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asdfghjklmals · 8 months

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BABY MOON✩༶‧˚

GENRE + T/W: sfw, fluff. body insecurities. suggestive comments. WORD COUNT: 4.4k words. TAGS: satoru gojo x fem!oc, dadtobe!gojo, pregnant!oc, lovesick!gojo, established couple.

SYNOPSIS: oc gojo girlfriend's brother surprises her and satoru with a trip to mexico so they can spend time together before baby gojo arrives. (this fic happens in the middle of ‘milestones’, click to read here) AUTHOR'S NOTE: i did some research on puerto vallarta and i'm on my reggaeton kick lately lol did y’all catch the bleach inspiration about the sun? *cries* i love isshin and masaki. ugh. i'm obsessed with how in love oc gojo girlfriend and satoru are in this fic. REMINDER: if you want to imagine yourself in oc gojo girlfriend's character descriptions instead, please do!

“so what exactly does a couple even do on a baby moon?” satoru asked as he buttoned his dress shirt in the mirror, leaving four unbuttoned to expose his toned chest.

he wore a champagne silk button up with sleeves cuffed halfway up his forearm. tan cargo shorts decorated his long legs. his frosty white hair brushing the tip of his eyelashes, bright blue eyes dressed with gold sunglasses. he had just finished unpacking your luggage.

you laid on your side in the large hotel villa bed, tired from the long flight from japan to mexico. your flowy white maxi sundress splayed out on the linen sheets. your hair was put up in a bun. a bright yellow flower tucked behind your ear, given to you by the villa concierge upon checking in.

“according to google, couples go on baby moons to spend quality time together before the baby arrives.” you explained, “—once baby gojo arrives, all my attention will probably be on them.”

satoru turned to face you and frowned, “not even a little attention for good ol' satoru gojo?” he leaned onto the bed, hovering over you, encasing you between his strong arms.

you looked at him and caressed his cheek with the palm of your hand, “nope. you did this to yourself when you got me pregnant, sweetheart.” you sneered at him, knowing it wasn’t entirely his fault.

“i’m jealous.” he said while frowning, “—you hear that, baby gojo? you’re stealing all my lovin’.” he leaned down to loudly say to your stomach, his cheek pressed right against your 7 month pregnant belly. you laughed as you felt baby gojo shift away in your womb in reply to satoru’s comment.

“it was nice of your brother to pay for this vacation for us.” satoru mentioned as he laid beside you. his head was aligned right next to your belly. he liked to think that baby gojo enjoyed listening to him talk to you, so he always laid his head next to your belly in hopes that his unborn child could recognize his voice.

your brother, touya, had surprised you and satoru with an all-expenses-paid trip to puerto vallarta, mexico. touya said it would be a ‘nice, romantic’ getaway for the two of you. however, your vacation got off to a rough start as you experienced nausea throughout the flight. it was a 15 hour flight to get here, and you did not bring enough sour candy or gingersnaps to last for the entire flight. you spent a majority of the flight trying to sleep instead.

“i’ll have to thank him again. should we send him a picture?” you suggested. satoru pulled out his phone and snapped a very unflattering picture of you to send to your brother.

“done.” he reported.

“—i meant a decent looking picture of the both of us.” you glared at him. he ignored you and continued to send his text message to touya. throughout the years that you and satoru have been together, satoru gained a brother figure in touya. being an only child was lonely for satoru, so he made an effort to have a close bond with touya.

[6:17pm] satoru gojo sent an image

[6:17pm] satoru: your sister is having a great time lol she was sick during the entire flight so we're resting before dinner 😅

[6:18pm] touya (l/n) laughed at an image

[6:18pm] touya: glad to see she’s having fun 🙄 lol

[6:19pm] satoru: thanks again for the vacation bro. 👊🏼 (y/n) really needed that.

[6:19pm] touya: anytime. have fun and be safe. i guess it’s too late for me to tell you two to use protection 😂

[6:20pm] satoru gojo laughed at a message

and satoru was definitely not going to tell you about that text.

“should we go through the ‘what to expect’ app before dinner?” he suggested. it was his favorite thing to do with you since you got pregnant. he wanted to know everything about your pregnancy and how baby gojo was developing. you appreciated how involved satoru was throughout your entire pregnancy. you couldn't ask for a better partner or a better father for baby gojo.

you pat your hand around the bed to find your phone, opening up the app to read out loud, “at 27 weeks, baby gojo is the size of a head of lettuce, is about two pounds and more than a foot long. this is the end of the second trimester.”

your doctor had told you not to travel internationally past 28 weeks, so you and satoru planned this baby moon right before the start of your third trimester.

“your voice is music to baby gojo’s ears.” you continued reading.

satoru grumbled, “—same for me. except when you’re yelling at me.”

you glared at satoru as he smirked at you innocently. ignoring him, you continued to read, “don’t be surprised if you feel little jumps in your belly, your little one might have the case of hiccups.” your heart melted at the thought, “—that is so cute.”

satoru took your phone from you and read the recap for week 27, “at a glance, your baby can hear you, baby has hiccups, and they will be developing muscle tone from being active.”

“baby gojo is a little gymnast in there.” you said to satoru. you wondered if your baby got their habit of being unable to sit still from their father. baby gojo was always active at night too. whenever the students wanted to feel baby gojo kick during the day, they were always sleeping.

“your baby may recognize both you and your partner’s voices by now. so this may be a good time to read or sing to your baby—or tummy.” satoru looked at you with excitement, “—i told you baby gojo recognizes my voice. should i start singing to them too?”

you laughed, “since you’re not that bad of a singer… go ahead. sing me a song, mr. gojo.”

one of your favorite memories with satoru throughout all your years of knowing the insufferable man was the day you went on your very first mission with him. you weren't even dating at the time, but the memory meant so much to you. you shared your earphones with him during the subway ride to chiba and showed him all your favorite old school songs that you and your late father loved. (read 'sleeping with the enemy' here)

“i’ve got sunshineeee, on a cloudy day. when it’s cold outsiiiiide, i’ve got the month of may. i’d. guess. you’d. say. what. can. make. me. feel. this. way. my giiiirl. talkin’ ‘bout my girl.” (a/n: click here to listen to the exact line and song satoru's singing if you don't know it, i time stamped it for you!)

you laughed and smiled in adoration at the man who just serenaded you and your pregnant belly. of course he’d choose the temptations for this occasion. baby gojo started kicking.

you leaned over to ask your belly, “did you like daddy’s singing?”

“did they kick?” satoru asked as he leaned forward to talk to your belly, “kick once for no, kick twice for yes.”

after waiting for a moment, you felt one kick, “sorry, you have a tough crowd, babe. it was one kick.” you reported back to the eager satoru.

“back to the app,” he said, ignoring you, offended that his baby didn’t appreciate his singing, “it says nearly 3 in 4 women experience swelling of the hands, feet, and ankles. so avoid sitting and standing for long periods. go on walks or try swimming.”

“we can try out the pool tomorrow.” you said. satoru’s attention still on the app.

“it says you should eat lots of salmon. it’s supposedly good for you and the baby.” satoru reported.

you started laughing, “okay, toge inumaki. let’s go get some dinner.”

the next day

“babe?” you called out to satoru, “can you help me tie my swimsuit?”

you frowned as you looked at yourself in the mirror. your body was unrecognizable to you. you couldn’t fit into any of your clothes. you didn’t feel like yourself as your body started to grow, and you were only going to get bigger and bigger thanks to your still growing baby inside of you.

satoru waltzed into the bathroom smelling like sunscreen. he was already in his tropical floral swimming shorts, shirtless, with a towel draped over his shoulder. why did he have to look like a chiseled greek god next to you? you felt like humpty dumpty next to him. he walked behind you to grab the loose bikini strings from your fingers, tying a secure knot for you. he snickered to himself because he wouldn’t care if they came undone, but he knew you would.

you turned away from him.

“what’s wrong, sweetheart? you’re usually the first one in the pool.” satoru asked as he followed your gaze in the mirror. he saw that you were examining yourself.

“i—just don’t really feel confident in my body right now...” you admitted in a quiet voice. the statement shattered his heart.

“you’re kidding me.” satoru scoffed, “—babe, you’re literally growing our perfect baby inside of you. you are the most beautiful thing i’ve ever laid my six eyes on.”

“maybe it’s the bikini. i should’ve opted for a one piece now that i’m pregnant.” you frowned as you looked down to run your fingers along the ruffles of your white two-piece swimsuit, your belly hanging out in the open in all its glory.

satoru made a face, “i hope baby gojo kicks you for saying that.”

and to your surprise, you felt an extra strong kick. it was like baby gojo heard him. satoru and your baby were ganging up on you already and baby gojo wasn’t even born yet.

satoru hugged you from behind. his strong arms making you feel safe. he always knew what to say to make you feel better again. he kissed your temple as you sighed.

“come on, let’s go for a swim.” he grabbed your hand to lead you to the pool right outside the private villa. he placed a pair of his black circular sunglasses on your face. he smeared sunscreen on your cheeks and traced a sunscreen shaped heart on your belly before helping you rub it in. a sloppy application from satoru, but you appreciated the sweet gesture. you massaged sunscreen on your arms as satoru helped you apply to your legs.

satoru watched you like a hawk as you stepped into the pool, afraid of you slipping while pregnant. you slowly walked deeper into the pool, the cool water rose to cover your belly and chest. after making sure you were okay, satoru ran to the opposite side of the pool and cannon-balled in, splashing water all over you. you giggled as you watched the white haired sorcerer swim towards you in the beautiful, clear water.

satoru popped out of the glistening water as if he was the little mermaid, throwing his snow-white hair back, shaking his head side to side so the water would fling off. he swam towards you. you reached for his shoulders as he pulled you closer, positioning your legs around his waist so he could take you further into the deep end. you wrapped your arms loosely around his broad shoulders as he held you by your thighs.

“you feeling better?” he asked as he booped your adorable button nose.

“a little—” you said as you wrinkled your nose. you traced your soft fingers along satoru's chest before asking him a question you were nervous to ask. “satoru—will you still love me if i don’t go back to how i looked like before i got pregnant?”

stunned at your ridiculous question, satoru asked, “what kind of question is that? of course i’ll still love you, babe. i’d even love you if you were still pregnant with the raging pregnancy hormones forever.”

you splashed water onto him, glaring through his sunglasses that were resting on your cheek and nose bridge, “you’re only saying that because my libido is higher than usual.”

“i'm just saying... a man will never complain about that.” satoru chuckled as he sarcastically spoke for all the men in the world.

“—then would you still love me if i was a worm?”

“that’s pushing it.” satoru bantered back. you splashed him with water again before resting your head on his chest. he floated with you in his arms for a moment, soaking up the sunshine. you felt butterflies fluttering in your stomach along with your growing baby twisting and turning inside of you. your heart taking in the pure bliss you were experiencing just by being here in satoru’s arms. you wondered how satoru felt right now.

after spending about an hour wading in the pool with satoru, you looked over to see two hotel employees bringing out a tray of food.

“pardon our interruption señor gojo and señorita (l/n), we brought a late breakfast for you two to enjoy. this was requested from señor (l/n) early this morning.”

“gracias!” you thanked the hotel employee with the most basic spanish you learned while sitting on the 15 hour plane ride. satoru laughed at your enthusiasm. he admired how you always wanted to be courteous to others.

“are you and baby gojo hungry?” he asked as he started swimming towards the shallow end again. you nodded as you clung to him, planting a sweet kiss on the crook of his neck and shoulder. satoru got out of the pool first so he could help you out. he grabbed the towels sitting on the cabana chairs to dry you both off, wrapping the towel around your waist.

“wow, the food looks amazing.” you sat down and drooled over the spread that your brother ordered for you and satoru. your mouth watered. there was a selection of huevos rancheros, tamales, fried plantains, fresh local fruit, chorizo hash, eggs, bread and two large pitchers of orange juice and water.

satoru sipped his orange juice and watched your face light up as you sampled all the delicious food in front of you. a happy glow in your face that made him fall in love with you all over again. it reminded him of the first time you went to get ice cream together, the way your face lit up and you did your happy dance in your chair after tasting the sweet chocolate ice cream. you reached over to feed him a bite of the fried plantains. satoru hummed in approval.

you were like the sun to satoru. his whole world revolved around you, and you attracted anyone and anything that entered your orbit. it was probably why all the students and faculty loved you at jujutsu high. even strangers felt comfortable around you.

you made satoru’s world brighter. before you met him, he felt as if clouds shrouded his life at all times, unclear of what he wanted to do with his life. you pulled him out of that cloudiness and lit up every second of the day as soon as you came into his life (or ever since he broke into yours). you were the color in satoru’s world of black and white. you inspired him to be better, and he wanted to be a good man, just for you.

he was making it his mission to be the sun in your life, just like you were in his. it broke his heart knowing that you were starting to feel insecure in your ever-changing and growing body. and it made him even more sad knowing that you were questioning his love for you during this temporary change.

however, little did satoru know, he already was the sun in your life. he has been ever since you started dating, and you would be forever grateful to the 17 year old boy who broke your domain over a decade ago. without satoru’s love, you don’t know where you’d be right now. satoru's unconditional love was something you never thought you'd experience in this lifetime. (read ‘fated to love you’ here)

later that night

you and satoru held hands while walking the streets of zona romántica, one of the liveliest streets of puerto vallarta. your spirit birds flying overhead with you and satoru. every turn you and satoru took gave you a beautiful view of the mexican riviera. a mariachi band played in the cobblestone streets, and white-stucco buildings were decorated with bright orange, yellow, and red flowers.

