#sometimes being nice is holding your tongue and turning away

[scribblehead]

Sometimes I see haters on the internet and think "wow, no one taught you to ignore things you don't like and it shows"

[excusemyobsessions]

This has been roaming in my head for way too long.

So we all know The LaDs men are hella big, right?

What if it cant fit in (some) reader/s mouth s they end up choking a bit or needing to only go through it halfway bcs their gag reflexes arent reflexing so now we feel bad 😔 💔

Well, my dearest, you got my mind racing with this one 🙈

Here are my thoughts about this:

(Explicit sexual content below)

Zayne

Zayne doesn't like you straining yourself. Yes, he's okay stretching out your sweet little hole but when you want to take him whole in your mouth, he's very careful.

He'll tuck your hair behind your ear, push it away from your pretty face.

And his hand is a heavy, guiding weight on the nape of your neck. When you start going too far and start choking around his length, he'll pull you back by the back of your neck.

"Honey, slow down. You're going to bruise your throat."

But you just want to make him feel good :(

"You already do. And your hands are enough," he assures you.

When you're being very very stubborn, he'll pull you off his cock and kiss the air out of your lungs.

"Slowly," he'll tell you, in a deep, firm voice.

Rafayel

Okay but hear me out.

Rafayel but in heat. Merman form. And he's got two. Yes, of course, two.

And obviously you want both in your mouth.

But they're big and they're two and you can barely fit one, of course your can't fit two.

So, you're so whiny because you want both in your mouth :(

And he's so beautiful, so flustered, ears bright red, breathing labored. He does these delicious hip rolls when you stroke him. Gorgeous tail hanging off the side of the bathtub.

"Please, princess, it's okay, don't pout like that."

"Please, just your hand is okay... please, baby..."

And of course you wrap your hands around both his cocks, and take turns sucking on both heads like a lollipop. Until he's moaning out your name, with his head thrown back, covering your hands and face with his cum.

Sylus

Sylus...

This man would train you to take him.

Very slow and patiently, full of sweet, loving praises.

"Shhh, kitten, it's okay. You're doing great."

He just loves you so much he'll indulge you anytime. Guide you through it.

"Hollow your cheeks a little."

"Hmmm... that's it, sweet thing, you're taking me so well."

If you have long hair, he'll wrap it around his hand, occasionally tug on it if you're being impatient. Short hair gets tugged on too.

And he'll click his tongue.

"Tsk tsk, kitten, you're going too fast."

He'll cup your cheeks with his long fingers.

"I want you to take it nice... and... slow..."

Xavier

A lover who chokes around his length would drive Xavier insane.

Oh, he's not gonna be gentle about it because he loves, loves seeing the tears cling to your lashes, your lips stretched out around his cock.

He loves seeing your efforts.

His hand is always on the top of your head, sometimes gripping your hair. And he holds you down on his cock every now and then. (With consent, of course. If you don't like that, he definitely won't.)

"That's it, princess. Look at how pretty you look, with your mouth around my cock."

He has to hold back so he won't thrust into your throat when you gag. He doesn't want to hurt you, of course. He wants you to feel good too.

He cums in your mouth and you struggle to swallow it all, just like you struggled with his length.

"You're so messy, my starlight. So pretty."

Caleb

Caleb wants your mouth around his cock so bad but he doesn't want you to hurt yourself :(

"Take it slow, pips, you don't have to take it whole."

He'll try so bad to keep his hips still for you.

And he's so full of praises. He pets your hair through it.

"You look so pretty."

"You're taking me so well."

"Your mouth feels so so good."

"I've thought about this before. Yeah, you, with my cock in your mouth. You look even prettier than I imagined."

He catches the tears that fall from your eyes. Thrusts into your mouth only when he's sure he won't hurt you. He's very eager to let you use him, let you suck on his cock like a popsicle but the way you want it.

You swallow him down once and he's done for, cumming down your throat while letting out the prettiest moans.

[suguann]

an. part two of this | masterlist

You tell him you broke up with your boyfriend while he’s away for work, bunked up in a safe house in the middle of nowhere with shit reception, hearing your words as clear as day as if they weren’t the chopped-up version coming through his burner phone.

“It just…didn’t work out.”

It didn’t work out.

He pretends his stomach doesn’t pleasantly twist because he’d expected it to happen eventually. He’s not happy about it—although it does make the desert heat more bearable in his heavy tactical gear—and tells Soap to fuck off when he comments on it.

It was a one-time fuck because Simon doesn’t date. He’s tried in the past before he met you—the flowers, the late-night dinners—but with him being gone almost every other month (sometimes longer, shorter if he’s lucky), it never works out in the end. Sleeping with you twice would fall under that category, the quasi-relationship kind, and make everything messier than it needs to be. 

Just some fun, no strings, those are the words he promised.

If only he believed them.

He does, for all of two weeks until he’s home again, and it’s summer, so you’re wearing a flowy dress that shows off the long expanse of your legs. 

(He’s a goner—not even sure why he tried to think otherwise.)

That one time he’d promised turns into a second, both of you stumbling into your apartment after a night out. The music from the pub still thumping loudly underneath your floor as he pushes you against the front door, hands in your hair—on your waist, underneath your skirt, down your thigh to hitch it over his waist—teasing your mouth open with a swipe of his tongue across your bottom lip.

You make this delighted little noise in the back of your throat, arching into him, and his hand spans down your stomach, beneath your underwear, to nudge your messy clit with his knuckle, wanting to hear all the sounds you make now that he has you alone. 

A whiny cry of his name rewards him—jeans tightening around his waist at the sound—when his fingers go down, down until they press against your tight little hole, one finger pressing inside slowly. "If I make you cum, I get to fuck you here.”

You smile prettily, and it disarms him. “If you make me cum, you can fuck me however you want.”

Neither of you makes it to the bed, falling asleep on the living room floor instead, the blanket from the couch draped haphazardly over both of you with his arm curled over your waist.

That night had been a slip of judgment, a product of wanting something warm and soft after several months of only having his hand for company.

It happens again and again, and he keeps letting it happen until there’s no more hiding under the guise of just fun because it somehow turns into a lot more than that.

Simon can’t explain how it happens—maybe becoming something he can touch and hold and think about often—but he finds himself in an exclusive relationship with you that isn’t exactly a relationship because he’s unsure of the ins and outs that they entail.

(Always has been.)

His father was a shit role model, and it was always easier finding someone new who didn’t know his name or care about his scars and only wanted a nice fuck. There had never been any point in shooting for something serious when it was always out of the question for him, until now, that is.

He takes you to that over-rated restaurant overlooking the Thames Marcus never brought you to. A picture of you and him with the sunset in the background—your smile almost blinding in the photo—becomes his home screen, and he finds he doesn’t care when Soap has something to say about it.

He lets you do nonsensical shit, like buying small plants for his house that are surely going to die from him being gone before he comes up with the great idea to give you a key. It’s just a key.

(It’s more than just a key.)

Simon finds himself asking if he can come over more often throughout the week, which slowly moulds and shifts into nights filled with things other than sex—sleeping after a long day of work, cuddling on the couch, cooking together, going to the movies—he doesn’t try to make a big deal out of it because you used to hang out all the time without sex. 

(Somewhere, there’s a but in there.)

There’s still no label to whatever this is, and he wonders if you want him to be the first to say the thing you’ve both been dancing around for a little over…he can’t remember, but he knows it’s been long enough for your things to mix in with his at his house. 

Be with me because I’m yours, and you’re mine, that’s what he’s trying to say, and it’s never the right time. Men like him—a little broken, rough, and jagged around the edges sharp enough to cut—aren’t good with words like that.

(That’s what he thought.)

If he hadn’t seen you talking to a guy at the pub, eyes crinkling in that same sweet way whenever Simon makes you laugh, he wonders if he would’ve been the first to break from the start. He knows it’s your job as a bartender to be nice, but his jaw clicks at the sight of the guy leaning over the bar and into your space, almost too close.

The feeling doesn’t go away until he has you spread out on your mattress under him—clothes haphazardly peeled out of the way for him to put his mouth on you—your lips pursed tight around two of his fingers to give you something to focus on as his other hand works between your thighs, pressing down on your tongue when gurgled little sounds slip out.

He teases you with a small, pink vibrator he found inside your bedside table, your legs kicking out and toes curling into his calves.

“Mine. This is mine, love,” he groans, pressing you further into the bed with his weight. “Do you understand?”

You nod, tears pearling and leaking from the corner of your eyes.

“Lemme cum,” you whine, words muffled. “Simon, I want to cum. Please.”

He won’t lie that he’s close after jerking into his fist to the sight of you writhing on the sheets—swears he can feel his heartbeat throbbing against the back of his fingers—takes in your surprised expression when he pushes forward, impaling you on the first few inches of his cock.

His stomach twists from the squeal that escapes your throat, and fuck, your cunt, so hot and tight with little pulses that drive him crazy, only growing tighter when he turns up the speed on the vibrator.

“‘Mm, gonna cum. I’m—”

He grits his teeth as you start to flutter around his cock once he’s rooted inside you. “Go on—fuck—go on, love. Let me feel it.”

You look so perfect like this, like a dream: lips parted into an enticing little O with his name tumbling out in breathy mewls, tits hanging out from the bra he shoved to the side, eyes glassy and unfocused. 

“So fucking pretty.” He kisses your throat, panting into your sweat-slick skin, and it’s not long before he’s falling over the edge with you. 

Next time, he’ll have the courage to tell you: that you’re not someone he calls for a meaningless fuck on the weekend, that Simon misses you when he’s gone and can’t wait to come home, that he wants to try with you—except not when he’s balls deep and trembling inside your heavenly cunt.

But the smile he feels against his shoulder makes him think that maybe…

Maybe you already know.

[slut4thebroken]

Power

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

Pairing | Bucky Barnes x reader

Summary | Power is subjective.

Warnings | Smut, “enemies” with benefits, blurb, cunnilingus, fingering, begging, praise, light humiliation, teasing, ionno.

Words | 800+

Notes | Finally managed to write something even if it is just a tiny blurb🙃 (I’m moving in a day so I’ve been hella busy lol)

Ao3 link | <3

Masterlist

“Look at you… So desperate for it.” He purred, slowly curling his fingers against your walls, his left hand holding your hip down against the bed. “Poor thing…” His mocking tone made you mewl, your back arching away from the bed, pushing your hips down onto his hand. He chuckled softly, the sound making you shiver. 

You knew that Bucky liked having this power over you— being able to easily reduce you to a writhing mess on his fingers, mouth, and cock. It was satisfying for him. After the constant bickering and fighting, putting up with your bratty attitude, he could always put you in your place. You saw it differently though. 

“More.” You said through a breathy moan, your hips squirming. Bucky smirked, but laid down between your legs to start teasing your clit, sucking it into his mouth, flicking his tongue over it. Your hands moved down to his hair, tugging and pulling him closer as your head tilted back with a low moan. 

You had Bucky wrapped around your little finger. A quick flash of your puppy dog eyes and pouty lips, and he’d give you whatever you wanted. To you, that seemed like having more power. Was it a little embarrassing “submitting” to him? Obviously. But it always got you what you wanted so it was worth it. 

“Wanna come…” You whined, pulling on his hair and bucking your hips up into his face. He forced you back down, then pushed a third finger inside you, working his mouth more enthusiastically on your clit. 

“So greedy.” He mumbled against you, looking up at you from his place between your legs. “Are you gonna beg nice and pretty for me, doll?” 

You whined and pulled his face closer to your cunt, urging him to stop talking. To appease him, you nodded in agreement, focusing on your building orgasm. 

“Not so bratty now, are you, sweetheart?” You rolled your eyes and jerked his head against your pussy again in retaliation, making him chuckle low in his throat. 

He focused his attention back on your clit, wrapping his lips around it and sucking it into his mouth, pulsing rhythmically. His fingers remained steady inside you, curling up against that spot that made your eyes roll back in your head. 

“Bucky,” you whimpered. He groaned in response, the vibrations on your clit making your mewl desperately. “Please.” You gasped out.

“Say it, doll.” He muttered against your cunt before going back to sucking on your clit. 

“Please make me come… I need it.” You whined. For a moment, he didn’t say or do anything, he just continued his ministrations. You were rapidly approaching the edge though and you didn’t want to risk a punishment— sometimes if you were in the mood for a spanking or some rougher fucking, you’d purposefully disobey him and get what you wanted indirectly, but right now you just wanted to come. “Please! Bucky, please let me come!” 

The smirk on his face both infuriated you and turned you on even more. “Go ahead, baby. Be a good girl and come for me.” He finally said. 

“Thank you…” You whimpered, focusing on getting closer to the edge now. As spit and your arousal built up, the sounds coming from between your legs were completely obscene. You were blushing furiously, but you couldn’t deny how hot it was combined with your moans and Bucky’s grunts. 

Your orgasm crashed over you suddenly, forcing a loud moan out of you as your grip on his hair tightened painfully. You pulled him impossibly closer, still practically humping his mouth and hand, even with him pinning your hips to the bed. He growled against your clit at the feeling of your walls fluttering around his thick fingers as they curled relentlessly inside you, working you through it until the very end. 

As the pleasure faded, your body melted into the bed, sated and breathless. You whimpered softly when he carefully pulled his fingers out of your sensitive cunt, putting them in his mouth without hesitation, groaning at the taste of you. With a lazy smirk, he crawled up over your body, hovering above you. 

“You all fucked out now, baby?” He cooed mockingly. You just blushed and nodded in response, staring up at him with glazed, half-lidded eyes. “Yeah? Too fucked out to take my cock?” This time you shook your head and he grinned. “Atta girl…”

When he kissed you, the taste of yourself still lingering on his tongue, you moaned softly and draped your arms over his shoulders, pulling him down even closer. 

Sure, he was able to easily make you come apart on just his mouth and fingers— but watching him work for it? Knowing he’d do anything just to hear your sounds and draw every last ounce of pleasure from you? That was power. And it was yours. 

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

(18+) horny brainrot & hcs about the men I write for..

includes: bucky barnes, logan howlett, matt murdock, miguel o’hara, moon boys, peter quill, pietro maximoff, spencer reid, tangerine

fem!reader, mdni

cw. mentions of edging, blow jobs, dry humping, cock warming, oral (f receiving) fingering/ clit play, pinv sex

bucky barnes: likes to eat you out after you've had a bad day. he likes to listen to you try to formulate words describing the details of your day while his tongue flicks over your clit - the feel making your mind blank and hazy. he loves listening to you restart your sentences over and over and over because you keep cutting yourself off with noises - with moans

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logan howlett: likes to play with your clit while he’s fucking you. palm resting on your public bone, thumb extended down to your clit — the motion slow and unrushed. each little circle and swirl matches the pace of his strokes, his cock fucking into you. the sensation of his dual touch earning him all your beautiful sounds and noises. every little one acting as fuel, as his momentum to keep going for you.

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matt murdock: he knows the moment just as you're about to let go. he listens to your body, to your heart - listens to it pick up in rhythm, to it pump wildly just before that moment. he listens to your breathing stagger and heighten, listens to the change in your body, to your muscles seize and tense. though that's all he lets you feel. he snatches himself away just as you're about to cum - pulling away his cock or tongue or fingers, not allowing you that sweet moment of release. he plays with you, endlessly working you up until you're just shy of your orgasm, then yanks himself away - listening to you whine and protest, panting wildly. he tells you he'll be nice on you and let you cum, but it'll be the same story again. working you up impossibly more, leaving you on the cusp of your high

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miguel o'hara: he won't always fuck you with the full length of his dick. sometimes, he's just too much for you to take, so you have to satiate your need with just the tip of his cock. he'd keep his fat head wedged snuggly inside you, not moving or giving you any friction you desperately need. only placing his thumb over your clit, circling it slowly as he essentially uses his tip as a plug. he'd look down at you almost pitifully, cooing at you when you'd pout and whine, trying to take more of him. but he won't allow it - placing a large hand on your hip, stilling you as he continues to toy with your clit

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moon boys: they make you wear a blindfold while they take turns fucking you. you have to figure out who is fronting solely by their touch - no talking, no communicating, no nothing. you have to differentiate them by their strokes and rhythm, by the way they fuck you, by how they touch and caress you. they don't like being mistaken for one another, so you best not guess wrong - they won't be so lenient with you

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peter quill: a lazy, heated makeout in bed under the covers. both wearing comfy, cozy underwear, quill hovering atop, your legs wrapped around his hips - keeping him snug to you. kissing each other carnally, all slow and sloppy, breathy muffled moans into one another's mouths as he nudges his clothed chub-on on your pussy. leisurely winding his rock-hard cock against the pit of heat between your thighs. one hand on your throat deepening the kiss, the other holding your hand beside your head

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pietro maximoff: before you both get down and dirty one night, he'd pull out a deep, dark red lipstick from his nightstand, asking you to put some on before you suck him off. he loves to see the red kisses scattered along his chest and stomach - your lipstick marks littered over his pale skin as you work down to settle between his thighs. he'd smear the red over your mouth, his thumb dragging over your slightly bruised lips - smudging the lipstick around. he keeps his eyes glued on you the whole time, watching the way your mouth wraps around his cock, leaving a messy red ring at the base - streaks running up his shaft

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spencer reid: enjoys the intimacy of touch during sex. loves the feeling of your fingers in his messy curls, your hand soft and gentle on his face as his cock rocks into you. it would all be slow and sweet - the encounter so leisured and unrushed. the steady wind of his hips into yours and the warmth of each of your hands on one another faces, creating a beautifully tender moment

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tangerine: loves to play with your cunt while he's sat behind. you'd lean into him against the headboard, your back resting against his chest, one of his arms tightly wrapped around your middle, the other between your thighs. he'd extend his neck, reaching around to kiss up the side of your throat, peppering your skin in soft, light kisses as he lazily rubs over your clit. middle and ring finger leisurely circling over the swollen nub. just him mindlessly toying with you as he kisses your cheek, whispering sweet words into your skin as he palms your tits with his spare hand

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had some of these ideas floating around for ages, but never done anything with them��so finally finally wrote about the brainrot that’s been eating me up

added bucky and reid mar 5th

added logan oct 11th

[bbokicidal]

Who You Are | SKZ [B.C]

a new mini-series where I list some random head canons about the boys based on facts we know about them/can catch onto from media.

genre: fluff / tiny angst pairing: Bangchan x GN!Reader warnings: none

I just noticed there's some like. random facts/things the boys do/how they behave that aren't really talked about in fics on here so I'm doing a mini-series to fix that.

Chan | Lino | Changbin | Hyune | Jisung | Felix | Seungmin | Jeongin

Something more commonly known - This man is SUPER into hugs! Affection in general, but HUGS. Even if it's just hanging on you, he's always happy to be hugging you whether it's something casual and he's just holding on for fun - or if it's more intimate or even comforting. He just really, really likes having you in his arms whenever he can.

Please bake for him. Lix doesn't have a lot of free time these days so his baking duties go to you instead - especially when Chan is whining quietly to himself that the cookies he bought from the store are too hard for his liking. Make him soft cookies - the chocolate chip ones that are gooey, fall apart and melt on his tongue. He wants those types of cookies, please.~

His 'I need to be behind everyone so I can see where they're at' habit also goes for you as well. Whether you're with the group or on your own, Chan's always walking either right beside you or behind you. He loves holding your hand and being close to you of course but he almost prefers walking behind you sometimes because he can actually see you without having to turn his head or side eye you like he's judging whatever it is you're doing. He just needs to have you in his eyesight if you're out and about - who knows what could happen.

