#just giving you all of his clothes because you look so cute??

[junrenjun]

love and lacrosse jackets

pe teacher!vernon x chemistry teacher!reader (fem)

genre: fluff

wc: 3k

warnings: reader is referred to as ms. (and other fem pronouns), reader wears vernon's clothes

a/n: this is not an understand series update and i apologize for that. however, here's a vernon teacher au with a little side of lacrosse and dad!seungcheol

You were suddenly thrown out of your thoughts by one of your students sighing and turning from her worksheet. “Ms. y/n, can I ask a question?” 

You knew this student, Maya, was likely trying to get out of doing her assignment. She was too smart for her own good. “Depends. Is it about the worksheet?” 

She paused for a second, turning her head slightly away in order to avoid your gaze. “...no.”

You continued. “Do you need to go to the bathroom or the nurse?”

Maya sighed and mumbled, “no.”

You turned back to your computer while giving your final response. “Then I think you know the answer. I would be happy to talk to you once you’ve balanced all those equations.” 

You should’ve known she wasn’t giving up that easily. If anything, she probably gave up halfway through the worksheet because she knew the answers and was just looking for something to entertain herself. “Mr. Chwe lets us ask him questions all the time.”

You snorted. “Mr. Chwe is a PE teacher Maya. You don’t have worksheets to do in his classes. Unfortunately, you do in chemistry. So please finish this or at least study for your quiz next week.” 

Maya was apparently taken aback by this. She was quick to defend herself, saying, “how do you know we don’t do worksheets in PE?”

You resisted the urge to roll your eyes. Maybe you should've been a college professor instead of a high school teacher. “I’m the girls lacrosse coach and he’s the boys coach. We spend a lot of time together and I’ve never once seen him make a worksheet.” 

An evil grin spread across Maya’s face. You internally groaned at this. That expression means she’s up to absolutely no good. She turned and tapped on her partner’s arm. Great, now she’s distracting other students too. “Henry, wouldn’t Ms. y/n and Mr. Chwe make a cute couple?” He grinned and started going off on a tangent about how funny it would be if the two lacrosse coaches were dating. 

This conversation really took a turn for the worse, didn’t it? There’s nothing you could do but groan, out loud this time, and put your head in your hands. Your neighboring teacher, Mr. Seokmin, really has impeccable timing though. He stuck his head through your door and grabbed your attention a few moments later. “Hey Ms. y/n, do you have a student that can run an errand for me real quick?”

Now was your chance. “Maya, since you seem to have no interest in balancing any more equations, why don’t you go help Mr. Seokmin?”

Before she could protest, the physics teacher grinned brightly at her before exclaiming, “perfect! Come on Maya, I need someone to help me carry these projects to the library.” Once she was finally out of the room, you breathed a sigh of relief. 

It didn’t last long though because your other students suddenly started giggling and murmuring amongst each other. Henry, who was still turned toward you, decided he needed to continue Maya’s antics in her absence. “You did say you and Mr. Chwe were close.” More giggles were heard. 

You’re not sure what you did to deserve this treatment from your 3rd hour honors class of all people, but clearly it was something. “Alright if you all don’t go back to your work I’m not offering any extra credit on this next quiz.” The rest of the hour passed in silence. 

“What’s with the long face?” Vernon thought the joking would cheer his best player up, but it just made Henry frown even more. 

After a few moments of silence, he finally answered, “I had a quiz in chemistry today. Don’t think I did too well on it.”

Vernon was quick to ask him which teacher he had. “Your favorite, Ms. y/n,” Henry responded. 

The PE teacher rolled his eyes at the comment but still clapped his hand on the player’s shoulder. “You’ll be fine, kid. She offers extra credit. But she also told me you and Maya were pestering her the other day instead of doing your work, so maybe you should put a little more effort into understanding the material next time.”

Henry grumbled, knowing nothing good would come of an argument. “Yeah, whatever you say Coach.” Then, he dropped his bag on the ground and ran out onto the field to start warming up.

Vernon felt someone approach him from behind. “See dude, even the kids can pick up on you and y/n’s chemistry. Haha, get it? Chemistry? Y/n teaches chemistry.” The head coach could barely restrain himself from flicking Mingyu in the forehead. He was a great assistant coach, but an incredibly annoying friend. 

“Why can’t I just be friends with a coworker and fellow lacrosse coach?” Vernon complained. Mingyu simply watched on as his friend continued. “Just because we’re both single doesn’t mean we should get together. I mean she’s really cool and works really well with the kids. And she’s an insane lacrosse player, an even better coach too. I think she could get the girls to state this year. I just think…” He’s cut off by Mingyu smacking his arm. 

For once, he’s grateful for the assistant coach’s intrusion, because he turns around to find you jogging up to him. Weird, he thought to himself, since you and the girls have a game today. You skid to a stop next to the two, and make eye contact with him. “You don’t happen to have an extra SVHS shirt do you? I think I forgot my coaching shirt at home today and I really don’t want Seungcheol getting on my ass for it.” 

Vernon’s world comes crashing down at that moment. Maybe he does have a teensy little crush on you. Because the thought of you wearing his clothes has him swooning. Mingyu, ever so helpful, snaps him out of the moment by clearing his throat to yell at the boys for messing around. Vernon blinks at you for a second before stammering out, “uh yeah I think so,” and reaching into his bag. He pulls out a gray quarter zip with the words “SVHS” and “Coach Chwe” embroidered on the chest. He debates hiding it from your sight and shoving it back in his bag to save you both the embarrassment, but he knows how strict Seungcheol is as an athletic director. 

He eventually tosses it to you, stuttering out something about good luck while watching you throw it over your head. Once it’s on you say, “I have the same one, so hopefully no one sees the difference. Thanks Chwe.” He can’t even process your words because his brain is simply malfunctioning seeing you in his clothes, especially ones that say his name. He’s no better than his high schoolers. Before he knows it, you’re turning on your heel and jogging back to the main field. 

Someone comes up behind him, filling Mingyu’s absence, since the assistant coach ran off to lead practice drills in the middle of Vernon’s little crisis. He hears the lacrosse captain snickering and then telling him, “damn Coach, you’ve got it bad. You’re redder than a tomato.”

Vernon simply cannot handle it any further. “Oscar, for heaven’s sake, please shut your mouth and go back to practice.” Oscar throws his hands up in mock defense, before grabbing the ball that rolled over to Vernon’s feet and running back onto the field.

You really need to give Vernon his coach’s jacket back. It didn’t help that you weren’t a morning person, and seemed to accidentally leave it at home whenever you left for work each day. It also maybe didn’t help that it smelled just like the boy’s lacrosse coach, who, admittedly, smelled pretty damn good. But, you couldn’t hoard Vernon’s things forever. You were lucky enough that you had gone a week without him mentioning the jacket at all, which you chalked up to him knowing you were busy.

Tomorrow, you told yourself. Tomorrow you would take the jacket back to school and give it to him. You even laid it out with your own jacket, which you were going to wear the next since you had a game anyways. That, however, was a mistake. Because in the morning, groggy from lack of sleep, you accidentally threw on Vernon’s jacket and shoved your own into your work bag. 

How no one told you until 3rd period, you’re not quite sure. Mainly because Seokmin had specifically complimented your outfit when you visited him before your first class. You thought maybe it was because you were wearing a new pair of pants. Clearly it was not and the physics teacher was using it as a means to tease you (and Vernon by proxy). If only you had known.

Maya stepped into your classroom extra peppy that day, which was already a recipe for disaster. The fact that she was the one to catch that you were wearing Mr. Chwe’s zip-up certainly did not help. A gasped “oh my god” stopped you in the middle of your lecture. You pointedly looked at the girl before asking, “Maya, is everything alright?”

The poor girl could barely contain her excitement, practically shaking in her seat. “You’re dating Mr. Chwe! I knew it!”

You were caught so off-guard that it took you a while to respond. “Maya, where did you even get that idea from? And you’re being disruptive, I’m trying to teach about equilibrium.” 

She stood from her seat and pointed at you, before excitedly exclaiming, “your jacket. You’re wearing Mr. Chwe’s jacket!” You looked down and, sure enough, Vernon’s name was plastered across the chest. To put it plainly, you were mortified. In fact, you’re pretty sure you’ve embarrassed yourself even more when you don’t respond for a solid minute. 

Finally, when you’re done wallowing in pity in front of a bunch of 16 year olds, you make your way to your desk and pull out a hall pass. You hand it to Maya swiftly before telling her, “if you’re too invested in this to learn chemistry, go bother Mr. Chwe about it. It’s his planning period.” She gapes up at you before scrambling out of the room.

You turn back to the rest of the class, making sure to pointedly look at Henry. “No other questions about my love life?”

A deadly silence spreads across the room. Henry sinks back in his chair but you watch a hand creep up from the back of the classroom. You sigh and call on the girl. She’s clearly surprised you even allowed her to speak, because the question is whispered to the point you can barely hear it. “Why do you have Mr. Chwe’s jacket?”

The inquiry is enough to throw you off the deep end. “Ok, I’m not teaching the rest of class. I don’t care what you guys do as it’s either A) not disruptive or B) asking me about my personal life.” 

Seungcheol is surprised when there is a knock on the athletic office door in the middle of 3rd period. Students should be in class and if it were a staff member, they would have just let themselves in. He tells whoever it is to come in and is slightly less surprised to see Maya standing in front of him. She doesn’t let him speak first, quickly letting out, “do you know where Mr. Chwe is?”

He raises an eyebrow at the girl. “You got a hall pass kid?” he fires back. Maya waves the piece of paper around in his face. He rolls his eyes. 

She puts her hands on her hips and looks pointedly at him. “Seriously though. Do you know where Mr. Chwe is? It’s supposed to be his planning period or something.”

Seungcheol is still confused why she needs to see Vernon in the middle of 3rd hour and how she managed a hall pass for it. “Why?”

Maya plops down on the chair in front of his desk with a sigh, clearly this conversation was not happening without a little bit of a fight. “Ms. y/n sent me to ask him a question.”

