You Hook Up With Izuku Drunkenly At Someone’s Birthday Party And It’s Not Even That You Regret It

their reactions to you smothering them with kisses and then running away

ft. gojo, geto, nanami, toji, shiu, higuruma

fluff, just fluff, they're so in love and soft its sickeninggg

What if dilf orc has a young child, the bearer of his child unfortunately passed away. Then he sees you. A plump soft human, a bit softer than the usual orc parent, but in his eyes your tenderness would be perfect for his youngling.

He begins to court you immediately. Always brushing past you to subtly scent you, bringing his sweet baby with him to try and sway your choices. Of course the little orc toddler immediately makes your heart melt, the way they waddle over to you curiously, the orc child despite being extremely young was already up to your waist.

If you give into his courting? Be prepared for princess treatment. Being carried everywhere by him as the new parent of his child. Of course you’d naturally gain a lot of muscle from being with him, due to an orcs typical rugged lifestyle and the fact that your new adopted orc toddler likes to be carried and coddled! How could you say no to such a chubby cute face? You’ll be carrying them a lot, and orc babies are HEAVY so yeah, prepare to get swoll.

But to compensate I can definitely see your orc dilf spouse making sure you get more than enough food, after all you’re burning way too many calories carrying his youngling around, and plus he needs to keep you squishy for optimal cuddles.

DILF orc always brings you home gifts from fights or battles, mainly skulls of his enemies (how charming 🥰) or maybe a whole deer, already cut up and prepared for you to cook, he’s very doting.

So if i said..... Rejecting shaunas advances because shes in her scary cave woman era and you like natalie, what then?

(DONT MAKE HER KILL ME PRETTY PLEASE)

ɴᴏᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀꜱ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ | ɴ.ꜱ

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: 1034

ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴀʀʏ: ꜱʜᴀᴜɴᴀ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ’ᴛ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ʀᴇᴊᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴡᴇʟʟ. ɴᴀᴛ ᴏꜰꜰᴇʀꜱ ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ᴄᴏᴍꜰᴏʀᴛ ɪɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀꜰᴛᴇʀᴍᴀᴛʜ.

ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢ: ɴᴀᴛᴀʟɪᴇ ꜱᴄᴀᴛᴏʀᴄᴄɪᴏ x ꜰᴇᴍ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ, ꜱʜᴀᴜɴᴀ ꜱʜɪᴘᴍᴀɴ x ꜰᴇᴍ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ (ɴᴏᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ).

ᴀ/ɴ: ᴘʜʏꜱɪᴄᴀʟʟʏ ʜᴜʀᴛ ᴍᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇ ʙᴇᴄᴀᴜꜱᴇ ɪ ᴀᴍ ᴀ ꜱʜᴀᴜɴᴀ ɢɪʀʟ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʟɪᴋᴇ. ᴀʟꜱᴏ ᴛʜᴀɴᴋ ʏᴏᴜ ꜰᴏʀ ʀᴇQᴜᴇꜱᴛɪɴɢ.

Shauna cornered you just as you stepped away from the firepit, cutting you off near the edge of the trees. Her arms crossed tight over her chest like she was trying to hold herself back, like if she didn’t, she might say or do something she couldn’t take back. Her eyes burned into yours, sharp and steady.

“You’ve been spending a lot of time with Natalie lately,” she said, voice low, like it was a threat.

You shifted uncomfortably, brushing a pine needle off your sleeve. “We’ve been trading cigarettes. Talking.”

Shauna scoffed. “Right. Talking.”

There was a silence that stretched too long. The kind that made your skin crawl. You tried to step around her, but she mirrored you, blocking the path again, closer this time. Her eyes flicked down your face, lingering like she was memorizing your features or cataloging everything she thought belonged to her.

“You don’t have to play games,” she said. “Not with me.”

“I’m not,” you replied carefully, not sure what she thought was happening here, but you could feel it building, that thing she did when she got too still, too serious, like a storm winding up inside her. “Shauna, I think you’re—”

“I see how you look at me,” she interrupted. “How you don’t look away when I stare at you. How you let me touch your stuff. You don’t let anyone else do that.”

You swallowed. “That doesn’t mean I want—”

Shauna stepped in, just a breath away now, her voice low and tight. “I want you.”

