need a part 2 for the atsv love triangle where the reader is actually in love with them and after they get together they tell them about their alter ego đ©
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Gwen is was carrying you, bridal style, swinging away with you in her arms. Not that you knew it was gwen anyway. Spiderwoman, upon meeting you, often decided to take you home as a means of protection, because for some reason you decided walking home in the middle of the night was a swell idea. She offered to swing you home as a result. If you didnât know any better though, youâd say it was because she loved flirting with you so much. She never denied it when you brought it up. Honestly, sheâs just not used to such a flustered look on your face, she canât help herself. Though she does secretly envy how the real her canât manage you make you all shy and embarrassed like that.
Today though, you seemed rather⊠off. Something was bothering you, and she could tell. Nothing seemed off at school, so she figured something had to have happened. âWhatâs got you so upset?â she questions before dropping down on top the roof of a building. âSomebody I gotta knock some sense into?â she asks, putting you down to stand next to her, looking at the scenery before you, it was nice out today. You smile, but even that feels forced. She canât help but frown under the mask and the worry she carries is radiating off of her. You shake your head, âitâs nothing to worry aboutâ you say before shrugging, âjust normal highschool stuff.â
âWhat does that mean?â she inquired, and you sigh, albeit rather dramatically.â âItâs so stupid.â You admit, but before you can assure you it probably isnât, you continue âthereâs just this girl I really like. More than like. I think I love her.â
As soon as those words come out of your mouth, she feels her heart drop. Girl? Was it her? Spiderwoman? Or some other girl at school? You didnât talk to many people aside from her, who could it possibly be?
âO-oh..â she says, looking down for a moment. She hopes you donât hear the crack in her voice. She canât help her curiosity, she needs to know. âWell.. who is it?â she says, trying to recover as quickly as possible. She nudges you with her elbow, âneed to know if theyâre good enough for you or just some tool.â
You laugh, and give her a smile. âHer names⊠gwen..â
âG-gwen?!â she shrieks out, her body stiffening. You donât seem to notice.
âYeah.. gwen⊠gwen stacyâŠâ
She doesnât say anything for a moment, but she eventually grabs onto your shoulder.
âY/nâŠâ
âYeah?â you ask, confused for a moment, before you see her pull at her mask. Your eyes widen, and you suddenly feel a wash of shame upon seeing whoâs under the mask.
However, she gives you a smile.
âI⊠love you too⊠by the way..â
Miles had a very simple plan, no big deal at all. All he had to do was confess he was in love with you and then eventually down the line if it works out in his favor, confess to being spiderman. No big dealâŠ..
Or should he do it in the opposite order?
And should he still confess to being spiderman if you two end up staying friends when you reject him?
He has a lot of questions racking his brain, and to be fair he doesnât think itâs completely unreasonable. Maybe he shouldâve told you from the start. Would you even be accepting? Supportive? Heâs been lying to you for a whole ass year now, you were kind, but were you that kind? He feels like thereâs just no way, right? Then again, you never failed to surprise him.
He doesnât have time to think about these questions any longer though, as he hears chaos going on outside. Not the normal kind of chaos, this was his cue.
His confession would have to wait a little longer.
â
Heâs quick to his feet. Not that spiderman didnât give it his all when it came to saving civilians, but he saw you in the fray. He bounces from building to building, webbing civilians to safety along the way, he sees you fall and heâs never jumped so fast in his life.
He reaches his hand out to yours, and finally youâre able to grab on and heâs able to pull you into his arms, picking you up bridal style all while in the air.
âWeâve really gotta stop meeting like this..â miles mutters to you, and you chuckle lightly. âYeah well..â she look off to the side, before looking back at him. âYou could always take me on a date, miles.â
Miles?
Date?
âExcusemewhatnow?â
as soon as he lands, you manage to escape his grip. Maybe it was because he was so caught off guard, since normally escaping his grasp was near impossible.
âWeâll talk later!â
You were going to be the death of him.
Hobie had enough.
If you werenât going to figure this out on your own, he was gonna have to tell you.
I mean seriously, he loves you but you are so clueless sometimes and he genuinely wonders if you admire spiderpunk so much that you donât want to consider he could be your best friend. He wonders if heâs being selfish and if this ruins the imagination for you but at this point heâs too pent up to even care, something he isnât used to being. Heâs typically so honest about the way he feels, never holding anything back. This should be no different.
He leaves his bag zipper carelessly open, in hopes you find it. And you do. Heâs busy cleaning up his guitar, but he sees you look at him, then look back at the spider suit in the corner of his eye.
But you say nothing.
You go on about your day like you didnât just see that.
Is he the one being played?
He eventually decides he needs to simply confront you. Thereâs no way around it. So he does.
Itâs one of those many nights where you two are hanging out, as friends do. Youâre both lying on his bed, side to side, heâs writing a song, youâre reading a comic book. He turns over on his right side to look at you, and you do the same on your left side. âHey.â he whispers, âhey yourself.â you whisper back with a smile. He rolls his eyes.
Just be cool, man. He tells himself.
âYou know..â he starts slowly, a bit unsure of the next words that will come out of his mouth, âyou know Iâm spiderman, right?â
He doesnât have time to dwell on just how casual that was, to drop some information like that so simply. Then again, he did that constantly. This felt so different though.
âYeah..â you let out a sigh, and hobie realizes that you really were playing with him the whole time. But before he can rely, you say âyou know Iâm in love with you, any version of you, right?â
He feels his heart stop for a moment, but he gives no indication that heâs flustered by your words.
âAbout damn time you said somethin, darlinâ
Pavitr thinks about it, over and over and over and over and ov-
He just doesnât know how to tell you heâs spiderman. Heâs been so buys living the life as spiderman, it felt so simple, so easy. Go to school, beat up some bad guys, take some breaks to see you and his auntie, go back to fighting, come home. It was the same everytime and he didnât seem bored of it, yet.
He hadnât really gotten to see the consequences of being spiderman.
And then he did, when he nearly lost you. He was only able to save you because miles, gwen, and hobie were there to help him.
And from then on he knew he couldnât lie to you anymore.
Things have been.. weird lately, to say the least. Some weird ass dark black abyss in the middle of mumbattan left many civilians curious, including yourself.
Though Pavitr felt like he could explain those bits later, he knew he just needed to tell you what was on his mind.
Because he and you both knew, he had something to say.
Spending time in your room wasnât a rare occurrence but Pavitr found himself doing it a lot more lately, which in your opinion was good given how busy heâs been lately. You figured he mustâve been freaked out by mumbattan nearly falling apart at the seams, and you tried to be there for him. He made it clear he was there for you, too.
âY/n I have to tell you something.â he says, turning to look at you.
You look back at him, knowing this would be a serious conversation. He never called you by your actual name, usual nicknames. You nod and place your hand on top of his, and you give him one of your warm smiles. He feels heat rush to his cheeks, but for once he doesnât let his nerves stop him. He moves his hand to intertwine your fingers together, âIâmâŠâ thereâs a pause, and you figure you have to assure him you know.
