#i have to wear socks and if it gets the tiny bit of water on them changing them right away

[suguann]

FUCK IT, I WANT YOU—JJK MEN. * ˚ ✦

✎. jjk men who are infatuated with you. | wc. 2.4k+

tags. fem!reader, bsf sister, cockwarming, slightly rough sex, best friends to lovers, exhibitionism, breast f*cking, domestic nanami, pet names, praise, mild dark content, dubcon, stepcest, stuckage

featuring. gojo, higuruma, nanami, geto, sukuna

an. banner is from hare kon okawari | masterlist

↬ GOJO

He shouldn’t even entertain the thought of wanting you—somewhere in the world, there’s a book of rules that says you shouldn’t develop a crush on your best friend’s little sister. 

It doesn’t stop him from letting you talk him into shopping (as if he’d ever tell you no) and watching you try on tiny, flowy sundresses that make his jaw ache, how he’s just on the side of too-weak for those low-scooped tops you’re always wearing whenever he’s at your house. 

At first, Gojo wonders if you do it on purpose—the bashful smiles and bumping shoulders if he’s close by—but you’re painfully shy for that to be the case. It’s why a smirk tugs at his mouth after leaving love bites across your chest when he finally gets you alone in his room so that he might see the adorable little face you make as you try to cover them up afterward. 

He has you perched in his lap on the bed with an arm wrapped around your waist to keep you rooted on his cock buried deep inside the hot-wet heat between your legs. His mouth sucks marks into your skin wherever he can reach, deep groans rumbling in his chest every time your pussy clenches down on him—a sweet reminder that he hasn’t let you move for a while.

“Toru, not there,” you squeak, fingers knotting in the hair at his nape to gently pull him away. “People will see.” 

But he doesn’t listen as he rolls a nipple between his fingers, mesmerized by the sight of it pebbling into a tight peak—your thighs shaking around him when he pinches too hard.

“So fucking pretty,” he growls, biting his lip as he finally looks up at you. “Just let me play with them a bit more, and then I’ll fuck you. I promise.”

A white lie, but he’s done and said worse, and this isn’t that. This is him savoring a victory he never knew he had until you fluttered those long lashes and asked for a kiss.

You’re gasping and writhing, unable to do anything except sit there while he overstimulates you with his mouth and fingers. When he finally rolls you over onto your back, you’ve already cum twice, but that doesn’t stop him, greedy hips churning against yours and stealing another.

He sucks a nipple into his mouth, loving how you quiver underneath him, your soft socks slipping where they try to rest around his waist. “You’re so sensitive, huh, baby?” he rasps, nosing the soft swell of your breast as he crowds you underneath him. 

You mewl out a broken version of his name, hot pants against his neck that make you sound so desperate—not really answering him as your nails bite into his shoulders—and he can’t get over the way you look right now, how you sound. He’ll never be able to go back to pretending that you’re Geto’s annoying little sister (as if he ever thought you were) as Gojo watches drool trail from the side of your mouth from how good he’s fucking you. 

“Do you know how filthy you look right now?” he grits between his teeth. “Been thinking about this for so long—fuck—can’t believe I finally get to have you.”

↬ HIGURUMA

It’s an accident the first time it happens. 

You’re at the beach, playing with him in the water, when a wave hits you and washes your bikini top away. You squeal, and because he’s your best friend and has always looked out for you, he doesn’t realize right away he used his hands to shield your bare breasts from everyone else on the beach—eyes round when Higuruma does.

It’s innocent—his intent—yet alarm bells are ringing in his ears.

He expects you to shove him away—you don’t. Instead, you give him a sweet smile with a soft, muttered thank you and let him carry you back to the towels. 

He’s still reeling at how you fit perfectly in his palms, skin against skin in a way he’s only ever shamefully imagined alone with his fist around his dick. It has him shifting his trunks uncomfortably, and he wants—no, needs (a definite need) more.

Higuruma spreads you out on your towel under the canopy of the large beach umbrella, the shirt he gave you pushed up and held out of the way under your chin as you watch him. His shoulders block out anybody from really seeing how he’s teasing your nipples into his mouth—your fingers digging into the hair at his nape to keep him there. 

He never thought he’d get this far after years of watching you dance around the periphery of his life without ever really being his. How seeing you like this—whimpering his name under your breath, eyelashes fluttering against the tops of your cheeks, and grinding onto his thigh pressed up between yours—only ever existed in a fantasy or two. 

There’s nothing to do but watch as the lines of an eight-year friendship crumble into the sand with your soft squeaks of more, and his low groans fuck, and he can’t bring himself to feel anything other than a small flame doused in kerosene. 

If this is the sacrifice for holding you and whispering sweet nothings into your sweat-slick skin, he’ll gladly burn.

He’d keep you like this forever if he could, and the way you look at him, pleading with your eyes, makes him think you’d let him if he asked (or maybe he wouldn’t have to).

He releases your nipple and smiles when your shirt falls from your teeth with a whine, your foot stomping against the towel in a way that’s too fucking cute.

“Why’d you stop?”

All the blood and heat in his body rush to his dick at how needy you sound—for him, all for him—and his breath fans across your spit-slick skin shakily, pent up and overflowing with nerves he’s held onto for as long as he can remember. “Sweetheart, you have to be quiet.”

You nod eagerly, your grip tightening in his hair to bring him back towards you. “Okay. Okay. I’ll be quiet. Just please don’t stop.”

Never. 

When your leg brushes the tent in his trunks, it feels like his eyes roll into the back of his head from the contact. He greedily takes your tight, sensitive peak back into his mouth again—hardly paying attention to the wanton moans you fail to suppress as you continue grinding onto his thigh.

↬ NANAMI

Nanami stares at you more often than usual after you have his son—at how your chest fills out every top you wear, and your hips become the perfect place for his hands—a strange new obsession that develops overnight without a manual or an off switch.

One day, you’re his beautiful wife. The next, you’re his beautiful wife holding his baby, and suddenly, he’s seeing the world through a clear lens, and he can’t stop looking.

His hands are always on you just to curb the constant ache that never really fades, brushing hair out of your face, massaging your lower back, shamelessly letting them wander too close to the underside of your breasts whenever he can. Sometimes, he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it, and sometimes it’s all he can think to do.

Some days, after a stressful work day, he’ll lay atop your chest and pepper kisses against whatever skin he can reach, wandering, eager hands getting their fill until he falls asleep. On other days, he stays up long enough—baby tucked away in his crib and the monitor softly humming on the coffee table—to peel your clothes out of the way to get the full picture.

“Just like that, darling,” he groans, watching where you’re kneeled between his legs, unable to take his eyes off the way his leaky tip peeks out from between your soft, bare breasts. 

You stick out your tongue to lick away the pearl of white drooling out of his slit, only to spit it back onto his cock to help aid your up and down movements. It has him throbbing at how messy it is, liquid-hot heat pooling in his stomach at how good it feels. He knows he’s not going to last much longer, and he’s torn on whether or not to stop you or let you keep going.

“How does it feel?” you peer up at him through long lashes like you don’t already know what you’re doing to him.

“‘Good, darling. So fucking good—fuck, keep going—pretty little wife on her knees for me,” he curses, hips shuddering when he thrusts up, watching his length disappear and reappear again and again.

The delicate smile that adorns your lips makes his heart flutter, and balls draw up to his body. “Yeah? You gonna cum, Kento?”

“I don’t—I, fuck, yes.” He’d much rather finish with his face buried in your tits, but he’s already too far gone to pull away, to shove you down onto the couch.

You hum softly. “I want you to cum on me. Please.”

That’s his final undoing, groaning at the thought of him marking those cute tits that take up his every spare thought, cumming unexpectedly in a rush of white-hot pleasure before he can stop it. His cock jerks until viscous streaks of white paint your chest, and it makes everything sticky and sloppy, sending a weak burst of liquid pleasure rushing up his spine before he slumps against the couch with a satisfied sigh. 

↬ GETO

He loves it when you’re like this. Soft and pliant beneath him, eyelashes spiked with tears.

He doesn’t know where to look—can’t decide between the smattering of possessive marks littering the inside of your thighs or the ones that travel across your chest. 

A decision easily made for him when he presses the tip of his sensitive cock back into your fluttering cunt, unable to tear his eyes away from how your breasts bounce with every one of his harsh, desperate thrusts. His thumb smooths over a peaked nipple—bitten raw and pinched tight—and he curses under his breath at the feel of you clenching on him like a vice.

You tell him how good he feels under a hitched breath, and his chest tightens because he can’t remember the last time someone used an adjective like that to describe him. Good. It’s weird how such a simple word can make Geto’s head spin and make him feel like anything other than the man he is outside your bed.

He ducks his head down to suck another little bruise right above your nipple, the corners of his mouth curling slightly, knowing that he’ll be the only one that’ll know it exists. 

“Prettiest fucking girl I know,” he breathes harshly, already close. “I wish you could see how perfect you look.”

Geto slips his fingers between you, playing over the tiny, sensitive bud at the peak of your thighs.

“Oh.” A soft sigh.

“Maybe I should take a picture, huh? Would you let me? So I can look at you like this,” —he thrusts deep, making sure you’ll be able to feel him afterward— “all damn day, every fucking day.”

