#I WANNA CUDDLE WITH HER AND KISS HER AND JUST GIVE HER ALL THE LOVE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!SHE DESERVES IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!💝💞💟🌸💋🌷💟💘💖💟💙

[rekino2114]

Aira and momo with a sleepy/burned out MS/O that falls asleep on them after a busy day but his group chat keeps calling and texting for him to get on the game but Aira and momo text his chat this

(I couldn't find one of aira)

Falling asleep on momo and aira

A/n:I think from now on I'll do one post of my new fandoms every week to avoid them being left without any posts for a while. I chose to do this cause I liked the request and the picture that came with it

Momo ayase

"...hey y/n....you ok over there?"

Momo looked away from her phone and directed her gaze at your body laying down on the carpet

"..........no"

"Oh"

"I'm tired

"I....can see that, why don't you take a nap?"

"That's what I'm trying to do"

"On the floor?"

"I'm too tired to get up and go to bed"

She narrowed her eyes and looked at you with a slightly annoyed expression

"Really? You can't be that tired"

"yesterday I had to study for a test and then work at my part time job......and then today you dragged me shopping....all day"

"Now don't make it seem like it's my fault"

"No, it's just mine, I should have organized my time better, still I don't really regret it"

Momo tilted her head confused

"Why?"

"I worked the shift yesterday cause you told me you wanted to go shopping.....I thought I could buy you something nice"

"....wait....so you only had the money cause you worked the day before!? The only reason why I accepted that you pay was cause I thought you had more to spend"

"....you just seemed so happy to finally pick up new clothes, I thought I should at least do something nice, I wanna be a good boyfriend"

Momo didn't know how to react to that, on one hand she wanted to call you out for doing something so stupid but the tiredness was probably enough punishment for now, plus she did genuinely feel touched that you were willing to do that for her. So she just sighed, put her phone away, and fully turned to face your face down figure

"You're really an idiot you know? I can pay for my own stuff"

"Yeah it's just-"

"No, it's fine I hope you learned your lesson by this, just come here now"

You raised your head and saw momo blushing, holding her arms out to you in an invitation to a hug

"Hm?"

"The least I can do to pay you back is give you some cuddles to help you relax, it's obvious you need it"

"............really?"

"Obviously, now come here before you collapse again"

You smiled and tried your best to get up and walk on your two feet, you only managed a couple of steps before you fell down right on top of momo, she blushed even more before hugging you back and placing your head on her shoulder

"Thank you....you're warm and comfy, much better than the floor"

"I would hope so, just relax and take a nap, I'll put on headphones so I don't disturb you"

"I love you so much"

Momo's smile widened as she kissed your forehead she couldn't deny that you looked cute sleeping on her shoulder

"I love you too, just sleep now I'm not dealing with sleep deprived y/n for another day"

You fell asleep almost immediately while momo continued to use her phone. However, she soon noticed a distracting noise, a notification sound that she was sure didn't come from her own phone

She looked around and very quickly found yours placed on the couch, picked it up and gained a disappointed face once she saw the many messages from your group chat asking you to join the online game

"Seriously? Now? Don't they know in what state he's in?"

She was about to just ignore the messages before she got an idea. She wanted to tease you a bit, so she smiled and took a selfie of her with her tongue out and you sleeping on her shoulder with the caption "sorry bros he can't text in the groupchat rn, he needs his nappies" before sending it

She giggled at all the bewildered responses and switched the phone to silent mode and pushing you even closer to her

You eventually woke up from the nap and immediately smiled at momo once you saw her

"Good morning, sleep well?"

"You have no idea. Who knew a single nap your girlfriend's shoulder could make up for all the tiredness"

"I hope you're not gonna start to work even more to get more cuddles"

"Eh, who knows"

You and momo shared a kiss before you fully got up and stretched your arms. You noticed that your phone was really close to momo, but shrugged that off and grabbed it anyway

"Eh? Why die I get so many messages?"

Hearing that momo looked in your direction and smiled smugly seeing your face heat up

"M-momo!? Why did you send the picture?"

"I had to make sure they knew exactly what you were doing and why you couldn't text back, if you ask me you should be thanking me for not leaving them hanging"

"Was the picture really necessary though?"

"You looked cute like that, I had to take a picture"

You blushed even more as more messages started to come in, embarrassing you even more

"They're gonna ask me so many questions.... it was definitely worth it for the cuddles though"

"Hehe, I'm glad we agree"

Aira shiratori

You had lost count of how many times you yawned just in this past hour but it certainly couldn't have been just a few judging on how much you wanted to smash your head against the computer and sleep right there

However, it seemed like the opposite happened, and your writing was interrupted by the laptop closing missing your fingers by just a few inches, when you looked up the reason became obvious: the familiar pink haired girl glaring at you with an annoyed expression

"Don't tell me you're still studying!?"

"I was before you tried chopping my fingers off"

"You told me you'd be done half an hour ago"

"Sorry....I guess i overestimated my abilities, I promise I'll be done soon though"

"That's what you said last time too"

".....I know but-"

"No!"

Aira suddenly got incredibly close to you. She started inspecting your face with both her eyes and hands, completely disregarding your personal space, not that you'd complain anyway

"You are not studying a second more! Don't you see what it did to you? You have bags under your eyes, and you're acting like a zombie. Don't get me wrong you're still as handsome as always but you definitely need a break"

"But-"

"And more importantly you've been ignoring your beautiful girlfriend all day! Do you really think studying is more important than spending time with me?"

"No definitely not aira, trust me if I could spend all day with you and not studying I would, but this assignment is due tomorrow, and I procrastinated, so I gotta do it today"

"But today isn't even close to being over, you're taking a break!"

"I-"

Before you could protest, aira gripped your arm with surprising strength, especially considering she wasn't even in her yokai form

"And I'm not taking no as an answer"

she dragged you all the way to the couch and basically pushed you there after she herself sat down, a much less shocking action considering that your tiredness made it hard to resist what happened

"There now I get to cuddle you and you get to take a break it's a win-win"

Aira shifted your positions so that now you were laying on her body, your head on her shoulder and her arms around your torso

".......why do you have to be so comfortable?"

Aira gasped sounded exaggeratedly offended

"Are you saying you don't wanna cuddle with me!?"

"No, the opposite in fact it's just that if we stay like this for too long I'll forget that I have to study"

"Who cares about that? I'm way more important than some stupid assignment, I'll just come up with an excuse for the teacher, he'll definitely believe me"

"......fine....thank you"

"Don't mention it cutie, now just go ahead and take a beauty sleep there, maybe if you take a nap on someone as beautiful as me you will wake up even more beautiful, not that you need it"

You laughed and nuzzled even more in aira's shoulder, and as you felt her lips hit your cheeks, you closed your eyes and fell asleep

Aira continued stroking your hair and muttering about how cute you looked while sleeping when she was interrupted by a frankly very annoying sound even if, in that moment, anything that wasn't your adorable snoring seemed annoying to her

She scanned the room and very quickly found the source of the noise, your phone left on the table near the couch, she grabbed it and her annoyance grew as she found out that the noise were notifications from your groupchat

"How insensitive! Y/n is working hard, and they're just out there having fun. Obviously, he can't join he's actually taking school seriously"

As another notification appeared, you seemed to stir in response, not wanting to wake you up. aira wanted to immediately put the phone on silent, but she stopped herself when she got an idea

".....I think they need to be taught a lesson, I bet they'll be so jealous"

She grabbed the phone and took the selfie before smugly sending it and silencing the phone

When you woke up, you found aira staring almost directly in your eyes

"Good morning darling, I was right you look even more handsome than before"

Aira started kissing your face repeatedly causing you to fully wake up with a smile

"By the way and you might want to check your phone. Your friends were constantly texting you and I answered"

"Oh OK thanks"

When you said that you saw aira's face change into a more teasing look and that flirtatiousness increasing even more when she saw your reaction to the message she sent

"......aira?"

"Yes darling?"

"I have just one question.....why?"

"Well I just thought they needed to see concrete proof that you couldn't join under any circumstances......plus I just wanted to see them jealous that you get to cuddle the most beautiful girl...and it seems I was successful"

"......you better help me talk to them tomorrow"

"Anything for you~"

[writingdarling]

hii could i request the kc li’s x a s/o who loves them so much they start bawling their eyes out like full on SOBBING. like they could be idk cuddling or even just kissing and the reader would just start BAWLING while going on a rant about how much they love them.

if you do it, THANK YOU

i LOVE, LOVE, LOVE SILLY READERS HEHEHEE

Killer Chat L.I's x Crying!Reader

Content Warnings: Violence, Blood, Mentions of Injury,

Ronin

It’s a normal night in for the two of you

Ronin having just gotten back from a stress relieving murder and you having just stepped out the shower

Ronin walks in the bedroom, sweaty, blood splatter all over his clothes, but he smiles softly at you, pressing a kiss to your cheek as he passes you to get to the bathroom

“Need’a clean up. You look nice, see ya’ in a min.”

It domestic in a fucked up way that makes you wanna cry

Which is what Ronin finds you doing on the bed when he finally gets out of the bathroom, his newly washed clothes dropping onto the floor with a wet sound as he stares at you

“What the fuck ? What happened ?!”

“I really fucking love you, you fucking insane demon ! WAHHHH-”

You somehow start to cry harder

“What.”

Ronin slides onto the bed next to you, disbelief on his face

“Sorry, is lovin’ me so bad that you’re having a breakdown over it or some- Hey !”

You tackle him and start sobbing into his shoulder

“NO IT’S GOOD I JUST GET CUTENESS DEPRESSION AND I’M SOBBING CAUSE I LOVE YOU WAAHHHHHH-”

“WHAT THE FUCK IS CUTENESS DEPRESSION ???”

It’s the first time you ever cried about loving him too much

It’s not the last time

You two could be playing Mario Kart or something and suddenly you’re tearing up because he looks so happy winning 

“Are you crying again ?”

“I love youuuuuUUUuuUuuUuUUuuuUUUUUuuuUUuuUU~”

“Yeah, love ‘ya too.”

Angel

Angel had offered to do your makeup and vice versa

She had done yours earlier, her touch featherlight as she brushed on your eyeshadow

And now you were doing hers, you on her lap and her head in your hands

It’s been awhile since you had moved and Angel had assumed you were just deciding between colours or something so she had just opened one eye to check on you-

Anndddd your crying in her lap looking like a kicked puppy

“Babe ?!! Why are you crying ??! Wait are you in pain, did something poke you, did you cut yourself on something-”

“You’re so pretty and I love you so much and- and- and- ANGEL !”

You sob into her shoulder and Angel, half-done makeup Angel, just held you, still confused as hell

It takes awhile until you calm down and Angel finds out that, yeah, your ok, it’s just how you express very intense emotions

Does it kinda freak her out when you just start sobbing during cute moments between the two of you ? 

Yes, but she also loves you a lot so she just finds it endearing most of the time 

“Babe ?”

“...Yeah ?”

“Are you crying again ?”

“YeAhH.”

“I’ll go get you some water and tissues ok ?”

“I love you so much.”

Misaki 

It’s been a chill night for the two of you, with Misaki messing around with her phone and you playing animal crossing on the tv

Misaki only looked at you for a moment, eyes darting away from the screena dn then back again-

And then they fully face you when she sees your eyes filled with tears, looking at them like they had just been pronounced dead

“WHAT, WHY ARE YOU CRYING WHAT HAPPENED.”

Before you can even get a word out Misaki is already pulling you into a tight hug and just rubbing your back, though you can tell by her heartbeat that they are quite literally freaking the fuck out

“Misaki, love, holy shit I love you, I’m so glad Ronin is a fucking asshole and invited me onto the server even though he knew I was a writer even though he did give me heart attacks for days on end at first because I met you and I love you and I wanna- be- with you- waaAAHHHHHH-”

Misaki goes from stressed, to confused to kind of touched and then stressed again because you haven’t inhaled in a hot minute-

You start crying around them more, usually during the quiet moments where you two are just enjoying each other's company

“...Misaki-”

“BABE YOU’RE CRYING !?”

“I love youuuuuuuu~”

I love you too but that can’t be healthy for your tear ducts.”

Sometimes if you say something particularly sappy, Misaki starts tearing up too and you two just sob together in each other's arms

It’s very romantic

V

It’s the end of date night for you and V

He had taken you out sightseeing and shopping in London, his warm hand holding your own as the two of you walked on the busy streets, every so often you’d tugged on him to stop as you gazed at every little thing you found interesting

It had been a very productive day

He had just tucked you into bed beside him, turning for a moment just to turn off his bedside lamp before V heard sniffling

Wondering whether you may have caught a cold during your day out he turns-

As sees big fat tears just rolling down your cheeks while you gaze at him with the most lovestruck face he’s ever seen in his life

It’s not very often you see V become surprised, but the way his mouth drops open in a panic makes you laugh even through the tears

“Are you alright my love ? Are you in pain ? Should I dial-”

“No, no, it’s…I love you so much and I’m so grateful that you chose me and that I get to spend all this time with my favouritest person in the world and- Holy shit V I love you.”

You basically throw yourself into his arms while V himself just feels his whole face getting flushed

After that, V asks whether you should see a doctor because he knows that crying when professing feelings of intense love is definitely not normal and even though he loves you and finds it endearing he is slightly wondering whether you might need some mental evaluation-

You shrug him off and say you’ve always cried when you feel intense feelings of love

That somehow does not reassure him but he lets the topic die for now

After that, he just makes sure you have a lot of tissues and a lot of water whenever you’re with him, because he knows you’ll end up sobbing on him while babbling about how much you love him

(He loves it, trust)

The reason theres a big time gap between this one and the first one I uploaded is cause I fell asleep sorry lol

[mwahbabe]

cat hybrid reader with chloe would be sooooo 😍 wow your mind

claws

pairing: chloe price x fem!reader

mdni, fluff, slight nsfw, idc what yall say about this.

a/n: i put some cat ears on and i never felt so cute, i felt like me.

⋆ ࣪. being chloes cat girlfriend is the best dynamic, you being nocturnal like her and sleep all day, and go and cause chaos with her at dead of night.

⋆ ࣪. loveessss to nap with you, and so do you. you cuddle right up to her chest smothering her, your ears often getting in her mouth.

⋆ ࣪. chloe loves that you chose her and you’re only affectionate with her and nobody else, and how you’re rude to mostly everyone else.

⋆ ࣪. you love getting right in her personal space, if she’s on her laptop you’re climbing on her lap and laying your head in her shoulder and taking a nap right there. or when she’s in the middle of cooking you’re in her face demanding cuddles and chloe has to push you out of the way before the food burns. then she would have to deal with you being grumpy because you were hungry.

⋆ ࣪. although chloe thinks you’re an absolute shithead when you suddenly decide to bite her or catch an attitude with her when you were being snuggly and sucking up to her for attention only a minute ago.

⋆ ࣪. “babe chill out. what’s the problem?” you just sigh and turn away from her, on your phone and in a huff over god knows what.

⋆ ࣪. chloe knows by now you’ll be all over her in the next second, apologising and giving her those big eyes. “i’m sorry chloe.. i love you. you’re the best.”

⋆ ࣪. she rolls her eyes and smiles giving your ears some scratches making you purr involuntarily, “yeah i know you do. you little shit”

⋆ ࣪. chloe stroked your hair and ears as you lay ontop of her in bed, you slowly looked up at her, she gave you a smile, her thumb stroking your cheek “hey pretty kitty. you good?” you lean up to her face and chloe assumes you’re going for a kiss, before you suddenly bite her thumb causing her to yelp softly and pull her hand back, your little fang marks were all over her arms and hands, she loved you to death but man you were an asshole sometimes. “dude what the fuck? bad kitty.” she said in a tone that honestly made you wanna do it again. your pupils are big now and you grin. “no.” she warns. you go to chomp on her hand but you miss. making chloe laugh this time. “nice try babe.”

