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fxllfaiiry · 1 year

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❥ It's so sweet, knowing that you love me

★ pairing: miguel o'hara x fem!reader

★ summary: miguel knows you're pregnant, the only problem is he doesn't know how to to tell you. ─ or the time miguel found out before you.

★ warnings: fluff!! usage of many pet names, angst if you squint, miguel being a simp for his wife, pregnancy stuff, swearing, some shitty humor.

★ notes: there aren't enough dad and husband miguel fics out there so i had to write this!! icon credits: @/natashowlet

Miguel knew something was off, he’s known for days.

You’ve recently been throwing up, having odd cravings and random mood swings. At first, he thought you might be sick, you thought the same thing but now he knows it's not that. You were definitely pregnant. Everything adds up, and all of it made sense, then again he could be totally wrong.

He made up his mind to try and talk to you once you returned home, he would surprise you with a romantic dinner and bring up the subject. He had about an hour to prepare everything.

Well, that's what he thought, the second he got up to start preparing, you waltzed in through the door.

“Mi Amor, I’m home.” Why are you home this early? He wanted to surprise you.

“Mami, why are you home so early?” He says pulling you into a bear hug, usually, he would squish you completely but right now he wasn't sure that’d be the best idea.

“What, aren't you happy to see me?” You chuckle.

“No, no I'm really happy, I was just gonna cook you a surprise dinner that's all,” he replies bashfully

“Aw, that's so sweet.” You threw your arms around him, placing kisses wherever you could reach. “I have the best husband ever.”

“And I have the most amazing wife, now come on let’s go make something to eat.” He scoops you up in his arms and carries you bridal style towards the kitchen. He desperately wants to bring up the topic of you possibly being pregnant but now was not the best time, he didn't want to ruin the moment.

This conversation could wait till tomorrow, right now he just wanted to enjoy some time with his wife.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

“Good night, Miggy.” His head was buried into your neck, his arms were secured somewhat tightly around your belly, and your smaller hands were coving his bigger ones.

He thought about bringing up the topic right now but quickly scratched off that idea.

He was so tired from the day's activities, he could fall asleep instantly.

He could hear you slowly drifting off, your breathing calming him down and lulling him into slumber... well almost.

Just as he was on the verge of falling asleep he heard something ─ or rather someone.

He could hear another heartbeat. Coming right from you. He thought he was going crazy at first, but the closer he listened, the clearer it got. He was right, you were pregnant.

Holy shit. You were pregnant. He was going to be a dad.

In all this, it occurs to him that you didn't even know yet, he would have to tell you tomorrow no matter what.

He’s so happy. He finally has another chance, he won't mess up this time. He would do anything to protect you both.

But what if you didn't want kids just yet? The topic of kids has come up before and you both want them, but what if you changed your mind? There were so many things that could go wrong but Miguel tried to push all the negative thoughts away and focused on falling asleep.

He slept like a baby that night.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

“So, honey, I was hoping to talk to you about something.” He avoided having the conversation all morning, now he needed to tell you.

“What is it, Miggy?” You sit down looking at him expectantly. You could see that he was nervous, it was obvious by the way he was acting. “Is everything okay?”

“Yes, everything is fine, mi corazón, don't worry.” How should he start? Should he just jump straight into it or start off slow? He should have thought about this before, well no time to do that now.

He took a deep breath and it all came rushing out “I think, actually no, I know that you’re pregnant.”

Silence. You were too stunned to speak.

“Excuse me?” There was pure shock written all over your face, he would’ve laughed if the situation was different.

“I heard 2 heartbeats last night, one was yours and the other one was -”

“Are you sure? I mean are you 100% sure? Maybe you heard something else?” You didn't want to get your hopes up just yet, you always wanted a baby with Miguel but if this turned out to be a false alarm you would be a little crushed.

“I’m 9.99% sure. Bebé, if you want we can get a pregnancy test done?”

“Yeah okay, let’s do it.”

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

An hour later both of you stood in the bathroom. Three minutes felt like hours right now.

You might be pregnant. This isn't some crazy dream.

“Bebé, if you don’t want to keep the baby I absolutely respect tha-” He’s still not sure if you’re happy with this or not. He was worried he messed up in some way.

“No, I want to keep the baby but I just don't want to get my hopes up just yet. I definitely want to have a baby with you.” You wrap your arms around him, his scent calmed you down. You were going to be okay.

“I want to have a baby with you too,” he whispers.

You lean up to give him a kiss, your hands gently coming up to stoke his cheeks. Miguel pulled back and mutters, “I love you.”

“Love you too.” A moment later you both heard the timer going off. This was it.

You slowly step forward picking up the stick and turning it around.

Positive. You were pregnant.

“Well, what does it say?” This whole thing is making him feel so anxious.

“We’re having a baby.” His wife is carrying his baby, this is real, he isn't dreaming.

“I knew it! I was right.” He pulls you off the ground and into a hug, placing kisses all over your face while muttering small “thank you’s” and “I love you’s”

“I can't believe we’re gonna have a mini O’Hara running around soon,” you giggle kissing his jawline.

“She’s going to be just like her mother. ” Knowing a mix of you and him was going to be here soon made him feel content.

“How do you know they're gonna be a girl, hm?”

“Just… a small feeling.” His small feeling would be proven right 9 months later.

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libraryofgage · 4 months

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Been watching sooooo much say yes to the dress so.....

Steve and Robin are consultants and co-designers at Kleinsfeld. Robin especially loves designing and Steve really loves that moment brides find The Dress because they light up and he helped make that happen and it just makes him smile

Enter Eddie Munson, rockstar and definitely not in a relationship but at Kleinsfeld to find a dress he can wear for an upcoming music video that's a little corpse bride vibes re revenge and murder (dead bride raised by necromancer and given opportunity to get revenge on her killer ex)

Eddie shows up with the guys and Steve/Robin are their consultants (they can't be separated bad things happen like Robin knocking over a rack of dresses bc Steve isn't there to pull her back in time) and when Steve (knows who Eddie is, doesn't care that much, they get celebrities all the time) asks who the bride is neither blink at Eddie raising his hand with a shit eating grin

They just go right into the design/style/budget questions and Eddie is almost disappointed he didn't get to cause more of a scene lmao

Anyway Steve is the one helping in the dressing room and he's getting Eddie into this big dramatic ballgown when Eddie asks why he's a consultant

Steve inadvertently just rambles about helping brides and making them feel the center of attention and cared for and special during their appointments. He also talks about designing affordable but fashionable dresses with Robin since he has experience with high fashion and general design and she knows best about keeping costs down without making things ugly

Obviously Eddie Munson is immediately heart eyes listening to this guy describe all of this while expertly lacing a ballgown corset and getting clips in place so it fits right and before he knows it Steve is leading him to where Robin and the band are waiting

The guys are immediately all giving Looks (derogatory) but can't describe what's wrong until Robin looks at Eddie and asks if he's adverse to negative feedback

Eddie is like "???? No, I guess???"

And is just even more confused when Robin goes, "No. Really, think about it."

So when he says it's fine Robin pushes Steve forward and tells him to let loose. Eddie is surprised cuz Steve is so sweet? How could he possibly be mean? And then Steve just holds nothing back like "the color washes you out, that beading makes your chest look uneven, the ballgown is actually a horrible silhouette on you because you just look uncomfortable having so much dress hanging off you"

And he says it all with this little popped out hip and slightly pursed mouth and raised eyebrow and it's so so bitchy and Eddie is fucking in love okay, he's gone, he needs to make fun of other people with Steve immediately

But also he's a gremlin so he's like "can a guy even look good in a wedding dress tho, like, does it matter?"

