#whispers hes a scorpio

[lazyjellyfish300]

Mom and Dad Are Fighting On Valentine's Day 💌

Miguel O'Hara x Fem wife reader

Synopsis: same universe as Mom and Dad Are Fighting On Christmas. You and Miguel are married with three kids: Gabi(his), Marcus(yours), and Anthony(you two had him together). He falls back into his workaholic patterns and you two have a big fight that nearly ruins your big Valentine's Day plans. Word count 5.2k

A/N: My last piece for my Valentine's Day special! I just love this man so much lol. Enjoy! Here's the first one I posted for V Day (this fic is completely unrelated to this one)

TW: MINORS DNI, SMUT AT THE END (P IN V, FINGERING, CREAMPIE, ORAL F RECEIVING BUT DOESN'T GO INTO TOO MUCH DETAIL, BREEDING,) FAMILY PLANNING, TALKS OF DEPRESSION, TALK OF ABUSE, ANGST, MARRIAGE TROUBLES, JEALOUSY, INSECURITY, MAYBE ALLUDES TO POSTPARTUM DEPRESSION, MENTION OF TRADITIONAL GENDER ROLES, OC SIBLINGS TO GABI, OC OF YOUR (READER'S) MOTHER. The OCS HAVE PRETTY MUCH LITTLE TO NO PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION, READER'S MOTHER HAS NONE WHATSOEVER. ANTHONY FAVORS MIGUEL MORE IN TERMS OF LOOKS, THIS IS MORE DISCUSSED IN THE CHRISTMAS FIC BEFORE THIS.

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It was February 1st and one of the first nights you and your husband actually went to bed at the same time in weeks.

"Let's make a baby this Valentine's Day..." Miguel whispered as his large hand snaked under your arm to cup your breast. Your eyes fluttered, your phone slipped onto the ground, the spicy fanfic you were reading temporarily forgotten. You rolled your hips forward at his touch and panted softly.

"What...?"

"Hmmm....? ¿Quieres un otro niño conmigo, mi amor? (You want another child with me, my love?) He started laying hungry kisses on your neck, his breathing becoming more heavy and hot against your ear, which made you bite your lip. "We can have someone watch the kids...I'll take the day after off so we can have all night and everything..."

"Honey... the baby would be born in November?"

"Mhmmm..." Miguel was too busy caressing your now erect nipples and moving a hand to your crotch to really focus on your conversation.

"They'd be a Scorpio."

Miguel pulls back with an amused look on his face

"Baby...be serious. That's what you're worried about?"

You shrug. "I mean..."

Miguel scoffed and grabbed your breasts again. "I don't care when they're born...just want another little one running around...has your cute nose and everything..." His lips graze upwards on your neck until they come to rest on your jaw. "¿Qué dices?" (What do you say) he murmurs against your skin.

Your mind rushes with all kinds of thoughts. Anthony was quickly approaching his third birthday. You and Miguel had discussed adding just one more O'Hara to the family multiple times. It seemed like good timing. You missed the tender joy and even the sleep deprivation that a little baby brought with them.

You and Miguel had occasional quarrels over dividing housework here and there, but when it came to caring for the kids he was such a hands on father (when he wasn't going through one of his workaholic phases), that you didn't mind the extra labor a newborn demanded.

When people (rudely) asked you if you were done having kids, you couldn't give a firm no. One more child seemed like the perfect way to complete the family you and him built together. You were ready.

You look up at your husband, that irritatingly sexy smirk on his face as he gazes back down at you.

"Buy me dinner first?" You smirk back.

Miguel lets out a hearty chuckle, "I can handle that...I am a gentleman after all. Wouldn't want my pretty little wife thinking I have any ulterior motives..."

He leans down and you release more giggles as he blazes another trail of kisses between your breasts and down your stomach.

"You're impossible, O'Hara..."

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The next morning, you two start your usual routine. You throw on your signature leggings and hoodie since you have three kids to wrangle, along with the morning carpool.

Miguel is rolling up his sleeves on his sweater as he leans over to plant a kiss on Gabi's and Marcus's heads as they scarf down their Fruit Loops cereal. He has to chase down little Anthony for a minute, and Anthony squeals as Miguel plants a goodbye kiss on his small chubby cheeks that are smeared with banana puree.

"Bye, baby..." Miguel gives your booty what he thought was a discreet love squeeze along with a peck on the lips, much to Gabi's chagrin.

"Gross!"

Miguel grins and opens the door to the garage.

"Mmm- don't forget! Gabi has her book report presentation at 2 pm today!" You call after him.

Shit... Miguel remembers. That's going to be a tough one to squeeze in his already stuffed schedule. "Okay, I'll see what I can do!"

You groan silently to yourself. You knew him well enough to know there was a 99% chance he wasn't coming based on that response alone. You plaster on a fake smile and try to shrug off your worry for the kids' sake. "Alright munchkins, the magic school express is leaving for school, pronto!"

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After dropping off Gabi, Marcus and two of the neighbors' kids at school, you drop Anthony off at your mother's for some quality time while you catch up on housework. Or at least some of the housework because you end up showering and taking a 3 hour nap. The demands of the past week finally caught up to you. You groggily shut off the alarm on your phone. The clock said noon.

You text your husband, "Are you going to make it to Gabi's presentation?"

No answer.

But, that was typical. Miguel could get quite busy at HQ and not respond for hours. Still, you kept your hopes up that this time he'd make an honest effort to be there to support Gabi.

After lunch, you go back to your mother's and visit for a bit, then you and little Anthony head over to the school for Gabi's presentation promptly at 2 pm.

Gabi breaks out into a smile when she sees you and her baby brother enter the classroom. "Sissyyy!" Anthony babbles, waving his chunky arm.

Gabi runs to the back of the class and picks up little Anthony to give him a squeeze hello, he giggles furiously, kicking his dangling feet as she spins him around. You give both kids a warm smile then take Anthony in your lap as Gabi walks to the front of the classroom.

She hesitates for a moment and her eyes dart from you and Anthony to the door, as though she was expecting someone else to walk through. You get a sinking feeling in your gut when you realize she's looking for her papa. Her face falls a little bit when the door remains closed and the class goes silent, waiting for her to begin. You look at Gabi and give her an encouraging nod, not letting any of the disappointment you're feeling make itself known on your face.

Gabi takes a deep breath and starts to give her book report presentation. You hug Anthony a little closer to your chest as you both sit and watch, silently vowing to "accidentally" forget to cook Miguel dinner tonight.

Unfortunately, that night you didn't even get the opportunity to bitch him out because he came home some time around 3 am the next morning only to have to roll out of bed 3 hours later to beat the morning rush hour.

All of the excitement and positive momentum you thought you and Miguel were building after his suggestion to spend Valentine's Day together starts to chip away, day after day. He comes home in the wee hours of the night, missing dinner, homework, and bedtime. The kids seem to notice. Marcus snaps at you as you struggle to help him with his science homework. "Daddy knows how to do this stuff! I want him to help me, not you!"

You try to act like that comment didn't sting and answer in a calm but shaky voice. "Daddy's at work. I'm doing my best to help you and I need you to speak to me in a kinder tone, please."

Marcus grunts in frustration, stomping upstairs and slamming his door.

And, to make things worse, he begins picking more fights with Gabi than usual. Doors get slammed and toys get thrown as early as 8 am when a dispute arises over who gets to pick which cartoon is playing on the TV.

In the evenings, you have to scream at the top of your lungs and separate them after they start kicking each other under the table while little Anthony wails because he hates what's being served for dinner. The night ends with everyone in tears and all three kids eventually sleeping in your bed because they're too upset to stay in their rooms.

Miguel winds up on the couch or doesn't even come home at all, leaving you with an uneasy feeling in your stomach with a painful side of resentment.

On Valentine's Day, you wake up and look over. Gabi, Marcus, and Anthony are all in a pile lying against each other on Miguel's side of the bed. It's 5 am. You slide out of bed, taking care not to disrupt your sleeping babies.

You walk quietly downstairs, a storm brewing in your chest, a seething monologue you plan to unleash on your careless husband asleep on the couch again. You had his favorite bourbon, new cologne, his favorite snacks, and some new socks that you were going to set out for him to wake up to. He could forget about all of that now. He didn't even bother to get you anything, or even climb into bed with all of you at least when he got home.

You were preparing to hold his feet to the fire and ask where the hell he's been, if he's remembered he even has a family, and, if his sorry ass doesn't start coming home at a reasonable time or even issue a nearly two weeks overdue apology to Gabi for letting her down, that he can scrap your Valentine's Day plans, cancel the hotel, and you'll return all his gifts back to the store. Things haven't been this bad since Christmas when you nearly got divorced.

But, he's not there. The couch is bare. He spent another complete day and night at work. Didn't even come home so he could be there for you on fucking Valentine's Day. At this point, you just feel like crying. Frustration reached its boiling point and threatens to bubble over. You check your phone, the last text you sent to him was last night at 5 pm.

"Making dinner. Marcus is struggling with his science homework again and got upset with me. Will you please come home at a reasonable time tonight so you can talk to him about it? Are we still on for tomorrow and letting my mom watch the kids?"

The message was opened and read at 7:45 pm with no response. You walk outside onto your porch and call him, pacing back and forth restlessly as the phone rings.

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Miguel walks through a portal back into his office at HQ, Felicia Hardy and Ben Reilly in tow. Felicia and Ben are bantering back and forth as Miguel notices an incoming call from you. Miguel's eyes are bloodshot, not having had a blink of sleep in nearly 18 hours

"Someone's in troubleee," Felicia teases. Miguel tries to brush off the comment as he nervously answers and utters a loud "FUCK!" when he realizes what today is.

Deep down, Miguel knew he had been getting worse lately. Diving head first into his work, so adamant on protecting the multiverse that he made himself blind to your needs and the needs of his children, seemingly a purposeful self-sabatoge. It was something you both unpacked early on in your relationship for you to eventually discover he had a form of depression.

A lot of it could be traced back to all those times where he was a boy who grew up way too fast as he shielded Gabriel from the obvious abuse his step dad inflicted on their family. He would take his responsibilities almost a little too seriously, always needing to be the solution to every problem, even if it meant setting himself on fire, and to the detriment of anyone close to him.

You two also battled over the age old argument the majority of married couples faced: the disproportionate division of visible and invisible labor. This was no doubt something that was ingrained in both of you growing up as a pattern that you two were fighting to try and break: the woman handles everything related to the home and kids, the permanent project manager of the family with little to no emotional assistance from the man. Meanwhile , the man works full time and makes such a healthy living that he can sustain her and multiple kids on it at once. The only domestic tasks he should be concerned with are the lawn and any random repairs around the house.

You were very supportive of his mental health of course, but it was times like these where you just needed him home, needed to feel like you didn't have to weather this storm on your own. A very distinct part of the vows you made to each other on your wedding day.

Sometimes you found yourself crying at night or when a love song came on, asking yourself if marriage was really this hard, or if love and the ideas of it that got planted in your head from an early age were just things of fiction. Something you clearly weren't meant to experience. Hell, none of the women on your side of the family did. Your grandma had a shitty marriage but stayed, your mom and dad divorced, and your aunt couldn't make any of her three marriages work.

You hear Miguel answer and you exhale with relief. "Did you get my text?..."

Miguel pinched the bridge of his nose and nodded, "Yeah...Happy Valentine's Day... Lo siento, mi alma..."

