#i am going to go back to laying in bed with my back turned to my computer like a couple going through maternal problems

[starlinggirll]

PARTY GIRL — D. ART

A/N: yuppiee more frat!art!! im going through a veryyyy veryy rough writters block so im sorry i havent been posting!

art didnt know if he was growing out of his party phase or if he was getting bored of it. and he didnt know when you started liking it.

it was usually the opposite; you were the more passive one while he was the more outgoing.

but going into your sophomore year of college (and about a year into the relationship) you started hanging out with more...bad influences to say the least.

"you dont have to go..." he whispers into your shoulder as he watches you get ready through the mirror. his hand trailing up and down your tummy. "you're showing too much skin by the way." you roll your eyes but still lean into his touch.

"its okay! im going with my friends." he sighs at the mention of those friends of yours. you turned much more 'rebellious'. you went out more, dressed more revealing.

hanged out with more boys.

it irked him, really.

but who was he to judge? you dealt with his shenanigans whenever he went out. its his turn now. "okay." he sighs again, tilting your head to press a wet kiss against your forehead. "call me, okay?" you nod, giving him a prolonged kiss and hug before pulling away.

"love ya!" you grin as you grab your purse and rush out his room. which turned into a shared bedroom in his frat house. "love you too." he whispers to himself, slumping into the bed.

hours pass and its about 2 am. he's dead asleep, curled up in his bed with a pillow in his arms. he's used to noise outside of his room, living in a house full of boys meant loud noises. so he didnt wake up to the several phonecalls and knocks.

it isnt until he hears your voice that he wakes up. more like the tone of your voice. "i want arttt!" you cry out, he hears other voices. "shhh, you're going to wake everyone up!"

he stands up, only in basketball shorts as he approaches the door and opens it. he's greeted with two of your friends and a very drunk you. your friends audibly sigh in relief, you throw yourself in his arms. "what's going on?" he asks, glaring at your friends as if they're at fault for letting you get so drunk.

your cheek nuzzles against his peck, arms loosely wrapping around his torso as you look up at him with glossy eyes. art's big hand goes to the back of your head to caress your scalp there. "she got super drunk and started crying about you." one of your friends says.

but he sighs at how vague the explanation is. he can tell your friends are just as equally as drunk as you. he knows them; he has seen them around the frat house... more like in the rooms of two of his frat brothers. he waves them off before pinching the bridge of his nose.

gosh does he hate drunk people. a bit ironic considering he was one of them not even two months ago.

"dont the hall." he gives both of the girls a look before focusing on one. "yours is on the last door to the left." he gives the other one another glare. "yours is right next to hers." the girls give him a confused look before their eyes basically glow up.

they run off into the hallway, giggling like little girls as they run to the rooms of his frat brothers. that worked surprisingly well. plus, it gets rid of the guilt he would feel if he sent them off at night.

he looks down at you, smiling softly. "come on. look at me." you do, hands resting against his back. "there you go."

he gives your cheek a kiss before laughing softly. guiding you in his room to close the door. "you're not leaving this room without me anymore." he scolds, earning a little whine. he sits you down, undressing you to put his clothes on you.

"much more comfortable, hm?" "yeah.." you whisper, wrapping your arms around him. he welcomes you in, laying you down beside him. both of you curled up into one another. "did you have fun?" he whispers in your ear while running his fingers through your scalp.

"mhm." you hum, it isnt seconds until you're quietly snoring. he closes his eyes, bringing the blanket up to his shoulders.

he knows he'll have to deal with a very grumpy you. possibly a throw up here and there. but he'll take everything as long as you're within arms reach of him.

[daydreamingatnight209]

“Don’t Stop Playing”

Authors note - Here is another short and simple one so I’m not spamming you all with my mini series 😅. This is just a short idea I had while laying in bed at night the other day. Feedback is always welcome, hate is not ✨💕

Charles Leclerc x Reader

Summery - A cosy night in with Charles serenading you with his piano playing. - Fluff 💕

Warnings - None?

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The rain tapped gently against the windows of Charles’ Monaco apartment, a quiet rhythm that filled the evening air with a type of soft serenity. Outside, the city shimmered beneath the wet sky.

Inside, you lay curled on the sofa, legs tucked under a blanket, a half-read book resting in your lap. The light beside you let off a golden glow, casting a soft halo across the pages. But your eyes had drifted from the words. Instead, they lingered on Charles.

He sat at the piano in the corner, back turned slightly as he gently cracked his knuckles, then rested his fingers on the keys. A familiar hush filled the room just before the music began.

“Are you going to play the one I love?” You asked, voice low, sleep threatening to creep in.

Charles looked over his shoulder, smiling. “You mean the one you pretend not to cry at?” he teased.

You gave him a mock glare. “It’s the rain. The rain makes my eyes sting.”

“Of course,” he grinned. “Then I’ll play it… to soothe your allergies.”

The first few notes spilled out, smooth and slow, full of softness. You sank deeper into the couch, the sound winding through the room gently. The fire crackled faintly in the corner, casting flickers of light across the floor.

“You always do this to me,” you murmured after a moment.

“Do what?” Charles asked, glancing at you with a knowing look.

“Make it impossible to read. How am I supposed to concentrate when you’re playing like that?”

He chuckled softly. “Then don’t. Just listen.”

“I am,” you whispered, as you let your eyes slip close.

He played for you, like he always did when the world finally slowed down. The peace of the night finding its way in.

Charles fingers moved with delicate confidence, the melody ebbing and flowing, shaped more by feeling than thought. When he glanced back again, your book had fallen to the floor, and you were asleep.

He rose quietly and crossed the room, crouching beside you. “Mon Coeur,” he whispered, brushing a bit of hair from your cheek. “You’re falling asleep on me.”

(Translation - My heart)

You didn’t stir fully, only shifted slightly with a sigh.

“You’re hopeless,” he said fondly, slipping one arm beneath your knees, the other behind your back.

As he carried you down the hall toward the bedroom, you grumbled something out, half-asleep.

“Hmm?” he asked you gently.

“Don’t stop playing…” you whispered.

This makes his heart tug a little, with the feeling overwhelming love. He loved nights like this with you, revelling in the soft and quiet moments the two of you share, away from the spotlight, the cameras and the pressure to preform.

He kisses your forehead as he lays you down. “I’ll play again in the morning,” he whispers. “For now, just dream.”

The rain continued outside, steady and calm.

And inside, Charles tucked the blanket around you, as he settles in next to you—close enough to keep you warm, quiet enough to let you rest.

[musicalnobody]

fwb!simon who you can't help but fall for

you don't really know what you're doing when you invite him back to your place the first time. after all, you had just broken up with the biggest piece of shit you'd ever met, you weren't exactly in the state to be bringing over really hot men over to your place. and simon calls you out on it too.

"isn't this a dangerous idea love?" he asks as you're leading him to your room. your hair is tousled from your heated make out session on the couch. your strap is falling off your shoulder and your lipstick is definitely smudged when you nod.

"yeah but when am i going to have the opportunity to get such an attractive man in my bed again" you reply, not knowing you've peaked simon's interest enough to get him to stick around. you're bent over your bed when he whispers in your ear how he's going to ruin any future guy you ever try and get with.

you start inviting him over for dinner. making the man who survived on reheated leftovers and frozen dinners a home cooked meal after a long day at work. he thanks you handsomely by fucking you so nicely, making sure you don't just cum once but leaving pretty quickly afterwards.

it's always like that with simon. the back and forth.

you invite him over and he leaves with a forehead kiss. making butterfly's erupt in your stomach while you watch him through your window. he takes you on a motorcycle ride that doesn't leave your mind for weeks after. he cradles you close after sex, rubbing your back while you two watch the most recent show you're catching up on.

you know what this is.

but how could you when as you're waiting for dinner to finish he suddenly pulls you in. the music finally registering in your head as he twirls you around the kitchen only illuminated by the warm overhead light above your sink. when the smile on your face is one that finally feels real after years of faking them. when he looks down at you and calls you adorable for being so inexperienced. it's not your fault you've never had formal dance training.

he shows you around his favorite trails, woods and parks that he's visited and knows like the back of his hand. he shows you his favorite songs, how he would turn the volume all the way up as you see his brain finally slow down. you're introduced to his childhood movies, dreams of a kid who you never got to meet. you never have the heart to tell him that this is what makes it so hard to keep whatever you guys have casual. and that's exactly what it is. casual.

simon makes sure you know too. it's like he can see the spark in your eye when he does something nice for you, quickly shutting it down with a "remember what this is." you nod, pretending that your heart isn't shattering into pieces that you're desperately trying to pick up. you'll find someone better, you swear. but how could you when you notice how he jogs to get the door for you before you can lay a hand on it. how he always goes to reach for his wallet whenever you're picking up food. how he calls you whenever he gets the chance. he's a gentleman in a world of guys who ask for titty pics before the first date.

he's the one thing you can't have.

A/N: More angst? More angst. life has been putting me through the ringer lately because this is entirely inspired by my current fwb

[slightly-knot-insane]

Gargoyle Knight and Smithy Reader- after getting together, knight hasn't been going to the smithy as much for repairs and a hurt reader misinterprets this as disinterest after a single lay, but really the truth is that knight is being more careful with himself since he can't imagine never seeing reader again!

