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Heaven For You: Part 4

A/N: Steve being an idiot, is a warning. We love him, but he’s an idiot

“You could have anyone!”

“I want you.” Steve’s calmness was as eery as his assurance that you were the one he had wanted, the one he had always wanted.

“Find someone else, this isn’t what I need right now.” The dress has been stylized to fit the theme, the aged 1940s’ that had come and gone, a distant memory. They were an aesthetic now, nothing but a fantasied era of demure women and handsome men.

“He didn’t deserve you, he didn’t deserve anything you gave him.” There was a hard edge to his words, a hard turn that stopped you in your tracks, the soft-paced circle that you’d done on the balcony had amused him.

He thought everything you did was precious, he looked at you as if you had no faults.

That trait in itself was one of his, he thought you were perfect for every future goal he had.

“What gives you the right-!” You start back toward him and raise your hand to strike him, and at that moment he grabbed your wrist and spun you, keeping your back to his chest.

“I’m observant, Y/N. I know that bastard broke your heart, I know that he tried to destroy you.”

“You think I don’t want you because a stupid boy broke my heart?” You yanked at your bound wrists, you tried to pull yourself away from him. “I don’t want to lose everything I’ve worked for. I want to make a difference-“

Steve let you go, he let you pull free from him and then he watched you stumble toward your clutch. He watched you yank it from the balcony and tuck it under your arm before he stepped into line with you, a hand settling on the small of your back.

“Let me walk you back, doll.” His fingers brushed back and forth in languid strokes, heat pooling from his hand through your dress.

“Why? You can’t be expecting to get lucky from me. There’s plenty of other women-“

“Calm down, doll. I’m not expecting anything, but I can’t let my best girl get home without an escort.”

“I’m fine-“

“Let me do this.” He insisted with a greater influence, and you would have said no entirely if it wasn’t for the doors opening and the eyes of the other guests coming upon both of you.

“This means nothing.” You grit your teeth and let him escort you, promising yourself that he would move on once you showed enough disinterest.

“You look beautiful.” His compliment reaches your ears and it acts as a buffer for the cameras that start flashing the moment you two step out of the vehicle.

The garden party is private and Steve told you that it would be intimate and yet the scene outside of the venue is chaotic. There are flashes from cameras that feel blinding, the mix of questions being asked and thrown at the two of you had added to the overall state of assuming chaos.

And then, beyond the wall of cameras and reporters, you could see a few protestors behind a barricade. The few that were screaming obscenities at Steve and yourself were aggressive and antagonistic. Few were holding signs acutely comparing you to a ragged whore that Steve only kept around to be fucked. They had compared you to dirt beneath their feet, nothing but trash and disease rampant in your life.

“Warm greeting.” You muttered, looking at the protestors who were only attacking you. “They have high opinions.”

“It’s not true, Y/N.” Steve stopped both of you from walking and tucked his hand beneath your chin. He made you look at him and captured your gaze in his own, searching your face as people watched, cameras flashing and screams being shouted.

His hand was comforting, his gaze was soft and endearing. He had stood before you as your husband in this reality, a hero and the great leader of the north and south continents. He was akin to royalty, a king that had turned his empire for the better. In his eyes, you were his Queen and he wouldn’t stand for the kind of berating comments that were being thrown at you.

“You are beautiful, breathtaking. You’re strong and powerful.” He spoke praise that was caught by the media, that had been picked up by the reporters who were obsessed with your falsified love story.

“And..?”

“And you’re my wife, and that earns my unkempt admiration and protection.” Steve leaned in, his lips grazing against your own while you were trapped against him.

“I chose you because I love you and because you are the perfect woman for this role. There is no one else I would ever want.”

When Steve had pulled away from you after that kiss and he had cupped your hand in his again, you took stark notice of the protestors that had been removed from the venue, their lack of screams bringing a renewed sense of peace.

He began walking with you again, you tucked by his side like the power couple he had played you off to be. He was the man you knew in the reality he ripped you both from, proud and tall with the confidence that was natural for Captain America. From the reality you were ripped from to this one, the media seemed to be obsessed with Steve Rogers to the point where it seemed as if he could do no wrong.

You had known the truth, behind the image he’d made for himself was a man who was loyal to a fault, in such a way that he would have burned the world down for the people he cared about. He was a moral pillar, he knew what he wanted and what he needed, what he had stood for and would not be moved. Steve Rogers was the great Captain America, and he had done what no one else could or even would have thought of.

You knew that he used the Infinity Stones to create an alternate reality in which he and the people he cared about were the designated leaders of the continents and regions. And he had taken you from the world you knew to be his wife and his ipso-facto queen, the woman he wanted above all others.

“You could have anyone-“

“-but I want you.”

The decorum of the venue was immaculate and sophisticated. The walls of the venue were not like you had expected them to be, with crown moulding or gold trim. Rather, the walls were living and made of green fauna and climbing vines.

The walls had bared beautiful flowers that clung to the surface with perfected engineering and had acted as a pathway leading you back out to the open garden. You were captivated by the designs of the colourful living wall, the fauna and flowers crafted to make symbols and images that were a precursor to the rest of the natural beauty.

“Do you like it?” Steve’s hands rose on your back, steadying you when you stopped to admire the architecture. “The living wall-“

“I never knew they could do this.” You stated, reaching out to rest your hand against the greenery, the soft petals of flowers and the velvet blades of fauna brushing softly against your palm.

“I knew you would like it.” Steve hummed, lightly stroking your back as he stood by your side, giving you all the time you wanted or needed to admit the breathtaking feature before you pulled away.

He was a steady figure by your side, escorting you to the entrance of the garden as your guard, your keeper and your husband. He was a man who had won the hearts and the admiration of more people than you had been aware of, although it was some of the women who were in attendance that had made their stalwart appreciation for the hero abundantly clear.

From the moment you stepped outside and people had begun to greet the two of you as a couple, you were aware of the derogatory looks some women had been giving you. It was clear they didn’t hold you in high regard, it was clear that their envy and their spite were for your position and your relationship with Steve.

It was as if they had thought you were unfit to be by his side as if they could have done a better job at being the kind of wife he needed. Perhaps they thought they could be more regal, more serving and more attentive. Maybe they wished they could be on their knees in front of him entertaining him when he needed it most, maybe they thought you were a whore that had fucked your way to the top.

It wasn’t all of the women in attendance that had looked at you with ire and disgust. There were a few who hated you from the moment they saw you, yet there were even more who had greeted you with warmth and pleasantries.

The women that hadn’t held such ire and spite for you as Steve’s wife and ‘queen’ in this reality, had introduced themselves with an air of equal regality and sophistication. You were greeted and introduced to women who were from all walks of life and different circumstances, women who had been bred and born for politics and others who had been inspired to make a difference and help shape the world to be a peaceful place.

“You wanted to make a difference and you have, sweetheart,” Steve whispered in your ear. “We have made a difference. Women are safer, they gave me opportunities, and healthcare is available for them when they need it.”

“Sounds like you have everything figured out.” It was hard not to be impressed by this, by everything he had done.

“We, together.” Steve was attentive, he was protective. “We’re making a difference. This is the world as it should be.”

“And you’re the leader of it all? Of the Avengers?” Your hushed conversation was away from the crowds, with no one bothering to try and listen in on the two of you.

“The Avengers are in control of the continents. We’re safeguarding the earth, we’ve made a difference. There’s more equality now than there ever has been.” He had tucked his hand beneath your chin and raised your head, he made you look at him. “There’s a lot left to do, there’s more that can be done but you and me-“

“The rebels, the people you pushed out-”

“They’re a risk, of course, they are. They’re trying to gain back what was forcibly taken from them but we’re working on it.” He reassured you with a level of calm, and the astute promise that only Steve Rogers, Captain America, could make.

“I’ll be frank, Captain Rogers….” Of all the members of the council he had interacted with, it was this man that had easily gotten under Steve’s skin like no one else.

“There’s a place for wives, and a place for women you can fuck like whores. You can love your wife, provide for her and keep her safe as you have, but a whore-“

Steve’s simpered laugh had stopped the council member in his tracks, ending the pathetic excuse for him to bring a Madam to the garden party. The Madam, through no fault of her own, was invited on behalf of Steve without his knowledge and had truly expected to set up Steve with one of her girls.

“I’m a man of honour, councillor. I know that’s a foreign concept to you since you’ve fucked every cheap whore in the political circle, but I am not you.” Steve straightened his tie and looked at you from the corner of his eyes, watching you interact with a few women who were trying to make a break onto the political stage.

“I love my wife, I would burn the world to the ground and not think twice if she asked me to.” Steve’s jaw clenched and he balled his hands into fists, his eyes growing darker with malice.

“You’ve overstepped your bounds, you’ve insulted me and my wife.”

“Captain Rogers, I didn’t-“

“No, don’t start trying to back down from it now.” Steve’s low chuckle, husky and dark, had promised violence. “You think my wife can’t make me happy? You think my wife cannot please me?”

“S-sir-“ he stuttered and blubbered, fear rolling off him in thick waves. “I-I didn’t-“

Steve took a step closer to the councillor and glowered down at the pathetic sight of the cowering man, and cleared his throat. “I don’t take kindly to men who insult my wife. Y/N is my fucking queen and if you ever try and insult her again, I’ll break every bone in your body.”

“Please!” He squeaked frighteningly, beads of sweat rolling down his cheeks and neck. “Please-!”

“Madam,” Steve recoiled and addressed the woman in charge of the bordello, “I’d like to respectfully decline your services, if you’re looking for work for your girls, I have an avenue for you.”

“Can’t wait to work with you, Captain Rogers.” She smiled respectfully and tapped her nails on her waist. “You’re wife is a lucky woman.”

“No,” Steve corrected her, turning his head and fixating his attention upon you, “I’m the lucky one. She’s my whole world, I wouldn’t be anything without my wife.”

The conversation ended with the promise to talk later. It was a short conversation and Steve had briefly made eye contact with the head of security for the event, a subtle nod coming across as a notification to let Steve know that the task he was given was done. The councilman who had tried to question your abilities to make Steve happy, and even the one before that had gone through with the task of hiring Steve a hooker, were dealt with.

The escort was paid accordingly, no harm coming to the innocent woman, and the councilman was severely reprimanded by the necessary forces.

The act and the dealings of that situation were handled without you ever knowing, without you even being aware that someone was trying to come between your marriage.

You didn’t need to know that some of the men on the council thought that Steve should have a harem at his disposal to fuck with when he was needy. They thought they knew what was best, and it ended as soon as he heard of it.

The final straw was today; it would not happen again.

And when Steve got back from the mission he was set to go on, he would shuffle the cabinet as it desperately needed to be.

“Natasha,” he had greeted his longtime friend halfway between the two halves of the garden, leaning in to kiss her cheek tenderly, “I’m glad to see you here.”

“You haven’t told her yet.” Natasha hugged Steve, conveying the message with a scolding tone that had been passed between friends. “Why’d you wait so long, ass?”

“She’s still having a hard time adjusting.” Steve reasoned with Natasha, slowly looking past her to lock eyes with you, noting your furrowed brows and pursed lips. “I’m going to tell her now.”