And like a tightrope snapping loose, you fall apart around him, practically choking his cock, and he fills up your cunt for the second time that night.

↬ SUKUNA

You're cleaning the apartment you share with your step-brother until it's spotless because the guy you’ve kind of had a crush on since the start of the semester is coming over today to study, and the butterflies in your belly tell you today is the day he’s finally going to ask you out. 

What you don��t anticipate—between throwing away Sukuna’s collection of energy drinks on the coffee table and doing a load of laundry—is the possibility of getting stuck in the too-small dryer while reaching for a sock or that your brother would be the one to find you bent over with your shorts riding up your legs.

You suppress a groan at the sound of Sukuna's patronizing voice behind you. "What do we have here?"

"Don't just stand there, idiot," you hiss. "Help me."

He chuckles in that mean, condescending way that always sets your teeth on edge. "You're really bossy for someone with their ass hanging out of a dryer. Maybe I should leave you here and wait for Mick—”

“His name’s Mitch—”

“—to find you."

"No!" you say almost too loudly, wincing as your voice echoes around the dryer. With a small sigh, your head hanging, you add, "Please help me."

"That's better." 

It's quiet for a moment, and you start fidgeting again to free yourself until you feel a pair of large hands palming your hips, and you can't stop the squeak that escapes the back of your throat—not expecting the terrible-hot-wrongness of it to feel so good.

A feeling stirs in your belly that you’d tucked away long ago, and only returning to under the safety of the baby blue twinkle string lights in your room—hand in your sleep shorts and teeth digging an imprint into the palm of your hand to hold back the name you only chant in your head.

“You’re s-supposed to be helping,” your voice wavers, dizzy with what’s transpiring in that cramped laundry room.

He huffs a soft laugh behind you, pressing a kiss to the base of your spine where your shirt rode up. “Give me a minute.”

It's embarrassing when you feel wetness pooling in the seat of your underwear, heat rushing from the roots of your hair and down to your toes when his hands travel over the swell of your ass in your tiny shorts. 

You're almost compelled to tell him you’ll get out on your own because it’s the right thing to do—to put a stop to something that shouldn’t happen except in cheap porn. Then his hand comes down against your backside, hard, and every single thought in your head scrambles like an egg on hot pavement.

You whimper, the force of his slap jolting you further into the dryer, sweaty hands scrambling against the metal walls to keep your face from crashing into it.

"Fuck, I've always wanted to do that,” he breathes before tugging the crotch of your shorts and panties out of the way, and you feel something wet and slick drip against your cunt. "Maybe I'll just keep you here for a bit. What do you say, sis?"

His thumb runs along your slit and presses inside you.

“Ah. W-wai—”

“Shh. Just—fuck, so fucking tight—just let me enjoy this pussy, huh?” And quieter, “I’ve wanted this for a long time.”

You shiver and swallow around the words threatening to escape: me, too.

[luveline]

That family holiday kbd was soo cute😭

Can we get a blurb about playing at the resort’s pool with Steve and the kids? 🫶🏻

kbd — the harrington’s go poolside !! mom!reader, 1.4k

“Can we hold hands?” Beth asks. 

You throw your hand out to her showfully. She giggles as she takes it, rejuvenated after a good night's sleep and a huge breakfast from the buffet. You and Steve are probably happier about her gorging than she is; it’s never a bad day when Bethie eats well. 

Steve holds a toddling Dove’s hand, leaning down to accommodate her tiny stature, while Avery walks just ahead. “It’s gonna be fun, bubby,” Steve’s saying, “I promise.” 

Dove’s been to the pool a couple of times, but never for long. Last time she’d been in Steve’s arms for the whole session, while you shepherded Beth, and Avery played water games with her Aunt Robin. You’re a little scared to be taking them now with just the two of you, but Steve reassured you that everyone would be perfectly safe in the kids pool under both your supervision and the lifeguards, and you tend to trust his judgement. 

You leave the hotel lobby and step out into the resort’s back, white concrete and bright green sections of grass cut by paths that lead down to the pools and water features. Steve shouts for Avery to stay close, your oldest girl gasping with excitement as you draw near the pool and families already swimming in the sun. Her flip-flops slap the ground. 

“Mom, it’s too sunny,” Bethie whines. 

“This is why we all have hats. Do you want a hat?” 

“No.” She frowns. “I can’t see.” 

“You can’t see?” you ask. “I might have something that can help. Let’s just get to some seats and I’ll show you.”  

There are rows of blue plastic chairs and sun loungers outfitted with tables near the kiddie pool, more further down toward the adult pool. Families have already set up in places, but there’s plenty of room for you, your family, and your huge baby bag. 

Steve hoists Dove onto a sun lounger. Avery next, though she stays standing, her excitement catching. A sprinkler shaped like a flower rains generous streams of water down onto a laughing little girl and her mother. Avery watches them over Steve’s shoulder. “Can we swim? Please, dad, I want to go under the sprinkler!”

“Yeah. Let’s take your nice dress off first, sweetheart, put your arms up. Up, up!” 

She holds up her arms for Steve to help her out of her dress. You and Beth take the sunlounger opposite, where she’s quick to climb into your lap, hiding her face from the sun. 

You knew Beth wouldn’t wear a hat. She hates them, just like she hates flip flops, sandals, and any shoes without socks. Luckily she’s fine to go barefoot from here —you begin to untie her laces. “I have something new for us to try. I think you’re gonna love it, but maybe you won’t, I don’t know.” 

“What is it?” 

You unzip the bag and pull out a round blue container. It clicks open, unveiling a toddler-sized pair of sunglasses made of a strange soft plastic. 

“You can match daddy,” you sing-song, attempting to entice her. “And keep your eyes away from the sun.” 

“Will they stay on when I swim?” she asks. 

“Maybe not, but I’ve got you goggles for swimming. Are you ready to swim? Or are we gonna sit here for a bit in the sun?” 

Avery jumps down off of the sunlounger. The skirt of her swimsuit bounces as she runs to you, hands vying for your bag. “Mom, I want goggles too.” 

“I got you some, don’t worry. Let daddy do it. He has to make them smaller on your head.”

Steve outfits Avery in her goggles, and takes Dove’s dress off to leave her in her swimsuit (or scuba suit). Beth doesn’t wanna swim yet, but you take her dress off and begin the long process of covering each child in SPF. 

“There,” you say, wiping a smudge of sunscreen from Avery’s arm down into her hand. “Tada! You’re now safe from the sun.” 

“I love the sun.” 

“I know, but the sun doesn’t love us. It gets too hot.” 

“That’s why we have to drink.” 

“Exactly, baby, exactly.” You frame her face with your hands. “Hey, you look beautiful today. You do! Look at your lovely smile, so pretty, better let me have a little kiss.” 

“Mommy,” she giggles. 

“Just a little one, Avey, just one–” You kiss her cheek twice, one near her nose and the other her ear, before pulling her in for a slightly slimy hug. The sun warms the back of your neck, and her shoulders are warm where your arms slide over them. 

“That was two,” Steve says. 

“You rat,” you say, grinning as he leans down to hug you from behind. 

“Better give me one to make it even,” he says in your ear.

“Don’t think that’s how it works.” 

He gives you a quick kiss. “Hey, Dove! Babe, where are you going?” 

“Swim!” 

“Guess we better get in,” he says, thumb in your shoulder and then suddenly gone as he chases your waddling barely-toddler before she can get too far away. 

“Ready, Beth?” you ask. 

“You’re coming in?” she asks you. 

“Yeah, I’m coming in,” you say, forcing a smile. 

You've had three babies. You know you don’t look like you did when you and Steve first met, don’t look like somebody you’d see on TV or in the background of a Madonna video. He sees you naked all the time and he’s never had any complaints (the opposite, always), but these people aren’t used to you. You have a doughy stomach and the baby weight sticks to your chest and thighs; you’re so worried you’ll be judged for how you look you start to resent yourself for not trying to fix it. 

You pull your dress over your head hesitantly. 

An immediate wolf whistle echoes from the poolside. 

Steve’s ankle deep in the kids shallows, his fingers still in his mouth, the other arm wrapped around Dove. The sun turns his hair a dirty blonde, his mild tan lightened. 

“Steve, don’t,” you scorn, immediately flustered at the attention it draws. 

“That’s my wife,” Steve says to Avery, unaffected. 

You grab Bethie, kiss her under the chin, and try to act like you aren’t embarrassed as you meet them in the water. 

“Well hello, gorgeous,” he says, grabbing for you, not quite reaching. 

The water’s cold. “Stop, Steve.” 

“You’re so beautiful, come here, I need a kiss.” 

“Stop.” 

“Seriously?” he asks. 

You hug Beth. “Maybe one more.” 

“Mom, you’re beautiful!” Avery shouts. 

“Yeah, mom, you’re beautiful,” Beth says. 

Steve smirks from over Dove’s head. “Took the words right out of my mouth.” 

You and Steve kneel in the pool. The water isn’t that deep at its deepest, and the girls can stand without being submerged. Avery and Bethie hold hands under the sprinkler flower to stop from either girl getting lost, while you and Steve watch with Dove held in his arms. “How’s that, Dovey? Are you having fun?” you ask saccharinely. 