âYouâre spiderman?â you ask, and thereâs a moment he looks at you, shocked. His mouth is agape, and you canât help but smirk. âYou know?!â you scoff, âyeah of course I know pav Iâm not an idiot!â you say with a laugh, and a lot of his tension dissipates before he remembers what he wants to tell you.
âWell.. while that is true, that isnât what I was gonna tell you.â
Now itâs your turn to be surprised, you raise a brow. âYeah?â
He takes a moment, before blurting it out.
âIâminlovewithyou!â the words all come out jumbled at once and he almost considered repeating himself before you give him a kiss on the cheek. âIn love with you too, pav. But I also knew that already.â you say cheekily, âwhat?! How?!â âYouâre not exactly subtleâ you shrug.
âCan I have any victory today? Can we start over and you just pretend you didnât know?â
you smile and shake your head, and he groans.
But honestly, the only reason heâs being so silly right now is so he doesnât absolutely melt into your hands like putty over the fact you kissed him on the cheek.
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mafia hotch finding out he has a soft spot for the reader and being confused and slightly angry about it đ„č (i love our man finding out heâs in love and mafia version?? đ”âđ«)
i love mafia hotch sm đ„čâ€ïžâđ„ this is so soft and sweet :")) feel free to request anything with mafia hotch! <33
i haven't really worked out the details for this so just pretend for now he's a double agent đ© also might be ooc đ„Č
hotch looked up from his desk, his hands paused as they flipped to the next page. it was utterly useless, he couldn't get much further than a few lines. he was too much in his head as he sighed and slammed the case files down, unable to concentrate on anything.
tonight was a big mission, he couldn't afford to lose his head so easily. he knew his team would be on the case which would only make it that much more harder, he couldn't afford to slack yet the only thing he could think of was you.
the frown on his forehead was unmovable, his face was unreadable as he moved his files away and reached for the half empty tumbler. he let the burn of the alcohol swirl on his tongue, inhaling a deep breath as he sank further into his seat.
hotch never claimed to be perfect, he knows his hands are scarred with the blood of many people. he knows his horrible path, he's manipulative and cruel and sly. with a flick of his wrist, he was able to have a person down in seconds. he was never a good guy, he never claimed to be.
but there you were, your annoying presence lighting up his day. perhaps that was why he never liked you
you saw him.
you saw your unit chief fight bravely for every case, working to the bone every night when everyone had already left. true, you didn't know the real reason why he did those things. but his mind liked to indulge in fantasies every so often, liked to think that you could possibly accept him for what he was. maybe you'd be the belle that tamed the beast? maybe this time someone would see the real him and stay? but love was for fools, he had to remind himself.
he hated you, he needed to.
you and your annoying presence, something he thought he could do without. being in the mafia was hard enough, living a life as a double agent was already risky. adding pleasure to the mix was a surefire way to death.... yet despite that all he couldn't seem to understand why he missed your presence?
a strange feeling entered him, something foreign. something he hadn't felt in years, a promise. promise of hope, promise of companion around this time. only the last time time he was this vulnerable to someone, she ended up being the biggest thorn in his side. so he forced it down, forced it to not rear its ugly head ever again. he promised himself he could never fall for another person, not like this. he would never put himself through that again.
hotch leaned back on his chair, his hand around his glass of whiskey. his head was ever so gently tilted to the right, his eyes sparkling under the lights. his heart thumped with an emotion he hasn't felt in years. he noticed something different about him in the last few years, a genuine smile.
oh.... oh
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Just a little something I wanted to do, because it's one of my favourite go-to tropes. đđ©
Marvolo x MC đ
Maid at Gaunt Manor MC, I just love this vibe
She had been a maid at Gaunt Manor for a few months now, living in the servents quarters of the estate. The job was fairly standard for the most part, cleaning, helping in the kitchen, general serving, and she made a decent living from doing her job there, though she didn't get much time to herself.
The morning started like any another, with the senior housekeeper Miss Lyons fussing at them all to get ready and start their duties. MC rolled her eyes behind her back as she put on her pinafore before heading over to the main part of the Manor.
She always enjoyed doing her cleaning duties, the Dark Academia feel to the Manor was her aesthetic and she adored looking at all the antiques around the place and the beautifully carved wood work, though she'd seen it all many times now since working there, but nonetheless, she never got tired of seeing it.
There was also another reason she liked her job there so much, and that was the Gaunts eldest son, Marvolo. The two of them would often share looks across rooms, his cheeky smirk as he'd give her glances around the house made her swoon, but of course, she knew her place in this house. The two of them rarely got chances to talk, and even if they did, it would be frowned upon, she'd get an earful from her senior if she was ever to be caught flirting or even standing around talking to him, and she was pretty certain Marvolo would get equal treatment from his parents if he was to be seen doing to the same with her.
She headed into the library room, her favourite room of the Manor, and began dusting the shelves, putting books away, making sure everything in there was tip-top. She stopped for a moment, looking at one of the books she'd picked up. Seeing it was a romance novel, she opened it up, reading for the first few lines. "Good morning" a deep voice from behind her spoke, in a panic she dropped the book, then looked over towards the door, seeing that Marvolo had wandered in, "Good morning, Sir" she bowed slightly "I was just-" before she could finish her sentence Marvolo chuckled and approached, picking up the book she'd dropped and looking at it "Dont panic so much..I don't care that you were enjoying a little reading rather than doing your job" he smirked. MC couldn't help but blush a little and let out a small nervous giggle. Marvolo handed her the book with a curious look on his face "You can borrow it, if you like..Take it back to the quarters with you" MC shook her head slightly "My senior would throw a fit if she saw me with it, she'd question where I got it from" a small frown crossed Marvolos lips "Then you tell her I let you borrow it" MC looked up at him again "I'm not even supposed to be talking to you, never mind borrowing books from you." Marvolo stepped closer to her. She'd never been so close to him before. She felt her heart race a little. "Then perhaps late in the evenings, you could sneak to my room for a couple of hours, And I could read it to you, we could make a nightly thing of it..Could be fun?" A devilish little grin curled onto his lips as he looked at her, waiting for her reaction. MC felt like she must have been as red as a tomato from hearing those words. His voice stabbed her like a knife every time she heard him talk. She whispered coyly "I'd love that..But there would be hell to pay if I got caught" Marvolo reached out, tucking a loose bit of hair that had fallen out of her bonnet behind her ear, before he whispered "The offer is there, when you have the confidence to take it" he smirked once more, he then moved away from her once they heard footsteps approaching, and made his way over to a chair in the house library room, MC quickly picked up her duster and began working on a shelf, acting like she'd been doing it for some time. Miss Lyons entered the room. "There you are!" She scowled. "What's taking so long? You're needed upstairs" MC turned to her, bowing again "Yes, Miss Lyons, apologies, I was just finishing up in here" The older woman clicked her tongue in irritation before noticing Marvolo sat looking at her from the chair "Sorry, Sir. She'll be out of your hair in a moment." Marvolo gave her a fake half smile. "No worries. She's no trouble at all. In fact, she's a very good worker, you're lucky to have her." He narrowed his eyes at the senior housekeeper "And what have you been doing today so far? Other than telling your staff what to do?" MC wanted to chuckle, but naturally she couldn't, Miss Lyons hesitated slightly before speaking "I..I was about to also make my way upstairs. To see to the bedrooms." Another fake smile "Good" Marvolo grinned. "Everyone has to pull their weight around here, wouldn't you agree?" MC could hear the badly hidden panic in her seniors voice. "Yes, Sir. Absolutely." Miss Lyons turned to MC. "Come along now, girl," she spoke before leaving the room. MC gathered her things before going to leave the room herself to head upstairs, she turned back to look at Marvolo, giving him a sweet smile, he returned her smile with a wink and another cheeky grin of his own. MC's heart fluttered as she left the room, wondering if she should take him up on his offer, thoughts crept into her mind of what they could get up to together, in the night, alone in his room.
