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The Younger Kind Part 59 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: With your wedding on the horizon, it wasn't the best time for you to question your place with Bradley. But he's always patient, and Noah is perfect, and it doesn't take you long to realize that your husband-to-be is always going to see you in a different way than you see yourself. 

Warnings: pregnancy topics, swearing, blowjob smut, angst, fluff, and age gap (18+)

Length: 4700 words

Pairing: Single dad!Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x babysitter!female reader

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Now that you were looking at your wedding dress all spread out on the bed, you were afraid to try it on. It looked too perfect. Pristine and white. It was exactly how you imagined it would be when Natasha convinced you to order it, and it looked like it would fit like a glove over your belly which was starting to grow. But right now, you were feeling so overwhelmed. 

With your reduced work hours, you were home alone until Bradley and Noah got back in another hour or so. You had the whole place to yourself to do as you pleased. Plenty of time to try this thing on and send some photos to Natasha for her opinion. Then you could unwind with a glass of juice and a nice shower. But today was starting to feel like one of those days where Bradley's perfect bungalow on the perfect street in Coronado wasn't really where you belonged.

When you felt like you were in control of things, this was your castle. You were Bradley's Princess. You were Noah's Mommy. But today you felt like a fraud. Part of you was missing your little rental house where you could feel small and insignificant. Where you only had to take care of yourself. Were you really going to marry a man over a decade older than you? Were you really capable of raising not just Noah but a baby as well?

Mortification and embarrassment flooded your body as the dress mocked you from its place on the bed. You would never be deserving of anything as perfect as this soft fabric. Or this perfect life. Why did Bradley even want you?

"Princess?"

You didn't hear him come in, but now you heard his heavy footfalls as his boots met the hallway floor. He was headed for the bedroom, and you were in tears, staring at the dress. You managed to throw the bedding and pillows on top of it as Bradley entered the room. 

"There you are. I was calling your name," he murmured, wrapping his arms around you from behind and letting his hands rest on your belly.

His touch was everything you always wanted, and he hadn't seen your tears yet. You tried to pull it together as you whispered, "Actually, you were calling my nickname."

"Same thing," he whispered, his nose pressed to your neck.

"You're home early," you said, wiping your eyes. "Did you pick Noah up?"

"Not yet," he said, trying to spin you around to face him. "I thought I'd pick you up first and see if you wanted to go out to dinner after we get him. And maybe we can hit the mall so you can help me choose something to wear for that minor, little occasion that's just around the corner also known as our wedding."

You tried to fight against his grasp on your shoulders, but he spun you easily in place. You'd been too slow to remove all traces of your tears and worry, and his face fell when he looked at you. "Sorry," you whispered. "I'm just having a weird day."

"What's wrong?" he demanded softly, his grip on your hips tightening as his eyes dipped down to your belly.

"We're fine," you whispered, wishing you could convince him that was true.

"Something's bothering you," he said, his brown eyes meeting yours. "Did I do something wrong?"

"No." Then you started crying as he collected you against his rough flight suit. "You didn't do anything wrong. I don't even know what's wrong! I just don't belong here."

You felt his body go rigid as he held you impossibly tighter. This time he did use your actual first name, and you had to force yourself to meet his eyes. He looked concerned as he asked, "You don't think you belong here? With me? I love you."

But you just shook as tears streamed down your face. You didn't know how to say what you were feeling, so you just started talking through your sobs. "It's perfect though. You know that, right?" you asked, gasping for air as he looked at you in silence. "Your house and your son, and all of it. Everything here is perfect, Bradley. And the wedding dress arrived," you sobbed, gesturing to where there was some white fabric peeking out from the bedding. "And even it's perfect, and I just feel like a fraud. Like I'm inserting myself where I don't even belong. And I don't know how to be a mom."

You had your face buried against his chest, and he let you cry. He didn't say a word, and you weren't sure if that was better or worse right now. He just rubbed his hands in slow circles along your back until you were able to swallow and take some deep breaths. Then he guided you back so you were sitting on the edge of the bed next to the messy bedding, and he knelt down in front of you. His big hand came up to your cheek, and he swiped away some of your tears as he spoke.

"If anything here seems perfect, I can assure you it's because you're here now. It feels perfect to me, too, but it didn't always."

You swallowed hard, letting him trace your bottom lip with his thumb as you whispered, "It didn't?"

Bradley shook his head, his brown eyes wide and sincere. "No. It never felt like this before I met you. You showed up and made everything better until it was perfect. It happened slowly, but I could feel something shift right from the start. Each day got better after Noah fell in love with having you here. And after I'd known you for just a few weeks, I never wanted you to leave."

"After just a few weeks?" you asked as his hands and voice soothed you.

"Yeah," he replied softly. "I knew it. I'm sorry you had to put up with so much shit before we got to the point where it felt perfect, but I knew I wanted you with us. And then I needed you with us. And now I need you to understand that you belong here as much as Noah and I do."

"And Skittles."

The pup popped out of her bed and ran over as soon as you said her name, but Bradley kept his eyes on your face. "Always Skittles. And I hate to break it to you, Princess, but you already are a mom. So stop lying and saying you don't know how to be one. You are Noah's mom, and he's happier than I've ever seen him."

You closed your eyes and let all of his words fade into you. "But the baby will be different," you whispered even as you understood that you did know what to do. You handled kids and babies all day long at work, and you did it with care even though they weren't your own. And you did love Noah like he was yours. "But I think I can do it."

When you slipped off the bed and into Bradley's arms, he cupped your face in those hands and examined you closely. "You're not gonna be doing anything alone, Princess. I'm right here."

You nodded and breathed him in, and you already felt better knowing that this house and Bradley and Noah weren't as perfect unless you were here with them. "Can we go pick Noah up and just come back here for the night? I think I feel better, but I just want to relax."

"Anything you want," Bradley promised, and you let your arms go around his neck so he could help you to your feet. "We can come right back here, where everything feels perfect thanks to you."

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Bradley wasn't sure exactly what upset you so much earlier, but after you took a shower and ate dinner, he sent you and Noah to the couch to watch Mickey Mouse cartoons. When you paused in the doorway, you reached for him, and he went right to you with a soft kiss. You were wearing his sweatpants and an old tee shirt, and you belonged here. He didn't know how else to make you see that. But you seemed to understand it deep down where it mattered.

"I feel better," you whispered as he kissed your cheek. "My hormones are all over the place, and I'm always tired, but I do feel better. Thank you for being patient."

He was about to tell you that you didn't have to thank him for that when Noah called out. "Mommy? Are you coming?" 

A beautiful smile found your lips as Bradley said, "You belong here."

You nodded and turned toward the living room, leaving him in the kitchen to clean up. But he didn't want to have it any other way. He promised you he'd take care of everything around here, and that included wedding planning and decorating for Christmas. One problem was the fact that he barely had any decorations, because he barely had time to do anything before you. The other problem was that you were clearly worn out this week after Disneyland, but he needed your input for the rest of the planning.

After loading the dishwasher, Bradley paused and decided to make you some decaffeinated coffee in his Aviators Look Down on Others mug with an extra dollop of French vanilla creamer. He let it cool on the counter for a few minutes while he wiped down the table, and then he took a sip for himself before heading into the living room. Noah was curled up on your lap, and your fingers were gliding gently in his hair as the two of you watched your show together. 

"This is where you belong," he whispered, and you turned to look at him. 

"I know," you said with a soft smile.

Bradley snuggled in carefully next to you and handed you the mug, and soon Noah started to fall asleep. When your head came to rest on his shoulder, Bradley said, "How do you feel about me asking Amelia if she can babysit Noah on Saturday so I can take you on a date?"

"A date?" you asked softly. 

"Mmmm," he hummed. "Maybe go old school and do dinner and a movie. Something other than pizza and an animated classic. Actually leave the house and stay out past eight o'clock."

You laughed softly as Bradley pushed Noah's soft curls back from his forehead. "You do like to go old school, Daddy."

He rolled his eyes but smiled. "So is that a yes?"

"That's a hell yes," you replied. "A date with my hot baby dad sounds nice. And thanks for letting me have a freak out earlier." You looked up at him with his mug in your hands and his son sprawled halfway across your lap. "I love you, too. And I'm totally ready to get married." 

He let your words settle in his mind. There was so much to do. The extra bedroom still needed some work if it was to become the nursery. There were still a few things to finalize for the wedding. But he wanted to do all of it, and that included enjoying every moment with you. 

"Well that's good, because I'm totally ready to get married to you, Baby." He kissed your forehead and said, "I'll carry Noah to bed, and then I'll text Amelia and Penny."

When he stood with Noah curled up against his chest, you got to your feet as well, and Bradley's heart leapt as you told him, "I think I feel like trying on my wedding dress now."

"Yeah? You need any help with that?"

You shook your head and stretched, and the soft swell of all your curves was accentuated by your bump. You kissed him softly like he wasn't completely entranced by you. Like he wasn't aching to tuck Noah in and follow you to the bedroom.

"I think I'll keep it a surprise. You can see it on me in a few weeks," you said with a little smirk as he started following you toward the bedrooms.

Every mention of the wedding left him throbbing for you. When you started to close the bedroom door behind you, Bradley said, "As soon as you're undressed again and in bed, you let me know, and I'll be right in."

"Yes, Daddy."

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As Bradley pulled the Bronco out of the driveway, you waved to Noah and Amelia on the porch. Bradley let you pick the spot for dinner, but he said he was in charge of the movie. Then he mentioned something special that he wanted to get on the way there.

"What's the special surprise?" you asked several times as he drove. "You're just teasing me at this point."

He gave you side eye and reached for your hand. "Thought you liked that sort of thing."

You had to bite your lip to keep from laughing and encouraging him. "I like it when you do it in bed a lot more."

He hummed like he was mulling over your words. "Then consider this some quality foreplay: you'll learn what the special surprise is when we get there, and not a moment before."

You moaned like you were in pleasure, and you felt the Bronco jerk a little to the right as Bradley's hand tightened around your fingers. You burst out laughing and looked over at him. "I love it when you talk Daddy to me. Oops, I mean talk dirty."

"You keep moaning like that, and I'll drive off the damn road," he muttered, checking the mirrors and changing lanes.

When he turned right and drove a block, you saw Sweet Dreams Bakery. "Oh, wait," you said, pointing out the window. "That's where you got the princess crown donuts!"

Bradley pulled past and found a spot where he could parallel park. "Yeah, and we can stop later after we buy the special items."

"Oh, we're shopping now?" you asked, happy you brought your credit card along to keep teasing him.

"We are," he confirmed, and when he helped you down from the Bronco, you realized he parked right outside a jewelry store. He led you inside and said, "Shopping for our wedding bands."

You wrapped your arms around his waist, and bounced up and down a bit. You had been making yourself giddy over the idea of Bradley wearing a ring. He was literally letting you stake your claim with something visible, and if your moan in the Bronco was intended to wind him up, the one that just escaped you was one hundred percent authentic.

"Daddy."

His dark eyes were locked onto your lips as he whispered, "Behave." 

A sales clerk with a bright smile was headed your way, and Bradley squeezed your hip in warning when she said, "Hi, Mr. Bradshaw."

You looked at Bradley with raised brows. How many times had he been here that they remembered him. "Are you here to pickup your special order?"

"Special order?" you asked as Bradley's cheeks grew pink.

"Uh, we're here to pick out weddings bands," he said, avoiding your eyes.

"Perfect," said the sales clerk, and she was immediately leading the way over to a display case. You were ready to dig your feet in and demand more information about Bradley's special order and why they knew him by name here, but he took you by the hand and tugged you gently along.

You pressed your lips together to keep quiet as you remembered that Casey lived in this neighborhood; you were really starting to dislike the idea of Bradley hanging around here when your eyes settled on a tray of men's wedding rings. "Oh," you said softly.

Bradley kissed your temple and whispered, "Tell me which ones you want me to try on for you, Princess." 

You pointed to the plain band right in the middle, and you knew before he even put it on that it was going to be perfect. He picked it up with his right hand and slid it onto his left ring finger. It was a little thicker than a traditional band, and once he had it on, he held his hand up for your inspection. 

"It's perfect," you told him, your voice a little breathless. 