“You’re an idiot.” Natasha rolled her eyes and smacked his shoulder, her red-stained lips forming a half-smirk. “You waited too long to tell her and you’re going to tell her now?”

“Bad timing, I know,” Steve admitted sheepishly, a kind of bashfulness taking hold of him. “Your wife is here?”

“My wife,” Natasha spoke with pride and looked over her shoulder, “has been talking to your wife for over an hour. They like each other.”

“Good,” Steve exhaled in relief, relaxing once more, “I’m glad. I…I would kill for her.”

“We would both kill for our wives, Steve. Let’s hope it doesn’t come to that.” Natasha stepped back and sized him up before she shook her head, laughing under her breath. “Wait until fatherhood hits you, you’re going to have fun.”

“Nat-“

“I mean you worry now but once pregnancy hits, it’s a different experience.”

“How far along is she?” Steve questioned Natasha, admiring the happiness and the excitement that flashed in her green eyes.

“5 months, it’s a boy.” There was such clear and evident pride in her voice, it almost made Steve envious. “I can feel the baby move now, and my wife gets more beautiful every day.”

She stepped in line with Steve, the two of them lowly crossing the other half of the garden to meet their respective wives. As the two had come to stop before their wives, the conversation had tapered off until a stalwart silence came over the four of them, with Natasha poignantly staring Steve down.

“It was really nice meeting you.” Natasha’s wife rest a hand on her belly, rubbing the bump softly and protectively. “I really enjoyed talking to you.”

“Yes,” your reply was amicable and polite, nothing aggressive aimed toward her in the slightest, “congratulations on your baby.”

“4 months left!” She squealed quietly and smiled brightly.

“Baby,” Natasha crooned and reached for her wife’s hand, “Steve and Y/N have a lot to talk about-“

“Oh! Right, well…thanks for the advice about morning sickness, I guess being a nurse you’ve seen a lot of it.” She leaned in to give you a hug before she pulled away and leaned against Natasha, softly laughing when the former had kissed her wife affectionately.

“Natasha’s alive.” You exhaled slowly, taking in the image of the two as they walked away together. “She’s alive and married, she’s having a baby…”

“Everything is right in the world.” Steve had taken his place by your side and rest his hand on the small of your waist. “Natasha has the happy ending like she wanted, like she deserved.”

“Who else?” You asked with a demand.

“Bucky,” Steve angled himself between you and the crowds of people milling about, “Bucky was never tortured. Tony and Pepper have Morgan, they’re happy and safe-“

“All that loss and pain-“

“I fixed it, I gave them a happy ending. I gave them what they deserved and then I gave myself the same.” Steve cupped your cheek, softly and languidly brushing his thumb against your flesh.

“You could have had anyone.”

“I wanted you-“

“Steve please-“ You spoke over each other, drowning out what the other was saying.

“I have to talk to you about something.”

“What other surprise could you possibly have for me?” You turned on him, irritated and annoyed.

“I have to go on a mission, I’m going to be leaving.” Steve could see every emotion that had passed on your face and in your eyes as the news had sunk in that he was leaving.

His eyes searched yours, he watched every passing and fleeting shift as the wheels in your head turned.

“When did you find out?” You asked airily, your voice shaking and your eyes steadily widening the longer the air of silence came between you two. “When did you find out that you were leaving? When do you leave?”

“I have to leave tomorrow, first thing in the morning.” He tried to cup your other cheek, he attempted to comfort you when he caught a flicker of fear flash in your eyes.

“When did you find out?” Your voice shook, it trembled with every beat.

“I knew for a few days-“

“And you just told me now? Are you serious? You thought now was a good time to tell me?”

“Y/N, baby-“

“You’re such an asshole.” You smacked his hands away from you, your widened eyes conveying more than he had imagined. “You’re such an asshole.”

You stepped away from him, you stepped back and swallowed thickly while your heart raced. Your chest rose and fell rapidly with every shaking breath, your eyes becoming blurry with every passing second.

“Sweetheart-“

“No, you don’t get to do that. You don’t-“

“Can you please listen to me-“

“NO!” You raised your voice and took another step back, your hands shaking. “Just stop, stop. You waited until now to tell me? Until the day before you’re supposed to leave?”

“I didn’t want you to worry for a week-”

“You should’ve told me, you should’ve-“ you turned sharply on your heel, you pushed yourself through the crowds while heading back toward the entrance of the garden.

You could hear him following you, you could heard him coming after you through the garden and into the beautiful entranceway to the venue.

“Y/N, stop-“

“You always have to be fucking hero. You always have to do what you think is right, damn everyone else.” You stopped shy of the entrance, just long enough to pull your heels from your feet and tuck them under your arm.

“Ya know, I didn’t want this. I didn’t want any part of it and then you claim to be so invested in this life, in this role you have made for yourself and you don’t even have the fucking decency to tell me you’re leaving-“

“Baby, please just listen to me okay?” He reached for your hands, he reached out toward you only to be rebuffed again.

“Just fucking go!” You cut him off, your voice shaking and your heart racing. “Don’t wait until tomorrow, go now. Just leave now you asshole!”

You turned away from him again, and left the venue heading to the vehicles waiting for you. You didn’t dare look back at him, you didn’t dare turnaround. You threw your heels into the backseat and slammed the door behind you, your anger rolling off you in waves, radiating with every beat of your heart.

Conveying emotions beyond anger was a task you didn’t want, and yet you were afflicted by it.

“Y/N, darling-“ the door opened and shut again, Steve’s body mere inches from yours.

“Don’t fucking talk to me.” You cut him off, anger seeping through your skin. “I don’t want to see you, I don’t want to hear from you.”

“Do you want me to leave?” He questioned, his hand reaching for yours. “When we get back home-“

“Yes.” You answered short. “Leave.”

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sacredjake · 1 year

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add yourself to my taglist! *if you do not have your age in your bio, you will NOT be added as this blog is 18+

Beautiful- this fic was written for Kay as a secret santa gift. friends to lovers, fluff. (a/n- this fic needs severe editing. i am so sorry. i will get to it)

Champagne and Fireworks- Josh x Reader. Enemies to lovers. A collab with @gold-mines-melting

coming soon

Moon To Me- Jake x Reader. fluff and pining. WIP- part three coming soon.

Animals- Jake x Reader. smut. one shot.

Fade Into You- Jake x Reader. fluff and angst. one shot.

Heaven & Hell- Jake x Reader. smut.

Carpe Noctem- Jake x Siren!Reader. Fantasy AU, Soulmate AU.

After Dark- Danny x Reader. smut. one shot.

Fast Times- Biker!Danny x Reader. fluff.

For You- Danny x reader. fluff, written as a birthday gift

To Be Loved By You- Sam x Reader. angst, drinking, fluff, pining. one shot.

Teach Me- Professor!Sam x 21+ College Student!Reader. series. *discontinued*

Peanut Butter Blossom- Written to Rhi as a secret santa gift. Friends to lovers, fluff.

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galatially · 1 year

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❝𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬❞

𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒔𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒔𝒂𝒕 𝒐𝒏 𝒈𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔, 𝒊𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒓 𝒐𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒅𝒔, 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒔 𝒍𝒂𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒊𝒓 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒕. 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒂𝒔𝒌𝒆𝒅, 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒍𝒅 𝑮𝒐𝒅𝒔 𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒌𝒆, "𝑾𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒆𝒅𝒊𝒆𝒔 𝒃𝒆𝒇𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒇𝒐𝒐𝒍𝒔 𝒊𝒏 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆."

𝑡𝑎𝑘𝑒 𝑚𝑒 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦

𝑘𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑜𝑢𝑟 𝑤𝑎𝑦 𝑡𝑜 ℎ𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑛

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𝑏𝑒𝑠𝑖𝑑𝑒 𝑦𝑜𝑢

𝑠𝑎𝑙𝑡 𝑤𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑟

#galatially #what tragedies #what tragedies masterlist #greek myths au #take me away #kill our way to heaven #favorite crime #beside you #salt water #orpheus!pietro maximoff x eurydice!black!reader #dark!hades!billy russo x persephone!black!reader #zeus!thor odinson x hera!black!reader #eros!joaquin torres x psyche!black!reader #poseidon!brunnhilde x amphitrite!black!reader

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meownotgood · 1 year

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morning sex with aki 🥺🥺🤲

at the break of dawn, lust blown eyes, aki being drunk in love at your sight, sweet and desperate whines.... hnnnnnn MAGS ARE YOU SEEING THE VISION

Also I love the way you characterize Aki 🤍

DEAR ANON I HAVE BEEN HOARDING YOUR ASK FOR WEEKS BECAUSE I WAS WORKING ON IT BUT I FINALLY POSTED IT, I POSTED 5K WORDS FOR YOU, ANON ARE YOU PROUD OF MEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!

#I SAW THE VISION. I DEFINITELY SAW IT #I appreciate you!!!! i hope you like it!!!!!!#I was actually planning a morning smex with aki fic for a very long time haha #but when you sent me your ask I decided to work on it #and then I got.... distracted #but I finally finished it.... I hope it's to your taste....#sorry.... I wasn't ignoring you.... I appreciate you #I'll add the fic to my masterlist as soon as I get home it's called heaven is a bedroom #kissing and hugging you #ask mags

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virtue-and-beneviolence · 1 year

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𝕳𝖊𝖆𝖛𝖊𝖓

𝕳𝖆𝖓𝖒𝖆 𝕾𝖍𝖚𝖏𝖎

Synesthesiac Shuji ʜᴇᴀᴅᴄᴀɴᴏɴ

Soft Hours with Shuji ғʟᴜғғ

How I met my gangster ғʟᴜғғ

Stick n’ Poke ᴘʟᴀᴛᴏɴɪᴄ ғʟᴜғғ

Schoolyard Warden ᴘʟᴀᴛᴏɴɪᴄ

Cool kids don't cry ᴘʟᴀᴛᴏɴɪᴄ

Shuji (fluff, bc of berry)

Shuji (YandereLite? Fluff?)

Shuji (tattoo artist reader bc of settie)

Shuji (clingy fluff bc of vivi)

𝕾𝖆𝖓𝖟𝖚 𝕳𝖆𝖗𝖚𝖈𝖍𝖎𝖞𝖔

Sanzu ғʟᴜғғ

𝕳𝖆𝖎𝖙𝖆𝖓𝖎 𝕽𝖎𝖓𝖉𝖔𝖚

I’ll prove it ғʟᴜғғ

All sales final ғʟᴜғғ

𝕯𝖗𝖆𝖐𝖊𝖓

Draken (comfort/fluff)

𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔱 𝔞 𝔱𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢 𝔬𝔣 𝔥𝔢𝔩𝔩?

#its gonna be the heaven half of the masterlist in a day or so #hush virtue #vi theme construction #ew i was lazy and dragged the divideres if you see the links imm kms #um its still ugly but ill work on it

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chuluoyi · 5 months

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Baby gojo and daddy gojo not wanting to share mama gojo😭✋i-

࿐ ࿔ 🕰️ 「 06:20 P.M 」

aww this is so cute of course this is the first i worked on after getting back from my weekend break <3 and actually i have this one similar ask too so i combined yours with theirs! here's some cute blinking gojo in phantom parade and okay now let us have some crack and make gojo suffer

a part of gojo's love entries

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“bwah!” a nudge.