(I'm sorry, my soul)

You cross your arms, his greeting and weak apology completely going over your head. "So, where the hell have you been? What have you been up to? I've said maybe 10 words to you in the past nearly two weeks. I've been doing this all by myself..." Your voice thickens and you begin to cry at last, "If you're hurting again you need to tell me..."

Miguel starts to interrupt you but you bulldoze over him, not letting him put out the fire that was lit underneath you. "I need you home. The kids need you home. I am not celebrating Valentine's Day with you in a hotel room tonight if you do not come home at a reasonable time this afternoon to see the kids before we need to drop them off at my mom's."

At that point, Ben makes Felicia giggle loudly in the background. The tone is flirtatious and breathy. The sound is awfully incriminating as it comes through on the other line. Miguel shoots a frantic, pissed off look in their direction.

Your heart does a death drop from your chest to your stomach as you hear it. The deep seated insecurity that always hung in the very back of your mind that liked to make unwelcome appearances, usually at the worst of times in your marriage. An unpleasant symptom of having a husband who was exceedingly physically attractive to practically anyone who laid eyes on him.

The fear he would eventually tire of you and leave you high and dry for someone else. Someone prettier. Someone younger. Someone who wasn't bogged down by responsibilities. Someone who hadn't shown him the worst of who they could be. Someone whose personality was more contagious than yours. Someone more intelligent and successful. Someone who was everything you weren't.

"Who the hell is that...?" you ask through clenched teeth.

Miguel's hand comes up, covering nearly his entire face as he weakly tries to defend himself. "That was....Felicia..."

Felicia. Of fucking course. Here we go again...You hadn't worried about her since the last argument you two had over Christmas when Miguel foolishly decided to throw it in your face that she was more pleasant to be around as a mindless way to hurt you in that moment.

The tiniest seed of insecurity planted that would cause you to spiral with overthinking whenever her name was mentioned, even when you knew she really had a thing for Ben and Miguel put in work to reassure you of the fact that you were still the sole apple of his eye. Miguel had probably just reset whatever progress you two made since then ten steps backwards.

He frantically tries to save himself on the phone but you're already checking out as we speak. "But Ben's here too! Ben's here, too! Babe! We were on Earth-5129, we've been stuck on missions that take all day. Their Sinister Six has been causing all sorts of problems. I'm not alone with anyone, baby, I swear to God. I just got carried away with work-"

"Oh, oh you got carried away alright..." Your tears are hot and salty streaks on your cheeks. "The kids and I will be staying at my mom's. Have fun on your little mission."

"Baby don't hang up I swear to God-..."

You hang up and set your phone down on the ground, crouching down so your head is in your hands and you're squatting in a near fetal position, not moving much except your shoulders gently shaking, causing you to try and rock in a soothing motion as you sob uncontrollably.

You cry and cry. You cry for yourself. You cry at the fact that you feel like a single married mother. You cry because you're frustrated you're not good enough at math to help Marcus with his homework. You cry at the memory of Gabi's disappointed, sad face when she had to give her presentation without her favorite person there to watch. You cry about your body and how you haven't felt beautiful lately, that unkind, irrational thought that perhaps if you were prettier, then Miguel would pay more attention.

You cry about not having enough time in the day to do the things you want to do and how motherhood literally has no breaks to just let you breathe. You cry about Miguel and how this marriage at times feels harder than it should be, wondering what happened to the man you married and just wanting him back.

After several minutes, you just sit and stare at the slightly overcast morning, the cold slowly announcing its presence, your emotions and stress had rendered you insensitive to its chill for most of the time you were out there. You tug your fingers into the sleeves of your pajamas and waddle back inside, pausing at the main floor bathroom. You make sure there is no evidence of tears before you get your kids ready for another day, determined to at least make their Valentine's Day magical even if yours was already off to a shit start. Emotions can wait, motherhood doesn't stop.

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Later that night, Gabi and Marcus are passed out in the guest bedroom at your mom's, sugar high worn off once again, and little Anthony is snoozing peacefully in your mom's lap. She quietly rocks him in the recliner in her living room, her nose buried in a book.

She hears Miguel enter quietly, and she looks up. Disapproval obvious in her expression as she bookmarks her spot.

You didn't tell her you and Miguel were fighting, but she knows her daughter well enough to know something was wrong, and he was the cause.

Miguel greets her in a hushed tone so as to not wake Anthony. "Thank you for watching the kids tonight..."

Your mom acknowledges with a curt nod of her head. Miguel sits down. Before he can speak, your mom interrupts. "She's at the hotel..." She pauses, letting Miguel absorb the information. "She wouldn't tell me the truth, but I know my daughter well enough to know she's hurt."

Miguel takes a deep breath, running his fingers through his hair. "Yeah... I messed up big time."

Your mom continues, "All the kids are asleep. If I were you, I'd go fix it..." She takes a deep breath of her own, Anthony stirs a little. "I love you like a son, Miguel. But, I'm gonna say this nicely: you work too much. One day, before you know it, these sweet kids are gonna be all grown up, and you and your wife won't even know what to talk about anymore because you never made your marriage a priority."

Miguel nods slowly, taking in her words.

"Don't become strangers in your marriage like I did." Your mom says, looking sincerely into Miguel's eyes. It clicks for Miguel at last, and he knows what he needs to do. He just prays that you'll even let him get close enough to let you hear him out.

Miguel gives your mom a warm smile of appreciation and a stroke to Anthony's hair before he ventures out into the February air, off to go win your heart back once again.

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You're curled up in the king sized bed in the executive suite of one of the fanciest hotels nearby. You and Miguel stayed there the night before you eloped, and it was your first time staying there since. You would have cancelled the room altogether, but it was too late by the time Miguel messed up, so you figured you'd enjoy it, even if you had to do it alone, dammit. If you were going to cry, then at least you'd be doing it while wearing the hotel's fancy bathrobe on the top floor with chocolate covered strawberries and champagne.

You popped one in your mouth to try and distract from your tears that threatened to leak once again as you watched Letters to Juliet on the flat screen TV. You sniffed loudly, and there was a loud booming knock at the door.

You stayed right where you were, having a hunch it was your husband crawling back, biting another chocolate covered strawberry, this time chasing it with a longer sip of champagne.

The knocks get louder and you mutter a "shit" when you hear Miguel start calling your name, his fist relentless against the heavy oak door. You get up cautiously, creeping towards the knocking.

"Abre la puerta, cariño, por favor!!!" (Open the door, dear, please!) Miguel yells. "Stop doing this shit baby, I'M YOUR HUSBAND! TALK TO ME!"

The neighbors across the hall open up their door and start chastising him. Something about "keep it down people are trying to sleep", "this is the first night we've had away in MONTHS", "take your relationship problems outside", to which Miguel loudly hisses it's none of their goddamn business.

You open the door, yank your disheveled, tall ass husband into your room, and slam it in the face of the Karens. Problem solved. You huff and turn around, making your way back to your champagne throne, not saying a word.

Miguel makes a loud sigh, trying to settle from 100 back to 0. "Sweetheart, I'm sorry..." His brown locks are unkempt, a little bit of stubble peppers his chin. His crimson eyes are surrounded by little bloodshot lines. In his hands he has a slightly wilted bouquet of pink roses, one of the last bundles they had available at the grocery store, and in the other, a little pack of caramel Ghirdadellis being held by a tiny stuffed gray hippo.

You take the stuffed animal from Miguel with a neutral expression on your face. "He can stay," you wiggle the hippo in your hand. "But you can't. "

Miguel groans. "Baby, NOTHING happened. I swear on our children."

You raise an eyebrow at the bold statement. "On our children?"

Miguel sits on the edge of the bed, pulling at the hem of your bathrobe. "If I'm lying, let God Himself strike me down where I stand."

"You're sitting," you murmur, unable to resist. Miguel gives an exhausted gasp of laughter.

"You know what I mean..." He says, trying to steer the conversation back on target. "I would NEVER do that to you in a million years. I was an ass, I know. I've been taking too much time at work and I neglected you. I neglected the kids..." He sighs and leans into your chest. You silently wrap your hands around his head, pressing him into you.

Miguel closes his eyes, taking a deep smell of your scent. All of his stress seemingly being tugged out of his head with every moment he stays squished against your heart. He tries to explain, "Ben and Felicia were laughing, that's what you heard on the phone..."

You take a steady intake of breath. "Miguel..."

"Te lo prometo...." (I promise you) He says earnestly, looking up into your eyes from where he's still sitting on the edge of the bed. "Te lo prometo" (I promise you) he repeats for emphasis this time, his voice reducing to a whisper, crimson eyes wide as though his pupils could pull you in and make you see the truth.

"You don't need to explain yourself..." You say, bringing your hands to cup his face. His eyes fluttered closed and he leans into them. When he reopens them, a thin layer of tears is evident.

When Miguel cries, you can't help but cry also. You press your tongue against the back of your teeth, and go back to playing with his hair instead to hold them at bay. "How'd we get like this, baby?..."

That sentence utterly breaks his heart because he's all too aware of his role he's played in being a strain on your marriage by now. This was unlike you two. He's unable to speak but a million thoughts sprint through his head. Life happened. We stopped making each other the priority. Yes, the kids' needs would ultimately trump everything else while they were still very young, but when was it going to be your time again? Instead of going back to the way things were, you'd have to get to know each other again.

Meeting yourselves again as the new people you evolved into, reunited over those tender words you promised each other on wrinkled paper you stole from a printer in a cramped city office building nearly 5 years ago. Your lovely face bore a jittery smile underneath your department store veil, Miguel's expression tender as though he could power a city from the affection on his face alone.

Now, on this late Valentine's Day night , he beckons you to sit next to him, which you do. He lays you backwards, following you and propping himself on his elbow. The shift causes one tear to escape, creeping into your hair. You sniffle, and Miguel looks at you with concern. "Life got in the way again...it's not your fault. It's mine..." He admits shamefully.

You stare at the ceiling, more tears trickling into your hair before you look at Miguel. "Why'd you marry me?"

Miguel gives you a soft smile and answers in a hushed tone. "I decided one day that I didn't want to be without you." He pauses and his smile disappears momentarily, then creeps back up again. "Do you still wanna be without me right now?"

You shake your head. "No...I was mad. But that doesn't mean I really want you to go. I've just missed you, baby... *sigh*.....can we end the night together?"

Miguel's expression liquefies, "Course we can...and tomorrow too, right?" He scoops you even closer. We'll take our time, maybe get breakfast at that diner you love? Take you shopping?...I got a lot to make up for," he chuckles.

You hum, bringing your fingertips against his broad back. "Yes please." You let yourself drown in his hug for several moments, then you say, "We really need to stop fighting and making up on all the major holidays. Hallmark is going to catch wind of it and make a film adaptation, just watch."

Miguel beams, a light snicker from his chest vibrates against your body. "Haha...you're right, baby. Can't keep letting them get away with it..." His hand moves to grip your ass. "I'll wait til St. Patrick's Day to act up instead..."

"Babe. No."

"I'm kidding!"

"No, just, no," you shake your head, trying to wiggle out of his grasp but he holds you firmly down, both hands moving under your robe.

"You're right, my apologies, Mrs...." he croons.

"O'Hara. That's Mrs. O'Hara to you." You prod the tip of his nose.

"Mmm..."

Miguel kisses the sides of your neck, his lips still contain the tiniest bit of chill from the outside. You sigh into it, your sweet sounds of surrender tickling his ears, evolving into a wave of warmth that covers every inch of him, making him tremble for what's happening next.

"Mrs.... O'Hara..." At the sound of his name, he slides two fingers into your pussy. Your lips fall open at the intrusion, a whine bouncing off the walls.