"this city is so charming." you said, green eyes shining. you admired the architecture and all the bright colors in the streets as satoru led the way.

"what do you want to eat for dinner?" he asked while looking at a tourist brochure.

"i refuse to eat salmon again for dinner, so anything but that."

satoru looked down at you, azure blue eyes peeking through his sunglasses, "i read that there's a good tapas restaurant about a 20 minute walk from here. do you think you can walk that far?"

you laughed at his question, "satoru, i can still walk believe it or not."

he squeezed your hand as if he was saying 'okay, okay, you got me there'. you took the lead and guided him towards the malecón boardwalk. when you saw the sunset, you let go of satoru's hand, walking faster towards the view. the sunset was a mix of pink, purple, yellow, and orange. it was like a watercolor painting appearing in your eyes. the warm hues kissed the blues and greens of the ocean horizon.

while you admired the beautiful sunset, satoru admired the beautiful you. he snapped a couple pictures of you with his phone, afraid to forget the memory of how stunning you looked at this moment in time.

you were wearing a strapless white sundress, similar to the one you wore yesterday. your swimsuit lines from this morning showed off your golden tan you received while being here in mexico. the dress hugged your belly, but was loose enough to be comfortable for you to move around in without feeling restricted.

intricate blue flowers were sewn on the bottom fringe of your dress and a high leg slit showed off your pretty tan legs. your dress was paired with brown and white sandals that were comfortable enough for your swollen feet.

your long black hair was curled, flowing in the wind as you skipped lightly around the boardwalk. a large blue flower that matched satoru’s eyes was tucked behind your ear. it was almost sickening how much love he felt for you at this very moment.

"careful, sweetheart." satoru called out you as he put his phone back into his pocket, worried about you skipping around. he knew you’d complain about pelvic pain later tonight because of it. he shrugged, shoving his hands in his pockets, following you wherever your heart desired.

you turned around and gave him your world-class million dollar smile that always gave him butterflies even after all this time, "so, where's this restaurant?" (read ‘butterflies’ here)

after dinner

"satoru, look! everyone’s dancing!" you pointed as you and satoru walked out of the restaurant after a delicious dinner.

there was a large crowd on the boardwalk, dancing to reggaeton music that the local dj was playing. everyone was dancing, singing, and shouting the lyrics to the songs. they were having the time of their lives and you wanted to be a part of it too.

"do you want to spend some time out here before we head back to the villa?" satoru asked, noticing how entranced you were. you nodded excitedly.

you and satoru found a small table at a bar close by. you both ordered non-alcoholic drinks for clear reasons. satoru didn't like to drink alcohol and you were pregnant.

you sipped your virgin midori sour. the melon juice, tangy lime, lemon and club soda felt refreshing. your foot tapped on the wooden boardwalk to the melodic beat of the music playing.

"babe, do you want to go dance…?" you asked timidly.

satoru looked at you, surprised, "you want to dance? i never thought you'd asked." he laughed. he was usually the one that would have to drag you out to the dance floor.

satoru downed the rest of his way-too-sweet virgin strawberry daquiri and grabbed your hand to lead you to where the rest of the crowd was dancing. (satoru forced his infinity outward to make sure no one accidentally bumped into your belly, but you didn't have to know that.)

you swayed with the music, your hair bouncing as you bobbed your head to the beat. you spun around, dancing to your heart’s desire. your heart skipped a beat when you felt satoru's hands on your hips, pulling you closer to him. he followed all of your movements as you danced around him. you turned to face him.

"satoru," you draped your arms around his broad shoulders, "i think people are staring at us."

"really? i didn't notice." satoru grinned, his attention was only on you tonight. he didn't even notice that you and him were the center of attention on tonight's dance floor. he couldn't care less. the only thing he cared about was you.

the dim street lights and twinkle lights hanging along the boardwalk emitted a soft glow on your rosy cheeks and emerald green eyes. satoru's heart raced at the view. how could one person be so perfect and so beautiful? he felt like he hit the jackpot to be able to call you his. he didn’t think he would ever be this lucky in another life.

he grabbed your hand to twirl you around, pulling you close for a moment, your back resting against his chest again. he kissed your bare shoulder just to spin you around for a second time. your sweet laughter filled his ears, his favorite sound in the world.

once everyone started to slowly leave the boardwalk, you both decided to call it a night. the moon reflected brightly on the mexican sands and dark blue ocean waters, guiding you back to the villa. and in that very moonlight, you shone brightly like a lighthouse beacon. it was something about the way you looked tonight that took satoru’s breath away. that damn pregnancy glow looked a thousand times more radiant in his six eyes and he couldn’t get enough of it.

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after a relaxing shower to wash away the sweat from dancing, you and satoru laid in bed together, winding down for the night.

“did you know that if you press your ear against my belly, you might be able to hear baby gojo’s heartbeat?” you asked satoru as he put his phone down and turned to face you in bed.

"really?" satoru asked in amusement, "let me try it."

he leaned over towards you, resting his head gently on your belly.

"move your head over here," you guided his head to where baby gojo was in your womb.

the room fell silent. all you could hear was the ocean crashing against the rocks outside the hotel villa, the cool breeze entering the room, satoru's breathing and your own racing heartbeat. it was an intimate moment between the two of you.

satoru gasped, "i can hear it." he smiled brightly as he looked up at you. you smiled back at him, running your fingers through his soft white hair as he planted kisses on your bare belly.

"i wonder if you can sense any cursed energy from the baby." you asked him.

"i've been trying to ever since you got pregnant. i can't sense anything but yours." satoru said, "maybe our baby will be lucky and won't have any..." he trailed off.

"for some reason, i highly doubt that." you frowned. it would be a blessing if your baby didn't have to deal with curses, but coming from your clan and the gojo clan, it was more than likely your baby would be born with an innate cursed technique. plus, you felt something off about your cursed energy since you became pregnant. it was like someone else’s cursed energy was always there with you, and it wasn't satoru's residuals either.

"whether or not baby gojo has cursed energy, it wouldn't make me love them any less." satoru said quietly.

you chuckled at his ridiculous statement. "of course. this is our baby we're talking about. you better love them."

"—and just because your body is changing to grow our baby, my thoughts about how beautiful you are and how much i love you will never change." satoru added as-a-matter-of-factly.

“satoru… you’re embarrassing me.” you whined, hiding your blushing face in between the pillows. satoru took your fluffy shield away from you.

“don’t hide your beautiful face from me, woman!” he scolded you playfully. you intertwined your fingers with his as he leaned in for a kiss. he pulled you closer to him as you rested your head on his chest. you listened to his heartbeat, it was one of the most comforting sounds to fall asleep to.

“i love you, satoru.” you hummed.

satoru kissed each of your fingers, “i know.” he said confidently as you stared back up at him, waiting for him to say it back. “—i love you too, (y/n).”

“that’s what i thought.” you mumbled. “can you believe this is probably our last vacation as just us two? we’ll probably be too busy getting ready for baby gojo’s arrival to spend quality time together like this when we get home.” you said to him as you placed your hand against his. you were comparing the size of his hand to yours in the air.

he stroked your back gently with his unoccupied hand. he thought to himself for a moment. a playful grin spreading across his face, “guess we’ll just have to make the most of this baby moon then, huh?”

“—and just what do you mean by that?” you peered up at him.

satoru just smiled at you before he assaulted your neck and shoulder with a plethora of kisses. you squealed with laughter, pushing him away, trying to escape from his grasp.

“satoru, stop! that tickles!” you continued to laugh as he gently pulled you back to him with blue. he trailed kisses from your chest, up your neck onto your jawline, across your cheek to your nose, up your nose bridge to your forehead, and lastly, back down to your lips.

“for now, i don’t want to share.” he whispered in your ear.

ready to meet baby gojo? read the next chapter, 'hello baby' here.

DIVIDERS PROVIDED BY @/ANLIAN-AISHANG

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midnghtprentiss · 11 months

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dating emily prentiss - headcons

pairing: ssa emily prentiss x pediatrician!femreader

warnings: fluff content, sugestive smut, cm horrors (children abuse), emily being a softie

no descriptions of hair, skin color, body shape

i'm thinking about making this idea a series. what you guys think?

You meet Emily for the first time because of Hotch. She drove him and Jack to your office in the middle of the night 'cause the poor child had a bad fever. She wasn't expecting to find you. Pink scrub with flowers and bees all over it, white shoes and a funny tiara in your hair.

"Dr. Y/L/N. This is my coworker Emily, she drove us here." You nod, taking a quick glance at her.

"Nice to meet you, Emily. Shall we go Jack?"

That was the first time she was hypnotized by a woman like you. How you treated Hotch and especially Jack. She wouldn't mind spending hours watching you work.

The second time she saw you was during a case. They were rescuing abused children and the pediatrician the BAU chose was you. Reid, Morgan and Emily stayed at the clinic while you did your best to save those children.

"Excuse me. My team stabilized four of the seven children, they're severely dehydrated and malnourished. With the right work and care everything will be alright." You lead them to the rooms. "If you're going to make them talk, be gentle and calm. No loud voices and movements. Remember, these children just experienced a lifetime trauma. If you need me I'll be in the other room."

"Yes ma'am." Emily answered quickly and received a smirk from Morgan.

"Ask her out, Prentiss, don't be so shy."

"That's inappropriate Derek, we are working."

She asked you out after the case was over. She stopped by at your work to thank you for your help and asked if you wanted to have a coffee next time you're free.

You learned that Emily was addicted to coffee, that she loves fudge brownies and most of her clothes have cat hair. You were so entertained by the way she rambled and how her brown eyes sparkled when she got excited. She laughed at your 'no sex on the first date' — you failed so bad. When both of you noticed you were breathing heavily in Emily's car.

"I don't know why that's funny. This rule used to work every time." You gave her a look.

"I'm just too hot for this waiting thing and you weren't even complaining thirty minutes ago!"

The months were passing and you two got very involved. Phone calls when she's away, dinner at her or your place, waking up tangled in the sheets. The schedules work just fine, the cases were longer like your shifts. There wasn't pressure on labeling the relationship that was building, but was serious. This woman had you wrapped around her finger.

Long phone calls or voicemails when she's at her hotel room.

"Hey, I can't even imagine how rough the shift is today. The case is evolving to the right direction, we got different clues today and are close to catching the unsub. I saw a bookstore next to the precinct with the book you told me about, so I bought it to discuss with you on the next date. Reid said the book is fantastic and he told me a lot of curiosities about the author, can't wait to tell you everything. Anyway, call me when you can. I miss you."

She surprises you with your favorite food when she picks you up at work. You commented that you wanted to eat sushi and the next day she showed up with sushi just for you. Or when you slept at hers she makes your favorite breakfast (with Rossi on the phone just to make sure she's not giving you food poisoning).

Emily is a morning person, you're not. Waking up with this woman looking like a golden retriever, walking around, rambling and trying to make you wake up.

"You know Ems, if you're doing this to get into my panties you are not getting. Let me sleep."

"It's a beautiful day, sugar. Let 's go!" She comes closer, stroking your messy hair.

"I hate you so much." You looked at her with the most evil smirk ever.

When she started to think about the idea of marriage, kids and white picket fence she almost had a stroke. She changed her whole life plan since she met you. The idea of a love that is so light and free wasn't even a real thing in her head. The greatest part of her day was talking to you, thinking of you. You were the reason she was more caucareful at the field, she was being more open about her feelings to her closest friends.

Girls night!!!!!!! Penelope and you bond right away. She was so excited to see the girl that was making Emily look like a love pudding.

"You are so made for each other, look at that! The way she looks at you!"

"Penny, calm down!" You drunkenly laugh at her and pass your arm around your girlfriend.

"I think we should get shots for this moment. Y/N help me!" You give Emily a kiss on the cheek and follow Penelope.

"How do you feel?" J.J asked Emily that answer with the brightest smile.

"I am in love with that woman and it hurts that she has no idea of how much it is."

"She feels the same way, the lovesick gave. I'm happy you found your half."

"I bought a ring." Dead silence between them.

"What? Oh my God!"