⋆ ࣪. when you’re not being a shit, you’re the absolute cutest ever, chloe smothers you in kisses whenever she can, on your forehead specifically, or back between your ears on your head. your lazy days where you two just sleep for hours and then get up only to eat and then you’re back in bed, if she gets up to pee or get a drink you follow her, “where you going? what are we doing?” “dude i’m peeing get out.” “fine then i guess you hate me.” you huff and step out of the bathroom to give her privacy, a word you don’t know well.

⋆ ࣪. in your world, chloe belongs to you, not the other way around, you marked her and your scent is all over her so now she’s yours. as if chloe thinks otherwise.

⋆ ࣪. she’s really the only one that can keep up with you, you’re up until 4am and then you’re still asking “where are we going next?” the only time you go to sleep is after chloe has dragged you home and put you in bed.

⋆ ࣪. but you’re her girl, her kitty girl and chloe loves you and would fight tooth and nail for you, while you would fight claw and fangs for her.

[slutsenpai]

両面宿儺 ⸻ he’s a softie × ryōmen sukuna

your big, tough husband refuses to admit that he’s a softie when it comes to you ..

request summary. heian era!sukuna and his wife, that one day they start to suspect there is a thief in the palace but discover it’s just a mother cat stealing food for her kittens. sukuna decides the cat must be punished by killing it, but the reader does not allow this and decides to raise it and its children. later, sukuna begins to soften and loves the cat, feeding it and petting it.

content. no warnings, all fluff … also I didn’t do any research on the heian era, this story is just for sillies !!

“one of our servants has been stealing from the kitchen.” sukuna grumbles, settling into bed with you. you give him a forehead kiss and rest your head on his warm, broad chest, tracing small circles on his skin with your fingertips.

“you probably aren’t feeding them enough.” you offer, and sukuna scoffs. “I spend more money on my servants than anyone in this entire country. because of you, might I add.”

you place your chin on his shoulder and he turns to face you, looking at your cute pout before giving you a soft kiss.

“they’re people, sukuna.”

“tch.”

“I’ll look into it. they’re more receptive to me.”

⋯

it didn’t take very long to find the culprit, and sukuna’s staff was relieved. they were all deathly afraid of the consequences if someone had been stealing from their lord. luckily for them, the thief was a very rotund, all black female cat that was found in the grain storehouse.

you loved the cat as soon as you saw her, meowing up at you and sprawling out like she owned the place. you named her sumi (with the kanji for ink) because of her silky black coat. sumi looked relatively well taken care of, and it didn’t take you long to realize that she was more than likely pregnant.

you left sumi at the storehouse and went into the village to buy cat supplies, humming sweetly as you carried out your tasks. sukuna was out when you returned home, so you set up a small bed and some dishes for her in the kitchen. your kitchen was massive with plenty of sunlight, opening up into the other living spaces, so you thought it would be the best place for now.

“what the hell is that thing?” ah, here it comes.

“don’t be silly, kuna.” you teased, giving sumi a head pat. she purred and leaned into your hand.

he huffed, knowing his question was stupid. “okay, then why the hell is that thing in my estate?”

“I found your thief.”

sukuna looked genuinely disgusted as he looked down at the little pet. “that is what has been stealing from our grain reserves? how can you be sure? even so, that’s just more of a reason to kill it.”

“sukuna! don’t say that.” you pouted up at him and he softened, feeling a bit guilty for being cruel in your presence.

“we’ve discussed this — no pets. neither of us has the time.”

“I know, kuna, but she’s pregnant.”

sukuna recoiled, already knowing what was coming next.

“no, absolutely not.”

you were on your knees since you were sat with sumi, so you dramatically crawled over to your husband with your best puppy eyes, placing your small hands on the back of his muscular calves, looking up at him like he owned the entire world.

“we don’t have to keep her, I just wanna see the kittens. please, kuna? please?”

how could he ever say no to you?

thus your big, broody husband caved to your whims. he completely ignored the cat and refused to let her into your private chambers. he haughtily brushed away any cat hairs that he found with a scowl, and had the maids dust and sweep twice as much as usual.

a few days after you had taken sumi in, the kittens arrived! you squealed upon seeing them in the morning, all cuddled up to their mother and fast asleep. you knew better than to touch them right away, but you had your morning tea and happily watched them as you sat in the kitchen.

luckily, some of your maids were willing to help you clean up the birth mess after sumi and her three kittens were settled. sukuna stirred after you, making his groggy entrance into the kitchen.

“hi, pretty girl.” he said softly, coming up behind you to wrap his arms around you, kissing the top of your head and resting his face in your neck.

“morning, baby.” you kissed his forearms, exhaling contently as he held you.

a loud meow interrupted you, and sukuna froze. he huffed a small annoyed breath, turning to look at the mama kitty. “oh. they’re here.” he remarked, only slightly interested.

“I’m going to make breakfast; I told the chefs to take the day off so we could keep the kitchen clear.” you busied yourself with cooking and to your surprise, sukuna inched his way towards sumi. he knelt down to look at her and the kittens for a few quiet moments, and the cats didn’t seemed bothered by him.

you snuck a glance and caught your husband gently placing his index finger on the top of sumi’s head, patting her ever so slightly with just his fingertip. you giggled at the sight and how his massive size made the cats look even smaller than they already were.

it took weeks of warming up, but sukuna eventually showed affection to sumi and her kittens. you thought it was the cutest, sweetest thing ever. he didn’t exactly hide it, but you could tell he felt awkward and didn’t want you to think he was soft. which is funny, because being “soft” is very attractive to you.

he would pet the kitties any time they approached him, which was usually in the morning or when he came back home. they still always preferred you, of course, but it was nice to see him opening up a bit.

if sukuna was ever awake earlier than you, the cats would already be fed by the time you made it into the kitchen. you knew it wasn’t your servants feeding them because you had never assigned the task to anyone.

the cats would also hop onto his lap from time to time, and just one of his thighs was more than big enough for multiple kitties to lay on, including sumi. he was always so warm, so you and the cats always wanted to cuddle up to him.

it broke your heart to give the cats away, but it had to be done. honestly, the experience made you love sukuna even more, even if he was disagreeable at first. and strangely enough, seeing him like that kind of made you want a baby …

先輩 ⸻ written by senpai with love

notes. thank u so much for the request @reree22222 !! I hope u like it :3 and requests are still open!

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[ttsukiimi]

*ੈ✩‧₊˚ F⍣CK HER ‘TILL SHE SORE!

★ 𝐬𝐲𝐧𝐨𝐩𝐬𝐢𝐬 ⎯ He’s not addicted to your cũnt—he swears. He swears even as he’s forced the fourth ōrgasm out of you tonight; and there’s more to come.

★ 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 ⎯ gojo x fem!reader, toji x fem!reader, choso x fem!reader, nanami x fem!reader, smut (mdni), tit play, multiple örgasms, size difference (choso), slight còckwarming (nanami), reader referred to as (princess, baby, doll, good girl)

✧･ﾟ𝓖. 𝓢 ✧･ﾟ

Gojo didn’t even know how he even initially found himself inside you—it was like one second he was cuddling closer to you as his eyes glued to the tv, then another your leg was hoisted over his waist as he jerked his hips into you repeatedly. Was it his fault? Had he begged you to let him put just the tip in? Yes.

But you had given in, and that in its own was your mistake.

“Stay still, princess, wanna give it to you good,” he whispered in your ear, the way his shaky breath fanned past your neck causing goosebumps to bloom on your skin. You nodded, though it wasn’t a promise, and tried to take each passionate thrust of his girth he gave to you.

You were clutching the couch pillow for dear life, whining as you felt euphoria rock through you so pleasurably for the umpteenth time that night. The movie playing had long been forgotten—only serving as background noise, and to Satoru a nuisance since the sounds drowned out your heavenly moans.

He huffed into the skin of your neck, determined to now make you louder, and a hot slap landed on your left cheek, effectively coaxing a loud yelp from your lips. “Mh—!”

And you were sensitive by then, his seed dripping from your battered cunt, your body shivering and thighs quivering, but even then he was set on urging one last orgasm out of you.

Or two.

Hell, he couldn’t even promise it wouldn’t be three. But he just needed to stay inside of you.

Satoru’s hands came up from behind you before they latched onto your chest, groping your tits as he muttered lewd words in your ear.

“You like when I fucking play with these pretty tits, hm?” He kissed your shoulder, and you felt a smile form against your skin as the only thing you could let out was a weak whine—too drunk on his dick to speak. Satoru groaned at the sound, his lips finding your pulse point as he spoke.

“Always so dumb once I get inside you,”

✧･ﾟ𝓒.𝓚✧･ﾟ

Choso doesn’t have an exact idea of why he loves being buried inside you so much; perhaps it’s the way you sound, the way you feel, or the way you look—tears in your eyes and all—but he does know that he’d die happy if that meant he was inside you in his last moments.

And he absolutely adores every minute that he is.

Because with how much your greedy cunt is pulsing around him, and your manicured nails are scratching red lines down his back, Choso thinks he’s really found heaven. Right between your legs.

“Baby, slow down, Cho,” you whined, your sight obscured with tears though you could still make out the image of his sculpted body over yours, and he’s so big compared to you.

Sometimes he might forget that—but could you blame him though? Anyone would forget about some mere size difference when inside your addictive pussy, and he proved to be that anyone.

Choso leaned forward, and in the process his hair fell forward, framing both yours and his face. His hands ventured up your body and found their place on your chest, squeezing the meleable flesh.

“‘S okay, you can take it,” he mumbled, pressing a quick kiss to your lips, uncaring of the slight drool dribbling from the side of your mouth. With each thrust the course hairs at his base tickled your clit, stimulating you in a way that felt so good your whole body was quivering with pleasure.

“Just..one more, baby,”

✧･ﾟ𝓝.𝓚✧･ﾟ

Sometimes Nanami finds himself wondering just what you do to him, how you’ve changed him in ways he couldn’t himself in the past years you’ve been together. He can't help but smile when he sees your infectious smile, and he melts when he hears your sweet laugh.

But, above all, you've created an addiction in him. One that he seems to think about every waking moment; even at work, and that’s new territory for him.

What’s worse is that you know. Always teasing him about how pussy drunk he is, how he’d really do anything just to be inside you—not like he’s denying that—but he can’t retaliate with the way the tips of his ears burn pink. So, he’ll prove it.

“Kento, what’re you—“ you cut yourself off with an uneven breath, eyes rolling to the back of your head in tandem with the way he pushes himself into you.

His strong arms are wrapped around you, keeping you in place, but he strangely doesn’t begin to move. The reason being—well, he’s testing himself. His resolve, his patience by not moving a single inch, even while being compressed by your tight warmth.

Which is proving to be a challenge already for Nanami.

“Proving to you that ‘m not—“ he halts, groaning and gritting his teeth as you slightly shift, causing a grin to flourish on your face.

“That you’re not what?” you retort, pushing your hips back onto him, taking him in deeper than he already was. Your hand reaches back and caresses his face, cooing above his lips. “Know you wanna move. ‘M not stopping you either, ken.”

You’re so close to his lips Nanami could move an inch and they’d touch, but he won’t, of course. But…when you’re fucking yourself on his cock, moaning out for him to hear, to tease him, Nanami thinks maybe there isn’t anything to prove.

Maybe he is drunk on your pussy.

✧･ﾟ𝓣.𝓕✧･ﾟ

Toji knows of his slight compulsion towards your pussy. His tendency to always want to be inside is truly something that needs to be studied—because there’s absolutely no way his sex drive should be this significant.

Admittedly, he is aware of his addiction, but will he take any action to try to change his behavior? No. That then becomes your problem to tackle, but you have the perfect solution.

“A what?” Toji mumbled, licking the scar on his lip as he creased an eyebrow upwards in confusion. You were sat on his lap, your arms looped around his neck and you began to speak.

“A Sex ban, Toji.” you attempted to suppress your grin when you saw the confusion on his face only deepen, and a big hand came to cup your cheek, forcing you to look at him.

“‘M not for all your little games today, doll. Got a mission tomorrow and y’know what that means.” he sighed, his free hand holding your waist, slowly sliding to the waistband of your shorts and beginning to pull them down.

“But, really baby, we—you need a break.” you protested, but just couldn’t counter back with the way his rough and thick fingers were already playing with your folds, gathering your essence.

Quickly, his lips were on yours and that shut you up, which gave him time to free himself from his sweats and enter you in one, swift motion.

He wasted no time in holding your hips and bouncing you up and down on his cock, a smug smirk on his lips as he looked at the way your eyes rolled back in pleasure. You weren’t one to talk about a sex ban when you could hardly even let him go on a mission for more than 2 days without complaining about how much you missed him and his magic dick.

“Now ya just be quiet and take what I give you, yeah?” he breathed in your ear as his big hands groped your tits, fingers playing with your hardened nipples. The pleasure coursed throughout your body so deliciously, already causing your thighs to begin quivering and your pussy pulsed around him, greedy to suck him dry.

“Good girl,”

[drewsephrry]

Love Island - Episode 6: Handle with Care

series masterlist

pairings: rafe cameron x fem!reader

words: 6.1k

warnings: cuss words, sexual innuendos, alcohol consumption

The sun rises over the villa and as the lights flicker on, a new day begins. Groans echo around the room as the islanders squint and shield their eyes from the brightness. Cleo gives JJ a shove as he's sprawled halfway over the pillow barrier. Sarah giggles as John B keeps her tucked against him and Kelce checks Maddy out as she gets up to grab her hoodie.

Rafe rubs the sleep from his eyes and turns to find Y/N curled up in a tight ball, eyes half-lidded and heavy. He frowns slightly and scoots closer.

“Good morning.” He murmurs, voice still rough from sleep.

“Morning.” She replies, voice faint and slow, like it took effort to speak.

“You alright? Sleep okay?” He asks, his tone gentle as he reaches over to rub her arm.

“Yeah. Fine.” Her answer is quick, almost mechanical. She sits up slowly, stretching a little before resting her head on Rafe’s shoulder.

“You sure?” He whispers again. She gives a small nod, pulling her knees to her chest. Rafe doesn’t push, just wraps an arm around her and presses a kiss to her temple, before tuning into the conversation the guys are starting across the room.

Y/N fidgets with a loose thread on the blanket, half-listening as Sarah starts recounting a wild dream involving a tango-dancing surfer lobster. The room gradually wakes up as everyone begins getting ready for the day. The boys head outside for coffee and a workout while the girls make their way upstairs.

“So…” Cleo starts, rifling through her bikinis. “Did anyone kiss or cuddle their new matches last night?”

Sarah lets out a sneaky giggle as she dabs on some concealer.

“I…well, John B and I cuddled. And…I kissed him.”

The room erupts with cheers. Well, most of it.

“Oooh, how was it, girlie?” Kiara grins.

“It was sweet. Soft. Really cute.” Sarah beams as the others nod approvingly. Maddy ties her bikini top and steps over to the mirror.

“And you, Miss Maddy?” Kiara smacks her lightly on the butt. Maddy laughs and swats her hand away.

“We just cuddled. He said he didn’t wanna rush things.”

“Aww!” the girls chorus.

“If a guy told me that, I’d jump his bones.” Alyssa adds, making everyone laugh.

“No, really, it was sweet. I liked that.” Maddy says with a soft smile. “But…I did hear giggling from your bed, Aly…”

Alyssa smirks.

“Topper’s got jokes. What can I say?” Her raised eyebrow says more than her words.

“Are we talking about the same Topper?” Kiara furrows her brows.

“Just spill already!” Sarah exclaims, leaning in.