"Shh...." Miguel soothes, his fingers start moving in a circular pattern.

"Fffuck...," your back arches, encouraging him to go deeper. You've reached the point where you're completely vulnerable. Falling apart to your husband's sweet thick fingers.

Miguel kisses the top of your breasts, still coaxing the walls of your pussy. "There she is..."

"I love you so much..." you whine, almost desperate.

His eyes are completely intoxicated by the utter desire leaking out of your body and into his hand. "I love you, sweetheart..." his voice barely above a whisper, as though any noise that escaped him threatened to rip you out of the haze of pleasure you both were currently drowning in.

You lift your chin, capturing his lips in yours. Soft and wet, they move seamlessly as they had nearly thousands of times before. A familiar song and dance you two engaged in, yet seemed to take you to a place that felt brand new each time you did.

"Make love to me..." your murmur buzzes softly against his lips, leaving his breath hanging hot and heavy.

Miguel answers by making his kisses a little harder. Lingering for a second longer, his tongue weaving a little deeper, leaving yours burning for more contact. A steady stream that turned into a faucet. Every bit of you yearns for him. This man you loved so much. And he yearns for the same in return. He'd happily give into you any time.

He praises you as you take his cock. Your eyes closing momentarily to accommodate his size. He traces your lips, letting the bottom one drag down just a little, leaving an opening for his thumb. You suck it greedily, the callouses of his thumb massaging against the ridges of your tongue. You moan as you taste his skin, earning a low grunt from him in return.

"Mi luz(My light).....so, so gorgeous..."

The corners of your lips curve into a smirk as you continue, but you release it when Miguel begins thrusting harder.

"Shit...." Your head presses back against the pillows and Miguel leans closer to you, his soft breaths fanning you, his fingers combing over your hairline as he holds you in place.

"Swear your pussy drives me insane no matter how many times we've fucked..." Miguel groans in a low voice.

You wind your thighs tighter around him, your body on the verge of overstimulation. "Cum in me ... remember? Wanna give you another baby..."

Miguel lets out a moan louder in volume than any of the previous ones. "¿En serio, amor?" (Seriously, love?)

"Please....."

Your bodies intertwined in a knot of passion as he fills you completely with his cum. You hold him tight, intimate moments like these that only the two people occupying the bed would remember. The raw, dirty memory of the night you hopefully conceived your last child with him.

He stays buried inside you, not ready to separate just yet. Letting the afterglow of the passion wash over you both for several more moments.

Soon after, you're enjoying the steam of the shower as you and Miguel take turns washing another, the smacks of your lips together echoing off the tile leading to a wet slap as your hand comes up to steady yourself against the wall as Miguel dives between your thighs once again.

"Happy Valentine's Day, Mrs. O'Hara..."

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[myun-saidthoughts]

Why She Fell In Love: 4th/8th/12th Synastry Edition:

Because he looked into her eyes and she felt the ease she's always wished for. Because she feels an absence where love should be. Because she feels that her soul knows him. Because she is searching for the answers of what it means to feel peace. Because she never felt loved in the place she has to call "home."

Because when she's with him, she doesn't feel that dire wish for someone to be called hers. Because his whispers to her feel like a song. Because every time she closes her eyes, all she see's is him. Because he is the key that allows her to feel the depth of love she craves for. Because when she looks at him her irises dilate. Because her fingers feel safe between his.

Because she doesn't love herself. Because when she's with him she can love herself. Because she relies on others for the love she is too afraid to self-develop. Because those cigarettes burns touched a little too close to her heart one too many times. Because his smile directly stares into a void she doesn't know she has. Because with him she finally feels acceptance. Because she allows herself to feel comfort when he is around.

Because she can't help it. Because he fulfills the void of where love once was. Because with him, she feels peace. Because her eyes tells him a story that he can only read. Because his arm around hers feels like a comfort blanket. Because his presence reminds her of the worth she once felt as a child.

Because her childhood home walls reeked of fear. Because her father's yells still echoes in the hallways. Because her mother cries flooded into her main airway. Because her father left one day before she came home for school. Because her mother became an empty vessel. Because no one showed her it's possible to feel peace without another.

Because she feels like she has no one else. Because without him, the cries for love that she tries to ignore sits inside her bones. Because his green eyes told her "I won't let you go." Because she for once, gets to call someone her home.

P.S

This interpretation is more for those who struggle with a harsh upbringing/past either from parents or partnerships. If you struggle with a disorganized attachment style or have harsh placements such as:

Scorpio/Cancer/Pisces/8H/12H Sun, Moon, Venus, or rising + heavy earth placements/planets that fall in your earth houses

Virgo/Capricorn Sun, Moon, or rising with heavy water placements/planets that fall in your water houses

7H stellium in a water or earth sign with 2+ more of these listed placements/aspects (there likely need to be contradictions in your natal chart that go against your 7H stellium)

If your Sun, Moon or Venus make oppositions/squares/conjunctions with Pluto/Neptune/Uranus (sometimes Mars if you also have 2+ of these listed placements/aspects)

Your IC (4H) is in: Aries, Virgo, Capricorn, Scorpio, Aquarius with Saturn/Pluto/Neptune/Uranus/Lilith/Chiron

8H/12H stellium/placements with asteroids falling in there such as Lilith or Chiron (especially if those placements make oppositions, squares or conjunctions to your Sun, Moon, rising, Venus or Mars)

Any natal placements that are in Fall/Detriment (such as planets falling in weak houses e.g., 10H Moon/4H Saturn etc or your natal placements are poorly placed e.g., Scorpio Moon/Libra Sun/Virgo Venus) that make aspects to your personal planets Sun/Moon/rising/Venus/Mars

North Node in the 8TH house (with 2+ polarized aspects listed above)

Then this post might resonate with you. Generally if you have any contradictions in your chart where there is a polarization with wanting love but also fearing it; then this would be for you.

If you do not struggle with a broken attachment style this may not resonate. 💫💫

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BACK TO SCHOOL✩༶‧˚

GENRE + T/W: sfw, fluff. WORD COUNT: 4.5k words. TAGS: satoru gojo x fem!oc. adoptedkiddos! megumi & tsumiki. overprotective!oc.

SYNOPSIS: oc gojo girlfriend and satoru take megumi and tsumiki to get registered for school! AUTHOR'S NOTE: this was such a random piece that was sitting in my drafts, but i wanted to write more of guardian oc gojo girlfriend and satoru. oc gojo girlfriend will throw down with anyone who says shit about her kids or her man lol i think it's her scorpio sign. and y'all know she joined the pta because she's spiteful hahaha. REMINDER: if you want to imagine yourself in oc gojo girlfriend's character descriptions instead, please do!

"satoru, you have to take megumi and tsumiki shopping for school supplies and clothes after your morning jujutsu practice today." you called out to him while brushing your hair, "i can't go with you because i'm showing the first years around today... and then we need to take them to register for school tomorrow morning."

satoru stepped out of the steamy shower, a towel wrapped around his waist, eucalyptus body wash aroma filling the air. he made his way to your side to peck a kiss on your cheek. his wet hair dripping all over you, bright blue eyes gazing at you in adoration.

"sure thing sweetheart, but don't get mad at me if i choose something for the kids that you don't particularly like."

you held his cheek in the palm of your hand, glaring at him, "just make sure the kids' clothes match and don't waste their money. the kids don't need designer clothing."

satoru gave you a smirk and squeezed your shoulders as if he was saying ‘fine…’

“i gotta go. don't get into any trouble, okay?”

"me? trouble? never heard of it." satoru winked at you.

you glared at him as he grinned, kissing him quickly on the cheek before you attempted to leave his room.

"(y/n)?" satoru called out to you.

you turned around to see what your boyfriend wanted. "what is it, satoru?" you groaned, "i'm gonna be late."

"you gotta give me a proper goodbye kiss. none of that soft bullshit."

you reluctantly walked back over to him and giggled. "you are too much, satoru gojo."

how could you say no to a freshly showered satoru gojo enticing you with a kiss?

satoru pulled you into his lap as you straddled his waist. "now i'm definitely going to be late." you laughed.

the white haired sorcerer whispered in your ear, "just one kiss and i'll let you go."

later that day: satoru's pov

satoru, tsumiki and megumi walked around a local shopping mall in tokyo. there was a specific clothing boutique in ginza that you liked to buy clothes for the kids at.

the two fushiguros trailed behind their guardian. megumi sure missed your presence today. why did gojo-sensei have to take them back-to-school shopping instead of you? megumi always felt more comfortable whenever you were around, he always felt so small around gojo-sensei. your comforting presence always made him feel better.

tsumiki tugged at satoru's uniform, "sensei, how come (y/n) isn't coming shopping with us?"

"she's busy showing the first years around the school today," satoru smiled, "—so your cool and totally awesome sensei is going to take you guys shopping instead."

the trio entered the familiar children's boutique as an employee recognized satoru and waved. "good morning, satoru! no (y/n) today?"

"not today. she’s busy with student body president duties this year," satoru flashed a smile at the employee. he turned to his partner-in-crime, “—tsumiki, let's start with you first.”

satoru started browsing through the girl’s clothing for tsumiki. during his scan, he spotted a pink tutu. he thought that it was adorable, and tsumiki had to have it. he thought to himself, 'i'll probably get a lecture for this one, but it's too cute to pass up'.

tsumiki ended up choosing pink and neutral colored clothing. she was such a girly girl, and you had so much fun dressing her up and taking her to her dance and cheer lessons.

once satoru finished picking out some new pieces for tsumiki, he started to look at clothes for megumi. picking out clothes for boys was much easier since he knew nothing about girls' clothes. he rarely bought you clothes for that reason, especially since he knew that you were so picky.

satoru chuckled to himself when he thought of the time where he tried to buy you lingerie as a joke and almost got a high pressured water cannon shot to his face. luckily, he had his infinity on or you would've drowned him in the yokohama bay.

the white-haired guardian picked up two pairs of jeans in navy blue and black. he added shirts that megumi could layer, and new shoes into the shopping cart. he noticed that megumi was growing out of his clothes and shoes now. that kid was going to have a growth spurt soon. megumi brought over a couple of pieces of clothing he wanted and placed it in the cart innocently. satoru peered over at him.

"did you get everything you wanted, megumi?"

the child avoided eye contact with satoru, "yeah, i did."

he turned over to the older fushiguro. "—and what about you, tsumiki?"

she shot a bright smile at satoru, "yup!"

“alright, let’s head to the stationary shop.”

satoru and the children went towards the cashier to check out. he swiped his black credit card to pay for the clothes.

"sensei, that's not the bank card!" tsumiki gasped, wondering why satoru didn't use the card that was intended for tsumiki and megumi’s use.

satoru chuckled, "you're right, kiddo. this is from me and (y/n). consider it a back-to-school gift."

tsumiki's eyes sparkled, "whoa, thank you gojo-sensei!"

"thank you, sensei." megumi added to show his appreciation too, however he still avoided eye contact.

satoru smiled and ruffled megumi's hair, "you're both very welcome. make sure to give (y/n) a big ol’ hug when you see her tonight too, okay?"

the two fushiguros nodded obediently at him. of course they would give you a hug when they got home to show their appreciation. they loved you with all their hearts. you were the mother figure in their lives that they didn’t know they needed.

providing for tsumiki and megumi with your own money was something you and satoru talked about when you decided to take in the kids as your own. the plan was to set aside their financial aid money so that they would be set once they turned 18. since you and satoru came from wealthy clans, it was the least you two could do for them.

