#[ rubs my lil hands together this is gonna be very cute and sweet ]

[kiealer]

✰ @dragvnsovl // gohan

Something in his voice as they talked over the phone implanted a trifling concern in her mind. He sounded… melancholic, perhaps. It worried her, and motivated her all the more to see him again. She offered to come over, even to spend the night, and he seemed to accept the notion readily. Happily, she packed her things and wasted no time in ventured toward Gohan's abode.

❝Gohan!❞ Ninazu grins warmly upon the sight of him. Her arms wind around his frame, pulling him into a gentle hug. It felt so nice to have her friend in her arms after so long. ❝It's good to see you again. I know it's been awhile, but I guess we've both been busy.❞ Releasing him, her smile remains genuine and sweet. ❝I hope you've been doing alright.❞

[simpjaes]

speaking of hoon edging himself for days when you're not available, can you write a quick prompt about how he'd fill up and overflow all your holes when you get back. fuck, he'd be the type to go for ages even after you're all fucked out and overstimulated

reminder that I don't do requests but since you asked for a prompt, i'll write a lil somethin' somethin'.

christmas setting woohoo!

warnings: major edging, a billion orgasms, reader is smaller than him and can be lifted and held up.

wc: 1.4k

Sunghoon, your busy, busy boyfriend. Sunghoon, you're amazingly sweet, loving, and careful boyfriend. Sunghoon, your very, very horny boyfriend.

Honestly, he hates himself every time he does it. Sometimes it's intentional, but this time it wasn't entirely his fault.

It's the first time since you started dating him that you had to go home for a week during the holidays. Which is fine, you've only been dating him since the beginning of the year and it was somewhat expected that you wouldn't be spending christmas with him and him alone. After all, you expected him to go home too.

And he did, which arguably makes his situation worse.

Sunghoon, your needy, pathetic, and annoyed boyfriend.

What's worse is that edging is one thing, but this is just blatant torture. He thought it would be fun to be long-distance for a week. He wanted phone sex, he wanted to see you fuck yourself on camera for him, he wanted you to show him how much you missed him. And that's ultimately where he fucked up.

Because you can barely even respond to his text messages let alone call him for phone sex. Due to sharing a room with your cousin, due to constantly helping your family out with holiday preparations, due to-- doing stuff that doesn't involve helping him out.

You're entirely being distracted from him right now. Family, holiday tradition, and merry joy or whatever.

And you know, it wouldn't be that big of a deal if it weren't for the fact that his libido is far too high to have a girlfriend not on him every night. And by every night, it's really every night.

He's supposed to be distracted, though, with being home too and all. But he's entirely tuned into the fact that he's been so fucking hard since the day after you left. It's almost painful now, especially because something inside of him drives him to enjoy this torture. To try and hold off for the day you both eventually land back in the same city, and he can fuck all of this frustration out of himself and into you.

Plus, um, it's kind of hard to jerk off in his family home surrounded by said family. If anything, he should not be as horny as he is. He should be entirely turned off, and entirely tuned in to wrapping gifts and pretending santa is real.

Which, again, isn't working because with each day that passes, all he can think about is you and how you looked the last night you were together, all pretty with your lashes fluttering up at him. Pretty face, pretty mouth, pretty pussy.

Man, he's gonna fucking explode before this week is up.

・・・・・・・・・・・・・・

Safe to say, Sunghoon did not explode.

But upon looking at him when he storms into your dorm room? He seems pretty fucking close to it. He looks sleepy, spent, and even exhausted.

You were half ready to offer your bed up for a nice little afternoon nap before he came up to you and immediately had his hand down your loose pajama shorts.

"Hoon?" You ask with a light chuckle.

"You couldn't even call me." He very nearly whined, which is kiiind of new to you.

Then it clicks. Right. Your boyfriend and his libido. His sex drive.

Oh my god, he must have been suffering.

"I'm so hard right now," He chokes out, rubbing himself against your thigh. "I've been so hard all week, babe, please."

And he doesn't really need to ask, but it's kind of cute that he does.

"Why didn't you take care of it?" You ask playfully, feeling his frantic fingers work you up so that you're ready to take whatever nightmare amount of cum he needs to give to you.

"Why didn't you take care of it?" He counters, fingers stopping for a moment before he shifts entirely, pulling his hand out of your pants and immediately shoving you back and against the small dorm kitchen counter.

You chuckle, because of course you do. You'll never get used to being needed or wanted so badly by someone, and it fills you with so much joy that he's really this desperate.

"I should maybe leave more often," You smile at him when he's slipping your pants off of you, hiking one of your legs up and against his waist before fumbling with his own pants. "Never seen you this horny--"

He shuts you up fast, your voice only working him up more and more with your stupid, stupid playful words. You're loving this, you must loooove to see him fucking suffer over you.

And then, the only sound that you can hear is the ringing in your ears as he plunges himself into you. Cock already hard and wet, pulsing with the need to fuck something. You, specifically.

It's like neither of you could speak if you wanted to, with his consistent groans and relieved sighs of feeling your pussy squeeze him like he missed so much.

"Missed you, fuck-" He manages to choke out, already nearing the point of orgasm before it slams into him without warning.

It's the first time he's ever come so fast, barely a full ten strokes into you before it happened, but you love it all the same. It felt somehow better than usual. After all, he could go for an hour or more when his sexual appetite is fed nearly every night by you.

Arguably, he appears to be able to go an hour or more now too, as your face falls into that of shock that his orgasm doesn't render him flaccid or spent.

He paused through his first orgasm, feeling it run through his body in a numbing way, only to immediately fuck up and into you harder once it's subsided. He knows he has more to give, so, so much more. A weeks worth of fucking you will be had now.

And man, you feel every inch of him, deeper and deeper until somehow he feels bigger than usual. Somehow he's splitting you open better than he ever has, and he's filling you up with orgasms that have never once lasted as long as the ones he's shaking through now.

A second orgasm comes in the form of him wrapping your other leg around his waist too, where he's essentially holding you up and against the counter absolutely railing your pussy until his legs nearly buckle.

And well, they do buckle. He's careful though, maintaining his balance before tapping your legs without a word and immediately pushing you to the floor. You stared in awe at how his cock is still working through the two orgasms, despite his brain clearly having gone blank the moment he said he missed you.

There, you give him a third orgasm with your throat. It took a little longer, and it only happened when he let it. Holding your head in place with both hands, fucking his hips into you just to feel your throat constrict and strangle his pathetic and still needy cock. You hear his brain start working again through this, and the only words he can mutter is, "it's like you're doing this on purpose, god, look at how you take it."

You take all of it and you taste all of it, again and again as he stumbled in front of you, angling his hips into your mouth to push it deeper, just to come to the point that you're choking. You wish you could have seen the way he chewed against his bottom lip and threw his head back as it happened.

You're so good to him though, letting him take it out on you like this. So, so good to him.

And it didn't stop. For hours he fucked himself into every part of you that you'd allow, offering you several orgasms in turn from sheer force and need alone. He didn't really even try, because for the first time with you, he was solely desperate to focus on himself. To empty his body of this buildup, and to fill you up with how frustrated he's managed to become.

By the next morning, you weren't the only one rendered unable to walk. His own legs felt weak, his head hurt, his eyes were strained at the morning light. But when he looked at you, smiling as if you really would leave more often just to have him lose his goddamn mind like that again, he immediately scolds.

"Why are you smiling like you're gonna do this shit to me again?"

And you'd just smile wider.

"Because I definitely will."

He rolls his strained eyes at you, thinking hard about the fact that as much as he hates not fucking you, he might kind of love the way you make it up to him.

[tiredcreatur3]

omegaverse, breeding kink, a bit of a daddy kink but not really, very soft and sweet, reader’s pregnant and husband eijirou’s very much fond of it, a really sloppy and disgusting and horny lil drabble or whatever you wanna call it so don’t read if any of the above makes you uncomfortable.

roughly around 2.1 k words

and just wanted to say that requests are open! :)

what could've been a nice cooking time together, turned into a fucking session, the two of you now on the kitchen floor, straddling the alpha's lap who was sitting down, resting his back against the cabinets.

"ride this fuckin' cock, baby.." eijirou whispered out softly, his head falling back as he groaned softly, cock all wet and swallowed up by your pretty pussy, having him all wrapped around your finger, but you weren't really doing much better.

you rolled your hips into his, nice and slow, it wasn't anything too rushed or fast, just those languid little grinds of your hips into his cock, having you all whimpery and whiny, resting your forehead against his chest, all out of it.

you were so fucking wet too, little wet sounds adding to both of yours moans with each movement. you couldn't fucking stand him kissing at your neck while you'd chop up some veggies or when he'd rest his hand under your shirt and on your swollen tummy, slowly inching his way up to your full tits.

and god, this position was just something, feeling each and every inch of your alpha, having you all drooly and moaning, clutching his shirt in your fist, loving how the redhead rested his big hands on your hips, pulling them gently in every time.

you were trembling so so hard, but oh it felt so good, you were shaking from how nice this was really, being able to fit all of eijirou's fat cock inside you like that.

"c-can feel you in my tummy.." you whimpered breathily, having the alpha touch your lower tum, letting him feel his own cock poking at your guts. "f-feels so good, e-eiji.. f-feel like 'm gonna cum any second." you added a bit later, feeling eijirou press down on your lower tummy, so mesmerized by the fact that he could feel his cock inside you just like that, eyes all soft and fucked out as well, taking a look at the rest of your body.

he moved his eyes from where his hand was placed to your swollen little tummy, knowing that his puppy was there, kept all safe by you, god, he couldn't help but rub over the soft skin too, gently pulling your shirt up, other hand still placed on your hip, making sure you were moving your hips the whole time just like that.

"fuck, i love you so much, baby.. i love you." he grunted quietly, looking up to you with such a hazy look, the two of you so fucked out for each other. "can feel it right here, huh?" he let out, pressing down on your lower tummy firmly once again, licking his lips, watching your pretty tits jiggling, lil tum so cute and round, adding in a few own rolls of his hips against yours, staring right into your eyes.

"you wanna cum, baby? yeah?" he cooed softly at you, watching you crumble in his embrace, slumping into him, trembling so hard, pussy quivering around his thick cock that just fit inside you so good.

"f-fuck.. you feel so good." he whispered into the air, placing his hands on your ass, fondling the soft flesh, groaning as god, you felt fucking amazing, all tight and warm, keeping his dick so wet. and oh, you looked so cute, so so out of it, tits soon about to be full with milk, tummy getting rounder and rounder with each day and you were begging for his cock every single day.

you whimpered, keeping yourself nuzzled into his chest, holding yourself so close to him, still rolling your hips into him, fucking his cock so damn good.

you could barely let out any sounds anymore, just continuing to hump his dick, not even wanting him to move or anything as this felt real nice too, how he let you do whatever you wanted and enjoyed it with you simply, it being so fucking filthy, the two of you fucking on the kitchen floor, not even being able to keep your hands off each other for breakfast.

"d-does it feels good for you, daddy? yeah?" you whispered out, beginning to slowly move your hips up and down, hearing him gasp quietly, obviously helping you out, because men should always help their pregnant wife, right?

"f-feels so fucking good, baby.. god, i love your pussy, 's all mine." he let out, voice all breathy and out of it, gently gripping your jaw, staring into your eyes so intently, it was crazy, both of you so fucked out, the male kissing you lovingly, one hand moving to your tummy again.

you whimpered, going back to grinding on his cock, kissing him back needily. god you loved his cock, you couldn't even comprehend it. you got all the tighter, finally getting yourself that close, a soft gasp leaving you, the male immediately knowing, pulling you closer to you, holding you as his breathing got all heavy too.

"i know, baby.. i know." he hummed out to you, gently pulling you into his chest, knowing that neither of you would last much longer.

"want me to cum in that cute little pussy of yours?" he said quietly, not thinking that it mattered that much honestly, eyes all soft as he watched you, fucking his cock so good and looking so so pretty while doing so, fondling your ass nicely, groaning whenever the flesh jiggled so so good.

he smiled once you nodded your head timidly, slamming your ass against his hips, staring right back at you, all drooly and bleary eyes with pleasure.

"can't even speak, baby? hm?" he whispered out to you, cupping your cheeks and watching how you were so so fucked out, so out of it that you couldn't even think of words to say honestly, nodding your head.

he kissed you sweetly, immediately kissing him back messily, drool dripping down both your lips, so so damn filthy and disgusting but god, you were so happy, so so fucking happy, purring all loud and proud.

"is it okay if i lift you up, baby? don't think i can feel my legs anymore." he chuckled to you as you nodded your head, smiling and letting him get up, knowing how careful and gentle he was with you, he'd never drop you.

"there we go, sweetie.. let me do all the work, yeah? did so much for daddy already." he whispered out, carefully drawing his hips back and almost pulling out, seeing how his cock twitched nicely, covered in his lover's cum, groaning quietly as he pressed into you, nice and slow, watching you fall apart on the kitchen counter.

he repeated that a few times, knowing how fucked out it got you, even getting you to squirt a little bit, after he pressed down on your lower tummy gently. he truly was the best husband you could ever ask for. you were never grumpy during your pregnancy as he kept you nice and content with fucking you ever single day.

"e-eiji.." you whispered to him weakly, not sure how long you could take this for, so so tired out honestly but of course, the alpha only sped up, keeping your legs nicely bent.

"what is it, baby? you don't want my cock anymore? is it too much for you?" he cooed to you while completely ravishing your guts, staring into your eyes as he placed his hand on your neck.

you watched with such a soft expression on your face, shaking your head a little as he fucked you so so deep, feeling it all the way in your guts, looking down to how cute your pussy looked while stuffed with your husband's cock, so so stunned by it every single time, hyper focusing on it for now, just staring with quiet little purrs rumbling through him.

"where do you want me to cum, baby?" he asked softly, gently cupping your cheek to get your attention, smiling to you as you looked up to him.

"want me to cum inside your pretty pussy? hm?" he whispered out, leaning in to kiss you sweetly, rubbing across your cheek and holding you in place nicely, fucking that sweet little pussy of yours.

you nodded your head hurriedly, definitely wanting the alpha to cum inside, keep your pussy so so full and stuffed, kissing him back as oh, you really couldn't go on anymore.

"can you say it for me, honey? where do you want me to cum?" he asked again, so so patient with you, voice so gentle while listening to your sweet little whimpers and moans.

"cum in m-my pussy please.. can you do that, daddy?" you hummed out, staring up to eijirou with such soft innocent eyes, "think you can cum in my pussy? would feel really good, r-right?" you whispered, purposely clenching around the alpha's cock, watching how he slammed it in and out of him before looking up to keep eye contact with his alpha.

"is that enough daddy? said everything you wanted to hear.." you let out, teasing your hand across his stomach up to his chest, watching how he was slowly losing it, staring into your eyes half lidded.

"mhm, that's all that daddy needs to know, baby." he groaned out, carefully pulling his cock out, slapping it across your slit, spitting down on it too, as if all the slick and cum from previous didn't make you wet already, repeating that twice to get you all nice and out of it.

"come on, sweetie.. cum for daddy, know you're holding back." he whispered, hearing how out of it you were getting, how fucking soaked and warm you were, it being almost impossible how good you felt.

and soon, both of you were coming nice and hard, it getting you so so out of it that you couldn't even speak, staring at the alpha the whole time, watching how his eyebrows furrowed, hips not stilling even when he was coming because he knew you'd kill him if he did.

and god, you were really feeling like you were about to pass out, sighing shakily as the alpha pressed deep inside you, keep that tiny lil pussy of yours stuffed before pulling out, a shaky hum leaving him, staring hard and being so so mesmerized by such simple thing like that.

you watched him with soft purrs, smiling to him and carefully spreading your folds, letting him stare at how all of his cum was nicely stuffed inside you.

"i love you, baby.." he whispered out to you softly, leaning down to carefully press a few kisses to your puffy lil clit, eventually licking and sucking across the sensitive nub too, just wanting to treat his lady good, wanting to make you feel appreciated and special because oh, you were, you so fucking were, carrying his first baby inside you, it made him fall for you even harder and harder each day.

he couldn't believe he got this lucky, having the love of his life carry another love of his life in their belly. god, he loved you and the baby so much already. he was so happy once the two of you began to try for a baby and were successful a few weeks into it.

he treated you like royalty for being able to endure all these painful months of pregnancy, gave you lil feet massages and always gave in for those midnight drives to mcdonald's so you were satisfied for the rest of the night.

"i-i love you more.." you breathed out, shaking as oh, you really couldn't stand how good he was at eating you out, knowing all your sensitive spots and always using that knowledge the best he could.

" 's not possible, love." he smiled to you, humming against your clit before pulling away, pressing the tip of his cock against that tiny little used up hole of yours, smiling to his love, to his dearest lover.

"a-again?" you let out shakily to him, whining but oh, once he slid in again, you were quiet, letting your husband fuck you all over again, knowing that you could handle one more round as surprisingly, your sex drive has become much much higher now.

"mhm, you don't want me to? i can just stop right here, baby.." he said, smiling to your words as he slowed down purposely, pressing his hips inside you nice and deep.

"is that what you want, baby? doesn't look like it at all." he whispered out to you, carefully lifting your shirt and cupping your sore tits, humming as oh, he loved them, loved how squishy and soft they were, gently squeezing them and fondling them with so much care.

and of course, you were all for it now, hating whenever the alpha teased you like this, whimpering to his words and shaking your head.

[moabunnie]

TxT When You’re On Your Period ❤️

My take on the boys reacting to you on your period!

Warnings: your period lol

Hope you enjoy~

~

Soobin

Such a sweetheart, but I think he would panic just a lil bit

“Do I need to go buy you something??”