"Keep this down, ok? I'm waiting for the right moment and right now it's not. Hotch went with me and yeah, that's it."

You slowly moved with Emily and started to have a life together. You share bills, you do chores together, buy things together. Even adopted another cat. Life was amazing, couldn't be better. Until the day she proposed.

#emily prentiss #emily prentiss blurb #emily prentiss imagine #emily prentiss one shot #emily prentiss x reader #emily prentiss x you #emily prentis x pediatrician reader #spencer reid #criminal minds

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mikobeautifulheart · 2 months

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7 minutes in panic. College Gojo x reader

1700 WORDS EXACTLY.

The one time you decide to go to a party, it goes wrong.

TW: Use of drugs (U get drugged) and are stuck in a small closet for 7 minutes. (Btw there is no smut, just fluff)

UNEDITED AND VERY SELF INDULGET so it might not make much sense?

You had never been to a party before, let alone one in a cramped dorm spilling with people, even some of them in the hallway standing, drinking, talking and shamelessly making out.

This is probably what you expected but you couldn't help but feel nervous, god why did you go alone? Was it because you're only 2 reliable friends who knew it was a dumb idea-

Walking down the hallway the smell of sweat and alcohol got stronger filling your lungs almost making you get drunk in the air. Why did you even come? Whatever it's too late to turn back might as well commit.

The room was cramped and the music was muffled by all the people surrounding the speaker. You walked toward the counter and picked up a red cup, typical just like the movies, but nothing bad or dramatic is going to happen to you, right? You held the cup awkwardly looking at your hands, almost hesitating to drink the contents, you didn't know what was in it and the smart people would have their suspicions about it, but why worry? You were to stressed anyway you needed a break.

As much as you didn't mind the workload, you loathed the assigned partnered assignments because you were always paired with Gojo.

You already knew him through your other friends, Geto and Shoko.

You didn't mind always being paired with him and he always did his work load, sometimes you'd have to do a bit of his part but he would always thank you with a surprise, usually some sweets.

The worst part was just that he was...hot. He always made your heart forget how to function when you two work together.

‘“And what are you doing here? I thought you weren't the one to frequent parties?” You were snapped out of your imagination only to be faced with someone's chest- you looked up and wow… it was him, Gojo.

“Uh well um I just, its,” you let out an airy laugh trying to distract him from the blush on your face.

“I don't have anything to work on right now so I thought id give it a shot…” You subconsciously took a drink out of the cup you were holding, breaking eye contact with him.

“I can tell '' he laughed and smiled pleasantly toward you.

Oh gosh if only you'd have a chance, he's not top of the class but he is smart when he really thinks and a sports legend. His biceps easily make its presence known out of the short sleeved shirt that fit him all too well. He was the dream guy, but you, you thought you were nothing compared to him.

You didn't love yourself but you didn't hate yourself, you sort of just accepted the way you look so you just worked with it.

You turned to leave the party as you heard someone yell

"SPIN THE BOTTLE" followed by loads of cheers.

“Leaving already?” He said with his brows furrowed

“Uh I think i'm going to get some air, it's hot in here” you flashed a smile.

You started to push your way through the crowd. It was rough but then you felt a hand latch onto your wrist.

“Hold on tight” Gojo looked at you before guiding you through the many, many people.

Your heart nearly burst. You eventually reached a window putting your elbows down on the window sill and placing your head in your hands.

“I saw your last basketball game, nice win” You said, giving him a smile before turning your head up to the sky.

“You-you watched my game?”

You looked at him puzzled until you saw him rubbing the back of his neck with a blush creeping up his neck.

“Uh yeah you looked really good to” You said

“LOOKED GOOD PLAYING-” Trying to save yourself from the embarrassing comment you let slip out. Must have been the drink making you lose focus.

There was silence in the air then you heard two familiar voices, it was Geto and Shoko singing along terribly to the song playing with slurred words and drunk voices.

“I think i'm going to head in again, are you coming? Totally fine if you're not you don't have too” Gojo said looking to the side trying to avoid your gaze.

"I wouldn't mind that'' you said, waking up beside him taking your opportunity.

The door is pushed open and you walk over to Geto and Shoko, you told them you were going with Gojo and might leave early so they wouldn't worry about you.

You mentioned something about Gojo before the room erupted with a mixed reaction of jealousy and excitement. Looking back from your side there it was… a bottle pointing at you. Puzzled you follow the gazes of the room until you realised it was Gojo on the other side of the room looking at you. He was the one that had spun the bottle and accidently roped you into the game "7 minutes in heaven". A guy drags you and Gojo by the wrists and pushed both you guys in a closed down the hallway from the party.

It was dusty and small but still enough space for you to lean against the wall and have one step of space between the two of you. A lock sound was heard outside the door. This was it you were stuck.

"Ha...sorry you are here right now I didn't mean it." Gojo said looking at you in the dark.

You fidgeted in the dark unconfutably. How do you even stand here with the guy you like and do nothing?

“Relax.” The sudden feeling of his head into the crook of your neck threw you off.

You leaned in wrapping your arms around his torso muffling a quick “I like you”.

Oh god, what did you do? You really shouldn't havce come tonight.

You felt him sink into your neck even more and muffle a

“I like you too”.

You could feel it reverberate against your skin. Gojo slowly pulled back, your body warmth suddenly dropped and you were cold but that didn't matter right now. The urge to kiss him was unbearable.

You leaned in a little closer a jolt of shock ran through your nerves and you felt your legs give way, you couldn't stand up properly and slowly fell forward into Gojo's chest.

“Are-e you okay?!?” he said voice shaky as he held you up and spotted a bit of blood trickling down your lips.

“I can't feel my legs, I think I'm going to pass out-” you gasped at the sharp pain in your throat causing more blood to trickle down your bottom lip.

“It must have been the drink” he swiftly picked you up bridal style (yessss -////-).

Someone had spiked your drink with how knows what and what it and what they planed to do when it came into effect. It had only been 4 minutes out of the 7 so the door was still locked.

“SOMEBODY OPEN THIS UP” Gojo yelled while kicking at the door.

It wouldn't budge and everything around you went fuzzy. Gojo could feel you going limp in his arms and in panic he kicked the closet door one last time with all his strength.

The door flew the hinges and walked out trying to keep you awake and responding. As he carried you down the hallway there were whispers and snickers.

“Hey man, I can take her from here. She just needs to sleep so hand here over and just enjoy the party.” A seemingly drunk dude said.

“I don't think I will, now move.” Barging past the man harshly quickening his pace to his apartment not too far off campus. It must have been the guy, he must have spiked all the drinks.

The moon shone and your breath slowed down along with your heart rate, everything was foggy but you tried your best to stay awake as you clung onto Gojo’s shirt.

“Hang in there” He said as he unlocked the door and sat you on his kitchen counter. You were struggling to sit up straight and not fall over while clinging on to the edge of the counter.

the sounds of quick opening and closing of the draws and cupboards filled the room. The tap was on and there were stirring sounds, it was safe to say you had no idea what was going on and your dazed state wasn't helping.

“Drink this.” he held the cup up to your lips and you drank it, you were too weak to even refuse. Not that you wanted to anyway.

You drank it all and your head leaned into Gojo's back as he placed the cup down on the opposite counter.

You wrapped your arms around him and mumbled a ‘Thanks’ he turned around carefully holding your face in his hands. The blood coming from your lip had dried, he leaned in closer to your face.#

Was it wrong to kiss you now? You were still dazed, but he couldn't help it when you leaned in your head closer and said

“It’s okay” while your vision slowly flooded back, thank goodness that Gojo took notes and remembered the lectures in chemistry with you when you both did the assignment.

Leaning in Gojo looks past you out to the window outside, it began sprinkling and you were in no way in any shape or form, able to walk back to campus in the weather soon to come.

He was so absorbed with his thoughts that he failed to notice his lips brush up against yours.

His eyes widened but when you did pull away he went straight in for it your arms around his neck lazily hanging off his shoulders as one hand supported you back and his other holding the back of your head gently. He slowly pulled back and watched your eyes flutter open, the sight made his heart skip.

“You don't think you'll regret this?” Gojo said with his attention all on you pending for your answer.

“Best first kiss of my life” you smiled at him before pulling him in again by his collar.

THANKS FOR READING ♡

AUTHORS NOTE: This was very self indulgent. Not my best work but I'll post it just for fun. I haven't written a Gojo fic yet so this isnt totaly great but its an okay start ig. Reblogs r welcomed and thanks for reading.

EDIT: When people ask what my greatest accomplishment is, it's 100% the fact that ponderingmoonlight liked my fic. No hesitation.

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athanasius-symposium-of-writings · 3 months

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NSFT Alphabet: Fool's Gold

Thank you @turbulentscrawl for this help on this!

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

There is no aftercare nor does he expect aftercare, sorry guys. He is not the touchy-feely time at first and it takes a lot to get him there. He will humor you, let you get your cuddles in but you can feel how onesided it is.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

Considering his body is mostly rocks rather than flesh, he will be crude and say his dick. At least that still is there and working. On you, everything, you are still soft, still alive, and your heart beats and races for him.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

His cum is not white, full monster fucker, his cum is black and he likes how it looks smeared on your face and stomach

D = Dirty secret (pretty self-explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

This guy would just tell you most of his thoughts, however, he has one: he wants to watch his survivor self fuck you. It is because he wants to see himself, as he was, touch you, and you touching him. Though he def not going to be nice to Norton during the whole thing.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

So tbh he only has ever slept with you, the man doesn't trust like that even though he makes some dirty comments he actually won't follow them through unless it is with you

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Full nelson heh

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? Are they humorous? etc.)

He can be an asshole and kinda funny in bed

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? Does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He has no hair on the skin parts of his body

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? The romantic aspect)

Simple guy, i dont think anything special, he teases a lot and can get really possessive in the moment

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He does it if bored and you aren’t around to keep him busy. He rather your mouth or hand on him

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He won't outwardly say it but making you bark is prob the hottest thing he has ever seen you do and will use his belt more often as a leash on you (sorry guys lol I'm not)

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere and anytime (in front of Norton too lol)

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Anything he just a simple man with simple needs and he will do it during a match (tie or flawless only)

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn-offs)

He will not sub or verse (receive like pegging)

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Both he likes receiving more so but he 100% will give (let you sit on his face too)

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Fast and rough

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Often does quickies with you just to make you pent up for later

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? Do they take risks? etc.)

He will do most things so long has the end goal is reached (he cums you cum, maybe mostly him cumming he can watch you get yourself off)

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? How long do they last?)

As a hunter he can go on for hours, often you have to tell him to stop because he can go on for a long time

T = Toys (do they own toys? Do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Why is his cock not enough? He might entertain a vibrator (a modern one) but tbh no just use him

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Very unfair

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He can be loud and he talks a lot during the do but you like hearing him become a mess where he is only groaning and moaning

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He often doesn't know his own strength and often you are covered in bruises. You have to tell him ease up and he does

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

12inches, the dick of life-changing (his survivor self too) no lie he is packing pray you can handle that

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

High with you

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterward)

He doesn't need to sleep tbh and if in the mood he might stay around to watch you sleep

#idv #identity v x reader #idv x reader #reader insert #identity v #identity v x you #idv fool's gold #fool's gold x reader #fool's gold #fool's gold x you #norton campbell x reader #norton campbell #norton campbell x you #identity v fool's gold #idv x you

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harmonysanreads · 9 months

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Sumeru hexagon brainrot because I've been rewatching the recent event scenes but also expanding on the one thing of darling being a commentator as well!

I'm thinking of darling freaking out watching the boys trying to hurt each other and especially after Kaveh deals with the diadem they rush towards him and begin fawning over him super worried about him being hurt. (Subtle side glare to wanderer as well for being real rough on the poor boy's side. That ameno blast got him good!)

And Kaveh is so dramatic he'd definitely play it up some more to bask in the undivided attention. And then him learning of what exactly happened to his dad? Darling gets a drunk Kaveh at her doorstep in the middle of the night and ends up caring for him more.

Of course as a thank you Kaveh invites her for a meal (and pays for it! Thanks to Cyno buying the card). Instead of inviting them to the meal with Cyno and Tighnari because he'd be able to have darling to himself. (But we know how resourceful those other boys are and they may or may not have found out and crashed the date).

[ au masterlist ]

If Kaveh had a mora for everytime his advances faced subjugation, he'd have... a lot of mora.

At this point, he can't say he's surprised at the turn of events. If anything, it's Kaveh's failure for not expecting it and taking necessary precautions. Oh well, he just wanted to share a nice meal with you! Was that so much to ask for??

Apparently.

“[Name], I told you, you should've left him outside last night instead of inviting him over. See the look he's giving me!” the hatted boy Kaveh's seen hanging by your person more often than not side eyes him, “whispering” not so discreetly but very purposefully by your ear, a hand raised in mock cover and all the shebang. Kaveh's left eye twitches as he struggles to keep the amiable smile on his face, hands curling into fists beneath the table as his eyes meet coy blue ones.