"next, we need to buy school supplies..." satoru announced as he held the shopping bags full of clothes in one hand and his shopping list that you wrote for him this morning in another, "—then we can go back to jujutsu high and have some dinner."

satoru felt his phone vibrating in his pocket. sure enough, it was you.

"hi babe." satoru greeted you over the phone with a smile.

"how's shopping with the kids?" you asked.

"i know you're going to yell at me when i get home, so i might as well tell you now—i bought tsumiki a tutu."

"satoru gojo... a tutu?!"

satoru corrected you, "excuse me, but it's 'sweetheart' or ‘babe’, to you."

"satoru..." you grumbled.

he corrected you again, "babe—"

satoru chuckled at your stubbornness, using his last name whenever you were trying to be serious with him did not scare him as much as it used to. he could tell when you were truly upset with him and when you weren’t—and this was not one of those times.

"fine then. babe, a tutu? really?" you asked in disbelief. you pinched your nose bridge in annoyance.

"it was too cute, i couldn't resist." satoru argued, "—plus, i used my own card. so don't chastise me."

you changed the subject, "is megumi doing okay without me?"

"he's just being himself... quiet." satoru cocked his head to the side to see what megumi was up to, "sounds like you're showing favorites, sweetheart. how come you never ask about tsumiki?"

"because i know that tsumiki already loves you, it's megumi i'm worried about. he's so shy around you." you explained, "—and i don't have favorites. i love them both equally."

satoru flirted with you, "what about me? am i not your favorite? do you even love me?"

"i definitely love them more than you." you teased him, "are you coming home soon?"

satoru ignored your comment about loving the kids more than him. he would make it his mission to make sure you loved him more than anything in this world.

"we'll be home soon. the kids are picking out their school supplies."

"principal yaga said that we're having a dinner to celebrate the new students. so make sure you’re back on time, please.”

satoru rolled his blue eyes so far back in his head he hoped they would get stuck. that meant that he'd have to see principal gakuganji, and he was definitely towards the bottom of his list of favorite people at jujutsu high.

“okay, babe. whatever you say.” satoru sighed.

you giggled over the receiver, “i love you, satoru gojo.”

“i love you too, sweetheart.”

satoru clamped his flip phone shut and placed it back into his front pocket. he called out to the kids, “what do you say we get some ice cream before we head back to jujutsu high? (y/n) says it's okay if we're a little late.”

the next morning

your alarm rang while satoru groaned in your chest, face buried against your sternum as you cradled his head with your arms.

"five more minutes..." satoru mumbled breathlessly into your chest.

you tried to sit up, satoru refusing to let go of you with his strong arms. you grabbed your pillow and hit him upside the head with it. you got a lucky strike, no infinity.

"wake up! we told principal kinomoto that we'd be early."

satoru took the pillow you threw at him and tossed it on the ground. he grabbed you by your waist to pull your body on top of his. you squealed as you tried to get out of his grasp.

you held his face in the palm of your hands. "wake up, babe."

satoru continued to groan. you peeled his arms off of you and stepped out of the bed. he watched you make your way into the bathroom. you were wearing one of his white uniform button ups and his briefs. your messy hair cascaded down your back. you were a sight to behold in the morning. satoru felt like he was hiding a national treasure in his room whenever you were with him.

satoru reached his arms under his pillow, stretching his long body. he called out to you, "did i ever mention that you look great in my clothes?"

you rolled your eyes at him before shooting back a half-grin. god, he loved that crooked smile of yours. he gave you a scoff in return. you ran the water so you could wash your face and brush your teeth.

after you and satoru spent the early morning sneaking kisses on each other and getting ready together, you both walked over to tsumiki and megumi's room to get them ready for the day. you took care of megumi as satoru took care of tsumiki. while you were buttoning up megumi's shirt, you watched as satoru brushed and tied tsumiki's hair into two perfect pigtails.

the 7 year old reached for her jar of butterfly clips and handed them to satoru. he picked out two pink ones to clip into her hair, making sure her bangs were out of her face.

you patted megumi's shoulders, smiling at the younger fushiguro, "there we go, megumi. you look so handsome in your new shirt."

megumi blushed, looking down at his tan-colored button-up. "gojo-sensei chose it for me."

"lookin' good there, kiddo." satoru smiled at him and then turned to you, "doesn't tsumiki look great too, sweetheart?"

you smiled back at satoru and tsumiki, "of course she does. she's my little girly girl."

tsumiki twirled around in her new pink dress. she was so darn cute. satoru bent down to tighten the straps on her shoes. he pat her head as she hugged his leg. the kids were so tiny compared to satoru. you really did look like little family when you were out in public together.

after getting ready, tsumiki and satoru led the way to the dining hall while you and megumi trailed behind them. the four of you grabbed breakfast before heading out into the city.

at the elementary school

you could hear the whispers about you and satoru through your spirit birds. the other mothers were asking each other if you and satoru were actually tsumiki and megumi's real parents, how old you two were, and many other unsolicited questions and thoughts.

you had all the registration paperwork for megumi and tsumiki in your backpack as you sat down at a pavilion table to fill out the remaining papers with satoru.

"babe—" you turned to satoru who was watching tsumiki and megumi play on the playground, "should i put you down as the primary emergency contact?"

satoru had a red lollipop in his mouth that he got from the front desk, his sunglasses were resting on his nose bridge. he took the lollipop out of his mouth to reply to you, "sure, sweetheart. but why not put yourself down?"

"well—" you bit your lip in hesitation, "i was thinking that since you can teleport, you could get here faster if anything happened to the kids." you rested your chin on your hand and leaned into him. he put his arm around you, pulling you closer.

"makes sense to me."

you and satoru watched the kids in adoration as tsumiki already made new friends on the playground. she was prancing around the field while megumi was hanging on the monkey bars.

two women approached you, startling you and satoru out of your focused adoration for the kids.

"excuse me. are you those children's mother?" the woman pointed at tsumiki and megumi. "—the one with the brown hair and the blue hair."

"we're their guardians." you introduced you and satoru, "i'm (y/n) and this is my boyfriend, satoru."

the second mother playfully hit the first mother on the shoulder, "see? i told you that they're too young to be their parents. she barely looks like she's in high school."

"why do you ask?" satoru asked defensively, furrowing his eyebrows.

you put your hand on satoru's arm, a motion to tell him to fall back and that you'd handle this. he always came to your defense when it came to you or the kids… but he knew that you were on a different level of overprotective when it came to tsumiki and megumi. satoru just sat back and continued to watch the show.

"well, this school is a very prestigious school for children. we know almost everyone and all the families who attend here... and we've never seen you two around or those two kids." the second mother sneered at the both of you.

the first mother feigned shock, "they don't have a mother or father... that's so sad."

you glared at the two women, "just because we aren't their biological parents doesn't mean that they aren't being properly cared for. satoru and i have given them everything they need and they are in a loving environment."

you weren’t sure how loving an environment like the tokyo jujutsu high dorms actually was… but you and satoru made it clear to tsumiki and megumi that you both loved and cared for them, and that if they ever needed or wanted anything, it was theirs. the world was their oyster with you and satoru by their sides.

"well then. that's good to hear." the first mother started to turn her back towards you, "it was a pleasure meeting you, miss (y/n)?"

"(l/n)." you corrected her. just because she was older than you didn't mean that she could call you by your first name.

"we hope to see you around at school events." the second mother interrupted, "we volunteer at the school quite a bit. parents... or shall i say... guardians that volunteer help their kids gain recognition within the school. i'm sure we'll see you around if you don't want your kids to fall behind."

the two women started to walk away, snickering between themselves. satoru waved them off and patted your thigh to try to calm you down.

"just ignore them, sweetheart. they’re just old women whose husbands don’t actually love them." he tried to comfort you, grabbing your hand to kiss your knuckles. “—and i love you, so you’ll never be like them.”

you motioned one of your spirit birds to fly forward, following the two women. satoru sighed in defeat, he knew you weren't going to just ignore them. he started to grin though, this was one of things that made you so attractive in his eyes. it was that fire in you. you never stepped down from a fight.

"that blue haired child looks like he's going to be trouble. look at him! he looks like a delinquent." "we need to make sure that our children don't get involved with them. we don't even know what their guardians do for a living." "how are they even paying for tuition?" "i doubt those two can even afford to pay for the tuition here. they’re just teenagers!"

you grit your teeth, jaw clenched in anger, lips pursed. satoru could feel your cursed energy waver. he nudged you one last time, "babe, come on. let’s just go back to filling out paperwork."

"you heard what they said about our kids."

you slammed your pen against the table. you got up and walked towards the two women. satoru signed and folded his arms to watch the remainder of the show. he wished he had popcorn for this. he was ready to hold you back if needed, but he actually liked seeing you get feisty like this. he knew you could hold your own against anyone, including him.

"excuse me!" you called out to the two women, "hey! you two!"

the two mothers turned around, looking back at you, appalled at your approach.

"say one more thing about megumi and tsumiki!" you pointed at them with your index finger. "let's see what happens!"

"don't you know where our families come from? ever heard of the (l/n) clan or the gojo clan? the audactiy of you two to question how we can afford to pay for tuition. their tuition was paid fully in cash. you can ask the cashier over there." you pointed towards the cashier's window.

the first mother stammered, she was shocked that you confronted them, "well, i—"

"just because i'm young doesn't mean that i can't be a good mother to megumi and tsumiki." you snapped at them, "those two 'delinquents' mean the world to me. i can provide them whatever they need or want in order for them to live a happy life. maybe you two should focus on your own children instead of mine."

"that's enough out of you!" the second mother snapped back at you, "who do you think you are? who taught you how to be so disrespectful towards your elders?"

"—can i ask what's going on here?" a man with gray hair and grey eyes approached the three of you, interrupting the cat fight. satoru jumped in his seat and started to whistle, pretending not to have been listening on the sidelines.

"oh! principal kinomoto!" the first woman ran to his side, "this rude child was just causing a scene!"

principal kinomoto recognized you, "(y/n) (l/n)?"

"hi principal kinomoto!" you waved.

the two mothers looked at you in shock. they were surprised that you and the principal were already acquainted, wondering how you knew him.

"what's all the commotion about?" the principal asked again.

"well, these two had some stuff to say about my kids." you reported back to the grey haired principal, pointing at the two women.

"i see… is this true?" the principal turned to the two, "you know we don't tolerate this type of behavior. the (l/n) clan donates heavily to all the schools in tokyo. let's not jeopardize their generous contributions to our school due to some unwarranted comments."

the two women's jaw dropped. they were speechless. they absolutely knew about the (l/n) clan. they just didn’t think you were from that (l/n) clan.

"(y/n), we have much to catch up on. i saw that you and satoru are enrolling two children here."

"what's up, principal!" satoru called out. satoru made his way to you and the principal. he put his arm around your waist and shook hands with principal kinomoto.

he introduced satoru again to the two women, "mrs. fujiwara, mrs. yoshida. this is satoru gojo. the gojo clan also donate tremendously to this school as well. as a matter of fact, they're the ones that paid for the new library last fall."

"you two may leave now, i have to speak with the principal." you said to the two women, "you should go find your children."

mrs. fujiwara and mrs. yoshida quickly turned around and called for their children from the playground. it looked like they wouldn't be bothering you or your kids any time soon.

"ignore those two. they’re known for their gossip. let's sit down and catch up." principal kinomoto ushered you and satoru back to the table you were sitting at. "(y/n), how is touya? i haven't seen him in so long!"

