#Kira babble

[zinda-his-eyes-red]

Necessary Evil.... oh wow what an episode. Kira Odo Kira Odo Kira Odo..... the relationship they have is so fascinating, especially the fact that I can't put a finger on what it is exactly. Neither can they.

Kira has layers, Odo has layers-- mostly, Odo finds people who stick around in his life like Kira and Quark and remains grumpily suspicious of them and prickly while also seeking out their company. Love in his Odo way.

[f1angelz]

new motto: if oscar can do it with a broken rib, i can do it with a broken heart !

[betweenpacifictides]

Look who came in the mail today

[jellybeansmud]

i am going to burn her house down if my grandmother says "oh your cat is so old already shes gonna die aaannyyy dayyy nowwww btw do you wanna take this kitten home with you" one more fucking time. i am not thinking about it i am not thinking about it i am not thinking about it. she has at least a couple years more in her shes not old. of course this bitch thinks cats live up to 10 years tops, she lets them outside to get run over and eat rat poison, she probably hasnt seen a cat die of old age once. my cat is gonna outlive me my cat is gonna live to see 22nd century. fuck offffff. i am not sad i am not. its okayyyyyyy.

[f1angelz]

oscar is probably regretting this because we’ll be milking this video forever

scrolling ao3 at 3am be like:

[meidiary]

how on earth did you make your sliding gif thing oml

(I love your theme omg)

HI HUN!! tysm 😣 making this theme was a roller-coaster fr

but anyway I used canva to make the sliding gif and then I added bows bc why not 🤭

here's the youtube vid explaining how to do it! ♡♡♡

hope this helped a bit!! 🩷

[reissancesstuff]

“we’re not gonna steal a baby, satoru.”

genre: fluff, domestic softness, comedy, future family teasing

it starts with yuuji showing up at your shared apartment door looking absolutely stressed.

he’s got a three-year-old girl in his arms—soft pigtails, sparkly shoes, and big doe eyes blinking curiously at you.

“hi! uh, this is kira—my niece. i’m babysitting,” he says, and you raise an eyebrow just as satoru pokes his head out from the kitchen.

“adorable,” you say. “what’s the catch?”

“i just got a mission,” yuuji sighs. “one that doesn’t involve toddlers. can you help me out?”

before he even finishes, you’re already crouching down with a smile, cooing at the little girl.

“hi there, princess,” you grin, watching her peek from behind yuuji’s shoulder. “you wanna stay with me for a little while?”

kira nods shyly.

satoru leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, amusement lighting up his face. “you’re really volunteering for this?”

you shoot him a look. “you fight curses. i babysit. balance.”

—

about thirty minutes later, you’re seated on the living room floor, kira climbing over couch cushions like they’re a castle. her laughter fills the room like sunshine, and you can’t stop smiling, encouraging her imaginary quests and dramatic tumbles.

“you’re really good with kids,” satoru comments, flopping down on the couch nearby. his blindfold is pushed up onto his forehead, his silver-white lashes catching the light as he watches you with a rare softness in his expression.

you glance over your shoulder. “you could try playing with us, you know.”

“i’m not great with tiny humans,” he shrugs.

“you’re literally the biggest child here.”

he opens his mouth to retort, but then kira runs right up to him, placing her hands on his knees.

“up?” she asks sweetly.

and you just grin.

“come on, satoru,” you tease. “you’re not gonna say no to her, are you?”

he groans, dramatic. “fine. but only because you asked.”

you watch him lift kira into his lap—she fits so easily against him, curling into his chest like a little kitten. she starts babbling, little nonsense phrases that mean absolutely nothing, one of her small hands gripping his shirt while the other pats his chest with purpose.

“what’s she saying?” satoru mumbles, confused.

“absolutely no clue,” you laugh. “but she seems to like you.”

“she’s got taste.”

then—kira giggles, grabbing both sides of his face in her tiny hands and squishing his cheeks.

satoru freezes.

you melt.

the sight of him—six-foot-something, strongest sorcerer, smug menace—reduced to a wide-eyed babysitter with a toddler squishing his face is too much to handle.

so you do what any sane person would do.

you snap a photo.

click.

he blinks. “did you just—?”

“i’m gonna set it as my lockscreen,” you smirk.

—

eventually, yuuji returns. a little worn out, but clearly relieved to find kira unharmed and happily playing tea party with you and satoru.

“thanks so much,” he says, scooping kira into his arms. she yawns, curling into him instantly.

you kiss the top of her head gently. “bye, kira. come visit again.”

and just like that, they’re off—walking down the hallway, yuuji carrying her with a soft hum under his breath.

the apartment grows quiet.

megumi and nobara are on the floor finishing the snacks (where did they even come from?), and you’re tidying up the cushion chaos when satoru suddenly speaks.

“i want that.”

you pause. “…want what?”

he’s standing by the window, watching the hall. his voice is casual, but you catch the way his fingers twitch at his sides.

“that.” he points, and you follow his gaze—yuuji walking away, kira in his arms, her small head tucked against his shoulder.

you raise an eyebrow. “we’re not gonna steal a baby, satoru.”

he turns to you, grinning.

