirked widened when he brought his leather gloved hand to your chin, using his thumb to swipe at your bottom lip. You subconsciously licked your bottom lip, making Lucifer sit up to loosen his tie. He stared down at you as he asked you this,

"Then do you want to go back to the bedroom? Or should I take you here on this sofa, right in my office, my needy MC?"

#obey me #obey me lucifer #lexi writes #when their shy S/O asks to do it #obey me shall we date #obey me lucifer x reader #obey me smut

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lexiene · 21 days

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Baby's kicking 💗 Lovey dovey~

(Dont mind me y'all im just getting into my art and from my disappearance)

Tagging: @sukunas-wife teheee (•ﾟдﾟ•)

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princekeerys · 25 days

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Human Alastor with an s/o who knows he is a serial killer but was never bothered by it.

human alastor is beginning to grow on me a lot, this is possibly the fastest blurb i’ve ever written <333

☾. °. ࿐ ` , •

“you don’t have to do this every time i come home, my darling”

you were both sat on the edge of the bathtub, a wet washcloth that was warm in your hand as you cleaned alastor’s face of his victim’s blood. you didn’t know what time it was — all you knew is that it was late. and no one was up at this godforsaken hour.

“i know i don’t have to. but i do it because i want to,” you wipe off the last remainder of red splotches on his cheek, gentle and with care. and he’s staring into your eyes almost as if he’s enchanted by you. “think of it as a way of saying thank you, i suppose”

alastor chuckles at your silly little statement.

“thank you? my dear,” he reaches up to gently cup your cheek. your movements nearly stutter at how flustered you get, eyes widening with a flutter of your eyelashes. “there is no need to thank me in such a way when you know i’d kill anyone who even looks in your direction”

it’s messed up, you know, how your heart skips a beat at his confession, how it warms your heart that he’ll make damn sure that you’ll only be his for all eternity and beyond.

but you can’t help it.

everyone you’ve ever known has always been so prim and proper, made it feel like you were stepping on glass as you had to watch what you said and did so you weren’t damned.

but with alastor? he was a true gentleman; in a dark and twisted way. he danced with you in the living room to soft jazz, telling you how you were the most beautiful belle he’d ever laid his eyes on. you shared kisses in dark alleyways that you knew no one walked through at nighttime. he made you feel like a princess in some sort of fairytale.

it was poetic, bloody, and dark all at once.

and you were addicted to the thrill of it all.

you set the now blood stained cloth down as you took alastor’s glasses off his face, cleaning them with a breath and the hem of your summer dress.

“and you know i’ll always be here to clean you up afterwards,” you carefully place his glasses back on his face. you busy yourself with his bowtie, making sure it wasn’t crooked. “you don’t scare me. and neither does your infatuation with me. it’s rather… charming”

alastor hooks his pointer finger underneath your chin, making you look up at him.

“i suppose that makes us quite the pair then, hm?” he leans in closer with half lidded eyes.

“a murderous chap and his innocent beau”

please comment/reblog if you enjoyed my works, it’s greatly appreciated <3

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arachine · 4 months

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started thinking about seasoned jujutsu sorcerer!yuuji and thus…whatever this is was born :3

mdni, sexual content, hand kink…

yuuji and his strong hands.

his hands that are rough, and callused, and big. hands that’ve laid men and lesser beings 6 feet below the earth’s soil. they’re a spectacle to you. the way they tell a thousand stories—of his past, present, and everything in between.

they’re such measly things, you think. appendages molded from flesh, blood, sinew, and bone—but they’re so much more when he’s using them for the things he’s fond of.

like, when he’s holding your hand. intertwining them any chance he can get because he likes the feel of your smooth ones to his ‘rugged’ ones, as he liked to call it.

his hands dwarf your own. so much so, that you’re fully convinced he could fit the both of them in a single fist. it excites you, oddly—the size of them. how something so insignificant could have such an effect on you.

but yuuji’s different. his hands were carved to give, to touch, to love. they’re rough, and scarred, and have killed many a men, you know this, but they’re tender in the way they touch you. so gentle, and experimental, and considerate in the way they traverse down the pastures and plains of your body.

you reckon it’s because underneath all that rough exterior, under all that marred skin, and the shiny scars that dance across his skin like starlight, he is gentle. a juxtaposition to what anyone would perceive him to be.

he holds you in the palm of his hands like you’re the world, holds you with revere. like you’re something to cherish. to protect.

