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luvyeni · 3 months

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𐙚 : YOU CUM FAST W/ STRAY KIDS (reaction) ֶָ֢ !

content warning. cumming fast, unprotected sex, dirty talk

request: your you coming fast with enhyphen reaction was so good can you do sams for skz plzssss <33

authors note. anyways i hope you like it 🤍🫰🏽!!!

MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

𐙚 : BANGCHAN ֶָ֢ !

you're so cute , and sensitive; he knew your pretty little pussy was super sensitive, but this was on a different level , he didn't do anything expect pull his cock out , stroking , your whining for him to hurry made him giggle down at your cute voice — shushing you up with a sweet kiss , pushing into your needy cunt , only to be met with your high pitched moan — the moan you made when you were cumming. "sweet girl , did you just cum?" you covered your face in embarrassment , he stroked your clit with his thumb. "don't hide from me baby." he took your hand away from your hand. "so sensitive pretty girl." he lined his cock back up with your twitching hole.

"that's okay , that means you'll just have to give me another one yeah ?"

𐙚 : LEE KNOW ֶָ֢ !

gonna tease you about it , even after you're finished — he's a fucking menace. you weren't even sensitive honestly , he just knew what buttons to press , and he loved to tease and this particular night he teased you a bit to much , teasing your clit , not letting you cum over and over , leaving you a already teary mess as he pulled his cock out , slapping it on your clit a few times , and it was just enough times to make you cum right then and there. "you're joking." he laughed. "did you just cum?" you whined. "shut up this is your fault." you ended up , switching leaving him on the button while you slotted your body in between his legs , putting his cock into your mouth , sucking him off until he finished. he still was teasing you as he cleaned you up. "what's so funny?" he shrugged.

"I've fucked you so many times but i didn't know your cunt was that sensitive."

𐙚 : CHANGBIN ֶָ֢ !

makes him even harder if that's possible , the fact he got you so worked up that you're cumming just from him stretching your cunt out. "you want my cock baby." slapping his fat cock on your cunt , you nodded , biting your lip as he lined up to your hold , holding your waist down as he entered you. "binnie." you moaned, your nails digging into his bicep. "fuck binnie im gonna cum." he cursed feeling you cum around him , your eyes rolling to the back to his head. you felt him grow harder inside of you if that was even possible. "oh fuck , baby." he pulled out , pushing back into your sensitive cunt. "binnie - m'too sensitive."

"you can give me another baby, don't be selfish."

𐙚 : HYUNJIN ֶָ֢ !

he knew something was different — he knew your body , and he could tell someone was different — you moaned a little too loudly , your legs were shaking more than usual , so he knew , but that didn't stop him from being shocked as you came as soon he as he entered your warm and wet cunt. "fuck princess." he let out a dry laughed. "i knew you were sensitive today , but i wasn't expecting this." he pulled out , slapping his cock on your cunt. "can you take another?" you moaned nodded , moaning as he filled you back up. "there we go." he sighed.

"cum again for me love."

𐙚 : HAN JISUNG ֶָ֢ !

shocked as fuck because normally he's the one cumming fast , especially when you're riding him — but today you both were just a bit too sensitive , because he could feel himself about to cum prematurely as soon as you sunk down on his , whimper as your cunt swallowed him ; this was expected of him , for him to cum but you would keep going. what you both didn't expect is for you to cum , legs shaking as you held yourself up. "shit yo-you came too." he his voice was shaky as you began to move actually , moaning your name. "wa-wait -fuck- baby slow down. both of you tired as hell , drunk off each other , fucking until you both couldn't take it anymore.

"fuck you are right it is hot watching you cum so fast."

𐙚 : FELIX ֶָ֢ !

our sunshine boy here will be so confused — like are you okay , you're never that sensitive. was something off today? where you not feeling that good , he would never make you have sex if something was wrong , but you seemed to want him as much as he wanted you , he even skipped foreplay because you both needed each other so much , freeing his cock from it confinements , lining up with your perfect cunt , sighing as he finally entered you. "lix-lixie wait." it happened so fast and before he could pull out you were cumming. "baby are you okay?" he said full of concern. "you've never came so fast." he waited for answer , but instead he was met with you stroking his cock , lining him up with your cunt. "fuck baby , hold up i need –" you whined. "lixie please."

"please fuck me."

𐙚 : SEUNGMIN ֶָ֢ !

he's gonna be mean as hell , even though he was the one who was edging you for over and hour — like what did his expect? snatching his fingers away from your needy cunt , laughing as you whined from the sudden lost , slapping your swollen cunt. "fucking slut, so needy for my dick." he freed his cock from his pants , stroking his cock , slamming into your waiting cunt without warning. "seung-seungmin." you tried to warn him , but it was too late , you had already came before he even started moving. "did you just fucking cum?" you whimpered. "i-im sorry." he pulled out slapping your sensitive cunt over and over until you were screaming his name, legs shaking from overstimulation. he wasted no time slamming back into you.

"you wanna cum slut, you're gonna keep fucking cumming."

𐙚 : JEONGIN ֶָ֢ !

shocked as fuck — how did you even do that? he didn't even move? why was that so hot? he's confused and turned on all in one. "fuck jeongin." you moaned as he circled your clit , sliding back in. "sh-shit you came just from me putting it in." he groaned. "you like my cock that much?" he smirked. "love it so much." you whimpered. "please more." he pulled out, slamming back into you. "fuck!" you screamed as he kept going , fucking you through your prematurely orgams. "innie."

"take my cock , i want you to cum until i tell you to stop."

©️LUVYENI

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yuwuta · 6 months

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mine. — inumaki toge

❝i just wanna say you’re mine, you’re mine; fuck what you heard, you’re mine, you’re mine.

000. inumaki toge + reader

001. fluff, non-curse/college au, slightly suggestive but barely, inumaki uses sign language and speaks like two actual verbal words

002. baby sized drabble, barely even 1k words

Toge would consider himself patient. He doesn’t mind waiting in long lines for the release of a new game, has no problem when the trains are delayed because it means he can sit and relax in the station a little longer, can sit for hours on end doing nothing and not be bored—but his tolerance for watching other people mess with his girlfriend is extremely low.

He reasons that you continue the conversation because you think it’s merely friend and polite to do so, and you’ve always been such a pleasantly happy drunk. But Toge knows this conversation isn’t friendly on the other end—and it’s not some protective boyfriend instinct, either, he has solid evidence of this idiot talking about you to his other idiot friend in front of Toge during lecture, with no knowledge that he was behind them, or that you are very not single.

(“She’s gorgeous, bro, look,” the kid muses, showing his friend your Instagram profile, “She’s in my bioethics class, and she’s easily the hottest girl. Smart, too. Little bit of a teacher’s pet, but I don’t care, she’s beautiful. A solid eight, for sure.”)

Toge knows that if this guy ever got his head out of his ass and ever bucked up the balls to actually ask you out instead of using roundabout flirting tactics and hopelessly pining over you during lectures, that you’d turn him down. He isn’t worried about losing you, and he doesn’t doubt your love for him. It does, however, concern him that there are people who believe they have a shot with you in the first place. He can’t possibly let that carry on.

(Also, an eight? How could this guy call you beautiful, but say you’re an eight? It doesn’t equate—Toge doesn’t believe in rating women, but you’re not an eight. You’re a fifteen on a scale of one to ten; a shining star amongst a sea of planets; the love of his life).

His fuse is about to blow when the guy touches you, reaches for your hair and carefully twirls a bit between his fingers. He knows that move; he knows the excuse was probably that there was something stuck to your hair, but Toge didn’t see shit. He’s had enough, and promptly bulldozes through Maki’s small apartment to reach you. He’s not sure if he’s making a ruckus, or if you can sense him coming, but you turn your head in his direction, a smile spreading on your face before cheering, “Hey, Toge! Do you—”

You’re cut off by a tug on your shirt, firm and impatient—but you’re not moving yet, not quick enough, so he does it again. Your eyes seem to light up with realization. You turn back to acknowledge the boy, and that’s really when Toge really loses it. All he hears is the stupid, desperate pitch of the kid’s voice sputtering out something about finding you later and grabbing drinks for you both, even as Toge’s dragging you through the crowd.

You let yourself be pulled by Toge’s greedy hand. It’s not all that far, just into a corner of the hallway, next to a closet where Maki keeps her cleaning and kickboxing supplies. He’s tempted to pull you into her bedroom, but he’s not up for being bruised for a week.

“You okay?” you question, voice sweet and genuine—and it makes him grimace, because you really didn’t have a clue. Not one at all.

Toge huffs, drops your hand to sign; using his left hand to circle around his face slowly, tapping at his chin. You understand, but only partially, given the slight tilt of your head and question that follows, “Beautiful? That’s why you’re upset?”

He blinks slowly, shaking his head and flailing his arms in the direction of the living room. You follow his hands, down the hall then back to his face, but he can tell you still don’t get it. He tries again, pointing to you, then repeating his previous sign and adding another, and he can see the realization spread across your face, followed shortly by a bashful chuckle.

“Too pretty? Me?” you ask to confirm. Toge nods his head, all serious and steely eyes, but you throw yours back with a hearty laugh this time. He crinkles his eyebrows, repeating his initial signs this time. Hdoesn’t know what’s so funny, if you’re laughing because you’re flattered or you find him ridiculous or something in between, but Toge means it either way; wants to ingrain it into you, just how beautiful you are.

So, he raises his hands again, when your eyes have met him again, and goes slower this time—pulls his mask down for good measure, so you can read his expression more clearly—to sign one simple word: “Mine.”

You tilt your head to the side again, and now Toge is the one laughing. He thinks you might be a little more drunk than you’ve let on, or maybe you just want him to indulge you. Either way, he has no problem repeating himself, doesn’t mind telling you again and again and again.

He takes a step forward, leaving mere inches between you. You seem much smaller than him like this, still giggling, but he doesn’t mind. Toge reaches for your rest again, turning your palm upward and using a single finger to trace the letters of the word “mine,” onto your skin.

Your laughter comes to a halt when you verbalize his words, “Mine?” Toge nods, turning your wrist again to lace your hands together, pushes yours against the wall, uses his free one to cradle your cheek. He adores the way your pupils get bigger, the way your lips part slightly in anticipation. It’s his turn to smile, pulling you towards him for a kiss and ghosting his words over your lips, “You’re mine.”

#jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk fluff #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen fluff #jujutsu kaisen smut #inumaki x reader #inumaki to/ge x reader #jjk imagines #jjk drabbles #jjk headcanons #inumaki fluff #inumaki smut #jjk smau

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rogueddie · 8 months

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There are a lot of rumors about Eddie Munson. From his sexuality, to his religion, to him being some sort of supernatural creature.

Steve doesn’t put a lot of merit in most of them. They’re usually just bullshit people make up to entertain themselves with whilst beating down on the weird kid. Steve thinks it’s boring… usually.