If you need something fixed - he's your guy! The boys have said before that Chan is a great mechanic when it comes to fixing wiring for electronics, if a TV or computer isn't working, even other household appliances. And when he's done fixing it all up, he'll organize the cords so that they're neat and aren't too tangled. He leaves it looking brand new every time, even if your television is almost 8 years old. (He gives it a little clean while he's there.)

Chan is wildly good at pretending that he isn't sick even if he is. Or, worse off, while he's injured. Sometimes he overdoes it while working out or maybe he just slipped up and dropped a weight or his wrist bent when he was boxing with Minho; Either way, he is too good at hiding the pain he's enduring. The only time he's open about it and vocalizes how much he's hurting is if it's something more severe; And even then you have to convince him to go in to get it looked at.

Man has a really hard time taking compliments. While you might think it's funny - the way he shies away from your words and gets pink in the cheeks - Chan finds it a little too much; Overwhelming, actually. He'll eventually ask you to maybe tone it down with the teasing, the over complimenting, etc - because while he does appreciate it all, it's just overstimulating for him. It makes his mind reel and whirl with thoughts of 'I need to continue being this accomplished because if I don't, I'll let them down.' and nobody likes having those thoughts plaguing their mind 24/7.

^ Instead of direct compliments that are detailed, i.e. "Chan, you looked so good today! Your hair looked incredible and the outfit you picked out was perfect!" - Chan would rather a simple, "You look really nice today." A simple, sweet acknowledgement of the effort he puts into things whether it be his work, outfits, dates, whatever - is plenty enough for him to feel praised and appreciated.

But while we're on the topic, he does get a little bit pouty if you don't acknowledge something he thought he put a lot of effort into. For example; There was a time he had picked out a new shirt just to match the one you wore for a little date-day he had planned for you and when you didn't notice, he got quiet and a pout settled on his lips until you asked him what was wrong.

The good news is, with this situation, Chan is extremely good at communication. He can tell you, without making you feel bad, that he feels a little unappreciated when you don't notice things he does either for you or with you - or even in general.

Chan also just loves feeling needed. He loves it when you seek him out for advice, to vent, or just to talk to. He thrives off of feeling like he is doing a service to people even if he's just sitting there and listening to you babble about something you got into recently and really like.

He is also quite the perfectionist. Not to the point of him needing to plan every little detail down to the T; But he does take everything into account especially if it has to do with his work. But -- this also applies to dates! He's going to plan your date as well as he absolutely can and he's going to do it in a way that almost prevents anything from going wrong.

That being said, he's also very respectful and willing to listen to anything you have to say, ever. Which means he's more than happy to hear you out with your own date ideas; You feed him your little date fantasies and in turn, he'll make them become your reality!

Chan's mood also determines the atmosphere most of the time. When he walks in the room and it's clear he's not having a great day, people tend to understand that it isn't a good time to pick on him or touch him. Most just give him space. You, though; You're one of the only people he'll ease up on if you come close or cuddle up to him. You're like a little exception.

Chan is a huge fan of Dreamcatcher! If he has the opportunity, he wants to go and see them - which is something you overhear while visiting the studio one day. You end up buying him a concert ticket as a birthday present, even though he probably could've gone for free being in the industry and all - but he highly appreciates it and is almost in tears with how much joy he feels when he sees the ticket. He can't help but ball up his fists and wave his hands around in excitement, eyeing the ticket so hard like he's afraid it'll disappear if he blinks or looks away.

Chan has a fascination and heavily enjoys - drones. He owns a few, or - use to - maybe just one now. Either way, he really enjoys getting to control them and watching them whip around when other people are in control instead. The first time he introduces you to his drone, which he has named (comment what you think he would name it), he insists you try to fly it on your own. When you're too nervous and afraid you'll break it, because it IS expensive, he waves off your worries and helps you control it with his hands laid over top of your own.

During a Trivia event held by the boys in Changbin & Hyunjin's apartment, Jeopardy style of course, Changbin asked a question in which contestants (you, Seungmin, & Jisung) had to name what program Chan uses for Producing. You ding the bell before Jisung has a chance - and Seungmin is completely clueless - and to Jisung's dismay, get the answer right. "Cubase!" Chan's eyes widen in surprise at your knowledge and though he isn't sure how you know that, he's flattered for some reason. Meanwhile, Jisung is clutching his hair in his hands and crying, "How do you even know that?!"

During one year for Christmas, Chan found himself being gifted with a brand new bottle of the Kilian "Back to Black" perfume. He instinctively turned to thank Jeongin, who grew confused as to why his Hyung was doting on him, before claiming he didn't gift that to him. Chan sits back deadpan and turns to look at you instead, where you're sitting next to Felix with a giggly grin. Chan knew you liked his cologne - he was well aware, as you were always huffing his scent when the two of you hugged - but he wasn't aware you knew the name of it. Unless you went snooping...

[nerdsnuff]

KEI TSUKISHIMA BOYFRIEND HCS. gender neutral reader, fluff, no warnings.

icl i had fun with this also fun fact i wrote this before my drabble (which i linked in here LOL that one pointer was so good i had to write a whole moment for it) THIS IS AN OLD DRAFT

☽ SLOWBURN KING. it WILL take awhile for you to date him. but that’s okay, just don’t give up on him trust. will definitely deny his feelings for you… but he doesn’t mean it one bit! he just has a difficult time showing affection and being vulnerable at first. treat him nice even if he’s mean to you! seems unfair, sure, but honestly if you snap back he’ll learn where his place is. sooo don’t be too much of a pushover! he just likes getting under your skin cause he thinks it’s fun.

☽ a good way to woo him is to flatter him. yup! absolutely he’ll tell you to shut up when you compliment him, but his face gets all blushy, heheh. (you should make fun of him)

tsukishima blinks as he hears a compliment fall from your lips, telling him how cool and impressive he is, and how you can really see he’s getting super good! he clicks his tongue and looks away. “shut up” is all he can muster in a weak tone. even if you can’t see his face the tips of his ears are bright pink, making his embarrassment clear as day.

☽ yamaguchi is the best wingman and your guys’ biggest supporter! he knows tsukishima has feelings for you and would keep nagging him about it (much to his dismay)

☽ you’d most likely have to be the one to confess. going to yamaguchi for help is just a natural process honestly (GIGGLES)

he laughs a little as you clasp your hands together, begging him to PLEASE tell you how to actually attract this annoyingly hot blonde. “hey,” he starts, voice soft. “he already likes you, y’know? sorry to spoil that but—i just wanted to assure you! so whatever you do… and however you say it, it’d be good in his book, i’m sure!” he says this nervously, yet simultaneously remaining confident in his own words of advice.

☽ once you date it may take a bit to fully melt the ice. as i said, slowburn king. yes even until the beginning of the relationship. but don’t worry, he likes you so much. his pale skin is always pink around you! if you ever doubt it, the best thing to do is have a serious talk with him about it, it’ll help him lower his walls.

☽ loves you a lot but shows it discreetly… holding fingertips, showing you random songs (cause they remind him of you), teasingly ruffling your hair, sharing stuff with you, etc.

☽ always smiles when talking to you. he only smiles around a very specific group of people and it’s also rare sight, but you always make him smile very often and very bright.

☽ of course he’ll share his headphones with you. and you know how it is, HEADPHONES OFF AROUND YOU! he’ll listen to everything you say.

☽ he gets his romantic advice from love songs. so he may be stupid sometimes in the romantic department.

☽ would love music recs from you. he might be picky with the genre, but has the will to try anything, no matter how heavy or slow. (…or bad)

“what the fuck is this?” he asks, a disgusted look on his face as you hold your stomach, dying from laughter. “‘my name is david’? these are the shittiest lyrics i’ve ever heard in my life turn this off” he says, scrabbling for your phone on the edge of the bed.

☽ MATCHING THINGS!!!! oh he looves that. the day he suddenly buys you matching charms you shat yourself a little. cause though he wont admit it, he likes enjoying and understanding the same things as the people he cares about.

☽ lowkey has trust issues sometimes, it’s not too big but it’s best to show him just how much you really can be counted on! DON’T EVER BREAK HIS TRUST. lying is a BIG NO. seriously…

☽ don’t judge him for his past when he tells it to you… dont downplay it, hed be upset. he knows it’s not too much of a big deal, but still, feeling betrayed by your idol feels tough, y’know?

☽ acts like he doesn’t wanna do shit but he does. he just has this stupid cool guy act. but once you get under that he’s a cutiepie

[caramelpeaching]

COCCINEUM — (park sunghoon)

pairing. vampire!sunghoon x human!reader

word count. 7k

genre. smut (with plot)

warnings. blood mentions (he's a vampire), dom!sunghoon, oral (f. & m. receiving), hair pulling, spanking (just one smack tbh), fingering, degrading & praise (not much, he's just a little mean sometimes), multiple orgasms (f.), overstimulation, pet names, a little of aftercare, reader's best friend is a dick

synopsis. There's nothing weirder than coming home from shopping at night and remembering absolutely nothing, but what if a pretty face makes you remember everything? Maybe the weirdest thing was him all this time.

Walking alone through the empty streets during night time wasn't something that made people feel comfortable, and you weren't the exception. Your ears pricked up with every little noise, and when something cracked, your head turned to that direction.

Nothing.

There was nothing behind you, nothing that would have cracked a single tree branch that was now laying on the paved ground. Your grip on your bag tightened, ready to start running away as far as you could from that almost completely dark alley. The first time you thought about it it didn't seem as bad of an idea to shortcut through this barely iluminated one. Your steps quickened, but when you were halfway crossing it, the only postlight flickered a few times, finally turning off in front of your eyes. And he knew it was his time to act.

A hand wrapped its fingers around your wrist, turning you around and pressing your back against one of the walls of the buildings that formed the alley. A sudden urge to flee the scene hit you like a cold water bucket being thrown on your face, your free hand still holding the bag they gave you at the 24h shop, and a quick swing from it gave you hopes of leaving.

The guy smirked at your attempt of self-defense, stopping the swing with his other arm, covering the side of his face. "That wasn't a very nice thing to do, hm?" His voice was nothing more than a whisper, sending chills down your back. And at the feeling of your knees and feet trying to land some hits on his legs, which you oblivious to it all thought were pretty much good kicks, his features only got slightly annoyed. With knitted perfect brows, he talked to you again. "You're a troublesome. Stop struggling, be good and avoid moving, you'll end up hurting yourself more."

"No! Let me go!" You shouted, letting the bag land with a loud thud onto the ground. Taking advantage of your new freely hand, you pressed it hard against his cheek, pushing his face away some inches. "Go away! What do you even want?!"

He complained with a low growl, both of your hands on top of your head, pinned to the wall in less than a second . "What do I want?" It was a sarcastic tone, mocking you. "For you to shush and make things easier for both of us. I'm starving."

"Take it all then, take the whole bag!" Your eyes wandered to the ground, some snacks boxes fell out of the plastic and now were all over the paved street.

"Do I seem like the type of guy to eat that shit?"

His words rumbled on your eardrums, the sigh of that cocky grin appearing again on the commissure of his lips, revealing his teeth. Long, sharp fangs emerging from his gums, upper ones passing his lower lip. Scoffing was all you could do, incredulous at what you were seeing. "Nice joke." You mumbled, not too sure if it actually was one, they looked so real.

The tall guy used his other hand to yank your hair and pull your head to the side, getting a gasp from your side and leaving an open espace to fit his face. "I'm upset you think it's a joke, but if you want to believe so... Whatever makes you the happiest, doll." A shiver started at your neck and ended at your toes when the warmes of a bigger and harder tongue licked a small spot near to your collarbone, making you freeze. "Finally noticed how real this is, huh?" He chuckled.

You shook your head from side to side, refusing to process that it was all real as he was telling you. "Please. Please, don't." A little whisper slipped out of your throat, his face lifting when he heard your pleas, eyes glowing in a now redish tone, different from his previous dark color.

"Don't what? You need to be more specific about this one."

Each time his voice entered your ears and the vibrations reached the deepest point in them you could feel how you lost yourself, little by little. The tone of his voice, the shimmer in his eyes as he looked at yours, the way his claws brushed on your scalp, and how good it felt his wet muscle over your sensitive skin, right above the pulse of your carotid artery. "D-don't bite me." You finally begged.

His face disappeared again on your neck, his fangs tracing patters, lines that went up and down on a single path. "How hopeful are you? Or maybe just a dumb little prey." Soft nibbles were left around that same wet spot. "Did you just ask a vampire not to bite you while we're like this, pretty?" Something caught his attention, because one more time those eyes that your body was starting to be forced to love, scanned your traits. "Oh? What are those? Shhh..." He shushed you, the tip of his tongue cleaning all of the tears that had your cheeks stained. The moment he finished, a sweeter smile was directed to you. "Come on, I know you can behave. You're already half lost, it's not like you can do anything else. I'll make it hurt as little as possible, alright? That's it, just nod for me."

Like he asked you to do, you did no more shaking of your head, just nods. Your tears got wiped away just to feel the warmth of his saliva instead, or maybe what stayed over your puffy cheeks was a mix of both.

When he saw how you stayed still, completely drunk on his essence, he let go of your hair and wrists. Your eyes closed and a sting made you whine, holding his shoulder as tightly as you could, a weak grasp if you were to ask him later. The side of your face pressing lightly on top of his hair as he bit down and after a good half a minute, the needles-like fangs came out of the new holes of your neck. "How are you feeling?" He asked, detaching from you just while he spoke, returning to lap over the two marks, cleaning all the blood that escaped after he ended the bite. You hummed, eyes still closed. "Need you to answer me. I might be a bloodsucker, and I'm sorry for that. But I'm not a killer." He cupped your cheek, holding your face up to make eye contact with you once he stood up straight. "Now tell me, what's your name?" Your name came out in a murmur, not having too much strenght to answer his question. "And what time is it now, more or less?"

"It's... it's 2AM?" You replied, more like a question, because you had no idea of how much time had passed since you left the convenience store. "Good. Yes, it's 2AM. And I think it's time for you to head back home, something bad could happen to you." He said, almost like if being bitten by a vampire wasn't something to be worried, or like if he wasn't the one that did so. He left your body pressed on the wall to crouch down and pick up the bag that fell from your hand time ago. "Here, you remember where your house is?" He handed it to you. "Y-yeah, yeah." You could notice how the tingles that covered your whole neck finally stopped, and that half-drunk state you were induced also started to vanish from your system. And like that, with a bit of his help, you took the firsts step towards your destination.

Weeks went by and the memories from that weird walk back home weren't returning to your mind in the slightest, everything was a blank in your mind. To be fair it was more like a red, because one thing was clear, that iron taste on the deepests parts of your throat lasted for the next three days. The more you thought about it the less clear things appeared to be, your clothes were all good placed, nothing from your bag disappeared, and not a single bruise was left on your skin. But a pretty face always seemed to be part of your foggy memories. Pale tone, dark hair, dark ey-

"Hey, what are you thinking about?" A strong voice made presence in your bedroom. Clouds evaporated your mind while your eyes followed his steps, closer to your bed. "Don't tell me you have a new guy." Your friend lightly chuckled.

"Oh, come on. I would have told you if that was the case." You joked with him, moving your hand in the air in front of you as a way of denying his assumptions.

"You know, if you need anything you can just tell me." He winked back, that grin he always had while trying to flirt with you, even though you couldn't count with the fingers of your hand how many times you have told him you weren't interested.

You rolled your eyes, holding back a frustated laugh. "Sure, sure." And by the time your eyes finished blinking to open back again, he grabbed you by your forearm, pulling you up and handing you that tight dress you said you'd be wearing for tonight. Just to go out with him to a random modern pub in the middle of the town. "Okay, I'll get going."

"Perfect, don't want us to be late."

Nodding your head while you stepped inside of your bathroom and closing the door behind you, you sighed. Your makeup was already done, so all that was left was getting dressed. The main reason you were going out past midnight was only him, he asked you to go together, enthusiastic. So you couldn't bring yourself to reply with a single no to your childhood friend, and here you were.

Loud music banged your head, the mix of the alcohol and a bunch of people wasn't as a great idea as your friend told you. His hand was already around your waist, his lips closer than they ever were and on the current state nothing was seen like a bad action anymore.

"Should have stayed at your apartment, hm?" You ears barely understood his slurred speech, and if he was like that, yours was probably the same since both of you drank exactly what the other one orderer.

"But we're having fun, so I gues- Oh! It's him! I think it's him!" Your eyes widened, quickly pulling away from your drinking partner and pushing people on your way to reach for that tall guy.

You were able to hear the calls of your name, not paying much attention to him. Once that handsome looks were in front of you again, you reached for his arm, his jacket between your fingers. And you were met with a surprised stare. "Do you-" He cough, trying to get away from your grip. "I think you got the wrong person."

You blinked your eyes a few times while you took in all of his traits, you remembered that moles, the way his lips moved and the way they got closer and closer to your neck.

No.

They weren't getting closer to you, he was indeed trying to run away from you, waiting for the moment in which you let his jacket go. But you could swear they got closer at you at some point.

You shook your head, looking up into his eyes. "You're the guy from that night! What did you do to me? I can't remember anything, you must have drugge-!"

This time his fingers were the ones pressing against your body, to your mouth, covering it before your screams continued. Screams that were saying something he didn't even do to you. "You are drunk, think before you accuse me of doing such thing." He furrowed his brows, holding your stare. His eyes made you want to trip and fall all over him, who wouldn't want that? But there was something else apart from that frustation gaze over you, or perhaps it was just your drunk self trying to see things. Either way, you sensed a bit of fear in them.

A fist crossed between your bodies, hitting 'hard' against his chest. Reactions very different from one side to the other, a small grunt from the guy and a few messed up words from part of your friend, who you didn't know how he got to you in the first place. And finally the people around of you doing an 'oooh', loud enough to catch the stares of what you supposed was a bouncer. Big shoulders approaching towards the three of you and kicking you out like if he was throwing away a feather from his clothes.

"I did nothing! He was harrassing my girl, yeah, that was what he was doing!" Your friend claimed, shouting at the bouncer under the tired eyes of the other guy, arms crossed in front of his chest, not even attemption to touch you.

The bouncer left, leaving you three out in the cold of the night. "I'm not your girl." You mumbled, pointing a finger at your male friend.

He replied with a groan, shrugging his shoulder, completely changed demeanor. "Weren't saying the same back there." A hand placed on your hips, dangerously getting closer to your buttock.

You were quick enough to grab it before he could actually squeeze it, pulling it up and then off your body. "It wasn't like that. I didn't... Just forget about it." Your voice lowered, not feeling that comfortable to speak with him again about the theme in which he was so persisent, even most of your female friends told you to stop hanging out with him.

During a normal day, he would have backed up, laughing away the situation and not mencioning it for at least a whole day. But tonight wasn't the case. He took hold of your arm, keeping you close to him and tilting his chin up a bit, towering over you. You tried to step back one more time, not wanting to engage into an argument with him or into whatever he was planning on doing. "We both know you really want it, stop acting like this."