“We just cuddled.” Alyssa insists, hands up. “I swear.”

“Boring!” Cleo teases and laughter fills the room. Y/N smiles faintly as she braids her hair, though something in her expression is dimmer than usual. It doesn’t go unnoticed.

“Y/N, honey, you okay?” Sarah asks gently. The others pause and glance her way. The room stills a little. Y/N pauses mid-braid. She nods after a beat, her expression unreadable.

“Did something happen?” Kiara probes.

“If Rafe did something again, I swear-” Cleo starts, already rolling up her sleeves.

“No, nothing happened.” Y/N interrupts, her tone clipped. “Rafe and I are fine.” She replies, rifling through her makeup bag. Sarah leans closer across the vanity, taking Y/N’s hand.

“We’re just worried, that’s all.”

Y/N takes a breath and nods, still not looking up.

“Thanks. I just…had a bad dream, that’s all.”

The girls nod in understanding, the energy in the room softening.

“Do you wanna talk about it?” Maddy offers softly.

“Not right now.” She shakes her head. The girls respect that, gently changing the subject as they go back to getting ready for the day.

Most of the girls are ready. Alyssa and Kiara have already headed downstairs, while the rest finish getting dressed, except for Y/N, who’s tearing through her wardrobe like it personally offended her.

“Fuck off.” She mutters, slamming the drawer shut.

The girls pause and look over.

“You, uh…need help?” Cleo asks, brows drawn together.

“No! I don’t!” Y/N snaps, her voice louder than intended. The room falls silent for a beat. Her shoulders drop as she closes her eyes and pinches the bridge of her nose. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to yell.”

“It’s fine.” Cleo says gently. “We all have bad days.” The others nod in quiet agreement.

The other girls nod, exchanging glances. Y/N lowers herself into her seat with a frustrated sigh, pulling her jewelry box into her lap like a distraction. But Maddy notices the tremble in her hands.

“Hey.” She says softly, coming to stand beside her. “Let’s just pause for a second, okay?” She slowly slides the jewelry box out of Y/N’s grip and sets it aside.

“Do you want me to do your hair?” Maddy offers, voice low and steady, like she’s speaking to glass. Y/N just nods, empty and detached.

Maddy gently unravels her half-finished braid and grabs the curling iron. Sarah kneels nearby, unsure whether to help or just stay close.

“Want a snack? Or something to drink?” Sarah asks, crouching beside her. “Snacks always help me.”

Y/N shakes her head, eyes locked on her own reflection. Her face crumples a moment later as tears begin to well.

“Hey, hey.” Cleo’s beside her in a second, rubbing her back as Maddy sets the iron down and sits on the other side. Y/N bites her lip to hold back the sobs, but it’s no use. She swipes at her face, trying to stop it.

“Y/N-” “I’m fine.” She cuts Maddy off, voice thick with tears.

“You don’t have to lie to us. It's okay.” Maddy says quietly, her hand resting on Y/N’s back.

Y/N tries to speak again but she can’t. She just shakes her head and gasps a little through the tightness in her chest.

“Just…can you…could you-”

“What do you need?” Sarah asks gently.

“Can you get Rafe?” She whispers, finally looking up. Sarah nods and bolts downstairs without a word.

Rafe’s in the kitchen, chatting with Pope as he makes coffee.

“You okay?” Pope asks as Sarah runs up.

“It’s Y/N.” Is all she says and that’s enough. Rafe drops the mug and rushes after her. He takes the stairs two at a time and swings open the makeup room door. His eyes go straight to her. Curled up, eyes red and hands trembling.

She hears the door and immediately stands. He meets her halfway, catching her as she collapses into his chest. Her fingers fist the front of his shirt like she’s anchoring herself to the only solid thing in the world.

He lifts her by the back of her thighs without a second thought, settling into her seat with her in his lap. Sarah gives Rafe a small nod before tugging Cleo and Maddy out, leaving the two of them alone.

Rafe holds her close, gently rocking her, murmuring quiet comforts. He doesn’t ask questions, just lets her cry.

“Breathe, baby. I’ve got you.” He whispers. She clutches tighter, silent tears wetting his shirt.

They sit like that for several minutes, no rush, no pressure. Just her falling apart and him being the net that catches her.

When her sobs fade into sniffles, he cups her face, coaxing her to look at him.

“Hey.” He whispers.

“Sorry.” She mumbles, eyes dropping to his chest. He frowns.

“Why are you apologizing?”

“I’m being dumb and emotional and…I ruined your shirt.” She says, gesturing at the small makeup stain.

“I don’t care about the shirt. And you’re not dumb. You're allowed to feel like this.” He says firmly. She hesitates, then looks down at her hand.

“My ring...I…My grandpa gave it to me. I’ve never taken it off. It’s stupid but…it meant everything.”

He nods, brushing his thumb along her arm.

“It’s not stupid. We’ll find it. I told you, I’ll tear the place apart if I have to.” He says, trying to make her smile.

“There’s more.” She says quietly. He nods again, waiting. “I had a dream. A bad one. Like, wake-up-sobbing bad. And I guess with the homesickness a-and the ring and everything else…it just hit me.”

“Hey.” He says again, gently. “It's okay to feel like this. But you're gonna be alright. You-We're gonna get through this.”

She looks down, fidgeting with his fingers. Her thumb finds the ring he wears and she clings to it.

“Thanks.” She whispers. He nods, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear.

“And I’m sorry I look like such a mess.” She adds with a tired smile.

“You’re beautiful. Always.” He replies without missing a beat. Her smile widens and she leans in to kiss him.

“You know, I…I just needed to see you.” She confesses. His brows pinch slightly.

“What do you mean?” He asks, confused.

“I mean…my chest was closing in and I felt the flood coming and all I could think was…I need Rafe. I needed you to help me calm down.”

His expression softens completely.

“You can always come to me.” He says. “Always. I’ve got you.”

She nods, her eyes welling again, but this time, not with panic.

Then Rafe sniffs the air, nose crinkling.

“Is something burning?” He asks, making Y/N’s eyes go wide.

“Oh my God!” She lunges to turn off the curling iron. He chuckles as she frantically checks it. She starts laughing too.

“Almost burned down the whole villa.” She says through a laugh. They sit together for a while longer, the energy slowly shifting back to calm.

“As much as I love seeing you in my hoodie.” He says, tugging at the hem. “We should get you ready for the day. Plus, you in a bikini? I…” Rafe bites his lip making Y/N snort.

“Wanna help me pick one?”

“Oh, God, yes.” He grins, jumping up like it’s the most important mission he’s ever had.

Confessional - Rafe “Seeing her cry? That…that broke me.” His voice is low and he swallows hard.

Hours later, Y/N and Rafe are sprawled out on one of the couches with JJ, Sarah and John B. Y/N is curled up beside Rafe, still in the white bikini he picked out for her earlier, her hair thrown messily into a claw clip. She sips on a glass of juice, her skin warm and glowing, a lot more herself than she had been earlier. The conversation drifts into old relationships, always a dangerous road.

“My last ex, Ted, broke up with me over text. On my fucking birthday.” Sarah says suddenly, almost laughing, but there’s a bite under it. Y/N's mouth drops open as the boys furrow their brows, thrown off.

“Shut up.” Y/N blurts, genuinely shocked. “What a dick!”

JJ, ever the clown, pitches his voice high to mock them. “Oh my god, totally!”

Sarah elbows him hard.

“Dude, it’s not funny!” Y/N says, turning serious fast. “That’s...messed up. He’s terrible.”

“How long were you two even together?” She asks, still processing it.

“Like…seven months?” Sarah says, almost casual, but there's something tight around her eyes.

“What did he even say?” John B asks, half-joking, trying to lighten it. “‘Happy Birthday, your present is I’m dumping you’?”

“Something close.” Sarah says with a dry laugh. “It was like, ‘Hey, hope you’re good. You’re awesome, but I’m not in the right place for a relationship. Also, happy birthday.’” She shakes her head, laughing at the memory now, but it’s brittle. Y/N reaches over instinctively, rubbing Sarah’s arm with soft sympathy.

“Oh, honey…” She says, low and real. Sarah waves her off with a little smile.

“I’m over it, seriously. Someone else go.” She looks around the group. There’s a beat of quiet. Y/N shrugs.

“Y’all know about my ex, so…” She trails off, taking a long sip from her drink. JJ fidgets, glancing at his flip flops. The shift in his energy is obvious.

“I…uhh…” He hesitates, then forces it out “My ex cheated on me.”

The group falls silent, all eyes snapping to him.

“Oh, J…” Y/N’s voice is soft, sad. He flinches.

“Don’t. Please. I don’t want…” He glances around, eyes flashing. “I don’t want pity. It’s just…it happened. It sucked, but whatever. I’m good.” He crosses his arms, the words stiff and defensive. John B catches the girls’ eyes and with a small nod, steers the conversation away.

“What about you, Rafe?” He asks lightly.

Rafe shifts, adjusting his sunglasses.

“Uhh…it was like a year ago?” He says, almost like he’s guessing. Sarah leans in, curious.

“What happened?”

Y/N turns toward him too, heart thudding a little. Rafe hadn’t said anything about his exes before inside the villa, not to her, not to anyone.

“Nothing.” Rafe says flatly, eyes flicking away. “Just fell apart, I guess.” He stares down at Y/N’s half-empty glass instead of meeting anyone’s eyes. “Want a refill?” He asks, nodding at it. Y/N shakes her head.

“No, I’m good.” She hesitates, watching him. His jaw is tight, his body stiff. “Are you?” She asks, her voice dropping low. Rafe’s brows pull together.

“Why wouldn’t I be?” He snaps, too fast. Y/N reaches out, brushing his bicep gently. He stiffens under her touch.

“I don’t know. You just seem...tense. I thought maybe all this talk was bringing back...bad memories or something.”

“I said I’m fine.” Rafe snaps, sharper this time.Y/N’s hand drops immediately. She draws back, hurt flashing across her face.

“Sorry.” She mumbles, her voice small, and turns back to Sarah, who’s already jumping into another ex story, trying to salvage the easy mood. Rafe exhales harshly and stands up without a word, striding toward the kitchen.

“What’s up with him?” Sarah whispers, glancing after him. Y/N watches him crack open the fridge, pulling out stuff for a protein shake like he’s desperate for something to do with his hands.

“I...I don’t know.” She says quietly. “Maybe all of this hit a nerve.”

The others fall back into banter, but Y/N keeps sneaking glances toward Rafe. He's sitting now with Topper and Kelce, but even from here, Y/N can see the way his shoulders are tense, the way he keeps fidgeting, jaw tight.

Confessional - Y/N “Like…why did he get up and leave?” Her voice cracks just slightly. “What did I say?”

Night falls quickly over the villa and the islanders get ready for another party in their little paradise. Everyone heads outside, grabbing drinks and splitting into groups. Y/N settles with the girls around the beanbags, her eyes occasionally drifting across the yard where Rafe sits by the firepit, deep in conversation with Pope. They haven’t spoken since he stormed out of their conversation earlier.

“You’re staring.” Cleo sing-songs, bumping her elbow into Y/N’s side and nearly knocking her off the beanbag. Y/N blinks and looks back at the group.

“You okay?” Sarah asks gently. Y/N nods quickly.

“Yeah, yeah. Just…” She hesitates, picking at the edge of her cup. “I feel like he’s avoiding me.”

The girls exchange glances.

“What?” Alyssa asks, clearly behind on the villa gossip.

“Earlier, everyone was talking about their exes and Rafe just…stormed out. Didn’t say anything, didn’t come back. Hasn’t said a word to Y/N since.” Cleo explains. “Catch up, Aly.” She snaps her fingers dramatically in front of Alyssa’s face. Alyssa wrinkles her nose and turns her attention back to Y/N.

“Maybe he just doesn’t wanna talk about it?” Alyssa suggests.

“I get that.” Y/N says, voice soft. “But he usually…I don’t know. He always compliments my dresses or asks which drink I want, even though they’re all the same. He always says something.”

The girls listen closely, their expressions thoughtful.

“I don’t think he’s avoiding you.” Maddy says. “I think that talk just stirred up some stuff for him. He’s probably just in his head. Give him some time.”

The others nod in agreement.

“That guy won’t last another hour away from you.” Kiara adds with a grin, making everyone laugh. Y/N smiles, feeling a little lighter. Cleo shifts, her tone careful.

“What about this morning…in the glam room? We didn’t get a chance to talk about it. Are you okay?”

Y/N leans into her, nodding.

“I just got overwhelmed. I’m sorry for snapping at you.”

“You don’t have to apologize. I just got worried about you.” Cleo says simply. Y/N smiles appreciative.

The conversation slowly shifts to Maddy and Kelce's connection, when a sudden ping cuts through the chatter. Everyone’s heads snap toward the firepit. Pope and Rafe stand frozen.

Pope fumbles for his phone, reading the screen before nearly spitting out his drink.

“I-I got a text!” He calls out, drawing everyone’s attention. The girls scramble off the beanbags to gather around as he clears his throat.

“‘Islanders, your group is about to grow tonight as two new bombshells are entering the villa. Please be on your best behavior for Abigail and Ryan and make them feel welcome. #thepartyisjuststarting #themorethebetter.’”

Gasps echo as everyone looks around, half in shock, half in excitement, until two new islanders stroll confidently through the flower-lined corridor.

“Oh my god.” Maddy breathes as Ryan and Abigail make their grand entrance, radiating the kind of energy that promises chaos.

Confessional - Cleo “Finally a new guy!” She laughs. She claps her hands, eyes wide with excitement.

The villa stirs as everyone rushes to greet them, the night suddenly feeling a whole lot less predictable.

The girls greet the newcomers with hugs, each introducing themselves with bright smiles. Sarah grabs two glasses and hands one to each of them. Ryan’s eyes catch Y/N standing a little apart from the group and he makes his way over to her.

“Hey, I’m Ryan.” He says, offering his hand.

“Y/N.” She replies, shaking his hand with a shy smile, her cheeks flushing pink.

“Pretty name for a pretty girl.” Ryan says and then immediately winces at himself. “That was awful, wasn’t it?” He takes a quick sip of his drink, trying to recover. Y/N laughs, nodding.

“It was really bad.” She agrees and he grins, his teeth gleaming under the villa lights.

From across the patio, Rafe watches the exchange, jaw tightening. In a few strides, he’s at Y/N’s side, casually slipping an arm around her waist possessively.

“Hey, man. Rafe.” He says, sticking out his hand.

Ryan shakes it without hesitation, matching his energy.

Y/N glances between the two of them, tension prickling at her skin. She shoots a quick, desperate look toward the girls. Maddy picks up on it immediately.

“Why don’t we all head over to the firepit? Get to know you guys a little better, yeah?” She suggests brightly, already tugging Abigail and a confused Cleo in that direction.

Everyone starts moving. Ryan steps aside, giving Y/N space to pass. She nods a quick thank you and gently slips from Rafe’s grip, hurrying to link arms with Sarah. Soon, everyone is gathered around the firepit.

Ryan and Abigail exchange a look and Ryan gestures for her to take the lead.

“Alright, I'm Abigail. Abby, Gail, Abs...Ginger, if you prefer.” She begins, then laughs softly. “Sorry, already getting ahead of myself. I'm 27, an interior designer and I'm from Ohio. My last relationship ended about a year ago and I think I'm finally ready to dip my toes back into the dating pool. But I'm probably boring you already, so…Ryan?” She trails off, earning smiles from the group. There’s something endearing about her, the way she speaks with such warmth and sincerity.

“Honestly, I could listen to you for hours.” Kiara beams and everyone laughs in agreement. Abigail grins, clearly flattered. She looks back at Ryan and he nods.