“we’re not gonna steal one.” he takes a step closer, that signature glint in his eyes. “we’re gonna make one.”

you open your mouth.

megumi and nobara choke.

“why are you guys having a family plan in front of us?!” megumi cries, looking genuinely distressed.

nobara covers her face. “i’m too young to be an aunt.”

you ignore them, face warm, staring at satoru’s smug little smile.

“you’re serious?”

he leans in, his hand brushing yours.

“as serious as i’ve ever been,” he whispers. “you, me, little versions of us wreaking havoc.”

“we already have yuuji for that,” you mutter, heart skipping a beat anyway.

“yeah, but this one would have your eyes,” he says, thumb gently stroking over your knuckles. “and hopefully not my sugar addiction.”

you look at him—really look—and for once, he isn’t joking. not entirely. he’s soft. earnest. hopeful.

you smile.

“let’s talk about it over dinner,” you say.

he grins, slipping his arm around your waist.

“as long as i’m dessert.”

megumi groans audibly. “i’m leaving.”

nobara is already halfway out the door.

and satoru?

he just presses a kiss to your cheek and whispers, “ours is gonna be cuter than kira.”

you roll your eyes—but you don’t disagree.

[teenagefeeling]

apparently someone died at burning man? 2023 is really taking out a lot of random rich people

[yourmamakira]

Colby Brock as your boyfriend

On investigations

Bf!Colby on investigations, and just with you as his s/o in general

You/yours || Use of ‘Girlfriend’ & ‘Wife’— Genre: Sickening fluff

ᰔᩚ˚ ༘⋆｡˚ BF Colby Who packs you snacks for the investigations so you won’t go hungry while filming

ᰔᩚ˚ ༘⋆｡˚ BF Colby Who insures your within eye range to make sure you’re safe at all times

ᰔᩚ˚ ༘⋆｡˚ BF Colby Who never forgets to ask “are you okay?” If you’re ever too scared or too quiet

If you’re the camera person, ᰔᩚ˚ ༘⋆｡˚ BF Colby Who always makes faces at the camera to get you to laugh, or flirts with the camera and looks you in the eye for fun

If you and Colby live together, ᰔᩚ˚ ༘⋆｡˚ BF Colby Who makes sure to be extra cautious of brining home attachments and spirits

ᰔᩚ˚ ༘⋆｡˚ BF Colby Who’s always touching you one way or the other, might it be his hand on your back, his arm around our shoulders, your hand in his, his hand in your back pocket. Physical contact is a MUST between y’all two

ᰔᩚ˚ ༘⋆｡˚ BF Colby Who literally dose NOT play on investigations when it comes to you. I’m talking this man goes FERAL if you disappear for even a second to long.

“Yo, where tf is Y/n??!”

“I’m right behind you!”

“Oh, PHEW!”

ᰔᩚ˚ ༘⋆｡˚ BF Colby Who will call you pet names every hour of the day in front of anyone. He doesn’t care, he loves letting people know you’re his and he’s yours.

ᰔᩚ˚ ༘⋆｡˚ BF Colby Who holds your hand, or will put your body against his if anything gets to scary for you.

ᰔᩚ˚ ༘⋆｡˚ BF Colby Who fucking LOVES. I mean LOVES. Bringing you up any chance he gets.

“yeah my girlfriend lol”.

“I miss my gf :(“

“Oh you mean Y/N? MY Y/N? The love of my life, my future wife and the Bain of my existence, Y/N??”

NSFW

ᰔᩚ˚ ༘⋆｡˚ BF Colby Who fucks you any place and anywhere just because

ᰔᩚ˚ ༘⋆｡˚ BF Colby Who shamelessly leaves hickeys on the most visible places on your body, like your neck, your arms, your ass cheeks or your thighs when you’re wearing a short skirt or dress…

ᰔᩚ˚ ༘⋆｡˚ BF Colby Who gives you that look on investigations that means “just wait until we get back to the hotel.” That can sometimes be picked up by the camera if he doesn’t hide it well enough. And comments like

“Omg, Colby’s Literally giving Y/N Fuck me eyes???”

All the time and it makes the two of you laugh because they’re always true.

ᰔᩚ˚ ༘⋆｡˚ BF Colby Who absolutely alliterates your pussy the day before an investigation to get his nerves out, and then the following days after that to blow off steam of scary stuff as well.

ᰔᩚ˚ ༘⋆｡˚ BF Colby Who DEFINITELY talks you through Sex, and I mean every step of the way. Just sweet babbling from the both of you. Just know it’s never quiet.

Anyways I ran out of ideas and wrote this after I woke up from a good ass nap, like this post, follow me and request something else for me to write ig. — Kira

NOT PROOFREAD !

[f1angelz]

u can just tell that oscar is good with kids 🥹

[f1angelz]

i literally had to get out of bed to show this to my brother.

we both screamed out of frustration.

all that wait just to sign with Williams 😪

[betweenpacifictides]

Named my dog (A)Kira Yoshikage while I forgot my damn name was Hayato

[kitchenisking]

Things To Do On The Dates You Aren't Having by lielabell - (Rating: Mature, Words: 5,557)

"So are we dating now or what?" Stiles asks the third time he finds himself doing the obligatory postcoital cuddling with a certain sour wolf.

the engagement by bibliosexual - (Rating: G, Words: 1,595)

“Stiles,” Derek growls the next morning, “why did Wanda just call me to congratulate me on my engagement to you?”