He’s seen enough weird things happen around Munson to know that something isn’t right. Something about him is unnatural. And Steve is staying clear out of the way of whatever the hell he is, or whatever the hell he’s messing with.

Unfortunately, his friends haven’t gotten the message.

“Do it at your own house!” Steve complains, though he makes no move to stop them. He’s sure it’s nothing, that it’ll only lead to an annoying clean-up job, but there’s a nagging sense of dread writhing in his gut. “This shit is bull anyway.”

“If it’s bull then what’s the problem?” Tommy counters.

“Because none of you dickheads are going to help clean this shit up!”

“I promise to help you clean up,” Carol says. “There. Problem solved. Right?”

"It's still stupid," Steve mutters, glaring at the janky make-shift pentagram they've made. "And a bad idea."

It's drawn on nine pieces of paper- they wanted to draw it big on the floor, but Steve had but his foot down. He lets them use some of his moms candles as a compromise.

With the lights off, sitting with the two of them in a circle, it suddenly feels too real. Even Carol looks suddenly nervous.

Tommy is the only one still smirking, though Steve is sure that it's forced. His voice shakes a little as he begins reading off the paper he'd torn out a library book. His Latin is clunky.

At first, nothing happens.

Long enough that Carol says, "did you even say it right?"

"Yes, it even has-" Tommy starts.

The candles all blow out, suddenly. The light Steve had left on in the kitchen flicks off too, plunging them into complete darkness.

After a horrible moment, where they're still and silent, Carol yelps.

"Don't grab me, Tommy, that's not funny!"

"I didn't grab you."

"Wh- Steve?"

"No," is all Steve can get out.

"I'm turning the lights on," Tommy says. "This is ridiculous."

Steve listens to his footsteps and, when he sounds like he's almost at the light switch, he yelps.

"Fuck this," he says.

"What the fuck, Tommy!" Carol yells when they both hear him running past them. She's up on her feet immediately, chasing after him.

He wants to scream after them, plead with them to come back, that they shouldn't be abandoning the circle.

But, the same gut instinct that insists he stay where he is, keeps his mouth shut. Everything in his being is telling him that if he leaves, if he speaks first, horrible things will happen to him.

Something tuts, like a parent admonishing a child.

The living room light flicks on, so bright that Steve has to blink a few times to clear away the white spots.

Eddie Munson sits in the space they left empty.

"Someone didn't read the terms and conditions," he snickers.

"What..." Steve pauses, clearing his throat. "What are the, uh... terms and conditions?"

"Oh, they're simple, really. Look," he holds up the page Tommy had read the incantations from, pointing to the little paragraph at the end. "They even translated it to English! But all you need to know, big boy, is that you are A-OK."

"And... Tommy and Carol?"

"Eh, they're fine. Lucky, really. I'm trying to relax up here. I'm only gonna pay them back with a minor curse or two. Nothing lethal."

"Fuck."

"We haven't even got to you yet!" He spins around so hes laying on his belly, resting his chin on his palm. "You didn't technically summon me so you can just tell me to leave... or."

"Or?"

"Deal with no consequence, baby. One wish, whatever you want, free of charge. Well... I'd want your silence about the whole... summoning thing. Let's consider that payment."

He doesn't need his gut or book to warn him that it's a bad idea. Munson could be lying, easily. There could be fine print. It's a bad, very bad idea.

"There's... definitely no consequences? I won't, like, go to hell for this?" Steve finally asks.

"Do some charity work for a week, you'll be fine," he says, waving his hand around. "What do you want, King Steve?"

"Could- could you make someone love me?"

"Oh, ho ho ho! Who's the unlucky lady who said no to you?"

"No, it... it's not like that. I mean, um... my mom."

Munsons smile drops. The temperature drops with it, making a chill run up Steves spine.

"Your mom," he repeats.

"They're busy like, all the time," Steve automatically defends. "And they're barely here so, uh... of course they wouldn't- I mean, it's normal, right? You can't love a stranger or... whatever. It's fine. It's just... I don't know."

"Steve..." Munson pauses.

He groans, throwing his head into his hands, dramatically. He almost immediately flings his head back up, hair flying everywhere, giving Steve wide and pleading eyes.

"I can't make people fall in love or any shit like that. I can make illusions, that's it. Love is, like... way out of my jurisdiction."

"I- I'm ok with an illusion. Like, just one day or something."

"Steve, baby, you're breaking my heart."

"Please?"

"Jesus- ok!" Grumbling, Munson shifts so he's kneeling. "And in return, you won't say shit about any of this. Deal?"

"Deal."

"Great. Ugh. This next part is... weird."

"What do you mean, weird?"

"It's weird, I don't know. Deals about, like, love are sealed with a kiss."

"You're joking."

"Nope, and that's not even the weird part. Now, come on and pucker up, let's get this over with." He gestures for Steve to shuffle closer, waiting until they're sat close enough that their knees almost bump together. "You can still change your mind. Anything at all, Steve. Anything."

"I thought you wanted to get this over with?"

"On your head..."

Munson leans forward, kissing him. It's just a peck, simple and easy. No big deal, right?

Steve feels possessed. It's like someone lit a match in his stomach, leaving him lightheaded and confused. He's not sure how he ends up in Eddie's lap, clutching onto his shoulders, desperately trying to lick into his mouth. He feels so-

He wakes up in his bed, the morning light blinding him.

"What the fuck..." he mutters to himself, grabbing at his throbbing head.

At first, he thinks he's hungover. That he'd just had a weird dream... but he's wearing the same clothes. And, sat on his stomach, is a guitar pic. It's got 'corroded coffin' written on it too- Eddie's band.

"Steve!" He hears his mom call. "Time to get up!"

He scrambles out of bed, dashing down the stairs.

She smiles when she spots him, so bright and warm. She even raises an arm, laughing when he practically throws himself into her side and hugging her tight.

"Morning, sweetheart. Good dreams?"

"Yeah. Yeah, great. But, uh... I feel sick."

"Oh no," she frowns. She puts her hand to his forehead, cooing when she brushes his hair out his face. "Is it your stomach?"

"Yeah. Just... might be better to stay home today. If that's ok?"

"Of course it is. I'm sure we can find something fun to do together, yeah? How about we get a vhs movie, hm?"

"I'd love that."

"Great. Well, if you're feeling up to it, I've made breakfast." She steps away, plating the food she's cooked up. "Oh, did I ever tell you about Paris? It was beautiful, you would have loved it. We should bring you, next time we go."

Steve can't stop smiling. He's sure that his cheeks will be aching by the end of the day.

He'll have to thank Eddie- as soon as he can even think about him without blushing. He'll need to ask if it's normal to still feel... affected, even after the deal is done.

Part of him knows it isn't the deal. Part of him is too curious about how Eddie will react.

#stranger things #steve harrington #eddie munson #steddie #steddie fic #ficlet #creaturefeature

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saetoru · 8 months

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non curse au with gojo except he’s a lil loser boy.

doesn’t know how to dress. doesn’t know how to do his hair. is scrawny and short and awkward and he’s your neighbor and you sit with him on the bus sometimes. sometimes he comes over for dinner with his mom. sometimes you go over and he helps you with math homework. every once in a while you guys have a movie night and slowly but surely he becomes a good friend. people at school don’t rly look twice at him but that’s okay bc he has you and that’s all he needs.

and then one day you blink and the scrawny kid becomes all lean muscle. the short little guy is somehow towering over you. the bad hair cut is now a longer, tousled mess but in a good way and he’s learned some basic fashion that doesn’t make him look like a fool. somewhere along the line he got a bit more flirtatious and teasing but deep down he’s still the same guy.

he over explains math and physics when you ask him because he’s still just a bit of a nerd at the end of the day. you both have cars now but he starts petty arguments with “let’s just rock paper scissors” over who drives no matter how many times you tell him it’s his turn. he still sends you trailers to movies like “we’re watching this over the weekend.” you still visit his mom because she’ll never stop loving you. girls definitely give him attention now and sometimes he likes to be an ass and be a little attention whore—but he’s still the same. your lil loser boy. he still embarrasses himself in front of you sometimes because you never stopped being pretty. never stopped being painfully sweet. never stopped making his palms sweat and his heart race. and you never changed either—still seek him out first no matter who’s around.

there’s no real confession. no real oh! moment. you’ve both always just kind of known that it’s love. because you grow up and he does too but he never changes and you don’t either. you and him are the only consistent things you both have—the world could change but you won’t. it’s love, always has been, always will be—that much probably won’t ever change either.

#wahhh i love him #soft childhood friends to lovers with satoru #it’s what the world deserves #shorts.

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yongbokology · 7 months

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baby daddy! satoru x baby mama! reader

black coded reader <3

warnings; none really, just fluff tbh

wc; 1.1k

an: maybe i’ll write a part where the actual baby making takes place if this doesn’t flop 🤷🏾‍♀️

* baby daddy! satoru who looks at you with wide eyes as you show up to his apartment with a positive pregnancy test. before this situation you both were friends with benefits for a year and some change; having met him during your shift at the bar you currently work at.

* baby daddy! satoru who nearly falls over once you decide that you want to keep it (after all, it’s him we’re talking about)

* baby daddy! satoru who respects your decision after the initial shock and let’s it be known that’s he not going to be a deadbeat… (unlike someone)

“please don’t tell me we have to get married.”

you roll your eyes as you continue to clean the used shot glasses left behind by patrons.

“i’d rather self amputate my arms and legs, satoru.”

* baby daddy! satoru who tries to make it to as much doctors appointments as he can— sometimes even taking off of work for them.

“so, you’re currently at the end of your first trimester. everything is looking good, baby is looking healthy. any questions?” the doctor smiles sweetly at the both of you as she looks through yours and the baby’s charts.

satoru sits up from his chair, eyes perking up in the process “how long until you can tell if it’s going to be the most powerful being in the world?”

“satoru!”

“what… just curious..”

* baby daddy! satoru who secretly buys everything on your registry.

* baby daddy! satoru who watches you marvel at everything he bought, acting surprised with you.

* baby daddy! satoru who poses the idea of the both of you having a place together after a serious talk with shoko.

“don’t you think it would be safer for both her and the baby? y’know cuz you’re practically cursed.” a freshly lit newport hangs off her lips as she eyes her old friend.

“what?! i’m not cursed..”

“think about it— the world shifted off kilter when you were born. people were quite literally planning your murder before you could walk. you don’t think they’ll be rubbing their hands at the chance to get at your offspring?”

satoru breaks his friend’s stare and chooses silence, opting to take another bite out of his onigiri.

* baby mama! reader who accepts the offer because you’re literally just a twenty-something girl trying to navigate this unfair world, living paycheck to paycheck (😪)

— fear not tho because baby daddy! satoru got his baby mama covered!

* baby mama! reader who gets to know satoru more since moving in and he’s honestly such an interesting character.

* baby mama! reader who thinks it’s truly nice seeing him for who he was rather than him being a complete whiny mess after an orgasm for a change.