"You want me to try on any others?" he asked, a smile playing on his lips. 

You kissed the edge of his mustache, letting your body clench at the rough feel of it. "No."

"You sure?" he whispered.

"Yes."

He removed the ring and handed it to the woman who worked there. "This one," he told her while he kept his eyes on you. "It's perfect."

When it was your turn to try some on, Bradley stood behind you with his chin resting on your shoulder. You started to reach for the plain bands that would match with your enormous diamond ring, but Bradley said, "What about one like that? With the little diamonds that go all the way around?"

It was gorgeous. You should have known he'd point out something spectacular looking when you considered how pretty your engagement ring was. "Bradley, it probably costs ten times more than the plain one. Besides, the plain one kind of looks like yours."

When you glanced at him over your shoulder, you were met with those Bradshaw brown eyes that you couldn't seem to say no to. "Humor me?"

So you slid it on with a soft sigh, because it was incredible. "I do like it," you told him, trying to take it off again, but he stopped you with both of his hands. 

"Then we should get it."

You tore your gaze away from him and asked the woman, "What's the price difference?"

"Please don't tell her that." You turned back to Bradley to glare at him, but of course you didn't get an answer about the price. He had the upper hand in this store. "If the price didn't matter, would you want this one?" he asked you, tapping the ring where it was still sitting on your finger.

"Maybe," you whispered. "But the plain one is just as-"

"You're not plain. You're a Princess."

The kiss you gave him was a little indecent, but you didn't really care. He slid the ring from your finger as you tasted his mouth, and you assumed he gave it to the saleswoman so he could buy it for you. You just didn't want to let go of him as his big hands moved down your sides to your belly, and then he broke the kids.

"I would get you anything you want," he whispered, his lips ghosting along yours. "Same goes for both of my kids. Now let's get dinner before we miss the movie."

You tried to pay with your credit card, but this time he shook his head and told you to put it away. The woman was discreet when she ran his card, and then she handed Bradley a bag way bigger than was necessary for two, small rings.

"Is there something for me in the bag besides the wedding band?" you asked, trying to grab it when he led you back outside.

"Maybe," he muttered. "How about you stop asking about it, and I'll buy you some donuts."

Your stomach growled pleasantly at the thought. "Great idea. We can have dessert before dinner and the movie."

Bradley smirked. "And then after the movie, we can have another round of dessert."

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Bradley couldn't get enough of watching you eat your dinner with your hand occasionally pressed to your belly as you chatted away. He wasn't too concerned about the way you'd been overwhelmed to the point of tears a few days ago. You were tired and pregnant and working and busy being a Mom to Noah. Your hormones were changing again after the progesterone shots ended, and he knew it was a lot. Honestly, it was a lot for him to process, too.

But tonight you looked like you always did. Young and perfect and vibrant as you told him a story about something that happened at work. You ate and ate, picking up another piece of garlic bread after you told him you were getting full.

"If you're still hungry, we can always skip the movie," he mused, and you paused as you ran the last bit of bread through the sauce on your plate.

"Oh my goodness," you said, eyes wide. "I didn't know I was basically inhaling my food."

He just shrugged as he said, "Well, you are gaining weight."

A smile found your lips, and then they were twitching before you started laughing. "Wow, Bradley. You got all the smooth lines. It's a wonder none of your app dates were successful."

He hooked your feet with his under the table as you tried to stop laughing. "That was entirely your fault. It had nothing to do with my lines, because I wasn't trying very hard. And you're supposed to be gaining weight."

You were still grinning as you said, "Once again, coming in hot with the seduction."

You were still teasing him when he signed the credit card receipt and stood. He helped you to your feet and said, "Maybe I was just saving all my worst lines to use on you. Make sure you really love me. You ever think of that, Princess?" 

"It worked," you told him. "I actually do love you. And I especially can't wait for you to start wearing your wedding band." You gasped as he held the restaurant door open for you. "What are we going to do for music for the wedding? We don't have a wedding band."

"Oh," he said with a laugh. "I made a playlist." 

 "You made a playlist?"

"Yeah, you wanna hear it while I drive to the movie theater?"

He handed you his phone and let you start up the playlist. The first song was okay. So was the second one. You skipped along a few more songs, and then you looked at him while he drove and said, "It's all your old people music."

"Damn. Who's being rude now?" he laughed. 

"It's just that it's all from the '80s!"

"So am I."

"Bradley! Be so serious!"

"What? You know how old I am."

"I'm adding some things to the playlist, and if I find the Electric Slide in here, I'm deleting it."

Bradley ran his palm across his mouth and said, "There's my little brat."

You sat up straighter in your seat, clearly proud of yourself as you tapped away on his phone screen. It was so hard to surprise you; the way you reasoned through things was exquisite. He should have known you'd call him out on the extra item from the jewelry store, and now you were glancing out the window as he pulled past the movie theater.

"Throwback '80s night?" you said, reading the marquee out loud. "Bradley Bradshaw!"

"Okay, fine," he said, parking and killing the engine. "I'm old, and I like old shit. But really, the movie selection was just for you, Princess."

You turned and looked at the marquee again as it changed to show the retro film of the night. "Adventures in Babysitting!"

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Bradley pulled some of the cash from the spot behind the TV and gave it to Amelia as she collected her belongings. She and Noah made some art projects together which she said were drying on the kitchen table, and once again, she offered to watch him anytime.

"He's the sweetest little guy," she promised as her eyes dipped down to your belly. "But you'll have to pay me more to watch two."

"We can negotiate your rate when the time comes," Bradley said with a laugh while he opened the front door.

"Deal." 

She walked along the path to her parked car, and Bradley made sure it started up before he shut the door. He was turning the lock as he asked, "Did you like the movie?" But then his hand froze when he realized where your fingers were.

"I did," you promised, pulling his jeans zipper down over his considerable bulge. He wasn't even hard yet, but you were already so turned on. "Wanna go on your own adventure? With your former babysitter?"

You weren't subtle as you looked up at him and licked your lips, tugging him gently toward the couch. "If I ever say no to you, then there's something seriously wrong with me," he groaned, letting you pull his jeans and underwear down so his soft length hung out from beneath his shirt. 

When he dropped down onto the cushion, you dragged his jeans down to his calves so he could spread his legs open a little wider. You kissed his tip and he made a soft sound at the back of his throat as he started to get hard. You dragged your hands up and back down his full length, keeping your eyes locked on his. "Hi, Daddy," you whispered before dragging your tongue along the pretty bead of his precum, enjoying the way he throbbed.

"Hi, Princess," he managed as you smiled up at him. His voice sounded strained as you moved slowly and meticulously, stroking him until he was rock hard.

Right before you took him between your lips, you said, "We're getting married." You smiled around his length as he whined your name, and you let him thrust until he tapped the back of your throat. Then you sucked along his length, inch by inch, until he popped free from your lips, and you whispered, "And we're having a baby."

His fingers found your cheek, his skin a little rough against your face as you rested your head on his thigh. Bradley's eyes were glued to yours, watching you with wide pupils as you lazily kitten licked his cock and stroked his balls with your thumb. "You look so pretty like this," he rasped, and you kissed him before continuing with your little licks. "You're gorgeous when you're driving me out of my mind."

You giggled softly, and his cock throbbed against your lips. "I like teasing you."

Bradley grunted, his fingers tipping your chin up as he said, "I can fucking tell. And you can tease me all you want as long as you suck me off in the living room for the rest of my life."

You licked his length and whispered, "I'll put it in my wedding vows." Then he guided your parted lips around his cock again, and he moaned in satisfaction as you took him deep. 

His stamina was commendable like always. You gagged yourself on him over and over until your saliva was dripping down your chin and his balls. You gripped at his thighs as he thrust up to meet you with his fingers gentle on your face. And all the while, he words were sweet in comparison to the rough hairs rubbing your lip and the tears burning your eyes. 

"You're perfect, Baby. Can't get enough. Gonna marry you... my beautiful Princess."

When he finally came, you were sputtering and practically in tears before scrambling up onto his lap as he told you he loved you. Bradley's hands found your belly as you kissed him. 

"I love you too, Daddy," you whispered before he dipped his tongue between your lips to taste himself. Soon you and he would be married. You were pregnant and exhausted and letting him do most of the planning, but it would be great. No matter what happened on your wedding day, it would be perfect. You'd have Bradley and Noah as your family. The baby was healthy. You didn't want to overthink how you belonged here and fit with them. You knew that you did, even when it was hard to see yourself the way Bradley always seemed to. You snuggled against him and said, "I think you're perfect, too."

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I love this family. The next chapter was originally going to be their wedding, but I got some asks about Bradley's bachelor party, and well now I'm intrigued. So there may be one more chapter than I anticipated! If you have DILF Bradley bachelor party thoughts, please let me know. Thanks @mak-32 and @beyondthesefourwalls

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"Revision" - Michael Gavey x Reader

a/n: not REALLY bimbo!reader but reader is bimbo coded, so imagine her however you want babes 🤭 little drabble written for an anon request hehe and a late bday present for my girl @fan-goddess 🩷

Summary: You do your best to distract Michael from revising.

TW: profanity, innuendo, she/her pronouns, afab reader, brat taming, thigh riding, fingering, cockwarming, dom!michael, sub!reader, bimbo coded reader

Word Count: 1,000 words

Rating: 18+, MDNI

Disclaimer: I do not own any of the Saltburn characters nor do I claim to own them. I do not own any of the images used nor do I claim to own them.

Comments, likes, and reblogs are never required but are immensely appreciated 🩷

You have more patience than most when it comes to Michael Gavey. People wonder how you’re able to put up with him, considering the two of you are practically polar opposites. But they don’t realize that is exactly what makes you work. You’re the yin to his yang, for lack of a better term. And you adore your nerdy boyfriend. The way he wears those shirts with the silly math puns on them, his glasses that fog up when he gets a bit too excited, his intelligence. Maths has never been your strong suit, and yet unlike with others, Michael never makes you feel like an idiot about it. He takes his time explaining concepts to you in a way that actually makes sense. 

Of course, at first? He had every desire to make fun of you. You were the quintessential “popular” girl, the kind all the guys want to be with and all the girls want to be. But there was so much more to you. A genuine kindness, an inherent goodness that captured his heart. And when you told him you had a crush on him, an adorable little grin on your face - Michael was convinced that he had to be dreaming.

And now, here you are, two years later, hanging out at his flat. Michael is busy revising for his physics exam while you laze about on his bed, wearing nothing but his tee shirt, the early summer heat already making its way through Oxford. You glance over at Michael, watching as he scribbles away in his notebook, typing like a madman on his laptop. The copy of Vogue you’ve been leafing through has already begun to bore you, so you toss it aside and move to plop yourself in his lap, tugging his face so that it rests on your chest. Michael’s never been able to resist your tits, after all.

True to form, he nuzzles up against you, his face resting against your cleavage, one arm wrapping around your waist while his other hand continues typing away, “Hello, love. What’s got you all needy, hm?”

You pout slightly, wrapping your arms around his neck as you complain, “‘M so bored, Mikey. Aren’t you done yet? You’ve been at this for nearly three hours now! Everyone knows you’re going to get the highest marks in the class without even cracking open a book.”

He chuckles, pushing his glasses up the bridge of his nose and pressing a kiss to your chest, “You’re adorable. You know that? But I really do need to revise.”

“No, you don’t,” you whine pitifully, sick of your boyfriend’s neglect. You move to straddle his lap, completely blocking his view of his laptop, “You need to pay attention to me. Your girlfriend. Who is in your lap right now.”

He arches an eyebrow as you remove his glasses, placing them on yourself, “Well, my girlfriend looks pretty sexy in my glasses, I have to admit.” Michael snatches them back and puts them on once again, maneuvering you back to sit on his thigh, no longer blocking his view, “I swear, love. I’m almost done. Just… Entertain yourself for a few minutes longer, yeah?”

And that’s when a wicked little thought crosses your mind. Michael wants you to entertain yourself? Alright. You’ll fucking entertain yourself. He barely notices at first when you start to ride his thigh, grinding yourself against him. Michael is far too fucking absorbed in his bullshit physics equations to realize that you’re practically humping his knee, whining to yourself like a bitch in heat, wanting nothing more than for him to stop fucking studying and pay attention to you. It’s only when you move your hand to lift the fabric of the shirt you wear ever so slightly and begin circling your pearl with your fingertips, letting out an obnoxiously loud moan of his name.