“Uh, because we are engaged?” Stiles tries. “We’re having a spring wedding with two flavors of cake, or did you forget? By the way, you still need to buy me a ring.”

Hypothetically Speaking by KaliopeShipsIt - (Rating: Not Rated, Words: 2,916)

“Soooooo, Daddy-O. Hypothetically speaking. Do you think you could potentially see yourself loving a magical werewolf grandbaby rather unexpectedly begotten via the carnal jubilation that is one man shoving his dick up another guy’s ass?”

Textual Promise by Areiton - ( Rating: Explicit, Words: 1,828)

Derek stares at the text for a long time before he goes for a run. Because this? From Stiles? This isn't something they do. 

He still says 'ok'.

My Sea to Your Shore by Aquila_Star - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 66,178)

The setting was idyllic, but when he looked down at the poor animal caught in the trap, struggling for its life and its freedom, he saw only how its desperation mirrored his own, the trap he was caught in just as unforgiving. Unlike the rabbit, Derek's trap was not the result of random bad luck. It was a trap of his own making.

As he headed back to the house, he couldn't help but wonder if there was someone who could wrangle him from his trap, and whether he would survive to see his freedom.

kids say (and do) the darndest things by EvanesDust  - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 7,787)

Have kids, they said. It’ll be fun, they said. ...or the one where Stiles and Derek's kids had no shame.

Nothing's Ever Worth it if it Doesn't Scare You by In_Over_My_Head  - (Rating: Mature, Words: 3,707)

Running had become his default reaction to Scott. Whenever he had a stupid plan or didn’t listen, mostly whenever his moronic actions put the pack in jeopardy…again. Stiles ran now, ran because he knew that if they did what Scott wanted someone would get hurt. They’d just gotten Kira back and now Scott wanted to put her in danger by fighting something without all the information. 

He knew Argent would try and help, to change Scott’s course of action, but it wouldn’t work. Maybe, since Cora was back, Peter might show up too. Sometimes he could get through to Scott. The problem with that was Peter always had an ulterior motive, and Stiles only figured it out half the time. Peter was dangerous, but Scott didn’t seem to get that either. God he missed Derek, missed knowing there was someone that would listen, that would get what he meant and actually try to help.

I know what you did Last Hot Girl Summer by Arver7 - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 6,908)

Stiles thinks he wants a Hot Girl Summer after a break-up. What he gets is definitely a hot girl summer and so much more.

"good boy" by quackquackcey - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 10,807)

Stiles doesn’t think his senior year can get any worse with his best friend turning rabid every full moon, until he finds himself stuck with a massive black wolf overnight that doesn’t even like jerky.

But on the bright side, the hot guy with the half-dying sister he met at the gas station seems to be in town for a bit, so there’s still a chance that his senior year, his supposed best year of high school, isn’t a complete lost cause…right?

That is, if he can manage to juggle the sassy wolf that he takes care of at night and the hot guy that asked him out on a date for some reason.~ 🐺

Finders Keepers by inhystereks - (Rating: G, Words: 3,340)

“Sorry, I know I’m kind of staring, but she didn’t tell me you were so good-looking,” Stiles babbled, wanting to hit himself even as the words left his mouth.

“She,” the guy said, something in his expression shifting. “Laura.”

“No,” Stiles replied with a frown. “Lydia. Who’s Laura?”

“My sister,” the guy said, brows furrowed once more. “Who’s Lydia?”

“My best friend,” Stiles said.

[eggo-tistical]

thinking about what was going through L’s mind as he lay in bed, the same night that light and him were in the helicopter.

after insisting at every turn that the brilliant teenage boy smiling before him had to be kira, was — no, is forever kira, he finally can look into light’s eyes and see what he always knew was there.

a murderer, a sociopath, a villain, a liar. yes, everything has gone to plan. light is kira; kira is light.

the boy he has spent the last few months monitoring, mapping, and mythologizing, is kira.

kira is the boy who has watched L type genius nonsense on his computer in the dark, shared a fourth of the key lime tart that watari served after misa and matsuda returned alive, listened to L babble 19th century french poetry when progress had slowed to an unbearable crawl.

yes, light is all that and a million other dirty things, packed tight and wound up in the shape of a classical greek statue, an eighteen year old boy, japan’s top student.

kira.

that thought should bring him joy. satisfaction. relief, even, that his deductions would never miss their mark. and it does. elation lights L up on the inside, or perhaps on the outside going in, like being doused in water and feeling it sink into his bones.

it’s wonderful, it’s horrible; he didn’t know warmth could feel so cold.

because at the quite literal end of the day, this is what he’s been chasing, isn’t it? his culprit, his criminal, his killer.

so why, when sharing a bed with him, inches from his skin and from exposing the truth, does L want to see light within those eyes again?

he reminds himself its ridiculous. they aren’t separate entities, like a parasite and its host. rather, one incorrigible unit, a package deal, something he signed up for at the start. a plant with rot already spreading through its roots that L simply had to deliver back into the soil.

he’s never really had a green thumb, anyways.

gnawing on his nail, L rolls over in their bed, observing the light-shaped god slumbering in total darkness. kira is so pale that his skin brightens the night. his breathing shakes the earth and breaks waves beneath L’s skin.

so the world’s greatest detective decides to shift a little closer. and recites heart attack symptoms in his head until he falls asleep.