His words were much more than your patience could take and a pull from your side was enough to make him do the same. With the slight difference that his was stronger. And with a wrong step on your high heels your knees ended up on the ground, he releasing you from his grip.

A figure grew quickly from the ground, the guy that before was sitting on the end of the street, feet touching the road and arms over knees, was now in front of you. He held a hand to you while giving you his back, facing your friend, making a shield between the two of you. "She doesn't want to, drop it."

"What the hell would you know?!"

"She just told you." He replied, helping you get up when you took his hand. "You're both drunk, just go to your house and eat something."

"I'm not gonna leave her alone with you, creep." You saw how the chest of your friend grew bigger from behind the guy's back, his hand still holding yours, not letting you go from his side.

"And I'm not gonna leave her alone with a drunk man either."

Five minutes after that, you three were at the bus stop, waiting for the night bus to arrive since none of you brought a car, direction to your house they said.

Your eyes slowly opened, a snore heard a few rooms away. You were at your apartment, the alarm clock marked past 5AM, an unusual hour to wake up.

The last thing you remembered from last night was you giving the unknown dude your keys because you weren't able to open your own door. So with a slow movement you sat up on your bed, your image on the mirror telling you that the dress was still on. The first steps after standing up always felt weird, even more now that your mind was between being drunk and having a hangover, but you made your way to the living room successfully.

"What are you doing awake?" A voice received you, his eyes fixated on you before you fully stepped out of the hallway.

"Could ask the same." You marked, leaning against the wall, eyes fighting to be completely open.

He cleared his throat, nervous, then moved his head towards the body of your friend lying on the couch, snoring. "Need to look after both of you, I don't know what he is capable of doing."

"But aren't you sleepy at all?" Your eyebrow raised, scanning him. He was sitting at the armchair next to the couch, one of his legs over his other knee and his phone between his hands.

"Not really." He simply stated. "But you should go back to sleeping."

"I'll go later, now I'm curious. What's your name?"

"Sunghoon."

A silence settled on the room after his answer, your arms crossing in front of you. "You didn't ask mine, so you already know." His lips parted, ready to speak up, but you started before. "I know you were the one from that night. I can hardly remember things, just speak up about what happened, you're literally on the living room of my home."

"I can't." He hesitated, looking away from your eyes.

"You can, or I'll go to the police, now I know your name."

"No need, I swear. I just..." His hands pushed back his hair, fingers between his dark locks. He sighed, shaking his head. "Hear me out, I really can't."

You stepped closer, ready to ask again, when a humming sound turned both of your stares towards your friend, sleeping. Taking a deep breath, you calmed yourself down. If he wanted to hurt you, you'd have already been hurt. So you ended up walking, looking down at him and grabbing his jacket from his arm, just like you did at the pub. He stood up, not bothering to put resistance when you guided him to the hallway. "Now explain." You whispered.

His expression was unpleasant, brows knitted just a little, shoulders rigid and his fingers expanding and contracting from time to time. "You wouldn't believe me, there's no sense in trying to explain. Now, please go back to sleep." He hissed the last sentence, his right hand forming a fist around the edge of his jacket.

"At least try it. All you're achieving like this is for me to get angrier."

He gulped, another shook, the front strands of his hair waving at the same pace.

The hand that left his jacket when you brought him to the hallway returned back to it, bringing him a bit closer, making him look at you. "Spit it out."

"Stop it." He snapped at you, holding your wrist back. "Are you that curious to know?"

"Yeah, I am. I want to know why the fuck I don't remember shit from a night and the last thing I saw was your stupid face."

"Good, because I'm hungry."

You turned into confussion, about to signal towards the kitchen when the hand previously on your wrist took your waist, turning you to have your back against the wall. He half crouched, the index finger of his other hand brushing over your knee, making you squirm, it hurt. Your mind connected dots, the only way of you to have a bruise there was the moment you fell in front of the pub's doors.

"Tasted so good last time. That idiot put to waste some of it." He whispered, complaining. And then he placed his pointer on the tip of his tongue, closing his eyes at the contact. Eyes widening, you tried to move, but his grip was too strong to fight back, so you submerged your own fingers in his hair. "I'm sorry." He muttered before the whole surface of his tongue licked up your bruised knee. Legs shaking at the feeling, and just to make it worse, sloppy wet kisses followed after the lick, each one higher up your inner thigh.

"W-what...?" The air inside of your lungs left you as your only word escaped your lips.

He grabbed your hips, keeping you pressed against the wall and slowly lifting your leg up to place it over his shoulder. "Keep your legs like that, I know it's not the most comfortable one, but it's been a time since I bit down here."

Your brain felt blank, no reaction, no words, no complains, just nods. And the beginning of a pool forming on your underwear.

"Don't scream, you'll wake him up. And I don't want any interruptions until I'm full." Another nod. The kisses transformed into him dragging his teeth over your skin, then soft nibbles, and at the end there were only two fangs digging on your inner thigh, making their way through blood vessels.

You pulled his hair, tears rolling down your cheeks and falling down on your chest, some of them ending at his scalp even. The effort you put into not separating your lips and cry out his name was huge. His fangs pulled out, the numbing feeling too obvious to pass unnoticeable, but his wet muscle now lapped over the two dots that you still hadn't seen. When his head raised and his eyes checked yours, the feeling of a sticky, wet trail went down your thigh until it reached the floor.

His finger cleaned the blood trail, sucking on it after bringing it to his mouth and pulling it out making a 'pop' noise. His thumb reaching out for the inner part again and slowly massaging where he bit the previous seconds. "You wouldn't have believed me." He murmured, keeping it quiet as well to not wake up the sleeping drunk at the couch.

Speechless, you looked down at the two marks, slowly healing in front of your eyes. "Why-" You stopped, breath hitching because of the crying from before. "Why I don't remember anything?"

"Do you think you'd have slept fine if you knew there were bloodsuckers all around at night, searching for someone in the dark to sink their teeth?" Eyes still down, you shook your head, no verbal response to his question. "Then that's why."

"How? I mean, yeah. How? Why are you a... vampire?"

"I was turned into one, that's the main reason."

"No, but- None of this makes any sense."

He scoffed. "I know." Getting up from the floor and wrapping his hands around both of your sides to help you stand up in front him. You mentally thanked him, he was the one who made your leg numb.

"So, you were there to bite someone?" You questioned him, keeping one of your hands over his shoulder to wait until you felt your limb again.

"Eat. Don't say it like that, if I wasn't hungry I wouldn't do it."

"But it's what you do."

"I don't care. I just do it to eat, it's not like I can choose to stop doing it. I tried starving myself the night I saw you, I feel better knowing you don't remember how it started."

Head tilting to the side and frowning, you asked him. "Why would you starve yourself?"

He ran his fingers through his hair one more time. "I tried to. But now I know it doesn't work at all." You just stared back at his face, as if telling him to keep explaining it. "I couldn't hold it back. I ended up biting the first person that crossed past the street, you." His factions were almost disgusted, probably at himself. "I mean, it's your nature. We all have to eat, like you like to say it, you just do it differently."

"You thought I was trying to rape you." He spat out, looking at your eyes for a moment, his breath shaky. "Each time I've done it I get them to forget the sick part where they are bitten by someone that they think it's just a human. But I was so out of my damned mind that I couldn't do it right to you."

"Hey, hey. Calm down." Your hand landed softly over his shoulder, pointing to the living room with your head.

He sighed, nodding, but still freaking out about it. "You don't get it. What if one day I lose complete control?"

"You won't." You tried to reassure him, not too sure of what to say. The way his eyes looked so desperate made your heart ache for some reason still unknown. All you knew about this guy was his name, and that he was a vampire. "You can... you can bite me whenever you need it."

His eyes widened in shock, looking for any sign of regret in your words.

"Thank you."

Your nails were digging on the fabric of his sweatpants while his lips pressed against the inner part of your forearm. It had been almost two weeks since you promised to let him feed from your own blood, and here he was, last week was the same, maybe a little more uncomfortable.

"Ready?" Sunghoon asked in a low tone, the warmth of his breath mixing with your wet skin from his saliva. You nodded, the grip on his pants tightening, preparing yourself for the weird feeling. And sharp fangs perfored you again, in a new spot. The marks from the last times were already gone, it was true that thanks to him even the bruise you had on your knee from that fall healed in just two days.

With eyes closed, you gulped. Blood pumping faster through your veins at the anxiety you started to feel due to holding back the whines your throat wanted to release. He made a soft noise, vibrating over your forearm, letting you know that he was feeling it as well. Your belly flooded with butterflies at his sound, not able to keep biting down on your lower lip and letting out a cry. And after a first one, the rest just came out.

One of his hands reached down to brush his thumb on your palm, moving your hand as his lips continued sucking blood out of your body to finally interwind his fingers with yours, now your nails switched to dig on his hand instead of the fabric.

Having you like that, he lasted a little more than a minute until his fangs were dragged out of the flesh, cleaning any drop that fell out. "Look at me, are you doing alright?"

His words made you lift your eyelids, meeting with his gaze between a courtain of tears that accumulated on your eyes. Your lips closed as quickly as you remembered the situation, cheeks flushed while thinking about how he heard all of your whimpers. With a squeeze on your hand, he used his free one to wipe the tears that clouded your vision. The vampire looked so immersed in his world, taking care of you, your body leaned forward on its own without giving you any time to rethink about it. A peck planted on his lips.

Before you knew how it happened, he was pulling you on top of his hips, holding your thighs for you to straddle him as the kiss deepened, letting you taste the weird iron flavor from your blood. You broke the contact after almost a whole minute, breathless. His eyes opened for the first time since your kissing session had begun. "Is this your way of telling me to go gentler? Because I really like it." He joked, hard breathing too.

A giggle from your part filled the living room. "Always making me cry."

"Next time I should try not making you spill a single tear. But for today it's enough. And you should actually go and have some check-ups. I'm worried you might develop anemia."

"What if they ask me questions, huh?" You raised a brow, a grin growing on the corner of your lips.

"I don't know, just say you donated blood." He shrugged back at you, same smile forming on his face now.

"Donated indeed. You should start to pay me for being a personal pantry."

"You offered first." He excused himself, teasing you. "But I guess I could take you out to a café. You eat, I eat."

"Don't try buying me. I accept, though."

You were sure a few of the waiters looked at the two of you a bit weirded out, but it wasn't like he could do anything about it. While you finished telling your order Sunghoon only denied politely when they asked him if he wanted anything. And the moment he paid for your sweet snacks and drink, maybe they had the concept of a sugardaddy in their minds.

"Can't you like... I don't know, maybe drink a juice?" You asked him, turning slightly on the front passager's seat in his car to look at him.

He shrugged. "Don't think so." He replied, eyes on the road in front of him. "Last time I tried it was a few years ago and it only gave me bellyache. Plus I don't feel like it."

"That's true! Don't you have cravings of things you ate before?"

"Not really." Sunghoon smirked, eyeing at your face through the corner of his eyes. "All the cravings I've been getting lately were your blood."

Your cheeks blushed ever so slightly, body squirming on the seat to try and hold the wave of electricity that crossed your four limbs thanks to his words. "Shut up. Is that your way of flirting, Mr. vampire?"

Sunghoon chuckled, holding the steering wheel a bit tighter under your teases. "You don't like it? Or you just need more pick-up lines?"

"Show me what else you've got." You said, half of a grin forming on the side edge of your lips.

He cleared his throat, exaggerating his cough. "So, are you a blood moon? Because each time you appear I get so hungry for you."

A gasp escaped your mouth, turning into a little scoff later. "Okay, okay. I get it." You continued laughing, moving your hand in the air to tell him to stop. "You can eat whenever we arrive to your apartment."

"Maybe we can try a new place this time."

You raised your brow. "New place?"

"Yeah, like I have already done it on the neck, thigh, and both forearms." He explained, the closer hand to you confidently reaching your knee to trail his fingertips on your expossed skin. "Where else should we try?"

You got shivers all over your leg, but mostly right where his fingers touched. "I don't know." You almost murmured, eyes focused on the way his hand roamed. "Where do you think it's a good place?" You really tried to sound as calm as possible, but your speech betrayed you.

The little giggle of Sunghoon made the shivers expand to the rest of your body, his palm now pressing down instead of just the tip of his fingers. "I need take a look first, hm? Just to decide the most appetising."

Between the talking, after he showed you his bedroom, you couldn't keep your lips to yourself any longer. And it seemed that he couldn't either. The build up tension from the ride in his car made it all explode when he sat at the edge of his bed, pulling you towards him.

His kisses traveled towards your collarbone, nibbling softly at the most fleshy parts. He grabbed the hem of your top, rising it so slow it could kill you. "Do I have permission?" The whisper made you nod instantly, legs shaky at each side of his thighs.

The sound of his breath just got heavier with every time your hips went down to met up with his on a slight brush. Rushed hands pulled your upper part over your head and threw it on the side of his bed, ready to do the same with your bra, you stopped him by kissing his lips.

Sunghoon kept his hands on your sides, sliding up and down over the exposed skin in front of him. "Lemme take it off." He murmured, pulling away just enough to let his words land on your face instead of in your mouth.

Too immersed to say something back, you grabbed his hands, bringing them to your back to undo the bra. "Not fair." You pointed at his sweater once the straps your underwear were around his fingers, not long after laying next to your top.

"You can do whatever you want, sweetheart. So quit that pout and start acting." He smirked back at you, leaning back while resting on his palms.

Heat burned your cheeks while your nipples hardened because of the lack of cover. But you didn't care enough to try and hide them from him, just like he did to you, you took off his sweater and t-shirt all at once. "You go to the gym, don't lie to me." Eyes wandering along his tonned arms and down to his abdomen.

"Maybe." He laughed it off, already bringing his hands to your waist when you placed yours on his thighs, throwing your knees to the floor of his apartment.

A hard swallow from his part was obvious, short nails burying on his bedsheets at the sound of his zip going down and the unbuttoning of his pants. Doe eyes looked up at him, licking your lower lip before grabbing the elastic of his underwear. "Do I also have permission?"

His reply began with a huff, bitting down the tip of his tongue while he took a deep breath. "Don't tease."

"I'm just asking, Hoon. Being kind is teasing?"

"Go down already or I'll do it myself."

"Yes, sir."

With a last grin, you finally pulled his boxers down enough to release his already throbbing member. Testing the waters first with the tip, you gave it kitten licks, followed by a long one from his base to the top. And then took it.

Some minutes passed that felt like hours for him and his head tilted backwards with eyes closed was the last thing you saw before being yanked up by your hair, getting a little whine from you. His hands reached for your armpits to lift you from the puffy carpet, throwing you to the edge of the bed. "Second drawer." He directed you, signaling towards the right nightstand.

Your body crawled until opening it, a package of condoms in it. You grabbed two and tossed them to the pillows, closing the drawer afterwars.

He returned to your side, fully nude, and pinned you down to his sheets by your hips. "Seems like I ain't the only one that knows how to suck." A smirk formed on his face, eyes devouring your lips. "I'll keep it in mind for the future."

Your shy smile was all he got in return, a little blush tinting your cheeks.

"Oh don't look at me like that." Sunghoon's voice lowered, scoffing as he extended his arm to grab one of the condoms and throwing it on your chest. "Keep the hard work, you want a reward after, right pretty?"

Holy heavens you wanted a reward if he said it in that tone. Quickly you started to flip the the plastic square on your hands, trying to open it by one of its corners safely. So focused on your task that you only realized that he had went down your body when your pants slipped down your thighs and later your ankles.

Soft fingertips rubbed against the stained fabric of your underwear, and as a reflex your legs closed around his hand.

"Open." He simply stated, waiting for you to obey. And while the condom fell next to you on the bed, your legs spread again. "Now keep 'em like that. I don't like repeating myself."

You were about to nod but instead his sudden pull of your panties stole a gasp from you, not long after his lips wandered over the soft flesh of your thighs until they reached between your folds. He was definitely enjoying your hands grabbing his dark locks and hearing moan after moan coming out of your mouth.

His tongue flickered on your clit from time to time, he could tell how good it felt by how your hips searched for his wet muscle every time he changed to your entrance, and yet Sunghoon was still teasing you only.

"Fuck, stop that." You whined back to him, complaining about his lack of care at the swollen bundle of nerves.

And just like that his head raised from between your legs. "You should stop being so goddamn greedy." His words were accompanied by a small smack at your thigh. "Is this what you wanted me to do? Stop, huh?"

Your hands ached as you kept them now fisting the sheets of his bed, you were fighting your urge to do the work by yourself, but the need for him was greater. So you shook your head, looking up at his eyes with puppy ones.

"What should you have said then, hm?"

"Please..."

"Please what? Something else, right?"

"Keep going, please. I want more."

His cocky smile returned, hands caressing up and down your legs. "That's more like it." He whispered and lowered himself again, this time pressing his middle and ring fingers against your slit. "Gonna quit the bitchy acting if I give it to you?"

Your moans mixed with the soft voice in which you replied to him. "I promise."

And with that the vampire nodded, taking his fingers out of you and holding them closer to your mouth while his other hand grabbed the half opened condom wrapper. Your task was pretty clear, wasn't it? So you did your best to leave them clean before he put the protection on himself.

"Turn. Hold the pillow, I want that ass up." How could you disobey.

It didn't take long for you to be barely keeping yourself together while crying face deep into the pillow, last of both yours and his worries how stained it would be with your messed mascara. He didn't even gave you time to adjust when his hips started with this sickening pace, and he still continued with the same power.

Low groans that transformed into whines sometimes were all you could hear from his part, too focused on hitting that sweet spot he found a few minutes ago and that was making you see stars.

You turned your head to the side, taking a deep breath of warm air, yet cooler than the one you had been fighting to breath with your face burried. "Close. Hoon, 'm there." Was all you said before feeling his body leaning down, one of his fingers rubbing you between your legs as his fangs brushed against your nape.

"Let go, pretty."

It all turned dark, even his pants were muted after the orgasm. The only thing you could feel was his length pushing through your clenching walls, he was fucking you throughout it, and it was like heaven until you came back to your senses and overstimulation hit you like a train.

"Sunghoon!" Your cry also brought him back to reality, seeing your trembling thighs holding your weight up and the mess that dripped down one of them.

His broken moans followed his own rhythm, pushing your limits as you kept half crying his name. So he finally pulled out, turning you around in a swift to leave your back on the mattress.

"We're not done yet, see?" He mumbled, strocking himself twice in front of your tired gaze, which only got a soft hum from your part. "Oh, come here. I promise to draw one more from you as well."

Sunghoon's hands then grabbed you by your armpits, lifting you and while he moved over the bed to rest his back against the headboard, he positioned you straddling his hips. Pushing it back in the moment he got you there.

"Try bouncing, don't think too much about it." He cooed and you started. It was slow due to how tired you felt, but each time your body went down his tip kissed your insides so delightfully. And you couldn't help but rest your forehead on his shoulder. "That's it, just like that. But raise your head, lemme see you."

One of his hands did it for you, cupping your cheek to then wipe away the mix of tears and smeared mascara. Oh God he couldn't look prettier right now, brushing his thumbs all over your face while his lips inched closer to yours, just to pull you into a long tender kiss that lasted until you broke it to catch some oxygen.