Forge Through [ part 2 ]

[ m!gargoyle x fem!reader ]

[ part one ]

a/n: sfw, misunderstanding, hurt & comfort

Men! You hit the strip of metal in front of you so hard, the hammer almost flies out of your grip. They can never be trusted! Once they get between your legs, they don't care for you anymore!

It's been two weeks. Two tantalizing weeks since you've last seen him! No word, no letter, no nothing! You wanted to ask your family and neighbors if they had seen them, but you decided not to. They would immediately figure out why you're asking, and the teasing would never stop!

"Asshole," you hiss through your teeth.

But you two will meet one day. Oh, yes! He won't be able to avoid you his entire life. Wait... Gargoyles live for a very long time, right? In any case, he won't be able to avoid you for your entire life. And then you'll bang his stone head with your hammer like - this!

The loud metal clanging of your tools completely suffocates the opening of the smithy's door. You yelp in surprise as a pair of large stone hands grab you from behind and squeeze your tits.

"Hello, beautiful. I missed you so much." He kisses your cheek. "So warm and cute!"

You wave with your hammer, and the Gargole has to jump away to avoid it. "W-what? What did I do?"

"Out!" you scream at him. "Out, or I'll turn you into pebbles and throw you into the forge!"

You must've been quite a terrifying sight because he immediately runs out. That didn't make you feel any better, though. With a sniff, you return to your work.

***

Something hits your window with such force it almost breaks it. You jump out of your bed and look out. A very annoyed Gargoyle stands in the empty street holding a fist-sized rock.

"Are you insane?" You strain your voice to yell as quietly as possible. "You will destroy my window."

"I used smaller stones, but all that hammering must've harmed your ears," he retorts. "Let me in."

"No."

"Please."

"Fuck off."

He sighs. "I tried being nice. I did. No more."

He spreads his wings and jumps right onto your window. You don't have enough time to close it in time. He forces his way into your bedroom. "Now, we talk. What's the problem?"

You pout, barely holding back your tears. "You're playing with me."

"Wh—" Gargoyle looks stunned. "What gave you that idea?"

"Where were you all this time? You fucked me and then disappeared. With no words, nothing! You didn't take a single step in my mentor's smithy for days. You got what you wanted, and that's it. You want to serve me, yeah, right, right. Now would you kindly buzz off."

"Oh." His stone cheeks darken. "Oh fuck... nonono... You got it all wrong. I was... I was just looking for more work, and I am trying to be more careful."

"Be more careful?" His stuttering and blushing are confusing you.

"Yes, well, I'm just trying to be less reckless than before. You know, not to get hurt as much. And I got some new work, at night, and I don't have so much time during the day to visit you."

"Oh. I see." Why have you ever thought this could be anything deeper? Naive woman. "You are quite busy, okay. You could've... told me. I mean, no, why would you, there is no need—"

Gargoyle winces. "No, no, not like that! Shit! I just wanted to earn more money to... Ah, fuck."

You never saw him so serious. "I wanted to buy better gear, better armour. I need it to stay safe. Because I saw... I saw a friend die recently. You fixed his shoulder plate. But it was his helmet that wasn't strong enough. And... all that blood on his gear, and thinking about death, and..." He makes a long pause before looking at you. "And thinking about never seeing you again really... really scares me."

"Oh." You never expected this much honesty from him. Tears fill your eyes. "I didn't know... I'm so sorry..."

He takes a step closer. "I didn't want to worry you and make you cry. That's why... I didn't tell you anything."

You hit him. "You idiot! Why didn't you? It must've been so hard for you." You hit him again.

He giggles before pulling you in for a hug. "Yeah, it was hard... I made a mistake. Got you worried anyway."

"Just promise me..." You sniff into his shirt. "Just promise you'll never hide from me like this ever again."

He kisses your forehead, and you are pretty sure a little droplet falls on your hair. "Never again."

@teratopup

[bitemefightme]

Could we get some wholesome lovey dovey smut with Copia being his goofy self and not perfect at sex? This would heal me

Using this ask as an excuse to make a part two of this ask.

Sorry this took so long, I got distracted and then some stuff came up that needed my attention and also writers block so yaaaaaay🙃

The wine bottle was empty and the cake was half gone as you and Copia lay beneath the stars on your apartment roof, the chill of the night air driving you closer together. While your birthday dinner had gone less than ideally, any woes from the day had long been forgotten when Copia had put the ring on your finger. And now, as the hours stretched well beyond midnight and the night grew colder, you could tell it was time to make your way back into your apartment.

Copia helped you clean up the little picnic sight you had made, licking the forks clean before tossing them into the basket with everything else. Soon enough the two of you were back inside, and a quick look around revealed that you had cleaned up Copia's failed attempts at a romantic evening.

"Cara mia! It's your birthday, you shouldn't have had to clean up after me." Copia hugged you from behind while you unloaded the picnic basket onto the kitchen counter.

"You were having a hard time. I didn't want you to have to worry about it later." You turn around and give Copia a quick kiss on the cheek before pushing towards the fridge to put the rest of the cake away.

"Still, you do too much for me," Copia put the wine bottle into the recycling bin and the dishes in the sink before pulling you close to him by the waist. "I wanted you to relax this evening."

"There's still one way you could help me unwind." You run your hands up Copia's chest and drape your arms over his shoulders.

"Oh, angelo, you're too sweet." Copia cups your chin and you think he's going in for a kiss but instead he licks a strip up your cheek. You squeal and giggle and push him away as you wipe your face with your sleeve. "Oh, am I ruining the moment? Come back here and let me find out where you taste sweetest."

You laugh as you jump out of his grasp and dash towards the bedroom. You can hear him hot on your heels and for a second you think you'll get away but as you feel his arms catch around your waist you let out squeal and giggle when he lets out a playful, growling "Gotcha!" as he holds you to his chest and carries you to the bed. Copia flops down over you onto the bed and you can feel his erection press into your backside. Both yours and his laughter die down to occasional giggles as you lie there for a moment, catching your breath and just holding each other.

"I really am the luckiest man in the world." Copia whispers as he kisses your neck, nuzzling into your hair and inhaling your scent.

He eventually lets go and rolls onto his back with an exaggerated groan. You sit up and lean over him, running your fingers through his hair and cupping his jaw as you kiss him. You pull away and Copia pouts at the loss of attention but he can't stay upset for long. Not when you're laying back against the pillows with a look that could tempt the most pious of men and holding your arms open for him like a fallen angel welcoming him to Elysium.

Copia grips your hips as you wrap your arms around his neck, making him hum as you scratch your nail up into his hair.

"What would you like me to do for you tonight, angelo?" Copia hums as you pull him in to kiss him again and he returns it sweetly and tenderly.

You tap a finger against your chin as if deep in thought and Copia can help but admire the way your ring glints in the dim lighting of the room. He takes your hand in his and kisses against your knuckles, looking at you through his lashes and you can't help but smile fondly at him.

"Perhaps, we should just keep it old fashioned tonight." You say as you run your other hand over Copia's shoulder and down his arm to hold his hand. "Just give it to me slow and sweet."

"Of course, amore mio." Copia relinquishes your hands to cup your face as he kisses you and you can feel that he's smiling against your lips as he starts to pop the buttons on your blouse.

The two of you undress one another with slow, wandering hands as you continue to kiss only parting when Copia struggles with the clasps on your bra. You do your best to bite back your giggles at the look of frustration and concentration that pinches his face as he fumbles with the tiny hooks. After a couple more seconds he lets out a triumphant 'Ha!' as he finally gets it undone.

"Good job babe." You smirk as he pulls the article down your arms and holds it up for you to see with raised brows as if he were saying 'are you impressed?' before tossing it to the side with the rest of your clothes.

Copia gently squeezes your breasts as he kisses along your jaw, jumping a little when you rake your nails down his chest and stomach until your fingers catch in the waist band of his boxers. You pull the elastic and let it snap against his hip, he seems to get the message and pulls away to shimmy out of them and you take the opportunity to remove your own underwear as well.

When you tangle back together Copia rolls his hips against yours, both of you groaning at the friction.

He takes his time fingering you open even though you're sure he would have had no problem with any resistance given how aroused and wet you already feel. When Copia finally does slide in, he buries his face in your chest to muffle his groan.

"oh, cara mio, always so tight and warm for me." He moans as he mouths against your breasts before letting out a short chuckle. "I'm afraid I might not last long tonight."

You knew exactly what he meant. The combination of the wine in your system with the excitement and joy from the evenings events already had your body trembling. Add to that the familiar feeling of him filling you up so perfectly and you felt like a string on violin. Pulled so tight you might break, but oh how he could make you sing when he played with you.

Copia sets a slow, steady pace, doing his best to focus on your pleasure through his own. He held you close as he murmured sweet nothings into your throat, lips pressed to your pulse. You kept one hand tangled in his hair while the other gripped his shoulder, your nails leaving little crescents in his skin.

When Copia pressed his fingers to your clit, giving quick circles to it, you let out a low moan and tug at his hair until you pulled him up into a kiss.

" 'M gonna cum." You mumble against Copia's lips, feeling your body tremble at the stimulation he was giving you.

"Me too, angelo." Copia groans as his hips studder against yours.