The athletic director can’t help but let out a snort at the girl’s comment. Maya is suddenly interested in his reaction. “Why is that so funny? Do you think they’re dating too?”

Seungcheol is surprised yet again. “Do you think they’re dating?”

Now Maya snorts. “Obviously. Ms. y/n is wearing his lacrosse jacket today.” She laughs when the man’s eyes practically bulge out of his skull. He rustles around his desk, grabbing a notepad and writing another hall pass for the girl.

After scribbling for a second, he passes the note to the girl and tells her, “Mr. Chwe is in his office, room 218.”

The girl grabs the note from his hands and gleefully gets up to skip out the door. She stops midway through and calls out over her shoulder, “thanks Dad!”

“I’m not dating Ms. y/n, Maya. You know that.” Vernon sighs exasperatedly. “Why are you even asking me this?”

He knows he’s in for trouble when she smirks. “She’s wearing your coaching jacket today. Care to explain that?”

Vernon knows he should’ve asked for it back sooner rather than later. But he was secretly hoping that he would be able to see it on you one more time. And the longer you have it, the more likely it’s going to come back smelling like you (not that Vernon cares anyways right?). He doesn’t miss a beat though, explaining to Maya that he lent you his jacket for a game and that you probably mixed it up with your own. She’s not impressed, but she knows it’s an explanation that’s most likely true. This doesn’t stop her from interrogating Vernon further. “Do you want to date Ms. y/n?”

His silence is incriminating. He can tell by Maya’s mile wide grin. Trying to put an end to it, the lacrosse coach stands up from his desk, telling her that he’ll walk her back to whatever class she left from.

One tiny important detail he forgot is that you teach 3rd hour honors chemistry. A class that one of his players, Henry, shares with Maya. And he’s currently standing outside your door, watching as you type away on your computer. Sure enough, “Mr. Chwe” is embroidered across the chest. Vernon thinks he might combust on the spot. His student clearly picks up on this, muttering something about how she’s “seen middle schoolers with more balls.” 

He waits outside your door as Maya enters the room. There’s only a few minutes left of the period, so he figured it would be better for both of you to talk away from prying eyes. As the bell rings, he patiently watches the students trickle out your door. When he’s sure that everyone is gone, he steps into the doorway. What he does not expect is for you to walk straight into his chest, stumbling back with the cutest “oomph” he’s ever heard. 

Vernon is stunned but you look completely mortified. Probably because you just ran into the man whose jacket you’re wearing basically without his consent. His assumption is correct because you start mumbling out apologies. “I’m so sorry I thought this was my jacket when I grabbed it this morning. I didn’t mean to wear it today, I made such a mess of this. I shouldn’t have even asked for it in the first place. I was just about to change, give me a second I…”

The lacrosse coach cuts you off in the middle of your little rant. “Do you want to go out with me after your game on Friday?” 

You blink at him, not even processing the words he just said. When you finally do, your cheeks flush and you glance down at your watch. “Do you think you can ask me that in like 4 hours, Chwe?”

Vernon has no idea what you mean by that. He gawks a little bit. Do you need time to think about it? Are you not interested? Do you already have a boyfriend? Shit, he should’ve thought this through.

You break him out of his little trance with a small chuckle. “We’re on the clock Vernon. And you have a class in three minutes.” 

He glances at his watch. His freshman PE class is probably waiting for him. He mumbles something about meeting him on the main field before practice. Then he’s out the door. You’re left there, stunned, still in his jacket. You don’t bother to take it off the rest of the day.

A few hours later, Mingyu and Seokmin are watching you both converse from afar. Vernon’s cheeks are the reddest they’ve ever been. You’re fidgeting nervously but also smiling. It seems to be going well. Seokmin turns to the assistant coach before saying, “took them long enough.”

They hear someone approaching and turn to see Seungcheol. “You both owe me $20.” 

Both the teachers roll their eyes at him but reach for their wallets. Maya pops up from their other side, walking up to her father. “I should be getting at least half of that. I did all the work.” 

Seungcheol grunts, pondering her proposition. He turns to her. “What about this? You can either get $20 now or $200 if y/n is Mrs. Chwe before you graduate college?”

Maya’s eyes brighten and that sinister smile spreads across her cheeks once again. “Deal.” (She’s $200 richer at her college graduation).

#vernon x reader #vernon chwe x reader #svt #svt x reader #seventeen #seventeen x reader #vernon chwe #hansol x reader #hansol chwe x reader #vernon chwe imagine #lu writes #choi seungcheol #lee seokmin #kim mingyu #teacher au #lacrosse au #svt teacher au

[damnilovefrogss]

Jason Todd (general dating HC)

1. Initially hesitant to date anyone due to his past traumas and trust issues, but eventually opens up to a s/o who helps him work through his emotional struggles. Jason struggles with feelings of guilt and self-doubt, especially when it comes to his past as Robin and his relationships with his family members. Give him all the hugs and kisses in the world. It's not that Jason is bad with his words(this man loves Austen with all his heart. I hate when ppl describe him as impulsive and reckless all the time), but he's not completely comfortable with sharing his emotions even when he has been with you for a while. Jason may struggle with feelings of inadequacy or a lack of self-worth, which could affect his confidence in relationships. He may require reassurance from his partner that he is loved and valued. So, showing him affection through small gestures is the best way to make him feel loved. He quite literally melts when you give him words of affection and gentle touches.

2. He has a tendency to push people away when things get too emotional or intimate, but ultimately craves deep connections and a sense of belonging. He may struggle to find the right balance between vulnerability and self-preservation in his relationships. At first, he might push you away despite his feelings because he feels like he isn't good enough for them. His trust issues do not help with this. Him getting distant with you for no reason at all will continue after he's together with his s/o, but it will get better as time passes and his trust in you and himself gets stronger, making him more comfortable with being vulnerable.

3. Despite his tough exterior, Jason is quite the romantic. He enjoys doing little things to show his affection, like leaving small notes around the house for you to read. It's honestly really cute.

4. He WILL read all your favorite books, and will be so happy if you read the books he likes. He does have a preference when it comes to books, but is still open to trying out new stuff. Dates at the library or at old bookstores with him are really something special. You spend your weekends cuddling next to each other while reading together. He sometimes asks you to read to him as he lies his head on your lap. Although he prefers paper books a lot more than e-books, if you give Jason a subscription for an audiobook he will absolutely listen to it while he works on his bike.

5. If you decide to bake for him, he will have the biggest grin in all of Gotham. It doesn't have to be anything fancy. Just some simple chocolate chip cookies or lemon bars are more than enough. Jason craves the kind of domestic affection and sweet warmth that he never really had as a child. He never exactly grew up in a stable home, and he never really had that 'family' that he craved as a kid. He craves the kind of caring relationship and care that he needed as a child, and baking for him is a really good way to show him that you care for him. He doesn't really have a sweet tooth, but he would definitely eat everything that you bake if you let him.

6. He likes to see you wearing his clothes. Mostly shirts, since he's built like a brick wall and wearing his pants would just make walking significantly difficult for you. Who needs pajamas when you can just put on his shirt? He will pretend to be annoyed by this gremlin behavior, but he can't hide his smile whenever he sees you in one of his shorts. Steal all his hoodies. ALL of them. >:)

7. He will 100% get jealous or feel a little insecure if your favorite hero isn't him. Doesn't matter if it is Batman, Superman or Wonder Woman. He will be petty(but like in a cute way idk).

8. He sends photos of the things he likes with no explanations whatsoever. The sky is looking especially blue today? He sends you a picture of it. There's a line in a book that he really likes? You get a picture of it. You get pictures of stray cats and sunsets. It's his way of showing love. At first you were a little confused on why he sends you pictures of random things, but you grew to love them. When he sees something that he likes, the first thing that comes up in his mind is you. And he wants to share it with you. If you decided to do the same for him, he would be so happy.

9. Jason is a little spoon all the way. Considering how big he is, it looks a little funny. But he loves it when you're pressed suggy against his back with your arms wrapped around him. Plus, this way he worries less about accidentally squishing you in his sleep. But he will gladly let you squish him. He likes to wake up in your arms. It makes him feel loved.

10. He treats waiters and retail workers really nicely.

11. If you ask for a ride on his bike, he would be more than happy to oblige. He would go a lot slower than he usually does. The wind blowing through your hair, your arms wrapped tightly around his waist. To him, it's the perfect sensation. He would get excited when you like his bike and might even get you a riding jacket to match his own.

12. He likes to shower with you. Sure, shower sex is great, but it's the intimacy that he likes more. He will steal your shampoo since he likes when you smell the same. He will melt when you pamper him. Do facials and use bath bombs when you're with him. He isn't really used to things like that and loves it when you treat him with care. Since he's a big guy, fitting in to the bathtub with you might be a little difficult.

13. Eyebrow wiggles all day long, just to make you laugh. Doesn't matter what your doing, he will randomly wiggles his eyebrows at you.

14. Loves when you welcome him with hugs when he gets back from patrol. He's used to coming back to an empty house, and you being there is such a nice change. If you fuss over the smallest scrapes and patch him up, he will melt in your hands. Kissing his bruises and scars also helps him feel better about them. He has a lot of scars from his death. He's especially insecure about the Y shaped scar that his autopsy left behind. On bad days, even looking in the mirror is hard for him. He still needs time to recover from his past traumas, and you kissing every single one of his scars helps a lot.

15. Give him flowers and his face will be redder than his helmet. This man gets so flustered when you give him flowers. Doesn't matter if it's a big bouquet of roses or just a few tulips. The first and last time that he got flowers was his funeral, so you giving him flowers means a lot to him. If you get blue ones to match his eyes, he might get a heart attack.

#jason todd x reader #jason peter todd #jason todd #jason todd fanfiction #jason todd x you #jason todd x y/n #red hood

[paintbrushnebula]

Just now realized that we're gonna get to see what Gwen intentionally *trying* to flirt looks like

bc like the few times when she said really sentimental things to Miles in ATSV weren't her intending to be romantic. Like the part where she said "What I always think: You're Amazing" was the most affectionate thing she's said to Miles so far, but that was her being unusually candid out of the heavy emotion she was feeling at that moment, not genuine flirting (at least not to her).