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I Missed You / Diego Hargreeves Imagine
Request: I know in your dating 60s!diego hargreeves hcs you briefly mentioned his and readers reunion, and cuddling in elliotâs apartment, so i was just wondering if youâd expand on that whole thing because man, heâd be lost for words đ©. im down bad for needy diego đ
My LOVE honestly this is THE mood first I get DILF Diego and now needy Diego??? My heart cannot handle it!!
Warning: NSFW, light swearing, and mentions of the asylum/drugs!
(I do not own The Umbrella Academy or its characters, all rights go to creators. Gif credit goes to @cardigan-ns.)
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The late night drive felt never-ending, the car wheel stiff against your clenched hands, and Diego was crying.
Well, trying his best not to, you suppose. The effort just didnât seem as successful as he was imagining it to be in his head. He could turn the back of his shaggy head to you and gaze out through the windows and into the blurring lamplights all he liked, but he couldnât stop the way his shoulders were doing their best to heave and give his emotions away. The way you could spot how his bottom lip blubbered in the fractured image of his reflection. How, every so often, he would raise the back of his hand to wipe against his nose and block out the stifling sound of sniffling.
Despite how wracked he sounded, you knew he was just a mixture of euphoric and terrified. He was simultaneously over the moon that the love of his life had magically appeared in front of him with his tiny ass brother, but also still grieving over the fact that this was probably just another hallucination. âStupid D-Diegoâ, he thinks, âbeing so easily tricked by this. By them. As if Y/n would ever come back for your stupid ass.â Just another phantom dream, as so many before them. Soon heâd wake up, and find his arms tied around his sides again and his head battering around the padded rooms of his purgatory.
Although he tries to stop it, he canât help but let out a pathetic sounding sob then. It catches in the back of his throat, making him sound even more like someone whose soul had been torn into two and patched back together with solely a despaired kind of hope. He frowns, tightening his arms around his sides and banging his head against the passenger side window. He prays that you havenât heard him as he glances at the diners that whir by and the dry asphalt streets that blur into one long stretch of angry blackness against his blurred eyes, even if this was a dream. He wants to be strong for you, no matter if youâre real or a cruel mirage brought on by the drugs.
Itâs a good thing you can read him so well. âDi-Di, itâs... itâs alright. Weâre not at the asylum anymore, they canât hurt you. I promise, I swear to god Iâll never let them touch you again. Plus, even better, Five has buggered off again to who knows where so we can finally focus on each other rather than the end of the world for five damn minutes-â Youâre stopped only by your feet automatically slamming down on the brakes in retaliation to Diegoâs hand clamping down on top of yours on the wheel.
It takes you a moment to fully process that youâve come to a stop, before you take a deep breath and glance over at the man sitting hunched over beside you. For the first time that night you really see him, and he looks horrendous. His face has paled, and the tired lines under his eyes seemed to have creased in so he looks like a tired child - frail and broken and dejected, crying out for just one fond and loving word. Heâs twisted in his seat so heâs facing you again, the stolen shirt hugging his torso as he stares at you so intensely it nearly leaves you flustered.Â
Not knowing what to do, you drum your fingers against the dashboard and wait to see if he wants to speak. You take a few side glances at him as he just leans closer and closer towards you, his pupils becoming wider and wider. It was a puzzling sight: Diego inching towards you like a hunter closing in on his prey, until you could feel his ribcage hit your elbow, but his eyes- his eyes were giving him away. Engrossed, they seemed to grow with profound awe that blurred into tears, so overcome by the knowledge that the angel who had command of his heart was sitting beside him.
He must have seen the confusion on your face as his eyes roamed over every aspect of your body. He tried to open his mouth to speak, but all that came out was a sharp intake of breath. Bless him, he looked so helpless as he leant forward to rest his forehead so tenderly against your own. His hands came up to cup your cheek, his large thumbs wiping over your skin as if you were the one crying instead of him. When he finally pulled back slightly, you could fully take in just how many tears were slipping out of the corners of his eyes and cascading down to hit the edges of his trembling smile.
âI-. I m-m-missed y-you. Wh-where w-were you?â
âIâm sorry I took so long. Dallas is a surprisingly big place, and it doesnât help when you get arrested straight away. Although, I shouldnât really be surprised youâd do something stupid when Iâm talking to the man who was convinced by Klaus that cookies became poisonous as soon as you turn eight just because he wanted to eat all of themâ, you reply with a sad grin, trying to affirm the breaking man in front of you by reaching out and resting your hands over his slender and trembling fingers. He snorts, but his smile grows all the brighter as you rub up and down the back of his palm, making sure to gently squeeze his wrists every time you pass them. âAt least we have all the time in the world now to become reacquainted with each other.â He rolls his eyes, but even you can pick up the way his thighs shuffle in his seat and his heart seems to choke him. âBy the way... I like the beard. Looks very suave, which is one thing you are not.â
âH-hey! Iâm plenty s-s-so, sophis-ticated.âÂ
âDiego, you spend half your life running around in faux leather and running down alleyways like a bargain batman. Youâre a big idiot, is what you are.â
That earns a laugh as he lets go of one of your hands to reach up and try to swipe away the rest of his tears. You donât let him do it alone, instead using your own thumb to gingerly wipe under his eyes.
âHow about you and me go back home, huh? I know I said we had forever, but your weird ass little brother actually said something about your family bringing around another apocalypse. He had just downed ten cups of coffee though, which honestly was really impressive to watch but it also meant he was vibrating on the spot when he grabbed my collar and pulled me down to his face to spit that at me so I donât even know.â
âYou sure you still want to marry into this family? I wouldnât blame you if you wanted to run the other directionâ, Diego snuffles. You only push him back down onto his seat with a thump, reaching round his torso and making him put his seat belt back on.Â
âDiego, Iâve known you and your dumbass siblings since I was five years old, you already are my family. Plus, you know, youâve stranded me in 1960âČs Dallas so Iâm stuck with your ass until you get me back.â You start the car back up again, trying to figure out in your head your way back to Elliottâs place without Five being here to shout directions at you.