[dreamyinception-world]

This is me and jisung by the end

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥Summary: Jisung and you are moving in together and he stumbles across your chest of toys. Now seems like a good time to use them, no?

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥Pairing: Fem! Reader x Han Jisung (SKZ)

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥WC: 4.3k

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥Genres/Aus: Humor, Romance, Established Relationship, Smut

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥Sws: Sex Toys, Lingerie, Cunnilingus, Sexual Instruction, Waxplay, Safeword Established, Blindfolds, Blowjob,

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥Rating: Explicit (18+)/Minors DNI

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥A/N: Another one down~ Thank you for the commission as always @jacksons-goddess-gaia, I hope you enjoy ;)

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“Can you help me with this box?”

Jisung poked his head out from the kitchen, quickly making his way over to you and smiling, bending to take the other end of the box in your hands. Slowly, you move to set it into your new bedroom, smiling from ear to ear as you put your hands on your hips. 

It was a lot of work, but finally, you’d gotten to the end of bringing in all the boxes from the moving truck. After months of planning and over two years of dating, you and Jisung decided to move in together. 

It certainly wasn’t easy, but you were ecstatic to be here, though you dodged under your partner’s arms when he tried to hug you, lips puckered for a kiss. 

Jisung lets out a scandalized gasp and you send him a playful look, shaking your head. 

“Oh no, I don’t think so. I’m gross and sweaty, Ji. Wait until I shower and I promise we can kiss and cuddle as much as your heart can take.” You move past him, shedding clothing along the way. There’s an unintelligible sound behind you, and you catch Jisung covering his eyes behind you. 

“You’ve seen me naked before.” 

“So? I’m still a gentleman.”

A laugh bubbled from your throat as you disappeared into the bathroom. Jisung always got shy when he saw you in states of undress. It was as cute as it was funny, even after all this time. 

Idly, you consider inviting him into the shower just to watch his face go red, but you decide to leave him be for the time being. 

“Is it really bad if I want you to see, though?” You muse as you pass, laughing at the keyboard smash that left his lips.

Outside, Jisung looked at the boxes and decided he couldn’t sit still, opening some of the ones closest to him. He noticed some of your summer clothes in the first one, moving to put them in the dresser. A smile came to his face as he took his time folding, the mere sight of some of them reminding him of previous dates the two of you had gone on. 

When that was done, he moved on to the next box, setting various skin care products and perfume bottles on top of the dresser so you can put them away later however you see fit. 

Jisung smiled, hearing you sing in the shower a room over. He found himself mouthing the words, singing under his breath in unison with you as he stopped at a hand-crafted medium-sized rounded chest. He blinked in surprise and began to lift it out of the box it had been situated in, cushioned with crumpled newspaper to keep it from getting jostled around in transport. 

It was heavier than he expected, and it slipped out of his hands, tumbling back into the box after he flailed and screamed in a panic, not wanting to drop it to the floor and break it. The lid to it opened in the scramble, and the first thing Jisung noticed were teeth .

No, not literal ones. The inside of the chest had protrusions that resembled teeth and it took Jisung a few blinks of disbelief to realize the chest was supposed to be a mimic. 

Of course, she keeps her things in a mimic chest. Nerd-

The humor in his mind immediately melted away into startled shock when he realized what had fallen out of the chest. 

Scattered all over his feet were various sex toys and accessories that went alongside them. 

Dildos of various sizes and colors, vibrators, a cock ring with a tag that read ‘puppy’ on it.

A harness for a strap-on, flavored lube, and throat relaxant spray. 

Blindfold, a gag shaped like a bone, skin-safe candles,  an anal plug.

Jisung stared, kneeling to pick up the fallen toys, his eyes the size of saucers as he looked at each one. 

Some of them were, uh, quite intimidating, if he was being honest. Between the length of some and the girth of others, Jisung couldn’t help but to have his mind wander, thinking about you using the very toys in his hands on yourself. 

“Ji, if you want to take a shower I put your things-”

You stop short in the doorway, holding the towel around yourself as Jisung stared at you like a deer in headlights, holding a bottle of lube in one hand and a thrusting vibrator in the other. 

A beat of silence passed between the two of you before you burst into laughter, nearly dropping the towel as Jisung apologized to you in a rushed panic. 

“ImSOsorry,Ididn’tmeanto-”

“You’re good! It's alright. I just gotta wash them again.” You have a noticeable blush on your face as well, but you take the moment in stride, gathering your things and putting them back in the chest one by one, your hands brushing against Jisung’s every now and again as he tried to help.

When you’re finished, you give him a kiss, pressing your lips to his cheek and standing back up after closing the lid to your toy chest. 

You can feel his eyes on you as you walk out of the room, humming a tune to a pop song as you take the time to meticulously clean the toys one by one. 