"he's great. he's working on becoming the head of the household."

"—and are you at jujutsu high with satoru?"

satoru ruffled your hair, "yep, she is! we're third years now. gonna graduate soon!"

"so tell me about these kids you're enrolling." the principal peered over at the playground.

"would you like to meet them?" you asked with a smile. “they’re just the best kids.”

satoru called out to the two fushiguros, "hey! megumi! tsumiki! can you guys come here real quick?"

megumi jumped down from the monkey bars, tsumiki slid down from the metal slide she was on. they both ran towards you and satoru. tsumiki jumped into satoru's arms while megumi attached himself to your side.

"principal kinomoto, meet megumi and tsumiki fushiguro." you introduced the two fushiguros to their future principal with a cheeky smile, "—they're mine and satoru's kids."

"kiddos, say hi to principal kinomoto." satoru said, "he's a good friend of ours."

principal kinomoto reached his hand out for a handshake, "nice to meet you two."

you and satoru watched as tsumiki and megumi nervously shook hands with their principal and said hi. they were so cute in the way they interacted with him.

after getting acquainted, you shoo'd them off, “you two can go back and play now.”

they quickly smiled and waved, running back to play on the playground with their new friends. once megumi was back on the monkey bars, you turned to the principal, "principal kinomoto, i do have some concerns."

"what's on your mind, (y/n)?"

"i'm not worried about tsumiki fitting in, but i am worried about megumi." you sighed, hoping that megumi would be okay in school without you.

satoru added, "—megumi might cause a little trouble for you, principal."

the grey haired principal laughed, "is he a troublemaker like you, satoru?"

"you have no idea." you scoffed.

"the kid's a zen'nin with the ten shadows technique." satoru mentioned.

principal kinomoto looked at you and satoru, "you don't say?" he adverted his attention to megumi on the playground, "what shikigami has he tamed have so far?"

"just the demon dogs. he's starting to see nue and gamma though. so don't be surprised if you see two puppies named shiro and kuro on school grounds." satoru chuckled.

principal kinomoto was actually a grade one jujutsu sorcerer and was in the same class as touya. after graduation, he left to work as a non-sorcerer because he didn't like the mental toll being a jujutsu sorcerer put on him. he ended up going into education because he loved kids. if he couldn't save children from curses, he would save them another way, through education. him and his wife, mrs. akita, ran the school that you were enrolling megumi and tsumiki at. it was satoru's idea to register the kids here knowing the ties they had with the jujutsu society.

“don't worry. tsumiki and megumi will be taken care of here.”

"thanks so much, principal." you let out a relieved sigh, "that's one less thing to worry about."

"being a parent is hard," the principal laughed, pointing at you and satoru, "—but you two... when did that become a thing?"

"she fell in love with me at first sight." satoru interjected with a cocky smirk.

"—absolutely not." you threw an ice shard at his infinity, "i can't get rid of him... it's been almost two years now? satoru broke my domain expansion from the outside when i was sparring with touya. that's how we first met." (read 'love at first fight' here)

principal kinomoto teased you both, "—so it was love at first sight?"

"more like first fight. satoru didn't even like me at first." you told the principal. he was enthralled with your love story.

satoru rolled his eyes, "—that's not true!"

"i'm actually surprised that your brother didn't kill satoru when he found out you two were dating." principal kinomoto shrugged.

"god, touya and satoru love each other. they're bestfriends now. sometimes i think touya loves satoru more than me."

"well, give your brother my regards," principal kinomoto got up from his seat, "i have to get back to the office. i'm sure i have plenty of parents waiting to meet with me."

"take care." you waved.

"yeah, take care. we'll send the check for the monthly donation this week." satoru called out to the principal. you and satoru were now in charge of the clans’ donations to the school since you'd be visiting the school often.

principal kinomoto waved and brushed you two off, "don't worry about it. take your time with the donations. akita and i are happy to have megumi and tsumiki starting at the school."

you and satoru watched as the principal walked away from the pavilion table. you both sighed in relief. you didn’t think that being ‘parents’ at such a young age was in the cards for you and satoru... but he just had to bring home two adorable children for you to raise.

"that was hot." satoru giggled. the corner of his eyes started to wrinkle as he tried holding back his boisterous laugh.

"what was hot?" you asked.

"the way you stood up to those two moms." satoru said, "i love when you get feisty."

you leered at him, a cheshire grin spreading across your face, "—oh you love when i get feisty?"

"—but not with me!" satoru quickly said with his palms up in defense.

you rolled your eyes at him and finished filling out megumi and tsumiki's registration paperwork while the sly sorcerer snuck tender kisses on your cheek.

you scribbled your signature on the last line. after a moment, you turned to satoru, “should i join the parent-teacher association?”

EXTRA:

“(y/n), can i get the 64 pack of crayons with the sharpener in the back?” megumi asked in hopes that you'd say yes. he had always wanted the 64 pack of crayons.

satoru looked at the younger fushiguro, “you only need 12 crayons to color. who do you think you are? picasso?”

you glared at satoru and turned to megumi, “yes, you can have the 64 pack, megumi. get one for tsumiki too. and your gojo-sensei will pay for it."

"wha—hey!" satoru called out as you, megumi, and tsumiki walked away from him to head to the next aisle.

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Hi! I don't remember if there was such a question / answer but what kind of foreplay does each members ateez have before sex, how will everything begin and what could be the reason / atmosphere for this?)

I finally have the time to answer this question IN detail because a few members are similar to each other and others are quite different.

Disclaimer: This analysis is for delusional purposes only and is entirely theoretical and based on astrology.

Ateez Members And Foreplay:

Kim Hongjoong:

His Scorpio Venus/Virgo Mars means he LOVES foreplay and he has high stamina so he likes to take his time and show you his love.

The Scorpio stellium means his FEELINGS have such a huge impact on how everything begins, there will be times where he's desperate and just yearns for your touch.

'I can't hold back tonight angel, I need you right now'

And there will be times where he's in the mood to tease and taunt, edging you with his fingers and tongue, enjoying your brow sweat and thighs tighten- the power he would feel.

'Uh-uh, if you keep talking to me like that- then neither of us will be happy tonight'.

Park Seonghwa:

Aquarius Venus/Aries Mars = what is foreplay?

Seonghwa's sex drive is THROUGH THE ROOF (one of the highest in the group) and so he's just ready to go all the time and in any place.

You're on the couch watching Netflix and a sex scene comes on?

He'll bend you over the couch and take you right there and then.

You're wearing his favourite pair of stockings and heels?

He will fuck you in those pair of heels, regardless of whether you're in public or in the privacy of your own home.

So foreplay most of the time will be hasty because the end game is you.

Jeong Yunho:

Soft, sweet...until he's bored.

Yunho and his Taurus Venus/Scorpio Mars- like Hongjoong has a fluctuating sex drive and it would depend on the energy of the moment.

If you're in a CNC scene (which I have mentioned is a strong kink of Yunho) then foreplay will involve picking you up, pinning you down, holding your body to him and using you as he pleases.

'Just let me have you now princess and I'll take care of you later'

But- if he's in a playful and light-hearted mood...then foreplay will just be cute kisses, soft hands down your body, light teasing and muffled giggles.

'What? I just love kissing you princess, your moans and giggles are so cute, I could listen to them all day'.

Kang Yeosang:

Yeosang's Leo Venus and Libra Mars indicates a high sex drive but slow momentum so his form of foreplay could be such a tiny action at first- a kiss on your cheek...brushing your hair away from your face.

And then the more eager he becomes, the more dominant his actions become and he'll pull you on top of him, groping your arse and voice deepening, his grip tightening.

His Libra Mars indicates cowgirl or any position where you're on top is what he loves- not because he's submissive but because he loves seeing your tits bounce in his face and sweat beading down your neck.

'My precious doll, you're such a cute angel for me, you're beautiful, you're gorgeous...I don't know what else to say'...

Choi San:

San and his Leo Venus/Scorpio Mars means there is no reason for him to have sex, if he gets an urge or you have an urge- then that's enough for him to get hot and heavy and crave you under him.

With his Gemini Moon however...BANTER!!! If you're in a public area..he might just whisper in your ear or send you a sneaky text message so you're all pent-up and needy when you're alone with him.

'I was just talking to someone else and all I could think about was how much I wanted to rip that dress off and bury my head between your legs.'

Song Mingi:

Is the type to wait for you to make the first move but would hint and give off little whines and whimpers when he's feeling needy.

Imagine him rolling his hips against yours when he's spooning you in the dead of night or pulling your body towards him and holding him against you with his large, broad hands.

His Virgo Venus in retrograde makes him prone to anxiety and over-thinking in times of intimacy and he has a Cancer Mercury so imagine less degradation and more mewling.

'You feel so good baby ple-eeease...can I? I won't be long...you're just so warm and soft and I'll do all the work, I just want to feel you right now'

Jung Wooyoung:

Have you met Wooyoung? His Sagittarius Sun and Scorpio Mercury means he'd be so matter of fact with foreplay- it could come across as crude and shocking at times because he would be so matter of fact.

He would be nestled against you on the couch and gently rubbing your back as you're watching Netflix, his hands becoming more suggestive and grabby.

'I'm boooored- let's fuck right now, I'll even eat you out first because I want something fun to do'.

Choi Jongho:

Jongho is always difficult for me to explore in a verbal manner because I feel a lot of his communication and preference would be non-verbal and based on pure intuition.

His observant behaviour would easily notice your slumped demeanour if you've had a hard day at work or life is a struggle right now.

Would carry you bridal style to the bedroom and gaze at you lovingly, his touches soft and sweet, his treatment of you as light as a feather.

'Honey, let me help you forget about your day, just let go for me and I'll make it all better for you'.

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[fxrmuladaydreams]

“I’ve been keeping count of how many times you’ve been a brat today and now you’re going to cum for each one of them.” for the oscar weekend

Thats the request i sent i hope its fine like that

-sub scorpio

send in requests (sfw & nsfw) for oscar weekend

warnings: !! CONTAINS SMUT, MINORS DNI !! oral (f receiving)

note: i recently did this prompt for pierre weekend so i’m sorry if it’s too similar, and i’m sorry it’s so short

You really had no one to blame but yourself. Well, no, you could blame Oscar. If he didn’t look so good doing absolutely everything you wouldn’t be in this predicament.

Because surely it was his fault that you decided to wear a short skirt to the paddock today. It was his fault that you felt the need to grind against him while he was in his race suit. It was his fault you whispered lewd comments in his ear just before he got in the car.

So really, he was to blame for how worked up he was when you’d gotten back to your hotel. He had thrown you onto the bed, roughly tugging the clothes off of your body.

He stands over you, still fully clothed, and looks down at you. “I’ve been keeping count of how many times you’ve been a brat today and now you’re going to cum for each one of them.” He tugs on your legs, pulling you to the end of the bed, then drops to his knees, burying his face between your legs.

He brings you to your first orgasm quickly, keeping a tight hold on your thighs to keep them open for him.

His mouth doesn’t relent, if anything becomes more aggressive, throwing you into a second orgasm.

The look he gives you when he lifts his head is downright pornographic. Your slick covers his mouth as he smirks at you. Your hips twitch under his hands.

“We’re not even close to being done yet darling.” He smirks as he stands up, moving your legs to wrap around his waist.

#oscar piastri x reader #oscar piastri smut #formula one x reader #oscar weekend

[makeithappenandreal]

Imagine if Donna's mind did not have to be erased and she stayed the Doctor's companion over the time. Imagine how incredible scenes we would get.