“do you just starve yourself all day? there’s literally nothing here to eat, toru!” you have your hand placed on six month old pregnant stomach and the other is holding open his stupidly expensive smart fridge that currently has one singular bento box that is half eaten.

“i don’t know how to cook!”

“good lord, what am i going to do with you?”

* baby mama! reader who takes off from the bar after satoru essentially pleads on his knees for you to stay home.

- he eventually convinces you to quit altogether.

* baby mama! reader who learns the truth about satoru’s job after waiting for him at the and seeing a fucking panda just holding a conversation with some weird kid with markings around his mouth, simply replying with “salmon.”

* baby daddy! satoru who thought it would be fine to just have you sit tight for a couple of minutes while he checks up on his students since he’s been off from work but clearly he was wrong when he comes back to see you bug-eyed and pacing back and forth.

you’re already trampling over your own words when satoru walks over to you with a concerned look on his face. “w-why did i just see a fucking talking panda satoru!”

he’s sliding a hand over his face and is pulling you into the nearest room and sliding the door shut behind him. it’s there that he explains the world of jujutsu sorcery and what he does and why you saw a talking panda roaming about.

he decides to kill two birds with one stone that day and introduces you to his students and the both of you are bombarded with a magnitude of questions.

there’s a brunette who hasn’t taken her hands off your stomach since introduction and there’s a pink haired young man who’s enamored with you overall.

“kinda surprising someone would willingly have a child with you.”

the brunette takes her hands off your stomach to pound her fist into the dark-haired kid whose names you learned was megumi.

(you caught a glimpse of a younger version of him tucked into satoru’s wallet after spending the whole day in the grocery store)

“just because we’re all thinking it doesn’t mean you have to say it out loud, fushiguro.”

* baby mama! reader who grows fond of the trio after initial introduction and ends up seeing them more often after that.

* baby daddy! satoru who doesn’t mind one bit and opens up his house so you could spend more time with them.

* baby daddy! satoru who’s in the middle of an intense fight but stops once he hears the specific ringtone he picked out for you.

“give me a minute would you? someone rather important is calling.”

his opponent is stunned and confused at the sheer audacity yet they don’t dare move an inch.

satoru presses his phone to his ear, a soft smile appearing on his lips as he answers you. “what’s going on, pretty girl?”

“baby. coming. now.”

“be right there.”

satoru’s smile drops as he reverts his attention back to his opponent, his arms preparing to conjure a finishing blow.

“sorry to cut our playtime short but someone truly worthy of my time just called.”

* baby daddy! satoru who makes it just in time to see his beautiful son being born.

* baby mama! reader who’s exhausted from giving life to a literal being. you’ve got your arms wrapped around the newborn that finally stopped crying all while sharing glances between you and satoru.

* baby daddy! satoru who has this weird feeling in his stomach after receiving his son in his arms. the expression on his face resembles one of pure bliss as he takes a seat in the chair not too far from your hospital bed.

after much-needed reassurance and satoru helping you to sleep, he’s slowly pacing around the room with your son, whispering sweet nothings and quiet promises.

“not that i doubted it for a second but you’re certainly mine alright.”

he smiles at the piercing blue eyes staring right back at his own.

* baby mama! reader who isn’t actually sleeping and watches the both of them with tired eyes and in that moment knows she made the right decision and is content with the possibility of a domestic life with the strongest sorcerer of the modern age.

feedback is encouraged.

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venmondiese · 13 days

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THE KINSLAYER

based on nightwish's kinslayer aka aemond's theme ✧ gifs: /feodor-dostoevsky // jeonwonwoo

AEMOND COULD HEAR THE LOUD NOISES FROM THE BROTHEL. He could smell the filthiness from it. He could feel it deep in his bones. He could sense it in the depts of his soul.

Aegon was much more careless than he was. As if he knew that he was doomed, destined to the seven hells, he left himself enjoy the pleasures of terrenal life, hedonistic natures for a doomed man.

Aemond wanted to be correct. When he was a kid, he dreamed of great things. Second sons often got nothing. And he wanted to be someone.

His own grandsire, Baelon, could have been someone. He was to be King, if the stranger didn't take him to soon. He would have been King. A second son.

Jaehaerys was a second son. Maegor was a second son. Even Aegon the First was second to his sister Visenya. Yet it was destined for him to be the ruler.

He thought of himself as worthy. He really did. Aemond Targaryen, rider of Vhagar. It was not something to be taken lightly. Vhagar, ridden by Visenya, Baelon, Laena. All of them were second best too.

It wasn't killing Lucerys what bugged him. He could not care less for the bastard boy. It wasn't making Rhaenyra suffer, though it wasn't how he planned it. She wanted him tortured, she wanted him to be sharply questioned when he just lost an eye. She ran away, with her impecable kin, secured on Dragonstone.

He made a mistake. He felt the power of what the Velaryons boys did when they bullied him. He was worthy. He was a Targaryen. And Vhagar was backing him up.

But sometimes, he didn't think losing an eye was worthy. Hidding it to not scare ladies at court. Cut the eyelids open so he could incrist a sapphire, like Symeon Star-Eyes. He learned how to chop men with a long staff with blades at both ends, just like the legendary hero did.

He wondered if he just wanted to feel something. If he just wanted to feel as someone special, worthy again. If he did, maybe they would admire him, or even care for him. Did they not?

Aegon had his own mess. Helaena had her own mess. Daeron wasn't even near King's Landing. His mother was busy ruling as his father was busier rotting.

"It's okay, my prince." The female voice says, in an attempt of soothing him as her hand caressed his forearm, and he sighed, his head on her lap as he looked into the room.

Brothels, even dirtiest, could have bedroom for the highlors attending. Aemond's naked chest was warm due to the fire, but not thanks to the physical intimacy.

It was a vain attempt of comfort. Aegon had invited him, to cheer him up and to celebrate his new title as King.

'Celebrate what?' He thought. 'I just started a war'

It haunts his dreams. The knowledge of what he did. The burden, the burning.

Kinslayer.

He found himself doomed. Haunted by a hateful nature inside him. It stirred, it boiled deep on his soul. Kinslayer.

A war between kin. The first drops of blood om his hands, tainting his very soul.

It felt good, at the beginning. He tried to rationalize it. A mistake. Vhagar lost control.

Because she did.

Right?

She had to. Because he didn't. It was... teasing. The power of being on Vhagar was just his arrongace, his vanity acting. Not him. It wasn't him. It couldn't be him.

He couldn't even look at his mother on the eyes. He could less look Helaena, hearing her horrified little scream as she found out.

His eye hurt. The emptiness of it, the wound that never fully healed. He couldn't even cry properly, not even for makind or his own doom.

'You lost one eye. How could you be so blind?' His grandsire said.

A need to understand. But there wasn't a need to forgive. He won't do that, for he has no reason. His mother called the war a curse from Gods themselves. She prayed, and prayed. But there wasn't any sense or truth to be followed. He even started to doubt if this was about ruling the realm.

"Do I have to pay you?" He asks, slightly unsure. Vulnerable, even. He hated it.

He was not used to this. Using a whore for comfort. Aegon laughed when he excused himself, asking for a whore, and he even congratulated him, a loud cheer all over the table.

Now he laid naked, curled up as his head rested on her lap. Warmth. Cosiness.

"No, my prince. The King has it covered"

The King. It was Aegon. The same Aegon who bullied him, and used to mock him. His big brother. Now, he was the King. It was his biggest fear, and another curse.

Was this a curse for his own ambitions? For wanting what wad the destiny of his elders? For preparing to rule even if he wasn't even acknowledged in his father's mind?

He sighed. His hair loose, the eyepatch lost somewhere on the room. He felt the touch over his cheebone, going up to move his hair to his back, her hands caressing his hair and head, in a soothing manner as she didn't speak more. He prefered silence after his vulnerable moment.

Being with a whore felt like meeting an old friend. It scared him, it bugged him in the wrong way. But who else can he turn to? The Gods have abandoned him to his luck, and with good reason.

He would prefer having a wife do it. He wondered that if he had one, she would be gentler than this, cozier than this.

He craved the love. He never tried to actively persuing a lady at court, so he had no wife. He couldn't go back to Floris Baratheon, he knew he cannot. Not as a Kinslayer.

He liked to picture his wife as beautiful lady. He does not imagine especifics, he is not demanding on that sense. He imagines her beautiful as the maiden herself, gentle and caring. Not judging him, even if his new curse made him a monster. If he had offsprings, would they love him? Afraid of his lost eye?

He realised that he has to thank the Gods. For not having a wife, or offsprings to pass the curse on. To share the madness with them.

Praying was in vain, for who would hear him? A slayer of his own kin. The blood of his sister was on his hands. Of her little son, that he murdered.

He had prayed to the Father. For him to save a place for Aemond. There are no gods. Not by your side.

He soon realised, he was as well doomed. Second son, kinslayer, murdered of his own nephew, on the skies mounting their dragons. Just as Maegor The Cruel did.

He won't become an acknowledged second son. He won't be worthy, he won't be remember greatly. He won't be a hero, unless he dies greatly. And he knows it. He lusts for this game, and he falls for every lie of it.

He looked at the flames, as if they could answer something to him. As if they could show him what was ahead of him. How he has to act. How he'll die.

A war was yet to come, and he knows he'll fight it. For he has nothing else to lose. He curses the Gods. How was he supposed to know?

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ponderingmoonlight · 9 months

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Having to share a bed with Gojo Satoru at a love hotel

Listen...I've got a little carried away by this one. While I'm currently writing for Geto and Toji, this part will only contain Gojo as it ended up so damn long. Hope you still enjoy <3

Part l (Megumi, Nanami, Yuta)

Part lll (Toji, Geto, Haibara, Choso)

Sharing a bed with JJk men pt ll

Pairing: Gojo Satoru x fem!reader

Word Count: 2,8k (this was supposed to be a cute little one shot lol)

Warnings: No real smut, but it's getting REALLY spicy - you have been warned...

Synopsis: After pretending to be in a relationship with Gojo for some time, the two of you seem to be the perfect match for a mission at a love hotel.

It is ridiculous. You both know that all too well. Will it stop you from pretending to be Gojo’s girlfriend even though you aren’t more than friends? Absolutely not. You’ve been doing this for a while now, at the beginning only to take him as your plus one to a wedding and for him to fake proposals at restaurants for free meals. You are very aware of the fact that this is already going too far, especially when you consider that whole Jujutsu High seems to believe you.

“Hello there Gojo-bear!”, you cry out.

But it’s just way too fucking funny and comfortable to stop now. The thing is, it has a whole lot of benefits: easier missions, raises over raises, less trouble because everyone seems to fear your ‘boyfriend’ but most importantly you get to spend some time with Satoru himself. You hate to admit it, but the way he smiles down at you and wraps his arm around your waist does things to you you’d never say out loud.

“There you are honey!”, he replies with a sly grin, embracing you in his arms just like he always does.

