#get yalls grabby hands away from things

[seeingivy]

pretty girl

ryomen sukuna x f!reader

an: kind of suggestive? reader is super insecure + sukuna might be ooc but ??? yk. it is what it is. come get yall juice.

**part of my best friends (older brother) fic

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when sukuna’s phone rings - for the third time, signaling that he actually has to pick up now - he definitively decides that he is going to move far, far away. maybe if he lived in shibuya, or even as far as kyoto, his stupid little brother wouldn’t call him every time he got too drunk to drive him and his idiotic friends home. 

and when sukuna walks straight into the bar - blaring music, haphazard puddles of alcohol all over the floor, and the most pungent, putrid sweat smell hanging in the air - he’s almost positive that he’s going to start looking for a new apartment tomorrow. 

it takes him approximately thirty-five seconds to find yuuji. though he supposed he should have noticed faster that the pink haired idiot standing on top of the bar, with a black sea urchin shaking at his legs was exactly what he was looking for. 

sukuna makes his way over, shoving megumi hard in the shoulder as he looks over, eyes glazed and cheeks pink. after almost seven times of doing this, sukuna knows exactly how this is going to go. that despite the tattoos, the entirely different facial structure, and physique, megumi is going to confuse sukuna for yuuji. 

“yuu’? how’d you get over there so fast?” megumi murmurs, reaching to cup the side of his face. 

right again. sukuna smacks his hand out of his peripheral as he looks up at yuuji, who hasn’t even noticed that he’s arrived yet. 

“move over.” he responds, irritated. 

the second megumi lets go, sukuna all but shuffles yuuji off of his balance, making it a point to somewhat break his fall off of the countertop. only somewhat, because naturally he wouldn’t injure his little brother. but that doesn’t mean he’s not deserving of sometime of retribution for all the times he’s had to do this.

yuuji’s groaning in his arms as he pulls him up, as he halfheartedly makes grabby hands for fushiguro who was three feet away. 

“‘gumi, cm’here.” 

“we’re leaving. you can sit next to your gumi in the car.” sukuna states sternly, curling his nose at the godawful nickname, as he drags the two of them straight out into the cold air. 

he’s all but opening the doors for the two of them, getting more irritated as the two of them excitedly look up at the sky, pointing at all the little stars together before he all but shoves them again. 

“look yuuji. it’s us.” 

“where?” 

“the two stars next to each other.” 

sukuna watches yuuji’s eyes go wide, cheeks bright pink, as he wraps his arms around megumi. and fights the urge to gag. 

it’s only then - when he’s wrestled seatbelts onto the two of them and stopped megumi from being the affectionate drunk that he is - that they make it a point to share an important piece of information. 

“kugisaki and y/n are still in there! we can’t leave.” yuuji whines, leaning his head against megumi’s as his eyes quickly start drooping, almost fluttering shut before he can ask where the two of you could possibly be. 

sukuna shuffles back through the group of bodies, this time looking for the other pair of the set. it takes more effort - because he’s sure that kugisaki is going to be sucking face with someone in the back corner and he’s going to have to put an end to it. and you. you were always particularly hard to find. 

he spots the red hair three feet away and takes a deep breath. she’s almost entirely sitting on the girls lap - green hair, shitty glasses - as he makes it a point to tap on her shoulder. naturally, she doesn’t stop and he gets more disgusted as it goes on. he never thought she’d be so…handsy. or that he’d have to see it. 

he does the next best thing. reaches to her side and tickles her, just enough to stop her and start the godawful, obscene screaming that worsens tenfold with every consecutive pint of alcohol she drinks. and of course, she’s just as predictable as the last. 

“yuuji?! where the fuck do you get off doing that?” 

he reaches for her wrist, shooting a polite smile. 

“maki. always a pleasure. kugisaki, we’re leaving.” 

“i’m not leaving.” 

maki gives him a halfhearted shrug as he all but throws her over her shoulder, tuning out the insults that are streaming out of her mouth as he all but carries her through the group of bodies. if you weren’t regulars here, sukuna was positive that he’d get arrested for that profanities coming out of her mouth - that, and the fact that it looked like he was abducting her. but no one turns a blind eye, almost irritated that she’s at it again. 

that makes two of them. 

when nobara’s tucked into the back, he makes it a point to throw a water bottle at each of them - specifically square in the face for yuuji and megumi who are cuddling in his backseat - as he glares at all of them. 

“okay, kugisaki. where’s y/n?” sukuna asks. 

she’s leaning her head back against the headrest, eyes fluttering shut, as she murmurs something unintelligible. 

“she….ugly.” kugisaki murmurs. 

“she’s ugly?” sukuna deadpans. 

well, she’s certainly not ugly. 

“ugly…bathroom.” she murmurs again, taking it as his best option. 

sukuna marches back into the bar, for the third time, and beelines straight into the bathroom in the back. and there you are, crumpled up on the floor with your knees hiked to your chest, with big tears in your eyes and two girls sitting right across from you. 

sukuna finds the sight rather…unusual. he knew that girls were quite different than guys, having heard you go on your spiels about womanhood and female friendship too damn often to know that it was a whole thing that was beyond him. but really, he finds it sincerely odd that the two girls sitting across from you are comforting you in your puddle of tears. 

it’s not that sukuna’s stereotyping. or being judgemental. or he is a little, but he doesn’t frankly care. because labels, or groups or whatever existed for a reason. people who were similar flocked to one another. it’s how people were comfortable. how they functioned. 

which is why sukuna’s unsure why these two girls - who are actually dressed up to be at the club - are sitting on the tiles with you, when you’re wearing one of those pink ribbons in your hair, that of course, matches the one on your bag. 

but granted, this is you he’s talking about. he’s spent enough time trying to figure you out, before he naturally gave up. he always found that you transcended normal groups that he assigned. 

you look up at him through your tearfilled eyes, a half smile on your face. 

“sukuna, you-you’re here.” 

sukuna ignores the fact that he’s pleased, very pleased, that you didn’t just confuse him with yuuji, as he holds his hand out to you and grabs your purse with the other one. and when you place your hand in his, you can feel the heat rushing up your body, more so when he leans down, lips few feet apart as he murmurs to you. 

“we’re leaving. now.” sukuna states, glaring at you. 

you feel the heat rush to your cheeks, acutely aware of every detail on his face. that his hair is slightly messy - because he must have woken up to come get you - and that his eyes are almost tired. you fight the urge to smile...at how sweet It all is.

“okay. thanks for coming to get us.” you respond, giving him a smile. 

the two girls sprawled on the floor stand up, yanking their dresses down the slightest amounts as they flash you warm, kind-hearted smiles.

sukuna, really, truly does not understand it. at the way that you’re so open with them, despite the fact that they must be strangers. 

“you, give him hell. and you, i’m really happy for you. i’m sure your wedding will be beautiful.” you state, pointing at the two girls who had been accompanying you on the bathroom floor for the past hour. 

“and you. stop letting people call you ugly and taking it to heart. the bows are cute. your fashion is amazing. and men don’t deserve shit.” the first girl slurs.

you give her a smile, as sukuna all but tugs you out of the bathroom by the wrist, arm secured around your shoulder as he leads you through the crowd. sukuna drops his arm around you as the crowd gets thicker, hands straight on your waist as he steadies you in front of him. and when he leans down to whisper in your ear, it sends a shiver down your entire spine. 

“do i even want to ask?” he sneers. 

“it’s her bachelorette party! and that’s her best friend, though she seems kind of…off her rocker. but in a good way. power to her for being bold.” you respond. 

sukuna rolls his eyes as he pushes you out into the cold air last, reaching for the front seat door and opening it for you. except when he looks back, you’re staring up into the sky just as yuuji and megumi were, the softest of smiles on your face.

sukuna makes a mental note of the dark, black tear streaks on your cheeks and your sniflfy nose as he clears his throat to get your attention. 

“oh. sorry, i’m here. i’m here.” you respond, quickly shuffling into the car as you wipe your face. 

sukuna shuts the door behind you, pausing to look up at the sky too. and silently wonders what exactly it was that you thought when you looked up at it. 

--

sukuna makes it a point to take you out of the car last. because naturally, he’d save the easiest job for the end. by the time he had turned onto his street, you were snug asleep against the window of his car, creating a small indent into your forehead from the plastic of the door as he parked on the street. and he’d give you the few seconds of peace as he wrangles the rest of them out. 

megumi and yuuji were easy to wrangle. because if sukuna too one out, the other one would quickly follow - and mope a great deal. megumi was on the side closer to the door, meaning he had to brace himself for the confusion once again, as he shrugged him awake. 

“‘yuu. are you going to carry me to bed?” he murmurs. 

“absolutely fucking not.” sukuna responds, yanking him out as yuuji follows up the stairs. he sets the two of them on the couch, a surefire way to ensure that they don’t do something heinous to his sheets during the night - or the morning after - as he braces himself for kugisaki next. 

when he slings her arm around his shoulder, the obscenities start. 

“maybe if you had a job or something, maybe we wouldn’t bother you so much. It-” 

“i have a job, kugisaki. a job that just payed for your drinks, mind you.” 

it seems that in his rusk of getting ready, yuuji had accidentally swiped his wallet on the way out. and of course, it was his turn to pay for the drinks. 

“you need to get a hobby. have you thought of sewing?” she asks. 

“that would be useful. then i’d have hundreds of needles to stick in your eyes.” 

“when was the last time you felt the touch of a woman, sukuna?” 

“when was the last time you went on a date? are the middle school makeout sessions hitting the mark for you, kugisaki?” 

“shut the fuck up.” she sneers, reaching to smack him as he shoves her straight on to the guest bed and quickly shuts the door behind him. 

he’s satisfied when he hears no inclination of her following, which always seems to be a gamble depending on how much she’s downed that night. or how short he cut off whatever it was she was doing with maki. 

when sukuna makes it back to the car, he half debates just leaving you in there. because you look so comfortable, with his stray jacket strewn over your shoulders, and your breath that’s fogging up the glass of the mirror. but the fact that your neck is at an awkward angle and the cold air solidify his decision. 

he open the door and you halfhazardly jolt awake, blinking your eyes as sukuna comes into your line of vision. you shoot him a smile as he holds his hand out to you, locking them together as he drags you up to the apartment, straight into his bedroom. 

“can i use the bathroom?” you ask. 

“you know where it is.” he responds, noting and particularly hating the biting tone in his voice. 

“thank you!” you respond, shuffling into the room and shutting the door. 

albeit weirdly, sukuna presses his ear to the door to confirm his suspicions. and the soft clinking of bottles, of the water running on and off, tells him enough. 

that you’re doing your longwinded skin care routine in his bathroom. that you shoved all of your serums and moisturizers in your purse because you couldn’t skip out on it for even one day. 

he’d make it a point. to slam the door open and make fun of you for it. but he bites down any retort he has when he hears soft sniffling and pushes the door open for an entirely different reason. 

“what the hell is your problem?” he asks. 

“huh?” 

“you and your friends get obscenely drunk. then, you call me in the middle of the night and wake me up. and right when i’m about to go to bed, you’re crying in my bathroom. so what the hell is it? just tell me.” 

you sniffle. 

“do you really want to know?” you whisper. 

“you’re wasting more of time with your shitty attitude. i’m not going to stand here and coax it out of you, so just tell me straight up or stop crying.” 

you sigh. 

“if you put lipstick on a pig, it’s still a pig.” 

sukuna wants to smack you. of course you feel the need to talk in tongues. 

“in english this time?” he asks. 

“you can try to look nice as much as you want. but even all that…makeup…fancy skincare. it can’t change the fact that i just look like this. that if you put lipstick on a pig, it’s still a pig.” you state. 

“you think you’re a pig?” sukuna asks. 

you sigh. 

“maybe.” you murmur. 

sukuna tosses you the extra set of clothes he dragged out, tossing them straight at you as you send him a grateful smile. 

“thanks, sukuna.” you murmur. 

“for what?” 

he could barely even muster a response, a coherent one that you deserved, in response to what you shared with him. 

“dunno. i tell other people and they just kind of go…but you’re so pretty!! and…it falls flat. it’s nice to not be coddled. just said things as they are.” 

sukuna can feel a burning feeling in his chest that increases tenfold when you press a kiss into the softness of his cheek. and he stands there dumbfounded, watching you smile and make a move to walk away. he instinctively reaches for your bicep and pulls back, a sweet smell emanating from whatever you’ve just smeared on your face, as he looks down at your lips. 

there’s some type of glitter on them. whatever you’ve just put on makes them look bigger, fuller. he wonders if some trace of it is left on his cheek. 

“did you need something?” you ask. 

“sleep in my bed.” 

“huh?” 

“i’ll take the couch. get in the bed.” he utters. 

the following morning, sukuna wakes up to three plates of breakfast with an annoying sticky note pressed on top. 

thanks for coming to get us sukuna!!! :DD 

it’s the first time the thought crosses his mind. that his preconceived notion might be incorrect. 

that it’s not that you’re too good for him. it’s that everyone else isn’t good enough for you. 

--

the next time you see sukuna is when you’re teetering past tipsy to fully drunk in your childhood bedroom, on christmas eve. well, he’s not exactly inside the room, more knocking on the door frame.

you gesture for him to come in, setting the wine bottle down, as he takes the seat next to you. 

“where’s yuuji?” you ask.

“still at megumi’s.” 

sukuna loosens the tie around his neck and unbuttons the top three buttons of his collared shirt, as he slides closer to you. you've never been one to shy from his touch, settling into his embrace, as he racks his mind, desperately, on how to broach the topic, that’s been on his mind for weeks. 

sukuna slides his arm around your shoulder to your nightstand, to a little bundle of dried flowers. he opts to leave his hand pulled around you, as he pulls it closer to the two of your faces, resting his temple against yours.

“what’s this?” 

“it’s my corsage from prom. like sixty years ago.” 

“who did you go with?” sukuna asks. 

“no one. i never got asked. i just bought one because…you know how all the girls line up in a row and stick their hands out to show their corsage off? i didn’t want to be left out of that picture.” you state. 

“so you ordered it yourself?” 

“mhm. pink flowers, white bow. it matched my dress.” you hum. 

“always the bows huh?” 

sukuna sets the corsage down in your lap, as he leans closer into your space and digs into his pocket. you can smell his cologne, strong and musky in your space, as it mixes with your own flowery perfume and gives your head a slight rush. 

he pulls out his keys and sets them flat in the palm of your hand, as you inspect each little accessory on his ring. there’s two keys - one for his apartment and one for his house - and two keychains. one of him as a lego, which you know yuuji bought him for his birthday, and another one from alaska, that you and yuuji had bought him on your school trip in eighth grade. 

but the third is a ribbon, secured right on the ring of his keychain. you inspect it between your fingers, and he supplies the answer before you can ask. 

“you left it at my house.” he states. 

“so…so you put it on your keys?” 

“wanted to make sure it was on me. in case i saw you.” 

you make a move to pull it off the ring, but he closes his hand over yours. 

“it’s mine now.” he states. 

“then why did you show it to me?” you whispers. 

sukuna’s not sure what it is that drives him to do it, merely the fact that he has no patience and surely no self control, but he hooks his hand straight under your thigh, securing you straight on his lap. you can feel your breath hitch in your throat as he leans his forehead straight against yours, his hands on your thighs burning your skin. 

“what are you doing? yu-yuuji will eventually get here you know.” you whisper. 

“do you like him?” sukuna asks. 

“what? no-no, he’s with megumi. and he’s gay.” you whisper. 

“so why are you thinking about him when you’re here with me?” 

“i-i’m not. you just-”

sukuna swallows hard, taking a deep inhale of your smell, before he slithers one of his hands around your neck and pulls you closer. he can feel you fidget in his lap, nearly knocking over half the things behind you as you twitch in his lap and he murmurs into your skin. 

“relax.” 

you take a deep breath, grounding yourself by digging your hands into the muscle of his arms.

“okay. you-”

“the guy at the bar. what did he say to you?” he whispers. 

“which guy?” 

“when i picked you up last. when you slept in my bed.” 

you feel your cheeks burn in embarrassment. 

“nothing. he-” 

sukuna’s squeezing into the plush of your thighs, his hands firm and warm as you fight the urge to yelp. 

“tell me what he said.” 

“nothing, sukuna. i didn’t want to kiss him yet. and he leaned in. got-got offended. just said some things before he walked away.” you mumble. 

“things like?” 

“like you know. the usual stuff.” 

“that you’re ugly?” he asks. 

it's almost embarrassing, but his look is so unrelenting that you have to give in. you nod, as sukuna takes his hands off of your legs, bringing them up to cup the side of your face this time. he snakes one of his hands into your hair, yanking the bow out as he curls it in his hand. 

“do you believe him?” he asks. 

“no.” you respond. 

sukuna leans closer, his lips brushing against yours as you instinctively shut your eyes. that it burns too much to look at him. 

“are you lying to me?” 

“n-no.” you mumble back, as you try to lean in but feel sukuna pull back. 

when you open your eyes, you can’t but pout as he smiles at you, as he grins at you after pulling away. 

“don’t be a tease, sukuna.” 

he laughs into your neck, before the warmth blooms on your neck as his lips connect to your skin, as he leaves a trail of warm kisses up the side of your neck. each new spot he touches has you nearly melting in his touch, as he can feel you slouching onto him, leaning your entire body weight against his. 

he continues that way, refusing to kiss you full on the mouth, as you feel your skin bloom warmth with every new place that he touches. each of your cheeks, the tip of your nose, even your eyelids that you’ve fluttered shut this entire time. some part of it is agonizing, that he continues to give but won’t receive in return. 

you take his collar into your hands, crumpling the fabric as you yank him straight and feel him smile against your lips. 

“needy?” 

“please. i want to-” 

sukuna cuts you off before you can finish your request, the first inclination of your begging snapping the very little patience he had in the first place. your lips are soft and warm against his, as you surely spread that glittery nonsense over him, over his neck as you start peppering kisses over him. from how shy and awkward he’s seen you, he swallows down the surprise at how eager you are, at the way you’re basically pawing at him through his shirt.  

except you pull back, wide eyed, when the two of you hear pounding up the step, accompanied by two voices getting louder in your ears. 

“y/n!!! y/n, y/n merry christmas!!!” yuuji bellows, as you shove sukuna onto the floor and sit upright as he pads into the room and wraps you in a hug. 

sukuna wipes his lips with the back of his hand as he stands up, giving megumi a nod, as yuuji turns to him and shakes hands. sukuna can’t help but smile at how pink your cheeks are, swollen lips and glazed eyes, as megumi and yuuji settle into both of your sides, arms wrapped around you. 

you swallow hard as you look at sukuna, wide eyed as you noticed all the lipgloss that you left over him. and pale when megumi notices the big red mark on his neck. 

“is that a rookie mark, sukuna?” 

sukuna brings his hand up to his neck, only to be met back with the glitter on his fingers as he smiles - or more appropriately, grins at you - as you feel your cheeks go pink. 