“myah!” a shove.

and then—

“waaa!” a… slap (?) on the cheek.

“huh?” satoru winced, touching where the baby’s palm just connected with his face, blinking rapidly. so he wasn’t imagining things. this really was happening in front of his eyes.

and it was the baby—his baby.

your giggles filled the air in response.

“hey, you,” satoru took on a very stern look and an exaggerated frown, glaring at his own son. the baby merely babbled at him innocently, blinking his wide crystal blue eyes that mirrored his. “bad, bad minion. this is a very serious issue. you shouldn’t do that, you hear?”

the serious issue being each time he tried to lean closer to steal a kiss from you, your son always found a way to repel him away with his tiny hands.

you snorted at his righteous tone. “he’s just protecting me. even your kid knows you’re a danger.”

a gasp left your husband’s shiny lips, mockingly in disbelief. “me? a danger? i make your life a heaven on earth!”

“heav—pfft—”

“i give you love, food, my body—” he emphasized, pointing at himself for a dramatic effect, and you threw your head back, dissolving into a fit of laughter even more, “—heck, i even give you this naughty baby!”

“wha—no! that’s team effort!”

“still! and now he is staging an uprising against me?” satoru cheekily eyed his child, who was now clutching the fabric of your blouse, tiny fingers playing with the shiny diamonds of your necklace—a gift from satoru too, actually.

“look at him go,” he grumbled, his eyes following each little movement his son made, then dramatically yelped when the boy pawed at your breasts. “hey! no touching! those are mine!”

“please.” you almost choked on your laugh. your silly husband always had a way to make things sound funnier than they actually were, and that was what made you fall in love with him more each day, really. “the milk is his!”

“he can have the cow’s! and more importantly, it’s thanks to me that you’re so milky—”

“satoru! you’re so uncouth i can’t—!”

“see? you’re laughing so much! this proves enough that i make you happy every day!”

later that night, after you put your baby to sleep in his crib, satoru gently poked his cheek, his expression tender despite his pursed lips. “he is out like a light…”

satoru might whine a lot, but ultimately, you couldn’t miss the look of adoration and fondness that made him the father of your child. even without saying it out loud, you knew that he would willingly put everything aside and sacrifice anything—first of all, himself—if it was meant for his dearest, most precious treasure.

knowing he'd do the same for you only served to melt your heart even more. and you felt full—so full, in fact, with warmth and love and anything that was soft.

you really do love him, don’t you?

“look at him, he’s like a shrimp,” your husband pointed out, still gazing at his baby in wonder as he kept poking and prodding at the chonky rolls of his little arms, and you thought, nothing could have been more precious than this.

“satoru.”

“yeah?” he turned instantly at the sound of his name, but before he could react further—

you stood on your tiptoes and planted a swift smooch on his cheek, putting the overflowing love you held for him in it. “mwah!”

“…?!”

for the next three seconds, satoru malfunctioned. the brush of your sweet lips on his cheek was so innocent that he was rendered speechless. heat steadily gathered on his face, turning him pink despite himself.

“you…” he groaned, collecting himself, a dopey smile was quickly plastered on his face to cover up his setback as you burst into hearty laughter. “now you’ve started it…” and then he latched on you with a glint of a joker, launching a full-blown tickle attack.

“a—ah! why?! satoru! ahahahaha!”

. . .

safe to say, your wheezes effectively awoke your son from his slumber, and as a bit of payback, you left satoru in the dust to deal with the crying baby, both of them whimpering in unison since he had absolutely no clue how to comfort the little one.

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yawnderu · 4 months

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Having a bimbo girlfriend is the best thing to ever happen to Simon Riley. Not only does he get to be with someone who looks like an angel— you act like one, too.

“Keep your eyes closed, Si. This thingy can blind you.” You sound fully convinced of it as you apply the skincare over his eyebrows, the pads of your fingers running over his rough skin with a gentleness he's never experienced. “‘S not gonna blind me, bird.” He reassures, yet he still keeps his eyes closed and fully focuses on the sensation of the cool liquid being smeared all over his face, matching with you.

“You don’t know that.” A quiet chuckle comes out of him because he does, in fact, know that none of the ingredients can blind him— he read the bottle in secret.

You finish applying the product on his skin, planting a gentle kiss on his chapped lips before you hum softly, face scrunching up as you feel the dryness of his lips.

“Wait.” There's pure amusement in his eyes as he sees you jog out of the room, coming back not even 10 seconds later out of breath, but with a stick of lip balm in your hand.

“Do this.” You make a kissy face and he doesn't hesitate to copy you, trying his best not to smile as you steal a kiss before starting to carefully apply the lip balm on his dry lips. He has never been taken care of like this— never even dared to dream about it, yet this is his reality now.

“Much better, isn't it?” Simon might as well have died right on the spot and went to heaven with the way you grin up at him, the light above you almost looking like a halo.

It takes a few seconds of staring at you before he's nodding his head, getting up to steal a kiss, a genuine smile on his face as you smack his arm softly and scold him for smearing the lip balm.

Bimbo!Reader Masterlist

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taexoxosgf · 2 months

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LEE MARK FIC REC LIST

s, smut | f, fluff | a, angst | suggestive is noted

give all these authors so much love please!!!! i had to include as much as possible!! supa long fic rec list ;) recommendation masterlist here

this is (not) easy *personal fav [ friends with benefits!mark x fem! reader ] s,f,a

sweet cream, cold brew [ nerd barista!mark x fem!reader ] s,f

raw. [ established relationship ] s

delphinium , part two [ virgin religious!mark x pagan reader ] s,f

the marriage and baby project [ fake dating au, roommate au ] s,f,a

sunday kind of love [ frat!mark x inexperienced/soft fem!reader ] s,f

flipside [ street racing au, strangers to lovers au ]

cherry flavored thoughts [ perv nerd!mark x popular fem!reader ] s

gorgeous [ college/football au ] s,f

follow through. [ bestfriends to lovers ft. haechan ] s

eyes on you. [ roommate's brother!mark x fem!reader ] s

watch me [ barista!mark x fem!reader, voyeurism ] s

pretty boy [ shy!mark x openminded/playful fem!reader ] s

surviving no nut november [ mark x fem! reader ft. haechan ] s

safety zone [ university au, best friends to lovers, roommates au ] f,a, suggestive

spider boy; 이민형 [ spiderman!mark x fem!reader, established relationship ] f, suggestive

closed doors. [brother's friend!mark x fem!reader, roommate au ] s

jealousy [ almost step-siblings au ] s,a

deal with it [ established relationship, argument au ] s

real talk [ line chef!mark x fuckgirl!reader ] s,f

on edge [ boyfriend's brother!mark x fem!reader, infedelity au ] s

play with me [ bestfriend!mark x fem! reader, car sex ] s,f

give me the greenlight [ street racing au, childhood friends to lovers ] s,f,a

nervously in love [ established relationship ] s,f

across the room *self promo hehe [ idol!mark x idol fem!reader ] s

roomie high [ stoner roommate!mark x fem!reader ] s

suck my kiss [mark x bandmate fem!reader ] s,f

may i be blunt? [stoner!mark x fem!reader ] s

the best man. [ stranger!mark x fem!reader, wedding au ] s

elevator pitch [ frat boy!mark x fem!reader ] f,a

craving you like the devil craves heaven [ priest!mark x succubus!reader ] s

kiss u right now [ best friend!mark x fem!reader ] s,f

this is new [ loss of virginity au ] s,f

rule breaker [ rockstar au, band au ] s

limit. [ gryffindor!mark x fem!reader ] s

mixtape moans. [ shy!mark x cheerleader!reader ] s

make me sin [ churchboy!mark x fem!reader, childhood friends au ] s,f,a

mark me in your heart [ drug dealer!mark x bartender!reader ] s,a

monetary value. [ rich kid!mark x rich kid!reader ] s,f,a

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armxnh · 5 months

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i know we just met, but i love you

synopsis: love at first sight with the tokyo revengers men.

characters: manjiro 'mikey' sano, takashi mitsuya, chifuyu matsuno

genre: fluff

warnings: none (i think...?)

masterlist.

manjiro 'mikey' sano

"ken-chinnnn" the leader of the toman whined at his taller friend. draken rolled his eyes in response, "no mikey, drop it."

"come onnnn-" the said man pouted exaggeratedly, "what did i do wrong?"

"nothing." the delinquent replied taking his wallet out of the pocket of his jacket, "you just don't need to eat twenty-five taiyaki."

"sorry to bother you but there are a lot of people who are waiting take their orders so if you could-" daiki, as it was written on his name tag, tried to cut them off from behind the counter.

for the past ten minutes, the two delinquents were arguing about their order. draken wanted to buy mikey five taiyaki, while mikey wanted his friend to buy him twenty-five of them.

draken turned his head to the cashier, "yeah, so five taiyaki and-"

"twenty-five taiyaki." "damn you-"

"hurry up! unlike other people, some of us have important things to do!" a customer yelled from the back of the line.

manjiro snapped his head to the back of the line, narrowing his eyes at the older man who had just yelled at him. "see now you're making people angry, mikey. 'm not gonna spend ¥5,272 on snacks."

"i need to eat a lot if i want to be taller!"

"for the last time. you won't get taller! you are at your maximum height!"

"alright! i'm not going through this again." a soft voice cut both of them before they could start the same argument they had 2 minutes ago. "daiki, i'll pay for their order- just make his goddamn snacks, please."

when manjiro turned to look at the person who 'saved his life', he felt like he has just died and miraculously came back to life as he made eye contact with you.

you were... pretty.

his eyes were set on you, taking in every single detail he could as if he was scared to forget how you look the second he'll look away.

"thank you, but that's not necessary!" draken politely thanked you as you grabbed your fidelity card of the small shop.

"don't worry about it! after all, those fidelity points have to be used for something." you waved him off, looking back at daiki, "could you also add my regular oder with that, please daiki?"

"o-of course, (y/n)!" the young worker quickly tapped your oder in the computer, a red hue covering his cheeks when you smiled at him.

"mikey, what do you say?" draken looked at his friend, hinting him to thank you, but his words fell into deaf ears as mikey kept looking at you like you hung the moon and stars in the sky.

"mikey?" He nudged the said man's shoulder trying to snap him out of his thoughts, only to be ignored once more.

the tall blond dropped the smile as he turned to his friend hitting the side of his head, finally snapping him out of his thoughts, "mikey!"

"um? what?" mikey barely glanced at draken when he responded, his heartbeat increasing when you looked back at him with your receipt in hand.

"i said, what do you say to the girl who just bought you your snacks?" he replied, glancing between the two of you clearly wondering why his friend was acting weird all of the sudden.