The problem is, you just know that it isn’t more for him than a joke. Your heart stings in agony just thinking about the way he immediately scoots away from you as soon as nobody’s around anymore. To Satoru, you really are nothing more than a friend he enjoys to spend time and mess with.

“Yikes, why is this so cringe?”, Nobara mutters.

“Just wait until you find your true love, kids”, Satoru shouts towards them.

Fuck that ass eating smile of him and the way it makes your heart flutter. It’s all a lie and nothing else. Nothing but a made up story. Remember that.

“Satoru, (y/n). I have a mission for you. Follow me.”

The harsh voice of Masamichi Yaga pulls you out of your distress. A mission for both of you? Normally Satoru is sent alone. After all, he is the strongest and every other jujutsu sorcerer is only in his way. What is it that makes him think it is a good idea to send the both of you together?

“We were informed about a curse that killed over 100 couples within the span of a few weeks in several love hotels located in Tokyo. As you guys are the most disgusting couple I’ve ever seen, both of you were assigned to stay at the love hotel with the greatest number of deaths and exorcise that curse once and for all. Understood?”

It’s like your world turns upside down. Did you really hear that correctly? This has to be a joke, right? Ain’t no way he really thinks you and Satoru…Your gaze wanders to his shamelessly gorgeous face that seems as unbothered as usual. Of course. Everyone thinks you are a couple. Therefore, you are a perfect fit for this mission.

“Nothing easier than that. Just send me the location and we’ll get this done in no time. Right honey?”

“Right…”, you mumble.

“You know what that means, right?”, you hiss into his ear after leaving the director’s office.

“Yeah, a free night in a luxurious hotel on the back of the school!”

“No.”

You sign. How the hell is he so unmoved by all of this? Not even Satoru can be too dumb to realize what staying in a love hotel in order to exorcise a curse means…Right?

“If this curse only shows up in front of couples at love hotels then…then…”

Your mouth refuses to say it out loud. No, you are too prideful to confess to him that it makes your knees go weak and your heart bang inside your chest. Why do you bother anyway? You stretch your shoulders and look at him, face hardened.

“Let’s just get this over with.”

The ride into the heart of Tokyo is longer than you remember it, considering Satoru is sitting right beside you and watching anime on his phone.

“Damn, this part gets me every time”, he almost sobs.

“How often did you watch that already?”

“I lost count at 17. What is that look on your face? Don’t you know what happens next?”

“I never watched that one”, you admit, casually shrugging your shoulders.

Satoru drops his phone, intense gaze piercing through you even though he’s wearing glasses.

“You’ve got to be kidding right? You are my girlfriend and you never-“

Thick silence, your eyes widen at the sound of this words coming from his mouth. Girlfriend? Did he actually say that?

“I mean fake girlfriend of course. Just getting ready for later I guess”, he adds along with scratching the back of his head.

“Sure”, you reply automatically.

Can your heart just stop beating so damn loud? This is ridiculous, it was a slip of the tongue and nothing more.

“Listen, (y/n)…As soon as we step through the door of that hotel, you have to be my girlfriend”, he instructs you in a dead serious voice.

“No need to tell me, Gojo-bear…”, you comment dryly, more directed towards yourself than him.

After all, it is you whose love isn’t just a funny little prank. Your feelings are more than real, considering you can almost hear your heart shattering like fragile glass. How stupid it was to even think he could somehow feel the same way, that it’s more than a game to him. Who knows how much time he spends with other women behind your back…

“This is it. Are you ready?”

Get. Yourself. Together. You smile confidently and nod. Being in love with Gojo Satoru might be senseless, but revealing your true feelings towards him is even worse. No, you are way too prideful to give him that. Without thinking twice you grab his hand tightly just like you did multiple times before. You will get through this and bring this madness to an end after this mission.

“Hey, we’ve booked a room here for two.”

“The name?”, the man behind the desk asks while eyeing you intensely.

Fuck, don’t let your face turn red, withstand his gaze. Maybe he’s asking himself why a man like Satoru is with a girl like you…

“Gojo Satoru.”

“There you go. Feel free to use the elevator and call immediately if something is strange. Please check out before midday. Have a nice stay.”

“We sure will!”, Satoru replies with a cheeky grin before taking the key card and maneuvering you into the elevator.

“God, I can’t wait to be alone with you baby.”

You feel like choking while staring at him. Did he really just say that, is this for real?

“Listen, (y/n)…As soon as we step through the door of that hotel, you have to be my girlfriend”

Your heart sinks. Calm down, idiot. It’s only for the mission. You never know when and where the curse is, so it just makes sense to play along until it shows up. Reluctantly you smile at him with dead eyes. Why does this hurt so fucking badly? You pretended to be his girlfriend for more than a year now and it never bothered you that he held your hand and called you stupid nicknames. But this…This is something completely different. You are at a love hotel and Satoru is straight up trying to seduce you. How the hell are you supposed to feel about all of this?

“Let’s go, shall we?”

His hand rests on your hip while he leads you to the right room with ease. It feels like his hand burns against your skin, suddenly the air is way too hot to breathe properly. You want to get out of here, away from Satoru but at the same time you need him so much closer…What has gotten into you?

“Hey, no need to be nervous babe, I got you”, he breathes against your outer ear.

“I just…never done something like this. That’s all”, you admit dryly while avoiding his gaze at all cost.

“I’ll guide you, no worries.”

He closes the door behind you and cages your body with his. You are trapped between Satoru’s arms, no way to escape his intense stare and the way his large frame feels pressed against yours. At this point it seems like all of your senses and the ability to interact have simply vanished from your body. His gaze is…filthy, completely occupied by lust as it seems. You feel like your knees will give in any minute, heart almost pounding out of your chest while blood begins to pulsate between your legs. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Are you fainting? What is this feeling?

“I’ll make you feel the way you deserve it”, Satoru rasps.

Before you can react, he lifts you in the air with ease and throws you on the soft bed in the middle of the room.

“S-satoru…I-I…never done this”, you repeat with choked voice, sweat dripping down your face while you desperately try to stop yourself from wincing.

God, he makes you feel so weak with the way his eyes hungrily linger over your body and seem to swallow you whole.

“Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle.”

And then it happens. His lips brush against yours. Slowly at first, almost sweetly. You close your eyes, hands automatically grabbing his strong biceps in a frantic attempt to get a hold of this situation. Is all of this a dream? Impossible. The way his arms are wrapped around you while his unmistakable scent fills the air around is way too real for that. Satoru picks up the pace, his tongue inviting itself into your mouth to get instantly into a tangled dance with yours. Fuck, this feels so good, almost like you’re on drugs – addicted to his touch and kisses.

“Satoru”, you literally moan into his parted lips.

You need to feel his body even closer, his touch a little rougher, his lips even better. You want more. No, you need more. More of the drug that only Satoru Gojo seems to be able to give you.

“I-I need more”, you stutter, eyes gleaming in pleasure.

“I would give you the world, (y/n). Fuck, I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long…”

“How much I hate all of these fucking happy couples. Die! All of you, die!”

It’s like you get hit by a train when the distorted voice of a stranger fills the room with hatred and disgust. Satoru’s body blocks the view of the curse making its way through the ceiling at the speed of light. Automatically, you claw into his upper arms for hold.

“Took you quite some time to get here. I was almost afraid that you wouldn’t show up for our rendez-vous.”

“Would you mind letting me go for a second, darling?”, he words addressed to you.

Your hands let go of him immediately, body rolling to the other side of the bed in order to give Satoru the room he needs. The fight itself doesn’t take long. In fact, you aren’t even able to catch a glimpse at the curse before the room is lit up in purple, lilac glibber raining down on the bed with pieces of the ceiling, threatening to hit you right in your face. Pressing your eyes shut, you surrender to your fate. Not the first time you get covered in the remaining of some disgusting curse…

“Do you really think I’d let you get covered in this? You don’t know me well, darling.”

When you open your eyes again, you aren’t greeted by lilac glibber. In fact, it stopped right before hitting you with full force. You let out your breath you didn’t know you were holding, gaze finding Satoru’s bright blue orbs that seem to glitter.

“I’d say we smashed that mission”, he proudly announces, shaking the remaining of the ceiling and curse away from both of you while lifting himself off the bed.

You slowly get up from your trance, heart completely shattering at his words. You smashed the mission? Is this everything he is able to think about? Just seconds ago he laid on top of you, his tongue in your mouth while he told you over and over the finest things you ever heard from him. Everything nothing but…a lie? You want to get away from him as soon as possible, the pictures of him and you burn into your heart like a fuel rod. It was all just a game for him, a necessary price he had to pay to complete the mission.

“Thank god we did”, you hiss and abruptly jump out of bed, body swaying back and forth in dizziness.

Salty tears start to burn in your eyes, flooding over any second. No, don’t cry. What about your pride, how you always carried yourself with your head held high? A sob shakes your body before you can stop it. Fuck all of that. This hurts like hell.

“Hey, what is going on? Are you sad because I didn’t let you have your moment with that curse? Y’know, he was a pretty weak grade 1 any-“

“Is all of this a joke to you?”, you yell into his face, tears now running like a waterfall while your chest feels like it’s going to explode.

Satoru’s eyes widen in horror. Fuck, he never saw you like this. And the worst is that he seems to be the cause of your tears.

“You’re anything but a joke to me, (y/n)”, he replies dead serious.

“All the things you said were nothing but a big lie! All these kisses meant nothing to you!”, you cry out.

“(y/n)-“

“They did to me though. I never shared a bed with a man before, Satoru. It was special to me.”

Your voice sounds so defeated that Satoru instinctively gets up and walks towards you.

“But it was special to me too, (y/n)! It was always more than just pretending for me.”

“Stop kidding me. This pretending comes to an end right now. From now on, I’m not your fake girlfriend anymore.”

“Good, that’s what I wanted to say.”

You nod to yourself while his cruel words hit you like a wall all over again. So this is how it comes to an end. You always knew that sooner or later, you wouldn’t be able to keep up with the lies anymore. How were you supposed to build a future on top of a pile of foul lies? It was beneficial as long as it lasted. You shouldn’t have expected more from the start.

“I don’t want you to be my fake girlfriend anymore. Please, just make it real and official. I loved you this whole time (y/n). It always felt better to pretend than to potentially not having you at all. Today showed me that I can’t be without you, that I want to share a bed with you every night and not just for a mission. I’m beggin’ on my knees if I have to, please be my girlfriend.”

Time stands still, you are unable to move as your mind desperately tries to process what he just said. He want you to be his girlfriend…for real?

“Stop messing around with me, Gojo”, you warn him.

But a little voice inside you tells you that he isn’t lying, that his face tells nothing but the truth. Can it really be that the Gojo Satoru wants you to be his girlfriend? Your skin starts to prickle while your heartbeat picks up in an instant. Please let this be real…

“I’m not. I want to hold you like I did before that fucking curse appeared every hour of the day and not just when someone’s around, (y/n).”