“I think Hat Guy here has a point, you look unnecessarily agitated, Kaveh.” chimes in a certain scholar seated on your right, Tighnari and Cyno take an eager sip of their drinks at the sight.

Kaveh's carefully maintained countenance almost shatters at the comment, but a look at your face has him halt at the last second, he promised to keep himself in check, he reminds himself. The sheer audacity of these kids! Crashing on his moment and then blaming him for getting annoyed?

“Well, why do you think I am as agitated as I look?” the architect points a fork towards the Scribe from across the table.

“Simple, because you cannot keep your emotions in check.”

“That's it, I've had—”

“Enough, you two.”

Kaveh freezes in his position as your words still the chatters. Yet, the tension in the air only becomes more tangible as five pairs of eyes await your next course of action.

You gently remove the hatted boy's arm from yours (ignoring his reluctance to let go), shifting to address each of the men, “Kaveh has a valid point for being irritated, after all, you four did barge in uninvited. But we're not strangers, so there shouldn't be an issue for us to cooperate and make the most of this meal. Right, Kaveh?”

The addressed architect sits back down with a huff, acquiescing with a heated ‘fine’ after some deliberation. With your declaration, everyone relaxes in various degrees. It's not until Tighnari quips up does the silence break, “[Name] is right, you know. We're all friends, do we really need permission to join each other?”

The ex-harbinger notices the General Mahamatra look at the Forest Ranger by the corner of his eye, the impish tone of Tighnari's words is just noticeable enough for everyone to catch but not to comment on, how interesting.

“Well, it wouldn't hurt to let your friends know beforehand, either, right?” the architect shots back.

Cyno takes over unexpectedly, “Of course not. But I'm with Tighnari on this, friends trust each other enough to let down boundaries. It's not like we have any other intention except wanting to spend time with each other, so what is there to get worked up for?”

“There is a reason to get worked up because I was on a da—”

Kaveh chokes back his words midway, the air suddenly feeling electric. He dares not look, he doesn't need to, for he can feel the men's eyes piercing through his soul at the slip up.

“You were on a da...?” Tighnari urges and despite not following, you find yourself holding your breath.

“I was on a, on a.. da.. da..dat—”

Kaveh makes the mistake of looking right and the sight of a pulsating anemo vision has him gulp.

“—dessert! I was on my dessert! Oh goodness, this thing is delicious! Why would you all interrupt me enjoying it? Hahaha.”

The electricity dissipates without a trace, the air suddenly much easier to breath in. You're left there blinking, not really grasping the point of that exchange as Kaveh gobbles up a random sweet treat to affirm his words. Cyno and Tighnari exchange triumphant glances and Alhaitham goes back to his book, Hat Guy leans back in his seat and Kaveh heaves a sigh of relief.

What a close call.

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ghostgirl101 · 2 years

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Legit ANYTHING Corey related- im head over hEELS for that man rn

Im also a sucker for fluff ;)

Dating Corey Cunningham Would Be Like This:

A/N: Might as well start with the dating hcs 🙃 requests are open if you want more for this guy. Please keep in mind that I'm not comfortable writing smut yet though; I've noted that on my inbox page and pinned post, but I've been getting quite a few smutty asks 😅

🔪• Corey's been through a lot, and to find a person willing to give him a chance and treat him like a person who matters... I absolutely believe he'd turn into a soft yandere. He's head over heels in love, protective to the point of killing anyone who tries to hurt you or take you away from him, and obsessively infatuated. He lives for you, and he'd die for you, period.

🔪• You probably meet him when he's being pushed around by a group of bullies somewhere in Haddonfield, and manage to get them off his back for a while, with a string of hateful comments. The boy's stunned that someone's standing up for him, and when you help him get his glasses back on after they were slapped off his face, he's stunned all over again. It takes Corey a good minute to stop stuttering and staring at you with wide, dopey eyes and form an actual sentence to introduce himself.

🔪• When you take him back to yours to patch him up, you can't help but notice his breath hitch at your soft touches, such a contrast from the rough shoves and harsh words he gets day after day outside. Heart eyes to the extreme as you concentrate on stopping any blood, and apologise when it stings. Corey barely notices it, and when you pull away as you finish, he chases your hand for a second before he blinks back into reality, heat rushing to his cheeks as he looks down at his feet and thanks you.

🔪• He has no idea why you're so nice to him, but from that day on, he's hooked. You're gonna start seeing him randomly pop up wherever you are, and at first, you assume it's because Corey wants to have you around so it discourages people from picking on him. Nope. He wouldn't mind if he was kicked around, if you could lean in close and clean him up so caringly again. He's fallen hard and very quickly, especially when you reassure him that you know he didn't kill that boy on purpose. You believe him? He almost cries, and looks up at you in wonder, with a hopeful "really?"

🔪• Corey Cunningham has found someone that sees him as a person instead of a monster, and he adores that the person is you. It doesn't take him long to ask him out; it is hard for him to get the courage to, since he's worried that he might be going too fast and certainly aiming too high with you. Saying yes to him will just fully unleash Corey being the clingiest, doting, protective boyfriend you'll ever know. He won't let you go now that he's found you. If he can't have you, no one can.

🔪• He's pretty goofy with how he acts and what he says, but you've told him it's cute, so he won't try to change. Being with you, he wants to keep you happy all the time, and keeps you to himself as much as possible, just in case you start listening to what others have got to say about him. Whatever you tell him though, he'll try to remember as much as possible, so he can how he's been listening by bringing it up again or giving you a little gift related to it.

🔪• To be honest, Corey's a really sweet, doting lover, and he looks at you like you're an angel whenever you're close together, or just working around the house. He'll follow you around like a lost puppy, and has puppy eyes to match, constantly clinging to you and wanting to help with whatever he can. It could get a little annoying if you don't want a shadow around you all the time, but he wants you as happy as possible, so if you tell him your boundaries, he'll eagerly follow them.

🔪• Corey's obsessiveness grows the closer you get, to the point where he goes as far as to kill for you. After he runs into Michael Myers, he takes both of your hands and looks you straight in the eyes excitedly as he tells you that he's not afraid of people anymore, and that he loves that you're always there to protect him. But now, he wants to be the one to protect you. He loves you to death, and he wants to prove it. It's up to you to decide whether or not to let him deal with anyone that upsets you with his violent methods, but he can and will if you say the word.

🔪• If you happen to meet Michael Myers, he won't kill you, but he won't be all soft with you either. His idea of being nice is not killing you, and that's that. Gradually, gradually, he'll decide to protect you, even opting to lurk around in the shadows and check on you and Corey every now and then, like a twisted kind of father figure or friend. So, if you're ever in trouble, you've got Haddonfield's boogeymen behind you when you need them.

🔪• It's scary to see the level of protectiveness and unhidden anger in Corey's eyes when someone's rude to you in front of him, a dark glare in his usually kind eyes. Suddenly, they've gone missing, or they've died in suspicious circumstances, Corey not paying any attention to the news report as he hugs you from where you're curled up on his lap with a small frown on your face. If you ask him for the truth, if he did it for you, he'll shrug and nod, "Well... yeah, I- I did it for you. I love you..." and that's all the explanation there really is.

🔪• He likes taking you for rides on his motorcycle in the evening, just to feel your arms embrace him tightly and a proud grin on his face when he knows you're enjoying it. Corey tries carrying you back upstairs afterwards, which ends up with you both collapsing in a heap on the bed, and him engulfing you with a tight hug with kisses planted on every inch of skin he can find.

🔪• Speaking of affection, Corey can be pretty smothering with it. He's shy and awkward at first, but after hugging you for the first time, and having your first kiss, he can't get enough of your attention and affection. He'll drink it up with a lovesick smile and lean into all of your touches. He can show how needy he is by whining in protest whenever you break a kiss for air, and latches back on in a second.

🔪• The pet names he gives you can be the basic 'baby' and 'sweetheart,' but Corey calls you stronger, more meaningful names at intimate moments too. 'Angel' is a very common one that he coos when he wakes you up gently in the mornings, burying his face in your neck, or whenever you're cleaning him up after a fight or a kill.

🔪• The times when he's most vulnerable, when you've got him wrapped around your finger playing with his curls, he'll whisper to you how all of him belongs to you, that he'll do anything for you, die for you. He's being absolutely honest, and it's nice to hear, but sometimes, when your eyes meet his desperate, loving gaze, you have to tell him that you don't want him to do anything too extreme for you, that you love him just the way he is.

🔪• You can never just kiss Corey briefly before you leave the house to work or anything. He'll draw out any affection you give him for as long as he can, so it's a hard task to prise his hands off your waist with a promise that you'll be done with work soon. It often ends up with him trailing after you, holding your hand tightly and stroking the back of it absentmindedly with his thumb.

🔪• Being in a relationship with Corey Cunningham is full of loving attention, obsessively so, and to know that he'd go as far to basically go on a killing spree for you is nice in a weird kind of way? There's no hope of getting out of it though, because he's happily devoted to you now, and that's just the way he likes it. God forbid anyone who tries messing with it.

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oddballwriter · 4 months

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Here for smut requ!!

Steven having a crush on shy reader n they go on a date and Marc coaches him on what to say and do cuz Steven is a bit nervous and he knows she likes his hands and him praising her and stuff but he doesn’t know how to go about but Marc does 😼

So when they make it to his apartment the once so gentle Steven became rough and dominant.

PLEASE INCLUDE OVERSTIM DIRTY TALK AND THE USAGE OF “good girl” IF UR COMFORTABLE WITH IT.

Thank u and if u don’t end up doing it sorry for wasting ur time.

Just Go with It

Summary: A very nervous date leads to going over to Steven's place. The both of you are very shy but with the help of Marc, Steven manages to get something started by talking to you and pouring a cup of tea.

Warnings: I didn't actually make smut from this, I'm sorry, but there is talk about the reader having a thing for Steven's hands and being flustered by compliments and praise from Steven. It's kind of a fade to black depending on how you want to look at it.

Author’s Snip: I know that Anon asked for smut but I just couldn't find it in me to actually write some smut, so I did my best to make it a fade to black instead Also it's not fully what Anon asked but I don't really like the trope of the system swapping without the reader knowing that there even is a system. So yeah. I hope this is good enough.

I’ll shut up now. Enjoy! And don’t be afraid to request.

Word Count: 1,574

Steven isn't usually nervous or scared when entering into his own flat, but right now his nerves are all in power drive. After a nice date with you, that he had to have Marc coach him through because he didn't really know what to say or do, Steven, on his own, asked if you wanted to come back to his flat to have some tea and talk some more. Something that he has no idea how he managed to courage up saying when waiting for the bill to come back. And when you said yes, he tried to keep his cool and excused himself to go to the restroom, thankfully empty, to make himself more nervous about the possibilities of what might happen now.

"Why are you freaking out, Steven? You managed to do that on your own." Marc questions in the reflection of the mirror. "Because I didn't mean to open up a bloody can of worms, Marc! I just meant that as in actually talking and having a cup of tea!" Steven exclaims as he hides his red face in his hands. "Okay? Then just do that, buddy." Marc answers. "But what if she thought that I was secretly asking to hook up with her and she expects me to make a move at some point?" Steven whines. "Well, in that case, I'm sure she'll have a tell once you're there and if that happens then just go with it if you want," Marc suggests, "It's not that hard." he comments. Steven cringes at that last statement, "It's not that hard for you, mate. But it is for me. I've never gotten intimate with a person before.".

Marc sighs. "Steven, listen. This is your date. You managed to do pretty well on your own with a few pointers from me. I can only help you so much. But if it comes to maybe getting laid tonight, I can't really help you. I'm willing to bet that you don't want me in your ear while you're getting it. If you want, I can tell you if she's giving signs that she wants to go all the way but after that, it's all on you." Marc explains, giving his alter an offer and some extra help in the situation. "If she doesn't show off anything then you guys can just have your tea and talk or whatever." Marc says. Steven looks towards Marc and nods before taking a deep breath and leaving the bathroom to head back to his flat with you.

So now with a kettle on the stove, you and Steven sit on his sofa. "Dinner was nice." you comment, attempting to break the silence in the flat. Steven nods, embarrassed at the idea that he let an awkward silence brew, "Yeah. I found the restaurant a while back, I needed to do something else around there and when I came across it I was like "Oh would you look at that", you know?" Steven rambles before realizing that he was rambling. He also realizes that he's been fidgeting with his hands and immediately stops and folds them when he sees you looking at them, giving a whispered 'sorry'.

"No no, it's fine. I fidget with my hands too." you say as you look back down at them. "They look nice," you mutter under your breath, "They are?" Steven questions. You realize what you've said and backtrack, "I mean, you know, they just look very well maintained. Guys hardly take care of their hands and they sometimes look kinda ugly." you explain.