“who gave you that sukuna? your neighbor?” yuuji asks. 

you feel your eyes go wide, as sukuna pinches his eyes at yours before responding. 

“no. i haven’t talked to her in a while.” 

you tuck away the detail, making sure to ask him about it later. it’s only now that sukuna’s reputation comes to the forefront of your mind, as you realize you might have made a grave mistake by letting sukuna indulge in whatever infatuation it is he’s having with you. 

“yuuji. did you say hello to y/n’s sister?” he asks. 

“she’s back in town?” he asks, turning to you. 

“mhm. got back in today.” you murmur, as the two of them shoot you a smile and shuffle back into your room. 

sukuna lifts you up by your wrists, as he starts fixing your appearance little by little. you can feel him zipping up the back of your dress - entirely unsure when he even had the time to do that - as he snags the little bow from his pocket and smooths it back into your hair. 

“whose your neighbor?” 

“jealous, princess?” he asks. 

you turn around, poking one of your hands into the muscle of his chest. 

“sukuna. i am not going to be one of your little lack-” 

“you are not a lackey.” he whispers. 

you pout at him, entirely disbelieving, as he wraps his hands around your face, the kiss sweeter, softer than the ones the two of you had just shared on the bed. 

“you’d kill me if you did that.” you murmur. 

“you think i relish in your pain?” he asks. 

“dunno. you-” 

he leans your head up again, tucking his head into the softness of your neck as he starts peppering kisses you again. your hands are a futile attempt to stop him, as he laughs into your skin. 

“i’m here to make you feel good. i’ve been thinking about it for weeks.” 

“oh?” 

“let me. you- you’ve always been my pretty girl. and no one can make you feel good, treat you like you should, better than me.” 

you push him off again as megumi and yuuji come back, with your sister in tow, as they gesture for you to join them downstairs. and sukuna follows behind, as you fight the urge to beam, when he secures his hand into yours behind their backs.

--

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an: do NAWT ask for a part 2 bc I will do it. my brain is steaming. I am thinking thoughts.

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[minhosimthings]

Backstage Notoriety

Synopsis: Chan trying to shush you, as you try not to alert the rest of the boys about what you're doing backstage

Pairings: Bang Chan × Soloist!fem!reader

Warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, fingering, overstimulation, Degradation (like only a little), praise, gagging kink, necklace is used as a gag, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), pregnancy joke, angry sex, rough sex

A/N: ITS YO GIRL MONA BACK WITH ANOTHER SMUT YALL WOOOHOOOOO I really like this for some reason I had fun writing it. Also Chan has got me in a chokehold rn I NEED THIS MAN TO BREED ME. And yes this is me procrastinating on my ongoing wip.

Dating a fellow idol was something you never thought you'd do in your entire life but here you were. Staring at your boyfriend dancing with the rest of his kids members and watching all his Stays with bedroom eyes. To say you were jealous was an understatement. A very great understatement, that is.

Being a soloist was a lonely job, with the one exception being that you didn't need to follow a packed schedule like other groups did. You could just sit back after your stage, and stare at everyone's outfits backstage, as you wait for your boyfriend to take you home and fuck you into oblivion. Yet as you watched your boyfriend show off his waist in a crop top your favourite colour, you couldn't help but want him to notice you. Stupid horny teenager coded feelings right?

"Haneul how much time till they finish?" You asked your manager who was packing up your things. She looked over at you and smiled. "Just another minute or so Y/N be patient you'll see him soon enough." She bent down and kissed your head "I'm going home alright? Tell Minho where I went or he'll go crazy. You'll come with Chan or should I tell a car to wait?" You shook your head at her. "I'll come with him don't worry. You should worry about Minho though he's gonna go mental when he finds out you left without him." Haneul let out a laugh and patted your shoulder before quickly walking out the door, leaving you all alone.

The sound of thunderous applause startled you, as you saw your boyfriend quickly walking down the stage, seven kids following him like penguins. The first one to enter the room was your boyfriend, suprisingly not covered in sweat and fashioning a towel round his neck. His face was not without happiness as he caught his eye on you and strode over, making adorable grabby hands.

"Baby!" he hugged you tightly, as you did everything in your power to stay mad at him, "Next time I'll make sure they arrange our shows right after one another. I can't stand not being with you for so long." "hmm" you hummed in response, not reciprocating the hug as you usually did. The rest of the members had entered the room by then and you spotted Minho frantically searching for his phone. "Haneul went home Minho." you cried at him, successfully catching his attention as he looked at you with widened eyes, "Don't worry, she's probably waiting for you."

"Oh alright." Minho said, plopping down onto the sofa, "Thanks for the message." You smiled gently at him, and turned to pick up your phone, when warm arms wrapped around your waist, making you freeze in your spot. The offer to sink into Chan's embrace was a tempting one, one that would effectively ruin your plan. "Did I do something wrong baby?" you heard Chan's voice whisper in your ear, tone akin to one he'd use for a child. You were being childish after all.

"Just tired Chan. I need to get home alright?", you briefly responded, wiggling away from his embrace. "I'll drop you off to the car." Chan responded, wrapping an arm around your waist so tightly that you couldn't protest, "I left something in my dressing room anyway so we can just get that on the way hm?" His tone worried you slightly. It was unlike the lovey-dovey one he usually used with you. Lovey? yes. Dovey? Definitely not.

The silence between you and Chan was too loud as both of you walked to Chan's dressing room, which was relatively near the exit point. His stare remained in front of him, not even a glance at you. You, on the other head, were trapped in his hold on your waist. It was tight. Too tight. The Pain kink comes in handy though right?.

"You really thought ignoring me would do anything baby?" Chan suddenly spoke up, when you reached the door to his dressing room. You shuddered as he pushed you against the door, one hand on the doorknob, the other holding your chin to him. "Chan-" "Nuh uh baby." He glared, "You're gonna pay for this."

Chan bombarded your lips with his and kissed you with every inch of pain in him. You would have melted into the kiss had it not been for Chan opening the doorknob and pushing you in.

"Wearing this cute little outfit and ignoring me." Chan mumbled in between the messy kiss, "Stupid little girl aren't you?" You gasped for air as Chan slid his fingers down your panties. You decided to give your stylist a bag of chocolates the next day, for giving you such an accessible dress.

"Ah Chan!" You shout out as Chan moves his fingers around your pussy, touching you exactly at all the spots he knew you adored. Chan slowly pulled off your underwear and threw it on the floor before pulling you into another kiss, fingers still racing across your cunt. His other hand reached up almost automatically to your hair, gripping it hard. You moaned into the kiss at his touch on your scalp as your hands quickly undid his trousers.

He’s rough. Good god, he’s fucking rough. His cock stretches you open deliciously, slamming into the deepest parts of you. The slick sounds of your dripping arousal fill the room with every violent thrust. You were sure your already short dress was about to get shorter as Chan kept such a firm grip on them, feeling the fabric twisting in between his fingers. With Chan continuing to fuck you, It’s almost impossible to keep yourself quiet at a time like this.

“J-Jesus,” you gasp, “holy fuck, Channie, y-you, fuck, you feel so fucking hot.” Your voice wavers in pitch and volume. Chan maintains a brutal pace, which you could swear he does on purpose. He lets out a gruff chuckle.

"It's Channie now is it baby?" He mocks you, "Fucking you so good you can't even speak can you?"

You let out a loud yelp when you feel his hand give your ass a hard slap. You jerk forward, shuddering on his cock. You can feel his towering frame lean over you, pulling you up by the shoulders, gathering you to his chest. He puts his fingers in your mouth, silencing your cries of lust.

You suck on his fingers, moans bubbling in your throat as Chan pistons his hips. It’s almost embarrassing how much you like the feeling of Chan using you like his personal doll.

“Babe,” Chan slows down. “As much as I love hearing what I do to you…” he gently maneuvers you, flipping you to look into your eyes. His hand tucks a piece of hair the fell onto your face behind your ear. His hand cups your cheek, the sweetness of his actions causes your mind to run wild with what kind of degenerate, devious plans he has in store for you. He reaches over to his neck and slowly unclasped the metal chain decorating it ever so wonderfully. "You're way too loud darling.”

"Open your mouth for me darling." He cooes at you as he shoves the necklace into your mouth. You wince in pain as the cold metal hits your tongue. Chan stares at you with an amused look on his face. "That's my good girl." He praises, giving a sudden thrust, which makes you widen your eyes.

You make a muffled cry for more, your soft and loud moans were music to his ears. He breathed heavily along with you as held onto your hips tightly. Skin smacking echoed in the room and you heard his soft groan which sent you coming. He groans louder as you clench around him.

Thankfully, Chan didn’t argue or get you to beg for his cock any more as he jolted his hips into you. “Always so loud aren't you darling?”, he scolded light-heartedly under his breath.

“Cha- Channie no more,” you plead with the necklace muffling your tone, tossing your head back onto the wall, hips bucking up into his despite your words. Chan growls, pushing you down by your stomach and blanketing your body with his own and pressing your knees almost up to your tits.

“You can take it, my dove, I promise,” the words come out choked, hoarse, but you wither under them nonetheless. The necklace had been laying down on the floor, having been detached from your mouth a long time ago. You can feel his cock pulsing deep inside your walls, seed almost spilling out from your entrance from his last two orgasms. You’re sure he’s overstimulated beyond belief, just like you, but he just can’t seem to stop.

“Wait, don’t cum yet; I’m so close, don’t cum”, you begged , not entirely wanting it to end just yet. Chan gasped, his mouth opening wide as his eyes did the opposite as they clenched shut as he concentrated on fucking you and not having another orgasm.

It doesn’t take long to feel the first flutterings of that eye-wateringly beautiful sensation between your legs as you quickly stammer, “I’m cumming! Fuck!”. Chan’s legs nearly gave out underneath him, hearing your sweet words.

As your pussy contracted in wet bursts around him, Chan released every drop of cum inside of his body, deep into your walls so that you could feel yourself becoming full and it beginning to drip out as it became too much. His thrusts slowed to a stop as you both slumped against the wall, bodies covered in a thin line of sweat.

"You alright honey?" He mumbled into your neck as he holds you tightly in his arms. "I'm good." You simply respond, cradling in Chan's warm muscles. Chan quickly deposits your weak figure on the divan before rushing off to find a towel and a change of clothes.

"I'm sorry Channie." You mumble, feeling your face turn red as Chan puts your shoes back on. He looks up at you with an amused expression and hums. "It's alright darling." He chuckles, "My jealous little baby." You slap his arm playfully as he gets you up slowly and walks you to the door, this time the grip on your waist being a comforting one.

"I wonder if your cum took or not." You blurt out. Chan looks at you with widened eyes before giggling. "You wouldn't really have to get used to being called mom do you? What with your seven adopted kids." "Our seven adopted kids." You correct him as he blushes and kisses you on the forehead.

"Seven kids who are probably wondering what their mom and dad have been doing backstage."

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Only One He Sees [Sal Fisher X GN!Reader]

[Warnings: Like, none? I mean, I guess emotional cheating and angst.]

[AN: this is a hot mess!! But I just wanted to write something quick and angsty bc I adore Joji's song "Glimpse of Us". It's like,,,, 1:30 am,,,, be nice to me yall,,,,,, I haven't written anything of quality in eons. ALSO I don't ship Ash and Sal, I just needed a shoddy plot device im sorry. 2681 words <3]

Sal doesn’t do anything half-baked. He ensures that his all is in everything he does, everything he says, everything he means. And when he loved Ash, he loved her hard and with everything he was. Did you know their love story was slow? She’d always viewed him as a dear friend, and he’d always been hesitant in getting close to her. But through high school, they had grown closer. Ash’s love with him was almost perfect. No one had ever seen two people fit together as perfectly as they did. 

You couldn’t go five seconds without seeing their dreamy smiles and gazes peeking through the tiny sliver of windows on the doors as they passed by the other’s room, how they yearned for each other when seated far away, and gods, who could forget how they disappeared for hours caught in their own little world? Sal had never loved anyone as much as he loved Ash, and he would have spent his entire life with her if the gods had willed it so. But, good things never last, and Sal is unfortunately more aware of that than anyone else. 

He respected her wishes more than anyone else, even more than his own, and it led to their downfall. They were best friends before, during and after their relationship. A breakup brought up by differences in future lifestyles wouldn’t change that. But oh, gone were the halcyon days when they could be carefree kids in love. Sal considered a part of him gone with that relationship, his walls a bit higher than before when it came to matters of the heart. 

But you? You were a stubborn thing. You sat yourself down next to him in one of your classes your senior year of university, intrigued by the things he was doodling in his notebook. And he was charming, polite, his blue eyes smiled as you imagined his lips were. He had told you what a pleasure it was that he was meeting you for the first time, and you returned the compliment. 

A semester had never passed faster than that silly filler class with Sal. Every day you’d come in, 11 in the morning, plop down next to him and pass him some drink you picked up from the on campus cafe - one of many. You and Sal made it a mission from the beginning to try something new at the beginning of the semester. You watched over the weeks as something came back to him. You could have sworn you heard his heart beat again, he’d been so silent when you first laid your eyes on him. When the final class rolled around, you’d been saddened to realize that - 

“So this is where we part ways?” You said as you began to pack up your things. You had a small, polite smile gracing your lips, fingers just barely fumbling with the zipper as if to give him a moment or two to respond. But really, you enjoyed his presence.

Sal slowly closed his notebook before shaking his head. “It doesn’t have to be?” He offered. “H-Here,” he chuckled upon seeing your puzzled expression. He fished out a sharpie and made a small grabby motion for your hand. He held you warmly, gently, like you were made of glass as he painted the digits of his numbers onto your hand. “I’m surprised I didn’t give this to you earlier,” he admitted with a sheepish grin verbally popping through his almost shy voice. 

Your heart fluttered so fast, so loud, you were sure to take flight. “It’s nothing,” you said as you shook your head. “I’ll call you sometime soon!” You said it so fast, Sal hardly had time to register it. You felt like you were floating as you popped out of your seat, cutely waved to him and damn near sprinted out of the classroom to get back to your car. You heard his laughter. It was nice to hear him like that. 

It was safe to say that a relationship between the two of you blossomed after that. You kept him waiting a tad longer than he originally expected, but you were worried you would come off as clingy, desperate. It felt like hell waiting to send that silly little ‘hi! This is Reader, from-’. You must have written it dozens of times before clicking send and hoping for the best. But everything with Sal was so easy. Never had he made you feel like a stranger in the house the two of you were building. 

Some late nights, the two of you would park your car in the middle of an empty lot and stare up at what little stars you could actually see peeking through the night’s abyss. Looking for gems in a sea of ink had to be one of your favorite things to do with him, because when the heat of the sun was gone, he’d wrap you in his strong arms, and hum softly in your ear. Sometimes, Sal would whisper stories of how the stars above received their names. You felt loved by him without him having even said it. 

On one of these outings, you felt him pause. His painted nails had been just barely massaging your scalp when he pulled his fingers downwards, as if he was trying to run them through your hair. Upon realizing his action, he stopped, a slightly confused, and disturbed expression on his face behind his prosthetic. 

“What’s wrong?” You whispered, your body moving upwards a bit to tilt back to look at him. 

Sal shook his head. “Nothing,” he said, his gaze soft but still perturbed. “Autopilot,” he chuckled. “I’m sorry, baby,” he cooed in an apologetic tone before turning your attention back to the faint stars above, his low voice explaining them in a whisper only a lover was afforded to hear.

You studied him as best as you could, and for the first time you realized he wasn’t looking at you. Perhaps he never was to begin with. 

It happens, right? Sometimes people just do that. But this? This felt off, a deep seated pain that had erupted somewhere deep inside of him, spilling to the surface to a point he couldn’t hide it anymore. To say it planted a seed of doubt would be an understatement. It sprouted an entire garden. Everything Sal did, he said, you thought of what could have caused him to look at you as if you were someone else. Time and time again you were able to reap the fruits of your labor. He was constantly searching, touching you, hoping you were someone else. 

If you didn’t catch him that first time, you might not have ever caught it to begin with. It’s everywhere, glaringly obvious, practically lit up in bright red lights and bolded for you. The way you have to reposition his hand when you’re snuggling, his defaults are never in tune with yours, his humor just out of sync with yours, and how he lays in your arms feels so empty. You know he’s waiting, hoping and praying for someone else. So, why is he passing time in your arms? 

You never let your suspicion show. You treat Sal with the utmost love and respect as you can, watching as the summer ebbs to winter, and as the day fades to night. You tell yourself time and time again that it’s your problem. You almost make yourself believe it. 

Do you know the pain that comes with doubting someone you love so deeply? You ran yourself dizzy, sick, wondering who it could have been. You didn’t want to distrust him, you didn’t want to question him, but the thought of someone else having that effect on him cracked your heart into pieces. Of course, you did your best to hide this from Sal, but he’s a smart man. Of course he’d figure it out eventually. 

“You feel different.” It was stated as an observation, but you know he meant to prod more. His arm, draped around your blanket ending in his hand lovingly clasped around your outer shoulder to bring you in closer to his side lovingly rubbed at you. His thumb traced little moons and stars, circles, even hearts. 

“I do?” 

He hummed a ‘yes’ and nodded slightly. “What’s eating you?”

You took in a deep breath and attempted to push the feelings away. “Do you love me?” The blue haired man pauses his actions entirely, body rigid and expression taken aback. “What?” You can’t see his expression, but you know he’s shocked. “Of course I love you,” he continued. Sal’s voice is cracked, his confidence clearly taken a hit that you would doubt him. 

“Then why does it always feel like you’re searching for someone else?” You asked, no accusation in your tone, but rather genuine curiosity. 

The man at your side shifted again before a deep sigh echoed from his chest. “I’m sorry that I made you feel that way.” He studied your face as he spoke. “My ex, Ash, was my first love. I don’t love her anymore, I promise.” He reached for your hand and squeezed it reassuringly. “You are my everything. Always have been, always will be. But, I guess some part of me-”

“Misses her?” You finished. 

Sal scoffed slightly. “No, I don’t miss her,” he shot back. 

You could feel the defensive energy radiating off of him. “Okay,” you said softly, letting him calm down. 

He ran his fingers through his hair, a nervous tic, before taking in yet another deep breath. His shoulders rolled before dropping, practically drooping. “You’ve been so good to me,” he murmured, “I could never think of anyone else but you, Reader.” He’s lying through his teeth, but you believe him. You smiled, taking his hands warmy into his. 

“I’m sorry for being stupid or anything-,” you rambled, deeply unsettled about the feelings of dread pooling in the back of your throat. How could you ever compete with someone like that? 

Sal let your hands go before reaching back to his prosthetic, clicking it off. “I love you.” That was the first time he said it. 

It felt so empty. 

He leaned forward to kiss you. 

You kissed him back. 

The next few years that passed in your relationship with him were rather peaceful. You had almost forgotten about the pain, but every now and then his actions would remind you, and your heart would ache all over again. But, Sal is good at making you feel loved. You. You and you alone. And for a while, you were certain that he’d fallen out of love with Ash. 