And you assure him you’re okay

Until you change your mind like 5 minutes later

But then you change your mind again and tell him not to

You’re very indecisive about it lol

When you’re cramping he just feels so sad he can’t take the pain away

He lets you squeeze his hand when you’re cramping

“You have to do this for HOW LONG???? 😳”

Soobs a little shocked that periods feel so awful for like a week

And that you basically do it once a month

“Girls are so tough wow”

Puts on funny shows/movies in hopes it will distract you from pain

Eats ice cream with you (you knew I had to had this)

You sleep a LOT on your period, so he feels like he is your sleep guardian lol always watching over you

Always putting blankets over you and putting a pillow under your head

And sometimes a lil stuffed animal 🥺

And when you’re period is finally over, he takes a breath of relief until realizing he has to do it again in a month

Yeonjun

He’s s u a v e

Takes everything so seriously and does everything calmly

But he is a guy, so he doesn’t understand/think things through sometimes

“Can we take a bath together to make you feel better?🥺”

Baby… Junnie… I am literally bleeding”

“Oh yeah😔”

You are very clingy and just want to cuddle Yeonjun all the time

But he’s afraid he’s going to hurt you lol

He will very gently hold you. No squeezing whatsoever because he is afraid you will pop

But he WILL give you lil tummy and back rubs

Brings you anything and everything when you ask

Need tampons? He will grab ur tampon box and hand you one, like a cool guy 😎

Even though he handed you the wrong size

Makes you tea before bed

And forces you to drink it all bc if you don’t then in his eyes you still be “sick” forever

Beomgyu

He doesn’t have a sister, so

He’s chill about it, but also very confused about some things

“How do you put a pad on?”

And when you show him, he is just amazed

“Can I put the pad on for you-” “Beomgyu get out”

Obviously being the little brat he is, he would purposely tease you by like stealing your food or something else small

But once you start crying over it he’s like “yo what did I do omg”

He ofc runs to your side and gives you all the hugs and kisses you need and also gives you more food

He will just steal the food when you aren’t looking

Always is trying to make you laugh

When you’re trying to sleep, he plays with your hair and sings to you 🥺

He tries very hard to not annoy you during this time of month because he understands how bad it is for you

He’s trying his best to be there for you when you need him <3

When you’re off your period tho he’s absolutely gonna say “oh thank god it’s over”💀

Taehyun

Personally, I feel like tae would try to avoid you 💀💀

Like maybe not even intentionally, but if he knows you’re on your period, he might try not to talk to you as much because he doesn’t want to hurt your feelings accidentally somehow ?

But he will absolutely cuddle you

And do anything you ask him to do

He will sing for you too 🥺 cute lil love songs maybe he even wrote them just for you

He just doesn’t wanna stress you out more :(

“Taehyun, can we eat candy for dinner?”

Even tho he’s a gym junkie, he’s absolutely going to eat candy with you for “dinner” 💀

If you’re cramping he’s immediately going to get you an ice pack or a heating pad

“Baby sit up I got this for you”

And just helps adjust you until you’re comfy af

He will use ur legs as pillows tho <3

“My lil ketchup packet”

You: 🤨🤨🤨

“Ok I will be quiet now”

HueningKai

This man has two sisters so he’s gotta know at least a little about periods lmfao

Brings you all his plushies (and I mean ALL) when he can’t be right next to you

He doesn’t want you to feel lonely lol

“Do you want me to go get food? Or sweets? Or-” and just lists every thing possible

Like soobin, he’s very sad he can’t take your pain away :(

Tummy rubs or no tummy rubs? That is the question

Well it’s up to you and how bad you’re hurting lol

Texts his sisters to ask questions

Might have a tiny mental breakdown because he doesn’t know how to help ??

If you cry, he’s gonna just bundle you up like a lil baby and give you so many kisses until you stop

Sometimes he forgets you’re on your period so he will attempt to play wrestle

Which ends up in you panicking with your arms up in defense yelling “ NO NO NO NO NO”

and then he will feel really bad and kiss you some more lol

“I’m sorry my daring” 🥺🥺

He would get curious about things though and start asking random questions

“So… why are periods a thing” or “do you really bleed that much or are you all lying”

You just Kinda… “😐Kai just Google it”

[fandomfluffandfuck]

just a little thought for you to hold onto that i haven’t been able to get out of my head:

picture bucky and steve, steve being very put together, big business guy and them in a new relationship together. bucket teasing him about what names they’d call each other:

“what do you think about honey… sweetie… sir?” he giggles, so does steve, “master… daddy?” he stops for a second when steve stops rubbing up and down his sides, going stock still, thinking immediately that he’s crossed a line.

looking up into steve’s eyes he realises it’s exactly the opposite. steve’s eyes are almost fully black, releasing shallow breaths.

oh

oh he likes this

bucky smirks, “you like that? being called daddy?” pausing to bite his lip, “wanna take care of me daddy? i’d be so good for you,”

bucky lifts his arms around steve’s neck, linking his hands as he plays with the hair at his nape. batting his eyelashes, looking up playfully at steve, after a few seconds, he looks down again. steve takes his chin between his thumb and finger, lifting it up gently, as if he’s the most precious thing he’s ever seen.

“i know you would baby”

this is my first time writing anything close to this but i can’t stop thinking about it aaaaaaa-

I love that this is just--

And I mean no shade or disrespect by saying that whatsoever, that's one of my favorite tropes. Accidental kink discovery is 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

Also, I know you were going specifically for daddy kink, but... with how you wrote this, it's also giving me ✨️housewife kink✨️ too. like. just. Big, put-together, polished businessman Steve and Bucky doting on him, maybe even poking him in the side or pinching his soft, fresh-shaven cheek, cooing about how domestic they're about to get with Steve's promotion and their new lifestyle, giving each other pet names like sweetie and honey and baby and other sugary nonsense, I just feel the housewife kink.

Picture it: Bucky doesn't have to work with the big bucks Steve is bringing in, so he tests the waters with a sabbatical, making sure he won't go insane without work to do, but he actually finds there's plenty of work. Cleaning and cooking and keeping the house together generally. It keeps up--with the occasional interjection of Daddy, not strictly just in the bedroom, it truly becomes a sweet pet name--until Steve puts the pieces together.

And then it's his turn to tease Bucky, cooing, "aw, honey, it's okay, I know your secret, you don't gotta hide it from me, doll. I know you just wanna be Daddy's lil wife. You do such'a good job takin' care a' me, usin' my money an' feedin' me, keepin' the house, and bein' so cute with all your tiny pajama sets. Flouncing around with this cute ass," he pinches said ass until he squeaks, turning pink. "I know what you are. I know what you want. You just wanna be Daddy's wife, hm?"

Bucky can't help the whimper he lets out.

"But, y’know, dollface, there's one thing you haven't done for Daddy..."

Bucky feels himself swoon into Steve's broad, suit-covered chest, desperate to know what he's not doing.

Steve chuckles, tilting his chin up with one finger, "you haven't given Daddy a baby yet, baby."

Oh.

"You gonna let Daddy own this lil body? You gonna let him knock you up? You gonna let Daddy let everyone know you're his? Hm? Doesn't that sound sweet, honey?"

Oh.

Bucky's knees are weak. There's nothing sweet about threatening to knock Bucky up 🥵

Anyway--

Oof 😮‍💨😮‍💨

I think it's safe to say that your first time writing something like this was a success. Thank you for the Thoughts™️

[yeehawbvby]

Falling Away With You | Ch. 25*

Sebastian x F!Reader and M. Rasmodius x F!Reader

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Chapter Summary: You and Seb enjoy a lil’ morning workout uwu

Author’s Note: Posting a day early because I'm impatient, but also because I'm gonna be a little busy the next few days!! Enjoy and take care x

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When I get back inside, I discard my gloves onto their usual lil’ shelf by the door, then head straight to the bathroom to get cleaned up. By the time I’m all fresh, Seb’s awake, looking like a groggy mess in my bed. 

“Hey, hot stuff,” I chime. He grunts through a yawn, eyes trained on me while he sits upright. “Check these puppies out!” I grab my basket of blueberries from the table and tilt it in his direction slightly. Showing off the goods. “Want one?” 

Still looking sleepy, he nods happily, but makes no effort to leave the bed. I shuffle over, keeping an arm around my chest to hold up my towel, and pop a particularly large berry into his mouth.

“Mmm,” he hums. “Sweet as you.” I try to just brush his flirting off with an eye roll so I can get dressed, but he wraps an arm around me. “C’mere…”

I guess I have no choice but to get back into bed with this incredibly cute and sexy man! 

Oh, how unfortunate!!!

“So needy,” I jest. He tugs me closer, and I’m facing him. Chest-to-chest. 

“I just like to appreciate what’s mine is all,” he murmurs. His sleepy rasp sounds so fucking nice. Seeing me blush at his words, he winks slyly, frazzling me further. Seb shimmies my towel down, leaning back to check me out. “How’re the marks doing?”

“They feel a lot better now,” I grin. 

They’re already very faded too. I wonder if Magnus’ potion made me faster to heal, on top of being more physically fit. Although, it’s also rare that I have someone around to nurse me, so Seb’s hard work probably helped too. 

“Thanks for patching me up so well.”

“What kinda boyfriend would I be if I didn’t?” he says, matter-of-factly, continuing to unroll the towel off me. 

He lightly touches the hickeys and scabby bite marks. Tracing them like they’re art, rather than wounds. Kinky lil’ tattoos, courtesy of my kinky emo boyfriend. I rub together my legs to distract from how warm my body’s starting to feel under his touch. Trying to control my breathing is going poorly, so I dunno how much this will help contain me.

When Seb notices what’s going on, he shoots me a knowing grin. “You alright?” 

I nod, not wanting my voice to betray me if I try to speak. 

He dips down, nuzzling into my neck as he puts more pressure around my tit with his right hand. Not kissing, or biting, or anything – simply cozying up. It’s so adorable that it’s gotta be a ploy. 

“Yeah? So then, you won’t mind if I just…” he nudges his thigh between both of mine, pushing up into my cunt a bit. I gasp quietly, not having expected that or to feel his bare thigh. I’d noticed that he’d removed his shirt to sleep, but didn’t know Seb was pantsless too until now. He finishes his sentence, lips brushing my tender skin. “...reposition a bit?” I feel him smile wider, gently swaying his thigh against me. “Just wanna get comfortable. Ya know?” 

I roll my eyes. “Mhm, yeah.” I breathe, kinda squeakily, out, “Totally.” Fuck. I knew I shouldn’t have opened my big dumb mouth.

“What was that?” he teases. My hands, formerly splayed across his chest, are now balled into fists. I shake my head, as if to say “nothing.” 

“Use your words, princess.” Mmmm my kryptonite. “What’s wrong?” He starts trailing soft, open-mouthed kisses to my shoulder. 

“You know what, dummy…”

Chuckling against me, his top hand begins traveling down my side, the other coming up to tuck between my cheek and the pillow. He grips my hip and says, “Sorry. Just wanna make you feel good, is all.” So, so innocent… until his palm travels to the front of my body. “Love watching my baby squirm.” As the words leave his mouth, I shudder out a breath, and he carefully traces a fingertip along my folds.

“Seb~” I whine, wrapping my arms around his neck. Shifting my body to follow his touch. Doing exactly what he apparently loves to see me do.

How can he be such a little shit while still treating me so gently? His movements right now are so comforting, so lazy, and yet my weak fangirl heart feels like it’s gonna beat right out of me.

“Love hearing those moans…” Seb mutters. Then, he adds, “Your voice is so beautiful.” He untucks the hand that’s not pleasuring me to move some wet hair from my shoulder, then props it under my chin. His thumb grazes my lower lip, I shyly plant a kiss on it, and he smiles. “S’this okay?”

“Yeah,” I sigh into a mewl. “Mmmfuck… do you wanna… like…” Another moan slips, forcing me to cut myself off.

The soft, loving grin on his face widens as he bares his teeth. He’s a smart boy. He gets the jist. “You sure you can, after last night?” 

Brows upturned, I nod. “Please, Sebby.” That nickname rolls off my tongue so much more easily, now. I’m starting to dig it.

Last night, Sebastian wanted to break me – god that was so sexy – and that’s exactly what he did. I guess today his plan is to piece me back together. 

Leaning in, he kisses me slowly and tenderly. Clearly not in a rush for anything. Just in the mood to take his time, experiencing me as much as he can. Doesn’t even make fun of me for letting another “Sebby” slip. 

Now that I think about it, none of our sex has been deliberately gentle, or cute, or anything of the sort. I fucking love that he’s not afraid to be so feral with me, and he has been since day one. But I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t excited to experience… Yoba, this is gonna sound so corny. ~Making love~ with him. 

As Seb graces my mouth with his tongue, he uncovers the blanket from us and lowers his boxers. Unable to resist, I reach for the gold.

“How do you want me?” I ask against his kisses. Simultaneously, I lightly wrap around and stroke Seb’s length. His shaky breath tickles my lips, forcing them into a grin.

“Fuck,” he whispers. “Turn around?”

I follow his order, flipping to lay on my left side, so that I’m now facing the room. Once I’m situated comfortably, I tilt my head so I can see his face, stretching my neck to brush my nose against his. 

Seb slides his member between my thighs as he clasps a large hand around my cheek and grins into another delicate kiss. Thankfully, his markings aren’t too sore for this to be able to happen. It stings a tiny bit, but it’s nothing unbearable. Adds some adrenaline to the mix, if anything.

His cock grazes my labia ever so slightly, while the rest of it is swallowed up by the supple skin of my legs. Warming himself up, but leaving me wanting more. 

“You suck,” I pull away a centimeter or so to giggle. 

His response is to laugh lowly, evilly, and bring me back into him. Our kisses grow more needy, more desperate, as he fucking pre-games or whatever. 

“Shit,” Seb growls, forehead pressed to mine; nose nuzzling against my own. “Why haven’t I tried this sooner?” he wonders aloud. 

I reach down, softly repositioning him. Giving my clit the broader contact it’s been yearning for. Mmmm. This feels much better. 

“Dunno,” I breathe out, relieved, and swallow a moan. “But it’s killing me,” I mewl. I keep my hand below us, to ensure his dick stays at this angle. “Fuck, please put it in?” I ask, whimpering. Starving. “Please?”

Seb chuckles again, and puts his hand atop mine. Pressing himself up a little harder. Pulling his hips back a little further, teasing my entrance, then totally bypassing it as he pushes forward in favor of my skin again. I swear to Yoba and all that is holy, the antsy groan that escapes me as I mush my face into the pillow comes from my fucking soul, dude.

Finally, against my right ear, Sebastian gives me permission to take matters into my own hands. “Go ahead, baby.” He takes the lobe between his teeth, barely grazing the cartilage. Raises goosebumps on my skin. 

I slink my hand further underneath us and cup the underside of Seb’s absurdly large cock in my palm, while he sleepily trails kisses along the side of my neck that’s exposed to him. As he’s finally pushed inside, he bites down where my collar and shoulder meet. Not nearly as hard as he’d bitten me last night — this one’s purpose seems to be self-soothing — but it’s enough to heighten my senses just a tad.

“Fuuh~” I sigh out the half-curse.

Feeling too close to the brink already, I bite my lip, not caring that I’m probably undoing any progress Seb’s bite was making towards healing. Gotta distract myself… want this to last. For fuck’s sake, his pleasured sighs and quiet curses in my ear aren’t helping. The dude’s voice alone could probably get me off if he tried hard enough.

Each rock of his hips makes me increasingly heady. Havin’ me see stars without needing to pound me as hard and fast as he usually does. I sense eyes on me, and shift my vision barely over my right shoulder, meeting my boyfriend’s hungry, ambiguously indigo gaze through my own fluttering lashes. 

Something about the way he’s looking at me – as if I’m the sexiest but also most valuable thing in the fucking world to him – is fucking me up. Fucking with me just as much as he usually does with dirty words, and all the cool shit he typically does to manipulate my body, and whatever. 

“Seb…” 

I nudge his nose with mine, eyes trailing from his dark irises, to his barely birth-marked skin, and down to his perfect lips. Seb takes the hint, locking his mouth onto my own. His hand, which was on my hip for leverage, travels to my thigh and tucks into it. He lifts that leg, slightly shifting me into a new angle, before thrusting into me with a particularly harsh snap. 

“Oh, fuck!” I moan. Wasn’t expecting that kinda force, good god. “Holy shit,” I… clarify? Comes out as more of a laugh than anything. “T-this is nice.”

“Yeah?” His speed picks up, wringing more whines from my throat. “Didn’t wanna ruin all that cute shit, fuck,” he cuts himself off with a groan. Continuing, he growls, “but I couldn’t resist. Your pussy feels too good.”

“Shit, well sor– ohmyfuckinggod – Sorry for foiling your plans.” 

“Should be,” he teases. 

Clearly he’s woken up a bit now, ‘cause he seems just as riled up as ever. He twists to lay on his back and lifts me – seriously, how the hell do those slender computer goblin arms handle my weight so easily? – holding me atop him. I squeak as I scramble for somewhere to lay my hands flat. I settle for Seb’s body. 

“Is– is this okay?” I heave. Worried I’ll break his ribs or something.

“Mhm,” he hums calmly. 

My knees are together between his, and my heels are on the bed, as I try to figure out how to balance this. I’m in some sorta pseudo-crab position. Reverse cowgirl, but make it complicated. Before I can reach a solution, Seb spreads his legs further and begins pulsing up into me. 

Oh.

This is good.

This is very new and SO good. 

My head tilts back as I close my eyes, focusing on just how frickin’ deep Seb’s hitting. How thick he is. How hot it is that he can just position me however he wants and make it work somehow. How, as much as I adored the cute shit before, he can have me absolutely fucking zooted out in seconds with his dick. 

Despite the soreness in my abs from holding myself up in a way I’m not used to, I don’t dare try to change things up again. Feels too good. No more than a minute later, a familiar tingling, heated sensation in my lower stomach washes over me. 

“Mm’gonna, oh fuck—” I cry out, incoherently trying to warn Seb that I’m about to explode. He slams into me, keeping pace, hell bent on making me cum. “Fuuuck holy fucking shit Seb oh my fucking god!”

I don’t even know what I’m saying anymore. There was definitely an “I love you” in there, but god. I don’t think my body knows how to handle this. I’m being fucked stupid. No, braindead. Death by Sebastian Byrne’s penis. He blissfully hums below me as I tighten around him.

Vision hazy on the comedown, I lay back onto Seb’s chest and angle my neck so that I can see him. He tells me how good I feel, and I try to drop an Uno Reverse on him with a “No, you,” but it comes out raspy and quiet. Was I screaming that loud? I feel my cheeks tingle at the possibility. 

Noticing that Seb didn’t get to finish yet as I rehab my only braincell, I think back to a few minutes ago, when he fucked my thighs. He really liked that. Was super sexy. Plus, it was kinda fun… fuck it. 

“D-do you wanna do that thigh thing again?” 