And Robin immediately jumps in like "of course it does you plebian especially if you want the music video to be any good"

This leads to Eddie and the guys not believing them so Robin and Steve share A Look and they do love proving people wrong so they're both like "bet" and tell Eddie to wait there

Cue them grabbing a sample dress (click to see what I'm thinking literally this is such a pretty dress holy shit) from their collection, putting Steve in it, and then showing it off

Eddie is dead. Immediately. Steve's arms? His legs? His chest? His confident little smirk as he spins in front of them?? 4 braincells dead and 28 injured in Eddie’s head

Anyway he literally ends up on his knees begging Steve to be in the music video, Steve agrees cuz he thinks Eddie is hot and funny, and CC fans lose their shit over the bride and his dress in the music video, especially when he and Eddie kiss at the end after the revenge murdering

#steddie #steve harrington #eddie munson #platonic stobin #stobin #robin buckley #corroded coffin #rockstar eddie munson #designer steve harrington #say yes to the dress #my writing #the brainworms here are unbelievable #maybe I'll write it one day #idk have to see how long it lingers hfkshfks #bitchy steve harrington my beloved btw #i love that for him

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innitnotfound · 2 years

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Brooooooo I just watched one of those popin cookin candy making kits and omfg the candy onigiri are making me hungry I REALLY want an actual onigiri now

I don't even know what actual onigirl are like I'm literally making this post in the heat of the moment i just know that there's rice and seaweed involved and I should probably eat something

#Also ik onigirl probably aren't ALWAYS just rice and seaweed #Like ik there's probably other stuff added for different types #But this is a bite sized post so I'm not gonna get into all the different types #Gotta try keep this short and sweet yk #chibi's rambles #but yeah popin cooking videos are the SHIT #if y'all have the time go watch them!!!#specifically go watch ones by RRcherrypie #If you sort by oldest you'll get a lot of popin cooking videos #and a bunch of other videos of the sort #They still do videos similar to popin cooking style #But sorting by oldest makes it easier to find the good stuff yk #edit: oooooo onigirl typically has meat or vegetable filling...#depending on the filling I'm down 👀#edit 2: HOLY SHIT YOU CAN MAKE THEM WITH SALMON #HELL YEAH DUDE #well technically you can make them with any meat or veggie #But still‚ nice to know I can actually order them from a restaurant if I want #And not just stuck having to make them at home #Bc like homemade is good but like #Sometimes you just wanna eat at a restaurant yk?#Or just like be able to pick up one at a convenience store for a quick snack #And not have to make every single one you eat at home bc you don't like any of the typically sold flavors #So definitely that's a plus!!!

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sunjaywoning · 5 months

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JUNGWON’S WAIST IS DRIVING ME INSANE PLEAS EPLEASE PLEASE CAN YOU WRITE SOMETHJNG ABOUT IT IM GONNA COLLAPSE HOLY SHIT

IM GONNA DIE

i saw it too i almost s/creamed 😻

See-through Shirt

・:〃 ➜ pairing: jungwon x reader

➜ includes: blowjob, quickie, heeseung cameo

You were on set with him and saw the stylists giving it to him for the shoot. At first you thought it was a normal black shirt, but after he came out of the fitting room, it was something else completely. It was completely translucent. You could see his entire chest, his stomach and his physique under the shirt.

You were shocked to say the least, the stylists never tried this ‘revealing’ style on Jungwon before, and it was definitely a first for him too. The other members who saw also made comments like, “Woahh Jungwonie’s all grown up~”

After the shoot, you two were in an unoccupied room together organising some things. Out of nowhere, he decided to show some affection by giving you a back hug. You could feel his body pressing up against you, it felt like he wasn’t wearing a shirt at all. You spun around and gave him a kiss on his lips, placing your hands on his chest. The shirt was so thin, you could feel his nipples through it. After breaking the kiss, you gave him another kiss, but with more intensity so he started making out with you as a response.

As you pushed your bodies up against one another in the kiss, something hardened in Jungwon’s pants that you couldn’t ignore. He looked around, then back at you, “Do you wanna do it here? The others are busy eating their dinner..” You quickly nodded, pushing his body forwards, making him walk backwards slowly and ending up with his back on the all.

You bent down to unzip and take off his pants, making them drop to his ankles. Pulling his underwear down, his dick sprung up, slapping his abdomen which was covered by the transparent shirt. “You look so hot in this shirt, I can see everything underneath…” His tip was red and leaking with precum, waiting to be touched. Without talking any further, you started pleasuring him by licking the tip as a tease, while looking up at him. You could see that he looked at you in anticipation, wanting you to take it further, “Hurry up.. I can’t wait any longer.”

You attached your lips onto Jungwon’s dick and swirled your tongue around it. He held onto you and groaned as you used both your hands and mouth to pleasure him. Skillfully, you sucked his tip while rubbing the shaft, which made him moan even louder. It was obvious he wasn’t going to last long, judging by the way he shut his eyes and threw his head back. “Fuckk.. Love the way you suck it…” he mumbled, trying to his volume down as much as possible.

It wasn’t too long until Jungwon’s legs started to twitch, a sign that he was close to cumming. You saw this and immediately started rubbing harder and faster, making him moan loudly, louder than he usually did. You told him, “You need to keep quiet honey, the others are going to hear..” before putting your whole mouth onto his dick and deepthroating him. He tried to keep it down by covering his mouth with his hand. The room was filled with slurping and choking sounds as well as Jungwon’s sweet muffled moans. “Ah.. I’m going to cum!” Jungwon let out a loud whine as he released his load into your mouth. It came in multiple spurts, coating the walls of your mouth with his cum. You swallowed it, then stood up to give Jungwon one more kiss on the lips, making him moan into the kiss.

A few knocks on the door interrupted you and Jungwon, making both of your heads turn to the door. “Jungwon-ah, are you done? We need to film the ending scene..” It was Heeseung. Fortunately, the door was locked, so he couldn’t come in. This made the two of you scramble to clean up and organise yourselves, “I’m coming Hyung!” Jungwon replied back. You wondered if Heeseung had heard anything from the room.

Jungwon’s face was red as he left the room, making Heeseung question him as they walked towards the set, “What took you so long?” “Oh, N-Nothing, I was just carried away spending time with my girlfriend..” Heeseung chuckled, patting Jungwon on the back.

“Those rooms aren’t soundproof you know…”

#enhypen hard hours #enhypen hard thoughts #enhypen smut #enhypen imagines #enhypen x reader #enhypen scenarios #jungwon hard hours #jungwon hard thoughts #jungwon smut

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vivwritesfics · 12 days

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Set The World On Fire

Chapter Fourteen

Lando Norris had been incredibly angry when they met. Incredibly angry, but sweet enough to help her. Turns out he just needed somebody to talk to, somebody to be there for him.

He was easy to fall for, and that put her in a world of danger

Warnings: Stalking

Mafia AU

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"Happy birthday, Stinky."

Lando opened his eyes and let out a groan. It was far too early. He closed his eyes and placed his head back against the pillow.

A hand was in his hair, brushing through his curls. "Oh, you're so cute," she mumbled and pressed a kiss to the top of his head. Lacing her fingers through his own, she tried to pull him up. "C'mon, birthday boy. I made breakfast."

The promise of food was what coaxed him out of bed. As he stood, she threw a pair of pants at him, covering up his nakedness.

The moment she opened the bedroom door, the smell hit him. It was so damn sweet. Pancakes, waffles, French toast. It was a kids dream. "Holy fuck," he said as he walked into the kitchen. "Baby, what time did you get up?"

She shrugged her shoulders. "Doesn't matter," she said as she turned back to the stove, where more was cooking. Holy shit, he was gonna be double his body weight by the time his birthday was over.

Lando strode over to her. He wordlessly wrapped his arms around her and pressed a kiss to her shoulder. "You didn't have to do all of this, baby," he whispered against her skin.

There was a moment of hesitation before she answered him. "I... this isn't like your normal birthdays, I'm sure. I still wanted to make it special."

He kissed her shoulder again. "You already have."

There was no hiding the smile she wore as she placed the newest batch of pancakes (American style this time) on the table. "Eat up," she said as she placed the pan in the sink. "I'll bring takeout home tonight, yeah?"

French toast halfway to his mouth, Lando paused. "Huh?" He asked, mouth still open, ready to take a bite. But then he put the toast back down. "What? It's my birthday," he said. "You can't leave on my birthday. That's the birthday boy's rules."

"Well, birthday boy," she began as she walked past him. "I've got work. Unless you wanna live in a cardboard box in the back alley."

For a second, Lando looked like he was contemplating it. She rolled her eyes as she headed back to the bedroom to get ready for the day.

The way Lando missed her when she was working was unhealthy, he knew. But over the weeks, months (he wasn't sure how long it had been, all of the days seemed to blend together), he'd found ways to entertain himself.

She'd given him complete access to her laptop. Lando had felt so guilty when he'd hijacked it, downloading programmes and logging into software to get into contact with his employees. But the fortification of his house was coming along nicely, all because she had given him her laptop.