“Alright, uh…I’m Ryan, 23, from California. Been living in New York for the last couple of years. And I’ve been single for about two years now.” He laughs lightly. “I’m a model.”

“That’s why you look so familiar.” Y/N suddenly mutters. The group turns to look at her and she quickly clamps a hand over her mouth.

“Sorry, I just…you look so familiar and…” Her eyes widen. “Wait! You were in Sabrina Carpenter's music video!”

Everyone stares at her, confused, but Ryan’s face lights up in recognition.

“Yeah, yeah. Are you a fan of hers?” He asks, leaning in as if it’s just the two of them around the firepit. Y/N grins, clearly proud of herself.

“What are you talking about? 'Emails I Can't Send' went triple platinum in my apartment.” She jokes and the girls burst into laughter. Ryan chuckles along with them, but the guys are still left confused. Meanwhile, Rafe sits with his arms crossed, silently observing the exchange with an unreadable expression.

Confessional - Rafe “Who is that...Plumber? Carpenter?” He pauses. “And why is he sending her emails?”

“Okay...Ryan, what are you hoping to find in the villa?” Maddy asks, trying to steer the conversation in a new direction. He nods, grateful for the shift.

“Right. Umm...honestly, I hate being single. I’m looking for someone who matches my vibe, gets my humor. Someone who actually wants to understand me, like, really get to know me for who I am.” He explains and the girls nod along, listening closely.

The islanders continue to grill Ryan and Abigail, the chatter slowly dying down as they break into smaller groups. Kiara, Maddy and Topper take the lead, offering to show them around the villa. Rafe heads to the kitchen, grabbing another drink and that's when Y/N decides to follow, her steps slow but purposeful.

“Hey.” Her voice is soft, almost hesitant, as she watches him crack open a can of beer. He nods without looking at her, takes a long sip and the silence between them feels heavier with each passing second. Y/N can feel the frustration building in her chest.

“Are you okay?” She asks, her words a mix of concern and impatience.

“I'm fine, Y/N.” His tone is too casual, like he’s brushing her off and it only makes her more tense.

“Rafe…” She steps closer, her voice quiet but insistent. “We’ve been here before. Just…talk to me.” She feels the sting of his walls going up again, but she refuses to back down. He clenches his jaw, eyes on the condensation running down his drink.

“There’s nothing to talk about.”

“Bullshit.” Her voice cracks with frustration and his eyes snap up to hers, a flicker of surprise. “Something set you off earlier and now you're shutting me out. Again!” She feels the heat rise in her chest, the words tumbling out before she can stop them.

“And you know I had a shitty morning…” She steps closer, narrowing her eyes as she watches him. “And you…” Her words come out sharp, full of accusation.

“You did it again. Ignored me. Didn’t say a word. No explanation. Like I don’t even exist, until Ryan walked in.”

She watches his eyes shift, knowing he recognizes what she’s calling out.

“Just talk to me, Rafe.” She presses, her voice tight with pent-up frustration. “I'm right here. I want to be here for you. But how can I help if you keep shutting me out like this? How am I supposed to do anything if you don’t let me in?”

“What don’t you understand about me not wanting to talk about it?” He snaps, the tension thick in his words. His brow furrows, his hands clenching around his drink. “I didn’t ask for your help, okay? I’m not fucking needy like-” He stops himself mid-sentence, rubbing a hand over his face.

“Like me?” Her voice is barely above a whisper, the hurt slipping through despite her effort to control it.

“Y/N-”

"Is that what you were going to say?" She interrupts, her words cutting through the air, sharp and bitter. He steps toward her, but she takes a step back, her gaze dropping to her fingers, absently fiddling with the spot where her comfort ring usually sits.

“I’m sorry if I made this about me. That wasn’t my intention.” Her voice is small now, quieter than before, as if the fight has drained all the strength from her. “And if that’s how you feel…maybe…”

“Don’t.” His voice is low, a warning and he takes another step closer.

“You need space. You’ve made that clear today.” She says, her voice barely above a whisper.

“I don’t need space.” He retorts, frustration in his tone.

“Well, I do.” She murmurs, turning to walk toward Sarah. Rafe starts to follow but stops himself, exhaling sharply.

“Fuck.” He mutters under his breath, frustration pulsing through every word.

Confessional - Y/N “Really fucking shitty day.” She sniffles. “Like…the worst.”

Y/N curls up on the daybed, her eyes distant as John B and Sarah try to offer some comfort.

“I just can’t wait for this day to be over.” She mutters, absently fiddling with one of the pillows in her lap. Sarah gently rubs her arm, her voice soft.

“I know.” She whispers. “You know, for someone so sweet and quiet, you sure have a lot of drama going on.” She tries to lighten the mood and Y/N can’t help but smile, despite everything.

“Are you complaining?” She teases, glancing up at Sarah. Sarah chuckles, shaking her head.

“Not at all.”

“You’re keeping us entertained.” John B adds with a grin and the girls share a small, knowing laugh.

Just as the conversation starts to shift, Ryan suddenly stands up from the bean bags, cutting his chat with Alyssa short. He looks toward the daybed and whistles to get their attention.

“Anyone lose a ring?” He calls out and Y/N’s eyes widen. She immediately jumps up from the daybed, her dress swishing around her legs as she rushes toward him, her hands nervously clutching the fabric. Ryan holds out the ring and she stares at it in disbelief, letting out a sound that’s somewhere between a squeal and a whimper.

“Oh my god!” She exclaims, her eyes glued to the ring as though it could disappear at any moment. She looks up at Ryan, her heart pounding and without thinking, wraps her arms around his shoulders, pulling him down to her height. He freezes for a second, caught off guard, before instinctively wrapping his arms around her in confusion as she squeezes him tightly.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you!” She repeats, her voice cracking with relief and gratitude before pulling back, her hands still holding on to his arms. “You have no idea what this…I…” She struggles to find the words.

Ryan simply nods, a small, understanding smile pulling at his lips. She reaches out to take the ring from him, but he gently pulls his hand back.

“Let me.” He murmurs, his voice low and steady. He takes her hand carefully, sliding the ring onto her finger with a tenderness that catches her breath. The moment feels suspended in time.

Everyone else in the yard, even Cleo and Pope from the balcony, watches the scene unfold. From across the kitchen, Rafe’s jaw tightens, his fist clenching around the can of beer. He squeezes it too hard, the can crumpling in his hand, beer spilling down his pants.

“For fuck’s sake.” He mutters under his breath, the frustration barely contained.

“Easy there, dude.” Kelce calls out, noticing Rafe’s sudden tension, grabbing bag of chips.

Meanwhile, Y/N, still in shock, leans into Ryan for one more quick hug, thanking him over and over again, her voice shaking with emotion. She pulls back, a wide grin spreading across her face, before dashing back toward Sarah. With a squeal, she shows off the ring to both Sarah and John B, her fingers playing with it nervously as she gushes about it.

Confessional - Y/N She lifts her hand toward the camera, the ring glinting under the light. “It’s back.” She smiles. “Ryan is an actual lifesaver and I don’t even know the guy.”

And just when the islanders think their eventful night is over, a loud ping echoes through the yard.

“You gotta be kidding me!” JJ exclaims, looking at Abigail, who glances at him in confusion. Rafe pulls out his phone and reads the text carefully.

“Islanders, the Hideaway is open tonight. Time to send one couple away for some special alone time. #spicytime #oneonone.” He reads aloud, then pockets his phone as the islanders cheer and run around excitedly. They gather around the kitchen.

“Okay, it definitely has to be you two.” Cleo suggests, pointing to Rafe and Y/N. Most of the islanders nod in agreement as the two exchange a long, silent stare. Y/N exhales deeply, shakes her head and looks back at the group.

“I…I think a different couple should go.” She says, fidgeting with her ring, a habit no one misses. Cleo furrows her brows, noticing the tension between them, and sighs.

“Okay, but please, don’t send me and JJ, that’s all I’m asking!” Cleo raises her hands in surrender and steps back, making everyone chuckle.

“Oh come on, ‘baby.’ You know you want us to be alone.” JJ teases, leaning in for a kiss. Cleo pushes him away with a disgusted noise.

“Okay, in all seriousness, who do you think should go?” Maddy asks, looking around, but everyone seems as clueless as she is. Pope scratches the back of his neck.

“I mean...me and Kiara are coupled up from the start, like Y/N and Rafe.” He says. Kiara’s eyes widen as she takes a sip from her drink.

“Yeah, I…I don’t think we’re ready for that…” She says quickly. The girls exchange questioning looks before turning to each other.

“What about...Kelce and Maddy?” Y/N suggests. Most of the group nods in agreement. Kelce looks at Maddy, crossing his arms and raising an eyebrow.

“What do you say, Mads?” Sarah asks and everyone turns to her. Maddy smiles nervously.

“If...if you guys are okay with that…then sure.” She says. The group cheers, agreeing. The girls hug Maddy tightly before pulling her upstairs to get ready.

Confessional - Kelce “We’re going to the hideaway, baby! Let’s fucking go!” He yells, fist-pumping the air.

“Oh my god!” Maddy exclaims, sinking into the vanity seat. “How the hell am I the one going to the Hideaway first?” She says, still shocked by the group’s decision. The girls laugh as they help her get ready. Cleo and Y/N look through their wardrobes for lingerie and cute clothes while Kiara redoes Maddy's hair. Meanwhile, Sarah, Alyssa and Abigail sip their drinks and joke about the night ahead.

“Can we please talk about Y/N and Rafe before I head out? I feel like I missed a few episodes there.” Maddy says, turning to Y/N, who is still focused on a lingerie set in her hands.

“We got into a fight.” Y/N mutters, showing Maddy the set. Maddy scrunches her nose, shaking her head as Y/N digs through her wardrobe for a different outfit.

“He was clearly upset earlier and I tried to ask him about it, comfort him, but he just...pushed me away.” Y/N explains and the girls listen closely.

“Kiara, steam!” She points out as Kiara pulls away the straightener from Maddy’s hair, grimacing but playing it off.

“Anyway, I don’t want to ruin your mood. You’re going to the Hideaway, bitch!” Y/N says, cheering and the girls join in as Maddy laughs and shimmies in her seat, Kiara steadying her to finish her hair.

Eventually, they settle on a dark purple lace bodysuit for Maddy. She pulls her robe over and the girls watch as she checks herself out in the mirror.

“What’s the plan for tonight?” Sarah asks. Maddy shrugs.

“We’re not going all the way, if that’s what you’re asking.” She says, then turns to the group. “I guess we’ll see. If the chemistry is still there behind closed doors...if we’re compatible enough...you know.”

The girls nod.

“Just don’t feel pressured or anything because it’s finally just the two of you.” Y/N advises. The others agree.

“Just enjoy it.” Alyssa adds. The group nods together.

“Guys, I love you.” Maddy says, pouting and opening her arms. “Come on, group hug!” She exclaims and they all rush in for a tight embrace before pulling back.

“You ready?” Kiara asks. Maddy nods, grabbing her little bag with the essentials for the night as the girls open the door and head downstairs. They enter the bedroom, finding the boys sitting around. Kelce paces across the room, wearing grey comfy shorts with his Calvin Klein boxers peeking out. When the door opens and Maddy steps in wearing her robe, the boys all cheer and holler, along with the girls. Maddy and Kelce share an awkward hug before Topper and Cleo push them to go outside. Everyone follows as they walk to the Hideaway. Kelce lets Maddy go inside first, then turns around and makes a silly face at the guys. As they laugh, Maddy comes back out, grabs his bicep and pulls him inside forcefully.

“Use protection!” JJ shouts. Maddy gives him the middle finger, sending kisses to the girls.

“See y’all tomorrow!” She says before closing the door.

“Have fun, you two!” Y/N shouts.

“But not too much!” Cleo adds. The islanders laugh before heading back inside. The girls go upstairs to get ready for bed, remove their makeup and change into pajamas.

“Hey, Sar?” Y/N calls out softly as she enters the bathroom, where Sarah is brushing her teeth. Sarah glances up at her through the mirror and nods.

“I just wanted to…to say I’m sorry I didn’t suggest you and John B go to the hideaway.” Y/N starts, hesitating. “I don’t know…I just figured, since Maddy and Kelce were always flirting before the recoupling and they’re close...Not that you and John B aren’t, it’s just that I-” She trails off, rambling a bit, but Sarah quickly spits out her toothpaste and turns to her.

“Y/N, what are you even apologizing for?” Sarah laughs lightly. “You don’t have to. Honestly, I wasn’t ready for that yet. It’s still early for me and JB.” She gives Y/N a reassuring smile and Y/N nods, relieved.

“I just don’t want things to get weird between us.” Y/N murmurs, a soft chuckle escaping her. “I’ve got enough drama to deal with already.” Sarah chuckles, but there’s a hint of sadness in her smile.

“We’re good, okay? You didn’t upset me, if that’s what you’re worried about.” She pauses, then adds. “Honestly, I think we all just expected you and Rafe to go.” Y/N sighs, her shoulders dropping.

“Yeah…I know.” She mutters, her voice soft. “Before you ask, I don’t even know where we stand right now. I…I guess I’m just…hurt?"

Sarah’s expression softens and she pulls Y/N into a tight hug.

“I love you.” She murmurs into her hair. Y/N smiles, hugging her back tightly.

“I love you too.” She responds. When they pull apart, Sarah’s face lights up with a teasing grin.

“Well, there are plenty of fish in the sea.” She says, raising an eyebrow. “Like Ryan…”

Y/N’s eyes widen and she quickly covers Sarah’s mouth with her hand.

“Sarah!” She says, laughing, but clearly embarrassed. Sarah pushes her hand away, still grinning.

“What? I’m just saying! You two seem like you could really hit it off. Plus, you can’t deny the guy’s good looking.” Y/N sighs but can’t help but smile.

“Yeah…he is kind of cute.” She admits, her cheeks flushing slightly. “And he smells really nice. When we hugged, I got this whiff of his cologne and…I guess you think I’m weird now?”

Sarah chuckles, shaking her head.

“I love your weird little ass.” She teases, making Y/N laugh. “So, what do you think? Would you get to know him?” Y/N pauses, glancing around before responding.

“I don’t know…Things with Rafe are complicated right now, but at the end of the day, we’re here to connect with people. So yeah, I’d give him a chance. Plus, he knows Sabrina Carpenter.” She adds with a smirk and Sarah bursts out laughing.

“Ah, yes, very important element when you're searching for your ideal man.” Sarah agrees, still chuckling as they head downstairs.

Confessional - Sarah “Y/N is way too sweet for this world.” She sighs. “Like, I just want to bubble-wrap her sometimes.”

When they reach the bedroom, Y/N approaches her bed with hesitation. Rafe is already lying there, shirtless and under the covers. She slides in, sitting near the edge, taking small sips from her water bottle.

Rafe watches her quietly. She’s in a hoodie and shorts, but his eyes flicker over her, noticing it's not his hoodie and something tightens in his chest. He quickly looks away, focusing on Topper talking to Alyssa on the other side of the bed.

“Hey, neighbor.” Ryan’s voice breaks his focus and Rafe turns to see him sitting on the bed across from her side. Y/N smiles softly in response and they start chatting.

Rafe’s body grows tense, the tension in the room shifting.

Eventually, the lights go out and everyone settles into bed close to their pairs, except for Y/N and Rafe, who are still on opposite sides of the bed. Y/N faces Ryan, her eyes half-lidded, when she feels a soft shift behind her. Rafe leans over and presses a gentle kiss to her cheek.

“Can we talk tomorrow?” He whispers.

Y/N doesn’t answer right away, but after a moment, she nods silently. It’s enough for Rafe. He shifts closer, his hand gently resting on her waist.

“This okay?” He asks, his voice low.