“But…Why did you always break away from me when we were alone? You could have just told me, I-“

You stop. You did it just like him. Pretended that it’s nothing but a stupid joke to you, that Satoru didn’t mean more than a friend does. You told yourself over and over that your feelings aren’t real, that you are just a good actor. Oh, but it was so much more. It is so much more.

“I did the same”, you confess your thoughts to him.

“Please, (y/n). Let’s make it real, no pretending anymore. Be by my side.”

His hands gently cup your face while your arms instinctively wrap around his neck.

“Nothing better than that”, you mutter before pressing your lips against his.

“You know, that bed is still looking good and we’ve booked for a night…”

“Let’s not waste the precious money of Jujutsu High, then”, you moan while he bites down your neck.

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crazyco0tz · 2 months

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{Stray kids calling you ma’am}

Written!reaction

Maknae line

Warning:slightly suggestive, one curse word

𝐇𝐚𝐧

He tries to tease you with it but he just ends up feeling silly, or he tries to use it to make him “cuter” he even puffs his cheeks after referring to you as ma’am

“Hannie for the last time no”. You were both currently ‘arguing’ about literal icecream, Han just asked if he could finish the rest of your favorite flavor (he already had two bowls)

He rubs his cheek on your shoulder while you look forward sternly refusing to cave. A loud groan leaves his mouth ringing your ear while he flops down on the floor. After putting himself on his knees infront of you he cups his hands together and looks up at you with teary eyes

“PLEASE Y/N” he begs while fake sniffling, you chuckle at the fact that he’s literally begging on his knees for some ice cream. You knew he was trying to make himself as cute as possible to break you but you weren’t having it; “your not getting my danm ice cream baby boy” you push on his forehead with your finger in a taunting manner

He gasps looking away while placing his hand on his forehead (dramatically) he looks down to take a second to think of what he could possibly do… he flash backs to all the times you’ve called him cheeks adorable and how you could just “eat ‘em up” He smirks at the idea

He puts his hands on your knees still looking down, then he shot up his head and landed his head right on your knees, with the sadness eyes he could fake and the biggest pout he could make with of course, puffed up little cheeks

You lean away taken aback by his stubbornness over ice cream but you can’t just let him win “you think your so smart puffing out your cheeks to look cute huh?” He lifts his head off your knee to nod slowly with a soft and sad “yes ma’am, can I please just have the rest…” you pull your head up to look away while sighing. He’s overdoing it but… it worked

You huff and stomp your foot signaling him to get off, “fine, you can have my ice cream, but your buying me more Baby Boy.” You Look down again to find him gone, he was already in the kitchen. “Aren’t you forgetting something hannie.” You heard the bowls clanking “I LOVE YOU JAGI!!” you could tell he is genuinely so happy that you said yes

You guys spend the rest of the night finishing the ice cream and cuddling since he felt a little bad ‘manipulating’ you with his cuteness. He definitely made it up to you with all the ice cream you ask!

𝐅𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐱

This sweetheart was raised right so 90% of the time he calls you ma’am out of respect also since he aimlessly follows your wishes it’s fitting for him

On an average basic “yes ma’am” is frequently used from Felix to you, he loves to do any little think you ask because he thinks you deserve all the slack he can give you, he knows your a very strong person but he still wants to spoil you and give you comfort

After a very long day of work you got home to a dirty kitchen (he was cooking up a storm) flour everywhere and dirty bowl next to a fresh batch of brownies with your name on them. “Cute” you whisper before huffing at the mess, you grab cleaning products and towels for the mess and got to cleaning

After all the flour was cleaned up it was time for the bowls. you reach for the first one, shaking from tiredness before Felix enters the room SHOCKED to see you CLEANING HIS MESS. He slides over softly grabbing the bowl from your hand while you look up at him in confusion

“No ma’am, not happening, not after your long day nuh uh” he rants shaking his head side to side, you were just shocked that he told you no. You smile softly at his care for you, you reach over the counter to grab his cheek and kiss him softly. Both pulling away with pink cheeks while Felix gave you a charming smile

Your gaze softened from tiredness; “thank you sunshine” you coo as you reach to pat his head as a reward. “Anything for you baby” he responds making your heart melt. “After you clean up please come to bed with me, I want to hold my sunshine” he giggles at the nickname while slowly wipping down the bowls; “yes ma’am, I’ve missed your touch” his voice like silk

You walk away from the table to head to bed but not before kissing your Boy one last time

Seungmin

If he’s in a really loving mood the nicknames come with or if he’s trying to tease, but in his defense he’ll do anything after your butter him up a little with love, attention and care (which you do already)

You click your tongue to get his attention from your spot on the bed, “why don’t you come cuddle huh min?” He doesn’t move his eyes from his closet trying to find an outfit for tomorrow. “No, busy” he responds blandly. You scoff “you’ve been at that for almost an hour it’s break time.” He stays silent trying to concentrate “seungmin, come here. I know you want some love pup” he finally breaks his latch from the clothes

“I do want love…it’s just tha-” “Seungmin now.” He straightens up flustered from the stern tone but knew it was for his good. Shyly smirking “yes ma’am” you laugh at his tone change before throwing the blanket to the side before patting the sheet. He jumps in like an eager puppy finally feeling the excitement of quality time. He snuggles up in your arms before resting his body. “By the way you’ll look handsome in anything” you tease while petting his hair, you could practically feel the redness on his face.

Jeongin

Only uses it to seem innocent when he’s caught red handed, he acts like he has one clue what your on about

Rummaging through your wallet, desperately trying to find your credit card before reality sets in, the little fox snatched it again, busting down the bedroom door just to be met with a sly looking innie. “Innie, baby, hand it over.” You reach your hand out with a stern look. “What are you talking about” trying the hide the smile creeping on his face. Your roll your eyes “you really don’t know what this is about?” He pouts slightly “no ma’am” he coos while kicking his legs like a child.

“Card innie.” He shrugs in response “what card” while putting a clueless look on his face. All fun and games until your raise your voice. “CARD.” You point at his hand clearly holding something “NOW.” His smile dropped slightly at the seriousness “yes ma’am” reaching his hand out to pass the card. After grabbing it back you slide in it your wallet and look over at the slightly hurt look on his face, he was just trying to be silly, maybe I took it too far?

“Aish innie baby, I’m sorry I didn’t mean to frighten you, I just didn’t want to joke” he nods while laying back on the bed. You throw your wallet to the side and jump right on him, leaning up to his ear; “guess what” he makes eye contact with you “what?” “Tickle attack” he gasps but before he had any time to react your fingers were already grazing his tummy as his cute laugher takes over. “Aw that smile” your laugh at the boy deprived of breath under you. “Stop your gunna make me blush!!” you chuckle “to late” as you pinch is cheeks softly before leaning down to give him a well deserved kiss.

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Part2 y’all! Next coming up is an NCT reaction since I’ve yet to do them (I think)

Anyways enjoy sweeties💋💋

#maknae #kpop fluff #kpop reactions #stray kids reactions #stray kids scenarios #stray kids #stray kids fluff #kpop #seungmin #jeongin #han jisung #lee felix

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9ealms · 11 months

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♱ | 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐂𝐄𝐍𝐓– Ft. Miguel O’Hara

Synopsis— cheating boyfriend leads to you at a club one night stand; mysterious man at a club

content warning | nsfw stuff; dirty talk, spanking, acarophilia, hair pulling, praising kink, cunnilingus and etc

✮ — [missionary and cowgirl]

✮ — word count. 3.0k

✮ — || authors note - don’t get too excited; this is my SECOND time making smut; I tried my best making it sound natural when he’s cursing in spainsh because I don’t wanna cringe when I’m trying to reread it and also I tried ACCURATE TRANSLATION from other websites and asked some friends ( ´ཀ` )

Today was a terrible day; you had stayed up late trying to complete your work, causing you to be sluggish and exhausted when you finally forced yourself out of bed. As soon as you stepped out of the house, you rushed to the bus station in order to make it on time. When you eventually made it into work, your domineering supervisor scolded and berated for being late. “I need a new job” was all that echoed through your mind as he continuously nagged

You quickly finished your paperwork and headed to your apartment. As you were opening your door, you heard a woman's moans followed by a man's grunts coming from inside. Your heart sank as you slowly stepped closer. It was already one of those bad days and to make matters worse, you could see through the crack of the open door that it was your boyfriend on top of another woman, both moaning in pleasure. You shook your head in frustration and let out a heavy sigh as you said “are you f*cking kidding me?”

The two people on the bed froze in shock and your boyfriend scrambled to get up from the bed. "Babe, I can explain," he stammered as he tried to cover his naked body with a blanket. You weren't sure if it was because of embarrassment or shame but you didn't want to hear what he had to say.

“I need you to get out…now”, you said coldly, pointing towards the door. He hesitated for a moment before slowly getting off the bed and gathering his clothes. As he made his way out of the bedroom he turned to look at you one last time but your expression didn’t change. Your heart was pounding as anger and hurt overwhelmed you in waves.

You sighed in disbelief; you’ve been working your ass off only in return of your long time boyfriend cheating on with another girl, “today is really shitty day” you groaned as you kept walking towards the bathroom .

You took off your clothes and stepped into the stream of hot water washing away your emotions as you cried silently. You closed your eyes and let the water wash away all the pain, all the anger and hurt that was consuming you so much; it felt like a burden being taken off of you little by little. After you were done, you called your best friend to explain about your situation but she didn’t pick up so you waited a few minutes untill the phone rang.

It was your friend on the other end of the phone, listening intently as you relayed your story. “I'm so sorry that happened,” she consoled softly, her voice full of empathy. “You know what you need right now… a night out with me! A new club just opened up and I want us to go check it out. Let's forget all this for a bit and just have some fun." She sounded excited, yet sincerely concerned for your wellbeing.

"Are you sure I should be going out like this? I look like a mess," you said hesitantly, trying to lighten the mood with a chuckle. "don't be ridiculous," your best friend replied confidently. "You'll look great no matter what. Just put on something nice and I'll come get you in an hour."

As the phone call ended, you got up from the couch, and made your way to the bedroom closet. Peering inside for a moment, you spotted a familiar black dress tucked away in the back corner. You pulled it out and held it up for inspection - it was a long bodycon dress with sleeves that showed off your neck and shoulders. A small chuckle escaped your lips as you remembered where you had last worn this same dress - "Wow, this old thing is still here” , you thought to yourself.

You stripped off your sweatpants and t-shirt and quickly put on the dress. You buttoned up all the clasps, and took a few steps back to get a good look at yourself in the mirror. The familiar black fabric still fit perfectly. Your phone rang, it was your best friend telling you to come outside so you guys could go to new club downtown. You grabbed your purse, put on some shoes and ran out the door.

As you drove to the club with your best friend, you started getting nervous. You had no idea what kind of crowd would be there or if it was even worth going to in the first place. But when you got there and saw all of the people dancing around and having fun while you just felt kinda out of place. “It’s ok,” your friend said, “just relax and have fun! This is why we came here.”