That’s when Michael’s eyes go wide as he realizes what it is that you’re doing, “B-babe?”

“Fuck, Michael, I want you so bad, baby,” you whimper, playing up every sound for his benefit, “Want that fat cock inside me, baby. Need your hands on my arse, squeezing me, slapping me. Your hand on my throat. Fuck, Mikey…”

If he was half-hard before? He’s definitely hard now. Your ass rubs against his crotch in a way that has him feeling like he’s going to cum in his pants if you keep this up. His coursework finally forgotten, he moves to rest his hands on your hips, helping you ride his thigh, helping you move faster and faster as you chase your peak. He moves one hand to push yours away from your clit, deftly circling it, pressing down with his fingertips, smirking to himself as you cry out his name, soaking his jeans with the evidence of your arousal, your head lolling back against his shoulder as your climax overtakes you.

Your eyes begin to flutter shut, but Michael lightly slaps your face, smirking at you, “Oh, no you don’t. Selfish little thing. Got me all hard and now you want to take a nap? No, sweetheart. You’re going to be a good little girl for me and sit on my cock while I finish revising.”

Your jaw drops, mouth watering ever so slightly at the sight of his length, the tip a red angry color, already weeping pre cum as he lifts you up by the hips, filling your cunt, making you moan. You try to squirm, but Michael lands a harsh slap against your clit, his voice sharp as he reprimands you.

“I said you’re going to sit on my cock. You’re not going to move, you’re not going to come. You’re not going to do anything. You’re going to let me finish revising and then I’ll fuck you all you want, alright? So be a good girl and do as you’re told.”

You frown, sighing slightly, your walls squeezing around him despite his instructions, earning a tremulous exhale from him, “Yes, Daddy.”

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[bro-atz]

sun's out

in which: you and seonghwa are on a picnic and, well, one thing leads to another.

pair: idol!bf!seonghwa/afab!gf!reader

word count: 1.5k

content: smut, public sex, unprotected sex (REMEMBER TO WRAP UP IRL!), nicknames (baby), some cockwarming, hwa feeds you strawberries, completely consensual!

rated: R | nsfw — minors do not interact

author's note: "for my beautiful partner of five years, maya" — @juyofans 2024; and @yunhoszn also requested to be tagged so here you are babes; also, if you're not imagining this fit while you read, you're not imagining right jsyk

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Since he had a couple days to spare in between schedules, Seonghwa decided to make up all the lost time with you by taking you out on a picnic. He told you to wear your prettiest outfit and “make yourself look nice for him”— as if he had to tell you, but seeing the words on the screen from him made all sorts of shivers run down your spine. So, you did your makeup and hair all pretty, and you wore the cutest little sundress that you had been saving for a special occasion— a white one with strawberries all over it— and matching strappy heels before taking off.

The second you saw Seonghwa at the location he texted you to meet him at, you nearly foamed at the mouth. He, with his flattering, black tank top, wide cut black jeans, and black cowboy hat, was stunning. He was so stunning, in fact, you feared that if you looked right at him, you would go blind.

“Seonghwa!” you greeted from afar as you broke into a light jog to get to him.

You jumped into Seonghwa’s outstretched arms, the man immediately giggling as he twirled you around.

“Hi, baby,” he sighed into your ear. He set you down and held your hands as his eyes scanned you up and down, the tips of his ears starting to turn red as he said, “Look at you dressed up all nice and pretty for me… You make me so happy, you know that?"

A faint blush rose to your cheeks. Before you could even gather words in your head to respond, Seonghwa kissed your cheek and led you over to a large tree where he had spread out a picnic blanket, glasses, a bottle of wine, and a picnic basket.

The two of you sat down and talked in hushed tones while sipping on the white wine Seonghwa had expertly chose for your little picnic date, the two of you laughing, smiling, and enjoying the company. It had been so long since the two of you were able to experience a normal date instead of having to sneak over to the ATEEZ dorm or him over to your apartment— it was truly refreshing.

“Oh, I almost forgot,” you suddenly said, slightly startling the man. “I brought something for us.”

You went on all fours and reached for your bag— you had put it on one of the corners of the picnic blanket to keep it down— and started rummaging through it. You wanted to take polaroid pictures with your boyfriend, and you specifically set it aside to bring it for your date, but it seemed like you left it at home because it was nowhere inside your bag. You cursed under your breath and continued to rifle through your bag as if you would magically produce the camera, but that was obviously not going to happen.

While you struggled, Seonghwa, who was at first interested in what you brought, had shifted his attention elsewhere. You had crossed over in front of him, giving you a nice view of your chest, and his mouth was practically foaming when he realized you weren’t wearing a bra or pasties or anything. Fuck, he was rock hard, and he needed to do something about it fast.

You sat up and were about to complain to him about the fact that you left the polaroid at home when you took a look at his dazed face, confusing you slightly.

“Hwa? What’s wrong?”

“C’mere, baby,” he uttered, his hands patting his lap. “Sit.”

You shifted towards him, your legs on either side and straddling him before you lowered yourself slowly onto his lap, your clothed cunt immediately pressing against his stiff crotch— and that’s when you realized the situation. Your body started warming up when Seonghwa placed his hands on your thighs, his fingers slowly slipping the dress upwards, his hands beginning to pet your thighs.

“Hwa,” you breathed out as you tried to push his hands away. “Not here—”

“Do you know what you’re doing to me, baby?” he purred, his nose brushing against your ear. “There’s no way I can wait. I need you right now.”

His hands slid up the bottom of your dress and cupped your asscheeks before clenching tightly, your hands flying to his shoulders to support yourself as you suppressed every single raunchy noise that threatened to leave your lips. You heard him inhale through his teeth before he bit his lip and gazed at you on his lap with hungry eyes.

“Baby, bite down on this for me,” Seonghwa asked softly as he held up the front of your dress by the hem up to your lips.

You did as he asked, giving you the nicest view of your bare breasts, waistline, and tiny thong which was practically useless as it revealed practically everything. Seonghwa ran his tongue over his lower lip as he stared at your body, his hands quickly working on his belt and pants, his cock springing up the second he pushed his underwear down. Before you could formally protest further, he pushed your barely-there-panties aside and slipped his cock in to your soaking wet pussy.

“Wow, look at that,” he whispered teasingly as he felt you tense up around him. “You want this just as much as I do, baby. You’re so fucking wet.”

Seonghwa’s first swear word of the day made tingles run down your spine. It was true— you desperately wanted him ever since you saw him in the distance with that outfit on and the cowboy hat on his head, but it was the fact that he was going to fuck you in public that scared you.

“Don’t worry, baby. This is private property, and even if people show up, they’ll just think we’re being lovey-dovey as long as you stay quiet…” Seonghwa whispered as he read your mind (God, you loved that he knew you so fucking well). “Unless you want everyone to hear you being fucked like a whore.”

Another wave of tingles surfed over your body, making you grip his shoulders even tighter. Blinking through the blurriness of your eyes, you locked eyes with Seonghwa and saw his flushed cheeks and red ears. Your lips got dangerously close to his, only for him to tease you by briefly brushing his lower lip against yours.

“Baby, open up,” he breathed out.

Hesitantly, you opened your mouth, and instead of Seonghwa kissing you, he grabbed a strawberry from the picnic basket and stuck it in between your teeth. Not going to lie, you were confused as hell first, but when you sunk your teeth into the strawberries, you couldn’t help but want more. And so, with his cock deep inside you, you continued to sit on his lap like a good girl and be his cockwarmer as he fed you strawberries.

While he was feeding you, he didn’t hold the strawberry properly, making strawberry juice drip down your lips and chin, little pink dots covering your exposed chest. Without a second to lose, Seonghwa ran his tongue over the juice on your chest before licking a slow stripe from the center of your chest over your collarbones and up your neck and chin before kissing you, his lips and tongue making the remnants of the strawberries taste even sweeter.

“Hwa,” you whined into his mouth as he kissed you hungrily, your hips antsy as you gyrated them against his.

“I got you, baby.”

His hands cupped the underside of your ass and started assisting you as he bounced you gently on his lap, the contact of your hips against his making low, quiet noises. His nose brushed against your neck as he dropped his head, his breathing getting shallower as you rode him at a steady pace, his hips bucking upwards occasionally.

But that wasn’t enough for neither him nor you. You nearly yelped as he leaned forward, knelt, and sat on his knees, his arms wrapping around your waist. His hat fell backwards when you ran your fingers through his hair and tugged at his roots, bringing his head up to look at you. You pressed your lips against his and hugged him tightly as he moved your body with his own sheer strength, his cock somehow going further and further inside you.

“Fuck, baby,” Seonghwa hissed as he broke off the kiss and hugged you to him. “I’m cumming!”

With that, Seonghwa gave you one final thrust before his cock throbbed inside you, his cum spurting inside you and filling you up. His cock remained inside you as the two of you fought to regain your breath, the stars in your eyes immediately clearing— you were so close, but not quite there, filling you with disappointment.

Your gentleman boyfriend, though, knew that you needed just a little more. He smiled gently at you and left a little kiss on the tip of your nose before saying, “Tell you what, baby. If you can keep my load inside you ’til we get back to the house, I’ll eat you out and fuck you until you can’t walk, okay?”

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[astrozuya]

☆ SUNDAY MORNING — hong joshua.

⊹ . ♡ pairings. joshua x male!reader. fluff. 0.7k wc. warnings: established relationship. ࿐ ♡ ˚ .

you've always secretly thought of joshua hong as perfect. logically, you know that humans are messy and imperfect despite however they might appear on the surface, but looking at joshua, you just can't see it.

maybe it's the rose tinted glasses of budding love painting him in a different light, but to you, joshua could never be anything but perfect.

it's a thought that often crosses your mind when you think about your boyfriend, and it's one that presents itself now, as he emerges from the bedroom and stands in the doorway, leaning against the doorframe, smiling sleepily at you.

his hair is fluffy and mussed up, his eyes and skin lit up golden by the sunlight, and when he mumbles out a quiet, "good morning, sweetheart," his voice is a little hoarse and sleepy, though it still has that honeyed quality to it that you've come to know and adore.

you're so lost in affection for him that it isn't until he sits down on the couch next to you that you realize you haven't replied. "good morning," you say quickly, still a little distracted by how pretty he looks. shua likes calling you 'pretty boy', but in your opinion, no one could ever, ever beat shua at being pretty. the word was made for him.

joshua smiles mischievously at you and pulls you onto his lap. his shirtless chest and arms are warm as they close around you. he buries his face into the crook of your neck and mumbles, "what were you thinking about that had you so lost in thought, hm?"

you glance up at him, taking in the warm tones of his skin, the rich brown hues of his eyes, the way the sunlight filtering in through the windows dances across the lines of his face. "you."

shua laughs, a little flustered, and takes your hand in his, threading his fingers through yours. "your flirting is too much for me, prince, i'm swooning."

the nickname is one shua often uses for you, but it still has you melting. you avert your eyes from his and glance instead at the soft material of his sweatpants. "you're one to talk."

joshua grins at that and relaxes into the couch, tightening his grip around you. when you try and get up he frowns and pulls you closer, whining, "no, stay. for a little longer, okay?"

"but shua, it's—"

"sunday morning!" then he adds, "time to relax and cuddle with me. if you try and move, i'll start singing—"

"please, no." you reply flatly. you love shua's voice, but you've gotten sick of hearing sunday morning. you've heard him sing it so many times you could sing it in your sleep. "shua, i have to get up."

"nooo," he whines playfully. "stay, and then i'll make us breakfast later."

you level him with a serious look. "pancakes?"

he nods back, equally serious. "pancakes. with syrup and fruit and everything."

"hmm." you tilt your head to the side playfully, as if considering the offer, even though you know that there's nothing you want more than to stay close to him for eternity. "...alright then."

shua smiles smugly and presses a kiss to your exposed neck. "you look good in my sweatshirt, by the way."

you hadn't even noticed you'd worn his sweatshirt. maybe it had something to do with the uncomfortable restlessness and thoughts running through your head that caused you to wake up early. you'd grabbed his clothes to wear almost unconsciously, seeking comfort in the familiar softness, and the safe scent of joshua's clothes— sunlight and his strawberry shampoo.