Y/N nods again, quicker this time. Rafe relaxes slightly, holding her close, but as his thoughts drift, the fear of losing her lingers, until sleep finally takes over.

to be continued...

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[amatariki]

STUPID BOY MAKING ME SO SAD 𝜗𝜚 ࣪˖ she's got everything that i don't have

in lieu: after becoming jealous seeing riki's instagram stories, your boyfriend reminds you that he has his eyes on the most gorgeous woman in the world.

the muse: idol!nishimura riki x f!reader; established relationship; ft. moka wc: 1017 warnings: angst (+happy ending), fluff, jealousy, insecurities

whispers: uh so i ran out of hearts on gizmo while revising so im waiting for it to refill...go listen to she's all i wanna be by tate mcrae!! ><

reblog and i'll kiss you <3

You scroll through instagram, lazily lying on the couch in a hoodie and shorts.

It's a cool night, the city looks pretty, you just took a shower—you typically would've been watching a movie right now, waiting for Riki to come home so you two can have dinner and then cuddle together.

But you can't help but lie on the couch, your thoughts groveling at the back of your mind after you see a story of Riki and Moka from ILLIT together from the behind the scenes of a show they did together.

You know their relationship is just work-related, but seeing her with him strikes a small place in your heart.

After all, she's really pretty with a good body, rich and fun-loving. Her smile and facial features are to die for and she looks good in every dress she wears.

When she stands next to Riki in that picture, you can't help but have a pang of jealousy at the fact how good they look together. Like a match made in heaven.

Time passes by as you decide to scroll through TikTok instead, watching cat videos to try and get your mind off the story. Bisco lies on your chest, snoozing quietly.

Your eyes avert to the doorway at the sound of a key turning in the lock, looking away as you see Riki open the door and step inside.

You pay him no attention, going back to scrolling on your phone with one hand as the other scratched Bisco's head.

"Hi, baby," Riki says quietly, kicking off his shoes as he walks over to you and leans over the couch, brushing strands of your hair off your forehead.

When he sees that you don't answer, he chalks it up to you being tired and doesn't think too much about it. "I'mma take a shower and get back," he says coolly, walking away.

However, you've still got your unusually quiet attitude when Riki comes back.

"What's wrong?" He asks, frowning. His velvety deep voice is laced with worry as he helps you sit up, taking a sleeping Bisco off your chest and setting him down on his dog bed before plopping down on the couch next to you.

"Baby, did anything happen today?" His eyebrows are knotted in confusion as to why you're giving him the silent treatment. "Did I forget to get you something from the store on the way home? Is that what this is about?"

"It's just..." you blurt out, finally breaking your silence. You look down at your hands, playing with your manicured nails. It feels like a heavy lump is stuck in your throat. You swallow thickly before speaking again. "Don't you ever feel like you're too good for me?"

Riki recoils, taken aback by your words. "Why would you think something like that, baby?" He asks. "Did one of your friends say something to you?"

"No, it's..." you start, your voice trailing off. "It's just...that picture you posted with Moka on your stories."

"Go on," Riki urges warmly. "Talk to me, baby. What about it?"

"She's so pretty, and...and you look so good together," you say truthfully, your insecurities spilling out. "And then there's me. I'm not pretty or anything."

Riki takes your small hands in his large ones, thumbs rubbing soft circles on the back of your palm. "You're right," he says.

Your heart plummets to your stomach, your eyes widening in shock. "W-What?" You'd always suspected it, but it hurt to hear Riki say it himself.

"You heard me," he continues, acting like he didn't just break your heart in half with two words. "You're not pretty. You're absolutely gorgeous," he says with a teasing smile, although you can see depths of love in his brown eyes.

He lifts one hand to his lips, placing a chaste kiss on your knuckles.

"I'm not too good for you, I actually don't deserve you at all," Riki murmurs. You can see the sincerity in his eyes. You can see how much he believes he doesn't deserve to be with you, how he believes he's lucky to have you. "But I'm going to work for your love everyday. Just like how you're going to promise me that you'll never say anything like this ever again. Yeah?"

"Yeah," you say in relief, not realizing that you've been holding your breath.

One hand leaves your hand, reaching out to cup your face. Your breath hitches at the touch. It's warm and adoring. It's full of promises.

"Can I kiss you, baby?" he asks quietly.

You nod in response. "Yeah."

He tentatively presses his lips to yours, his plush lips moving softly across yours, painting dreams of forever on them. The kiss isn't rushed or hurried. It soft, gentle and, god, you could keep going on for eternity like this.

Riki's arms snake around your waist, pulling you close, holding you gently like a porcelain angel as your arms make their way around his neck.

His right hand runs up and down your spine, deepening the kiss as you gasp at the feeling. He chuckles, slipping his tongue in.

His tongue works almost as reverently as his lips do, seeking out the deepest corners of your mouth as if he was painting them.

Eventually, you both have to pull away due to the lack of oxygen. He looks at you with glazed eyes, breathless as he presses your foreheads together.

"I love you, baby," he declares, sentimentally. His cheeks are all flushed from the deep kiss, hair mussed from your hands running through them. Yet he still looks like a god with his glowing tan skin and sparkling brown eyes that hold the entire world in them.

"I love you too, ki," you respond, your heart swelling with adoration for the man in front of you. Grateful to have him in your life. And you can tell he feels the same about you.

"i'm hungry," he says, suddenly pulling away. "Please tell me you made dinner."

You let out a laugh at how quick his demeanor changes. "I did, ki. Don't worry."

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------ᝰ‧₊ written by ©amatabelle 2025

[dollyswishingwell]

I love your page, aesthetic, and writings! May the wishing well grant all the LADS men when reader argues with them. Reader is feeling petty she gives them the silent treatment and sleeps in the living room. How would they react and coax her softly back to bed with them? Thank you.✨🫶🏻

ᯓ★ˎˊ˗ Wanna argue?

𝒲𝒾𝓈𝒽 𝑔𝓇𝒶𝓃𝓉𝑒𝒹 𝒻𝑜𝓇 ˙⋆✮ Rafayel, Zayne, Xavier, Sylus, Caleb

𝒢𝑒𝓃𝓇𝑒/𝒲𝒶𝓇𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 ˙⋆✮ fluff, crack, i can’t imagine them seriously arguing with reader lol. they’re just men in love

> ࣪𖤐.ᐟ Your feeling bored, petty even.

𝙍𝙖𝙛𝙖𝙮𝙚𝙡 °‧🫧⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Rafayel doesn’t even remember what the argument was about. Something dumb. Something petty. Something you started because you were bored and looking for a little drama to spice up your afternoon.

He’d narrowed his eyes in that usual amused way, tilted his head like, Oh? So we’re doing this now? And you’d flounced away with a dramatic sigh, declared you were “SO done,” and relocated yourself to the guest bedroom.

Which would be funny, if it didn’t kill him.

At first, he thinks you’re joking. A little pout, a little fake mad face. So he humors it. He waits. Hangs around the hallway, fingers tapping against the doorframe.

“…You’re not really mad, right?” he finally calls. “You just wanna see how cute I get when I beg?”

No answer.

Now he’s nervous. This isn’t part of the usual script. There’s no teasing voice behind the door, no exaggerated sighs for attention. Just silence.

Rafayel presses his ear to the door. “You’re not allowed to give me the silent treatment,” he mumbles softly. “That’s cheating. You know I hate it…”

Still nothing.

So.

This is war.

—

Later that night, you’re curled up under the guest sheets with your back to the door, determined to “teach him a lesson.” You’re not even that mad anymore, just sleepy. A little smug. You’re waiting for him to cave.

And he does.

Soft footsteps. A tentative knock. Then… the creak of the door opening.

He doesn’t speak. He just stands there in the dim light of the hall, wearing his loose white shirt, hair a little messy, blue-and-pink eyes glassy with defeat.

Then, gently, he steps over, crouches by your bedside, and lays his cheek on the mattress beside your hip.

“…I can’t sleep without you,” he murmurs, voice hoarse and baby-soft. “I keep reaching over and you’re not there. I keep thinking you’ll crawl back in. But you’re being so mean, pretty girl…”

Your lashes flutter. You pretend to ignore him.

He lets out a breath. “Okay. Okay. You win, fine. I’ll say it.” He lifts his head just enough to kiss your arm through the blankets. “I’m sorry for whatever dumb thing I said that made you mad. Even if I’m right. Especially if I’m right.”

You stifle a smile.

“I’ll build you a bigger vanity. I’ll buy you new gowns. I’ll let you pick what I wear tomorrow and sit in my lap when i paint. Just… come back to bed?”

Still, you don’t move.

So he does the unthinkable.

He whines. Soft. Needy. Heartbroken.

“…You’re my pillow princess. My real-life fairytale. I need my bedtime cuddles. I need you to drool on my shirt and trap my legs and complain about my cold feet.”

You turn slowly to face him, raising a brow. “…Cold feet?”

His eyes sparkle, hooked. “Mm. So cold. Miserable, really. I think I’m dying.”

You roll your eyes. “…Maybe you should’ve thought of that before being a brat.”

He beams. There she is.

“Then come punish me, baby,” he whispers, swooping in and nuzzling against your tummy like a kicked puppy. “You can call me names. Make me beg. Just don’t exile yourself like this. My bed feels like a coffin without you.”

Finally, you sigh, dramatic and tired. “Fine.”

He scoops you up bridal-style before you can change your mind. You squeal, swat at him half-heartedly.

“Didn’t say you could carry me—!”

“Didn’t say you couldn’t,” he purrs, already padding barefoot down the hallway with you wrapped in his arms.

When he drops you onto your shared bed and curls tightly around you, he sighs like he’s finally at peace.

“I missed you,” he mumbles into your hair. “Don’t leave me again. Or I’ll cry.”

You smirk sleepily. “No you won’t.”

“…Try me.”

𝙕𝙖𝙮𝙣𝙚 ⋆꙳•❅‧*₊⋆☃︎ ‧*❆ ₊⋆

You hadn’t even meant to make it a thing. You were just feeling bored. Playful. Maybe even a little bratty. So when Zayne made that dry little comment about your “third outfit change before dinner,” you gasped, scandalized, and declared that you were spending the night elsewhere.

“A true queen,” you announced, silk robe billowing as you stormed off, “does not sleep beside critics.”

He blinked. “…You’re being dramatic.”

“Yes, I am,” you snapped. “And you’ll miss me.”

Now it’s nearly midnight. And you were right.

Because Zayne is pacing down his hallway like a storm in dress pants, no tie, robe hanging open, hair slightly mussed. He’s searched three of the guest bedrooms already.

All of them pristine. All of them empty.

The man is fuming. Not at you, never truly at you, but at the absurdity of this game. The mansion is too damn big. The house too quiet. The silk sheets too cold without your warm body burrowed into them like you always do.

He checks another room. Empty. Again. His jaw tightens.

“…Princess?” he calls softly, more gentle than he means to be. “You done sulking yet?”

No answer. Just silence.

He pinches the bridge of his nose. “You’re lucky I love you,” he mutters under his breath. “This is ridiculous.”

Finally, finally, he opens the fifth guest room. And there you are.

Asleep. Curled up like a smug little kitten beneath the expensive throw blankets. Looking all innocent. Angelic. Your robe half-fallen off your shoulder and your cheek smushed against the pillow.

Zayne exhales like he’s just found a missing patient. Runs a hand through his hair.

Then he steps inside. Quietly. Like you’re a wild animal he’s trying not to scare off.

He kneels beside the bed. Brushes his fingers against your temple.

“You win,” he murmurs. “You made your point. Loud and clear.”

You stir slightly. But keep your eyes closed. Just enough to make him keep talking.

He lets out a tired chuckle. “What, do I need to beg now? Give a heartfelt apology at your bedside like I’m auditioning for some palace drama?”

You sniff quietly, still feigning sleep. He sees right through it.

He exhales again and leans down, brushing a kiss to your forehead.

“…Come back to bed, baby,” he murmurs, voice low and warm now. “You don’t belong out here like some pouting exile. I missed you. I always do, even when you’re in the next room.”

You blink your eyes open. Look up at him, half-lidded and smug. “Took you long enough.”

Zayne narrows his eyes. “You were testing me.”

“And you passed,” you hum sweetly. “Barely.”

He sighs through a crooked smile. “You’re impossible.”

And without another word, he lifts you up, bedding and all, into his arms like a surgeon retrieving something very precious. You let out a sleepy giggle as he carries you back to the master bedroom.

“Zaynie—”

“Quiet.” His voice is dry. But there’s a hand on your back, another cradling your thighs. “You’re not allowed to hide from me in my own house again. I’ll install GPS trackers in every blanket if I have to.”

You just hum and curl up against his chest. “Mm. You do love me.”

He presses a kiss into your hair. “God help me, I do.”

𝙓𝙖𝙫𝙞𝙚𝙧 ⋆⭒˚.⋆🪐 ⋆⭒˚.⋆

You didn’t go far. You didn’t even mean to actually upset him. You were just being pouty, petty, maybe feeling a little under-pampered after he dozed off mid-conversation again.

So you decided: Fine. He can nap by himself tonight.

You tiptoed into the guest room next door. Crawled under the covers with your favorite blanket and a dramatic sigh.

You assumed he’d be too asleep to notice.

You were wrong.

—

The softest knock. A pause. Then a barely-there voice:

“…Are you mad at me?”

It’s him.

You don’t answer. Not yet. You want to see what he’ll do.

There’s a beat. Silence. Then:

“…I woke up and you weren’t there.”

Still, you stay quiet, pretending to be asleep.

You hear him step inside anyway. Quietly. He walks like a shadow, barefoot, half-dressed, silver hair slightly rumpled, his loose robe slipping off one shoulder. He stops just beside the bed.

“…I checked every room,” he murmurs, more to himself than you. “But I already knew you were here. The pillows still smelled like you. And your side of the bed was cold.”

You crack an eye open, just slightly.

He looks tired. Genuinely tired. Like he’s been drifting between rooms for hours, even though it’s only been twenty minutes.

He lowers himself slowly to his knees beside the bed.

“Don’t go far like that again,” he whispers. “I know it’s just the next room. I know I’m being unreasonable. But…”

His voice catches. His fingers brush the edge of the blanket.

“…When I can’t feel you next to me, it feels like I’ve lost something important. Like I forgot how to sleep.”

You blink fully awake now, staring down at him. “Xavi—”

“I don’t know how to be mad back,” he adds, barely audible. “I don’t know what I’m supposed to say when you leave. So I just wait. And hope you come back.”

The silence stretches. Then you lift the blanket wordlessly.

He moves instantly, like he’s afraid you’ll change your mind, and climbs in beside you, wrapping himself tightly around your waist, burying his face in the crook of your neck.

“…You smell like my side of the bed,” he mumbles. “I missed that.”

You hum softly. “You didn’t even give me time to miss you.”

He kisses your collarbone like an apology. “I know.”

A pause. Then quieter:

“Just… if you need space again, take me with you.”

𝙎𝙮𝙡𝙪𝙨 ✮ ⋆ ˚｡𓅨⋆｡°✩

You were just bored. Petty. Spoiled.

He made some offhanded quip while reviewing blueprints over dinner, and you, feeling particularly princessy, decided that would not stand.

So you stood up. Tossed your napkin onto the table like a socialite.

“I’m sleeping elsewhere tonight.”

Sylus just quirked a brow. “Am I meant to be punished?”

You didn’t answer. You simply turned and sauntered off, hips swaying. A strategic retreat to the east wing guest suite. Lavish, unused, and chilly without him.

You expected him to follow.

He didn’t.

Not immediately.

—

Now it’s nearly midnight. You’re under three blankets, curled up like a tiny sulking princess. And you’re waiting.