Jisung joined you part of the way, peeking very clearly as he got into the shower himself. You can tell he wants to ask you more, but the noticeable way he adverted his gaze when you looked up and locked eyes with him made you snort ever so slightly. 

You let a few minutes go by before you tilt your head toward the shower to ask;

“Do you want to use them with me?”

There’s a bump somewhere in the shower, and a collection of fumbled noises falling from Jisung’s mouth follow suit before his head comes flying out of the curtain, eyes wide. 

“ What?”

You smile at him, making a point to comb your gaze up and down his face, shoulders, and chest before biting your thumbnail lightly. 

“I said,” You sit up straighter;

“Do you want to use the sex toys together with me?”

Jisung stared at you, jaw slack. You can tell the cogs are turning rapidly in his head as you watch even the tip of his ears tinge pink. He cleared his throat, nodding once. 

“Yeah, I mean…Yeah, if you want.”

You smile and stand up, making your way over to the curtain, cupping his cheek, and stealing a kiss. 

“Enjoy your shower~ I’ll be waiting for you.” You send him a wink and run your eyes down the expanse of his body before walking away. It took everything in you not to break face or laugh as a series of jumbled (and panicked) sounds leave his lips as the door closes behind you. 

By the time Jisung is peeking into the room, you have the lights dimmed and you’re adjusting the strap to one of your favorite lingeries, the deep red contrasting against your skin. Jisung stood in the doorframe, staring, eyes combing up and down your body before you see him visibly bite his lip. 

Want, need, excitement.

You smile and turn to face him, walking over to him in a few strides. Jisung noticed you’re taller than you usually are, and you’re eye level with him this time. His eyes shoot down, landing on the pretty heels you’d put on. 

“Fuck,” He breathed out, inhaling sharply when you reach and place your hand on his chest. His skin was dry, but still soft and heated from the shower. Jisung looked at you with doe-like excited eyes, biting his lip as you pushed him gently, lightly pinning him against the door and pressing into him. 

“Tonight, we’ll use some of them together, okay? Do you mind if I lead?” You give him the time to answer, idly raking your fingers down his chest. You can feel the thrum of his heartbeat through the pads of your fingers and he nods quickly.

“I didn’t hear you, I’m sorry~” You faux pout, your fingers stopping at the towel tied around his hips. Jisung let out a shaky laugh, staring at your hand before he bit his lip. 

“I don’t mind. Tell me how I can make you feel good with them.” 

You smile and hook your finger into the towel, tugging once and holding his gaze as it falls to the floor, leaving him completely bare to you. 

Jisung’s cheeks grow darker, but he doesn’t break your gaze, something that brings a smile to your face as you press your lips to his neck, kissing along his Adam’s apple while you slowly cup and palm his cock.

He exhales shakily, once again stuttering as he opened his mouth to speak;

“C-Can I touch you? Or do I like, need permission?” He’s red all the way to his ears and you laugh softly at his earnest questions. 

“Of course you can touch me. We can save the more….’strict’ play for another day. I’m just going to…guide you? Yeah.” You nod, and both of you share a soft laugh before you lean in to kiss him.

His hands are on you in an instant, cupping and squeezing your ass while your fingers curl around his shaft, stroking at your own set pace as you deepen the kiss the moment he groaned for you. 

“I didn’t expect you to get so excited just finding my toys.” You tease, giggling against his lips as he kneaded your cheeks. You can feel him throbbing in your hand and it nearly took him a full minute before he responded. 

“Mm…of course I got excited. Thinking of all those late nights you must have been using them, making a mess, thinking of me. We live together now, Y/N. I get to be part of that.” He ducked his head down, kissing at your shoulder. You can feel him inhale softly, and you almost laugh again from the ticklish feeling before you perk at the audible growl that slips past his lips. 

“ Fuck , and you wore the perfume I love. You’re trying to ruin me tonight, aren’t you?” He sighed, slowly rolling his hips and thrusting into your hand. You smile and close your fingers around him, stroking slowly as you tilt your head up to give him more space to explore and bite down. 

Jisung’s lips are soft against your skin. You hear every groan and gasp resonate in your head before you tangle your hand in his hair, tugging just light enough for him to moan and pull off of you lightly. He glanced at you, eyes hooded as the two of you held each other’s gaze. 

“We can spend all day kissing against the door or we can move on to the next part.”

Jisung visibly perked for you, smiling and letting you guide him back to the bed. You sit down at the edge, reaching behind you and handing him one of the oversized plushies you had collected over the years. He seemed amused, setting it on the floor and kneeling on it. 

“I want you to eat me to start with, okay?” You pull the thin lace of your lingerie aside, revealing yourself to him. Your heart fluttered in excitement at the way his eyes locked on your pussy for a moment.

Jisung kissed your inner thigh in response and spread your folds with two fingers, holding your gaze as dragged his tongue between your folds, curling his tongue over your clit in a figure eight before delving in. 

You keep your hand on his head, petting silken brunette strands gently as you keen and moan for him, subtly scooting closer to the edge of the bed. 

You could give him instructions later, Jisung had spent plenty of time between your legs like this, and it still pleased you at just how excited he got when he got to eat you out. 