Any day now the house would be ready, he knew. Lando wanted nothing more than to see her roaming the halls. He'd show her around, show her the office (once he'd made it his own), show her the library, the garden. He'd take her up to meet his mum, and his dad now, too.

The thought of her in his house, in his space, helping make it his own, it stirred something in him. Something that had him grabbing her waist before she could walk through the door and head out to work. "Lan!" She said in surprise as he nipped at her neck. "Calm down, birthday boy. I'll be back in a few hours."

He watched her go. But the moment the door shut, he sat on the sofa and opened the laptop.

Nobody had wished him a happy birthday, but Lando wasn't surprised. That wasn't how it worked in a family. It was business as usual, maybe a private celebration with the head of the family's partner.

This was already the best birthday Lando had ever had. He logged into the laptop, typed several different and intricate passwords into the software he had to get into.

Will and Max had left him messages, detailing what they had done to the house. You'll need to come by today and get yourself onto the system, Will had messaged.

A groan left Lando's lips. He threw his head back for just a moment, eyes shutting. Her rarely used car was parked just across the street, and Lando knew where she kept the keys. If he left how he could be back before returned from work.

Getting changed into his suit (the one she'd cleaned up for him), Lando grabbed her keys from the hook beside the door. He pocketed them and made his way out to her car.

Lando hadn't been back to the house in months. It didn't look any different from the day he'd left it.

By the gate waited Max Fewtrell. He looked at Lando with a frown before using the keypad to open the gate. As the gate opened, Max climbed into the car. "This isn't yours," he said.

"Nope," Lando replied and began driving up towards the house.

Still, Max looked at him,clearly waiting for something more. Something that Lando wouldn't give unprompted. "You haven't run off and become a car thief, have you?" Max challenged. "Because that would be really bad for business."

Lando couldn't help but laugh as he pulled up to the house. "Nope, this beauty belongs to the love of my life."

Beauty. Max snorted at that. The car was anything but beautiful. "If we get everything set up today, you gonna move her in?"

Truthfully, Lando didn't know. If he'd been any other rich guy living in this huge ass house, he would have done it in a heartbeat. But he wasn't just any other rich guy. His world was dangerous and he wanted her away from it. If he could have kept himself away, he would have.

Max led him to the security office. He sat Lando down in front of a bunch of monitors and began setting up the security system, coding it to his passwords and prints.

It was a long process, one I will not bore you with. Lando was nearly falling asleep by the time he was finally finished. He checked the watch on his wrist and couldn't wait to get back to her apartment, back to her. His baby.

But he wasn't quite ready yet. With Max trailing behind him, Lando walked to his bedroom.

How many mindless hookups had he had in this bed? "Get new sheets," he said and Max wrote it down. "And clear out half of my wardrobe."

Because Lando really couldn't stay away from her, could he? After spending the last few months living together, living in bliss, he couldn't imagine not waking up beside her every day.

So, Lando had his staff readying the house for her to move in. It was incredible to watch happen, all for his baby. And, as soon as that was done, he headed home, headed back to hers.

***

Things had felt normal, leaving the office. He stopped into the shops, got the birthday boy some birthday chocolates, and got some takeout for the both of them.

It was her usual route home and not too far at all. Although she lived in a sketchy area, she'd never felt unsafe on her walk home.

Until tonight.

Maybe it was paranoia. Ever since Lando had told her, she'd been a lot more wary. But she'd never felt this before, never this terrified.

She sped up her steps and quickly glanced back.

The person behind her with his hands shoved into their pockets sped up their steps, too. They crossed the street when she crossed the street and followed her around corners.

When she got to her street, she was running. She kept the takeout and the shopping held tight to her body as she legged it as fast as she could to her door.

The person behind her started running, too.

As soon as she got through the door of the apartment building, she pushed her way through and kicked it shut behind her, buying her just a few more seconds.

She managed to get her own door open before the person grabbed her. Throwing her body against the door she shut it, locked it and put the chain across.

Her chest was heaving as she dropped her bags and wandered into the kitchen. As she poured herself some water, Lando came running out of the bedroom. "Baby, what is it?" He called as he strode over.

She was shaking when Lando pulled her into his chest. "You're okay," he whispered and ran his hands through his hair. He ignored the smashed bottle of wine by the front door. "I've got you, baby."

She didn't tell him what happened that moment, couldn't bring herself to speak. Lando held her until she could and, when she did, he spent his night by the door, watching through the peephole with his gun pressed to the wood.

Tomorrow he'd get her out of here, get her somewhere safe.

a/n: i'm so sorry i haven't updated this one in over two weeks, my focus has been elsewhere lmao

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blondwhowrites · 26 days

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Hello! This is my first time writing in and I just want you to know how much I love love love your blog!!

I was wondering if you’ve ever written anything about brothersbestfriend!Mattheo. I just imagine he’d feel super guilty at first, fooling around with his best friend’s sister. Maybe he’d try to break it off but reader would get all sad and pouty, insisting that her brother will never find out.

Whether the reader is biologically related or adopted is up to you. I also did not intend for it to be this long—ANOTHER ADDITION TO THE PRINCESS MULTIVERSE

Oh my god—You being Theo's pretty younger sister and Mattheo just being absolutely obsessed with you!!! He always thought you were interesting. You've always just kind of been there, kind of tucked in a corner, watching as he, Theo, and Draco played together. You were weird in your own little quirky way—quiet, introverted, but not shy. No, you weren't at all shy, just simply quiet.

Mattheo always felt drawn to you in a way he really couldn't understand. You two just coexisted with each other, and it stayed that way until his sixth year, when you suddenly became 'beautiful' in the eyes of society. He always knew you were gorgeous, the most beautiful girl he had ever met, but now other boys and even some girls were starting to realize it too. The whole Slytherin gang becomes your impromptu guards on the orders of Theodore Nott. Suddenly, Mattheo is walking you to all of your classes and being forced to watch over you at parties—and that's when it really starts to go downhill for him.

You're the most wonderful being to ever exist, and holy shit, does it hit Mattheo HARD. You tend to ramble about the weirdest things like human anatomy, and your army of stuffed animals, and he's just nodding along admiring you like you're some sort of goddess. You give him little trinkets as gifts and he has a whole entire box full of them because he wouldn't ever dare throw them away. He's in love—there's no denying it. He'd done the one thing he swore he would never do...he fell for his best friend's sister. You immediately notice because, A, you've been watching Mattheo your whole life, and B, you know how to read people like a book. So, being the little shit you secretly are, you one day put on your prettiest outfit and waltz on down to one of the infamous Slytherin get-togethers, which is basically just a secret rave with how intense they can get.

Of course, Theo is huffing and puffing while being forced to watch his little sister flirt with some random girl and Mattheo—oh dear lord he is FUMING. At that point, he knows you know because the whole entire time you're sending him little glances and faux innocent smiles.

You're strewn across his bed, crying and whining as he brutally thrusts into you not even caring if you're a virgin or not because you had the absolute audacity to be a brat and he made sure you were absolutely okay with him being rough beforehand. He's whispering just the NASTIEST things into your ear. 'yeah—you like being fucked by your brothers best friend? If I had known you were such a slut I would've done this a lot earlier' His hand is wrapped around your throat, he's got you in doggy style, pressing your head down against the mattress and watching your eyes roll back. Your cunt is just gushing around him and he knows if he doesn't stop he's gonna become addicted to your pussy—which isn't really saying a lot since he's already addicted to you. By the time he's done with you you've cum more times then you can count and you are one second from just passing out.

It's like his whole entire personality switches because he's suddenly cooing sweet praises as he cleans you both up. He's pressing soft kisses to your lips as he tells you just how much he adores you, and Mattheo just knows he can't let this go—he can't let you go. He eventually, and very hesitantly, lets you go back to your dorm after making extra sure nobody is around.

That night, he just stays up, laying on his back and staring up at the ceiling. He's in a messy situation and he knows it, but honestly he doesn't really seem to care about how Theo would react if he ever found out about you two. In fact, the next day he pulls Theo into an empty classroom and locks the door. Theo doesn't even have time to react before Mattheo just spills everything. He could've ranted about his love for you for hours on end, and he's prepared to do that—that is, until Theo yells at him to shut up and is like, 'Mate, I knew this would eventually happen, so I've had years to prepare myself for this. My sister has been in love with you for years, and I'm sick of it, so please, for the love of Merlin, just take care of her and we are good.'