But if she's gonna be trying to make up with Miles and maybe doing some mmhmmhmm rizzing...

And I just think that will be Very Funny to watch.

Because you see the thing with Gwen is that she's not used to being open and vulnerable, so she isn't used to just saying how she feels about someone. I think that's why her love language is physical touch.

This is probably totally me projecting, but I always interpreted that physical touch is Gwen's default way of showing affection because expressing affection with words is much more difficult for her to do. It's like her way of expressing love where words fail her. It's kinda all she thinks she's capable of giving.

(Anyone who knows me knows I'm rather touchy too. With my siblings, parents, family, etc. It's always kisses, hugs, gentle arm squeezes, all that. So I relate to this aspect of Gwen's character a lot)

But obviously, physical affection isn't enough anymore. It's cute and highly appreciated, but it won't reveal everything that lies in the heart, or explain what she believes. It's pretty clear by the end of atsv that Miles will need some words from her. Some good words.

Now what's funny to me about Gwen's rizzing potential is that we've seen what it looks like when Gwen is trying to impress someone without knowing how good her chances are. She tried to make a good impression with Miles' parents, but got really awkward and cringed at herself after every attempt at banter or friendly conversation. This was different from how she interacts with the people at the Spider Society because superheroing is her element. It's something she knows she's good at, so there's no self doubt. But Gwen's a fish out of water in domestic situations. I mean, think about the scene where Gwen invites Miles for a swing around New York. The scene that follows very clearly resembles a date, despite the fact that it's not what Gwen meant when she called him out of his window. I think that Gwen had thought about how this could've looked like she was asking him out, then proceeding to shut down any thoughts like that, denying herself that they were on a date, despite that that might've been where her mind had been. Sidebar, I headcanon that during that scene, Miles did allow himself to pretend they were on a date. But anyway, this moment still has Gwen in her element because she's calling him out to swing around the city as spider-woman. It's certainly not the same as asking to casually hang out in civilian clothes to grab a bite or whatever, which would've been much more domestic, which would've been much more difficult for Gwen to attempt at. Gwen knows what the odds are when she's Spider-Woman, but she doesn't know the odds when she's Gwen Stacy.

Gwen not knowing the odds of something working out is what actively keeps her down throughout ATSV before she returns home. She acted with pessimism, and if the chances weren't high, she didnt want to commit herself to trying something that might not work out in the end--a similar outlook I had and still kinda do have, albeit toward my creative endeavors, not romantic relationships (I don't really have experience in that arena tbh)

But now after ATSV she's throwing caution to the wind with Miles, she's gonna face the music and use words this time. And some of those words, might be romantic! Gwen is gonna have a lot to say to Miles, there's so much she'll want to express to him--has been wanting to express to him for 2 years now! A lot of gushy mushy sweet stuff perhaps! Perhaps some rizzy words, yknow? And knowing Gwen, they're probably gonna have a hard time coming out the way she'd like! And it'll probably be very funny!

for us anyway

Ahh, the mythic struggle beauty of being an introvert.

#Nebs Has a Voice and He'll Use it #made new tag for my 'sharing my thoughts' posts. hope you like it ^^ #atsv #spiderverse #across the spiderverse #miles morales #spider man: across the spider verse #gwen stacy #spider gwen #ghostflower #gwiles #gwen x miles #miles x gwen #ghost spider #atsv miles #atsv gwen #beyond the spiderverse

[weebsinstash]

Really like the idea of a yandere Vox who is so ride or die for his overconsumerist capitalist Musk-esque lifestyle UNTIL he sees it negatively affecting his darling and does a complete 180

like take that poly red string soulmate Vox x Reader x Alastor concept and, you've got Alastor KINDA warming up to technology and willing to watch TV and do other things with you but he's still not a fan of you being on your phone constantly and some of the video games and movies you consume. He's on the couch reading a paper and (affectionately) rolling his eyes as you and Vox take turns headshotting each other in a video game and hollering "hell yeah, suck my fucking dick!!"

Meanwhile Vox is just 200% chronically online and loving it until one day he asks you why you wear baggy clothes all the time and you're ever so casually replying "because my body is fucking icky, duh" and Vox has absolutely no idea what you're talking about until you break down on a tangent about it

I was watching a clip the other day where someone was pointing out that Marilyn Monroe was considered the 50s icon of beauty and there are plenty of photos with her with thick thighs or a visible belly pooch and, imagine Vox sitting there, the disbelieving 'are you joking?' smile falling off of his face as you just, go OFF, "why would I wear anything other than sweatpants? I have fucking CELLULITE VOX, I'll NEVER have leggings legs no matter how thin I am, and look at my hip dips, they're so fucking GROSS, and my butt isn't shaped right, I have banana rolls, and, do I have siren eyes or doe eyes?! Am I bunny cute or am I frog cute?! And look at how bad my facial balancing is! Ugh, where's my gua sha?! I'm so tired of being UGLY!!"

Later that week Alastor is looking up from his paper to see Vox just, slowly entering the room, sloooooowly shutting the door behind him, looking to his old friend, "so hey! Funny idea, stop me if you've heard this one before but, I was thinking we could uh, maybe take their phone away annnnnnnnnnd... not give it back?" and here's Alastor, "oh, funny story! So earlier today they asked me if I 'wouldn't like them anymore' if they got COSMETIC SURGERY, yeah, ON THEIR FACE BELIEVE IT OR NOT, so, naturally, I'm already one step ahead of you :)" as he just casually gestures to the smashed wifi router in the garbage can in the corner of the room

You just get home from work one day and Vox has his CRT head back on and you're told 'if you want to look something up online, you can use the desktop in the computer room, and only 3 hours of screen time' and it all but blasts you 15 years into the past 💀 no more nights where you're gaming for 5+ hours straight and ruining your sleep. No more skipping meals because you're hyperfocused and binge-watching an anime while also playing an idle game on your phone. No more Alastor and Vox finding out you're just smoking bowls for hours literally nonstop because you need some sort of extra stimulation while you doomscroll and watch 3 hour long roast reviews for shows you've never watched

Alastor catches you swiping through an app and you get a divisive video thrown in your face from some alpha dude bro podcast, "yeah, a real man knows how to protect his lady! She should be at home cooking and keeping the house clean, not running around like a tramp and doing dumb chick stuff! All women need to focus on is marriage and being good wives, you know, a TRADITIONAL relationship!" and Alastor is just, swiping that shit out of your hand, "he DOES have a bit of a point, repulsive as he is! I suppose I'll have to start looking at potential dwellings that can fit you, me, and, I SUPPOSE Vox too 🙄" and little do you know he's already got a cute little home in the 'burbs set up already. He's just... you know! Waiting for the right moment to let you and the annoying TV bastard know that you'll be moving! Maybe he'll just... wait until the day of! Nothing beats a fun surprise, right? ^^ he doesn't want either of you... trying to run away or anything after all haha!

#i actually have had an almost completelt finished vox fic w this conccept sitting in my drafts since like. February #yandere stuff #yandere hazbin hotel #vox x reader #hh #sinprompts

[ravenzia]

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𝚊𝚛𝚝: 𝚋𝚕𝚞𝚎𝚟𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚡

—☆—

It is once again late and Hiromi isn’t home yet. You’re used to this routine already, that’s why you don’t rush when it comes to making dinner. It is close to 7PM when the door opens and your boyfriend walks in.

He usually isn’t the touchy type, wich is why when he comes up behind you to pull you into him, your eyes widen.

The smell of food fills the kitchen as you stand before the stove, waiting for dinner to be ready.

You decided that even tho Hiromi isn’t home to eat with you, he could just warm up the leftovers if he was hungry.

It became a almost daily routine for him to come home late, but you understand because being a lawyer can’t be that easy.

Your thoughts wander to the first time he asked you out, finding it cute how your relationship developed.

He‘s always respectful and knows how to treat you right. He never pushes you to do anything you don’t like and he always asks for your opinion when he feels like something might be off.

You smile to yourself and continue to daydream until you hear the front door open.

You blink a few times and look over your shoulder to greet him, but he‘s faster.

His body comes behind you, pressing his chest against your back while his arms wrap around your waist.

Your eyes go wide.

"Hey..you okay?" Your head turns slightly to see him nuzzling his face in the crook of your neck.

"Did..something happen?" Your expression quickly changes to one of confusion.

He isn’t a touchy person. You knew and respected that. Even tho sometimes you do wish he’d bend you over and fuck the shit out of you until you forget your own name.

"How was-" His hand reached into your hair and grabbed a fist of it, cutting you off by tilting your head back.

"I need you. Bad." His hot breath lingered on your neck.

The hand around your waist slides lower until it reaches the waistband of your shorts. Your breath hitches.

"You made my favorite food I see.." He takes a glance at the food sitting on the stove. His hand goes underneath your shorts and he presses his middle finger between your clothed folds, gently gliding it up and down.

Your mouth parts.

"But I think I prefer my desert first today."

Suddenly your hair is pulled and you let out a small whimper when he turns you both around and bends you over the kitchen island.

His chest is once again pressed against your back, leaving you no room to move.

"I missed you so much today, you know that?"

Your breath picks up its rhythm, your mind going blank. What‘s gotten into him?

"I apologize for coming home late lately,"

You want to tell him it’s no big deal, but when his finger pushes your underwear aside and slides between your soaked folds, your words dissolve on your tongue.

He groans, "So soaked already—I have a feeling you thought about this before, haven’t you?"

His finger moves up to rub your clit while the hand in your hair tightens, pulling your head back so he can whisper in your ear.

"Don’t worry, I did too." His hips press against your ass. "I think about the first time I fucked you on repeat."

His hands retreat from your shorts and hair and he pulls away to give you some space.

Your brows furrow in confusion as you look over your shoulder to see what he‘s doing, his hungry eyes already looking back at you.

"Take your clothes off." He commands.