Aside from my voice failing me for a second time, I felt a little shy while I was asking, so it comes out meek. I nudge myself a bit to hide my face in his neck while a chuckle rumbles below me. 

“Do you want to?”

“Yeah…” I nod into the crevice.

“Yes,” he seems to half-answer, and half-cheer to himself. He’s so fucking cute oh my god. Before I know it, I’m right back in the same position we were in earlier. This time though, I twist my upper body to face more at the ceiling than the room, in hopes to prevent a stiff neck.

“You don’t wanna try this, like, standing or something?” I whisper against his jaw, lightly nipping at it as he slides between my legs once again.

After a shaky exhale, he answers, “That’s for another time,” before stealing my lips into a kiss. He’s not positioned as high as he was before, so I’m not getting any stimulation from this, but holy shit I wish I was. Seb mewls into my lips, and I accidentally echo it, hazy with lust.

“Oh yeah?” he teases.

“Sorry.”

“Shut the fuck up,” he commands, biting my lip softly. Oh. “Don’t apologize for being so fucking sexy, (y/n).” 

I rub my thighs together a bit, releasing any embarrassment that’s bubbling in me from all the compliments he’s giving me today, and Seb lets out a throaty moan into my mouth. His grip on my hip tightens, and he mumbles into my grin, “Hoooly shit, keep doing that.” 

I flex my muscles around him, hoping to add more pressure, and continue the subtle movements. Seb’s head dips to my neck, where he licks a strip from the base to my jawline, completing the action with a nibble. His other hand, which I’m assuming was laid under his head or something before, makes its way into my hair and he lightly tugs. Tugging noises out of me. He lets out a broken laugh against my skin, interrupted by his own strained breathing. 

Seb releases his grip to leave comforting rubs against my scalp. “Do me a favor, baby?” 

“Hm?”

“Touch yourself.” 

My eyes widen as I look back at Seb. Feels different being told to touch myself, versus simply doing it on my own accord while I’m blissfully distracted by him fucking me… Sensing my hesitation, Seb entices me by positioning his dick further up, so that it’s perfectly slotted between my slickened lips. I whimper at the contact, the slight bump of his tip giving it some extra oomph, and before I know it, he’s lowered into my legs again. 

Eyes still locked into his, I move my shaky fingers to my slit, spreading the lips open a tad – don’t have easy access, with my thighs pressed around him like this – and I strum away. I lower my gaze, but it doesn’t last long.

“Eyes up here, darling,” Seb whispers to grab my attention back. 

I shudder a breath into his barely-open mouth, just an inch or two from mine, and quicken my pace to match his thrusts. His hand slinks away from my hip, and I don’t think much of it, until I feel it stop on top of my own. I falter, and can tell by the crinkle in Seb’s eyes and the devious look on his features that he’s got a smug grin just barely out of sight.

“Keep going,” he gently commands. When I comply, he praises me, and slowly but surely takes control over my fingers. “There y’go, baby.”

“Mmn…” I press a kiss to Seb’s perfect, ever-so-slightly-chapped lips while losing myself in both of our touches. After a few swipes of my tongue against his, I pull away to whine his name, shut my eyes, and press my forehead to his. 

“You really love when I take control, don’t you?” he teases. I nod, eyes still shut, feeling face and neck and shoulders redden. “S’like you were made just for me….”

“Such perfect thighs,” he mutters, picking up the pace of our digits and his pumps against my skin. 

“Perfect lil’ hands,” he chuckles, tightening his hold on me. Engulfing my calloused farmer hand in his softer one. 

“Don’t even get me started on your lips,” he strains up against mine before kissing them again.

“Seb,” I giggle. I kiss him again, then ask, “Ah~, w-what’s with all the praise today?”  

He shushes me and kisses me harder, laughing through it. Mashing our teeth a little. “Just lemme love you, damnit.” He sucks my tongue between his lips, drawing a whine from my throat. “Such a nice tongue…”

“My tongue too?!” I snort, brows upturned as I shut myself up with another hum. 

“If only you could feel the shit you do with it.” He winks.

“Sebastian,” I accidentally moan. Was mostly trying to say his name to stop the schmoozy rambling…

“And suuuch a perfect pussy,” he shudders, taking the hand that was previously against my head and using it to slide right back inside of me.

My eyes roll back as he pumps into me — not much faster than he did into my thighs, but definitely with more force. “Oh good god.” This is a welcomed surprise, for sure. Without realizing it, I take more control over my hand, rubbing my bud faster beneath Seb’s touch.

“That’s it baby, just like that. Don’t stop ‘til you cum, alright?”

I desperately hum my assurance, drinking in his honied words, his sounds, his everything. “M’gonna cum, holy fuck Seb.” 

“Fuck, me too.” 

Seb pants into my ear, removing his hand from its spot on top of mine and cupping it around my ass with a harsh squeeze. Using it to ground himself for just a little longer.

“Wanna cum with you so bad,” he groans, digging his nails into my skin. “Come on baby, I wanna feel you cum on me while I fill you up, ‘kay?”

And just like that, I fucking snap. I nod my response and squeeze my watering eyes shut, feeling him harden and twitch and spurt inside of my tightening cunt. My ears are ringing, but I can still hear his hoarse groans in them as we finish up. 

Seb wraps an arm around me, softly rocking his hips. Milking every last drop that he can. Overstimulating the everliving shit outta me. I shiver as I dip my head to his forearm and pepper him with kisses. His chest heaves in tandem with mine as I inquire, “How the fuck do you last so long?” 

Still inside me, he settles into a cuddle. “Sheer willpower,” I feel him grin onto my shoulder before giving it a little smooch. “Wanna take care of you first, ya know?”

“You don’t have to.” I close my eyes again, blissfully sighing as I relax against him. “Not that I’m complaining, but…”

He laughs. “I get off on getting you off. Thought that was obvious enough by now.”

“So ya think I’m dumb, huh?”

“Didn’t say that,” he cheekily grunts. 

“Naive, then.”

“Yeah, that’s more like it.”

“Fuck you. I’m very, uh… Not that.” The fuck is the opposite of naive? Can’t be un-naive. That doesn’t sound like a thing. I bite Seb’s arm lightly in retaliation. It’s salty from his sweat. Blegh.

“Really got me there, kid.” Ugh. “I’m gonna take a shower, if that’s cool with you.”

I nod and slip him out of me before standing on wobbly legs. Seb grabby-hands towards me with a pout, and I roll my eyes and giggle while helping him up.

“You wanna try making a pie with me, when you’re outta there?” I ask as I use my discarded shower towel to clean myself up a bit.

“Hell yeah. What kind?”

“Blueberry, maybe blueberry cream. Dunno yet.”

“Cream pie, huh?” I deadpan Sebastian, and am met with one of those stupid eyebrow waggles of his.

“Fuck outta here, you.” As I answer, I walk to the table and pop another in my mouth. Yoba, these are so good. I offer one to Seb with an outstretched arm and he takes it with his mouth, nibbling my fingers just a little. He steals a kiss on my knuckles, and then my mouth, before turning the corner to go get himself ready.

[vaguely-yandere]

I love yandere girly so much… I just love them being desperate and so cute for their darling <3 is there any… nsfw headcanons you have for them? 👀 with a consent darling if possible… a darling that is feeling hot for them and has a crush on them ykyk

GIRLY YAN <3333333

okay okay i actually do have a few nsfw headcanons and just so everyone knows, girly yan is typically written in high school setting but ONLY for aesthetic purposes, none of my lil tropes are underage nor will they act like it! <3

okay okay first hc is that they love marking you in all ways possible. hickeys, bruises, cuts if ur into that, literally fucking anything. they love more subtle stuff as well, like you wearing their jewelry or makeup or clothes, anything they own, it just makes their heart do funny things and they can't seem to keep their hands off you!

has a thing for somno. not full blown, just some groping (if they're brave enough) and heavy petting but in the AM, in the complete darkness, with you next to then wearing next to nothing, thats when theyre at their most depraved. panting, whining, staring at you with their eyes basically GLOWING in the darkness, rubbing their legs together as they desperately try not to wake you up. it's just too much!! they especially love slowly tracing your body, just feeling your skin underneath their fingertips, watching your chest slowly rise and fall as you breathe, watching you like you are the most interesting thing in the world and their heart is racing, they feel so guilty touching you like this when you aren't awake but they can't help themselves! you're just so pretty! they won't remove clothes below the belt or even touch your sex due to, well, consent but also they just wouldn't be able to handle it!

SOOO INTO PRIMAL PLAY ITS NOT EVEN FUNNY!!!! wants nothing more than to fuck you or have you fuck them right after they spent the night hunting down a rival, adrenaline rushing through them, muscles thrumming, feeling like they're too big for their own skin as they desperately fuck you, covering your body with their own and if you two are still near the scene of the crime? they barely last a full minute before they're pitifully whimpering and cumming all over themselves. also ADORES doggy style with them on top so they can cover you with their body and bite your neck like an animal and leave more marks so ppl know your theirs <33 also loves "hunting" you, chasing you through the woods or the house, trying to catch you and breed you <33

speaking of breeding, has a big breeding kink but hates kids. doesn't want em. thinks pregnancy is icky but wants nothing more than to creampie you over and over and over again and watch their cum drip from inside you <3

to stay on brand with my whole submissive yanderes schtick, i will say that they love topping but are insanely submissive for you. service top all the way. loves hearing you tell them how to fuck you, how good they're being, how good they feel and god <33 bend over in front of them and tell them to fuck you until ur tummy bulges from their cum and they'll go fucking insane

call them your wife and they'll cum. you know how a lot of friends will call each other "wife" or "wifey" as a joke? do that to them and they'll spend the entire day squirming in their seats, biting their ring finger, imagining being your pretty little wife! and if you do it over and over again in public, theyll be an absolute mess, hiding their face as they try to control their spasms as you hold them close and say "is everything okay, wifey?"

loves letting you watch them masturbate. loves it. nothing else to add, they're just slutty like that

has the stamina of a GOD. can go for hours on end, all night long! luckily, they're very sweet and give you plenty of breaks and make sure you're enjoying it but even with all the breaks in the world, you're gonna wake up with drool all over your cheek, sore everywhere, your brain absolutely turned into mush and girly yan between your legs, giving you some morning head

also very into anything animalistic which ties into the primal play. scenting you, covering you in the blood of their "rivals", literally anything, they fuckin love it. hard turn off tho? can't get horny if there's an animal in the room or if they hear one. just can't. starts gagging uncontrollably if they try to fight through it while they're cat is meowing outside the door sjsnsjsjdn. a stray bird? fine. a passing squirrel? whatever. but if it stays around for more than ten seconds, it's ruined for them. can't do it. they don't know why it's such an ick for them but it makes they're insides recoil and they end up cuddling you instead <3

[ariaisabitch]

LOVE IS BLIND

S3 ep3

alright we're off to an intimidating start. Andrew's proposing and her face is not very convincing.

She's gonna say no. Oh god. Please don't. NOOO SHES SAYING NO. Ffs.

"Not forever" girl that fucking hurts. Holy shit. and she's smiling. Ok maybe her and Baurtise are meant to be. Nvm.

"Too calm and collected" ?? You mean, he has his life together? NOT THE EYE DROPS BROOOO that's sad

"I didn't think i could care for someone that would bring me to tears" This man just dropping deep shit left and right.

"Why are we so goofy?" that gave me an ick

Dude is it bad that I wanna skip this? LMAO I'm so judgmental. I'm also just eating a sandwich while watching and typing this, so i've gotten mushed cheese on my phone now.

AHHH YES ITS RAVEN AND SK OMG OMG EVERYONE CALM DOWN

she's so hot

this is such a cute montage

what is in his pocket wait hold up it's colorful

that ring is very extra. love that

Dude. Who came up with the ring thing? Like who decided that's how people propose now?

AHHH THEYRE MEETING HILD MY HAND

Omg his fuckin face. This is very awkward m. Ok maybe not anymore. This man is so precious. Can we give him a giant ass hug?

Did this bitch just pout at me? Sorry, I shouldn't call her a bitch that's mean.

Why do I just hate everyone this season? LOL

Dude the relief she felt when he said he was getting on one knee. That's amazing. Ok, this is kinda sweet.

Dude, my mind switches so easily LOLLL

Ohhh.. yay... Nancy and Bartise...My favorite couple. Dude his voice annoys me so much and idek why.

Nancy's lil dance was so cute.

"i'm not the prettiest one in the crowd" Girl, if you don't look in the damn mirror.

She's so short. I thought she was a lot taller for some reason.

Do they just like pick out the rings before the show or something? Or do they tell the producers what ring they want when they're about to propose.

Matt and Colleen. Alright. I feel neutral about them rn.

"My profile is a big insecurity" *camera shows her profile*

Awwww that was such a cute meeting. Both of their reactions and the kiss. Alright, fine. I'm easing up to them.

Dude did every guy say "Got something for you" when they showed the ring?

THE FINGER BITE

Ok this is very very cute. NVM DID HE JUST STICK HIS TONGUE OUT WHEN SHE TURNED AROUND? omg

RESORT TIME? LETS GOOO

This resort is gorgeous, my god.

Alexa and Brennon seem more like good friends ngl.

Dude i just completely zoned out for the whole colleen and matt thing. They're cuddling outside, that's so cute. I wanna be held like that, bro. Did you see him rubbing her head like that? omg

Ok back to Alexa and Brennon. That tree is gorgeous on so many levels. They seem so awkward, im sorry. I have to say it. Like emotionally, yes they're great. But they seem very disconnected, physically. Could just be me. idk.

oh... yay... Cole... He makes me so uncomfortable. Ok nvm THIS is awkward.

Where's SK? I don't gaf about Bartise. Future Mrs bathing suit is kinda iconic. That's a tiny ass bath for two people tho.

This girl is talking about unclogging toilets while in a tub with a man. This girl.... THE SCRUBBER??

Sk now? SK? YEAAAAA SK AND RAVENNN. Her eyes are gorgeous. I just have a crush on Raven. Why's she got makeup on when laying down in the bed? WHY IS THERE JUST A SHOT OF HER FEET EW GET THAT SHIT OFF

SK is such a sweetheart omg.

Back to Colleen. She's just wrapped around him.. like damn. Alright then. Ngl this season is really boring me.

Why does Cole seem so standoffish now? Huh? And he's calling her standoffish? I'm so confused with these two. They're so tense.

[rightsforbrunomadrigalonly]

Can I request a bruno x pregnant reader headcanons ?

{A/N: ✨⌛️Absolutely, because I often think about how sweet and how good of a father this man would be and I am more than willing to write a bit of cute lil Bruno fluffs because I love my lil baby rat man<3 I know nobody asked, but i also added just a little touch of how I feel certain characters would react and help!💚⌛️✨

{Word count: unknown}

{Warnings 🚨: none unless you count tooth rotting fluff.}

First of all I just want to preface this by saying the only person more excited, aside from you and Bruno, about there being a new set of little toes in the house is Alma. 

She probably NEVER thought the day would come that her little Brunito would produce new gift holders for la Familia. 

It probably fills Bruno with mixed emotions to know how excited his mother is, especially knowing her high standards for how she expects her family to run. 

He would NEVER tell Abuela to her face that he doesn’t want his child pressured and burdened by all this gift stuff, but he definitely tells you. He’s very open about it whenever you two are alone. 

He’ll lay his head in your lap, fingers absent mindedly tracing light spirals on your swollen abdomen as the occasional sigh passes his lips. 

You’d reach your hand down to his head, gently swirling one of his curls along your finger watching as he melts into your touch. You don’t have to even ask what’s wrong. 

He’d immediately spill whatever’s mentally siphoning his contentment. I’d imagine by this point he KNOWS he doesn’t get to just hide his emotions from you anymore.

Bruno: “What if the baby gets a gift like mine.” 

Y/N: “Then we’ll love them...and we’ll guide them...and we’ll help them grow.. Everything we’re suppose to as their parent. ” 

Bruno: “Well, yeah duh I know that Vida...but I-I dont know. I just don’t want my kid to have to grow up the way I did...I know mama. If our kid grows up with some cursed useless gift like me, I’m never gonna hear the end of it. I don’t want them to get outcasted for something they don’t have a choice on....” 

GOD THE TRAUMA THAT RESONATES AND LIVES RENT FREE IN THIS MANS MIND. 

It just burned you up, you hated to see the anguish he held. While the two of you always made such strong progress working through the pain and doubts he held onto throughout the years, you still wished you could do more. 

Y/N: “Mi Amor, our baby will always have a place in this family. Right here...with you and me...And if your mama doesn’t like whatever gift is bestowed upon our child when they come of age, she can take it up with me. I will FULLY advocate for our child, no one will make our baby feel like they do not belong in this family.”

His eyes are just hearts as he glances up at you.

It also heats his stomach to see the primal mama bear side of you. He thinks it’s the cutest thing in the world. 

The man is CONSTANTLY asking his sisters for advice. 

As two woman who have given birth 3 times each, he takes their word as gospel. 

Bruno: “What did you always want more than anything when you were pregnant? I mean, you two have had kids before....I just want to make sure she’s comfortable without being a bigger pain than anything she’s going through.” 

Julieta: “Honestly, the only thing I wanted more than anything when I was pregnant was to not be pregnant anymore.”

BRUNO.EXE WOULD STOP WORKING.

“WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN JULIETA. I CAN’T JUST UNPREGNANT HER”

He’d press his lips together, brows pinching in confusion. He’d ask for something more manageable that he can help with. Back rubs, foot rubs, stuff like that. 

Both of his sisters would 100% give him a laundry list of helpful and NOT helpful things that he could possibly do to help ease you to your due date.

Pepa: “Don’t suffocate her! ¡Por el Amor de Dios!, I hated NOTHING more than when Felix followed me around like I was some fragile helpless thing! I just wanted him to shoo! When you’re that big and that uncomfortable having someone follow you around and worry about your every move day in and day out is NOT helpful.”  

He definitely takes this all to heart, making sure to keep a strong mental list of all the DO NOT’s. The last thing he wants is to make your pregnancy and his presence in it a nuisance.

He’ll happily climb the stairs of the tower as many times as you need throughout your pregnancy to bring you midnight snacks and treats. Anything you want, you’ve got. 

Antonio is EXCITED. 

He asks Bruno everyday when the baby will be here. 