You felt a bit nervous of the large crowd and the music thumping you tapped your friend shoulder “Hey, I think I'm going to head over to the bar. It's way too crowded in here."

Your friend nodded, understanding your need for some space and they went to go mingle while you took a seat. You sighed as you asked the bartender for a tequila shot. "Maybe clubbing isn't my thing," you muttered, taking a sip of the drink while watching your friend dance with a group. The music was loud and pounding, making it hard to think and difficult to hold a conversation. The crowd around you was sweaty and boisterous, completely caught up in the moment. You felt slightly out of place here.

You were observing people dancing and talking the you eyes spotted a guy with a bunch of a girl around him; giggle and flirting with him . He had a drink in one hand and he appeared to be enjoying the attention. He had an uncanny look in his eyes that seemed to draw people to him.

You were about to take another sip when you realized he was looking right at you. You felt your skin flush and a rush of warmth spread through your body as his gaze settled on yours for a moment too long before turning away to face the other ladies with a smirk .

Quickly glancing away, you took another sip from your drink before you felt a presence next to you. You turned your head and saw a tall man with his eyes locked on you. He smiled and said "Long night huh?" It was the same guy from the other table you we're watching “yeah , I’m just trying to pass the time until my friends get here," you replied.

He nodded in understanding then said, "Wanna head outside for a bit?" He gestured towards the back door with his thumb.“Sure, why not," you said getting up and grabbing your jacket.

You followed the man outside where it was surprisingly quiet compared to the chaos inside. The streetlights illuminated the area but it wasn't enough to make out who this man was.

You turned around and looked at him, He pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lit one for himself. He then reached out and offered his lighter to you.

You smoke?" He asked as he took a drag on his cigarette.

“Not really but I could use one” you reply before accepting the cigarette from his hands.

He looked at and then looked away before saying “You seem like you’ve been through a lot recently”.

You nervously blinked, unsure of how to respond. You had so many questions and wanted to know how he knew what you were going through but you couldn’t bring yourself to ask him outright.

Instead, you took a long drag from the cigarette and exhaled slowly before speaking up. “Yeah...I have been through a lot lately, you know work problems and relationships stuff too”

He let out a small groan before crushing the cigarette with his heels, slowly raising his gaze to meet hers. With an amused smirk he said, “You know I could make your night even better."

You flashed him a coy smile and, your hands resting on his chest, asked in a teasingly seductive voice, "Hmm...how would you do that?"

He leaned in close to you, his hot breath tickling your ear as he murmured, "I’m sure you already know" His hands moved slowly down your body, sending a shiver of pleasure through you. His lips grazed yours lightly before he pulled away and looked into your eyes, the heat between the two of you palpable. You felt a thrill course through your veins that made you ache for more.

Your heart started beating faster as he took your hands in his and gently tugged you closer to him. He then grabbed the back of your neck, pulling you into a aggressive kiss. He whispered softly “Let me take care of everything tonight” before he started to kiss you deeply, his tongue exploring your mouth.

Your body was trembling with desire as you melted into him. He grabbed onto the curves of your hips and pulled you in closer to him, sending a wave of pleasure through both of you. His grip tightened as he kissed down your neck, leaving a trail of passionate kisses that sent shivers down your spine.

“Wait, I don’t even know your name” you moaned as he kept biting and licking your neck, his hands still firmly gripping your hips.

“i’ll tell you it when we go to my place” he whispered huskily into your ear, his hot breath tickling as the tip of his tongue darted out and brushed against your earlobe. You couldn't help but melt into his touch; it felt so passionate and raw, like nothing you'd ever experienced before. You knew at that moment, you had to go with him.

He took to you inside his car; he rested his hands on your lap while driving to his apartment he revealed his name while as you guys we're driving to his apartment. As you guys went upstairs it disn’t take long untill you were both getting undressed. He ardently kissed your lips as his hands glided up and down your body feeling each curve.

He pressed you against the bed frame, forcing your body to bend downwards. With a swift tug, he pulled your underwear down to your ankles, exposing your wet and aroused cunt. A rough whisper in your ear caught you off guard; "Te ves tan hermosa como princesa," he growled as his firm hands squeezed and caressed your ass. He ran his hand over your clit, stroking it in a circular motion as he continued to push his fingers deep within you.

“mmhn! miguel- w-wait” You gasped as he relentlessly pounded away, your legs trembling with every deep thrust. He pushed further and further until you felt your cunt juices dripping down your inner thighs. "Mmmf!" you cried out as your eyes rolled back and the intensity of pleasure overwhelmed you.

“Qué hermoso” with a satisfied grunt, he licked the last of your juices off his finger. "But we're not done yet," he uttered in a low, raspy tone, a hint of desire evident in his voice.

He flips you onto your back and spreads your legs wider, before bending down to lick your cunt slowly as he moved his hands to your nipples, stroking them with his thumb, teasing them. He kept flicking his tongue over your clit causing you to moan louder and deeper, his hand now stroking your inner thighs making you arch into him.

As he was still licking your clit until he noticed that he was pushing against a spot inside he pushed his tongue even deeper into you, causing your moans to be louder and more passionate. His other hand started to twist your nipple and tugging it forward as his tongue moved around inside of you.

“Mnngh!— Miguel, this is t-too much—” you slurred as he kept licking and sucking on your clit you grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled him closer.He smiled against your clit and increased the intensity of his actions, causing you to moan even louder as your body began to shake from the pleasure coursing through you. He continued teasing and licking until eventually he had brought you right at the brink of orgasm before he suddenly stopped, leaving you panting for more.

“Mmm.. you taste so delicious” he murmured as he slowly stood up and stared down at you with a satisfied smirk. “Te voy a ahogar con mi polla” he whispered before unbuckling his pants revealing his erect dick.

You gasped in detail as you eyed the impressive size of him,. “Since you did well, I might as well give you a reward” he smirked as he brought it closer to your face poking it by your cheek . You took a deep breath and opened your mouth wrapping your lips around his thick shaft, sliding it in and out of your mouth.

He grunted in pleasure as he pushed himself deeper inside your warm wetness, his hands grabbing ahold of the hair tightly as you kept bobbing your head back and forward causing him to groan in deep pleasure. “oh shit— your mouth feels too good—” he groaned before pulling your hair tightly and pushing himself deeper down your throat.

You felt like you were going to gag, but as his thrusts started to increase in speed you found yourself enjoying the sensation. His hands left your hair as he grabbed onto your shoulders holding them tightly while his hips moved faster and faster. Your saliva coats his cock as you swirl your tongue around it, teasing and pushing him closer to his orgasm. Your moans mixed with his groans of pleasure fill the room.

Suddenly, he tenses up and your throat is filled with his hot release. “Sallow” he demanded as you forcefully thrust your head forward., you swallow quickly, savoring the taste of his juices as they slide down your throat. He stops and tenderly strokes your hair, caressing your sweaty cheeks. “lo hiciste gran princesa” he murmured, while still stroking your cheeks

He makes you lay down on the bed with your leg wide and fully exposed; you were quivering with anticipation. He reaches to open a drawer, to open up another condom and start rolling it down his hard dick. He moves himself in between your legs, teasing you with the tip of his manhood and keeps rubbing it against your clitoris, making you wetter and moan out in intense pleasure. “Please— just put it in already” you pleaded as he kept rubbing it more intensely; basically making your more overstimulated “Not yet..” he responded and kept rubbing it against your clitoris more.

“Miguel Hnngh— please just…do it” you panted while gripping the bed sheet; “wait…this might hurt a bit” he slowly tried to push it you flinched as it was already filling u up you grabbed unto the bedsheet tightly, panting hard you had never felt something that big inside of you. “Keep going…” you begged, as he slid inch by inch deeper into you...

“Joder— tu coño..me está chupando seco”, he groaned as his entire dick was in you. You could feel it stretching and filling you immensely. He started thrusting slowly at first but as your breathing quickened. “oh fuck— Miguel,” you moaned as he picked up the pace. He continued thrusting, faster and harder, as your moans got louder and louder. You dug your nails into his back as he thrust harder, going deeper with each stroke. You kept scratching his back while gripping him tightly with your legs around his waist .

Miguel's breathing was growing deeper and heavier as he continued thrusting into you, his moans getting louder in your ear. You felt him tense up and start twitching uncontrollably as he gasped deeply. “god— you feel too good—” he panted “joder... no puedo aguantarlo más” he thrusts even harder until he came inside the condom , letting out a deep groan as he finally released himself.

You both collapsed onto the bed, panting and sweaty, trying to regain your breath. You laid there for a few moments in silence; he rolls out the used condom and throw away in a basket; he panted hard as he laid against the bed headboard. You how he was clearly out of breath; You wanted to tease him, so you playfully crawled onto his lap and began seductively rubbing yourself against his semi-erect member. He moaned in pleasure as your movements aroused him further.

As you tried to insert the member slowly inside of you , he grasped your hips and moved quicker pushing deep inside as you feel the pleasure that was making you moan louder than before.

He started to thrust harder getting a better grip on your hips as he went deeper while gripping his hands around your hips, his face buried under your breast as you kept on moving back and forth faster and faster.

His thrusts were making you moan more and more as his member pushed deeper inside of you. You could feel the waves of pleasure coursing through your body, each wave bigger than the previous one.

He kept on thrusting harder and harder letting out a deep groan each time he pushed deep inside of you. His body moved against yours as he kept on thrusting faster until finally, he reached his peak and with one last push, He came inside of you, his warmth spilling from within. You laid back against the bed, watching as his cum slowly trickled down your thighs. As you got up, you felt a sense of relief combined with exhaustion wash over you.

You slowly stood up from your spot and began to make your way towards the bathroom. Just before entering, you turned back towards him with a smirk and asked, "You coming or what?". He couldn't help but chuckle at your playful tone before quickly following you into the bathroom.

✮ — authors note: you would not believe the amount of porn I had to watch just to make this fic bruh and also this is the second longest fic I made in a long time 😭😭

#miguel o’hara smut #miguel spiderman #miguel o'hara x reader smut #miguel o’hara #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara x y/n #miguel o’hara x you #spiderman 2099 #spiderman 2099 x reader #spiderman 2099 x you #atsv miguel #miguel spiderverse #miguel o’hara x fem!reader

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mooooonnnzz · 11 months

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I LOVE YOUR DAD!MIGUEL FICS so how about the reader painting Dad!Miguel’s nails???😍 like the reader bothers Miguel about it until he’s like “Ugh. Fine.” But he actually ends up enjoying it and spending time with his daughter (reader, or if you want then kid for gender neutral)

Manicure! /// Miguel O’Hara x GN!Teen!Reader

✦ I MADE IT GN, hope u dont mind i already made like 3 fem readers so i had to even it out 😞

✦ miguels a lil grump here

✦ pure fluff!! <33

✦ HOPE U ENJOY!!