Like 11th Doctor regenerates and they crash into Amy's backyard and Amy finds them as they are shouting at each other I'M GOING TO KILL YOU - IT'S NOT MY FAULT I REGENERATED - YOU HAD TO REGENARATE INTO THE TARDIS DIDN'T YOU

11th Doctor freaking out after the 'are you married River?' scene to Donna:

Donna: You totally asked her to marry you OH MY GOD

Doctor: BUT WHAT DID SHE JUST MEAN , IS SHE SAYING SHE IS MARRIED OR DID SHE JUST ACCEPT MY PROPOSAL WHAT WAS SHE SAYING YES TO OH MY GOD AM I ENGAGED

Donna: *patting his back while laughing and not helping at all*

Vastra: Ask yourself this one question: what is his name?

Donna: ..Bitch I don't care. Whatever his name is, I will just keep on calling him Brainbox or Spaceboy.

Vastra: Alright...

River: Oh I love her so much.

When he regenerates and gets temporary amnesia:

12th Doctor: I know you. You are Handles!

Donna: Oh for heaven's sake... *Slaps him hard*

12th Doctor: *remembers absolutely everything* Oh. Hi, Donna.

12th Doctor: I know who frowned me this face! It's supposed... Hang on. You know whose face this is, why didn't you say something?!

Donna: Honestly,I was kinda wondering how long it would take you to get it...

Missy: So, you see that couple over there? You are the pu...

Donna:

Missy: You see, at this point honestly I think the Doctor's the puppy in the relationship, and you are the one holding his neck collar, okay I accept that. I am his tagalong puppy friend.

Missy: Happy Birthday!

Donna: Hold on.

Donna: HE IS A SCORPIO? THAT EXPLAINS SO MUCH YOU CANNOT BELIEVE-

12th Doctor: OH MY GOD DONNA NOT NOW

Missy: *whispers* His rising is a libra

Donna: *adopts Bill at First glance*

Donna: If you do not do as I say I will snatch Nardole on how you are having Thai nights with Missy on the vault secretly.

12th Doctor: *horrified gasp* that's extortion. You join us sometimes too!

12th Doctor: *rants about how he will not regenerate and it is in his right*

Donna: Listen to me you big space dumbo. If you do not renegerate I will knock you off and kill you in your sleep So you will have to regenerate by reflex. And I would totally do that, you know So regenerate!

12th Doctor: *traumatised and flabbergasted*

Donna: Also please regenerate outside of TARDIS, she is tired of exploding by your regeneration energy.

13th Doctor: So I am appearently the timeless child and kind of created the time lords.

Donna: And you still are not ginger. Sucks to be you.

13th Doctor: I feel like we forgot something...

Donna: Oh, you forgot to give Dan a house but I am sure he will be fine.

#fourteenth doctor #Doctor who #doctor donna #donna noble #twelfth doctor #peter capaldi #eleventh doctor #11th doctor #13th doctor #14th doctor #david Tennant #catherine tate #doctor who quotes #dr who

[piichuu]

♡ DAYLIGHT - FORGET THE PAST

NOVEMBER 26TH

12:09AM

there is a light smile on nanami kento’s face as the two of you are now in bed, cuddling close to one another. his hand moves across your cheek as he admires your every feature. “are you happy, darling?” he asks.

you nod and lean into his warm touch. “very happy, i’m really happy that you came back,” nanami nods in agreement and sighs contently. “me too, i can’t believe we were away from each other for so long.”

“have you been doing okay?” you ask, brushing your hand through his hair and gently massaging his scalp. he hums and shrugs his shoulders, not knowing whether he should be honest or not, but he eventually decides to tell the truth.

“i bet you have noticed,” he says and when he sees you pout slightly, he knows that you most definitely noticed. “i have been struggling a bit and went back to drinking every once in a while, but it’s not as bad as it may have seemed.”

you move your hand along every single part of his face, just wanting to make sure he is actually real and not just a perfect dream. “that explains why you always seem to be more tired than usual, i was sure it wasn’t gojo that caused all that stress.”

the man beside you wraps his arm around your waist and places a gentle kiss to your cheek. “yes, he may be annoying but it’s difficult to be that annoying. but i’m not feeling horrible, especially not now. i promise,” he speaks. “have you been feeling okay? i’m sorry for everything i must have put you through.”

“you broke up with me because it was for the best, you haven’t put me through hell or anything, you know.”

nanami nods and sighs, holding you close against his chest. “i know, but you wouldn’t have been feeling worse if i didn’t break up with you,” he says with his face only mere inches away from yours. “but we’re together again now, we don’t have to think about the past,” you mumble.

his hand is warm on your skin and he places a gentle kiss to your forehead. “okay, darling. we don’t have to think about the past anymore.”

you two stay silent for a short while as you’re holding onto each other like your lives depends on it. the familiar warmth of his is enveloping you more than ever before and finally getting to be in his arms is a feeling you never though you would ever feel again.

“you’re beautiful, darling,” nanami whispers as his lips are only mere inches away frown yours, and you don’t even get to answer before his lips are pressed against yours. “i love you.”

EIGHTEEN | MASTERLIST | TWENTY

PAIRING: nanami kento x f!reader

SYNOPSIS: nanami thought he did what was best for y/n when he broke up with her, but he could not have been more wrong. he isn’t making it better when he accidentally sends her a follow request and doesn’t even realize.

WARNINGS: mentions of drinking

AUTHOR’S NOTE: this chapter sucks i’m sorry it’ll get better when i have more time to write i promise

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[your-highnessmarvel]

It's Just a Flesh Wound, Baby

Requested by @imagine-all-the-fandoms : Hello dear, it's my bday tomorrow and maybe i couldn ask for a buck imagine :) Maybe where you both had a one night stand but avoid each other afterwards even though you're in love with each other. During one battle than you save him from something and get hurt badly, nearly dying. He stays with you till you wake up and then tells you properly that he loves you? maybe also his pov if you want :) thank youu *smooch* 💕💕

AN: first of aaalllll HAPPY BIRTHDAY YOU!! I hope you're doing the things you love tomorrow or today or this week! You little scorpio (fun fact, i'm. scorpio too!)

Warnings: language

*gif not mine

MASTERLIST

"Y/N, get his six," Steve ordered through comms, causing you to grunt.

Of course, Steve was sending you with Bucky, of all fucking people.

"I'm literally standing behind Vision," you answered grimly.

You could practically hear Steve groan through comms.

"Vision doesn't need you to check his back, y/n," he answered. "Vis basically has 360 vision."

You rolled your eyes. "Wanda then."

"She's with Vis."

"But!"

"Just come here," you heard Bucky grunt, wrapping metal fingers around your bicep. He hauled you to him, watching as you almost visibly recoiled from him.

He let go of you like you were the plague. "What's wrong with you?" he asked, disgusted.

You looked up at him from under your brows. "Nothing, let's just go."

But it wasn't nothing. Even if the fabric of your suit had kept the metal fingers from your skin, you could still feel it. Not from now, but form the people living in your head, the Bucky groaning against your mouth as he thrust into you. The you in your head, gasping against his ear, grabbing at his hair to stay afloat because your orgasm was just a few seconds away.

He'd thrown you off a precipice almost three months ago, and since then, it had been like meeting a wall with a wall. No one really talked about it. None of you had even addressed it after he'd finished in you, letting himself spill out of you. He hadn't even said a thing as he helped you wash up and put you to bed.

And now, this stupid mission.

You followed Bucky like you were told, checking his six with your own assault rifle.

You followed him, back to back, until he grunted and pulled you against the wall with his metal arm.

"Ow, Buck, that hurts," you grumbled.

"Shadows, two o'clock," he whispered. "It's gonna be a fight."

He told you to follow him as he shot upwards, avoiding bullets while you shot at shadows coming from the back.

"Bucky!" You couldn't see anything with the dirt flying in your eyes, brought up by the bullets finding the ground at your feet. And they just kept coming, like a black swarm of bees, clogging your vision until all you could do was lay down the trigger and hope a bullet catches.

Until one shadow, heavy and so warm, fell over you and you screamed, fighting with elbows and knees. But nothing got this man off you.

You couldn't see Bucky.

You couldn't breathe. With his hands around your neck, your vision was going black, dotting.

Something popped in your head, something slick and scorching hot splashing across your face.

When had you closed your eyes?

"Y/N!"

But something hurt in your ribs, something stinging across your flesh like lightning was slowly building beneath your skin.

You felt someone pull you into their arms, warm and steady chest meeting your cheek before you passed out.

But Bucky held on, running back to the jet, the breath in his lungs burning. He kept screaming your name, but you were out, bleeding from a wound in your ribs, bleeding and bleeding and the more he saw the red staining your suit, the faster Bucky ran.

When he got to the jet, no one had made it back yet. He could hear the faint pops of bullets behind him but he didn't care. He bolted for the med bay, laying your body down gently.

When had he started crying?

"FRIDAY?" he asked. After a beat of silence, "FRIDAY!!" His teeth bared, watched as the lights around the jet bolted to light and the AI came to life.

"Stab wound between rib 6 and 7, Mister Barnes," FRIDAY said, monotone.

"Can we fix it?" Bucky asked through gritted teeth. His hands had started shaking as he looked at you, fragile and bleeding and quiet.

"Yes, but we need to act now," FRIDAY answered.

"What can I do?" he asked, straightening, sniffing, eyes to the sky as if the AI was sentient. Oh wait. It was.

"Get the gauze," FRIDAY said. "I'll do the rest." Bucky scrambled to the cabinets, pulling them open, grabbing onto as much white fabric as he could see. By the time he turned around, FRIDAY was already stitching you up with Stark's mobile arm.

But you were still unconscious, lashes thick with tears, face so solemn and... pretty.

Bucky let the gauze fall to the table you were on. "You didn't really need this, right?" he asked.

"No," said FRIDAY. "I just needed you out the way."

Bucky snorted, for once actually felt something nice course through his veins. He gently patted your hair, moving thick strands behind your ear. He smeared the blood off your cheeks until they were clean again, tracing the outline of your cheekbones, your chin, your neck.

"She's waking up, sir," FRIDAY said lowly, and Bucky nodded, feeling relief when he saw you jostle. Feeling that dreadful fear lift from his ribs like smoke.

"Hey," he whispered, metal fingers in your hair as he watched your eyes flutter open.

"Mmm Bucky?" Your voice was thick. Even if you'd been out for merely 15 minutes, it felt like hours. "What?"

Bucky laughed, pressing his forehead to yours and completely basking in the fact that you were alive.

"Y/N, I'm so sorry," he said, stroking your hair, pressing his nose to yours.

He felt your hand trace his chin and he chuckled. "I'm so sorry," he whispered again. He pressed his mouth to your knuckles, watching your lips stretch into a smile.

"It's okay."

He shook his head, hiding hid mouth behind your palm. "No, I'm... I'm sorry about everything."

Your eyes glazed. "What?"

"About right now," he said, meeting your eyes with tear-stained lashes. "About two seconds ago. About an hour ago. About... two weeks and a month and three months when we..."

You reached up weakly. Stroked his face with your knuckles. "I know," you answered, smiling slowly. "I'm sorry too."

Again, he shook his head. "No. Y/n, it's... it's you." He brought his face closer to yours, as if he couldn't speak it into existence just yet. "It's always been you. And I was afraid, at first - "

"Bucky."

"No, let me finish," he insisted, tears brewing in his eyes, ready to spill. "I was afraid that if I let you in, I'd somehow hurt you. But now, watching you like this... I can't be here without you. Ever."