Truly it’s a good test of patience for the man. Repetitive questions are a consistent part of a child’s learning, especially when testing the limits of their parents patience.  

Bruno: “Uh, aha well I don’t ACTUALLY know...well yeah I COULD have a vision but your Tia told me I was to have absolutely no visions about the baby, so sorry kid. When the baby is born they’re born. I promise you’ll know about it, okay?”

 As you approach closer to your due date, the man is a wreck. He composes it fairly well but internally he’s screaming, throwing up, panicking. 

He’s definitely scared to be a dad. What if this kid doesn’t like him? What if he’s not good with kids? What if he’s not a good parent? What if he doesn’t love his kid...is that something that happens? Can he hate his kid? 

He would not bother you with these thoughts though, he’d confide them in someone else. Agustin or Felix. 

Bruno: “Anything I should be doing right now?....I’m just...I-....What if when this kid is born, I don’t like them and they don’t like me.....What if I’m bad at this whole being a dad thing. I think I want to throw up.” 

They give him the pep talk of a lifetime. From two amazing fathers, to one amazing father to be, they know exactly what he needs to hear. 

Agustin: “It’s scary at first, you have this little human looking up at you and they’re so helpless and defenseless, but the first time you lay your eyes on that baby nothing else in this world is gonna matters. The only thing you’ll be able to think about is them. And your wife of course.”  

Felix: “is’ true. The first time I ever held Delores I thought, there is nothing more gorgeous. She blew the breath right outta me. Bring yourself some tissues, your going to cry mi Hombrecito.”

The day you give birth he’s a wreck. Pacing back and forth outside of his door, fingers winding and twisting his ruana as he waits for the door to pop open.

If I’m being entirely honest, while you would have wanted him there, both Pepa and Julieta strongly advised against it. 

He’s definitely a little squeamish and I feel is the type of dad to pass out in the middle of delivery. 

While it breaks your heart to think you’d have to go through this alone without your husband, you know he’s leaving you in two very capable hands. 

When the door finally opens, Casita wastes no time bringing the man straight to the top of the tower. The tiles clatter and clink as they warp him to your side in what felt like no time at all. 

His heart thuds ferociously against his ear as the sight of you with a tightly wrapped baby pans into his vision. Those gorgeous green eyes of his widen and glisten as he watches the way the small baby lays so peacefully nuzzled against your chest. The bottom of his foot would rub against the top of his toe as he glances between both you and the baby, his ruana still tightly wound in his hands. 

Bruno: “Hi.”

He’d be so flustered and so overwhelmed he wouldn’t know what to say. 

Felix is 100% right. Tears are all over the mans face just LOOKING at the baby.

Casita would nudge Bruno's body forward until he’s next to the bedside. 

You’d give him a weak tired smile, gently holding the baby forward for him to take, his hands hesitative as they remain in their wound place. 

Y/N: “It’s okay mi Amor. You’ve waited 9 months for this moment, you’re ready. Come meet our baby.” 

His hands would out stretch and you’d lay the baby right against his chest, positioning Bruno’s arms to insure he holds and supports the baby properly. 

Overwhelmed is an understatement to say the least. 

His brain is in a whirl wind as he watches the baby whimper and worm in his arms, their little mouth popping open as they give a yawn. 

How could he think he’d ever hate this baby. 

Tears pour down his face, and you cant help the way your own tears dribble. You extend your hand out craddling his cheek as your thumbs brush the water from his face. 

Bruno: “I will never let anything in this world hurt you. I love you...Both of you” 

He’d glance down at you, just pressing a small kiss to your forehead.

He holds the baby for as long as he can until eventually he has to pass them back to you. His eyes don’t leave the two of you the minute the baby is out of his hands.

He was mush, putty in your hands. Both of you. 

[genshingarbage]

Could I request any boys of your choice where they’ve had an exhausting day and their s/o says they should take a nap on their lap? Thank you!

Cute boi hours again? Yes <3 Sleepy time awe! I am gonna pick a very select few that i think this works well with, so i hope you're okay with the hand picked few ;) - Mod Diluc

Rest My Love.

|| Head Cannons ||

Kazuha/Diluc/Xiao/Kaeya

Kazuha

He was beat, exhausted and aching, every muscle in his body ached like something fierce. But, who ever said the life of a lone wandering samurai was gonna be a breeze? Yea, that's right- no one. Because it sure as hell wasn't. He was use to feeling this way yet somehow it still made him just as grouchy as the first time.

He walked into the small building that was titled as your homestead and yawned; stretching his arms out he heard a few odd bones pop from the pressure, it relieved some of his tension but not nearly enough for it to be actually satisfying. With a huff he removed some of his more heavy going clothing, including his shoes, till he was more loose and relaxed.

He shuffled slowly into the house, trying not to wake you. You were his lover and so him coming to your home was somewhat normal now, but he often was away for large periods of time, and he never liked to disturb you. Specially when you're busy. Which you were, you had your nose deep between the pages of a gripping story written so entrancing like from a book. So much for his first theory that you'd be asleep at this time, huh?

He tried to creep past you as you read, but you wasn't born yesterday. So with a roll of your eyes and a soft exhale from your nose you spoke out. "Kazuha. Welcome home hun." You didn't even bother to turn your head around to him, you knew fully well he was frozen in his steps now, eyes wide like a doe caught in headlights. He blinked a few times before sorting himself back to his normal standing position and chuckling awkwardly, a breif rub to the back of his neck ensued.

"Ah, yea, I'm uh- yea. I'm home, thanks Y/N. I really didn't wanna disturb you there." He spoke softly and with great regret; like he'd just committed an awful crime. You simply closed the book after having bent the tip of the page you were on, as to know where to start off when you return to it, and placed the item down on the small table infront of your sofa. "Kazuha, it's fine... I was only reading a book." You chuckled gently.

"I know, but... it felt wrong to interupt you so abruptly specially when you seemed so into it-" you'd twisted your torso ever so slightly so your eyes could lay on his now, your heart almost broke, he looked absolutely shattered- like all life was drained from him. Just what had this crazy man gotten up to in his absence? "Kazuha- oh my goodness. Look at you! You're about to pass out."

He smiled politely and waved his hand side to side as if dusting your worry back into the wind. "Nah, I'm a lil tired that's all. I'm gonna have a lie down, I'll be right as rain after." He went to go back to making his way to the exit of your living room, that is until you called out ever so gently. "Or well, I wouldn't mind if you rested your head on my lap." A faint blush flushed your cheeks. He turned to face you yet again. Blinking several times over again.

"Really?" He tilted his head almost like a curious puppy, he has no idea how cute he is sometimes. "I mean, sure why not? You've not been home for over a month. I do get lonely ya know, the company would feel nice, and your presence is always warm and welcoming." You smiled sweetly at him and he returned the expression with full earnest. Nodding softly he made his way to the sofa, where you rested, and now reshuffled and organised yourself to get into a more comfy position.

It wasn't long before he was laying on his side with his head nestled into your lap, breathing softly as your hand gently rested adorn his head of hair. "Mmh. You're right, this beats sleeping alone any day." He hummed sleepily to you, by the way his voice was giving out you could tell he was close to succumbing to his slumber already. With a gentle smile still planted across your lips you hushed him softly.

"Shh, rest now. My Kazuha." You began to hum a quaint little lullaby that had him snoring in under three minutes. This man, he works himself so hard, but still, it's one of the reasons you love him so much, the fact he's hard working and never gives in. And you have the comfort in your mind of knowing whenever he gets this tired again, he'll have you here to be by his peaceful sleeping side everytime. Now and forever.

Diluc

The sky was a beautiful orange and red tone, the colours mixed so beautifully, with the white fluffy clouds scattered around too, it looked like a stunning evening. You were sat alone at the dinner table again, your chin resting on your opened palm, your eyelids half shut to block the rays of the last bit of presence from the sun.

The candles had long since burned out and the beautiful sweet honeyed roast you'd prepare with such delicacy and tender care was going cold. Diluc was suppose to be home over thirty-five minutes ago, he promised he'd make it in time for whatever dinner the maids threw together tonight, he wasn't aware you'd taken it upon yourself to lovingly prepare tonight's meal for him.

You couldn't be mad at the man; or hold a grudge for that matter, you knew what type of person he was, you knew he wasn't one for sticking to plans and promises, he simply couldn't be with the work he has, not to mention his little sun down hobby that you became privy too after several years with the crimson haired gentleman. If there was one thing you were grateful for, it was the fact you knew without doubt he truly did love you. And in a way that was enough for you.

It was sundown now and your dinner had long been since tidied up by the maids, with a somewhat solemn look to your face you'd decided to go to bed early that night. Knowing Diluc, he wouldn't be home for hours to come anyway. Your eyes were just starting ache and your eyelids were starting to feel heavy for you now. Breathing in through your nose and out through your mouth softly you let your body sink further into the warm embracing sheets.

Click.

Your eyes slowly opened back up when you heard the all too familiar noise of your bedroom door opening, narrowing your eyes slightly to help adjust to the dim glow of the room, the small aid of illumination being provided solely by your nightstand candle. It wasn't hard to make out who it was however, since his deep red hair practically danced from the slight glow of the flicking flame.

"Diluc." It came out more like a whisper which you never intended for it too, but you were so gripped by tiredness now it was hard to sound more awake at the given circumstances. "Sorry for waking you my dear, wasn't my intention." You hummed softly in response and then watched as best as you could as he removed his attire and shoes, stripping down to just his boxers.

Gripping the band that kept his hair up was the last part, with a tug his hair flew down and waved apart, you kept a watchful eye on him. As it was when his hair was down that he was always at his most tired and vulnerable mental state now. "The maids told me Y/N." He still sounded strict, or at least he was trying his best too. But his voice wavered in every sense of the word.

The bed dipped beside you as his weight was added to the mattress now, a small groan escaping his lips. You knew what he meant, it wasn't a surprise the maids told him you'd prepared the dinner today, you'd just wish they'd not sometimes, to avoid adding more stress to the man's poor ordeals. "It's fine, it was just a small attempt. I'm not exactly the best cook to begin wit-"

The poorly sounding wince from him cut you off, the failed attempt to stifle it and keep it under wraps didn't go unnoticed. You narrowed your eyes at the man beside you in bed now, and then you saw. He was littered with cuts and bruises, they surely must hurt, why didn't he say anything? Scratch that. He never tells you anyway, thinking its better that way. Silly man.

With a gentle huff you shook your head, shuffling your weight and sitting up ever so slightly, your back pressing against the several puffed pillows under you. "Enough of that. Come here darling." It was your turn to sound strict however, and for once he didn't fight back. Your heart tugged at you slightly as you felt the weight shifting around beside you and then were suddenly graced with the feeling of his head nuzzling into your lap.

You took it upon yourself to softly begin to caress his head, letting your hand stroke and massage the man's hair and scalp. The groans and sighs that left him were evidence enough he was in a blissful state right now, your sweet Diluc. Always putting his life on the line to protect those less fortunate than him, when will he learn? That his life matters just as much. Sigh.

You heard a soft mutter from him, something along the lines of 'sorry' and 'dinner'. But he was already taken by the nights calming embrace to be formulating anything coherent now, so you closed your eyes with another soft shake of your head and continued to massage his head. Till both you and your hand laid still, silent, asleep. Whatever he'd done tonight, whatever reason he'd missed dinner, it didn't matter. As long as he loved you it was enough. It always has been, it always will be.

Xiao

The stars twinkled softly an slowly, looking so entrancing from down below, the dark blue sky washing above you with the dazzling twinkles looking like small fire flies dancing around. You stood there, your knee bent slightly as your weight was supported by the banister of the top balcony to Wangshu Inn. Any minute now, you thought to yourself calmly.

And is if on que a sudden and harsh breeze blew past you, followed up with a loud thud. You turned your head ever so slightly, seeing the young looking yaksha lifting back up from his crouch landing position. "Welcome home honey." you said somewhat stone like, to which you got a simple sounding 'Tsk' as response, as he chucked his spear lazily behind him, to which it dissolved away instantly.

You rolled your eyes to the quiet scoff that greeted you back, shaking your head slowly, your eyes went back to focus on the landscape below you from the viewpoint of the balcony. It was so peaceful and beautiful. "How has your day been?" You decided to question him further, all while remaining your focus elsewhere.

"Fine." he responded in short. This type of reply was normal to you now, he wasn't the talkative type, despite having been the first to say to you he loved you. "Well, that's good then." you said back in your normal sweet tone now. You could tell from that tone in his voice he was exhausted, he didn't have to say or do anything, you could just tell.

Thinking it was best to leave now and give him his privacy you turned away from the balcony and began to walk to the exit. "I will let you rest my love, see you soo-"

"Wait."

His voice was louder than its ever been round you, the faint flush on his cheeks was evidence enough he never intended for it to come out so loudly from his own mouth. "Xiao?" you turned back round, seeing him stood there looking like a somewhat lost lamb, it was damn cute.

"S...stay with me, ... please."

His voice, so soft, so sweet, so gentle. You felt your heart crack slightly, your poor adeptus, he must've been rushed off his feet tonight. The dark bags forming under his eyes said all you needed to hear.

Chewing your bottom lip softly you breathed in and then walked over to him slowly. "Xiao..." you whispered his name lovingly, his eyes met with yours and for a brief moment the air left your lungs, the sight of his exhausted face so close to you, actively seeking comfort within you, it was enough to melt the coldest of icebergs.

Letting your hand slip into his with a gentle squeeze, a small smile on your lips you led him down the stairs of the Inn, into your bedroom, a tidy and quaint little sleeping quarter. He needed to rest, he is pushing himself too much, and if you do not take action, he never will.

Climbing onto the bed once you'd abandoned your shoes on the carpet you looked up at him, laying in a relaxing position. The red on his cheeks only flushed deeper and darker, and you couldn't help but laugh softly. Such a lewd mind, oh my, you never expected him to get the wrong idea over a situation like this.

"Xiao- no... not that." you chuckled at his confused expression, he was so alien to the concept of just touch in general now, that to him he sees it so black and white, being close means being intimate, otherwise why get close? So it was up to you to show him the ways of being human again.

You let your hand softly pet and stroke your lap and he raised his brow, but seeing the sudden light in his eyes spark showed you he caught on to what you really were aiming for. So he hesitantly dipped onto the bed next to you, he was tense and his movements were awkward, but he eventually shuffled his head and body to lay down with his head nestled softly into your lap.

"Is this... okay?" he muttered it nervously, like he was scared the slightest movement would shatter everything around him. You looked down at him and gently kissed your fingers, pressing them against his lips in response. "Shh, rest my love, you need it." Just to further add to what you were saying you let your hand gently rub the outer ridge of his ear.

The blush eventually left his cheeks, the tensed muscles finally went lax and his breathing grew heavier and more unguarded, with a pleased hum from your lips you closed your eyes too and began to succumb to the sweet calling of slumber too.

As long as he has you, you will always be there to help[ him, he may be an adeptus, a yaksha, but you? He is just as human as you or anyone else. Wrath filled or not. He is and always will be your sweet little adeptus. Your perfect lover. Your Xiao.

Kaeya

Another late night and you sat cuddled up on the sofa scanning through several paintings, more specifically paintings that you had done over the course of several months. It was a hobby of yours, but with the aid of Albedo giving you tips and throwing you pointers here and there you'd become surprisingly good at it; who would've guessed you'd secretly be an artist in hiding? Not you that's for sure.

It was fun enough to help tide over the unsettling impatience that always started to bubble under your skin at least, specially on nights like this, where Kaeya, your boyfriend, who also happened to be the Calvary Captain for the Knights of Favonius was out at an ungodly late time, dealing with a suspicion of criminal activities, within the borders of Mondstadt.

He never broke his promises to you thus far, of which were he will always return safely home to you, but it never did fully destroy the raging thunder of worry that often seized your mind on a daily, who could blame you? The man was always in such dangerous predicaments. Who knew if this morning, or any morning for that matter, where you kissed him goodbye, would be the last time you ever would see his face when you waved him off?

It isn't his fault you know this, but you do wish that sometimes he would be cut slack, just a little, so you could for once not have to distract yourself with idle glances of your paintings while waiting for his return. If only every now and then Jean, The Acting Grand Master would just let him have a day off-

Click.

You jumped slightly upon hearing the noise of your front door not open, but actually close. Turning your head you saw Kaeya stood there, arms covering his chest in a crossed way, a raised brow prominent as he glared down at you. "How long have you been worrying?" His voice sounded so flat and monotone, almost a hint of exhaustion. Was he growing tired of your over worried nature?

"I... uh. uhm..." You were at a loss for words, how long had you been worrying exactly? Two, three hours now? You were unsure of the answer yourself. He shook his head and sighed out slowly, it was long and drawn out; he must be so tired from his work today, seeing you up at this hour acting like a child probably doesn't help his situation in the least.

You looked down sadly, feeling ashamed and guilty of yourself because you do this oh so often to him, he always prays your in bed, safely tucked up and lost in your own dreams before he gets home, but you never are, you're always awake and worried, your face far from the peaceful look he often daydreams you having.

"It doesn't matter anymore my little petal." He hums softly as he walks around the sofa to get within arms reach, crouching onto his own weight to scoop you up, your mind in shock you let the paintings slip from your grip and pool around the seat you were just in and the floor underneath you. "Whe- Kaeya?"

"Shh, it is time to head to the bedroom." He spoke so matter factually, which left you eyes wide and beet red, to which he glanced down and a smug chuckle slipped from him. "For sleep Y/N." You relaxed instantly, a sigh escaping you. "Unless of course, you want the other thing?" You squirmed, embarrassed beyond belief, he loved to teased you. "Quit it Kaeya!" You pouted at him, to which he just chuckled at lightly, planting a soft kiss on your head.

Once in the bedroom he drops you so you fall and sink into the softness of your mattress and covers, to which he joins you quickly after. Now both in bed he simply huffs as he turns and crawls around before you feel his head find its preferred resting place; your lap. You smile and gently chuckle. "May i?" He asks just a tad bit too late for permission.

"You're already laying there Kaeya, bit late for the formalities now." You roll your eyes and turn to blow the candle out, leaving you both in darkness and silence, just your soft and gentle breathing in unison as you stroke and massage his head, to which he groans gently in delight too. He is so sweet when he sleeps on your lap like this, you feel closer to him now than you ever normally do, unless you involve the factor of intimacy sexually.