“What color do you want?” Your eyes looked through the rows of nail polish you had organized on top of your dresser. A large teasing smile was plastered on your face as you searched. Miguel muttered curses under his breath, his eye twitching in annoyance at your smile. After hours of you pleading and begging Miguel to allow you to paint his nails, he finally caved in, saying he was sick and tired of your pestering. Though, he wasn’t too happy about it. His knitted brows and deep scowl spoke volumes to you.

You found his whole childish act amusing. This grown man, who’s your father, is acting like it’s the end of the world because you wanted to paint his nails. Miguel didn’t respond to your question from earlier, probably too busy throwing a huge tantrum inside his head to respond, so you decided to choose for him. You plucked a few colors from the rows and laid them down on your palms. “Which ones?”

Miguel huffed out, his eyes looking at the polishes on your hands before looking down at his hands. Was he trying to imagine which color would suit him better? A shaky smile threatened to pull on your lips but you quickly pursed your lips into a thin line when Miguel’s eyes darted over to your face, eyelids menacingly narrowing at you. “Paint them white.”

You gave him a weird look. “White? But that’s so basic.” You looked down at the colors you picked out, pointing at a red and black one. “What about red and black? So it’ll match your suit.”

Now it was his turn to give you a weird look.

“My suit doesn’t have any black on it.” He tells you, shaking his head disapprovingly. “Either you paint my nails white or you don’t paint my nails at all.” He said, using his pointer finger to accentuate the gravity of his words.

“Fine, fine.” You store all the polishes away, leaving you with his plain white color. You take the polish and lead him to your desk where he sits on the chair. You grab your own chair and sit in front of him.

“Put your hands on the desk.” You instruct as you shook the nail polish. Miguel places both hands on your desk, splaying his fingers apart. “You promise you won’t peel the polish off afterward?”

Miguel sighs. “I promise.”

“Do you pinky promise?” You popped up your pinky, waiting for Miguel to wrap his pinky around yours to seal the deal.

A small smile is slightly visible on his lips. He hooked his pinky with yours, sealing the promise tightly. “I pinky promise.”

You beamed happily, twisting open the polish. “Okay! That’s good to hear.” You pull out the brush and sweep it against the edge, removing any excess paint. You motion Miguel to move his hands a little closer to you. He complies with a slight huff and you begin to paint his nails.

You’d occasionally have to slap his hand to tell him to stop moving. He claimed that the brush tickled him but you didn’t believe him. It got to the point where you had to give him a 5-minute break between each coat. He found your complaints entertaining, you assumed he was acting that way just to mess with you.

“Oh, it’s starting to tickle. I need my five-minute break.” He already started to move his hand away but before he could escape, you caught his wrist with your other hand and pinned it back down to the desk. “I haven’t even finished!” You whined out, kicking his leg playfully under the desk. “You’re literally doing this on purpose, Pa.”

“I’m not.” You would’ve bought his whole act if you didn’t look at his face. His huge smirk gave it all way. You rolled your eyes, focusing back on his nails. “Give it up.”

A snort could be heard from Miguel at your response.

After a few more coats and fanning, you finally finished his nails. “I’m done!” You cheered. “What do you think?”

Miguel looked at his nails, nodding his head slowly in an approving matter. “Not bad.” He flexes his fingers, looking genuinely happy with his nails. You shook your head affectionately.

“See! And to think you were throwing a whole fit about it not too long ago.” You tease, twisting the polish closed. “I should give you French tips next time.” You got up from your chair and placed the polish back where it belonged.

“There isn’t going to be a next time.” He said.

There was a next time.

#across the spiderverse #into the spider verse #spiderman across the spiderverse #miguel ohara #miguel ohara x reader #miguel o’hara x daughter!reader #atsv miguel #miguel x you #miguel o’hara x daughter! reader #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara x teen! reader #miguel o’hara x teen!reader #miguel o’hara fic #miguel o’hara x kid!reader #miguel o’hara x reader platonic #miguel o’hara x y/n

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catherinnn · 1 year

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fight-stopper

after eddie and reader move in together on a little apartment of their own, they start fighting more often over household routinary things, to prevent this, they find the perfect fight-stopper.

warnings: SMUT +18, oral (f receiving), very suggestive material, domish Eddie, domestic and stablished relationship obviusly, cursing.

Eddie had just came home from work after a hard stressful day, he went to the kitchen to make himself some dinner only to be greeted with all the dishes you had used to cook, unwashed, one on top of the other in the sink waiting for someone to clean them. he walked back to the living room where you were laying on the couch reading peacefully as if the kitchen wasn't an entire mess.

"sweetheart, did you eat already?" he asked faking patience.

"Yeah, I cooked for both of us so you could just come back and eat, I know how tired you come back on Mondays" you said.

"That's... sweet, very thoughtful, but do I have to clean all the mess too? I mean, I know I'm not one to talk, but I at least do the dishes after cooking"

"No, I know but I was gonna wash them later, I really don't want to do that right now"

"Yeah, you never want to do them, I always end up doing the dishes, sometimes when I didn't even eat!"

"I'm sorry-"

"You were just waiting for me to come back and offer to clean them, weren't you?"

you couldn't deny that, he had caught you on that. you could be sounding a little childish or spoiled but you hated doing the dishes.

"I can't believe you, you're an adult now, you can't..."

he kept on complaining, and this wasn't the first fight you were having since you moved in. you wished it would be like the start of your relationship where all that mattered was sex and cuddles, being close to each other all the time. And that's when an idea popped into your head. if you had learned something about Eddie since you started dating was his love for you boobs, his absolute weakness if he had one.

so you decided to use that against him, it was all for the sake of stopping the fights really. you pulled your shirt up just enough so he could see them and maybe forget about the damn dishes.

and so he did, he stopped talking mid-sentence and stared at your chest.

"Is this how you want to handle this? alright" he ran to you and picked you up on his shoulder leading you to your room.

that's where this fight-stopper started and you both learned to use it to your conviction.

"EDDIE!" He heard you yell from the bedroom.

he cringed because he knew what this could be about and walked to you.

"Yes, princess?" he asked with his best puppy face.

"look at this MESS! you can't leave the bedroom like this, you're not living in your own room alone anymore, this stresses me out so much and you know that!"

he was looking for a Metallica shirt this morning, but he couldn't find it, so in desperation he started to throw everything out of the closet until he found it and then he just left, leaving all the pile of clothes on the floor.

"I know, I know, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry-"

"You have to be kidding me..."

as he heard you complain about his mess, he knew there was just one thing that would make you forget about it.

he walked to be in front of you and fell to his knees, he started leaving kisses on your thighs and repeated telling you how sorry he was. moving upwards with the kisses on your leg until he had his face under your skirt, with his hand he moved your panties to a side and started kissing your pussy. licking your clit just the perfect way to make every thought in your head fly away.

but one of his favorites so far was when he was showering one morning.

"Eds, please I need the bathroom too! you're taking too long!" you yelled from outside.

"I'm showering, y/n!" He responded and kept massaging the shampoo on his hair.

That was until he heard the bathroom door opening.

"y/n?" he called you.

you didn't respond this time, just undressed yourself and got in the shower too, you couldn't be late to work.

It's safe to say that you got there late anyways, but at least it wasn't because of a fight. and you got there with a satisfied look on your face.

maybe it wasn't the healthiest way of dealing with the problems you had on a day-to-day life. but the living together could be difficult to adjust to, and this was a method you kept using to prevent angry fighting and talk about the problem a lot more relaxed later.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson smut #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson blurb

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mediumsizedpidegon · 1 year

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I'm a big fan of having the Fentons opening up a portal to hell in their basement having some consequences that aren't just the ghosts coming through to mess with Amity Park.

Amity Park has to be drenched in ectoplasm by now. And mysterious ghostly substances can and should cause some side effects for both the town and its inhabitants.

Meaning: Danny is split half and half, both and neither, but he's not the only one toeing the line between ghost and human. he's just the most concentrated version of it.

Valarie and Jazz are first. The former has a full suit of ghost technology embedded into her body and the latter grew up in a house where safety protocols were enough of a joke that pure ectoplasm was stored in the fridge right next to dinner and it contaminated everything. Tucker and Sam are next: they were there when the Portal Incident happened and even though they weren't in the portal, they must have absorbed some of the backlash from it ripping a hole in space to the Infinite Realms, and they were further exposed from helping Danny fight ghosts.

everyone in the town is a little contaminated at the least. everyone is also a little more focused and obsessive than the average person. everyone's got a hobby or a craft or a couple causes that call to them. this goes unnoticed. Amity Park is just a passionate place, you know? Amity Park has some quirks– and the ghosts are 83 of them– but this is their town and they're not leaving for anything. It's the way of things, it's placing a live frog in cold water and slowly cranking the heat up to boiling. No one sees what they're becoming because the changes are so slow and they're affecting all of them. There's no outsider looking in alert people to how different their bodies, their priorities, their community are in comparison. It's a small town far enough away from anything important to be beneath notice. It's isolated enough that when change comes, no one recognizes it at their doorstep. It's small and unimportant enough that their neighboring towns, their state, and the rest of the nation call the ghosts attacking their town a hoax: a way to draw tourists in. (the claim to ghosts do not draw tourists in. the only "tourists" that go to Amity are the ones that have a wild spark in their eye and not much to lose. they end up staying more often than not.)

time + isolation = a new culture, or at least room for cultural shifts. The word "wish" is treated as taboo as the most vulgar curses. The parks bear an unusual amount of fruit (and who even planted those fruit trees? what even is this fruit?) are wild enough to count as small forests. Crows talk and old ladies think it charming. There's always live music going on somewhere, played by band kids and musicians that are... particularly strange. Some pets die and come back for dinner. The library has never before been hosting so many events, for groups of knitters, artists, hobby biologists, and college students showing off the powerpoints they made for fun. Every month a guy who really likes birds shows off his rescued parrots to starry-eyed kids. Seasonal decorations get... intense.

It's the way Amity Park is. The way it's always been, right?

#Eerie Amity Park #danny phantom #dp #danny fenton #jazz fenton #valarie grey #tucker foley #sam manson #this isn't even getting into physical changes I think are going down #extra teeth. stripes that some people think are just stretch marks at first. eyes that glow. eyes are so dark they suck in light.#my posts #amity park is weird

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gojoidyll · 7 months

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Infinity

Yandere ! Gojo x Female ! Reader

Part 8 | start over again

warnings | yandere!gojo, death, murder, implied that sukuna becomes a curse, etc.

Notes | this fic will be using she/her pronouns for y/n. Also this is a reincarnation fic, so Gojo's name will not be "Satoru" in this part. And please let me know if you want to be in a taglist for this series !! ^-^

Summary | And I'd choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I'd find you and I'd choose you.

Extra Note | This fic is now on wattpad under my username "icametolaughatyou" !!

Infinity Masterlist

GOJO SEIJI could not, for the life of him, find a way to make sure that y/n will love him in future reincarnations. In other words, he was left with a single option. To make sure this never happens again.