"Do they really look that nice?" Steven asks as he holds his hands out for the both of you to get a better look at them. You shyly take one of them and feel the skin with your thumb "Yeah." you say, "They feel really soft actually." you remark as you give the one you're holding a little squeeze. Upon looking closer you ask "You file your nails?". Steven, who was caught up in the fact that you were holding and feeling his hands, and thus he was feeling yours, snaps out of it and answers "Yeah, I do. I bite at the edges of them sometimes and so I file them so that they look better.", "It also helps to keep them short so that dirt doesn't get under them." he adds. "Well, they look very well kept." you comment timidly.

Steven nods as a thank you before hearing a 'psst' nearby. He looks towards the source and finds Marc looking at him from the reflection of his TV. Steven gives him a 'what' look. "She likes your hands." Marc points out. "Yes, I know." Steven responds in his head with a slight I'm-not-dumb tone. "No, Steven. She really likes your hands." Marc objects, "Maybe she wants you to do something with them?" Marc prompts with a tone that reads 'if you know what I mean'. Steven thinks about it before he notices that you're still holding and slightly feeling up his hands.

Steven tries to think of something to say or do in this situation, realizing that this might be going faster than he thought it would, but the sound of the kettle starting to whistle steals his attention before he can. With a quiet "Excuse me." and pulling his hands away, Steven gets up, takes the kettle off the stove, and grabs two mugs.

"Pour the tea in front of her. Give her a bit of a show." Marc suggests. "Shut up." Steven mumbles but freezes when you ask "Hm?" indicating that you slightly heard him, Steven recovers by saying "Sugar in your cup?" like he's repeating himself. You smile and say "Yes, a spoon, please." you request. Steven nods and pours a spoonful of sugar into your cup but takes the empty cups to the coffee table and actually does pour the tea in front of you like suggested.

Your eyes flicker between his hands that are on the kettle with a rag and Steven's face. You blush just a little, that would have gone unnoticed if Steven wasn't slightly expecting it. He pours his cup and walks back into the kitchen to leave the kettle. "I told you she'd like it." Marc says from the reflection of the kettle. Steven flashes him a look that radiates the words "Shut the hell up." before dropping it once he makes his way back to the sofa with you.

"You know I really enjoyed spending time with you tonight. I was surprised when you asked me out to dinner." you say as you gently swish around the tea in your cup to help the sugar mix as it dissolves. Steven raises his eyebrows for a bit in surprise at hearing that, "How come?" he asks. "Well..." you stammer, "You're very smart and polite, and handsome. I thought that you would have had someone already. Most guys like you are hard to come by nowadays and most have partners already. So I figure that you also had somebody already." you explain. Steven blushes at being called such attractive things. "Well then you would be surprised that I was both scared to ask you out to dinner and shocked that you said yes." Steven says, "I would have thought that such a beautiful and smart woman like yourself would already have someone or at least have many men trying to ask you out all the time." Steven claims.

"Seems like you got lucky then." you giggle as you blush at the idea that Steven, the man that you've been crushing on for a long time, was saying that he expected to have competition when asking you out. In the meantime, Marc makes a suggestion, "Keep going, Steven, she seems to like it.". Steven nods and does his best to do that. "I mean it. I really do." Steven says, "You really are a rare one. I'm happy you agreed to go out with me.". You sigh and hide your burning red face, "Stop. I don't think I can handle getting any redder." you beg. Steven scoots towards you on the sofa and gently takes your hands away from your face so that he can see you. "I really like your face, in any color it may be in." Steven says as he looks into your eyes, now staring back at him.

A second passes by the two of you while you softly stare at each other, it feels longer, but in a pleasant way. Steven could feel that Marc was going to say something again, but he didn't want to hear it and just did what he figured he was going to suggest. He leans in more and kisses you on the lips, with you flinching just a little before kissing him back.

The kiss is gentle and sweet, but there is a little bit of something in it between the both of you. When Steven pulls away, he notices that your hand is placed on his shoulder with your thumb timidly placed on the base of his neck like you were originally going to keep him pulled in. Steven smiles a bit at the idea and looks towards you, but you are leaning in yourself and manage to press a kiss on his jaw. The soft kisses continue from there and Steven feels less nervous about things possibly going farther tonight and he can sense that you are too.

#moon knight #moonknight #moon knight x reader #moonknight x reader #steven grant x reader #steven grant

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wizard-finix · 1 month

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Ao3 tag game!

THANKS @ragecndybars FOR THE TAG I APPRECIATE IT

*cracks knuckles* lets do this

How many works do you have on AO3?

24 works! I would have never expected to have that many 5 years ago, hahaha

What's your total AO3 word count?

186,291! oh wow, almost 200k!! (unsurprisingly PT minato takes up over a third of that LMAO)

How many fandoms have you written for, and what are they?

10 fandoms! I'm counting Persona 3, 4, and 5 and separate, but I'm grouping all the Zelda fandoms together since it's all Linked Universe fic.

Here's the breakdown!

The Legend of Zelda & Related Fandoms (6)

Persona 5 (5)

Persona 3 (5)

SPY x FAMILY (Anime) (3)

Wizard101 (Video Game) (3)

SPY x FAMILY (Manga) (3)

Runescape (Video Games) (3)

Pirate101 (Video Game) (3)

Persona 4 (2)

The Legend of Zelda: Breath of the Wild/Tears of the Kingdom (2)

Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood & Manga (1)

Star Wars - All Media Types (1)

The Legend of Zelda: Hyrule Warriors (1)

Top five fics by kudos:

The Ghost of Mementos/Stygian Ringlet (Persona3/5) - to the surprise of absolutely no one, since this is currently my longest fic. I'm very happy with Stygian Ringlet being the top because I love my boys :)

True Crime Special on the Midnight Channel (Persona 4/5) - my Ren has a TV Dungeon fic! also very proud of the dungeon concept for this one, I really need to finish the last two chapters

Dark Clouds on the Horizon (Linked Universe/TOTK) - I feel like this one got a lot of momentum partially because it was directly in the wake of TOTK's release, but I'm happy with how it turned out :)

Strangers Are Just Friends You Haven't Met (Persona 3/SPY x FAMILY) - this was a collab series with mewrose and a few others in the marigolds discord! we were throwing ideas at the wall to see what stuck and I really had a lot of fun with Shinjiro-related prompts, because I LOVE him and hitting him with the isekai baseball bat into a universe with Anya brings me great joy

Salt Tears and Raindrops (Linked Universe/TOTK) - directly related to Dark Clouds, and I'm glad people enjoyed good ol' fashioned angst >:) (I do need to post more of my wips, I do have a couple more roleswap AU wips that I want to post)

Do you respond to comments?

Yes! I almost always do because I really appreciate them and its my way of saying thanks for the comment! If I don't comment it's because I lost track of it or because I can't think of a response.

What's the fic with the angstiest ending you've ever written?

Probably Salt Tears and Raindrops. I was in a Mood and decided to go for the tried-and-true method of putting fictional characters I like through the emotional wringer. That's how I got the rough draft for this fic :)

Do you write crossovers?

*looks at my persona fics and recent LU fics*

...I think it's safe to say most of my fics these days fall under crossovers lmao

Have you ever gotten hate on a fic?

I wouldn't say I have? One or two comments that came off as rude, but no actual hate, thankfully. If I did, I forgot about it. I've been blessed by wonderfully nice readers <3

Do you write smut?

Nope. I don't read it, so I wouldn't know how to write it anyway.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I know of? I sure hope not.

I have seen a couple short fics slightly imitate Ghost of Mementos though, which I thought was really sweet that they liked it enough to inspire their own writing.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Nope, but I'd definitely be open to it!

What’s your all-time favorite ship?

RYOMINA. Hands down. I love them so much, I am so mentally unwell about these two

What’s a WIP that you want to finish, but don’t think you ever will?

My two Runescape fics, Whispers in the Temple and Welcome to the Jungle. I absolutely loved going hogwild with rewriting old quests in Runescape, but I psyched myself out of Welcome to the Jungle because I got overly anxious about accidentally doing bad representation.

(in hindsight, it probably wouldn't have been as big a deal as I thought; it's hard to make it worse considering how bad Legend's Quest was with the british-african stereotypes. that quest DID NOT age well.)

I also want to finish Snake in the Grass; that was my first attempt at a genuine mystery plot and I really liked playing with Warriors in that fic in the context of the gang trying to figure out who the heck is trying to murder him.

What are your writing strengths?

I feel like I'm pretty good at dialogue! I try to make sure it matches the character's speech patterns and personality. Really well-written dialogue can tell you who's speaking without actually telling who it is. (For example, the way I write them: Minato speaks as few words as possible and has very little filter with his observations when he does share them, and Shinjiro is pretty rough around the edges, with shortened words and the occasional swear. Warriors is good with words and wit, but he has a certain military-esque directness and doesn't dance around the topic.)

I do try hard to keep the plot clear and understandable over everything else, so probably that as well.

Also, now that I think about it, maybe fight sequences? I don't do them much, but I do enjoy the challenge of making a clear sequence of what happens in a fight and trying to make it understandable. Fight sequences are easy to skip or gloss over, but I think of them like their own miniature plot. What happens? What surprises are there? What are their movesets? How do they get the upper hand? (and of course, what looks cool as fuck)

What are your writing weaknesses?

Time management. I tend to over-proofread since I beta my own work, and often I'll go back to tweak stuff if I had additional thoughts to add to it, or extra insight. Lately, it takes longer to write chapters than I'd like.

Also, dialogue-heavy scenes often get very chaotic in my WIPs because of the way I rough out fics. I'll throw together a bunch of dialogue bits I think would be cool to include, and sometimes they'll clash or get really messy, especially if there's lots of characters (looking at the latest two chapters of Stygian Ringlet)

What are your thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fics?

I think it's cool! It adds flavor to fics. If it's more than one short phrase though, or if it's story important, then I do prefer that there is a translation in the author's notes. I haven't done any non-English dialogue in fics, save for one memorable adventure into trying to figure out how Latin grammar structure works for a character that didn't speak English.

What was the first fandom you ever wrote for?

Wizard101 and Pirate101. I was obsessed with those two for YEARS. I really, really liked pirate stories in high school, and having a cast of crewmates that accompany you throughout the game really inspired me to write my first fic featuring my OC. (I was also into One Piece at the time, but I never wrote for it.)

What’s your favorite fic you’ve written so far?

Stygian Ringlet. It's really dear to my heart. I have poured so much love and effort into that fic, and the reception on it has completely blown me away.

THANKS FOR THE TAG!! Uhhhmmm for tags I'm going to go with @skyward-floored, @catreginae and @breannasfluff (but only if you want to!! no obligation of course)

and of course any other writers that want to do it as well!! go forth

#cici speaks #tagged #tag game #my god this is long if you read this I salute and respect you

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luvring · 1 year

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Hiii! I hope it's not too suggestive since I saw your blog is mainly sfw OWBOANALA but I wanted to hear your headcanons about the main cast of Touchstarved, just in general tho, like who's a bottom, who's a top and who's a switch (I personally think everyone there is a switch bc y'know... whatever makes mc happy they're down for it)

If it's too suggestive or explicit for your blog lemme know and we can ramble about it together in chat if you're down for it! (In that case I'll send you my @)!