"sorry," you start to reply, only for him to cut you off. "it's fine, love. like i said, you look good in it."

"thanks." then you smile at him. "you look good without it."

he gasps dramatically, looking down first at his shirtless chest, then at your playful smile. "y/n, i said i couldn't handle your flirting, are you trying to kill me?"

"but you're a bigger flirt," you counter. he hums and rests his chin on your shoulder. "only with you."

your gaze flickers up to meet his, and he leans in, lips slightly parted, his eyes shimmering with desire.

you angle your head up and press your lips to his, and his hand goes to rest against your back.

it's fine, you suppose. the pancakes can wait.

notes: requested by @haocovr. this req was so cute omg, elio i hope i did ur request justice and that u liked this !!

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[jumexju]

CIRCLES

Fic Type !! : Series / Fluff / Some angst

CW !! : Nothing really

Summary !! : Two worlds collide when Gojo comes across a certain edgy 6-year old & decides he needs a babysitter to care for the kid. As you step into his world, he realizes just how different you are from him. They say opposites attract, but is it really true?

Note !! : I visualized a poc reader while writing this, though it can be read by anyone

WC !! : 2k

✦ MASTERLIST

CHAPTER I

The pitter-patter of the rain could be heard faintly as you looked out the window, trying to drown out the voice of your teacher who was lecturing Satoru for going overboard during a mission, again. The raindrops fell & landed on the window, allowing you to see how they slid across the glass.  You didn’t hate the rain. In fact, it was quite beautiful to you. But you hated getting wet. Soggy socks weren’t exactly an ideal. 

It reminded you of the things you didn’t have. Like new shoes for example. The rain would always find a way to get into your socks through the holes in them, you remembered getting sick in middle school because of it. Your mother didn’t have enough money to buy new ones, so you had to wear those until they eventually wore down to the point you had to get new ones. Thankfully now, your situation has changed. You were a jujutsu Sorcerer now, so you didn’t have to worry that much about money. 

Being the quiet kid meant that you’d overheard conversations quite often. Not because you were trying to eavesdrop, people just tended to forget you were there. 

“So, you need help taking care of the kid?” Shoko lifted a brow at the white haired sorcerer. 

He sighed, “Yeah.. I get called on missions a lot n’ can’t really look after both of them. Plus- They’re menaces. Well, Megumi anyways.” He complained about the kid. 

Shoko tilted her head, taking the lollipop out of  her mouth. “So you need a babysitter?” 

“Basically.” Satoru rested his chin on his palm as he looked out the window, obviously bored. 

“ I think I might know someone.” Shoko said quietly. 

Satoru lit up, “Really?” 

You were about to walk out of the classroom before you heard your name fall off Ieri’s lips. You mentally groaned, you’d heard enough to know exactly where she was going with this. Still, a little extra money couldn’t hurt right? You turned on your heel & faced Shoko. Satoru had an annoying smile on his face. “What's up?” 

“Would you mind helping Satoru babysit?” She put the lollipop back in her mouth, “He’ll pay you.” Shoko added. The both of you had been friends since you were first years so she knew about your siblings & how you’d grown up. She was one of the only people you trusted with that information since you know she wouldn’t mouth off and tell anyone else.  It’s not like you were ashamed, but you’d rather not have a certain rich kid try to use that against you. 

“Really? How much?” You lifted a brow as you crossed your arms. 

“Anything you want, money’s not an issue.” Satoru smirked and finished his can of soda. 

“.. Okay then, give me some time to think about it.” You told him, “I’ll have an answer for you by tomorrow night.” As you slid the door to leave, you felt cold fingers wrap around your wrist. You jolted before looking up & seeing Satoru towering over you. 

Satoru let go of you, “Uh.. Shouldn’t we exchange numbers?” 

You froze, “Oh. Yeah- We probably should..” 

He laughed a little & handed you his phone, you did the same. You pressed in the numbers & saved it, typing your name above it. “Here,” He handed you your phone. 

You took it, your warm fingers brushing against his cold ones. “Thanks,” you said before telling him goodbye and continuing on your way to your dorm.

“She’s a little uptight.” Satoru commented. 

Shoko laughed, “Give her some time, she’ll warm up to you. ..Hopefully.” 

“Hopefully??” 

The ringing of your alarm woke you up, it was 6am. You sighed and rubbed your eyes, despite it being a Saturday, you didn’t want to sleep in today ー you had other, more important things to do. 

Like getting more cheesecake. 

Unfortunately, your love for sweets was greater than the fear of getting a cavity from them. For a while now, cheesecake was a comfort food you often indulged in because it could keep you full & it was also tasty. Ensei’s Bakery always had the best cheesecake. However, when you stepped out of your dorm, phone in hand ー you found yourself within the sights of a certain blue-eyed boy ー Much to your dismay. 

You were going to pretend you didn’t see him walking along the hall until-

“_____!” He called after you with the playful smile he always wore. 

You stopped in your tracks, looking back at him as he caught up with you. “..Gojo.” You lifted a brow, wondering what his business with you was. You told him you'd text him tonight didn’t you? 

“No need for formalities, just call me Satoru.” He smiled as he walked beside you. “Okay..” You said with a little hesitation in your tone. “So.. What do you want?” You looked up at him, still skeptical that a guy like him would actually choose to be near you. It’s not that you had low self-esteem, not at all. It’s just that well, it was unusual for you to be with someone so popular. You mainly kept to yourself so it felt weird to you. 

He chuckled, “Where’re you going?” 

“Ensei’s Bakery.” you answered curtly.

“Really? I’m going there too.” He smiled to himself. Though you were a little rough around the edges, Satoru tried not to make it personal. You were probably like this with new people, just like Shoko said. 

(Newsflash : Shoko didn’t say that. You just were caught off guard by his ‘friendliness’ towards you.)  

“I heard the cheesecake there was good so I’m checking it out.” He looked down at you, his boyish smile still painted on his face. You looked up at him, his words seemed to brighten up your uptight mood. 

It was one of the first times he saw you smile. 

You looked ahead, “Yeah the cheesecake there is exceptional. Creamy but not too heavy. It’s good.” Your fingers fidgeted with the keys in your pocket. 

“What do you recommend?” He asked curiously. 

Your brows furrowed a little as you thought about it. He noticed the way you brought your thumb up absentmindedly while you contemplated your answer. “Mm.. The Red Velvet one is really good.. But the Chocolate one is good too.. That's a difficult question..” You mumbled that last part, a little embarrassed at how you were letting yourself ramble in front of him.  “My favorite is the one with both Strawberry & chocolate though.” you told him. 

He teased you about your sweet tooth & kept the conversation going with you as you two walked. He asked about your family but your answers remained vague, he guessed it was just a sensitive topic so he left it alone. Soon enough, you two reached Ensei’s Bakery. Satoru held the door open for you, you thanked him for the gesture and as soon as you stepped in, you could smell the sweet aroma of baked goods ー it was heavenly to you. 

It seemed to appeal to Satoru as well, evident by the expression of bliss on his face. “Look, the cheesecakes are over here,” You pulled on his sleeve softly. His eyes widened behind his shades as he glanced at all the different cakes & sweets in the glass casing. 

“There’s so many to choose from..” His smile was almost infectious, you could feel the corners of your lips lifting up. “That's the one I like,” you pointed at your preferred Cheesecake on display. “I see why, It looks good..” 

“____!”

You turned around, looking for who had called your name. You smiled when you saw Keisha, one of your friends from childhood. “Isha, Hi!” You walked up to the counter where she was working. 

“How are you?” She asked with a warm smile. Her light brown skin bathed in the warm light as she walked around the counter to give you a hug. “I’m good,” you answered as you returned her hug, “How’re you?” She told you she was well before leaning close to you and whispering, “Who’s that? He’s cute..” She giggled as you lifted a brow. “Cute..?” You chuckled dryly, “You mean Gojo?” 

“Is he your boyfriend or something?” She nudged you playfully. 

“Don’t kid yourself, he’s your new customer.” you joked. You couldn’t really imagine ever being close to a guy like him. 

“Really?” 

“Maybe,” you shrugged and went over to Satoru, “You know what you want?” 

He leaned back up, “Yeah.” You followed him to the counter, Keisha smiling as the tall man walked over to where she was at. His smile was bright. 

“Hello, what can I get you?” Keisha shot a smile at you who stood beside him. 

“Hi,” he greeted your friend warmly, “Can I get one of everything?” 

You eyed the bags hanging off Gojo’s arms, a little impressed at his ability to spend that much. ‘I guess the rumors really were true..’, you thought to yourself as you tried not to make it obvious you were staring. Unfortunately, Gojo was a keen observer. 

He smirked. “Do I really look that good? You keep staring at me so I’m assuming I do.” 

You scoffed and looked off to the side as you both crossed the street. “Whatever helps you sleep at night.” You half-joked. “Why’d you spend so much? You could always come back y’know.” 

“Money’s not a problem for me.” 

You glared at him. It was like he was flaunting his money. “Clearly.” you muttered, then sighed. You couldn’t really say anything to that. It wasn’t like it was his fault you weren’t born into a rich family like he was, so why should you be ticked off that he had more than enough money? 

You were envious though. 

It was hard not to be. 

Soon enough, you two were back at Jujutsu Tech. The walk there was mostly silent, save for a few bits of small talk. As you were about to depart from him, he stopped you. His large, warm hand on your shoulder. 

“..?” You looked back at him. 

“Here.” He handed you a box of one of the cheesecakes he had gotten. You hesitated taking it from him but it was okay since he was offering, right? 

“.. What’s the catch?” you narrowed your eyes at him. 

“Nothing?” He laughed, “Just thought it’d be polite to show some courtesy to my future babysitter.” His smile shone brighter than diamonds.  

“How do you know I’ll even say yes?” You deadpanned as your hands held the box of cheesecake. 

“I know you won’t say no.” 

As much as you hated him being right ー He was right. You didn’t say no to his offer. To be fair, you were going to be compensated so that was the upside to this whole thing. You untied your bonnet and freshened up your hair, staring at yourself in the mirror as you got ready to go meet the kids you were going to babysit. 

You only hoped they weren’t too annoying. 

Gojo headed to your dorm, it was around the time he told you he was going to pick you up and he thought it best to be early. It wouldn’t exactly look right for him to show up late, right? He absentmindedly scrolled on his phone as he waited outside your dorm room, patiently waiting for you to come out. 

And when you did, he couldn’t really believe it. 

You looked.. Different.

“You..” His eyes widened behind his shades as he looked at you, your black maxi dress showing off your physique. The vintage necklaces on your neck styled beautifully matched with your earrings and the bangles on your wrists. They added the right pop of color that contrasted your dress.

“You’re early.” You didn’t pay much attention to his reaction, “We should get going. It’s not exactly good parenting to leave kids on their own, Gojo.” 

He caught up to you, walking beside you as he led you to Ijichi’s car. “You look nice.” There was a ghost of redness on his cheeks if you looked hard enough. To say that Gojo was stunned at your ‘casual’ look was an understatement. This was a deep contrast to how you usually dressed. Granted, Jujutsu Tech did require you to wear a uniform so it was rare to see anyone in different clothing. Nevertheless, it was hard to miss someone who looked as good as you. 

Especially when you did it so effortlessly. 

“Thank you.” A small smile tugged at your lips as you took his compliment. Gojo opened the door for you, getting in beside you as Ijichi drove you to Gojo’s apartment. “So, Megumi and Tsumiki huh?” you asked, “Two girls? You must have your work cut out for you, Gojo.” A soft chuckle made its way out of your mouth.

“Girls?” Gojo lifted a brow, “Oh- No, Megumi’s a boy.” He corrected you, laughing a little. 

“He’s a boy..??” you laughed at the revelation, “Did his parents name him?” 

He laughed along with you. Seeing as Megumi wasn’t exactly a boy's name, your reaction was appropriate. “His father did, I think.” Gojo replied. “It was his father who told me about him actually.” 

This piqued your curiosity, “Did he ask you to take him in?” 

“No. He told me his son would be sold to the Zenin’s and to do what I wanted with that information.” Gojo explained. “I decided that I'd train the kid instead.” 