You straighten up and begin by pulling your shorts down, leaving them on the floor. Your shirt meeting them shortly after.

"Everything."

Your breath hitches, but you obey.

And just like that all your clothes are on the floor, your naked body exposed to the air around you.

His left hand finds its way back into your hair, pushing you forcefully back on the kitchen island.

"Ah-"

"You‘re a fucking goddess," His eyes roam over your bent over form, his free hand coming down on your ass with a slap. "And I‘m here to worship you."

You suck in a breath when his hand comes down on your ass again, harder this time.

Warmth floods through your whole body, your face flushed from his comment and the way his hand kneads your ass.

"And you know what else you deserve, sweetheart?" Your ears pick up the sound of something unzipping and plastic being ripped open.

He leans down, his teeth grazing the shell of your ear while whispering, "You deserve to be fucked into oblivion."

He doesn’t waste much time after that, his tip already positioned at your entrance. With one sharp movement, he‘s buried inside of you.

You moan out loud, your back arching slightly.

His lips trail kisses down your neck and onto your shoulder.

"So fucking tight," He grunts and bites down onto your shoulder when his hips pull back and push back in slowly.

You can’t help but keep your mouth open, this being the only way you can breathe.

Hearing how your own wetness sounds makes your eyes close, the sensation of his dick gliding smoothly against your walls making you shiver.

"Hiro.." You pant out, not really knowing what you wanted to say since your brain is completely fogged by pleasure.

His thrusts pick up their pace and he hits deeper.

"So fucking good for me…" He pulls on your hair, a sharp pain shooting through your scalp.

Your moans and breath picks up further and shortly after you feel your orgasm forming in your lower stomach.

He notices too when you clench around him and his hand lets go of your hair, instead grabbing your throat.

"Not yet." He whispers, his fingers applying pressure to your windpipe.

Your mouth opens further and your eyes roll back the more you hear your flesh slap against each other.

His dick starts to twitch inside of you and he lets out a low moan, the fingers around your neck applying even more pressure.

You shut your eyes tightly and hold your breath until eventually you can’t hold it back anymore and just let yourself go on him.

He loosens the grip on your neck for a moment to thrust while you ride out your wave, and when it’s his turn, he tightens again.

A low groan escapes him when he pulls out and slaps his dick on your ass, his hand coming down on the cheek he hasn’t marked yet with a sharp slap.

"Fuck." He hisses and finally lets go of your neck completely, both his rough hands moving down to knead your ass.

You let out a soft moan and look over your shoulder at him, taking in how the condom slipped because of his spill and the handprints on your ass.

When you look up your eyes meet, his face as nonchalant as ever, yet he still has this comforting softness to his eyes.

"We should do that more often." He suggests.

You just nod, a grin slowly creeping on your lips.

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[sillywittleprincess]

Soft dom Choso x fem! reader

Warnings: Smut, oral (fem! reciving) period sex?, praise, consent checks, sub reader, pet names (baby, sweetheart), kinda fluffy ngl, not beta read

Words Count: 1.3k

Choso was always so attentive to your needs, even if you weren't aware of them.

"W-wait choso! You can't do that right now. You know I'm on my period." you say as you look down at your boyfriend who was tugging at your sleep shorts.

You had asked him to come over to your house so you guys could cuddle and watch a movie and he did so without hesitation like the good boyfriend he is. As soon as he saw you open the door for him, he could tell something was wrong. He could sense it. He asked if you were okay and all you said was "just cramps".

You acted like nothing was wrong as you led him to your bedroom (which he had been in many times before), but choso knew better. He held you while the movie played, rubbing your lower tummy whenever you felt a particularly strong cramp. But choso wasn't focused on the movie. He was focused on what he could do to help you feel better. As the movie came to its conclusion, so did he. He made his move, sliding himself down on the bed so he was between your legs.

"Shhh I promise it will help you feel better...more relaxed," he shushed you as he pulled down your cloth shorts. "And I know you're not feeling the best, so you don't have to do anything baby. Just let me take care of everything."

You sighed softly as he rubbed small circles on your inner thighs, his eyes trained on your panty wearing cunt. He could see the wings of the pads on your underwear, a reminder that you're on your period. But he didn't mind. He was all focused on you.

You bite your lip, thinking. "I don't know...I don't think you'll enjoy yourself very much. It's dirty and it smells weird."

"I'm telling you sweetheart, I don't care about a little blood. And I think I might enjoy it more than you think. So can I?" He brought his thumbs to rub where your panties meet you thighs. "Please?"

You can't say no to him, especially when he begs like this. "Okay...but if you don't like it, stop immediately, okay?" You feel a little uncomfortable and embarrassed with the situation, but you can't say you're not curious to see if it will help you feel better.

Choso looks up at you and smiles softly. "Good girl" is all he says before bringing his attention back to between your legs. He shimmies your panties off, looking at the bloody pad curiously for a moment before zoning in on your pussy. "Wow...you look so pretty even covered in blood. It almost makes you look even more appetizing. I just wanna lick it all off." You blush slightly at his vulgar words mixed with praise, turning your head to the side as you lean back on your pillow.

Choso leans closer to your core, the scent of you entering his nostrils. While it is a little different from your usual scent, he doesn't hate it. He softly pulls back the hood of your clit with the pad of his thumb and gives your pearl a quick kiss. Your thighs flinch as the sudden contact and choso chuckles at you. "Your reactions are so cute baby. I'm gonna do a little more now, okay?"

He watches you nod your head, happy of your approval. He smushes his face against your pussy, his mouth sucking on your clit.

You shriek at his actions and how it's making you feel. It felt like it was too much, too sudden. And you felt extra sensitive because you were on your period. You feel a hand on your knee so you look at choso, seeing his hand outstretched to you. You quickly take his hand in one of yours, gripping it as he continues to assault your clit with his tounge.

He sucks on it, licks it, writes his name with his tounge on it. Anything he could think of in that moment, he did. Your soft moans are like music to his ears and he wants to do anything to hear more. Choso brings his right hand, the one that's not holding yours, to your pussy, covering two of his fingertips in blood as he rubs them against your entrance. 

"C-choso!" You cry out, gripping his hand tighter as he slides his pointer and middle finger into you. They slide in easily, your blood mixed with your wetness making the perfect lubricant.

"Wow" choso says in awe, pulling away from your cunt to look at his fingers. "They just went right in...now I just have to find..." You feel his fingers moving inside you, jumping when they make contact with an extra sensitive spot inside you. "...this" choso smirks out as he probes at your g-spot.

"You're doing so good baby" choso praises you, giving your clit another kiss. "so so good for me." He dives back into your cunt, sloppily making out with your clit as his fingers move in and out from you, repeatingly hitting your spot on their way in.

"Y-you're doing good too choso!" You moan out,  gripping his hand so tightly your hand begins to cramp. "It feels good choso. Thank you so much for doing this."

Choso smiles into you. Your praise is everything he hoped for and more. "C'mon baby...tell me your close."

You nod quickly, showing him that you are. "I am, I am close choso! So don't stop please!"

Heading those words encourages choso to go faster. Moving his tounge faster, curling his fingers into you faster. He had to get you to cum. He wanted it bad and he wanted it now.

"Choso please please please please" you whimper out, rocking your hips against his fingers and face. You felt yourself clenching down on his fingers. You were so close, just needed a minute more.

Choso doesn't pull away from you but looks up at your face. You look utterly blissed out. He nibbles on your clit softly and apparently that was the push you needed to cum. Your thighs closed around his head as your legs trembled, moaning out your lover's name along with thank yous. Choso moaned with you as he felt you pulsate around his fingers. He couldn't wait for your period to be over so it could be his cock you were clenching around instead. 

"Shhhh it's okay, I've got you" choso coos as he rubs his thumb over your hand, trying to get you to relax as you come down from your high. Soon you do relax, parting your legs for him to escape the headlock you had him in. He pulls his fingers out of you and leans back on his knees allowing you to see his face properly making you gasp.

Choso's mouth, chin, and fingers were covered in blood. Your blood. You release his hand to cover your face in embarrassment. Your face feels so hot, like you have a fever. 

Choso sighs at your reaction, wiping his mouth and chin with the tee shirt he was wearing. He does the same with his hand before taking his other hand, the one that was not inside you two minutes ago, to grab your wrists and pull your hands down. "There's no need to act so shameful sweetheart. Look, I'm fine. And you feel better, yeah?" You look and him bashfully and nod.

Choso smiles at your response "See? I knew it. I'll always take care of you, so trust me, okay? I love you" choso states as he steps off the bed. "I'm going to start up the shower. While you're in there I'm also going to change the sheets" he says before walking away. After a moment you hear the shower running. 

Choso will always take care of you and you know it.

#jjk #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #choso #choso x reader #choso x you #choso smut

[itsmealaiah]

"clean"

TW: rimming, profanity, he/him pronouns, assigned male at birth, kissing, porn with plot, gay sex, degradation, praise, rough sex, reader wanting to be gentle

Request: (by anon) Could you do bill getting rimmed by a male reader pls?

Rating: mature themes ahead, nsfw below the cut

WC: 1.1k

You loved moments like this, together, buried in blankets or just snuggled together, not a single care in the world.

You and bill were on the couch, cuddled up together, his head in your lap as he watched the tv, your hands occasionally stroking his hair. You watched him with pure love in your eyes, his soft noises and actions were so cute.

He always looked so cute, no matter what he was doing, and your affection for him never ceased. You pulled him up onto your chest, his lips emitting a gasp at the sudden movement as you smiled. "hi baby" you laughed, his eyes on you. He began to blush, and you ruffled his hair sweetly.

You loved seeing him like this, all flustered, simply because of you. You brought his head up to your lips, and kissed his own softly, your hands trailing around his waistband as he moaned. "y-y/n, w-what happened to wanting to watch a mo-movie" he complained, pouting his lips.

"shh" you pressed a finger to his pouting lips. "b-but" he whined, and you frowned. "we'll watch a movie after baby, i promise" he trusted you, and nodded. "o-ok" he let out a small whimper, your hand still grazing his lower abdomen, your fingertips lying just above his waistband.