Why did you tell him that you were okay with going to that little friends meet up? Why did you tell him that you would go with? Why did you tell him that you wanted to meet the people who he went to high school with? You already know Larry, isn’t that enough? When you first agreed, none of these thoughts were on your mind. You wanted to support Sal and genuinely see the people who made his high school years that much better. You wanted to meet who made him happy! 

And oh how sweet they all were. Larry’s more than used to you, but meeting Todd, Neil, Maple and Chug? You already feel like you’re one of the gang with how friendly they are. Larry’s made it his mission that you fit in - in fact, he seems more enthralled in the whole process than Sal does! 

“Is she coming?” You heard Neil ask, a small smile on his lips as his arm rested comfortably around Todd’s waist. 

“Running late,” Sal replied as he looked up from his phone. “She just texted me.” 

You feel something inside of you pluck roughly. The strings of your heart are being played, aren’t they? “She should be here in a minute or so.” 

“How’d she text that from her bike?” Snickered Larry in a lovingly teasing tone. 

Sal shrugged. “Just glad she’s coming today,” he added before coming to your side and mirroring Neil’s actions. He gently nuzzled you with his prosthetic, as if he was pecking a kiss to your temple before making a small motion to leave. “Did you want anything to drink? To eat? I know this place like the back of my hand,” he offered with another chuckle. 

“Maybe some more water?” You replied in a half questioning tone. You watched as he left your side before being whisked up by the other people in the room. 

You didn’t hear Ash come in. You didn’t see Sal forget you were even present. Being so caught up with his friends, you didn’t even realize your boyfriend hadn’t come to check on you in hours. 

You crossed through the place with Maple, a cup in your hand on the way to get some cake Chug had brought when you saw them sitting in a bay window. Sal looked positively invigorated with life. He was glowing on the inside and out just being by her again. His body language was so much more animated. His voice was lively. He was laughing at Ash’s jokes, even if they weren’t funny. And gods, how he leaned in just to hear her secrets. He contorted his form better just to be that much closer to her. It was like his heart was clawing out of his chest to be with hers. 

He was still in love with her. Anyone could see it. 

Feeling your gaze, Sal’s attention briefly moved to you. He saw your smile, something soft, something gentle, something validated after years of wondering. He waved at you from where he sat with Ash, just faintly disheartened you did not wave back. He watched as your lips turned slowly to a frown. He could hear your heart break. And even though he was looking directly at you, he still only had eyes for her. 

At that moment, you hated him, truly, and as deeply as one person could hate another. You watched as Ash commanded his attention back, and like a sweet little puppy, he followed. You knew he was smiling under his prosthetic. His touches to her were pure and sweet in a way he’d never afforded you. You thought back to all the lazy mornings and hazy evenings you’ve spent with him curled up in bed. Those touches that felt so foreign, as if you were a placeholder all made sense. It was a deep innate feeling you felt ever since you were gazing up at the stars with him. Finally, finally it was validated. 

Your body feels like it’s floating as the rest of the night passes by. You don’t see Sal until it’s time to go, and your words are failing everything you want to say to him. You’re angry, that’s at the forefront of the things you feel. You feel betrayed. You want to call him everything under the sun. His hand on your thigh doesn’t feel right. The way his lips press to the side of your head when he briefly moves his prosthetic to kiss you doesn’t feel right. You have every intent of getting out of the car and throwing your things into a suitcase and leaving the home he’s made you feel a stranger in. You have every intent of cutting your losses and moving to something healthier. You don’t deserve this. You’re practically seething in your seat when you hear him say it. Those four words that make you weak all over again. 

“I love you, Reader.” 

Your heart seizes. You think over your options. Entire lifetimes must have passed through your mind’s eye as you consider it, and you know that if you got into another relationship, all you would be able to see is him. 

He’s the only thing that matters to you, even if you're not the one that matters to him.

You bite back a sigh, a pained smile on your lips to follow as you face him. 

“I love you too.”  

#sal fisher x reader #sally face headcanon #sally face x reader #sally face x y/n #sal fisher headcanon #conversations with a fish woman

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Anonymous Asks: "Can we get jeolous sex with a jeolous Jean? I can't get enough of this man!"

Of course you can~ I’m obsessed with this man and I’m glad yall are loving him too!

Content: Jealousy, obsession, toxic relationship, dirty talk, penetrative sex, biting, creampie, finger sucking, rough sex

There’s a hand gripping tight to your wrist. Fingers press painfully into the bone as you’re yanked through the doorway. Your shoulder aches with the force of the tug, and before you can focus on that, you’re shoved into the wall hard enough to knock the wind out of you.

“You’re playing a dangerous game,” His voice is a growl, teeth digging into the side of your neck like a warning.

“Jean,” You’re breathless as his hands roam your body, squeezing and groping possessively. “Are we really doing this again?”

You’re trying to sound stern, but it comes out as more of a blissful sigh as his teeth pull away and he begins to kiss at the sensitive skin of your neck. It’s a familiar routine. Every time you speak to Joseph, he gets grabby and possessive. You’re still not sure whether or not you enjoy it, but you certainly don’t stop.

“If you insist on talking to that bastard, then yes. We’re doing this again.” You can hear the frustration in his voice as his fingers dig into your hips. “We’ll do this as many times as it takes for you to remember you’re mine.”

His fingers tilt your chin up to look at him as he speaks, and once he’s done he captures your lips in a heated kiss. His hands move under your thighs, and you find your legs wrapping around his hips as he lifts you. His body is warm against yours as he presses you against the wall, teeth tugging at your bottom lip and tongue teasing yours.

He’s not gentle with you. He never is when he’s jealous. He’s rough and harsh, almost punishing. Punishing you for daring to make him jealous. For continuing to talk to Joseph when you know he hates it. For daring to pay anyone attention but him.

His fingers dig into your ass as his hips roll against yours. You can feel his cock, hard and throbbing as he presses against you. It’s impossible to do anything but grind against him, fingers bunched in his shirt as you pull him closer.

“Ah-hah~” An embarrassing little sound leaves your lips as his hands slip up your shirt, fingertips dragging across the ticklish strips of skin on your sides.

Your squirming only encourages him, making quick work of removing your shirt so he can feel you up more easily. His fingers dig into your skin roughly, squeezing and grabbing like he’s worried you’ll slip away if he doesn’t hold you tight enough.

“Gonna fuck you,” Jean growls against your lips, hauling you over to his vanity and sitting you on it, “until I’m the only thing you remember.”

There’s a general fumbling of lips and clothes. Kisses are pressed hot across your skin as you’re stripped. Your own hands manage to work his clothes off between moans.

His hand slips between your thighs, groaning at how ready you feel for him. “Fuck, feels like your body knows who you belong to~”

You don’t have time to answer before his lips are on yours again, hand working its magic on you as the heat builds in your stomach. You reach blindly for one of the drawers in his vanity, pulling it open and grabbing a bottle of lube. You don’t exactly feel like trying to take him raw right now, and you know he’s far too gone to think of it himself.

You press the bottle into his hand and he takes the hint, pulling away to open the bottle and spread some on his fingers. His fingers tease around your hole, smirking against your skin as you shiver.

“Cute…” The word is barely a breath against your collarbone as he sucks a pretty bruise into your skin.

His finger eases into you slowly, enjoying every little moan and gasp from you as he works you open on his fingers. They curl and stroke in just the right ways, your hips grinding into his every touch.

Fuck.

He hits a spot inside you that has you seeing stars. His name falls from your lips like a prayer. It’s all he wants from you, teeth grazing against your shoulder as he demands to hear it again.

“Jean~” Your legs tighten around his hips, trying to pull him closer.

He groans, neglected cock resting on your stomach. He grinds against you. You can feel the precum dripping onto your skin, but you can’t focus on much with his fingers still working away inside you.

“Jean, please—” Your back arches, nails digging into his shoulders as his fingers curl inside you again.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart? Need my cock?” He’s enjoying this too much.

You grit your teeth and nod. He’s planning something. You can tell.

“Good,” his fingers slow down to tease you slowly, “that’s exactly how it should be. You. Desperate for me.”

You whine his name again, but he shushes you gently, easing two fingers of his free hand into your mouth to suck on. You let it pacify you, eyes half closed as you suck on his fingers.

“So good.” He presses a surprisingly chaste kiss to your temple. “What would you do, sweetheart? To get me to fuck you?”

You manage to pull away from his fingers for long enough to pant out “anything.”

It’s a stupid thing to say. If you were thinking straighter you might have realised. But as it stands, you’re too desperate to get him inside of you.

“Stop talking to him.” He’s serious, eyes hard as his fingers slow to a stop. “Don’t talk to him ever again.”

You draw his name out in a long, needy whine. “That’s not fair— ah~”

He curls his fingers inside you once more, a single coaxing motion that sends sparks through your body. It’s hard to deny him anything while he’s making you feel so good.

“Promise. Swear it.” He punctuates each command with another slow crook of his fingers. “Tell me you’ll never speak to him again.”

“Fine!” It’s more of a gasp than a word. “I won’t, I swear! Never again! Just fuck me~”

You don’t even notice him spreading the lube on his cock, you just feel the thick head of it pressed against your hole. You wait for him to push into you, but he doesn’t.

“Who do you belong to?” His voice is firm, almost desperate.

Your eyes catch on his hard stare and you know the answer. Whether you want it to be true or not, you know the answer. “You.”

“Fuck, good…” He groans out the praise as his cock eases into you.

He’s slow, working each inch into you with gentle rocks of his hips. Your toes curl as the head of his cock brushes past each sensitive spot inside of you. It’s worth it. No matter how intense he is, he makes it all worth it when he fucks you like this.

His hips press flush against yours, fingers digging into your waist as he leaves marks along your neck. He takes just a moment to relish being inside you again. To enjoy how tight you are around him. Just for a moment…

He’s relentless. His hips snap into yours, fucking you hard and fast. His lips are back on yours, tongue in your mouth as he swallows your moans. You can hear the vanity creaking under you with every thrust.

“Mine… all mine… forever…” He growls possessively against your lips.

You can do nothing but moan out some incoherent agreements, legs tightening around him as you press your hips into each thrust. He praises you, claims you, teases you. Whenever his hips slow down, you whine and move your hips faster to compensate.

The coil tightens in your stomach as he fucks you senseless. You whimper out a little warning, wondering if he’ll tease you more or let you cum.

You can feel his grin against your skin as he kisses just under your jaw. “Scream my name. Let everyone know who makes you cum like this. Let everyone know who you belong to.”

“Jean~ Oh fuck, Jean!”

You cry out his name, back arching as he fucks you through your orgasm. His teeth dig into your neck and with a low moan he fills you. He grinds into you as he cums inside of you, whispering praise against your skin.

Your forehead rests against his shoulder, shivering through the aftershocks of your orgasm. He holds you, letting his softening cock slip out of you as he rubs your back.

“You’re mine,” he breathes, arms tight around you. “Never forget that.”

#swwsdj #something's wrong with sunny day jack #sdj jean #jean laurent x reader #gn!reader #sunshine #dark side of the sun #crosspost

[whimsyprinx]

Netflix I’m begging y’all to stop making edgy versions of stuff please

#rambles #look I know winx already isn’t the best #but god y’all made it worse than it was before from what I’ve seen n heard #stop it #get yalls grabby hands away from things

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ʚ pregnancy series | talking about having a baby

pairing: idol lee sangyeon x female reader summary: Sangyeon couldn't think of a better person to experience this with. And you're just so happy to be with him and to finally be a parent beside him. It’s going to be amazing! words: 0.8k warnings: just some slight reference to sex, i guess a/n: i’m planning on making a series of short drabbles on this topic. what do yall think? pls, any complains or tips or ideas, just know you can hit my askbox whenever you want! thanks! i hope you enjoy it  ♡

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“Are you thinking about children yet?” Sangyeon's sister's voice startled you, breaking you from your daydream.

You’ve been spending the weekend with your husband’s family, a trip to Jeju with his parents, sister, brother in law and his nephews. This kind of gathering got a bit rare since his nephews grew a bit older and were too busy with school and preteen stuff. So the good weather and the free time spent together like this seemed like heaven to all of you.

You and Sangyeon, on the other hand, were too busy living the best life a married couple could live after his dischargement. A slow down went on his career since the news of his enlistment and since he came back from service, real life of a common citizen was his priority, while waiting for his fellow members from The Boyz to come back from their responsibilities too. Everything was alright, really. 

The smile playing at your lips transformed in an ‘o’ shaped form, caught off guard by the sudden question.

“You know, we all thought that you’d be pregnant by now, it seems like both you and Sangyeon just can never keep your hands off each other!” she elaborates bluntelly, chuckling at the way your ears and cheeks get blushy by her comments.

You smile, knowing she wasn’t exactly wrong. Sangyeon was really touchy when it came to you, always having at least an arm around you or a hand on your waist. He couldn't help but pull you into his lap and kiss you whenever he got the chance to. You’re not much far behind him, since you’re always hugging him, kissing his cheek and getting handsy even if you don’t realize it. And it only got worse since you married some months ago. 

The new life, the acceptance of the fans, the privacy of a new home to your own, gave both of you the stamina and the elation of teenagers in their first relationship.

“Well, I mean obviously we’d love to have a baby, he loves children so much” you say smiling, looking over to Sangyeon, who played with his nephews in the garden, a few meters away from the table you sat with your sister in law. “I just don’t know if we are ready for all the things that come with it, I guess. I mean, Sangyeon is a public person and we gotta be a bit careful sometimes.” your brows furred a bit earning a sympathetic look from the woman who listened to you mindfully.

“Plus, we just haven’t had the time to plan for a baby yet.” you continued, shrugging your shoulders a little before glancing at Sangyeon again, who was busy building a makeshift goalpost to play with the boys. “But maybe planning for a baby right now could be a good thing.”

“He’d be a great dad,” she answers proudly, seeing the way your eyes lit up as you watched her brother run around with her kids.

Later that night, you finally went back home craving cuddles from your sweet husband. So you laid in bed while waiting for him, who moved around the room seeming too deep in his own thoughts.

“What’s on your mind, Yeon?”

He paused in place after removing his shirt. You reprime a smirk at the view of his toned body.

“Just been thinking about something mom said to me today.”

“And what could that be to bother you so much?” you laughed a little, shaking your head, making grabby hands to hurry him up to go cuddle you.

Sangyeon grinned, “She said that it has been sometime since we had a little baby around, that she misses it… Like, the boys are all grown up now and that maybe my sister already closed off the fabric, if you know what I mean…” he ended with a soft murmur.

It seems the talk about you and Sangyeon having a baby ran around the family, you think. It doesn’t bother you though. It just gives some kind of assurance, to be honest.

“So, that’s her way to tell you that she wants another grandchildren?” you chuckle.

He nodded almost shyly as he pulled on the covers and crawled up the bed until his body hovered above yours carefully to not crush with his weight. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you leaned up to brush your lips against his while whispering “I would love to have a baby with you, Sangyeon!”

“Would you?” he nudged his nose against yours, humming contently.

“Yeah,” you confirmed with a soft smile, pecking him gently.

“Maybe we could have babies, you know? More than one, so they can make company with each other” he laughs, wiggling his eyebrows at you.

“Oh my god, will you sush? We barely agreed to having a baby, you already want more?” you deadpanned, shaking your head at him fondly as you stiffed out a laugh.

Sangyeon shifts above you, pulling back a little as a smirk grows on his face. One of his hands went down to your thigh to soft lift up your t-shirt (his t-shirt) as he gently rocked his hips against yours on purpose, making you whine while throwing your head back against the pillow.

“Well, we can’t say we won’t enjoy the process, can we?”

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I'm sorry for adding on to your pile of requests but I just wanted some family fluff with sbi where all of the siblings are having fun on a road trip or vacation

I don't know if that's specific enough for you if you want a little more detail maybe they're just being really dumb and making stupid videos with each other because that's something my sister and I do a lot

(A/N): I hope you don’t mind that I added Kristin and Tubbo (BASED ON THE CHARACTERS, NOT ACTUAL PEOPLE). Real life AU btw (no covid tho)

Okokok so this is deadass something Philza and Kristin is both dreading and looking forward to

1. They love spending time with their family especially now since yall are getting older and don’t spend as much time together anymore/getting ready to fly the coop

2. Have you met the SBI fam? Chaos incarnated.

After packing, yall set out on your trip to the hotel yall rented for a week or so (about an eight hour drive away from the house)

You and your twin Tommy 100% smuggle Tubbo underneath all of the luggage and a blanket

You’ll just ask them for forgiveness when you’re about halfway through

It’s easier to ask for forgiveness than permission 

Wilbur and Technoblade catching you hiding the stowaway and blackmailing you both into doing their chores for a few week 

Seating: Phil and Kristin in the front, Tech and Wil in the middle, You and Tommy in the back, and Tubbo in the trunk (it’s a mom van)

Before getting too far into the trip, a gas station is raided for snacks and drinks

Philza raising a brow at the amount of food you and Tommy get 

Philza’s eyes were torn off from the refrigerator in front of him by his wife lightly nudging him. Looking at her in question, she raised her eyebrows and pointed at their youngest kids. It looked like they were just looking at the Monster drinks, so why- oh god the last thing he needed was two already hyper teenagers hopped up on Monster trapped in a car for eight hours. Before he could go over there to stop them, Kristin grabbed his arm. 

“They’re up to something. Listen to what they’re saying.”

He strained his ears to hear what you both are whispering to each other. “...e like this flavor?”

Tommy shrugged, “I dunno. I’ll text him.”

As Tommy texted someone, Phil looked back at his wife. She wore a similar wary expression as they both stared at each other. He nodded in confirmation, “definitely. How do you reckon we confront them?”

He watched as his wife thought for a moment before she sighed and looked at him with a hint of excitement in her eyes, “let’s wait to see. It might be a pleasant surprise.” 

“What? Are you mad?” He eyed his youngest gremlins once more. It seemed that they finally decided on a flavor and are now moving on to the snack portion. He looked back at his wife and felt his heart skip a beat at the small grin on her face. “...fine. Let’s just see what they’re doing after they do it.” Oh, the things he does for love.

He kept a very close eye on you two after that 

You both are on your phones for longer than usual

Texting Tubbo so that he wasn’t lonely 

Tubbo has fun with hiding too, never being bored at all

The only thing that he (and you and Tommy) struggled with was holding in his laughter

You jumped as you felt someone gently slap your shoulder. Turning around, you saw Tubbo’s hand peeking over the backs of the seats. You glanced at your parents in the front seats, they were deep in conversation. Good. You saw Tommy stifle a laugh and pull out his phone to record. 

Tubbo made grabby hands at something but you didn’t know what he wanted, so you decided to mess with him a bit. Smirking, you put your earbuds in his hand. It snaked back underneath the blanket before he threw it back at you and did more intense grabby hands. You put your metal water bottle in his hand. He did the same thing before he threw it back at you. It collided with your forehead with a loud bong sounding throughout the car. Tommy started to laugh loudly and ended the video. You followed suit in the laughter as Tubbo’s hand froze midair and quickly slinked back into his lair.