But his lips trailed down, leaving wet kisses all the way to the upper part of your breast. With his other hand he supported your hips, helping you go up and down around him and from time to time he moved it to your front, circling his finger over your clit. "Feels good?"

"Yeah." You breathed out, eyes struggling to remain open.

"Focus on that, alright?"

A loud gasp filled his room. His fangs digging on the soft flesh of your breast made you pull on his hair, scratch his back and bite down on your lower lip. He sucked, his hand leaving your face to hold your thigh as well, making you bounce with ease while keeping the other entertained with your bud. And just like that he had you there again, the only difference being that now he was also reaching his climax with you. You felt his member twitching surrounded by pulsating gummy walls, and the next thing was lips peppering your freshly bitten skin with pecks.

His gentle smile found you after slowly opening your eyes, arms hugging you against his body for you to hide into the crook of his neck.

"I'll clean this mess including you later, for now get some sleep." Sunghoon mumbled, leaving a kiss on the top of your head. "But no makeup next time, princess."

[xbellaxcarolinax]

Hungry

Miguel O'Hara x f!reader

Summary: Miguel has a lactation kink.

Word Count: 1k+

Warnings: Smut, lactation kink, p in v, umm I think that's it. 18+ MDNI.

Disclaimer: never been pregnant, don't know how it works entirely. Just enjoy lol Not beta-read. Also, Miguel being a father warms my heart <3

...

It'd never crossed his mind before. After all, your milk was for the baby. 

Diego nursed from you well, his tiny lips latching onto your swollen nipple with little guidance. You held him close and kissed his brow while you sang to him softly. Now and then you'd hiss, your pretty face pinched from the inevitable pain of breastfeeding. 

Miguel watched you both with a full heart—watched how you cradled his milk-drunk son against your swollen breasts lovingly before putting him down for a nap.

And when he couldn't rip his eyes away from the swell of your chest (or how your nipples continued to drip tiny pearls), he thought nothing of it.

...

"Does it hurt?" He asked in the quietness of your bedroom, his toned arm thrown around your shoulders, holding you close.

Diego began to fidget where he was nestled comfortably on his father's bare chest, his wrinkled face blooming red before a cry ripped from his tiny body. 

"Does what hurt?" You asked in return, gently cooing down at the wailing infant, scooping him gingerly in your arms.

Miguel motioned toward your engorged breasts, his eyes lingering over the damp spots forming over your fitted t-shirt, your nipples leaking through the white cotton fabric.

"Sometimes," you sighed as soon as Diego latched on, "when he doesn't drink enough or bites too hard." 

Miguel studied his son as he drank his fill; until his little eyes fluttered with sleep and his milk-covered lips fell away from your chest. 

A bead of milk formed over your swollen nipple and before it ran down the roundness of your breast, Miguel caught it with the pad of his finger, swiping it up gently and placing it in his mouth.

He hummed in surprise, looking down at your flushed face and doe eyes. 

"What's it taste like?" You whispered curiously, watching Miguel lap at his finger like a cat.

He closed his eyes, savoring the flavor on his tongue before he grunted.

"Sweet."

...

“Lemme help you,” he muttered to you one night, watching you wince and groan while you palmed your full breasts. Diego had drank himself to sleep, leaving your tits full still, straining for release. “You’re in pain.” 

You worried your lip, leaning your head back against the headboard. “The breast pump is in the—”

“No,” he said, “not like that.” He carefully positioned himself between your legs, gently lifting your shirt to reveal your swollen tits, nipples hardening immediately. 

“Miguel—”

“Shh, amor.”

He took a breast in hand, squeezing softly and watching the tiny stream of white pour from your nipple before wrapping his lips around the bud and giving a gentle suck. The sweetness of your milk invaded his senses as he drank from you, his eyes fluttering.

You moaned above him, your fingers threading messily in his hair. 

He palmed your other breast, squeezing enough to let your milk pour over his hands and down his wrist, making a mess of you. His cock was straining against his briefs as he rutted into the mattress for some fiction.

“M-Miguel,” you sighed, ignoring the dampness that pooled over your skin and under you.

“Feels good?” He murmured over your damp skin, his lips covered in milk. He tugged gently on your nipple, giving it a few kitten licks before turning his attention to your other breast, quickly suckling down more of your milk. 

You didn’t answer him—couldn’t—but he knew the answer.

You’d fallen asleep shortly after Miguel had cleaned you up, cradling you in his arms. 

But he was far from satiated.

...

When he could finally put his cock in you, he made sure your pussy was nice and wet for him. 

He’d suck on your tits till you were leaking from both your nipples and between your legs before stuffing you good, your milk pouring over his lips and down his chin. Whatever escaped his mouth would be slurped off your smooth skin, his tongue dragging between your breasts as you covered his cock in your juices.

But you preferred to ride him recently. Miguel didn't mind. He wanted you to take your pleasure from him in the most comfortable way possible for you. He knew he was big, knew his cock was a challenge for you, even more so post-pregnancy, but you knew how to manage him.

Whenever you rode him it was in the kitchen. He’d sit on a chair with your body draped over his and you’d bounce on his cock at your leisure. A baby monitor would be placed on the table, always knocked over in your mission of conquering Miguel's lap.

Tonight was no different. Miguel wanted you.

Your cunt swallowed him perfectly, his cock cushioned within your swollen, warm walls.

Your breasts, bare from any restraints, bounced in his face with every swirl of your hips. They were enticing, your puffy nipples beading with the sweet milk he loved. 

Miguel grunted, grabbing them in his large hands and gently squeezing. Milk began to pour over his hands in thin white streams, seeping through his knuckles and down the expanse of your body. His mouth immediately sucked your nipples in quick succession, and you moaned as the soreness mixed with the pleasure of his cock ramming into you deep.

When you came it was with a loud cry. Miguel immediately latched off your tit, kissing you to silence your cries as you covered him completely in your juices. You could taste the sweetness of your milk on his tongue as he kissed you with fervor, effectively silencing you. 

He gave one final thrust into your tight heat before his hips stilled, groaning in your mouth as he came. By the end of it, you were both covered in spit, milk, and cum, panting against each other. 

Moments later, Diego demanded attention, his cries crackling through the baby monitor. You gently hissed as you pulled off Miguel's large cock, his spend and yours sliding down your thighs and dripping over his lap. 

“Your son is always hungry,” Miguel complained, his hands moving up to thumb at your sore nipples. You scoffed, snatching your robe off the table where Miguel had carelessly tossed it aside, placing it over your shoulders.

“Yeah,” you grinned, swiping a bead of your milk off Miguel’s lower lips, “just like his father."

[willsimpforanyone]

Think i saw this before butttt Pls pls pls do Percy Jackson x daughter of zeus smut where her powers lowkey act up during sex and percy like loves it. (, praise kink) IDK IF YOUR COMFORTABLE U CAN SKIP THIS ONE IF U WANT BUTTT

i can definitely do that!

“Do you think I could get you to set fire to the bed?”

Water does its best attempt to get up my nose as I choke on my drink, sputtering and setting down the glass by the side of the bed. “Fucking- excuse me?”

Percy shrugs, turning to look at me, eyes almost glowing green in the morning light sneaking through the curtains. “Just thinking. Like, could I make you feel so good that lightning shoots through the ceiling and sets fire to the bed.”

“…it is 8am in the morning, why are you like this?” I groan, covering my face with my hands and sinking back down into the bed. Percy takes this opportunity to drag himself on top of me like a heavy cat.

“What? It’s a valid question,” He protests, nosing his way under my jaw to press soft kisses against my neck. My arms slink around his neck, his mouth on my skin bringing quiet sighs from my lips. “So? Do you think I could?”

I roll my eyes, lightly smacking the back of Percy’s head. “Don’t aspire to set the bed on fire, you moron, that wouldn’t be good.”

Percy stays quiet for a minute, apparently busy with working a hickey under my ear. “…I could put it out.”

For gods’ sake, he’s so stupid sometimes. Despite my laugh of disbelief, my smile is ridiculously fond. I run a hand through his hair, bringing his head up to mine to peck his lips.

“You’re not supposed to be encouraging me, y’know,” I hum, shifting under him to let his body settle between my legs. “We’ve already gotten complaints from the neighbours about the thunder. They think we have a volume control issue on some white noise machine.”

“But I like it,” Percy pouts, speaking between kisses as his hands run down my body to grope and squeeze at my thighs. “I like knowing I can make you go all haywire.”

I laugh against his lip, playfully smacking the back of his head again. “Hey! I do not ‘go haywire’, shut up.”

“No? What would you call it?” He hums, working his lips under my jaw to kiss down my neck again, fingers fiddling almost absently with the elastic of my underwear. “Losing control? Feeling so good you forget to hold back?” His voice gets lower, soft and sultry in my ear. “My good girl showing me just how amazing I make her feel?”

My stomach tugs as his voice drops, muscles tensing slightly and Percy laughs quietly as he feels it. “Oh, you’re so cute - a moment of praise and your body gives everything away.”

I don’t have time for the snarky response forming on my tongue, as Percy dips a hand between my thighs to cup my covered mound, middle and ring fingers pressing up to encourage the faint damp spot on the fabric of my panties.

“Oh, you feel that?” He coos, gently massaging his fingers and kissing my lips when I breathe a soft moan. “Getting nice and wet for me already, aren’t you good? My sweet girl…”

Despite the way his fingers are making me feel, I nip sharply at his lip. “Shut up-“

“No.”

Percy tugs my underwear to the side, running two fingers against my dampening pussy, pushing between my folds to tease. “You’re being good for me, that’s all you need to do.”

Gently and slowly, he sinks his middle finger into me, relishing in the moan I let out as he does it. He curls the digit in a ‘come hither’ motion, like he’s coaxing my body to relax. My eyes flutter shut as Percy eases a second finger inside me, my walls clenching around them as my hips twitch against his hand.

I swallow, clearing my throat to speak. “A-Are you gonna try make me set fire to the bed?”

He laughs softly, shaking his head and pecking my cheek sweetly as he pumps his fingers slow but deep. “No, sweet girl… but I am aiming for another complaint from the neighbours, maybe a formal warning.”

“Oh, for fucks’ sake-” I interrupt myself with a loud, strangled moan as Percy nudges his fingers against that spot inside me that makes my body spasm, his thumb finding my clit at the same time. He grins against my neck, repeating his action, and I feel his hips grinding down into the bed, like he can’t help but try and alleviate the ache of his cock.

Percy murmurs praise into my neck as he works his fingers into me; “You’re so sweet… love how you sound, moaning for me… yeah, move your hips, use my fingers, baby…”

Even as I shudder and squirm under him, I make a point to muffle my sounds, smothering moans and cries into his neck or my hand, being a little petty and trying to hide our activities from our neighbours. Percy makes no move to stop me, simply withdrawing his fingers from my now-soaking pussy and tugging down his own underwear.

“You can try, sweetheart, that’s okay, but I know you’re gonna be louder for me, you can’t help it.” He kneels up slightly, spreading my legs a little wider and fisting his cock a few times, nudging the head against my clit just because he could, just to pull more sounds from me.

I bite my lip as he presses against my pussy, feeling my body fluttering around his tip. At the same time, there’s a faint roll of thunder, and Percy smirks.

“There it is,” he whispers, looking down at me adoringly as he rolls his hips, pushing an inch in before pulling back. “Your pretty mouth can stay shut, but that noise gives you away every time.”

I can’t even deny it, the soft rumble of thunder getting louder every time Percy eases another inch of his deliciously thick cock inside me, my fingers curling into his biceps as he braces his elbows either side of my head. He presses his hips against my thighs, burying himself fully inside with a low groan, his nose pressed against my cheek.

“Perce-“ I breathe, hips bucking as Percy takes a moment to move, impatience burning in my stomach. He shushes me gently, pecking my lips as he thrusts gently, once, twice, and then again and again and again.

“I know, baby,” he purrs, smirking against my lips as a flash of light momentarily lights up the room, followed by a peel of thunder. “Always so good for me, huh? Nice and loud, sweet girl, can’t ever hide how you feel from me, I love that so much about you.”

No matter how much I try and control it, Percy does a better job of keeping me distracted, fucking me deep and steady, like the tide cresting onto the shore and pulling back. One of his hands moves to my thigh, guiding my knee over his hip to change his angle a little, pushing even deeper and forcing moans and whimpers and cries from my bitten lips.

“That’s it, baby, so noisy,” he teases, hand slipping from my thigh to my hips and sneaking between our bodies to thumb over my clit. My body jolts at the touch, and lightning flashes in the layer of dark clouds gathered above us in the bedroom.

Percy picks up the pace, just a little, and I can feel my body tensing as I teeter on the edge.

“I know you’re close, baby, I can feel it,” he whispers, low and panting as another streak of lightning illuminates the bedroom. “You’re gonna come for me, huh? Let me hear how I’m making you feel, how well I’m treating this perfect pussy?”

The bastard pinches lightly at my clit and my walls clamp down on his cock, my climax shuddering through me as my wanton moan harmonises with the thunder in our ears. My nails dig into his biceps and Percy groans against a laugh, thrusting a few more times before burying his face in my neck and joining me over the edge. My body twitches in sensitivity as he comes, painting my insides white as I pant through the aftershocks.

He waits until the room gets lighter, the clouds above us dissipating into nothing and allowing the morning sun to once again creep through the curtains. With his lips kissing under my jaw, he pulls out gently and slowly, giving me a winning grin as he readjusts my panties to cover me up.

“So we’ll be expecting a noise complaint tomorrow, probably,” he murmurs, tucking himself back into his underwear and settling down to my side, bringing me into his arms. As if on cue, there’s a banging from the other side of the wall where a disgruntled neighbour clearly decided not to wait to file a complaint.

“I hate you,” I mutter, covering Percy’s mouth as he laughs. He pulls my hand away and kisses my knuckles, leaning forward to kiss my lips.

i can never tell if the smut i write is good, genuinely i have no idea so i hope you enjoyed, and thank you for your request!

“Love you too.”

[feelfreetopleasemexo]

hi, can I request smut for virgin bakugou x virgin reader first time, reader and bakugou are in their mid 20s, and have recently started dating maybe like a 6 months or so, make it a shy and slow one pls and thanks

Of course! I love this idea :)

The first of many.

You and Katsuki had been dating for roughly 4/5 months now, and because you were both pro heros it unfortunately meant that you didnt get chance to spend a lot of quality time together. You sometimes had quiet evenings after patrols, but they were usually filled with tending to wounds, collapsing exhausted in bed, trying to muster up the courage to touch each other then ultimately falling asleep in a warm embrace, ready for the next torturous day of saving the city. Until, he text you in the morning just as you were getting ready to leave for work.

“Hey bitch, don’t bother coming in work today. Weve been fired for two weeks as of today.”

Your stomach flipped as your heart leaped into your throat. Fired?! What the fuck was he on about? You tried to ring him only for it to her declined straight away.

“Wtf?! FIRED? What did we do?! Please tell me this is some kind of sick joke so I get called out for missing a day of work or something….”

A quick reply instantly popped up,

“Open your front door dumbass.”

You ran down to your front door, one shoe on and your hero costume barely tightened up properly, only to see him stood at your door already opened, handful of roses and a box of something in his other hand. He leant against the open door, holding the roses out infront of him and putting the box in his pocket, as he smirked up at you and clicked his tongue.

“Not bad for a surprise holiday acceptance ey. Might actually get to be annoyed by you now, Yano, that I can actually spend more than 30 seconds with you. “ He walked up to you and grabbed your waist, pulling you into him as the roses pressed against both your chests. He wrapped that hand now around the side of your face and pulled you into a fiery, intense kiss, making the butterflies in your stomach set alight and fill the rest of your body with burning venom. His intensity was new, it wasnt something youd never seen before but with you he rarely had chance to show it, rarely the energy to muster it, so to say it surprised you would be an understatement. He pressed his hips into yours as the force of his body pushed you against the wall, dropping the roses to the floor and embracing you in a tight hold, kisses now being placed along your jaw and onto your neck. This was the Katsuki you had always wanted, always dreamed about having, not that the sleepy Katsuki wasnt nice, you just felt like you never got to experience him as his peak, until now.

As the kisses turned to bites, he kicked your door shut and picked you up so you sat on his lap, crossing your legs around his hips, as he walked you both up the stairs towards your bedroom. When he kicked your bedroom door open, he flung you onto the bed and began to trail his hands all over your body, forcing goosebumps to follow behind his burning touch like tiny breadcrumb trails that showed exactly where he’d been. The more intense the heat rose between you two, the more your chest tightened, you knew he was big, youd seen it and wrapped your hand around it a few times before, so the thought of it destroying your insides made your anxiety spike more than your lust. As he trailed his hand down to your thighs, you placed a hand on his chest and pulled away from his kiss,

“Katz, this is so fucking hot but…” Your words made him instantly stop, he was monstrously horny but the respect he had for you and your happiness could never be outshone.

“You okay baby? Did I hurt you? Do you want me to stop?” He fingers tenderly slide back up towards your waist as he spoke, fear lingering in his voice that he was getting too ahead of himself.

“No,no, trust me, this is beyond perfect and everything I’ve ever wanted but…im kinda scared. I don’t think….youre gonna fit Yano, ive er…never actually done it before so.” Your cheeks flushed with embarrassment as you spoke, you couldnt remember if youd already told him before, your mind far too fuzzy with euphoria and rising intensity to think about anything other than how fucking good his hands felt on you. He smirked up at you and placed a tender kiss to your lips, a drastic change to his previous ravenous ones,

“I haven’t either don’t worry kid, I got you. I might be acting all tough and forward now but wait till it gets to actually being inside of you, I’ll probably fall apart and start humping the side of your leg thinking im already inside or some shit.” His usual cocky and confident tone simmered down slightly, leaving a sweet and comforting timber echoing through your entire body. His honesty and humour made your anxiety lessen slightly, for everything that he showed the outside world, Katsuki was actually really rather tender and considerate.

He slowed his movements as you smiled and pulled him into another tender kiss, taking his time to warm you up and wait for your signal to continue. The more you kissed, the more you found yourself rocking your hips up towards him, inviting his sweet thrusts to rub against you, the intensity of your slick becoming almost too much to handle anymore.

“C, can we go slow first?” Your voice trembled between your pants, shifting your hips up so he could help take your trousers off.

“Of course we can, i don’t wanna cum within two seconds on my first time Jesus,im probably gonna h,have to just keep it in there for a bit anyway, Yano, warm us both up for it. Fuuuuck, I want you so badly.” His moans stuttering between his words as he pulled your trousers down slowly, exposing your pretty pink lace pants. He stared at the tiny bow on the top of them, before his eyes locked onto the damp material between your legs. His mouth gapped open slightly as his half lidded eyes fluttered,completely transfixed at how good you looked, all because of him. He gulped heavily as he then undid his trousers, pulling his cock from them and resting it against the warm heat of your pussy.