"marry me."

ken ryuguji never whipped his head to look at his friend so fast in his life. What the hell did he just said?!

you felt your face warm up at his words, chuckling as you walk past him, placing your hand on his shoulder, "do you ask every girl who buys you snacks to marry you?"

manjiro felt like he was in heaven when you stood closer to him. how can someone be so pretty and be so nice and smell so good and be so pretty at the same time.

"what?" toman's leader came back down to earth when you handed him the box filled of taiyaki. "did i say that out loud?" manjiro mumbled, frowning to himself. before looking back at you, just to see you making your way outside. "hey- wait!"

he tossed the snacks at draken jogging to meet you outside of the shop. "w-wait!"

you turned to look at him, the soft summer breeze sweating through your hair, leaving your face completely out in the open, "yes?"

"you're (y/n), right?" he asked remembering how the cashier called you when you were ordering, "i'm mikey..." he wanted to say something else but the words got caught in his throat when you smiled at him.

"nice to meet you, mikey" you replied before your eyes drifted behind him to the small group of guys that were looking at the two of you intensely, the 'ken-chin' guy from earlier standing with them. "i think your friends are waiting for you"

manjiro glanced back to see his best friends looking at them with knowing looks on their faces, "never mind them- this is- you are more important."

you looked away from him, his intense eye contact making your face feel warm, "you really know how to talk to girls you know?"

"thank you for earlier... the snacks and all..."

"that was 2 months worth of fidelity points- you better eat every single one of those taiyaki" you playfully warned the gang leader.

"don't worry about that..!" mikey replied knowing damn well that he will inhale those snacks. "can i walk you home? it's going to get dark soon- wouldn't want my wife to get attacked or something!"

wife?!

you suppress a smile at his words, "of course, wouldn't want it to get dark at 2 pm, and then get attacked by who knows what next to a bakery."

"exactly! let's go, wifey!"

takashi mitsuya

"what did you say you're brother's name was?" you asked the crying girl in front of you.

"...t- taka-shi" the small girl sobbed in your shoulder as you gently patted her head.

"alright and what's your name?" you gently asked as you scanned the area trying to find someone who looked like they had just lost their child.

"i- i- i'm mana"

"you have a really pretty name, you know?" you smiled fondly at the girl as you whipped the tears of her face with your thumbs.

"really?"

"heck yeah! it's a badass name!" you felt relief wash over you when you saw a smile spread across the kid's face, "i'm (y/n) and i'm gonna help you find your brother alright?"

"thank you..." she mumbled quietly.

"you're going to hop on my shoulders and tell me when you see your brother okay?" the girl looked up at you with stars in her eyes, you pulled mana on your shoulder, her small hands on your head.

you walked for a good 15 minutes before mana tapped your head with on hand while the other pointed toward an unknown man in the crowd of person, "they're there! that's draken!"

draken? wasn't her brother's name takashi? you wondered as you put mana to the ground your hand grabbing hers just in case she got lost again.

"mana!" a little girl's voice called out as you arrived next to the very tall guy with a dragon tattoo on his head. the small girl that looked very similar to mana hugged tightly the younger girl.

"mitsuya! ' found her" the tall guy called out for someone else behind him. the 'mitsuya' guy appeared from behind the 'draken' guy not long after he called out from him. the purple haired teen practically attacked his sister with a hug, sighing in relief.

"don't ever do that again, mana." he gently scaled his younger sister, "you could've gotten lost and we would've been really sad, al-?"

"it's fine! (y/n) helped me find you!" she pointed her finger at her. mitsuya ruffled his sister's hair, before straightening up to thank the person that help his mini-him, "thank you so mu..."

he felt like the world had stopped moving. like it was only the two of them in the middle of the festival. takashi mitsuya was in a trance. he was simply mesmerized by the sight of you.

"it's no problem, really! " you softly smiled at him, "your sister is a real angel-"

anything else you said after wasn't even registered but the delinquent in front of you. he was usually so good at this- talking to people was what he did best so... why couldn't he utter a single word for you.

his cheeks were red, his palm were sweaty, why was he anxious?- he was hanging on everything you did. even if he felt like he had forgotten how to speak, your voice felt like melody to his ears.

he snapped out of his trance when someone nudge his shoulder. mitsuya glanced at draken beside him, suddenly remembering that they weren't alone and that you were talking to him.

you looked at him with a puzzled look, "are you alright?

your question made him overthink about everything that happened in the last 2 minutes of your meeting. Did he look like a creep?

"i- i- great."

the hell was that takashi? he cursed himself.

darken cleared his throat, holding back his laugh. he brought his fist to his mouth faking coughs as he muttered a small, "real smooth, mitsuya".

you chuckled at his friend's comment, making mitsuya straighten up, you pulled out your hand for him to shake.

"let's start over, alright? i'm (y/n)... you're takashi right?"

draken stepped up clearly expecting his friend to be to lost in space to answer you, "he prefers mitsuya-"

"takashi's fine!" the said man interjected, as he quickly grabbed your hand to shake it, sending one of his pretty smile in your direction.

"i-"

"are you going to marry my brother?" he couldn't catch a break could he? luna asked you with big eyes.

you chuckled softly at her words, "how about this... i will give my number to your brother. then we'll go out to eat something to talk about marriage alright?"

"yes!" the girl tightly hugged your leg as you said that.

"does that sound like a plan to you, takashi?" yes!

mitsuya hurriedly started to look in his pocket for a pen, when draken pulled one out of his pocket with a piece of paper and handed it to the purple haired boy, "there you go, casanova"

takashi handed you the paper and the pen, before you wrote your name with your phone number on it.

"see y'a soon, taka! bye, mana don't get lost again alright?"

as soon as you were out of sight takashi turned to draken with a stern look, "not a word about this, alright?"

"you're crazy!" draken crackled putting his hand in his pocket, "i'm going to tell everyone!"

"draken!"

"as your wingman i feel like it's my responsibility-"

"no it is not!"

chifuyu matsuno

"hurry up, chifuyu!" takemichi yelled at his friend. they couldn't be late. not for that.

"how come you are slow as hell during a fight, yet you sprint your life on a sunday at 8 am?" the blond joked as he calmly walked behind takemichi with not a care in the world.

"come on! we're gonna be late!" he repeated hurriedly before stopping abruptly while looking around him.

"late to what?" chifuyu yawned, before looking at his friend, who stood there looking around, up and down as if his brain had finally snapped, "you alright?"

"alright stand here and don't move." takemichi moved the delinquent around so that he would stand in the middle of a park- an empty park.

"did you finally snapped or...?" he asked when the time traveler started to back away from him, "are you going to kill me? is this really how it's gonna end-"

"watch out!"

a voice yelled, but it was too late.

a ball directly hit his face, knocking chifuyu to the dirty ground, his eyes closing due to the shock.

it took him a couple of seconds before finally opening his eyes again, only to realize that he was in heaven. the prettiest girl he had ever seen in his life held his head in her hands, her index and middle finger pressed against the front of his neck just below his jaw- making sure that his heart was still beating.

"oh- thank god! you're not dead!"

"are you an angel?" chifuyu mumbled placing his hand on top of yours- making sure you were real, "am i in heaven?"

you let a breathy chuckle at his words, "you're cute- but no you're not dead... i kicked a ball in your face- unintentionally of course!"

his eyes finally focused on you, remembering what had happened. he blinked a couple of time, his eyes scanning your face- a pretty girl's face... so close to his face with her hands on his face and his hands on her hand-

what?!

chifuyu's face became as red a tomato straitening his posture to apologize for touching you without your authorization, "i'm so sorry-"

his head came in contact with your head, making you pull back immediately from the blond. "ow! i told you i didn't do it on purpose!" you groan holding your head with your hands.

chifuyu gasped in horror at his own clumsiness as he placed a hand on the back of your head. hopping that the coldness of it would help you a little, "i'm sorry! i swear i didn't mean it! please hit me again so that we're even!"

...what? now why would he say that?

"what? what's wrong with you?! do you get turn on by getting hit or something?!"

chifuyu panically looked around to search takemichi so that he could help him. when he finally spotted him, hiding behind the swings, the time traveler was smiling proudly with his two thumbs up in the air.

his action making him recall a conversation the two of them had a couple of weeks earlier.

"so... am i married in the future?" chifuyu asked takemichi as he bit down the sandwich he made himself for lunch.

takemichi raised his brows at the question, "yeah-"

"really?!" the blond gasped, with heart in his eyes, "do i know her?! no wait- that'll ruin the surprise- is she pretty?! no wait- of course she's pretty you idiot!"

the time traveler chuckled at his friend's words, rubbing the back of his neck, "do you want me to tell you how you met?"

"no! it has to be a surprise!" chifuyu refused, "wait am i going to meet her soon? is that why you said that?! takemichi?! answer!"

"nah- like you said it has to be a surprise~"

"takemichi!"

"if it makes you feel better- you embarrassed yourself in front of her"

"how would that make me feel better?!"

that sneaky bastard.

"i'm sorry! i don't know how to talk to pretty girls..." chifuyu mumbled looking to the ground, but his face snapped back at you when he realize what he had just say, your eyes round at his words, "i- i mean not that don't know how to talk you! wait- not that you're not pretty! you are pretty- beautiful even! but that is not the point! i don't need you to hit me! just please don't think i hurt you on purpose- i don't hit pretty girls! no wait- i don't hit girls at all! but you being beautifully-pretty is just a plus you know! an-"

you smacked your hand on his mouth, stopping his rambling, the butterflies in your stomach flying way to much due to his words. "please stop-! you're too cute..."

takemichi titled his head at the scene in front of him, clearly not remembering that part of the story your older self told him in the future about how chifuyu and her had met-

but... mission failed successfully... i guess?

ⓒarmxnh

#tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers #chifuyu x reader #chifuyu matsuno #takashi x reader #takashi mitsuya #manjiro x reader #mikey x reader #manjiro sano

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imaginedreamwrite · 1 year

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Heaven For You: Part 7

The woman on screen had reported with clarity, without fluctuating verbally or hesitating as she read from the teleprompter, communicating the nightly news that was mostly centred on the rebel encampments.

She had documented the mission Steve, Natasha and God knows who else was on, documenting the basest information while leaving out the grisly details.

It had been three days since Steve left, three whole days wherein you were left to go head to head with the council members, half who seemed to like you and the other half who thought you were incompetent.

“Captain America, the co-leader of the assault on the rebel stronghold had returned to the temporary base after suffering an injury and has since been looked after. The spokesperson for the mission has relayed the successful pushback of the opposing rebels, and has commented that there was a large number of ground that was gained-“

“You don’t have to worry about him, Steve is as stubborn as he is hardy.” Bucky had quipped, drawing your attention to the other super soldier as he joined you in the living room.

He had been a constant thorn in your side, the irritating figure of a guardian and likely spy for Steve, the man who had no qualms about appearing by your side whenever he wanted to. He had made himself at home, so to speak, and between the hours of his arrival to the night before Steve was supposed to return, Bucky had been trying to crack you like a walnut.

“I’m not worried about him.” You retort with a scoff, a derogatory scoff at the notion of you being worried about the beast that stole you, delivering your objection with the causal toss of the remote to the left.