âThatâs my sexy pumpkin pie.â You use your right hand to thwack his chest as he finally bursts out in the first real fit of laughter heâs had in months.
âUgh, do not start calling me that again, mamaâs boy.â
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Poor Luther.
All he could do was raise his eyebrows at Elliott and smile apologetically as yet another pair of pants smacked against the blurred glass of his bedroom window. âThis is a lovely cup of teaâ, he manages to fumble out as he takes a nervous sip. Elliotâs too shocked to even reply, just leaning back on his chair and staring at the window with his mouth agape.
âIs your family... all... like this?â, he finally manages to blurt out, raising a finger to point in you and Diegoâs general direction. âI mean, I met the one with the robot mother... and he was just as-â. His words are overshadowed by the sound of pealing giggles reverberating through the upper balcony, and the sound of his bed creaking under the weight of the two of you rolling over. âAs franticâ, he finally manages to finish with a hard swallow.
âOh, those two?â, Luther starts with a shrug as he sets down his cup and saucer onto the living room table. âThose two are probably the most hectic out of all of us!â His smile seems to portray a sense of pride in the two of you, but it quickly falls into a regretful tight lipped grimace as he watches how horrified Elliott becomes. He looks like heâs about to pass out as he stands up, holding his hand out in front of him as if heâs about to ask something important, but instead he just lets his eyes fall wide as he mumbles out. âIâm going to go buy some more jelly.â
âGood idea, my friend!â, Luther stands up to slap him on the back. âIf Iâm being honest, I think Iâd rather go with you if thatâs alright. This could go on for a while.â
The sound of their receding footsteps down the slightly twisted staircase is overpowered only by the grunts of Diego as you roll over to straddle him. Your knees draw against his hip to hold him in place, and you can feel how much his body is burning against your skin as you reach up to hold his wrists above his head. Even though youâve only been here for ten minutes he looks wrecked in the silent moonlight that pours through the sole window: his hair dishevelled like a brandy plumage, his lips red and swollen, and yet it didnât stop him from trying to escape your grasp and reach up to try and reach your lips yet again. He pants as you push him back down, the engulfing silence of the night making the pounding of his heart all the more evident.
He whines as you lean down until your chest has covered his bare own and he feels your chin slide over his. He squirms under your body, a futile effort to gain some traction and quench the feeling of burning that alights the pit of his stomach with need. You bite down and tug his bottom lip when you see how his eyes have squeezed shut into a painful patience, earning you a gasp into your mouth and a growl that seems to grow from deep within his throat.
âDid I tell you how much I missed youâ, he pants as he finally manages to throw his thigh between yours and flip you down onto the mattress. He crawls over you, running his hands over every inch of skin on his way up: along your calves, biting them teasingly as he goes, skirting his fingertips along the edges of your thighs, splaying his fingers along your hips and squeezing before resting against your sides.Â
âI think you might haveâ, you manage to warble out against the feeling of Diegoâs tongue swiping against the seam of your lips. His legs drive against your own with the force of how he kisses you, pushing you further against the duvet and trapping you against the expanse of his chest. Itâs exhilarating and rushed, but full of all the passion and love and want that has been stored up within Diegoâs soul since you were cruelly torn from him.Â
He breaks away to nuzzle your neck with delicate kisses, so faint and heartfelt they seemed like whispered promises being etched into your skin. His beard though tickled your neck and broke the silence as you began to laugh, and you could feel his warm breath puff out against your shoulder blade in return. He pulls back to gaze down at you, all the adoration in the world bursting out of this whiskey, puppy dog eyes.
âAnd did you know that I love you more than anything?â
âYeahâ, you reach up to play with the curls of hair that lie against the nape of his neck. He closes his eyes in bliss and grunts as heâs enveloped by the brackets of your arms, before he collapses down on top of you to lie with his head under your chin. âI think I managed to get that idea.â
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dre is really really miss demonrry rn đ©đ© maybe bc itâs the holidays
DONT IâLL SOB NOT A DAY GOES BY I DONT THINK ABOUT HIM đđđđđđđđ
someone sent in an ask a bit ago about angel getting some holiday lingerie and surprising him the day before she leaves to spend the holidays in heavenâŠ.the way heâd get lowkey sad and
âThis isnât fair.â
She presses a tender kiss to the center of his forehead, her fingers playing with the curls along the nape of his neck. âI know, baby. I know.â
âI didnât think it would affect me this much.â He muses aloud, accent tight and grim. âI was so used to just spending the holidays with Dylan and my friends, I figured Iâd be fine. But itâs not the same anymoreâ itâs not the same without you.â
His girlfriend releases a lengthy sigh, the same sorrow weighing heavy in her chest. âYou know itâs mutual, H. But staying when Iâve been summonedâŠitâs risky, the same way missing important satanic events would be for you. Theyâd get suspicious, and itâd only be a matter of time before they came poking around.â
Harry nods numbly in understanding, but her words barely have an impact on his mood. âI know. I justâŠI hate it.â
Y/Nâs palms slide to grip his face firmly, tilting his muted eyes up to meet her own. It pains her to see him in such a state; he only gets this bad during the holidays, and she has a good guess as to why.
After centuries of drunken parties and empty celebrations, he finally has a family again to give this time of year meaning, yet heâs forced to surrender it in order to ensure their safety. Heâs forced to give up the opportunity to make timeless memories, just to keep the luxury of having any at all. Every year, she leaves him to go fulfill her duty to Heaven, and every yearâ with happy couples and reunited families bustling around him at every turnâ he feels her absence tenfold, and itâs enough to render him inconsolable.
The connotations of her absence only make matters worse. It reminds him that at the end of the day, their love is forbidden, and that he will spend the rest of eternity in the shadows of her life, hidden away for the sake of survival. Never meeting her friends, never getting approval from her father, always looking over his shoulder before touching her in public, only allowed to freely express their relationship behind the same four walls and thick doors.
Harry knows Y/N dreads it just as much as he doesâ the sneaking, the preventative measures, the forfeiting of milestone moments, the constant feeling of impending doom. All it would take is one unassuming mistakeâ one wrong set of eyes at the right time, one condemning sentence whispered to the correct earâ and it would all be over. They lead their entire relationship with a noose wrapped around its neck, and he canât help but think that one day, itâll snap taut.
That possibility makes him sick to his stomach.
Y/Nâs soft voice draws him out of his dark thoughts, her delicate touch searing away the tension in his jaw. She thumbs away the frown lines etching along the corners of his mouth, gazing down at him longingly. âA few weeks in exchange for a lifetime. Itâs worth it, donât you think?â
Harry cradles his face deeper into her grasp, his lashes fluttering at the static building between their skin. âOf course it is, dove. Itâs justâŠrough for me. Lonely. I miss you.â
The faint tremble in his tone shreds at her heart like claws. âIâll sneak out to see you, like I always do.â
Harryâs glossy eyes twinkle ever so slightly. âPromise?â
âI promise.â She confirms, leaning down to dust a kiss over each of his eyelids.