“Fuuuuuck” Escaped his mouth, almost a whisper as he gently guided himself up the crease of your pants, the wet lace feeling like nothing keeping him from being against you. You arched your back as you felt his throbbing cock glide against the material, dancing delicately against your clit as he rocked ever so slightly against you, your breathy pants only making him harder. He kissed you as he rocked his hips, trembling from the feel of you almost being too much already as you tried to speak,

“Pl,please, please fuck me, I think I, im ready, fuck kats.” Your voice begging for him was too much, he pulled your pants to the side and let the head of his cock push against your slick, causing his own moans to escape low and gruff, praising how good you felt and how bad,y he needed to be inside of you. He guided himself to your entrance, pushing his head slightly inside before throwing his head back and almost whimpering.

“Jesus fuck baby, holy fucking fuck, you feel like a drug that I can’t get enough of…i dont think I’ve ever wanted something so badly in my entire life. Can I, can I do more? Fuck im scared im gonna cum already. You feel so fucking good baby.” His eyes watered slightly as he spoke, his eyes squeezing tightly shut as he relished in the feel of you. You cried out for him, feeling the stretch of his swollen head already.

“Please kats, fuck, please more. I need you, i need to feel you.” He rocked slightly more inside of you, careful not to stretch you too fast, fighting his own primal instincts not to delve straight into you fully. As he entered you more, the painfully slow stretch only made the wave raise inside of you worsen as you dug your nails into his back, fighting off the urge to pull him into you more.

“Look at me, fucking look at me. I wanna see your eyes scream for me when I get fully in. Fuuuuck baby, fuck. You ready? You gonna take me yeah? Gonna be a good girl and take all of me?” His words made your brain go blank, the only thing you could do was frantically nod your head at his request and focus on the intense feeling of being full only worsen.

He rocked his hips back and towards as he entered more of himself into you, fully plunging himself inside of you causing him to grip tighter onto your hips and nearly bruising you under his clench. His eyes widened as he filled you up, holding himself still as he stretched your walls around his throbbing cock. One more thrust and he was going to be tipped over the edge, grabbing you over it with him. Your moans turned to whimpers as you felt like he was already pushing the air from your lungs, having never felt so full in your entire life. He leaned down slowly and pressed his forehead to yours, panting into your open mouth.

“Oh my fucking god baby, I never thought I could feel so good. Fucking hell, you’re going to ruin me arent you pretty girl. Fuck your pussy is so tight, so inviting, so fucking good.” His words hummed around your ears, barely able for you to concentrate on, as your hip’s involuntarily started to move, begging for him to cause more friction. He felt your hips move as he gulped hard, dragging himself out slightly to then gently push back inside. With each thrust, more pleasure engulfed your body, your eyes forcing their way to the back of your head as you felt every inch of your walls burn with intense pleasure and stretching. He was soft, gentle and intimate, it was everything youd ever wished it would be, for all his fiery cockiness outside of the bedroom, this is exactly what you needed your first time to be like.

The more he thrusted, the more your slick made it easier for you to accept him into you, causing less painful stretching and more intense pleasure to build up in your stomach. You whimpered out that it felt like you were going to cum,and it took everything in his being not to start pounding harder and faster, helping you chase your high quicker. As soon as he felt your walls clench around him, he knew he only had a few more moments until he was shoved over the edge himself, begging to cum inside of you.

“Baby, cum with me, cum with me please. I fucking need it. I need to feel you cum all over me as I fill you up. Fuck, you’re perfect. You’re so fucking perfect my girl. Let me fill you, let me make you mine.” As soon as his words came out, you were forced over the edge, spilling all over him as your walls tightened and convulsed, squeezing every last drop of him out into you. As your walls tensed around him it felt like they were dragging every ounce of his cum out and forcing it against the right walls that surrounded him, claiming every inch of you as his own.

As you both panted into each others mouths, coming down from your high together, your smile broke the intermittent kisses, causing his own to sprinkle across his open mouth. You let out a small laugh between pants, nuzzling your nose against his as you fell even more inlove with him. The sweat between you both caused the air to feel cold and sticky, as he pulled out of you slowly and laid next to you on his back, still frantically panting and smiling worse than when denki would go stupid. You cuddled into his chest as he lazily lifted his arm to invite you in, both crashing after your first experience of making love. You laid together in the moment, immersed in its euphoric intensity, only for the silence to be broke by his words,

“I love you Yano that? Fucking shit that was intense.” You smiled as he tried to hold you tightly, failing as the exhaustion took over his entire body.

“I love you too Katz, im so glad I got to share this with you. Even if you are a little bit of a perv.” His lifted his eye slightly at you, looking down at you as he tired to scowl at yours words.

“Im not a perv, you just feel good. Dont ya know you ain’t supposed to bring up sex talk after sex….idiot.” His smile broke the intensity of his words, causing you to giggle lazily and snuggle tighter into his chest. This was the first of many times youd tease him about what hed say during sex, and the last time he’d ever let you get away with it so casually.

[saturnzlv]

HELPING HAND

leon kennedy x gn!reader

notes: mature language, college au, suggestive content, re2r adjacent. wc: 1.1k | m.list

when life couldn’t get any worse, you want to fuck a blond guy.

he keeps his white reeboks pristine, his hair is always well-kept and brushed neatly, his lips never seem chapped, and his fingernails look better than your own. with the way he holds his pencil and drags the graphite along the paper, his handwriting looks more perfect than a teenage girls in her diary.

this guy is seriously starting to piss you off.

“you got that?” leon asks.

you snap out of your brief daydream, gaze lifting from his hand holding a pencil to those wide blue eyes that can pull you in like a tide. “uh, yeah,” you say, sitting up straighter in your chair. clearing your throat, you glance to your notebook that leon had written in.

“good,” he says. “i think we can finish up for today then.”

he lets you take a look at his notes on your paper. turns out this tutoring thing is seriously needed. his handwriting fills the page, correcting all your errors. how were you supposed to know how to properly use semicolons and em-dashes? you had fucked up so many of those damn symbols, it looked like hundreds of halves of winky-face emoticons were attacking your paper before leon edited your work.

a sigh falls from your lips, and you lean back in your chair for a second. “this shit is driving me insane,” you mutter.

as you stand from your chair and pack away your notebook, leon tilts his head up to look at you. it’s a pretty sight, but he ruins it when he opens his mouth.

“at least you’re not bored,” he jokes.

god, that horrible humor of his just makes you want to drop to your knees and unzip his pants to get him to shut up. however, the little smile he has makes up for the shitty joke. you can’t help the corners of your lips lifting in response, and you’re sure leon’s proud that he got you to react positively to his joke.

“whatever, blondie.” you wave your hand in dismissal of his words, pulling your bag’s strap over your shoulder. “same time thursday?”

he stands from his chair, gesturing to the door of his dorm room. “yeah.” he nods. “i’ll walk you out.”

that earns a slight laugh from you. “walk me out,” you repeat with a roll of your eyes. “you’re walking me, like, two feet to the door.”

“it’s still walking you out,” he counters. he opens the door for you, and you step out into the hall. you give a small wave before turning, and the door clicks shut behind you.

your next tutoring session comes by, and you quickly realize you can’t pay attention for the life of you. sure you get distracted during class, but your professor is the worst at explaining the damn language she speaks. it isn’t your fault you’re failing, and it isn’t your fault that your tutor is so distracting.

the tone of leon’s voice is always light; it’s softer than most boys you talk to. you notice how his brows briefly furrow when he re-reads a sentence, or when he makes a mistake and has to erase what he wrote. his tongue sometimes darts out to wet his lips, bringing his bottom lip in for just a moment.

he’s a pretty boy with cute habits. from hours of being tutored, there’s hours of staring. it’s almost laughable at how you’ve now memorized the little details of his. the beauty marks and light dusting of freckles littering his fair skin, the small indent at his chin, the soft curve and tiny bump along his nose—you’ve memorized it all.

and as he goes on and on, verbally editing your essay that’s due tomorrow, you just want to shut him up with a kiss. it’s nice of him to take time out of his day to tutor you. he won’t take cash payment, he’s said so numerous times, and you’re no good with your words. however, you know that the phrase ‘actions speak louder’ exists for a reason.

“i think if you were to move this sentence from here to the beginning, it’ll read more smoothly,” leon says.

his head lifts, baby blue eyes finding yours, and his lips part to continue speaking. you don’t allow him to continue when you lean in and cut him off with your lips pressing to his. he almost freezes as your lips meet and your palm cups his jaw, but his eyes quickly flutter shut and his lips purse against yours when he registers what the hell just happened.

it’s a little too short for his liking. when you pull back and lower your hand from his jaw, leon’s almost disappointed. he wants to reach out and bring you back in for another, but he’s damn near shell-shocked. not even a stupid quip can fall from his lips.

you, however, can make a stupid quip. “you talk too much,” you say. leon finally finds his footing and brings you in for another kiss.

one more thing you quickly realize is that, despite his awkwardness, leon actually knows what he’s doing. his hand skims along the muscle of your thigh before resting at your hip, drawing you closer to his body. it’s difficult, since you’re sitting in two different chairs, angled oddly, but you get the message and lift yourself from your seat.

with him manspread, your knee rests between his thighs against the wooden seat of the chair. both your palms cradle his face as you lean over him, kissing him over and over again. you’re kissing him like he’s oxygen and you’ve been deprived of breathing, yet he doesn’t complain about the desperation of it. in fact, he’s enjoying it more than you know.

you soon learn that leon’s an absolute sucker for kisses. when you pull away to fix your position, a borderline whine elicits from the back of his throat, the loss of your lips on his making him feel needy for more. his hands at your hips ever so slightly tightens its hold as you straddle his lap. your lips find his once more for a quick kiss or two, and you then forcibly (gently) tilt his head back to trail your kisses down the column of his neck.

a whispered prayer of your name falls from leon’s lips. his fingertips snake under the fabric of your shirt and along the bare expanse of your side. his begs are silent, yet who are you to deny him from his wants? besides, you know damn well you want it too.

[creampie-capital]

║ᴋᴇɪ ᴛꜱᴜᴋɪꜱʜɪᴍᴀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ║

↳「ʙᴀʙʏ ᴅᴀᴅᴅʏ」║ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ʙᴀʙʏᴏɴᴇꜱʜᴏᴛ ➠ 18+ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

ɴᴀᴍᴇ║Kei Tsukishima

ᴀɴɪᴍᴇ/ᴍᴀɴɢᴀ║Haikyuu

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ║11,893 

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

"ɪ ᴄᴀɴ'ᴛ ꜰɪɢᴜʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴏᴜᴛ."

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

What kind of man would steal your heart?

Would he be a charmer? A man who knew just what to say? A flatterer that would make sure you felt like the most gorgeous person in the world?

Or maybe he'd be a little shy, a sweet man who'd blush at accidentally holding hands. Would he get flustered when you stared at him a little too long? Perhaps he'd even feel like he were on cloud nine if you graced him with a kiss. 

He should be sweet and savory, a fine dining meal that you could just eat up.

It was fun to imagine and entertaining to dream of it. You couldn't help it that you were a hopeless romantic, in love with the idea of love, consumed by the thought of being with your other half. 

What would it feel like to find the one that makes the whole world revolve around them? You've thought about it many times, wouldn't it be wonderful? Wouldn't it be the most earth-shattering moment that made your entire world start to revolve around them?

How nice, how fun it was to think that. 

All of that imagining and fantasizing turned out to be a crude joke when you've come to the realization that the man who doesn't want you is, in fact, the one you can't let go. 

The man stuck in your thoughts, unable to just go away...is the same man who barely even holds a conversation with you when the sun is up. 

It feels sickening, nearly rancid on your tongue, like he's a dirty secret when he only comes over in the dark. Filthy, you feel filthy when you let go of all your dignity and give in to him without any hesitation. 

Letting go of your pride and disregarding your dignity, you take the scraps he gives you with love-struck appreciation. 

You take it so willingly, accepting the bare minimum because you're just so grateful for what little he throws your way. 

This isn't it; this isn't what you spent all that time envisioning what your dream man would be like. He'd love you! He'd sacrifice everything for you! He'd show you off because he's just so proud that you're his. 

Yet you're played with by falling in love with a man who is entirely opposite to what you've dreamed. 

And he just has to be the father of your baby. 

Unable to hold up your weight, you collapsed to your knees in the bathroom. It's so hot; you're sweating, and your skin is so sizzling, that you feel like tearing it off and emerging as just bones. 

Oh, god(s)! This is a cruel joke! This is some f*cking divine intervention for playing with fire. They just had to throw something at you as punishment for playing with a man who didn't want you. 

"(Y/n)! You've been in there since, like, forever!" Ceinwen, one of your roommates, bellows from outside as she pounds on the bathroom door. "The Delta sorority is having a party, and it's open to everyone on campus! I can't miss this!" 

Oh yeah, what simple things to be worried about. It would be nice to stress about what pink bra to wear and not how you're going to provide for a whole nother human being. 

"Give me..." You're struck with a wave of nausea, feeling your entire stomach stir and your esophagus tense. Hunching over the toilet, you audible breathe in and out as saliva pools in your mouth. "...Give me a second." 

Another bang that spurs your head to throb physically. "Eww! You better not be sick! That's so gross." Meara, another roommate, bellows, and you can practically see her scrunched face in disgust. 

Ugh, they can be so irritating sometimes! Somehow, you were able to force yourself to your feet and yank the door open. The woman dressed as how happy little sl*t's should be during their college days, stares back at you curiously. "Unless you two get pregnant, you can't get this sickness!" 

They gasp audibly, their entire bodies leaning back from the shock as they stare wide-eyed. "Oh, my god." Ceinwen, the short brunette, muttered under her breath. "That's a real bummer, but we need the bathroom." 

You almost laugh, almost, yet the situation is already starting to weigh heavy on you. "Knock yourselves out." Replying, you step back to grab your phone and the pregnancy tests before brushing past them to the stairs. 

The two girls' bedrooms were on the second floor, and yours was on the third. You had that all to yourself, which was nice, but now you don't know if you'll be able to stay here much longer.

You just can't. This place isn't somewhere to raise a kid; parties are just downstairs every other day. You have roommates who bring home strangers nearly every night. 

Filling your mouth with air and blowing it out with a sigh, you try to collect your thoughts. Oh god(s), this is really happening. You took several tests from different brands, and all stare you right back in the face with a bright 'positive!'. 

But why do you have to suffer!? Why is it your fault that you have horrible reactions to birth control and have to stay reliant either on condoms or Plan B!? 

Another sigh. 

You thought you were so careful. Weren't you so adamant about him wrapping it up?

When was it?

Why are you even trying to figure it out? What's done is done; your body is no longer just yours anymore; you house a growing fetus. 

And it's his baby of all people, Kei Tsukishima's. 

Falling back on your bed, you hold closed fist against your eyes as you feel them swell with tears. You hate yourself for being scared to tell him if that means he's going to disappear from your life. That shouldn't be your fear; you have to care for his baby, and you have to put them above a man. 

But you cannot help but mourn the delusions of finding the love of your life. The responsibility of caring for another will be the dominant obligation. Your own dreams and goals will have to be put on the back burner just so you can care and provide a healthy childhood for your child. 

Pregnancy is such a tremendous responsibility, a burden even. And although you've taken the possibility of pregnancy seriously, you've still skirted on that fine line. You f*cked around and are now finding out.

With another sigh and a sniffle, you manage to sit up again and grab your phone to see your notifications. A few emails from your classes, some IG messages from your friends, and a single text from the man himself. 

◤ Bane of My Existence I'm gonna come over after drinks with the team. ◢

"Oh, yeah?" You whisper to yourself with a sneer. Every time he comes over after drinking with the team, he's not pissed drunk, but he is tipsy, which meant he was more adamant about sleeping together. 

Why was it that whenever he came to you inebriated by alcohol, did you see the glimmer of he could be? It's like his defensive walls were down, and he allowed himself to be slightly vulnerable.

You hated it just as much as you loved it. 

For that night, you could experience what it would feel like to be something other than a warm body. His touches were tender, his kisses so intimate. He said that made your face burn and made you feel like the only woman in the world. 

And then, after everything was said and done, he'd clean you all up and lay right back by your side. Sometimes, he was silent, just listening to you. Others, he would talk to you about literally anything.

Maybe he'd talk about his day, ranting about his courses or the astronomical amount of assignments he had. He might speak about his team or volleyball, recanting his days when he brought his high school team to nationals. 

Sometimes, he'd play a song and ask your opinion on it. Those were the moments where you made notes, sneaking reminders to check up on that artist just to have something to talk about with him. 

When he had his way with you, it's like the two of you were more than...whatever the two of you were. I mean, it had to mean more when he'd lay there, a hand on your hip as he held your gaze until you fell asleep.

You loved it, you loved feeling...loved. But that's why you hated it just as much: because the man he is during the night is not the same as the man you meet when the sun is up. 

That man is callous, snarky, even dry in his responses. He finds no importance in talking to you; he replies barely, probably just enough to keep you on the line. Communicating with that man feels as if you're grasping at strings, attempting everything and anything just to get him to look your way. 

Yet your relationship with each other is weird because not every time he comes over at night does he want to have s*x. Sometimes, he just sits at your desk and works on his classwork. He doesn't even talk to you, keeping his SOMY headphones on as he focuses on his laptop. 

He could do that anywhere, yet he invades your space while not even paying attention to you. And every time he does that, you just let him be and refrain from bothering him because you don't want him to feel disturbed. 

It's pathetic and embarrassing, and you know it, yet you still can't let him go. You're putting in all the work, taking the time to learn about his interests, and trying to make some form of relationship happen. 

And that gets tiring...and that gets draining...yet you can't let this man go. How can you love him so much? How can you put up with all this stress when the easiest solution would be to move on? How are you tolerating this fwb relationship when you want a boyfriend, a lover, something serious... official.

Guess your title has changed from 'the person I occasionally sleep with' now to just 'baby Mama.' It feels...derogatory. You mean more than that; you're worth more than that. Being pregnant wasn't something you planned at all until the future when you'd already be married to the love of your life. 

You'd already be living with the man you'd spend the rest of your life with when you've attained your degrees and have a steady career. Everything's a f*cking mess, and nothing is like you've dreamed of. 

Nothing you can do will change the fact you're pregnant, and the father isn't even someone that you think you can depend on. Well...maybe you're thinking too low of him. After everything he's done to you, the way he's treated you, the way he never wanted to go past the sleeping together, it was evident that you just weren't the one. 

Yet he feels just right to you.

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

You spent the next few hours cleaning before showering and changing into a fresh set of loungewear. Because you were still nauseous and felt sickly, a trash bin was kept by your bed, just in case. 

During the rest of your free time, you tried to edit your schedule and figure out everything you would have to do to care for this child. You'd need to work more and save up for the money pit children tend to be. Emailing the museum where you worked, you explained the situation and how you needed more hours. 

There might not be much that they could do, so you'll probably have to get a second job, too. The courses you took in person will have to change to online, making the whole point of physically attending college useless. 

It could either be a fricken nightmare or tolerable considering it was your last year before graduating, and that all just depends on if you can handle...everything that's changing. 

Your phone lit up, the screen presenting your notification and Tsukishima's message. 

◤ Bane of My Existence Are ur roommates here? ◢

Is being seen with you really that bad?

◤ 75 XXX XXXX No, they went out to party. Bane of My Existence K I'm outside the building. I'll just walk in when I get up. ◢

What would it feel like to proudly welcome home your partner? Would it be comforting? Gratifying? Soothing? You wonder what it would feel like not to be just some dirty little secret. 