The plastic bounced against the armrest and fell face down, the battery compartment and its small screw your focal point instead of the super soldier who sat down beside you. You didn’t pay attention to the man who was both your babysitter or nanny and the best friend of your ‘husband’ and ‘king’.

You didn’t want to look at him, you didn’t want to see him with both his natural arms, the lack of vibranium was another reminder that Steve had prevented Bucky from becoming the Winter Soldier, he had stopped him from being a tool to Hydra.

They were both frozen, either in cyro or the ice, but Bucky hadn’t suffered like before. Steve did what hadn’t been done before, he had fixed all the wrongs in the world and created this reality where life was as perfect as it could have been.

Natasha was alive, Bucky had both arms, Tony and Pepper had kids…

“You’re a shit liar.” Bucky scoffed like you had before he relaxed against the couch and stretched his legs out in front of him. “I can read you like a book.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about. Steve is a complete ass, okay? I didn’t ask for this. I didn’t ask for him to do this to me, I didn’t want to be part of this life where some people hate me and other people…” you trailed off with a huff, pushing your back against the cushioning to sink yourself further into the couch.

The news was still playing on the screen in front of you, moving on from news of the rebels to the weather, sports, entertainment and local retellings of the events going on. You and Bucky had remained silent, he stayed by your side with his eyes focused on the tv as you had, but every so often he would shift on the couch, fidgeting with the inability to sit still.

“I don’t miss him. I’m not worried about him.” You broke the silence, pushing yourself to sit up before you shifted toward Bucky. You rest your right leg under your left and leaned forward, jabbing your fingers into his side, your eyes narrowed in Bucky’s direction.

Your lips were pursed, tightly pressed together and your eyebrows had become furrowed when he had sat as still as a statue. He hadn’t moved, hadn’t looked at you and if you wouldn’t have known any better you would thought you were nothing more than a phantom trying to get a living person’s attention.

“Bucky.” You dug your fingers into his sides again, trying to get his attention or stir some reaction out of the super soldier who was hellbent on ignoring you. “Bucky.”

After another minute of him ignoring you, and you become more determined than ever to get to him, you balled your hands into fists aiming to punch his shoulder in retaliation. Before you had the chance to even try a pillow flew forward your face, the centre of the cushion nocking you directly in the nose and mouth, and just as quickly as it had been thrown at you it was yanked out of your reach.

“You are so annoying!” You threw a punch at his shoulders, the strike doing nothing to hurt him rather it had made you feel good after he assaulted you with a pillow. “What is wrong with you?”

“What? I didn’t do anything.” Bucky grinned innocently and shrugged, boldly comfortable in his plausible deniability. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You-!” You struck him again and huffed, blowing out a puff of air before you stood from the couch and stomped around the back of the couch, using all your strength to rip the pillow from his grasp in order to whack Bucky with the pillow a few times, unleashing all your pent up irritation. “-are so annoying!”

You threw the pillow back at him and turned sharply on your heel, steam billowing from your ears when Bucky had begun laughing under his breath at your aggravation, the sound of his laughter becoming boisterous when you flipped him off before you crossed the threshold of the living room.

His laughter followed you almost until the stairs until it had either become too hard to hear or he had finally quit, and as you had started up the stairs, plausible deniability was affecting you in its own way.

Your fingers tightened against the railing, squeezing with all your strength while you slid your hand up the polished wood with every step gained on the stairs. Your fingers would begin to ache from the way you were holding onto the inanimate object, the barrier that kept you from tumbling from the spacious second floor to the first however you were almost elated to feel the pain from your grip.

You were almost relieved to feel the density of the wood beneath your palm as it acted as a distraction from your feelings, your deniability was a stalwart clash against the very real desire and intrigue, attachment and affection you felt for your beastly captor.

Bucky, annoyingly, had been right. You hated, loathed to admit it, but you were drawn to Steve.

It was almost impossible not to be drawn in by his charisma and his charm, his breathtaking stormy blue-green eyes that had been both bright and impeccably deep. And there was a certain allure to the strength, the willpower and unwavering moral standards that he had set for himself and everyone around him.

He was, whether you were willing to accept how attracted you were or not, a beautiful man. He was, inherently, gorgeous and it was a widely accepted fact.

But that beauty and natural charisma had been a breeding ground for envy, jealousy and vile hate. You had seen it first hand when you went to the garden party with Steve.

Some of your opposers hated you because they thought you were a whore, others hated you because they thought they could and would do better.

They figured they were better than you; they believed Steve should have chosen them.

He was a man who had drawn a lot of people into his admiration, and it was with ire that you recognized yourself as one of them.

Relief hit him hard, it sank into his bones when the vehicle stopped at the front steps. He had been staring out the window since the gates had first come into view, his eyes focused on the brick and mortar, the glass that reflected the sun.

The gentle breeze that was bristling the leaves of the green ash trees that lined the south side of the gate had been an indicator that today would have been a perfect day to spend outside, and Steve almost wished it would’ve been indicative of his return home.

Bucky had told him otherwise. Bucky had given him as much of a heads up as he could before Steve got home that he was going to get his ass handed to him, twice over, if your mood that morning was true. Try as he might, and as fearful as he maybe should have been, Steve found himself anticipating the firestorm that was coming to him with nothing less than great admiration.

“I’ll have your things taken in, sir.” His driver’s voice was muffled, quieted by Steve getting out of the vehicle with hast, taking the stairs two at a time until he was a the front door.

Steve reached for the handle and rest his hand against the brass, waiting a moment before he opened the door and slipped in.

He closed it quietly behind himself, standing an inch or two inside the entranceway, remaining silent to gather his thoughts before he ultimately called your name. As his tongue formed the vowels and consonants, Steve’s ears were piqued at the sound of a door slamming heavily.

“Sweetheart,” deadly anger or not, Steve still greets you with fondness and gentility, “I missed you.”

“I’m going to kill you, I swear to God-!” You appeared at the top of the stairs with nothing less than stalwart anger burning in your eyes and a clenched jaw, the entire focus of your rage fixated on him and him alone.

He watched you closely as you started down the steps, his eyes tenderly studying you and another shirt of his that you’d stolen.

It had dwarfed you, it was more of a dress than anything with the hem falling to the middle of your thighs and the logo faded. It was a shirt Steve had kept around simply because he had forgotten it was even there but now that you had it, he couldn’t possibly part with it.

“Y/N, we can talk-“

“We can talk.” You mocked him with your voice and your hands, mirroring his lips moving as your fingertips touched your thumbs, the action stirring a laugh in his throat that he had to silence.

He swallowed it, snuffed it out and kept himself silent as you came toward him with anger rolling off you in waves.

“You are such an asshole!” You struck him in the chest, slamming your hands against his pectorals with as much fury and strength as you possibly could, the blow and the force absorbed while he stood and took it.

“You didn’t even tell me you were leaving and then you have the fucking gall to leave me in charge of that brain-dead council, oh and by the way thanks for the heads up that your annoying best friend was coming!” You huffed and paused from striking his chest, giving him a chance to speak finally.

“I missed you-“

“Well I didn’t miss you!” you hit him again, driving the heel of your hand into his shoulder. “I didn’t miss you or your stupid face, your obnoxiously large head or your damn ego!”

“Baby-“ Steve reached for you, recoiling when you smacked his hand away.

“Don’t you baby me, you prick. You didn’t tell me any of this was happening and then you have the nerve…the nerve-!” You growled at him, your voice taking a deep turn as you dug your heels into your anger. “You got hurt and you didn’t even-“

“You were worried?”

“Only because I wanted to kill you myself!” You shoved him with as much force as you could, almost standing toe to toe with him although Steve had to look down at you while you glared up at him. “You idiot!”

The last of the assault had come when the centre of your palm had met his cheek, the crack of your hand against his flesh was a mildly painful strike. You had smacked him, not that he could blame you, and then you were gone again.

You had left him where he stood and stalked back toward the staircase, stopping halfway up to look back at him and shoot him another round of your anger.

“If I see any part of you in that bedroom, I’m cutting it off! Asshole!”

Steve waited until the door had slammed shut again, the thud undoubtedly rattling the windows, and then a slow grin formed on his face.

Maybe he had truly lost his mind, maybe he had lost every reasonable part of his mind, but he couldn’t wipe the smile from his face.

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shooting-love-arrows · 6 months

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𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄! 𝟏𝟗𝟓𝟎'𝐬! 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐇𝐔𝐒𝐁𝐀𝐍𝐃

SYNOPSIS: It was a beginning of a new day for 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝟏𝟗𝟓𝟎’𝐬! 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 and he'd make damn sure it was just as perfect as every other one. PAIRING: 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝟏𝟗𝟓𝟎’𝐬! 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 x reader (gender not specified) tw. possessive/obessive behaviour, control problems, decieving, yandere tendencies. A/N: It is an Alternative Univerese and based on a scene from a TV series "Amazing Mrs Maisel"

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He had to be quick and sleek.

It was early in the morning, just some time before your alarm clock would ring. It was the sunrays that woke 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝟏𝟗𝟓𝟎’𝐬! 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 up, bringing him back into the heaven on Earth he has come to know by your side. It’s a little trick he does the night before by leaving the curtains slightly open, since he couldn’t set an alarm clock himself.

You can’t know his little secret.

So with one look filled with tenderness and love thrown at you, under the cloak of the early hours and shielded by you sleeping like a rock, 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝟏𝟗𝟓𝟎’𝐬! 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 sneaked out of your warm, shared bed.

He shivered, feeling cold only wearing his nylon*, frilly nightwear. Goosebumps appeared on his skin which he currently had no time to take care of.

"The winter is coming alright." 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝟏𝟗𝟓𝟎’𝐬! 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 thought, noticing how the windows in their bedroom frosted. He made a mental note to turn on the central heating as soon as go downstairs. But that’s for later, for now he carefully maneuvered his way to the bathroom right by your bedroom.

The magic happened after he quietly closed the door, for now separating you from him. Left alone, 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝟏𝟗𝟓𝟎’𝐬! 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 began to make himself presentable for you.

Starting with a cap of strong mouthwash, he then moved on to brushing his teeth so that his breath won’t stink and his teeth will continue to be clean and white. Then, he deeply cleaned his face of any leftover night creams he applied shortly after you fell asleep the previous night and applied a finish lotion. A dash of makeup on his eyelids, cheeks and lips so it’ll look natural. Then he proceeded to free his hair of curlers and brush through them until they laid into a certain hairstyle he always wore. And lastly, a few pumps of the perfume you gave him for his birthday. (He simply adores your choice of scent and never fails to wear it with pride)

Before walking out, 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝟏𝟗𝟓𝟎’𝐬! 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 took a moment to take a look at himself one last time. Anyone would say that his reflection showed a perfect image of the househusband you could often see in the magazines. Yet, the only opinion that mattered to him was yours.

Everything he did – created and keeps creating – is for you. Only you. And he will gladly continue to do so for as long as you live.

With that, just like he left, 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝟏𝟗𝟓𝟎’𝐬! 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 re-entered your bedroom. Now after his morning routine, looking fresh and all pretty, his appearance was anything but a person who just woke up. He looked beautiful but at the same time, unreal. Unnaturally beautiful...

