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[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~"

[starkeygirl114]

Baby daddy Rafe x Shy reader

Warnings: toxic relationships, cursing, past trauma, pregnancy, possessiveness, narcissist, mean girl vibes, Abuse, physical and mental abuse, mentions of blood, weapons, Ward Cameron (yes he’s alive in this story 🥴, past drug abuse, mentions of drugs, rehab, alcohol, being drunk/high, teasing/ poking fun of friends, Mentions of cheating, mental health mentions, anxiety, angst, crying, vomiting ( I’m sorry 😣) smut 🙂‍↕️, loss of appetite.

18+ read the warnings. If the warnings are too much for you do not read!!

Authors note: oof this one did something to me.

Part 11 1/2

Rafe and Keegan ran around the yard, the two of them chasing each other between the swings and the slide, tossing the football back and forth. I sat on the steps, smiling at how excited Keegan got when he managed to catch it.

“You’re gonna be a pro when you get older, bud,” Rafe called, jogging after him.

Keegan’s laugh rang out into the night sky as he ran as fast as his little legs could carry him. “Mommy, you catch!” he shouted, throwing the ball toward me.

I caught it with a surprised yelp, making Rafe grin. Keegan clapped his hands.

“You better run, Momma you got the ball!” Rafe warned, and the two of them charged at me. I squealed and took off toward the spot Keegan had picked as the end zone. Before I could make it, Rafe wrapped his arms around my waist, lifting me into the air.

“I got her, Keegan! Get the ball, we can score!”

Keegan darted past, snatching the ball. I laughed, wriggling free of Rafe’s hold. “You two are cheaters!”

“We don’t cheat. You’re just too slow,” Rafe teased, pulling me into a quick hug from behind.

“Yeah, whatever you say, Cameron,” I rolled my eyes, shoving him playfully.

“Come on, Mommy, you gotta chase me now!” Keegan yelled, running past me with the ball. I took off after him, but he slipped away, scoring again.

“Oh yeah, I’m the man!” Keegan shouted, breaking into his little touchdown dance that made both Rafe and I laugh.

When he was finally satisfied, we headed inside. Rafe got him bathed and changed into pajamas, then Keegan came running back to the living room, hair damp and sticking up everywhere.

“Daddy said we can watch a movie before bed! I wanna watch Toy Story, Mommy!”

I turned it on while Rafe made popcorn. We curled up together on the couch, Keegan snuggled right between us. Halfway through, his eyes started to flutter shut. Within minutes, he was out cold.

“That didn’t take long at all,” Rafe murmured, holding him against his chest.

We finished the movie quietly, the sound of the credits filling the room. Rafe carried Keegan upstairs, settling him into bed. When he came back down, he stopped behind the couch, his phone glowing in his hand.

“I feel gross. I’m gonna take a shower,” I said, standing up.

“Come here.”

I moved toward him slowly, and his hand caught my waist, pulling me into him. His mouth met mine, sucking my bottom lip between his teeth before trailing lower.

“Mm, you don’t understand what you do to me,” he murmured, his fingers tangling roughly in my hair and tugging until my neck was exposed. His lips peppered kisses down the side of my throat, biting at my collarbone.

“Go take your shower. I have to go handle something. I’ll be back in a little bit,” Rafe said against my skin.

“Rafe… you’re leaving? It’s late.” My hands pressed to his chest, reluctant.

“I’ll be back. It won’t be too late. Just enjoy your shower and get in bed.”

I didn’t bother asking where he was going I knew it wouldn’t end well if I pushed. Instead, I gave a small nod and whispered goodnight before heading upstairs. The sound of the front door opening and closing reached me as I slipped into the hot steam of my shower. Later, dressed in one of Rafe’s shirts, I curled into bed, the sheets cool around me. Sleep came quicker than I expected.

I felt the bed dip under Rafe’s weight and rolled slightly, peeking at the clock. 2:45 a.m.

“Rafe…” My voice was small, groggy.

“Shhh. It’s okay, baby. Go back to sleep.” His arms wrapped around me, his skin still damp from a shower. I pressed into his chest, too tired to argue, and drifted back off.

By morning, he was gone again. When I came downstairs, Keegan was standing on a stool at the counter, watching Rafe flip an omelet.

“Good morning, Mommy!” Keegan beamed, waving at me.

Rafe glanced over. “Hey, pretty girl.” He slid the food onto a plate like nothing was wrong.

We sat down together. I ate quietly, though every time I looked up, Rafe’s eyes were on me. He didn’t look away.

“Does it not taste good?” he asked finally.

“It’s good. I’m just… not that hungry.”

“Eat it anyway. Right, Keegan? We eat our food.”

Keegan nodded happily, shoveling in his portion. I forced mine down.

When breakfast was over and Keegan had run off to play, I washed the dishes. Rafe lingered at the table, sipping black coffee and flipping through the newspaper. Once the sink was empty, I sat across from him.

“Rafe… where did you go last night?”

His eyes lifted slowly. “Why are you questioning me?”

“You came home late as hell. Took a shower before you even got in bed. That’s sus, and you know it.” My voice was sharper than I meant, but I didn’t care.

He set the paper down with a snap, leaning forward. “Say what you really want, Y/N. I’m so fucking tired of you beating around the bush. Just fucking say it. You think I’m messing around? Is that it?”

“I don’t know what to think!” My chest tightened as my voice cracked. “I’m trying here, but it feels like you’re either glued to that stupid phone or pissed at me. How the hell am I supposed to feel like we’re making progress?” I shoved my chair back and stood, storming toward the living room.

Rafe was on me in seconds, his hand clamping around my arm, spinning me to face him. “Calm down. Don’t start yelling Keegan’s upstairs.” His eyes were sharp, jaw tight. “What’s gotten into you? I go out for a little bit and you act like I disappeared for days.”

“No, not days. That was the old you,” I snapped, yanking my arm free. “Now it’s just sneaky shit. Making me feel like a crazy person. At least before I knew when you were on your bullshit.”

“Don’t do this, Y/N. You’re gonna regret it.” His body pressed me into the wall, his breath hot against my face.

“I’m not doing anything. I just need air. I need to get out of this house.”

His expression hardened. “Go ahead. Leave. But Keegan stays with me. You’re not taking my son from me again.”

He stepped back, giving me just enough room to move. I bolted upstairs, slamming the bedroom door behind me. Sliding down against it, I broke into sobs, covering my face with my hands.

Downstairs, I heard Rafe pacing the foyer.

“Daddy, what happened? What was that noise?” Keegan’s little voice floated down the stairs.

Rafe moved so he could see him. “It was nothing, baby. Come here, I want you with me.”

Keegan hurried into his arms, looking up at him with wide eyes. “Where’s Mommy?”

“Mommy isn’t feeling the best,” Rafe said smoothly. “She went to lay down. We’ll check on her later. She just needs some sleep.”

My sobs eventually dulled into soft cries until there was nothing left. My eyes burned, my cheeks stiff with dried tears. I lay curled on the floor, staring blankly at the ceiling fan until the weight in my body dragged me under.

When I woke hours later, my limbs felt like cement. Sitting up, I hissed as I stretched, then dragged myself to the bathroom. The mirror didn’t lie my hair was a mess, my eyes bloodshot and swollen. After washing my face and fixing my hair, I looked normal enough on the outside. Inside, though, I still felt split open.

Keegan. He couldn’t see me like this. I had to hold it together for him.

I pulled on shorts and a tank top before heading downstairs. The house was quiet. Too quiet.

“Keegan?” I called. No answer.

The living room was empty. So was the backyard. A pit formed in my stomach as I rushed to the front door. Rafe’s car was gone.

My heart pounded. I tore through the couch cushions until I found my phone. Missed calls from the Pogues. Texts I hadn’t answered. I hadn’t even told them I wasn’t coming.

None of that mattered now.

I dialed Rafe. Straight to voicemail. I texted him: Where are you? Where’s Keegan?

No response.

Minutes bled into what felt like hours. Then, finally, the front door opened. Keegan came bouncing in, cheeks flushed with excitement. Rafe followed.

Relief washed over me so fast it was dizzying. I scooped Keegan into my arms, looking him over, hugging him tight.

“Hi, Mommy!” he chirped, clueless to my panic.

When I lifted my head, my eyes locked with Rafe’s. “I called you. I texted you.”

His gaze darkened. “Keegan, buddy, go in your room and play for a bit. Daddy needs to talk to Mommy. Grown-up stuff.”

Keegan gave me another hug and took off upstairs, leaving the storm to break.

Rafe stepped closer. “I didn’t answer your calls or texts because I didn’t want to. Keegan and I were golfing with the guys. That’s it. He was safe with his father.”

“You still didn’t tell me where you were. You took my baby and didn’t say a word.”

“I’m his father!” His voice cut sharp. “I don’t need to fucking tell you anything. If I want to go somewhere with my son, I will. Just like you do whatever the fuck you want. Don’t forget you’re the one who kept him from me for months.”

My chest caved. “Rafe, I kept Keegan away because you were sick. I couldn’t raise a baby with you while you were coked out. You couldn’t even take care of yourself.” My voice cracked under the weight of those memories Keegan’s first months, me alone, terrified.

Rafe’s eyes burned. “And I worked my ass off to get clean! I had to do that shit alone. Nobody fucking held my hand. I went to rehab. I did the classes. I stayed off it. Even after I got clean, you still hesitated to let me have my son. So no you don’t get to come at me for taking him out for a fun afternoon.” His chest rose and fell, each breath heavier than the last.

Tears threatened, but I bit them back. “I was just worried, okay? I know you’re a good dad. Fuck, Rafe I don’t know anymore. I’m all over the place. I hate fighting with you. But it’s like… you don’t notice me unless I act out of character.”

Silence. His jaw flexed, his eyes staring somewhere just past me. Then, finally, he looked at me again.

“I don’t know what you want from me,” he muttered, brushing past. His arm grazed mine as he went, a fleeting touch that made my whole body ache to follow. But I stayed rooted, swallowing the ache, watching him disappear down the hall.

[youngheejay]

Stubbles and Kisses

Yes I’ve gone feral ever since I saw these pictures. Why is he so hot when he’s being a normal dude? Idk his manliness is driving me insane (I need him so bad pls)

Sunghoon x fem!reader [established relationship]

You were making yourself a snack when all of the sudden your boyfriend had caged you in a tight back hug.

“Where were you…” he mumbled sleepily into your skin as he had just woken up from a nap. He closed his tired eyes and buried his face into the depth of the crook of your neck.

“I’m just making some snack,” you quickly patted his head before focusing on your sandwich again, weighing between sweet-chilli sauce and teriyaki sauce.

“When did I allow you to leave the bed without my permission?” He slapped your butt, his face still buried in your neck. You yelped at the stinging feeling, “you were sleeping, what was I supposed to do?”

His arms tightened around your waist as he began to sway your bodies in a soft rhythm, “hmmm…” he began, thinking about a response.

“Hmmm…” you mimicked, cutting some pickles. You felt his smile form against your skin, “I don’t know… just don’t leave me again like this. Ever.” He threatened lightheartedly, but you knew deep down he was being serious.

“Ok, you big baby~” You replied as if you were talking to a child.

Contented, he rubbed his face against your skin, his chin now planted on your exposed shoulder as the stubbles on his neck began to scratch against your skin. “Gosh~ you’re so soft,” he sighed as rubbed himself against you like a cat.

You pushed your finger against his forehead, putting a distance between your skin and his stubbles, “and you’re scratching me with your unshaven beard stubbles.”

He gasped dramatically, “oh no! What are we going to do?” He attached his chin and neck on your skin again, scratching you now with determination.

“Hoonie~” you began to laugh, “what are you doing?” You tried to pull your head away but he followed you. “Punishing my girl for leaving me all cold and alone in the bed.”

Your laughter echoed through the kitchen, “you’re so annoying.”

He then began to rub the unshaven stubble of his chin against your cheek, you squeezed your eyes at the discomforting scratchy feeling. “I’m not annoying, I’m just a man who believes in a fair world where everyone is punished for their wrong doings,” his attacks didn’t seem to stop, he enjoyed the close proximity between you two. His arms never loosened around your waist, one hand firmly placed underneath your shirt right under your bellybutton.

“And what can I do for a reduced sentence? Because your girlfriend here wants to eat her sandwich,” you squealed as he now started to gently bite into your cheek, trailing down your neck with his love-bites, his stubbles continued to scratch along the way.