You can hear the front door squeak open before it's slammed shut. Your heart skips a beat, your fingers twitch, and you find it difficult to sit comfortably in your own bed. 

His steps approach up the stairs, slow and languid, with no urgency at all. He has no idea about the bomb that's about to be dropped on him. 

The handle jiggles to your bedroom door as it's opened, and the man himself steps through. His golden brown eyes find yours almost immediately, and the amount of dread that fills your stomach is enough to drown you right there. 

"It's hot in here." He murmurs in an almost monotonous tone as he pulls the black sweater off his torso to leave him in a large white shirt and thrust it on your desk chair. 

"It's actually rather cold." You mumble, leaning back against your headrest while crossing your arms underneath your chest. 

Tsukishima blows air out of his nose like some condescending laugh as if he thought a joke to himself that he didn't want to share. "I can already sense your attitude." His words have a slight mocking tone as he tilts his head away.

Oh, he has no idea what's coming his way. 

Emptying his things on your desk, he unbuckled his belt to step out of his pants and thrust it haphazardly on your chair. "What a long f*cking day." He groans as he strides closer to collapse on your bed. 

With his abnormally long limbs, he looks almost comically on your bed. His head is by your hip, his arms splayed out, and his legs hanging loosely off the ends. Now, with him being much closer, you can smell the bitter alcohol wafting off his breath and cigarette smoke, too.

"How much did you drink?" You question while fiddling with your fingers in your lap atop the comforter. 

"Enough." He mutters and holds down a burp as he reaches up to remove his glasses and rub at his eyes. "It's too bright in here."  

It seems that tonight, he had drank just a little more than usual. What a coincidence. Leaning over, you shut off the lamp on the nightstand, which yielded a light sigh from the blond. For a moment, you think to yourself that maybe right now isn't the best time. 

But you know he needs to know because tonight, a decision must be made about what the two of you will do. 

Tsukishima rolls over onto his stomach as he rests one arm on your lap, his head facing away from you. "Dumb*ss can't even hit the ball." His utterance is slightly mumbled, and you know he was complaining about someone from his volleyball team.  

You're trying to work up the nerve with your throat dry and tight. The words are right there on your tongue, yet you feel as if they're stuck to your teeth with glue. 

The news you need to tell him will change everything. 

"You're quiet," Tsukishima mumbled as the hand on your lap moved to poke at your hip. "What I do now?" 

That almost brings out a laugh as you raise your knees to your chest and rub a hand over your temples. Now that you are aware of your pregnancy, your belly is a little bigger and plumper, which takes up more space. 

It really isn't something that you can just forget for a little bit and worry about later. 

"I...I need to talk to you about something." You don't even know how you managed to get the words out, but there really is no turning back. 

The blond sighs with an aggravated respire of breath. "Is it serious?" He grumbled, and you can see the vexation lacing his tone. He probably thinks you're going to ask that silly question of 'What are we?' or 'Can we be official.' 

He always avoids it, skirting around the topic or finding some way to distract you. 

"Yes." 

He shifts his head to face your direction and sighs once again. "What is it now?" His angled eyes gleam from his lens, and his sweet lips are pursed together.

"I'm-" You feel nauseous, nearly about the retch, though you manage to swallow it down with a shaky breath. "Oh f*ck. I'm pregnant...I'm pregnant, Kei." 

His expression remains impassive, not a note or tick or any micro-expressions. However, you feel that he has stopped breathing from how the bed is no longer heaving with his breaths. Blood is rushing in your ears from how quiet your bedroom has become. 

The abrupt movement of him sitting up had you jump in your spot and squeeze your hands on your biceps. 

"Are you f*cking with me? This isn't some joke-"

You interject his words by kicking your feet under your blanket. "You think I would joke about this!? This is gonna change my life forever!" It wasn't your intention to yell; you're just so overwhelmed by this whole ordeal. 

Reaching over to your nightstand, you remove the multiple pregnancy tests and thrust them on your bed. His eyes are staring at them as if dazed, with his pupils dilating. 

Suddenly, Tsukishima twists his body so he holds up his weight with his elbows on his knees and stares at the ground. One of his hands obscures his mouth, and no sound comes from him. 

Is your heart even beating? You're scared, you're terrified, you're dreading what he's going to do. And what does it say about you when there is a small part of you hoping that he wants to try and be something more? 

You'll be connected to each other forever in a way that you can't just leave. 

"Is it mine?" He finally speaks after what felt like hours of silence. 

What a dumb question; you have to scoff audibly at it. "Of course. You're the only man." Your head turned with your lips puckering. "You won't be with me, but you throw a whole fit if another man shows me interest." Now wasn't the time to be bitter or petty, yet you couldn't help but mumble those words.

His response isn't immediate; he is just sitting there, solid like a statue. What is he thinking? What's going on in his mind?

You would give anything to know.

"Please talk to me. I can't figure you out." Your voice fails you; it's jittery and slightly squeaky at the end, and you feel a sob rising in your throat. 

Tsukishima swears under his breath before standing up and stalking towards your chair. His hands are shaky but swift as he grabs his pants and rushes to put them back on. 

It felt like your world had come crashing down. All the hope you had, the possibility that it might go the other way, was quite literally hitting you like a ton of bricks. 

"W-wait, where are you going!?" Your own voice sounds like a shrill cry in your head. 

He's shoving his wallet and keys back in his pockets as he responds. "I need, f*ck. I need time to think." 

"You can't-" All air is robbed from your lungs. "It's not fair that you can just leave! What about me!? My entire life is going to change, and I can't just walk away from this-" 

"What do you want from me, then?" His shouting voice shocked both of you, and your bodies recoiled backward. His golden brown eyes widened. The man's head dipped down, and he chewed on his bottom lip, his right hand still shaking by his side. 

"Just..." You slowly get up from your sitting position and make your way over wearily. "Just talk to me. Just tell me how you're feeling. Is there anything? Are you scared? Are you worried? Do you hate me? I need to know."

Shaking his head, he turns away from you to grab his sweater and throw it over his shirt. "It doesn't matter. What's done is done already." Those words were just enough to crack open your heart. 

It feels torn, and you feel dejected. "Why am I not worth enough for you to just talk to me?" Your vision wavers, and tears well up in your eyes, muting your sight.

His head whips your way with his lips parted. Whatever it is he wanted to say is silence as he meets your gaze. Can't he see how much he affects you? Can't he see how important he is to you? Don't you make it obvious? Don't you tell him enough? 

"...That's not what you should be worried about right now." 

So that's it.  

Your wishful thinking made you look like a complete fool. What did you expect from a man who couldn't say what he wanted clearly? 

This must be what it means to be in despair. 

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

"(L/n)-san?" 

You jump in your seat, startled by her voice when you are lost in your thoughts. A short-haired blonde woman steps in, grinning softly. "My name is Dr. Shiori, and I'll be the OB-GYN doctor who will attend to you."

"Yes, thank you." You're being nice, but you're unsure of what to say when you are so uncomfortable. 

Shiori sits down in her chair and boots up her computer. Her room is cutely decorated with stickers and posters on the walls. It's also bright, with light streaming in through the blinds and a blaring one atop the ceiling. 

"The nurse already took your vitals, including height and weight, so now we can check in on the fetus." The woman stands up to wash her hands before drying them and putting on gloves. "It's customary that on the first check-up, we inspect the position and heartbeat. Are you ready?" 

No, no, you're not. "Of course." 

The doctor turns on the ultrasound machine on a trolley by the examination table and informs you that she's going to lift your shirt. Your belly is displayed out, slightly rounded, and pooching differently than it did when you weren't pregnant. 

"This is going to be a little cold." She squirts coupling gel on your tummy and swirls it around the skin with the transducer. 

Vibrations rattle from the machine on your left, and the soundwaves of your internal organs are picked up. The screen is just a mesh of black-and-white lines as she rolls the wand over your stomach. 

You have to turn your head away and manually control your breathing as you find yourself suddenly struck with nerves. Your skin is prickly hot, and a tightness returns to your throat. 

Maybe it's all a joke?

Maybe you got it wrong? 

Maybe you hear a heartbeat, a soft, rhythmic heartbeat, bellowing from the machine. Thump, thump, thump—it's a little fast but consistent and doesn't stop. 

You can't help but turn your head to look. And there they are on screen. So small, curled with a round little belly and tiny hands. 

"You should be around fifteen weeks. They're about the size of a plum or apple." Shiori informs as she watches the screen alongside you. "Aren't they amazing?" 

"Yeah." It's breathed out while a sob holds strong in your throat. This is real; it's so real that nothing can even deny it anymore. That's your baby right there; that's your child breathing, sleeping, and relying on you to take care of them. 

You've put your heart first, your feelings and love for Kei before your own pride. And now, this little thing comes before the love you hold for that man. If he doesn't want to be here for them, then it's his loss. 

"Heartbeat is steady. The position looks acceptable. Everything is all good. Would you like a printed image of the fetus?" You nod quickly while wiping your eyes to free them of tears. 

With that check-up completed, she cleaned you up, and the two of you sat at her desk to review prenatal educational materials and remedies for any unpleasant pregnancy symptoms. Your doctor is thorough and brings up topics that you hadn't even thought about to ask her. 

But then she asks one question that squeezes your heart. "How are you with support? Is your family there for you or the baby's father?"  

It feels embarrassing to have to say no; you have nobody. Several weeks have passed since you told Kei about your pregnancy, and he's gone radio silent. No text, not a single phone call; you don't even catch a glimpse of him on campus. 

He said he needed time to think, and enough time had passed to come to terms with it. You're under the assumption that he wants nothing to do with you anymore. 

"No." You try to smile up at her, but it feels strained. "It's just me." 

Shiori's bottom lip quivers before she breathes out audibly and rummages through her desk to grab something. "Well, everyone has their circumstances." She places down a few cards and pamphlets. "These are some resources you can use. This is a group for expectant mothers to gather and support each other. And these are government websites that you can visit to apply for aid." 

It's nice to have something that can help ease the financial and emotional burden of doing this alone. 

"I suggest you also check this website out as well to schedule childbirth classes. They can be more educational than you might think, and there are knowledgeable women who can answer any questions you have and reassure you about any fears."

You stare at the aids and think to yourself, 'Maybe I can do this without anyone else.'

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

When you arrive back at your dorm after your appointment, it came as a surprise to see the bane of your existence leaning against the wall at your front door. With his headphones on, his attention focuses on his phone so leisurely it almost pisses you off. 

You don't say anything as you approach and don't even look his way as you search through your purse for your keys. "Who are you here to see?" It's petty, and you know it, yet you can't help wanting to release some of your bitterness at him. 

"Ceinwen." 

Your fingers halt any movement as your head whips up at him, only to see his usual condescending smirk on his lips. The red hot coil in your stomach eases as you realize her weren't serious. You're still not...you still haven't worked through your own feelings. 

Still, your heart yearns for him, and your chest aches at the idea of him being with someone else. "Real funny joke. I almost laughed." 

"Then don't ask stupid questions," he responds as you unlock the door and step in. He follows right behind, shutting and locking the door while removing his shoes. 

You're already making your way to the kitchen before placing down your prescriptions and groceries on the counter. The other girls are out of their classes, so you don't have to deal with their curiosity. 

"Where did you go?" Tsukishima questioned as he approached the island and took a seat at the counter. 

Oh yeah, he's just so comfortable acting like he hadn't been a ghost this entire time. "What have you been doing this whole time?" You retort while beginning to put away your things. 

The blond groaned and leaned his arms on the island. "Can you not do this right now?" 

Your eyes flicker to his face, seeing your reflection in his glasses before turning back towards the fridge. "Can you not waste my time right now?" 

"(Y/n), can you be mature for just five minutes?" 

Milk almost falls from your hands as the anger builds up in your body. "It's not fun, is it? Trying to get a response and get only questions back. Get's on your nerves, doesn't it?" 

He doesn't reply, and you don't push for more as you finish putting everything away. It was not until you had to turn around to open your prescriptions that you got a look at his face. 

His head is down, his vision on his hands as he breathes deeply. You'd like to think he was feeling remorseful, but that might just be wishful thinking. You never really know what's on his mind; you can't figure him out. 

"You know..." The words are slightly strained as they leave your mouth. "I really don't have time to deal with you right now. I have to begin packing." 

Immediately, his head whipped up, and his arms raised to place clasped hands against his lips. "Where are you going?" He asked softly. 

"Nowhere right now." You inform while undoing a bottle of prenatal medicine. "I'm still looking for an apartment on the market. Can't raise a baby in a frat house." It really sucks, though, considering boarding was already paid for by tuition, and you had decent roommates. 

Tsukishima held your gaze for a moment before bringing out his phone and scrolling on it. "I'll send my teammate's brother's number. He owns a couple of properties, and I know he'd be willing to help you out. They owe me favors after all." 

How much work did you have to do to accept that you were going to do this all on your own? And after all that time staying silent, now he wants to help somewhat? 

"Why are you doing this?" He peers up at you through his glasses. "Why try to help after like seven weeks of silence? I don't want anything from you if you're just going to be half in. Either you take full responsibility as this baby's father or take none at all. You're the only one that gets to walk away."

The blond slinked back in his seat as he crossed his arm over his broad chest. "What is with you and labels? I'm trying to help, and you're trying to start sh*t right now." 

Blame it on the hormones, but your anger was simply unmanageable. It spurs tears to well up and cascade down your face in thick streams. His lips pursed tightly, and his entire spine had straightened up entirely at your visceral reaction. 

"Don't you get it?! I'm in love with you. I've been in love with you so far long, even though you've treated me like sh*t and just some b*tch that you f*ck; I've been putting in all this effort for you to see that I am worth more than that."

You can't hold it down anymore; you can't act like you can just get over it. "I'm the one that knows what classes you have, when, and even what your grades are. I know what profession you want to go into. I know all about your volleyball history and how you got that scar in high school. I even go to every single one of your games, yet I bet you don't know that I'm even there." 

It's like a damn was burst open, its walls destroyed as you cannot stop the torrent of water escaping through. "I know every song in your stupid f*cking playlist. I cancel any plans just in case you text and want to come over. I put in all this effort; I put you above everything else. I barely even asked for anything from you, and you barely even gave me the bare minimum." 

With hands scrunched into fists, you step toward the island, your face just a few inches from each other. "...I didn't even ask you to take responsibility for this baby. All I wanted was for you just to tell me what you were feeling, what you were thinking." 

How cathartic it feels to get that weight off your shoulders. You held that in, held everything in, because you needed to be careful with your wording. Now, it feels like you can breathe just a little easier. 

Tsukishima swallowed strenuously as his head turned away, his gaze lingering on anything but you. "If I treat you so horribly, then why don't you just tell me off? Why do you keep torturing yourself?" 

"Come on!" You grab the sides of his hair and force him to look at you. He doesn't even fight you while he frowns thickly. "I said it already. I'm in love with you. All I wanted was just to be yours officially." 

Slowly, his hands reach up to grab your wrist and pull them away from his face. His skin is hot, his palms are clammy, and he's looking at you in a way that he never has before. 

However, it seems that you got your hopes up as he stands back to his feet and turns away without another word. All you can do is watch him leave, hearing him unlock the front door and shut it behind him.

You thought that you were getting somewhere; you thought that, finally, you made it through the thick walls he'd put up. But once again, you're made to look like the fool. 

Ring!  

Your skeleton nearly jumped through your skin at the jolting call of your phone. Snatching it, you answer it without even looking at the screen as your hands aggressively wipe the tears off your face. "Hello?" 

"I can't do it." Tsukishima's voice reverberates in your head. 

"W-what...?" 

He takes a deep breath on the other line. "I can't look you in the face and tell you that I'm in love with you too when I'm scared that doing so would make it real." Another breath, one shaky and uneven. "It being real means that it can all go to sh*t and destroy me. Not having you would destroy me, (Y/n)." 

You're not even breathing, standing there staring at nothing with bated breath. 

"Just...Just give me some time. I want to try for you but I'm not good at this. Every time I look you in the eyes, I can't get a single word out. You're too good for me, and I'm scared for when you realize that, too." 

All the strength in your knees has dispersed as you slowly keel over, on your hands and knees, with your forehead pressing on the lacquered wooden floor. 

Such simple words, a few sentences, yet it's all you've ever wanted to hear. You would have understood him if you knew how he felt. 

"...Can you wait for me...?" 

You shouldn't even entertain him. You shouldn't even give him any leeway to think that he can f*ck with your emotions anymore. Why are you the one that has to wait for him? He's already had three years to be able to get the words out.

But you're weak, in love, and pregnant. You just want him by your side for a bit of support. You want to believe that if you did, you're finally going to get the man you've always wanted. 

"How long?" It feels like a gush of air from your lungs. 

"I don't know." He answers after a moment of silence. "I know I have no right to ask anything else from you, but I want to be there for...for you and this baby. It took two to make that child, and I want to do my part."

You shouldn't say yes. You can do it on your own. You can do it by yourself. 

But he has your heart in the palm of his hands. 

"Okay." 

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

Only briefly did you communicate with him the following four weeks. Just a few times, he texted to check in and make sure you were doing okay. He seemed busy, his responses short, but you already decided he had another chance. 

But soon, you're going to confront him; how much longer are you supposed to wait?

Other than that, you've been doing everything you could to prepare for this baby. You're working more, saving up for future expenses. Right now, all your grades are passing, better than before, as you've dedicated yourself to fully graduating with excellent remarks. 

You were going to need all the credibility you could gather when people would judge you right off the bat for having a baby so young. The childbirth classes you were taking were going well, and the support group of other expecting mothers helped you make good friends with other people who could actually relate to your situation. 

It did feel like you were alone in this pregnancy when you were the only one experiencing the joys of expecting. There was your baby's first kick, the first movement when recognizing your voice; it was a shame your baby's father wasn't there to experience it. 

However, he did something most shocking, which was the turning point in your relationship. 

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

It's early morning; fog is still rolled out across the city, and dew drops still water the grass. The sun is so far off in the distance that its warmth doesn't reach you, leading to a scarf wrapped tightly around your neck and lower face. 

You are dressed in a thick coat and several undertops, with your belly just growing big enough to press against the structure of your jacket. It's not huge yet, but by now, your baby should already be the size of a mango in your womb. 

Quietly, you walked down the street from the bus stop until you arrived at a residential section with the address on your phone. The building was at least three stories, but it looked new and modern, with strong gates around the perimeter and a gate call box. 

You pressed the button and informed the property owner at his office that you were here for your walk-in. The gate had opened, and he called to let you know to meet him downstairs at the specific number. 

When you knocked and were let in, you most definitely did not expect the blond man himself to be sitting down on a sofa chair. He raised his head and met your gaze, a sly grin on his lips as he leaned his head against his fist. "Nice of you to join us." He muses at your flabbergasted expression. 

Noriaki, the property owner, had only grinned with a closed-eyed smile. "Well, now that everyone is here, let's go look at the available room."

You couldn't say anymore, quite literally dumbfounded at that moment. Silently, you followed behind and entered one of the three apartments on the second floor. Immediately, you smell the scent of lime and are engulfed in light from the glass sliding door in the living room by the balcony. 