It stunned you, not because it was a surprise, Shauna didn’t exactly hide the way she acted around you, but because she said it so plainly, like it was a fact.

You blinked. Took a breath. Then shook your head, gentle but firm. “Shauna, I like Nat.”

Her face didn’t change at first. Not even a flicker. But then something in her eyes shifted like someone had slammed a door shut behind them.

She let out a bitter little laugh, dry and mean. “Of course you do.”

“I’m sorry—“

She didn’t answer; she just tilted her head like she was trying to see through you. “You should be sorry. You think she’s safer? You think she’s better for you?”

“Shauna, It’s not about that.”

“No,” she said, “it’s not. Because if it was, you’d want me.”

Your stomach twisted. You didn’t know what to say. You’d never seen her like this, vulnerable, but too angry to admit it. She stepped back finally, just enough space for you to breathe.

“Go ahead,” she said coldly. “Be with Nat, but don’t come crawling into my bed when she gets bored of you.”

“Shauna…”

She turned on her heel, walking out towards the woods, away from camp, stiff and silent. She didn’t say another word. But you could feel her fury burning behind you, even when she disappeared into the trees.

⸻

It takes a while for your hands to stop shaking.

Shauna’s words echo long after she’s gone. Her voice, sharp and bitter, sticks under your skin like a splinter. Not because she was wrong. Because she wasn’t. You had looked back at her. Let her in closer than you probably should have. But you never meant it like that.

You wrap your arms around yourself and sit on a log near the edge of camp, just out of reach of the fire. There’s a dull ache in your shoulders from being tensed up too long, and your breath still feels uneven.

That’s when you hear boots crunching under the leaves just outside of camp.

You tense, thinking maybe Shauna had come back. But your worries are eased with you look up.

It’s Natalie.

Her silhouette’s a little lazy in the dim light, relaxed, hands in her pockets like she wasn’t looking for anything, just wandering. But her eyes catch on you, and you know instantly that she was looking for you.

“You okay?” she asks, crouching beside you. Her voice is rough like always, but not unkind.

You blink quickly and look away. “Yeah. Fine.”

“Bullshit.”

You let out a weak laugh and shake your head.

She sits beside you now, resting her arms on her knees. “What happened? Talk to me.”

You glance toward the tree line, where Shauna had disappeared earlier. “It’s… nothing.”

Natalie hums low in her throat. “So ‘nothing’ has you shaking and looking over your shoulder every five minutes?”

You don’t answer right away.

She shifts closer, shoulder to shoulder now. Not in a pushy way. Just there. Solid. Warm.

You exhale slowly. “Shauna was… mad.”

“Shauna’s always mad.”

You snort. “Yeah, but this was different.”

She tilts her head slightly. “What’d she say?”

You hesitate. You could tell her. About Shauna’s crush. About the way she cornered you like you belonged to her. About how intense it was, and how you didn’t hate it but you couldn’t say yes either, not when the only person you’ve been thinking about lately is her.

You glance at Natalie, really looking at her. Her face is soft in the orange hue of the firelight. There’s a small cut healing just under her cheekbone and a bit of dirt smudged near her jaw, but she’s still the prettiest thing out here. She’s got that calm-under-pressure vibe that makes you want to lean into her, just to feel steady again.

You swallow. “She got the wrong idea about something. I told her I didn’t feel the same.”

Natalie raises a brow but doesn’t push. “And?”

“She didn’t take it well.”

“Shocker.”

There’s silence between you for a moment. Then Nat nudges your knee with hers. “You alright?”

You nod slowly and lean against her shoulder. “Yeah. Now I am.”

She doesn’t move away. Just lets you rest your head on her, breathing slow and steady.

After a few seconds of silence, she speaks.“You know, for what it’s worth… if she gives you shit again, I’ve got your back.”

You smile against her sleeve. “Thanks.”

She shrugs. “Least I can do.”

You stay there for a while, enjoying the quiet warmth. What’s going on between you and Nat doesn’t have a name yet. But you both know it’s something.

CAN YOU DO CHOSO KAMO SAYS IN BED? PLEASE PLEASE PLEASEEEEEEEEE

THINGS CHOSO SAYS IN BED

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“am i doing it right? t-tell me baby..”

“spit on it .. get it wet f’ me,”

“you gonna be my good girl tonight?”