He presses his forehead to yours as his other hand comes up to cradle your cheek, locking his mismatched eyes with yours as your breath mingles together.

You let out a breathless moan when your orgasm crashes over you, thighs shaking as Copia fuckes you though it. You rake your nails down his back as he thrusts as deeply as he could into you, chasing his own peak, and it doesn't take long for him to tumble over it as well, filling you as he moans and smothers you with breathless kisses.

You both lay there for a moment, basking in the afterglow and each other's warmth. Eventually, Copia pulls away and you help each other into the shower as you share sweet kisses and whispered even sweeter nothings to one another. Once you're both washed and dried you snuggle down into bed. You rest your head against Copia's shoulder as your hand intertwines with his, his fingers gently ghosting against your ring. He hums a tune you don't fully recognize, a song you don't know or perhaps something he's making up at the moment, either way it slowly lulls you to sleep against him. Pulling you into sweet dreams of what the future may hold for the two of you.

Oh boy that took me longer than I thought it would! Sorry for making you wait! Hopefully I can get to more asks soon lol.

[numbersq-blog]

Leave My Villains Alone

Part 1

It was a normal night in Gotham city. Batman beating criminals to a pulp, Oracle watching everything through cameras,, Red Robin, Spoiler, Black Bat were hanging out on the rooftops eating food, Red Hood was conducting his “business” meeting, and Robin was feeding every stray animal he came across.

Yes a normal day in Gotham city…till..

*Ding-dong*

Frank: “YO, somebody’s at the dooooor”

Ivy: “YEAH I HEARD”

Harley: “I GOT IT!”

Harley jumps off the couch from the back and grabs her baseball bat before heading to the door.

Ivy: “BE CAREFUL”

Harley: “oh please what’s the wor-“

*Whoooossh*

Marvel: hello! Am-

*Bam*

Harley: “IVVVVE, A Knock off Superman is out the door”

(Captain Marvel recently just popped time bubble around Fawcett city)

Ivy comes out of the kitchen with her vines following after her

Ivy: “ stand back”

The vines ripped the door off and wrap around marvel’s neck

CM: “……… So am guessing that you’re poison ivy”

Vines tighten, but Marvel’s face stay the same with no indication of his air being cut off

Ivy: “ who’s asking?”

Harley: “YEAH WHO’S ASKING”

Ivy: “ Harley, please”

Tense

CM: “the mother‘s children committee”

Ivy: “ the ..what”

Frank: “SOUNDS LIKE A NAME FOR AN ORPHANAGE” yelling from the corner

Ivy: “FRANK!….explain” removes the vines from his neck, but still keeps him close.

CM: rubs his neck. “ Well basically it’s a committee run by a bunch of faeries who were upset about their territory being destroyed by humans.”

Harley: fairies?”

CM: “yeah but not fairies fairies, it’s the fae”

Ivy: “ well what do they want with me?”

Marble looks at all the vines that still surround him before looking right back at poison ivy and saying it’s pretty obvious

CM: “ here take this….. bye” marvel hands her a letter and flies away quickly.

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Ivy looks at the letter in hand, turning it around to revealed a flower that she did not recognize wax sealed.

Harley lays her head on Ivy shoulder and asked if she is going to open it

2 days later

There was a letter placed on the coffee table. Ivy felt as it was mocking her. Harley had left to go walk her hyenas, leaving Ivy to her thoughts about whether to open the letter or not

Frank: “Oh just open the damn letter already! The worst it can be is some chemical warfare type shit.”

Ivy: “……..argghhh fine”

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5 min later

Harley: “IM HOMM-“

Ivy: “MY EYES MY EYES”

Frank: “IT WAS SOME CHEMICAL WARFARE TYPE SHIT”

Ivy was on her knees crying into her hands. Frank was fighting off very small moving lights, litter around was some type of crystals dust that was shining very bright and petals from a plant that she has never seen before.

Harley sees the letters and picks it up

“dear poison ivy, the mother‘s children community gladly welcomes to you into our large but humble community, where we plan to take down all humankind and make them regret all their life choices as revenge of destroying our forests (we no longer turned humans into slaves for the fun of it), we hope that you will meet us at our next meeting on the full moon of this month”

Turn on the back of the letter was (PS keep the pixies and gemstone away from extreme heat or else they will combust, and pixies will turn hostile)

Harley remembering that she messed around with the blow torch yesterday, best not to tell Ive.

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………

Harley: “ nice welcoming party they gotcha”

Ivy: “ this was a horrible idea, let’s go-“

Rustle

Pop

Outcomes a lady with white fur (the top of her head the fur there gave her a out of bed wolfcut), big yellow eyes, two antennas that come out of her forehead, she looked like a humanoid moth

Moth fae: “…….”

Ivy: “………”

Harley: “……”

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MF: “AAAAAAHHHHHH!!!” (Moth wings pop out)

Ivy surprised by the reaction has vines burst out of the ground ready to protect and attack, but before the vines could form a barrier around them, the moth humanoid wrapped her arms around Ivy

MF: “YOU’RE HERE YOU’RE HERE YOU’RE ACTUALLY HERE!”

Ivy was lifted off the ground by the fae, who was now swinging her around while she jumped up and down joy before taking a complete stop.

Ivy fell to the ground after the fae released her grip.

MF: “OH OH I HAVE TO TELL THE OTHERS……………(run away)… GUYS GUYS GUYYYYYYYYS!”

Ivy: “……..”

Harley: “………..your butt ok?”

THUMP-THUMP-THUMP-THUMP

Ivy & Harley: “!!!!!!!!”

Ivy rushed to get up, Harley ready her bat and stepped in front of Ivy.

A whole group of fae (female and male) rushed out of the bushes and stop just a few inches away from Harley, some looked more humans than other.

One had pale human skin, red fire hair, pointy ears, butterfly wings, an outfit made flowers and vines, another had dark skin, cat eyes, branch horns coming out of her head, and outfit made of bark, another humanoid fae of what Harley  could assume was a sparrow with her arms, being wings and many other different types of faes.

faeries: “WELCOME POISON IVY, WE BEEN EXPECTING YOU”

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Male Deer fae: “ I thought her skin was green?”

Harley still stood in front of Ivy, sticking out her baseball bat, Ivy finally got up and walked in front of Harley

Ivy: “hello…. I am poison Ivy”

faeries: “AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH”

Ivy was then dog piled on by all the faeries

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Ivy, Harley and faeries all now sat somewhere in the middle of the woods, Harley and two male butterflies fae sat on fluffy moss rocks as the two fae did Harley’s hair, while Ivy sat on a throne carved from a tree with the rest of the Faye, sitting at her feet as if she was in a gospel painting.

Ivy: “ so basically you heard about my plant powers”

Female Fae: “ yes, you’re just like us, but even more powerful”

Ivy: “ yeah yeah, and we all share a common goal”

Male Fae: “ saving mother earth yes”

Ivy: “ yeah but don’t you guys like trap people and make them into your slaves or something?”

A green skin color fae, her hair was very thin vines and grasses with flowers growing in between she wore a skirt of moss covering wooden hooves, and a top of bark approached handing Ivy, a wooden cup full of multicolored liquid, Ivy notices, that her skin was moss like as well (tiny little fuzzes)

Moss fae: “ we did a long time ago, but the rules of magic change and so do our needs, capturing humans is mostly…ummmm..how do you humans put…ah! It’s like catching a fish, taking a picture and releasing it when done.

Harley having Bubble Pigtails with little flowers and gemstone: “ neat”

Ivy: “ all right I’m down. Who do you need me to kill?” (vines burst out from the tree.)

MF: “um wait”

???: “nonono, we’ve been over this”

faeries leave Harley and Ivy side and stand together as they watch Captain Marvel float down, and they bow to him.

CM: “ we’ve been over this no killing”

Both Ivy and Harley make annoyed faces

CM: “we don’t who innocent and what is going on in their life”

Ivy: (angry) “ they’re killing mother e-“

CM: “I will only allow the destructions of machines, company buildings and their money”

Ivy: “what”

faeries: “YAY”

Harley; “YAAAAYYYY”

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Ivy: “……..” (sniffling)

CM and faeries don’t notice but Harley does and wraps her arms around Ivy, Ivy could save earth, nature truly did understand her.

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BREAKING NEWS

Poison ivy, Harley Quinn and a group of humanoid creatures were seen in the Amazon jungle destroying heavy machinery for chopping down trees, floating in the air, but not interfering was unrecognized hero in red yelling “NO KILLING”

Batman: “………….”

Superman (recommend captain Marvel joining the justice league): “………..”

[duskvsdawn]

Hungry Eyes

You had recently found out that your boyfriend had some special powers. You always loved his eyes, but you now realised just how much impact they had on you.

Contains: female reader, smut, established relationship, reader is stressed in the first part, alcohol consumption, mating press 'cause we all know I'm obsessed with it, you fucked each other dumb <3

Art credits.

A/N: It has been quite some time since I've written something, so I might be a bit rusty. This idea came to me in a dream, and I thought it was so interesting that I had to write about it. I am not going to put too much thought into this, so I'll just see where my mind and my fingers lead me. Also, happy birthday, my sweetest @kyumikuromi, this one is for you (it's a bit early, I know, but I couldn't wait to post it). 💚

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Zeal's eyes were truly magical. They were so unique and so incredibly pretty, you would always drown in them every time you looked into his eyes. And recently, you had found out why it was so easy to drown in said eyes, as there was a special force behind them.