“That’s awfully nice of you,” you joked as you looked out of the window, “What happened to his dad?” 

“.. I killed him.” His tone wasn’t lively like before.

This caused a crease to form in between your eyebrows. It seemed to be a sensitive topic, you decided not to touch on it any further. Maybe Shoko would tell you. 

“.. I see.” 

“We’re here.” Gojo perked up, not wanting to ruin the mood with the story of how or why the kid’s father died. You thanked Ijichi before leaving the car, Gojo had opened the door for you of course. “So what’re they like?” You asked Gojo, a bit nervous to meet them since you didn’t know how they’d react to someone new. 

“Tsumiki’s a ray of sunshine, Megumi on the other hand is a little reserved but he’ll warm up to you eventually.” He said with a smile. Gojo seemed more animated whenever he spoke about his adoptive kids. He seemed to have an ambition to shape them. 

Maybe Gojo wasn’t entirely as bad as you thought. 

The jingle of Gojo’s keys was heard as he took them out to unlock the door. Once it was open, you walked in to see the place completely empty. It was huge, you weren’t even sure you could call it an apartment. “This is where you live??” You were in awe at the spacious kitchen and the pristine-looking living room.

“Yeah?” Gojo chuckled before calling out for the kids. “Megumi! Tsumiki! I have someone I’d like you to meet!” 

“What if they’re sleeping?” You asked as you looked up at Gojo. 

He shrugged, “Well now they aren’t,” 

“‘Cuz of your yelling,” 

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” He went to the kitchen, deciding they’d probably come out when they were ready. “Want somethin’ to drink?” 

“You got cranberry juice?” 

“That’s oddly specific.” He remarked as he opened the fridge. “But yeah, I do.” 

You sat on the stool by the counter, patiently waiting for the kids to magically appear. Unfortunately, this allowed your thoughts to run rampant. Like, what if they didn’t like you? What if they never warmed up to you? You snapped out of it when Gojo handed you a glass of cranberry juice. “Thanks.” 

Right before you were going to take a sip, you felt a tug on your dress. 

“Who’re you?” 

Below, next to you, was a small kid with black hair that stuck up. He had a defensive look on his face. You guessed this would be Megumi. 

“I’m _______. Your new babysitter.” 

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[shiftingparadise]

Yuji x Reader: You're staying

Hi guys, this one's about Yuji taking care of you when you're drunk. All characters are grown up. Enjoy reading 🤍✨

Warnings: none it's just fluffy and Yuji's really sweet <3

Word count: 2623

“Are you serious?”, Yuji’s sighed. “Yeah. She needs to go. She can barely stand”, Nobara turned her phone away from you, “But she doesn’t want to leave. You’ll probably need to drag her out of here”. “Don’t worry. I’m on my way”, Yuji put down his phone before starting his car. 

—-

“Let’s see who’ll give up first”, you smirked as you took another shot. “Oh? You sure you want to do this with me?”, the man smiled. 

God, Yuji couldn’t take this. You were drunk and flirting with a random guy who probably wanted nothing more than to take advantage of you. And why were you wearing that dress? Your breasts were practically falling out of the thin fabric… 

“Enough”, Yuji angrily grabbed your glass. “What’s wrong?”, the man grabbed his shoulder, “I’m sure she can take care of herself”. 

If you weren't struggling to stand, Yuji would have punched that idiot in the face, but you were his priority now. He just needed you to be safe.

“She obviously can’t. You realize this man is twice your age, right?”, Yuji’s eyes never left you. “F-fuck off Yuji”, you drunkenly hiccuped, “T-toji’s really nice and kind”. “Are you really that stupid? You know damn well what he’s after”. “So? I-it’s none of your business!”, you pushed him away. “I think it’s best if you leave”, an awful smirk on the man’s face, “She’s a grown woman”. 

Fuck, you could be so frustrating sometimes. He just wanted you to be safe. Was it that hard for you to see? 

“Fine”, he chuckled, “Have fun with that idiot over here”. The man stayed quiet, a defiant look in his eyes before he pulled you behind him. “Who is that kid? Is he your boyfriend or something?”. “No, of course not!”, you pulled a disgusted face as Yuji walked to Nobara. She’d been watching everything from a distance. 

His heart ached a little at your remark. Would it be so bad if he was your boyfriend? Would you rather have strange men groping-

“Shit”, Nobara sighed as she pinched the space between her brows. “What?”, Yuji angrily followed her gaze. He could see the man’s hand gliding down to your ass, softly pinching the soft flesh before he decided to leave it there.

This wasn’t going to happen. You were leaving, right this second. 

“Fuck Y/N!”, Yuji angrily pulled you toward him, “You’re coming with me”. “She doesn’t want to leave, right sweetheart?”. “Don’t you dare touch her again”, Yuji balled his fists. He didn’t care if he was going to get kicked out. He wasn’t leaving you here with that pervert. “Y-yuji!”, you tried to stand up straight but the booze had made your brain foggy. “Shut up”, he swooped his arm behind your knees as he lifted you from the ground. “Leave her”, the stranger grabbed Yuji’s shoulder again. 

Okay. This was it. He was going to punch that idiot. 

However, Nobara had done the sensible thing and informed the bouncer of your little dispute. “Is there a problem?”. “That pervert here is groping on her body while she’s clearly drunk”, Yuji held you close to him, ignoring your drunken pleas to stay. The bouncer looked at Toji before turning back to Yuji, “She’s your friend?”. “Hm”, he held you even closer. “Think it’s best if he takes her home”, the bouncer looked at the older man. “Whatever”, Toji smirked, “Enough chicks in here anyway”. “Nobara, you staying?”, Yuji tried his hardest to ignore the stranger. “Yeah, called Maki. She’s coming”. “M-maki? N-now I want to stay too!!!”, you dropped your head, looking at the world upside down.

Yuji gritted his teeth in response. How could you be so reckless? You told him you weren’t going to get drunk. It was supposed to be a fun night with your friends, but you had to overdo it. 

“Happy now?”, the pink-haired boy gently fastened your seatbelt. “Nobara’s worried sick about you”. “S-she’s boring”, a drunken hiccup. “No. She knows when she’s had enough. Unlike you”. “H-hey! L-let me out! I want to go back!”, you tried to open your door. “You’re not going anywhere”, he started his car, “Just close your eyes or something”. 

The drive home didn’t go smoothly. No. You had to keep complaining. Saying he’d kidnapped you, yelling at him, telling him that it wasn’t his business… 

“H-hey this isn’t my place! I-it’s yours!”, you folded your arms, making it even harder for your friend to get you out of his car. “You’re not sleeping alone”. “Exactly! I’m calling t-that guy from the bar-“. 

Yuji had been patient with you, despite your accusations, but he’d had enough. 

“Enough”, he roughly picked you up, carrying you inside. “You’re staying here, got it?”, he tried to be as kind as possible while laying you down on his bed, but your kicking and scolding made such a simple task impossible. 

He’d never seen you like this. Sure, you were always a pain in the ass when you were drunk, but not like this. You were always kind to him, maybe even more than when you were sober. 

“Fuck Y/N. Can’t you see I’m just trying to help you? Why are you acting like this?”, his eyes round in surprise. “Because you kidnapped me! It’s none of your business who I sleep with and-“. “Sleep with?”, a soft chuckle, “You really wanted to sleep with that guy?”. “So? He was handsome-“. “Handsome? Is that all it takes for you to open your legs?”. 

He was harsh. Too harsh. It wasn’t his place to say something like that, but... Well, to be honest... He did have a little crush on you. Okay, not just a little, and even though it was hard to admit, it hurt when you said something like that. 

“Get out”, you almost whispered. He knew he fucked up when he noticed the shift in your tone. “I didn’t mean it like that”, his voice soft now. “Get out Yuji”, a last warning. “Fine”, he clenched his jaw, “Pretend I’m the bad guy for keeping you safe”. “Safe? You just ruined my entire night!”. “I’m sorry that I fucked up your one-night stand. How could I be so rude?”, he sarcastically replied. “You know that guy was at least 40, right? He could’ve drugged you, hurt you, done all kinds of things with you-“. “Just leave me alone!”, drunken tears now streaming down your cheek, “I hate you. I hate you. I hate you”. 

“Hate?”, he smacked his lips as his heart shattered. 

“You always do this. You always ruin my chances with everyone. Why? Why do you do that?”. 

T-that wasn’t right. He never… But he did, didn’t he? Every time you went out. Every time he saw you were clinging onto a boy’s arm, every time you looked at a boy with something more in your eyes… He always swooped in, pretending to save you, but you were a grown woman, and he was only your friend. 

“I never meant to-“. “You know?”, you interrupted him, “If you had the balls to ask me out, I probably would’ve said yes. In fact-“, you sat up straight before continuing. “I’ve waited for months but you never asked me and it’s fine, you know? You don’t have to ask me out, but you can’t just ruin everything else for me”. 

Yuji could do nothing but watch as tears kept rolling down your cheek onto his sheets. 

“When have I ever done the same? I’ve watched how you’ve kissed random girls in the club, or when you’re out on another date… And I’ve never complained, not once, because I want you to be happy”. “B-but that guy was a pervert-“, he tried to intervene. “B-but but but”, you angrily raised your voice, “There’s always an excuse”.

What were you even telling him right now? That you feel the same? 

“Y/N-“, he tried to come closer. “No, stay away!”, you angrily threw your heels toward him. 

God, he hated this. This was the last thing he wanted. 

“Fine”, he raised his hands, “Just let me know if there’s anything you need, okay?”. 

He waited for a response but when he realized he wasn’t getting one, he just left. It was needless to say that he couldn’t find sleep. He tried over and over again to understand what just happened, but he couldn’t wrap his mind around your behavior. 

“I fucked up, didn’t I?”, he murmured to himself before he sat down on his couch. 

He wasn’t a bad guy. At least, that’s what he thought but when he saw you like that… The way you cried, the hate in your eyes… It’s true, he never asked you out but that was because he never thought you’d like him back. He wasn’t your type. You always used to whisper to Nobara how much you adored Megumi, how cute he was, and how much you liked him… He always thought you liked his best friend instead of him.

“4 AM?”, Yuji’s heart sank to his stomach. He was worried about you. 

One look wouldn’t hurt. Just to make sure you were safe and sound. What if you had thrown up? That was dangerous, right? Yes. Just one quick look into his room just to be sure.

He opened his door as gently as possible. The last thing he wanted to do was wake you up. “Y/N?”, his heart shattered as he could hear your silent sobs. 

Were you still awake?

“Y/N?”, he repeated at a lack of response. “W-what?”, you softly replied. “Why are you crying? Is everything alright?”. “I’m not crying. I’m fine”, you lied as you pulled the sheets closer to your face. All in a futile attempt to hide your tears. “You’re not”, Yuji softly sat down beside you, one hand resting on your waist as he signaled you to roll over. “What’s wrong?”, he gently pulled the sheets away from your face as he hovered over you. “I just don’t get it”, you rolled over, your face now buried into his lap. “What?”. “Why haven’t you asked me out? Is something wrong with me? Am I not pretty enough? Not smart enough? What have I done wrong?”. 

He stayed quiet for a bit. He didn’t want to say something to upset you, but he wasn’t sure this was a conversation to be held right now. You were obviously still drunk. 

“You can’t even answer”, you broke down again. “N-no”, he awkwardly placed his arm around you, “I like you, you know that”. 

“Just as a friend?”. 

A sudden panic rose to his head. You wouldn’t ask something like this when you were sober. 

“Not exactly”, he awkwardly shifted his back. “S-so more than a friend?”, your sobs suddenly stopped. “Y/N-“, he tried to change the topic of the conversation but you wouldn’t let him. “Yes or no?”. “Yes”, he shyly replied, his gaze fixed on his window. “Then why haven’t you asked me out?”. “Because I thought you liked Fushigoro”. “Megumi?”, your brows pulled together. “Yeah”, he massaged the back of his neck. “N-no he’s like a brother to me”, you looked up at Yuji. Even in the darkness of the night seemed his eyes to shine. He always had this spark to him, something he never lost. “Look, we’ll talk about this in the morning. When you’re sober and-“, his heart stopped when he felt your soft hand on his wrist. “Y/N?”, he nervously chuckled as his cheeks reddened. 