All noise in the car came to a halt as they all looked behind them (well, Phil glanced through the rearview mirror suspiciously) to see you and Tommy laughing your asses off with you holding your forehead. Through blurred vision, you could see Kristin looking at you with worry and Techno and Wilbur looking confused and mildly annoyed.

“(Y/n) honey are you alright? What happened?” You opened your mouth to respond, but only wheezes came out making you laugh harder. You could hear Tubbo silently cackling to himself in the back, the blanket shaking slightly. Without being able to speak, you only nodded your head and gave her a thumbs up. 

Tommy sent the video into the siblings' group chat and you could see over Wilbur’s shoulder as he watched it before starting to cackle and save the video to his phone. Even Techno got a good chuckle out and saved it to his phone making Phil and Kristin even more suspicious. Well, Kristin was just excited for what you two (four? Was Techno and Wilbur in on it as well?) had planned. Phil could just imagine the chaotic things you had planned. And he did not like what came to his mind.

When the rest stop came eventually (about three hours into the trip), you all left the car to stretch your legs and take care of business

Taking separate ways to walk in pairs (same person they sat next to in the car)

You and Tommy wait until Phil and Kristin leave before getting Tubbo out of the trunk

You three vibe walking along the winding sidewalks for a bit before you come back to the car and get Tubbo back into the trunk

You, however, forgot to use the bathroom so you leave Tommy and Tubbo in the car 

“Fuck, I forgot to use the bathroom. I’ll be right back.”

“Be quick, I’m not fuckin telling em if we forget you.”

“Pfft, they won’t forget me. Stop joking around.”

With that, you left the car and made a beeline to the bathroom. After that, you went back to the car. Well, where the car was supposed to be. There was no sight of a van anywhere in the parking lot. That asshole, he just let them drive off? He and Tubbo’s probably giggling to themselves in the backseat like school girls. You were only gone for like eight minutes. 

Sighing, you walked over to a nearby bench and sat down, pulling up Techno’s contact and calling him. 

He picked up after a few rings. The second you heard the dial tone stop, you spoke to him, “check the backseat.”

“What? You’re taking a nap, why’re you calling me I’m literally right in front of you.”

“Just fuckin check, Tech.”

In the background, you could hear Tommy snickering to himself. You heard some rustling before Techno started laughing, “Dad, we left (y/n) at the rest stop.”

“YEAH YA FUCKIN DID!” 

You could hear loud laughter from your brothers and muffled cursing from Phil. You heard Kristin tell Techno to hand her the phone. 

“We’re so sorry, we’re turning around right now. We’ll be there in about five minutes. Stay in one place and don’t talk to strangers.”

“I dunno Mom, that trucker looks really friendly. Might do some hitch hiking with him.”

You ended up befriending an old lady when she sat next to you on the bench with her husband. She even gave you some butterscotch and those strawberry hard candies that all older people somehow have but you can never find in stores. Her husband was telling you stories about his younger days when you saw the familiar van pull into the parking lot. Waving goodbye, you thanked them and hopped back into the car. 

After profuse apologizing from your family and scolding Tommy for tricking them, you were on the road again. You glared at Tommy with a small smile on your face, “you fuckin prick. Did you seriously make it look like I was sleeping under a blanket?”

“Yeah, I told you that I wouldn’t tell them if we forgot you.”

“You fuckin dick,” you grabbed a few butterscotches and strawberry candies and handed some to Tubbo after ensuring your parents weren’t looking. He took them gratefully and quickly. You heard him whisper a ‘thank you’ and opened them with plastic crinkling. 

“Wha- are those butterscotches? Gimme some.” He was about to snatch them out of your hands before you moved away from him. “No, you left me at the rest stop. You don’t get any. Do you guys want some? I’ve got butterscotches and strawberry candies.”

After you handed them out to your family, Phil looked at you confused in the rearview mirror, “(y/n), where’d you get these?”

“Oh, I just made some friends with an old couple while I was waiting.”

“You what? What if they kidnapped you?”

“Naw they couldn’t’ve. Ethel has hip problems and Charles was in a wheelchair. They were chill anyway.”

“...Just- just don’t do that again.” “Well don’t forget me again at a rest stop three hours away from home and you got yourself a deal.” 

After a while the family was chill again and everything was back to normal

It was getting closer and closer to when Tubbo would make his reveal

You three agreed that Tubbo would just wait for the perfect time 

That time came about three hours later when Phil and Kristin was asking everybody where they should stop for food

“So kids, we have three options: McDonalds, Wendy’s, and Arby’s. What do you want?”

“Wendy’s is obviously the superior choice.” Tommy proclaimed and you nodded in agreement. You leaned back and whispered to Tubbo, “now would be a great time.” You pulled out your phone to discreetly record the front seat. 

“No it isn’t. Arby’s is you heathens.” Wilbur chimed in, glancing at his twin for back up. Techno shrugged, “I’m fine with anything as long as it’s edible.”

“I’m more of a fan of Wendy’s myself!” Tubbo’s muffled voice chimed in from his makeshift hut in the trunk. You snickered as Kristin whipped her head around to look at the back seat and Phil’s eyes snapping up to look at you through the rearview mirror. 

“...Tubbo?”

“Hi Mrs. Tommy and (y/n)’s mum!” You flipped the camera around just in time to catch Tubbo poking his head out of the blanket and grin sheepishly at them. You panned over to Tommy’s ruby red face as he was holding in his laughter before flipping it back to the front. 

“You absolute gremlins, this is what you’ve been hiding?” Phil scolded you and Tommy, his knuckles whitening from gripping the steering wheel. You could see his shoulders bouncing slightly with a slight strain in his voice from holding in chuckles. 

“Honey, have you been in the trunk this entire time?” 

“Yeah, but it’s quite comfy back here! Tommy and (y/n) gave me pillows and some snacks. Got some stretching done at the rest stop.”

“You’ve been back there for six hours?” Phil’s incredulous voice asked. 

“Yep! Don’t worry, I had a lot of room. Anyways, my vote goes to Wendy’s.”

The car was quiet before Kristin started to laugh, “Wendy’s it is. See Phil, I told you it was gonna be a pleasant surprise!”

Tubbo sat between you and Tommy in the backseat for the rest of the trip 

Techno and Wilbur saying that they knew Tubbo was back there but left out the blackmail part

There was no way they’d risk losing their little siblings doing their chores for them for a few weeks

At the hotel, the rooming was the same as the seating in the car

You, Tommy, and Tubbo having the time of your lives alone in your hotel room

Jumping on the beds, checking for hidden cameras and double sided mirrors (well, that doesn’t sound fun, but you had fun doing it), truth or dare, racing each other down the halls at night time, the works

B L A N K E T  F O R T S (but always cleaning up the hotel room in the mornings bc yall are respectful to the staff)

Getting plenty of videos of you guys ding dong ditching Techno and Wilbur’s room

Them getting tired of it so they tell Dadza and Momza and they tell you to stop : (

Walking around aimlessly around the hotel hallways with Wilbur and Techno

Going up and down elevators aimlessly 

Pulling an all nighter with Tommy and Tubbo on the last day

Philosophical late night talks when yall hardly know what you’re saying anymore (and becoming closer than ever before)

“Tommy, Tubbo?” You three were currently sitting on the balcony chairs looking out at the empty parking lot and the occasional cars driving by. It was about three in the morning and you guys were determined to stay up all night. “If you think about it, a hotdog is puréed meat in an intestine casing. When we eat the hotdogs, we turn it back into puréed meat. It eventually goes through your intestines which makes you the hotdog for a solid couple of hours.”

“...What the fuck, (y/n).”

“No no, they’ve got a point. Don’t you understand, Tommy? We are hotdogs.”

“...I’m starting to think you guys need sleep. Speakin nonsense.”

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“Do you two reckon we’re alone in the universe?”

“What do you mean, Tubbo?” You glanced at the male next to you and raised an eyebrow. He was looking up at the stars with furrowed brows. 

“Like, do you guys think there’s life out there. Looking down at us right now wondering the same thing.” 

You hummed and looked up at the stars. They were twinkling down at you with the occasional shooting star blazing by. Red lights from far off satellites being the only visible sign of humans in the dark expanse of space. “I think so. I mean, nobody knows how big the universe is. You never really know.”

“Honestly I don’t know what’s scarier, being the only lifeforms and being completely alone or having things out there that we don’t know about.” 

You sling an arm over your twin’s shoulders, “that doesn’t matter. As long as we have each other, we’ll never be alone. We’ll face whatever the universe has in store for us together.”

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“I don’t know, I just hate it when people only see me as the loud annoying one. It really gets to me sometimes and I don’t know what I should do about it. Fuck, even Wil and Tech see me like that.”

“Toms, fuck them. They don’t know you like we do. You’re caring, ambitious, and brave.” 

“Yeah, don’t listen to what they say. We’ll prove them wrong when we form our own nation one day.”

Tommy’s sullen expression slowly melted into a smile, “yeah, I’d like that. You’d be the president.”

Tubbo grinned back at Tommy, “and you’ll be my trusty vice president and (y/n)’ll be our Secretary of State. We’ll rule together.”

“Our nation would be a place for people to escape tyranny and injustice. Somewhere where men could live free, you two would be amazing leaders.”

“What do we call it though is the question,” Tubbo hummed in thought.

“How about ‘Manberg’?”

You looked at your twin with half lidded, exhausted eyes, “I like it, but it needs more… pizazz. How about L’manberg?”

You watched as he smiled widely at the stars, “it’s perfect.”

Watching the sunrise together on the balcony wrapped in blankets

Sleeping on the rest of the way back home

Best sleep of your life

When you wake up (about an hour or so away from home), you see that there’s blankets over you three and you had your head on Tubbo’s shoulder, Tubbo had his leaned up against the seat behind him, and Tommy’s cheek was squished against the window

You stretch out your limbs a bit trying not to disturb the two beside you

Checking your phone to see pictures of you three sleeping sent into the family group chat with Kristin replying with a bunch of heart emojis

You send the videos and pictures you took along the way of you, Tommy, and Tubbo doing stupid things in the hotel room and in the car

If you looked in the middle row, you could see Wilbur watching the scenery pass by out the window with his earbuds in

Techno is reading one of his books (you have no idea how he doesn’t get car sick)

Phil and Kristin are talking lowly to each other holding hands on the center counsel 

Soft radio music is playing in the background

Life is good

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Sitting on Karasuno’s Lap

Karasuno(sep) x reader

warning(s): reader insecurity about size, v slight timeskip spoilers Kageyama being grumpy and stupid and some grammar issues prolly 😬 i think that’s about it but lemme know if you think I need to add anything else!

a/n: got a request for reader being apprehensive about sitting on the boys from karasuno’s lap cause of their size so this is what that is! I hope this comforts u anon ily :(

And lemme say this: all these boys would most definitely love to be smothered and cuddled under their s/o pls they quite literally live for it <3

characters: daichi, sugawara, asahi, tanaka, noya, tsukishima, yamaguchi, kageyama, hinata

Daichi

I really feel like Daichi’s the kind of guy who loves picking up his s/o when they hug

He always does the classic bear hug grip around your midsection and then before you know it he’s squatting a little and lifting you up - ur size does NOT matter, if he can get your feet off the ground even a little he’s cheesing big time

He just thinks it’s so cute when you squeal or laugh and smack his arms, and you always get a hearty laugh out of him after before he grabs your face - kind of aggressively - and is leaving silly slobbery kisses all over it :((((

So basically there’s no way you can escape his infamous hugs

BUT ANYWAYS

Because of this he’d also definitely love for you to sit on his lap too!

And because he’s always lifting you when you least expect it, when you mention why you’d rather not sit on his lap he’d respect your answer and reassure you it’s not a problem,,,, while also kind of being >:( and passive aggressively explain why you most definitely wouldn’t crush him

Now next time he comes home to you, not only is he lifting you, but he’s carrying you to your bedroom to cuddle, and then maybe you’ll sigh and give in to sitting on his lap <3

Suga

He’s generally more of a lay down cuddly or holding hands in public kinda guy

But there was something about sitting down on the couch after work and seeing you come out of the kitchen with a big smile on your face that just made his heart melt and shoot his arms out with grabby hands

Of course you oblige and sit next to him and start playing with his hands, waiting for him to talk about his day, but then he’s looking at you like :( and tugging at the hem of your shirt

“No, I want to cuddle.”

When you look at him confused he groans and tugs you onto his lap with his face buried into your neck, and almost instantly you can feel him relaxing into the couch

As soon as you think he’s relaxed enough, you go to move off him, anxious you’ve been sitting on his lap too long, but when you go to move he grabs on tighter and looks up at you like 🥺

You realize that maybe he’s just fine when he pulls you father into him - if that’s even possible - and starts to drool cause he’s passed out from being so comfy <3

Asahi

It’s pretty common for Asahi to come home from a long day at work and then rest his head on your thighs while you play with his hair and let him talk about your day

It’s something he looks forward to when he’s driving home :(

Being held and comforted by your s/o is absolute heaven to him, so when you walk through the door with a big sigh while you’re rolling your shoulders, his first thought is to return the favor !

The two of you are standing in your living room now with your head in his chest while he’s rubbing your back, periodically kissing the top of your head

“Wanna sit down angel?”

When you agreed you didn’t know that meant sitting on the couch with you straddling his lap, his hand still holding your head in his chest

But before you can protest and squirm away he’s kissing you and humming while he’s still rubbing your back and soothing you :(((

This baby wouldn’t even give you a second to think about your insecurities:(

Tanaka

He’s gonna assume somebody’s said something about you almost immediately

Cause he just can’t grasp that you yourself have decided you’re too big for him

He just kind of looks at you like 🧍🏻🤨 uhhhh sit tf down I’d like you to cuddle me please 🤨?

“Tanaka, I’ll crush you.”

“Yeah, that’s kind of the point babe! Smother me ☺️❣️” really does not get the message here

Once you explicitly tell him you think you’re just too big to sit on his lap he kind of freaks

Like full on grabbing your face and shaking his head trying to do anything to convince you, you most definitely are not too big to sit on his lap

Once he convinces you he’s kissing you everywhere until you giggle cause he hates seeing his baby upset :(

Noya

I’m so sorry but at first he doesn’t even comprehend it’s an insecurity you have and thinks you’re nervous about it because of his size

“Wow, never heard ‘tiny but mighty’ babe?”

Like noya baby pls, this ain’t about you 😭

Is quite literally begging you to sit on his lap at home until you get frustrated and tell him you’re worried you’ll “crush” him because of your size - not his

He’d be kind of caught off guard at first but within seconds he’s reassuring you that’s not something you need to be worried about at all, not with him

Very similar to Yamaguchi he’s gonna convince you to give in and then absolutely smother you with affection afterwards

He’s now made it his goal to change your mindset about your size and add some more positive connotation - baby boy loves you :(

Tsuki

Will not take no for an answer either 😭

AT FIRST HE TAKES IT PERSONAL NGL

LIke he’s sitting there looking at you thinking you’re commenting on his body type like “what, you think I’m built like a string bean so I can’t handle you sitting on my lap 😐.”

AGAIN, this isn’t about you babes

So once you explain to him that no, it’s not about him it’s about you, he just:

“That’s stupid.” LIKE he’s very upset that you feel that way and doesn’t know how to express to you that you aren’t gonna crush him so the only way he knows how to tell you that is that you’re stupid for thinking that way 😭

He’d try to be physically reassuring afterward though

Kissing your forehead and telling you how it makes him sad you think that way, and why don’t you just sit on his lap so he can prove that’s not the case

You’re upset and uncomfortable at first, not really being able to relax, but after some lovin from tsuki and distraction you relax into him and bit and get comfy

He definitely makes it a regular thing so you can feel more comfortable with him :(

Yamaguchi

One of the most reassuring for sure!

The moment he felt your unease or a hint of apprehensiveness at the idea of sitting on his lap he’s investigating

Holding your face in his hands and asking you what’s wrong like 🥺

When you tell him you’re insecure about being too heavy to sit on his lap he’s definitely heartbroken, but knows this isn’t about him

So he’s quickly leaving really light kisses on your cheeks and hands promising you that’s not the case whatsoever all while he’s slowly coaxing you onto his lap

Once he’s gotten you to actually do it he’s all smiley and blushing - he’s smiling so big you can actually feel it when he’s kissing you

“Mmmmm, wanna nap?”

Just overall very affirming and attentive to your feelings :(

Kageyama

If you acted any bit shy or insecure about sitting on his lap he’d be ~so so confused

He’d be home from a long day of practice and flop down on the couch and all he wants is to be smothered by his baby 😭

He’s grumpy and just kind of grunts when you sit down next to him to talk about your day and ask about his and he just kinda reaches out to you and starts grabbing at your hips and you’re like 😳 uh yes?

You wouldn’t be budging and he’d get this pout and be all “sit on my lap 😡 I wanna cuddle”

Him asking for affection so bold like this isn’t always common for him so you don’t wanna say no BUT you’re also insecure about being too heavy so you just kinda pull him towards you and shake your head

“Why don’t you lay on me instead? I’ll play with your hair hmm?”

He’d just kind of look at you like ..... but I want you to lay on me and I can play with your hair

LMAO AND NOW YALL ARE JUST LOOKING AND KIND OF GENTLY TUGGING AT EACH OTHER LIKE 😕

But unsurprisingly the 6’2 beefy professional volleyball player is stronger than you so he just stands up and PICKS you up instead and then carries you to the bedroom where he flops down with you laying on him

At first you’re kind of frustrated and insecure cause you didn’t tell him why you were avoiding it cause you didn’t want to bring it up but then you hear Kageyama sigh and start rubbing your back from his spot underneath you and you soon realize this mf just passed out

Surely if he’s ok with you LAYING on him maybe sitting on his lap next time won’t be so awful

Hinata

Another confused baby but actually realizes somethings wrong 😭

Y’all are having a simple movie night with some pals all cuddled up on the couch and he notices there’s not too much room there, unless you sit on his lap of course, which he obviously likes the idea of

The movies playing so he tugs on your shirt a little to get your attention and whispers to you about sitting on his lap

But instead of happily hopping on like he imagined, you look away and shake your head, mumbling something about paying attention to the movie

There’s people over so he knows now isn’t the right time to pry, but he can also tell when you’re even the tiniest bit upset so he’s not gonna forget to mention something to you later tonight

You two would be getting into bed that night when he’d bring it up

“Hey, did something happen today?”

You’d tell him no but unfortunately for you he doesn’t stop asking different kinds of questions until he gets you to talk about it

When you mention that you’re insecure about being too heavy for those kinds of affection he would get so so sad, like looking at you like this ☹️ nearly tearing up

Cause he just sees it as him not doing his job as your s/o to make you comfortable and happy with him - even if that’s not actually the case

He won’t stop asking always for you to cuddle him like that but he won’t pester if you say no - you will see him get a lil pouty though

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I hope you guys enjoyed!!