His lips twitch into a faint smile. âYou just made a deal with a demon. Means you canât break it.â
Her mouth spreads into a grin of its own. âI know.â
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concept: travelling with andrew and three kids, like waiting on airport and him being a dad and protectuve and a loving hubby đ©
Not sure if this is what you wanted. It's all dad, no hubby content. But this is what you get.
âMama? Whereâs mama?â The toddler wonders, looking around with her eyes opened wide.
He had let her wobble around the lounge freely but once she heads in the direction where you had left, he quickly jumps up to his feet and lifts her up into his arms just in time so she wouldnât impede the small group of businessmen who were just getting ready to board their plane.
âShe will be right back,â he promises, pecking a small kiss to her head. âMama went to get us some food.â
âMama food,â the toddler repeats, making him smile brightly.
âYes, mama went for food,â he confirms.
âWhat do you have to do to become a pilot?â The little girl wonders with her face pretty much glued to the large window.
âWearing your eyepatch is a good place to start,â Andrew says as he walks towards her and hands her the glasses with the patch.
She leans her head back and groans while taking them from him. âI look like an idiot,â she complains but puts them on, anyway.
The toddler in his arms is stroking over his cheek, and he is just about to pretend to be taking a bite of the small hand when his face freezes.
A deep frown settles on his forehead when that sentence makes it to his ears.
âWho says that?â He asks her and instead of biting the toddlerâs hand, he simply captures it with his own, rubbing it with his thumb.
âJimmy.â
âJimmy stinks. Who cares what he says,â the boy suggests from his spot in the armchair where he is lying with his head hanging down.
Andrewâs head turns to the side as he shoots him a look. âWell, so do you if you talk about others in such a way.â
âI was trying to make her feel better!â He argues right back.
âThere are other ways,â Andrew points out before turning his attention back to his daughter, who is staring at the planes outside again.
He gets a better hold of the toddler in his arms before squatting down to get on her level.
âJimmy wouldnât know an idiot if he saw one,â he starts carefully in order to hopefully push her blues away. âThey are usually much older. And their glasses are never nearly as cool as yours.â
He can see the corner of her mouth twitch a little and allows his own smile to grow some more. She had liked those glasses not so long ago, especially since she could pick them out herself.
âHow would you know?â She wonders and glances towards him. âHave you ever met one?â
Andrew whistles dramatically, which earns him a giggle from the youngest member of your family. âIâve met plenty. Too many to count,â he admits. âWanna know what I discovered then?â He raises his brow at her questioningly, to which she eagerly nods.
âBeing an idiot has nothing to do with what they look like,â he explains, shaking his head. âItâs about the things they do and the things they say. So as long as you treat the others nice and stay kind, looking like an idiot is not something you need to worry about.â
âI try to be nice...â
âAnd you are. One of the nicest,â Andrew says with a smile.
âWhereâs mum so long?â The boy speaks up again.
âMama food.â
âExactly!â Andrew cheers and the pitch of his voice makes the toddler chuckle again.
âItâs taking really long,â he notes.
âThereâs probably a long line. You saw how packed it was down there.â
âWhy was it packed?â The daughter asks.
âBecause there was a storm nearby and the planes could not go through it. Many flights were delayed and so the people had to stay here. And then other people, just like us, kept coming and so the airport just become too crammed.â
âBut planes are taking off now.â
He nodded. âThey are, slowly. The weather must have cleared up in some area. But it is still going to take a while before the crowds in here clear up, too.â
âHow much time we have before we board our plane?â
âWay too long,â he admits with a sigh after he checks the board behind him, catching a glimpse of you making it back into the lounge with the corner of his eye in the process.
âBut we have more than enough colouring books and comics to make it through,â he promises. âYou are not too tired, are you?â He checks.
âNope,â she informs him, shaking her head.
âGood. Now, please, get your brotherâs butt off the chair and go help your mum before she drops it all onto the floor.â
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Flip visiting us at work with baby Zimmerman for a change? Our coworkers have never seen him so they think heâs some old out of shape detective,but itâs our buff, fridge of a man phillyđ©
A/N: Thank you so much for this request! I hope you don't mind, I've turned this into something slightly a little smuttier than maybe was intended lol. I've also altered the context a little, in my Flip writing, his wife doesn't work, again I hope it's okay and that you enjoy!
2k, mentions of baby zimmerman, NSFW (Phone sex, mutual masturbation, slight exhibitionism(?)
It is a beautiful sunny summer day, perfect for a brunch with some of the other wives who lived on 21st Street, which is exactly where you find yourself on this particular Sunday. It was something of a tradition that you didnât really know when it started, but you really enjoy the occasions when everyoneâs schedules managed to line up for a good old fashioned gossip circle.
Youâre at Shelly Bakerâs house this time, a rotation of hosts meaning no one person got stuck with all the prep and clean up, and sheâs got a pretty good spread going of brunch finger foods and the all-important mimosas. Itâs nice to get out of the house sometimes, you think as you laugh at one of your friendâs jokes -- that is, until Shelly goes to answer the phone that rings, and calls out that itâs for you.
At once, your mind jumps to the worst-case scenario, because Flip never interrupts brunch when youâre with your friends, so you quickly excuse yourself from the conversation pit in the living room, and take the call in the guest bedroom, locking the door behind you for a little more privacy than just the kitchen would offer.
âFlip? Is everything okay?â You ask at once, cutting right to the chase, and groaning when you hear him chuckle.
âYeah weâre fine, I just missed you.â He says, and you let out a relieved sigh, smacking a hand to your forehead as you sit on the edge of the bed.
âYou scared me honey.â Scolding him, you lay back on the bed all the way, carrying the body of the phone with you, winding the cord around your finger.
âIâm sorry, itâs just, fuck -- ketsl, Iâm so wound up.â Flip says, and this time when he speaks, you can hear a sort of edge to his voice, the sort of edge that can really mean one thing. Heâs horny, and heâs going to make it your problem.
âWhereâs the baby?â Frowning suddenly, you try and look around for a clock to see what time it is. Itâs strange for you to not hear him fussing around in the background of your life.
âHeâs taking his nap, and I was just sittinâ around, and then I started thinkinâ of you, and now Iâm in our room and fuck honey-bunny I wish you were here.â Flip shudders out a moan at the expletive and that has your face growing hot.
âAre...â Turning your ear towards the door to make sure no one is coming, you cup your hand around the receiver and ask in a hushed tone, âAre you touching yourself?â
Another groan comes from the phone, and if you focus hard enough, you can hear the slick sound of his hand stroking his cock. At the realization, your thighs press closer together, something close to adrenaline making your heart pound a little faster at the thought that if anyone were to be listening in on the line they would hear.
âYeah, wish it was your fuckinâ hand though.â Flip doesnât seem to care about that possibility apparently, because heâs moving his hand faster, you can tell by the sound of his jeans rustling rougher when he grunts, âJoin me?â
âPhil! I canât, everyone is just in the other room.â Scandal, it would be a scandal if any of the other wives were to catch you, despite the way eager anticipation begins to flutter up into the pit of your stomach, as you sit down on the edge of the bed.