You dipped your hand into his pants slowly, little whimpers coming from him. You palmed his crotch slowly, giving it a few pumps. He looked to where your hand was, his eyes blown with lust. "mmngh" he let out a beg to which you smiled. You took down his boxers just an inch, allowing your hand to fully palm him now.

He moaned shakily, both your hands slipping down his pants to see his cock. He buried his head into the side of your neck, letting out pleas. You cooed, holding his head carefully. "you're doing great my love" you reassured him, being soft. He didn't necessarily like rough sex, so you went along with it. You didn't want to hurt your precious boy.

You rubbed him just a little faster, his moans increasing in pitch. "p-please" he wrapped his arms around your neck. "please what baby?" You continued to slide your hand up and down, slowly down. "r-rougher" he begged. You frowned, "rougher? i-i don't want to hurt you" you argued back, unsure.

He let out a muffled noise, which you assumed was a plea to go faster. You sighed lowly, and began to rub him harder. He moaned, a high-pitched sound escaping him. You grimaced, you were trying to be as careful as you could without doing anything to cause him pain.

"fuck" he whimpered, holding onto you strongly. You continued to rub him up and down, spreading the pre around his cock, lubing it up. You couldn't see his face, but by his heavy breathing, you knew he was in pleasure. His balls began to grow heavy with cum, his noises getting even louder.

His legs began to shake, and you let him cum on your hand, his cock spurting out the white substance onto your lower abdomen as well. He breathed, coming down from high. "you did so good honey, so good" you praised, but you weren't done with him just yet. You lifted his head up, and he raised an eyebrow.

If he wanted you to go rougher, you were going to do just that. You flipped him over so he was beneath you, his ass meeting your clothed dick. He ground down on your cock unknowingly, and you moaned lowly. You began to trail kisses down his back, until you reached his ass, and left a kiss at the bottom of his spine. He turned his head, anxious but curious to see what you were going to do.

You left him just for a second, getting up from the couch to get some baby wipes. He laid there, confused. "what are those for?" He asked, but you shook your head. "you'll see my love" you planted yourself back on top of him, and spread his ass, making sure it was clean so you could do what you had in mind. He shivered from the coldness of the wipe, his body slowly covering itself in goosebumps.

You tossed the wipe aside, and spread his ass once more. He was now exposed to you, and there was nothing he could do besides lay there and feel it. You flicked your tongue against his ass slowly, your nose moving against him. "ohh" he let out a long moan, his hands clutching onto the couch cushions.

Your head bobbed up and down, the wet noises only getting louder as you sped up your pace. Your tongue swirled around his ass, your head burying itself deeper so he could feel you more. "such a slut" you panted, your hands pressing themselves against his waist as you only continued to get faster, licking up everything he had to offer.

He cleaned himself a lot, but you just wanted to make sure he was good enough to even do this. "f-feels so good y/n" he breathed out. Wet, slapping noises filled the living room, along with bill's constant moans. You licked a stripe up, and bill's eyes widened, glazed over with lust. "mm!" he whined, his hands trying to reach your head as you pleasured him further.

"no touching" a hand that was on his waist held his own together, his body convulsing as he begged to let him touch you. Your cock was growing impossibly hard at bill's sweet little noises, straining against your pants. The friction caused you to groan, sending waves of pleasure straight through bill as you licked him rougher. Your own balls started to get heavy with cum, but you didn't want to take any attention away from bill.

With one more tedious lick, you came, the sticky substance staining your pants white as you moaned. Your body twitched as you grinded your hips against the couch, riding out your high. Bill felt himself approaching bliss, and he whimpered, his body shaking like crazy underneath you. His cock squirted cum onto the couch, his whines only getting higher in noise.

"that's it, good boy" you panted, and grabbed a wipe to clean your mouth off, your lips stained with bill's juices. You kissed him after, your hands wrapping around his waist. "now, how about that movie?"

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[guksfairy]

✧WC: 837

✧AN: wrote this while waiting for my Moonbin edit to render so it’s quick and not proofread 😀🫶

✧NOTES: Knight!Jk, Princess!OC, I don’t know just them being cute 🤭

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The wind was cold and rough against your skin. Running through the front public gardens holding Jungkook’s hand afraid to be caught. You hear his laughter through it all causing your smile to grow. You’re really doing it. You’re running away with him. No more royal balls. No more strict rules on your behavior in public. No more expectations. Reaching the city with your heads down you run to his apartment not too far and getting in as fast as you both could.

The door closing behind the two of you gives you a feeling of security and warmth before he turns on the lights and you look around.

“I know it’s nothing compared to the palace but…this is my home…for now,” he walks past you picking up random pieces of clothing previously left on the floor and placing them on his living room chair. You don’t care much.

“Koo, as long as I’m with you…it’s everything,” you walk to him again as he welcomes you with his embrace and a kiss on the top of your head rocking the two of you back in forth. He knew this was dangerous. In the act of one running away with the country’s princess, which had never been done before, he knows the consequences go further than just spending your life in jail. For you though, he would risk it all.

When you first talked to Jungkook 3 years ago on your 18th birthday hoping to befriend him he was cold. Why would the princess want to talk with him? Over time, however, your feelings for him grew and as did his. He did everything in his power to push them down because a relationship with you should have been impossible. Should have been. You were set to marry Park Minhyuk, a millionaires son who had an immense of power through the country. Yes, Minhyuk was handsome and kind but he wasn’t Jungkook. So when his girlfriend of 2 years ran to him in the middle of the day asking him to take her away from here forever, he didn’t even think twice. Immediately began thinking of their future.

You always spoke of Japan and how lovely it was. You can’t continue living in Korea as if people wouldn’t recognize their own beloved princess. Perhaps he can find a job in Japan. His brother was studying there for college. He’s going to have to ask him if you and him could stay there in the meantime. It was going to be quite tricky to leave the country with you but he was determined to complete your wish.

Jungkook had it all set up. You would walk away from the annual royal ball, only the most important people of the country got an invite, while everyone was distracted and meet him behind the palace. Though you were nervous at first you made it. And now you’re here, in the apartment of you boyfriend. You wouldn’t have it any other way.

“We should probably start heading out soon. You’re family will be looking for you tonight sweetheart,” his voice is gentle but with a sense of urge. You nod and pull away from him holding the biggest smile on your face. It’s not that you’re family were terrible people but you personally couldn’t live a life in which everyone’s eyes were on you. Asking them multiple times to be renounced of your title but always declined, you knew you wouldn’t live a life you loved.

“I had to go to an old buddy of mine, Taehyung, for your passport with a fake name so let’s hope people just assume you look like…well yourself,” you laugh looking at the picture on it. Days before Jungkook had asked you to take a passport picture and send it to him. It looked awkward but it just made it more convincing. “I have most of my clothes and some essentials packed-I assume you want to change,” you stare at your ball gown with a blush and nod. “Hang on,” he walks over to a room, assuming it’s his bedroom, and comes back holding grey sweats, a black shirt, and a navy blue hoodie holding them out to you.

“Bathroom is this way,” he takes your hand leading to a small bathroom, “I’ll be right here waiting for you,” as he’s about to close the door for you, you hug him once more.

“Thank you, Koo,” he doesn’t think he’s smiled this big since he was offered the job at the palace 3 and a half years ago. Returning your hug he knows you’ll both be fine and live the life you both have talked about for so long. You’ve talked about wanting a family with him and like any other request from you, he was more than willing to do it.

#jeon jungkook #jeon jungkook x reader #jungkook fic #jungkook fluff #jungkook imagine #jungkook x oc #jungkook x reader

[middlingmay]

Soldier!Bucky AU Part 3

Read Part 1 here

Read Part 2 here

Bucky has been very sensible in this AU so far, and I promised you some dumb, dumb decisions from our favourite soldier after he meets our favourite pilot.

That time has come.

Enjoy!

After he's scrounged up better clothes and shoes for Gale and Bill, and got them some hot, simple food, Bucky’s display of good sense and reason starts to derail entirely.

Almost as entirely as Gale resists sleep. He just sits across from Bucky and glowers at him. And okay, they’re in the position they’re in; it’s serious, couldn’t be more serious, but John can’t help but find it cute. But he manages to suppress the worst of him smile; he doesn’t want to get into it with Gale again.

So Bucky asks for a map and between them and Evans, his navigator, they figure out where Gale had left the march, their likeliest rest points and and their likeliest route to the Danube etc.

Bucky’s not an idiot; he knows he and his Section can’t take on a full column of armed Nazi guards. But Gale tells him that the guards are fading, too: falling down into the snow, some not getting back up, others absconding because sometimes there are less guards when they wake up. The only thing stopping an all out riot is the sheer exhaustion of the men who weren’t as well fed or well rested as the guards and have absolutely no means of defending themselves.

So Gale thinks if they can intercept them on what will likely be their final rest stop before the Danube, if they can take enough of the guards by surprise, it won't take too much to get the upper hand and convince them to surrender.

Curt, Bucky's First Lieutenant, eyes him. They’ve seen what desperate Nazis backed into a corner can do. But they know Gale knows this particular crop better.

Gale says some fella called Glemnitz gotta be the first to go. And if they have any spare weapons, guns, knives, clubs, anything, there are a few guys he trusts that are still strong enough that could help them.

But Gale starts loosing his fight against exhaustion, like making the slightest plan finally gives his body permission to crash. Bucky has to catch him before he face-plants the ground, and gently lays him back with a rolled up jacket under his head and a blanket over him.

Curt really knows him best. He comes and sits next to him as he watches Gale sleep. There’s no other word for what he’s doing, he’s well aware.

“You got that look on your face,” he’s told and Bucky will not look at Curt to give him the confirmation he clearly doesn’t need.

Curt taps the side of his eye and the side of his mouth and says, “Right there. Usually means I’m following you into a shit show.”

Which is a lie. Curt doesn’t follow John. They walk side by side, getting each other into all kinds of trouble. Their superiors had tried to separate them once, but Curt’s new Major and John’s new First Lieutenant hadn’t been able to handle it, and it hadn’t lasted long.