He normally wasn’t this flustered. He could pick up girls and rarely failed to do so if he wanted, but you were different. He cared about you. Somehow you made him feel a little lost. 

“I never wanted to go with that guy”, your voice steady, “I wanted Nobara to call you”. “Huh?”, he knitted his brows in confusion. “I wanted to see you, to make you jealous”, your cheeks now cherry red. “But-“. “I’m in love with you, okay?”, you finally raised your eyes. 

God, he tried to process what you told him, to figure this all out but… 

“Fine”, you clenched your jaw, “If you’re not going to do it…”. “W-what?”. 

He didn’t like this. The way his heart fluttered, the way his face felt like it was on fire… 

His eyes went round as your hands cupped his cheeks, your lips suddenly on his. 

This wasn’t right. He was supposed to kiss you, not the other way around… He didn’t want you to feel unsure, to think he didn’t want this.

So, without thinking twice, he let his hands explore your body. As gentle and careful as possible, of course. He wasn’t a savage. He respected you. His digits exploring the fabric of your little, black dress… Only slowing down when he felt your bare skin. 

Yes. He wanted more. So much more. Especially when you sat up a little straighter, your arms wrapped around his neck, singing cute, whimpering noises into his ear… He knew you wanted more too. You made it so clear when you guided his hands to your curves… 

“Slow down”, he sweetly smiled. “W-why?”, you sounded out of breath. “Because we’re not going to take this further. Not now”. “You don’t think I’m pretty enough?”, your eyes suddenly hanging low. “Are you crazy?”, he cupped your cheeks, forcing you to look into his eyes. “You’re more than perfect but I respect you too much. We’re not doing this when you’re drunk”. “B-but I’m not drunk anymore!”, you protested. “Not as drunk”, Yuji corrected you. “Look, just get out of your dress. You can sleep in my shirt”. “But Yuji-“. “I’m serious”, his tone a bit harsher than usual. “You need to get some rest. Come here”. 

He gently picked you up as he walked to his bathroom. 

“Here, you can brush your teeth”, he grabbed a new toothbrush from his cabin. “Thanks Yuji”. “And here”, he happily handed you one of his shirts, “Call me if you need anything”. 

He waited patiently for you as he put on shorts and a shirt to sleep in. Yuji made sure your dress and shoes were neatly tucked away in his closet as he laid out a sweatshirt for you to wear in the morning. It tended to get a little cold in his apartment at this time of the year and -

His thoughts stopped as you suddenly stood before him, looking way too cute in his shirt. “Thanks”, you sweetly smiled as you noticed he’d neatly tucked your belongings in his closet.

His shirt was way too big, and it didn’t fit you at all. Yet, it somehow fitted you better than anyone else. His shirt had never looked so good on someone, not even on himself. 

“D-don’t worry”, a nervous chuckle. “Night Yuji”, you gently kissed his cheek before crawling under his sheets. “Goodnight”, he tried to take his eyes away from you but failed to do so. “What are you waiting for?”, one of the sweetest whispers he’d ever heard. “Huh?”. “Come here, silly”, you opened the sheets as you made room for him. “I-I already told you-“. “I just want to cuddle”, you giggled. “O-oh right”, he nervously scratched the back of his neck. 

Your body felt so warm, so soft, so … God, you were driving him crazy. You fitted perfectly into his arms. 

“Night, Itadori”. “Itadori?”, he murmured as his nose was already pressed into your hair; taking in your sweet scent. 

You never called him by his first name; no one did. 

“Don’t want to be like anyone else anymore”, you shuffled even closer. “You never were”, he tightened his grip around your waist, “You’ve always been special to me”.

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𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐢𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 ┆ 𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮

ઇ ˚ ݂ ֹ ꒰ miguel o’hara 𝓍 fem!civilian!reader ꒱ ! ۟ ׅ ♡

˒ ♡ ៸៸𓂃  𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚  ˖ ׁ ⁩ .ᐟ  after reconciling your feelings for miguel, you have to confess and you don’t give a shit anymore.

˒ ♡ ៸៸𓂃  𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕  ˖ ׁ ⁩ .ᐟ  angst, fluff, slight violence, jealousy, love confessions, arguments, swearing, slapping (only once and not in a sexual manner), making out, suggestive at the end 【 mdni 】

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it’s been 5 days of heartbreak and it still fucking hurts. it’s a wound that will take a long time to heal, unsure how long or if it’ll ever heal. you try your hardest to forget but it still lingers in your heart, your shattered heart caused by that asshole.

while still suffering a broken heart, life didn’t pause. work has been your main priority, mainly as a distraction but it’s still your responsibility and life. coworkers still showed concern but didn’t want to overwhelm you with their pity. you’re still mopey but not entirely gloomy like a few days ago. the sarcasm and jokes return, your usual self. coworkers and even your boss were happy to see you like that. you may still be hurting inside but laughing and talking with your coworkers does put a smile on your face.

as you back up your tote bag prepared to leave, someone calls out your name. swiftly turning around, your eyes land on a coworker. tall brunette, probably around 5’11 or 6’0, got some muscle but not super jacked, usually wears glasses but seems to be wearing contacts, and a light beard.

“oh hey, enzo.” you offer a soft smile.

he mirrors your smile as approaches you. “hey, how are you? you doing okay?” a hint of concern laced in his tone, head tilted a little.

“eh, not so shitty like before.” you shrug. “but i appreciate you asking, truly.” a smile graces your lips.

the male nods slowly, rubbing the back of his neck with one hand. he seems to be a bit nervous which confuses you a little. “i know you’re going through something right now and you don’t have to agree!” he reassured in a nervous tone.

you raise a brow at him with a tiny smile, knowing where this is going but you want him to say it. to be honest, enzo kinda looks cute when he’s nervous.

“i just wanted know if you… if you wanna grab lunch together?”

oh. your eyes perk up.

enzo keeps rubbing his neck, a bashful smile gracing his lips as he speaks. “there’s this diner that recently opened and i know you’re a sucker for diners so… i thought you wanna try it out with me.” his eyes finally meet yours, anxiously waiting for your answer.

he’s asking you on a date.

honestly, you’re not sure if you’re up for dating considering you’re dealing with a heartbreak, despite that it wasn’t even a real relationship. enzo is a sweet guy, respectful and smart, also attractive. you two shared tiny conversations from time to time.

would one date hurt?

fuck it, why not.

“okay sure, i’ll love to.” you answer with a smile.

enzo’s eyes widen drastically. “wait, really?” he couldn’t hold back a dorky smile.

you chuckle at his reaction. “yes.”

“okay, cool!” he clears his throat after realizing how overly excited he was. “tomorrow at noon? i’ll pick you up. does that work for you?”

you nod with a little smile. “works perfectly.”

afterwords, enzo offered to drive you home, despite your many objections. the man continues to surprise you, opening the door for you like a gentleman. you say your goodbyes with a wave before heading inside your apartment building, enzo watching to make sure you enter in safely before driving away.

reality hits you when you open the door, you have a date with a coworker tomorrow.

welp, can’t be moping forever.

but little did you know a pair of scarlet eyes observing everything from an orange monitor, miles and miles away in a tall building.

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it’s been 5 days and miguel still feels like shit. his already damaged heart still hurting. his workaholic antics grew worse, almost participating in every mission just to stop his mind from thinking of you. however, it fails every time. miguel still occasionally checks up on you through the monitor he has of your street and apartment building. those ruby eyes follow your tiny figure when you walk to and from work. sometimes he really wishes you’d drive instead but he knows you like to walk, despite the heels you would wear sometimes. even though it’s not the same to see you in person, watching and protecting you through a screen he’ll accept, as long as he still sees you, still apart of his life even from far away.

observing the monitor, his thick brows furrowed when your tiny figure doesn’t appear on screen. he saw you heading to work, why aren’t you returning home? those thoughts pause when a car pulls up to your apartment building. his eyes narrow in confusion until he saw a familiar face popping out of the car. you, stepping out of the car with the help of some guy miguel has never seen before.

his face turns into a frown at the sight. who the hell is that guy? miguel doesn’t like what he’s seeing. with the touch of his fingers, he zooms in to get a clear look at this guy. his heart sinks as he watches you smile at this random wimp. when you wave at him with that same smile then head inside, miguel lowers his head in disbelief. his heart stings.

it was only a matter of time until another man waltzed in to capture your heart. a replacement much. and miguel hated it, being replaced so easily.

but what if he’s overthinking? maybe that guy is simply a friend. offering you a ride home is a kind gesture from a friend. that seems reasonable. there is nothing more than that, right? just friends.

oh miguel thought completely wrong.

that same guy pulls up to your apartment building the next day and waits outside. hunched over his desk, miguel observes through suspicious eyes, pondering what this guy’s intentions are. then, his heart drops. you step out of the building, wearing a cute white dress along with a pair of little heels. a matching white bow in your hair and a bit more makeup to emphasize your appearance than usual.

you look so fucking beautiful. that little white dress makes your appearance so angelic. as you walk, it’s like an angel stepping onto earth from heaven.

his mind starts racing. why are you dressed up so nicely? then, realization kicks in.

you’re going on a date.

miguel’s heart breaks, more than it already has been. with an aching chest, he watches the guy open the passenger door for you like a gentleman. well, at least he’s treating you well. those crimson eyes follow the tiny vehicle until the screen vanishes with a trap of his finger. miguel couldn’t watch anymore. the sight of you all dolled up for a man that isn’t him, going out with him, leaves an aching feeling in miguel’s heart. he shouldn’t be acting like this, he knows that. you were never his and he was never yours. but why does it feel like it was?

it was a simple friendship, nothing more. yet, his heart says differently. you were more than just a friend, more than a regular civilian. it was more because miguel’s heart would beat so damn fast whenever you’re near. when you look up at him with those pretty doe eyes. when you smile or laugh, it brightens up his day in a heartbeat.

miguel has been infatuated with you since.

and now he lost you because of his own actions.

“miguel, you coming?” the familiar voice of jessica snaps him out of those sorrowful thoughts.

taking a deep breath through his nose, miguel shuts off the monitors and hops off the platform. “yes, let’s move it.” with a tap to his gizmo, a colorful portal appears in front of him. he walks through it, his colleague following him to join the others for the mission. those images of you with that guy consumes his mind. this mission will distract him.

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the diner is super cute and vintage. it’s 50s themed, teal chairs and tables with pink walls. you and enzo sit in a booth in the far corner. glancing at the menu, you decide to choose the basic choice. a classic cheeseburger with a shake of your favorite flavor. enzo orders the same, much to your surprise.

“hey, i need to use the restroom real quick. i’ll be right back.” enzo said as he gets up from the booth.

“okay.” you hum with a light smile as you watch him walk away, leaving you alone.

the background music keeps you entertained. classic 50s music. pulling out your phone, you scroll on social media while waiting for enzo’s return. scrolling through through numerous videos of memes and other stuff, you come across a video of a couple. it’s shows cute moments between them. their relationship seems to be so sweet, honest and true. the way the man treats his lady with caring touches, gazing at her with hearts in his eyes. how she reciprocates those feelings and gestures. the cute hugs and kisses. they seem so deeply in love.

you can’t help but imagine you and miguel in those scenarios. oh shit — miguel. you thought of miguel while watching that video. it brought tears to your eyes as you remember all the moments between you and miguel. the hangouts at your apartment. the first night he hung out and you two shared coffee. him stopping by one day to make sure you didn’t get into trouble and snacked on a concha with you. the unforgettable rainy night when you switched him up. the day he dogsit daisy, giving you a tulip as a thank you gift for helping him. hanging out at HQ.

you didn’t even realize a tear trailing down your cheek, slightly ruining your blush. wiping it away with the back of your hand, you hope no one saw.

that’s when you finally realize.

you love miguel.

no matter how hard you try to forget him, now matter how pissed you are at him, he constantly on your mind, in your heart. you love him.

you finally allow your heart to speak for you.

that’s when you tell yourself again: fuck it.

getting out of the booth, you make a beeline to the door. enzo returns from the restroom, perfect timing. he watches you in confusion as he approaches you.

“hey. what’s going on?” he asks, slightly concerned.