Its calming and sweet, and it helps you remember that he will always keep his promise to you,

He will always come home safely.

[kamotoshi]

worrying their baby hates them [hcs]

anon said: Can you please write a hc for jjk (including nanami please)guys as DADS!!!!!! The idea I have in mind is like you just had a new born baby & the baby keeps crying at like 3am and so they get up to check on the baby but it won’t stop crying so they frustrated/confused as to why their own child doesn’t like them! So then y/n comes catches them being so cute and fluffy and they are like ok bby chill no need to be frustrated the baby loves you 🥺🥺 and its just cute and fluffy 🥲🥲 thank you 💜

fran says: omg pls this is so soft and ofc we love nanami for this 🥺 since I narrow my hc reqs down to two characters, I'm choosing naoya as the second jjk dad for this req hehe. thanks for sending :) and I hope I understood the prompt correctly! I might’ve run away with it as I tend to do lol

pairings: dad! nanami kento, dad! zen’in naoya; fem mom! reader

genre: fluff, reverse comfort

warnings: if you’re not a fan of lil babes (particularly newborns) n lil babe stuff in general, this work may not be for you!

notes: nanami has a son and naoya has a daughter bc it’s what the heart wanted. also. this is v soft

✧ nanami is a v responsible and doting dad who does whatever he can to support you n the lil babe. so when he hears your newborn cryin in the middle of the night, he’s up and ready to handle the situation

✧ naturally, he runs through the potential situations in his head of what could be bothering his lil baby as he goes to lift him out of the crib so he can figure out how to help. but there’s nothing clearly wrong and the crying just does not subside, even after nanami walks around the room for a lil bit with him in his arms and tries his best to calm him down

✧ the longer the baby cries, the more worried he becomes that a) you’ll have to wake up and come into the nursery to sort things out, and that b) his baby just doesn’t even like his dear dad that much. either way, he’s v tired n stressed

✧ when you wander into the room, rubbing your weary eyes, you can see the look of disappointment and failure clearly present on his face and sit down beside him to help him out

✧ as soon as you hold your son in your arms, the tears start to subside, but nanami’s worries only deepen since he’s now entirely convinced that his own child hates his guts. and for what? he’d taken care of him and was helping raise him! he wants answers!!

✧ you know how frustrated he must be with himself, so, after the baby’s calmed down again, you place him back in nanami’s arms n start cooing sweetly to him in the hopes he chills out

✧ there’s this long moment of tension during which nanami waits for the baby to start crying again since he’s got this look of uncertainty in his lil eyes like he’s just as confused as nanami is

✧ but thankfully, he reaches up to place his lil hand on nanami’s nose and open his mouth in awe (nanami’s wondering what’s so curious abt his nose). In response, he presses a couple kisses against his son’s cheek that make him smile, and suddenly all is well. baby is content and no longer crying, nanami is happy, mission accomplished!!

✧ “see? you have nothing to worry about, baby,” you reassure him and peck his cheek, “he was just being a bit picky. he loves you very much, I’m sure.”

✧ he pulls you closer for a kiss and gently places your newborn back in his crib when he finally drifts back off to sleep before crawling back into bed with you, wrapping his arms around you, and goin on a lil rant abt how much he loves you and your son until you tell him he needs sleep bc he’s borderline delirious

✧ fatherhood is definitely a bit of an alien concept to him, that’s for sure. but, since you gave birth, the two of you have been learning a lot together

✧ at first, he was a bit slow to get up and tend to your child in the middle of the night since he wasn’t sure what to do, but he learned to figure it out bc he absolutely did not want his sweet lil wife to be overworked. now, he’s up rather quickly to make sure one of his fav gals is taken care of

✧ he does what he’s been taught to do and checks for any obvious reasons as to why his newborn is so disgruntled that she’s wailing after he lifts her out of the crib. however, when he can’t find an apparent reason, that’s when he starts gettin a lil frustrated with himself. he’s a dad!! he should be able to figure out what’s upsetting his lil girl!! he thinks

✧ the lack of sleep isn’t really helping his thought process either, so he resorts to holding the baby in his arms and cooing and singing to try to calm her down. but ends up mumbling little complaints like, “I know my singing’s not great but really, baby girl?” or trying to reassure her (but more himself) by saying, “don’t worry, your dad’s got this. he’s gonna figure it out. right? right?”

✧ by the time you enter the room, he’s damn near had a breakdown bc he absolutely does not want his sweet lil girl to grow up hating his guts and he wants to be the best dad ever (so he can brag about his family goals to everyone n be like yeah suckers I really do have it all haha)

✧ but you come with his saving grace and the one thing he’d forgotten in his exhaustion: a bottle of milk. he tries to hand the baby over to you, but you give him the bottle instead and drape a burp cloth over his shoulder so he can do it on his own in the name of bonding

✧ once he starts feeding your newborn, the crying comes to an end, and she instead gazes up at naoya with wide, delighted eyes while she sips. he breathes out a deep sigh of relief when he moves her to his shoulder and rubs her back for a bit

✧ since you know he was definitely stressing before you intervened, you give him some comforting words n kisses. “she was just a little hungry, babe. you’re doing a great job and I’m sure she appreciates it. I know I do”

✧ to this he gives you a peck on the forehead before doing the same with your baby once she’s all content and ready to doze off again, and the two of you snuggle while waiting for her to settle

✧ during this time, he ends up falling asleep too and you admire the sight of both of them snoozin together before putting your daughter back in her crib and leading naoya back to bed, where he murmurs sweet nothings into the crown of your head until both of you knock out for what you hope is the rest of the night

[inkykeiji]

do i make you scared? baby won’t you take me back

characters: dabi | todoroki touya, shigaraki tomura

genre: smut with a bit of angst sprinkled over it

notes: the second part of a companion piece to i can take you there but baby you won’t make it back. i’m really not kidding when i say this is almost entirely smut. uhhh virgin!tomura is a nasty nasty boy, please please please heed the warnings and stay safe! <3 | title credit: save that shit by lil peep

warnings: 18+, pseudo-incest (stepcest), non-consensual branding (yes, branding in the sense that something is being burned into the skin), noncon/dubcon, dacryphilia, cheating, degradation/dumbification, emotional manipulation, cumplay/snowballing, cockwarming, size difference, generally toxic relationships

words: 7.1k

synopsis:

“Was it good?” he seethes, eyes narrowed sharply. You think you might be able to detect a hint of distress sown into his voice, but you have no time to meditate on the thought as he yanks again, pulling your head back further. “Was it worth it?”

Glistening tears stream down your cheeks and you exhale harshly through your nose, teeth gritted as you urgently try to stop crying.

“Fucking answer me,” he growls out the words, but he sounds almost…desperate? You’ve never heard his voice like this before, and it’s then that it finally dawns on you.

You got him back.

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To your surprise, you spend the rest of your night the day after the party texting Tomura, and every time your screen lights up with a message from him, it sends a whole flock of butterflies fluttering in your tummy. You should feel guilty, really, but you’ve never been in a situation like this before and it’s…exhilarating.

It’s risky, answering these texts when Touya’s a mere few feet from you, but it sends sparks shooting up your spine, the idea of getting caught doing something you’re definitely not supposed to, the very thought of how upset he’d be if he knew, making you feel giddy.

You guard your phone closely for the rest of the week, deleting messages exactly after you send them—Touya has taken it and gone through it in the past, so it wasn’t far-fetched to think he may try to do the same thing again. It wasn’t like he didn’t notice your nose in your phone, little giggles bubbling up from your chest as you responded to whatever was on the screen. You can see it in his eyes, the frustration building each and every time a soft laugh escapes your lips, eyes glimmering as you tap out a response.

You plan your impending visit strategically, in tandem with Tomura. He knows Touya’s unpredictable and seemingly ever-changing schedule better than you do, and you both know that there’s absolutely no way in hell Touya would ever willingly let you hang out with each other—he barely leaves the two of you alone when Tomura comes over to your house, so you can only imagine how livid he’d be if you even asked to go spend some time with him, just the two of you.

You wear your prettiest dress—Touya’s favourite dress, a deep, satiny crimson—two inches too short to be considered proper, the hem brushing your midthigh. It hides a pair of baby pink cotton panties you’re sure Tomura will like.

Your veins thrum with the combined mix of terror and anticipation as he lets you in, and the heady combination has your entire body trembling. Tomura gives you a look as you kick your shoes off, eyes narrowed as they scan your body.

“You comin’ down or something?”

“I-I’m not allowed drugs,” you admit meekly, eyes falling to your feet, toes wiggling a bit.

Tomura snorts, an amused little smirk on his lips as he mutters, “No, of course not,”

Long, slender fingers wrap around your wrist, his cold touch making you jump, giving a slight yank as he begins leading you. He lives alone, in an apartment his father pays for—which is surprisingly much tidier than you expected—and you can’t help but look around curiously, eager to learn more about him, glazed eyes searching for hints in the empty takeout containers littering the counter, in the few articles of clothing strewn around the place.

Brows knit together when he bypasses his bedroom completely—the door wide open to reveal a large bed with blue sheets tangled at the bottom—and leads you to a living room with plush couches and an ornate rug you’re positive he didn’t pick out by himself. His fingers release, and he plops down on the floor, hands curling around a gaming controller. Scarlet eyes drift to you, up your legs and to your face, and you resist the urge to shiver under his intense gaze—you’re sure he can see straight up your dress from this angle.

But he does nothing except look at you expectantly, not breaking his stare until you finally sit down next to him, daintily tucking your knees under yourself.

Then he’s shoving an extra controller at you almost aggressively, the sudden motion pulling a gasp from your throat, making you flinch away.

“Relax,” he rolls his eyes, pushing the controller at you again and shaking it a little in his hand, trying to entice you to take it. “I’m not gonna hurt you, or anything,”

“You…You’re—what?”

Tomura observes you carefully, scrutinizing now, eyes narrowing a little as they scan your face. You stare back at him dumbly, lips slightly parted. “What?” he snaps.

“But I thought—I mean, I want you to—”

“What?”

“That came out wrong,” you rush to say, shutting your eyes tightly in embarrassment. “What I mean is…Um, didn’t I come over so we can like, fuck?” your cheeks burn as you force the words out, ears ringing as blood rushes to your face, so loud you almost miss his sharp intake of breath.

Tomura’s eyes widen and he stares at you for a long moment before he checks his phone, scrolling through your messages. “You said…You wanted to play video games?”

You look at him, blinking in astonishment. “And you believed that?”

Tomura frowns a little, eyebrows knitting, slightly defensive. “Well, yeah?”

You’re at a loss for words as you stare back at the man sitting cross-legged in front of you, watching you closely. This is the guy Touya so desperately didn’t want you to be around?

Powerless to stop the little giggle that bubbles up in your throat, you inch towards him on your knees. “You’re kinda cute, y’know?”

Soft notes of tiger orchid and sweet sticky toffee waft over him, your body heat clinging to his skin as you settle beside him, thigh touching his knee. He seethes at you, and his fingers twitch around the controller, a hand moving to rake his nails against his neck.

You reach out, little fingers wrapping around his wrist and pulling it away from his flesh.

“Do you want to?” you ask softly, gazing at him through your lashes, bringing his palm to rest over your breast.

“Are you stupid?” he spits, fingers instantly tightening the moment they meet satin, the strength of his grip making you gasp. “Of course I fucking want to. Do you know how many times I’ve jerked off to you? Christ,”

Warmth blossoms in your chest at the confession, sparking a dull heat that begins to spread deep in the pit of your stomach. You’re flattered, even though you can hear Touya’s voice in the back of your mind, sharp and condescending, reprimanding you for being so easy.

“Yeah? What did you think about?” Your voice quivers a little as you ask the question, but that doesn’t stop his ruby eyes from darkening, his free hand dropping the controller to shamelessly rub at the bulge in his jeans.

“How cute your little cunt must be, how sweet it’d taste, how good those lips would feel wrapped around my cock as I fuck your throat,” his voice drops an octave as he speaks, low and dangerous as he kneads your breast hard—too hard, but adrenaline keeps the pain from registering.

He’s reaching for you now, pale hands pawing at your hips and dragging you over, forcing you to straddle his lap. A soft whimper falls from your lips as he instantly begins rolling his hips up, like he can’t bear to wait, fingers digging into your flesh as they hold you in place.

Neither can you, apparently, because you begin wiggling a little in his grasp, trying in vain to rut against him.

“You’re a little whore, huh? Even with a virgin, you can’t help but grind on a hard cock,” he smirks, lips at your ear. “A hard cock’s a hard cock I guess, makes no difference to you, greedy little slut,”

A mewl escapes your throat as you nod, hips pushing forcefully against his, grinding your little cunt against rough denim.

Wait, virgin?

“A v-virgin?”

“Yeah, lucky you,”

His words taper off into a growl, vibrating in his chest, hands leaving your waist to cup your jaw and roughly pull your face to his, lips crashing into yours. You emit a soft, startled noise into his mouth, and he swallows it greedily, tongue forcing its way through your parted lips and into your mouth, commanding your own tongue into submission almost instantaneously.

It’s nothing like kissing Touya. Your body follows your tongue, melting into him. Fingers grip your jaw, pressing crescent indents into the skin as he guides your head to exactly where he wants it to go.

It isn’t romantic. It’s harsh, and desperate, a mess of teeth and tongues fighting for dominance. A hand tangles in your hair and pulls, forcing your head back and revealing your arched neck to him. His lips trail down the column of your throat, leaving wet, sloppy kisses in their wake.

“I wanna fuck you already,” he whines a little, aggressively thrusting against your clothed core. You moan out an affirmative noise, nodding.

“One rule,” you breathe out.

“Hmm? And what’s that?” his lips are against your neck, tongue painting it in glistening saliva with slow, languid strokes.

“No marks,” you yelp out just as his teeth sink into your skin. It stings, Tomura keeping his mouth latched onto your neck for a few seconds, teeth buried in the soft flesh. His tongue laves over the mark before pulling away completely, and a shiver crawls up your spine as the bite is exposed to the cool air.

He’s giggling into your shoulder, nipping at the skin superficially. “Oops,”  

“Tomura!” you whine, making no effort to pull his lips from your neck. “Touya’s going to murder me,”

He laughs again, pulling back and rolling his eyes. “And, what? He isn’t already going to kill you for fucking someone else?”

There isn’t a moment to respond, though, not a second to try and explain how weird Touya gets about marks in particular, because then he’s crushing his lips to yours again, hard, fervent, bruising.

“Gonna cum soon if you don’t fucking do something,” he practically snarls into your mouth.

The very thought of Tomura cumming in his pants just from a few minutes of dry humping makes your entire stomach flutter, a flash of pure confidence surging in your chest as involuntary words tumble from your mouth.

“Oh?” you murmur, breath hot against his lips. “Something? Like this?” you begin gyrating your hips in tiny, quick circles, giggling at the groan you rip from his throat.

And Tomura hates how fucking innocent you sound, gazing at him with glassy eyes and swollen lips and a sinful little smile.

“Stop,” it’s supposed to be a command, an order, but it comes out as a broken whine, his hands latching onto your hips again as he forces you to move even faster, rocking into you.

“Doesn’t feel like you want me to stop,” you pout a little and he huffs out a curse.

It’s intoxicating, to be in a position of power like this. It isn’t your favourite—you’re much too shy and indecisive to be in a role like this all the time—but the novelty of it excites you nonetheless. Touya never lets you do anything like this, hates being teased with a passion, but Tomura seems to enjoy it, like it’s some sort of game to him.

“Little bitch,” he breathes out, though his forehead is resting against yours, eyes shut, soft grunts spilling from his throat.

“C’mon, Tomura,” you whimper, and now it sounds like you’re the one begging. “Make a mess in your pants for me? P-Pretty please?”

That’s all it takes to have his hips stilling, fingers pressing bruises into your skin as he grips you tightly, holding you in place and forcing you to grind against him ever-so-slightly as his cock throbs and twitches in his jeans.

You expect him to push you off immediately after, to shout and berate you for such behaviour, but he doesn’t. Instead, he leans back against the bottom of the couch, arms encircling your waist and bringing you with him.

It must be uncomfortable, to sit in those soiled jeans filled with cum, but he doesn’t seem to care, more interested in exploring your mouth with his tongue as you kiss lazily. You don’t mind, although your clit is aching and swollen, pussy fluttering around nothing every so often as his fingers explore your body, kneading your ass and tweaking nipples, your panties soaked all the way through and sticking to you unpleasantly.

And it’s due to this that your hips still manage to rock against his in minuscule movements that are more teasing than anything else, little micro-circles that have your drenched cunt grinding gently against wet denim.

It seems he has an impossibly short refraction period because, before long, his cock’s hard again, pressing up into your clothed hole. You whimper his name into his mouth and he breaks the kiss, lips red and puffy, shining with saliva.  

“Take my cock out,” he instructs, voice stern despite his slight breathlessness. You crawl off his lap and do as your told, popping the button, tugging the zipper down and pulling at the waistband of his jeans. He lifts his hips just enough to aid you in dragging them down to his thighs, cock springing free.

“Clean it up,”

It’s covered in cum, so much cum—too much cum, more than is normal—glistening in the low light of the living room. It twitches a little under your gaze, as if to say get on with it already, so you wrap a hand around the base and bring the head to your lips.

You start with kitten licks, tongue tracing around the head and playing with the slit, pulling a deep, throaty moan from him.

“Don’t—Don’t swallow it,” he rasps. “Clean me up and keep all my cum in your mouth,”

It’s difficult—his cum is much more bitter than Touya’s, and you gag a few times as it settles on your tongue, marinating in your mouth. You try your best to hold it in your cheeks and away from your tastebuds, working as quickly as possible as you lap it up, gazing up at him with teary eyes when you’re finished.

“What a good girl,” he spits in a patronizing tone, like it’s an insult. “Kiss me,”

It’s a demand you have no choice but to obey, a hand rooting in your hair and yanking you up to face him.

He all but smashes your lips together, fingers still wrapped tightly in your hair, holding you in place. His tongue forces its way through your lips and you greet it eagerly, desperate to get his cum out of your mouth.

Except he doesn’t let you pull away after you’ve passed the majority of his cum to him, the bitter taste still stinging your tongue. No, he uses the fist tangled in your hair to keep you still as he shoves his tongue into your mouth again, transferring the cum—now watered down a little with his saliva—into the warm cavern yet again.