You realised about 2 months ago, when you came home crying. You'd had a massive fight that was about something really stupid with your best friend, and you were constantly overthinking and just so incredibly stressed and depressed. Your boyfriend hugged you tightly as he comfortingly rubbed your back. "Let's go take a shower, shall we? I'm sure you'll feel better afterwards," he had suggested, and you nodded, following him upstairs. He helped you wash yourself because you were so incredibly exhausted after your crying fit, as he hugged you some more in the meantime. After you had gotten out of the shower, he got you some soda and your favourite snacks, and you decided to head to bed early.

You were still upset, and you started crying some more as you lay on your shared bed in his arms. He gently kissed your forehead and your temple, until he said, "Darling, look at me. Look into my eyes. And don't you dare look away." You swallowed with difficulty and nodded as your eyes locked with his. His eyes always seemed to somewhat glow in the dimly lit room, but this time, you were sure they did, ever so subtly. And then, you felt it. All the stress left your body, and your mind was becoming less and less crowded. All you could think about was your boyfriend and his pretty eyes. Zeal reached up to gently wipe the remainder of the tears from your face as he kept eye contact with you. You opened your mouth to say something, but you weren't even sure what you were going to say anymore. You felt your eyes get heavy as the bartender gently ran his hand through your hair while the other held onto your back tightly. You closed your eyes, and you dozed off almost immediately. "Good night, darling. Sleep well," you heard your boyfriend say with a chuckle as you were skipping into dreamland.

Ever since then, your boyfriend has helped you relax this way multiple times every time you were stressed. Those eyes were truly hypnotic, and they turned you into a massive gushy puddle each time. If he wanted to, those eyes also really had an effect on your hormones. One moment, the two of you would be passionately making out, then it felt like it was only a short look into his tri-coloured irises, and you'd lie naked on the bed, sprawled under him, sweating as you kept moaning his name.

Tonight was one of those nights. The two of you had a few drinks, and you were already getting kinda handsy during the evening. You had already showered beforehand, so you were already in your pyjamas, but those were soon discarded as you ended up in the bedroom. And you knew for a fact you would really need another shower soon, but you'd decided that was a problem for later. The bartender pulled you on top of him, whispering in between kisses, "Fuck. I need you so bad. I need you now, or I will explode." Who were you to deny him, if he asked you so erotically? Your boyfriend sat against the headboard after he put a pillow behind his back, and patted his naked thighs. You knew what to do. You lined his dick up with your soaking pussy, and you instantly slammed down onto his hips as a strangled, satisfied moan left your lips, and his. The bartender's hands dug into your hips as you set a brutal pace, as pleasured groans kept spilling from his throat. God, he needed this, he needed you, so bad. You were no better, however, moaning his name wantonly as his dick stretched out your soaking and hungry pussy so deliciously. You were going absolutely delirious with pleasure, and your head started spinning (you blamed the alcohol for that, also).

You had your eyes screwed shut the entire time, but your boyfriend wanted to test just how much more he could make you lose control. "Look at me, darling, but keep moving." Zeal said as he helped you bounce on his dick while he locked eyes with you. They were so full of lust and adoration, just for you, you could feel it. Butterflies weren't swarming in just your stomach, but your entire body at this point, as it felt like every nerve ending was being lit on fire. Your desire for him increased tenfold, and you were becoming more and more desperate to reach that first, of hopefully many to come, high together with him. His hips started snapping up against yours after he gained some footing by putting his feet down firmly on the mattress, and he decided he had driven you insane at this point. You were so fucking loud that Zeal knew the entire neighbourhood would hear it through the open window, but he didn't care, and neither did you. Not when you were having the night of your life, and all your shame disappeared thanks to the alcohol.

You could feel your orgasm approaching steadily, but your boyfriend knew how to make it even more mind-blowing for you. He knew he had helped preserve the last bit of stamina you needed for that final push for both of you, so one hand snaked in between the two of you as his mouth found the nape of your neck to leave some marks there. Your moans were starting to morph into choked sobs as that orgasm got so close now. But you knew you didn't have to tell him; he knew your body and the sounds you made better than anyone. You slammed down on his dick one final time as you threw your head back as a strangled moan left your throat, cumming so hard that you covered his lap in your release. This was the final push the bartender needed as well, as he moaned into your neck as he released the first load of the night into you.

To your surprise, and your delight, Zeal stayed firm inside of you. He chuckled as he flipped the two of you over. His eyes lit up once more as he said, "You're in for a long night, darling." He pushed your legs against your chest as he set a brutal pace immediately. He couldn't get enough of you, ever. Your nails clawed at his back as you held on for dear life as he kept slapping his hips against yours. A pathetic string of drool started leaving the corner of your mouth as you tried your best to keep looking into his eyes. Emphasis on "tried", because he was dicking you down so good it was hard to keep your own eyes open. But even though your boyfriend's eyes would often be closed during sex as well to fully appreciate the feeling your body gave him, this time he kept them open, carefully keeping an eye on your fucked out expression. Your second orgasm approached both of you way too quickly for your likes, but you decided to let it happen for now, since you would be going for much, much longer anyway. As you fell off the edge, your eyes rolled back into your head as another desperate moan left your mouth, your boyfriend following you soon after.

The two of you kept going, and going, and going... By the end of the night, the two of you would have to force air into your lungs as the smell of sex filled the air, which was something that only egged you on more to get that one final orgasm. You had fucked each other dumb at this point, as basically the only sounds leaving you now were pathetic whimpers and silent moans. You were incredibly exhausted, but as you slammed down your hips on his one final time, you buried your face into his neck, biting him there to keep yourself quiet as that final orgasm washed over you. The bartender was caught off guard by the bite, but he decided to return the favour as he slammed you down on his lap a few more times until he got there as well.

The two of you fell down on the bed, absolutely spent but oh so satisfied. You felt gross, covered in sweat and cum, and by now, the alcohol was slowly but surely leaving your system. Even though you were both extremely exhausted, you decided to quickly throw these sheets in the laundry and put on a fresh pair, and you wobbled back into the shower. You showered very carefully, though, making sure neither of you would fall over and slip because of the exhaustion. Once clean, you crawled back into bed and hugged each other tightly.

"You know, this was fucking awesome. We should have nights like these more often," your boyfriend said with a chuckle. You hummed in agreement and quickly drifted off to sleep. But before you did, you heard your boyfriend speak those special words to you. "I love you, darling."

[ahollowgrave]

i have so many gpose ideas but unfort it takes me approx 12 hours to do even simple gposes because i am an easily distracted bird in a trench coat, you know??

[downsteepy]

i am very grateful that im not someone that has to deal with daily seizures but it is evil when it takes like a week and a half's worth of business days to recover from a seizure

[gingerwerk]

Crashing out over slow people repeatedly cutting me off in the grocery store so I think I’m just gonna nap in bed until it’s time to get ready for dinner later

[gu6chan]

just tried biking all 13ish km of the road i live on right now since the weather is decently nice and funny enough

1. I've known this road since I was like 4

2. I've never seen the other half of it till today. im 27

and oh my GOD i was not expecting to be hit back to back with four steep as SHIT hills. Like I saw the first one and am like "Oh! What a nice little challenge, it's like the hill I bike up when I come home from town" and then RIGHT a couple feet after is ANOTHER and im tired but rev myself up like "I do it every day I can make it" and for a while it's all chill until i see the biggest hill of my LIFE going right down into a four-way pass and am like "oh my god"

Anyways I get pass that and there's an even bigger one right on the other side and knowing how dead it is, i decide to risk it and ZIP right through there but this bastard is so big and im so tired i have to hop off my bike like "yeah. im turning back after this" and i did 😭 i didn't make it y'all...... I had another 6km to go why is this road so fucking LONG

[nanamimizz-archived]

finished a quiz that with my last attempt i got a 7/15

[usertala]

it's sooo hot

synopsis: you move away from them in your sleep because you feel hot

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Zayne

He had his arm wrapped around you with his other arm under your head, legs tangled under the sheet. You woke up feeling like a burrito who’s just been in a microwave. The way Zayne was wrapped around you was comfortable, and if it had been an ordinary night, you would’ve loved it.

But it’s not an ordinary night. It was summer, and it had just been such a hot day that even with the AC on, you were sweating, and with Zayne hugging you and the fluffy blanket thrown on the both of you, it just felt too much.

Still groggy from sleep, you slowly move his arms away and remove the blanket. You feel like every movement is causing you to sweat more. Zayne wakes up from his sleep just to see you wiggling like a slug away from him. He grabs your arm.

“Where are you going?”

You shake his arm off, “’s too hot, love.”

He sighs. Standing up, he heads to the AC and turns it up higher, heads back to bed, and places the blanket on the edge of the bed.

He lays back down on the bed, “Better?”

You return back to him, using his arm as a pillow.