Swiftly, yet gracefully so that you wouldn't wake up before the alarm clock, he climbed back on your bed. Quickly, he adjusted the sheets around him, laid down on his side so that his back was turned towards you and took a deep breath, before finally closing his eyes.

Riiing! Riiing! Riiing!

The sound of your alarm clock rang precisely at 6:00 A.M. Blaring sound ripped away the peaceful silence and slowly aroused you from your deep sleep. 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝟏𝟗𝟓𝟎’𝐬! 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 had to refrain from smirking, as he felt the bed shift behind him. You were awake!

And that meant one thing…

Seconds later, just like everyday, he felt your lips plant a sweet kiss on his cheek. A soft smile appeared on his face instead and a soft plush appeared under the blush he had applied. 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝟏𝟗𝟓𝟎’𝐬! 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 ‘woke up’ to your kiss, fluttering his eyes open. Much to his heart's joy, his gaze connected with yours.

Your face was something he always wanted to wake up to. Your eyes were still sleepy, your face so lovely to look at and your hair all messy. In those mornings, you could just be you. His to admire, to touch, to experience.

His, his, his…

"Good morning, sweetheart." Your raspy voice broke him out of the daze he fell into. 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝟏𝟗𝟓𝟎’𝐬! 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 eyes burned with love for you, gazing up at you like you were the only person existing in this world. He lifted his perfectly manicured and soft hand, placing it on your cheek and rubbing it affectionately.

"Good morning, darling." 𝐘𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐞! 𝟏𝟗𝟓𝟎’𝐬! 𝐇𝐨𝐮𝐬𝐞𝐡𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 sent you his signature million dollar worth smile.

"Is it me or are you getting even more devine day after day?"

Yes, it was the beginning of another perfect day.

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saksukei · 7 months

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gojo satoru and his hands

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it’s no secret that gojo satoru has pretty hands. long slender fingers, well kept nails, veins lining his skin as some bruise grazes his knuckles. but it’s not just his hands that are worth lusting for. no, it’s how he constantly has them on you.

hands always placed on your thigh or lower back as he guides you through the crowd. fingers running through your hair, tracing patterns on your naked back or neck and he’s already so handsy. from tying your necklaces, to zipping up your dresses, he makes sure you feel his cold fingertips tracing down your spine, lips meeting your neck.

how your entire palm wraps around his two fingers as he walks beside you, he chuckles, “such a sweet little thing, hm?” he presses a kiss to your hand. how you fidget with his hands to distract yourself as he bites back a grin.

and in no way does it mean that satoru doesn’t know.

he’s so smug about it. with the way his fingers enter your mouth, as you gag on them, drooling all over his knuckles and the face you make. god, he ascends right into heaven. especially as your tongue twirls around them giving him a good fucking preview about what’s to come. he loves it so much when you randomly decide to take his fingers in your mouth, smirk plastered on his face, “want them to be somewhere else, darling?”

or how you react when they work inside you. “my pretty girl” he coos. “i know you like this ba–by, fuck I like it even more.” his fingers toy with you mercilessly. he can’t hold himself back seeing your cute little face like that. and oh how much he prides himself on being able to do such unholy things to you by just his hands, constantly dipping inside to feel you.

but honestly? gojo loves it. gojo loves how you’re fixated on his fingers, because he knows how to put them to good use.

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anantaru · 7 months

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DAY 11 — BREEDING

kinktober 2023. — masterlist | ao3

𖧡 — including — wriothesley, zhongli, thoma, ayato

𖧡 — warnings — fem! reader, breeding, hitting it raw, established relationship, lots of cum & making a mess, taking about starting a family, a little baby fever, praise kink, petnames used: princess, baby, cute boys & feral boys, love sick genshin men

𖧡 — WRIOTHESLEY

wriothesley's trace was slow on you, on the other hand it was also precise, as if he was wholly sure on where he was supposed to touch you.

at the end of the day, it was him and he was aware on what would please you— certainly it's over his logical thoughts and his body moves on its own when he digs his fingertips into your hips to push into you strongly, a hazy grin brilliantly touching up his soft lips when you curve one hand around his neck, forcing your eyes to meet. his arms hold your legs apart consistently, sending charged shivers hastening from your quivering thighs to your sloppy sex.

how utterly perfect you were to him and how unbelievably well he could snug himself inside your dripping pussy— you're driving wriothesley insane, you better keep that in mind, and the way your walls were narrowing down on his thick shaft, almost tasting just like a warm peck of your soft lips worshipping his skin.

and with no punches pulled, wriothesley wonders if you're real sometimes, it's truly frightening that he cannot resist you. mainly when he ghosts his thumb over your perspiring skin, idly contouring the outlines of your curves and smiling when you puff out a needful whimper because of him. other than that, he doesn't move slowly when it came to his hips, and his hands? well, they're ruthless, way beyond recovering, exploring your body when his painfully hard cock snaps forward— you're almost there and so was he, feeling it wide in your belly, pulling the coil in your stomach and soon after he chases more of his relief, unable to keep his hips still, he tastes the shivers of an impending orgasm like a vibrating, electric current weighting around the hardened outline of his length.

"—wanted this for so long." his way of wording was slurred despite his clear intention to confess his desperation, and you're clearly unsure on what exactly wriothesley meant by that— needless to say there were conversations in the past that revolved around dodging the condom for a while, so he could penetrate you raw and reach the warmest, most delicious sweet spots on your walls without the thin plastic ultimately separating you two.

but instead of asking him for a better explanation, you reach out to touch him and mouth wet kisses over his neck before whining when he spreads your thighs further apart to watch how the filthy blend of your arousal and his milky whites dribble out of your hole, your used slit drawing more of it out each flutter— so, wriothesley does what he believes was the most proper way to handle such situation and immediately shuts his dripping dick back into your core, your mouth going dry by the unexpected intrusion as he kisses your forehead with a soft laugh, sending a ripple of heat to your stuffed cunt while tracing the patterns of your walls with his pink cock head.

it's cute, when he kisses your forehead again before continuing his sentence from earlier, "i dream about this constantly." a low, rumbling heave breaks into your ear all hotly and wet, "to feel you, baby, fuck— for real this time." as you peer up at him— he looks like your cunt just sent him to heaven, his thrusts sloppier than before but imbedded with more passion.

they're purposeful, tensed and slobbering all over your cum-stricken walls— he's giving you his all, holding you still while pushing his cock deeper only for you to clench down again, almost bringing him to tears by how eagerly you were responding and how desperate you fluttered around his shaft, almost strong enough to push him out again, your sensitive pussy so responsive, and deliberately letting his cock feel the warmness of your insides.

𖧡 — ZHONGLI

under the homely protection of zhongli's weight on top of you, he greedily pumps his thick shaft in and out of your cunt, attempting to shift his hips a little so he could trace his cock head even better, more so finer into your walls that the intense precision of it stole the air off your lungs.

the passionate noises expelled by your bodies graze against the shell of your ears, the wet, smacking plunges burgeoning at every following thrust as zhongli twists his large palms around your knees with the force of his bodily strength before pressing them towards your chest, your complete frame now folded in half, your dripping cunt on full display and fuck, you're so damn tighter this way— and your precious husbands eyes edged on to the brink of swelling with translucent crystallines due to how unbelievably constricted your tiny hole got just when he sunk back inside, seeking out more.

pushing his tip through your pussy, he roams over your silken walls lingering on his shaft, the small oozes of your arousal and his cum spitting and drooling all over his dick as he rams it back into you, so he could claim you, dwell on top of the correct spot, so he could scatter his load all over your insides, his balls slapping against your flesh. zhongli doesn't give you time to breathe, leisurely fucking you through your helpless whines, puffed out hiccups of zhongli, zhongli, touching the depths of his heart as you coax a breathy chuckle from his throat— you're so fucking adorable when he gets you to that point of wobbly trembles taking over your frame, your half-broken sobs sealing the cracks of his soul.

zhongli likes to dwell on the thought of starting a family with you, his cute darling loving him and yearning for his body— it had always persisted through his consciousness whilst playing small fantasies on repeat. truly, it was difficult to hold himself back in bed, taken into consideration just how strong zhongli was, and he genuinely does try his best to not go beyond feral on you, holding himself back when he lastly drips his creamy cum down to your battered walls, your head lolling back and digging into the disheveled pillows as your mind breaks in shambles.

in spite of that, he gives you what your body shamelessly yearned for, his bangs sticking on his wet forehead as zhongli continues to paint your sloppy pussy and plaster his cum all over you, dragging his hard shaft over a sensitive patch on your responsive flesh. suddenly— you make a mistake and cry into his neck, whilst unbeknownst to you, you're turning him on again immediately, his cheeks inked in redness, his lips curved up, his eyes widening with a light bead of sweat forming just above his brow bone.

𖧡 — THOMA

this was, without a doubt, the furthest you have ever gone with thoma this eventful night— and you cannot help the perpetual twitches of your body before you pant out a passionate cry, so blissful that it brought you to tears when he cums inside of you again— with a low, deep rumble of your name coming undone, a feral noise coruscating through your delicate shape with how impossibly intense and hot it was.

his white, creamy seed sowed a blistering hot spot on your inflamed cunt as his sticky load easily slips into you and overflows the deepest depths of your pussy, messily bubbling out instantly before thoma swiftly crowds it back into you— your fists trembling against your body when his cock messily slaps at your cunt.

but do not be mistaken, because his muscled arms won't move away from you, even after cumming large and hot, he keeps his hips steady at all times whilst slowly rutting in and out, in and out before lifting up one of your leg to settle it on top of his shoulder, coaxing minuscule effects of overstimulation on your throbbing pussy.

"fuck— i can't wait." thoma suddenly whispers at you, his lips leaving wet manifestations on your cheek before grabbing onto the swell of your breast with his palm, all the while forcing his thudding cock back into your poor cunt, your clit twitching in anticipation to climax once again. "i really can't want to start a family with you."

in a way, you could state that thoma meant it in a literal sense, because the split moment after spelling his words out for you to hear, he does not waste a single, more second before ramming you into a feverish daze— and he thinks it's adorable when all you can do is whine in response, your hips steadily moving up to receive his blows as you corner his neck with your trembling arms, your lips mouthing hasty please, please, please, and more, more, more, as a pearl of sweat forms on your forehead.

you clench so tight around him now, thoma thought he's about to break under the pressure you put him through— despite that being utterly determined to make this work flawlessly, prolonging your lust when he reaches down to your clit and flicks one calloused finger over the bristling bundle of pleasure, pending between rubbing rough circles over your inflamed nerves and nudging his fat cockhead inside your cunt walls, his balls straining from the heaviness of his milky whites when he once again— nuzzles his face inside your neck and noses over the familiar scent of your wet skin before shooting his full load into your tight pussy, his abs hot and red, flexing with the ridges imbedded in sweat.

thoma just loves his little sweetheart so much, and he'd never deny any requests you'd throw at him— and the moment he comes back from his strong high that made his heart almost burst out of his chest, he nips at your bottom lip all sweetly, his hands a little shaky, closing around your frame;

"i just love you so much, ‘can't wait to start a family with you."