“A kiss will do it,” he now peppered your cheek with tiny pecks.

You turned around in his embrace. His eyes softened at the sight of your angelic face, “hi,” he whispered, love-dazed.

“Hi,” you chuckled, caging your arms around his neck to pull him down.

His soft lips met yours, putting all of his love and affection into the kiss. Just as he put his hand on your cheek to tilt your head towards him, you pulled away, “your hair is tickling me…” you giggled as you pulled at the beard hair on his chin. He groaned dramatically, “yeah right. I’m a man. Of course I have hair there.”

“But you usually shave and now it feels rough and weird,” your eyes glistened with childish-like enthusiasm as your fingers now pulled at the hair on his adam apple.

After a couple moments of comforting silence, you made an announcement: “Okey, payment’s done. I wanna eat my sandwich now.” You turned around quickly before he could react.

“Nooo~!” He whined in protest. His cheek rested on your head, pouting, when he suddenly had an idea. He swiftly grasped your face in his hand to turn it to him and rubbed his rough, scratchy jaw and chin all over it.

“Babe!” You gasped at his attack, “what are you doingggg~” you complaint as you tried to pull away, “I already completed my sentence.”

“No, you didn’t kiss me properly.” He continued to scratch his stubble on your face.

You giggled, “Sunghoon, stop…”

“What did you just call me?” He asked, scandalised, and carried on with his assault.

“I- I meant babe,” you bursted out in laughter.

Suddenly, he pulled away and pouted his lips, indicating his need for a proper kiss. You closed your eyes with a dumb smile as you turned to him completely again, hand on his rough cheek, to pull him in for a kiss. He sighed softly into the kiss, eyes fluttering at the butterflies in his stomach. “You drive me crazy,” he murmured against your lips, almost forgetting his initial plan.

When you finally pulled away, you pecked his lips to satisfy his needs, “good?”

He smiled at you dumbly, eyes twinkling, “yes.”

“Can I eat my sandwich now, you needy baby?”

“Mhm,” he nodded, his smile never faltering. You pecked his lips once again cutely—he almost felt bad at what he was going to do.

Almost.

And when you turned around to finally devour the sandwich which you had perfected to your liking, you quickly realised that it was gone.

Eyes widened, you whipped your head back to your boyfriend, only to see him standing a few steps away—distancing himself from you. One hand holding half of your sandwich as he had already shoved the other half into his mouth.

“Sunghoon!” You screeched.

He laughed loudly, though the food in his mouth muffled the sound, as he stuffed the rest of the sandwich in one go. Chewing and swallowing everything in a matter of seconds.

You sprinted towards him. His eyebrows shot up in panic, he quickly began to flee.

“YOU LITTLE SHIT I SWEAR TO GOD-“

Did you land on his back and clung onto him like a monkey while you hit him repeatedly?

Yes.

Did he take you to your favourite burger place to make it up to you?

Yes.

Did he steal most of your fries there?

Also yes.

Did he shave off his stubble?

Well, you kind of liked it so you didn’t let him until he had to shave it off for some shooting again.

Did you develop a habit of burying your face into his unshaven face and neck and scratching yourself like cat whenever you two cuddled?

Yeah.

And he loved every second of it.

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[meenaxskz]

dad!skz series | when he's leaving for tour (hyung line)

ot8 reactions | dad!skz x f!reader au genre: crack | fluff | (edit : light angst) summary: when leaving for tour for the first time since you're parents is harder than he expected a/n : coming back with a little dad!skz / hubby!skz flavor... might turn it into a series, we’ll see how you feel about it 👀 ✧ hyung line | maknae line (coming soon)

bang chan (9 month old girl)

“okay, so bath every night at 7:30. But if she seems tired earlier you can bump it to 7:10. just don’t go past 7:45 because that messes with her sleep window.” you stare at him. you’re literally rocking your baby in one arm while drinking your coffee “…you good?” “ALSO” he continues, ignoring your question entirely as he holds up a labeled baggie “this is the emergency pacifier bag. labeled ‘emergency.’ not to be used unless necessary” you nod. he narrows his eyes “repeat it back to me.” “...are you serious.” “yes.” “you are the father of this baby. i am the mother of this baby. i know what pacifier emergency looks like.” chan looks like he’s on the verge of tears. “i just...I don’t wanna miss anything. what if she says a new word. what if she gets another tooth. what if she hugs the dog and i’m not here to cry about it.” “what if you go finish packing before you miss your flight” “she’s gonna forget me.” “you just cuddled her for an hour and said ‘i’ll never leave you in spirit’.” “AND I MEANT THAT” he finally sets the emergency bag down. double checks the travel crib is still folded, even though it’s staying here. checks the baby monitor batteries. reopens his backpack to make sure he packed her hospital hat from birth for emotional support. when it’s finally time to leave, he kisses your daughter like five times. then three more. then one last one. you put the baby down for a nap. and then he turns to you. “okay. now you.” you pause mid sip of your coffee “…hm?” he walks over dramatically, cupping your cheeks and he grins “don’t act like you’re not gonna cry the second i leave.” “i’m not” “you’ll miss daddy sooooo much huh?” you slap his chest “don’t say it like that!” he lowers his voice, teasing “gonna miss your big strong man around the house? gonna be all cold and empty in the bed without me—” you literally grab his suitcase and start dragging it to the door “OKAY GOODBYE” he laughs as you push him out. leans back in one more time, kisses your cheek, then your lips, then your neck. you roll your eyes “you’re so annoying.” he winks “you love it” and you do. but still, you slam the door (with love) in his face before you start smiling too much. from outside, he shouts: “CALL ME IF SHE BLINKS IN A NEW WAY!!!”

lee know (2 year old boy)

you watch from the doorway, arms crossed, as minho calmly packs the last of his things. your 2 year old is stuck to his shin like a sock you can’t shake off. just waddling with him as he moves. whimpering occasionally. “he’s being dramatic” minho mutters, zipping his suitcase. he walks to the kitchen for his travel mug. your son follows. he walks to the bedroom to grab socks. your son? still there. he sneezes? your son gasps in sympathy. and the whole time minho’s like, “he’s fine. this is normal. he’s just clingy.” okay, dr. delulu. he’s totally chill. totally composed. totally... dying inside. he zips his suitcase with one hand while holding his son on his hip like it’s nothing “i’ll be back in a week. it’s no big deal.” “you’re leaving for 3 weeks” “...don’t correct me.” you finally step forward as it’s time to leave, arms out. “okay baby, come to mama” but when you reach for your son, minho just... doesn’t let go. you pause. “minho.” “…what” “you’re not letting go” “yes i am.” “you are physically holding onto him” “...that's crazy” you squint “you said you were fine” “i am fine.” “then let him go.” “...no.” you and your son both just stare at him. minho clears his throat. “he needs one more hug.” “you’re not even hugging him. you’re just holding him like a football.” “it’s our thing” you sigh. “okay. one more hug. then you go.” minho nods. they hug. your son sniffles. minho sniffles. you try to take him one more time. minho doesn’t budge “…he has abandonment issues.” “HE LITERALLY DOESN’T. BUT HE WILL IF YOU DON’T LET HIM GO.” you finally peel your kid off him and give minho a hard stare. he stares back, blank. but his ears are so red. “…you okay?” he nods once. he leans in to kiss your cheek, quick and soft. murmurs “you’ll be okay?” you smirk “what, no dramatic holding for me?” he deadpans “you don’t cry when i leave” “i might.” “you won’t.” you raise an eyebrow “…you’ll miss me too, huh?” he scoffs “I’ll be too busy sleeping without someone stealing the blanket” you nudge him “and without someone asking you to rub their back every night?” he pauses “…shut up.” you grin. he leans in and kisses you properly this time, lingering for a second. his fingers brushing over your jaw, soft. “…yeah” he mumbles, low so only you hear “i’ll miss you too.”

changbin ( 10 month old girl)

“okay! i’m heading out! it’s fine! we’re all fine!” changbin is literally yelling as he ties his shoes in the hallway. your 10 month old daughter is watching him from your hip. wide-eyed. quiet. you raise a brow “…you good?” “YEP” he sniffs. loudly. “just allergies.” “…babe it’s 11 at night.” “pollen doesn’t sleep, babe.” he stands up and clears his throat then holds out his arms “gimme” you hand her over and immediately regret it. because now she’s got both arms around his neck and her tiny face is smooshed into his shoulder. and now changbin is... just standing there. swaying. kissing her soft little head every 5 seconds. mumbling: “appa loves you. appa’s gonna facetime you every day. appa’s gonna...uh gonna come back with presents, okay?” she yawns into his hoodie. he gasps “did you see that? she yawned. SHE’S SAD.” you snort “she’s tired.” “AND SAD.” he finally peels her off, very slowly, whispering “i’ll be back, i’ll be back, i swear” then hands her back to you and wipes his eyes with the back of his hand you smirk “you’ll miss me too, right?” he exhales so dramatically “…yes. i’ll miss everything. i’ll miss you. i’ll miss her. i’ll miss her weird laugh and the way you steal my fries and the way she throws up on your shoulder and you pretend she didn’t” you laugh, pressing a kiss to his cheek “just don’t cry in the group photo again.” “NO PROMISES.” he gets one foot out the door... then stops. turns back around “WAIT. WAIT WAIT WAIT.” you freeze “what??” he sprints back in, kisses your baby’s hand. then kisses your hand. then your mouth “okay. NOW i’m ready.” you whisper “you forgot your suitcase” he gasps “GODDAMNIT.”

hyunjin (10 month old girl)

he's pacing the hallway. suitcase packed. heart shattered. but hair perfect. "i can't do it" he whispers dramatically. you blink. “do what. leave?” "yes." "...hyunjin you're flying to japan. not mars." “same energy.” you’re carrying your 10 month old daughter on your hip, trying to grab her pacifier off the table. he immediately swoops in and snatches her back like you’ve been stealing her this whole time. “let me hold her. she wants me.” “she just spit up on your neck.” “that’s her saying she loves me in baby.” she starts chewing on his hoodie strings. he melts on the spot. the clock ticks. he sighs. kisses your daughter on the cheek. then forehead. then both hands. then dramatically holds her close like she’s fading into dust. "appa has to go, baby. be strong. eat well. sleep well. don’t forget me. don’t replace me. if your omma tries to make you like her more than me—" “HYUNJIN” "—i’m not saying she’s evil, i’m just saying watch your back" "you're so unwell." he turns to you. “take care of her.” “...i birthed her.” “that doesn’t mean you’re qualified.” “WHAT” “i’m sorry! i’m just anxious! you’re so pretty and cool, she might forget i exist!” you fold your arms “do you think our baby is gonna come to me one morning like ‘actually… i’ve decided appa is mid now’?” he gasps “DO YOU THINK SHE WILL??” you roll your eyes then you try to guide him out the door. he refuses to walk. like. physically stops moving. “wait just one more hug. i have to feel her tiny squishy cheek on my face one more time. just one more. JUST...okay one more. ONE MORE” he finally pulls back from his 294th goodbye hug she’s basically asleep in his arms and you’re just standing there, arms crossed, eyebrow raised like : “…do i get a kiss too? or did you forget you’re in love with me as well.” “OH! of course, baby!!” he turns, leans in... and gives you the fastest forehead kiss in recorded history. like boop. and he’s already turning back to nuzzle your daughter's cheek again. you blink “SIR???” he bursts out laughing, holding his chest “okay okay i was just playing! COME HERE” he grabs your face and smothers you in kisses saying “m’wife m’wife m’wife” between every one while you’re trying not to laugh and push him off. then he grins all proud “i would miss you too, if you weren’t so annoying.” you smack his arm. he kisses you again. and then one last dramatic whisper into your baby’s ear before he leaves: “don’t forget who's your favorite.”

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[wonubby]

so perfect - k! bakugou

cw: none, bakugou's just such a cutie! also tooth rotting fluff ^_^

a/n: wrote this while listening to she looks so perfect, if you couldnt tell

yeah, he loved you.

he's always known he's loved you. the only problem was that you didn't know. well, you kind of knew; he just hasn't said it out loud.

but seeing you in his bed, lying in an oversized shirt and a random pair of boxers you stole from his drawer, made him want to say it.