You are in your dorm reading about how bodies rot over time when Mattheo just busts in and grabs your book, placing it down, and kisses you silly. 'You're mine' he states as if you don't have a choice in the matter—and you really don't. The rest of your day is just spent in your dorm with him in blissful domestic peace.

Theo can finally rest in peace because HOLY SHIT—Mattheo is as dumb as rocks because how the fuck did it take him LITERAL years to realize he has feelings for you 😐

#reader insert #slytherin boys #harry potter #mattheo riddle #mattheo riddle x reader #bbf!mattheo riddle #mattheo riddle smut #mattheo riddle blurb #mattheo riddle headcanon #Mattheo riddle prompt #mattheo riddle blurb 🐍

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osaemu · 5 months

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REUNION: GETO SUGURU

✩ ‧ ˚. synopsis: hunger games!au: you come home to your mentor, who has every intention of giving you all the pleasure you've been deprived of for weeks. NSFW

contents: fem!reader. mentor x tribute (who is 18-19, duh). lil bit of plot, lil bit of angst. oral (f. receiving), squirting, pet names. mentions of starvation. mentions of prior sex before the games. age gap isn't specified—for all i care, he could just be a year older than you. not lore focused.

“holy shit, you’re actually alive,” suguru whispers, lips pressed to the top of your head as he holds you against his chest. you nod shakily, tears streaming down your cheeks. “holy shit,” suguru repeats, pulling away to study your face. his rough thumbs instinctually wipe away the flood of tears wetting your cheeks, but they just keep coming—so he gives up.

“c’mon, let’s get you back home,” he murmurs, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and shielding you from the onlookers of your reunion. you lean into his side, too teary-eyed to care about the hundreds of capitol citizens watching your every move. suguru whispers bits of praise here and there as he leads you back to the building deemed your “home” by the capitol—at least, for the next couple days, before you’re shipped off back to your district.

the elevator ride up to your floor is excruciating—it’s quiet, painful, and strained, because neither of you know if it’s bugged. it probably is, and even though you have nothing wrong to say, you both want to keep your hearts private. it’s hard not to collapse on the way to your room, but thankfully, suguru’s there to hold your weakened body as you stumble to the ghost-white door that separates you and your bed.

“missed you so much, suguru,” you whisper as he scoops you up bridal-style. your mentor nods, dark eyes inspecting every part of you he can see as he lays you down on your perfectly-made bed. suguru starts to leave, presumably to get you food or water or something, but you grab onto his sleeve before he can get too fast. “stay,” you plead, eyes wild with an emotion he can’t identify yet.

“you need food,” suguru reminds you, lips curving upwards with a little smile. you shake your head and, with the remainder of your strength, pull him a centimeter forward. you know only too well that if he wanted to, suguru could shake you off as easily as a fly—but he lets you tug him down next to you, breath held in his throat.

“i need you,” you insist, and that’s enough for him. one way or another, both of your clothes end up discarded to who-knows-where, save for a hoodie that suguru snatches up from the floor and pulls over your shoulders.

“in case you get cold,” suguru explains, gently manhandling you into a position that’ll give his mouth easy access to your neglected cunt. his soft, dark eyes lock with yours from where his chin rests on the bed in between your thighs. you stick out your bottom lip in a pout and attempt to pull the hoodie back over your head, but he shoots you a warning glance before you can do you. “you’re still weak, sweetheart. i shouldn’t even be doin’ this for you.”

“i’m fine,” you insist, reaching out and threading your fingers through his hair. “just… do this for me, ‘kay?” you whisper, rounding your eyes pleadingly. “please, suguru, i’ve missed you so much—”

the rest of your sentence is lost when he turns his head and presses his lips to the soft inside of your thighs. maybe you’re just imagining it, but his lips feel drier than you remember—although, that soon changes.

“you’re still as sweet as you were before the games, honey,” suguru mumbles, tongue lapping at your needy cunt. “so sweet f’me, heh,” he continues, fully immersed in the way your pussy eagerly welcomes the warmth of his mouth. the games starved you in more ways than one, but the only hunger you find yourself focusing on is for suguru.

“missed you s-so much, sugu,” you breathe, moaning when suguru’s tongue toys with your clit. he kitten-licks the sensitive spot, drawing out gasp after gasp from your lips. “too much, too mu—”

“i missed you too, pretty girl,” suguru murmurs, hands secured around your thighs. he maneuvers his tongue all over your cunt, and places you forgot existed throb with pleasure from the way suguru treats them. he treats you delicately, as always—but that doesn’t stop him from giving you the best time of your life.

“make me cum?” you ask softly, eyes fluttering open and shut with every movement of suguru’s mouth. he smiles, nose brushing against your folds from how deep he is in your cunt.

“whatever you want, baby,” he affirms, squeezing the inside of your thigh and sucking on your sensitive clit—hard. it’s enough to make your thighs involuntarily squeeze around his head, making suguru laugh into your cunt. “keep ‘em just like that,” he mutters, holding your legs in place even when you try to spread them again. “good girl, jus’ like that.”

“sugu, m’ close,” you gasp, back arching from the pressure of his mouth on your cunt. at this point, you’re so sensitive that even the soft puff of air suguru exhales as he eats you out makes you shiver. “gonna cum, gonna c—”

“then do it, sweetheart,” suguru interrupts, looking up at you, a challenge in his eyes. “cum on my face, honey. c’mon, you can d—”

this time, you cut him off with a long, drawn-out moan as you release all over suguru’s face. it’s a feeling that’s almost unfamiliar—you can hardly remember the last time you got treated this good, save for the last night you spent with suguru before the games. you repeat his name over and over again as the orgasm hits you like a truck, leaving your chest heaving and legs trembling.

in the aftermath of you squirting all over your mentor’s face, you’re dizzy—the world doesn’t seem right, and maybe it’s just you, but you’re so cold. if it wasn’t for suguru’s hoodie, which is still wrapped around your shoulders, you’d be shaking like a leaf. but thankfully, suguru’s warm as ever—he scoops you up again and holds you to his chest, gently massaging you as you come back down to him.

suguru kisses the side of your face, murmuring praises on how good you did and how sweet you tasted. “t-thank you,” you whisper, lips trembling as the words leave your mouth.

suguru raises his eyebrows curiously and asks, “for what?”

you shrug and rest your head on his chest, feeling it rise and fall with every heaving breath he takes. “for this. and for helping me get out of that hellhole alive.”

suguru’s lips curl upwards, forming a soft smile as he presses his lips to your forehead. his hair falls onto your face, brushing your cheek and filling your nostrils with his warm, comforting scent. “that’s my job, sweetheart. now c’mon, let’s get you some food. i’m sure you’re starving.”

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

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gothicknightz · 1 year

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for her | ethan landry

notes: ugh. for the LIFE of me i cannot get through a solid lengthy post, so a short couple of paragraphs should do. slightly sexy with a female reader.

“Mindy, you know I can handle myself. I'm a big girl now. No more horses and cowboys and conspiracy theories. We're both over Woodsboro.”

She leaned against the wall outside her roommate's brother's room, splitting a movie with her boyfriend.

“We've already learned from Sam that you can't trust the love interest. Horror rules 101.”

“Look, whatever you think is going on between me and Chad's roommate, it is definitely not a relationship.”

“But you two are fucking, yeah?”

“Mindy!”

“Hey, look, it still counts, okay! Besides, I've got x-rated dirt on you two from Chad.”

“Fuck you.”

“I think that's Ethan's job. Anyways, I have to pick Anika up from work, so I'll talk to you later.”

Rolling her eyes, she knocked on the door to her boyfriend's room, waiting for him to answer.

It had been a year since Woodsboro.

What could possibly go wrong?

As Ethan opened the door, he greeted her again with a smile, “Who called you this time?”

“Mindy.” She paused, his arm wrapping around her waist as they made it to Ethan's room. “She still doesn't trust you despite her hearing things from Chad. I'm sure the drama queen exaggerates our sex life.”

“Oh yeah?” Ethan asked, picking his girlfriend up bridal style as he sat down on his bed.

Laughing as he spun her around, she pressed a sweet kiss to his lips, “Yeah. Mindy says it's all x-rated.”

A small blush creeped onto Ethan's face as a small smile toyed at the end of his lips, “It's not that intense.”

“Its not?” She asked, moving a leg to the other side of his hips, with Ethan taking initiative and instinctively wrapping his arms around her waist.