Steve sighs. “You really are so, so beautiful.” 

“Daddy’s feeling silly,” you say to Dove, “he doesn’t get it.” 

“I get it.” 

“You don’t think people wonder what you’re doing with me?” you ask, mostly joking, ninety percent as you give your stomach a self-deprecating squeeze. “You look like you're still twenty-two.” 

“No I don’t. I used to have abs.” 

You push through the water to poke his lean stomach. “Feels solid to me,” you say. 

He laughs and pulls away from you. His eyes dart between you and the girls, softened with his laughing, “Get off of me, you rascal.” 

“Rascal?” 

You laugh worse. 

Steve’s predictable. He makes sure Dove is alright floating in the water with his one hand on her back before he leans across to kiss you, a wet hand to your collar, his lips persistent as he pecks you twice, three times. “Love you, pretty girl,” he says. 

You flush with heat from your face to your fingertips. That’s a rare one. “I love you too.” 

[whalesforhands]

kaizen daycare! 5

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“Does everybody have a copy?”

“Yes, (name)-sensei!” A chorus of cute voices answer your call. Loud chattering and shiny eyes all whilst excited stamping of little, socked feet upon the padded floors as they point at the colourful paper.

“I’m gonna ask Nanamin to let me wear my tiger trunks! Gao!” His tiny arms are stretched into the air, fingers splayed out into claws as he roars in attempts to terrorize his blank-faced friend, his blue eyes too mesmerized by the swimming brochure you had handed out to him with a pat to his head and a cooing of his name.

(“I hope you’ll come with your sisters, Megumi-kun. Tsumiki-chan is welcome to join, too!”)

PERMISSION SLIP

Kaizen Daycare will be hosting a swimming class this weekend! Located at the Mei Mei Swimming Centre, we will be teaching essent—

And Megumi decides that he really, really wants to go.

“Noba-chan! We should bring our pool floaties! Then we can play in the water together!”

“I’ll ask my Granny to pack extra strawberries!”

“Nana and I will ask Papa for extra snacks too…!”

(“Senseeiiiiii!” Yuuji clings onto your leg as his hands grip onto your apron. “Can I bring Choso too?!”

“Yuuji-kun, please have your permission slip signed first…!”)

And that’s how you ended up here, squatting down and helping Nobara fix her hair under her swim cap by the side of the children’s pool with her accompanying, feeble grandmother comfortably settled nearby on one of the benches, sipping on a complimentary bottle of tea provided for accompanying parents and simply enjoying the atmosphere of the swimming complex.

(They were the first to arrive.)

“Eh? So (name)-sensei has friends other than Shoko-sensei?” The curious tilt of her head, an innocent finger on her lip as she looks up at you, heart-shaped goggles pulled up to her forehead to reveal just as innocent, questioning brown.

And you feel something in you crack.

You swear you can quite literally feel your spirit leave you, swirling out of your mouth as your eyes blank out, hands frozen midair and the urge to fall onto your knees to lament about your lack of socialization with more people your age on the tip of your tongue as you let her words sink in.

You have friends! Plenty! There’s Shoko, there’s Utahime… Does Yaga count? He might be a touch too old, but you’re on friendly relations with your boss! Even though… You barely see him since he’s taking care of the older kids on another floor. And you have plenty of them online in Jujutsu Kaisen!

Yes, you assure yourself. Your eyes squeezing shut and your biting your lip in nervous contemplation. You have friends, you aren’t alone, you aren’t a NEET, and you’re only slightly addicted to video games! Slightly!

Though, that doesn’t discount the fact that your children already think you’re some sort of lonely shut-in…!

“(name)-sensei has a lot of friends, Nobara-chan!” Your hands clap together as you stand up, slowly leading her away from the edge of the pool as you gently place your palms onto her shoulders. “Am I not friends with your grandmother?”

“Mmm…” She crosses her arms, albeit with a little bit of struggle due to the pink arm-floaties. Her eyes closed as you fix a stray strand of hair on her forehead. Yep, you’ve convinced her. This is definitely enough to—

“Nope!” She pops the ‘p’ at the end.

“Granny says she sees you as her daugt-her!” Her hands are on her hips staring at you as she smiles, patting your arm with an excited hand. “So can you teach me to swimmy now? I wanna get ahead of Yuuji!”

Your eyes swirl with panic, totally defeated as you want to slump onto the ground and curl into a ball and cry. You don’t even notice the way Nobara was hugging against your torso, her face against the swimming cover-up as she wraps her tiny arms around you, your hand instinctively going around her and patting her head as you keep wallowing in your sadness.

“(name)-seennnnnseeiiiii! Nobara wants to swim!”

“Nanamin! Over’ ere!” Loud clattering of sandals against tiled floors, and a jump of a tiny, soft presence into your arms as an excitable, cub-like boy makes himself known, your arm opening and catching the canon-balling child just in time before he hurts himself.

“Let’s swimmmmmm!” He squirms in your hold as your mind still floats away at the thought of being an adult whose children think of you as lonely and incapable of having other adult friends…

“Yuuji.” Calm and authoritative baritone meet your ears. “What did I say about running?”

“Boo… That I shouldn’t do it in areas outside the track field…” You can practically feel his pout as he hides his face inside your coverup with Nobara.

“And what do you have to say for yourself?”

“Yuuji’s sworry…” His apology is muffled into your clothing as you just continue to pat both of their heads, their mumbled conversation with each other not quite floating to your ears. “So can Nobara and I go play by the sprinkly toys? Pleaseee?”

“Yea, yea! Pleaseee? We’ll be back when everyone comes!”

Your eyes snap back to reality by pure professionalism as you glance at the nearby sprinkler play area and a thought flurries back to the awaiting parents behind you.

“You can, but only if you ask your parents, okay?”

And the duo are quick to crawl out of your coverup, eyes pointedly staring up at Yuuji’s guardian first due to his proximity.

Sparkly eyes meet tired, passive almond.

“…yes, you can. But be back when your teacher calls for you.”

“Yay! Now let’s go ask y’er granny! And we won’t run!” And so, they power walked as fast as toddler feet could carry them.

It’s silent, only momentarily when you’re both left alone. Calls of the duo asking for permission from Kugisaki’s grandmother a distance away.

“Nanami-san, you’re really good at handling him.” And you mean it. He was an exemplary caretaker, respectable, responsible and trusted you with his child wholeheartedly. A really nice man.

“It’s no issue at all. I’m just glad he likes you so much.” A shift of his cheekbones, a soft, growing smile on his face with tender eyes. He doesn’t even hesitate to settle down next to you, crossing his legs and making himself comfortable on the ground.

“It’s more of a pleasure to see him be so happy with you.”

Two gazes stare on as you giggle and continue to chat with the taller man, your conversation getting lost on toddler ears as they let themselves get pelted by light showers of water droplets, the plastic, leaf-like gardens of the area providing adequate fun for them.

And the fact that your smiling face was more entertaining for they to watch.

“Wah… (name)-sensei and your daddy look like pretty friends!”

“Mhm! Sensei and Nanamin are super supppeerrr close!” He’s haughty, proud even, as his hands go onto his little hips, face slightly red from accidentally rubberbanding the goggles onto his nose.

“I bet (name)-sensei likes my Nanamin the most!”

“No way! Sensei definitely likes my grand—!”

“Is that so?” A glowering aura of darkness starts to encapsulate behind him, the sheer weight his tone carried capable of making any normal person freeze in place from sheer fear.

Yet, it’s totally ineffective on cute kids.

(“Ah! It’s Sa-chan!” The glowing boy’s face grows even brighter, arms thrusted up to start waving at him.

“Ohhh! The big man that you say teaches you martial arts, right? Cool!”)

“That’s right! And Sa-chan wants to know, Yuuji-kun~ Why don’t cha tell me allllll about how close Nanamin is to the cute sensei?” His tone was not growing with more bite, more venom in them. “I wanna know every little bit, down to the very last— Ow!”

“Stop harassing children, you menace.” A grab, a decisive pull; and Sa-chan’s ear had been captured by a tall, black-haired man’s fingers, the skin growing red under his touch, one arm preoccupied with carrying two children as two more head pop up from behind him.

“Owoww owww! Sugurrruuuu, you’re so mean!”

(“Ah! Gumi, Nanako and Mimiko! Finally, let’s play together!”)

——

[whisper] you: satouuu. (; ; ）

[whisper] satouuu: yeaaaaa?

Your fingers hesitate in their typing, coming to an abrupt stop as they twitch just as you’re about to hit send. Shoko would laugh at you if you ever told her… So your only online friend is the closest, and safest bet, right?

[whisper] you: what do you think about me?

Specifically, you just want to see how you’re perceived. You act about the same offline and online anyway, right? You’re just… A little more forward on the net.

(Surely, you’re likable, right? You’re not that hopeless. At least… You don’t think so.)

You wait in anticipation, cold sweat starting to form on your hands as they clam up, a nervous rumbling of your character-themed cup as you try to down your nerves with another chug of chocolate milk.

This is making you far too nervous for what it actually is.