He’d come untouched one time because of it, moaning your name and thrusting up into nothing as his face glistened from your release. 

The visual from your memory made you clench ever so slightly and Jisung growled, hands landing on your thighs to gently push them apart, his tongue slowly curling up between your petals before kissing at your clit. 

You share a deep, heated gaze with him, using your nails to scratch lightly at his scalp, humming softly as you roll your hips slightly. 

“You always do so well for me, Jisung.” You lower your voice, smiling at the way his eyes focused sharply on you. He groaned against your core, pulling you closer by your ass with one of his hands. 

You laugh softly, pulling your bottom lip between your teeth and tilting your head to the side. 

“How did I get so lucky, mm? You’re such a good boy for me.” You praise him softly, the glow from the candles dancing over your skin as the flames flickered now and again. 

Jisung groaned, pressing closer to your cunt, his nose flush against your core, staring lovingly up at you. Your smile grows wider and you brush your fingers over his ears, reveling in the sensitive shudder that the move makes rock through his body. 

“Ji, you have to come up for air, my love. Mm, we can’t have me getting too stimulated before the real fun starts.” You try to warn him, though your body betrays you, if the way you roll your hips down for more was anything to go by. 

Jisung considered persisting, you can see it in the way his eyes narrowed in challenge before he eventually let up, licking his lips slowly and leaning in as you reach down to pet and caress his rounded cheeks.

“You’re trembling.” He muttered, blowing lightly on your pussy and smiling as you jolt in surprise. You shoot him a look before clearing your throat, beckoning for him to come up to your level. 

Jisung took his time, making sure his blood began flowing well back into his legs before he let you pull him into a kiss, whimpering softly as you reach between his legs to stroke and grope at his cock. 

“All this for me?” You muse teasingly, laughing at the way he nipped your bottom lip. 

“Are you gonna keep teasing me, or are you gonna instruct me?” He huffed. You pull away slightly, an amused smile crossing your face as you lock eyes with him. 

He’s pouting. 

“Very well. Get the blindfold and those candles off of the nightstand.”

Jisung paused, brow furrowing as he glanced behind him. Sure enough, there was a silk blindfold sitting on the nightstand, and beside it were wax candle sticks that were a beautiful shade of red. 

“Isn’t that going to hurt?”

“No, cutie. Those are meant for this type of play.”

Jisung blinked for a moment before he moved to collect the items, as well as the long lighter that was just off to the side of them. 

“If its too much, I’ll use a safeword.”

“We don’t have one. We should probably have one. What’s a good one to have?”

You reach and stroke his arm, endeared by the way he began to fret about possibly harming you. 

“How about…’chipmunk?’” 

You both share a look before bursting out into laughter. 

“It’s ridiculous, sounds like a plan.” 

You raise up so Jisung can put the blindfold on you. His fingers were warm as they lightly brushed against your ears and you nearly laugh at the ticklish sensation before you feel those same fingers move down to your chin, tilting your head up. 

“Anything off limits?”

“No hair, no holes.”

Another beat of silence passes between you before another small fit of laughter. Slowly, you lie back on the pillow and bite your lip in anticipation as you hear the lighter. 

“You look beautiful like this.” Jisung’s voice is soft and tender. You smile, your lip still trapped between your teeth before a gasp slipped past them as Jisung grabbed the lace bra portion of your lingerie, tugging down and exposing your chest to the night air. 

Before any instruction left your lips, you let out a pleasured yelp as the first couple of drops of the candle’s wax landed on your breast. 

“Oh! Oh-mm-” Once the shock settled, you reach above you, grabbing the bars of the headboard to keep your hands occupied as you wait in anticipation for the next set of warm drops along your skin. 

“You can, mm…use the vibrator near the pillow on me if you feel like you can use both hands. It’s a- ah shit- a thruster.” You squirm and moan as warm drops roll down your chest, your shoulder, your thigh, and your stomach. Jisung doesn’t respond verbally, and for a moment you consider repeating yourself before his hand came around to pull your thigh further apart. 

You oblige him, spreading them apart, trembling as you try to listen for him as he stands. 

Drip, then drop. 

Your stomach tightened as four drops land on them, racing down the center of your body for a few moments before cooling and stilling. 

Drop~ 

Drip~

One landed between the valley of your breasts, another, on the inside of your thigh. 

“We should do this more often. You’re dripping from how excited you are.” Jisung’s voice is coming from somewhere from your left, and you instinctively turn your head over in that direction. Fingers brush along your right cheek, but you turn in that direction soon after. 

There’s a silence that stretches in the room before a small ‘pop’.

It’s the cap to a bottle of lube, and you give your body a small wiggle, getting settled as you try to strain your ears to hear Jisung well enough. 

The springs in your bed creak as Jisung kneels onto it, leaning over your body and kissing the top of your head. 

“Does it feel good?” He whispered into your ear. You clench on nothing, shaking in anticipation before nodding, nearly breathless from the intimacy. 

“You’re supposed to be instructing me, aren’t you?” Jisung teased, rubbing the toy between your folds as he kissed down from your ear to your jaw and then back up to your lips. 