"I had different counters put in and a new oven. The fridge isn't the latest model, but it's the most reliable one from the company." The brunet speaks as he leads you two around.

Tsukishima is silent, simply observing everything and checking the small details of certain appliances. The place was exquisite, with two rooms and a surprisingly large bathroom. Even the water pressure was intense and gushed forcefully from the showerhead.

It had everything you wanted, including a storage room just down the hall at the end that could be converted into a small room if needed. 

You wanted this place badly, and even with the deal Noriaki made just for you, the final price still exceeded the budget you could afford to pay alone.  

"So what do you think?" The owner asked once everything was explored and looked about. 

"It's gorgeous." You state while a hand moves to press against the small of your back. "It's still just too much for me to pay by myself." 

"Who said you're paying by yourself?" Tsukishima asked while flicking your forehead. "Why else do you think I'm here?" 

Your head twists to the side with a brow raised almost dramatically. "I-you-" He pinches your cheek but grins a guileless smile that doesn't feel so mean. 

"You're not the only one who was preparing. After all, we have a baby to take care of together." His words came out so smoothly that you struggled to comprehend them. 

You're the one standing there gaping at him dumbfoundedly. You knew he needed time, but you hadn't expected to be ready for...well, this. 

"Shall we go and sign the lease?" Noriaki asked lightly, hands clasped behind his back. 

The blond was the one who answered you. "Yeah, let's go." And he was even the one to grab your hand and drag you to the elevator when you stood nearly shortcircuiting. 

It feels surreal to get this from him when you have tried so hard before. Are things really changing for the better?

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

You had thought things were changing, yet when you asked him to go with you two for your twenty-week check-up, he said that he was busy. It was a little bit of wishful thinking to believe that he'd be there for everything. 

Tsukishima was still the same person he was before, but only now has he stepped up to take care of his responsibility. 

Really, you should have lowered your expectations to minimize your disappointment. But you put that aside for now as you arrive for your appointment. You were there for a check-up and to finally find out the gender of your little fetus. 

"We're going to try something different," Dr. Shiroi communicated as she rolled into a different machine. It looked like a larger ultrasound machine with a bigger body and a more extended trolley. "This is a GE Voluson Ultrasound Machine. It's used to see a 3D/4D real-time visualization of your baby." 

You've heard about this being used to render a physical mold of a blind woman's baby's face so she could feel what they looked like.

You cried when you saw your first ultrasound; you think you might bawl if you were to see something so visually accurate before birth.  

The OB-GYN did the same thing she did last time, raising your shirt to smear the cool coupling jelly on your bare skin. As the transducer is being rolled around on your belly, you hear the sound waves of your body's natural functions while you lay eager to see the 4D rendering. 

An abrupt knock echoes from your door as a nurse peeks in to look your way. "Sorry to interrupt, but there is a man here who goes by Tsukishima Kei. He says that he is here to see the mother of his child," she says quietly. 

You're so startled by her words that you don't realize you were just lying there silently until Shiori spoke. "Well, should we let him in?"

Already on the verge of crying from your hormones, you could not trust your voice, so you nodded. The door shut slightly before it was opened again, and Tsukishima walked in while twisting his head away from the bright light in the room. 

"Work was being a b*tch, and I couldn't get off-" His words come to a complete halt as a heartbeat fills the room—thump, thump, thump, a little slower, still as rhythmic and soothing as before. 

He whipped his head your way, his golden brown eyes consumed by the sight on the screen. His shoulders had slumped, the straps of his bag falling as it hit the ground with a loud thud. You could hear him suck in a gasp with his mouth remaining agape. 

"That's..." He didn't need to finish his sentence as you nodded and turned to look at it, too. 

The screen has a black background, with the colored model of your fetus a medallion yellow hue. You can see the shape of their face, the roundness in their cheeks, and the imprint of their lips. They have all five fingers, with their right hand pressed against their face and the left circled against their chest. The little legs of the fetus are curled up to their chest, a secure position as they sleep so blissfully unaware of the world outside your belly.

"It's our baby, Kei."

He broke down. You can hear his body collapse in a waiting chair against the wall as he chokes on his breath. "My god."

Shiori hums as she moves the transducer slightly. "It looks like...a healthy baby girl. Congratulations." 

You're doing it again; the tears are falling without an order. "Oh, a daughter." You croak with a hand reaching up to touch the screen. "We're having a daughter, Kei." 

Gradually, your head turns back to face the blond, yet you couldn't imagine you'd ever see this sight. With his face hidden in the palms of his hand, you can see the slight droplets of tears peaking through between his fingers. His sagging shoulders are jittering while he clenched his jaw, holding in a sob. 

You have become aware of many things during this pregnancy. You know you have faults, you know you're not perfect, and you know you've been thinking of Kei as cruel. There were many things you just assumed and took the initiative of believing and granted; it was because he never talked to you about what he truly felt, but still. There is still so much to learn about him. 

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

The ride home in Tsukishima's car was silent; there was no talking, and not even the radio was playing. It was hard to have anything to say after such a touching familial moment at the doctors. 

You wonder how he feels right now. Did it become so surreal when he finally heard his daughter's heartbeat, when he finally saw her little face staring right back at him? It was a distinct moment to which very few things could compare. 

He pulled into the underground parking spot and turned the car on to park. Although it was shut off, the blond didn't move as he stared ahead through the glass. His hands are frozen on his lap while his expression remains impassive, unreadable. 

"What's wrong?" It was a simple question, yet one he seemed to avoid as he usually kept his feelings all bottled up. 

Yet you were pleasantly surprised when the young man had blown air out of his mouth and turned to face you. "This is real?" He asked softly. 

"Yeah." You reply with a light chuckle. "It's all real, Kei. We're having a little girl, and she'll be here soon." 

Tsukishima leaned back in his seat as his adam bobbed from a strenuous swallow. "Hate how thankful I am that you didn't move on from me." 

You almost make fun of him, nearly; it was so hard to bite those words down. But you manage only to nod your head and place a hand on his. "Come on, let's go upstairs." 

He didn't need to be told twice as he heaved his body out and wrapped his arms around the other side of the car to open the passenger side. "What a gentleman! " you jeered, yet he said nothing slyly back. 

When you both had ridden the elevator to your floor and entered your apartment, the sun was just about setting. Its warm rays stream in through the glass sliding door, and you take a moment just to stand there and bask in it. 

"Kei?" 

He hums as you hear him kick over a box that still needs to be unpacked. 

Turning to face him, he stares at you curiously. "We need to have better communication." He rolls his eyes dramatically, but you only laugh. "I'm serious. You don't even know how upset I was when I thought you didn't want to come to my appointment. If you had just told me that you were working and might not be able to get off, I would have been fine with that. You know what I would have told you?" 

"Hmm?" He hums while shifting his gaze away and stuffing his hands in the pockets of his slacks. 

"That it was okay, that I understood. If you had just told me that you wanted to be there, but something important like work was not letting you off, the heartache I felt, and the questioning of if you really cared about me would have never happened. It would have been that easy." 

"I know that-" 

You interject his words with a shake of your head as you step towards him. "Don't lie to me. What are you so scared of that makes it hard to communicate with me or just to tell me about your feelings?" 

He sighs exasperatedly while cocking his head in a different direction. "I don't know, (Y/n)." His answering would have enraged you if it were the you before your pregnancy. But you've been through so much, had many realizations and conclusions, and are more open with your thoughts. 

Lightly, you grab his hands and hold them firmly. His skin is warm, and his fingers and palms have rough callouses from his hard work playing volleyball. "Then we're just going to have to figure it together. Because there is no way you're getting rid of me. I love you, Kei. Where am I going to go when we're starting our future together right here?" 

He breathes deeply, chest expanding before you hear the exhale. His golden brown eyes behind his dark frames finally look down at you with the corner of his lip quirking upwards. "I don't remember you being so sappy. It's gross." 

"Ah!" You release his hands to poke him harshly at the waist. "Don't even lie. You know you like it. Someone at least has to be open with their feelings." 

Tsukishima clicked his tongue while swatting your hand away. His towering body turned at an angle to walk down the hallway, though he had halted at first before turning back to face you. "You get on my nerves sometimes." 

"Oh, I could say the same thing about you." You stress back to him playfully. "Now, instead of being a meaniehead, let's figure out what to do for dinner. I'm starving." 

The blonde laughed to himself as he began walking in the direction of the kitchen, but not before flicking your forehead lightly. "Fat a**." 

"And you like this fat a**. That's why I'm pregnant." You drawl while twirling a piece of your hair, and you get the exact response you wanted. He knocked over the napkin dispenser on the island counter from your remark and flung back to glare at you 'harshly.' 

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

When a man finally steps up, you notice the effort he has put in that you should have deserved long ago. Finally, receiving the same amount you have put in feels rewarding in a way nothing else has. 

Although his change seems drastic, perhaps he had always been like that. His insecurities and fear kept him from being the man he could be. You notice it almost immediately; the small things he's been doing have been adding up. 

The foods you've been craving or briefly mentioned are in the cupboards the next day. You complained once that the towel you were using was becoming too small to wrap around yourself, and then suddenly, the next time you showered, two new towels were waiting for you on the counter. 

When you've struggled to get up late at night to wash yourself, he throws your things down by your side of the bed and dramatically sits next to you. His rough hands would then surprisingly clean it for you tenderly, softly, but then once he was done, he'd complain about needing to baby you. 

Yet even when he complains or mutters how annoying something is, he does it again and again. You've dreamed about who would be your one, and although he's a bit different than your imagination, he's exactly what you want. 

Even with his silly little quirks. 

"This is literally all common sense," Tsukishima complains while pointing down at your lesson binder. "What kind of dumb** doesn't know how to hold a baby." 

You can only roll your eyes at his usual complaints. "You whine every time, yet you still come." 

Tsukishima has been coming with you to your childbirth classes, to every single one, even though he complains every time. Nevertheless, each time you say you're going to go alone, he's prying you away from the bus stop and grabbing your hand to drag you to his car.

Maybe he should just say he wants to be around you instead of acting all snobby hehe. 

"Somebody has to make sure you're not doing something stupid." He muttered, leaning back in his seat while crossing his arms over his chest. 

Playfully gasping, you poke him at the waste. "Aw, you actually care about me?" The expression he had on his face when he whipped down to look at you was hilarious. It was as if he was saying, are you seriously serious right now? 

A lady from behind your table laughs to herself as her husband snickers softly. "It's nice to see your caring boyfriend here as usual." Sachiko jest while resting her hands on her pregnant belly. 

"He's not my boyfriend." Were your immediate words, you're just the mother of his child. 

"Princess." Tsukishima suddenly lamented in a whiney voice while he wrapped a long arm over your back to hug your shoulders. "I wish you would stop telling people that when you are upset with me." 

You nearly choke on your saliva as the others around you laugh lightly at the scene. "Young love." Someone sighs under their breath almost dreamily. 

Most of his jokes either go over your head, or you let it slide, but this one was sticking to you. Although things have been changing, most definitely for the better, the topic of your relationship with each other wasn't brought up. 

He's taking responsibility and fully investing in it, but you want him to be more. Maybe that was your issue: always wanting more. 

For the rest of the class, you were silent, listening to the lady up front but not joking around with the blond by your side. He noticed it, you could tell, but he refrained from bringing it up in front of the others. It wasn't until the two of you were in the car, driving back to your apartment, that he spoke. 

At thirty weeks pregnant, you really cannot help if your emotions control you so strongly.

"Alright, what's bothering you now?" He asked while leaning an elbow on his door side. 

"Nothing." Came your mumbled reply as you rested your head on the window, staring out at the darkness of the late night. 

Tsukishima sighed exhaustedly before flicking on his turn signal and shifting. "I'm only going to ask you what's wrong once. After that, you can act like a kicked puppy all you want." 

You sneered at him while turning your head in his direction. "You're just going to make fun of me." 

"Even if you are going to say something stupid, I'm still gonna answer." 

Your eyes stare at his side profile for a moment as you debate whether or not to tell. But you give him soon after as you couldn't go any longer feeling wretched. "I'm sad that we're not dating. I know that I'm the mother of your baby, but I also want to be your girlfriend, maybe wife one day." 

The car came to an abrupt halt that had you jerk in your seat. The blond turned to face you with his eyes squinted and lips stretched into a frown. "What the hell are you on about? Of course, we're together." He states as if it were so apparent. 

Now it was your turn to have a bewildered expression while you held your hands out, pointing at yourself. "Um, how am I supposed to know that? We never officially stated what we were, and you never asked me. What am I supposed to think?" 

"God, why are you like this?" He complains as he starts driving again. "I thought it was obvious. You're the mother to my child. We're living together. I took responsibility, and that means being there for not only the baby but you as well." 

You hated that he was right, somewhat. Slouching in your seat and pouting, you shifted your gaze back to the window. "I just wanted some clarification. Would have been nice if you asked me." Your mumbling words immediately result in a sigh from the man. 

He pulled into the underground parking lot and parked before turning to face you. "Will you be my girlfriend?" 

Slowly, you turned your head to meet his gaze. "No." 

"(Y/n)." He groaned while yanking his keys out of the ignition. "Stop playing around. I'm being serious." 

"So am I. Either put in the effort actually to ask me to be yours or don't ask me at all. I deserve to be treated just a little bit more importantly." 

He was silent the rest of the night, and you hadn't brought it up again. You were tired of the bare minimum, and even though he has been proving more and being there, you wanted him just to try a little bit harder. 

And it seemed that your words had gotten to him. The following day, you woke up to his side of the bed already done and remade. He probably had classes that early morning, so you weren't in a rush to get ready for your day. 

Lazying about for a little longer, you decided to get up after a while once your stomach cried for some food. Yet you quite nearly sh*t yourself at the sound of something moving in your kitchen. Peeking over as carefully as you could with a pregnant belly, you had not expected to see Tsukishima cooking in the kitchen. 

He wore your frilly pink apron over his work clothes as he made all your favorite things. You stepped closer, astonished and astounded by things you didn't expect, like the candies and cute little teddy bears on the counter. Or vases of your favorite flowers with cards leaned against them. 

Tsukishima heard the pitter-patter of your footsteps and spoke without turning around to face you. "I realized I've never given you flowers." 

You're nearly in tears from your hormones. "How did you know those were my favorite flowers?" You asked with a slight squeak to your voice. 

The blonde circled around to place another plate down in the middle of the items he bought. "I know a lot about you too, (Y/n). Now eat; I have to be back at work in an hour." 

Respring a heavy breath, you held back your tears and took a seat on the island. You couldn't wait to dig in, and dig in, did you? The man himself had stayed in the kitchen, washing the dishes before leaning against the counter and just watching you eat. 

By the time you were done, everything was eaten up, and you slouched in your seat, patting your bulging belly over your sleepwear. "That hit the spot." 

Tsukishima hummed while stepping forward to lean his elbows on the surface by your plate. "Now that you've eaten my food, you have no right to refuse me asking you to be my girlfriend." You peered at him with squinted eyes while attempting to hold down a smile. "So, will you finally be my girlfriend?" 

Yeah, that made you feel good. "I suppose." You sing it impishly." "Yes, I will be your girlfriend." 

"Good." After all that, he walked over to your side to kiss your temple before going to the front door to put on his coat and leave for work. 

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Throughout your pregnancy, Tsukishima has surprised you, and he continued to surprise you constantly. It feels like all that sadness and despair that happened before was decades ago. It feels so silly to think about the issues you had and how all of it could have been avoided if you both just communicated better. 

And although he still struggles with expressing himself clearly and not just holding a mask over his true feelings, he's putting in the effort that you've always wanted. 

However, he still continues to surprise you when one day, at thirty-six weeks pregnant, he tells you to get dressed because you are going to meet his family. 

You were in a daze while preparing to go, and on the long car ride there, you couldn't help but get more anxious. Meeting his family was such a huge step. It felt like it made your relationship even more real. He's not someone who would bring around just anyone, and yes, although you are pregnant with his baby, he didn't have to introduce you at all. 

When finally arrived at his home, you felt like you were going to throw up. You're breathing had increased in speed as you gasped for air. 

"(Y/n), breathe," Tsukishima murmured and grasped at your clenched hands. Your eyes fling his way only for him to have leaned forward and kissed your lips softly. Oh, how you melted in his embrace. "There is nothing to be nervous about. They love you already." 

You stared at him with your lips slightly agape. "You talk about me to them?" 

"Of course." He states while raising a hand to pinch your cheek lightly. "I've talked about you long before you were even pregnant." 

It was too much for your little 'ol heart; you couldn't stop the tears that prompted the blond to swipe them away quickly. "Stop crying. You're going to make it seem like I abuse you."

"Abuse me with love." You joke with a quivering voice. 

Kissing your lips once more, he pats your face dry while avoiding your gaze. "You can be so annoying sometimes." 

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The birth came unexpectantly, just cramps and leg pain that you thought was normal as you had them before when you brought your thirty weeks. 

Yet when a particular piercing cramp in your lower belly woke you from your slumber and a wetness spread between your thighs, you knew what was happening. 

You awoke your partner with a startled cry and told him what had happened. He was up to his feet in an instant. Throwing on his clothes, he helped you clean up first, then put on your clothes and threw the to-go bag in the car. 

The blond does not show his emotions easily, yet you can tell he is nervous from his thumping leg and jittery fingers. As he made his way to the hospital, he kept looking at you, checking on your condition. 

Arriving, the nurses were quick to take you away to get checked and placed in a birthing room. You had to deal with the contractions that came in rolling waves of pain and tight uncomfortableness. 

Laying on the hospital bed with the time ticking and your contractions beginning to arrive quicker than before, something hot started to creep up your spine. 

Nerves and anxiety spiked, overwhelming you as they gripped your mind tightly. Tsukishima noticed the slight change in your demeanor quickly, rolling his chair closer to your side. 

"What's wrong?" He asked genuinely. 

You can only look up at him with tears in your eyes. "I'm scared, Kei. What if something goes wrong? What if-" He silences you efficiently with one of his hands moving to hold the side of your face. 

"It's okay to be scared," he murmured, looking at you with tender eyes. "I'm scared, too. I'm afraid to finally hold our daughter in my arms and realize that our entire world will revolve around that little thing." His thumb caressed your cheek, the calloused texture scratchy yet comforting against your skin. "We're going to be okay. Our daughter is going to be okay. God, I can't even wait to hear her annoying little baby cries." 

You cannot help but laugh and reach to hold tightly onto his other hand. "That's going to get old real fast." 

"It will," he replied, smiling genuinely. "But we'll experience it all together." 

For the rest of the night, he was by your side, holding your hand and distracting you from the contractions. When Shiori came and said you were dilated enough, the birthing began. 

It's happening—it was finally happening! After months of preparation, after months of talking to her through your skin, she'll be out here, able to be held in your arms. 

The childbirth classes you took prepared you for this, and they told you about the pain, but the process of pushing her out through your pelvis was a pain you were absolutely unprepared for. You had screamed and grunted, choking on your own breath as you pushed. 

Period cramps had nothing on this; you couldn't even fathom it. Tsukishima was actually useful, letting you squeeze his hand until it almost broke and talking you through it. His voice was so soothing as he attempted to keep his pitch calm.