“i’m so sorry, enzo. something came up and i gotta go. i’m so sorry for wasting your time and going through this effort for me.” you flash him an apologetic smile before bolting out the door, leaving the male confused and a bit heartbroken.

part of you feels guilty for leaving enzo hanging like that, ditching him to go find another man. you’d have to explain to him one day.

right now, you’re focused on finding miguel.

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passing through the streets, you make your way back to your apartment so you can take your car to HQ. as you make pace, you hear faint sounds of webbing and kicking from a distance. looking up at the rooftops, you find several figures in a fight with some lizard creature. familiar hues of red and dark blue captures your eyes, your heart skipping a beat. without wasting a second, you bolted to the building and go up the stairs of the fire escape. as you make it to the rooftop, it’s a full blown asskicking scene.

your eyes immediately land on the lizard creature, who’s being punched and kicked by two spider-people, ben and hobie. looking around, you find the one man who’s been infiltrating your mind nonstop.

“peter, aim for his head!” the classic shouting from miguel never surprises anyone. he was too occupied with the anomaly to notice your presence from afar.

“i’m trying!” poor peter b. tries following his orders, aiming for the lizard’s head with his webs.

as the asskicking continues, you make your way over with a frown. stopping at a few feet away from the chaos, you yell out with much anger.

“hey, asshole spiderman!”

that familiar voice makes him freeze, shoulders and back tensed. the one voice that’s been haunting him for days. very slowly, miguel turns around to see you standing a few feet away. his pupils dilate drastically, mouth agape underneath his mask. there you are, standing in front of him in all of your glory for the first time in five days. five fucking days of purgatory. there you are, wearing that beautiful white dress that makes you appear like an angel. miguel can feel his heart pounding in his chest.

adoration was replaced with concern because you’re in the middle of a fight. he doesn’t want you to get hurt again. no fucking way that’s happening.

“what the hell are you doing here?!” miguel exclaimed, the eyes of his mask widen in shock. “you need to get out of here, now!”

you stand your ground, frowning. “i’m not going anywhere until we talk!”

miguel stares at you in pure disbelief. “you need to go! i’m not asking you!”

“well too bad! i’m staying right here!” you fold your arms across your chest, standing in your sassy posture as you glare at him.

jesus christ. you’re so fucking stubborn and kinda stupid. he runs a hand over his face, sighing out of frustration. the last thing he needs is arguing with you, especially during a mission.

“why?! why can’t you just listen to me for one second?!” his mask disintegrates, revealing his pissed off face. “why are you here?!”

“porque té quiero, you pinche puto!”

your confession echos, leaving everyone speechless, even the fucking lizard variant. you stand there staring at him with bloodshot eyes, chest heaving due to heavy breathing. miguel stares back with wide eyes, a shocking expression illustrated on his face.

you love him?

miguel can’t comprehend those words. you actually love him? you love him, a chaotic man like him? you share the same love, feelings he has for you? his heart began beating faster, a sign of love.

the fat silence makes you feel a bit awkward, considering you just confessed your love in front of everyone. it was even more awkward since miguel didn’t respond or uttered a single word, only staring at you with those gorgeous crimson eyes. rubies staring into your own eyes, glistening in the sunlight.

you roll back your shoulders awkwardly. “okay, bye.”

swiftly turning around to walk away from embarrassment, you take one step before something wraps around your waist and yanks you backwards, twirling you in the process. a gasp erupts from your throat as you collide with a wall or at least something sturdy. feeling breathless, you quickly look up to find miguel towering over you, one hand wrapped securely around your waist, holding you close to his chest with no space between you two.

“cabrón.” you playfully hit his chest with a fist, knowing it doesn’t affect him but you’re pissed so.

he gazes down at you with pure adoration, heart beating faster than ever. he’s been wanting to do that for so long just to see your pissed off expression. definitely worth the wait. the corner of his lip curls up, forming into a smirk. just as your lips part open to say something else, miguel stops you by quickly leaning down and smash his lips against yours.

the moment you two have been yearning for.

you finally get to feel those plump lips. damn they feel nice, you melt into the kiss. miguel, on the other hand, is on cloud fucking nine. your lips taste so sweet, just like he imagined. god your lips are addictively sweet and soft, something that leaves a man yearning for more. your lipgloss sticks into his lips but he doesn’t give a shit. he tilts his head to deepen the kiss, earning a soft moan from you. it feels like it’s just you two, the rest of the world doesn’t exist like a blur. just two people intertwining their souls in a lovely moment. the sunset is a cherry on top, illuminating a dreamy scenery.

the dreamy scenery fades away at the sounds of whistling from the distance. an annoyed groan escapes miguel’s lips as you part away to look at the other spider-people from across. peter has the biggest shit eating grin, rooting for you two while mayday giggles in the baby carrier. jess simply smiles at you two, feeling like a proud mom. ben is dumbfounded by the sight, jaw dropped and eyes popping out of his face. hobie just smirks, winking at you. he’s finally glad you two got your shit together. they all got the memo, mainly due to miguel’s heavy glare, and leave through the portal with the captured lizard variant, leaving you and miguel alone.

“i—“ he looks back to you but is cut off by a slap to the face. his cheek now flushed and stings, gingerly rubbing it with one hand.

“don’t ever do that shit again.” you threaten, glaring at him with piercing eyes.

miguel knew exactly what you meant; the web lasso. but it was mainly for everything he put you through. a low chuckle spills from his lips before his expression turns sorrowful. “i’m sorry… for everything. for hurting you and pushing you away. i didn’t mean anything that i said about regretting meeting you. i’m happy that i met you, fucking grateful. i was just scared of losing you, losing another...” his shoulders sag, a small pout on his lips, hurt in his brown eyes, mimicking a sad puppy. “i know it’s a weak excuse but please believe me i’m sorry. you don’t have to forgive me, just want to tell you how sorry and regretful i am.”

emotional tears began forming as you look up at him with sad eyes, heart aching at his words. of course you forgive him because you love him and you believe his words. “you fucked me up good.” you chuckle halfheartedly and he frowns. “i cried over your dumbass.” you watch him pout more, making your heart flutter. “but that proves how much i care for your dumbass.” you playfully nudged his chest, eliciting a chuckle from the man that you love.

“lo siento, mi alma.” he gently cups your cheek with a hand and you lean into his touch, his heart skipping a beat at the sensation. “i hated that i made you cry and i never want to be the reason ever again.”

“i know.” you flash him a sad smile. “you have a lot of making up to do, tonto.” you playfully glare at him.

the corner of his lip curls up, forming a smirk. “oh yo sé, hermosa. i promise to make it up to you in best possible ways.” he states wholeheartedly as he leans in and capture your lips with his again.

you smile into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his thick neck, standing on your tippy toes. his hands come down and wrap around your waist, gently pulling you closer against him, leaving no space between. your lips intertwined in a dance, relishing the feeling of his plump lips against yours and your soft lips against his. tilting his head a bit, miguel deepens the kiss as his tongue sneaks in and licks your lips for passage. you happily accept, opening your mouth which miguel doesn’t hesitate to invade with his tongue in a hungry manner. the soft moan leaving your lips couldn’t be held back. he groans in response. his broad hands roam over your back, up to your small shoulders blades then to the curve of your spine before resting right above your ass. you shiver under his addictive touch, becoming putty.

miguel couldn’t resist anymore. he palms your clothed ass, eliciting another soft moan from you which drives him crazy. he grows more touchier, gently groping your curves through the dress, feeling your soft body in his palms. the makeout session grows a bit spicer. using his gizmo, he opens a portal behind you. grabbing the back of your thighs, miguel lifts you up and carries you in his arms. a muffled squeal leaves your lips before turning into a giggle, tightening your grip on his thick neck as support.

carrying you in his arms, miguel steps through the portal, determined to show his love for you.

ᡣ𐭩ㅤㅤ ݁. 𝓣𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓  ˖ ࣪ ༘  @loser-alert @keepitreal001 @iamperson12280 @nostalgicdaira @flordelalunas @oharasfilipinawife @cho-coquette @lavenderslemonade @palesatan @awkward-d3rs3-dr3amer @lilscast @beanieboy23 @dorck26 @kakabskbskdnd @4crew @deputy-videogamer @36namey @sin4tra @holographicang3l @migueloharasoulmate @darlingz99 @opalesquegirl @freehentai @rinverse @colorfulbluebirdpainter @razertail18 @shadowzena43 @undf-stuff @miatjie @leshasnolife

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#꒰ ᘏ ₊ ࣪ ꒱ — meet me halfway ! #miguel o’hara x fem!reader #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o'hara x fem!reader #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o’hara x you #miguel o’hara x y/n #miguel o'hara #miguel o'hara fanfiction #across the spiderverse #fanfic series

[angelsanarchy]

Glass Houses: Jack Thurlow x Y/N One-Shot Series PRT 33

Tagging: @roryculkinluvr@thatsthewrongwallcraig@icarus-star @cc-luvr @madamemaximoff06@shady-the-simp @quicksilversg1rl @s-0lar @kristennero-wallacewellsver@ophelialaufey @mayathepsychic1999 @x-prettyboy-x @rorylover71 @auggiethecreator @tempt-ress @blacksoul-27

Jack walked carefully into the house and sat down trying to catch his breath. He never thought he would get Cleo's forgiveness but she had actually forgiven him. He looks through the box she left and kicks it to the side of the steps before pulling out his phone. He wasn't sure if he should call Y/n or Dr. Carty. He promised her that he would call her if he started feeling like a meltdown was coming and he didn't want to go back on his word.

He pushed the button to call her and waited, leaving the phone on speaker because of how terrible his hands were shaking.

"Hey! To what do I owe the pleasure?" Jack could hear her smile through the phone.

"H-hey...um.." Jack hadn't thought about what he was going to say but Y/n could tell something was wrong.

"Jack? Are you okay?" She asked concerned.

"I'm...I'm kinda on the verge of a panic attack...and I'm...scared." Jack's voice cracked. He could hear heavy breathing on the phone.

"Carrie...CARRIE! I've got to go. Let them know I've got an emergency." Y/n wasn't talking to Jack. She was talking about someone she worked with as she sprinted to her car.

"Just keep talking to me okay? I'm on the way." Y/n's car door slammed. He knew it would take her at least 15 minutes to get here so he tried to ground himself.

"What are you feeling baby? Is your chest tight?" Y/n asked keeping her tone soft.

"It's getting there. It's hard to catch my breath...I'm shaking. I can't stop shaking." Jack shook his hands out trying to calm himself.

"It's okay, just keep breathing and try to breathe through your nose okay?" Jack did as he was told and started taking deep breaths.

"I'm sorry...I'm sorry I'm like this." Jack apologized.

"Hey it's okay. I'm so happy you called me. You promised you would and you did." She said with a relieved smile. Jack felt at ease as she spoke. He heard the tires screech outside and she ran through the front door, tossing her phone on the counter and dropping to the floor next to him. She didn't want to be obvious but she looked him over for wounds.

"I didn't..." He started to say and she shook her head.

"Okay okay that's good baby. I'm so proud of you." Y/n pushed his hair off his sweaty face just as a huge roll of thunder hit and knocked the power out.

"Y-your mom-" Jack realized the power had gone out from the storm coming and she shook her head.

"Ms. Linda is with her tonight. She will be fine." Y/n helped him to his feet and led him into the living room to sit on the couch. Once she sat him down, she ran to the kitchen, returned with water and an armful of candles. Jack sipped the water as she lit the candles and turned towards him on the couch.

"Tell me what you need Jack. I'm here and I'm not going anywhere. Let's figure out how to get through this one together." She rubbed his hand between her own and he looked down at her hands holding his.

"You're making a huge mistake with me...you're...you're too good for me, Y/n." Jack shook his head and Y/n chuckled.

"Hey, only I get to decide that. I'm exactly where I want to be okay?" Y/n kissed his forehead.

"You're going to spend your whole life taking care of me and all my fucking issues. That's not a life." Jack was frustrated. He hated how weak he felt in this moment.

"That's actually my whole life babe. It's what I like to do, take care of people is quite literally my profession." She pointed to the scrubs she was wearing.