"why're u starin' at me, freak?" you giggled, looking up from your phone at the boy.

a pinkish hue scattered against his cheeks at your words, glancing away. "im looking at how ugly you are; why did i let you into my dorm again?" he scoffed, the corners of his lips turning up.

"haha, you're hilarious, kats. you literally asked me to come. now what's up?" you gave him a pointed look, sitting up to face him.

"nothing, 'm just tired." he gave a quick excuse, bashfully rubbing his hand against his neck.

squinting at him, you sigh before letting it go. "oh well, come sit; i wanna sleep and i need my furnace to keep me warm." you pat the spot next to you, slightly shuffling back.

he gave you an incredulous look. "get the fuck out of my bed. you aren't sleeping here." he grabbed your arm, pulling you up and out of the comfy sheets.

"hey! you ass, what're you doing!" you shrieked as he wrapped himself around you.

he didn't respond, only burying his head in your neck, sending tickles down your spine. consciously, you wrapped your arms around slowly, worried about the sudden change of attitude.

"kats? are you okay?" your voice was so sweet it made his head nudge your chin.

"yo... ook... so... fect.." his voice was muffled so you could really hear him.

grabbing him by the hair, you pulled him away from your neck, staring into his vermilion eyes.

"what?" you whispered. "i didn't get any of that. can you repeat it for me?"

"i said, you look so perfect."

you were frozen, staring at him in the eyes in shock. did your childhood best friend just call you perfect...?

he stepped back, gulping. "shit... sorry, i." he opened and closed his mouth like a fish, hustling a hand through his delicate, gorgeous hair.

"i really fucking like you, and you're out here prancing around my room in my fucking American Apparel underwear, and, god, you're so gorgeous."

it was your turn to blush now, suddenly feeling exposed under his gaze.

"i really, really like you, y/n, and, fuck, maybe i love you? i don't fucking know, sorry-"

he was cut off when you placed your lips on his, taking his breath away. slowly, but surely, he melted into the kiss. sweaty hands pulling you into him with a need never experienced before.

breaking away, you smiled at him. "kats, i like- no. i love you too."

with a grin, he pulled you back into a hug, finally feeling at peace.

"hey bakugou!" all of a sudden, the four idiots he reluctantly called his friends entered the room.

"OH?!" mina shouted, practically jumping in her spot.

"GET THE FUCK OUT!"

[madamechrissy]

Just Friends!?

-Art in the banner from nek0zuu_ on X-

Pairings- Former Nerd! Gojo and popular F! reader

Summary - Satoru Gojo was the biggest nerd EVER in high school with you, next door neighbors, study buddies, you were the best friends in the world. Never having the courage to ask you -the 'popular girl' out- you never knew he felt for you. He ended up leaving town, moving to the big city of LA- getting famous with a modeling career, and lost touch with everyone from his old life. While you're working the family pub to help out your parents, years later, he finally comes back to visit, just to have you making his drink. Everything about him is different, aside from those pretty blue eyes and the sweet grin. You feel he's so accomplished now, and you're just a small town girl, but little do you know, you've never left his mind.

Warnings - Nerdjo turned famous and cocky, but he's still just a Nerdjo deep down hehe- this chap - lots of long distance woes, tonsss of emotions, light angst, love confessions, mentions of oral (m receiving) phone sex, masturbation

Based HEAVILY on the 2005 Rom com Just Friends - part of my amazingg moot @indiewritesxoxo's Friday night flicks! 🌙 Comments/rbs appreciated <3

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Part Seven

“Shit, don’t wanna let you go,” Satoru murmurs softly as you hug him, he’s about to board a private plane with Samantha to head back home. She surprisingly didn’t give you much shit other than asking if you really wanted to be with Satoru, and trying to kiss you.

Samantha was odd but not as bad as you worried.

Despite whatever past the two shared, they seemed genuinely uninterested in each other, and judging by her purring at you!? She seems to think you’re pretty attractive apparently. You just shook your head at the encounter as she climbed up, and he’s holding you close, you inhale his scent, worried you’re never gonna fucking have it again.

“Baby,” he murmurs, feeling your tears against his chest as he holds you tight, the air still chilled, his breath coming out in a puff of fog as he bends low, tightening his hold. He feels you trembling as you try to hold it in, remembering last night with you in his arms. “I’m not going forever.”

You can’t answer or respond, so upset, he feels the emotions choke him up, stuck in his throat, sighing and stroking your back slowly under your jacket. Just this morning he’d been gasping out as you sucked him, in the quiet of the morning back in his room, he thought for a moment he must be dreaming. How in the world did he wake up to you and get that?

You’d been a little nervous, giggling and blushing as he had been, stroking your hair gently back to hold it for you, messy from your sleep. You’d almost had him about to bust from a few sucks and laps of your tongue, your hand stroking him up and down slowly, but he’d had to be inside you again.

‘C’mere baby,’ he’d whispered, tugging you on his lap and gliding your slick cunt across his cock, slicker and slicker as you kissed him, and he tasted his precum off your lips. “Wanna cum inside you again, fuck…’

You’d whined out, brows drawn together as your hips moved, lifting them up for his tip to press in, slowly stretching your already sore little pussy out, the amount of rounds you two have gone in a couple days is more than you’ve had in years. He’d been so easy with you, moaning softly, blue eyes studying you as he felt your cunt grip him so good.

‘God you’re so beautiful,’ his words made you emotional, tears falling even as he sunk deeper inside your eager cunt, gasping. ‘You are.’

‘I love you,’ you tensed as the words spilled, but Satoru just kissed you deeply, moaning into your lips and pulling you down his length. ‘Satoru!’

“I love you too,” he whispers in your ear, you look up at him now, eyes wide and glittering with tears, he strokes your cheek and looks down at you, lashes casting shadows on his high cheekbones in the dawn. “I didn’t say it this morning, I was so in shock you said that…”

“You love me too?” He nods, smiling sadly, feeling his own tears begin to burn the back of his eyes.

“I’ve loved you since I met you,” you shake your head but he nods, leaning low and stroking your cool cheeks, flushed from the weather. “I have.”

“Satoru,” you kiss him now, as the whirl of the plane radiates, and he desperately falls into it, clinging you so tightly. “I never stopped loving you.”

“Neither did I,” he breaks apart with a sigh, kissing you over and over. “Just come with me.”

“I can’t.”

“You can, your dad is okay, you can teach-”

“Satoru, I can’t just… leave everything on a whim. I need to plan things and also… what if you find I don’t fit in your life?” He frowns at your words now.

“What?”

“You had a whole famous career, what if I don’t fit your image - mnh!” Satoru cuts you off with another kiss, and you feel your pulse race, blood rushing in your ears as he tugs you closer, you feel the heat of his body radiating over your layers.

“Bullshit.” Is his very simple response, you sigh and tilt your head, as the pilots come out and remind Satoru he needs to go. He looks highly irritated before looking back at you. “Then fly out and visit me as soon as you can.”

“You want that?”

“Do I want that?” He tugs you closer, hand firm on the small of your back. “I want it more than anything. I’ll prove to you I’m not just disappearing, okay?” You nod, sniffling now as you look up at him.

You just got him back in your life, and now you’re saying goodbye.

The pain almost leaves you breathless, you want to cling to him so badly, you want to jump on that plane. Everything is trying to pull you two apart, but all you want is to stay with him, forever. 

Terrified though, god could you trust him? You want to, you need to, but the doubt is ever there, gnawing at your mind even as you try so hard to shove it all back. To focus on this moment, this beautiful moment you never imagined.

Two childhood best friends turned to strangers.

And now?

“Maybe I can postpone it? Maybe I can-”

“Toru it's your career, don't sacrifice it for me,” you take his hand in yours, kissing his knuckles, he tugs you closer, pressing kisses on your brow. “I'd feel horrible if you did.”

“You're worth anything, maybe I can work on relocating eventually? Baby we can figure something out. So many people in this industry do it.” He's smiling so bright, so reassuring, you want to believe it, that it can be true.

“We will figure it out together.” He sighs at your words, kissing you as he's getting called away, never wanting you to leave his arms. A girl who didn't exist in his sphere for eight years, now fit so perfectly in his embrace.

“Call me as soon as you land, please. Let me know you're safe.” You whisper, sniffling as you speak softly. Satoru nods, blinking back his own emotions.

“I will. I… love you. I love you.” He's testing those words, wines he practiced in front of his mirror growing up, seeing your flushed cheeks, your tremulous smile.

“I love you, Satoru.” His heart pounds in his ears as you kiss him again, on your tip toes, arms around him. He can't drag himself away, big hands taking over your body as they run down it.

“I can't go…”

“I will wait for you,” he sighs, snowy lashes fluttering, breaths mixing as he cups your face. “I want to be yours.”

“You are mine.” He kisses slowly, as he knows he has to let you go. Stepping back, your joined hands fall apart, you put on a bright smile but the tears are covering your cheeks, glimmering in the sunlight. He can't leave you in tears again.

“I'll be all right, just don't forget me.”

He walks back in long strides, kissing you deeply again, swirling blue eyes gazing down at you. “I never did.”

The words follow you.

I never did.

I never forgot you.

You are a mess when you’re back home, the image of him climbing on that plane too fucking much, your mom has to hold you as you cry in her arms, trying to reassure you that it will all be okay. You nuzzle against her neck, just like you did as a kid, as she holds you tight. Your heart can hardly take Satoru’s absence, not after the words of love were finally confessed.

“Honey, he said that he loves you?” You nod, as your mother rubs her hand up and down your back, sighing. “He always loved you I think.”

“I think so too, mom.” She smiles down at you, brushing your hair back.

“And you always loved him.” You nod, bursting back into tears, your dad walks by and glares.

“Did he hurt you!? I’ll fly out there and-”

“Oh stop, old man.” Your dad crosses his arms, and you giggle then. “He didn’t hurt me, he went home. You’re so protective.”

“Of course I am, you’re still our little girl, even if you’re all grown now.” He comes over and pats your head, frowning. “Are you two…”

“Together.” You answer, nodding. He sighs, sitting next to the two of you, as your mom smiles at him.

“They’re in love.”

“In love, hmm? He better act right then.”

“Uh huh, you’re so scary pops.” You playfully swat at him, and he just holds your hand and smiles.

“I mean it. Is he… are you two going to date long distance?”

“We’re going to try… I think I need a nap. Ugh, I’m drained.” The nod understandingly, you can’t be more thankful to be here in that moment.

You look at your phone, Satoru should land in a few hours, and you will hopefully feel better when you know he’s alright, the sight of his tears as he left had done you in even further. You now know the love was always there, that the note in your year book was still how he felt.

You lay in the bed he’d had you in the other day, the one he’d gripped your hands in, kissing you so deeply. Holding you in his arms, you can still smell him on your blankets, sighing and shutting your eyes. You picture him back home and wonder if you’ll ever fit into his beautiful life, before drifting off, letting the exhaustion of the past few days hit.

*****

“Gojo we have a meeting.”

“Satoru! We have a shoot tomorrow, we need your input.”

“Satoru, this is the girl you’ll be doing the shoot with.”

“Lets have drinks Gojo!”

“My name is not Michelle!”

Satoru is fucking bombarded with people when he’s landed in Hollywood, never ending calls and texts, his manager picks him up and drags him to some fucking press junkett. His eyes hurt from crying, from the flight, from the brightness of the lights flashing in his face. He has to walk a carpet tomorrow, it's a huge fashion show after that, he needs to prepare.

Get his walk together, get a face treatment done, get his stylist over. It’s never ending, why did it not bother him before? The constant hustle, the city that’s awake so late, and he knows in your time zone it’s gotta be midnight already. When he finally gets a quiet moment, walking into his penthouse tiredly, he pulls out his phone to see the few texts you sent.

They’re not pushy, they’re caring, loving, sweet.

He immediately calls, and it rings for far too long, making his chest ache while he slips off his shoes by the door, when finally you pick up. “Toru?”

He exhales in relief at your voice, sinking down to sit on the carpet, leaning his back against the door. “Sweetheart, I’m so sorry.”

“I was worried,” you yawn, he hears how sleepy you are then. “It’s so late, you okay?”

“It’s not that late here, I tried so hard to get a fucking moment. They were relentless when I got back.” He loosens his tie, sighing as he hears another cute yawn, picturing your face with a smile. “I miss you already.”