Ethan softly shook his head 'no' as she was going in for the kiss, as the two earlier almost had a moment before getting interrupted by Mindy's call.

She pulled at Ethan's collar, desperate to pull him closer before grabbing a handful of his curls, which earned a sigh from him.

Despite his shy and nerdy exterior, Ethan was harder to break than a bag of cinder blocks once you got to him.

He grabbed onto her hip, his fingers curling inward as it lifted some of her shirt, the kissing rapidly getting more intense as the seconds ticked on.

At some point, Ethan fell backwards, which impaired their kissing temporarily, only to have his hands sliding up the back of her shirt as his hips bucked upwards.

“Aw,” She groaned, her grinding getting more needy as her hands were all over his body, “Somebody's getting needy.”

Ethan whined in agreement before muttering a soft ‘fuck’ as dramatic gagging noises were followed subsequently.

“Holy shit. I'm gonna get sick.”

“Fuck off, Chad!” She turned around and yelled at Ethan's roommate, who was standing at the doorframe.

“You two have got to see yourselves. You both were at it like animals.”

She threw a middle finger up at him, “Yeah, it ain't your first rodeo, princess. Now, out!”

Chad threw his hands up in surrender and defeat before chuckling, “Okay! I apologize giving you both blue balls. Besides, Tara and Sam need us. It's important.”

Chad closed the door before she threatened another insult at him, Ethan's arms slowly reaching out to her, his face flushed.

“Jesus, I hate your roommate.” She grumbled, still feeling the flush of heat between them.

“I know,” He replied, kissing her head, “But we can't possibly go there like this.” Gesturing to himself, Ethan's lips hung open a bit, his pupils blown.

She turned around and faced him, “I agree. Fuck what Mindy and Chad say.” Quickly pulling her shirt off, her hands found their way to her boyfriend's blue jeans.

“You think you can keep it quiet?”

#ethan landry #ethan landry x reader #jack champion #scream #scream 6 #scream vi #chad meeks martin #mason gooding #mindy meeks martin #jasmin savoy brown #anika kayoko #devyn nekoda #tara carpenter #sam carpenter #ghostface imagines #ghostface smut

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dellalyra · 10 months

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𝙜𝙧𝙤𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙥𝙖𝙞𝙣𝙨 - 𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙩 𝙩𝙬𝙤

𝘱𝘰𝘭𝘺!𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘰𝘴𝘶𝘨𝘶 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘭𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘺 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘴.

𝘊𝘞: 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘨𝘯𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘺, 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘺𝘱𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭 𝘷𝘪𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘣𝘪𝘨 𝘧𝘢𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘰𝘯 𝘥𝘪𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘭𝘪𝘭 𝘴𝘮𝘶𝘵𝘵𝘺, 𝘢 𝘩𝘶𝘨𝘦 𝘢𝘶 𝘸𝘦 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦 𝘪𝘵

part one

recommended listening:

The Search - NF

Waltz for Richard - First Aid Kit

Late Night Talking - Harry Styles

It wasn’t a question for any of you.

These kids? They were staying.

No way in hell was Suguru letting those kids, sweet, good kids go to the fucking Zen’in estate to be ruined and brainwashed into the same thinking as the higher ups.

They settled in easily, Tsumiki enjoyed playing with Suguru’s hair, braiding it to match hers sometimes in the morning. Megumi definitely gravitated to you, a comforting presence, less extroverted than either of the boys. Satoru loved introducing them both to Digimon - which Megumi became enamoured with.

And then - one day when the kids were at school, and you and Satoru were at work - Suguru had a mission.

A village. A shitty village. The middle of nowhere.

Pathetic, weak, cruel people.

Two small, tiny and scared girls.

Two small girls, no more than 4.

Two small girls, in a fucking cage.

He came so close - so fucking close to just wiping the village out. He could have done it. He nearly did. There were only 2 reasons he didn’t.

Y/N and Satoru. He couldn’t, he couldn’t do that to you both. He couldn’t do it to himself.

He finds himself grateful this didn’t happen 2 years ago. Because then he would have followed through.

Without hesitation.

He hauls both girls into his strong arms, and leaves the town with a warning that if something like this happened again - he would be back, and he wouldn’t be alone.

The terrified girls slept soundly as he transported them back to the house. He opened the door, and softly kicked it shut behind him.

“Suguru? Is that you? ‘Toru and I are about to start a movie - I made pop-” Your voice carries from the kitchen as you round the corner and the plastic bowl of popcorn clatters to the ground at the sight before you. Two small girls, one curled up in each of your boyfriend’s arms. Suguru looked exhausted, and there was something in his eyes that was rare to see - fear.

Satoru came skidding around the corner at the sound of the bowl falling, clad in one of Suguru’s hoodies and basketball shorts. He stops in his tracks right beside you.

“Holy shit.”

“They were in a cage.”

“What?” You whisper.

“The mission. They - they kept them in a cage.” He stuttered, voice laced with raw fury.

“Suguru, baby, give me the kids. I’ll lay them down on the sofa. ‘Toru?” You say as you take a tiny girl in each arm, they were so small. Not the size a 5 year old should be.

“I got him, princess.” Satoru says, turning to Suguru who is stoney faced.

“C’mon, baby, let’s go to the kitchen.” Satoru says, grabbing his boyfriend’s hand and pulling him into the kitchen to sit at your cosy table.

Suguru sits, elbows resting on knees and hair falling in inky tendrils down around his face. Satoru kneels in front of him, between his knees as he lets him breathe for a moment. The last time he saw Suguru like this was after Riko, the darkness in his eyes reflected what he felt inside.

You walk back into the room, having put the sleeping girls down, wrapped in blankets on the sofa.

You sit on the table beside Suguru, and exchange glances with Satoru.

“Suguru, what happened?” You ask, gently as possible.

You hear a deep breath.

“The village. The curses they had, weren’t curses. Just two little girls, they were scared of them so they locked them in a fucking cage. I couldn’t - I couldn’t leave them there. I - fuck, Satoru, Y/N - I… I nearly killed them. The village. All of them. I was ready to burn that place to the ground.”

The shake in his normally languid voice startled you and Satoru. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him into your chest as you press kisses to the top of his head and Satoru wraps his arms around his middle and kisses his cheeks.

There’s 3 of you, and 4 kids now. It took some discussions and figuring stuff out - but you all believed the twins should stay with you. Megumi was 6 now, Tsumiki was 8, the twins newly turned 5. At 21, you never expected to be mother of 4 but you wouldn’t change it for the world - not when you had the two best dads by your side.

It took Suguru a few weeks to shake the feeling from the village, but the twins soon came to be known as two balls of sunshine. Megumi took some time to warm up, but about 6 months later acknowledged them as his sisters, Tsumiki was just happy to an even bigger family.

Figuring out the legalities was tricky, when you all decided to adopt the kids formally. Eventually, you decided that Megumi and Tsumiki would be legally you and Satoru’s kids, and the twins would legally be Satoru and Suguru’s. Having the Gojo name as backing would ensure a level of safety for each of the kids, so that was decided from the get go.

The twins insisted on sharing a room, which was fine by you - so they stayed in the room next to Tsumiki. They were just old enough to start school, so you enrolled them at the same school as the older two. Megumi immediately went into protective big brother mode and more than once you were called in because he beat up some kids being mean to his baby sisters.

However one day, you were called in with Satoru and Suguru and told that Nanako and Mimiko had beat up some boys who wanted to fight Megumi. The three of you barely contained your laughs when you found out that your two now 7 year old girls beat up 5 10 year old boys with ease.

As the kids grew up, they started to ask questions about the family. So you came up with your answer. You and their dads had so much love that you all decided that you would use that love to be with each other, because you all made each other happy. You loved Suguru and Satoru, Satoru loved you and Suguru, Suguru loved you and Satoru. Then, because you guys loved each other so much - it grew even more love, and that’s where the four kids came in. It wasn’t always easy, having four kids under 10 in the house, but with there being 3 parents (and a usually semi tipsy aunty Koko in the living room) it was easier.

It was never even discussed, but Satoru somehow became Papa to everyone and Suguru became Dad (daddy had been off the table, because that’s what you called him).

One night, Suguru was cooking a meal for you and Satoru. The girls were having a slumber party with Utahime and Aunty Koko, and Megumi was having a nature documentary evening with Uncle Nanamin having vehemently declined the offer of joining the slumber party with the girls.

You three sat and ate, laughed and chatted and then went to snuggle up on the sofa with a glass of wine each.