With him by your side as a support pillar, you felt safe and secure. And to think you were going to do it alone before. How strong all those single mothers must be to be able to lay here in this bed and experience this pain by themselves. 

And finally, after several hours of pushing and screaming and crying, the shrill cry of a newborn filled the delivery room. Oh, her little cry, it blared over the sounds of the machine and nurses talking. 

"You did it." Tsukishima congratulated you with a kiss on your sweaty temple. "So proud of you, Princess." 

Smiling weakly, the two of you watched as a midwife took your daughter to a sink and cleaned her carefully before weighing her. Your hand that was gripping him from the pain was now merely holding him tightly to ground yourself back to reality. 

She's so tiny, yet she already has a head of thick hair. The midwife wrapped your baby carefully in a pink blanket and small little pink beanie before placing her on your chest.  

You and your partner just stare at her in awe, overwhelmed by her ugly cuteness. Her crying had ceased, and finally, her eyes had opened to stare back at you two with her father's golden brown eyes. It's so warm; her gaze is so warm and innocent. 

These little sounds vibrate on your skin. It's like her little humming and gurgling are helping your heartbeat. This is your baby, the daughter of you, and the love of your life. 

"There's no one I'd rather have been the mother to my child," Tsukishima muttered while raising a finger to rub against her cheek. "Only you could give me such a beautifully ugly thing." 

A laugh reverberates against your chest, and your daughter curls her head against your skin as if she recognizes who you are. "Do you think she will be tall?"

"Interesting thing to ask right after birth." The blond replied, looking at you sideways before knocking your head lightly with his. "Whether she'll be tall or not, we'll find out together. But I know she'll be as pretty as her mother." 

You grin, overwhelmed by the pure happiness you are feeling at this moment. "I love you." Your first words were directed at your daughter before you looked up to meet your boyfriend's gaze. "And I love you too." 

His lips pursed, tight and firm, before he closed his eyes and rested his head atop yours. "I love you too."

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said he likes crazy

a ‘partners in crime’ installment - luke castellan x dionysus!reader prev -> anything you want | next -> play pretend words: 2.1k summary: (pre-established relationship) The one where only he can help you with a bad day, even if he's been avoiding you since your first kiss. Luke Castellan x fem!Dionysus!reader a/n: SAID HE LIKES CRAZY GIRLS, BUT HE HATES WHEN I ACT CRAZY guys i didnt sleep for this pls tell me its ok (posted 1/29/24, beta’d by the lovely ellie @lixzey )

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He’s been avoiding you. 

To be specific, Luke’s been running away from you. Typical son of Hermes, and a typical teenage boy at that. But if anyone’s asked you what’s up (which, they all have, after almost 4 years of seeing you two not go a day without bickering), it’s just easier to say you’ve been busy.

Okay, so perhaps you’ve been avoiding him too.

Annabeth clocked you as soon as you turned tail after almost bumping into him after archery practice. Damn children of Athena; it’d be nice if they weren’t so perceptive sometimes.

“What did he do this time?” she pipes up, filling the silence of the Big House. It’s late now, and the cabin counselors’ meeting just ended.

“Seeing as you’re the one helping me with the paperwork tonight and not him, you can take a good guess, Annie,” you sigh.

Honestly though, who the fuck kisses someone senseless and then runs away? (Luke Castellan, that’s who.) You weren’t sure what to make of it. You’re a daughter of chaos, after all, not love. But if there’s anyone who can read your emotions better than yourself, it’s him. 

Annabeth stares at her idiot brother through the window as he wanders in the grass outside the Big House.

“That bad, huh?”

“He’s just…being Luke,” you say, blinking slowly as you shuffle through the last of the files you need to put on your dad’s desk before you mutter, “I’m just having a bad day.”

A noise of concern makes its way up Annabeth’s throat. You haven’t had a bad day in a while, in all honesty, not one that makes you act like this, admittedly not one that makes you act like you— the daughter of Dionysus, god of insanity, and not the daughter of Mr. D, camp director.

It was just a bad day until it turned into a bad week, and the voices in your head were starting to get loud without Luke distracting you. Because that’s what he ultimately is, a distraction from your camp duties. 

There’s so much to do and so little time, however, that you hide away your microexpressions that seem to be clawing at you from the inside. The anger, the mania, the hurt. If you unleash it, only the gods can predict how much of camp would be affected by your ‘outbursts’, as your dad likes to call them. Not like you had a choice in the matter. Your days of wreaking havoc are behind you, now presenting yourself as the stellar star of the Camp Half-Blood show. It’s almost a one-woman production with you picking up after your father and trying to tame the traits he passed down.

Thanks for that, D. 

So you give and you give and you give—all your attention and time and effort into keeping camp upright, into being the perfect daughter, that at the end of the day, you’ve drained yourself of who you are with who you try to be.

You look at your tired reflection in the window, before your eyebrow raises at the sight of Luke blending in with the shadows of the tree he’s leaning against. Idiot.

“Annie, would you mind…”

“Yeah, I’ll do cabin checks myself. Might drag your brother to do them with me,” she smiles, patting your arm before grabbing her bag.

“If he complains, let me know. Pollux has heard me bitch enough today.” The small girl raises an eyebrow at that, biting her tongue from responding. You chewed out a lot of people today, acting extra uptight and demanding of the counselors to “just do the right thing.” It was almost insufferable, but despite you trying to hold it in, your emotions bled into their own. Everyone was agitated by the end of the meeting, filing out quickly with biting words and hot tempers. You couldn’t help but notice Luke led them all out of there, and they also somehow got the feeling that he was to blame. 

Smiling at Annabeth in thanks, you watch her walk out to Luke before punching him in the stomach as he grimaces, meeting your violet gaze through the window as he raises a hand. It’s hard to tell if it’s to signal a truce or his embarrassment, but he trudges the way up the path and the door creaks open.

“Heard you were having a bad day,” he mumbles, scratching the nape of his neck. You look at him from the corner of your eye as you continue to write down the weekly to-dos and organize papers for your dad to sign and send back to Zeus.

“Why are you still here, Castellan?”

“So we’re back to that? I thought…” his voice trails off at the sound of his last name, not Luke, not angelface, or anything in between, and both of you are unsure how to proceed. Neither of you have done this before, at least not with each other. You tilt your head to the side, daring him to speak, and it reminds him of a week ago, you bathed in sunlight when he leaned in and kissed you. Though if he did that right now, he’s not sure how you’d react. 

“It’s just a bad day,” you whisper in defeat, lilac eyes wilting in front of him like an overwatered flower.

He realizes then that he cares for you more than he knows how to. And Luke knows what it means when you’re having a bad day.

There’s a deranged look in your eye, a subtle eye twitch and clench of your jaw that is almost insusceptible to the average demigod, but he knows you’re on edge, having taunted you mercilessly until you scream, cry, laugh, or all of the above. But most of all you look tired and in need of someone who knows how it feels to be underappreciated. 

“D’s a great dad to the twins. But I just feel like… maybe he wasn’t meant to be mine,” you whisper, rolling your tongue against the front of your teeth to push back the sob a 14-year-old version of you would let out deep in the dark of cabin 11, having been there for months and knowing Dionysus was your father and waiting for him to see you. To know you. 

“Giving me a hard time about all of this,” you say, hands gesturing to the things you have to prepare for him by morning. You’re overworked, underpaid, and definitely not appreciated— and Luke decides he hates your dad for what he puts you through, not just as a shitty camp director but as a shitty dad. He’s learned to live with the hurt—to use it to fuel his vengeance for how he plans to make the world better. But your ambition makes you change yourself constantly to try to be better. Both fatal flaws are fueled by the ignorance of your fathers. He knows the feeling all too well.

He knows you.

“What do you need?” he asks simply, stepping closer to your form hunched over the desk.

“I can do it, you know. D’s wrong about me,” you whisper, and the words come out sounding so desperate for him to believe the performance you always put on that you avert your eyes.

He doesn’t need to be convinced; instead, he holds his arms out waiting for you to let you make the next move. Luke is neither a fool nor a knave— there are no tricks here, no hidden agenda as he watches you try to compose yourself with a deep breath instead of showing him the real you. The one who’s beneath the mask of being head counselor, your father’s saving grace, and the one who carries her responsibilities like Atlas carries the weight of the sky.

“I know you can. You always have. You really think I’m here to help you file paperwork?”

“Will you let me?” Whether he meant sharing the workload or being there for you, you wouldn’t dare to ask. It’s all the same, anyway—laying yourself bare for someone to peek into your mind and have them not laugh at it.

Suddenly you speak, and the intensity of your tone makes him straighten his posture. 

“Sometimes… Do you ever feel the need to just…”

“What?” He reaches out to tug your hair, and in the dim light, he can see the bloom of your cheeks. You’re shy, and Luke thinks you look soft like this, wary of how he perceives you.

“I shouldn’t.” Fuck the gods. He can see the thought form in your eyes, the heat of your stare tearing through his, and his lips pull into a smirk.

“What was that, Trouble?” 

“Luke, don’t be an asshole…” You say warily, biting the inside of your cheek. There’s no way you’re going down in the history books for cursing the gods because Luke Castellan of all people made you. 

“I thought you liked me like that,” he’s grinning now, and grabbing your chin lightly, mouthing the words to echo your thoughts. 

Fuck the gods.

“Fuck.” you whisper, before your voice fails you, your eyes closing both from his touch and the genuine fear of the heavens falling down from the sacrilege falling from your lips.

“Louder,” he whispers, pulling your face up close to his, “come on, you used to be more fun, Trouble. I believe in you.”

“Fuck!” you say louder and he’s whispering in your ear, urging you to toe the line between perfect child and degenerate.

“Say it again.”

“FUCK! FUCK THE…” you yell before you sigh exasperatedly, eyes widening as you feel the breath release from your chest before your head lolls onto his shoulder. 

“Gods, you’re fucking insane, Castellan.”

He laughs lowly, and it sounds as sweet as sin. Your smiling lips make an imprint on his collarbone, and he wishes they would sear themselves on there for the rest of eternity.

“Hey, I get it from you. Feel better?”

To be seen is a fickle thing. But to be known is something more intimate, and nothing will be able to erase the connection you both share—fatal flaws and all. There are things you can’t change about people, what they are at their core, and so he takes what you hate about yourself with both hands and pulls you towards his chest until you settle against him with a sniffle. Luke tilts your chin up again, a rough thumb wiping away evidence of your watery smile. He thinks he sees a glimpse of a past you—a younger one that dyed his socks purple to make him feel like he belongs here. And he knows now that he does belong with you, right here as he holds you in the quiet of the Big House.

“Ugh, I’ll kiss you later, I still have to finish up here. You’re not off the hook, angelface.” You sigh, pushing away from him before he tugs you back, your feet stumbling as you roll your eyes at his impish expression.

“Let me make it up to you then, Trouble.”

“What, so you run away again?” you scoff, snickering at the sight of his ego being taken down a notch.

“I’ve just….I don’t know how to do all of this with you. Guess I’m worried it won’t meet your expectations, Miss Head Counselor.” A boyish sort of bashfulness crosses his features, and he’s twirling a piece of your hair in his hands like spinning silk.

“I just hope you never stop surprising me. That’s all I ask.”

Your hand touches his wrist lightly, and he sighs like you’ve already taken his breath away.

“I keep my promises. Do you?”

“Who said a kiss was a promise? I meant it as a threat,” you laugh before he’s pressing your hips into the table, nose nudging against yours and suddenly work is off the table for the rest of the night.

You on the table, however, well... that could be negotiated.

“I knew something was wrong with me when your so-called threats got less scary and more sexy,” Luke teases, running a finger on the side of your cheek. His breath tickles your lips, and you can imagine the rage your father would feel if he caught the two of you in his office like this. Besides the blatant defiance, you briefly wonder if your rebellion would get him to respect you more. An interesting thought.

“You’re absolutely terrible. I need to get this done… The gods don’t wait for us.”

A weak sigh leaves your mouth as your brain is already riddled with thoughts of him and he closes the gap between your lips.

“They can wait until morning. For now, you’re mine.”

—

“You can’t love someone unless you love yourself first — bullshit.

I have never loved myself.

But you —

Oh god, I loved you so much I forgot what hating myself felt like. (via swxrn-in)”

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HEAR ME OUT, TOJI AND NANAMI BEING INTO CHUBBY WOMEN??? (from jjk ofc-) what’s ur take on which characters from jjk would be into chubby girls? 😋

JJK men that prefer a chubby wife

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warnings: breeding, pussy eating, sex, cockwarming, fem reader

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Gojo

-not only does he have a preference for plump women, he’s not afraid to make it known. Sure he’s dated mostly thin women through high school and college, but that was before he knew the pleasure of holding onto a pair of fat thighs as he fucked into chubby pussy…

-you’re his EVERYTHING he’s completely in love and shows you off as often as he can. there’s no room to be self conscious or doubt your beauty, because he’s absolutely head over heels and will show you in and out of the bedroom.

-he’s got to have you on his lap any time you’re around, including if you come to bring him lunch when he’s teaching class. it’s a little embarrassing, but it’s how he shows his love!

-there’s nothing that can tear him away from your chubby pussy once he’s got his tongue in you I fear… honestly he’s fallen asleep between your legs more than once…

Nanami

-he enjoys soft and comfortable things, and you’re one of them. he finds himself resting his head on your breasts or belly when he’s stressed!

-Nanami is a pretty big, muscular man, so the extra cushion on your body lets him let loose a little more than he would be able to with a thin woman

-this man would do absolutely anything for you. he just adores pampering you with sweets and new clothes. when he has you to come home to, he can do pretty much anything.

-he just loves having your fat, plump ass resting on his lap as you keep his cock nice and warm. he’ll rub a hand over your chubby tummy, whispering about how soon, your belly will swell with his child, and how good of a mommy you will be!

Choso

-Choso had no preferences before he met you, and after he did see your plump figure approach Itadori with a big smile on your face, his life was changed forever. It didn’t help that you were a kind college student that was taking care of his baby brother, you were PERFECT!

-he doesn’t understand human beauty standards, so he was genuinely shocked when Itadori informed him you had never been with a man before. you are literal perfection?? oh hell no he’s gotta wife you up with HASTE

-he follows you around like a lovesick puppy, sometimes growling at anyone that gets too close. he can’t keep his eyes off your fat, swaying hips or your cute chubby cheeks that look pink each time you catch his staring

-it wasn’t long before he couldn’t help it and had you sprawled out on the bed, his face buried in your pussy as he confessed and apologized all at the same time

Toji

-sir is absolutely smitten with you. Your cute chubby cheeks that turn pink when he gives you attention, the soft sway of your plump hips when you walk away, and most importantly that tummy that he’d love to squeeze while he bounces you on his cock… dreamy sigh…

-you’re his sweet little princess, and he just loves to get you all riled up. the way you puff out your cheeks and pout at him after he just fucked you on his fingers just to pull away right before you could orgasm gets him hard

-he loves to fuck your thighs and get them all messy with his cum <3 don’t worry, he’ll always clean up his mess and give you a few orgasms as an apology, but he just loves the feeling of your soft, plush thighs surrounding his dick

-he’s a big fan of groping and grabbing at your ass when you walk by, and yes this extends to public settings. it’s a bit embarrassing, but he’ll buy you a piece of strawberry cake later to make it up for you

[princessbrunette]

mascot!jj had charmed you.

he had handed you the party invite whilst wearing the full mascot get up, sweaty hair stuck to his head, cheeks flushed post game, tongue wetting his lips. jj was an odd one, the rules were different at college. you can be a dork, a mascot for the sports team — but if you were likeable, charming, and cute — you’d still get invited places.

“better see you there, i’m like, so serious.” he’d grinned when he placed the flier in your hand, eyes lingering before he runs off to hand out more.

now there you were, watching him be a social butterfly — shyly stood at his side with a tight dress on. it was nice to see him without the big mascot costume, now stood there — looking alot less sweaty, the college sweatshirt on, a cap sat snugly backwards on his head. you already knew he was cute and charming, but tonight you were seeing him in a different light. the type that made you down your drink a lot quicker, needing that buzz of confidence.

you were aware of rafe’s presence at this party, and that he wanted you — so naturally he wasn’t very happy about seeing you lingering around jj the whole night. the cameron boy was already pretty gone by the time you’d turned up, so it was hard to keep his attention for too long anyway — rafe getting sucked into beer pong with the boys or worse, disappearing to the bathroom and reappearing fifteen minutes later sniffing and playing with his nose. he’d give you a sweaty five minutes, grinding up behind you on the dance floor before running off to force his friends to ‘chug.’

but you had jj’s attention. he didn’t miss a beat.

when it came to passing around a joint, he practically smacked it out of his friends hand to grab at it.

“dude, seriously — y’gotta offer it to the lady first. where are your manners? like…” he scolds, shaking his head before holding it up with raised brows. “care for some greens m’lady?” he presents, making you giggle. you lower your voice, a little embarrassed.

���i’ve never done that before.”

he’s quick, eyes widening and jerking his hand away. “oh— forget it then. it’s gone. s’totally cool we don’t gotta—”

“wait— no i… i wanna try… with you.” you bring your hands to a clasp on your lap, lifting your shoulders shyly as if to bat away the eyes on your interaction, and you physically watch him melt. not only in relief, but in adoration.

“wh— really? don’t feel like you have to. i’m cool either way.”

you take two tokes and you’re done, and jj is indeed cool with it. chuckling as he takes it away from you, he brings it to his own mouth, inhaling before blowing away from you and standing up. “y’know what? sometimes two is like, more than enough. gettin’ you some water ‘kay, two secs.”

you’re all warm and hazy as you watch him walk away, grinning ear to ear as you don’t even acknowledge rafe shoulder checking him as they pass eachother, saying something you don’t hear. jj flips him off as he walks on, and that’s that. you’ve never had two guys fight over you before, and though usually you hate the attention being on you, even when you’re up dancing on that field— you couldn’t help but feel some arousal stirring inside you. it was nice to feel wanted.

maybe that’s why you downed your drink, why that shyness started to drain your body, why you ended up in some sorority chicks walk in closet, practically climbing jj maybank as you frantically overlap tongues.

you can’t believe the words flying from your mouth as you pant wetly in his ear, so beside yourself you couldn’t believe it. his hand is stuffed down your panties, jaw dropping when he really acknowledges how soaked you are. “wanna— wanna suck you off, jayj.” you moan, and even in the moment you know you sound like a desperate pornstar. jj physically shudders, eyes screwing shut like he could cum right there.

“you— okay— i mean there’s no way like you’re impossibly hot and should be seriously like… not interested in me dude — sorry not dude, you’re not a— whatever, lemme make you cum— see how ya feel after.”

he shakes his head at his own rambling, dropping a quick kiss to your cheek when you freeze to listen to him with wide glossy eyes, biting his lip and scrunching his nose in concentration as he extends his arm a little more, trying to find that spot. surprisingly, it seemed like he’d done this quite a few times before. if you weren’t so aroused, your stomach might’ve twisted in jealousy.

he sinks his middle finger inside you, and extends his thumb to dust little circles over your clit and your knees buckle, jaw dropping. he supports more of your weight, nodding knowingly. “yup. theeere it is. alright, lemme get you right mama.”

and that he did.