!!!! I AGREE!! AND DEFINITELY DID MORE THAN U ASKED! My Bad guys. indulged myself a little w one (1) nsft post. a gift 🫶 & OFC i'll also talk more in chat w u / anyone who wants to!!! i always want 2 hear everyone else's thoughts 👩🏻‍💻

leander

switch...sub leaning.? they did Not have to tell me for a leader he sure likes it when others take control. that vere wouldn't spit on him if he were a fire, "oh no, he'd enjoy that far too much." leander saying he doesn't mind vere around since he's fun and "got a real...presence." when he said "anything you want." I Know What You Are.

smth smth addressed by a title, sensation play, degradation said in a praising way, body worship, size kink, overstim, smth smth. i trust vere. spit on him. leader who relishes in giving up control and being taken care of yeah yeah yeah

enjoying being a sub aside he can easily be a service dom

mfw leander gets on his knees and says he'll do anything to please you just say the word. when he touches you somewhere and asks here? is this good? oh the intimacy of interlacing your fingers and bringing your hands to touch him anywhere, everywhere, just as a reminder that you Can

ais

switch - "gives it almost as well as he takes it, even if he's awfully greedy." thanks vere my buddy my pal

i know this little shit (said lovingly) is a tease like dragging his fingers slowly telling you to say please kind of way

figures out what pet names you like and has the most annoying smirk on his face. "oh? did you like that?"

edging. Needing you to tell him what he wants or he won't do anything.

idk i think this guy likes it when you take control though! like get on top and he'll have a stupid cocky grin before he eventually unravels and is moaning whimpering swearing 🤨

i don't have to say anything about the tentacles. moving on

i have a vision where if you let out a noise he looks at you with a raised brow before smirking and then whispering "cute." in your ear before trailing kisses along your jaw But That's Just Me Projecting I Think

vere

switch in a bratty prove you can dom him way. "looks good in blood and better in tears." LETS BE SERIOUS AIS 😂😂 you don't have to tell me twice if bro likes rough sex or is into bondage or edging or overstim or marking or

smth abt predator/prey... i'm not even really into that but i can see it

same thing w u taking control and him saying a stupid joke then being caught off guard,, at least the first time. i know this guy would do shit to tease and rile you up in public just so you'd do something later

he made that biting comment and i believe him. nips at you. seems like he'd leave hickies in places people could see and if you did the same to him Well why would he hide them. also pull his hair

something about fingers in your mouth or vice versa. smth smth making u taste urself Sorry Woah this was bc he was licking champagne foam from his fingers. i had a vision

kuras

switch in an easily doms + teases you, may surprise you with a few kinks, takes a bit to be sub but ends up liking it kind of way. reminds me of om! barbatos + tot vyn. I know what you are. (brat tamer)

the sub thing. like the first time u ask he's Very curious about what you'd do. amused even. the joy of telling him not to touch and teasing him then stopping right before he finishes. and then telling him to be nice and ask for what he wants,, if u go long enough he'll finally groan w a little "please," where his voice cracks WHO GETS ME!

giving me blindfold + temperature play vibes. don't know why.

anyways. can also be soft i'm sure. like a traditionally romantic sort of sense. i don't know how to explain it.

btw "you know, on account of his massive...heart." thank you vere for being the realest person around

mhin

switch vry sub leaning for me but that's bc i like teasing them. and so does everyone else.... oh mhin...

but if u were a soft dom they could use that i think. like Let yourself be close and taken care of mhin. please. OHH praising them to tease them instead of being mean catches them a little off guard. they get flustered and look away again Yeah

i don't see them as particularly talkative during sex,, tbh i think they'd get embarrassed and try to stop themself from making Any noise until you tell them you like hearing their voice...

drags myself through the mud... breathing heavily... leave hickies on their chest... mhin leaving hickies on you... i have no grounds to explain this btw. i just get sensitive chest/collarbone area vibes

still figuring out dom!mhin in my head. charas who are easily teased can often switch it around on u if u say the right thing so. though i don't really see them as being very degrading during sex

misc / multichara thoughts i didn't form properly bc i have to go back to essay writing in a bit.

vere and ais would have the biggest impact on me w the first vulnerable soft sex scene. they deserve it

someone's into the sex after an argument thing. something about jealousy. marking you etc etc

leander telling you you can use him. leander shower sex. leander using magic. leander. help me

has leander just fucked everybody. can he stop blushing when talking about other people + the others' opinions what r u guys implying YOU ARE GOING TO DRIVE ME OVER THE EDGE /J /NM

i don't see kuras / mhin being very into quickies but well. the other 3.

something abt the bad ending w vere tells me he really enjoys when you're vulnerable and exposed to him. trust or whatever

scenario where you tell kuras u think something's wrong and u need a Check Up w the Doctor :( and he gives u a little look before reminding you if you want attention you could just ask then kissing you. Who gets me

mhin smirking . that's all. my legs wobble

#havent done nsft hcs in so long hello world its me #im back baby. temporarily #🧾nia.answers #<3 anon #nsft #touchstarved game #please do not take me super seriously btw.#feel free 2 disagree. i actually alrdy dont remember what i wrote #anyways. feel free 2 send any other nsft asks #nia + touchstarved

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actuallysaiyan · 2 years

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Hello again, thank you for answering me despite answering the same question on the same day! (I was the anon who had asked you about your requests being closed :) If that's okay with you, I'd like to send you an idea I have in mind for hcs before I forget about it.

Sooo I've seen in a post of yours you headcanon the saiyans having a mating cycle, and I was wondering if you'd write hcs about that period of time with future trunks? Like how is it spent with him? (Am I making this clear enough? Sorry if not :')

Still, please only write this if you want to and whenever you'd like to! I don't wish you to be pressured or anything. I hope the heatwave will be gone soon; take care of yourself! You're a great writer <3

warnings: breeding kink, creampie, unprotected sex, mentions of rough sex, the usual smutty suspects here, dirty talk, mating cycle pairing: Future Trunks x Fem!Reader a/n: I'm not opening my requests just yet(working on it though!) but I just had to answer this! I hope you enjoy!

SFW

Trunks gets very affectionate and loving during the weeks leading up to his mating cycle. At first, he’s not really sure what’s going on, but he finds it so nice to be close to you.

He finds himself thinking about you constantly. He can’t get you off his mind at all. You’re all he can think about. So nevermind trying to train too hard or to concentrate on anything else, you’ll be his only thought.

Goten is the first to comment on it. Trunks is barely thinking about his next move when Goten is able to knock him off his feet. Trunks will feel so ashamed about it.

He gets hungrier and sleeps a lot more. Bulma will start to complain when she realizes he’s been hoarding plates and mugs in his room.

Then comes the nesting. Trunks goes around finding the most comfortable blankets and pillows in his home. He will make his bed a million times before deciding on the best set up for the both of you.

He’ll start suggesting that you should come over for movie nights and things like that. He’ll get you so comfortably situated in his bedroom and he’ll throw on any of your favorite movies.

Trunks starts to groom himself more and make sure he’s clean and smelling his very best. He’ll find out the scents you like, but he’s very shocked to know that you enjoy his natural scent.

NSFW

It hits him so fucking hard one day. It’s like a horny train rammed right into him. His cock is so hard from when he wakes up until he goes to bed.

He can barely sleep when he’s in this state. It makes him sweat and his heart races. All he can do is jerk himself off until he’s happy. Until he’s satisfied. But that will take a long time.

Trunks will seek you out and he will smell you so much more. He can practically taste your pheromones. It drives him crazy.

Once he finds you, he knows that he has to breed you. It becomes this instinctive action for him at this point. Nothing else matters when he realizes this.

First, he’ll make you cum so many times. He enjoys being between your thighs when he’s in heat. He laps and slurps at your pussy like a starved man.

Once Trunks is sure that you are most definitely satisfied, he’ll have you on your back first.

Mating press is the position he uses first and for the last session of the night as well. It just makes it perfect for what he is doing.

He alternates from being rough and fast to being so sweet and whiny. You aren’t sure which one is your favorite, but since he switches from one mode to the other quickly, you don’t even care to choose a favorite.

“Baby,” he chokes out. “How are you this fucking tight?” He ruts against you like it’s the only thing he knows to do. It’s such a steady pace, and the way his cock just bullies into you over and over, you’ll fall off the edge soon.

Another one of his favorite positions? Doggy style! He will push you down onto the bed, face down and ass up. He spreads your cheeks and lets his cock slide between them.

Just when you’re sure he’s going to push it in, he pulls away. Then you’re left with a few seconds of hesitation. Before long, he’s ramming into you at a breakneck speed.

Your little moans and whimpers really turn him on. He feels like a wild animal when he fucks you like this. This is when he really feels like a Saiyan. It’s more animalistic than any other sex he’s ever had.

He loves to cum inside of you, but he’s not opposed to marking you up with his seed. You’ll wear it on your face, tits and ass before the night is through.

Trunks will growl and grunt through every sentence, whether it be praising you or degrading you. The man just says the filthiest things to you.

“Needy little human, you can just barely take my cock.” “So fucking tight, baby. It’s like you were made for my cock.” “Hngg! If you keep squeezing me like that, I’m going to cum so quick.” “Love this wet, little pussy. All mine forever.”

When he’s finally done, he spends lots of time on aftercare. You are his lover after all. He wants to make sure you’re well after such an intense session.

Lots of nesting here too. He will fluffy up the pillows, change the sheets, snuggle you. Trunks will get you anything to eat or drink afterwards.

And then once he’s had his fill and has taken care of you, he sleeps for a long time. Being in his mating cycle makes him so tired. He will be exhausted.

#bacon.writes #future trunks #future trunks x you #future trunks x fem!reader #future trunks x reader #future trunks x y/n #trunks x you #trunks x reader #trunks x fem!reader #trunks x y/n #trunks smut #future trunks smut #trunks briefs #dragon ball #dragon ball z #dragon ball super

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lunar-knight84 · 9 months

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LITTLE BIRDIE

Victor Zsasz (BOP) x (18+)Afab reader

Summary: your an informant for the gotham police and your mission was to catch the attention of Roman Sionis but instead it seems you have caught the attention of his right hand man

Warning/stuff inside: Smut, public sex (it's in a bathroom), P in v action, fingering F receiving, kind of rough/dark sex, a bit of knife play, pet name (dolly, birdie, ect), OOC ( i'm sorry i tired), reader is kind of weird (i wrote this around 1:30 in the morning after a long day im so so sorry y'all), Roman is mentioned in this, kind of noncon at first but the reader gets into it, nipple play,calling Victor daddy, orgasm denial , choking,unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), he cums inside you,no after care, some praise, and not proof read

N/A: This is my first time writing smut so please be nice! I know I'm a bit off my rocker for writing about Mr Zsasz but I watched Bird of prey while I was knitting and I swear I felt a tear go down my leg. I hope you enjoy thi story and feel free to write a comment! Also minors DNI this story is 18+ thank you!

You entered the black mask club wearing a very revealing outfit that you were sure would catch the attention of the very dangerous Roman Sionis. You walked around and surveyed the room seeing who were henchmen and who were here just to have fun. You finally made it to the bar and ordered a drink. Your eyes on the other hand had found Roman sitting in a booth with a few girls and his right hand man. You thought for a moment what romans right hand man name was but the thought slipped your mind as you saw Roman flicker his hand at the right hand man.. You watched as Roman continued to flirt with the girls at his booth while his right hand made his way to the bar. You immediately averted your eyes from Roman as you saw that the henchman stood next to you and ordered a few drinks. ¨here you go Mr Zsasz¨ the bartender says as he passes a few drinks to the henchman who you now know goes by Mr Zsasz. you stir your drinks hoping that Mr Zsasz would leave soon so that you could make your move on Roman but as you say him turn to leave he stops in his tracks but soon walks off to Roman. You couldn't help but let your eyes follow Mr Zsasz you saw he had a bunch of cuts and you definitely knew who he was now and fear creeped into you a bit along with a strange pleasurable fire lit in between your legs. You take a long sip of your drink, yeah of course you noticed that Mr Zsasz was attractive but now that your memory was kicking in of what some of your police pals have said about this man only made your feelings more conflicted. After nursing your drink a bit more you finally made your way towards Roman. You sat in the booth with Roman for a while flirting and chatting him up all while feeling the eyes of Mr Zsasz on you. After almost two hours of chatting and flirting Roman decided he had enough of you and took another poor girl to his penthouse. You breathe out a sigh of relief, happy that you werent gonna have to do the dirty with Roman to get the information you needed. This night wasn't as complete a loss though you did get some information that may be vital to the police so you were kind of glad. While you were heading on your way to the bathroom to make a call someone grabbed you by the waist and held a knife to your throat, pulling you into the mens bathroom. You tried to scream but your mouth was covered and soon you felt the coolness of the blade against your neck which immediately made you go still. You felt a breath by the shell of your right ear and soon words came ¨hi little birdie~ i saw you at the bar then with the boss~¨. You gulped as you felt the knife dig a bit deeper in your throat, you immediately knew who had you in their hold. ¨H-hi Mr Zsasz…¨ you let out a shallow whisper as you felt heat travel up to your cheeks. ¨don't be so formally doll , call me victor¨ he says as you feel his hand slowly move under your shirt. You let out a small whimper at his rough hand slowly touching your skin. You were confused, a warm fire ignited in your core when you felt his touch and yet the knife against your neck was only adding to the flame. Victor chuckles against your ear ¨such a pretty birdie~ such a shame the boss didn't take a liking to you…i sure did¨ victor says as he gently strokes the dull side of the knife against your collarbone and down to the top of your outfit. Without warning he immediately rips your outfit open to reveal your bra. You whimper as you go to cover yourself but Victor grabs your arm and pulls them back against his chest as he grinds his pelvis against your ass. ¨you see what you did to me little birdie?~don't move again or i'll cut you~¨ he says with a smirk as you gasp as you feel his drag the blade gently down to your breasts as he cuts your bra letting your chest become bare. ¨please victor…¨ you say flustered as heat travels again to your cheeks and ears in embarrassment and a strange excitement. Victor just smiles as he immediately puts down the knife as spins you around. You finally see Victor's face clearly as you see him give a toothy grin before smashing his lips against you greedily.