“got cramps? want me to fuck em out of you? alright, pull your panties down.”

“can we stay in and i just eat your pussy? haven’t done it in so long,”

“i don’t wanna tear it .. it’s too pretty on you,”

“yeah? right there pretty? s’ that the spot?”

“i want you to take control tonight,”

“like having that pretty little ass played with hm? you slutty bitch. turn the fuck over,”

“s’ just a little bit of blood .. you know i don’t fucking care, open your legs.”

“go get the cuffs for me.”

“prep yourself for me first .. i wanna see you do it, no looking away either ..”

“fuckkkk .. you’re fucking milking me baby .. s’ dripping all over my sheets.”

“wanna use some of the toys tonight? yeah?”

“m’ not touching that slutty pussy tonight, spread your ass. we’re doing things different tonight.”

“pull em to the side for me baby .. might be a little tight—oh, oh fuck..”

“hey, no tears. you begged for me to fuck you like this .. so stop fucking crying.”

“did you just squirt?”

“fuck! i told you to stop y/n .. you got my fucking pants ruined.”

“you have to be quieter y/n baby, my brothers’ll hear you. i know it feels good, but you’ve got to be quiet for me,”

“cum now or you won’t at all,”

“hey—don’t make me punish you .. this is supposed to be a reward.”

Sukuna is the type of husband who NEEDS to hold you when he sleeps.

Before he started being in a relationship with you Sukuna had trouble finding sleep in most nights, probably due to his bad working routine and messy habits that got fixed after you came into his life. And now he can't sleep unless his wife is safely wrapped in his arms.

You could be watching TV after a day at work and Sukuna will come home next probably tired as hell and in need of a nap. He is quick to wrap his arms around your hips and gently take you into his arms as he carries you to the shared bedroom, Despite your endless protests asking him to take a shower first,

"Kuna you stink, go take a shower first"

"Calling your husband stinky? You wound me darling"

"Sukuna please.."

"Fine then, but we shower together"

"But I just showered-

"Too bad brat"

When it's time for sleep, he patiently waits till you're done with your skincare routine. And if you take way too much time for some reason, like your friend calling you at the last minute to spill the hot gossips of the day Sukuna is there to remind you he's ready and set for his bedtime by scoffing loudly enough for you to hear. Petty man.

Taking a pee at night? Grabbing a late night snack because you're hungry? Those are impossible to do without waking Sukuna up. The moment you sit up in the bed, he's already awake, grumbling in his sleep and asking what the hell are you doing before pulling you back to his arms.

That one time you managed to sneak out of the bed without waking Sukuna up. You mentally praised yourself for the victory as you snuck in to the kitchen to eat the last piece of the chocolate cake. Before you can even take 3 bites you hear footstep behind and when you turned to look, it's half awake and half asleep Sukuna with the blanket hanging by his hips like a toddler who ran out of their bedroom searching for their mom. He's scrutinizing his eyes at you, trying to figure out what the hell are you doing. Then he sees the chocolate cake and the icing around your lips and his face instantly takes a betrayed expression.

"Kuna-"

"So you left your husband, all alone, in this fucking cold weather just for chocolate cake?"

"We have a heater-"

"That's not the point, the point is how a chocolate cake worth more than your husband"

"okay now you're being dramatic"

"This is straight up gluttony"

"Sukuna!!"

It's gotten bad to the point where you can't even sleep one night away without feeling guilty because you know this man is wide awake and restless without you in the bed. Yet you wouldn't change a single thing. The way Sukuna's strong arms wrap around you, keeping you warm and safe while soft hum of his snores disappearing into the crook of your neck, it's everything you will ever need.

And you hope it never changes.

you were in the park, petting some random dog. its owner, a tall dude with white hair and sunglasses, said, “wanna see her puppy?” and like a fool, you said, “hell yeah, i wanna see puppy.”

you followed him. to his car. every true crime podcast screamed in your head, but puppy logic overrode survival instinct.

fast forward five years. that tall dude? gojo. your husband.

the dog is still fat. gojo’s still hot. and every time he tells the story, he starts with: “she risked it all for a puppy. now she’s stuck with me.”

࿐ Yuji loves seeing you happy. Before you guys became something more, he noticed your extreme stoic personality. And when he finally saw your genuine smile, he knew he just had to have you.