[whisper] satouuu: hoho? what’s this all of a sudden? (๑･̑◡･̑๑)

Now you wish you could retract every word you ever thought about sharing with this—

[whisper] satouuu: i’ll answer u if u pick up! ✌︎('ω')

(Incoming invite from User satouuu to join a voice-chat room!)

Ahhh…! Sly bastard! It’s too late to back out now, isn’t it? Maybe, just maybe… Some part of you has been anticipating something like this happening.

And so you accept.

Your throat feels dry, feels uneasy and uncertain. Yet, it leaves you before you can even comprehend. Was it nerves that pushed you to do this? A culmination of some odd, built up responsibility? Maybe you just weren’t made for this, maybe you should just quit this game and find a different one to get addicted to—

“…hello…?”

And you’re met with silence.

It makes you uneasy, makes the acid in your stomach feel like it was bubbling up and threatening to vomit out every last bit of your convenience store dinner as you nervously await.

(Do you sound bad or something…?)

“You sound cuter than I thought.” Followed up by a mock sigh of disappointment. “Not a nekama, huh? Pfft, borrrrinnnnggg!” He stops to let out a laugh, a smacking of his tabletop heard as you hear a clink of glass.

And you feel your heart palpitate just that little bit more.

“I’m sorry for being so boring then, you mean jerk.” You’re retorting back, a dumb smile unknowingly making its way onto your cheeks as you begin to… Talk. No longer needing to have the delays of typing in between the both of you.

It feels freeing, feels like a heavy weight has been lifted, feels… Right.

“And you haven’t answered my question yet.”

“Aww~, you’re just as impatient even on voice chat rooms too!” You hear him hum, a quiet drumming of his fingers against his desk.

“But if you sound like this,” He begins, a breath being drawn in. “Then you have nothing to worry about. It’s cute.”

“If you’re gonna joke around—“

“I’m being serious, honey! It really is cute!”

It makes your face burn in absolute shame, as much as you would hate to admit it. Just hearing someone with such an attractive voice has you wanting to choke back a sputter and break into your nervous rambling. It’s been bothering you ever since you heard him, how similar his voice was to a certain neighbour you had, yet how dissimilar it was at the same time.

(There’s no way. Coincidences like that only ever happened in fiction.)

Yet, you can’t help but imagine it all the same. Gojo Satoru calling you cute, his hand on your head or a tap of your nose with his finger as he teases you for being so shy. Or even Geto Suguru smoking next to you, gently grabbing your chin and sharing the smoke of his cigarette with you in the form of a—!

“Hey,” His voice takes a serious tone, drawling out his words in a smooth resonance that sends a shiver down your spine. “Say yes for me.”

(Oh… You would do anything for that voice—! No!)

Your eyebrows furrow only slightly, eyes snapping out of your daydream and eyes concentarted on the way his profile picture lit up when he spoke to notice the little pop-up at the corner of your screen.

“Yes…?”

[Voice activation confirmed.]

A shock of bursting, twirling pink hearts and flurry white laces that intertwine alongside snow white roses overtake your screen as your mouth hangs open in shock.

[Congratulations on your engagement! We wish you happiness with your partner!

Minimum damage will now increase by 20% when forming a party as a couple—]

“What?! You nearly choke on your spit, fingers hurrying to your keyboard to start spamming the backspace key, and every other letter in attempt to— “Cancel! Cancel—!”

[Request denied. Engagement is valid for 30 days, please try to work out your issues together.

Fun Fact: Only 48% of players who become couples choose to stay in their relationships after the valid period.]

“What?!”

“Ehehe.”

previous masterlist next

Notes:

NEET — Not in Education, Employment or Training

nekama — usually a grown man who roleplays with a super sexy/cute female character online.

for EN: Ieiri Shoko’s username is ‘shosei’, literally short for ‘Shoko-sensei’ because she registered the account at work. (For you.)

for JP: Originally meant to be written 所生 (しよせい)- birth place/creation/child

shosei character profile username: shosei level: 79 class: sorcerer notes: looks almost like a carbon copy of the shoko ieiri you know in real life. full courtesy of you, who designed it with her when you begged to play together. she paid actual money to buy you a player-designed accessory once. you never want to have it out of your inventory.

Fact: True love is never easy! Engagement rings are one of the hardest items to obtain in game. Prove that your love can best even the most treacherous bosses on Floor 520, or simply purchase one from the player Market!

(Customization of rings are allowed! Personalise and make your love a unique existence!)

nvy’s aftertalk:

haha nvy ur so funny shosei which means birth place because she’s a doctor who works in a daycare haha funny

[drxmxss]

do yall remember a week or two ago when taeyong liked that cute video of that couple staying up with their baby on reels…and everyone was like aww he wants to be a dad so bad how sweet…(or also that he wants to be pregnant but that’s neither here nor there)

edit: heres the link btw!

https://x.com/taeyongpictures/status/1739896348520980920?s=46

well! imagine you and him have been married over a year now and you start to notice he’s been having a bad case of baby fever.. always tagging you and sending you videos of cute little funny baby videos on tiktok and mommy vlogs saying “wouldn’t you look cute doing this?” and dragging you around the store to look at baby clothes bc how are hats that small!! just gushing and cooing at the itty bitty pink socks with bows and you swear you see a tear in his eye.

obviously you aren’t oblivious to this. you knew having a family was one of his goals, and it was yours too!! but both of you worked and even though he made enough to support the both of you and more, you’d assumed he would wait a while after marrying you, but after he had literally squealed in the middle of the store over a tiny pair of overalls you decided it was time to have the conversation with him again.

“honey…do you want to have a baby?” you ask softly one evening in bed, your arms are wrapped around his waist as you both start to fall asleep. taeyong almost breaks your arms flipping over so fast to look at you with bright wide eyes.

“why? do you? what brought this up? are you thinking about it?” he asks you quickly, hands on your shoulders. you smile softly at him, thinking how cute he looks when he’s so excited about this.

“well anyone would be stupid not to see how badly you do..you almost burst into tears looking at baby clothes and my entire fyp is just babies babies babies from everything you send me. you obviously do.” you say. taeyong frowns now, looking a little guilty “well yeah but..i don’t wanna pressure you if you aren’t ready..”

“Of course I’m ready my love..I just wanted to make sure you were.” you reply, hugging him close.

hearing that made taeyong snap almost instantly. that night he’d made it his mission to cum in you at least 3 times, saying “I don’t care if your birth control doesn’t wear off yet this is practice baby we gotta get ready for the real thing.” right after he makes a calendar marking the days of when you would be ovulating next.

“the real thing” turned into a big event for the two of you. you thought his baby fever would settle a but after telling him you were ready to start a family, but if anything it made it crazier. everyday he made sure to bend you over anywhere and everywhere to take him raw, at the blink of an eye he was ready and it always made you feel so special that he was that excited to breed you :(( he’d love how compliant you are and loves to just fill you up all day everyday. the thought of you round with his babies just sets something feral off in him.

and now instead of just looking at the baby clothes he was buying them by the rack not even bothering to care about the gender. “maybe we’ll get lucky and you’ll have twins.” he’d tell you. everyday a package came with a new pair of booties. “im not even pregnant yet taeyong!” you say, opening another box to reveal another pair of footie pajamas the perfect size for a newborn.

“i know but isn’t it the cutest thing baby?” taeyong coos, folding the pajamas neatly and storing them in the already too full closet in your shared bedroom.

one night, while he’s scrubbing your skin softly in the bath after yet another attempt he whispers “i think this time worked darling..i feel it..”and the thought alone makes you beam, his fever starting to rub off on you more and more. “i think so too my love..” you mumble back, admiring the way the water and his arms feel around you.

a few weeks later, you start to feel a bit ill and decide to take taeyong with you to the doctors office, a positive pregnancy result makes the both of you giddy, all smiles and kisses in the little observation room.

“by the way” the doctor says, flipping a few pages on the chart, “it looks like it’s twins!congratulations!”

you have to catch taeyong before he falls to the floor, but the excitement doesn’t falter still.

[t-a-k-a-k-o]

Heyyy can I ask for weight loss tips ?