You let out a surprised gasp as your lips connect. The kiss is rough and greedy as he forces you to let his tongue in his mouth. You couldn’t help but let out a tiny moan when you felt his tongue dancing with yours. He still had your arms behind your back in a tight grip but soon he let them good and grabbed your hips, pressing himself into you more. With your now free hands you, you had a chance. You had a chance to escape and head to the police station or stay here with Victor and see where this night goes with him. In your head you said fuck it as you stopped kissing Victor and move to sit on the bathroom counter. “Please come play with me….” You say gently as you pull Victor towards you again. “Of course I’ll play with you with you little birdie~” victory grins as his hand immediately goes to your chest, squeezing and playing with your nipples. While his mouth attacks your throat leaving bite marks and hickeys which only added to your pleasurable heating in your tummy. You let out small moans as you move your hands into his hair. “Victor..” you say in a soft pleasurable whimper as he moves down to kiss your collarbone, leaving marks wherever his lips touch. “You have such pretty tits birdie~” Victor says, teasing you as he pinches both of your nipples. He leaves a few kisses on your chest and soon his teasing tone changes to something much colder. “Take the rest of your clothes off now” he says demandingly while beginning to take off his belt. You quickly take off the rest of your already tore up dress along with your panties. leaving you fully nude now. Victor let out a low growl seeing you completely nude as his hand down your curves. “Beautiful birdie~…” Victor says as his hand cups your sex. You let out a surprise gasp when he put a finger in you. “Moan for me little birdie~…” he says with an evil grin as he begins to rub your clit while adding another finger. “So tight and I only have two fingers in ... .your gonna be fun to play with little dolly~” you continue to moan his words only adding more to the immense pleasure you feel with his fingers. Victor kisses your lips while fingering you and rubbing your clit. Soon you feel yourself getting closer and closer to orgasm just by his two fingers. Victor feels you tighten around his fingers and he smirks. As he stops his movement and looks at you, lifting up your chin to meet his eyes. “Does the little birdie want to cum on daddy’s fingers?~” he says, teasing your clit by gently ghosting over it with his finger. You nod hurriedly “please!!” You say crying out as you feel your orgasm fading as you buck yourself impatiently against his finger hoping to get some friction. Victor frowns and tuts “good birdies only cum when they wait for it ....I guess the only way your cumming is on my cock…” he says his mischievous toothy grin. You cry out in frustration as Victor fiips you over and bends you over the counter. He takes his cock out and rubs it against your folds. You whine out “please…fuck me…” victor chuckles “please fuck me daddy?…” he says while slapping your ass. You shiver and let out a mewl as he slaps your ass and repeat his words “please fuck me daddy!” You Lean back against his cock trying to get some more friction. Victor chuckles holding your hips tightly they would for sure leave bruises on your hips. He whispers “don’t move little birdie~…” he says as you feel the coolness of the knife against your back. He slowly drags the dull side of the blade down your back. This only causes you to shiver a bit as you feel the blade against your bare back. “Good birdie…now time for a reward..” he says as he slowly starts to put his cock inside. You moan out feeling the delicious burn of the stretch his cock gives you. Victor lifts you up against his chest as you get adjusted to his cock. “Ready little birdie~” he coos, mocking you as he begins to thrust at a quick pace. You begin to moan out while he fucks you at this pace. One of his hands goes up to your breast and pinches and teases your nipples .

All you can hear is your babbling voice, the occasional grunt ,and growl from Victor,and skin slapping. Your head's so cloudy and full of pleasure you barely register the hand that made it to your throat currently cutting off some of your oxygen. You gasp out as Victor picks up his pace. You feel yourself getting closer and closer to cumming. Victor feels you clenching down on his cock and he smiles as he himself is close to finishing as well. He slows his pace which has to whining, not wanting this organism which is so so close to be taken away. before Victor can speak you cut him off with pleads “daddy! Please let me cum please please!” You say begging for your release. “Good little birdie..” victor says as he picks up his pace once moving and moving his hand away from your throat down to your puff clit. As soon as Victor starts doing messy circles on your clit you feel yourself cumming hard on his cock. Victor moans out as he cums deep inside you, pumping you full of his seed as your legs shake and your mouth is in a silent O. You pant as you feel your body come back down to earth. Victor is panting as well and he leans against you as his cock is still deep inside you. He slowly pulls out as he smirks and puts your panties back on. “Keep this pretty thing full of my cum for me little birdie~” he says as he taps your sex one last time before giving you his jacket and exiting the bathroom.you stand there with shaky legs as you feel his cum dripping out of you. Humiliation begins to flow through your veins as you realize you're still gonna have to report to the police. You sigh as you look at your chest and see the marks Victor left on you. You smile knowing you were gonna think of this night for a very long time<3

#x reader #victor zsasz x reader #dc x reader #Birds of prey x reader #Mr Zsasz x reader #chris messina x reader #x reader smut #Victor Zsasz x you #birds of prey x you

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softxsuki · 10 months

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Hey Han, i have an urgent request if you don’t mind. Can I request baji, kirishima, and shinsou with a s/o with vitiligo and is very insecure about it and one day after being distant they just break down and tell them all about the bullying they’ve been going through? I’ve been avoided by people at school many times because they’re afraid that I might “spread my disease” to them. And recently someone at school was just straight up rude, calling my skin weird and dirty directly to my face. I’ve tried to get over a lot of the negative comments, but when the bullying happens almost daily it really starts to get to you.

Baji, Kirishima, and Shinsou (Separate) Comfort S/O with Vitiligo

Pairings: Baji x Gn!Reader, Kirishima x Gn!Reader, Shinsou x Gn!Reader

Warnings: mentions of vitiligo, bullying, insecurities, mentions of violence in Baji's

Genre: Comfort

Post-Type: headcanons

Word Count: 840

Summary: In which you're bullied in school about your vitiligo and the guys find out

[A/N: Hey! Thanks for trusting me with your urgent request. I'm so sorry this is something you have to go through. Please can be so cruel when they have nothing better to do because they think it's funny. Most of the time these same people feel misterable themselves so they just want to watch everyone else around them suffer as well. You're perfect just as you are <3 Hope you enjoy and this gives you some form of comfort <3 ily]

Baji:

No because these people better run and hide, Baji doesn’t play games when it comes to you

Do people not know that you’re dating one of the members of Toman? Are they insane? Did they really think they’d get away with it?

Baji is FUMING; he’s already throwing on a jacket and taking your hand so you can point out any and all of the people who even looked at you in an insulting way

The only way he’s feeling better about this is if he physically makes them pay for it–you know how hot headed he can be…

He’ll rough them up a bit, and give plenty of threats that if this happens again, they’ll have to face all of Toman next time

So after that day, you’ll never have to worry about people picking on you again, because TRUST, if it happens again, this man might bring some permanent damage on them

After dealing with the issue, Baji traces the patterns on your skin, something he’s always found endearing–he loved your vitiligo and wouldn’t allow anyone to make you hate it or second-guess your worth

“Let me know if it happens again, I’ll deal with it immediately. I’m sure Mikey would back me up. But what do I have to do for you to believe how perfect you are?” He asks, trailing kisses over the different patterns on your skin

He’ll spend extra time making you feel loved and comfortable in your own skin, because he loves you and the last thing he wants is for you to hate a part of yourself that you have no control over

Kirishima:

You’re typically not too insecure about your vitiligo at the dorms because your classmates are always nice to you–even Bakugou wouldn’t stoop as low as to make unnecessary comments on your disease–especially not to his best friends’ partner

Kirishima is always complimenting you as well so there’s really no room for your insecurity to grow with him around–until recently when other classes have been making rude remarks to you whenever you’re not around your own class

So as soon as Kiri finds out, he’s shutting those horrible thoughts out of your head immediately

I can’t seem him making a huge commotion about it with the students who were bullying you, but he’ll definitely bring it up to Aizawa, the principal, or any other teachers at U.A

For a school full of future hero’s he found it gross that they would act this way towards a fellow schoolmate about something you couldn’t change

“How unmanly…everyone should be ashamed of themselves. I’ll make sure this doesn’t happen again, okay babe? You know how amazing you are. I love you just as you are. Your vitiligo is precious and I won’t allow anyone to make you feel insecure about it”

He keeps a closer eye on you, especially when you’re around other classes and he won’t hesitate to step in if he hears anyone bad-mouth you again

In the meantime, enjoy extra affectionate Kirishima, who will hold you close and spouts compliments and beautiful words to you for the rest of the day

Shinsou:

“Should I go brainwash them into doing something stupid that’ll get them expelled?”

He’s dead serious btw, he’ll do it

Just say the word and he’ll walk like 🚶‍♂️to go do it–unbothered king, he’ll do anything for you

But first he comforts you–he’s not usually verbally affectionate with you, so he feels guilty that he doesn’t compliment you as much as he should, but he’ll try

I imagine he’s more physical with his affection, so you’ll catch him tracing your vitiligo patterns with a small smile, he loves it

“People hate what they don’t understand or what’s different. I’ve gotten it for a while too because of my quirk–people assumed I’d betray everyone and become a villain. I know how much words can hurt and I’m sorry you had to go through that kind of treatment while I stayed oblivious. I promise I’ll do what I can to try and prevent that from happening again, Y/N…”

He felt a little guilty, it was his job to make you feel loved and protected, but here you were, heartbroken and insecure about something he thought was beautiful…all because of heartless classmates

He feels the anger grow inside him a little, but his face remains stoic as he continues to console you

Shinsou definitely goes to Aizawa for guidance once you’re feeling better–he wants to make sure this doesn’t happen again and ensure that the students who bullied you pay for what they did

He does end up brainwashing a few of them to do harmless things to embarrass themselves–nothing too crazy, he didn’t want to get expelled and leave you all alone in school, but seeing the look of embarrassment on their faces was well worth the risk

Moving forward, he tries to pay more attention to you and go out of his way to make you feel loved despite any insecurities you may have about your skin

REQUESTS ARE OPEN :D

Posted: 6/20/2023

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cerise-on-top · 2 months

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Hiya!!! I'm new and I really like your fics:)

Maybe a Hank, Deimos, and Sanford (separate) with a S/O who is a bit insecure about their weight or curves?

Hey there! Thank you, that's very kind of you! Here you go :-)

Hank, Sanford and Deimos with an Insecure!S/O

Hank: He’s probably one of the worst people to go to when you’re insecure about something, anything at all. If you have a problem with your weight, then just lose some, it’s not that hard. It would take some convincing on your behalf for him to even understand a little bit that it’s not that simple, that it takes time and dedication and is just a pain in general. It’s not that he doesn’t care, but he doesn’t really know how to show that he does. He doesn’t have a way with words, he’s not very cuddly either. But if he sees just how much your weight and your curves bother you, he’ll try a bit harder to cheer you up. Although his words may seem harsh, he means well when it comes to you. Besides, he can just pick you up still, he’s always benefitted from a naturally good physique, so I doubt he won’t be able to. Will sometimes pick you up to show you that it’s not that bad. He loves you, he just doesn’t know how to show it properly. While he won’t ever comment on your appearance, aside from you being cute, he’ll try to help you otherwise. If you ever mention to him how you feel unworthy of being loved, he’ll tell you that it really isn’t a big deal to him. Hank wouldn’t be with you if he didn’t love you beyond that. Might get annoyed if you’re too insecure too often, but he won’t let it out on you. At one point, he’ll likely tell you to shut up and tell you the reasons why he thinks you are beautiful. Again, he’s not very eloquent, but he tries. Anyone who dares to make a mean comment about you will wind up dead very quickly.

Sanford: He has a healthy layer of chub himself, but he’s not insecure about it in the slightest. However, if you show any signs of insecurity about anything, he’s probably the best person to go to. Sanford is a very understanding guy and would try his darndest to make you feel better. You’re gorgeous, you should know as much, but it’s okay if you’re not aware of that fact just yet, you’ll get there eventually. He’s not too eloquent either, but he’ll tell you just how beautiful you are. Your softness is something to be cherished in rough and harsh Nevada. Definitely not above picking you up, laying you down on the nearest soft surface and just holding you for the time being. His hand will be above your stomach so he can squeeze it every once in a while. It just feels nice to him. You’re warm, you’re soft, you’re safe and for once he doesn’t have to worry about getting killed by some no one. Will also use your tummy as the perfect pillow if he ever feels like it, all the while complimenting you on how cute you are and how comfortable he is in the moment. Doesn’t take too kindly to someone else being mean to you. In fact, he doesn’t take too kindly to you being mean to yourself either. If it’s someone else who is making you insecure, then they’ll either wind up dead or with a few broken bones. If you’re being a downer then he’ll cuddle you and nuzzle into you all the while listing all the things he loves about you. It’s his goal to either get you to smile again by the time he’s done, or maybe even hear you giggle a bit. You’re the most wonderful grunt in Nevada, he wants you to be doing well, mentally and physically.