After an hour or so, Satoru left to get a top up for everyone.

But when he came back, it wasn’t wine in his hands - but two small blue velvet boxes.

You clasped Suguru’s hand as you gasped and he whispered the white haired man’s name.

“This isn’t half as flashy as people would expect from me, but neither of you like flashy - plus, it only felt right for this to be just for us. Nothing we’ve done has been normal, from day one, and I wouldn’t have it any other way. When Y/N and I first started dating, I never thought I could love a person as much as I loved her - until I realised that I was ridiculously in love with you too, Suguru. When Y/N and I realised we loved each other, and you - and you loved us back - any infinity or infinite void would never compare to that feeling of having you both by my side.” He kneeled down on one knee in front of you both, as you sat up with Suguru’s arm around your waist. “Y/N. Suguru. Will you both do me the honour of promising to spend the rest of your lives doing stupid shit and annoying the hell out of everyone together with me, and each other?” You couldn’t hold it in any more as you flung yourself at the kneeling man and pressed your lips to his, one had dragging your other love behind you as you said yes a million times. Your antique ring was accompanied by a plain tungsten black band for Suguru and a platinum one for Satoru.

The wedding was simple, you all married each other (that was tricky to organise) and had a classic, small and intimate reception at the rooftop garden in Tokyo.

The years passed, the kids became teenagers - 4 teens simultaneously was testing - Tsumiki and Megumi were easy enough, Tsumiki worrying both her dad’s endlessly with her popularity with boys and Megumi was easy going, just sullen and grumpy - but not that that was a change from when he was 6. The twins were just as fun as ever.

Tsumiki’s curse hit everyone hard. She was everyone’s big sister, everyone’s rock. You vowed with your husbands that you would find a way to wake her up, you promised the kids.

Once Megumi was getting ready for his move to the dorm at Jujutsu High, the twins started talking about how in a years time they’d be starting too, a year below their brother. Gakuganji tried to coax the twins to enroll in Kyoto, so that not all 3 of the Gojo-L/N-Geto kids would be in Tokyo but he was swiftly denied with a ‘shove your shitty old school, I’m going with my brother, you wrinkly ballsack’ by a 14 year old Nanako.

Gojo said he’s never felt more proud.

With Tsumiki… not around anymore, Megumi only a few months from only spending weekends at home and the twins joining him in a year - you and your men realised the house would feel pretty empty pretty soon, and you all felt a bit young at only 27 for empty nest syndrome.

Geto was the first to broach the topic. Suggesting that maybe, because your IUD is running out next month - that maybe, you just don’t get a new one. You looked to Satoru, who quickly nodded in agreement. Because the truth was, you all loved raising your adopted kids so much, but they’re grown now.

So maybe, just maybe

It was time to try for a baby…

Before any pregnancy started - you rang Satoru one day - telling him to come to your location. Megumi and you were there. Behind you, hoisted up by your eldest son, was an unconscious pink haired boy. You introduced him as Yuuji. Why was he unconscious? Oh! You had to knock him out, because he’s also Sukuna.

He came home with you that night. You set up the spare room so that he could settle and you could tend to him before he started school.

“Another kid? Y/N, Megs just moved out.”

“Hey! You two both brought home your strays. This one’s my stray.”

The next weekend, a fiesty girl reminiscent of yourself a decade earlier joined the gang - your second stray, your Nobara.

Again, Satoru saw your little body roommate first. He noticed a trace of cursed energy in your belly before you did. There were tears and joy between all three of you. Neither of them cared who the kid belonged to biologically - it was a baby made of a huge amount of love. That’s all.

They were nightmarishly protective during the pregnancy, never leaving you alone. Geto discovered his intense kink for seeing you with his kid in your tummy and couldn’t keep his hands off you, Satoru was only spurred on more by this - seeing your belly all soft and round with his baby? The baby that he made with the two people he loved? Had him leaking in seconds.

9 months later and 14 exhausting hours later, the baby arrived.

The minute you all saw the baby, freshly cleaned and placed in your arms, the three of you burst out laughing.

“Well, I guess there’s no question over the paternity of this little one.” Satoru giggles.

That’s because Genji Yu Geto L/N Gojo was staring at you all with the brightest blue eyes from under a swathe of snowy white lashes to match his snowy white hair. He was placed into Suguru’s arms, who kissed you and his husband and thanked you both for his beautiful son.

Raising the baby was no different from raising the kids, you were all the parents. He was loved so much by all three parents, all four elder siblings and his Grandpa and Grandma Geto.

Genji’s godparents were Shoko and Nanami.

When Genji was 2, you fell pregnant again. You quickly realised that unless the child only had your genetics, it would be easy to tell who had who’s genes. This was proven when Keisuke Geto-L/N-Gojo entered the world, all dark hair and dark eyes and ivory skin. Your two babies were carbon copies of their biological fathers, but funnily, Genji behaved like Suguru, and Keisuki like Satoru.

Nobara and Yuuji were asked to be Keisuke’s godparents, with Yuuji very confused by how it would work being his godfather and brother in law - now that he was dating Megumi.

Izumi came next, he looked exactly like you - just with eyes that made him clearly Geto’s, but your hair, your nose, your lips. The youngest now, with Genji being 5 and Keisuke aged 3.

Utahime and Hikari were named as Izumi’s godparents, and they doted on the boy.

You figured you’d finish there. 3 boys under 5? Impressive given that the three of you were only 33.

However, the sudden craving for toasted marshmallows and Sakura mochi 3 years later at Megumi’s 24th birthday made you freeze.

Grabbing Shoko, you drove to the store.

8 months later, the most beautiful little accident arrived into the world. Suki Geto-L/N-Gojo arrived to the world announcing her presence with lungs capable of deafening an elephant. All shiny soft white whispy curls and sparkling blue eyes, your baby daughter joined the world. A true beauty, perfect in every way, Satoru’s other carbon copy but every ounce of her mother’s temper, moxie and gall, she became the apple of her elder brother’s eyes, and the angel of her sister’s. Mei Mei and Choso were chosen as Suki’s godparents.

Your husbands? The most doting fathers ever. You typically wake up on a Saturday morning with Geto’s arm slung around Satoru’s waist, who is leaning his white head on his chest, Suki having a bottle on Geto’s lap with the bottle held by Gojo, Izumi having pancakes on Satoru’s lap and Keisuke and Genji on either side keeping watch over their siblings or trying to braid Geto’s hair whilst watching scooby-doo. Every time, you’d sit beside them, scooping Suki into your arms and the two elder boys would curl up on their dad’s lap. All was peaceful. Well, that was until big bro Megumi and Yuuji-kun arrived.

All four of the elder kids? Adored by all three of you.

All four of the babies? Adored by all seven of you.

#jjk #jjk x reader #gojo satoru #gojo satoru x reader #gojo x reader #gojo fluff #anime #dad!gojo #geto x y/n #getou suguru x reader #getou suguru #geto x gojo #satosugo #poly satosugu

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stxrrydreamss · 1 year

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How they hold your hand in bed.

Dabi/Aizawa/Hawks/Bakugo/Deku/Shigaraki

💙 Dabi 💙

Dabi wants to feel like he has complete control. He’ll have you tightly pinned onto the bed beneath him as he fucks you roughly into the mattress. A little sobbing mess, how he likes you. His other hand will be keeping you steady or gripping your face and forcing you to make out with him until neither of you can breathe.

Dabi would love to degrade you. “Your such a fucking whore for me.” “What a dirty little slut.” “You naughty little bitch.” He’d groan with occasional primal growling. His eyes would be crazed as he stared intensely at you in bliss. “Do you feel every piercing on my dick rubbing against your insides, doll?” He moaned out with a cocky smile across his face. “Don’t you love how my dick stretches you out?”

When he cums he is very vocal. Moans, groans, grunts, and growls leave him with curses like fuck, shit, and god damn. Afterward, he hovers above you as he mocks your smudged, tear-stained, and flushed face. “Did you enjoy that princess?” He’d tease. He may be all cocky and shit in bed, but deep down, it was a coverup for how much he loved you and how insecure he felt about himself. He wouldn’t tell you that, though. At least not yet.

Calling him by his real name, Touya, will make him go feral on you. His pupils dilate, and he starts obliterating your insides.

🖤 Aizawa 🖤

He’s usually tired, but on rare occasions when he has the energy and no night patrol. He has you tied up beneath him. He enjoys your flustered face at the sudden change, but you eagerly embrace it.