“I miss you s’much, Toru.” Your words are slurred by exhaustion, he panics as he realizes you’re falling asleep, is this all he would get some days from you? A couple fucking moments?

How would that ever be enough?

“Are you sleeping on me?” He manages to maintain a light tone, feeling a world the fuck away from you then.

“M’sorry, I have work in the morning. I wanna stay up but…”

“No, baby it’s okay.”

“It’s not,” you blink away sleep, sighing and turning now, pressing your video on your phone. “Lemme see you, please.”

“Of course,” he turns it on, sees the dark silhouette of your pretty face in the night, caressing the phone screen gently as you smile. “Hi beautiful.”

“Hi Toru. You look tired too.”

“I am,” he shuts his eyes for a second, before looking back down at the phone, and seeing your eyes glittering. “I want to fucking hold you, shit. That’s… it’s so…”

“Sweet, it’s sweet. And so do I,” you barely hold back your tired tears, Satoru aches to swipe them away. “Tomorrow, I get out at two, it’s like eleven your time? You can call me any time after. And text me any time I promise I’ll get back as soon as I can.”

“Of course I will, I need to get a few things settled this week, then let’s see about getting you for a visit, hmm?” You smile and nod, so lonely then, when you’ve been alone for so long. But missing his arms wrapped around you, like you were always supposed to fit there.

“We will. Toru, can you just… keep the phone on while I fall asleep? Even if you’re just getting ready for bed?” You soft whisper breaks his heart, he stands up then, setting you on the counter, taking off his jacket.

“I can do that every single night till you’re here,” you exhale in relief, setting the phone down as the two of you turn off the video, hearing his soft breathing, the rustling of clothes. “I won’t sing you lullabies.”

“Meanie,” he laughs at your sleepy declaration.

“I’m not a good singer.”

“Bet you are, remember you played guitar?” You yawn again, he smiles at that memory, taking off his shirt, now in the bathroom, carrying you around and listening to your soft, slow breathing like a lifeline.

“You remember that phase? I only played one song.” You yawn again, while he splashes a little water on his face, looking in the mirror at how tired he is.

“You played it s’good, wanna hear it again.” He smiles at your sweet words, soon he’s in bed, laying on his side and looking out at the view, he’s several stories high, and you can see the whole city where he is. He wonders if you’ll enjoy that, as he tugs a body pillow close, resting his head against it.

“I will buy another guitar for you, learn it again.” you’re already lightly snoring then, he can’t help but smile, heart tugging with affection at the sound. “I love you, sweetheart, good night.”

He hangs up the phone, missing you so terribly, and it hasn’t even been one fucking day.

*****

Life was back to ‘normal’ for you, the kids in your class  are insane but you love them, they’re all calling your name over and over for something new, as you teach them how to write their names, as you read them stories. You were originally an elementary school teacher, but there weren’t many opportunities here, and you ended up with very young kids.

It’s been a week since you saw Satoru in person, but every night he calls, and every day you all text several times. You fall asleep to him, even if he’s at an event he’ll go to a quiet area, talking to you in that soothing tone of his, so that you can rest, while the longing eats you alive. The need for him grows, as you feel like there’s just a missing part of yourself now.

You eye a red carpet with Satoru in it on the screen, and see a model on his arm for photos as he walks up, taking pictures and smiling cooly. It’s not the smile you know, his hand isn’t on her, nor is it on the model that gets on his other arm. He keeps them at his sides, as the cameras flash, cooing about his recent shot at a role in a movie, yes now Satoru wasn’t just a model, he was acting.

You’re so happy and proud, but it feels more and more deep, the chasm that separates the two of you, so wide it’s as if you don’t know how you’ll make the jump. You set aside any worries or hurt feelings, brightly going about your day, coming to help at the bar for a few hours as is your routine.

Your parents are doing better, dad’s recovered so well, but they truly still need your help, they’d just gotten medical expenses paid off, and you know even if it’s a little, they need the extra for the upkeep of the place. You can tell they don’t want you to feel obligated, but you don’t mind helping them, it keeps you busy, it keeps you distracted from it all.

Even now, it’s evening, your shift at the bar, and you hear the sound of Satoru’s voice on the tv. You try to ignore it, when they’re asking him about his personal life, as Sukuna walks into the bar, and you hear the words, the answer. You look up at the tv to see him awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck.

“Do you have a girlfriend, Gojo?”

“Um… I… well…”

You look up at the television, surely you were that, right? How can you be in love, and not… unless he’s embarrassed. Unless he’s embarrassed he’s with a girl in a pair of jeans working the bar right now. You struggle not to think that way, as people are asking for drinks, and you focus on that instead, you see Suguru and Shoko come in and eye the screen too.

“Do you have anyone serious? Are you single?” The reporters are honing in, you don’t even look at the screen now.

What’s it matter, if he wanted to keep it secret, maybe he wants some things private? It doesn’t need to be a bad thing, you tell yourself that in your head over and over as you hear an awkward chuckle. Your eyes keep flitting up before going back down to the drink you’re overpouring. You curse softly, cleaning it up with a napkin and a shaky hand.

“I’d rather not get into my personal life.”

“Are you with Samantha-”

“No, and I don’t want to go on about it. Next question.”

Your heart sinks then, he didn’t say he was single, but would it have maybe hurt to admit he was talking to someone- anyone?

“Shit, you okay?” Shoko’s up at the bar now, frowning as she watches you plaster on a bright smile, nodding. “You sure?”

“I’m great, um… how are you two? The usual?” You tease, and they nod, eyeing the screen again.

“He seems a little less pretentious.” Suguru mumbles, you nod then. “You two spent a lot of time together?”

“We did, um, a lot of time,” your blush tells on yourself, they eye each other.

“He always loved you,” Suguru says then, the words hitting home as his warm smile makes you relax just a bit. “He really did, he was gonna tell you the night he disappeared on us.”

“I know, I love him too.” They pause, looking at you. “Loved? Love. Both.”

“Shit, yeah?” You are nodding as Shoko takes one of your hands. “Maybe he just wants to keep you safe?”

“You think?”

“It’s true, Hollywood eats people up,” Suguru agrees, the two of them easing your tension a bit as they head over to play pool together, his hand on her lower back as they share a kiss, making you long even more for Satoru.

“Hey brat,” you glare at Sukuna’s words as he chuckles, hands in his pockets. “I came to say goodbye.”

“Oh, you’re headed back?” He nods then, and you come around the bar, embracing the tall lug of a man you had such a past with. “You came to say goodbye to me, really?”

“Yeah, why not. It was nice catching up.” He wraps you in a warm hug, you sigh, nodding in agreement. “Tell your dad I’m gonna go harder on him next time.”

“Oh he’ll be ready,” you giggle as the two of you pull back, and your eyes go up to where Satoru’s leaving, before looking down, clearing your throat. “Sukuna…”

“Yeah?”

“Would you keep a relationship secret, because of fame?” He blinks a bit then, shaking his head. “To keep your privacy?”

“So… no. But not for any good reason,” he pulls back a bit, brushing your hair behind your shoulder with a serious glint to his ruby eyes. “I’d do it because I wouldn’t want any man ever thinking he has a chance with my girl. I’d never allow a fucker to think he had a shot, hell no. Ring on the finger, baby in her tummy.”

“Sukuna, you’re so archaic!” He shrugs, grinning then and raising his brows.

“What, everyone would need to know she’s my woman, so no. Plus, who I’m with would know that’s my life.” He shrugs a broad shoulder as you roll your eyes.

“You’re old school huh?”

“Tch, I guess so.” He runs a hand through those pink locks, eyeing the screen right with you. “The kid’s in love with you if you’re worried, even if he’s a little shit.”

“Thank you Sukuna,” you smile and press a kiss on his cheek, earning it blushing in the dim lights of the bar. “That’s actually sweet of you.”

“Yeah, yeah, psh.”

“You’ve become a really good dude, y’know that?”

“Of course I know I’m amazing. Calm down.” He ruffles your hair then, before frowning a bit. “If you want to be claimed as his girl, say something. Maybe his dumb model brain doesn’t know.”

“Oh you know he’s smart…”

“Maybe book smart, that doesn’t mean shit in the real world. Just say something, so you don’t…” he trails off then. “have regrets and shit.”

“Yeah, no, that's really good advice.” You take his hand, feeling the past finally subside, Sukuna was your first in so many ways, your first ‘love’ and first heartbreak, the first guy you were with. “I always wondered about you, if you were good.”

“Shit, me? Why?”

“Just wondered. And you are.” He takes your hand in his, nodding then, looking down at your lips for a moment, before they go back to your eyes.

“I am good.” He presses a kiss to your head, soft and affectionate, sighing then. “If he fucks up-”

“Sukuna!”

“Well just saying.” You shove him now, of course he doesn’t move, just chuckling a bit. “I had to throw it out there one more time.”

“Yeah, yeah. Be safe headed back home, okay?”

“Yeah.” That’s all he says as he leaves, and the tv changes to something else, your phone ringing then.

Satoru.

You almost ignore it, but you know you need to hear him out, taking a breath as you put the phone up to your ear, heading out into the cool night so you can get away from some of the noise. “Just saw you on tv.”

He pauses then, cursing internally. “I wanted to say we’re together, but I don’t know if you’re ready for it, for this. I’m so sorry -”

“Toru, it’s okay.” You shake your head, leaning against the brick wall. “I get it, maybe you don’t want anyone to know about me.”

“No! No, not at all. It’s just, fuck Hollywood is brutal, they’re invasive, I just wanted to make sure you want this, have you visit first, get to know this world, before you decide. What if you hate it all?”

“I’ll still love you,” your words make his heart shatter, as he stands outside the press junket, hating the hurt in your tone. “I’ll love you no matter what your life is like, okay? Are you worried about that?”

“Yes,” he admits softly. “You’re a fucking angel, Hollywood is full of snakes, people with shit intentions. I don’t want any of them to ever hurt you.”

“Then you’ll protect me,” he nods though you can’t see, leaning against a brick wall of his own in the much warmer air, dry and hot in his lungs as he inhales. “I am not mad at you, I was just upset.”

“That’s all I do, upset you.”

“Toru…”

“It is, why do you even talk to me?”

“Because I fucking love you, okay?” Your voice breaks then. “I miss you. I miss you so bad.”

“Me too, fuck me too.” He swipes a hand across his face, shaking his head then. “I should have said I’m with someone.”

“If you’re not ready-”

“I am, I am just thinking of you, of what you would want. You want a more simple life and… how do I make that work, make it happen? It’s all so…”

“New, it’s new. And you shouldn’t think about all that right now, just… let’s take this day by day, okay?”

“Yes, day by day. And I ruined your day.”

“You did not. The toddlers puking on me didn’t even ruin it, or the old geezer who grabbed my ass as I gave him his drink.”

“Did what now!?”

You’re laughing, but he’s fuming. “It’s fine, I just was a little hurt and in my head about it all.”

“I don’t want that. I froze and didn’t know what to say. I promise, I’ll let them know at least I’m taken, I’ve let every girl know already, that’s probably why the rumors have started.” You hate how good it makes you feel. “You’re it for me.”

“Toru, you’re it for me too. I need you.” He shuts his eyes, picturing you again, tuning out all the sounds.

“I need you more. I’ll call you when I’m home?”

“I’ll be up tonight, no work tomorrow.”

It’s a bit late when he makes it in, he hears your sleepy voice, cursing himself that he’s going to barely talk to you again. He is so worried he made a mistake earlier, he never wants you to feel not enough - but he really did panic then. He had no clue if once you came out you’d want this life, to be with him in his world, he worried so deeply about it constantly.

But you clearly wanted that validation.

He can hear it as you answer, as the two of you talk, the girl that was so confident back when you were young is apprehensive, nervous. You don’t realize you’re his everything, that you’re all he sees, and he knows he has to work harder to show it - but he’s so exhausted, and he misses you.

“Can I see your pretty body, please baby?” He murmurs softly into the phone, husky and seductive to your ears. You gasp a bit, he hears a rustle of your blankets as you turn on the video. “Fuck, look at you.”

“I look tired.” You sigh as you slip your top down, strap by strap, listening to his breath catch, his soft moan.

“Beautiful,” he already feels himself hard for you, as he touches his aching cock, moaning softly. “Fuck…”

“Are you um…” You blush as he nods, the thrill and need mixing together. “Touching yourself for me?”