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#daichi x reader #sugawara x reader #asahi x reader #tanaka x reader #nishinoya x reader #tsukishima x reader #yamaguchi x reader #kageyama x reader #hinata x reader #daichi hcs #sugawara hcs #asahi hcs #tanaka hcs #nishinoya hcs #tsukishima headcanons #yamaguchi hcs #kageyama hcs #hinata hcs #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu x reader #this was written in mind w a chubby reader but I know anyone can be insecure about their size so I chose not to specify #if that makes sense #anyways #I hope you guys enjoy :( #and I really hope you found this comforting anon! #I don’t think I did a very good job with this one tbh but it’s ok <3

[raventreehouse]

Kissing headcannons Omori cast

Sunny

I will tell you now that kisses from him are very rare

He doesn’t mind getting kisses from you as long as they’re little kisses on his head or cheek

He doesn’t like lip contact a lot

When you two do kiss each other on the lips then they’re usually real quick out of excitement from him

If you in private practically attack him with kisses he will try to cat paw you away

He loves them tho, give it to him please

he I begs you :)

He likes getting attention since he is incredibly touch starved

So give him lil head kisses

As for him kissing you he likes to kiss you on the cheek most

Very accessible and easy to remind you how much he cares about you 

Aka the things he has trouble saying

Kel

So. Many. Kisses

Everywhere

He likes to give you a lot of affection so like if you’re in the proximity of him

Be prepared

He will attack you with kisses everywhere on your face

He likes kissing you on your forehead the most as he has both of your squishy cheeks (Not those yall nasties) in his hands

As for you kissing him?

Stay away

He acts like he hates them, but he just gets really flustered when you do the same to him as he does to you

Keep doing it though

He enjoys it. a . lot

Please kiss him on the nose, he loves those

Also kisses on the lips are always quick and full of excitement, cause this boy can’t sit stiiiill

Hero

He really likes kisses

But please do them in private

His heart almost can’t take it there so imagine it being in public

He’s very shy with this kind of affection so it’s usually you who has to do the kisses

He really likes to be kissed on the chin

He is tall so it’s pretty easily accessible 

If you’re tall too,,, then just do the same even though it’s harder to get to

He really likes kissing you on your forehead hoping it will give you as much comfort as it does for him

As in kissing on the lips it’s usually shy, but when initiated it’s very slow and passionate cause he wants you to know he really loves you 

Gives a little satisfied sparkle smile at you after

Suddenly he’s confident guys

And does as if he had been the whole time

Truely  

Aubrey 

“Kisses ew fuck off”

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going?”

She really likes kisses, she sometimes does as if she doesn’t, buuuut yeah that resistance doesn’t hold up long

(She has that tough girl act to keep up in public, and she only does this in public. In private she snuggles up to you when you kiss her in any way)

She really like getting kissed in anywhere cause she is super fucking touch starved

But who fucking ISN’T IN THIS GAME

AnyWAYS 

She loves it the most when you kiss her in that area between the brows, it’s nice

Also really really likes pecks on the lips

She turns bright red when that is done

Do. It. Again.

As for her kissing you, she actually surprisingly does it a lot

She likes to show people you are hers

It just catches her off guard when you do the same to her okay?

She likes to kiss you on the cheek, lips and neck the most

You can pry her neck kisses out of her cold dead hands fucker

Kisses on the lips are either slow and passionate, (in private), or hard and fast (In public)

Have fun loves with this aggressive lil shit :D

Basil

Omg PLEAAASE

He does not completely know if it’s okay for him to kiss you

So the first time you give him a peck against his temple

He stopped working for a good,,, minute

After that you decide to be a good S/O so you of course start kissing him a bunch

They make him feel very safe, knowing that you’re there for him

He tries his best to give them back too!

He likes it the most when he is kissed on the cheek, forehead and nose!

And he likes to kiss you the most on the jaw and peck your lips!

He will always blush when getting them

Or giving them

Always blushing this pure boi

He sometimes does grabby hands when he wants kisses or affection in general

It’s adorable

As for kisses on the lips they don’t happen very often since he likes pecks a lot more

But if you guys do kiss, then it’s usually slow and unsure cause he is not the best as it

He tries his best for you

So please compliment afterwards

It will make his week

Mari

Ohhhh there are so many things I wanna say about this girl

But I have no idea where to start

Alright let’s start with the obvious

SHE LOVES THEM

She loves giving them, receiving them, just…. GIVE HER

She will pepper your face in kisses don’t test HER

If you’re easily flustered by kisses then I hope you’re ready to tease you a bit in public AND A LOT IN PRIVATE

If you’re okay with it of course

Otherwise she’ll lay of them

But if you like them a lot then you got a lot coming

She likes to kiss you the most (everywhere) on your nose, cheek and lips

She likes getting them mostly on her lips, cheek and jaw

Also she always giggles if you give her any type of kisses

It’s really cute

Because the giggles can turn in to full blown laughter if you pepper her face

Kisses on the lips are usually quick pecks full of love or long ones where you stand close and hold each other close

If you give her kisses while she’s trying to play she’ll once get you back for teasing her while she is trying to focus

Nothing too bad

Maybe just a tickle punishment :D

How yall enjoyed~ simps

#omori #omori sunny #omori kel #omori hero #omori aubrey #omori basil #omori mari #sunny x reader #kel x reader #hero x reader #aubrey x reader #basil x reader #mari x reader #omori imagines

[wherethewordsare]

What is Mine: Jay’s 400 Follower Celebration Bingo

Mind the tags on this one, yall. It gets Very Spicy

“Geralt! Geralt, help!” Jaskier came sliding between a group of patrons and slid right in Geralt’s lap without a second of hesitation. 

“What the fuck are you-” Geralt growled but then Jaskier was wrapping his arms around his neck and leaning in to whisper in his ear.

“Listen, I’m sorry but there is this man at the bar who is well past reasonably drunk and is not taking no. Just this once, Geralt, please,” Jaskier pleaded before burying his face into Geralt’s neck. 

There was something in the tone of Jaskier’s ‘please’ that set Geralt’s teeth on edge and before he knew what he was doing, he wrapped both arms around the bard’s middle and pulled him tighter against his chest. Really he should have thought more about why there was always this instinctive need to protect Jaskier when he got into these situations, but Geralt had decided long ago that he couldn’t afford to. 

“There you are, gorgeous,” a man had pushed his way through the crowd, his words slurred and his eyes unfocused. He didn’t seem to even notice the way Jaskier was tucked against Geralt. Anyone else would have thought they were involved but that thought didn’t seem to even register with the drunk. 

“Fuck off,” Geralt said flattly as Jaskier shifted in his lap. He had to grit his teeth to fight down just how good that had felt. This was very much not the time. 

“Listen, I think there’s enough here to go around, don’t you?” The man leered, swaying dangerously close. “You could pay just about any whore-”

“Husband,” Geralt spat. He rearranged Jaskier with a hand under his thigh, ignoring how it made Jaskier’s breath hitch against his neck, as he pulled a dagger from his hip, sticking it into the table and glaring at the man. “As much of a showy flirt as the bard might be, he’s not a whore. He’s my husband.” 

Jaskier for his part snorted into Geralt’s armor but pulled up to look at the man with a smug grin. “I told you I was taken. Did I mention I was married? To a witcher? The White Wolf actually,” he sighed dreamily as he looked at Geralt, his eyes convincingly soft. “Gorgeous thing, I don’t know how I got so lucky.” 

“You said you were taken, not married,” the drunk grumbled. He was getting agitated now but still too stupid to take the hint that given to him. 

Geralt growled again, making Jaskier jump slightly as he tightened his grip around Jaskier’s waist. “I said. The. Bard. Is. Mine.” he spat out each word, slowly reaching for the dagger. 

Warm hands cupped his face and his eyes tore away from the man hovering over their table back to Jaskier, his own eyes blown wide and his tongue darting over his bottom lip. 

“Dear heart, don’t cause a scene,” he said softly. Geralt should have seen it coming, and maybe he did but he didn’t do anything to stop it. He may have even leaned in like he was being pulled by the gravitational force that was simply Jaskier.

The first brush of lips was the last bit of hesitation he had left in him before his fingers dug firmly into Jaskier’s thigh. It wasn’t a kiss so much as a desperate clash and the growl that he had just leveled at the drunk turned into something closer to a contented purr as Jaskier pushed closer into his space. Geralt could get used to that taste, clove and wine and home. A hand slid into his hair and tugged gently and finally he broke away, panting slightly. 

“I…” Jaskier swallowed and it took everything in Geralt not to dip his head down and devour the column of his throat, “I think he’s gone,” he breathed. His cheeks were flushed and his eyes still held that same wanton look. 

Without thinking, Geralt leaned in again, the kiss far more chaste though he didn’t let up his grip. “Still okay?” He hummed as he let his mouth trace along Jaskier’s jaw, nipping gently. 

“Mm, maybe,” Jaskier gasped and squirmed in his lap when Geralt sank his teeth gently into the space right beneath his ear before lathing his tongue over it. “Ah! Geralt! Not here! I won’t,” Jaskier shivered and shifted again and it was all permission Geralt needed before he stood quickly, swiftly throwing Jaskier over his shoulder with a chuckle. 

Jaskier made an indignant noise as a firm hand came down against Geralt’s backside. “Brute!” but the laugh was unmistakable in his voice. Geralt looked across the bar and winked at the man who had pursued Jaskier into his lap earlier before giving his own firm swat. 

“Now you’re just showing off, witcher. Get me upstairs before I combust,” Jaskier groaned, speaking just low enough he knew Geralt could still hear him. 

It hadn’t been the first time Geralt had carried Jaskier like this, but usually he was passed out drunk and his grabby hands were far less intentional. It made navigating the stairs, let alone getting through the door a feat all of its own. Once safely in the room, Geralt set Jaskier down, letting the bard gain his feet before he pinned him to the door, lifting up easily to wrap his legs around Geralt. 

“What the fuck,” Jaskier moaned, his hips already rocking desperately into Geralt’s thigh. He slid his hands into Geralt’s hair and pulled him into another messy kiss, his body wreathing between his chest and the door. 

“If you don’t want-” Geralt started when he pulled away but he was cut off when Jaskier sank his teeth into his lip and whimpered. 

“I want! I want! Fuck, all I’ve been doing for fifteen years is wanting!” he huffed. His fingers began to fumble with the straps at Geralt’s shoulders and sides. “Fucking witcher, always in this… Fuck, Geralt. Off. Now,” He babbled, his mouth leaving a trail of bites down Geralt’s neck. 

“Pegged you for bossy,” Geralt chuckled, shifting Jaskier’s weight and carrying him to the bed. He dropped him easily smirking at the soft noise he made when he landed. Geralt removed his armor quickly before sliding to kneel between Jaskier’s spread thighs. 

“That better not be the only thing you do to me, or I swear to all the gods, it will be the last peace you ever know.” And with that, Jaskier tugged him down, crashing their lips together again as his back arched, pressing the line of his body to Geralt’s. Already he felt like he was on edge, the bulge of his erection pressed hot and solid into Geralt’s hip. 

Jaskier nipped at the corner of Geralt’s mouth before his hands pushed gently on his chest, breaking them apart again. It was nearly enough to drive Geralt insane. After all this time, he finally had the bard under him and he kept having to pull away. He would have pouted if he were a weaker man. 

“Mm, trousers. Off. Fuck. Need-” Jaskier licked his lips, his cheeks flushing a brilliant shade in the low light of their room. 

“Getting shy on me now, Jask?” Geralt hummed, his fingers already working open the laces of Jaskier’s pants before sliding in. He wrapped his fingers around Jaskier’s cock and gave it a slight squeeze before stroking slowly. Every noise and every squirm Jaskier made in reaction was a rush. Geralt buried his nose behind Jaskier’s ear, breathing in the smell of him, lustful and needy as he let his fingers slowly take him apart. 

Jaskier was babbling, a string of half words and Geralt’s name as his hips rocked up into his hand. Finally a hand gripped Geralt’s wrist, pulling him away gently. Jaskier was panting under him as he turned his head to press a messy kiss to Geralt’s cheek. 

“Please, Geralt. Need you to fuck me. You keep that up and I won’t last,” he pleaded. 

It was all the urging Geralt needed. He pulled away from Jaskier, smirking at the needy noises the bard made when he did. As he shimmied down the bed, he took Jaskier’s trousers with him before reaching over to his pack by the wall. 

Jaskier was sitting up then, nipping at Geralt’s shoulder as his hands wandered shamelessly over him. When a firm hand pressed against his own erection he nearly teetered forward. 

“Oh no you don’t,” Geralt chuckled as he came up with the oil he had been looking for. With one hand he gathered up Jaskier’s wrists and crowded him back down into the bed, pinning his wrists above him. Like this, Jaskier was spread out beneath him like nearly every salacious dream he had had for the past eight years alone. “Now be good,” he nearly growled. Jaskier only looked up with him with wide hungry eyes, nodding vigorously. When Geralt pulled away, Jaskier kept his wrists where they were but arched up towards Geralt bodily. 

He knelt between Jaskier’s thighs, drinking in every sound, every twitch, every inch he could, the air heavy with the scent of arousal and something warm and inviting he wanted to curl himself into and never come back out of again. It was intoxicating. 

He slicked his fingers before letting them slide in a fine line down Jaskier’s twitching cock, tracing a line down  between his legs before his fingers traced over the Jaskier’s rim, making him shiver and gasp. Geralt hummed, pleased as he began to work Jaskier open. 

Jaskier groaned, throwing an arm over his eyes as he sucked in a breath. “Should have known you’d be smug in bed,” he half laughed but the noise died in his throat when Geralt gave a small twist of his fingers, stretching them apart slightly. 

“Should have known you’d run your mouth,” Geralt pumped a third finger in slowly, letting Jaskier adjust. “And I believe I told you to leave your hands where they were. No hiding from me now, Jask.” He nearly pulled his hand away completely, making Jaskier whimper as he placed his arms back over his head, his wrists crossed where they had been when Geralt pinned them. 

“Happy?” Jaskier huffed, his cheeks a brilliant red. 

“Thrilled, good boy,” Geralt began to move his fingers again and it made Jaskier moan obscenely as his body nearly left the bed. “Oh, I’ll be using that to my advantage,” Geralt chuckled. He let his free hand trace patterns into Jaskier’s thigh, pressing slightly to have him spread a little wider. He found he enjoyed teasing the bard, but they were both reaching their limit. 

When he pulled his fingers away, Jaskier looked up at him, his eyes bright and his hair already a tostled mess. He looked nearly fucked out as it was and Geralt wasn’t even finished with him yet. He couldn’t get out of his own trousers fast enough, shoving them down around his knees before nearly dragging Jaskier to him by his hips. 

Staying where he was, Geralt pulled Jaskier up and back into his lap, the bard’s legs wrapping around him easily as Geralt maneuvered him. Jaskier rolled his hips, his cock dragging against Geralt’s skin. He swallowed Jaskier’s moans, his hand threading into his hair as they collided into a clumsy approximation of a kiss. It was more teeth and panting and groans than the meeting of lips and it left Geralt’s fingertips tingling. 

With one hand under Jaskier’s thigh, he lifted him slightly, easing him back down when Geralt lined his own cock head up with the tight heat of Jaskier’s entrance. It knocked the breath out of both of them as Jaskier seated himself as far down as he could. He leaned his forehead into Geralt’s shoulder, panting for a moment as he adjusted, his fingers tapping irregular rhythms along Geralt’s ribs. 

Geralt leaned in, letting his lis brush along Jaskier’s ear, murmuring. “You move when you’re ready, yeah?” He laughed when in response Jaskier only groaned and bit into his shoulder, his nails dragging along his sides. But there was a testing kind of shift to his hips. 

“That’s it. Just like that,” Geralt let his hands drift down to wrap around Jaskier’s hips, holding him securely but not moving him. 

After a few shaky breaths, Jaskier began to move, rocking into Geralt’s lap, his hands clinging to his shoulders tightly as he keened every time he bottomed out. There was a trail of precum smeared along Geralt’s abdomen that only provided a better slide as Jaskier moved against his lap. 

The world shrank down to just them, the way their bodies joined and the desperate half thrusts Jaskier gave as he fucked himself down into Geralt’s lap. Geralt dipped his head, biting a trail of marks into Jaskier’s neck, moaning with a particularly lush roll of Jaskier’s hips that left them both trembling with effort. 

“Fuck, Geralt, feels good. So… Ah!” He cried out when Geralt sank his teeth sharply into his shoulder, his own hips snapping up to meet Jaskier. He couldn’t hold back any more. He leaned them back his one hand gripping Jaskier around the middle as his other braced against the head board. It pushed Jaskier into a slight bend and Geralt set a steady but punishing pace. 

From under him, Jaskier grew louder, a litany of curses and Geralt’s name mixed with gloriously filthy promises that only spurred him on. “Geralt! Geralt! Geralt! Jaskier chanted, his hand sliding between them to wrap around his cock, jerking himself quickly. 

“Oh no, sweetheart, not like that,” Geralt all but purred. He reached down, and grabbed Jaskier’s wrist, then the other before pinning them above his head again. They were barely inches apart and Geralt widened his stance, snapping his hips sharply up, making sure to catch against the spot that made Jaskier light up like a winter solstice festival. He watched his face intently as Jaskier began to fall to pieces under him, his body trembling and his breath hitched and heavy. He looked up at Geralt with eyes blown wide with hunger and something warmer, almost burning. 

He smiled, leaning down to let his lips brush against Jaskier’s with a satisfied groan. “That’s it, Jask. Come for me, good boy.” He was rewarded with a sharp gasp as Jaskier’s eyes rolled back, his whole body quaking as he came, hot and hard between them, a cry that could have been Geralt’s name tearing from his throat, ragged and spent and perfect. It made him tighten around Geralt’s cock, pulling him over the edge just behind him. 

As he came, Geralt squeezed Jaskier’s wrists gently but leaned down to bite his shoulder, knowing full well the marks would be there for days. He dragged his tongue over the marks content in how they darkened Jaskier’s pale skin. 

He lifted up gently, careful not to jostle them and looked down at the mess that was Jaskier, his hair sticking up at odd angles where Geralt’s hands had been, his face flushed and his neck and shoulders covered in dark crescents the shape of Geralt’s teeth. It was a hazy kind of contentedness that filled his chest as he brushed his fingers along the fresh bruises, enjoying the shiver it enlisted. 

“Mine,” he whispered softly, tracing the last bite with his knuckles before leaning down to kiss Jaskier. 

“Yours,” he grinned into the kiss. Fingers came up and cradled Geralt’s face as they caught their breath. 

After cleaning up and chugging down every drop of water they had in their packs, Geralt tugged Jaskier into the bed again, still perfectly naked. They fell easily into a tangle of limbs as they settled for the evening. 