But, John watches Gale sleep and can’t get that wild, pleading look out of his head. Everything Bucky had said to Gale was true - they were in no state to launch an attack on a column full of armed Germans.

But there were also hundreds of allied men in that same column. And that’s what they were here for - to protect and rescue these men. That was their mission. He knows it. Curt knows it.

“You’re gonna sneak up on armed Nazi’s with a half-starved pilot, ain’t you?” Curt asks.

“Yep.”

“You’re gonna get in a few lucky shots you hope are gonna scare ‘em off before it’s gets too crazy.”

“Yep.”

“You’re gonna let that bucko (meaning Gale) take all our spare weapons and arm a bunch of other half-starved and a whole lotta mad POWs and light that powder keg on fire, ain’t you?”

“Yep.”

“And you know it’s a really shitty plan that has almost no chance of success.”

“Yep.”

And Curt shrugs. “A’ight. I’ll tell the guys.”

John has Shaw radio their platoon leader with their intel, about the Danube and rough ETA,s and if anyone, anyone is nearby, send them for Christ sake. Americans, Brits, Russians, anybody.

He’s not too worried about himself; he’ll live, or not, with the consequences of his decisions. But he knows his Section, and that they’ll follow him anywhere, and he’s well aware he’s leading them into trouble they might not come back from. But all he sees is Gale's pleading and desperate face and he can’t bring himself to think he’s made the wrong decision.

Gale gets maybe an hour and a half of sleep, before he’s up and raring to go. Curt rolls his eyes and shoves a ration bar into his hands along with a canteen of water and calls him a meatball. And Bucky realises he’s not the only one endeared by Gale’s obvious dedication to his men.

Bucky holds a gun and two mags out to Gale and teases, “You pilots know how to work a gun?”

Gale looks so offended Bucky can’t help but laugh and Gale slips the gun and magazines from Bucky’s hand, and it tingles where Gale squeezes it in thanks.

Bucky gives everyone in his Section the opportunity to take the out. None of them want to. But he’s also aware the other airman, Bill, is not going to be fit for what they’re about to do, so he calls it.

He orders Hannigan, who hasn’t shut up about his sister’s new baby since he found out about it in a letter, to return to the platoon with Bill. And just like John thought he would, O’Neil won't let him go alone. They were as good as brothers, those two. Hannigan was even going to be O’Neil’s best man when they got home.

They’re as ready as they can be, and John and Gale share one last look before they get in the jeep. He sees bright blue eyes struck with gratitude and doesn't even want to think about what Gale sees when he looks at him, judging by how hard Curt rolls his eyes before barking, “A’ight guys and dolls, let’s go set some shit on fire.”

#clegan #buck x bucky #soldier!bucky #mota au #headcanon #alternative universe #curtis biddick #john egan #gale cleven #mota #masters of the air

[ask-ssec]

Author chan: I can't say exactly why I've been doing this until the end of the current SSEC chapter, but it has been REALLY FUN! I can't show all of what I've designed, but I've been working on this on my Twitch Livestreams too so I CAN show stuff I drew on there as a sneak peek of sorts >w> Just cause you asked!!

Dusk in his new job uniform! He's a mail man! :3

Vay's new cop uniform!!! It's not supposed to be oversized but I have been obsessed with giving Vay oversized clothes to wear. (I'm sorry, its cute) Also for anyone keeping up with the In game eevees, yes that is the old Vigilante uniform, they are now all cops too >:3

Daisy!!! She now has cute yellow eyes <3 debating on if I should keep her garden fit as overalls or make it a skirt for better movement

Ofc! I've ALSO been redesigning other characters as well, if you know about what I've been posting on Toyhouse, you would have seen several non In game eevee characters getting redesigned/uploaded, currently the only one's who's new designs I've fully posted are Harmony, Darren, and Melody, but there are SEVERAL others that people who have a Toyhouse account will see if they are logged in (also Swordblade is back + Shiny!! :D I drew his new design on stream too!) The only "New" character is Gustavo, he was made before I decided to take something out of the story and I kept him because he's crazy and funny. I'm waiting on a custom design before I redesign more (non in game eevee) characters, this particular character is connected to other characters that I need to redesign, so she needs to be finished first

But i suppose I also like- need to draw some in game eevees, a handful of them are going to be evolving. I'm rambling at this point, again. oops Patreons (on the patreon Discord) get first look at literally everything I've been doing!

#update

[nvmadic]

stealing schlatt’s hats

let your mind run wild

that’s it, send tweet [or x now ig???]

saint ily this just gave me a fluffy streamer!reader idea.

you were sat in front of your desktop, sipping from your water bottle as you were lazily replying to the messages slowly appearing in your chat. someone offhandedly made a comment saying that they thought that you would suit wearing hats, your brows contorted slightly not too sure whether they were right. "i don't think so. i don't have any hats-" you trailed off before the idea immediately hit you.

gracefully getting up from your setup and dipping from the room, soon reemerging with a cap in hand. sitting in frame and readjusting it to sit comfortably on your head, you admired yourself in your webcam preview. the new york yankees logo visible in the middle of the black cap.

half of the chat joking that you looked like you were cosplaying schlatt, unbeknownst to them that you were in fact dating, and that hat was, in fact, his that he had accidentally left at your place. the other remainder telling you that the original poster was right.

you were unaware that he had been watching your stream, a discord notification catching you off guard as you looked over to your other monitor. holy shit, you look adorable. keep it, you look better in it than i do.

#EEK #soft fluffy teddybear of a man #praising you and wanting you to wear all of his stuff #just giving you all of his clothes because you look so cute?? #saint #asks #schlatt x you #schlatt x reader #jschlatt x reader #jschlatt x you #jschlatt #schlatt hcs #jschlatt hcs #schlatt headcanons #jschlatt headcanons #schlatt imagine #jschlatt imagine #jschlatt fluff #schlatt fluff

[moeblob]

Look, I just think it's VERY funny and on brand that I thought of an entire premise of colorful characters for half the cast and immediately drew the only one void of color.

#my characters #i will not bore you all too much in the main post but now its story time in the tags so yeefuckinghaw #noll is a fae and is distinctly the only one that just lacks colors #at first he was like well surely i can wear colorful stuff to make up for my dark hair and eyes ! #and then he overhears some of the fae talking about how hes a blemish to the fae and hes like well fuck #guess its time to go all in baby! and decks himself out in all black and jagged clothing #and he tries to play it off as hes an idiot and a lot of the fae actually believe its not ALL an act #like they can tell he thinks about stuff but he normally does it staring into space so they dont care to ask #cause surely it isnt important enough to brood about hes just thinking about stuff #and he really REALLY has a lot of confidence issues and worries that more fae are disturbed by his darkness than let on #but then the other fae that like to hang out with him are like #YOOOOOO THATS OUR LIL VOID! THATS OUR LIL GUY! our lil black spot look at him hes so edgy and cute! #and treat him like a pet cat at times giving him head pats even if he bats their hands away #and the plot premise is that some of the fae are bored and decide they should go play with some humans! give THEM enrichment too! #and noll gets roped into it and The Game is basically go find a human partner and convince them to be an ally #then the fae give the humans cool lil toys (weapons) and are like GO FORTH MY CHAMPION! #so noll keeps like ... not picking anyone to participate because its not just A Game to him #if he can prove victorious in A Game with outside factors such as humans then he can prove hes not #an absolute disappointment to the fae like he has a lot riding on this in his mind #and his friends are just like buddy you cant even play if you dont pick a human you gotta #anyway here is noll and then i have ideas for two other fae and also a veeeery vague idea for two of the humans though not as sure yet #rae if you read all this you should know the cobalt is a fae thanks bye #i am so stressed posting ocs every single time and i am incredibly depressed and anxious #so good lord please let me not just delete all the tags in an hour bc im ashamed

[softquietsteadylove]

Me again! Could I maybe request a follow up to the lawyer/Thena raising her sisters au? The first one was so good and I'd love to see what happens when Gil comes over to make the lasagna. Thank you :)

"Hey!"

Gil looked up from chopping, just barely catching two heads ducking down behind the back of the couch again to resume pretending to watch tv. He chuckled, glancing briefly to his right, "it's okay, I don't mind."

Thena shook her head though, focusing back on cutting parsley with needlessly forceful chops. "They're only lingering so they can ask you invasive questions, despite me debriefing them earlier."

It was funny that she called it 'debriefing' them. But she had warned him that she didn't have much in the way of friends, so don't be concerned by the endless questions of being her boyfriend, or at least liking her, if not being accused of having a long standing affair with her. That, he had blushed at.

He shrugged though, laughing to himself as he caught the odd eye glancing his way again. "They're kids, I don't blame them for being curious. I did kind of come over uninvited."

"Trust me, it's never gone well when I've attempted to tackle our mother's recipes before," Thena muttered, looking at the hand written notes lovingly propped open on a book stand for their reference. She looked down and pointed with the knife, "like this?"

Gil smiled; the parsley looked like it had been murdered and sawed. He nodded, "looks great. Honestly, even finer--the smaller the better when it goes in the ricotta."

Thena accepted the instruction, resuming hacking at it.

Gil winced for the poor cutting board. "May I?"

Thena just watched as he reached over gently. He moved one hand to the back of the blade and adjusted the wrist of her other, demonstrating the rocking motion of a cleaner cut. "Oh."

"It'll be easier on your hand," he suggested lightly, leaving his ears and the cutting board's longevity aside.

Thena eyed him and the mirepoix he was stirring in the pot with sizzling meat already in it. She continued his work, slower and clumsier, but following his demonstration. "Thanks--this is what I was talking about."

He shrugged, though, adding the garlic and tomato paste to the loudly sizzling pot. "Hey, you wouldn't know this stuff unless it was taught to you. I just happened to be in the kitchen with my grandma a lot as a kid."

Thena stared down at her parsley, looking more and more fine by the moment. "Mother knew I was terrible in the kitchen. Father would remind me ceaselessly that a wife who couldn't cook was like a car with no wheels."