Yeah! I have a few but idk if they work, it's just a couple things I have done, so yeah (⁠✿⁠^⁠‿⁠^⁠)

Log ur food BEFORE eating, it is easier to stick by that way

Walking is SO much better than running, it's low impact (so it's easier for injured ppl :D) and u can keep it up much longer than a run

A brisk walk can burn more than a run, my favorite (on a treadmill) is ~4.0 mph (~6.4 km/h), it is pretty easy to stick to, you work up a light sweat, and it burns abt 250 cal per hour

Take SMALL sips of water between each bite of food, like hold a cup with a straw, take a bite with one hand and sip with the other, if it's in ur hand (or at the edge of the table) it makes it easier, at first I would take like gulps but even just enough to wet ur tongue works

Portion ur snacks, if u have a big bag of like veggie chips portion it into the recommended serving size or whatever amount u want, otherwise u might eat more and it's harder to control urself, if it's in containers or little bags whatever, just portion

Eat ur healthy food first, if u have a balanced meal eat ur vegetables and fruit first, then move up for calories, so eat ur food lowest cal to highest bc u might get full from the lower cal stuff first, save some fruit for the end of ur meal tho so ur mouth feels clean and the reason why ppl eat dessert/crave sweetness after eating is because their body is craving fruit to aid digestion

Try little workout apps (yk the stupid ones like "lose weight in 30 days) it may not be much but it gets u to burn a few extra calories in a short time if ur busy, they are fairly easy and beginner friendly, and depending on which one u can actually feel them work if u want to burn more than just a bit, it also holds u accountable

Adjust ur calorie limit by weight, if u lose like 10 lbs (4.5 kg) u can't consume the same amount of calories bc ur maintenance amount is lower now and u will plateau

I recently started this, but have a weight tracker on ur body, I have a chain that I put on like permanent jewelry around my waist, it's like African waist beads or I think in Latin America they use like a string, it makes it so if u don't know when to stop eating it will tell u by the way ur stomach expands

DRINK DRINK DRINK WATER, I try to drink at LEAST a US gallon (~4 l) every day

OMAD is one of the BEST things if u live with family, skip ur insignificant meals and the one ur family most often sits together/finds "important" is the one u eat

If ur at home and ur craving food, take a shower, take a shower, take a couple hours for self care, pamper ur skin a bit, by the time ur done u will feel fresh and the craving will probably be gone

Try to not "give up" like if u have eaten like crap and u want a cookie try to not be like "oh well I'm doing bad enough today anyway" personally that just leads to more guilt and purg1ng

Ok this one may sound a bit weird, but gaslight urself, after eating some and the feeling in ur stomach changes be like "omg I'm so full" and keep saying it aloud, and if u eat more u will lowkey be shamed by others bc they will say stuff like "I thought u were full", gaslight urself into being like "I don't feel hungry" I do those two a lot but, gaslight urself into liking things, disliking things, putting in effort, etc.

This one rly made me work out, if I am laying in bed and I am a bit (even just a teeny TINY bit) restless I tell myself "if I'm just gonna scroll [Tumblr] I might as well walk while I do it" and then I consciously get up, walk into my basement, and on this treadmill we got (it was free from a friend and the middle is broken but it functions enough, and it's still snowing where I live), it doesn't matter what u wear, as long as u can make urself get up u and exercise it's a win (esp with depression lol), I have worked out in nice little workout clothes to rly give the vibes but I have also worked out in pajamas, my 16 km walk for my birthday I did on the treadmill in fluffy socks (I got rly bad blisters so I don't recommend it but it turned out fine, I was planning on a short little walk but it just extended a whole lot) just getting urself up is a win so whatever it takes, do it

If u have workout equipment at home, u don't have to raw dog it, listen to music, read a book, scroll on Tumblr, etc. no one says u can't

In my experience eating even a bit during a fast just leads into temptation, I do better when I don't eat at all than eating a bit bc after I eat a bit I see how hungry I am

That was a lot but those r the ones I can think of off the top of my head, if I remember more I can post more if u want, but yk what? Don't feel bad, ik it sounds stupid but it rly is the best thing u can do, if u binge move on, it's in the past, if u r not able to get up and exercise that's ok, just by being ur beautiful self u burn calories, if ur exhausted and u need something to run on eat a snack, it's better to be able to keep going than drown

I don't know if anyone will rly make it all the way down here but I just want u all to know u r loved by sooo many ppl no matter what u look like, every single one of u are art and art is in the eye of the beholder, I hope ur fast goes easy and u lose a kilo before u step on a scale again

Ily all and stay safe ♡♡♡

[serpentthecrow]

Sleepy time with the crows

the crows(separately) x reader🖤

Summary: just some fluffy headcannons with our favourite gangsters

Warnings : big fluff, cursing, plushies

A/n: wrote this instead of a Jesper confession fic that got deleted. I also included the plushies each of them have, so enjoy!

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Kaz:

One might assume there will not be much to say, it's not true however

If Kaz finds u trustworthy enough to even sleep in the same room with you, consider urself lucky af

Kaz doesn't really sleep much, just for a couple hours, it's assumably another trick of his, how he wakes up

When he ACTUALLY needs sleep, he drinks Camomile tea

I picture Kaz's bedside table is actually a stack of books, and there are several more stacks on the other side of the bed, so he reads quite often

He's genuinely scared to fall asleep due to his nightmares sometimes

After getting comfortable with you, he will slowly inch by inch move your beds closed to eachother everyday, until you notice

Whispers 'fuck u ' to the moon when it shines in his window

Just lays flat on his back and sleeps (how?)

Secretly has a crow plushie he got from Jesper under his bed

Jesper

The biggest cuddle bear ever

He will wrap you up with his arms and legs like a rope, and will not let go even under the use of a fucking crowbar

It's his routine to kiss his revolvers good-night before going to bed

Not before checking himself out in the mirror to look good and ready for a night intruder

REFUSES to buy a bit bigger bed, no matter if your savings could buy a bed that even majesty King Nikolai.*million titles*.. could hardly afford

The secret meaning is that Jes doesn't want you escaping from him to the other side of the big mattress

He'd rather fall off the little cot you have

Forgets to take off his rings

HAS a goat plushie

Inej

Inej is pretty straightforward- lay down, sleep if you can

challenge: try not to stab urself in the eye by the knife she has under her pillow while turning in ur sleep

Could use some protective cuddles if she trusts u

Prays before going to sleep

Bed time= heaven time. Main reason?she lets her hair down when going to sleep

Be prepared to do some careful and slow comforting for her at 1am

U will get urself stabbed if Ur not careful

Light sleeper, can be out like a light tho, after a whole day of climbing roofs

Fuzzy socks.

Has a teddy bear

Nina

U won't fall asleep with her. I swear

Is the type of person to talk and talk and talk about random things for hours

And when u think she's already asleep, ur suddenly hear "I would never kiss a dude who eats dogs"

Eats a ton of food before bed

*cough*like me*cough*

Loves bedtime stories and singing lullabies in Ravkan- recieving or giving, doesn't matter to her

Back tracing

Has an assortment of plushies all around her side of the bed and if one is missing, she will start a war

Sleeps on her stomach

Or on u

Sleeps naked by choice

Cuddly little witch

Matthias

Wrapped around u for 'protective' reasons

Tells u stories, myths and traditional legends from Fierda

Also prays to Djel, even tho he wipes his hands after finishing and exclaims he doesn't have to really

Drinks weird amount of water

Sometimes lays in bed with shoes on - sinner

Never saw a book in his life

Normal duvets? What is that? Did I hear fur?

Wake him up. I dare you. Try it.

Extra vulnerable before bed

Don't make him sad at the time pls

LOVES when it rains at night (I think they all love that, except ONE)

Owns a tiny white wolf plushie, it's under his pillow if u wanna know.

Wylan

Certified cutie

The adorable matching pijama sets he wears

Will probably draw.

No need to say he won't read before bed

The little spoon

Warm milk with honey melted in it is his to go drink for bed(try it, knocks u out)

The bed hair(not so different from his normal hair lol)

Has a dinamite plushie he sleeps with all the time

Is the one who doesn't like when it rains, because what If the rain turns into a thunderstorm?

ABSOLUTELY HATES THUNDERSTORMS

They scare the shit outta him

The sleepy mumbles... Help

whispers good night back and forth with u until one of u fall asleep

fluffy and smol bean

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A/n: Ahh turned out better then I first thought. Lemme know what u think! If you'd like to requests something, my requests are open, please read my pinned post before requesting, there you'll find rules but also the fandoms I write for ❤️❤️

[sicktember]

While waiting for the Sicktember 2024, June 15th reveal, check out these past prompts and collections for inspiration!

Sicktember 2023 - 2021 Past Prompts and Collections

💚2023 💚

[AO3 Collection]

Prompts List ⬇

1. Hopelessly Bad at Self-Care

2. Quest for a Cure

3. “What happened to your phenomenal immune system, huh?”

4. Hiding an Illness

5. Preventative Measures (Not Taken)

6. Sick and Injured

7. “You’re a Jerk When You’re Sick”

8. Persistent Fever

9. White Coat Syndrome

10. “The only place we’re going is to the pharmacy”

11. Beginner’s Guide to Faking Sick

12. Old Wives Tale

13. Anxious Stomach

14. ‘‘I shouldn’t be worried about you, but for some reason I am’’

15. Sick in an Inconvenient Place

16. Consulting the Internet/Web MD

17. Magical Remedy/Healing Potion

18. “Wear Your Coat, You’ll Catch a Cold”

19. Curled Up With a Pet

20. Cramping Pain

21. “But if you stay, you’ll get sick too”

22. Terms of Endearment/Nicknames

23. Coughing Fit

24. “Did you just sneeze?”

25. Confused/Disoriented

26. Pink Eye/Conjunctivitis

27. Uncooperative Patient

28. “I should have stayed home”

29. Side Effects/Adverse Reaction

30. Patient 0

2023 Alternate Prompts

Alt. 1.“I Could Really Use a Hug Right About Now”

Alt. 2. Fuzzy Socks

Alt. 3. Pounding Headache

Alt. 4. Forehead Kisses

Alt. 5. “I’m so sorry”

💚2022💚

[AO3 Collection]

Prompt List ⬇

1. ‘Do You Know How To Take Care of a Sick Person?’