“Only you, baby, fuck,” he’s whining as you slip down your top, letting your pretty tits bounce for his vision. “Torture not to be able to touch them, god.”

“You want to touch them, Toru? Want to kiss them?” You’re asking so sweetly, as if you don’t know what you’re doing, when he starts stroking his length, gasping out at how good it feels.

“Wanna suck on those nipples, wanna have that pretty pussy on my tongue,” it’s your turn to whine out, shifting, your thighs pressing together. “Pinch them for me, let me see you.”

You do just that, gently tugging at your nipples, each one gently, while his cock leaks precum out of his pretty pink tip, but you see his face the whole time instead, the fluttering of his white lashes, the tint of his cheeks. “Toru, god you’re so sexy I… I’m s-so wet…”

“Fuck,” he’s whimpering as he pinches his tip, eyeing you then through the phone. “Touch her for me, hmm?”

“Yes,” you listen with no hesitation, reaching down your tummy to find your soaking wet cunt then, moaning as you feel your clit twitch under your touch. “Ah! Want you here please.”

“Where, baby? Want me drinking you - ah - all up?” His words are broken, as he huffs, working his cock and looking at your face as your eyes roll back.

“Y-yes,” you’re getting so tense, your tummy feeling the pressure, remembering the shape of him inside you.

“God look at your pretty face.”

“Toru!” You’re trying to keep it down, but he hears it, the squelching of your cunt even over the video chat, earning his deeper groan.

“Roll it in circles, for me? Let me hear it, so slutty and needy, isn’t she?” you manage to nod, tits pressing together for his view while you work your clit under your pajama shorts, and Satoru strokes his length, listening to it, watching your pretty expressions. “That’s it, you picture me there.”

“Y-yes, wanna pull your hair, ngh!” He exhales at your words, while you picture just that, his tongue on your clit, while you’re pushed higher and higher by your own little circles. “Want you in me.”

“I wanna be inside you, deep,” he’s biting his plump lower lip, your eyes meet, both dilated with need, brows knitted as you two work yourselves. “Wanna break you in fucking half, fuck you till you can’t walk.”

“Toru!” You gasp at that, the visions filthy, vision blurring as your slick cunt gets even wetter, making your fingers slip.

“Wanna mark you everywhere, so everyone knows you belong to me, I wanna tell everyone, shit I’m s-”

“Don’t apologize mid- mnh- masturbation!” You scowl and he pouts. “I’m close, lemme cum please.”

“Cum for me, god let me see you, hear you,” he’s desperate and needy then, watching you fall apart for him, biting back your moans he can’t wait to hear fully ring in his fucking ear again. Your cunt throbs around nothing, as you whine in need, looking at him. “Fuck, you’re so perfect.”

“Cum for me,” you whisper, and he’s already so close, nodding as he jerks his cock for you, spitting down and wishing it was your wetness.

“Suck your fingers,” his soft order has you flustered. “Suck your cunt off them, please baby.”

“Y-yes,” you do just that, sucking your sweetness off your fingers now, slick from how much you came, and he groans, his eyes locked on your face. “Mmm.”

“Fuck me,” Satoru cums so much, white ropes that should be inside you instead, barely managing to compose himself as he moans so fucking loud, feeling the release so pent up. “God I came so much, wanna see?”

“Yes, oh! You did!” He’s laughing breathlessly as he turns back the camera.

“Lemme clean up, one sec.”

“Same.” You two laugh a bit over the phone, soon back in bed, laying on your sides and hugging pillows, looking at each other. “I may have needed that.”

“I need more, so much more.” He pouts so pretty now, looking at you with those eyes of his. “I need you here. When do you have a break?”

“I have four days coming, I could take an extra?”

“When!?” He’s so happy you smile at it.

“Next weekend, we’re off for holiday.”

“Fuck I’ll see what I can clear up, will you come to me please?” He pouts all cute and bats his white lashes, making you giggle again.

“Of course I’ll come to you.”

“And for me?”

“I just did,” he groans his frustration into the pillow, as you shift a bit on your own. “I know, I need you too.”

“It’s killing me. And I upset you today.”

“I’m okay, I didn’t tell you that I wanted you to make it public. Maybe waiting for me to come visit is a good thing?”

“Yeah, I can show you off. If you want!?”

You laugh again, softer this time, mixing with a yawn. “You’ll have to buy me something cute, nothing I own will work there.”

“I’ll get you a whole wardrobe baby.”

“Not all that!”

“Anything. Like, a tiger even,” your giggles melt him, as he falls even deeper for you. “I’m serious!”

“Whatever, you’re too much. I don’t want a tiger. Just a couple cute outfits, don’t have me looking shabby.”

“You could never look anything but perfect.” His words are so sincere and beautiful, your heart flutters then, the Satoru you knew, and the Satoru you know, shifting ever closer to becoming one again.

That’s the sincere, sweet boy you fell for, and the man now.

“Don’t cry, please. I can’t handle it.”

“It’s happy tears, promise.” He sighs in relief, caressing the phone gently. “Fall asleep with me?”

He nods, it’s now your routine, but as you’re dozing off, Satoru’s booking tickets, he cannot stand one more moment without you in his fucking arms. He just has to hope his lifestyle won’t scare you off, that he can find as much time as he can to show you all the beautiful things he wants to.

“Love you, Toru.” You murmur, as he sets the phone down, and hears your light little snore.

“Love you, see you soon.”

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[kxsagi]

it’s may first! ^^ can i request a fic with bllk characters having cuteness aggression for the reader? maybe with isagi, nagi, sae, rin, and others?

“𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧(‘𝐭) 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐭”

a/n: yesss i genuinely apologize if this came off as repetitive 😭

ft. isagi yoichi, nagi seishiro, itoshi sae, itoshi rin, mikage reo, bachira meguru, chigiri hyoma, karasu tabito, kaiser michael, ness alexis, shidou ryusei, niko ikki, hiori yo

isagi yoichi

it starts with him thinking he’s normal. 

he’s like “yeah my girlfriend’s cute” all smiley and in love… until you do something heinous like wear his oversized jersey with messy hair and rub your sleepy eyes. 

next thing you know, isagi’s clutching a pillow, jaw clenched like he’s trying not to explode. 

“you’re so–AHHHH–I’M GONNA LOSE IT I SWEAR ON MY SOUL.” 

grabs you and buries his face into your neck while yelling into it like you just scored a hat trick. 

“stop being so cute it’s pissing me off!!!” 

his form of cuteness aggression is hugging you like a koala until your lungs collapse. 

nagi seishiro

says “meh” but he is screaming internally. 

you do anything mildly adorable, like kiss his cheek and walk away humming, and he just freezes. buffering. overheating. 

“ugh. i wanna squeeze you like a mochi. until you pop or something.” 

gently squishes your cheeks like he’s testing the elasticity of his favorite plush toy. 

he actually doesn’t know what to do with himself when you wear his hoodie. he lies face-down on the couch whispering “i’m gonna bite her.” 

and he does. softly. to your shoulder. out of love. 

itoshi sae

looks calm. he is not calm. 

“you’re doing it again.” 

you blink innocently. “doing what?” 

“looking like that. with your stupid little smile and your stupid cute face and–i can’t deal with this right now.” 

threatens to punt a chair across the room while pinching your cheeks violently (but lovingly). 

he does bite. it’s controlled. calculated. usually on your arm or your hip. 

tells you with a deadpan expression, “you make me want to chew cardboard.” 

you laugh. he sulks. “stop giggling. you’re making it worse.” 

itoshi rin

thinks he’s above it until you do something sickeningly soft. 

like holding a stray cat with a baby voice. or smiling in your sleep. or calling him “rinnie” in public. 

his whole body glitches. twitching eye. twitching jaw. 

“i’m going to bite you. i’m not kidding. i feel violent.” 

stares at you like you’ve committed crimes against his sanity. 

grabs your face and grumbles about how you should “come with a warning label.” 

sulks under a blanket after. sends you a text from the same room: “why are you so cute. this is my 13th reason.”

mikage reo

shameless. will say out loud in a crowded room: “you’re literally too cute. i’m gonna slam dunk you into a pillow and never let you out.” 

squishes your cheeks like they’re made of mochi, buries you in kisses, threatens to bite your nose. 

you trip over something and he’s like “oh my gosh–AHHH–you’re so cute when you’re clumsy i hate you i love you.” 

tells nagi “if she keeps being adorable i’ll explode into confetti and die smiling.” 

kisses you mid-sentence just to cope. he can’t handle your laugh. 

bachira meguru

LITERALLY growls. like a chihuahua. 

“ghhhHHH, baby stop, STOP i can’t take it–WHY ARE YOU SMILING LIKE THAT–” 

full-on vibrating with aggression and adoration. 

grabs you like you’re a teddy bear and spins you around because he has too much cute energy and it needs to come out somehow. 

you could yawn and he’d be like “NOOOOO, stop being cute it HURTS.” 

considers biting your thigh like a goblin. asks permission first. 

chigiri hyoma

the most composed about it… at first. 

you’re used to his little hums of “so pretty” or “you’re adorable.” 

but then you do something extra cute. like falling asleep while waiting for him to get home. 

and he’s like “… i could throw you across the room and then kiss you after.” 

will actually growl into a pillow and blush like a cartoon character. 

mutters “you’re so cute it pisses me off” while braiding your hair or painting your nails. 

refuses to elaborate. you just get a glare and a forehead kiss. 

karasu tabito

he thinks he’s soooo smooth and composed but the moment you giggle at one of his dumb jokes? 

he’s gripping the back of his neck like, “nah, cause you did that on purpose. you want me to die. admit it.” 

covers his face with his hoodie, groaning dramatically. 

“you’re cute in a way that makes me want to scream into traffic.” 

when you pout at him? immediate jaw-clench. physical pain. 

aggressively kisses your forehead like he’s trying to exorcise the cute out of you. 

tells you he’s gonna put you in a glass box so no one else can witness your evil adorableness. 

kaiser michael

he's the definition of “i’m gonna bite you out of love.” 

he gets a twitch in his eye when you do literally anything. 

you say “i missed you” in your soft little voice and he short circuits like, “i could throw you out the window and catch you just to kiss you again.” 

“why are you like this. why are you soft and cute and… ugh!!” 

flops face-down on your lap groaning into your thighs like you’re ruining his life. 

you do your hair in braids and he loses it. grabs your face. threatens to bite your ear. 

“you make me wanna bark. it’s humiliating.” 

ness alexis

the king of “i love you but i also want to scream into a wall” energy. 

he just folds every time you do something small and sweet like reaching for his hand or laughing at his dorky jokes. 

his knees buckle. he makes little squeaky noises. 

“you don’t understand. i physically cannot take this much cuteness in one person.” 

face in his hands, peeking through his fingers like you’re the sun and he’s a fragile victorian child. 

mumbles into your shoulder: “you make me wanna scream into a jar and throw it into the ocean.” 

shidou ryusei

he literally bites. you’ll be cuddling and he’ll chomp your shoulder like a gremlin. 

“you’re cute. shut up. i hate it. i wanna fight god.” 

will squeak like an animal when you do something gentle, like fixing his hoodie strings or brushing hair out of his face. 

he rolls around on the bed kicking his feet like a toddler on pixy sticks when you call him “baby.” 

“GHHHHH you make me wanna chew drywall and scream.” 

will look at you smiling and just… headbutt your shoulder in defeat. 

shidou.exe has stopped working due to excessive adorability. 

niko ikki

blushes. scowls. mutters death threats at the wall. 

literally goes red when you call him “handsome” or hold his pinky. 

he tries to stay cool, but he ends up pacing the room whispering, “i wanna throw her off the couch and wrap her in a blanket burrito.” 

makes this tiny frustrated growl like he’s trying to hold back a feral squeal. 

when you do something REALLY adorable, like fall asleep with your cheek smushed against his chest, he stares at the ceiling like “god. give me strength. i will combust.” 

finally mutters a defeated, “you’re so freaking cute it’s making me ill.” 

hiori yo

hiori doesn’t mean to be dramatic… but you’re literally testing his limits as a human being. 

the way you hum while brushing your teeth. the way you squish his cheeks and say “my baby.” the way you fall asleep mid-movie with your mouth slightly open. 

he can’t handle it. 

he’s so soft spoken but suddenly he’s gripping a pillow like: “i can’t take it. i can’t–what am i supposed to do with this much cuteness???” 

bites his sleeve in emotional agony. physically restrains himself from aggressively snuggling you. 

mutters, “you make me want to scream into a cup and drink it.” 

tells you “stop it” while staring at you with hearts in his eyes. 

he’s like a cat that wants to be picked up and also wants to claw your face because he’s overwhelmed. 

when you kiss his forehead he just… shuts down. 

sits on the floor in a daze like, “i’m in love. i’m dying. help me.” 