On the nights when he comes home and decides to lovingly fuck you, he has you doggy style as he rests his face in the crook of your neck, whispering sweet nothingness and nipping at the skin, leaving behind hickeys and bite marks. One hand holds you in place as he slowly rams himself into you while the other is gripping your wrist. He prefers this position because you can’t see his flustered and pleasure-stricken face.

“Such a good girl.” Shouta moaned as his eyes began to glaze over. “Such a good little kitty cat.” He would say in a strained voice, trying to keep his voice even. “Fuck!” He groans as his grip crushes your wrist, and you feel his other hand pull you closer to him as his cock twitches inside you, releasing his cum. He continues to let out choked and restrained groans as he thrusts slowly until he completely stops. He stays still for a few moments before pulling out as cum immediately starts dripping down onto the bed. “Holy shit.” He’s breathing as he pulls you close, burying his face into your neck.

❤️ Hawks ❤️

Keigo loves making eye contact while lovingly fucking you into his mattress. He loves having one hand gripping your wrist while the other is around your throat, gently choking you. He’s so love-struck as he drools at the sight of your pleasure-stricken face with smudged eyeliner/mascara from the tears leaking from your eyes. God, does that turn him on. Your other hand scratches at his back, making Keigo growl in pleasure. His face seems almost crazed. The abuse he endured as a kid made him a complete masochist in the bedroom as an adult. It meant they loved him, right? He also enjoys being so close to you, as touch-starved as he is.

“Oh fuck.” Keigo moans as his grip on your wrists grows ever tighter. “Shit, dove!” He calls out as tears brim his eyes and a loud choked moan escapes from his pretty lips. You feel his body tense up and shake as he buries his face in the crook of your neck, grunting and choking back moans as he cums inside you. “Fuck!” He would moan out repeatedly, unable to say anything else. Once the tension leaves his body and he comes down from his high, he will be quick to hold you tightly and kiss you non stop. You’ll know how much he loves you and how touch-starved he is.

🧡 Bakugo 🧡

This man loves taking you doggy style. One hand is working on your clit while the other pin your other hand down tightly against the mattress. You weren’t going anywhere, princess. He chooses doggy style because he knows you won’t be able to see his watery eyes and pleasure-ridden face. His eyes closed tightly, his mouth slightly agape, and his face almost as red as his crimson irises.

“Fuck baby, you feel so goddamn good.” He’d praise you. “Does that feel good, baby?” He’d question as he worked his fingers like a pro around your clit. You couldn’t respond besides an approving whine in agreement. “You take me so fucking well.” He groaned as he slammed his hips roughly into you. You’d be a drooling moaning mess, unable to hold yourself up without him helping you.

When he cums he slams his hips as hard as he can into you and bites hard onto your shoulder as he groans in complete bliss. You can feel him shake and his cock twitch inside you as the warmth of his cum fills you up. The sudden heat brings you over the edge as well. Afterward, he holds you close against him with his arm on the back of your head while the other massages all the sore parts of your body, especially where he left dark bruises, teeth marks, hickeys, and fingerprints.

“Sorry, babe. You felt too fucking good.” He’d tease.

He would also definitely pull your hair as he fucks you from behind.

💚 Midoriya 💚

Izuku is so sweet, loving, and gentle with you in bed. He's not choking you; he's not biting you; he's just fucking you gently in the missionary position. He loves holding down your hands with his fingers intertwined with yours. “I love you so much, puppy.” He'd whimper above you. His eyes are half-lidded, and sweat coats his entire body.

He's very vocal and can be somewhat submissive. Izuku would whimper and moan as he thrusts into you while muttering phrases like “Oh my god.” “This feels good, puppy.” “Baby.”

When you dom him, riding cowgirl with your arms on either side of his head holding you up, his eyes are tightly shut and brimmed with tears, one hand covering his mouth, face red, and his other hand is gripping onto your waist in such desperation. It only turns you on more. “Puppy, please!” Izuku would whine and whimper. Squeals would leave his lips as well as hold back moans and breaths.

When he's close, he holds you tightly as he trembles, and tears leave his eyes with a loud, choked-out whine. As he comes down, he shivers and whimpers as he continues breathing heavily into your neck, hiding his face in embarrassment. “I'm sorry about the mess.” He would whisper when he came back to it. You would giggle breathlessly as you shift yourself off his cock and admire the condom filled with his cum. He’d stare at you and then at his dick before covering his face with one hand and holding the other out defensively. “Please don't stare.” He’d beg.

Izuku is the king of aftercare. Are you thirsty? He's grabbing you some water. Are you hungry? He runs out to buy you guys some of your favorite snacks. Are you sore? He's massaging and working his fingers over your aching and sore muscles. Izuku would pepper kisses all over you while holding you close to him as he drifts to sleep, muttering about how lucky he feels, how much he loves you, how he'd do anything for you, etc.

Shigaraki

Even if your quirk makes it to where his quirk is ineffective against you, he’s still wearing his gloves as one hand cups your face and the other hover over the other as if you’d disappear if he touched you. You reassured him, though, by holding onto his wrist instead. It had shivers going down his spine.

Tenko was madly in love with you, and anyone who wronged either of you or said otherwise would end up as a pile of dust. You were his princess. His darling. His love. You were everything to this man. The literal best thing that has ever happened to him. You, besides his goal, were his #1 priority.

Tenko would have you with your legs pushed back in the missionary position as he thrust slowly and deeply into you. He used his one free hand to hold your legs as he leaned forward to make out with you leaving you both a panting, breathless mess. His ashen hair tickled your face as he did so, which left his crimson-red eyes gazing upon your bright heavenly smile.

Oh fuck.

Upon seeing your smile, he feels himself get sent over the edge, and he groans loudly and uses his hair to hide his scrunched-up face. “God. Damn.” Tenko would mutter between deep groans and heavy breaths, almost to that growling. He’d then pull out and let your legs fall back down to allow a break before looking back at you with lovesick and glazed-over eyes. “Are you ready for round two, my player two?” He laughs before capturing your lips in another loving kiss and finally finding the courage to use both of his hands to hold your face before pinning you back down onto the bed.

He doesn’t stop fucking you round after round until your bedsheets are soaked in fluids, and you are both sweaty panting messes melded together in an intimate embrace, already drifting off to sleep from the sheer exhaustion of it all. Tenko’s semi-hard cock is still deep inside you.

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emeraldcity1900 · 1 month

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the history of animation in a nutshell

Early 1900s: hey what if comic strips could like move?

Late 1910s early 1920s hey what if we mashed this up with live action people?

late 1920s: hey what if this thing had sound?

Early to mid 1930s: hey what if this had people actually talking and also color?

late 1930s: hey you know that super cool movie that one lady animated with paper cut out silhouettes? What if we did that with painted cells? Would people even pay to see that? Never mind it turns out the answer is yes.

1940s: ah shit most of our animators got drafted and/or hate us now cause we weren’t paying them. IT’S PROPAGANDA TIME BABY. Also haha hitler got hit with a mallet and also the most racist depictions of Japanese people ever.

1950s to 1960s : oh what’s this newfangled thing? Television? What if you could air cartoons on it? Oh fuck no I ain’t paying that much to get the charecters to have different backgrounds and for the charecters to like, move fluidly. Also manga and anime are steadily growing more popular.

1970s: (Ralph Bakshi walks into a comics store and finds a furry comic) X rated animated movie? *cue the screams of mothers and their unsuspecting children now being introduced to the revolutionary idea that cartoons don’t equal kids stuff? WHAT IS THE WORLD COMING TO?

1980s to 1990s: we can have full on animated Broadway musicals? Wait, what do you mean animated movies can count for the Oscar’s? What do you mean now they get their own catagory because the academy still thinks their for babies? Anime and manga are taking off in the west. SWEET JESUS WHAT DRUGS ARE THE JAPANESE ON SHOWING THIS SHIT TO KIDS. But also why is it so fucking good. Maybe some of these aren’t even meant for kids? Wait We can sell toys to kids with cartoons? Wait we can actually put effort into these cartoons on television? The fuck to you mean we can animate in 3D now? What do you mean we can have well animated, well written sitcom shows like the simpsons? What do you mean you can make cartoon charecters say fuck? What drugs are creators at Nickelodeon on? Do I even want to know?