he expresses this when you’re under him, flesh pressed against flesh. forehead pressed to forehead, slick with perspiration. uses his digits to rub on your clit when you’re close to climaxing. presses a flat palm on the fat of your abdomen and tells you to feel where his cock is inside of you.

and when you’re on top of him, rolling your hips against him in the way you know he likes, in the way that diminishes him into nothing but putty, they roam your body in hurried movements. like he’s afraid of leaving any part of you untouched, unnoticed. to him, your body is a temple. he pays his respects when you let him grab you up. when you let him force you into a tight hug as he’s spilling his load into your cunt.

his face is buried into the interstice of your neck when you’re in this position, and he’s uttering expletives and mantras of ‘i love you’s, peppering wet kisses up and down the column of your throat, thanking you in hushed mumbles for letting him use your body like this.

all the while, his hands mindlessly run up and down the column of your spine, tracing random shapes in their wake as a means to soothe you, him, the both of you, as you settle into your post-orgasm bliss.

yuuji and his big, callused, scarred hands. you hope you’ll get to hold them forever.

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escvpes99 · 6 months

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Behind the Bleachers [M]

pairings: lexi howard x male!reader warnings: smut, public sex, dom!reader, sub!lexi prompt: no one expected lexi and the football star to be dating. or hooking up behind the bleachers after a win for that matter. word count: 1,679

"Christ, Howard, you could've at least waited until we finished celebrating."

Your comment comes out ragged as her lips attack your neck. Her hands are already pushing your letterman jacket that you barely had time to throw on off of your shoulders. It was an experience that was truly exclusive to your eyes.

No one expected the 'Little Howard' to be the ravenous one. Greedy, possessive even. But you knew better. You had seen the parts of Lexi that she kept hidden from everyone else. It was an honor really.

Of course, actions spoke louder than words and currently her actions were were unbuttoning your pants to try and free your hard on from its confines.

"You're a real slut aren't you? You couldn't even wait until after the game before pulling me aside. Couldn't even wait for the victory party. You just had to get fucked now, didn't you?" you taunted her.

Her eyes dilated as she looked up at you. The corner of her lip is caught in between her teeth, her face flushed. The shy, meek girl was in there still after all. But the fact that she didn't utter a word of denial said it all.

"You couldn't even wait that long could you?"

Her hand managed to pull down your pants and boxers and she took hold 0f your length, pumping it slowly, teasingly.

"I could never resist you" she mumbled, "Not when you looked so good out there."

When Lexi got in this kind of state, gone was the theater kid who was often an after thought compared to her sister. Gone was the meek and kind girl who took a backseat to stronger personalities. What was left was your girlfriend, desperate and needy for you in every sense of the word.

"You're gonna have to keep yourself from screaming too loud. It would be a shame if the other students heard you," you taunted her.

She gave you an earnest smile and replied, "You'll have to cover my mouth then."

Her hands are still pumping your cock as you look around the bleachers to see if anyone can spot the two of you.

You are the star quarterback and this is your secret. No one knows that you and the 'Little Howard' are together. It's the pairing no one would see coming. And maybe that was exactly why it worked. The same way you brought a new side out of her, Lexi had changed you for the better. To think it had all started when the two of you had been assigned to a group together for a class project. At the time you thought it'd be an easy grade if you just let her do all the work. Before you knew it the two of you were fooling around instead of working on projects.

Now you were getting ready to fuck her behind the bleachers. Funny how things changed.

"Turn around," you commanded.

"Yes, sir," Lexi said in a playful voice.

She turned around, bracing herself against the cold metal of the bleachers as she looked over her shoulder at you, biting her bottom lip. You pushed up the plaid miniskirt she was wearing -- these fucking skirts, you swore seeing her in them would be the death of you -- to reveal her bare ass to your touch.

"You didn't wear any panties tonight?" you asked.

She merely shook her head, giving you a wide-eyed look.

"Naughty slut," you teased her, "And you're already wet for me."

"Always," she whispered as you began to circle her clit.

Even when you were in a rush you couldn't help but tease her. You ran your hands along her folds, making sure to avoid touching her most sensitive spot. You ran the tip of your fingers up and down her slit.

"Baby, please," she begged, her hips buckling as she tried to get some relief.

You loved it when she begged. You loved the way she whined and moaned when you weren't giving her the full attention that she craved.

You continued to play with her pussy, taking in the way she tried to push herself closer towards you. You watched the way her legs twitched as you circled her clit. The way her eyes fluttered closed as you entered a single finger into her, pumping in and out of her slowly.