2.  Homesick

3.  Painkillers

4.  Hangover

5.  'Great. Now I Have Your Germs All Over Me.’

6.  Sick on vacation

7.  A cry for attention

8.  Intense coddling

9.  Home remedy

10. Excessive use of tissues/ ‘Blow Your Nose’

11. Emergency Room/ Ambulance

12. Psychogenic Fever/Stress Induced Illness

13. Seasonal/Pet Allergies

14. ‘I Might Be A Teeny Tiny Bit Sick, But It’s Fine.’' 

15. Frostbite/Sunburn

16. Care Package

17. Syncope/Fainting

18. Nausea/Upset Stomach

19. Whining/Crying 

20.  Cold Sweat

21. ‘Does this look infected to you?’

22. Common Cold/Flu

23. Tepid Bath

24. ‘I Need You To Pull Over!’

25. Acid Reflux/Heartburn

26. Tickle in the Throat

27. Sleepless Night/s

28. Chronic Illness

29. Lethargy/Exhaustion

30. ‘Get Back in Bed!’ 

2022 Alternate Prompts:

Alt. 1. Soft Pajamas

Alt. 2. Vapor Rub

Alt. 3. Cuddling on the Couch

Alt. 4. Taking a Sick Day

Alt. 5. ‘Can You Be Brave For Me?’

💚2021💚

[AO3 Collection]

Prompt List ⬇

1. Fever

2. Persistent Cough/Sniffling.

3. Chicken Pox/Rash 

4. Headache/Migraine

5. Comfort Item (Plush/Blanket)

6. Nebulizer

7. Sneaky Temperature Check

8. Contagious

9. I’m Not Sick

10. Medicine/Injection

11. Bed Rest

12. Faking it

13. Appendicitis

14. Aches and Pains

15. Quarantine 

16. Hot Water Bottle

17. Ginger Ale and Crackers

18. Fever Dream/Hysteria

19. Addiction

20. Doctor’s Visit/Check Up

21. Unlikely Caregiver

22. Toothache

23. Ear Infection

24. Sneezing

25. Sick at School/Work

26. Strep Throat/Laryngitis

27. Blankets

28. Missing Out 

29. Motion Sickness

30. Food poisoning/Allergy

2021 Alternative Prompts:

Alt. 1:  Warm Soup

Alt. 2:  Too Many Layers

Alt. 3:  Vitamin C

Alt. 4:  Stay

Alt. 5:  Asleep on the Couch

[joonberriess]

⊹₊ ⋆ “fill me, fill you, I got some love, feel me, feel you, I got some love,”

TAGS — boyfriend!taehyung, domesticity, spoon fuck, porn with tiny to no plot, fluff, ptd las vegas setting <3

WORD COUNT — 2 k

Las Vegas at night is so pretty, you think, the hotel has a beautiful view of the strip below and you like seeing the lights of the cars moving in and out of the streets. You can hear music being played from afar and hear the cheers of drunk people on the street as people go on and live their night life.

The moonlight shines through the glass and pours into the room. It's dimly lit and the room is quiet save for the sounds of people down below and the occasional hotel guest passing by the door. As for you, you're caught up in Taehyung's tight hold as he sleeps behind you pressed closely.

Taehyung had been utterly drained after the concert so the two of you went back to unwind. You both had a nice shower, ate some food, and cuddled whilst watching random Netflix shows. You'd say it was a pretty chill night in.

At some point you both fall asleep huddled close together with Taehyung spooning you from the back. You find comfort in his arms and snuggle closer out of habit. You both joked about how the both of you seem to have separation anxiety. Hence the reason you always sleep close together no matter the place.

You open your bleary eyes at one point in the night. You're confused as to why you woken up but make no move to get out of bed. You couldn't even if you wanted to because Taehyung's got his arms tightly wound around you. You reach over blindly for your phone and check the time.

"Two am?" You mumble, hissing when the brightness of your phone blinds you.

The TV is still on in the background and you're just laying there trying to figure out whether you want to go back to sleep or not. It's hot under the covers and you feel very uncomfortable given that Taehyung's the main source of all this heat. You wiggle away a little, huffing as you shove the comforter down and kick your legs out.

Taehyung grunts in his sleep, arm blindly trying to bring you back in. You lay there relishing in the cool air that feels so good against your hot skin. Maybe it wasn't fair to put the whole blame on Taehyung.. you were wearing his hoodie and warm fuzzy socks (in your defense these socks were extremely soft on your feet).

You manage to stumble out of bed (you don't have a clue how) and do minuscule things like go pee and get a glass of water. You come back minutes later, remote in hand intending to watch a little bit of TV now that you're more awake. Taehyung's awake in bed now too, eyes adjusting to the small amount of light from the TV as he sits there confused.

"Where did you go?" He rasps out.

"Was too hot." You simply reply and climb back into bed with him.

Taehyung flops back down and lays his arm across as he waits for you to get back in his arms. You shuffle closer and curl up against him with your eyes set on the TV. You can tell he's just as awake as you are now, he must have cut off any drowsiness and woken up just now.

You remain in pure silence just watching an episode of the show that's on and Taehyung just resting his eyes as he hums quietly. He gently strokes your back in a comforting manner. He goes from the top of your head all the way down to your back.

Truthfully you don't feel it given that you're in his thick hoodie. His little show of affection doesn't last long because he's letting his hand drop down to your ass. He cups a cheek with his large hand and gives it a gentle but firm squeeze.

"Tae." You mumble and reach back to swat his hand away.

Taehyung gives a closed eye smile as he cheekily runs his fingertip along your thigh. He goes up until his finger slides under the hem of your shorts and circles around the flesh of your ass cheek. You huff softly, giving in because he's probably in one of his moods now.

"I thought you were tired." You softly tease.

Taehyung doesn't answer straight away, he's playing around in there as he gently smacks the palm of his hand on your ass. He likes the feeling of your soft flesh rippling/jiggling in return. You hear him audibly swallow, adams apple bobbing in a way that has you staring.

His touch alone is enough to get you going but the fact that you're both so pressed up together has you weak. You're imagining all the things you could be doing right about now as your panties grow hot and your clit throbs just a little. Him playing with your ass doesn't help either.

"I was," Taehyung finally answers, "but now I'm bored." Code word for: I'm horny now.

You pout to yourself and quietly go back to watching your show. Your silence is taken as a 'go on' on his behalf as he scans your adorable face for any signs of discomfort. Once given a (subtle) green light he goes back to teasing you and just letting his hands run over your body.

Taehyung manages to grip the waistband of your shorts and tug them down. He pats your thigh and you aid him in sliding them off, you're left in your favorite pair of panties—frilly and cute. Taehyung runs his hands up and down your bare thigh, occasionally cupping your ass and giving it a gentle squeeze.

"Fuck," he swore quietly, "you brought them." He mumbled and played with the elastic band of your panties.

"They're comfy." You softly whisper and bury your face deeper into his chest. "Tae... please..?"

"I got you baby." Taehyung gently moves you to the opposite side of him, facing the TV as he slides up behind you.

You feel Taehyung up against your back as he spoons you once more like before. Your breath hitches when he dips his hand into your panties, his cold fingers press up against your soft folds. He runs them up and down, collecting some slick before using that to flick your sensitive clit.

"Ohh.." You moan softly, there's a low squelch in the background as his slippery finger rubs over your clit in quick motions.

Taehyung is breathing a little more shallow against your ear, his fingers move faster along your sensitive pussy. Occasionally he pushes his fingers in but doesn't fuck you with them, instead he pulls them back out and circles the wet digits around your clit.

The slide is so slippery you barely feel much stimulation but the occasional tingle down there. You whine impatiently and push your ass back against his hips, "Stop teasing," you whine.

"Teasing? Just getting you ready for my cock baby." He lowly grunts in your ear.

You bite your lip and reach behind you to stroke over his hard bulge, "I don't need to prep, can take you like that. Want it to hurt a little." You softly breathe out.

“You sure?” Taehyung doesn’t stop his ministrations as he continues to coax more wetness out of you. He’s unsure if he even wants to listen since he doesn’t want you to be hurting the next day. “Just a few more seconds baby,”

You suppress the urge to huff and throw a mini fit, but a part of you knows if you take him like that you won’t be walking at all. Taehyung gently fingers you open, sliding two fingers knuckles deep as he pumps them in and out at a slow pace.

He leans down to spread soft kisses down your neck, sticking to one spot he usually likes to leave his marks on. Your hand shakily slips into his shorts, mouth watering when your hand comes into contact with his throbbing cock. You gently grip him, stroking him slowly since it’s a dry fit.

“Fuck baby,” Taehyung pants as he moves his fingers faster, “eager to get fucked?”

“Please,” you bite your lip and cup his balls, “can’t wait anymore ‘m drippin’ for you..”

Taehyung grunts softly and manages to push his cock out of his boxers, the material sitting just under his balls. He doesn’t bother to fully strip them off and manages to snap your panties to the side where they dig into your fat ass cheek. “Hold yourself open for me,” he breathes out and strokes his cock with a free hand.