Deimos: If you ever mention around him that you feel as though you’re not pretty enough due to being curvy, then he’ll tell you that that’s fucking bullshit. Not only do you have a lovely personality, you’re also smoking hot to him. That’s one of the reasons why Deimos ended up with you in the first place, you’re everything he was looking for. Since you’re always there for him whenever he needs it, he’ll do the same for you. Like Sanford, he’ll compliment you on your appearance. You’re sexy as fuck, you should be aware of that. You’re royalty, you should carry yourself as such and watch everyone around you go green with envy. Although he hugs you fairly often as it is, he’ll do so more often from now on, just so he can squeeze you in his arms and feel how soft you are. You’ve got the perfect body and Deimos couldn’t have asked for anyone better. Besides, food is scarce in Nevada, you being chubby just means that you’re eating well, another reason why all those other grunts should be jealous of you and worship you instead. Again, if someone ends up being rude towards you, then he’ll break their skull or shoot them. Deimos has his ways of making someone’s life a living hell and he’s not afraid to use them when it comes to you. He’ll hug you, he’ll cuddle you, he’ll compliment you in a vulgar way as well, but you really need to realise your worth. Although it’s hard for him to abstain from touching you, on some days he won’t give you a kiss until you’ve said something nice about your appearance, that’s just how it be then. However, once you’re being nicer to yourself, he’ll go back to his usual self and smother you in love.

#madness combat #madness combat x reader #hank j wimbleton #hank j wimbleton x reader #sanford #sanford x reader #deimos #deimos x reader #I haven't written for these guys in forever I really need to get back into writing for them #I wish I had more time to do anything at all but alas I don't have the time to reread most of my old stuff #either way they'd be very supportive in their own ways. even Hank even if it may not look like he's even trying #he's just a rude and mean grunt by nature he can't help it. but he will try for you #but sometimes you just need you favorite character's approval and they'll give it to you #you're gorgeous either way. Sanford and Deimos will let you know that in any way possible #I'm also gonna go back to my old posting schedule. so I'll only be posting once a day since that's more comfortable for me #that way I won't need to stress out too much about writing and have some more free time as well when I need it #which i will need considering I'll be studying for my driver's license soon enough #I wanna get a good score and get it as soon as possible in all honesty so that that's over with

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fayes-fics · 2 years

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Happy 200 followers! Could you do either possessive /jealous Anthony or Benedict? Maybe the reader is their wife and they were getting lots of male attention at a party so B/A took her home to because their “mine”

Mine

Pairing: Benedict Bridgerton x fem!reader

Summary: Benedict's wife gets lots of male attention at a party and he gets very jealous.

Warnings: 18+smut, minors dni, vaginal sex, slightly rough sex, spanking, possessive talk/behavior, slightly d/s, arguing as foreplay.

Authors Note: Hi Nonny, thank you and thanks for this prompt <3 As we see a lot of jealous Anthony in S2, decided to go with Benedict on this one. I'm not completely happy with how this turned out tbh, but my muse didn't want to cooperate further. Very sorry. I will do another jealous Benedict. Also, it appears I'm incapable of 500-word ficlets, here have almost 4 times that lol.

“Hello there, Miss. Can I just say you are so very beautiful?”

You whip around. The accent causes you to pause as much as the brash words-this must be one of the visitors from the Americas you have heard so many whispers about. You decide not to correct him on your title for now.

“Nice to meet you, Mr…?” you always aim for courtesy at society functions.

“Johnson,” he drawls, “Marcus Johnson.” He leans in a little too close for comfort. “Delighted to make your acquaintance.”

He then grabs your gloved hand and kisses the back of it, his grip lingering and entirely improper.

Your gasp and rapidly pull your hand back.

“Mr Johnson! That sort of behaviour is not considered acceptable in polite society,” you admonish, as reasonably but firmly as you can muster.

“Whyever not, my lady,” he laughs, “It's just fine where I am from. What a funny little country this is. Well, no offence intended,” he laughs, raising his hands in mock defeat.

You give him a brief, tight smile and move on as fast as possible.

“And it’s Mrs,” you throw over your shoulder, somewhat uncharitably, as you walk away.

You can feel your husband’s eyes burning into you from the other side of the room.

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“Miss Y/L/N!”

“Lord Corning. How was the Far East?” you ask politely. He has been away on his travels since before your engagement.

“Wonderful, but I feel all the better for seeing you again, my lady. I was rather hoping for a dance.”

It appears he has not kept up with London society news.

He grabs your wrist and turns it over. “ Why aren't you wearing a dance card tonight?”

“Lord Corning, unhand me at once!” you exclaim.

“Gosh, I'm sorry,” he recoils as if burned, “I was just so surprised you didn't have a dance card.”

“I don't have a dance card because I am now a married lady,” you chide, “it’s Mrs Bridgerton to you.”

He pales.

“Please forigve me Mrs Bridgerton. I had no idea.”

“Clearly.”

You know that encounter didn’t go unseen either.

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“We are leaving” His face is plastered with a smile for the benefit of others, but you see the flash of something darker in his eyes.

“But I’d at least like to say goodbye to….” you begin.

“Right. Now.” Each word is its own sentence.

A strong hand settles on your back and guides you out of the room, out of the door, out to your carriage.

The carriage ride home is brief but tense. He stares out the window the whole time, not looking at you—his face like thunder.

Dear god, but he looks so handsome when he's angry.

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“Take that dress off,” he commands as you walk into your hallway.

“Why?”

“You are never to wear it again. It will be going in the fire.” He has such a flair for the dramatic sometimes.

“Don't be so ridiculous….” you retort.

“Ridiculous? I’ll tell you what is ridiculous. Me having to watch my WIFE - MY wife - being flirted with, touched, kissed even, by hordes of other men.”

“It was two men,” you say under your breath, “and you exaggerate.”

“Do I have to tear it off you?” he warns, ignoring your comment.

You hold his gaze defiantly as you fight the buttons open and push the dress to the ground, stepping out of it. You are left in just your stockings and stays; the rest of your body, including your most intimate place, is exposed.

He takes two large strides until he is right in front of you. He looms over you briefly, then leans down and scoops up the dress at your feet, walking back a few paces.

“Smith!” he calls out, still staring at you.

You blanch. He is calling his valet, and you stand there almost naked.

From the corner of your eye, you see Mr Smith startle at the sight of you before schooling his expression. You want to apologise to the poor old man, but that will have to wait for another time.

“Yes, Sir?” Smith clears his throat.

He holds the dress out at an angle behind him.

“Take this and burn it right away,” he orders, not looking around.

“Certainly, sir.” Smith moves forward, takes your dress and wisely hustles away quickly, leaving you alone again.

“I loved that dress; it's my favourite”, you lament mutinously.

“I never exaggerate,” he revisits the comment you made. “It wasn't just two. I saw I watched; they all wanted you. Every single man in that room wanted you.”

“They don't have me, though, do they?” you counter.

“No, they don't,” he scoffs.

“So what difference does it make? Do you know how many women look at you? Covet you?”

“I don't notice that,” he argues dismissively.

“Well, same,” your tone tart.

It’s a staring match now - he secretly loves it when you challenge him just a little.

“Corning,” he moves on, “He touched you.”

“He's been away travelling. He didn't know we had got married. Soon as I explained, he was very contrite. Everyone knows better than to mess with a Bridgerton.”

He snarls.

“And everyone thinks it's Anthony who is the possessive, jealous one,” you mutter quietly, with a wry chuckle. You know you are just riling him up now.

“That other man kissed you,” his voice bitter.

“He kissed my hand in a glove. He is from the colonies, and Lord knows what passes for acceptable behaviour there. It was an honest mistake on his part. I already threw the gloves away.”

“Oh, finally. Some sensible behaviour,” his tone drips with sarcasm.

“I didn't let him kiss me; he stole a kiss from my hand,” you feel the need to clarify, looking up at him, pushing back just a little.

God dammit, if he isn't at his most handsome when he is jealous. You are not ashamed to admit this possessive behaviour is so attractive; this argument foreplay. You ache for him to just touch you. RIght now.

“You.” he takes a step. ”Are.” Another. “Mine.”

You just twist your mouth into a smile. There it is.

“Is that funny?” his voice steely.

“No,” but you can’t stop the smile from growing larger.

He lunges at you. Spins you around, crowding into your back.

“No one should be allowed to touch you but me,” he breathes into your ear.

His hand snakes up your body from your hip, smearing heavy against your skin until it reaches the lace on your stays. He unpicks it roughly, yanking the ribbon so hard your body jerks with every pull.

“I'm going to take you right here, so you remember who you belong to.”

Oh god, yes. You flood down your legs. You can't help it.

The material drops from your body, and instantly his hands grab both your breasts, kneading hard.

You push your body back against him. Naked except for your stockings. Desperate for him.

‘Who do you belong to?” his voice is rough, pinching your nipples hard.

“You,” you pant.

“Who is the only person allowed to touch you?” he interrogates, a hand sliding down between your legs.

“You,” your reply breathless.

“That's right,” his fingers curl possessively into your folds.

Without removing his hand, he walks you forward until your hips bump into the display table at the centre of the hallway. The sculpture he made, which takes pride of place, rocks slightly from the jolt. His hand moves from your breast to your back, pushing you down onto the cold marble and holding you there - pinned.

“Anyone could see us,” you rasp.

“Good, let them watch,” he gruffs; the hand between your legs disappears, and he fumbles with his trousers.

He kicks your feet apart and, without ceremony, plunges into you. Your whole body rolls with the force.

“Oh, fuckkkkkkk Benedict,” you cry out. The feeling of him is always, always overwhelming.

“Yes, that's right,” his tone arrogant.

He is unforgiving with his pace, pushing hard—his sculpture rattling on the tabletop.

“I should have done this at the actual ball. Stripped you down. Taken you right there,” he pants, “then maybe everyone would finally get the message.”

The image he concocts makes you cry out.

“You make me a man possessed,” he grits through his teeth, pushing harder, “mine. MY wife.”

“Yesssss,” you urge him on. You want this so badly. The cold marble against your body, the hot plunge of his cock into you. It's a wonderful contrast. “Harder, husband, please.”

He growls animalistic; the grip on your hips leaves fingerprints on your skin. He is dragging you roughly; you will carry an ache inside tomorrow. You don't care; you chase more, crave more.

“Touch yourself, or you won't come,” he orders. He's not in the mood to give you pleasure tonight; he is taking his.

You snake a hand down between your legs and start to rub furiously. It makes you writhe.

“Stay fucking still,” he barks, spanking your right cheek hard.

“Oh god, yes,” slips out of your mouth as the sting radiates, and the buzz travels between your legs.

You rub even harder, writhe even more, goading him to spank you again.

His hand lands on the other cheek, and you cry out.

“I said stop that,” he warns, with a particularly powerful thrust.

“Please spank me again,” you murmur into the table.

“What was that wife?” he intones, his pace never wavering.

“I said, please spank me again,” you look at him over your shoulder, challenging him.

His crooked smile turns deadly as he uses both hands to spank you so hard that the sculpture topples over.

“Benedict, your artwork...” you gasp out, panting from the sting.

“I’ll make another,” he grunts. “I’ll make a hundred more if you just come for me.”

“I’ll come faster if you do it,” you plead, pushing back against his thrusts.

He crowds over your back, his hand slipping between your legs, batting yours away. “How do you always manage to get exactly what you want from me, hmmm?” he hums in your ear, impressed, his expert fingers making you moan loud immediately.

“It’s why you married me,” your turn to sound smug, but it’s breathless and thready as he spirals you higher so fast.

“Come on then, darling, you win.” His tone is silky as he takes you right to the edge. Everything from there goes fuzzy as your focus narrows to the feeling in your body notching outwards from where his fingers quest against you.

Just as you start to clench down, he groans loudly in your ear and pushes in hard, holding himself there as he releases into you.

There's a loud crash. You both look over to see Smith has dropped a bundle of firewood all over the far side of the hallway.

“Sir, Ma’am, I am so sorry,” he blusters, not knowing what do to with himself.

You bury your flaming face into the marble tabletop. Benedict laughs so hard you feel it inside you.

“Smith, did you burn that dress already?” he asks casually, as if it's a regular sight for him to have you bent over the hallway table.

Smith has his back turned, and his whole posture is awkward. “Err, no sir, that is what I was fetching the wood for.”

“There's no need for you to burn the dress, Smith,” Benedict says, nuzzling over you. “It is her favourite, after all”.

“Right you are, sir. I’ll err return and clean this up later, sir, if that's quite alright.” and bustles away the fastest you have ever seen him move.

“That poor man. You are a bloody menace Benedict Bridgerton,” you giggle as he pulls out of you and rights his clothing.

He pulls you upright and picks you up into his arms. “It's why you married me.” he laughs as he echoes your words back to you.

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