© 𝐤𝐱𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐢

[cameronsbabydoll]

for scc can u wrote rafe being jealous over his kids? pls pls PLSSSSS 💕

scc!rafe being jealous over his kids <3

wc: 346 — a/n: rafe is sorta pathetic in this 😭

it starts small. quiet. harmless, even.

your youngest is teething and won’t sleep unless you’re holding him, so you’ve been curled into the rocking chair all night, humming lullabies and rubbing slow circles into his back, whispering things like, "mama’s right here, baby. i’ve got you."

and rafe sees it from the doorway.

that softness he’s always craved. the gentleness he thinks only he should get. the way your voice drops into something syrupy when you're comforting. something that belongs to him.

you don’t notice the way his jaw ticks. the way his hand clenches around the doorframe.

later, it’s your daughter who’s tugging you into her room, draping her little thrifted sweater over your shoulders and asking if you wanna watch clueless again. you’re laughing, braided hair over your shoulder, a glass of wine balanced in your hand as she asks what you wore when you were her age.

rafe’s eyes narrow from down the hall.

she’s got your smile. and suddenly, your attention.

he walks into the kitchen after that, slamming a drawer a little too hard. loud enough for you to hear. loud enough that he doesn’t have to say, remember me? i’m still here.

but it gets worse when your eldest comes home for a weekend and hugs you like he missed you more than anything in the world. kisses your forehead. carries your bags up the stairs and asks if you’ve been taking care of yourself.

and rafe sees red.

“what, i don’t get a hug?” he grumbles, standing stiff by the door. arms crossed. voice flat.

you give him a look, soft and amused. “you were on the phone when he walked in.”

he shrugs, jaw tight. “didn’t stop you from droppin’ everything for them.”

you blink. “they’re our kids.”

“yeah,” he mutters, eyes narrowing. “mine too. you didn’t used to forget that.”

and that’s when it hits you.

it’s not that he’s mad at them. it’s not even that he wants you to stop.

he just doesn’t know how to share you.

even with the kids he gave you.

[neptunsx]

YOU WERE MINE FIRST | L.HS

⤷ genre: nsfw.

⤷ synopsis : heeseung as your fuckboy roommate who got jealous and had to remind you who you belong to.

As you sit on the couch, burying your head in your book to drown out the moans emanating from Heeseung’s room once again, you can’t help but sigh. This has become a regular occurrence since moving in together.

You hear female giggles and whispers from his room. The moans and sounds of the creaking of his bed frame grow louder, and you roll your eyes, trying to focus on your book.

Hours pass, and finally, the noises die down. You stretch, having finally managed to lose yourself in your novel. Suddenly, Heeseung’s door slams open. He strides out, shirtless and disheveled, a scowl on his handsome face. Behind him is the girl he brought over, her cheeks hot red, her hair messy. He escorts her out of the house.

“I’ll wait for your text heeseungiee” she says while hugging him.

Heeseung just nods, you already know he won’t text her. She was another one of his toys and one time flings.

The next day, you’re in the kitchen making breakfast when Heeseung comes out of his room, looking as rough as he did the night before. He grabs a glass and fills it with water, his eyes meeting yours briefly before he turns away. You decide to break the silence,

“Heeseung, you need to keep it down at night. Some of us have to wake up early.”

“Yeah yeah.” he mutters before downing the rest of his water and leaving the kitchen.

Days go by, and Heeseung continues his nightly shenanigans. You try your best to ignore it, throwing yourself into your work and studies. One night, you get a message from your study mate, Jinho.

“Hey, wanna grab dinner with me tonight?”

“Sure, sounds nice” you text back with a smile on your face and a flutter in your stomach.

Jinho has always been a sweet and respectful guy. He made you laugh a lot too. This was a perfect moment, since you haven’t been out with anyone for a while. Who knows, maybe things would work out.

You come out of your room, in a beautiful dress and you text Jinho that you are on your way soon. Only then, Heeseung comes out of his room, wearing low-slung sweatpants and an oversized t-shirt. He pauses when he sees you dressed so well, your phone in hand and a smile on your face.

“Where are you going?” he growls, crossing his arms over his chest.

You look up, startled,

“Out with a friend” you answer vaguely, turning back to your phone.

Heeseung’s face darkens, and he stomps over to you, grabbing your phone out of your hand. He reads the message, his jaw clenched.

“Jinho, huh? Your little studying buddy?” he sneers, his voice low and jealous.You stand up, taken aback by his sudden aggression,

“Give me back my phone, Hee” you demand, trying to keep your voice steady.

He doesn’t move, his eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that makes your heart race.

“Are you going to fuck him too?”

His words hang in the air, a challenge and an accusation in his voice. You’re stunned into silence for a moment. Then anger flares in your chest.

“Thats none of your business” you snap and grab your phone back.

“Yeah right” he chuckles darkly, “Go ahead and sleep with him. He’s a good boy. He’ll treat you gentle like the innocent girl you are” he smirks mockingly.

His words sting, and you hug your phone to your chest, feeling a strange lump form in your throat. You swallow it down, lifting your chin defiantly.

“Exactly” you say firmly. “Unlike some people, he knows how to treat a woman with respect”

“He can probably go five minutes before he busts” he mutters under his breath, clenching his jaw.

“What?”

“Have fun with that loser”

Your date with Jinho went perfectly. He’s sweet, funny, respectful - everything Heeseung is not. He drops you off at home with a soft kiss on the lips. You smile all the way to your room, changing into your pajamas.As you climb into bed, your phone buzzes with a text from Jinho.

“I had a great time tonight. Can i see you again soon?”

You’re typing out a response when your door slams open, making you jump. Heeseung stands there, his eyes blazing with anger. He didnt even knock, he stormed in, his presence filling the room. He sees your phone in your hand,

“Missed your boyfriend already?”

“What do you want Heeseung?” you ask coldly “To criticize my love life some more?”

“I want to know if he made you cum” he says coldly, as he steps closer.

“What?! No! I- thats none of your business!”

“So he didnt touch you?”

“No, he’s a gentleman, he waited.” you wrap your blanket around you tighter.

“Why are you hiding yourself?” he asks softly, his hand reaches out, grabbing the blanket and tugging it off you.

You gasp as the blanket is pulled away, leaving you in your thin pajama top and shorts. Heeseung’s eyes darken as he takes in your form, his voice low and husky.

“I’d have you bent over that bed, panting and begging for more by now”

You swallow hard, your mouth suddenly dry. You try to maintain eye contact, but your gaze flickers down to his lips briefly before returning to his intense stare.

“You’re delusional” you whisper, trying to sound more confident than you feel. “He’s a better man than you"

Slowly, deliberately, Heeseung reaches out, his fingers brushing against your thigh. His fingers linger there for a moment before sliding upwards, pushing the hem of your shorts up slightly. His touch sends a jolt through you, and you can’t help but tense.

“Better man?”His fingers trace patterns on your thigh as he speaks, his face inches from yours.

“Better man who can't even make you this fucking nervous with just a touch?”

Your body responds to his words, your breasts tightening, your belly tensing. You nod. His fingers stop their movement, instead gripping your thigh.

“So, i guess he didnt touch you here…” he asks softly, his hand dangerously close to where you most crave his touch.

You shake your head, trying to ignore the way his hand feels on your thigh.

"No" you whisper. His eyes narrow slightly, and for a moment, you think he might kiss you. Instead, he does something even more shocking. He slips his hand into your shorts.

You squirm as his fingers brush against your panties, feeling the heat and dampness there. Heeseung's eyes darken with satisfaction and something more primal.

"Not even here?" he asks, his voice a low growl as he gently rubs against your clit through the thin fabric.

You bite your lip to keep from making more noise as his fingers move against you. You can feel yourself getting wetter, your panties soaked. You try to press your legs together but his hand is in the way. He smirks, knowing the effect he's having on you.

"He didn't spread your thighs and bury his face between them?" Heeseung asks, his breath hot against your face as he watches you squirm. His fingers hook into your underwear, starting to pull it aside.

"He didn't lick you out until you were begging?” he says, his face leaning closer to where his hands are.

“H-heeseung stop”

“Do you really want me to?” he says, coming up and bringing his face close to yours. You look into his eyes, you feel your body begging for him. You can't take it anymore. You grab the back of his neck and smash your lips onto his.

Heeseung's eyes widen slightly in surprise at your sudden kiss, but he quickly responds, his lips pressing firmly against yours. He takes your shorts off in a swift motion and he pulls your panties aside.

Your kiss deepens as his fingers spread you open. He growls softly, feeling how wet you are. He adds one finger inside you, making you moan into his mouth. He swallows the sound, his tongue plunging into your mouth like his finger plunged inside you.

Heeseung kisses you fiercely as he adds another finger, pumping them slowly inside you. He angles his fingers to hit that spot deep within, making your back arch and your walls clench around him. Breaking the kiss, he trails his lips down your neck, biting lightly as he fingers you harder.

“Would he ever make you this wet?” He asks, his voice rough with desire and jealousy, his fingers curling inside you to hit that spot again and again.

"F-fuck no”

"Who's making your pussy tighten like this?”

You groan, not wanting to admit that he is the only one that ever got you this wet and needy. Simply because you couldn't admit it to yourself either.

“Answer me. Is it him?” His fingers pause inside you.

“No, i-it's you” you finally admit, grinding your hips to his fingers.

Heeseung hisses, as he removes his fingers from your hole, bringing them to his mouth to suck your juices off them. Then, he pulls down his sweatpants and frees his hard length.

He wraps your legs around his waist, pulling you closer as he positions himself at your entrance. He looks down at you, searching your face for any sign that it's not him you want like this. Then, he thrusts his hips forward, filling you completely in one harsh motion.

You cry out softly, your nails digging into his back. He's thick, stretching you wide open. He captures your mouth again, swallowing your moans as he pulls back his hips and thrusts deep again. He sets a hard pace, your bodies slapping together loudly.

He lifts you up slightly, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist as he pounds into you relentlessly. You can feel every inch of his length sliding in and out of you, hitting that spot inside you with every thrust. His kisses are demanding, claiming your mouth as his own.

"God," Heeseung mutters against your jaw, "You're so tight." He lifts you up slightly again, changing the angle and hitting that spot so deeply that you almost scream.

"Who does this pussy belong to?" he growls, his voice low and possessive. He doesn't wait for an answer, thrusting deeper and faster, claiming you with every movement.

Tears fill your eyes as he hits that spot over and over, making you feel like you're gonna break apart. "You," you whimper, "It belongs to you, Heeseung.”

"Fuck..." Heeseung suddenly pulls out of you, flipping you onto your stomach. Before you can react, he enters you from behind, one hand gripping your hip while the other reaches around to rub your clit.

He leans over you, his teeth sinking into the back of your neck as he thrusts into you over and over, his hand moving in small circles on your clit.

“You are fucking mine” he groans to your ear.

The feeling overwhelms you, and soon you're screaming out his name, your body shaking with a powerful orgasm.

Panting harshly, Heeseung continues thrusting a few more times, chasing his own release. Feeling your tight inner walls clenching around him sends him over the edge. He buries himself deep inside you, groaning long and low as he comes undone, filling you with his hot seed.

He stays like that for a moment, his chest pressed against your back as he tries to catch his breath. Finally, he pulls out of you, turning you back over onto your back. He looks down at your face, his expression softening as he sees the tears streaming down your cheeks.

“You are crying already? I'm not fucking done with you”

© NEPTUNSX, 2025 / do not copy or repost.

[doiliedaze]

Pretty Thing

Warnings: somno, dub-con, restless/trouble sleeping reader, reader shaking ass, established relationship, Sevika makes reader smoke (weed), play wrestling turns to man handling, Sevika orders reader around, fingering (r! receiving), groping, praise (r! receiving)

Genre: smut, fluff

A/n: DARK FIC!! Thank you @bambishaven hope you enjoy this!!