You whine, and he chuckles, lips spreading into a grin against yours.

“Swallow it,” he whispers, pulling back just enough to watch your expression as you force it down your throat, face souring, eyes squeezed shut as your lips pucker just a little. “Open, lemme see,”

Your mouth falls open obediently, little droplets of water clinging to your lashes as you gaze up at him, waiting for approval.

“Good,” he practically purrs, eyes darkening as his fingers caress your face. “Now I want to fuck you,”

You’re nodding, but he doesn’t give you a moment to respond, beginning to manhandle you into the position he wants before he’s even finished speaking. The oriental rug is soft against your cheek as he presses your face to the ground, hands curling around your hips as he hoists them up.

“What cute little panties,” he breathes, dragging a finger along your clothed slit before yanking the material down to your knees.

It stings a little as he practically shoves his cock into your sopping cunt, not bothering to stretch you out—you’re not even sure if he knows he’s supposed to—but you’re wet enough that the breach is relatively easy, and the burning fades quickly as your little hole adjusts to the girth of his cock.

He begins thrusting immediately, and he’s rough, overeager, uncoordinated, the vicious snaps of his hips uneven and sloppy.

Truthfully, he’s only using you as a hole the first time, but you don’t mind—not really, anyway. Blazing sapphire sears through your mind, and you think about how furious Touya would be if he knew, if he could see the way you’re degrading yourself, letting yourself be reduced to nothing but a fucktoy for a nasty virgin to desperately hump away at, sacrificing your own pleasure for his.

Touya would never.

To Touya, making you cum is half the fun. He gets a rush from it, gets high off the way you go absolutely fucking stupid from his fingers and cock, how quickly he can turn your brain to soup, rendering you a dumb little blabbering mess only capable of whining out the words niichan and Touya-nii. It feeds his ever-growing ego.

But Tomura is eager to please in a different way. He’s more selfish than Touya, sure, but he’s keen to learn all he can, curious and committed.

And, once he finally gets the hang of it, confident, too.

His thrusts gain more finesse as he fucks you, but he’s unable to keep up any steady rhythm, the tight fluttering of your pussy every time he grazes a specific spot inside of you making his hips stutter, forcing needy, guttural groans from his throat.

He cums quick—not that you expect any less from a virgin—with a deep growl of your name that has your stomach swooping, cunt throbbing around him again as he fills you with thick, burning cum.

You’re exhausted by the end of it, abused body melting into the lush carpet as your cunt throbs desperately, his cum slowly oozing out of it. Tomura snorts as he looks down at you, gentle hands tugging your panties down the rest of your legs and removing them completely, discarding them a few feet away.

“Up you go,” he’s murmuring as hands snake under your armpits and haul you up. You mumble his name and he hushes you, collapsing heavily on the couch with you still in his arms. Strong hands manhandle you into straddling his lap again, leaking pussy pressed against his softening cock.

The television hums to life, quiet main menu music floating through the room as the soft clicking of buttons sounds behind you.

You should go home now. You know you should. You’ve done what you came here to do, and now you should be leaving.

Should, should, should.

But Tomura’s so warm, and you’re so tired, muscles aching despite the fact that he did most of the work.

“Rest,” he instructs quietly when you begin to whine into his neck, fingers preoccupied with unwrapping a piece of watermelon bubblegum.

He’s so much softer than you expected—disgusting, but soft—and you can’t believe you spent months being terrified of him. You know this is probably the last time you’ll be able to see him in a long time—a fact that produces an inexplicable ache deep in your chest—so you allow yourself bask in the moment, just for a little, you promise yourself.

You obey his gentle command, snuggling up against him and permitting yourself to drift in and out of consciousness to the sound of aliens being killed and aggressive button smashing.

But then something hard is poking you—you aren’t sure how long you’ve been sitting here for now, long enough for Tomura to power through a few matches, at least—and that blistering heat flares again, beginning to coil tight in your tummy.

You shift a little, an involuntary whine slipping from your lips.

“What is it?” Tomura asks, eyes never straying from the screen, fingers never pausing. “You wanna sit on my cock, baby?”

Christ, yes. You mumble into his shoulder, nodding and rolling your hips in response.

He chuckles—a low, quiet sound rattling around in his chest—and allows you to sink down on him again, captivated by the soft moan you emit as you do so, crimson eyes gleaming and breathing slightly laboured.

“Ah, fuck,” he mutters when his avatar on the screen gets shot, redirecting his attention.

And it’s…it’s nice. Surprisingly nice. He’s cozy, and comfy, his breathing slow and even with every rise of his chest, despite the alien shrieks coming from the TV behind you. He smells like cheap cigarettes and artificial watermelon with just a hint of cedarwood, and you inhale deeply, letting the scent fill your lungs.

Touya rarely lets you cockwarm him; Touya doesn’t have the patience, Touya doesn’t have the time. You fall into a state halfway between asleep and awake, hips rocking against Tomura just enough to keep him hard, just enough to have you whimpering into his neck.

He could get used to this, he tells you. The confession is soft, a private little thought that just kinda slips out, mindlessly falling from his lips, but you could, too, you think.

It’s intimate, which is odd, considering you barely know him, used to be frightened of him. But it’s such a refreshing contrast to Touya’s intense, scalding flame.

Eventually, though, it isn’t enough, the teasing’s too much, and you need more.

Gazing up at him with glittering eyes, you begin to trail your lips up his neck, over his self-inflicted scars, slowly, hesitantly.

He inhales sharply, jumping a little in surprise, and you freeze, terrified you might’ve overstepped some invisible boundary you were not previously aware of.

“Keep going,” he whines, a little petulantly, hips wiggling against yours.

Lips resuming their ministrations, you place gentle, chaste kisses up the column of his throat and along his jaw, delighting in each soft sigh you manage to pull from him. The game playing on the TV suddenly halts, Tomura throwing the controller on the couch cushion next to you before large hands cup your face in a tender way you did not think him capable of.

Your mouths slot together, kissing messily, saliva glistening on your chins as you pass his watermelon gum back and forth between yourselves. It’s kinda gross, kinda filthy, juvenile and sloppy, but it’s fun, has the two of you giggling into each other’s mouths, a little breathless from it all.

“Wanna ride you,” you murmur, almost shyly, against his slippery lips.

“Yeah?” he rasps, just barely bouncing you in his lap. “You wanna use my cock to get off?”

“Yes, please,” the plead comes out as a pathetic whimper, and you squirm impatiently.

Finally, finally you get to cum. In this position, you have leverage over the angle of your hips, able to situate yourself just right, so his cockhead nudges exactly where you want it to.

He does nothing this time, just leans back and watches you with those dark, half-lidded scarlet eyes, hands idly exploring your thighs, occasionally raking his nails down them. He’s in a trance as he gazes at you, mesmerized by the way your eyes are starting to roll back, by the way each drag of his cock against that spot has you keening, by the way his name leaves your lips in broken little whines that have him gasping in response.

Your hips speed up, and you’re desperate, so desperate to cum, nails digging into the flesh of his shoulders through his thin t-shirt.

“Gonna—” he starts, breathless. “Gonna cum?”

You nod a little frantically as eager hips rock against him, his hands finally finding your waist and helping you move.

“Please,” he whimpers. “Wanna feel you,”

And it’s his begging that does it, that finally sends you over the edge, pussy clenching around him, convulsing almost painfully and gushing on his cock with a sharp cry of his name. He follows immediately after, painting your insides with hot cum as a curse hitches in his chest.

Your body collapses against him, going pliant and boneless as you both pant. Everything feels heavy—you haven’t had an orgasm that intense in a while—and the absolute last thing you want to do is get up and walk home.

Tomura can sense it. He can feel it in the way your fingers are knotting in his t-shirt, in the way your hips try to scoot forward, chest pressed against his tightly, and he wraps an arm around you, trying to keep you close for just a minute more.

Silence blankets the room as the two of you calm your breathing. You’ve been anticipating a certain sense of awkwardness to finally wash over you all night, but it never comes. Instead, it’s pleasant, and you hum a little, nuzzling your face into Tomura’s shoulder as skinny fingers brush through your hair.

“I don’t wanna go,” you say, and it’s so quiet, muffled by the material of his shirt, that he barely hears it. Maybe he wasn’t supposed to.

“Just stay,” he mumbles, resting his chin atop your head. “Text your dad some bullshit, or whatever,”

You want to. You’re surprised at how much you desperately want to.

“Touya will kill me,”

“Touya’s gonna kill ya either way, sweetheart,”

You suppose that’s true. Neither of you tricked yourselves into thinking that you’d actually get away with this. Touya will know the moment he sees you, will probably be able to smell Tomura all over you, but you can’t seem to find it in yourself to care, not in that moment, not when Tomura’s so comfy and you’re so sleepy and it’s all just nice.

Good, you think. It’s about time he gets a taste of how much stuff like this hurts.

And so you find yourself crawling into his bed, in one of his t-shirts, with bruises in the shape of his fingertips rapidly blossoming, heat seeping into your cheeks when he tells you he thinks you look cute in his clothes.

He latches onto you the moment you’ve settled into his mattress, long arms encircling your waist and dragging you towards him. One of your legs slots between his, and you have to stifle a giggle.

“Hard again, Tomura?”

“Shut up,” he says, no heat to his voice. “Can’t help it,”

His words echo your own, three simple words you’ve said so many times to Touya, and you feel a pang in your chest.

“Not my fault you’re too hot,” he continues, grumbling into your neck.

Honestly, you didn’t peg him as a cuddler, and maybe he isn’t—maybe he just wants to grind and hump against your thigh—but you welcome the warmth of his body nonetheless.

It doesn’t bother you, although it probably should, as he ruts against you, tiny broken moans and high, breathy whines being exhaled against your neck. But it’s so new, all of this is so new to you, and curiosity clouds your better judgement. While you’re pretty sure you should be shoving him away, reprimanding him for such behaviour, positive that’s what any normal person would do, you don’t. Little fingers thread in his hair instead, carding through silvery-blue fluffy tufts, reveling in the groan it pulls from him.

It doesn’t take long for him to cum, thick and sticky in his boxers, the material wet against your thigh. You’re impressed, both by how easily he cums, and how much he cums. You want to tell him, want to tease him about it a little, let him know you think it’s cute, but heavy, hazy fatigue begins to wash over you, and you fall asleep to Tomura’s soft breaths mingled with the sound of you phone buzzing, over and over and over again.

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Your phone’s dead when you wake sometime in the early afternoon, and for that, you’re thankful. Anxiety floods your stomach, bubbling up in your chest acidly as you think about what’ll be waiting for you when you recharge it.

Tomura walks you to the door, which you find to be very odd behaviour, but sweet nonetheless, and watches carefully as you slip on your shoes.

“Uh, text me later, okay?” He sounds unsure for the first time since you’ve been with him, and your expression softens.

“I will, if Touya doesn’t take my phone away,”

And you pretend to miss the look on his face, the way his eyebrows knit as a hand comes to scratch idly at his neck, the way he looks almost worried. It’s fine. You’ll be fine.

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He knows. The moment you step foot through the front door, he knows.

You knew he would, but it doesn’t make the glare scathing your skin any less terrifying.

He’s on you in an instant—you didn’t even know humans could move that fast—pinning you to the drywall, large hands wrapped around your wrists and forcing them above your head, keeping you trapped.

“You little slut,”

Unexpected anger flares in your chest, even though tears are already beginning to collect in your eyes, and you squirm in his grasp.

“I fuck one other person, and I’m the slut?”

You gasp the moment the words leave your lips, wide eyes searching his face and shaking your head frantically, would slap your hands over your mouth if they weren’t currently secured in his bruising grip against the wall.

The look he gives you is absolutely petrifying, blue eyes darker than the ocean—so dark they almost look black—his stare cold and hard as stone, sending sharp spikes of ice up your spine.

“You fucking reek of him,” he spits, face screwing up in disgust. You’re sure you do, too, after spending a good twelve hours in his bed, almost positive you can smell him in your hair, the remnants of cheap cigarettes and artificial watermelon clinging to you.

Patronizing eyes rake over you, zeroing in on the violet that’s bloomed on your neck. His nostrils flare as he stares at it, breath beginning to come in rapid, uneven huffs. His eyes slowly drift back to yours, an unreadable expression settling on his face.

It’s shock, and disbelief, and rage, and…and sadness? It passes too quickly for you to even tell, and then he’s pulling your wrists down callously, still gathered in his hand, and dragging you towards his room.

He all but throws you on his bed face first, breathing harsh and erratic as he exhales forcefully through his nose and climbs on top of you, knees on either side of your thighs. A large hand wraps itself in your hair and tugs, forcing your upper body to arch.

“Was it good?” he seethes, eyes narrowed sharply. You think you might be able to detect a hint of distress sown into his voice, but you have no time to meditate on the thought as he yanks again, pulling your head back further. “Was it worth it?”

Glistening tears stream down your cheeks and you exhale harshly through your nose, teeth gritted as you urgently try to stop crying.

“Fucking answer me,” he growls out the words, but he sounds almost…desperate? You’ve never heard his voice like this before, and it’s then that it finally dawns on you.

You got him back. Sure, he’s furious beyond belief, looks like he could kill you right here, right now, with his bare fucking hands—but he’s also extremely upset, if the slight quiver present in his voice is any indication.

“Yes,” you wheeze out. If it made him feel even an ounce of the emotional turmoil he’s put you through with his whores, then yes, it was absolutely worth it.

“You’re going to regret saying that,” his voice is low, threatening, calm. It’s disturbing, how quickly he can switch, and a chill of unease settles deep in your bones—once Touya stops with his growls and snarls, once his voice becomes monotonous and almost serene in a way, that’s when you know he’s really angry.

Shoving your head down into the mattress, he tells you to stay fucking put as he gets up and wanders over to his desk. He returns to the bed moments later with a tool that vaguely resembles a pen, hand tangling in your hair again as he pulls you up.

“You know what this is?”

You shake your head as best you can.

“It’s a soldering iron,” his voice is still composed and collected, sounding almost as if he’s explaining something to a child, but there’s a malevolent glint in his eye, a look you’ve never seen before. “It gets really, really hot. I just so happened to be warming one on my desk,”

He says it so nonchalantly, as if this is an object one would regularly keep in their bedroom or on their desk.

“It’s not supposed to be used on skin,” he shrugs a little, twirling the tool between his fingers. “But today, I think we’ll make an exception,”

“What?”

“Head down, ass up,” he instructs sternly, pushing your head into his pillows.

“Touya, wait—” you start, the rest of your sentence muffled by the sheets. His hand gives one firm shove—a warning to stay down—and then he begins shuffling around on the bed.

Careful to keep your cheek pressed hard against the pillow, you turn your head just enough to speak.

“Wh-What are you doing?” Your voice is trembling, thick with tears, dense anxiety building in your chest.

“I’m going to burn my name into your pretty little ass,” he responds simply as he positions himself behind you, yanking your panties midway down your thighs and sitting back on his heels. “A nice, pretty, permanent mark so you, and everyone else, never forget who you fucking belong to,”

“No!” you gasp, beginning to lift your head only to have him force it back into the pillow with a snarl. “No, Tou—niichan, I-I’ll do anything, please—”

“No, no, no, baby,” he says over your senseless babbling, voice almost gentle, thumb caressing your silky skin. “Don’t squirm, now,” he chides. “If you squirm, my hand might slip, and I might burn other parts of your body. We don’t want that, do we? Be a good girl for niichan and sit still,”

And so you do. You should feel ashamed, pathetic, revolted that he’s able to manipulate you so easily, that he knows exactly how to turn you into putty to be molded and shaped as he pleases, even when he’s about to sear his name into your skin.

It burns unlike anything you’ve ever felt before as he carefully carves his name into the supple flesh, saying the letters out loud as he does so. It’s a unique, stinging-stabbing type of pure agony, one that sends sharp pain radiating up to your lower back and down your thigh.  

Fingers curl in his dark sheets as you sob into his bed—chest-wracking sobs that have your entire body trembling, chest-wracking sobs that you so desperately try to hold back and swallow, to stay still, to be good for your niichan. Touya tells you to be happy, be grateful, that the temperature of his iron goes up so high.

“Otherwise, I would’ve had to go over it several times in order to make it really stick,”

It’s over quickly, though, a mere fifteen minutes later and he’s cleaning it with rubbing alcohol and gently taping thick gauze over it and uses this opportunity to take your panties off entirely.

“Good girl,” he praises as he hoists you up, manhandling you to straddle his spread thighs, careful of your now very sensitive bottom. “You did so good for niichan,”

And you can’t stand the way your heart weakly flutters at his praise. You can’t stand the way you instinctually bury your head in his chest, tiny fists forming in the material of his t-shirt as you wail, can’t stand the way he is still the only one you want comforting you.

His cock is hard through his jeans, and you can feel it pressing into your core as he shifts a little under you. It’s humiliating, but you’re powerless to stop your hips from moving in subtle little circles, grinding your cunt against the rough denim. And he lets you do it for a little, too, tender fingers petting your hair as he soothes your sobs, taming them to little sniffles and hiccups.

“Niichan’s gonna fuck you now, okay?” he asks softly, murmuring against your scalp, voice almost sickly sweet.

It takes you a moment to respond, eventually nodding your head.

A smirk spreads across his lips and he instructs you to get up, tapping the side of your thigh.

You lift yourself, walking back on your knees and giving him enough room to free his aching cock from the confines of his jeans before his hands find your hips again, dragging you back.

“Baby,” he breathes as his fingers spread your folds, his eyes darkening in a manner much different than before. “Already wet for me?”

Cheeks burning with shame, you nuzzle your head into the crook of his neck, whimpering a little as he pushes a finger into you.

“Don’t tell me,” he gasps tauntingly, voice dripping with artificial surprise. “You didn’t like being branded, did you?”

“No,” you whisper, shaking your head quickly. No, it wasn’t the branding that did it—not really, anyway. It was the aftercare. It was Touya’s cold hands gently tending to your injured bottom, Touya pulling you into his lap as he praised you and dropped kisses to the crown of your head, Touya getting hard from the punishment, from permanently searing his name into your flesh.

You should be disgusted with yourself, with how eager you are, hips wiggling a little only a few moments later as you whine out softly, “Niichan, cock,”

“Impatient,” he huffs. “Don’t get bratty with me now, you were doing so well,”

A pout forms on your face, still hidden in his shoulder.