“Mhm,” you hum, already falling back to sleep. He places his hand on your stomach, giving you space while watching your chest rise and fall, lulling him to sleep once more.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Caleb

He wakes up from the feeling of being pushed. He opens his eyes and sees you; eyes closed, brows furrowed, and lips tugging downward. He pulls you in closer,

“Hey, pipsqueak? Nightmare?”

You tsked, “Get off, too hot,” still pushing him away.

He stands up to open the window. A cool breeze flows in, and you heave a sigh of relief. Rubbing his eyes, he checks the clock.

3:02 AM

Heading to the kitchen, he grabs a glass of cold water, making sure not to bump into anything as sleep is quickly catching up to him. He nudges you awake,

“Pipsqueak, drink some water.”

He slowly guides you to sit up and brings the glass to your lips. You grab the glass to drink.

After drinking, you push the glass to his lips, indicating him to drink too. He does. He lays down on the bed, faces you, and grabs your hand, going back to sleep.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Sylus

You wake up due to extreme heat. Your head is on Sylus’ chest with his arm wrapped around your waist. You groan, trying to get away from him. The weather was already hot, and being next to him feels like sleeping beside a furnace.

“Where do you think you’re going, sweetie?”

You turn to see Sylus looking at you. You finally remove his arm from you. You tell him that it’s hot. He raises his brow and rakes a stare down your body—you’re wearing a tank top with shorts and you still feel hot?

He goes to the AC, turns it up to the highest (lowest?) level, and goes back to bed.

He sighs, “Better?” He doesn’t wait for you to respond and just grabs your hand, wrapping his arms around you, more securely this time.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

Rafayel

He’s staying over at your place for the night because you invited him to dinner. You were already fast asleep, but he kept pacing back and forth. It was just so hot in your room. His place was by the sea, so it was never hot.

‘It’s just one night, you’re gonna be fine,’ he thought as he slips beside you on the bed.

The moment he touched your skin, you were already pulling away, discarding your blanket.

“What the—heyyy, why are you pulling away? I thought you wanted to sleep with me?”

He grabs your blanket and wraps it around you. You start to wake up.

“Rafayel, get this blanket off me. It’s so hot, I can’t breathe.”

You manage to break away from the blanket and lay on your stomach. He grabs the blanket and starts lightly smacking you with it.

“If you knew it was gonna be this hot, why did we even eat here? We could’ve eaten at my place. If you wanted to cook, you could’ve there.”

He guides you to stand up and drags you outside your apartment to his car and heads to his place.

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Xavier

You had stayed at Xavier’s apartment for the night ’cause you got caught up with reading his new books. When you finally closed the book, the sky was already pitch black. You walk to his room and see him reading on his bed. Yawning, you lay down beside him and lay your head on his upper thigh, wrapping your hands around his waist and drifting off.

Xavier smiles as he strokes your head, humming to help you fall asleep. After a few moments, you roll over to your side of the bed, leaving him cold and wondering why you pulled away.

He closes his book and places it on the nightstand.

“What’s wrong, darling?”

He removes your hair from your face and places a kiss on your cheek.

You smile, “Too hot, Xavi.”

He softly laughs, caressing your cheek before standing up to close the window and turning on the AC.

He kisses your forehead, “Is this better?”

You hum, wrapping your hands around his neck, pulling him to bed with you.

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。..・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

[angelltheninth]

I have yet to see Kpop demon hunters today but I am craving for Jinu smut, But also I don’t like noncon/dubcon in the slightest but if this feels like it so be it lol, So may I request Jinu x huntrix member fem reader? When reader decides to investigate the saja boys by herself, The rest of the girls are obviously worried about her safety but she tells them that she’ll be okay, Cut to a couple hours later with Jinu absolutely pounding reader from behind and making her cum nonstop just as he wanted to ever since he layed eyes on her.

I can do dub-con. I don't think people realize it's a very common kink.

Pairing: Jinu x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, dub-con, rough sex, creampie, body betrayal, enemies who fuck, possessive sex, biting, hate sex

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A/N: This movie now lives rent free in my head.

You should have listened to your friends, you should have never went after Jinu all by yourself, you should have brought backup. Now you're bent over his bed, getting your pussy pounded raw and hard from behind. "Either you and yours are getting sloppy or you're really stupid for thinking you could defeat us on your own. Or even just defeat me. Or, hah, maybe, you came here hoping this would happen."

As soon as you heard him suggest such a thing you turned your head to glare at him. Jinu grinned, his smile as demonic as it always was, no longer hidden behind that pretty facade. With your arms pinned and held behind your back you could barely move, and whenever you did you just took his cock, over and over. It was driving you insane.

"Go fuck yourself, you goddamn bastard." You gritted through your teeth, biting back your moans as his thrusts kept getting faster and faster, deeper, almost like he was trying to punish you for acting foolish. "I would never stoop so low... to want someone like you." A high pitched moan escaped from your lips when you felt the sting of his hand on your ass.

"You say that, demon hunter, but your cunt is drooling for me, so tight and wet. Hear that, how sloppy and slutty you pussy gets with demon cock in it?" He slammed his cock into you, in and out, making your legs tremble and your vision blurry. "Be honest, it'll feel so much better."

You shook your head as you felt yourself blushing. You hated it, how good Jinu's cock felt inside of you, how good this felt and yet it was so wrong. You hated him, you should hate this too so why was your body working against you in this moment? Why couldn't you tell him to go to hell like you so many times before?

"Better, that's a good girl. No more fighting me. Don't worry, this can be our little secret, no one has to know how you whore yourself out for me." His body pressed fully against your, his demonic fangs nipping at the sensitive skin of your neck and shoulder. "I won't tell if you won't, demon hunter. You got my word." The glare you gave him was challenging, you hoped threatening but that was impossible with the filthy sounds of skin slapping against skin and your pussy taking his hard cock while you moaned.

"Your word... means nothing to me." You hissed, putting as much venom and hatred in your voice as you could have. He didn't seem pleased with that, he bared his long teeth at you and you hated how your pussy clenched around him when you saw them.

"Really? Fine, makes no difference to me. But see how your team feels when you come back to them, with your cunt freshly fucked and filled with demon cum." You watched him transform from his human form into his demon form, and god, his cock felt even better like this. "I don't care if you believe me or not but I'm gonna make sure you never forget this moment. The moment when you came from being fucked by me, because of my cock, because I made you feel so good!"

With one final thrust he pushed both your bodies over the edge, and you stopped yourself just in time to not scream his name. You didn't want to feed his ego any more than you already have. Jinu laughed maniacally as he fucked his seed deep into your pussy, the wet, messy noises only adding to his feral, wild nature.

"Fuck, yes, oh, wanted this... ever since I first saw you. Wanted to carve the shape of my cock into your cunt. Make you mine." He ended with a long kiss on your shoulder, still holding you while your body trembled and your vision swam. "Mine, only mine from now on." You expected him to be rough as he pulled out but he wasn't, he was slow, stopping as he heard you hiss and whimper. "Now that's a pretty little sight."

You heard a flash of a camera and turned to see Jinu smirking with his phone in his hand, his cock still out, dripping with the combination of your release. "You...! Gross! You have no shame!"

Jinu stuck his tongue out at you, "A little keepsake for me. To tide me over until our next time."

An unpleasant, or maybe pleasant, shiver went through you at the suggestion of a next time with him. "That won't happen. I'm going to bring you to your knees before then!"

"Oh? If you wanted me on my knees all you had to do was ask. I'm very good with my tongue. I can show you next time." His words and lewd gestures made your stomach tie into knots, and an uncomfortable heat form. "I could do it now. Seems like you might need some cleaning up."

Furious you stood up on your wobbly legs and slapped him. It was pathetic, that this was the best you could muster in this moment, but it also felt good to catch him off guard. "You're dead next time I see you."

Despite the slap he grinned at you, licking his lips, "Looking forward to it, my demon hunter." He winked at before he snapped his fingers next to your ear. For a moment you didn't understand what he did, then your vision started blurring. You tried to hit him again but ended up collapsing against him. "Let's get you somewhere where the others will find you." Barely coherent you thought you felt his lips press against your forehead before you fully passed out.

[pseudowho]

Asking the JJK Men if it's in yet

"Is it in yet?"

feat. Nanami, Toji, TrueForm!Sukuna and Higuruma

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Nanami:

Kento stopped dead in his tracks, his cock only pressed halfway in. Embraced beneath him, cuddlefucking in missionary, you tried to keep a straight face, as if you weren't about to eep! from the delicious stretch of just half in.

Without glasses on, Kento still, somehow, managed to look over his glasses at you. His voice was mild, almost conversational, as he sought clarification.

"Is it...in?"

"...yeah, is it in yet?"

Something prickled over Kento's shoulders. He scoffed, heaving a sigh and bracing himself on his elbows. He unclipped his watch in one deft movement, laying it on the pillow beside your head.

"Ask me again in one minute. Then three. Then five."

You felt a droplet of sweat run down your soul.

"...Kento, I was just fucking--"

"--no, no, I insist. One minute."

"What are you going to--"

Kento slammed his cock into you so hard, you jolted up the bed with a shriek. If his abs hadn't held you in place beneath him, you'd have hit the headboard. Shocked, groaning from the wet slaps of Kento absolutely railing you, bottoming out until you could hardly see, you couldn't help but let out a breathy giggle.

"--c-can't...can't-- haaaaah, Kento!"