You bury your face in the pillow and reach behind you to hold yourself open for him. He curses at the sight of your glistening pussy, hole winking back at him as if it were calling out to him. You feel him moments later pressing into you, cock breaching the rim as he slowly pushes himself in.

Your mouth falls open and no sound escapes you. He’s stuffed deep inside, pussy feeling full and stretched out despite his small prep session. You grip the pillow tightly and squirm just a little as he bottoms out with a wet slap!

“Shit… did so good for me,” he mumbles out and strokes over your thigh idly, “gonna move now okay?”

“P-Please,” you softly moan.

He slowly works his hips back, cock sliding smoothly due to the excess slick your pussy gushed out beforehand. He gripped your hip tightly, holding you steady and firmly whilst he pumped his hips back and forth. Taehyung was softly panting against your ear as he rolled his hips quickly.

“So fucking good,” he moans out quietly, “fuck, you’re so wet for me.” He groans.

There’s an audible wet smacking noise every time he bottoms out inside of you. His balls slap against you in tandem with his thrusts and it makes you mewl quietly. Your toes are curled from how good this angle is, how full you feel. His cock does nothing but make you see stars.

“Taehyung–” you choke up, “r-right there,” you squirm and push back against him to meet his thrusts.

Taehyung hisses softly when your pussy tightens around him, “Shit baby loosen up, can’t move like this.” He said, grinding his hips into you and moving in figure of eights.

You whimper loudly and manage to relax a little so he could move more freely. You’re meeting him thrust for thrust as the bed shuffles with your intense movements. The TV is long forgotten now as soft moans and grunts travel through the now humid room. It stinks like sex and you’re both panting now.

He scoots forward to shove into you hard, hand tightening on your hip as he uses it as leverage. “y/n,” he moans out as his head flops on to the pillow and sighs in pleasure, “oh fuck baby I’m gonna cum.”

“I’m–mmm–close too,” you reach down shakily to rub at your clit in fast circles.

The desperation in your sloppy movements only bring your orgasm closer and closer. It comes barreling into you, your pussy quivers and throbs around his cock. More wetness coats his cock and creates a lewd squelching mess between the two of you. Taehyung’s mouth falls open as he mindlessly ruts into you for a few more minutes.

A guttural groan leaves him, hips stilling as he cums deep inside. His cock throbs for the duration of his orgasm and he’s left shaky and breathing harshly. “Shit,” he sighs, “shit.” Slowly he pulls out of you, watching as his soft cock slips out alongside a string of his cum and your cum.

You pant softly into the pillow, eyes closed and thighs shaky. The room is quiet save for your soft panting and Taehyung’s labored breathing. You both lay there bonelessly, too tired to get up and clean yourselves. The events of the day before catch up and once again you’re both tired out.

“I love you.” He softly speaks into the quiet room.

A tiny smile forms on your lips, “.. I love you too.”

[hauntingcryptids]

Shower Detox

Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary - Eddie and the Reader comfort each other after their time in The Upside Down

Warnings - nonsexual nakedness, mentions of the events of season 4

Word Count - 1149

A/n - Gender Neutral Reader. Not Requested. Just some hurt/comfort and fluff. This can take place after the events of episode 7 or episode 9. I’m just hoping that Eddie doesn’t die in season 4 part 2

I can’t stop thinking about Eddie! I have some ideas that I hope to post, but if you have any ideas or requests just reach out! I hope you enjoy this!

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The remains of the soap slipped down your back. You had been in the shower for a while now, trying desperately to scrub off any evidence of The Upside Down from your body. You probably rubbed parts of your skin raw, but you didn’t want to remember that place. You knew that in the back of your head that doing this wouldn’t get rid of your memories from there, but you could try.

You stayed in the shower for a bit longer, allowing the warm water to crash onto your head and run down your face. It was almost meditative. Something about feeling the water drops run down your body finally allowed you to feel a feeling close to relaxation. But no matter how much you tried to reach a peaceful mindset, an image of The Upside Down would always flash across your mind. 

You hung your head lower and closed your eyes, fully letting the water crash down upon your head. You hoped that the water might take away the countless images that remained in your brain, no matter how foolish that hope probably was. Suddenly you felt two arms curl around your waist and another rush of fear and paranoia ran through your body.

“It’s alright. It’s just me.” Eddie whispered into your neck while keeping his arms firmly around your middle in an attempt to keep you steady on your feet. Of course, he also just needed to hold you.

“Eddie? What are you doing?”

“I missed you. It was too lonely in your room without you there with me.” 

“You’re still wearing your clothes.”

“It’s fine. They need a wash. They reek of … that place.” You winced upon recalling The Upside Down, once again. You were pretty sure Eddie noticed, too. He rubbed his hands up and down your sides as he kissed the space between your shoulder blades.

“Want to stay here with me?” You turned slightly in order to catch a glimpse of the metalhead, who was currently nuzzling into your shoulder. He needed you and you needed him right now.

“Yes, please.” You turned in Eddie’s arms and smiled at him bittersweetly. Eddie returned the same bittersweet smile. You pulled on the bottom hem of his shirt to silently ask if you could help him remove his clothes. Eddie nodded to your request, a tiny smirk sneaking past the sadness heavily written on his face. You removed Eddie’s leather jacket, then peeled his semi wet hellfire club shirt over his head. You bent down to untie Eddie’s shoes and removed them from his feet, along with his socks. Finally, you removed Eddie’s pants and underwear, holding his hand while helping him step out of the clothing. Both of you threw all of Eddie’s Upside Down covered clothes to one side of the tub before you and Eddie shuffled to huddle together under the showerhead.

You brushed away some of Eddie’s now wet hair from his face. You could see in his eyes that he was finally breaking down. First Chrissy died before his eyes. Then he had to run from everyone and to endure being blamed for everything happening with the deaths in the town. Then all of you got trapped in The Upside Down. Eddie didn’t have any time to process these events before, but now he did. 

Eddie’s eyes welled up with tears and his face contorted in pain and fear and sadness before he finally collapsed onto you. You immediately wrapped your arms tightly around him. You tried your best to comfort the person you cared about the most, but you were hurting too. You broke down crying into Eddie’s shoulder and his arms tighten their grip around your torso. 

Neither of you knew how long the two of you stayed holding each other while crying out your frustration and fear, but it was long enough for the water to grow ice cold. The two of you finally parted, but Eddie still needed to shower. You were going to leave the bathtub, but Eddie stopped you before you could.

“Can you stay in the bathroom, at least?” You nodded in silent agreement.

You tiptoed out of the shower and wrapped up in a couple of towels before sitting on the toilet seat. You looked up at Eddie, who left shower curtain open, completely not caring about all of the water that splashed onto the floor. He showered quickly because of the temperature of the water, but covered himself in shampoo and soap, like you had. It was clear that he was trying to scrub away the debris and the memories of The Upside Down.

Eddie shut off the shower and stepped out to the tub, not caring enough to remove his Upside Down covered clothes at this moment. Eddie also didn’t care about a towel as he just walked out of the shower and grabbed your hand to pull you back to your room. Thankfully, your parents were out of town, otherwise they would have protested the two of you walking around naked together, let alone allowing a suspected murderer into your house.

You were pretty dry already, but Eddie insisted on the two of you drying each other. Eddie took one of the towels you had wrapped around yourself and wrapped it around his shoulders. You took another towel and plopped it on his head, causing him to giggle. Eddie grabbed the ends of the towel around your body and insisted that you do the same to his towel. Eddie began to pull the towel back and forth rapidly, like in a cartoon or a movie. You assumed that Eddie was trying to distract you from everything that happened and it was working. You did the same to Eddie, causing him to laugh, too. It was good to hear his laugh again.

When the two of you dried off, Eddie gave you one of his old Corroded Coffin shirts to wear that he had brought with him to your house. Eddie got dressed in a pair of boxer shorts, but chose to stay shirtless.

You and Eddie crawled into your bed and quickly curled up under your blankets. It was warming up now by this time of year in Indiana, but it could still be quite chilly at night. Eddie pulled you tightly against his chest and nuzzled his face into your neck, he loved smelling the mix of your scent and his. It always managed to calm him down. 

You could feel the dampness of Eddie’s hair, but you didn’t care enough about the fact that he was also getting your bed wet to do anything to remove yourself from Eddie’s arms. You just wanted to hold him, and he just wanted to hold you. Eventually, the two of you fell asleep holding onto each other tightly and braving the memories of The Upside Down together.