“Jus’ want it so bad,” you mumble against him, beginning to slur your words. “Please, Touya-nii?”

He hums to himself, makes you beg just a little bit more, reveling in the way your voice begins to get desperate, all high and needy as you try to fuck yourself on his fingers, whimpering and begging with pathetic little please, niichan?’s.

“Is this how you want it? Huh? Wanna ride niichan?”

Mewling a little, you nod, rolling your hips into his palm.

“Words, sweetheart,”

“Yeah,” you breathe out. “W-Wanna ride you,”

Finally, he gives it to you, lets you sink down on his cock, watching the way you wince as it stretches you, expression contradicted by your soft moans.

He forces you to begin bouncing immediately, doesn’t allow you to set the pace—he never does—smirking at those little pained cries spilling from your throat, though whether they’re because his cock or the five letters freshly burned into your skin, he isn’t sure. Maybe both; probably both.

“Aw, baby,” he coos, tone condescending. “Does it hurt?”

“Yeah,” you whimper, the threat of tears stinging your eyes.

“Yeah? Yeah?” his voice mimics yours, pitched high and whiny. “I bet it fucking does,”

A hand travels down to grope your ass—specifically, the cheek with the brand—squeezing hard as fingers dig into your skin. You cry out, tears finally leaking from your eyes, chest hitching as you sob out, “Touya-nii,”

“Don’t ever do something like that again,” he says in your ear, voice low and dangerous. “Don’t you ever go fuck another man because you’re mad at me, do you understand?”

Heat begins to coil tightly in your stomach at his smooth, dark voice. “Y-Yes,”

“Promise me,” he growls, grip tightening on your ass.

“I promise,” you’re weeping as he gives one more harsh squeeze, pain scorching through your backside, a loud yelp escaping your lips.

“Bet his cock didn’t feel as good as mine,” he sneers in your ear, panting a little. “Wasn’t as big as mine, didn’t fill you up the way mine does,”

“No, no, no,” you’re chanting in time with his thrusts, eyes rolling back in your head.

“Probably could—” a low groan cuts him off as your pussy flutters around him. “Could never make you cum the way I do,”

A loud whine rips from your throat, your head nodding as he continues his relentless thrusts up into you, never once faltering. Adrenaline and endorphins rush through your veins, high off the heady mixture of pleasure and pain.

“N-Niichan,” you gasp, nails digging into his flesh through the material of his thin t-shirt. “Niichan,”

“Gonna cum? Hmm? Gonna make a mess all over niichan’s cock?” he’s asking breathlessly, slamming into you at a rapid pace and using his thighs for more leverage, hands gripping your hips.

“Uh-huh,”

“Do it, then,” he commands hoarsely. “Cum on your niichan’s cock,”

And you do, helplessly, incapable of disobeying a direct order, creaming so hard your vision blanks for a second, overwhelmed by the extreme, potent mix of pain and pleasure crashing over you.

“Who do you belong to?” Touya’s nearly keening now, hips jackhammering, making your body twitch and shudder with every sharp thrust into your sensitive pussy.

“You,”

“Tell me again,”

“I belong to you, niichan,”

And those five simple words—those five simple words have him cumming hard, hips stilling and cockhead pressed firmly against your cervix, filling your cute little cunt with his seed as broken curses fall from his lips.

You’re both panting, covered in a thin, sheen layer of sweat, your hair sticking to your face and little droplets of tears still glistening on your lash line. He all but collapses back against the bed, taking you with him, cock still buried inside of you.

“And I’m yours,” he whispers into your hair, hugging you tightly—too tightly—to his heaving chest. “I’m yours,”

Laying in his arms, in his bed, with his name burned into your ass, you wonder if you’re destined to play this game for the rest of your lives.

He’s yours.

Are you stuck with him now, forever?

He’s yours.

Will you every get married? Ever get the chance to date someone else?

He’s yours.

Do you even want to?

Laying in his arms, in his bed, with his name burned into your ass, knowing he’s yours, do you even want any of that?

No. With your head resting against his chest, rising and falling with his gentle breaths, slender fingers combing through your sweaty hair, you realize that this is all you want.

He’s yours, and you’re his, and that is enough.

[your-nerd-is-showing]

Gojo x Reader: Bath time Fun

NSFW AFTER PHOTO

Artist Credit to @Rennca_ on Twitter

“Good morning my beautiful (Y/N)!” Gojo came in waking you up with breakfast in bed. He placed the food down and jumped into bed cuddling with you.

You rolled over and kissed Gojo. “Good morning my love!”

“Eat up while I draw a bubble bath for us to share!”

“Satoru thank you!” You grabbed his hand pulling back into bed giving him another kiss.

Gojo went into the bathroom to start your bubble bath, he put a custom made cupcake scented bath bomb that had a surprise in the center of it, along with vanilla bubble bath foam to hide the gift. He hid a vibrator on the side of the tub.

He hurried his way back into the bedroom just in time as you finished breakfast to collect the tray. “I’ll be right back my love don’t move!” He winked at you as he disappeared and was back before you knew it. He picked you up and carried you to the bathroom. “Are you ready for an amazing bath my love?” He asked as he started to undress you.

“Mmmmmm y-yes I am Satoru.” You wined out as he kissed your neck and groped your breasts. “O-ohhhhhhh!” You shivered at his touch as he slipped his hand into your pajama shorts. “S-Sa-Satoruuuuuu!” Your legs started to tremble as he rubbed your clit and slipped your shorts off with his other hand.

Gently groping your butt he pushed you towards the bathtub. “Mmmmmm that’s a good girl.” He cooed as he bent you over the tub and got down on his knees.

You looked down to see Gojo under you as he dove face first into your soaking core. “Ohhhhhh Satoruuuuuu!” You moaned out as he nibbled on your clit making you almost lose your balance as your knees buckled.

“Don't worry I got you baby girl.” He held your hips as he slowly lowered you onto his face instantly making you squirt as he nipped at your clit.

You grabbed onto the tub as you grinded on his face. “Oooooooh Sa-to-ru!” Your hips started to buck as he flicked his tongue, you could feel the tension is your stomach starting to build as you grinded on his face. “F-fuck S-Satoru I'm-I'm gonna cum!” You moaned out just as you were about to reach your climax he stopped. “Wh-what the hell Satoru why did you stop!?” You yelled in frustration as you got off of him.

“You're not allowed to cum for me yet my sweet, sweet (Y/N).”

You glared at him. “….Fine….”

“Oh don’t worry I plan on having you screaming my name within the next few minutes my love.” He flashed you a sexy smile as he got undressed.

You got lost looking at his gorgeously chiseled features completely forgetting why you were mad at him. You couldn’t help but stare and stare some more at your inhumanly beautiful boyfriend. You always questioned how you got so lucky and ended up with the hottest guy in Tokyo, well you thought he was the hottest guy in Tokyo…. And according to the constant love notes he got from admirers he was definitely a catch. “How did I get so lucky?” You cooed.

“What do you mean beautiful? I’m the lucky one here.” He said as he pulled you into his arms.

You shook your head. “No I am…. I am dating the most handsome, sweet, sexy, caring, wonderful man in Tokyo….. Sometimes I have to pinch myself to make sure this isn’t a dream!” You giggled. “Never in my life did I think someone like me could end up with someone like you Satoru.”

“What do you mean by that love?” He asked confused.

“I just never thought I was anything special, I never really stood out and from knowing you, you seemed like the type to want to date someone more interesting than me.” You chuckled.

He shrugged. “Baby girl you’re very interesting! You’re the only girl I’ve ever met who didn’t have an instant crush on me. That’s what made me want you! I hate it when girls throw themselves at me so willingly, I love a challenge in a girl.” He smirked at you.

“Well I did have an instant crush on you but I didn’t want to throw myself at you…. That seems desperate and rather unattractive. Plus I saw all those girls fawning over you so I never thought I had a chance….”

“When I saw you that first day standing in the corner away from everyone looking so shy and so cute with your little black dress on. I knew then I had to make you mine.”

“I remember that day all too well….” You laughed. “All the other girls looked like they wanted to murder me when you walked up and started talking to me completely ignoring everyone else. It was so amusing to watch their reactions as you flirted with me.”

“Honestly I wasn’t even paying any attention to any of them…. My eyes were glued to you and you alone as I watched you become a hot mess while I flirted with you.”

“Well not knowing you from a hole in the wall you were rather intimidating with those gorgeous eyes and the fact that I am so tiny compared to you. You tower over me Mr. 6’4” and lil 5’4” me I'm like a little toy compared to you Satoru.”

He picked you up and held you close. “You fit perfectly in my arms, I love small girls…. It’s kind of a fetish for me.” He chuckled. “Me being so big and tall I just love someone small that I can pick up and toss around.” He cupped your butt as you wrapped your legs around his torso moaning as his length rubbed against your slit.

“S-Satoru!” You wined out as he carried you into the bathtub and sat you in his lap facing him. You placed your legs on each side of Gojo straddling him as you leaned in kissing him passionately.

Without you noticing Gojo reached down to grab the vibrator, he slowly moved it between your legs and turned it on placing it right on your clit making you moan. He thrusted his hips perfectly sliding inside you.

“Ofh myha gabb Saaftoruuuuuuu!” You moaned into his mouth as he pounded in you. You broke the kiss and held onto his shoulders as you wildly bounced up and down on him. “Oh my God babyyyyyyy! F-fuck just like that Satoruuuuuu!” Your back arched as you slammed down on his cock feeling your walls clench around him you came.

“Mmmmm baby girl that’s it cum all over my dick, God I love the way you feel on him!” He moaned out as he held your hips thrusting deeper and harder.

You held onto Gojo for dear life as he fucked you senseless. “Sa-to-ruuuuuuu! F-fuckkkkk I love youuuuu!” You screamed out in pleasure as you rode him.

Gojo thrusted his hips faster and faster almost making you smack into his head as you bounced up and down. He held onto you pulling you in close so you wouldn’t hit your head as he went deeper.

Suddenly you took control and slowed down the pace rocking your hips savoring the feeling and Gojo's sweet whimpers.

“Ah-ahhhhhh (Y-Y/N-N) fu-fuckkkkk! That feels so-sooooo gooooood!” He moaned out as you fucked him.

“Mmmmmm you like that baby?” You said in a sultry voice.

“Y-yes baby girl please don’t stopppppop!” He howled as he thrusted into you getting in sync going nice and slow. “Fuck I love how you ride him babe.”

You held his shoulders as you kept a steady pace he leaned down and sucked on your nipple. “Ohhhhh babyyyy!”

Suddenly he picked you up and pushed you into the wall spreading your legs as he pounded into you.

“F-fuckkkk Satoruuuuuu! I'm go-gonna cummmmmm again!” You cried out as you squirted.

“Yessssss baby girl that’s it scream my name!” He kept pounding you. “Fuck (Y/N) I'm cummingggggg!” Moaned Gojo as he exploded inside you.

He kissed you. “Now let’s get squeaky clean.” He grabbed your soap and started washing your back, then your front while he played with your boobs making your horny all over again as he pinched your nipples.

“Sa-to-ru….” You wined.

“Hm? Am I turning you on again baby girl?”

You whimpered and nodded.

“Hehe oops.” He said not so innocently.

“You jerk.” You laughed.

He gave you a sexy smile. “I love you cupcake.”

“I love you too Satoru.”

“Yay!” He kissed you.

“You're such a goof.” You felt something floating behind you. “Hm?” You turned around and saw a little plastic container. “What’s this?” You asked picking it up.

“Open it baby girl! It’s the first of many amazing gifts for you today!”

You opened the container and pulled out a beautiful sterling silver necklace with a diamond moon on it. “S-Satoru oh my goodness is that a diamond!?” You stared at the giant diamond in awe, he nodded his head. Your (E/C) eyes grew wider as you looked at beautiful necklace. “It's gorgeous! Thank you so much!” You tackled Gojo tenderly kissing him on the lips.

“You're very welcome my love. Now let’s hurry up and get ready!” He said as he put the necklace on you.

The two of you quickly finished your bath.

“My love! I have something else for you!” Gojo said as he handed you a big box.

You opened the box and took out a beautiful red silk dress. “Satoru….. This is stunning!” The dress truly was stunning it was strapless with a sweetheart neckline, a layer of black lace in a rose pattern laid over the soft red silk. You kept looking through the box and took out the sexy lacy lingerie with matching thigh-high tights. The corset was completely see through and had ties attached for the tights, then you saw the thong. “Ohhhhh Satoru now is the lingerie for your pleasure or mine?” You laughed.

“Both! But mostly for me.” He smirked at you.

“Haha I figured as much!” You kissed him.

“Mmmmm baby girl gimme a lil show while you put that on.”

“Anything for you baby.” You winked at him as you shook your hips doing a sexy dance while you put the thong on. You twirled around and shook your ass in Gojo's face, he grabbed your ass with his giant hands clapping your cheeks together. “Mmmmm baby.” You moaned as he groped your ass before clapping your cheeks again. You twirled back around to face Gojo, smiling at him as you ran your finger along his collar bone, up his neck and under his chin as you pulled him in for a kiss. You broke the kiss to sit on the edge of the tub.

Gojo moved closer to you taking your leg in his grasp he placed sweet kisses all over as he worked his way up to your lips passionately kissing you. He broke the kiss and grabbed the tights slipping them on your legs. Then he grabbed the corset and stood you up to put it on you. He zipped the corset up, tightened the ribbons to give you that perfect hourglass silhouette lastly he fixed the tights so they wouldn’t fall. He gazed upon you completely lost for words as his jaw dropped. “God damn baby girl…. Is it bad that I don’t want to go out now? I could stay here all day just looking at you in that.” He cooed taking you in his arms.

You wrapped your arms around Gojo's neck, getting up on your tippy-toes very close to his lips. “No it’s not a bad thing at all my love but, we can have all the fun in the world later.” You tenderly kissed his lips. “Now let’s finish getting ready.

Gojo kept staring at you as you put the dress and heels on, you stood up so he could get the full view. His jaw almost fell on the ground as he gazed at you, that gorgeous dress hugging every curve perfectly and that corset making your boobs pop out of that sweetheart neckline Gojo started feeling very hot. “Nope I’m taking you again right now!” He scooped you up and brought you to the bedroom.

~ End

@mguqiis @milktaro-inc @sassyeahhhh

@ivorylyon

[daikushiji]

his crush draws a heart on his hand (pt. 2)

pairings: bokuto x reader, oikawa x reader, atsumu x reader

a/n: now some show-off babies!! this is the cutest thing to do to your crush i won’t take any criticism (if you’d like to read it, here part 1 and part 3 !!)

Bokuto Koutarou

“he’s really cute”

bokuto overhears totally by accident the conversation you’re having with your friends

and when you call cute the guy on your friend’s phone

he goes immediately into emo mode

don’t you think he’s cute too?

plus that boy is so average, he just has some big tattoos on his arms

and that’s when he comes up with the awful idea of getting one as well

does he have to get a tattoo to make you call him cute??

said and done

the next day he comes to you asking for advice

should he get this big ass dragon on his back or a skull on his shoulder?

”ko, you’re underage and have zero money”

he tells you that he has already found a guy willing to tattoo him for a reasonable price

now you are actually worried that he’s gonna catch some disease in someone’s basement 

”what’s up with you? you never wanted a tattoo before”

”i find them pretty cool now”

”but aren’t you afraid of needles? you ran away when you had to get vaccinated”

oh fuck, right

he was so focused on getting your attention that he totally forgot about that teeny tiny part

he turns so pale at the very thought and you can finally breathe a sigh of relief

”if you really want a tattoo I can give you one”

you take his hand and draw something on it

he doesn’t care at all what the doodle is

his gaze is fixed on your small fingers wrapped around his pinky and ring finger

why are you so cute

”here your free, painless and legal tattoo”

and then he sees the heart

you can bet that when he walks into the gym, he’s shouting to look at his new tattoo

like he’s shoving his hand in everyone’s face

after practice, he searches for a plastic bag in the locker room

”I can’t take a shower if I don’t seal my hand first!!!”

Oikawa Tooru

he’s a lil bitch, we all know that

but you couldn’t imagine how annoying his ass actually is

you agreed on being his tutor when he asked you in the most hopeless way ever

and now you have to spend almost every afternoon with him

he always comes a bit late and calls you a cheesy nickname

”sorry sweetpie”

”I’m late again sunshine, arent’I?”

”hey hot stuff, I’m here”

his excuse is that he knows too many people and, unable to remember the name of everyone, he relies on nicknames

truth be told, he only says those things to you 

and would love if you’d call him some corny name as well

but he’s happy with just watching your cheeks going bright red every time

”okay, i guess my big brain has learned enough for today”

”i’m impressed that you got at least one question right this time”

”you’re such a meanie”

you both start getting your things

”i’ll text you tonight, pumpkin”

again you try to hide your face, sure that even your ears have become red

standing there with a grin, he looks at you getting all flustered

fed up, you take your marker and grab his hand

he jumps at the sudden touch and watches you writing your own name

”maybe this way you won’t forget it”

flicking his forehead, you leave the room

when he looks down he notices the little heart near the name

at practice he waves his hand in the air the entire time waiting for someone to notice 

but of course nobody wants to give him the satisfaction of asking about it

so while his teammates are chatting, he bursts in their conversation

”oh, were you talking about the thing on my hand?? what can i say, people love me so much that they have to claim me”

iwaizumi is now threatening him to rub it off

the next day he arrives oddly on time

“hi heart”

he shows you his hand, where your name faded away but the little draw is still there

Miya Atsumu

the only other student in the library gets up, leaving you two alone

”keep writing”

atsumu’s voice brings you back to reality

usually it’s the other way around

but today you had to wait for him to finish practice and then work together on your project

it’s already dark outside and you’re a bit exhausted

”right, I need to focus”

you try to wake yourself up gently slapping your face

the boy is sneaking glances at you, with a small smile

he pretends to sigh really loudly and dramatically rest his hand on your notebook

you often play with his fingers while studying together

you say that your hands always need to do something and he loves touching you 

so it’s a win-win

sometimes he teases you saying that it’s just an excuse to hold the prettiest hands of the entire school

“Osamu’s hands are nicer”

"....take it back rIGHT NOW”

finally you grab his hand and go back to writing your essay

first, you start playing with his fingers and then tracing the lines engraved onto his palm 

while you focus more this way, he’s suffering because he just can’t think straight

like he’s stuck on the same sentence for the last 10 minutes 

his eyes keep reading but his mind wanders off

for sure now he has memorized the feeling of your hands

but he wants to know how soft your hair is, how smooth your cheeks are, how your lips feel against his

oh your sweet lips

deep in thought, he feels you slightly squeezing his fingers

”i’m so sorry, the pen slipped from my hand”

you are pouting, looking at the little line that there is now on his hand

but before he can reply, you’re already drawing something

”let me fix it”

seeing the little heart, a lovesick expression takes over him

[divinefireangel]

Hello! Could you do a reaction of Sf9’s s/o trying to kiss them, but they can’t reach because the boys are much taller than them? Thank you!