“Husband, huh?” Jaskier mused. He wasn’t looking at Geralt but Geralt could hear the grin in his voice. 

“It worked, didn’t it?” He hummed back, fingers tracing down Jaskier’s arm idly. 

Jaskier lifted his head from Geralt’s chest, resting his chin on his arm to look at him. “Does this mean you plan on making an honest man of me yet?” His eyes were sparkling and he was laughing, but there was something underneath his words that sounded like hope. 

“Hmm,” Geralt rolled them, pushing Jaskier back into the mattress with a kiss. He found that it was hard not to now that it seemed it was allowed. “Now that sounds like an excellent plan,” he said softly. “Going to be good for me if I do?” he teased.

“Never!” Jaskier shot back, his smile bright and his hands just as eager and as hungry as Geralt’s. “Mine?” Jaskier whispered as his hand slid over Geralt’s chest.

“Yours.” And he was. And they were.

#geraskier #smut #cw: smut #possessive behavior #biting #snark #geralt of rivia #jaskier #jay writes #trope: fake marriage #this started off as a fun fake marriage ficlet #then ooops #i made it spicy #long fic

[retroellie]

Just read your farm Ellie hc's (terrific work btw!) and as if I wasn't in love with domestic Ellie before 🥺 Now I'm wondering what Ellie would be like if her significant other was sick, how she'd be taking care of her and such, so can I ask for hc's for farm Ellie being all domestic and cutesy? ☺️💕

Summary: Domestic Ellie/ ellie while reader is sick Headcannons 

A/N: Y’all are so sweet <3 Thank you so much for enjoying and for the request:) Sorry i’ve been so inactive, work has been kicking my ass :( Sorry it’s so short oh dear 

Warnings: Slight NSFW talk 

Word count: 780 

- Domestic ellie is my favorite ellie omfg

- If she wakes up before you she's definitely wake you up with soft kisses to your face

"Wake up babe..." She'd whisper in your ear

-Her sleepy raspy morning voice PLZZ>>>>

-She'd watch as your eyes flutter open and laugh when you quickly shut them because it's so bright.

-She thinks you look so cute when you first wake up, she would literally stay in bed with you all day if she could

-If you wake up before her you don't wake her up like she does you, you're nice like that :|

-But the smell of your breakfast wakes her up so she sneaks downstairs

-She'll watch from afar until she wraps her arms around you, kissing up your neck

-I know this is domestic ellie but she will try to fuck you :|, like a good morning pounding is what she's hungry for in the morning

-When y'all do farm work in the morning it's the most cutest thing ever

-Ellie will be in her boxers and a sports bra while trying to feed the chickens

-She most definitely named all the chickens :| wbk

-"Harry.... Be nice to your sister"

-"HEY, harry i'm the one that feeds you. You will be nice to me."

-You can't focus on feeding sheep cause she's too busy getting attack by harry and his gang of chickens

-Your almost in tears by the time she comes out of the chicken pin

-"Oh you think that's funny."

- She'll literally tackle you to the ground and attack you with kisses

-The chickens be watching yall go at it like 0_o

-After that you'd obviously have a shower together

-Ellie is the bitch to help you wash your hair, head scratches uhhh yeah

- Cleaning the house with each other-  y'all would get nothing done

-You'd have multiple dance breaks, fights about what record to listen too and makeout sessions

-Ellie would always do the gross nasty stuff you don't wanna do, like doing dishes or washing the toilets

-Ellie's literally killed people, it doesn't bother her

-There's times where ellie would just watch you put clothes away or wash the floors, anything that involves you concentrating

-She's just so in love with you so she has to take the time to appreciate you

-"Take a picture, it'll last longer." You'd joke

-"I'd rather the real thing, darlin'"

-She'd then try to smash you again :|

-Before she goes hunting she'll kiss you like it's the last time like literally

-The hair pulling, face eating, grabby hands kinda kissing

-"I love you, you know that right?" She would simply say, hands still stuck in your hair.

-"I know, i love you too. Come back to me okay."

-It's not the ideal ritual to have but it was necessary, you'd never know what will happen to her out there

- Days where you're sick!!! girl plzzz MY HEART

-She would first get super nervous, she thinks maybe you've been around spores

-Once she finally knows it's just you being human and being ill

-She'd do everything she can to make you feel better, if you wanted her too she would lay in bed with you all day

-She'd hold your hair back while you vomited, she'd hold you in her arms while you had  horrible fever chills, she'd tilt the cup for you when you were too weak to do it yourself

- Again it's that situation where neither of you know if your gonna die or not so these days will be spent wrapped up together

-Ellie will make you little meals consisted of all the vitamins and minerals you need

-"I hear it's good for colds, it'll help you get a better baby."

-She does her research in books and it's the cutest AJSH

-If your not better in 3 days she will freak out and be ready to go to jackson for the doctor

-"Do you want me to call the doctor, i can if you want me too!!"

-"Ellie..honey, it's just a cold. I hear they used to call it the 'flu' back then."

-She will read to you because you get so bored in bed all day

-Ellie will literally not let you leave the bed until your better and she'd tell you it's  "The doctors orders"

-She heard that saying in  a movie once and now she won't stop saying it :|

-Ellie would do the farm work all by herself and clean the house while your asleep because she doesn't want to leave you when your awake

-When you get better ellie is so happy omfg

-Definitely smashes for hours straight to make up for lost time ofc

#ellie williams x reader #ellie williams #the last of us #the last of us x reader #tlou ellie #the last of us fanfiction #the last of us pt ii

[splishsplashyouretrash]

Ayo would I be able to request a headcannon of a bath scene with Ennoshita, Yamaguchi and Nishinoya pleaseee, up to you as to what direction the story goes in. Thank you and have a great day!!

hiii this took a while to write but i hope you like it!!

Warnings – smut, minors do not interact, swearing, denial, thigh riding, oral (fem receiving), mention of dumbification, use of “bunny”...i feel like those are the main ones

Ennoshita

- this man definitely makes sure that you come home to a bubble bath after a stressful day, he’ll pamper you so much omg

- he’ll happily do facemasks with you and make sure you’re being looked after

- although after bad days you might wanna relieve stress in other ways which he’d be more than happy to help out with ;)

- would defo get in with you if you started pouting and making grabby hands at him

“aww can my baby not even take a bath without me?” your cheeks start to turn red as he kisses the top of your head and starts to undress while you watch in awe. he gets in behind you, your back against his chest whilst he praises you for how hard you’ve been working and how you deserve to relax. you turn your head to look at him and lean in for a gentle kiss. pulling away you start to grind against him just enough to elicit a purr from him asking if you’re that desperate. he knew how his words made your core heat up from the way you start to grind on his thigh now, even in the bath he could still feel how slick you were. he lets you stay that way for a bit while he starts to kiss and bite your neck, he needs to hear your pretty moans and whimpers. you hear a comment about how cute you look when you’re like this but your mind is becoming clouded with pleasure and from the knot forming in your core. just as you feel yourself coming undone, Ennoshita adds a hand gently pressing around your neck and telling you to cum on him. that sent you over the edge; your back arches against him toned chest as you ride out that wave. you stay there for a while, letting your eyes close and your body lay on his as you feel the exhaustion hitting you. He notices this and gets out, picking you up and getting you all dried, watching you put on one of his jerseys before you curl up in bed together.

Yamaguchi

- i get similar vibes from him as i do with Ennoshita tbh

- i feel like this man adores bubbles and i can imagine him with a lil bubble mountain on top of his head skkfhfkjksjskj or a small boop of bubbles on his nose

- such a wholesome n precious baby

- would help to wash your hair and offer you drinks because he wants to show you how much you mean to him

“oh uh fuck hi y/n i wasn’t expecting you home yet uhm i hadn’t finished getting ready ye-“ you cut him off with a kiss on his forehead that makes him more flustered than he’d let on but his face gives it away. “i missed you bunny,” your words were muffled by his shoulder that seemed like the ideal resting place. you look up at him, meeting his loving gaze as you grab his hand and make your way to the bathroom. you squeal a little in delight at what lay before you: candles, rose petals, your favourite snacks and a bath on the verge of overflowing with bubbles and warm scents escaping into the room. before you can comprehend what was happening, yams had swooped you up into his arms and set you down in the bath, submerging you – still fully clothed – and he can’t help but to look at you with such adoration in his eyes. scooping the bubbles from your face you turn to look at him, “you little bitch” you shout before splashing him and making sure he got just as soaked as you (i can’t take myself seriously omg). he stares at you almost in disbelief, as he takes his wet top off you mockingly shout “woooh go baby wooh omg you’re so sexy fuck yeahhh” and watch as a blush creeps onto his already flushed cheeks. he gets in next to you and the next few minutes are filled with splashes going back and forth between the two of you, only ending when you realise that the floor is covered in water. turning back around to face him, he cups your face in his hands and kisses you softly. you both pull away to whisper “i love you” with so much meaning and affection towards each other.

Nishinoya

- as much as he loves you, he’s still the energetic horny shit he’s always been

- would 1000000% offer to “give you a massage so you can relax” but in his words that means “please can we fuck”

- not that you’d complain lmaoooo

- also wouldn’t be the first time you’ve done it in the bath, that boy’s sex drive is sky high i just know it like yall are happy to do it whenever wherever *insert shakira song reference*

“yayyy omg babe you’re home, how was your day, lemme take care of you princess, come hereeeee.” he wraps his arms around your waist pulling you so close that you could swear you can feel him getting hard. you wiggle your ass a lil to see if you were right, you’re greeted with a whine and a suddenly shy noya burying his head in the crook of your neck. you find it adorable how his confidence and cockiness was suddenly stripped from him as soon as you started giving him the attention he wanted. it was almost as though you were thinking out loud because you felt his teeth sink into your shoulder, making you yelp against his grin you could feel forming against your skin. grabbing your wrist, he leads (well, more like he skips) to the bedroom where you know very well that your frustrations are about to be taken care of until he fucks you dumb. until all you can whine out are lewd begs and moans until he’s satisfied and he strives for perfection. that is to say, he won’t be done with you until you’re painted with his cum yet still crying out for more through your hazy state. you must’ve gotten lost in your thoughts as the next thing you feel is his tongue giving your slit kitten licks – gentle yet making you grab his messy hair. he continues like this for what feels like hours until he finally gives in to his pride and slides two fingers in, curling them just right and basking in the pretty sounds you made just for him. he groans when he sees how well you covered his fingers, his praises vibrated against your soaked pussy until you felt yourself inches away from coming undone right in front of him. yet that moment doesn’t come when noya pulls away, admires and takes a mental note of how beautiful you look when you’re denied.

#haikyuu #haikyuu requests #haikyuu headcannon #haikyuu smut #haikyuu fluff #hq #hq requests #hq headcannon #hq smut #hq fluff #ennoshita #ennoshita smut #ennoshita x y/n #ennoshita x reader #yamaguchi #yamaguchi fluff #yamaguchi x y/n #yamaguchi x reader #nishinoya #nishinoya smut #nishinoya x y/n

[milkacchan]

Request for anon: Fav boys with an S/O that's usually a hardass but has a moment of just 'oh my god that's so fucking cute' that they start crying??

Bakugou:

• Listen, you weren't totally against showing emotion but you really only showed two

• Frustration and 'happiness'

• Aka you laughed a lot but had no problem blowing up on someone

• No one had ever seen you outside of those two moods

• Half the class just assumed you never got sad or anything

• The other half assumed you never really had a reason too but maybe one day you'd snap

• Crying? You? Off the table.

• You're not capable of it

• They'd seen you detach yourself from things without a second thought

• CRAZY how you and Bakugou actually WORKED together in a relationship

• To be honest Bakugou doesnt even know if he's seen you cry

• He figures he'll see it eventually

• And he's right :)

• Bc one day you two are walking ahead if the bakusquad

• And theres this fucking puppy

• And it's so small

• Its a lil weiner dog

• And an audible rasp is ripped out of your throat followed by a small 'oh my god'

• His head fuckin WHIPS around• And he's met with you tearing up as you stare at this small dog and his mouth d r o p a

• This??? This is what it takes for you to cry????

• You put a hand over your mouth, mumbling something else and Bakugou is having a stroke

• You're like full crying now

• There are t e a r s

• He moves a little closer, wrapping and arm around your shoulder

• "Are you seriously crying over a dog right now?"

No words. You just nod.

• He accepts it

• No questions asked

• Bakusquad is what you call

• V fuckin confused

• "I want a puppy," you mumbled, breathing uneven.

"I know,"

"Katsu he was so tiny,"

"I know,"

• Cue more crying

Izuku:

• Hard ass 100%

• emotionally constipated on the Bakugou level

• emotion what's that??

• Idk

• Neither do you apparently

• You were just chilling most of the time

• Just- looking really blank

• never really felt comfortable with showing a lot of emotion

• People could use that against you

• call you week-

• You didn't want that

• you were dating the new symbol of peace, you had to keep up

• This happens during a rescue

• You get people out and once you're standing on the sidelines, the fight over- this little boy runs up to you, hugging your legs

• Thank your's are falling out of his mouth and he looks teary eye'd

• He puts his hands up and makes grabby hands and you immediately pick him up

• You kiss his forehead, your hold on the child tightening

• I mean at this point you're crying too

• Bc he was so damn cute

• Even with all the dirt on his face

• And Izuku is just standing there

• baffled

• bc you

• the person who was literally STABBED four times and kept a straight face the whole time about a year ago

• is crying over a child saying thank you

• He takes care of the press- and whatever else he needs to before slowly making his way over to you, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

• The boy was still in your arms

• "You okay princess?"

"Fine, thanks,"

• New image for the press!!

• You went from known for no emotion to Oh my god they have emotion????

• ur v upset about it

Hitoshi:

• He know you cant express emotions exactly how you want

• you'd told him it always felt weird and uncomfortable

• Especially letting other people see it

• Deadass took him 3 months after the initial four you guys were dating to pry that out of you

• He's never really minded though

• he just wants you to feel comfortable and be okay

• So he's always gone along with the casually mean laugh a lot vibe you've had

• But one day

• one faithful day

• you two are walking after an icecream date

• And you see these 2 little kittens in a beat up box

• you GASP and your hand immediately leaves his as you jog over

• And you coo at them, picking them up, one in each hand

• He's behind you when the water works start

• "Toshi...they're so cute-" you sniff

"Are you crying?"

"No- Yeah, just look at them. They're so tiny, they're gonna die out here alone,"

"Oh my god babe,"

"Toshi we have to take them back."

"I don't know if we can do that, we can take them to a shelter-"

• you're full on sobbing now, a blubbering and hiccuping mess

• he feels like he's gonna pass out

• what's he supposed to do

• you chose now to start crying??

• "No-No because they might end up on the street again and they need love, toshiiiii-" you whine out

• So he hugs you from behind, using one hand to pet the cat in your left hand. "Okay, we'll take them back. We can talk to Aizawa sensei."

• he presses a gentle kiss to your neck

• You def apologize later for crying in front if him, almost refusing to look him in the eye

• He flicks you and tells you to do it more often

Sero:

• hardass?? Yes and no

• You vibe

• you just chill and go with the punches

• but GOD do you refuse affection and basic human emotion.

• It took him 3 MONTHS to convince you to go out with him

• That he wasn't going to hurt you or judge you

• 3 MONTHS

• And what felt like fucking forever for you to accept his advances for affection

• He's so patient with you, you'll never find another man like this

• pls keep him forever

• Anyway now yall just vibe together

• But he's never seen you upset tbh

• And he's never seen you cry

• You push all that down, constantly just staying in a place of whatever

• He's a little concerned about it ngl

• but he doesn't know how to really help it

• Has deadass secretly been reading books about it

• Anyway

• One day y'all are chilling

• You're in his room

• he's at his desk- looking over an essay that was due the next day and you were in his hammock, already having finished it

• But he was bopping

• he had an earbud in one ear and he was mumbling along with the song, bopping his head and moving around in his chair, randomly bursting out a lyric here and there

• And then he heard a sniffle

• He immediately turns around and he see's you

• Your eyes are watery

• he pulls his earbud out and he's making his way over to you, clearly worried

• "Babe what's wrong?"

You shake your head, waving him off.

"No no, c'mon tell me-"

"You're just so damn cute and I love you so much. Precious."

• He's confused for a moment before it processes and he grins

"Is that why you're crying?"

"Yes!" You wipe your eyes again. "Thank you,"

He climbs into the hammock carefully, and wraps his arms around you.

• Not particularly what he had in mind when you finally decided to show emotion like that but he'd take it

Kirishima:

• puppy and cat

• aka

• Bubbly jock and hard ass motherfucker who can and will kill you

• He knows that you cant freely express what you feel all the time

• He understands more than most people think

• Because he knows it's easier to just be bitter than risk getting hurt again

• and you've opened up a lot!!

• and he's proud of you! Really.

• He tells you all the time and you gag and call him a sap but he knows that you secretly enjoy it

• Anyway you two are eating lunch outside

• Kirishima is babbling about something that happened after class the other day and you were eating quietly listening to your boyfriends ramblings

• And suddenly he feels a finger on his lips

• He opens his eyes confused, going to talk again before you sush him

• You're looking at a bird

• a REALLY small bird

• you take a small piece of bread from his sandwhich

• "Hi baby," you coo, "how you doin? Want some food?" You slowly hold the piece out

• The birds head tilts a little and he takes a hop

• then another

• and he watches you tense up

• and the bird takes the bread piece and flies away, he watches it go before looking back at you

• he about has a stroke

• you're fucking crying

• "Babe- wait- why are you crying?" He puts a hand on your shoulder

"What the fuck, that was so cute. Eij, he was so cute."

"Well yeah-"

"Jesus he was so tiny," you sniff, "did you see the way he tilted his head- oh my god and his little hop? No fuck off I'm gonna cry more,"

• And you do

• But honestly he doesn't even care bc you're finally letting something else in

• and it means you're comfortable around him

• so he only wraps his arms around your waist and pull you closer

• "he was very cute,"

#Bakugou Katsuki #Katsuki Bakugou #Bakugou x reader #katsuki x reader #bakugou Katsuki x reader #Izuku Midoryia #Midoryia Izuku #Izuku x reader #Midoryia x reader #Deku x reader #shinsou hitoshi #hitoshi shinsou #hitoshi shinso x reader #hitoshi shinsō #sero hanta #hanta sero #sero hanta x reader #Sero #eijirou kirishima #kirishima eijirou #kirishima eijiro x reader #kirishima x reader #eijirou x reader

[kaiisenn]

Request: Hello! I love your Jujutsu Kaisen x reador. Can i request Fushiguro Megumi x fem!reader having a date and then going to readers flat and Fushiguro and reader cant help but doing some soft sexy things, makin love, tryin new things. Lets say they were both a little bit drunk👀🥺🥺🥺💕

Of course babe! Sorry this took so long I've been bombarded with school work!

Fushiguro xFem! Reader: Nsfw (Fushiguro is aged to 18+!!)