Granted, it would be difficult to ensure that y/n falls in love with him in every life. Not to mention that it is never simple when it comes to finding her either.

However, in every single life, he manages to find her, or she accidentally finds him. Both incidents are by chance, of course, but the chances are never zero.

So, how to deal with the current situation...

The answer was obvious. The two of them simply have to start over. Gojo hates starting over, but what other option does he have? Sukuna has touched her. Sure, her innocence is still in tact, but it won't be for long. Sukuna definitely comes off as the impatient type.

"Master?"

He turned in his chair and focused on the door. A smile coming to his face, she's here.

Despite her getting married to someone that wasn't him. He couldn't bring himself to be mad at her. In fact, he blames this whole mess on himself. Truthfully, he should of snatched her up the moment she walked right through the door when they first met.

He won't make the same mistake again.

"Come in."

Standing up, and making sure his clothes were in order, y/n came in a moment later and closed the door behind her.

"Master, I'm sure you're already aware, but I'm afraid I'll be leaving the Gojo estate in a few days, so.. if you want.. would you like to start looking for a new maid to assist you?"

His eyes scanned her for a moment. Completely and utterly enraptured by her mere presence.

"Of course. Though it'll be a shame to lose you."

Y/n smiled and shook her head, "I'm honestly not that good of a maid."

"Nonsense, if you were terrible, I would of kicked you out a long time ago."

That was a lie. Gojo would have never done that. He would of held onto her that much tighter. The mere thought of throwing her out sickens him.

Because in every single life she lived, she didn't get a happy ending. Even when she was reborn as his granddaughter.. at the end of it all. She had to die.

Just like how she has to die now.

She was in love with another man. Is being tainted by another man's touch. The two of them have to start over. Its the only way for things to be set right.

"You're always so kind to me, Master."

"Then why don't you stay?"

"Well.. even though I love working here. I want to, well, you know... be closer to Sukuna."

He felt his jaw clench, "that so?"

"Yes, I love him very much!"

"Does he do anything for you?"

She paused and frowned a little. Head tilting to the side as she thought over his question, "what do you mean?"

"What i mean is... what does he do for you? How did you fall in love with him?"

"Oh! Well thats easy! He's super nice to me, sure he was mean when we were kids, but all that changed when we got super close! He is always there for me and beats anyone up that messes with me! And .. how I fell in love with him ..," Gojo's eyes darkened at the lovestruck look on her face. How could she talk about another man like this?! Why can't she remember her past lives with him?! Why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why, why-

"Master?"

Her gentle touch made his senses go on overdrive when she laid a hand on his arm. Her eyes filled with worry.

"Are you alright? Are you not feeling well?"

He raised his hand and cupped her cheek. His form bending down to her height slightly so his lips could press down onto her forehead.

"Yeah, I'm feeling just fine. And don't worry y/n...I'll set everything right."

"What the fuck did you do?!"

Gojo faced Sukuna, arms crossed as the latter fumed and raged like a child having lost something dear to them.

"I did nothing, i have just come here to inform you that there has been an accident and that you're wife has passed-"

Gojo tilted his head to the side, easily dodging a blast of cursed energy directed his way.

"So angry. Her loss is terrible. But we all must move on."

Sukuna cracked his knuckles, "or maybe you were just too pissed that she wasn't yours so you went ahead and killed her."

Gojo made no move to enter a fighting stance. He merely continued to look down at the man. Eyes devoid of any emotion.

"I would never kill her. At least not with reason."

"The hell is that supposed to mean?!"

"Simple, I didn't kill her, I merely see it as me fixing what has been wronged in this life. A mere accident that won't ever happen again."

"Gojo..."

Gojo turned to leave the man, but before he left, he looked over his shoulder, "oh, so I won't forget, I'll just tell you now. In her next life, stay away from her."

Sukuna didn't have time to ask what the man meant by that, as Gojo was already gone.

And as his words started to sink, Sukuna finally understood.

"Sick son of a bitch."

To torment a girl in every reincarnation, how unexpected of the Gojo clan. Or more specifically, one man from the prestigious clan...

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I think one of the similarities between House and Chase that doesn't get mentioned that much is how fucking allergic they BOTH are to opening up. House is pretty obvious. But Chase? He's such a liar. He will do anything to NOT tell people about his personal shit. He lies to patients about it. He crafts a backstory. It's not as obvious as with House, because Chase is quite good at the Pleasant Facade, but like.

Here's a couple!

"I had a great time getting my tonsils removed, it's why I became a doctor!" Foreman, annoyed, points out he still has his tonsils. In S8, Chase explains the real reason: his mother used to lock him in his dad's study for hours on end, and he'd get bored and read textbooks.

"I did some antics as a teen, but my mother thought I turned out alright!" No, she didn't, she died when he was 17-18.

That one gifset from One Day, One Room. "Keep her asleep," Chase says, incredulous, because why in the world would you ever tell a patient about your past trauma? Why tell anyone?

His dad dies and he kills a patient. He clearly cared about Kayla, he'd bonded with her and her family. He pretends he was hungover and didn't give a shit. He refuses to tell Stacy or the board "I messed up because I was in shock/grieving," even though it ends up saving his job, until House pushes him to admit it. He would rather be sued and lose his job than admit "I was sad my dad died."

Most of his lies are actually meant to deflect from his personal life. He's much more private than I think he's given credit for: in the s1 episode with the nun, he lets it slip he hates nuns, and doesn't correct House when House (correctly) assumes he's a Catholic School Kid, but he doesn't tell House or anyone but the patient he actually went to seminary.

Socratic Method? He's clearly got some Issues with alcoholism, and, frustrated, calls Foreman out for assuming he doesn't know just because he's a rich kid. Foreman asks him directly, did you know someone like that? Chase doesn't answer. He spends the episode clearly identifying with the underage son of the patient, but never once utters the words "my mother was an alcoholic."

In 'Cursed,' when Cameron is prodding him about his father, he straight-up refuses to engage. She tries sympathy: nothing. She tries to relate: nothing. She gets frustrated: nothing. He tries very hard to avoid both his father and dealing with House, only opening up when forced. House also spends about half the episode trying to get the truth out of Chase, at one point even declaring they're going to talk about it now -- only for Chase to use the stairs to get away.

S6? He refuses to discuss the divorce, no matter who confronts him about it, no matter how gently. He claims he's fine, as he lies in the lounge, rubbing his ring-finger. He punches House just to get people to stop asking questions.

S8? He gets stabbed. Whenever one of his collogues ask how he's doing, he recites the same polite "thank you for your concern, but I'm doing very well" line in the same polite way.

The one running theme is that House is very good at getting the truth out of him. Half of these examples end with Chase losing it at House, telling the truth or blowing up or punching him in the face. Because. You know. Who else does that? Who else spends so much time avoiding talking about himself and his past and all the ways he's fucked up?

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slasher-key · 11 months

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All I Wanted (Charlie Walker)

I’m back bitches!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Pairing: Charlie Walker x GN!! Reader

Warnings: None a few curse words

You and Charlie have been dating, well, fake dating for almost a month. At first it was just to make Kirby jealous. It worked for a while, but she got over it quickly. So why are you both still together?

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“Nothing beats the original Y/N, you cannot convince me that Friday the 13th 2009, is better than the original.” Charlie says, shoving a hand full of popcorn in his mouth. “I’m not trying to convince you, I’m just telling you that I prefer to watch that one because of Travis Van Winkle.” I reply, with a small laugh. Charlie and I have been doing horror movie nights since we were kids. Tonight we are watching the original Friday the 13th, and we have been arguing about the remake for half the movie already. “So you’re telling me you only like it for the guys?” Charlie asks “Well, no, but it is a plus, but I also like the Jason better, he’s scarier, faster, and he has better kills.” I reply. “Okay, fine I’ll give you that, but you can’t beat the original.” He says “whatever” I say, rolling my eyes at him. We go back to watching the movie and my mind drifts off.

I start to think about the past month, Charlie and I have been fake dating for about a month now. He asked me after a party where he found Kirby making out with some guy. It made him jealous, so he wanted to make her jealous. This lead him to buy all the snacks and pizza at our movie night, and ask me if I would help him make her jealous. We have been “together” for a month and Kirby hasn’t even blinked an eye toward him. But for some reason it feels very natural, it’s not awkward when he calls me pet names, or when he kisses me goodbye, even when he comes up behind me with his surprise hugs. It felt real sometimes, but then I have to remind myself that, it’s not. No matter how bad I want him.

“You okay love?” Charlie asks, I look over at him, and he has a concerned look on his face. “Yeah I’m fine, why do you ask?” I reply, trying my best to give off a weird vibe. “Well you didn’t do you usual rant about them killing off Kevin Bacon after his death scene, and you’ve barely touched any of the snacks I bought, I know how much you love your gummy worms,” He says.

I didn’t reply. I couldn’t think of a lie fast enough. I can’t tell him I want to be his real girlfriend and not his fake one. Not only will it ruin what we have now, but he still likes Kirby. “Y/N just tell me what’s going on, I’m worried about you,” he says. whipping the few tears that fell from my eyes. I just want to yell at him and tell him “I’M IN LOVE WITH YOU STUPID”. Charlie’s eyes go wide “wait what?” he says, eyebrows furrowing together in confusion. “I didn’t mean to say that, Charlie I’m so sorry,” I say cutting him off. “No don’t be sorry, look at me and tell me what you meant, you don’t have to keep anything from me,” he says, lifting my chin with his finger to make me look at him. “Tell me Y/N” he says. here goes nothing.

“Well, I liked you for a long time when we were younger, but I didn’t want to mess up our friendship. Then we got to high school, and you had this huge crush on Kirby. So I wanted to help you so you could be happy, but now we’ve been doing this whole fake dating thing for almost a whole month, and I can’t take it anymore. It all feels so real, and I love it. But then I realize that it isn’t, and you’re not really mine. It’s all just for you to get with Kirby. So yeah my feeling are a little hurt, but it’s whatever as long as you get you happy ending with Kirby.” I ramble, I sound like a fucking idiot. But I needed to get that out.

When I am done rambling, I look back at Charlie and he is smiling at me. “why are you smiling so hard?” I ask, confusion written on my face. “Okay, don’t kick my ass, but, the whole fake dating thing might or might not have been a way for me to get closer to you. yeah, at first I did have a small crush on Kirby. But the more we started hanging out and going on fake dates, and acting like a couple. The more I wanted it to be real, the more I wanted you to be mine. I will admit it was a dick move, but I didn’t know hot to tell you that I was madly in love with you, and I’m sorry.” Charlie rambles.

“So this whole time you were trying to get me to fall for you?” I ask “Pretty much, yes, I’m sorry I lied to you.” He replies. I could help myself, I grab Charlie’s face in my hands and pull him in for a kiss. A real one this time.

“So will you be my real girlfriend Y/N?” he says, when we pull away “Of course I will.” I say pulling him in for another kiss.

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