Time lost all meaning. Kento braced on his elbows, dragging his cock halfway out again with a grunt, and stopping. He glowered down at you.

"Ask me again."

You whimpered, digging your nails into his shoulders. You swallowed, trembling in anticipation.

"Is...is it, uh...in yet--"

Kento slammed into you again, creamy white lube squelching out of you onto the bed as you muffled your cries into the pillow, swearing you could feel him in your ribs.

Kento continued this for three, five, seven, nine, eleven minutes, until you were forced to admit, begrudgingly, that he and his seed were definitely in.

Higuruma:

Hiromi's eyes fluttered open. Having just released a sinful whimper from you sinking down onto his length, his brain suddenly short-circuited in fractious self-doubt and hyper analysis. In the end, nothing he could think took precedence, apart from a dumb:

"I'm-- I'm sorry? Is it...?"

Hiromi grasped your hips, pulling his shirt up and gripping it between his teeth so he could see where you were joined in his lap. He bucked up, just once, pausing for just long enough to shiver and moan at the slick, wet velvet of you. His head tipped back again with a weary sigh.

"You know," Hiromi chastised, grasping your hips to roll you over his cock, his hands strong, confident, "I'm so fucking tired, I'd have believed you. That I wasn't in."

You smirked above him, eliciting hushed whimpers and groans as you started to ride him. Hiromi allowed you to settle into your rhythm, before he berated you again.

"But also," he bickered, "how dare you, you cheeky cow, 'is it in yet', like I don't rail you blind every night with my 'is it in yet'--

You laughed, his chastisement turned punishing as he bounced you on him with glee, comedy turned feral.

"Oooo-ooohhh fuck-- love it when you-- when you think you're being funny-- love it--" Hiromi groaned, his voice muffled, his shirt hem between his teeth again as his eyes fixated on your stretched pussy sliding down his cock. You laughed, whimpering, breathless.

"I--I am funny--"

"--yeah yeah, alright, sweetheart-- keep telling yourself that--"

Toji:

Intending to hold onto your hair just a bit, Toji instead pulled you up fully, from your hands and knees. With your back to his chest, speared upon him, you squealed. You felt the bulbous tip of him bully against your cervix, and squirmed, gasping his name.

"The fuck you mean, 'is it in yet?"?"

You groaned, regretting your decision already. Toji reached up and gently slapped your cheek, until your eyes opened, and he pointed to the mirror in front of you. You could see him smirking over your shoulder.

When he saw your eyes drift to the base of his cock, slick with your arousal, deep inside you, and angled upwards so you could see the bulging underside, he smirked again, twitching his erection once, twice, three times so you could see.

Snapping your moan in half, Toji fucked upwards once, hard.

"Is it in yet?" He mocked, his breaths heavy as he fucked, and you squealed, and he fucked, laughing.

"Is it in yet? Come on baby, tell me. Is it in yet? Is it? Shit, kid. I dunno, I need you to tell me. Is it in yet? Is it in yet?"

If only he'd stop impaling you on him for long enough for you to answer.

True!Form Sukuna:

He laughed. He actually laughed. He only stopped laughing when you, sweating with fearful uncertainty, started laughing too. Then, he grabbed your face, rough in one long-nailed hand.

"What do they teach girls these days?" Sukuna rumbled, tsk-ing, batting your cheek from side to side with his palm and the back of his hand; a cat with a mouse.

"Whatever they teach you," he sighed, with your thighs spread upon his, sat on his throne, "I will offer you the chance to be untaught."

You nodded, panting as he let go of your body, and you choked out and whimpered as you slid further and further down his lower length. You felt the heavy, thickening weight of his upper length, resting against your back.

Sukuna left you like this, hands-free, to be slowly impaled as he watched, almost bored. He seemed to be waiting for something.

"Well, come on then," he drawled, his jaw leaned on one hand, with one finger lazily circling your clit, just to feel your cunt flutter around him, "beg me."

Your brain stuttered, your pussy so stuffed you could hardly think; "Beg--b-beg for...for what...my Lord?"

"Beg me to unteach you whatever drivel it is they taught you, that you should think it funny to ask your master 'is it in yet?'"

You didn't hesitate, babbling, one of his hands circling round to grasp you by the throat as you did. "P-please unteach me, my Lord, I was just being silly, just--just--forgive me--"

Sukuna hummed, his half-smile almost gentle as he began to lift you off him again, enjoying the way your pussy clenched around his lower cock as you choked.

"Lovely manners." He purred. You jolted, gasping as you felt the thick tip of his upper cock begin to squeeze into your ass. You saw stars, blinded by the enormity of him, made dumb by your own stupid attempt at comedy.

"Let's make sure you understand the perils of the situation you chose to place yourself in, hmm?"

[bluelockmaniac]

"𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞... 𝐏𝐫𝐞𝐠𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐭?!"

ft. itoshi sae, itoshi rin, michael kaiser, mikage reo, seishiro nagi, isagi yoichi, barou shoei x fem!reader

⭑.ᐟ synopsis. surprising your bllk husbands with creative pregnancy reveals!

content warning. fem, wife!reader. suggestive (pull-out game, baby fever, etc). pet names. teeny tiny bit of angst in kaiser's part. twins. nagi feigning ignorance. lots of kisses because yeah. 4.5k wc!

notes. heavily inspired by peachy pregnancy reveal videos on yt!

𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐒𝐀𝐄

you had never fought so hard to contain laughter in your life. 

it was a quiet afternoon, and you were resting on your bed when sae suddenly barged into your shared bedroom, looking slightly confused.

his brows were furrowed, and his lips were slightly parted. he had just finished taking a shower, water droplets dripping down his skin, and a towel hung loosely around his waist. 

but what really caught your attention was the pile of clothes draped over the bend of his elbow. clothes that you had instantly recognized.

“tsk,” he clicked his tongue in irritation, tossing the garments onto the mattress one by one. “the dumbass dryer shrunk my clothes.”

now laying on the bed were three tiny white shirts, a pair of tiny running shorts, and most importantly an identical replica of his football uniform, complete with sae’s name printed on the back. each piece looked unmistakably his, just tiny.

but little did he know that you had swapped his freshly dried clothes with their baby-sized counterparts while he was in the shower.

the uniform had taken the most effort as you had to customize and order it online rather than simply purchasing it in store, but the results were definitely worth it.

you pressed a hand to your mouth, a soft laugh escaping despite your best efforts to appear innocent. though it was a completely natural reaction for this situation, you doubt he’d find it suspicious. 

“that’s the first time that’s ever happened, right?” you crawled closer to inspect the small jersey. you held it up for sae to see, beaming at him. “but it’s so cute! don’t you think so too?”

sae glanced at your sparkling eyes, and rolled his eyes. he turned toward his dresser, shaking his head slightly. “it’s cute. give it to some fan at my next game.”

like hell you would. you hugged your knees as you eagerly watched him reach for his calvin klein boxers. he could feel your stare burning a hole through his head and turned to you with a raised brow.

“what? you that excited to watch me strip, mi cariño?”

you grinned and gave him a thumbs up. “yeah, i am. keep going, you’re doing great so far.”

sae sighed but you could see the tiny smile that was ghosting his lips. he pulled on his boxers, until he suddenly froze, his fingers stilling on the waistband of the undergarment. your smile widened.

his gaze darted between the tiny clothes on the bed and the neatly folded ones– his clothes– you had placed on his dresser.

“love.” he said quietly. he walked over to the bed, eyes locked onto yours as he climbed over you. he gently pushed you until your back met the mattress, his frame hovering over you.

“are you pregnant?”

you giggled. “maybe.”

his teal eyes narrowed slightly. he reached up and pinched your cheek. “answer properly. i asked, are you pregnant?”

a breathy laugh slipped past your lips as you nodded. “i am.”

for a split second, he just stared at you, dead silent. then, he let out a soft grunt, muttering under his breath.

“knew something was off. you’ve been acting weird.”

you snorted, “excuse me?”

he tilted his head slightly, his lips quirking at the corners. “didn’t say it was a bad thing.”

he leaned down. he kissed your forehead first, then the tip of your nose, and finally, your lips. when he pulled away, there was a subtle smirk on his lips.

“my pull-out game was shit.”

you laughed softly as you ran your fingers through his damp, reddish hair, your voice smug. “i don’t blame you. i just feel way too good.”

his smirk twitched as he flicked your forehead lightly. “don’t get too cocky or i might just have to plant baby number two.”

𝐈𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐑𝐈𝐍

“sir,” the police officer began professionally as he approached rin’s car parked in the public lot, tapping on the driver’s window. 

rin paused his conversation with you, casting a side-glance at the cop. he raised a brow before rolling down the window. “what?” he asked bluntly.

the officer leaned a little against the window frame, nodding his head respectfully. “i’m going to have you stop here. you have a child in the vehicle with no child seat.”

rin stared at the man like he was an idiot, then slowly turned to look at you, scoffing in disbelief. “get a load of this guy.” he muttered. you bit your bottom lip hard to suppress your laughter, fingers tightening around the purse in your lap.

turning his head back to the officer, rin narrowed his eyes. “are you a dunce? does it look like there’s a child in the backseat?” rin asked him with annoyance. “seems like they purposely hire lukewarm idiots who lack proper qualifications. you’re not fit for this job.”