You smiled, rubbed your nose against his briefly. "I had to almost die to get that out of you?" you asked, ghosting your mouth over his, teasing him.

He shook his head but kissed you anyway, careful not to squish you or touch your wound. He kissed you so softly, so carefully, like you were made of glass, or shattered glass he'd put back together with store-bought glue.

When you heard the tale-tell sign of feet running up the deck of the jet, Bucky kissed your forehead and sat beside your bed, holding onto your hand until you were safely back home.

#bucky #bucky barnes #bucky x reader #bucky angst #bucky fluff #fluff #angst #bucky x you #bucky fanfic #bucky x y/n

[libraryscarf]

the signs as quotes from goncharov (1973)

aries: "somebody's gotta fix this fuckin' clock, every god damn day it's clickin' and fussin' and layin' eggs, i'm sayin' you can't get a good timepiece 'round these parts..." (mario monologues for several more minutes on neapolitan clocks)

taurus: "i wouldn't let my dog eat the scraps from your table." "then at least have the good manners to take yourself and your dog around the corner so i don't have to watch you die."

gemini: "i need to put on better lipstick before responding to any of these lies."

cancer: (over the telephone) "the priest isn't coming. ...yeah. yeah, he heard about the atrocities."

leo: "you promised me...you promised me this plan could still work." "that was before you shot me. twice."

virgo: (uttered while using a broken heel to pick the boathouse lock, with a totality of hate) "this one is for you, you dead, sick, son-of-a-bitch."

libra: "the good turn rich. the rich turn bad. the bad turn dead, and the dead turn up again asking for your loose change."

scorpio: "we should obviously begin with the knife."

sagittarius: "the signs were there from the beginning, sofia. you knew, and you held them up before me and i shut my eyes."

capricorn: "whom will you haunt, goncharov?" "you, andrey, if i have my pick. myself, if i do not."

aquarius: "katya is not the sort of person to permit herself to be held close and whispered sweet nothings to. she's the sort of person to keep at a cautious but accessible arm's reach and addressed only in matters of dire emergency, when all hope has been lost. rather like an ancient idol, if you think about it." "dear god, man, it's no wonder your marriage is on the brink of ruin."

pisces: "bad news boss. he's got a second fucking ice pick."

#scarfwrites #a bunch of sparks are going off in my brain in regards to this movie #these are of....dubious quality #goncharov

[ellieswifie]

Need a Matt celebrating the readers bday 🥺 for all my scorpios out there

mattt celebrating readers birthday

𐙚 short!

"HAPPY BIRTHDAY BEAUTIFUL." matt muttered as he woke you up with kisses planted all over your face. his arms were wrapped around your waist as you attempted to open your lazy eyes. "and good morning, pretty."

you moaned softly, turning your face away from matt. matt giggled to himself as he admired you laying in his bed.

you don’t usually spend the night over at his because it’s hard to get some alone time with his brothers, but after watching a few movies and a couple make out sessions, you were wiped by twelve and didn’t want to get up and leave. so you figured staying the night wouldn’t be a problem, considering it’s also your birthday.

you stretched your arms out, yawning as you turned back to watch matt sitting up on his elbow, smiling at you. he brushed fly Ways aways out your face as you attempted to but a lazy smile on your face. "morning.” you whispered.

matt couldn’t help himself but smile wider.

"i already see some wrinkles, old woman." matthew said and you felt yourself finally wake as you punched his shoulder playfully. "ouch! i was just kidding. you look pretty, always."

the tension in the air grew hot as you just started at matt. his blue eyes gleaming into yours while you laid under his glaze. "thank you.." you whisper, leaning up from the bed.

you both go in for the kiss before matt’s door swings open and your guys eyes shoot towards the door.

"happy birthday bitch!!!" nick screamed as he tossed confetti around matt’s room. chris came strolling along after him, carrying a pancake with a single lit candle. "your finally twenty!!" nick added, going towards the bed you and matt laid.

nick shoved matt slightly, reaching to give you a long best friend hug. "god i can’t believe we all are so old now what the fuck." you groan into the hug, before nick pulls away.

"we made you a pancake! the others were burnt but… this one is perfect!" chris smiled, holding the single plate in front of you. you turned to matt, giving him a single kiss before the brothers all sang you happy birthday, before blowing into the burning flame.

"yay!" nick beamed, clapping his hands. "what did you wish for?" asked matt beside you.

you shake your head, rubbing his cheek with your finger. his brothers gagged, frowning at how lovely you guys were. nick and chris both left the room to either call in food, or raid what they have in the pantry because cooking wasn’t an option anymore.

"i‘ve got everything i want here…" you whispered, meeting his eyes. "with you."

matt’s gaze grew soft as he rolled over so he laid on top of you. the back of his hand trailed down your sides, creeping past your tank top.

"everything?" matt asked, looking down your body. you nodded your head smiling at him.

“we found frozen french toast!" you heard chris yell form the kitchen. "we just gotta put them in the microwave!"

matt head falls and you give him a long lingering kiss, before you pull back biting down on your lower lip. "everything but french toast?" you say, rolling out from under him.

matt groaned rolling out of bed with you, reaching for your hand as he dragged you out the bedroom.

. . .

"you fucking cheated!" chris shouted at nate as played his last uno card on the table. "you cheater!"

nate stuck his tongue out at everyone while he won the game. he deserved it consider how many cards were getting added to his stack, but chris still insisted he had extra cards up his sleeves. "don’t play the player blame the game." nathan shrugged, standing from the couch.

chris turned to you and you shrugged, looking around the room to notice matt isn’t seated beside you anymore.

“i think it’s time for a break," madi suggested, causing the group to nod and separate from the living room.

chris, nick, and matt had planed a small party with some of your guys close friends from school and social media. you loved the little surprise, but something felt off. maybe it was the fact that matt had been slightly distant the night, or you just weren’t feeling it.

you noticed your boyfriend standing in the living room grabbing a soda from the fridge. you walked over towards him in your sparkly dress, sneakers dragging across the floor.

when nick mentioned that dinner plans weren’t working out you immediately tossed the heels across the room and pulled on one of matt’s old pairs of shoes.

"matty…" you whispered, sneaking up on him, before standing beside him near the closed fridge. his frown immediately turned upside down when he caught sight of you. he was wearing a white button up that was also meant for dinner, but it’s now slightly wrinkled and the first two buttons are undone.

he wrapped a lazy arm around your shoulders holding you close as you guys stood watching your friends around the house.

"everything okay?" you ask, looking up at him. matt almost immediately nods. "yes, it’s your day and i just want you to spend time with your friends."

you snort, leaning into your boyfriends bear arms. "well i want to spend time with you too."

"you are spending time with me right now, baby…"

you lick your lips softly, noticing chris and nate still arguing about uno. "you know what i mean." you drag out, looking at matt. a small smirk plays on his face, but you stop him and grab both his hands. it’s your birthday party and right now you just want to dance with your boyfriends hands around you, and hear the laughter of your friends.

"come dance with me." you smile, moving your guys hands together. matt interwines your fingers before he spins you around to the rhythm of the music playing from chris’s speaker.

"anything for my birthday girl."

#ellieswifie #gracie writes #fem!reader #fluff #matt sturniolo #mattthew sturniolo #matt sturniolo fluff #matthew #matt #sturniolo #matt sturniolo x reader #happy birthday #request #sturniolo x reader #sturniolo triplets

[boliv-jenta]

Current rude thought under the cut. No minors.

Dressed in a Hurry

"Did you hear that?" Joel panted. His grip on your hips tightened in an effort to keep you still as ground yourself back on his dick in protest of him stopping his thrusts.

"Hear what? I don't hear anything." The house was quiet now the bed wasn't banging against the wall and the slap of skin on skin had stopped.

"Fuck. Stop it." He landed a firm slap on your ass as you threw you hips back at him, sinking all the way back down his length.

"Joel? You home?" Tommy's rang out, his brother's voice was like a bucket of cold water to Joel. He immediately began to pull out, leaving your slick to drip down your thighs.

"Baby, just tell him to fuck off." You reached blindly for him.

"It's not him I'm bothered about." Joel grabbed his clothes, nearly falling on his ass in his attempt to get his jeans on as fast as possible.

"Dad?!" Sarah's voice joined Tommy's.

"Shit. Stay here, stay quiet." He whispered.

Bit and pieces of muffled conversation carried up to your hiding place. Apparently, Sarah had left he bag in the kitchen. Joel sounded relieved as they finally stood in the hallway, forgotten bag in hand. "Well, have a good night, Babygirl."

"You too, Dad. You know your shirt is on inside out, right?"

"Shit. I didn't notice."

"Get dressed in a hurry?"

"Did you want me to come down bare assed from the shower to see what you had forgotten this time?"

"Ew. No."

In the interest of getting moving, Tommy interrupted. "Alright, you two. I need to get going. If you still want a ride, quit teasing your dad. He probably just forgot which way shirts go on, what with his age and all."

"Probably." Sarah giggled. "Bye, Dad." There was a beat of silence before she added loudly. "Bye, Dad's Secret Girlfriend, that he thinks I don't know about."

Even from your hiding spot, you could hear Joel growl under his breath. A louded one left him when you replied, "Bye, Sarah."

Heavy footsteps ascended the stairs before Joel appeared back in his bedroom. He was met by your childish grin.

"You think that's funny, huh?" He practically torn off his clothes to jump back in bed with you. He spent the rest of the night making you scream so hard you didn't have the voice to sass him anymore.

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[whatudowhennooneseesyou]

I also think Chan will love a boss girl who can be a submissive only for him in the sheets.

But I bet he would die even for a confident, grunge style girl on the streets , who walks fierce but she's an adorable soft baby and shy girl with him only. Someone who try to hide her naivety with clothes but can't fake it with him.

And imagine him discovering She even inexperienced? I think his corruption kink will go bbrr to know he's the only one she show her real self with.

Also he seems like a perfect care giver, I think he would be so thrilled to take care of someone who's hiding a soft innocent heart. He would adore her and cherish her, I'm crying. I also think he could get very possessive and protective tho. 👉🏻👈🏻

aHHH ! I wrote a response to this but it failed to publish so I gotta write it again.

Yes! This is the perfect concept of Chan in my mind because it caters to his Scorpio Venus of 'this side is for me and for me alone' and it would really adhere to his caregiver nature because it's like

'I love and feel good in knowing that I'm the only one that you feel safe in showing this side too' and it would make his heart soar and dick wet all at the same time.

I can just see Chan's smirk and loving eyes at how you look nervously at the floor, seeing your cheeks and chest blush scarlett now that he's removed your shirt and just wearing your bra.

'Sorry' you chuckle awkwardly as doubt flickered across your face, 'It's just a lot more intense than I thought this would be'.

Gentle hands rub up your arms and shoulders as he pulls you to him, holding you against his bare chest and his low voice whispered in your ear.

'Don't be nervous, I like how sweet and shy you get around me mmm? No one else does and I'll be the only one to ever see those pretty cheeks blush for me right?'

Please @lyramundana and @ddyskz write a piece based on this concept because it's so bang chan coded and it just fits so well.