âPlease, just for a little bit.â You just know that if he were here in person, Flip would be giving you the biggest brown eyes he could manage.
Dammit, you think fondly, leaning backwards on the mattress.
âWhy donât you tell me what youâd do to me, if you were here?â Your voice is low, thick in the back of your throat as you try to keep yourself quiet.
Sucking on your fingers for a moment, you shove your hand down the waistband of your bottoms and with a little wriggling around to get comfortable, your fingers easily slide through your folds, your cunt growing ever wetter at the encouragement of the harsh breathing coming through the other line.
âIâd bend you over that kitchen counter and fuck you from behind so hard their dishes would fall off the fuckinâ walls,â He growls, and your toes struggle to curl in pleasure as your pussy throbs from the very thought of that, âAnd then once Iâve made you come all over my cock, Iâd tell you to suck the taste of yourself off of me.â
âOh yeah?â Your fingers speed up, knowing that you need this to be fast. Keeping the phone between your cheek and shoulder, you free your other hand to unbutton your blouse just enough so that you can pinch at your nipple, a moan puffing out of your mouth into the phone.
âYeah baby,â And then, like heâs a mind-reader, Flip grunts out, âIâd rip the buttons on your pretty blouse and suck on your tits until youâre crying because you love it so fucking much.â
âJesus Phil -- â Moaning and sighing, your hips push up up up as you fuck yourself on your fingers, mindful of the en-suite bath that youâll need to use to clean yourself up because of how fucking wet youâre getting. Flipâs voice in person is sexy enough, but having him fuck you over the phone like this is so seedy, so dirty, youâre already close to coming.
âAre you -- shit -- are you fuckinâ yourself on your fingers like a good girl? Say yes.â Flipâs close too, heâs panting hot heavy breaths, and youâre right there with him, your other hand leaving your nipple to clamp over your mouth.
âYes -- yeah, Iâm -- fuck youâve got to hurry though Flip, someoneâs bound to ask what Iâm doing.â Whispering, you try and convince your husband, but he is too wrapped up in his own pleasure to give a shit, and as much as youâre trying to be proper, the way your pussy throbs around your fingers says you donât either.
âLet them, let them all hear how fuckinâ badly I want you -- how wet I get you just from the sound of my voice. Goddamn your voice is so sexy, youâre so fuckinâ hot ketsl.â Flip grunts and moans one final time, calling out your name low and heady enough that it makes you finally come all over yourself.
Giving yourselves a moment to simply breathe, the absurdity of the situation overcomes you with a fit of giggles, and you can hear Flip chuckling too on the other end, can hear the little clink of his lighter as he sparks a cigarette to life.
âDamn, I canât believe you made me fucking come in Shellyâs guest bedroom.â Shaking your head even though he canât see it, you pull your hand away from your bottoms and suck the come off your fingers, wishing it were him. âYouâre too much sometimes, you know that handsome?â
âI know.â He says, and then with a sudden clarity announces, âIâm cominâ to get you.â
âWhat? Now?â
âYeah, make an excuse, Iâll be there in ten minutes, I love you.â
âWait, what about the baby -- ?â The line goes dead before you get an answer, the dial tone ringing.
You clean yourself up and put the phone back where you found it, smooth out the blanket on the bed as best you can so that it doesnât look suspicious, and once a thorough check-through has been done to ensure you donât have any wet spots anywhere, you finally emerge from the guest bedroom.
âIs everything okay?â
âYou look like youâve seen a ghost!â
The other wives all stop their brunch to check on you, and while you appreciate it, you wish that they wouldnât look at you so closely, lest they see the way your hair is maybe a little too mussed.
âThe babyâs got a fever, Flipâs on his way to come pick me up.â Lying through your teeth, youâre once again forever grateful that you can pin excuses to depart on your toddler, âIâm sorry, you know how these things can get out of control so quickly.â
âOh donât apologize! Weâve been dyinâ to see this husband of yours anyway.â Shelly says, and at that you blink, confused.
âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â Surely they all knew Flip, the man lived on their block! They must have seen him bringing in the mail, or carrying groceries, mowing the lawn...it dawns on you that no, maybe they havenât seen him do any of that because of his unpredictable work schedule.
Before anyone can answer though, thereâs a knock at the door, and all the wives sit up a little straighter with interest.
âThat should be him now.â You say, but instead of letting you answer the door, Shelly is up out of her seat and practically running to invite him inside.
The other wives are all practically craning their necks to catch a glimpse of the man, the least subtle women in all of Colorado Springs, youâre certain. And then, there it is, the sounds of that smooth baritone and gentle babbling that have become the soundtrack to your life, when Flip says, âHi Mrs. Baker, Iâm Flip Zimmerman, is my wife ready to go?â
â(Y/N)! You didnât tell us heâs hot!â Whirling around, Shelly scoffs at you almost as if sheâs insulted, and you would have laughed out loud if she hadnât said it directly in front of Flip.
âFor crying out loud.â Mortified, you smack a hand to your palm, especially when the sentiment goes straight to your husbandâs ego and he puffs out his chest a little extra, shifting the baby on his hip.
âWhy wouldnât I be?â Flip raises a teasing eyebrow, and Shelly goes beet red.
âOh -- uh -- well,â
âWe figured you were some pencil pusher that sat behind a desk all day.â One of the other wives says bluntly, and Flipâs smirk only grows.
âMaybe some of the guys at the station are, but Iâve got to stay in shape keeping up with this firecracker.â Making his way to you, he passes the baby over because now that youâre within his sight, heâs squirming and reaching for you.
âWe really should be going, Iâm sorry guys, Iâll see you on Wednesday?â Remembering your lie, you blow kisses to your friends instead of hugging them all individually, and make a beeline for the door, pushing and shoving Flip so that he doesnât hear them when they all giggle and gossip; Fuck, with a man like that, itâs a wonder she leaves his side at all.
Only when youâre safely in the car and Flip is pulling out of the driveway, do you smack his bicep with an incredulous grin.
âYouâre a menace.â You groan, kissing the babyâs forehead, the very same baby who should still be asleep right now, according to the little clock on the dashboard of Flipâs car. âI canât believe you woke him up from his nap.â
âI didnât, Iâll have you know he woke up right when I walked in his room.â Flip counters, and you smack him again.
âThatâs waking him up from his nap, idiot.â Laughing, you know that you canât be too mad at Flip, especially when he had spiced up what was an otherwise boring morning. Pleasant, yes, but ultimately boring.
âWell howâs about we get some ice cream, I drop him off at Maâs for the afternoon, and I fuck your brains out?â Flip suggests, and even though youâve been married for years, heâs still got that look in his eye that means youâre in for a good time.
Pretending to mull the offer over in your mind, you eventually nod with a cheeky yeah alright, because of course how could you resist this man of yours when heâs so good to you -- even when heâs bad.