Then, finally, the lock clicks.

You don’t move. But your heart flutters.

Sylus steps inside slowly, as if entering enemy territory. His black silk shirt is still half-unbuttoned from earlier. His sleeves are rolled up. His voice is dangerously calm:

“…So this is where my little wife has exiled herself.”

You don’t reply. You just give him your back.

He pauses. Stares. Smiles, very faintly.

“I see,” he murmurs. “A full siege.”

Another moment. Then, his shoes hit the floor with two soft thuds. The bed dips as he sits beside you. His hand brushes your shoulder.

“Princess.”

No response.

“You’re angry.”

Still nothing.

“…Or you’re playing.” His tone turns low. Knowing. “You want me to crack.”

You hear him chuckle under his breath. A sound so warm and dangerous it sends a chill up your spine.

Then, he kneels.

He kneels beside the bed, one hand gripping your blanket, the other sliding gently beneath it to find your waist. His lips press to your bare shoulder.

“…You win, baby,” he murmurs. “I surrender.”

You finally roll over, just enough to look down at him. Eyes half-lidded. “Say it.”

He tilts his head, amused. “Say what?”

“Beg.”

A pause. He licks his teeth. Breathes in slow. And then, so softly, he obeys.

“Please come back to bed,” he says, voice like velvet soaked in wine. “I can’t sleep when you’re gone. I don’t want to sleep without you. I hate it.”

Another kiss to your arm.

“I miss the way you droop over me like a spoiled kitten. I miss your whining. I miss your heat. I miss the way you steal the pillows.”

You bite your lip, pretending to consider. “Mmm… not enough.”

He looks up at you, eyes blood-red and glinting like low flame. And then, so quietly it makes your throat tighten:

“Please, my love. Come back to me.”

The air goes still.

You lift the blanket in silence.

He doesn’t smirk this time. Doesn’t tease. He just slides into bed beside you, immediately pulling you into his arms like you’re something sacred.

He exhales shakily against your neck. “You’re cruel when you’re bored.”

You smile. “And you love it.”

He kisses your throat. “I do.”

𝘾𝙖𝙡𝙚𝙗 ⋆｡ ‧˚ʚ🍎ɞ˚‧｡ ⋆

It starts like usual.

A little playful argument after dinner. Some mock whining. You teasing him about being bossy, him calling you his “loud little gremlin.”

But tonight you don’t stay for the usual kiss-and-cuddle ending.

Nope. You roll your eyes, toss your hair over your shoulder, and waltz off with a lazy, “I’m sleeping alone tonight.”

At first? Caleb grins.

“Yeah, yeah, okay, real dramatic,” he calls after you. “Don’t forget your stuffed bunny, Your Majesty.”

But you don’t respond.

You don’t come back.

Ten minutes pass.

Then twenty.

He’s not grinning anymore.

He’s pacing. Hands on his hips, brows furrowed, glancing at the hallway like it insulted him personally.

“…You really left?” he mutters to himself. “Wait. That wasn’t a bit?”

You’re curled up in one of the guest bedrooms, sipping juice like a smug little gremlin, flipping through your tablet and waiting for the inevitable: Caleb’s dramatic reappearance.

It takes exactly 38 minutes.

The door bursts open. He stands in the frame like a man on a mission. Disheveled. Betrayed.

One sock on. One sock off. Shirt untucked. Face full of outrage.

“You abandoned the bit,” he says.

You raise an eyebrow, perfectly innocent. “What bit?”

“Our thing!” he exclaims, gesturing wildly. “You brat, I tease, you yell, I chase, you pout, I smother you in kisses, we roll into bed, boom! domestic bliss! And you—” he points an accusing finger, “just walked away! Like you don’t know the rules!”

You sip your juice. “Maybe I’m rewriting them.”

He gasps. Like you slapped him. “You’re rebelling.”

“Maybe.” You roll over, half-buried in the blanket now. “Maybe I’m just bored of you.”

He blinks. Takes a full step back. Looks dramatically wounded. Then:

“Oh, it’s on.”

He strides forward and, without warning, picks you up like a bratty little sack of defiance.

You yelp. “Caleb—!”

“No. You don’t get to declare war and then nap your way through it,” he growls, tossing you over his shoulder like you weigh nothing. “You wanna be difficult? Great. I’ll tuck you in my way.”

He storms back down the hallway, muttering the whole time. “Bored of me. Rewriting the rules. What next, you join a rebellion? Start a pillow coup? Marry my second-in-command? Huh?!”

You’re cackling now, absolutely delighted. “You’re so dramatic.”

He kicks the bedroom door open. “You started it.”

Then he drops you gently on the bed, climbs in after you, and traps you in a tight, warm hold like you’re something precious.

You try to wiggle. “You’re clingy.”

He growls against your neck. “You’re mine.”

“…Fine,” you whisper, sinking into him. “But I’m still mad.”

“Good,” he mumbles, kissing your jaw. “I like you mad. Gives me an excuse to hold you hostage.”

You pout. “I’m serious.”

He just hums and starts tracing your waist lazily. “Yeah, yeah. I’ll bribe you in the morning. Right now? You’re staying right here. Try leaving again and I’ll sleep in every doorway until you give in.”

And you believe him.

Because you know he would.

[muwapsturniolo]

Cuteness aggression 🐰ྀི C. Sturniolo

“You’re cute, but stop fuckin’ bitin' me kid!”

⟢ Cuteness aggression, and that’s about it. Link to video this was inspired by is in the title!!!

dividers by @bernardsbendystraws

She didn't understand why she felt this way.

She took one look at her boyfriend, and suddenly, she had all this energy bouncing around in her body. It wasn't like he was doing anything special, he had just come back inside from smoking and was now sitting at his desk playing some random game.

But for some reason, he just looked adorable.

His eyes were low and hazy, whatever strain of weed he smoked making him relaxed. He had on one of his larger sweaters and a pair of sweatpants, the clothes making him look so cozy and warm. He was manspreading as well, leaning back in his chair and mumbling under his breath.

She just couldn't take it anymore.

She hops off the bed with ease, her feet making a soft thump on the hardwood floors before she makes her way over to Chris. His eyes dart to her figure, her face being illuminated by the two monitors on his desk.

"Hey bab-" he's immediately cut off by the girl climbing onto his lap, a soft smile on his face as she nuzzles her head into his neck. He chuckles silently, kissing the top of her head.

"Few more minutes Bun, then I'm all yours."

She hums softly and cuddles up to him even more, attempting to calm herself down, however, it doesn't work. That energy still bursting in her body is at an all-time high, and it's all because he looks cute.

She couldn't handle it anymore.

She starts to pepper small kisses along his neck, nothing sexual, just showing her ever-growing affection towards him. As the seconds go by and her energy increases, the small and soft kisses become more aggressive.

She moves the kisses to his jaw, the smooching noises becoming more obnoxious, but somehow, Chris doesn't notice.

She uses this as an opportunity.

She goes back to kissing along his neck, trailing the kisses to his shoulder before sinking her teeth into his skin.

The action finally catches Chis's attention, his body jerking and head whipping towards her. She looks at him innocently, as if she didn't just bite him.

"Kid, what the hell are you doing?"

"Nothing..."

He can't help the smile of disbelief making its way across his face. "Nothing? You just took a bite out of my shoulder like a damn shark." She giggles and attacks his face with more kisses, cupping his cheeks and squishing them together.

"You're just so cute, and I can't help it! I look at you, and I just wanna-" She lets out a noise that sounds like a squeal and a growl. Chris scrunches his face up and tries to push her away, but it's no use - she's stronger than a toddler who has something they aren't supposed to have.

He eventually gives up, letting her continue the assault on his face. All he can do is sit there and take the love and affection his favorite girl gives him.

She stops her kisses and smushes her face against his, their forehead and noses touching.

"You look like that damn Spongebob meme you sent me," he mumbles, his hands finding their way to her hips. She ignores him and basically stares at him with heart eyes.

"You're so handsome, so cute, I could just eat you up!"

"I'm not cute kid- OW!"

He moves his face away as she bites at his nose, his headphones falling off in the process. He huffs and stands up, throwing her over his shoulder effortlessly. She squeals in shock and laughs as he throws her down on the bed. He crawls over her, keeping her pinned down to the bed.

"You’re cute but stop fuckin’ bitin' me kid!”

She smiles and wraps her body around him, pulling him closer and kissing all over his face once more.

"I just get so giddy and full of energy when I look at you, that I don't know how to get rid of it!"

Her explanation makes him smile, he knew exactly what feeling she was talking about - he often felt it himself.

He grabs her jaw, making her look at him. He can see the love in her eyes, it makes him feel warm inside.

"I love you," he expresses softly.

She smiles widely and plants a fat kiss on his lips, "I love you too...Can we get ice cream?"

[spiderfunkz]

HYUN-JU x SHORT!READER

pairings. cho hyun-ju x f!reader

author's note: if u wanna see an x tall!reader click here. as always, my requests for hyun-ju are open! just be sure to read this before sending me an ask🫶🏻 also i've been wanting to write for kang dae-ho, so pleasee send me some ideas for him!!

▸ we love to see a cute height difference in a relationship. hyun-ju's tall, 6ft-ish. she towers over you, you find it intimidating but she finds it funny, how you look so tiny from her perspective.

▸ she treats you like a princess. i believe her love language is acts of service & quality time. she loves being around you and loves spending time with you.

▸ i don't think the height difference would make a huge change in the relationship, but it definitely shows subtly.

▸ like how you have to go on your tippy-toes when you kiss her, how you're usually the small spoon during cuddles, and when hyun-ju's the small spoon your legs hang a little.

▸ it's cute for sure. since she's taller she'll appear more dominant, through her actions you could totally see that.

▸ how she rushes to open doors for you, she'll spoil you with whatever you want; flowers, matching necklaces, rings, or just anything you bat an eye at, hyun-ju gets it immediately. she lends you her coat when you're cold, even if it's oversized on you, she thinks it's adorable.

▸ you of course repay it, in your own way. giving her kisses while cupping cheeks, her hands holding your waist, giving you support as you try to get to her height— kissing her until your lipstick stains her face.

▸ since your clothes are smaller than hers, you share your jewelry or items with her. your purse with the keychain she gave you, a necklace with a pretty butterfly, anything!

▸ if you see her like a specific item— "you wanna keep it? looks really good on you, hyun. so pretty."

▸ most of the sweaters you wear are hers, it's scented like her and it's engraved in your head. it gives you warmth and comfort.

▸ hugs with her are the best. it can cure you like medicine.

▸ when cuddling, she'll let you lay on her chest, hearing her heartbeat while you both stay in comfortable silence. it's one of her favorite moments during the night, just peaceful quiet with the occasional soft whispers from you.

▸ after a long day, she loves to lay her head on yours. and you'd lay your head on her shoulder. it makes for a sweet and genuine moment.

▸ she basically treasures you. that's how all relationships should make you feel, treasured.

▸ if you ever get picked on for your height, i'll say it again— hyun-ju can be really intimidating. like really, really, really intimidating.

▸ ouhhhh, AND SHE'S STRONG. sorry, i just had to mention that. you've basically hit the jackpot.

▸ that also means she can carry you anywhere, regardless of your height or weight. this is what i mean when i say she treats you like a princess. she'll literally pick you up just to tease you, she knows how flustered you can get.

▸ you know how to pick up as well, as in "pick up lines". you're quick with it too. oh and, hyun-ju blushes from her ears. it's just a tiny thing to notice, but it's so cute.

▸ you two would just be the sweetest duo. with the multiple vases full of fresh flowers in your home, framed photos of each other, the 0.5 pictures hyun-ju has saved of you on her phone (she has a whole album for it), the surprised dates. she'd just be so lovely and fun.

[archangeldyke-all]

Isha walking into reader and sevikas room to sleep because jinx kept on pushing her off the bed :,(

(also I love the stuff you write and I hope your having a good day/noon/night!)

aweeeeeee (also tysm!! i'm slugging thru my period but i'm feeling better this evening hehe!)

men and minors dni

around midnight, you wander into the living room to find jinx taking apart your coffee maker. you rub your eyes, pull the blankets over sleeping isha's shoulders, before pouring a glass of juice and placing it beside jinx's workspace.

"can't sleep?" you ask, sitting beside her and ruffling her bangs. jinx shrugs.

"your coffee maker kept drippin', couldn't sleep with it." she mumbles, taking a slurp off her juice, her eyes studying the parts scattered on your dining table.

"y'know if you're bored... sevika's got a big ol' stash of comic books in the storage closet. classic oldies from when we were kids-- 'sharkshooter', 'janna's ravens',--"

"does she have any 'sparkgirls'? she asks, an excited glimmer in her eye. you grin.

"that was her favorite. go ahead, just don't rip any of the pages. these're her babies." you chuckle, pulling open the closet and letting jinx clamor over to you. you give her a quick kiss then wander back to the bedroom, ruffling isha's hair as you pass her on the couch.

"y'okay?" sevika mumbles as you crawl back into bed beside her. you giggle and kiss her cheek.

"just checkin' on jinx 'n the kid."

"mmm." sevika mumbles, flipping over to bury her face against your tits. "love you."

her snores quickly lull you back to bed.

you wake up a few hours later to sevika jumping awake beside you.

"'s wrong?" you mumble.

"i don't-- there's something-- isha?!" sevika asks, throwing the blankets back and flicking a lamp on.

a big pair of gold eyes blink up at the pair of you.

"s-sorry ms. vika. i go' cold without ms. jinx on the couch wi' me."

you burst into giggles, cooing down at the baby in your bed and laying back down against the mattress. isha curls up against your side. "come back to bed, sev." you say, rolling your eyes at your gawking girlfriend.

"she's in my spot!" sevika sputters, pointing at where isha's curled up on your chest. you chuckle and make grabby hands for her.

"c'mon, w'ere cold! right isha?" you ask. the kid giggles and nods, mimicking your own grabby hands.

sevika snorts an exhausted laugh, crawling back into bed beside you two, pulling the covers up and flicking the light out.

when isha's little snores start up sevika reaches over the bed to poke you. "you realize this means we gotta put a lock on the door for when we wanna fuck, now, right?" she asks.

you fall asleep laughing, reaching across the mattress to weave your fingers between sevika's.

when you finally wake up in the morning, jinx has joined your cuddle pile, curled up at the foot of the bed like a dog, one of sevika's comics clutched to her chest as she snores.

isha's laying directly on top of sevika, and sevika's got one arm curled around the girl, the other reaching out to hold your own hand.

she blinks awake when you press a kiss to her forehead, groaning when she realizes how many guests have joined your bed. you chuckle.

"you're the one who dragged 'em both home." you remind her.

"we need to find a bigger fuckin' house." she mumbles.

"or at least a bigger bed." you giggle.

sevika glances over at you, and all the annoyance and frustration melt away the second her eyes meet yours. "they're lucky i got you, y'know. no fuckin' way i'd let two kids crash the bachlorette pad i had before i met you."

"y'mean you weren't softened up enough yet?" you tease.

sevika grins and shrugs. "somethin' like that."

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[eraserbread]

more husband nanami and wife reader + their daughter please queen🙏🏼😵‍💫 i fear i have gotten drunk off this juice and now i need more and you write this the best

your husband, nanami is a stickler for rules. not even your three-year-old is safe from his enforcement ✧

→ f!reader, fluff, sfw

"okay, do you understand? one hug and one kiss then you have to go to bed." you're staring into your daughters hazel eyes, trying to play stern, but really just tired after a long day of wrangling her. her face is all bloodshot and angry from the fit she pulled when you put her to bed.

it's why you're back in this princess room instead of cuddled close to your man, squatting to her level. she nods pitifully, sniffling and pulling from your grip. you're rubbing over her tiny, chubby hands, trying to calm her down like you always have.