"Please what, Lexi?" you questioned.

Your large frame practically hovered over her smaller one, the flicks of your wrist coming slow and drawn out. She closed her eyes, biting her bottom lip as her hips writhed against your finger in an attempt to draw it deeper.

"Please, sir..."

"Good girl."

The praise made her smile before her eyes flew open. You had slipped in another finger, causing a small moan to slip past her lips. Your free hand moved up, cupping her face before you slipped a single finger into her mouth.

"Suck," you ordered her.

As she did as she was told, her mouth wrapping itself around the digit, you continued to pump your fingers inside of her, feeling the way her pussy clenched against them as you curled them slightly.

"Look at me," you told her.

Lexi's eyes shot open, staring at you with an intense look of lust as you pumped your fingers faster and deeper into her. The muffled sounds coming from her lips made you smirk, pleased to see her so far gone already.

"You love being my little slut don't you?"

"Mhmmm," she moaned, nodding her head in agreement.

Her hips were grinding against your fingers, her juices coating them as she tried to ride your digits as much as she could.

"You are such a dirty girl. A bad little slut, always needing to be fucked," you said, punctuating the words by slipping another finger into her.

The muffled moans continued to pour out of her mouth as she sucked your fingers. You could see her tongue moving across your digits, swirling her spit around them as she looked up at you. Her eyes were glassy, lost in a lust-fueled haze as she took the three fingers you had stuffed in her pussy.

You watched as her back arched as you picked up the pace of your ministrations, her mouth sucking harder on the digits as her pussy clenched around your fingers. You were amazed at the way she took your fingers, the way she was fucking herself on them, grinding her hips down onto your hand in a desperate attempt to get herself off.

And right when she seemed like she was getting close, you stopped, slipping your fingers out of her pussy and mouth. For a moment there was a whine coming from her but when she opened her eyes and saw you moving to place your cock at her entrance she stopped short.

Finger-fucking your girlfriend had gotten you worked up beyond belief, to the point that you were about to burst. With no more time to waste you slipped yourself inside of Lexi's dripping sex; burying your cock deep inside of her. It was all too familiar at this point but no less satisfying.

"We have you be quick, baby," you grunted as you started to fuck her from behind.

Your thrusts were sharp and deep, making her cry out despite your earlier warning. You reached around, your hand muffling her cries of pleasure as you fucked her.

Once you had thought the thrill of winning a football game couldn't be matched. Then you met Lexi.

"What would Rue say if she saw you like this?" you taunted a whisper against the shell of her ear. "Begging for cock. Screaming out while being fucked from behind."

Lexi's response was a deep moan, muffled against your grip and the feeling of her walls tightening around your cock.

You couldn't resist the urge to chuckle at her, "That's my girl."

The sounds of skin slapping against skin, the wet squelching sound of your cock pounding Lexi's cunt, filled the air around you. You were fucking her hard and fast. The adrenaline of the game, the excitement of winning, and the need to fuck your girlfriend was all too much.

You moved your hand, letting it slip back to the front of her body, reaching under the skirt and to her clit. You wanted her to come undone, and fast. You began to circle her sensitive bundle of nerves with the tip of your thumb. The sensation sent shivers down her spine, her eyes wide as her pussy clenched tighter around you.

"So close," Lexi whined, her eyes rolling into the back of her head as her mouth remained open.

You kept up your ministrations until finally you pushed Lexi over the edge. Her petite body shook, shuddering against you as she came. You weren't far behind her, your cock twitching as her walls squeezed around your length.

"Lexi, I'm gonna cum," you grunted.

"Inside. Please. I want it. I want your cum," Lexi begged, her voice coming out breathless.

With that you allowed yourself to give in to the orgasm that had been building since the two of you had first started fucking. You buried yourself deep within her, filling her up with your cum. You let her ride out the high, her hips rolling against yours as she chased her second release.

"Oh, fuck," she moaned, her cunt fluttering around your softening cock.

For a moment you allowed the two of you to just stay there. Lexi's head rested against the metal, her legs were shaking as her pussy clenched around your dick.

"So full," she whispered.

You kissed her on the back of her neck, a small gesture of affection.

"I love you, Lexi Howard," you said quietly. "Let's get you back to my place so you can clean up. Then I'll take you home."

"That...that sounds good," she sighed, her body leaning against yours, "I love you too."

This wouldn't be the last time something like this happened between the two of you and you'd have it no other way.

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