𖧡 — AYATO

your husband ayato was, in his untouched eminence, a kind man— compassionate and affectionate, and he works hard at his job to provide for his family, adores spoiling you and treasures your precious frame, as if it's the most delicate, most exquisite diamond in the world.

most importantly and beyond anybodys imagination, the yashiro commissioner likes to reveal a side of him, that he believes needs to devour you entirely;

"so tight, fuck!" he curses through a tensed jaw when he fucks you, and your ayato always made it his duty to tell you just how he was feeling because of you— what kind of pleasure he was experiences, how his soft, kissable lips touched up into a hazy smirk when you peer up at him, "i crave you, princess." he whispers again, your moans energizing him to hit all inside you, splitting you effortlessly with the thickness of his shaft reaches places.

it's quite easy for him, and he fills every last inch of your pussy that it overcrowds you and you start to believe that if you were to push down on your stomach right now, that you could actually feel him brush in and out.

another experimental thrust and you greedily squeeze up around him as he makes you swallow around his cock, gaping down before admiring just how fucking sinful it looked disappearing in your sloppy pussy— a ring of pearly whites presented around his shaft, almost like you're claiming him that particular way, the film of your arousal sticky and spilling all over his stiffened erection.

"w-where do you want me?" ayato leans over to mouth a kiss on your cheek before whispering wetly into your ear, hoping you are still able to respond despite looking like a hot mess by now— your legs quivering and on the brink of giving up on you if it wasn't for him strictly keeping them apart;

"inside..." you babble incoherently, inside, inside, inside, gasping, when he observes you struggling to properly take the fullness of his cock even though he had prepared you properly beforehand, his muscled arms looked against you before he drums his erection back and forth, your cunt creamed up and ready to take another one of his load.

"fuck— you don't even know how much i wanted you to say this." he confesses, the soft sounds of your cunt suckling him in appear like the finest music to his ears— and your body arches up into his chest, twisting slightly under him as you listen to a deep groan fall from his lips.

you whine, overstimulated, and squirm under the towering touch of his body when he obliges to your pleas, your bedroom feeling oppressively hot as he fills you at last, the trace alone, fuck, the warm feeling of ayato filling you with his seed made your head spin and rewire— he was so big, so hard and he just felt so good throbbing angrily inside of you.

his balls drip with your arousal and his cum, there was just so much of it that it made you dizzy, an aching pulse on your wet sex pawing its way through your sensitive places, your body jolting heavy while grinding on his hips, his dick sinking and bulging constricted around your insides, mouth agape and whining out a silent scream.

it took your breath away, truly, and now it’s silent and everything else stood still, only your foreheads pressed against one another, the room humid and smelling of lewdness and filth— but it's comforting in a way, and ayato’s hand drums up to your bare side, inches his way all up to your soft cheek before pushing you against his mouth with the same intensity as he was handling your pussy earlier, squeezing the air from your lungs, suffocating you with sweet nothings and praises, new confessions and small fantasies of breeding you once more.

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koishiro · 21 days

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𝐗 𝐅𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐒 𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 📍 mdni

— jjk men and their favorite x rated videos of you saved in their my eyes only… nsfw twitter [p⚝rn]

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Gojo fucking his best friend’s sister…

Fucking your son’s best friend…

Giving Gojo his breakfast…

Gojo just wants your attention…

Gojo trying not to knock up his friend’s sister…

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Geto teaching you how to please him…

Geto sending your ex a preview…

Geto taming your bratty behaviour…

You decide to give your boyfriend Geto some motivation…

Seven minutes in heaven with your crush Geto…

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Fucking your professor Nanami so you don’t fail your class…

Being Nanami’s secretary has its perks…

Nanami fucking you nice and slow…

Your husband Nanami just wants to enjoy his dinner…

Nanami has better plans for movie night…

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Sukuna teaching his brat manners…

Sukuna showing you his new handcuffs…

Your boyfriend Sukuna fingering you in the mirror…

Sukuna sends you a reminder while you’re at work…

Sukuna can’t stop fucking his neighbour’s girlfriend…

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Toji can’t stop breeding his little girl…

Toji fingering you in a store…

Professor Toji offers a way for you to make up your grades…

Toji taking his stress out on you…

Dilf! Toji fucking you in the ass so your boyfriend doesn’t notice…

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Ino stopping you from squirming…

You interrupt your boyfriend Ino’s gaming session…

Ino cumming from fucking your panties…

Ino telling his step sis to pull up her skirt…

Taking your boyfriend Ino’s cock…

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lokis-army-77 · 7 months

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A Text Away

Modern!Eddie Munson x fem reader

Word Count: 1.7k

You've been horny all day and Eddie is at band practice... but you know a way to get him home.

Warning: 18 +. face sitting/riding, breeding kink, multiple orgasms, p in v, unprotected sex.

And thank you to @strangerxperv for the absolutly fabulous idea 💗

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After a long day at work, there were two things you wanted. One, a nice hot shower, and two, your boyfriend to fuck you into next week.

It wasn’t Eddie’s fault that watching him get dressed to go work at the local record store made you horny. He couldn’t help the fact that every time you saw the little trail of hair dipping past the waist of his pants, your legs clenched, and your body grew warmer.

You dealt with your racing thoughts all through your own shift at the bookshop, imagining your return home and how good he would feel against you.

Only, he wasn’t home when you unlocked your apartment door.

Sighing in disappointment you trudge to the bathroom to start warming the water. As you wait, you text Eddie.

Where are you? I need you.. like really bad.

Your phone dings a few minutes later while you are in the middle of scrubbing shampoo in your hair.

Wiping your hand off on the towel, you reach for your phone, lying on the small shelf above the towel rack.

Eddie had responded.

In a bit baby. I'm at practice.

You pout as you read the text only to smile mischievously. You message him as fast as you can with one dry hand.

But Eddie.. if you come home I'll sit on your face. And I mean really sit on your face.

There is no ding of a notification once you set your phone back down and continue your shower routine.

Twenty minutes later, you've given up on Eddie answering you, have put on your comfiest pajamas, and are now snuggled up in bed.

You're startled when the front door slams open and you hear thick boots pacing in your direction.

"Take your fucking pants off right now," Eddie commands as he bursts into your shared bedroom.

You're sat up, back against the headboard, staring at him, bewildered as he practically flops backward onto the bed.

When he hadn’t texted you back you assumed he just wasn't interested at the moment, you never could have imagined this.

You start to giggle when he starts making grabby hands at you. "Pussy on my mouth, now."

When the words leave his mouth, you practically choke on a laugh.

"Babe, quit laughing and get up here. Set on my fucking face like you promised." He grumps.

You have no choice but to obey as you say, "Okay okay, patient much?"

It's only fair that you tease him a little. So you slowly emerge from under the covers, fingers delicately pulling at the waist of your pajama pants.

Eddie watches with a hunger in his dark brown eyes. His tongue flicks out to wet his lips when you begin to tug your pants down. Slowly but surely you are exposed to him and he almost dies when he realizes you weren't wearing panties.

Before you can even get to your knees, Eddie is gripping your ankle and pulling your body down the bed to him with a strength acquired from years of hauling heavy amps and other musical equipment from place to place.

"Eddie!" You squeal, more laughter leaving you when your head falls, bouncing on the mattress.

"You're going too slow, baby." He cries, letting his hold up but hands never leaving you.

You shake your head, a knowing smirk playing on your lips. Finally, you get to your knees and straddle him. He is impatiently pulling you up his body, only stopping when you are hovering over his face.

Your eyes meet his as you stare down between your legs. He'd got a big, goofy grin plastered on his face.

"Fuck." He sighs. "I've died and gone to heaven." His large hands wrap around your legs and right before he pulls you flush to his mouth he says, "Don't hold back."

When his hot mouth makes contact with your waiting pussy, you gasp. The need you had been feeling all day long now has an outlet.

Eddie's tongue swipes through your folds, lapping up the arousal that had already started to seep from your cunt. His nose rubs against your clit, pulling a strangled moan from you.

A hand shoots down to tangle in his hair when his tongue plays at the rim of your cunt, flicking ever so slightly in and out of you.

He's like a man starved as he devours all that is given to him. You feel his fingers moving up to your hips. There's a slight pressure as he pushes you and in a flush of worry, you pull off of him.

The desperate whine that falls past his already swollen lips makes your heart flutter.

"Why'd you move away?"

"You were pushing me.. are you okay? I thought you couldn't breathe." I exasperate.

"No, I was trying to get you to ride me. Hump my face sweetheart." He doesn't say another word, he just grips onto you once more and pulls you down.

You understand what he wants now, so you lean back, hands resting on the tops of his things behind you, and you canter your hips. Slow and steady you used him for your own pleasure.

"Eddie-" you sigh breathlessly, head falling back between your shoulders.

He hums in response. The vibrations travel up through your core and into your body. Shivers accompany them as you feel a knot forming in your stomach.

"Eddie please-" Your knees and arms are burning as you continue to grind yourself against him. "I'm gonna- shit I'm gonna cum."

Your lungs are struggling to fill with air as you get closer and closer to release. Eddie's hands are wrapped over your thighs, fingers searching for your clit.

When he finds it, you double over. The knot pulls tighter and you feel a sheen of sweat cover your body.

Quickly, your first orgasm comes to light. There's a blazing fire erupting within you and it takes all you have not to fall flat on your face. Long, drawn-out moans flow from you and Eddie does not stop. His tongue pushed into you, tasting your release.

His fingers now grip the fat of your ass harshly. He keeps you on top of him and he moves his face from side to side as best he can with you practically smothering him with your pussy.

This time he does actually push you up off him. He takes a deep breath and groans. "Fuck baby, taste so good." He turns his head, kissing the inside of your thigh and then he bites you. His teeth sink into the soft skin in the crease where your inner thigh meets with your body.

In a series of fluid movements, Eddie has you on your back in an instant. He unzips his pants and pulls himself out of them, tugging on his hardness before getting into position. Your legs are being pushed back by his hands holding you at the bend of the knee.

"You're so pretty like this… pussy all wet and needy for me." His voice is muffled by the loud beating of your heart in your ears. "Mmm gonna fuck you full."

You whimper as you feel his hard length run through your glistening folds, his hips jutting against the backs of your thighs.

"Yeah, you like that? Want me to fill you with my cum?"

You nod, crying out when his cock finally pressed through the tight threshold of your cunt. "Need it, please, I need it."

"Just my little cum baby aren't you?" He asks, fully sheathing himself in you.

Your back arches off the bed and you groan. Fingernails scratching at Eddie’s forearms.

He pulls back and slams into you. "Aren't you?"

"Yes!" You cry out. His cock reaches into the very depths of you, the tip hitting in just the right place to make you scream. "Yes! I am, I am, Eddie!"

"Mmm, good. Gonna give it all to you, sweetheart. Gonna breed this pretty fuckin' pussy." His fingers adjust themselves as his grip slips and then he's pounding into you at such a brutal pace. Back and forth, in and out, he is fucking you raw.