Since Megumi is older I made him more dominant and confident so :)

Walking out of the bar holding you in his arms, Megumi quickly walked to the car while you gave sloppy kisses to his neck and collarbone "Y/n, wait a little longer" Megumi spoke quietly "Mmmm~ Mimi, you know you're real~ pwetty~!" Looking up to your hedgehog, you gave him a cute bright smile then quickly after you face crashed into his chest "Aren't I luckieee~" you mumbled sweetly into his chest saying it loud enough for only him to hear. Opening the passenger side of the car and carefully placing you there, Megumi buckled your seatbelts and made sure you were secure and safe. Of course Megumi had a sip to drink but he definitely was sober enough to drive, getting into his side of the car Megumi buckled his own seatbelt, made sure everything was good and started on his the journey to your shared apartment.

Throughout the entire ride you made grabby hands towards Megumi, you squeezed his thigh through his dark wash skinny jeans and tried to kiss him on multiple occasions when the car stopped at a red light and on all occasions Megumi stopped you saying you were drunk and didn't know what you were doing.

Megumi picked you up by your thighs to carry you to the front door, once inside the apartment you stole a long awaited kiss from Megumi. Letting out a soft gasp when you pulled his hair allowing you to slip your tongue into his mouth and fight for dominance, pulling away for air Megumi gave you a look showing he was holding back "Y/n your drunk." Megumi said sternly "Mimi, pleaseee- we don't have to go all the way!" Getting closer to his earlobe you lightly sucked on it "I need you." You said in a hushed voice

Putting you down on the rug that sat in front of the couch, Megumi took a seat on the couch and tapped his leg "Why don't you show me how much you need me?" Megumi gave you a sly look watching you crawl onto his lap from the floor adjusting yourself on his lap your pussy grased his tent making you let out a throaty moan.

Situating your pussy right ontop of his tent, you sat down on it and started grinding against him to give yourself the friction you needed "Haahh- Mimi~~!" You moaned out right next to his ear making his dick twitch, grabbing a hold of your hips Megumi guided you and occasionally squeezed your thighs or ass "Come on pretty girl. Make yourself feel good." Megumi hissed into your neck as he began to mark you all over "Megumi- G-God I love you" you breathed lifting his head up to meet your lips, you set the pace slow and lovingly making sure he gets all the love you feel for him.

After a little while you felt the ever so familiar coil tighten greatly in your stomach until it snapped. Letting out a hearty moan into Megumi's mouth you came all over your panties which seeped into the ripped jeans you had on. Seeing the amazing sight of your fucked out look made Megumi cum instantly messing up the insides of his skinny jeans.

Pulling him into another sweet, loving kiss. You pulled away touching connecting your foreheads together "Thank you, Mimi. I love you." You smiled, but before he could even answer you were knocked out from the alcohol

"I love you too, brat"

Idk why yall like my stuff this is ass-

-Kaii

#fushiguro megumi x reader #yuji itadori x reader #inumaki x reader #satoru gojo x reader #jjk anime #jjk x reader #jjk fushiguro #jjk #jjk gojo #jjkedit #jjk headcanons #fushiguro x reader #jujutsu kaisen fushiguro #jjk megumi #gojo satoru #gojo saturo x reader #jujutsu kaisen gojo #saturo gojo #gojou satoru x reader #itadori x reader #jujutsu kaisen itadori #itadori yuji

[descendantofthesparrow]

Shuffle Playlist - Rewrite - Part of Your World - Part 16 - Cotillion p1

all outfits link since i dont feel like putting them all here 

=

You rolled the chain of your ruby necklace between your lips as the stretch carriage made its way closer to the cotillion ship. “you okay love?” Harry whispered to you, placing his warm hand on your thigh. You slowly nodded, mind flashing back to the movie, remembering Uma’s entrance and her transformation to the giant Cecaelia.

You only hoped that if her arrival at cotillion still happened; nothing would happen to Harry or Gil. “I’m…fine” you reassured him, dropping the chain from your mouth and turning to smile at him “Sorry, just nervous”

“Same here,” Harry chuckled, taking your hand and intertwining your fingers “haven’t done an event like this since beasty boy’s coronation” you lifted your free hand and pressed it to his cheek.

“You don’t have to do anything but stand there and be handsome, and you’re already nailing about half of that” Harry’s cheeks turned pink and he leaned in to quickly peck your jaw.

“Thank yeh love” you glared at Evie and Jane as they giggled at you.

“oi no one told you to look over here, shoo” they just gave you an amused look and returned to their conversation. Jay leaned over a bit and held his fist out, laughing as Harry smacked it away.

The carriage slowed to a stop and the driver opened the door moments later. You and Harry, being closest to the door, stepped out first, Harry quickly climbing out and holding out his hand to help you.

You picked up your dress with your right hand and grabbed Harry's with your left, carefully stepping out of the carriage and whistling at the loud music and bright lights that were erupting from the top of the ship.

“Nice job Jane” the short fae grinned and held onto Gil’s arm as he led her to the entrance. Evie and Doug stopped next to you and Harry, Evie nodding towards the ramp with all the press.

“shall we?”

“…les do dis” you smirked, turning to a grin as Evie giggled at the word choice. “yall go ahead, I think we have to be in a line anyway” Evie nodded and walked forward with Doug.

Harrys hand-squeezed yours, making you look at him with raised brows “you okay?”

“aye” he muttered, letting out a soft sigh “do…do I look okay?” his soft ocean blue eyes turned to you, anxiety swimming deep within.

You gave him a once over, pulling at his pirate-style tailcoat and ruffling his hair “you look perfect my love, only bruise insight is hardly visible” you poked the dark purple hickey on his neck, grinning as his ears turned red “Sorry, couldn’t resist”

You looked back at the entrance, brows raising again “how did I just notice Doug's suit is different?” Harry hummed in confusion, looking over at Doug and Evie “well in my world he wore this ugly ass ill-fitted gold suit, now he’s wearing a maroon suit with gold accents, much better suited for him” Harry snorted at your fashion rant and threw his arm over your shoulder.

“let's go, love, we’re burning moon-light” you sighed, slightly pouting at the fact that he saw through your stalling tactics.

“fiiiine” you groaned, Harry slid his arm off your shoulder and offered it, winking as you took it and walked you over to the press.

You squinted slightly at the bright flashes of the cameras and the immediate yelling of the press.

“(y/n) you look beautiful tonight!”

“who designed your dress?! Where are your earrings from?!”

“Harry who designed your suit?!”

“Evie and I collaborated on Harry and I’s cotillion outfits, and my earrings are designed by Dizzy of the isle” you gave a polite smile to the press and leaned your head on harry, squeezing his arm a bit to ground him as you saw his leg start to move a bit.

One of the guards walked up and gestured for you and harry to move onto the ship, saving you and Harry from any further questions. You quickly walked onto the ship and let out a sigh of relief, thankful to be away from all the press. There was a camera crew for cotillion but they were more focused on cotillion itself, along with Mal and Ben.

Speaking of which, you wondered if either of them got the chance to tell the planners or anybody else that wasn’t your little group about their breakup?

“Jane! There you are my dear!” you glanced to the right, seeing Gil and Jane standing next to the stairs and Jane puff her cheeks a bit before turning to her mother “everything looks beautiful my love, now we just need to ladle out the punch before the sherbet melts~” Jane stopped her before her mother could get any further.

“Mom?” FG looked at her with a smile “I have a date.” a bright smile broke out on the older woman's face as she gasped.

“A date?! Really~” she cooed, looking over at Gil a second later “and do you have a date too?” Gil smiled and nodded, looking down at Jane with soft eyes. “really~”

Gil and Jane shared a teasing smile as Jane reached out for Gil’s hands “mom?” the older woman hummed before noticing their intertwined hands.

“oh~ how wonderful. Now Jane, I don’t want a repeat of last time you hear?” Jane gave a sheepish smile and nodded “Gil is a very sweet boy and you will treat him well, same goes for you my dear” Gil laughed a bit and nodded.

“yes, Fairy godmother” FG nodded in satisfaction and turned back to the punch table, leaving Gil and Jane to move onto the dance floor with Evie and Doug.

Evie spotted you and reached out with her hands, making a grabbie motion at you and nodding towards the dance floor. You rolled your eyes and lowered your hand to Harry’s, intertwining your fingers and dragging him onto the floor with you.

Jay and Lonnie danced by you, the two spinning around the other dancers and seemingly dancing the tango to the high beat music.

The music came to an end, the crowd applauding the DJ and turning to the main staircase as the guards lifted fanfare trumpets and Lumière stepped into the spotlight. The guards lowered their trumpets and Lumière smiled down at the crowd and announced with a loud voice;

“the future lady Mal~” you winced a bit, Harry laughing at your face as he knew what you were thinking. Mal stepped out from the left side of the stairs entrance and turned on her heel, her eyes almost glowing from her anxiety as she looked at nothing. Her hair was a bit different than it was in the movie, it was now back in a low bun with two locks of hair framing her face. but it made sense since she had cut it shorter and dyed it a different color, but she mostly looked the exact same as she did in the movie.

“She's zoning out” you muttered to Evie, who cooed and started cheering to help ease Mal's nerves, you and the VKs followed her lead, the rest of the crowd following in turn.

Mal snapped out of her zone and made eye contact with you and Evie, giving the two of you a nervous smile, turning to Lumière with a laugh as he whispered something in her ear.

As Mal made her way down the stairs, Beast and Belle greeted her, Mal biting her lip as the two offered what they thought were comforting words “you are exactly what Ben needs” she made eye contact with you and you shrugged, pushing Evie a bit to retrieve your anxiety-ridden friend.

“Hi,” Evie whispered, holding out her hand for Mal and squeezing it as Mal tightly gripped it “How are you feeling?”

“uh, sorta like I’m going to throw up?” Mal whispered back, almost speed walking over to your little group and huddling next to you. “That’s fine, it's okay to feel nervous” you whispered, reaching up and firmly gripping Mals shoulder.

“We’re right here with you” Carlos smiled, reaching around Evie and patting Mals back. Mal gave a watery smile and turned, gasping a bit as the fanfare started again and Lumière began to announce Ben's arrival.

“Did either of you tell anyone other than us that you broke up?” you whispered to Mal, who gave you a panicked look “I’ll take that as a no, don’t worry, I’m sure Ben will clear things up before anything happens” Mal nodded, turning back to the main stairs.

“King Benjamin!”

Ben walked into the spotlight and you heard Mal’s breath stop for a moment, and you smiled. While their break up was really for the best, until both Mal and Ben got their mental shit together, their reactions to each other were still cute. You looked back up at Ben and cursed under your breath.

His eyes were purple.

Uma was here.

You tugged on Harry's sleeve, subtly nodding towards Ben. Harry followed your eyes and stopped, realizing what you were pointed out.

“Why are his eyes?” Harry whispered, stopping midsentence as Ben reached the bottom of the stairs and bowed to Mal, and instead of curtsying, Mal copied his bow back at him.

You looked from Ben to the stairs, knowing Uma was just around the corner “Harry, I should have told you earlier, but something bad is going to happen tonight” you rushed to whisper back, keeping your eyes on the stairway entrance. you didn’t want to be harsh with the young sea witch but while she had good intentions deep down, she was still planning on completely taking down the barrier.

And that wasn’t a good thing for anybody in Auradon.

“love what’s-“ Harry was stopped as Ben apologized to Mal and turned back to the stairs, Uma stepping out into the spotlight and nervously looking down at the crowd. While for her everything was going to plan, it would be nerve-racking for anybody to step out like this. “wrong….Uma?” Gil stepped next to Harry; their eyes locked onto their oldest friend.

Your hand drifted down from Harry's sleeve to his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. Uma locked eyes with Harry and Gil, and the mask of indifference in her eyes broke, and you saw the girl who just wanted her two best friends back, but it was quickly covered up by anger and the shy new girl act she was presenting for cotillion.

Mal looked from Uma to you, disbelief clear on her face ‘did you know?’ she mouthed, her shoulders dropping a bit as you mouthed back;

‘I wasn’t sure if it would still happen’

Mal turned back as Ben met Uma halfway and led her down the rest of the stairs. ‘What’s happening?’ Mal thought, looking down at Ben and Uma’s intertwined hands, gasping in pain as Ben took one of them and kissed it, seeing the class ring ben had given her five months ago now on Uma’s finger. ‘yesterday he said he loved me and now…now this?’ she felt her nose burn, she looked back up at Ben, who was only looking at Uma with a look she had seen looking straight at her two days ago and now it was pointed at the girl she had fought with for 6 years. “Ben?” Mal whimpered, hands clenching onto her dress “What’s-What’s going on?”

“I’m sorry” Ben started, finally turning back to Mal. Her brows furrowed as she looked into his purple eyes…that…reminded her of something “it all happened so fast!” Uma looked at Mal, a big grin on her face. It looked authentic, but Mal was hardly paying attention to that, her mind whirling around with confusion and hurt. “something happened to me when I was on the isle with Uma.” He looked back into Uma’s eyes, a soft smile growing on his face “a connection”

“What are you saying?” Mal pushed, feeling her chest begin to tighten and her legs start to feel like lead. Ben looked away from her.

“I’m saying-“ Uma interrupted him with a giddy grin and laugh.

“It was love~!” Uma made eye contact with Harry and quickly looked away; Harry squeezed your hand. “I just…” she looked back at Ben “ I realized how alike Ben and I are you know?”

“we are” Ben whispered, smiling as Uma giggled and agreed “you’re so beautiful” Mal shook her head slightly and took a small step back, trying to get ahold of herself so she could deal with the situation properly.

“Ben” Mal tried, clenching her Jaw as Ben ignored her “Ben” she tried again, tilting her head in concern as he finally looked at her. “did…did you go back for her?” she finally asked, the tears she had been holding back dripping down her face. The purple in Ben's eyes misted away for a moment before Uma touched his arm and he looked back at her.

“he didn’t have to…I dove through the barrier before it closed. And I’m an excellent swimmer so…” Ben laughed a bit and smiled,

“you are~” Uma gave a sheepish grin and laughed.

“thank you” Mal looked down at the floor, trying to make sense of everything, what had gone wrong? What had she done wrong? ‘everything’ a voice whispered in her head, Mal closed her eyes and forced it away, opening them as Uma stepped closer to her.

“listen...Mal?” she grabbed onto Mal's hand, and Mal looked down, swallowing harshly as she saw the class ring on Uma’s finger “I just really want to thank you” Mal looked back up at Uma’s face, furrowing her brows, thank her? Uma didn’t even like her? ‘she has every reason to not like you, you deserve everything that is happening to you right now’ Mal forced her nails into the palm of her free hand to force the voice down, where was it coming from? “I do, for everything” Uma sighed, glancing back at Ben for a moment before she pulled Mal into a hug, Mal's arms instinctively going to wrap around Uma’s shoulders before she stopped herself, watching as Ben just looked at them with a smile.

What was going on?! Ben was always aware of everyone; couldn’t he see she was distraught?! There was a difference between Mal pretending to be a perfect princess and then her being visibly upset...something was really wrong. “thank you, thank you so much”

Uma pulled away, pressing her lips together in a somber smile. Ben leaned in over Uma’s shoulder, grabbing Mal's attention. “don’t you see Mal? You were right?” she looked at him confused, what? What was she right about? “you knew we weren’t meant to be together; that’s why you never told me you loved me, that’s why you broke up with me.” Mal felt her heart shatter.

“What?” she croaked, looking back at her friends, making eye contact with you and watching you shake your head. She looked back at Ben “What no that’s not what I-Ben I-“ she couldn’t breathe, heat rising in her chest as she felt her body tremble.

Ben and Uma gave her one last smile and turn to each other, Ben taking Uma’s waist as gentle waltz-like music began to play.

Mal stumbled back, letting gout a harsh breath as she felt Jay's arms wrap around her “Mal what's going on?” he whispered, looking between Uma and Ben dancing and Mal.

“I-I I don’t know” she whispered, reaching up and gripping onto Jay's sleeve tightly “I don’t know, I don’t-I can't breathe”

Harry and Gil stepped closer to Uma, Harry gently calling out her name, she ignored them. “Harry?” you whispered, reaching out and wrapping your arms around his “are you okay?”

“yeh remember wha’ I told yeh ‘bout Uma righ’?” he whispered, sad eyes following Uma as she danced with Ben around the deck.

“you loved her?” you guessed, rubbing his arm as he shakily nodded “oh love…come on” you slid your hand down and grabbed his, reaching around and hitting Evie's shoulder “let's go, she doesn’t need to see all this” Evie nodded, looking back at the shaking Mal and nodding towards the stairs at Jay. Carlos walked around to Mal’s other side and the two boys guarded her as you all started to walk out of cotillion, Gil and Jane at the rear. Beast and Belle stopped the boys as Mal passed them.

“Mal” Beast sighed, bowing his head to her.

“I’m so sorry” Belle reached out, holding Mal’s hand “we had no idea”

“I’m gonna talk to him” Beast promised, nodding firmly as Mal just looked at them. Jay and Carlos pushed her forward, Evie and Doug just behind them.

Jane squeezed Gil's hand before pushing past you and Harry and whispering something to Lumière.

‘oh, right the stained glass’ you thought, stopping as the spotlight once again stood on Lumière and he gestured toward the other end of the ship.

“and now! For the unveiling of King Bens masterpiece, made especially for his lady~” Uma made a face as the fanfare played, the spotlight shifting from Lumière to the other side of the ship, where a large curtain covered object sat. Mal sighed and turned in Jay and Carlos' hold, using her palm to wipe away a tear on her chin.

The curtain dropped, revealing the stained glass that Ben had made for Mal, but it wasn’t like it was in the movie, instead of Ben kneeling in front of Mal, he was now at eye level, his hand reaching to Mal as her stained-glass-self hovered her hand over his, her eyes glowing a bright green. The sun in the background now placed between the two instead of just behind Mal.

(I know I just described it but I spent three hours on this yall better appreciate it)

The crowd gasped as they looked at the beautiful art that had been revealed, Ben stepping away from Uma and staring at it. Finally, as Mal looked at the stained glass, her mind cleared just enough to realize what Ben's purple eyes had reminded her of.

The love spell she had put on him six months ago! Mal had lost her spell book on the isle, and Uma had found it! Ben was spelled!

“Evie” Mal whispered, the blue-haired girl stepping closer to Mal “Ben-Uma spelled Ben” Evie looked back, gasping as Uma pulled Ben back towards her and made him look her in the eyes. “He’s not doing this willingly, like-like the song he did for me at that tourney game, Uma love spelled him, she found my book.” Harry glanced at you, gritting his teeth a bit as you nodded to confirm it. He glanced behind him, locking eyes with Uma before her mask broke and she separated from Ben and yelled at Lumière;

“cover that back up!” Lumière denied her and the crowd gasped at the rude display, Uma glanced around, wincing a bit as she realized she had screwed up, but she could save it. She turned back to Ben with a smile “why don’t you tell everyone about the present you have for me Ben~!” Ben turned away from the stained glass, his eyes flickering from brown to purple, before it settled on purple again as he looked at Uma.