Gil frowned, "that's a pretty messed up thing to say. And to your own daughter?"

She gave him a half a smile and a raise of her sharp eyebrow, "you can tell why Mother's keepsakes are all over the house, while I didn't even keep the car that was in Father's name."

He gave her a little laugh at her joke, no matter how dark. "I guess I don't blame you for that. Moms hold the family together most of the time anyway, right?--taste."

Thena blinked at the speed with which he transitioned from one subject back to their dinner. But she accepted the bite of carrot, blowing before popping it into her mouth. "Hm, still crunchy, but it tastes good."

"Adding the tomato paste and frying it a little first helps get that tinny, acidic taste out, and sweetens it." He reached for the wine, adding a healthy glug or two before reaching for the canned tomatoes. He nodded his head, "want a glass?"

Her eyes darted to the living room.

She was a dutiful guardian, mother or not. Gil smiled, though, nudging the bottle, "one glass won't hurt, right? We're not going anywhere for the rest of the night, and they're fine."

Thena eyed the bottle before sighing, "there are some glasses on the top shelf next to the fridge, I think."

She thought, as in she wasn't sure. But Gil wiped his hands off on the towel he had thrown over his shoulder and moved to the fridge. There were indeed wine glasses still in there, upside down and everything. He pulled two out, admiring the light feel and crystalline shine of them.

"Hey," he whispered, pouring them each a modest glass of a mere few ounces each. He clinked them lightly too, although the quality of the glass still made them ting loudly. "To the first lasagne of many, right?"

That made her smile, and his own smile brightened. Whether it was lasagne or anything else from their mother's hand written recipes, he was happy to help with it. She picked up her glass and gave him a gentle smile over the rim of it. "To the inaugural lasagne."

Her lips looked even more full against the rim of a glass, and when she pulled away he realised for the first time that she wore just a little lip colour when they were in the office.

He averted his eyes from the faint pink on the rim of her glass, looking into his own swirl of red wine. Moving back to the pot he smelled the bubbling mixture. "Usually I'd say to let it simmer for a while, but about fifteen minutes should be fine so we can get things in the oven."

Thena nodded after another sip of her own. "Is the parsley cut enough?"

It was now practically a fine paste it was so chopped. The cutting board was stained green, which of course meant a lot of its flavour was stuck in the wood grain as opposed to still in the leaves. But he grinned, "looks great."

Thena rolled her eyes.

"Hey, really," he laughed, reaching around her for the bowl of ricotta to mix the greens into. "And you said you were terrible at this."

She sighed again, letting her eyes drift back to the couch and to the tv playing some kind of reality show. "Just ask them about the first time I tried baking cookies for them. I'm forbidden from contributing to bake sales. I think they nearly called the CDC on me."

Gil laughed from his belly at that. The heads on the couch turned to watch them again but he was busy looking at Thena, who was laughing faintly at her own joke. Or maybe she was laughing because he was. Either way, she had a cute laugh. "Come on, it couldn't be that bad."

She shook her head though, "poor Sersi had to take over for me to get even one pan of edible merchandise. I had to write a note excusing my poor performance."

Gil caught two pairs of eyes fully spying on them, getting caught be damned. But he slid against the edge of the counter to lean closer. "I mean, I would think they could give you a bit of a break, all things considered."

Thena's expression turned gloomy again, staring into her wine. "I think they do. But everything they send home for them to do feels herculean after a long week, or a big case, or soccer, or-"

The oven beeped loudly at them, announcing its preheating.

Thena gave him a light smile again as she retrieved the casserole dish they had selected. "Ready?"

"I'd say so," he replied gently. He picked up a ladle, first putting in some sauce on the bottom. "This helps to steam the noodles and prevent burning on the bottom layer."

"Hm," Thena mused as she watched him layer the first set of lasagne sheets in. "I thought it was a meaningless old tradition. I never imagined there was a reason for it."

Gil looked back at the recipe, "it's one of those things that you only know if you know. I'm sure your mom never thought of adding in stuff like this."

"No, I suppose not."

He gulped, wondering if he should have brought it up at all. But Thena's smile, although wistful, wasn't really sad. He pointed, "it's your time to shine."

She laughed faintly, scooping out the mixture of ricotta and her pulverised parsley. "I'm lucky I have your expertise."

He blushed. She could have asked him for anything, after he had found out what kind of day she'd had when she texted. He would have fished the moon out of the sky if she asked.

She flicked the spoon for the last glob before he layered on more sauce. "I may have to call on you again the next time we open the book."

He grinned down at the noodles as he laid them. Thena's hands were long but slim, her fingers so delicate and pretty. His sleeves were rolled up for cooking, as were hers. She looked half his size, standing next to him. "Any time, you name it."

"Careful Gil," she murmured, and it almost sounded like she was teasing him playfully. "If this turns out well, they'll be demanding you cook for them all the time."

He was pretty sure he would agree to that, whether by the girls' demand or their sister's. "The defense rests, your honour."

Thena rolled her eyes again at his corny lawyer joke, but she was still smiling at least.

"Okay," he breathed as he ladled on the last layer of sauce. "Get some cheese on this and I believe we'll have a beautiful lasagne in about an hour."

"About an hour?" she asked firmly as she sprinkled on the cheese mixture from the bag. "Don't underestimate my ability to ruin an hour's worth of hard work in the last ten minutes."

"Okay, okay," he chuckled. Thena was adamant in everything she did, from her casework in court, to her determination that she was a blackhole of culinary ability. "Set a timer for 40 minutes, then we'll check it, and I like to broil it for the last five or so, just to get that leopard spotting on the cheese."

"Yes, Chef," she purred (definitely teasing him).

He buried his nose in his wine glass again. He was just about empty, but Thena definitely didn't drink regularly with two teenagers at home, and he didn't come over to get buzzed anyway.

"Here," she said gently, reaching for the glass with the bottle already in hand. He had a polite decline on his tongue when she pulled his hand with hers, topping him up. "I owe you far more than dinner and some wine, but I guess it's a start."

"You don't owe me anything Thena," he frowned even as she poured herself a little more too. He leaned forward again, "really."

She just looked at him, and she was back to being completely unreadable. He dreaded to think what it was like to go up against her in court; not only was her beauty intimidating, but that stare was cold enough to chill his wine to the touch.

"Are you done flirting?!"

Gil tugged at his shirt collar, only to remember that he had already taken off his tie and undone the first two buttons so he wouldn't sweat in the food.

Thena glared at her sister, "I beg your pardon?"

The head of auburn hair ducked down like a startled dog, but didn't retreat entirely. "When's dinner gonna be ready?"

"In an hour," Thena snapped again, but it wasn't her sharp tone that had the girl trembling. If anything, her sharpness seemed familiar and comforting to her sisters.

"Can I have a diet coke?"

"No."

"Come on!" Sprite whined at her, "you're having a fun drink!"

Gil slid his eyes over to his colleague. The evidence was right there, even if he was the one at fault for it.

Thena let out a loud sigh, matching the dramatic energy of her sister(s). "Fine, you can each have one. But if it's gone before dinner, that's it, it's water for the rest of the night."

"Fine," Sprite moaned as she slid off the couch to retrieve them.

Thena glared at her.

"She means thank you," Sersi offered much more sweetly and docilely, even if it was just to appease their sister's glaring. She crept behind her younger sister, holding onto her shoulders the whole way to the fridge. Her eyes darted between them, "it, um, smells nice."

Gil smiled; they were nice kids. Thena had done a great job with them, clearly. "Thanks, I hope I got everything right."

"You can't do worse than her, dude, trust me," Sprite pointed blatantly at their guardian. "She's, like, find a bone in your cereal--bad."

"It was one time."

It wasn't a joke? Where did the bone come from?

"If dinner isn't for an hour," Sersi swayed on the spot, like a child shyly twirling her dress (although she was actually in yoga pants with a green flannel tied around her waist). "Would you like to watch an episode of Ghost Files?"

"Ghost show, huh?" Gil grinned, putting his hand on his hips. He looked over at Thena, who looked maybe even a little sheepish.

"It's our fav," Sprite added, excited at the prospect of sharing their favourite program. "They find evidence, and then Thee tells us if it would be accepted in court."

"None of it would be," she stated outright, "but they still ask me every episode."

She made it sound tedious, but she was smiling just like the other two as they started to move back to the living room. Gil followed, "sounds like a fun family thing."

"If you two sit up properly, there'll be room for Gil to sit," Thena suggested not-so-subtly.

But Sersi and Sprite threw themselves back onto the couch. One side was clearly claimed by each, Sersi's with a fluffy blanket for her legs and Sprite's with a crumpled up throw pillow and snacks on her respective end table.

They pointed. "Or you can sit on the loveseat."

"Yeah, why else have two couches?" Sprite snickered with a mouthful of roasted peanuts.

"Animals," Thena admonished her sisters, and yet took a graceful seat on the smaller sofa adjacent to the tv. She had sat closer, giving Gil the better seat for viewing. She pulled one of her legs up, leaving the other down and her pencil skirt stretching to accommodate her.

He sat down on the other cushion, clutching his wine glass and trying to focus on the show, rather than how he could now smell that Thena also wore a little perfume when she was in the office too.