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I know your getting so many baby fushiguro requests, but I hope you donât mind anotherđ„ș.
Can I request baby fushiguro actually getting in trouble by Gojo? Sheâs such a good baby, but one day sheâs just being a brat and is rude and snappy and aggressive towards everyone, and when she flips Gojo off, Gojo is not letting her slide with that behavior.
I just wanna see some serious parental Gojođ©.
scarlet witch! baby fushiguro! reader gets in trouble by platonic! dad! gojo
jujutsu kaisen x reader
masterlist of the series
warning(s): angst & disrepect
just a heads up, i am not good with angst D:
thank you sm for requesting, don't worry anon, i don't actually get a lot of requests and i don't mind either!! don't be shy to drop in some requests my dear readers :) hope you enjoy reading this <3
generally, you were a good and sweet baby who knows your boundaries.
sure, you can be a bit of a bundle of mischief and menace at times due to gojo's cocky and playful influence, but you had never crossed a line.
not until today.
being a toddler, you initially needed attention. hence, the reason you'd always look for someone to be with most of the time.
the past few weeks, however, everyone seemed to be busy. like, you suddenly became a ghost to them.
you'd tug their sleeves, trying to get their attention.
and what did you receive in return?
"not now [name], i'm busy."
"i can't play with you, i need to finish this."
"please, go away [name]."
even the ghost that would follow you and gojo around wasn't there for you. it made you feel alone and you didn't like it, not one bit.
at your age, you still lacked the maturity to understand as to why your father, uncle, brother and his friends are busy and distant at times like this. if only you knew the life of a jujutsu sorcerer.
so, your initial thoughts were as a young child; they didn't want you anymore and you felt neglected.
gojo had just finished his important meeting at tokyo jujutsu high with the other faculty from kyoto. he left you outside by the trees and garden where you loved to do your zoomies.
"[name] i'm done!" gojo approached you with a smile beaming on his face. "ready to go home, kikufuku?"
he pushed down his blindfold to see you angrily snapping at megumi with yuji and nobara who was just standing there behind him, completely shook.
gojo immediately ran towards the scene. "hey, hey, what's going on?"
"[name] just slapped my hand away." megumi explained, still recovering from shock as he stroked the hand you slapped away with such force that it became red.
you had always been a sweet, little angel. he and his friends couldn't decipher how your halo turned black today.
did a switch flip or something?
"what? [name], why did you do that?" gojo knelt down at your height, reaching a hand out to hold by your shoulders.
you immediately pushed his hand away and shoved gojo away from you, your eyes were a burning red haze of fury. gojo had never seen you so aggressive before.
he was speechless for a second.
"don't touch me!" you cried out, backing away from your father and the rest. "leave me alone!"
"has she ever been like this before?" yuji glanced down at you with a frown. "[name] wouldn't let us touch her or talk to her."
"she even refused to talk to panda or anyone!" nobara noted, knowing how much you loved the cursed corpse for looking like a pokemon. "i have never seen [name] this aggressive..."
"me neither." gojo pinched the bridge of his nose gazing into your now red eyes.
your heightened emotions were causing your chaos magic to leak.
"[name], that wasn't very nice of you. i want you to apologize to your brother for slapping his hand away." gojo became serious at this point, his playful and smiley aura had subsided.
gojo might not be strict when it comes to spoiling you with treats and such, along with the whole parenting situation he has with you since he has no exact experience, but he knows how and when to take a foot down especially with this kind of behavior you were displaying right now.
gojo was absolutely not tolerating this one.
one thing that gojo knows is that yelling will not help, because that would only make it seem he is invalidating your anger and he doesn't want that.
judging from the looks of it, it appears that forcing you to spill anything will just result in you yelling and pushing them away. you might even involuntarily use your untamed chaos magic at them.
"alright, you three go on ahead to your dorms." gojo glanced at his three students which they nodded and did.
after the three left, your father peered down at you and sighed. "as for you miss sourpus, you and i are going home right now to settle this."
since you didn't want to be held, gojo simply teleported you and him back at the house, specifically in your room.
you were sat down at the edge of your bed as gojo stood before you, arms folded and blindfold off.
"can we talk this over? just the two of us, no megumi, no yuji or any other student around." gojo asked calmly.
you stayed quiet and fiddled with your thumbs, not wanting to talk.
you were still brimming with anger and frustration. after shoving your father away and slapping megumi's hand, it made you realize that it wasn't an unacceptable thing to do.
so, you did everything in your power to not do it again by bottling it all up.
"i see, i get that you're angry [name]. but if you continue to be like that, then i can't be of help. i'm giving you ten minutes to cool off and when i come back, you and i are going to talk."
after giving some space, gojo went back into your room in exactly ten minutes to find you holding back tears as you held the pikachu stuffed toy that megumi bought you.
"[name], are you ready to talk?" gojo peeked his head inside your room, checking if you'd finally answer in a much calmer state now.
you nodded, avoiding eyes with gojo.
"[name], did we do something wrong? i want to know you're acting like that to us." gojo asked in a calm manner, he wasn't angry with you. he just wants to help and correct your behavior.
"n-no." you sputtered out, tears filling the brim of your eyes.
you weren't exactly angry at them. you were just frustrated, a bit too frustrated for your brain to handle that you ended up being aggressive and rude to everyone.
"why are you crying baby?" gojo knelt down, cupping your cheek.
you looked gojo tearfully, feeling guilty and ashamed with the way you acted towards him and everyone earlier. "i'm sorry, i didn't mean to. i thought everyone doesn't want me anymore."
"who told you that? of course i want you, we love you." gojo explained, pressing his forehead against yours, which made you a more crying mess.
"everyone's so distant to me. i thought i wasn't wanted anymore." you explained, hiccuping in between. "i didn't mean to be mean. i was.. i was just frustrated."
gojo picked you up before sitting on your bed to place you on his lap. as he wiped away the tears from your eyes, he explained how busy he and the others were that they had to decline and not give you the attention you needed.
just like you, they didn't mean to be distant either.
gojo explained bit more about the jobs of jujutsu sorcerers and him being a teacher, just to give you a better understanding of their busyness.
as well as how to deal with emotions and how to not bottle them all up. gojo taught you that it is okay to feel angry, but hurting others was not.
after reconciling with your father, you went to apologize to your brother and his friends for being mean.
gojo might be lazy and irresponsible at times, but he knows what is right and wrong.
he did not exactly give you any punishment for your actions, gojo just wanted you to realize your mistake and correct it.
he does not want you to do it again, which you did :) so all means well.
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DrakenBaji x Fem Y/N đ©đ©đ©đ©
Maybe the both like her and want to experiment so they invite her over?
OF COURSE MY BABIES !! đ§đ»ââïž
i want to point out that you have a choice to ignore this post so if you read it and still bitch about it, iâll jump you. no one is forcing you to read it okay? good, iâm glad weâve got that out the way!
draken raises a brow at his boyfriend. everyone knew just how jealous and possessive baji could get sometimes. he wasnât always like that but there was just something about draken that made him feel that way. sue him, draken was fucking hot.