"It shouldn't be that way when you come home to someone you love. You should be able to live your life without worrying I'm going to jump off the roof over something stupid." Jack wiped at his face and Y/n listened to him.

"What was so stupid that triggered-" He snorted out at the mention of the word triggered'. He hated that term. It was like saying someone flipped a switch and his bat shit crazy was activated.

"What's making you feel anxious? I imagine you weren't just sitting around working on the house and suddenly couldn't catch your breath...if that's the case, we need medical intervention." She gave a reassuring smile making Jack shake his head.

"Cleo came by...she heard me starting my recordings on the porch. We had a talk and she...she actually accepted my apology, Y/n. She forgave me for everything I put her through...I just...I never thought." Jack buried his face in his hands and Y/n put her arms around him.

"That's so great Jack. I know how much you needed that forgiveness. I'm sure that weight is what threw you into a loop. This is a good reaction, I swear." She kissed the top of his head as she held him.

"She didn't just forgive me...she actually apologized to me like she did something wrong. I should have told her it wasn't her fault." Jack pulled back and let Y/n wipe his face.

"She knows its not her fault Jack. Sometimes people who care about you apologize because it's what you deserve. She knows it wasn't her that caused that pain but she can still feel empathetic that you got hurt." She explained.

Jack was always someone who hated people who apologized for shit they didn't do but Y/n made a decent point. Him and Cleo had a life before all of this. They cared about one another. If the roles were reversed, he would feel the same way that he wasn't able to heal those wounds or protect her from the past.

"Taking care of people is how I express my love. Feeling sorry that someone hurt people you care about is love. I know that you've got a skewed history with being loved but you also have a handful of really amazing loves. You have a best friend who would literally kill for you. Cleo clearly wanted a family with you. I love every minute we get to spend together because it makes me happy. You make me happy." Jack looked at her and gave a weak smile.

"Life isn't easy, neither is love but you find people that make getting through it worth it. I promise you, if I didn't want to be here, I wouldn't be." She stroked his cheek and he leaned his forehead against hers. She hadn't said the words exactly but she had expressed to him in that moment that she might actually love him.

"Thank you for coming." Jack said in a whisper. She gave him a quick kiss before pulling his body towards her and laying back on the couch, cradling him against herself. She rocked slightly and hummed into his hair, almost motherly in her motions but Jack kept his ear to her chest, listening to her heartbeat. He felt himself relax against her as she hummed.

He felt safe. He felt protected. He felt loved.

#Jack Thurlow #Jack Thurlow/Y/N #One Shot Series #Glass Houses #Glass Houses Series #Jack Goes Home #Rory Culkin #Culkin Cult

[dixidin]

♰𝒜𝓇𝑔𝑒𝓃𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓁𝓁 𝐻𝑒𝒶𝒹𝒸𝒶𝓃𝑜𝓃𝓈! /̵͇̿̿/’̿’̿ ̿ ̿̿ ̿̿ ̿̿

Notes: I promised you guys I'd give them to you, so here we are. Anywho! Here's all the Argenthill (Argenti/Boothill) headcanons that I have. If you'd like, drop some other scenarios for these losers that I can use next time <3 (FYI, sorry if the formatting is a bit weird! Will potentially change it in the future)

Pet names (for each other)

Boothill: Darlin', rosey, hun', sweetheart, cutie, pretty boy (girl), sugar, dimples (my hc for Argenti!), snookums (joke)

Argenti: Dearest, my rose, honey, lovely, dove, beloved, loverman (yes, based off the Ricky Montgomery song)

Hands

Boothill (when he had human hands): Pretty rough and calloused, maybe a few old scars here and there, wears rings a lot, probably bites his fingernails (causing them to be very jagged or even bleed due to his shark teeth)

Argenti: Very smooth and well taken care of, occasionally painted nails, but always trims them, a few moles here and there

Sleeping positions/habits

Boothill: Snores, knocked out like a light every time he sleeps on top of Argenti (wasn't really held that much), only wears red flannel pants to sleep (....whore...)

Argenti: The only one used to it, occasionally drools, usually sleeps on top of Boothill due to his robotic body, always gives Boothill forehead kisses when the outlaw does sleep on top of him. Night gown, bunny slippers, sleeping mask, you get the gist.

Both pretty light sleepers, but Argenti is definitely a bit heavier than Boothill

Both/Customs: They normally hold hands and face each other's foreheads when sleeping

Mornings:

Boothill usually wakes up before Argenti (which results in Argenti to stir and wake up himself), but Boothill always gives him a kiss to the back of his head and whispers a "Rest easy, hun'" or "Get some sleep, darlin'"

Random "opposite" headcanons

Boothill: Likes Venus fly traps. Collects bottles caps, lighters, hour glasses, and marbles

Argenti: Likes white roses with red tint. Collects small potion like bottles, candles, pocket watches, and jewelry

Drink dates:

Boothill takes Argenti out to bars, while Argenti takes Boothill out for tea parties. It's unusual to see an outlaw like Boothill sip from a tea cup, and weird to see a knight like Argenti to sit at a large stool sipping some wine. But it's a wholesome moment between the two and pretty healthy by introducing each other to stuff that they like that the other might not be too used to. (They make me ill)

Movie nights

Boothill's main movies: Django unchained, The harder they fall, Silence of the lambs, and The man who knew too much (Action, Thriller, Western revenge, and occasional Sci-fi)

Argenti's main movies: Pride & Prejudice, Her, Melancholia, and Elizabeth (Drama, Fantasy, Crime, and occasional Period romance)

Together, they create Brokeback Mountain (they sob everytime they watch it)

Dancing

Boothill: Tango, Quickstep, and Waltz. Literally flustered the entire time

Argenti: Ballroom dance, Foxtrot, and Waltz. Helped Boothill learn how to waltz

Cooking

Boothill: 4/10. Considering he's mostly robotic and usually gets drunk, he doesn't have that much knowledge when it comes to cooking. The worst is it being extremely burnt, and the best is when it's edible and helps you live long enough

Argenti: 6/10. Just a smidge better than Boothill, still a bit clueless when it comes to cooking. Rather a baker than a cooker

Carrying each other

Boothill: 8/10. Literally so easy. The only -2 points are that he can still slightly feel the weight (more noticeable when Argenti is wearing armor) and if Argenti has collapsed or is injured in his arms

Argenti: 7/10. A bit harder to carry cause of the large amount of metal (he's a strong boy, so dw), maybe a bit shaky the first few times Argenti picked him up

Random extra hcs and I don't know where to put </3

Boothill has flirted with Argenti many, many times when drunk, not even realizing that's his partner. Argenti always teases the cowboy about it the next day.

Boothill: .... why do ya' have.. mushrooms?

Argenti: I just think they're neat!

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[sysig]

Didn’t know you had it in you, did you (Patreon)

#Doodles #Adventure Time #Fionna and Cake #Simon Petrikov #Winter King #Winterkov #What? Me? Enjoying a self/ ship ft. two dorks wearing glasses? Haha couldn't be me that doesn't sound like me at all #Trading one Tom Kenny brainworms for another sheesh - Tom Kenny stop voicing queer scientists challenge (impossible) #I hadn't drawn Simon before but I have known he's a massive cute for a heck while now lol #And yeah confirmed - he's Really fun to draw especially this iteration #His crows feet and hair streak ugh <3 #Plus I've just missed this style of eye more than I realized haha #And Winter just flows off my pencil like water like woah #I blame Spamton at least partially for that lol although he's easier to draw than Spamton :0 #Spamton is very fun! Winter's just easier for some reason :0 #Maybe 'cause he's so soft-faced haha ♥ And I don't use my colours on him lol #Honestly I only count this as self-slash on a technicality - yes they're both Simon bodily but that's not really Simon in Winter anymore huh #Maybe to some extent - he's still a scientist and all but honestly there's a comment I can't stop thinking about since I saw it #About how really that's The Crown using Simon as a host just without the madness - and his skills aid in keeping him lucid #So it's like a ghost puppeting your clone's still-living corpse more so than kissing yourself :) In my opinion lol #And I don't say that to get away from self-shipping! I love that stuff!! That's just genuinely how I read Winter now haha #Not that he wouldn't play into it lol #I've seen a ''I am like this so you are also like this :) Right Simon? :) You're like this'' and I enjoy that very much #Manipulative so and so <3

[originalartblog]

A bygone era

#by popular demand: dark era goosamu #! #don't think too hard about the wings they make no sense #he needs a booster he's too small to sit at the bar #how does he hold his glass? same way he holds a gun and a knife #before drawing this i had never realized dazai blushes while talking to oda #I almost drew him with his coat but then he doesn't wear it in bar lupin #oh my god #wait #akutagawa has his old coat #how is it gonna work #..... cartoon logic #dazai goosamu #bungou stray dogs #bungo stray dogs #bsd #bsd dark era #bsd fanart #bsd edit #bsd dazai osamu #bsd oda sakunosuke #bsd sakaguchi ango #bsd buraiha #bsd dazai #nawy's edits

[the-jam-to-the-unicorn]

Ending the day with a new glasses pic from two days ago 😏

#he is spoiling us so much with these at the moment #we got more glasses pic recently then the whole time before #my head canon that Olena gifted him the glasses for his birthday and thats why hes now wearing and showing them so much lives on #so i just realized hes not only hot and gentle and sweet with glasses on #but also while holding them #ah yes life truly works in mysterious ways

[muzzleroars]

[persona 5] [supercomputer au]

supercomputer akira but he got into dancing in starlight

#he and futaba dance together and it's TERRIBLE #also yea he's wearing typing gloves and blue light glasses lol #I THINK he should have a social link #where goro can explore his weird little room #is yal on or off....who knows.... #speaking of i might give computer head yal a look for this too hehe #i feel like he would love to dance #also that's his look for both the cyberpunk au AND the sc strikers au #p5 #persona 5 #akira kurusu #supercomputer au #doodle tag #(i realized too late his pose is v similar to ryuji's....he's always on my mind it seems...)

[sylvia-forest]

[CN] Shaw's S2 CH 41 - 44 PV Cut

“If you think its peaceful, then its peaceful now.”

#MY LORD THIS IS AGAINST THE RULES 🫠 #shaw wearing glasses i can't 🫣 #not me manifesting this rare sight only to realize that he won't be having any karma this time 🥲 #i would do anything just to become his student!! #please I'm on my knees for him 😭 #mlqc spoilers #mlqc cn #mlqc shaw #mlqc ling xiao #mlqc translations #mr love queen's choice #mlqc #love and producer

[virsancte]

the adventures of nanny fischer continue

#ts4 gameplay #simblr #ts4 legacy #valentine gen 3 #weight loss ment in tags / #aughhg luca looks so.... haggard and exhausted #Time Wise it's been a while since the funeral and everything so i thought 'obviously he would've lost some weight' #but god. seeing him in game now makes me so sad #there's so little of him left as a person in many many ways #but also #you've now discovered an actual Oliver Fact which is that he desperately needs glasses. #but since his terrible eyesight came from his father's side he refuses to wear them. #but at night when the act of looking at text is already strenuous enough he puts them on. at long last #which just results in him falling asleep with his glasses on all the time. he's broken many of them in the process #there's another reference to that waaaay back in the legacy but idk how many people realized why HAHAHA #and yes that little detail of a pair of glasses on his windowsill in their college room was bc luca would take them off for him. #otherwise he tends to just wake up w them on and leave them under his pillowcase or wherever

[scarecrowdrugs]

Some assorted SV Jonathan sketches I've made over the past few weeks, along with Clarice, his half-sister/daughter figure/kidnapping victim

#jonathan crane #oc: clarice keeny #shiversverse #side note: he actually does wear glasses. I just don't know how to draw them lololol #disclaimer: don't kill your mom and kidnap your sister #it turns out children hate that #SV Jonathan's early character arc is darkly hilarious #character arc of “It turns out raising a child to be just like me has consequences” #this man wasn't ready for his family murder plan getting disrupted by an seven/eight year old girl triggering his PTSD #and then panicked and stole an entire child to compensate for feeling actual emotions towards a family member #the entire ride back to Gotham consisted of a grown man and a small child dissociating in a car in complete silence #they probably had to stop at McDonald's #this grown man really stole a child to spite the mother he just murdered and then freaked out when he realized he actually got attached