“I have an announcement!” Ben held his hand out to Uma, who grabbed it and pulled herself close to Ben “Uma, will be joining the court tonight, as my lady” the crowd gasped, looking from Mal to Ben.

Beast walked up, taking off his glasses and trying to talk to Ben “son-“ Ben snapped and yelled at him, making Beast reel back with wide eyes.

“Not now Dad!” Ben stumbled, his words slurring at the end, Mal perked up at that and tried to step down the stairs but Carlos and Jay stopped her. “uh, so as my gift, uh, to her!” you squinted, stepping away from Harry a bit and looking at ben…the spell was losing its hold on Ben. You looked back at Mal, nodding at Ben, she nodded back, breaking free of Jay and Carlos’ hold and going down the stairs, stopping next to you. “I’m bringing down the barrier once and for all!”

Gil and Harry looked at each other with wide eyes, that wasn’t good. Ben smiled at Uma again and turned to FG, gesturing to her “Fairy Godmother! Bring down the barrier” the fairy shook her head and took a step back.

“I most certainly will not!” Ben let out another snarl, Uma’s anger channeling into him.

“I am your king!” Uma glared at FG.

“Obey him!”

The crowd gasped again, and Uma grabbed onto Ben's arms and made him look into her eyes, realizing the love spell was breaking as Ben shook his head and his eyes flickered.

Mal looked up at the stained glass, her eyes glancing from her stained-glass glowing ones to Bens deep brown. Mal took a deep breath, wiped away her tears, and walked towards Ben and Uma. “Ben” he slowly looked away from Uma, looking slightly confused as Mal stepped closer to him. “Ben” Mal smiled up at her ex-boyfriend.

“Ben look at me” Uma demanded, her eyes widening a bit as Ben continued to stare into Mal's eyes.

“Ben, remember what you said on the isle? You said you loved me, the real me; the one who curses without thought because it’s a second language to her, the one who picks her teeth with a fork, the one who is way too possessive of strawberries, the one that chewed her hair because it smelled like grape juice” Mal laughed, a bright grin growing on her face as the purple in Bens eyes started to dissipate. “that girl you love Ben, she’s me, and I love you too! I was just so scared to say it because my entire life I've only been taught that love will only hurt you in the end, but I don’t give a fuck about that anymore, I love you, Ben. The only reason I broke up with you is that I’m not good for you right now, I need to be better for myself before I can be better for you, if I don’t do better, you’ll only be hurt in the end I can't do that to you.”

Uma let out a frustrated huff as she watched Mal step even closer to Ben, reaching up to cup his face. “but you taught me what it means to love, and how it feels to be loved, and love means sacrifice, and I will die a thousand deaths if it means you’ll be safe and happy” she leaned in, lifting herself onto her toes to get closer to Ben's face “because I love you”

Mal pressed her lips to bens, and you felt a shiver run down your spine as the spell on Ben broke. Mal pulled away, biting her lip as she looked at Ben’s closed eyes “Ben?”

He opened them; the deep honey brown clear as day. He smiled, reaching his hand up and cupping Mal's cheek “You love me?”

“yes” Mal laughed, pressing her forehead to Bens as his free arm wrapped around her waist “yes you dork I love you”

“true loves kiss” Evie whispered, bringing her clasped hands up in front of her lips, hiding her smile “works every time~”

Uma yelled and turned towards FG, reaching out for the wand “Give it to me!!” FG screamed and recalled back her arm holding the wand, Evie quickly reacting and grabbing onto Uma’s arm and pushing her back.

“no! Guards seize her!” Harry and Gil look at each other and broke away from the group, following Uma towards the rails and yelling for everyone to stop.

“STOP!” Harry yelled, spreading his arms out, protecting Uma “stop!” Gil stepped next to Harry, pushing back a guard that had not listened and turning to look at her.

“Uma please” Gil whimpered, holding up his hands as if he was calming a scared animal “you are our best friend, we know you.” Uma’s eyes widely flew amongst the crowd around her, the only way out of her corner was the sea behind her. She looked back at Gil, her breathe shuddering as she looked upon her two oldest friends.

“please Uma’” Harry reached out to her, his hand open, hope swimming in his eyes “please stay, I don’t want to lose yeh again, I can't do it again.” Uma and Harry stared at each other, her eyes drifting to his hands, hers twitching towards it. “we love yeh Uma, we’ve been trying for the last five months to bring yeh here, please-please just stay” Gil held out his hand, giving Uma a soft smile.

“We never meant to leave you there”

Uma’s necklace began to glow, and honing beacon-like sound began to echo from it, Uma reached forward a bit, her eyes glancing between Harry's hand and him.

She looked to his left, her hand stopping as she looked at you. Her eyes flashed turquoise. “traitors” she snapped, ignoring the pain in Harry's eyes as she said it turned, climbing on top of the rails and jumping into the sea below.

“Uma!” Harry and Gil screamed, running to the rails and screaming her name again, leaning over them and desperately searching for Uma in the dark waters. All they could see were beams of light that were slowly disappearing as Uma sunk deeper into the waters.

You grabbed Harry’s arm as water began to rise, it swirled around as the glow from Uma’s shell became brighter “oh no” you whispered, yelping a bit as Harry’s arm ripped from your hold and wrapped tightly around your waist, slowly backing away from Uma’s transformation.

The rising tunnel of water burst, Uma’s cold laughter echoing across the sea as a huge wave of water splashed across the deck, soaking everyone. You and Harry rushed back to the rails as Uma’s cecaelia form settled into the water, her turquoise tentacles wading through the waves as she gave a sharp smile to the cotillion crowd.

“true love's kiss won't defeat this!” Gil’s arm wrapped around your shoulder, staring at Uma with a pained look “the world will know my name!” she turned a bit before whipping her arm around, one of her tentacles following her arm and snapping above the crowed.

Harry pulled you and Gil back, holding you close to his chest in an attempt to protect you from Uma. You pulled away, eyes widening as Uma looked straight into your eyes and screamed;

“YOU TURNED THEM AGAINST ME!” her arm whipped out, one of her tentacles reaching for you. You suddenly were shoved to the ground and landed with a hard smack. You quickly looked up and screamed.

It seemed to happen in slow motion, Uma’s tentacle wrapped around Harry's torso, pulling him off his feet, his ocean blue eyes staring into yours as fear-induced tears started to trail down his face.

“HARRY!” you screeched, quickly standing and almost toppling over the railings as you watched Uma slam Harry into the water, his form instantly disappearing under the waves.

“HARRY!!!”

-end of part 16-

uh yep....that took a turn didnt it? i know i know yall hate me but it gets better!...soon...maybe...idk well see how i feel when im writing p17.

anyway i hope i made the Mal true love talk shit better and no they aren't going to get back together this was just them realizing they do love each other and are going to go to fucking therapy because they need it.(ps the half isle half Auradon bullshit Mal was spewing is bullshit, along with that “dont let ur pride get in the way” bish its ur pride in the way) 

also Huma confirmed because no matter what timeline it is Harry will always love Uma even if he falls in love with someone else. Supportive (y/n) is supportive. 

also did you know that if you hit the surface of water hard enough its like you just smacked into concrete :) thought yall might like that little fact~

ALSO I WILL BE DOING A FLUFF ONESHOT FOR YALL AFTER THIS BECUASE I MADE MYSELF SAD WRITING IT AND I NEED TO WRITE FLUFF

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Oops Pt. 2

Jason Roberts (SVU) x Fem!Reader

Part one here!

Here it is! It's kinda jumpy but I hope yall enjoy it! Tagging my love @glassbxttless for all your help with this and the fact it's dedicated to you!

TW: Smut, Alcohol, Drugs, Food, lots of Crying, mentions of abuse, mentions of Death, pregnancy, babies, swearing

As always! If I have missed a tag let me know and I will tag it!

You hiss when the cold jelly gets smeared on your stomach, you’re fucking pregnant, test after test after fucking test and you’re pregnant. You booked an appointment with Planned Parenthood as soon as they would let you and made Jason come with. They confirmed with a blood test that yes indeed you we’re pregnant and about 5ish weeks along at that point. You both looked at each other and the nurse could see the panic between you too. She sent you home with a stack of pamphlets as thick as your arm and assured you that you have options, even if you needed to make them quick.

That was 3 weeks ago when your bras still fit you, this isn’t your first ultrasound but the jelly never gets any better no matter how much you prepare. Jason is here, he’s insisted on coming to every appointment. He was clingy before but ever since you found out he’s been even worse. Watching the cameras and your location more so then before and having you facetime him whenever you’re out of the apartment. Clingy.

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You’re at 12 weeks now and your monkey is about as big as a lime and really fucking with everything they can. You’re showing now, now matter how many layers or flowy dresses you put on, and between the cravings and the aversions (Chocolate is a go but for some reason tacos make you gag) you’ve put on a few pounds. Jason loves it, after the shock wore off and you both decided to keep it, always wanting kids but never knowing when. It just. Felt right. He picked up on your moods and cravings just as well as he did before and the fact your chest is so big now you cant even wear a bra is a plus. You’ve lost count of the amount of times you’ve been woken up with Jason between your thighs as soon as he’s home from work, or when he gently fucks you awake, big hand covering your whole bump and cooing praise in your ear before filling you with cum and letting you get the sleep you need. You’re both adjusting and determined to ‘keep you safe babygirl’ Jason got a promotion with a healthy wage and he’s kept you cooped up at home where he can watch you and his monkey.

-

“I’m so sorry you have to grow up without a Daddy monkey.” You’re gently rubbing your bump as you walk down the street, en route to your old apartment. The one right across the hall from Jason used to live, where his mom still lives.

“He’s just so dumb for telling grandma I’m going to kill him before you’re born I’m sure of it.” You don’t notice the looks from the people milling on the stairway of the building, too bust fuming at the fact Jason managed to do the one thing you asked him not to do.

Tell anyone.

You wanted to keep it until you knew the gender, maybe post something on your socials, call your family about it. Invite Estelle over for a dinner and let her know then. But nope, Jason as much as a mommas boy he is, spilled the beans a day after you asked him not to. Causing you to make your way to the old building for a ‘baby-baby shower’ with his mom, with a strict “No boys allowed!’ leaving Jason a mess as you walked around New York, knowing he was never far, always watching you helped calm him down. You don’t even have to kock before Estelle is rushing you in the door, and you can’t tell if it’s the spread she has thoughtfully laid out or the hormones but you’re already crying.

There’s cute little cakes, caffeine free tea, candies, chocolate, pickles, and everything else you have possibly been craving spread all over her kitchen table, you hug her close and try to stop your tears.

“Let's get you sat down before you hurt yourself honey.” She sits you in one of her kitchen chairs and brings you a tissue, you thank her as she hands you a cup of tea and you both settle in for the afternoon celebration. She’s dipped into the brandy and brought out all of Jason’s old baby stuff she’ll be sending you home with, you’re flipping through and laughing when you stop on a picture of newborn Jason being held in a man's arms. You furrow your brow and she picks up on that. “He was an awful man you know. Beat me black and blue and Jason too.” Her words take you by surprise, Jason never talked about his dad, just that he was a deadbeat and glad he was dead.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry. Jason never.” She cuts you off with a soft hand on your thigh before she gently rubs the top of your belly.

“He died young you know, I-” she takes a swig of brandy before she continues. “He beat Jason so bad he broke his arm. Can you believe that? Jason wasn’t much older then 7, still a baby and that bastard broke his arm.” You’re speechless as you flick your eyes between Estelle and the photo of Jason’s father. “He was sleeping around too. Thought I didn’t know, it was the 90’s of course I fucking knew when his pager was going off at all hours. He didn’t even have a pager for work.” You sniffle and nod your head, you really had no idea, Jason never talked about his father and you let it be.

“He shoulda known better, sleeping pills and coke are a dangerous mix you know. Add in some tramp and all the clubs he was going to it was bound to happen sooner or later.” She smiles at you then and you’ve seen that same smile on Jason, recognize that smile. That’s the one he gave you after he came over and installed the first camera. Your blood runs cold for a second before you’re pulled out of your head by Estelle flipping the page and cooing at how cute Jason was taking apart his first Nintendo console.

-

20 weeks, 5 months and you’re suffering. Your hips are aching and popping, there’s this nerve in your back that keeps pinching and sometimes it’s so bad you can’t even move. You can’t even sleep a full night before the little one is moving around or you’re dying from how hot it is. You whine as Jason gets up, jostling you awake.

“Jas no, come back to bed I finally got some sleep.” You’re making grabby hands at him and he walks around to your side of the bed and pressing kisses against your hair.

“I cant baby, we’re gonna have people over for your shower and I should clean up a little.” Jason is rubbing his hand up and down your belly as he talks, settling the little one and you can feel angry tears well up in your eyes.

“Do we have to? I don’t want to Jason, please?” You can feel the tears leak out now and you’re mad, mad at him, mad at your monkey for keeping you up, mad at yourself for getting pregnant. He kisses your tears before giving you a filthy kiss and teasing his fingers over your clit that makes you gasp and forget all about how mad you just were.

“You have friends come over and we get to know whether it’s a boy or a girl. Then we get to think about names. So no. I’ll get the bath ready for ya momma.” Jason's walking away before you can pull him back and demand he makes you cum. You shut your eyes and try to get ready for this day.

The party is easy breezy, gifts were exchanged, weird games were played, and your friends organized a cute revel, filling a box with so many pink balloons and streamers, and ribbon you’re sure you’re going to find them even after your baby is born. Jason’s getting nervous again, you’ve kicked everyone out saying you’re tired and they left without complaint.

“Whats wrong Jas? I can feel you worrying from over here.” You scoot over on the couch and make room for him, he moves from where he was cleaning stuff up and drops into the seat. He’s running his hands through his hair before you pull one to your lips and kiss it. He’s lets out the breath he was holding, letting the tension drop from his shoulders as he rests his head back on the couch. Spreading his long long legs out wide, you feel the pang of arousal as you eye up his thighs, his crotch the way his adam’s apple bobs when he smiles before he letting everything out.

“What if I’m not right for you? What if I’m just like my dad? I don’t think I’m good enough to raise your ba-” you cut off his tirade by straddling his thigh and rubbing your cunt against it. You whipped off your bottoms as soon as everyone left, just in your panties and a tank as you lounged and watched Jason. His head snaps up and he whimpers when he can feel you soak through his denim already. You pull his hands up to cup your chest, sighing as you catch your clit as just the right angle and he lifts up your heavy tits, giving your back a little bit of a break.

“You’re gonna be fucking perfect Jason.” You’re getting desperate and the way Jason is looking at you like you single-handedly hung the stars in the sky is feeding your ego and your arousal. His chest is rising and falling just as fast as yours is and his cock has filled out so fast he’s light headed. You keep going, so desperate after that little tease this morning you’re already close to coming and its not fair. Jason tenses his thigh under you and you gasp. “Do that fucking again Jas. Right now.” He whines and does as he is told, as the little change helps push you over the edge and you’re cumming, soaking his jeans and hungrier than before for his cock. You weave your fingers through his hair and yank, hard.

“Take your cock out right fucking now.” He’s nodding eyes glazed over as he rushes to do what you’ve asked. You don’t let up on the death grip on his hair, covering his neck with dark hickies and bites that he’ll have to cover up when he leaves for work. You feel the trail of precum as he frees his cock from his pants and it slides up your thigh, you pull back and when you see it, so angry red and big for you you grind down onto his thigh again and moan. You’re maneuvering yourself so you can sit on Jason's cock and ever the worrier he is, he's helping. Spreading his legs wider, his hands holding your hips so you and your belly can fit against him tight on the couch that is probably too small to be doing this on.

You let go of his hair, pull his lips to yours as you finally sit down on his cock, the moan you rip from your chest is almost as pretty as Jason’s sigh.

“You’re so fucking tight for me baby girl. So fucking hot.” Jason's mouth is running and you huff, not happy he’s coherent enough to do so. You kiss him again, nipping on his bottom lip hard as you start to move. His hands are everywhere, your tits, your thighs, your back pulling you close so he can shove his tongue down your throat. You haven’t been at this long but you can feel the orgasm building right at the base of your spine, where lately it’s only hurt. It’s not long before Jason has a thumb on your clit and a nipple in his mouth. You hold him close to your chest as you bounce bounce bounce on his big dick.

“Fuck I'm gonna cum Jason. Please keep doing that.” You tilt your head back and grind yourself onto him, you’re so fucking close and you can feel from the way Jason’s pulsing inside of you he’s not too far off either. He pinches the nipple he doesn’t have in his mouth hard and that's enough to tip you over the edge, soaking his lap yet again as you cum. Thighs shaking tense as you clamp down on Jason’s length and he is right behind you. Filling you up to overflowing with his cum, messy as you both come down.

-

“JASON!” You’re frantic as you call for him,m knowing damn well he is not there. You can feel your water pool where you're standing in the kitchen. Of course the ONE DAY Jason has to go into work your water breaks. You reach for your phone that's ringing as you shift worriedly in your spot in the kitchen.

“What's wrong babygirl?” Jason’s on the other line, frantic, you can hear shouting in the back. It might be his boss but you’re starting to freak out and the first contraction hits and you wail. “Baby, talk to me, I can see you but the cameras don’t have microphones yet.”

“I- my water just broke Jas, I just had a contraction I need you here.” You’re crying, panicking and you can hear Jason huff and puffin your ear. He’s surprisingly calm on the other end as you sniffle into the phone, trying to remember those stupid breathing exercises you learned about in that Virtual birthing class you both took.

“I’m almost home love, can you get to the bag near the door?” You move, stiff and awkward but you’re moving. “Good job baby girl. Get to the bag by the door and I’m almost home. We'll get you to the hospital soon, promise.” You’re taking those deep breaths as you waddle to the door.

“Jas, how are you almost home? It takes 20 fucking-” you gasp as you feel another twinge and take big gulps of air. “You’re 20 minutes away if you take the train.” You’re puzzled as you hear him breathing heavy through the line.

“I just ran. It’s faster.” You nearly drop the phone at that.

“You did not! Jason! You are going to die!” You’re laughing and you can hear his footsteps pounding, you’re at the go bag by the door and you try to bend over to pick it up and nearly fall over. You’re still not fucking used to being this big. The door slams open as you’re resting against the wall bag as your feet and ruined clothes. Jason's there, your man, your creepy fucking neighbor who spied on you and now got your pregnant. He’s sweaty, he really did run all the way from work for you and the thought makes you want to laugh and cry at how much you fucking love him. But then another contraction hits and you're crying out in pain again. He’s picking up the bag at your feet before he’s helping you step into some slides and gently ushering you down the stairs to Estelle's car that is waiting to take you to the hospital.

One Epidural and 14 hours of labor later you have your baby girl, Delilah Stella Roberts, sleeping against your chest and Jason is trying not to cry as she has him already wrapped around her finger.

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