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You know that when you feel your thoughts swarm your head that you aren't gonna be able to sleep. This the fifth time this month and you don't even know how many times in general you've felt like this! Regardless you're fucking exhausted and want some damn sleep.

So instantly you jump into your routine and hope to fall asleep! Setting up affirmations and soft music on the laptop while doing some skincare.

Although the lighting is dim and the music is soft you can still feel your brain full force! While your mochi face mask dries you decided to get into some comfort pajamas and check on your hair under your strawberry bonnet knowing you probably shifted something already.

The mix on your laptop ended and a suggested playlist started to play. You were tryna keep everything low energy but when you heard "Freak Hoe" flow through your speakers you had to shake some ass!

You scurry from the bathroom to the floor length mirror in your room as you look back at it!! The movements of your ass eating up them shorts!

It definitely took your energy but wasn’t enough to make you sleepy, just huff and puff.

You open the window and let the cold air hit your face calming you down!

In your heart of hearts you know the one thing that’ll put you to sleep; Sevika.

The sensual scent of smoke and mocha. Her luring voice and big hands. Her natural confidence, all of her just makes you relax.

The clock reads 2:00 am so you know she’s up but you don’t wanna bother her!

Fate was on your side because she called two minutes later, asking to come over. So now you wait patiently by the door.

You didn’t have to as she has a key but it gave you an advantage to jump on her when she entered!

“Woah? There’s no need for this much energy I thought I’d find you in bed wallowing at least.” She chuckles as she adjusts you in her arms.

“Nope had to wait for my Vika! And I can’t sleep but it’s more so about you!”

Her grey eyes soften as she notices the restlessness behind those pretty brown eyes.

“Lemme make you something” she whispers as she pecked your nose. “Only if you want”

“Well I do so just sit and relax for me okay?”

Silently you walk to the couch as you relax your body and watch her get to work. Zoning in on her back muscles when she takes her jacket off. Her wife pleaser hugging her just right!

The smells in the kitchen start to flow into your nose and your heart swoons. Your big bad girlfriend is making you Khichdi.

“Here” she states as she places it in front of you.

“Did you poke a smiley face into it?”

“Thought you’d like it…” she grumbles slightly flustered.

“I do! Thank you vika” you kiss her flesh knuckle then her metal ones.

Honestly sleep was starting to seep into you especially after the meal and Sevika carrying you to bed. But there is something itching to keep you up and it’s almost 4 am!

“Take this” she whispers as she hands you the pre-roll. Never opposed to a puff here and there you take it.

You were expecting the weed to lull you at least a little but it gave you an energy of sorts.

“Alright we gotta do something to tire me!” You whine feeling bad about keeping your girlfriend up but you need this!

“I could fuck you to sleep”

“That was so corny” you laugh and with a half smile she says, “can’t be so corny if I’ve done it before!”

“Girl no you haven’t!”

“Oh really?” She says as she snatched you up. Instinctively you push her away with your feet. That put some distance between y’all but she ends up slamming you onto the bed.

“Okay she-hulk!”

“Fuck you” She snorts then clears her throat, “let me help you fall asleep though”

“Just thirsty for it huh?”

“Shut the fuck up before I leave!” She says letting your wrist go and your hands shoot up to grab her torso, “please don’t go!”

“Why not you’re being a brat?”

“I’ll be good, I promise” you say as you take another hit of the blunt finally feeling the smoke in your head take over.

Her eyes lock onto yours as she leans in for a kiss and you just blow smoke onto her face.

A smile twitches on Sevikas lips as she takes the blunt. “Can’t keep your promises for shit huh?”

Before you could respond she pushes you off the bed, “damn!” You laugh as you lay sprawled out on the floor.

“Get the fuck up.” When you heard her tone you pop up, wobbly but quickly!

She was laid back against your bed frame and her eyes narrowly stare at you. Her pointer finger beckons you over and you listen.

She makes you wait like a dumb puppy before she pats her lap. Eager you sit down and let your back sink into her chest, craning your neck to look up at her.

Her scent and the need not to piss her off makes you relax in her embrace, stressing your little mind out on how to be good for her.

Sevikas hand caresses your inner thigh as she sees you drift off to sleep.

“Finally” she mutters to her herself as she moves those flimsy excuse of sleeping shorts out her fingers way so she can enter your welcoming cunt!

Her mechanical hand gliding under your shirt to play with your nipple. Squeezing and pulling them. You sleepily moan her name causing her to smile, “such a good girl when you wanna be” she whispers.

She uses her foot to open you leg up more to give her fingers a deeper access.

Her middle and ring finger beginning to pick up the place.

“Got you all to myself—fuck you’re such a pretty little thing” she mutters as the squelches of your pussy makes her clit throb.

“Vika” you moan, big brown eyes looking up at her through your lashes.

“Yes baby girl?”

You mutter incoherently and she just smiles, “be quiet okay?” Sleepily you nod, “good job” she snickers, enjoying how reliant you are on her.

Sevika speeds her fingers up and your hips shake but your jaw is slack against her. “This is my pussy yeah? Mine to take…fuck you keep sucking me up.” She groans as the sensation of you clenching around her heightens as you reach your orgasm.

Quickly her fingers retract to rub circles on your clit to help you ride out your high and to kneed the plush of your breast.

She sucks on her fingers as her head rests against the headboard while she calms herself down. Gently she rolls you off and on your side, hand never leaving your boob.

Sevika drifts off into sleep holding you tight as the cool night air flows into the room from a forgotten open window.

Next time you’ll cut the chase and call Sevika the moment you can’t sleep.

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A/n: wait dolls outta all the somno fics i wrote i think this one and Abby are my favorites! I hope y’all loved it and honestly I need this irl LMAOOOO

Taglist: @manfuckthisimout @bambishaven @femme-historian @furrytaesss @milanyas @highnfemme @5seos @artemisdreamfairie @ellabswife

Dividers- @dollywons

[luveline]

could you write bombshell!reader getting a tattoo of spencer’s name or something that reminds her of him and his reaction please?

“Why are you kissing me?” you mumble, your voice hoarse with sleep. 

They’re light kisses. “I’m going now,” Spencer says, matching your quiet tone. 

“No.” 

You wrap your arm behind his neck and feel his hair against your wrist. His nose and lips warm your jaw. 

“Yes.” He kisses your jaw. “I have to go, but I didn’t wanna leave without a kiss.” 

That’s really sweet, he’s so sweet, you’re so tired. “Please don’t go, Spencer.” 

“I have to go.” He readjusts your hugging to hum against your temple, distinctly content despite your pleading. “I’ll be back by six for dinner, promise.” 

“Promise,” you say.

You get to keep him for a few minutes, regardless. His neck must sing bent as he is over you but he doesn’t relent, doesn’t move until you encourage his face back to kiss just under his bottom lip. “Sorry, I’m making you late,” you whisper. 

“No, no, I accounted for this. You’re on my agenda.” 

“How much time did you allot?” you ask through a smile. 

“Seventeen minutes. That’s how long we usually hug in the morning.” 

“Gotta get that time down,” you say. 

“Or up.” He holds your face. You turn your head into his touch and keep him for just another half a minute. 

“Okay,” you mumble, letting your eyes flutter closed again, “you can leave, I’m gonna go back to sleep.” 

“Good idea.” He kisses you, and he says goodbye. You’re sleeping again before he’s even left your room

When you wake properly, you still feel loved, like a sunburn but with less stinging. There’s something very special about your boy; something permanent about the way he loves. You can’t imagine he’ll ever stop loving you like this, he’s embedded you so deeply into his life and his routines (and you’d beg him to keep you if he ever changed his mind). That in itself is crazy. You can’t have imagined begging a guy to let you stay, but for Spencer, you would.  

When he comes home that night, half an hour before six, you have no regrets. 

You hadn’t noticed how he was dressed when he left, but he looks lovely in just a simple t-shirt and jeans. Remarkably casual for him, you used to think he only wore t-shirts to bed, but the older he gets the better propensity he has for comfort. What makes it for you is the cardigan. 

“You look nice,” you praise, more than satisfied when the first thing he does after he takes off his shoes is lean down to hug you where you’re sitting on his couch. 

“Thank you.” He pats your back and pulls away. “You’re beautiful,” he says with ease, like he’s commenting on the weather. “Good day?” 

Your lips pucker into a twist. 

“What?” he asks. 

Unfortunately, he sounds deeply worried. 

“No, it’s nothing, I just hurt my arm. Can you have a look?” 

Spencer takes your arm. “What did you do?” he asks, pulling the sleeve of your shirt carefully up to your elbow. The Saran wrap confuses him, until it doesn’t, and he grins at your skin, before frowning again. His flickering emotions worry you, until he says, “Is that mine?” 

You hold your arm in the light. “Of course it’s yours?” 

It’s just a few words from a note he wrote you, perhaps too soon into your relationship for sweetness, and yet one you kept anyways. He told you the story of the I Love You lighthouse, or rather, the Minot Ledge lighthouse, and how the man who lived there had to live on a different island to his family while tending the lighthouse, so he would flash the light once, then four times, and then three times, one flash for every letter of each corresponding word: I love you. The note was left on your dresser. You’d slept together the night before, but he had to leave early. Nowadays he wakes you up, but  back then he’d been too shy. 

I want to be able to do that for you but I can’t find a lighthouse in D.C. that will let me in to try. I’ll keep looking. 

“I’ll keep looking,” Spencer reads. His thumb heistates just under your small font.

“It’s from that note you left me.”

“I know, I remember.” He does his awful frowny face where his eyelids lower and you're sure he’ll never smile again, he looks that upset. “You know this is permanent?”

“They do tend to be,” you say with a lovelorn sigh. 

“I don’t know what to do. I don’t know if I should kiss you, or hug you, or… I don’t know why you’d do this.”

“But it’s okay?” you ask. It could make for a very awkward conversation if he doesn't like it.

“It’s perfect.” He holds your gaze. “You’re perfect.”

He acts like your tattoo is a gaping wound as he moves in to hug you, careful of your new ink, but relentless in the tightness of his arms behind your back. You laugh, then squeal at his insistence, a giggly girly thing that nobody else should ever hear but him. He doesn’t make fun of you, just squeezes you to him, his face pressed so hard to yours you can feel his cheekbones. 

“Now I just have to say something romantic for you to get tattooed and we’ll be equal again.’

“So we aren’t equal?”

“Um, no way.” Your laugh is self-satisfied and breathless. You turn your lips to his cheek. “I love you. I’m gonna build you a lighthouse.”

“Can’t believe you kept that note.”

“I have a whole shoebox of them. I love that you write them.”

He stops holding himself up, half on the couch and half in your lap as he hugs you with every bit of strength in his arms.

[bakug0uzb1thc]

omg after reading your last request it made me think of my own. Katsuki x reader who is the older sister in her household. basically on top of the readers hero studies, she has to still be a second mother for her many siblings and is burnt out.

hope this isn’t too much or anything :)

Agh I enjoyed writing this sm :3 feel free to change any sibling names !!

Solutions

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x Fem! Reader

Summary: ruined plans by having to watch your siblings take a cute turn !!

Warnings: none, mainly fluff, bkg might be ooc

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You were supposed to have a nice date with Katsuki, you had been stressed and he said he’d take you out to help you both take a break from hero work and your studies.

you told him to stay outside so you could change real quick but you said that unaware of what was gonna meet you on the other side.

As you walked in and took off your shoes you were greeted by your younger twin brothers Kyo and Tsuyoi wrestling, your little sister Hiyori crying and your angelic baby brother yuro hugging his blanket on the sidelines just watching.

You wanted to cry, the one day you thought you could share with your boyfriend was now ruined. “Hey break it up you two.” You deadplanted grabbing both ten-year-olds by the back of their shirts but that didn’t stop them from trying to throw themselves at each-other.

“He started it y/n!” Kyo yelled pointing to the other boy that looked like a copy. “No it wasn’t!” Tsuyoi defended but you shut them up before they had any other words to throw.

“I don’t care who did what where’s mom?” Looking between the two waiting for an answer. “Shes asleep, she said she needed to take a nap.” Kyo sighed trying to squeeze out of your hold.

You were at a defeat, she worked another night shift at the hospital and you couldn’t just wake her up, but you were gonna have to tell Katsuki you had to cancel.