It was hard trying to figure out your love language, what makes your true colors show.

One of the first ones to go were physical affection, you liked your space. Even though you’d give it up when Yuji whined long enough.

He loves his quiet partner. And he’d do his best to work around your stubbornness.

He was starting to resort to just asking you. Not that you’d give him a genuine answer. He just wanted to spoil you. He just wasn’t sure how :(

Without to much thought into it, he came home one day with a necklace.

He left it in its small box on top of your clothes you planned on wearing after your shower.

He was a bit anxious on how you’d react. Or if you would even like it at all. Running his hand through his hair as he sat in the living room.

Waiting on you, he’s eyes started growing heavy. He stopped fighting and began to let drowsiness take over until he felt a weight next to him.

Turning his head he sees you on the couch, your hair damp, and your face a bit flushed. He assumed because of the shower.

What was really catching his attention was how close you were. It was unusual. You were usually shy about these types of things. Your eyes everywhere except for him as evidence.

Hesitant, he puts his arm around your shoulder, and surprisingly you accept his embrace immediately, as if you were waiting on it. Your head resting on his chest.

Flustered, he looks down at you, he sees the necklace on your neck and he feels like he’s about to explode from happiness.

You fidget with it subconsciously, your eyes closed.

A crystal in the center that appeared as if the ocean crafted it, the deep shiny blue reminding you of your precious boyfriend.

You liked gifts.

~

After that day, he never seen you without it on. And when he did, he’d go remind you to put it on, and to his surprise you complied with no reluctance.

Gosh he was so love sick. :(

A random night he started a savings for a ring.

thinking about teenage satoru who is absolutely obsessed with you! °ᡣ𐭩 . ° .

Teenage Satoru Gojo - who writes you notes in class that always gets him scolded. Doodles of the two of you kissing, asking whether or not you'll go on a date with him, inviting you over to his dorm and begging insisting you help him study - anything and everything he could possibly say, he'll write it down and pass it to you at the most inconvenient times - it doesn't matter if you're taking a test - he will pass you a little sticky note telling you how pretty you look in that new skirt.

Teenage Satoru Gojo - who leaves flowers outside your dorm room every morning. He hopes his luxurious taste might be the thing to win you over - but his attempts are fruitless when he sees you handing out the roses from the bouquet he'd given you to random students. Everyone seemed to be walking around with the a single red rose in their hands, having no idea Satoru had bought them specifically for you. Suguru would approach his best friend with pink cheeks from his encounter with you and sniff the flower in front of Gojo's face with the simple intention to piss him off - laughing when the white haired boy pouts and groans.

Teenage Satoru Gojo - who has tried bribing his teachers to partner you with him for class assignments - unfortunately, he'd only get a swift smack to the head before being told to get out of the teacher's classroom. His head would be hanging as he left in defeat - but it would quickly lift when he'd see you propped against the hallway walls as you chatted with your friends - he'd send you a flirtatious wink that has you rolling your eyes - shaking your head with a soft laugh

Teenage Satoru Gojo - who tried origami for you - tossing the crumpled up balls of paper across his room angrily when he messes up his sixth heart - the ripped and torn edges of the pink paper have him groaning in frustration. It takes him hours to perfect the origami heart - but it was worth it. After all, you deserved nothing less than perfection in his eyes. And what exactly was he? Perfection. Perfect for you.

Teenage Satoru Gojo - who always talks about you to Suguru. Geto knows just about everything about you now - thanks to his best friend who can't seem to shut up about the girl his entire world seemed to revolve around. You truly seemed like the only person to live up to whatever impossible standards Satoru must have - that's what Suguru concluded. Gojo didn't spare anyone he didn't deem worth his time a single glance - but he always seemed to have his eyes on you.

Teenage Satoru Gojo - who's pumping his fist into the air during class, unable to contain his excitement when you actually circled the yes on his daily 'will you go out with me, pretty girl?' paper. He seems to go into cardiac arrest when you turn around and send him a wink - placing the slip of paper into the pocket of his shirt as he blinks in bewilderment - Suguru can barely muffle his laughter as Satoru stands up abruptly from his seat - knocking his chair over in the process as he quite literally squeals.