"b-but hear dada... talkin'."

"hm?"

"don' wanna be -lone."

it takes you a second to evaluate the situation with a sane mind — yes, you can leave her alone and deal with crying and screaming all night. or, you don't have to listen to anything but his voice as he talks her to sleep in the middle of the two of you.

the worst part is? rin knows you're going to cave.

so does kento.

he sits in bed, phone in hand as he slowly types out a message. he's wearing sleep clothes — long shirt, long pants, peeking up when he hears the door open and smiling when he notices his little daughter balanced on your hip.

"no luck?"

you shake your head slowly, blinking like you just ran a marathon. it probably took you fifteen minutes to calm her down, ken could hear it through the walls.

"hi, dada!" she perks up immediately, little face lighting up just like his.

he has no backbone when it comes to his daughter right now, but who can blame him? she's so cute, his heart just melts every time she's around. it's hard to be the level-headed parent when you always give in, but alas, he knows his role here.

"hi, baby." kento holds his arms out when you place her on the bed, catching her as she runs into his frame. "hey, you have to sleep in your bed tomorrow."

"but mama sa-

"yes — she said you can sleep in here tonight, rin. you know the rules; one hug, one kiss."

"but i hear you."

"mom and dad aren't three years old, we can stay up longer than you. you have to follow rules — remember what I told you about rules?" he's quirking a dark brow, leaning into the stern parenting you so obviously failed at tonight.

rin shakes her head, staring into kento's eyes like she never stares into yours. it scares you just how much they're alike — she has his face, his eyes, his lips. her tone is soft just like his, she's way too smart like he is, and she loves you unconditionally just like he does.

it's why you're not complaining when you're slipping in bed next to them, throwing your head on the pillow to finally get the sleep you've been craving. kento makes sure she's comfortable under the covers between the two of you, leaning forward to kiss her head, then yours. you smile so gently you can hardly feel it.

that message on kento's phone goes unsent. he doesn't notice. he just lets himself turn off and even out with his arms wrapped around everything he truly cares about.

under the covers, your feet find each other. and over your daughters settling head, he mouths to you, "i love you."

[fairy-angel222]

𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐀𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐀 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐃? 𓂃 ࣪˖ ཐིཋྀ⋆⭒˚.⋆༄

—gojo satoru x fem! reader

𓈒⟡₊⋆∘ your husband’s already given you two children, one more wouldn’t hurt right?

𓈒⟡₊⋆∘ cw: fluff, smut, breeding, praise, petnames, squirting, impregnation, dirty talk

𓈒⟡₊⋆∘ a/n: requested by anon, i loved writing this so much

Eight years.

You and Gojo had been married for eight years. Having met each other in high school, him being the one to get down on one knee the second you both had finished college. He knew you were the one for him ages ago.

That you were his from the moment he met you.

Some would say that you two were living the dream life, despite how young you both were. Gojo never hiding the fact that he was willing to spoil you day by night.

He loved you more than anything. And he never failed to show that through the many acts of affection. His favorite one being buried deep inside you as he whispered the sweet nothings into your ear.

The sex drive of your marriage was high, that was a fact. It was how you ended up with two children in the first place. Two girls who looked exactly like their dad, not even bothering to try with your genes. They had his complexion, his hair, his overly beautiful eyes. They had everything of his.

When you had your first daughter, most people in your life assumed she was an accident. Assumed that Gojo had simply “forgotten” to pull out.

They didn’t know how noisy you’d gotten that night, holding onto your husband tightly as you begged him to fill you up. Begged him to put a baby in you. You wanted to feel all of him.

Your second child was all him. Him begging to give you another one. To pump you nice and full with one more baby. And who were you to say no? You two were building a family and you loved it.

Four and two.

Those were your daughters’ ages, beautiful girls who looked almost identical to each other, obviously. You liked to call them and Gojo triplets. And it made his heart swell knowing that they were something you had both created. Together. Even though they clearly had a favorite already.

His daughters clung to him every second that he was around them. Refusing to let daddy go as your youngest sat in his lap with an adorable grin. Giggling softly as her big sister tied scrunchies into the soft bed of white hair.

“Mommy look! Daddy’s all pretty now,” she clapped, clearly proud of her work as she pulled lightly at the short ponytails.

You watched Gojo grumble under his breath, unable to hide his smile as he looked up at your standing frame. Cheeks tinted red when you laughed softly. “He is baby, he’s very pretty now. Looks just like you two.” Leaning down to peck both their cheeks with a smile of your own.

You yelped softly as you were pulled down, sat on the other side of your husband’s lap as he smirked. “You know who’s just as perfect as you two? Your mommy.”

Your older daughter hummed, cuddling into your lap with a nod. “You are very pretty mommy. Wanna look like you when i get big.”

You couldn’t find the words. As much as you knew that was impossible, it warmed your heart to the core. Especially when your other daughter nodded in agreement, fitting herself on you beside her sister. “You’re very very pretty mommy.”

“Thanks my babies.” You smiled warmly, an arm wrapped around each of them as Gojo wrapped one around you. “Now, you owe me a little kiss too.” He pouted. You giggled, pressing your lips to his in a short kiss before pulling away.

Neither of you wanting to hear the exaggerated ewww that escaped from your daughters’ mouths when you kissed for even a second too long.

You liked to think that you got lucky to have such sweet children. The kind that makes others actually want a child of their own.

—

You loved your life. Everyone could see that. But it had been way too long since you and Gojo were able to spend some alone time together.

It wasn’t your idea, it was his. And you couldn’t not give in when you allowed yourself to think about it. A weekend all to yourselves with complete privacy. A chance for you both to relax.

It was Friday, and you rung the doorbell to your dear friend Nanami’s house, a childish grin on Gojo’s face as he waited for the door to swing open.

Nanami raised a brow upon seeing you two, a cup of coffee in his hand as if you’d interrupted his peaceful morning.

“Uncle Kentooo!!” Two high pitched voices rung out. Little legs running to hug the blond man by his own. Nanami’s eyes widened momentarily, steadying the mug in his hand away from the two latching on to him.

A small smile gracing his face when they grinned up at him. “Well hello you two.”

Gojo grabbed the cup from his friend when your daughters started making upsie signals with their hands. Nanami picking them both up on either side of his torso, turning sharply on his heel as he asked them about their week.

“If that isn’t the sweetest thing I don’t know what is.” You giggled, Gojo’s hand on the small of your back as you brought in two pink princess bags. “So.. Kento-”

“We need a favor.” Gojo was quick to cut to the chase, Nanami not bothering to even watch him as he let small hands play in his hair. His emotions far from the bored expression on his face.

“I’ll watch them.”

“Thank you so much Kento. My parents will be coming for them tonight.” You smiled, the man only nodding with a hidden shrug. “You’re just lucky they’re nothing like him.” Pointing his head in the direction of the man sat next to you.

“Hey!” Gojo gasped in faux offense, “I’m awesome thank you very much.”

Nanami only scoffed. And you and Gojo stood up to give your girls a final hug and kiss to their foreheads. “We’ll see you on Sunday okay my darlings? Grandma and grandpa will come for you later yeah? Mommy and Daddy love you so much.”

“Uh huh, bye mommy, bye daddy!” They sung together, something else that they tended to do from time to time.

As you walked out of Nanami’s house, ready to go home and pack a few clothes, your head tilted. Confusion evident on your face when you looked up at Gojo. “Doesn’t he have work today?”

“Yeah but he adores them. He’d skip work everyday if he had to.”

It was true, Nanami was one of your biggest supports. He was always willing to take them off your hands for even an hour. He hated to admit it but he loved them like they were his own. He truly thought of himself as an uncle.

You found it adorable how serious he was until he was sure you left. Allowing himself to give into their tea parties and makeovers. He was one of the people you trusted most.

You knew that your daughters were in good hands for the day, especially since Nobara and Yuji would be there. Their inner children coming out whenever they were around your daughters.

—

Gojo had taken you to a hot spring resort nearly two hours away. One of the best that he could find.

You were in awe the second you stepped into the place. Never getting used to the amount of money Gojo was willing to spend on you.

The room was huge, and to say it was gorgeous was an understatement. But it paled in comparison to the view. The large steaming pools which were adorned with large marble sloped rocks and tall trees. The whole resort enclosed within mountains which seemed to touch the clouds. The sun setting behind beds of luscious green as the sky glimmered pink and orange.

It was perfect.

Snd the first thing you did after settling in was head into the heated waters. Breathing out contented sigh as you sunk neck down. Allowing the warmth to calm every last one of your nerves. The tension you didn’t even know you had in your shoulder slowing subsiding as you leaned your head back onto one of the large rocks.

“This is amazing.” You smiled, blinking your eyes open to look at your husband, who kept complaining that the area he was in was too hot. Not allowing himself to go any further than his legs until you pulled him into a hug.

Letting the water flow in place at your shoulders. Ignoring the over dramatic faces that your husband was making at the “heat”, simply resting your head in his neck as you relaxed in each other’s arms.

—

The tv blared ever so slightly as you cuddled into Gojo’s side. The coolness of the room unable to beat the warmth that still stuck to your skin. You had just got off a call with the girls. They were at their grandparents’ house. No doubt having way too much dessert before bed. Though they’d most likely get to stay up late watching cartoons.

“You know..” Gojo started, his fingers trailing soft shapes on your skin, “We should have another one.”

You lifted your head off of his chest, “I don’t think they’ll sell us drinks right now love.”

“I’m not talking about drinks.” Your stomach fluttered when Gojo turned you over, his knee in between your thigh as his lips ghosted over your ear. “I’m talking about putting another baby in you.” Allowing it to brush over your clothed clit.

Your lips parted in a whimper when he kissed down your neck. Swiftly pulling off your shirt to kiss at your chest, taking each of your nipples into his mouth while he fondled the other. Your hips bucking up into him when he began grinding his hips slowly into you.

You shivered when his lips touched your belly. Peppering it with small kisses as he hummed against your skin. “Let me make your belly swell.”

You moaned softly, nodding your head eagerly. “P-please.”

“Hmm, gonna give me a third one sweet girl? Gonna make us a pretty family of five?” He husked, kisses getting more aggressive as he trailed back up. His cock twitching at the little whimpers that you failed to contain when you made a noise of agreement.

“Mhm, ‘m gonna give you another one. Wanna give you another one.”

“Yeah?” He breathed, looking for that final bit of confirmation before his lips smashed onto yours. The kiss hard and needy as he worked on removing the rest of your clothes. His fingers dipping down between your folds with a groan. “You’re so soaked f’ me pretty.”

He ran his hand up your slit teasingly, rubbing tiny circles onto your clit making you whine out. “Toruu, no teasing.”

He chuckled, his thick cock prodding at your entrance as he lifted your legs to wrap around his waist. Your hands instinctively draping around his shoulders so that he was pressed into you. A loud moan sounding through the room as he sank into you.

You let a small mewl escape your lips with every movement of his hips. His thrusts gradually increasing in pace till he was hammering into you. Pulling his length almost all the way out before slamming it back into you.

Bright blue eyes met yours, your breathing getting heavier as your back arched off the bed. Nails digging into the skin of his back as you were rocked back and forth. Your husband’s thick cock stretching you out so deliciously as it repeatedly kissed your sweet spot. The position allowing him so deep inside you that he bulged lightly in your stomach.

“Toru, nngh— so good. Ahh.” You were getting noisy. Your cute babbles mixing with the loud echoes of his skin hitting yours. The mere force of his loving making it twice as loud.

You could only moan shakily as you pulled him even closer. Drool covered lips parting in sweet cries when your nails scratched down his back. “O-oh fuck. Ahhh.”

“Taking me so well. My pretty little wifey, can’t wait to see you carrying my child again. Fuck,” He grunted, squelching noises growing louder as your sticky pussy leaked onto your thighs and his. The whole roomed filled with your lewd sounds of pleasure as you both fell into each other. “Gonna fill you up real good baby. Stuff that messy pussy so full of my cum and watch that belly swell.”

Your legs trembled at his words, your hold on him tightening as the rhythmic slapping clouded your brain. Your vision blurring with tears as your stomach tightened. Every nerve along your walls being set on fire as you were fucked like you’d disappear in any moment.

Gojo’s sinking to elbows at the sides of your head for you to cry into his broad chest when you felt yourself nearing your high. “Toruu— so good Toruu, so g-good.”

“Hmm you’re close f’me,” he groaned, your pussy holding him snug as your body shook. “Shit, gonna make you a mama of three. Gonna give it to ya so deep— f-fuckk. Look at me when you cum.” He whispered lowly, your glassy eyes peeling open to blink up at him dumbly.

“Nngh— ‘m, a-ahhh, Toru ‘m so c-close.” You couldn’t think. Your brain unable to process anything but him and the way his cock was fucking into you so good. Your thoughts blanking out as you were engulfed by an indescribable pleasure. Mouth opened in a final cry as you fell off the edge.

“That’s it. Cum f’ me baby. Make a fucking mess on my cock. There you go— just like that.” His thrusts never slowed as a high pitched scream bubbled in your throat. Your body trembling uncontrollably beneath him as you let go. Sopping pussy gushing all over him just the way he liked it. His thrusts never losing their pace as you squirted with a continuous string of moans.

Your husband’s thrusts got sloppy. Head falling into the crook of your neck as he unknowingly slowed down. His thrusts hard and deep as he moaned into your delicate skin. Finding it adorable how your little mewls began to match his pace.

“Love this pussy so fucking much. Could pump her full of my cum every fucking day. Shit— here it comes baby.” His slow thrusts synced with his words, lips capturing yours hungrily as he buried himself deep inside you. Tip sat at your cervix’s entrance when his cock twitched. Spurts after spurts of the the thick substance flooding your insides with heat.

Gojo pulled away from you, a small string of saliva connecting your lips to each other’s. You stayed clung to him like a koala to a tree. Tiredly smiling up at him when he pecked your nose. “If we keep having children every two years we’ll end up with fifty grandkids.”

He chuckled, resting his forehead against yours. “So, what are we gonna name her?”

“Her?”

“We only have girls so far baby, i don’t think it’s in my blood to have a boy.” He joked, both of you laughing as you thought of any possible truth of his words.

“I wouldn’t mind a boy,” You sighed softly, using your finger to brush away the loose strands of hair that fell over his eyes. “I think he’d look just like you.”

Gojo’s hand rested on your belly, using his thumb to rub over it softly. “I’d love either, only cause i’d know that i made them with you.”

Your heart skipped a beat. “I love you so much.”

“ And I love you more than you could ever imagine sweet girl.”