#i hope i experience this in real life because this would be my wattpad dream come true #bang chan smut #bang chan x reader #bang chan hard hours #stray kids smut #skz smut #stray kids hard hours #skz hard hours #there needs to be more corruption kink fics on here with bang chan because I have already read them all on here

[plutodexay]

💳💥💳💥💳💥💳💥💳💥

Soft Coryo morning cuddles

-sub scorpio

ily thank you for putting up with me. I'm writing this as academy Coryo because I like that one the most

He'd finally let you stay at the Snow family apartment, it took months of convincing but you were finally in his room, in his bed. The place ran cold, just like Coriolanus always has, only now it made sense. Thankfully you prepared by bringing your own blanket which you were going to act as if you didn't see the look of relief on his face when you mentioned it.

You'd woken up colder than you fell asleep, it was a moment of discomfort until you felt the heavy weight of Coryo's arm resting on your waist and his breath hitting the back of your neck.

"Good morning" Coryo whispered, pulling one of the blankets further up your bodies. He sounded awake, far more awake than someone who should stil be asleep.

"Why are you up?" You groaned, rolling over to face the blonde man next to you, giving you the chance to see the slighest smile on his face.

"Just am." Wide blue eyes looked right into yours, as if they were searching for any level of discomfort in them. "I'm sorry the rooms cold." He pulled you closer into him, trying to get some of his body minimal body heat onto yours.

"Doesn't matter" You whispered, pushing your head into his chest. "As long as its with you I don't care"

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[arminsumi]

could you write maybe prompt 1/3/23 spicy nsfw(not all of them, just one😭) with armin x afab!reader? i hope i wrote the request in the right way-

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𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐲

ARMIN Arlert ⋅ fem reader

Note: ahh i chose 1 — public sex on campus in the library i hope that's ok!! enjoy mwaaaa 🥰

Summary: your poor boyfriend was so pent up and stressed for his finals, so you gave him some relief in the library

Warnings; 🔞 mdni, implied bj given, unprotected sex, creampie, exhibitionism/public sex (library), pns (baby, slut), dirty talk, dom/sub dynamic, lmk if i missed smth

Wordcount ≈ 300

🍒 𝐉𝐚𝐲 — サクランボ ⋅ 𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬/𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 !

“Fuck, just like that, baby. Shhh – quieter, quieter. You sound so pretty, but keep those moans in. You don’t wanna get caught, do you?

He’s standing slacked against the bookshelves, his jeans undone and forehead beading with sweat while you press your ass flush against his pelvis.

He loved your pussy. He loved feeling you stretch out for his cock. And he loved those two things even more when it was in public, squashed into the corner of the restricted section of the library.

Fogged up glasses slip down the bridge of his nose as he loses himself in the pleasure, moving his hips in rhythm with yours until the sound of skin slapping together filled the room. “Baby, ‘gonna cum. You gonna take it for me?”

“Yes, yes, ‘gimme!” you could barely respond, too caught up in the pleasure. You looked back to meet his intense gaze. Damn Scorpio boys and their intense eyes, you thought.

“You’re so fucking pretty.” He moaned, “Ahhh, too fucking pretty – fuck, ‘gonna cum – ‘m cumming – take it like a pretty little slut.”

He moaned in the sweetest tone and spilled out hot, creamy ropes into your tired hole, painting your gummy walls white. Such a yummy reward after you spent half an hour on your knees for him, and another half hour backing it up on him.

Sure, your jaw ached, and your legs nearly gave out with how hard he fucked you – but it was all you could do for your pretty blond boyfriend, who was so stressed out for his approaching finals week.

When he slipped out of you, he whispered teasingly into your ear;

“Thank you baby, but I think you moaned loud enough for the whole school to hear.”

#✒️ — unlisted #♥️ 𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍 — アルミン #🔞 #mdni #smut #armin smut #armin arlert smut #armin arlert #aot #snk #attack on titan #shingeki no kyojin #aot smut #snk smut #attack on titan smut #shingeki no kyojin smut #armin x reader #armin arlert x reader #armin x reader smut #armin x y/n #armin x you

[avianyuh]

Tattoos; Yuta Nakamoto

{A/N; what inspired this was my Dating Yuta post (btw ty for all the support on that) but idk there's just something about Yuta that always gets me. But anyways, I think I had mentioned something about tracing his tattoos in that post, and I just wanted to expand on that idea so I hope you <3 it. Though it is kind of short. I guess this is the one shot I kept saying I was going to write. THIS IS NOT SMUT, but it's a lil suggestive because for my scorpio king, I had to make this a little 'shmexy' :))))) Okay, anyways hope you enjoy, Mwahhhhh}

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Tattoos for reference;

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Yuta had been home for a few days, which had always been a rarity in your relationship.

He was a hard worker and very dedicated to his job. But that meant that you didn't get to see him as much as you would have liked.

But the past few days, you've had him all to yourself.

This meant that you would barely let him get out of bed.

You just wanted to have him as close to you as possible. He was your baby, your love. You wanted to make sure that before you sent him back off into the world of long hours dancing, and touring, doing interviews and endless promotions, you made sure he knew how much you loved him.

Especially his relatively new tattoos. Since he had gotten them, you had been obsessed. You didn't think he could possibly have gotten any more attractive than he already was but yet, here you were.

Which brings you to now. One of your last days off with Yuta.

He was lying in bed and you were on top of him. He was laughing as you were planting kisses all over his face. You also began to slowly unbutton his shirt, continuing to kiss him by making your way down to his chest.

He inhaled sharply, giving you the intense stare you loved so much.

You hummed as you slowly caressed his toned stomach with your hands, feeling the definition of his abs.

You continued to kiss down his stomach, then to his abdomen and finally made your way down to his hips, where his tattoos were situated.

You moved yourself off of him, and sat down, criss crossed to his side.

You started to delicately trace his butterfly tattoo, that happened to be your favorite one of his. The you moved your hand a little lower so you were tracing over the words 'No Apologies' tattoed on his skin. You took your time on each word. Yuta watched you, the feeling of your finger lightly tracing his skin made his eyes flutter closed for a few seconds. He opened his eyes, looking at the clock on the nightstand. It was only 2:30 in the afternoon, he couldn't fall asleep. "Y/nnnn, you're making me sleepy", he said, nudging you with his free hand. You giggled as you crawled over him to move to the other side so you could continue to trace his other tattoos. "Why do you like my tattoos so much?", Yuta asked you quietly, trying to hold back his smile.

"I don't know", you shrugged, "They're all so pretty and they make you happy and seeing you happy about them makes me happy. Plus...I think they're hot", he laughed at your response, appreciating your honesty. Yuta wouldn't admit it to anyone, but he loved knowing that he had the ability to get you all worked up over him. Especially with something as miniscule as a few tattoos. He sat up in bed and reached over for you, pulling you into his lap. Kissing your cheek. Then he took your chin in his grasp and moved your face a little to the side so he had access to your lips. He kissed you and then let go.

"I love you", he said, before moving his lips down to your neck.

"I love you too", you said in a whisper, closing your eyes and turning your neck to the side, giving him more access.

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[ladygoth]

I love your writing so much! And I can’t seem to get my mind off of the idea of Ghost taking care of you while you’re sick. I feel like he was be so soft and caring when taking care of you when you just have a simple little cold. 🫣💕

thank you so much for this, sorry it took time but i hope you like what i have written :) and anyone can send more prompts/ideas my way

♱⋆♱ ꜱɪᴄᴋ ʙᴜɴɴʏ ♱⋆♱

simon riley

just fluff. ghost takes care of her girl.

975 words.

“This is disgusting, this is all disgusting, I will not swallow,” you complained after turning your body away from Ghost, on your feet to escape his death hold but he had been too quick, lowly irritated by your deviant rebellion he had held onto your body, with a grip of steel cupping your face before forcing the spoon in your mouth.

“I’m not one to force a lady, but fucking ‘ell,” Ghost huffed as he placed the commodities of the medicine on the nightstand beside him, he had saw by the edge of his eyes the way you crossed your arms, defeated while swallowing the bitter nectar down your throat.

“You’re being rough with me,” you argued before pressing your body against the cot, you could hear the way he heavily sighed in response.

“The only time I like being rough on ya is when we’re fucking, doll, this moment you gave me no other option, you can’t be sick forever, both me and you would hate it,” he said before dragging his feet up, he had then aided you to become snug beneath the duvets, the one on top recently bought by Simon as he had thought the numerous of duvets you had at home weren’t enough for you.

Content, you had allowed yourself to be taken care of by the tough man who had stood above you, his figure that’d scare dozens a comfort to you. “Good argument,” you smiled, moved by the smooth brush of the pad of his thumb you couldn’t help but pout. “Stay in bed with me,” you pleaded and with a gentle sag of his shoulders, Simon had sat at the edge of the bed with you.

“Of course, I will, but I just need to make some soup for you, okay?” Simon whispered and with gratitude you gently kissed his thumb before you had watched him leave the bedroom.

He had been quick, but you couldn’t help but find yourself taking a short nap within his short departure, there were moments when you were clingy and you were sure that the sickness you had lived through presently, had amplified that feeling. You had wanted Ghost to be right by you, cuddling you and watching your alleged trashy shows, but you knew he loved them.

Currently, you found yourself with a pillow behind you, a dent being created beside you once Simon sat down, a bowl of soup for you and for himself, it was winter anyways so it was needed. You had smiled once you had tasted the pepper, he had specifically put for you, he doesn’t really like spice so you knew he had made his separately, could be the reason why he took longer than usual.

“Oh, this pepper is scratching the back of my throat,” you said.

“Don’t like it?” Ghost inquired.

“Love it,” you smiled.

“Crazy,” he whispered and with a short roll of your eyes you had snorted.

“Not crazier than you---though it’s no competition, we both know that,” you shrugged aware of the look Ghost had sent your way.

However, he knew that you were correct, there were many moments Simon revealed his side that could destroy kingdoms---but they were never towards you, that side of him was mainly shown whenever he’d think someone had hurt you or looked at you the wrong way, but in the end, it had comforted you that he was crazy over you.

Even though he would never say it, the way he would look and hold you would always translate how intense and gentle he had felt for you; and humorously, you would say it’s because of one of his Scorpio Placements which would end up with him rolling his eyes and teasing you about your interests for the stars. Though, there had been a day where he had bought you a book about Astrology which ended up being filled with sticky notes and annotations.

“Ghostie,” you hummed.

“What the fuck was that,” he sneered and with a smile, you looked up at him.

“Your new nickname,” you answered while putting your empty bowl down.

Thus, he answered with a light huff. “Your soup actually made me better, but that’s not what I’m here to talk about---”

“Get to it love…”

“Do you think we will last?” You asked, your faux adolescent essence being replaced by your real nervous exterior, and the second you felt his eyes place onto you, your confidence hastily decreased.

You were unsure what emotion he had in his eyes but you had wondered if he would give you an answer that’ll leave you content. “I wasted more than thirty minutes making soup for you, and before that I spent minutes chasing you down to give you your medicine and right now, I’m sitting down next to you, a very sick and ill you, aware that it could cause an effect with my health, and you’re asking me if we would last?”

“Yeah,” you whispered as you had attempted to hide the smile that had crept upon your face.

“You really drive me crazy; you know that doll?” Ghost asked as he placed his bowl down on the desk beside him.

“Yeah,” you repeated, your face warm with happiness, you had tightly snuggled around his muscled arm, contra to let him go you had softly inhaled his scent while he had used his other hand to change the channel. “We were watching that.” You claimed.

With a short look, you heard Ghost breathily laugh. “We?” He questioned.

“Don’t pretend, you know you love the shows I watch,” you replied. “And I know you love my Astrology,” you continued and with a short sigh, Simon rubbed his eyes with his free hand, his dramatic response causing you to giggle.

“A’right,” Ghost muttered. “What’s in my Second House again?”

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