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PLATONIC TELEMACHUS WITH TWIN SISTER READER!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SHES BASICALLY A COPY OF ODYSSEUS AND A MAMAS GIRL WHO TRIES TO KILL THE SUITORS REGULARY

Napping || Telemachus

Synopsis → Telemachus with a twinsister! Reader who is a mini-Odysseus.

Warning → The Suitors, Voilence, Abuse, Telemachus lowkey being a hypocrite, Mentions of Monsters

A/n → Oh my god, I'm finally able to post, currently in English finishing this request. These two girls in my English who are sitting right next to me are rough housing and laughing so loud, its embarrassing. 🤡

Word Count → 697

↳ Oh my god, Telemachus would absolutely dote on his sister. Doesn’t matter if she’s the elder or younger twin.

↳ Though if she is the younger twin, he’s absolutely gonna be that brother who constantly reminds her of it. Doesn’t matter place or time.

“Y/n/n, I’m just looking out for you. It’s my duty as your big brother to defend you.”

“You’ve never even been in a fight.”

“Don’t change the subject.”

↳ He’s so hypocritical too, like yeah, sure, you’ve fought monsters and won fights against men larger than you, BUT, he advises you that climbing that rock could get you hurt.

↳ He’s such a dork though, and gets excited every time he finds something he thinks you would love. Like a cool rock, maybe something that use to belong to your father before he left for the war of Troy.

↳ Telemachus no doubtably defends you against the suitors, even if you’ve proven to be able to handle them in a fight.

↳ He’s watched you fight many battles, and win majority of them, so when an altercation starts up between the suitors and/or himself, he knows you’ll be there to end the fight quickly and swiftly.

↳ He fears for the day you come of age, worried that Queen Penelope can no longer prevent you from marriage.

↳ Even so, he knows that suitors could absolutely kick his ass, so he tries to keep you away from them at all costs.

↳ Telemachus loves spending time with both you and your mother. At least once a week, there will be a day where you three just do whatever. From spa sessions, to long walks alongside the shoreline, the same one in which Odysseus promised to return from.

↳ You both are constantly told of how you both resemble Odysseus, whether with your fighting skills, personality, traits or just overall everything that made the King of Ithaca so him.

↳ More than once, have the servants been spooked, especially those who have been serving the castle from before you and Telemachus were born, because of how much you two look and even act like Odysseus.

↳ It’s one of the biggest things you two are praised for, and one of the biggest things the suitors hate about you both.

↳ After a particularly hard day, whether from a fight gone wrong, the suitors were somehow worse than usual or just feeling gloomy, you both just rest with each other.

↳ You two just sleep in either your own or Telemachus’ room, or even the garden. One time, Penelope found you two sleeping against Odysseus’ statue.

↳ Argos' so cute, he switches between sleeping in yours, Telemachus and Penelope room. Absolute cuddle bug of a dog, he's so loving.

↳ Telemachus would be torn between wanting you to accompany him to get Odysseus back. He doesn’t want you to get hurt on the journey, but he also worries for what the suitors will do.

↳ Obviously you go with him, but he was still hesitant.

↳ After that whole ordeal, big family reunion with Odysseus!!

↳ You all cried, like a lot. Penelope and Odysseus have their lovebirds moment and it sends both you and Telemachus into tears.

↳ But yay! No more suitors!

↳ Its sort of weird at first adjusting to Odysseus being home again, considering you and Telemachus hadn't actually known him before the war, but you all fall into a nice routine.

↳ Odysseus makes up for lost time and takes old man naps with both you and Telemachus, roughly 2-5 times a week. Penelope joins most days.

↳ Telemachus trains a lot, wanting to get stronger, to protect you, Penelope and even Odysseus. Your father tries telling him that he can protect all of you, but everyone can see he's getting older. Even he.

↳ But, nonetheless, Odysseus humours Telemachus, and trains with him, giving great pointers and teaching him new tricks. Most days, you join in, and Odysseus loves training with his kids.

↳ You've managed to hand their asses to both of them, leaving them with sore muscles and aching bones. Both Odysseus and Telemachus are incredibly proud of you.

↳ Overall, Telemachus tries his hardest to protect you, even if you or someone else kick his ass. <3

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Bedroom Mishaps

💗F!reader, suggestive - Sukuna’s especially, vom, blood and period mention, hurt/comfort, fluff, est. relationships💗

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