#Thenamesh Family Law AU #I'm so glad you asked for more of this!!!! #thank you so much and I really liked writing it #okay so they settle in for this show #Thena relaxes a little more and he can see that they really do like their funny little ghost show #he's just happy to see them all having a good time #when the oven beeps he says no don't get up I'll check on it #but Thena is like oh no #Sersi and Sprite are immediately grinning ear to ear #they're giving her the thumbs up and winking and whispering #he's nice! #he's cute!!! #are you sure he's not your boyfriend? #and Thena hisses at them: STOP IT #not that it surprises her #just like it doesn't surprise her that they like Gil or that he's a natural with kids #and that he's a great cook #and that he looks completely at ease with his sleeves rolled up and still in his work clothes #because she couldn't even let him go home and get changed first #they left from work right to the store to get lasagne stuff #because she doesn't even know what she needs for it #so she gets home and they're both still in work clothes and she's like okay lasagne time #it comes out perfectly of course #and they have a wonderful time chatting over dinner and Sprite raves about it #and Thena gets up for water and to pretend she's not crying #Gil of course knows and gets up for seconds so he can comfort her and rub her back over the sink #Sprite and Sersi are just like oh my god they're so obvious #he even brought Thena's plate with him #the SECOND he's out of the house they're like WHENS GIL COMING BACK

[slvttyplum]

you got waxed every so often, and when you did, suguru would pay for them, drop you off, pick you up, and everything.

even though your pussy was bald, suguru hated when you got waxed because he couldn’t fuck you right after, and you were so tempting.

you would wear this cute little outfit that was breathable, and he would want to pounce on you right then and there, but you would hit him with the same thing every time…

“we can't, baby, for 24 hours.” and he’ll hit his head into the steering wheel repeatedly; he hates that shit.

one time he was genuinely curious, so when the both of you came back to him, he waited it out for a couple of hours, then went for it.

dragging you into the bedroom and stripping your clothes off.

“i just want to look chill.” that is NOT what he just wanted to do; he was testing his luck and yours.

once he saw your pussy and how pretty it looked, he couldn’t hold back, even if he ended up changing his mind and being obedient to what you said.

of course, you pleaded with him and whimpered and whined for him to listen to what your wax lady said, but once his mouth was latched on your pussy, those thoughts were in the trash and your fingers were in his hair.

his tongue swirling all around your folds to your clit and flicking it, then lightly sucking on it eagerly. there it was, your familiar taste floating throughout his mouth, and to him, it tasted even better.

his hands sliding up your stomach to your breasts, giving them a light squeeze, then taking his thumb and index finger and rubbing your nipples.

moans and moans slipping out of your mouth, it felt so good, like he was licking throughout your body.

he was down between your legs for thirty minutes, taking in your taste, and your fluids were dripping down his mouth and his chin.

“i knew it; you tasted better right after.” after he says this, he unzips his pants, lines himself up quickly before you can protest, and slips himself inside your dripping pussy.

you’re dripping all around and down his shaft; he’s practically spasming from how good you feel and how soft his favorite girl is down there.

he wastes no time before pushing into you over and over again, your head all over the place to even say anything, nor did you care, because he was fucking you too good.

whenever he was sliding out of you, your walls clung onto him while still being wet enough to

making him want to cum right then and there.

“don’t… ever tell me... i can’t fuck this pussy after,he says before he fully slams into you again, his hands gripping your hips so tight you’re numbing.

and you’re just out of it, taking everything he’s giving to you; it feels way too good for him to stop.

“whose pussy is this?” pushing into you deeper and bringing his hand up to smack your ass, the pain and pleasure making you moan.

“yours! fuck, it’s yours!” is all you can say without thinking. with no final thoughts, he cums inside you, the cum slowly filling you up.

“it’s mine. we’re not waiting 24 hours anymore.” and you didn’t.

after every appointment, he obliterated your pussy, and you loved it.

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jujustsu kaisen x reader #x reader #jjk suguru #jjk geto #jujutsu suguru #getou suguru x y/n #getou suguru x you #suguru geto smut #getou suguru x reader #jujutsu kaisen suguru #geto suguru #jujutsu geto #geto x you #geto smut #geto x reader #geto x y/n

[suguann]

Possessive!Gojo who makes you wear his jersey when you go to parties at his fraternity after games, openly admiring the way you dwarf inside his clothes. He leans forward on the edge of the bed to get a better look, resting his elbows on his knees, his eyes raking over every inch of you from head to toe. 

"Toru, it's too big," you pout, checking out your reflection in the floor-length mirror on his closet door. “I look silly.”

The tent growing in his sweats says otherwise—all the blood in his body rushing from one head to the other just from seeing two things that are his coexisting—and he gives you another once-over, thinking of several ways to describe you, silly not being one of them.

"You’re so pretty, baby.” He swears he’s a little drunk from the sight of you, but he means it.

Possessive!Gojo who pushes you up against the door inside the locker room before a game—slightly jealous from the guys looking at you as they filed out into the hall, and equally turned on because he knows they can’t have you—telling you he can't play with a hard-on before he's pressing into you from behind.

He can feel your tummy quivering under his hand where he holds you close, feels how his cock is carving its way inside of you, and you both moan when he presses down lightly. It makes him dizzy how tight and small you are; pulsing, wet, and swollen-soft velvet that gives every time he buries himself into you.

"You gonna hold all of my cum in this cute cunt until after the game, y-yeah?" he sucks the question into your neck. “Don’t worry, I’ll lick it out of you afterward. Just keep it warm for me, ’kay?”

You answer him with a high-pitched whine as you clench down hard around him, cumming with a muffled scream against his palm and nearly pushing him out of your warm, fluttering heat.

Possessive!Gojo makes sure to stuff his cum back into your drooling cunt with two thick fingers, curling them into your front wall to pull another soft orgasm out of you—just a little more, ah, there you go, always so good for me—before he helps you fix your panties to trap it there.

His arms wrap around you before he presses a tender kiss to your temple. “Don’t forget to cheer for me.”

Possessive!Gojo whose smirk from watching you squirm in the stands, melts into a glare when a guy takes the empty seat beside you, sitting almost too close for his liking.

“Stop staring at your girlfriend and hit the fucking puck already,” Sukuna grumbles, leaning against his stick.

Possessive!Gojo who makes sure to fuck you in the backseat of his car afterward with the windows cracked in hopes that the guy from the stands would walk by to you moaning Gojo’s name, and he eats you out just like he promised—bending you over the center console, smiling to himself at how shy and squirmy you get—only to fill you up again.

Possessive!Gojo who pouts whenever Nanami manages to steal your attention with something sciency and nerdy (something entirely up your alley) whenever you come over on weeknights. 

“That’s so neat, Nanami,” you smile, hearts practically in your eyes as you listen to him talk about his latest research. “Maybe I can stop by the lab and check it out sometime.”

Possessive!Gojo who doesn’t miss the way Nanami’s ears turn a shade of red from your praise—color high in his cheeks—how he gives a sheepish smile whenever you talk to him.

“Toru,” you say, finally bringing your soft, pretty gaze on him again. “Are you even studying?”

Yeah, he is, but something else entirely, he thinks as he watches how your shorts hug your ass while you walk around the house’s common room—and he’s not the only one staring.

Possessive!Gojo who slaps your thigh, making you jolt in his lap. "Did I tell you to stop, huh, baby?"

You shake your head, biting your lip and avoiding the pair of eyes watching both of you (intently) from across the room—especially you—a quiet observer as you slowly sink onto your boyfriend’s cock while Nanami thrusts his own into his fist. 

"Ah, fuck—b-but–"

Your words break off into a choked moan when Gojo thrusts his hips up underneath you, pressed as deep inside as he can get, and when he looks down, he swears he can see the imprint of himself pressing against your stomach. 

"Tell me what I said,” he says through gritted teeth as he starts bouncing you, the couch continuing its steady squeaking under your knees.

Possessive!Gojo who can tell that it's hard for you to concentrate with the way his cock moves inside you, and you’re unable to answer with anything other than babbling nonsense. He decides to take mercy on you and stops to grind you in his lap instead.

He kisses your cheek, your neck, anywhere he can get his mouth on. "I said, don't stop until you cum, and you’re going to let Nanami see how fucking pretty you look when you do."

The next sound out of your mouth is a squeal when he holds your inner thighs to keep you open as he thrusts up into you again and again—letting Nanami see what can never be his.

“That’s it, baby,” he growls. “So good for me. Go on, show him how my good girl takes cock.”

Possessive!Gojo who locks eyes with Nanami just as he’s about to cum, burying his groans of pleasure into your neck as white-hot sparks shudder up his spine and heat pools in his gut.

Mine, he tries to say, but Gojo thinks his frat brother gets it when Gojo’s the one cumming inside you and Nanami’s spilling all over his fist.

Masterlist

#gojo x reader #gojo x you #gojo smut #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru smut #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk smut #nanami x reader #nanami x you #nanami smut #.things i write #sorry if you're seeing this again #i had to repost #anime smut #jjk drabbles #jjk fic

[simonrileysfavteacup]

Taking care of Simon while he’d be sick is so funny. 

Okay, so he just got back from a long mission and he’s all cuddly and cute and everything. And during that first night of him being back, he can’t sleep and you notice (obviously). He’s coughing, his skin is red, his nose is all stuffy and he’s constantly sniffling. He’s sitting up, coughing, loud as fuck because he’s a fucking grandpa.

And you’re just being the sweet little thing you are, staring up at him from your lying position like “you good bro?” 

And this asshole just nods, laying back down and still coughing, shaking the whole fucking bed. Of course, you’re still staring at him all doe eyed before getting up to get him a glass of water. And when you come back to give it to him, he just shakes his head, “Fine, lovie.”

You pout but still leave the glass next to him on his bedside table. When you wake up the next morning, it’s empty. And so is the other side of your shared bed. Simon’s hunched over in the bathroom, running cold water over his even more red face. He looks up at you when you lean against the doorframe of the bathroom, staring at him with a gloomy look on your face. “Did you catch a cold?”

He shakes his head, looking away. 

Liar.

You just stare at him again for at least a good 2 minutes before giving up.

He stays denying that he’s sick, refusing to take any medication and only getting worse by the day. Lying in bed, coughing his heart out, assuring you he’s fine. 

He’s clearly not. 

And when it finally gets too bad, like his nose hurts when he sneezes, his throat closes up, and he feels too hot all the time, he’ll finally admit to you he’s sick. Crawling up to you, like a child, snuggling into you on your bed, sniffling every 2 minutes. 

And of course, the best girlfriend in the world will always take care of him. 

Making him soup, pressing a warm cloth to his head, feeding him his meds on time, taking good care of him. Best girlfriend ever. At least to him.

Because Simon Riley is the biggest baby in the world.

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