âbaby, are you sure?â ken asks and itâs clear heâs very hesitant. it wasnât that he didnât think y/n was hot, he knows she is but in the same way that ran haitani was hot.
hot but off limits
he never really thought about sex with her and why would he? he had baji and that was more than enough but they had been talking about experimenting a little and they had tried a few things that draken wanted to do so he wasnât going to knock it till he tried it.
âyesâ baji grins, âi trust her and i know sheâs not going to suddenly catch feelings for youâ
âand you?â draken asks, frowning a little
âIâm yours and yours aloneâ baji says, âi have no interest in her like that but if we were to try it, sheâd be the best choiceâ
and yeah, he did have a good point. y/n wasnât interested in anyone romantically and she didnât care for relationships. she also wouldnât run and tell their business to anyone and it helped that she was really pretty.
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âme?â y/n asks. she doesnât look that surprised and itâs probably because sheâs used to people asking her weird shit all the time
âyou can say noâ draken laughs, âhe just doesnât want it to be with anyone else and youâre easy goingâ
âi guess thatâs trueâ y/n shrugs, âokay, iâm inâ
đ±đ±
thatâs how they ended up at y/nâs apartment with her legs spread wide. she was already panting from the first 2 orgasms she had and she knew they werenât done with her yet.
draken was already stretching her out and she felt like she would split in half if baji pushed in next to him but they were determined to break her by the time they were done.
âfuckâ she moans, throwing her head back against the pillows when she feels bajiâs finger slide in beside draken
âiâm fullâ she whines
âbut it feels good right?â baji smirks, âken is making you feel good, isnât he?â
y/n nods her head frantically. she feels like sheâs going to cum against just from this and baji hasnât even gotten inside her yet. she cries out and begs him to hurry and draken had the patience of a saint because he only moved his hips slowly, thrusting just enough to make her feel better but not enough to get her off.
âokay relaxâ draken soothes, âwe donât want to hurt youâ
she takes a deep breath as baji lines himself up next to draken and slowly pushes in. she doesnât even realise sheâs cumming because it feels so good and it burns in the best way. her legs wonât stop shaking and baji just laughs at her.
âshitâ he groans, âtight fitâ
he leans in to kiss draken
âcan we move?â draken asks after letting y/n relax into the sheets and she nods, feeling so fucked out already
âbe good and hold on tightâ baji smirks, âweâll show you a real good timeâ
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hi!! i was thinking of how gojo would react to being teased in public and then how he'd finger s/o as "revenge". I know this sounds basic but i just know you'll make it gooood đ© (no pressure lmao)
hey bb <3 scumbag!gojo is still on my mind so iâll write something up for ya
warnings: high school!au (reader just turned 18, gojo is 18/19) humiliation, gojo is an asshole, slight vouyerism, remote-controlled vibrator, tw manipulation, smut, toxic relationship
Gojo messed up.
Yeah, yeah, he forgot your birthday, so what? It doesnât mean anything when the two of you arenât exactly dating. Right?
Well, you did get him a new pair of sunglasses on his birthday.
Okay, fine. He fucked up. Whatever.
Except, now youâre acting weird. Itâs typical of you to tease him the second you enter class, sneering in his smiling face and muttering names under your breath that he finds so endearing: Loser. Dumbass. Cuntfuck. None of that todayâ you simply walk in and duck your head, avoiding his scanning eyes as you take a seat, notably far away from him. Gojo reminds himself to buy you flowers after class, thatâs what girls like? Heâll ask Shoko laterâ
âHey! How was the mission, Suguru?â
Suguru? First-name basis? Gojo squints behind his glasses, brows narrowing as his best friend chatters away, you pressed up against the desk with your head propped up against your chin like a flirty schoolgirl. Geto takes the bait, leaning against your desk so that thereâs minimal space between you two. At least he has some decency to flicker his gaze at Gojo, noticing the way his palms are clenched into fists.
Does Geto care? No, he never doesâ heâll take any opportunity to make Gojo mad. And if that means teasing along with Gojoâs cute sidepiece and possibly get a chance with her, heâll do it.
âAwful. Look at the bruise I got, sweetheart.â
Heâs lifting his shirt before you can even blinkâ truly, there is lavender swelling right above his pelvis, below the landscape of fine lines and tight abs. Your fingers reach out to touch it.
âDoes it hurt?â
âNot anymore.â He winks and you giggle, a high pitched titter that comes off as nothing but girly, a sound that Gojo has never heard from you. If he wasnât mad before, he is now, your nails still stroking against Getoâs skin.
âOh, your birthday is today, right? Happy birthday!â
Great. Gojo frowns. How does he know?
Your eyes fall on Gojo. âThanks, not everyone remembers.â
The second class ends, Gojo wraps his palm around your wrist and drags you into the empty classroom across the hall.
âLet go!â You whine, kicking at his shin. He easily deflects with infinity, your foot bouncing away from his leg.
âSo what, youâre gonna whore yourself out now? For Suguru?â
You scoff. âHow many times do I have to tell you to look in a mirror? Fuck off.â Youâre ready to push past him but heâs barricading the door by leaning against it, arms crossed to keep his chillaxing demeanor.
âGet off the door, Gojo.â
He raises a brow at the use of his family name and not his given one. âGojo!? Câmon, baby, cheer up, I just wanted to give you your present.â
You look suspicious. âMy present?â
âŠ
âY/N? An answer, please?â
âS-sorry, Sensei. Um, I-I think it should be- ah, 3x-7?â
âIs that a question or an answer?â
Itâs two hours later and Gojo is all smiles. His âpresentâ is lodged right up your sweet cunt, the remote settling perfectly in his palm as he fingers away at the switches. He canât believe that you agreed to have it inside you, only putting up a little bit of reluctance when he showed you what was in his pocket. Perhaps it was Gojoâs impressive sweet-talking that swayed you, him promising to make it up to you for your birthdayâ âBaby, I swear, itâll make you feel so good. Iâll let you cum as much as you want, you can tell me when to stop, promise.â
Youâre a fool for believing him.
Every class is like thisâ him teasing with the settings every time you have to talk, the vibrator rattling right up against your G-spot and making your panties drip in arousal. He pulls back the second he notices how tense you are, how your fingers are stabilizing themselves on your desk and how your knees clack against each other when you clench your thighs. And every single time you look at him with pleading eyes, he pointedly looks away, turning to talk to Geto.
You vow to kill him after class, but after fifth, sixth, seventh period, you canât even think, head slumping against your textbooks as your body spasms on its own. You swear you hear Gojo laughing behind you, whispering to Getoâ âShe must be tired. Heard she went too hard for her 18th.â You cannot seem to care, for youâll come running to him after class, begging for any bit of release. Heâll give it to you alright, after telling you to âSay pleaseâ and âWhy donât you tell me how Iâm the strongest and the bestest and then, maybe, Iâll let you cum. How about that?â
Youâll do whatever. Beggars canât be choosers, even on your own birthday.
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