2000s: oh my god, there is this one show that I really like cause it’s really well written and genuinely funny but I can’t talk about it because it’s animated and we all know cartoons are for babies right? Oh look it’s the transformers movie, look how far CGI has evolved so we can make the transformers in a movie.

2010s: holy shit I know these shows are for kids but they’re just well written and have so much meaningful things to say about the world. Wait, it’s cool to like cartoons now? They they have fandoms for this? Fuck yeah I’m in. (Enters one of the most notoriously toxic fandoms of all time) THEY HAVE GAY PEOPLE IN THESE SHOWS NOW? AND COMPLEX EMOTIONAL STORYTELLING? AND ADULT ANIMATED SHOWS CAN BE MORE THAN JUST SITCOMS WITH THE SAME JOKES AND STYLE? WHY IS IT THAT EVERY DISNEY CARTOON SINCE GRAVITY FALLS INCLUDE THINGS THAT GET MORE AND MORE FUCKED UP? WHY DO I FUCKING LOVE IT? WHY THE FUCK DID DISNEY DO THE OWL HOUSE DIRTY LIKE THAT?

2020s: I got this show I wanna pitch but it dosen’t fit into any box that the networks want and also I’m afraid that they’ll just randomly cancel it before I can finish the story I want to tell. Wait, I can just post the pilot on my YouTube channel, see if anybody actually likes this thing I made and just make the show independently? FUCK THE NETWORK! I AM THE NETWORK

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Hi babes! It’s Naz (from @midnightorchids, I just realized you can’t send messages from side blogs unfortunately), I hope you're doing well!! I thought that since you're always sending me fun little scenarios, it's only fair if I send something back! Someone requested this prompt earlier this week and it’s quite rushed, but I thought you'd enjoy reading this as well. Let me know your thoughts!

Jason's hand grazes the soft surface of your skin, his fingers delicately tracing the thin lines of the new tattoo adorning your neck.

The tattoo was an homage to your love for him and he's touched. No one's ever made him feel this way before.

Jason's spent a lot time in the dark, closed off from the rest of world, feeling unlovable, but you made him feel otherwise. When he was with you, he no longer saw the horrid man he once thought he was. With you, he felt loved, he felt enough.

Jason bites back a smile and his fingers continue to dance around your skin, it tickles, but you let him continue.

The tattoo was more for you than it was for Jason, it was a constant reminder of his presence. A reminder for when he left for long missions, for when you were afraid he might not make it back. You now always had a piece of him with you.

You had it planned out for months and had finally got the courage to go through with it. Now, on the back side of your neck, sits a small bat, Jason's bat, his symbol.

Jason's fingers lace around your jaw, making you face him. He cradles your face gently into his palms and you find yourself snuggling into his touch.

"You did this for me," he questions softly, voice barely above a whisper.

"Just for you Jay," you reply and he smiles, hard, teeth and all.

"It's so fucking pretty, you're so pretty," and he places a soft kiss on your lips. "Can't believe you did this for me babe," and he kisses you again. With every kiss, you can feel him smirking harder against your lips, he's excited, he's happy.

He pulls back and laughs, rubbing his face with hands. His laugh is deep and contagious, you find yourself giggling with him.

"Holy shit dude, you really got a tattoo for me," he exclaims. "No one's ever done that for me before."

"No one better have Jay," you say furrowing your eyebrows, trying to get serious, but there's a huge smile plastered on your face. Jason reciprocates with a cheesy lopsided grin.

He pulls you in close again, this time embracing you with his large frame, you hug back tighter and he kisses the crown of your head, with a loud 'muah' sound.

"I love you," he says.

"And I love you Red," you reply and he takes that as a sign to continue smothering you with kisses.

NO CUZ I DON'T THINK YOU GET IT. Was literally having the worst time studying for English finals and then you part the clouds and grace me with this!!!! Like are you kidding???!!!!! And you best believe Jason has tattoos on his body specifically about you. In some of the comics and fanart he's got these detailed sleeves or back pieces, I personally think he's got a more patchwork kinda style. He would get your birth flower or the date of your anniversary tattooed on the inside of his wrist or his chest (over the heart). You would smile and hide your face in your own giddy puppy love as you lay across his naked chest, the tattoo just under your cheek. He think's it's incredibly funny and sweet. If you ever decide to get more tattoos yourself, he's coming with you to every session. It's more to help with the pain of it- offering his hand for you to squeeze or his arms to lean onto if ur feeling woozy and need a break. I think ya'll would get really small/subtle matching tattoos. Like a small sun and moon- or a the first letter of your names tattooed on the other. It's something easily hidden that only the both of you get to blush and giggle over. HAND TATTOOED JASON DEAR LORD ALMIGHTY- you would kiss over the lettering or the curved lined patters over the tops of his hands and across every knuckle. He melts as you bring his palm up to your cold cheek, now holding your face so gently.

- Man dude- like I said, was having a really rough go of it and this literally turned my day entirely around. Like I was able to get the rest of my review stuff done cuz I was feeling so much better after reading this. Your such a gift babe - thank you thank you thank you thank you!!!!! Masterlist

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How bout 10 for the Moon Boys asks? 👀 Something a wee spicy!

How do you think the boys react to coming home and seeing their girl trying on lingerie that was meant to be a surprise for their date nights? Who is the first to wanna see it on the floor?

Nice! 🌶️ Uhhh...this one got away from me.

Word count: 645

nsfw below the cut (but I did stick to a "wee spicy")

You've saved your money and watched a particular store for the right time to buy this absolutely divine little number for the boys. Thankfully it didn't sell out.

The color and fit compliment your skin and shape perfectly. You have to admit, you feel pretty sexy in it.

You've tried it on once you got it home, making sure it fits and looks as good as you thought it would.

You're standing in front of the full length mirror in the corner of your bedroom, turning this way and that, deciding you will save it for your date night this weekend. The style is sleek enough to fit under your outfit, so you can wear it the entire night, and then surprise them.

You do a little skip/hop of excitement, grabbing your phone to snap a few selfies in the mirror. Once they see the outfit, you'll love teasing them with some pictures. You can just imagine Sweet Steven's face if he gets a pic of scantily clad you while he's at work.

Oh, who are you kidding, Steven sends dirty texts all the time.

The music playing on your phone completely drowns out the sound of your man arriving home.

One second you're posing, and damn, it's a provocative pose, you have to admit.

The next second, you hear a whistle, followed by, "Holy shit, baby."

Your poor phone crashes to the floor as you let out a little shriek.

"Marc?" You gasp, smoothing your hands over your barely covered body, as if you need to straighten your appearance.

Marc is chewing gum, leaning against the door frame with his arms folded over his chest. He cocks his head almost condescendingly, his eyes darkening a shade. "Don't let me stop you."

He can see how flustered you are. As you scurry to collect your phone, one corner of his mouth curls into a sexy smirk.

"I...wanted to surprise you," you feebly attempt, bouncing on your toes before slowly approaching him.

"Mmm," he gruffs out, running his hand over the stubble on his jaw. Pushing off the door frame, he closes the distance between you.

"I'm surprised," he murmurs, his hands finding your hips, greedily squeezing as he pulls your body flush against his.

His smoldering gaze makes you go weak, but you manage to grip his biceps for support. "It's for date night." You shrug one shoulder adorably. "Oops."

He's nodding now, and smiling wolfishly, smacking his gum a couple times as he eases you toward the bed. Your knees hit the bed's edge and you tumble down.

"Oops," he taunts, climbing on top of you. His nose nuzzles your cheek as he settles between your open thighs. "You're gonna leave this on for me."

His lips open hotly over yours as his hands roam all over your curves. He groans into your mouth, feeling the slippery material hugging your incredible body.

Your fingers tangle in his neatly styled waves, twisting as you pull yourself flush against him.

He feels so good against you like this - the satin and mesh teasing your flesh in a new and erotic way. You're finding it difficult to be upset that your surprise for Friday night is, perhaps, ruined. You could still surprise Steven or Jake, you suppose.

Although Jake will have you out of it in about 2.5 seconds. With Jake there's no reason at all to not be naked at any given opportunity.

"You better send me those pictures," Marc darkly whispers on your ear, his fingers trailing up the inside of your thigh as his lips kiss a hot trail down the side of your throat.

He teases you right where you crave his touch, but waits for your answer. "Baby?"

"Y-yes," you gasp as he drags his fingers over the spot that makes your back arch in pleasure.

Money well spent.

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