“sir, i need you to calm down. it’s simply protocol. i’ll have to fine you.”

as your husband continued arguing with the poor officer who was actually only carrying out his part of your arrangement, you quietly retrieved the positive pregnancy test out of your purse. a warm smile graced your lips.

the officer, who was busy distracting rin, caught your movement and tried to mask the smirk that was threatening to appear. he played along, “ma’am, are you positive about this?”

that seemed to set rin completely off. “do you need to enter the car to see for yourself, you dumbass cop? i told you, there is no fucking child in this ca–”

“actually,” you interrupted sweetly, “we do have a child in the car with no child seat.”

as soon as he heard your voice, he stopped mid-sentence. rin turned to face you, only to find a pregnancy test held up in your hand, two pink lines etched clearly. his teal eyes flitted back and forth between your smiling face and the test, blinking slowly in realization.

“... you’re not joking, are you?”

you laughed softly as you shook your head. “no, rinnie. i’m pregnant.”

he stared at the pink lines for a while longer, then muttered something under his breath and reached to roll the windows up, shutting out the content cop with a glare. you shot him a quick nod of thanks through the glass before rin turned fully to face you. 

he already knew you’d be a perfect mother with the way you naturally loved and cared for him. as for him? it’ll take him some time to figure out this whole parenting thing.

“didn’t think you could surprise me anymore.” he muttered, threading his hand through his dark green hair as he leaned back against the headrest.

“i think you’ll be just fine,” you murmured softly as you leaned in and gently pried his hands away from his face, your eyes locking onto his teal ones. “but you better be nice to me, baby. i’m going to be extra sensitive from now on, you hear me?”

his brows furrowed slightly before he took your chin between his fingers, tilting your head up to look at him. “after you set this whole thing up with a cop– a male, no less? yeah, i don’t think so.”

“oh?” you teased, giving him a lopsided grin as you leaned closer. “is the great itoshi rin actually jealous? hm. it looks good on you.”

rin scoffed, but his grip on your chin loosened. “you’re my wife. mine. not his.”

you laughed gently as you took his hand and slipped it under your shirt, guiding it to your stomach. “you don’t have to remind me. i never forgot.”

his gaze softened as he felt the slight swell of your stomach, where the child he (unintentionally) created with you was beginning to grow. he looked at you calmly before resting his hand on the small of your back, drawing you in. rin’s lips ghosted over yours teasingly, but never actually meeting.

you huffed. “you’re a cruel man.”

a rare smile tugged at his lips as he pressed a kiss to your temple, then leaned away. silently, he reached across and buckled your seatbelt for you, probably his attempt at being a gentleman. he didn’t meet your eyes, but you could practically hear the smile in his words.

“let’s go home quickly,” rin said as he started the car. “we need to take advantage of the time we have left before you’re too far along.”

𝐌𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐄𝐋 𝐊𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐑

it was christmas. coincidentally, kaiser's birthday as well. 

the two of you had just finished eating together, and now you were lounging on the couch, sitting comfortably on his thigh with his arm lazily draped around your waist. there were many gift bags of different sizes scattered on the fuzzy carpet– a couple big ones, a few medium-sized, and a particularly small one.

kaiser scanned the pile, his crystal blue eyes glinting as he turned to you with a smirk on his face. “hmm, you like me that much, meine liebe?”

you met his teasing stare with silence, then gently cupped his face and leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. you’ve come to learn that this method always catches him off guard, and as you expected, it did just that this time as well. his eyes widened slightly just slightly before his lashes fluttered shut. 

“ah.”

“i do,” you murmured against his lips, your voice airy. you pulled away with a content smile. “now hurry up and open them. i'm excited to see your reaction.” you leaned your head against his shoulder, fingers toying with the sleeve of his warm sweater.

kaiser reached for the first bag, tearing through the wrapping carelessly. “a pair of cleats, huh?” he raised a brow, looking at you with an unimpressed, mocking expression. “didn't need them. my cleats are brand new.”

your brows knitted together. “i didn’t get them because you needed them. got them because you suck at choosing anything that isn’t boring.”

“oh, you wound me,” he pinched your waist playfully before rubbing the spot soothingly. “i was just joking, liebe. promise.”

for the next half-hour, he continued opening the gift bags. brand new sunglasses, a watch, new cologne, a mirror since he loves admiring himself, and things of the sort. each gift was met with some sarcastic remark, but there was always a gentle touch here and an appreciative touch there.

then– 

“micha.” you tapped his shoulder, pointing at the relatively tiny bag sitting on the carpet near his feet. “you missed that one.”

his brow arched. he picked it up and placed it on your lap since your legs were swung over his. “didn’t see it. it’s so tiny.” he inspected it for a second before slipping his hand inside. he side-eyed you, chuckling. “why does such a tiny bag have so much wrapping anyway?”

you hummed, pressing a kiss to his neck before nestling your head back against his shoulder. “mm. dunno. maybe this one’s important.”

he pulled something out. and froze. 

you could almost hear his heart thumping in his chest as he slowly flipped the pregnancy test over in his hand. and there it was. two vertical pink lines.

positive.

an awkward silence stretched between you two. you let out a soft huff, gazing at him lovingly as you watched his reaction.

he didn’t say a single word for what felt like eternity. then, he turned to look at you. “are you serious?” his voice lacked his usual teasing.

“yes.”

“are you actually serious?” he repeated.

you laughed. “i’m positive. literally.”

“holy fuck.”

kaiser inhaled sharply, exhaling through his nose as he put a hand on his forehead and slumped back against the couch. he tugged you with him until you were sprawled against his chest. still, he didn’t speak. 

again, there was silence as you pulled a warm blanket over both of you and snuggled closer. you sighed blissfully against him, until something wet landed on your cheek. 

you blinked.

tilting your head, you tried to get a better look at him. but your eyes just widened.

“micha? … baby? … michael?” your voice softened, “my love, are you crying?”

you had never seen him like this before. the usual cocky arrogance completely gone, his jaw clenched as if he was trying to compose himself. then, without a word, he cupped the back of your neck and pulled you back into him to cover his face. his arms wrapped around you tightly, his lips pressed firmly against the top of your head in a long kiss.

“tch, stupid. of course not.” he murmured against your hair, breathing in your familiar scent. “our kid’s gonna have your smile. i already know it. and i’m screwed because that’s going to kill me everytime.”

and as he felt your arms tighten around his waist, he’d already decided he was going to be a better father for his child than his dad ever was for him.

𝐒𝐄𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐑𝐎 𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐈

“sei, come onnn!” you whined, tugging insistently at your husband’s arm in an attempt to pry him away from his gaming chair. it proved to be ineffective as his eyes remained glued to the sniper game on his screen.

but the second you tugged just a tiny bit harsher, you threw off his aim, causing him to get shot by the enemy. 

“ah, shit,” he muttered as the ‘game over’ screen flashed before him, his broad shoulders sagging slightly. you felt bad, but only for a split second, so you quickly shook those feelings away— you had something important to reveal after all.

seishiro took off his headset with a dramatic huff, then swiveled his gaming chair to face you. his massive arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you in close until his face was buried against your stomach. “what is it, pretty?” he sighed into your shirt.

you grinned. “i need to show you something real quick.”

you didn’t give him a chance to protest, practically dragging his lazy frame out of the chair and toward the kitchen, with him following sluggishly behind you.

when you finally stopped, he glanced around, confused. “there’s nothing new…?”

you laughed and pointed at the oven. “open it.”

his brow arched with slight suspicion, but he did as you asked, crouching down and pulling the oven door open. he reached and grabbed the singular item sitting alone on the rack—

“a bun?” he questioned, his white brows knitting together as he stood back up. he seemed almost disappointed and you could only guess he assumed you had prepared him some lavish meal. but hey, you had already figured he’d be a bit slow and would need some extra help.

you bit back a giggle and leaned against the kitchen counter, a smile gracing your lips. “think about it, baby.” you encouraged, “could you tell me what you just found?”

it was almost cute how he was eyeing the bread roll that seemed almost miniscule between his fingers. “i found a bun… in the oven.” he repeated slowly. you watched as his droopy, half-lidded eyes went wide in what you thought was realization, until his lips parted again. 

“did we run out of food?”

you smacked your forehead. “are you dense?” you placed your hands on your hips and let out a semi-annoyed sigh. “it’s an expression people say when—”

you were suddenly cut off when he bent down, grabbed the hem of your shirt, and lifted it just enough to place a tender kiss on your bare stomach. “i know,” he murmured against the soft skin, and you could feel his lips curling into a slight smile. 

your breath hitched, warmth rushing to your cheeks as he straightened himself up and tangled his arms around you, pulling you into his chest.

“sei…” you whispered, raking your fingers through his snowy-white hair, still a bit caught off guard. perhaps he wasn’t as dense as he seemed. then, you shivered when his cold palm slid under your shirt and rested against your stomach. he quietly chuckled at your reaction, leaning down until his lips grazed your ear.

“i was actually suffering terribly from baby fever, so i’m glad i didn’t pull out.”

your mind short-circuited as you gawked up at him with widened eyes, but he only gently patted your head with a lazy smile. 

geez. what had gotten into him?!