Your walls clamp around him, the drag of his cock stimulates you more and you clench harder.

Skin on skin, the noises that they make are obscene. The squelch of him entering you has your face burning, not in embarrassment but desire. His gruff growls and fucked out moans accompany those other sounds and all they do is make you even more horny.

Eddie fucks into you with reckless abandon, mind full of images of your belling swollen with his child. How much he would love for you to sit on his face like that, all pretty and pregnant.

Your toes curl when Eddie flips your t-shirt up to expose your breasts. A strong, calloused hand reaching out for the mound of flesh. He kneads it and pulls on your nipple before swiping a gentle thumb over the hardened bud.

The way he fucks you is savage. Hips snapping at a speed you couldn't imagine, his fingers squeeze your skin so hard you are sure you will have brushes in the shape of his hands all over you.

The knot pulls tighter once more and your body begins to lock up in anticipation. Your eyes flutter before rolling to the back of your head. Your hands reach for his, interlocking your fingers, hoping he will keep you down on Earth.

As your orgasm hits once more, you wail. A long, monotone cry bursts from your lungs, whole unattractive but who cares when you feel so so so good?

"That's it. That's fucking it." Eddie gasps. Your cunt is practical milking him. He's trying to hold off but it's all just too much. A shiver runs up his spine and his balls pull taut. He's lost his rhythm, hips now bucking unevenly and with desperation.

All it takes is another whimper from you and he's a gunner. With one last hard thrust, he keeps himself buried to the hilt. Your walls are spasming around him, your release gushing out along with his own sticky, milky white cum.

"Yes, fuck yes. That's it, baby, take all my fucking cum."

He falls forward, letting go of your knees. His forehead rests in the crook of your neck and his lips press softly into your skin. He kisses you, a needed juxtaposition from mere seconds ago.

His breath is warm on your salt-slicked skin as he speaks again. "Such a good little cum baby, taking all that. S'what you wanted, hum?"

You close your eyes, tired. "Yeah," you whisper. "Just what I wanted."

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #joseph quinn #joseph quinn x reader #joseph quinn smut #stranger things x reader #stranger things smut #stranger things fic #female reader

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chuluoyi · 16 days

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✎ heaven's fury

- gojo satoru x reader

sometimes you forget that your husband has burdens as the strongest sorcerer alive. when he goes back home from a bad day and you're the first person he comes contact to, you're made aware of it once again

genre: angry!gojo, a bit of hurt with looots of comfort and fluff !! it’s self-indulgent too🤭

note: i knooow i said i'll post gojo angst next, but i forgot i have this in backburner too so... this hurt/comfort goes first :') based on an anon's request. loosely takes place after baby!

a part of gojo's love entries

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“Sukuna's vessel is a threat— he must be executed as soon as possible!”

“The more we put this off, the greater the risk he poses to society!”

“Gojo, you can't delay his sentence any longer—!”

Weak. All of them. They always make excuses. Trying to pin blame on someone else.

The jujutsu world he lives in… is wretched. Gojo Satoru thought he knew that well already, or at least knew enough to not get riled up over it.

Apparently not.

“Gojo-sensei? You look scary...”

Typically, he would mask his clear disdain with sharp-witted jibes, but he reached his limit this time. Especially since they had been pressuring him relentlessly to execute Itadori Yuji for at least five times a week, each week.

. . .

“Satoru, oh, you're home already!”

At the end of it all, he went home with the worst of moods. It served as a reminder—of his deep-seated contempt for weakness and how burdensome he found the task of protecting the insufferable to be.

“Satoru...?”

And it's because of their weakness that Suguru—

“Satoru, are you—?”

“Just fucking shut it!”

And that was when he saw you, standing before him with wide eyes, cradling your—his—precious baby in your arms, who was sound asleep.

“Huh…?”

Satoru immediately tensed up, realizing his mistake. And what hit him even harder was— is that a flicker of hurt he saw flashing across your face?

If so, then you quickly blinked it away because in the next instant, your face lit up with a warm smile— kind of forced, to his dismay. “Welcome home, Satoru.”

Something inside him churned, his heart started to ache, and there was a bitter taste in his mouth then.

There you were, as accepting as ever, and he cherished you for it.

But not tonight. Not for this. You didn't deserve any of his misplaced resentment.

Damn it. Damn it all!

In response, he offered you a subtle nod and headed to the bathroom, thinking a shower might help clear his foul mood away.

Contrary to what Satoru might think, you didn't really hold anything against him.

You were surprised, yes, because he was usually such a ball of energy even when he got back from intercity missions, but more than the hurt, you would understand if now, he was pissed some way or another.

Your husband is still a human. He is entitled to be upset on some days.

After ensuring your son was comfortably asleep in his cot, you returned to your bedroom to find Satoru already in bed, facing away from you. Hmph... now that you thought about it, this silence between you was unacceptable.

“Satoru.” You poked his side, but he didn't budge and still had his eyes shut. You arched an eyebrow. “Satoru? You can't be asleep.”

“…” No answer. Okay, let's try something else.

“Honey, talk to me? Hmm?” you decided to swallow the heat on your face as you addressed him more intimately. Mind you, you didn't usually call him that. He was the one in charge of pet names.

“…” This shithead. That's it.

“Satoru, my tummy hurts—”

“What?” In an instant, he flipped over, abruptly sitting up. “What hurts—”

Seizing the opportunity, you tugged him by the neck, and both of you tumbled onto the bed, with him landing on top of you. Satoru instinctively held himself up and cushioned the back of your head with his hand so you wouldn’t crash into the headboard—his blue eyes wildly flickering, searching for any sign of discomfort or harm.

“You good?” he made a face upon realizing your ruse.

“You won’t talk to me otherwise,” you noted with a hint of annoyance. But then your eyes softened into a concerned frown. “Satoru… what’s wrong?”

Once again, Satoru felt hollow. You were worried and it reached him. “It’s nothing,” he replied, looking away, trying to downplay his fury.

You pulled him close, his head against your chest, and though he was stiff and taken aback at first, he released a reluctant sigh and instinctively snuggled closer, finding comfort in your embrace.

“There, there…” you soothed with a smile, gently running your fingers through his hair. “Feel better now?”

He let out another sigh against you, returning the hug and nuzzling his face against your chest. His body heat enveloped you like a blanket.

And after a while...

“...’m sorry for yelling at you...” he muttered with such regret it made your eyes widen. “Didn’t mean it.”

The slight prickle in your heart dissipated at once, hearing his muffled voice.

“Mm-hmm, I know.”

“Really.”

“Mmm, really, really.”

He held you a little tighter, breathing in your scent, and you kept stroking his head. He looked so despondent it warmed your heart, and made you want to pet him. “Our baby loves being held like this too,” you giggled fondly. “You big baby… you’re just like him.”

Your husband let out a soft grunt against your chest, exhaling deeply.

“Whenever you’re ready, talk to me, yes?”

And so after several more pats on his head, Satoru finally told you everything, about how the higher-ups were relentlessly pressing him to put an end to Yuji, the new kid he recently enrolled to the jujutsu school.

“They're just some paranoid old fools—”

“Mm-hmm.”

“—stinky, cringey, looks depressed most of the time—”

“Heh— now that's just plain disrespect.”

“Yuji is just clueless and just has a lot to learn,” Satoru grumbled sullenly. “They didn't even teach him a thing and incapable to— how dare they? To keep him ignorant and then murder him?”

...oh.

And at that moment, you found clarity. Why he got so worked up, why he got irate this time whereas he was usually insensitive.

First, it was because of your tragic youth. No one protected Haibara from his unfortunate incident and was there for Geto when he needed it the most—which still haunted him to this day.

And secondly, because he himself is a father too. No one deserves their youth being taken away. That has been his moral compass, and the sense grows even stronger ever since the baby was born.

It made something inside you flutter.

“Satoru...” you breathed out, smiling, squeezing him affectionately. “You’re ... a kind person.”

“Huh?”

“You take it upon yourself to mentor those kids,” you mused. “Just look at Megumi and Yuta; they've turned out just fine.”

Truthfully, Satoru didn't consider himself as kind as you made him out to be. At times he felt like he was doing it because it was right, sometimes he thought it was for fun, and at other times, he simply didn't feel like seeing more deaths or wrong paths. And he was sure if you had asked Megumi whether he was a good teacher or not, the grumpy boy would only roll his eyes.

But then, just as he looked up at you, the prettiest smile blossomed on your face, and you said to him—

“And as your wife, I’m... proud of you.”

The way you sincerely told him that made his breath catch in his throat, and his heart pound a little faster.

The woman who has become his everything. This unabashed, pure love you show him.

“Sweets, I—” he suddenly rose, back to on top of you. But his voice faltered, remembering the way he coldly snapped at you earlier. “I...”

You looked up at him innocently. And he swallowed the shame because he had to tell you too.

Because you were so, so incredibly precious to him, and he wanted you to know that.

“…love you,” he mumbled, his beautiful eyes meeting yours with no hesitation. His cheeks were burning, tinted with a shade of pink—and you out of all people knew best that him being embarrassed meant as good as him not being horny—

But before you could point it out, he leaned down towards you, capturing your lips in a gentle kiss. There was no trace of the man who was hungry for your body— it was just a long, chaste kiss that contained his feelings for you.

And when he pulled back, both of you were panting slightly, trying to catch your breath. Then, he pursed his lips, his eyes glittery—somehow reminding you of your baby's face just before he cried out for his milk.

“I wanna pay for my sin. Wanna cuddle you too.”

And so you let him. He held you close, his arm under your head and you traced lazy lines on his chest, feeling contented and somewhat giddy.

“You feel that bad, huh?” you chuckled, noticing his continued gloominess.

“I am,” he puffed out his cheeks before pressing a kiss on your forehead. “Because if anyone else dares to tell you off like that, I'll wreck them on the spot.”

“Hmm, how romantic. But come to think about it... you did look a little scary though...”

At that moment, he felt his heart drop, his eyes instantly rounded in alarm, looking at you with dismay.

“No, no, I'm not scary! Wifey, I'm your devoted and loving husband!”

Epilogue

Your morning started with your baby's cries. When you glanced over, Satoru was gone from your bed already. Curious, you made your way to the baby's room, and what you saw there caused you to raise an eyebrow.

"Satoru... what are you...?"

He turned to you with an expression so heartbroken as he rocked his wailing baby. "He keeps crying, I don't know why..."

However, your attention was drawn more to his disheveled appearance. Messy hair, slitted eyes as if he hadn't brushed off sleep, and most of all, the dark eyebags under his eyes.

"Uh, Satoru... give him to me."

When he did, your baby calmed down almost instantly, his sobs turning into light sniffles, and your husband could only scratch his head in confusion.

"Why...? When I tried to look at him, he cried even harder—"

"...no offense, but if I were a baby and someone who looks like a panda holds me up, I'd get scared and cry too."

Satoru let out a theatrical gasp, clutching his chest as he hovered your baby—

"Nooo! Papa didn't mean to scare you—!"

...but to his horror, your baby turned away from him, hiding his face in your chest instead.

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