You open your mouth to continue your instructions, but anything you were going to say goes out the window when you hear an audible click followed by buzzing. 

Your back arched as the toy vibrated right against your clit. 

“Oops.” Jisung chuckled against the skin of your collarbone, rubbing the toy up and down against you while your grip on the headboard tightened. 

“F-Fuck, that’s not fair-”

“I just want to make you feel good, y’know.” Jisung hummed, reaching up and undoing the blindfold with his free hand. You meet his eyes, making sure he knew how good you were feeling by holding his gaze. 

“S-slowly, you can put it in and raise it to the second mmm…the second level.”

Jisung looked down, pushing the vibrator into you and biting his lip at the sound that escaped you when part of the toy settled against your clit, buzzing at a stronger intensity as Jisung wasted no time in following your previous order and pressing the button. 

Jisung leaned into your space, nudging you until you raised your head to kiss him. He started slow, pumping the toy in and out of you at his own rhythm, all while taking his time to kiss you, mapping out every inch of your mouth and swallowing down every breathless moan and gasp you treated him to. 

“L-Like that…mm, this…this one is my favorite, y’know. Its the one I use when you’re out town and I want to- shit, Jisung- nn…when I want to think about you the most.” 

You fight the urge to arch, glancing down at your own body and clenching when you saw all the ribbons of dried wax adorning your skin. Jisung had done a good job of not getting it on the lingerie itself, too.

“Your favorite, hm?” Jisung kissed the top of your head, his own heart fluttering at the visual of you pleasuring yourself with the very same toy in his hand. 

“Th-the second button. The one b-below the one by your thumb. P-press and hold it for a few- fuck!” You arch up against his chest, grabbing his shoulders as the thrusting part of the toy was turned on. 

Jisung looped one of his arms around your waist, smiling with a glint in his eye as he drank in every expression on your face. 

You would realize later that you’d lost part of the night’s play, since all forms of instruction went out of the window. Jisung licked his lips ever so slightly, nodding in approval as your voice raised an octave the closer you got to your release. 

“Jisung!”

“I’m right here, baby. I got you, its okay.” He spoke softly, aching between his legs as he watched you squirm beneath him, clenching for dear life on the toy.

His grip on you tightened as you finally unravel in his arms, your nails digging bluntly into his arms as the toy continued to buzz and thrust inside of you. 

Your mouth falls open. One, two, three seconds go by before a loud cry of pleasure fell from them. Jisung chuckled, noticing you’d clenched so tight that the thrusting of the poor toy came to a stop. 

“God, Y/n, did it feel that good?” He teased you, at least being merciful enough to turn the toy off before he slowly pulled it out of you, setting it far enough out of the way so it wouldn’t get rolled over on by accident. 

You pant, looking up at him in a blissed daze before cracking a smile and pulling him down into a kiss. Jisung went without resistance, groaning softly before a muffled noise left his lips as you threw your weight, rolling so he was under you. 

He looked up at you, his hands instinctively finding their way to your hips as you climbed on top of him, pressing your heads together. 

“Did I do a good job?” Jisung inquired, his lips quirking as a light blush dusted over his cheeks. You smile and steal a kiss before trailing your hand down his chest.

“Of course you did. Give me a second to get my bearings back and I’ll use one on you while I ride you.” You promise, scooting down his body. Jisung perked in surprise, eyes widening.

“Wait, what?”

You look up at him after settling yourself between his legs, mirroring him from earlier. You take hold of his cock, stroking with slow, languid strokes as your lips curl up, already formulating a 3 step plan to make him come undone involving no less than two more vibrators and possibly bringing the blindfold back. 

Instead of divulging in your plan, you simply lean over the bed and into the chest you’d left open on the nightstand, grabbing two bullet vibes and two silicone finger slips. 

Jisung watched you curiously, tilting his head to the side as he watched you push the vibes into the ribbed silicone finger slips and coat them in a light layer of lube.

“What is that for?” He inquired, thighs flexing as you crawl back between them. You smile, grabbing his shaft and grinning as he jolted, feeling the vibrations right underneath the crown of his cock. 

You take your time, stroking up an down a you hold his gaze. He quickly found out, jerking his hips and groaning at the foreign-but welcomed-sensation. 

“Y-Y/n-”

You fondle his balls, spurrened on by both the whimpers and growls falling from Jisung’s lips. 

“Does it feel good, Ji?” You inquire, smiling from ear to ear as his thighs shook. He opened his mouth to respond but it fell short when you place both of the fingers with the vibrators right over his slit. 

“FUCK!”

You stroke and caress him, watching his expression carefully with a twinkle in your eye as you tease him relentlessly with the pleasurable buzzing, tracing them all over his cock and balls. 

Jisung’s fists curl into the sheets, his eyes closing as he groaned, creeping closer and closer to the edge. 

“I-I’m gonna cum if you keep up.”

“Go ahead, we’re not done tonight.” You purr, grabbing the base of his cock and stroking quickly while you lower your mouth, kissing and licking the head while keeping your eyes on your boyfriend’s face. 

Jisung had been patient all night, but the moment he forced his eyes open and looked down, his body locked up as his eyes landed on yours. 