𝐌𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐎

reo had just pulled into the driveway of his mansion after treating you to an extravagant dinner at a five-star restaurant, your first date with him in quite a while. he patted your thigh affectionately as he turned off his rolls royce, but to his surprise, you simply unbuckled your seatbelt and stayed seated, your hands moving to dig through your purse.

his eyes flicked to you and his lips curved into his signature smile. he figured you were just waiting for him to open the car door for you, the usual princess treatment he was all too familiar with. “right. being away in england for so long made me forget how much my wife loves getting spoiled.”

but before he could make a move to exit the car, your fingers gripped onto his suit, pulling him gently back to his seat. he looked slightly startled, and glanced back at your giddy face with a raised brow. his gaze dropped to the small, silver card in your hand.

“what’s this, baby?” he asked, turning his body towards you.

“a custom-made scratch-off card,” you replied, handing it over to him. “just scratch it.”

your heart was pounding against your ribcage as you watched him flipping the card over, examining it, before fishing out a coin from the cup holder.

“if that’s what you want, princess,” he teased, “though if it’s a lottery ticket, you should know i’m not exactly lacking in that department.” 

reo hummed as he started scraping at the surface. you bit your lip excitedly as the first bit of silvery dust flaked off, the image underneath beginning to reveal itself. his movements slowed, and his amethyst eyes widened as the layer was completely removed.

the sonogram appeared. 

reo’s fingers tightened around the card, a breathless laugh escaping him as he shook his head in disbelief. a grin stretched across his lips, looking at you in awe.

you were unable to hold in your breath any longer. you let out a laugh, tilting your head to look at him from a better angle. “well, reo?”

“i’m going to be a father?”

“what does the sonogram say?”

he chuckled lightly, running a hand through his purple hair as he let the card fall into his lap. “how long have you known?”

“since you left for england,” you said as you shifted happily in your seat.

he reached over, cupping your nape as he pulled you into a slow kiss. relief washed over you so quickly it made your head spin.

he pulled back, his forehead resting against yours as his hand trailed down to your stomach. “i wonder if it’ll be a girl or boy,” he murmured.

“could be both, actually.” you cut in, and he looked at you strangely.

“what do you mean?”

you grinned, gently brushing his jaw as you leaned back against your seat. “check the sonogram again.”

reo raised a brow, his curiosity piqued as he took the card back into his hand to inspect it. before long, his eyes widened comically as he saw a second fetus in the ultrasound.

“are you serious? we’re having twins?”

you laughed softly as you laced your arms around his neck and kissed his cheek. “that’s riiight. prepare to spoil me tenfold, reo. you’re going to be feeding three people in one body now.”

his arms instinctively wrapped around your waist as he pressed his lips against yours once again in a sweet kiss, still dazed by the realization that he’s going to be a father to not one, but two children. “... there’s nothing I wouldn’t do for you.”

“good,” you whispered, smiling as you kissed the tip of his nose before leaning back into your seat. “start by opening the car door for your pregnant wife.”

“yeah, yeah. anything for my spoiled princess.” he replied with an excited grin, finally exiting the royce. needless to say, you were not going to lift a single finger during this pregnancy.

𝐈𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐈 𝐘𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈

“b-baby, slow down!” isagi gasped as you shoved him towards the bedroom, kicking the door open and dragging him inside.

“on the bed, yoichi!” you ordered him with a grin on your face, watching with satisfaction as he reluctantly sat down on the edge of the mattress. he sighed with fondness, watching as you clumsily rummaged through the closet, before finally pulling out a blue shirt.

you walked over, placing the shirt face down on the bed to keep the words hidden. then, with no warning, you pushed his thighs apart, placing yourself between his legs as you reached for the hem of his shirt.

isagi raised an eyebrow, already amused. there’s nothing that should surprise him anymore with you, but somehow you prove him wrong every single time.

“are you trying to seduce me?” he smiled, lifting his arms with no resistance, allowing you to pull his shirt over his head.

you playfully smacked his chest. “trying? i already did, yo. you made it too easy.”

he rolled his eyes as his cheeks tinted a light pink. “whatever… you’re too cute.”

“close your eyes. no peeking while i’m putting this on you,” you said, grabbing the shirt off the bed. isagi’s eyes closed obediently, and he felt the fabric tighten around his torso as you slipped the shirt over his head.

“woww, you didn’t even get my size right,” he joked, opening his eyes but not looking down.

you whistled softly, letting your hand wander over your husband’s chest. “i know your size, but you just look hotter with a tight shirt.”

your fingers encircled isagi’s wrist as you dragged him across the room, excitedly positioning him in front of the tall mirror in the corner. “okay! read the shirt!”

he blinked, confused at first, then turned his gaze to the mirror, squinting his eyes as if that would help him decipher the reversed letters.

“be… nice to me… I’m going… to be a… fa…ther…?” 

he froze, the last word catching in his throat. his blue eyes snapped to you, wide and stunned. “i’m gonna be a father?? you’re pregnant? actually?”

you smiled and buried yourself in his arms, your fingers mindlessly tracing the letters on his shirt. “i’ve taken three tests. all positive.”

before you could say anything else, he hooked his hands under your arms and lifted you into the air, his forearm supporting your ass and his other hand on your waist.

“god, i love you so much,” he laughed breathlessly, “give me a kiss.”

still laughing, you cupped his face and gave him a sweet peck on his lips.

“another one,”

you leaned in, pecking his lips a second time.

“that’s not enough,”

“you lovesick idiot,” you sighed, smiling helplessly. you leaned in again, but this time, he met you halfway. his hand on the back of your head, holding you in place as he kissed you deeply. the gasp you let out was quickly swallowed by his lips.

he set you down as if he had not just stolen your breath away, patting your head affectionately.

“thank you, my love.”

𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐈

it should have been a normal day. barou should have followed his usual routine– wake up before sunrise, gel his hair, take a shower, and leave for his daily hardcore strength training.

but today was different. at exactly 5:12 a.m, barou opened his eyes with a low grunt and propped himself up with one elbow. instinctively, he leaned over to place a kiss on your forehead like he always did, only to stop once he was met with your wide eyes staring directly at him.

he scowled. “the hell are you lookin’ at me like that for?” 

he tried to blink his morning irritation away, then dragged a hand down his face before reaching out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “why are you awake?” his low voice was even more hoarse from sleep.

you groaned softly before scooting closer and snuggling against his bare, muscular chest. he let out a soft grunt, though his arm automatically wrapped around your waist.

“shoei… i’m hungry,” you mumbled into his skin.

“tch,” he clicked his tongue, pulling back slightly to look at you. “what, you want pudding? eggs? i’ll make something. i was getting up anyway.”

he rolled over and switched on the bedside lamp with a sigh, squinting to see you better.

but you shook your head and leaned forward, resting your chin on his shoulder with that sweet look he hated to admit always worked on him. “no… i really want pickle-flavoured ice cream. or a lotus biscuit with mayo on top…”

barou made a face. blinking at you judgmentally once, twice, and a third time before he placed a big palm on your abdomen and gently pushed you back onto the mattress.

“you’ve lost your mind,” he shrugged, tugging the blanket over you. he leaned in and pressed a kiss to your lips. “go to sleep. you’re talkin’ nonsense.”

but you whined, tugging at his sturdy arm. sparkly eyes looking up at him. “i’m serious, shoei… i really, really want them…”

barou narrowed his eyes. “why would you want to eat that garbage?”

“please?” you batted your lashes, “for your beautiful wife?”

he sighed, standing up begrudgingly as he scratched the back of his neck. “god, you’re annoying…”

your eyes lit up, and before he could turn away, you got up and wrapped your arms around his neck, peppering his face with kisses. “thank you!”

barou rolled his eyes and grabbed your cheeks between his fingers, squeezing them gently. “you’re a weird woman. suddenly craving crap combinations.”

you buried your face in his chest, nodding with a sheepish laugh.

he snorted, “what are you, pregnant or somethin’?”

as soon as he said what was intended to be a joke, you both froze. right… questionable cravings were a symptom of pregnancy.

“aha… y-you think?” you asked, laughing awkwardly. your eyes widen suddenly. “shit, my period is a few days late…”

his large hand silently found yours and gave it a gentle squeeze. “stay here. i’ll deal with the food,” he muttered. “and you’re takin’ a damn test after.”

you blinked. “what about practice?”

he didn’t look at you as he walked to the door.

“skipping. you always come first.”

—

“oi,” you heard barou’s voice from the other side of the bathroom door. followed by a light knock. “you okay? you’ve been in there for thirteen minutes.”

you opened the door slowly. he was standing there with his arms crossed, shirtless, with a towel around his neck. he looked at you with his usual stoic face. “well?”

you held out the positive pregnancy test with a meek smile playing on your lips. barou glanced at the stick, staring at the pink lines.

“...huh. guess this thing’s my fault.”

you let out a soft laugh, sniffling slightly. he pulled you in until your forehead bumped against his bare chest. his grip was gentle despite how rough his hands were. “we’re having a kid,” he muttered into your hair.

you smiled up at him, twinkly eyes, and his hand shot up to wipe away at the tears you didn’t know were falling. “don’t cry. i’ve dealt with two younger sisters.”

“i can take care of you.”

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