THIS IS ME WHY

Istg we're all the same

Warnings: Fluff. Crack?

YB:

His first reaction when he realizes what you're trying to do will be giggles

Cause you're gripping his wrist

Trying to pull yourself up to his face

Standing on your tippyity toes

Mouth in a pout

He thinks it's the cutest fucking thing ever

When you fail and stomp your foot on the ground

He'll smile sweetly and bend down to your eye level

"Oh ohh. Jagiya is too short to kiss me? "

Laughs when you whine

Gives you a super sweet kiss and pulls you to hide into his chest

IS:

Our charming gent

The thing with him tho

I feel

Is that he will have his cheek resting on your head most of the time

So that means you just have to stand on your toes to kiss him

If he isn't leaning on you in some way

You probably have to jump on his back to be able to kiss him lol

So shocked when you struggle lol

"What are you doing?! "

Probably shrieks in fear lmao

Swears he never thought you were this short

JY:

He's one to notice your struggle right away

But he will tease you lol

So if you're trying to get up on your toes

He will also do the same 💀

Of course when you whine and pout he just laughs softly

Pinches your cheeks

"You're way too cute for my heart"

*melts*

Cups your cheeks and pecks your face all over

Chances of picking you up by your waist are very likely

You should be alert at all times cause you never know when he'll just pick you up 💀💀

But he's cute so it's okay

DW:

Okay so agreed he isn't all too tall

But he still is taller than average(I mean we've seen them next to their staff. All staff look TINY)

Most times he is paying attention to you

So when you try to kiss him then, he will lean down to your height

His cheeks are blushy when he pulls away 🥺

Though when he is a little busy

It's more likely that you startle him

Raising yourself off your heels

A cute lil plucker of your lips

And he's just giggling like a kid cause he feels your presence near him

If you're trying to kiss his cheek, his giggles make you smile against his cheek

He wants to keep you close to him when you're at that height so he'll hold you there

RW:

Anyone got a trampoline? Cause you'll need it 💀💀

You know little kids do a 90° up tilt of their head when they look at an adult? 💀

Well that's you 😂

Whenever you kiss while standing

You both do struggle equally

With you standing on your tiptoes and him bending down a significant amount

So to kiss him all by yourself you try jumping like a kangaroo baby in front of him

Of course it works 😂😂😂

He looks at you with so much endearment when you stomp you foot claiming you want to be taller for him and such

When you do your sad pout while looking at the ground is when he will move your hair out you face or fix it

A hand under your chin to lift you to look into his eyes since he has already bent down to your height

"I love you"

It's so sincere you can't help but kiss him forever after that

ZH:

This one won't tease you

He's gonna be all like

Oh no my tiny baby

In a way he talks to his cats....

Calls you cute every single time you try to kiss him

If you've seen his vlives with his cats, he calls them cute so many times so he'll call you cute in that sense

Small and ready for his love

Secretly adores when you complain about being short

CAUSE YOU LOOK SO EFFIN ADORABLE HE CAN STUFF YOU IN HIS POCKET

Pulls your face close so he can lean down and rub your noses together

Expect a lot of terms of endearment here 🥺

He won't kiss kiss cause he likes to do that when you're both comfortably cuddling

So multiple pecks while grinning like a Cheshire Cat

Sorry for choosing a long gif BUT SEE WHAT I MEAN

YT:

Listen

He is most likely to feel genuinely sad that he's tall

Compared to you 😂

When you're around him

He will be bending down slightly

Like kinda at ease

So if you wanna kiss him, you just have to pull him down

If he isn't leaning aka he doesn't expect you to kiss him at those times

But you wanna kiss him :(

Mans doesn't want you to struggle all the way

Just grab his hand and look at him with puppy eyes

He will do anything for you if you do that

Gives you the pout he gave to that baby kitten during the couchtalk vlive

Alternates kisses and pecks

HY:

Softy softy baby

Okay he just laughs airily when he sees you struggle

Pats your hair and stops you from trying so hard when he can literally just bend down

Thinks how did he get so lucky to find someone as cute as you 🥺

Ooo he specially dies a little every time you intertwine your fingers with his

And abruptly stand on your toes

Demanding a kiss with a small pout and wide expectant eyes

You know when you get those moments of realisation that make you think

Oh damn this person makes me the happiest and stuff???

Well you get my point

Cups your cheek, pushing the skin in more making it plump

And finally leaning down to kiss you in the most drama like way EVER

CH:

Okay personally, I can reach his height and I am veryyyyy short so I'mma just imagine that 💀😙

He is the shortest so realistically, you can reach him easily

But still he will tease you for having to lift up off your heels to kiss him

He will tease you by calling you shorty but in a cute way

He will tease you by not kissing you when you try to so hard

But all his teasing comes down when you pout and hit him playfully

Wraps his arms around you laughing at your antics

Presses his lips to your forehead

Your nose

All over and finally your lips

Smiles all the way when he pulls away from you

Winks at you 😂

More kisses on your blushy cheeks

[sweetsbfreex]

that’s daddy!

read the first installment here!

last fic of 2020! thank you guys so much for all the love and sweet messages, i’ve only been here for a short time, but you guys have rlly gotten me through being able to post my writing publicly 💕 

Summary: another mix up, but this time it’s 10x more embarrassing

Warnings: lil’ smut but not so smut

Pairings: Husband, Dad!Harry x reader 

You and Harry had woken up five minutes prior. Your mumbles in both your sleepy, raspy voices of good morning and your morning pecks out of the way. Now the two of you were cuddled up in bed. You were lowered in bed, on your side. Your head under Harry’s arm, one arm by your side, while the other was tracing the butterfly on Harry’s chest absentmindedly.

Harry was on his back; one of his arm’s brought down– his fingers caressing the side of your face. 

“Plans for the day?” you ask H, tilting your head back slightly.

He was blissed out and zoned out, his mind running a mile a minute. With that he had hummed, asking you to repeat yourself. 

“Plans for the day, H?” you asked again. 

“Oh, have to head to the set in a few. Are you and B still meeting me there?”

“Why? Do you want us to?” you tease. 

“What do you think” he imitated, pulling on the hand that was once on his stomach to guide you upward and closer to him. 

You smiled knowingly down at him, your body hovering over him. While he winds a hand to the back of your neck pulling you down quickly. 

“Frisky, huh” you joked, pulling away. But you were hastily pulled down– Harry  snakes his arm higher using his bicep now to bring you down all the way– your body now bonded to Harry’s. Your sleeping shirt rubbing against his skin.

Harry kissed you roughly and was rough during the time he rolled the both of you over, so you were encased in him. Your non-stop grinding figure causing the growling he was emitting. And it would’ve gone father if it wasn’t for the pitter-patter of small feet walking past your open door. (You had left open last night for Bia this morning.)

He pulled away, breathless. Looking over his shoulder, using the hand that wasn’t under your neck to hold his body up. Only to see the four-year-old bouncing at the end of the bed, her favorite stuffed animal (an off-white duck) clutched in both her hands in front of her. 

“B, remember what we talked about” Harry reminded her sweetly, laying on his back next to her mother. 

“Sorry daddy” she pouted, her figure still. “Morning!” she squealed, running till she was laying in between you and Harry. It was always so surreal how crazy her emotions had shifted, but not very surprising. 

“Morning bunny” Harry replied, kissing her forehead.

“Morning B” you replied, kissing her cheeks until she was laughed out, begging for mercy. 

“What? don’t like mummy’s kiss?” Harry had asked, tickling her side.

“No!” she quipped, a mischievous, a very Harry look on her face.

You gasped in make-believe at her statement, looking up at Harry a plan in your eyes that he had naturally understood. You were each assigned a cheek of B’s and at once attacked her with kisses.

She broke out into a fit of giggles, each of her tiny hands brought up to clutch onto each of your chins, trying with all her might to push the both of you away. 

“Okay! Okay!” she yelled, but it took her awhile with all the laughing she was doing. 

“You love mummy’s kisses?” you asked her

“Yes!” she screamed, adjusting herself so she was now laying on top of you. Her cheek rested against yours, which she had kissed before settling herself to down– to further persuade you. You wrapped both your arms around her instantly, one of hers coddling the lobe of your ear. 

Harry shuffled closer to the two of you. On his side he used an arm to support his head. 

“Angel, guess what?” he beamed.

“What Daddy?”

“You and mum are gonna be meeting on set today” 

She was confused, and you could tell from the lack of emotion she let out at Harry’s information. She was four, so you couldn’t blame her for not understanding how exciting it would be to see her father live in action. 

“B” you started, gaining her attention. “Me and you are gonna meet daddy at work and watch him act and meet everyone else...like Descendants how everyone is at the isle of the lost” you divulged, trying to make this exciting as possible for her. 

“We’re going to the Isle of the lost?” she interrupted, her head tilting slightly in confusion. 

“No no” you laugh “It’s like– you know what nevermind. Basically, we’re gonna go see daddy at work, but with movies”

“Were going to the movies?” 

“Kind of, but instead we’re gonna watch how movies are made”

“Ohh” she dragged, still a bit confused, but she really only understood that she would be meeting her dad at work. Harry laughed at your attempt, knowing you were shit at explaining things and trying to explain something like this to a toddler was only harder for you. 

“it’s okay B, you’ll see soon” Harry reassured her. “What do the two of you want for breakfast?” 

Peeling off the comforter, he got out of bed stretching his back out. A deep, pleasurable groan leaving his mouth. Causing a giggle between you and Bia. 

“Pancakes and strawberries, please” Bia requested.

“Can I have French toasts pleaseee” you beg.

“You got it” Harry replied, making his way out of the room after grabbing a shirt from his dresser. 

He could hear the whispering between the two of you, most likely scheming against him. But when he had started making his way to the door, he heard a shrill voice filled with cackles.

“Thank you best daddy in the world!” B had recited. Harry had shook his head a great smile on his face, close to tears. He raised his hands high, making a heart with his hands catching the eye of the two of his best girls, that were still laughing, in his bed.

-

Only a few hours earlier you and B had kissed Harry a see you later at the door. Now it was only the two of you in the parking lot of the set, one of the employees from the movie, sent to guide you and B to your location. 

You looked down at your little girl, who’s hand was pancaked with yours, skipping behind you. Her pony tails shifting and her shoes lighting up with each bounce. 

“You excited miss Styles” you ask.

She hummed an answer, toi immerse into the song she was singing.

“I was requested by Harry to bring some goldfish and strawberries for Bia. Is that okay?” she double checks

“That’s perfect. Thank you so much” you smile as she stops abruptly in front of you, tapping away at her tablet.

“No problem, they’ll be inside” she smiled back, looking up “Here’s his trailer, if you need anything I’m once again Ximena” she waved a goodbye to you and Bia. 

You climb up the steps, gently, Bia trailing closely behind you. Opening the door, you walk inside to see the spacious area. 

The first thing you see when walking in is the platter of Cut strawberries and packs of B’s favorite varieties of goldfish on the coffee table, catching her attention instantly as she sprints towards the snacks. Getting herself comfortable on the sectional sofa in front of the tv. 

You can see a counter, an array of cosmetic products settled on top.  One chair sat behind the counter, facing a wall with a large mirror mounted on the wall. You walk farther in the trailer to see on the counter, a framed picture of the three of you on an impromptu picnic, your heart filled as you eyed the picture. 

you loved that day

Lastly, all the way in the back you could see a large bed, probably a queen, which you could tell was laid upon earlier. 

You walked over to Bia, taking a seat next to her, who shoved yet another strawberry into her mouth. You chuckled lowly, grabbing the remote from the coffee table. Putting something on just for her. 

You were getting engrossed in the show when the door to the trailer flung open, Harry walking into his hands on his hips. 

Bia had jetted off the sofa, running towards her dad, who had crouched down to pick her up. Spinning her around as she giggled, twinkling.

You paced towards him, flinging yourself softly onto him, as he was still holding B.

“Hi love, missed you” he said softly, bringing his right hand up to secure the back of your head, bringing you into a kiss. 

“Why are you so out of breath” you asked, laughing. You could see the glimmer of sweat along his hairline. 

“Ran all the way over here. I just finished a scene when they told me you two were here” jostling Bia a bit. 

“You’re so cute” you said with a fond look, welcoming him for a quick peck. “And you look so handsome. Love when your hair is parted like this”

One of the first things that you had noticed was how dapper he had looked in the brown suit.  

You tell him getting a cocky smirk in response. You take your finger and gently move a strand of his hair that hung in between his eyebrows, moving it so it was flowing to the right– as it should be. 

“Thank you lovie, how about I show the two of you around.”

-

You were walking down the lines of trailers, The three of you linked together like monkeys in a barrel, Bia walking in the middle. As you walked down Harry showed her all the equipments, teaching her how things worked, helping her pronounce the tough words, and explaining what they were for.

“They’re shooting something right now. You want to watch?”

“Mhm” 

You crouch to pick up Bia, her short legs slowing the two of you down if you had to be honest. She sat on your hip, now a bit farther away from Harry. He had been quick to drape his arm over his arm over your shoulder, bringing you both closer. 

“Remember you have to be quiet” Harry reminded B, as you both walked closer to a scene that was about to start. 

“I remember” she whispered.

It was only a minute or two that went by, when Bia let out a quiet groan. Frustrated to no end. 

“Daddy” She had groaned again, her hand in a tiny fist. You looked down at her, face scrunched up.

“What is it baby?” he asked, grabbing her fist. Her hand now enclosed over his finger.

“My eyes. S’ too bright”

You and Harry smiled down at her, You watched as Harry opened one of the jackets. Slipping his hand inside one of the pockets, you assumed, pulling out a pair of sunglasses. He perched them gently on her face. So big they had slid down her nose. 

“Better?” you asked, kissing the top of her head

She nodded her head, turning her attention, so she was watching the extras move around and the actors/actresses recite their lines. 

The three of you stood there for another ten minutes, but had to go when Harry looked down at his watch. Smile falling not wanting to leave you both.

“I gotta go lovie, but I’m gonna drop off you both at the trailer first” he says grasping your hand, leading you both away from the ongoing scene.

“What?” you pout “I thought I would’ve been able to see you in action” you tease.

“I know, I know” he sighs, walking in front of you so he can clasp your face between his palms. Which were by now ringless, except for the wedding ring prop. His, from your wedding day, sat next to his journal on his night stand. 

“But I’d not rather kiss another woman in front of B...Plus you’ll make me nervous”

“I make you nervous” you keen

“Don’t act surprised” he quips “Remember the time I spilled my drink all over your lap on our first date?” he asks, you nod in confirmation. “There you go! Now let’s get you two back to the trailer” he ended the conversation swiftly, grappling both your shoulders gently. Squeezing them lovingly as he guided you back to the trailers. 

You and H had been entranced in a conversation when B had squealed letting out excitedly “Puppy!”

The sound of her excitement got both of your attention, looking down to see none other Dodger on a leash held by Chris freaking Evans. 

“Hey Chris!” Harry greeted, putting his hands out for a handshake. Harry had let go of your shoulder as Chris pulled Harry in for what you called ‘manly man shoulder tap’. “You’ve met y/n, this” he pointed to B “Is Bia, my daughter” Harry, properly, introduced the squirming girl in your arm, trying so hard to pet the dog, pinching her cheek. 

“Hi” you greeted Chris, clearing your throat afterwards. 

You met Chris when the cast had got together for a bonding moment at a very fancy restaurant. But god, could you ever get used to the fact that your husband worked with Chris freaking-hot- Jamal Evans and you basically had access to see him whenever? No. Never.

When the news had broke out that Chris would be joining in as a cast member, you were probably more excited than Harry, as you had ran around the room in twirls at the fact that you were going to see two of the most handsomest men in the world in one movie. And you were married to one of them. 

Harry could do nothing that day not wanting to burst your bubble with the slight jealousy he had felt as he laid back on the bed, watching your very familiar crazy behavior. A smile on his face. 

“Almost as if you were the one acting with him baby” he teased you, making his way hastily towards you, throwing you over his shoulder a quick smack to your ass. 

And the dinner was not any easier. Your hand in Harry’s hands, placed over the table. Which you was his way of slight possessiveness, while you sat across from Chris Evans himself, trying so hard not to act like such a fangirl. His eyes were so blue, so bright, it was hard not to get caught in those. 

But you were married and had to calm down. Letting Harry know multiple times if this were Jennifer Aniston he would have all the passes he wanted. 

“Hey how are you y/-” Chris had started, but the sound of an overly excited toddler had took all three of your attention 

“Daddy!” she roared, a smile on her face, pointing towards Chris’ shocked figure. 

It was like time stood, still at the tension–– mostly felt on you and Harry’s end. At the way Chris had dropped his jaw, eyes wide, his finger pointing at himself. 

Harry was nothing but embarrassed, cheeks and ears heating up. His own daughter called someone who wasn’t Harry her father for christs sakes. 

 And you were nothing but the same, as all three of you stood there moths dropped. 

“O- oh my gosh, Chris, I’m so sorry. I have no idea why she-” you started.

“It’s fine really” he chuckled. “I’m actually supposed to be on set in a few, so I’ll catch you guys later.” he waved, smiling, walking away from the three of you. 

“Oh my gosh, Harry! I just embarrassed myself in front of Chris evans” you whined. 

“This is your fault” he laughed “Told you I hated that joke, glad to see karma got you where it hurts”

“I hate you” you whine

Harry pays you no mind, a smug look over taking his face. 

“Where’s daddy going?” Bia asks, her head turning at Chris’ walking figure. 

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