You hold still as he came into your mouth, a whimper and a groan falling from his lips. You keep still, making sure each wave rolled through him before you pull away, licking your lips and taking the finger vibes off. 

Jisung ran a hand through his hair, dazed and disoriented while you laugh, straddling him. 

“You okay?”

He rose a finger, still panting. 

“Gimme a sec, you vixen. I can’t recover that damn fast. I’ve never used the cumminator 3000 and it's buddies on myself like you.”

You snort slightly, leaning down to lay on him, kissing at his face until he placed a weak and tired kiss to his lips. Maybe you would cut him a break and let him gather his bearings before lovingly bullying him by riding him. 

You place a kiss to his adam’s apple.

“Fineee, I’ll get you some water in a sec. Next time, there will be more surprises in store.”

Jisung rose his head, looking at your back as you roll out of bed. 

“What do you mean more? Y/n?? Hey!”

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[dioslesbianwife]

hiii if you want to, could you make a short headcanon with like a short story of what would happen with the jofoes if Y/N asked for a baby, like before baby comes and after reactions, could you also include santana, please?

yes totally, thank you for requesting, i hope you enjoy! here are the headcannons

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Asking jofoes for a baby

Dio

Before:

Dio is initially amused by your request. "A child, hmm?..." he trails off, his eyes gleaming. He sees the potential of a legacy with you.

He approaches it as he does everything else: with strategy and arrogance. He'll hold you close, lips brushing your ear. "Are you prepared to raise a god's heir, my darling?"

After:

When the baby arrives, Dio is completely captivated. He’ll sneer at his own fascination, brushing it off as a whim. But late at night, when he thinks no one’s watching, you catch him gently tracing the baby's tiny hand with his finger.

“They’ll rule the world someday,” he murmurs with softness in his voice.

Kars

Before:

Kars tilts his head, curious. "A child?" He considers the concept deeply. Creating life with you intrigues him. "If this is what you desire, then I shall give it to you."

After:

Kars is a natural at parenting, though his methods are occasionally... unconventional. He teaches your child everything, from battle and survival tactics to the beauty of the natural world.

“You will be flawless,” he states proudly, watching your child take their first steps, his pride evident.

Wamuu

Before:

Wamuu is taken aback but honored. "You wish for a child with me?" His devotion to you is unmatched, and he swears to protect and cherish your future family.

After:

He's a gentle but firm parent, teaching discipline and strength while showering the child with love. He carries the baby on his shoulders proudly and is endlessly patient.

“They will grow strong, like their mother,” he says with a warm smile, holding the baby close.

Esidisi

Before:

Esidisi is quietly contemplative at first. "A child... I hadn't considered it." But the idea warms his heart. He becomes enthusiastic, his passion spilling over. "Yes, let's create a future together."

After:

He dotes on the child and teaches them strength. He’s an affectionate parent who always gets the baby babbling as it tries to talk to him.

“This joy... it’s overwhelming, but I welcome it,” he says with misty eyes as he cradles the baby.

Santana

Before:

Santana blinks, processing your request. "A child?" His understanding of human customs is limited, but he sees your sincerity and agrees, curious about the experience.

After:

Santana is surprisingly gentle, instinctively protective of the baby. He watches them with fascination, learning alongside them as they grow.

“Strange... but good,” he says softly, holding the child with an awkward but genuine tenderness.

Kira

Before:

Kira's reaction is measured. "A child, you say?" He’s hesitant at first, worried about the disruption to his life. But seeing your earnest desire, he relents. "If it will make you happy, then yes."

After:

Kira is a surprisingly attentive father, cherishing the quiet moments. He rocks the baby to sleep with a content sigh.

“They're perfect just like their mother,” he whispers, brushing a kiss against your temple.

Diavolo and Doppio

Before:

Diavolo: "A child?" He’s tense, initially resistant. His paranoia makes him question the safety of bringing a child into his world.

Doppio: "Really? A baby?" Doppio’s interest eventually softens Diavolo's resolve.

After:

Diavolo is fiercely protective, while Doppio is the playful father. The child grows up with two very different but loving figures. Three, counting yourself.

Enrico Pucci

Before:

Pucci clasps your hands in his, eyes shining with devotion. "A child is a gift from God. If this is your wish, then I shall gladly share this blessing with you."

After:

Pucci is deeply spiritual about parenthood, teaching the child about faith and morality. He often sings them hymns to soothe them to sleep.

“They are proof of divine love,” he murmurs, cradling the baby with reverence.

Funny Valentine

Before:

Valentine is quiet at first. "A child would be a great responsibility." He weighs the decision carefully but ultimately agrees, seeing it as a way to further his legacy.

After:

He is a strict but loving father, ensuring the child grows up with dignity and pride. He holds the baby with tenderness, his usual stoicism melting away.

“They will carry the hopes of this nation,” he says, though there's some obvious warmth in his eyes.

Diego Brando

Before:

Diego arches a brow, skeptical. "A child? Do you even know what you're asking for?" But despite his initial resistance, the idea slowly grows on him. "Fine, let's do it."

After:

Diego is very protective, refusing to let anyone near the baby without his approval. He’s undeniably proud.

“They’ve got my determination,” he says, smirking as the baby grips his finger tightly.