Walking out the door and shutting it behind you, he raised his gaze confused. “Thought you were gonna change?” He tilted his head, “I can’t suki, I need to watch my siblings. My mom worked the night shift and is taking a nap.” You fidgeted with your fingers trying your best to avoid his look.

“That’s fine? Your siblings love me.” He gave a smug smile. The disappointment you were expecting never came, you were only met by him giving you another solution.

“Are you su-“ the door you were leaning on opened to all your siblings peaking out to see who their sister was talking to.

“Hey it’s Bakugou!” Tsuyoi shouted flinging the door open. “Hey squirt.” He said ruffing the kids hair as he waved to all the rest of your siblings who thought foundly of him.

“See they love me.” He said even smugger than before with a matching smirk. “Hey I wanna show you the new video game I got!” Kyo said grabbing onto his hand dragging him into the house giving him just barely enough time to take off his shoes.

The rest of the night was surprisingly the most relaxed you’d been in a while, all of your hero studies you pushed yourself through no longer crowding your mind and to your shock Katsuki was weirdly good with your siblings.

Despite you having more brothers Katsuki never failed to include your little sister into whatever the boys were doing.

“You surprise me kat.” You whispered trying to not wake the 4 sleeping bodies that were against and on both you and Katsuki. All of you had sat down for a movie and boom they were all fast asleep.

“What do you mean?” He said still managing to have at least an arm wrapped around you.

“You’re so good with them, they don’t even like me that much.” You rolled your eyes with dramatic jealousy. “Dunno, I just want them to think I’m cool I guess.” He shrugged at the confession he thought was obvious.

“That so.. sweet.” You gave him a soft smile and laid your head on his shoulder, doing your best not to wake the sleeping yudo on your lap.

“Thank you, for helping me.” you rub your cheek on him trying to show some affection. “I can’t kiss you so I’m resorting to this don’t think I’m weird.” You tried to defend. “You’re still weird.” He laid his head on top of yours. “Shut up.”

[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."

[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.”

[formulafanfics13]

Hello!!! I freaking love your work!! 💞💞

I was wondering can you make a one shot with Max verstappen where he breaks up with Kelly because they aren’t working any more they never get pregnant. But then he meets reader and he falls in love with her and they start dating. Reader ends up pregnant and they have a baby girl. And one day he takes reader and their daughter to one of the races and she like 3 yrs old now. But they run into Kelly and Penelope. Penelope runs up to him and hugs him and baby girl does not like it and she runs up to her and try’s to push her away. Saying “my daddy my daddy!!!”

My Daddy - MV1

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summary: after years with kelly, max finally admits it isn't working. the love's faded. the future never came — no kids, no spark, no soft ending. they part quietly. then he meets you. and for the first time in years, he feels. falls. builds a new kind of life. and when your daughter — his daughter — storms the paddock years later to claim her daddy like a tiny warrior queen, even kelly has to admit: max found what he was missing. warnings: breakup (max x kelly), mentions of infertility/no kids, pregnancy, birth, soft dad!max, reader is unnamed/undescribed, toddler jealousy, emotional vulnerability, soft smut implied, lots of domestic sweetness, happy ending

The house is too quiet. It has been for months.

Max knows it's over long before either of them says it. Before the final talk. Before the suitcase.

Kelly moves like a ghost through the Monaco apartment, tidy, present, perfectly poised. But never warm. Never laughing. Never there. They don't fight anymore. Don't fuck either. Haven't in months.

Penelope's always the buffer. The anchor. Not his biologically, but god, he tried to love her like his own. Still does. But it's not enough.

They don't talk about the things that matter. Don't dream. Don't plan. She stopped looking at baby names. He stopped asking her to come to races.

When he says it, "I think we both know this isn't working anymore", she doesn't argue. Just nods. Soft. Sad. And that's it. Years end in silence.

It takes a long time for him to let anyone in again. Until you.

You don't try to fix him. You just show up. Soft. Fierce. Real. He doesn't even realize how bad it was until you love him differently. Loudly. Quietly. Completely.

The first time he sees you asleep in his bed, drooling a little with your mouth open, hair a mess, he thinks: I'm going to marry her.

He never says it out loud. Doesn't need to. You kiss him like you already know. When you get pregnant, he cries. Actual, shaking sobs. Head in your neck, hand on your belly.

You think it's fear at first. But he just keeps whispering, "I didn't think I'd ever get this." "I thought it wasn't for me." "Thank you. Thank you. Thank you."

He builds the crib himself. Picks the wallpaper. Buys ten different versions of the same pacifier just to make sure.

She's born in the middle of the night. Loud lungs, full head of hair, stubborn as hell. He doesn't stop staring for hours. He holds her like she's made of stardust and miracle dust. She has his eyes.

You name her together. A quiet decision, whispered through tears and laughter. Something soft. Strong.

She sleeps on his chest every night that first month. Even when the season starts again, he brings her to races, wears her little face on a chain around his neck.

She says "dada" before "mama." You don't mind. She's his whole world.

Silverstone is chaos. Max hasn't brought you both to a race in months. But she's three now, sharp as hell, full sentences, opinions, questions, and she begged.

"Wanna see Daddy drive fast," she'd said, arms crossed like a tiny general. "And wear my green dress. And my red headphones. And my sunglasses. And my boots."

Max just laughed and said, "Yes ma'am."

So here you are. Monaco heat but England air. Red Bull hospitality. Sunglasses. Sunblock. Little boots clomping around like she owns the place.

She's glued to Max's side. Fist curled in his race suit. Mini water bottle in one hand, toy car in the other. Cameras eat it up. The grid goes feral. There's a hundred memes within the hour.

The caption: MAX'S MINI ME.

Everything is perfect. Until it isn't. You don't see her at first. Kelly. In the motorhome. Talking to someone near the Red Bull fridge. Penelope beside her. Taller now. Quiet. Older.

Your daughter doesn't recognize them. But Penelope sees Max. Runs. "MAXY!!"

She throws her arms around him before he can react. It's pure affection. Familiar.

But your daughter does not understand. She sees another girl touching her daddy. Her Max. And that's when she screams.

"NO!" she shouts, boots stomping, hair flying as she runs over. "MY DADDY! MYYY DADDYYYY!"

She full-body launches at Penelope. Not to hurt. Just to shove. Tiny fists against her arm.

Max pulls her back instantly. "Hey, hey, baby- it's okay."

But she's crying now. Red-faced. Snotty. Hysterical. You rush over, scoop her into your arms.

"She's not yours," your daughter wails. "He's my daddy! Go 'way!!"

Penelope is frozen. Startled. Kelly walks over, calm but tight-lipped.

"It's okay," Max says again, kneeling to your daughter's level. "P's just saying hi, love. You're my girl. You always will be."

She hiccups. Sniffles. Clings.

Kelly finally speaks. "You've got a fiery one."

You glance up. Smile small. "Wonder where she gets it from."

Max smiles too. "All her mum."

There's a beat of silence. Then Kelly nods. "She's beautiful." You mouth thank you. And then it's over.

Penelope waves goodbye. Kelly disappears into a PR tent. Max carries your daughter back toward the garage, her boots thudding against his thighs as she rests her cheek on his shoulder.

You fall into step beside him. "She really said mine, huh?" you murmur.

He chuckles. "She really did."

"She gets that from you."

"She gets everything from me." He grins. "Except the good stuff. That's all you."

Your daughter lifts her head sleepily. "No fighting. I get all the stuff." 

You and Max both laugh. And as he presses a kiss to your forehead, paddock chaos swirling around you, you know, without question, this is the family he was always meant to have.

[madamechrissy]

Mob Sukuna and Gojo's kids have a playdate!

This was in my inbox to show the kids from Pour it Up and Losing Control Now hehe, setting this about two years after the ending of Gojo's fic! Told from Pour it Up reader's perspective! - SFW/fluff/crack

"Touma, you can't just steal your sisters dolls and tie them up!?" You're looking with horrified eyes as Touma has taken your little girl's baby dolls, their wrists bound with stolen pony tails as he giggles.

"Nah, the kid's just showing his creativity," Sukuna lounges on the couch, your pretty little girl so tiny in his big ass arms. She's almost two now, and you're not sure she walks often purely because Sukuna carries her everywhere. She's holding her hand up, tugging on Sukuna's pale pink locks, he just smiles at her. "Tell her, Suki."

You cross your arms now, raising a brow as Suki giggles at you. "Mama, mama!"

"You two are both against me here, I see. We have Satoru's kid coming in just a minute, we can't corrupt their little girl! Put it up Touma."

"Mom, it'll teach them-"

"Up. Now." Touma sighs, and starts untying the dolls, Sukuna's smirking. "What's so funny?"

"You're pretty when you're all mad like that," you scoff, shaking your head when the doorbell rings. "I'll get it."

"Try not to scare them off, I want a playdate." Sukuna just grins deviously, just like your son does. He's absolutely taken after his stepfather, following him everywhere he goes. You take your daughter in your arms now, brushing back her hair softly. "Are you excited?"

"Mhmm!" You melt for her, with her pretty eyes wide and her little chubby cheeks, while the door opens, and you see Satoru, his wife and their daughter. "Mama! Friends here!"

"I know, here." You set her down and she runs over excitedly, you follow her and hug them all, pressing a kiss on their daughters hair, snow white like Satoru's. "Hello pretty girl!"

"Hi, hi!"

"Cute little Sakura," you look at Satoru and his girl then. "Oh she's gotten so tall already, my goodness!"

"I know, it goes too quickly," she is snug in Satoru's arms while his girl snatches up Suki. "Hi sweet girl, I missed you."

"Shit, haven't seen you in forever. Did you miss me, Kuna?" Sukuna glares, jaw setting while you girls giggle, Satoru holds his little girl up defensively. "You can't hit me, I have a child!"

"Now ya don't," he hands her off to her mother, and Satoru backs off, devious grin on his face. "Come here, I wanna show you how much I missed you, Satoru."

"No, no, I'm suddenly so busy..." Sukuna snorts in laughter, wrapping an arm around the lanky man, earning Gojo's relief. "Come get a drink with me, let them do the mom shit."

"The 'mom shit'?" You ask, Sukuna leans close to you, lips against your ear now.

"You look so hot angry, I think Suki and Touma need a sibling," you're a blushing mess, scowling at your devious husband now, seeing Satoru setting his little girl down to play with Suki and Touma now. "You like that idea, huh brat?"

"Shush!" You're burning up, he knows what that does to you.

"I'll show you around, come on!" Touma takes Sakura's hand, she giggles and babbles.

"Cute, cute!" Touma blushes then, Satoru glares.

"Sakura, you can never date, don't even!" Satoru's wife is giggling, he stands, tugging her to his side, holding her close while Sakura kisses Touma's cheek, he rubs it off. "You're encouraging this behavior, sweetheart?"

"I think she'll never have a chance with you," he smirks, and holds her close, she sighs and nuzzles his neck. "Gonna scare any future boyfriend away."

"Absolutely will," he kisses her cheek. "She needs a brother to protect her."

"Maybe she does-"

"Okay, get a room," Sukuna grumbles, snatching Satoru up by the arm then. "Let's go do manly shit."

"I wanna do manly shit-"

"Touma! Sukuna, see he's cussing!?" Sukuna and Satoru just burst into laughter, as you two girls scowl at your husbands.

"Good kid-"

"Sukuna, I swear you'll sleep on the couch."

"Bad kid! Listen to your mom." You smile, and Touma pouts all cute, before deciding to look at you abashedly.

"Sorry mama..."

"It's fine baby," you smack a kiss on his cheek, then take Satoru's girl's hand as your husbands go off to have a drink. "How are you, lovely?"

"I'm doing so good, I missed being here," she's been gone for months, Satoru's on a whole travel kick lately. "The men are having drinks, huh?"

"They are, but I have mimosas ready."

"Ooh! I'll take one." They're mostly orange juice, but as the four of you sit around and nibble on brunch, it feels perfect.

Until...

"Bang bang! That's how you shoot-"

"Sukuna." Your husband stops his proud smile immediately at your death glare, clearing his throat then.

"I'll handle it." He rushes off, but you hear him murmur - 'hah, good job kid' as Satoru's maniacally laughing, and you and his girl wonder just what you've gotten into with these men.

Unserious nonsense aha, I hope you all enjoyyy