[ggukgoldensoul]

GLASSES

pairing; idol!jk x reader

summary; jungkook comes home from a rehearsal to find reader wearing glasses for the first time.

warnings; dom!jk, oral fem, fingering, clit play, fluff aftercare, again jungkook is so down bad for reader.

a/n; a little bit short but i should be sleeping and instead im writing this because i needed to write it, so enjoy this.

word count; 663

the tv was long forgotten now that jungkook was home. she knew he was exhausted, she had prepared him dinner, his favorite dish and also a nice bath, a massage and some cuddles that she knew would help him sleep after a long day of recording and practicing. that is what she had planned… but jungkook had other plans for the night. and all because she was wearing glasses.

her legs were on his shoulders, underwear forgotten, jungkook’s tshirt also forgotten and his head was buried on her. 

his hands were gripping her tights, nails digging on them while his tongue worked on her, feasting like a starved man. her moans filled the room as jungkook sucked on her clit, “jungk- ah- kook, fuck” she gripped his long hair and her back arched, feeling the pleasure on her spine like an electric shock. 

his hands searched hers and squeezed them, as if saying that he is there and he isn't going anywhere. his tongue never stopped, he went to her clit, biting it softly and sucking it making her scream, legs trembling and head dizzy. 

his tongue went to her hole again and pinched her clit, moving his fingers to create the friction he knew would send her into a storm of pure pleasure. “kook- kook- im cumming- fuck im cum-” and with a last lap of his tongue on her core, she came undone underneath him. her mouth opened into a silent scream and her hands squeezed tightly his. 

jungkook kissed her clit one last time and travelled up and up, kissing and biting every bit of skin he found until he reached her mouth and kissed her. tasting herself on his lips, she felt his fingers play with her folds and entrance. “kook, please-” his tattooed hand cupped her jaw, his thumb stroking his lips. “you can do it babe, one more, ok? just one more” he whispered. not giving her time to answer, he shoved two fingers into her.

her hand gripped his shoulder, digging her nails and moaning to his mouth. “that’s it babe, my pretty girl, so good for me.” his pace was slow but hard, hitting her g spot. “you like it? i know you do. all of this is because of you, your pretty face with these glasses that make you look so fucking sexy, i love you so much.” 

his words hit her hard, she had never felt so loved before, nobody had cared for her the way jungkook did, and she was so thankful to have him. 

she felt her climax again, she was feeling so good she didn't want it to end. jungkook knew she was near, he could feel it in the way her walls clenched, how she was squirming and moaning. his thumb stroked her clit while his fingers sank into her, fast, deep and hard.

“kook- kook- bae, i wanna cum please, please, please.”

“whatever my princess wants.” his lips kissed her neck and with a last thrust of his fingers she came undone again. her breathing was rapid and labored, closing her eyes, she rested her forehead against his and jungkook whispered sweet things to her. a few minutes passed until she felt awoken again. her eyes opened and jungkook smiled softly at her, rising her glasses a bit. “you okay there?” she nodded and hid on his neck. “my pretty girl”a kiss to her forehead, “i love you so so much, i think im going to die.”

“hmm, dont you dare die now kook, we have too many things to live.”

“yeah thats right, but now” he took her in his arms “its time for a bath and then to bed.”

“youre the perfect boyfriend.”

“i know babe.”

all rights reserved to ©ggukgoldensoul. no tranlations allowed. no copy theme. don not copy my work.

🏷️; @redcherrykook

[my-beloved-idol]

Can I request how the Huntrix and the Saja Boys would react to their gn s/o sleeping with a plushie please?

K-POP DEMON HUNTERS HEADCANONS ✦ YOU SLEEP WITH A PLUSHIE

includes: saja boys & huntrix.

note: first request! thank you very much.

✦ JINU

He blushes SO hard and gets super shy. And he doesn't even know why. He'd be stammering like, “O-Oh! Is that—did I—do you always…?”

Thinks it’s sweet and feels honored you’re comfortable enough to show him that side of you.

Next day he brings you another plushie, unsure if it’s too much, and hides it behind his back.

Eventually he starts sleeping with his own, saying it's just for “support” but you know the truth.

“I think... they get along,” he says, placing them beside each other carefully.

Would make a special tiny hat for yours.

✦ ABBY

He melts. He MELTS. You have no idea what you just did to him.

“Oh? So this is the real you, huh?” he says, brushing your hair back fondly.

You would sometimes find him just watching TV with the plushie on his bare chest for moral support?

"You can hold the plushie if you want, baby. But if it’s between him and me... Choose wisely.” (said in his hot whispery movie voice)

He ends up naming it and referring to it as your child.

✦ ROMANCE

He sees it, gasps a little, then immediately lays beside you and kisses your cheek.

“That is the most adorable thing I’ve ever seen. You’re just full of surprises.”

Secretly jealous of the plushie because he wants to be the thing you cling to.

Starts giving it tiny head pats every time he sees it, calling it “rival” with a dramatic sigh.

Cuddles you from behind, arm wrapped around your waist and the plush.

“Don’t worry. There’s room for all of us.”

✦ MYSTERY

Doesn’t say a word… just stares at you holding it like 🧍‍♂️

He thinks it’s ridiculously cute but doesn’t know how to express that in words.

Instead, he gently adjusts your blanket, kisses your forehead and whispers,

“Hold it tight. Sweet dreams.”

One night, you wake up to find his fingers tangled in yours and the plushie tucked between you both.

Pretends he doesn't know what you're talking about if you bring it up.

✦ BABY SAJA

First reaction: he laughs his ass off, no mercy.

“No way. You? A plushie? Nah, you’re messing with me— wait, you're serious?”

…And then he buys you five more. One looks like him. One is him (custom made, he's insane like that).

At night, he’ll tug it out of your arms just to make you whine for it.

“Tch. So dramatic. Fine, take it back. But you owe me one kiss per leg it has.”

And yes, sometimes he jealously pushes it away and replaces it with himself.

✦ ZOEY

Instant loud laugh. “NO WAY. THAT'S SO CUTE. I’M TELLING EVERYONE—no wait, no I’m not, I swear.”

Jumps on the bed and demands to know the plushie's name, origin story, and favorite food.

She loves it and finds it comforting too.

Will tease you relentlessly, but also gives it lil high fives and says “Good job keeping ‘em safe, lil dude.”

Makes you scoot over so she can join the cuddle pile.

“This bed fits three now: you, me, and the plush. Move over, snugglebug.”

✦ MIRA

Her eyes get all dreamy and sparkly. She absolutely loves seeing you soft and vulnerable like that.

“You look so peaceful… I kinda wanna be your plushie now.”

Pulls you into a gentle hug from behind, rests her chin on your shoulder, and sighs happily.

Starts braiding little ribbons or charms into the plush’s fur for luck.

Treats it with so much love and respect.

“If you ever can’t sleep, I’ll be your second plushie, okay?”

✦ RUMI

She lets out the tiniest gasp, heart absolutely melting.

“Wait... do you always sleep like this? That's so sweet…”

Sits beside you and lightly strokes your hair as you doze off.

Secretly wraps a tiny scarf around the plushie to keep it warm.

She adores it to death and will keep it safe when you’re away.

“It’s comforting, isn’t it? Something to hold. I’ll be here too anyway. Always.”

[riotgurlll]

date everything characters (u can choose, which characters) with reader that has big boobs 🤗

Date everything characters with big chested homeowner!!

I’ll be keeping the reader gender neutral but afab for this one!! I loved writing this because I’m personally a larger lady and with that comes a bigger chest, so it’s nice writing stuff I can relate too as well!! Enjoy riotpeeps!! <3

AN: I honestly could do a part two… should I??? 😭😭 (like with other characters)

CW: kinda smutty but not too much

·:*¨༺ ♱✮♱ ༻¨*:·

Mateo Manta 🩵🥥

-I think he’d love to have a partner with a bigger chest. 

-Whenever you guys snuggle I bet he loves to rest his head against your chest: as would a lot of people, but since we can all agree that Mateo is 100% a big cuddle bug, I think he loves it the MOST.

-if you ever get insecure, he’ll pout and shake his head slowly, cupping your cheeks as he hushes you lovingly. He’d say something like “mi amor.. you don’t need to hide from me..” while giving you little butterfly kisses. He’d reassure you, tell you that he thinks you’re beautiful and that he quite likes your chest size.

-if you’re like me and have stretch marks anywhere on your breasts, he’d love to trace them while you cuddle. I’d like to imagine him being the big spoon, slightly leaning over you as the both of you snuggle together bare in bed one morning..

He’s carefully using his finger to trace the colored stripes that adorn your chest, the slight contact making you feel almost ticklish as he repeats his actions over and over again. He’d press a sweet kiss just below your ear, whispering about how pretty you are and about how much he loves you.

-If you’re ever kissing I can see him gently running his hand down to the side of your breasts- he’s naturally shy about it but he can’t help himself.. he’ll ask you in a quiet voice if he can feel you. 

-if you say yes, he’ll press another warm kiss to your lips; filled with love and tender desire. His large hands would envelop each mound, carefully squeezing and testing the waters. He wants to make sure you’re comfortable, he wants to know what you like, and he’d do anything to find out.

Betty 🎀🛏️ 

-TWINNNNN

-honestly, she’d love it too. Similar with Mateo, she would love to snuggle with someone who has a bigger chest. It’s just so cozy!! And she’d love for you to rest your head on hers too.

-I feel like whenever you two kiss, both of your busts press together a decent amount and let’s just say the thought would make her blush. It’s not just a sexy thing, I feel like she finds it to be very connecting and intimate. Like your hearts are pressed together!! (Even tho your hearts are in fact not located in your tatas..)

-she loves it when you wear low cut things, she genuinely finds you to be so beautiful. She’ll compliment you, a lot- actually. Something like “look at you, lover~” through a loving smile as she presses a kiss to the top of your head. She’ll hype you up too, no matter what clothes you’re in.

-she’d press kisses to the top of your chest if you’re wearing smth low cut- if the position calls for it, like if you’re sitting on the couch together or something. I can totally see her kissing your cleave 

-everyone sexualizes her a lot and that’s fine bc she’s a sexual girlie and she serves CUNTTTTT, but I also wanna touch upon her in a more romantic light: I think that she loves to tell you how gorgeous you are. She just loves to praise you in general, and she’ll tell you how much she loves your chest whenever you need her to OR whenever you see fit.

Freddy Yeti 🧊🍨

-this big guy definitely has a soft spot for big tits 

-sure, he loves the cold, but they’re just so warm… sometimes it’s a nice change of pace!! He loves to hold them- honestly, he’s so big that his hands probably cover them no matter what, but he knows that your chest is big and he adores it. 

-he loves the angle he gets whenever he looks at you.. since he’s so tall, he has to look down at you, right? Well his view probably consists of the top of your head mostly, kinda like a point five, and then your chest. That’s pretty much it- he loves it!! It’s so silly

^^seriously every time you get something from the fridge, that’s his view- and while it makes him chuckle, he can’t help but find it adorable. 

-since he’s so big he probably feels more comfy with bigger chests, just because I Freddy is very “the bigger the better” in the most normal way. Plus points if you’re bigger in general, he adores you!!

-will not STAND for you talking bad about yourself. He will shush you and tell you not to sweat it. 

-he’ll pick you up and cuddle with you so he can rest his head on your chest. I KNOW I FEATURE CHEST RESTING IN EVERYTHING BUT ITS INEVITABLE OKAY GOOD LORD

Skips ☕️🧪

-in his ‘human’ form he definitely gets flustered. Honestly, even in his shadow monster or whatever form he still gets flustered, but he’s more flirty if that makes sense? Realistically I think that he has more confidence in that state, so it just makes sense to me. IDK VISION IT

-that green blush. THAT DAMN BLUSH IM TELLING YOU.

-He tries not to, but I’m sure he steals glances at your chest/cleavage very often. It’s like an instinct, you’ll be talking to him and he’ll get all flustered and his eyes will quickly look down before looking back up at you- he prays you don’t notice, but you do. Every time.

-if you ask him to touch you or just tell him that he can he’ll also get very intimidated. I feel like he’d be extremely hesitant at first when he’s touching you anywhere in general, but especially when it’s your chest. 

It doesn’t help that your tits are huge, either. He loves it, and finds you beautiful, but he still gets shy. (Even though he will claim he doesn’t care and is in fact not nervous, he is very nervous.) 

-press your boobs together when you’re talking to him. I dare you. 

(^he’ll stare a bit longer)

-imagine the two of you fooling around when he’s in his human form, maybe he’s on his back and you’re half way on top of him as the two of you kiss slowly, your top long gone by now.

Nervously, he guides his hand from your shoulder down your upper arm, then glides his hand gently on top of your mound. She gasp at the contact: “a-are you okay..?” He asks you with a low whisper, concerned. You smile and nod. “Y’hands are cold.” You giggle softly, pressing another kiss to his lips. He breaks away quickly to say one thing; “sorry..” 

Chance 🍷🎲

-first of all I think he has big hands. (Obvi not as big as your chest but still! They feel great.)

-he’d probably steal glances during campaigns lets be honest with ourselves. Maybe the office group has a campaign going that they invited you into, and while he’s narrating a scene he’ll stare a moment too long at your chest. Maybe you don’t notice, but Dasha definitely does. She gives him a raised brow, and he just looks away. The others notice his stutter as he stumbles over his words, but they don’t think much of it. (He’s a dweeb, your honor.)

-I feel like he feels bad looking at your boobs all the time, cuz it makes him feel rude; so if you call him out on it or tease him for it he’ll apologize and tell you he isn’t doing it with malicious intent. (You knew this)

-Looooves missionary because this man would love to watch your chest bounce. Of course, he’d be looking into your eyes most of the time- but he can still see them in his peripheral.

-he’ll be really patient with you if you’re not very secure with the way your chest is. I mean he would never pry and try and force you out of your comfort zone— especially when it comes to sexual things or body image, but he will 100% tell you that you’re beautiful and that you have nothing to worry about. 

Penelope 🖇️📒

-this girl would be so flustered

-I mean, you already make her nervous, but she adores the way you look— like, she should’ve set up a date with the two of you sooner!! Gosh

-she’ll use her silly little office monthly quotes to hype her up sometimes, she’ll get flirty with you if you’re wearing something that makes your tits look nice and then right after she’ll get nervous and ramble on and on with an embarrassed laugh

-I’d say her chest is pretty small, from what I can see from her sprites: but I think she’d find the contrast to be nice. She probably things the two of you go so well together all ready!!

-Idk if yall saw that ending art of her sleeping on Dasha’s tata but that’s her with you!!!

-I feel like whenever she sees you topless she mumbled about how pretty you are

-may or may not have accidentally doodled a picture of your body on a sticky note one day while she was lost in thought about some organization thing: when she realized what she was drawing she dropped her pen and folded the sticky note faster than the speed of light— peering around her shoulders to see if anyone was paying attention… phew.

-she likes how heavy they feel in her smaller hands

Hector ❄️🔥

-I think he admires your chest a lot, he probably compares you to some Greek or Roman statue in his mind, or an old painting. He genuinely finds your body to be beautiful; like a work of art. He’d probably write about it, too.

-if you were ever doubtfully looking in the mirror studying a top or dress that (in your opinion) made your chest look weird or too 

Pronounced, he would tell you not to worry from the nearest vent and that you look divine in his eyes. 

-I think when he is actually in the vents he’s way more forward with his admiration. Obviously, I mean we’ve seen how he is outside of them!! He’s so cute I’m crying anyways

-he’ll still express his love for you and your body outside of the vents, he just does it in a slightly more nervous and careful way. He’d have a harder time making eye contact, but he still wants you to know he thinks you’re pretty. 

-does not understand why you could ever me insecure about them if you are, and if you’re the type of person who loves the fact you have a larger chest, he’ll agree with you!! Very much so. 

He’ll nod all my as you jokingly flaunt them in a new top or something, saying smth like “oh, yes- definitely. I think you look amazing, my love.”

Abel🪵🥕

-he’d get all rosey at the sight of your chest, even more so if it was bare

-he’d probably hint at compliments, but we know Abel— he’s a big ole softy AND he’s shy- kinda? So he probably won’t directly say smth but like… he’s dropping HINTS

-would adore to watch you on top of him 😯😯omg who said this oh em gee

-If you were wearing a low cut top he’d probably say something like “Awh shucks..” under his breath while taking his hat off. (He’s so cute I’m crying)

-he’d say “you’re prettier than a mornin’ sunrise with a nice hot cup of coffee while the roosters are hootin’ and hollerin” or something of the sort (he’s so silly)

-I feel like he has calloused hands, so they’d feel rough against you

-THIS MAN IS A GENTLEMAN, He won’t make sexual comments right away at ALL, he’ll mostly keep his thoughts to himself at first, because he doesn’t want to be too forward or make you uncomfortable.