[gurugirl]

hey babes! i hope this is okay! maybe cop!harry and the reader are in the same area and she’s out with some friends at a bar and he just got off of a late shift and needed a drink (him and his wife are fighting about him wanting a divorce) but he sees y/n in https://pin.it/3VULLvs and he’s a sucker for pleated skirts and pigtails. y/n knew she looked hot and she wore it with confidence. but anyways, y/n is on the dance floor with some friends and they’re just having some fun, when a guy comes up behind her and they start dancing and having fun. ofc harry can’t say or do anything because he’s a familiar face around there. but maybe she goes back to her table for a drink refresher (they’re in the back of the club) and harry follows her. the light setting is dark since it’s a club but harry sets y/n in his lap so she can feel how hard he is. and it doesn’t help that she’s not wearing panties. and he gets super jealous and starts sliding his cock in. her friends come back for a few minutes and chat with her and harry. he stated she was a bit tipsy and couldn’t keep her balance so he was holding onto her to keep her steady. he shifts a few times just to move inside her. and when they finally leave he starts f*cking her. and she tells him to stop bc there are people around. and he’s so condescending about it, but it makes her so wet and he uses that to his advantage. and she locks eyes with someone and cums on the spot. and he can’t stop being condescending about it and saying how she’s a show off, etc. i’m sorry i’m not trying to take over this blurb request lmao

A/n: HI ANON! Once again, obligatory apologies for taking so long to get to this! SORRY! But here it is! Hope you enjoy! 1.5k words

Warning: SMUT - exhibitionism kink (public sex), degradation

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You had moved to London and into a small apartment with Harry that he had begun renting when Gillienne kicked him out. It wasn’t much but it was nice to be with the man you’d fallen in love with. But the big problem was that he was still going through a terrible divorce and you needed to keep your relationship on the down low for a bit longer. Just until things settled with his divorce. He didn’t want to add more fuel to the fire and get into more trouble than he had.

He wasn’t going to lose his job for cheating on his wife or going through a divorce, but it still looked bad and his boss needed the issue to be kept as quiet as possible. So, you two never got to really go out and enjoy your time together as a couple.

But that didn’t mean you couldn’t go out with your friends. Now that you lived in London you got to see your friends regularly again.

And tonight, you were letting loose. Harry had a late shift and you probably wouldn’t see him until the next morning.

Dressed in a cute little plaid skirt and crop top, knee-high socks, and pigtails, you were asking for trouble. You just knew if Harry saw you he’d bend you over his knee and spank you. But maybe part of you hoped he’d see you out with your friends looking adorable and slutty.

The dance floor was packed with sweaty bodies. You were a tiny bit tipsy but you were just having fun. When one of your guy friends came up behind you and started dancing you just lifted your arms and swayed your hips. Everyone was laughing and singing along to the songs playing.

But what you didn’t know was that Harry had finished his shift and he and his co-worker stopped at the bar for a drink after their long day. At that point, the bar was clearing out a bit, but you were still dancing with all your friends. And looking super cute while you did it.

When the bartender shouted ‘last call’ you made a beeline to the bar to get yourself sparkling water to rehydrate and catch your breath. You took a big gulp and gasped at how thirsty you were.

Suddenly a large hand wrapped around your arm and pulled you away from the bar. You shot your head in the direction of the offender and realized it was Harry. He was frowning as he dragged you to a booth table in the corner and pulled you into his lap. He leaned your back into his chest and put his mouth to your ear, “What the fuck are you doing out looking like this, and dancing with other guys, Y/n?” He knew you were with your friends but it still didn’t make him happy to see you with your tiny skirt while another guy danced behind you getting a view of what was his. Sometimes he was a bit too jealous for his own good. But you liked it.

You grinned and turned your face to see the man and you wiggled your bottom over him, “Just having some fun. Those guys are my friends. You don’t need to worry.”

Harry looked around to make sure no one saw you two as he nudged you upward. You looked behind yourself to see that Harry was unbuckling his pants. He pulled at your hips to have you sit back down over him and you could feel his erection laying against your bottom. You were wearing a skimpy thong and your skirt covered up Harry’s lap and what he was about to do.

“I don’t care if they’re your friends. Look at this,” he slid his fingers under the crotch of your panties and lifted his shiny fingers, “you’re all wet, baby. That’s only for me.”

Harry shifted himself and pushed you forward as he dragged the thin cotton material from your panties to the side and pushed his bulbous crown into your wet hole, “Mmm… it’s only yours. You know that,” you moaned as you settled back into his lap fully with his cock inside of you, “I only got wet once I realized you were here anyway. I can’t get wet for anyone but you.”

Harry huffed and began to rock into you. You were slick on his cock as Harry had one hand around your waist, holding your back close to his chest and his other hand he held the back of your neck, “I know. My little slut only gets wet for me…” Harry groaned in your ear and you put your palms flat on the table in front of you as you started to get knocked upward at his thrusts. The dark corner was perfect for what you were doing.

When one of your friends approached after finally spotting you she looked relieved, “There you are! I was so… oh? I uh… sorry!” She hesitated when she realized you were sitting on a cop’s lap. Harry was in full uniform of course.

“She was very tipsy, and couldn’t stand straight. Just trying to keep her from falling,” Harry spits out fast. But your friend gives you both a look that says she’s not quite buying it but she smiles at you as you nod and she leaves you be. All of your friends already knew you were living in London with a cop. They knew the story so there wasn’t any hiding the truth from them. It was clear you were getting fucked (or something close) in the corner of a bar by the cop you’d told them all about.

Harry began to rail into you harder once the coast was clear. Your moans and soppy noises were all covered up by the loud people in the bar and the music in the background. The music had been turned down quite a bit after the last call was done. Harry kept you held close to his body, his arm holding you tight to him, his cock lodging deep into your guts, your pussy making a big mess on the front of his pants.

You roll your eyes to the back of your head when he starts kissing your neck. Soon enough, you two won’t have to act like you’re strangers. You’ll be able to be out in the open, but for now, fucking in dark corners is risky but fun. Probably not wise.

“I’m gonna fill you up so that when you go back to your friends you have to clench to hold it all in. You will only be able to think of me for the rest of the night.”

You reach your hand down under your skirt and begin to rub your clit. Your mouth is hung open at the feel of Harry’s thick cock stuffed so deep inside of you and your fingers running over your clit are also petting over the base of his shaft as he thrusts up into you.

“Can I come too? Please?” You pant out your words and Harry grunts and bites your earlobe.

“Little slut wants to come, does she? Like being fucked in public in front of all your friends? You’re a little showoff aren’t you? Yeah? My little whore wants everyone to see her tiny skirt and wants to come in public?” Harry’s thrusts were harsh and deep. He couldn’t pull out to the tip like he normally would when fucking you because it would be too noticeable. But the way you were being fucked was delicious and lewd and so deep.

“Yes! Please! I’m your whore and I just want to come on your cock,” you turned your face so you could speak toward Harry as he moaned softly and you felt his body tense up behind you.

“Come, then. Get off on my cock like a slut. Fuck!” Harry’s last word was a shout and was rather loud as he began pouring into you.

You felt his cock twitching and releasing inside of your body as you fell apart on him. You bit your lip to keep quiet, your juices gushing out around him and onto the vinyl seat below.

Harry laughed and kissed your neck as he moved you off of him once you stopped clenching and pulsing around him, and he straightened your thong back out to cover your drippy pussy, “Always so messy for me. Since day one. Aren’t you?”

Your chest was still heaving and your cheeks were pink and hot as you nodded at him, “You make me so messy, Officer. I can’t help it.”

Harry looked around again and pulled you back to him by the back of your neck and kissed your lips. When he let go he had a big grin on his face and he shook his head, “That’s right. I make you all messy don’t I? See you soon?” You nodded as he walked toward the bar to pay his tab and you went back to your friends who were waiting for you to finish up whatever it is you and the cop were doing in the dark corner. You and Harry both left the bar at different times with different people even though you were both going back to the same flat. You couldn’t wait to show off your man to the world once everything had settled. But until then, you were satisfied and happy to have him all to yourself.

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A Disagreeable Heat [T] - Tentoo x Rose fic

Summary:

Rose is pregnant and experiencing hot flashes. The Doctor must deal with the consequences of this, in mid-November. “Time was that I’d have to be pressing you to the fridge to get that look from you,” tongue flicking across his lips. “And look where it got me.”

Word count: 1,194

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Notes:

Response to a prompt on a previous account in another fandom: Paraphrasing an Anonymous ask: Every woman experiences hot flashes during her pregnancy at least once. Except things are a bit different for [Rose]; she’s been experiencing them quite frequently and everyone at [home] is dealing with the repercussions. (I just have this image of [her] walking out in nothing but a pair of shorts and an undersized tank top and [the doctor] walking out in a hoodie (with a long sleeved t-shirt underneath) and heavy pajama pants and socks bc she won’t let him turn the heat on

A Disagreeable Heat

Two months, he thinks, has never seemed longer than it does right now. It is November in the London suburbs and winter has truly arrived. Frosty mornings and dark evenings that begin mid-afternoon. Their home is lavish enough thanks to their jobs, and a hand from Pete, that it is perpetually comfortable in its warmth. Yet here he is in fleece pyjama bottoms, sweatshirt and a long sleeved shirt he’s glad Rose didn’t throw out in a fit of homemaking. He’s pondering if the early arrival of their first child would be that bad. Just another two months.

At that moment Rose strides from the living room with purpose, straight to the kitchen fridge for a chilled bottle of water touching it to her chest, releasing a moan the Doctor previously believed only he could provoke. Really, it’s the stuff of dreams. Rose Tyler clad in tiny sleep shorts, showing just enough of her bum to keep his mind occupied with thoughts of taking her back to bed. She’s sporting one of her strappy vest tops, tighter now than ever before as it stretches across her 7 month pregnancy bump and swollen breasts, leaving the bottom half of her stomach bare.

All in all it leaves little to the imagination (not that the Doctor has to imagine). The sheen of perspiration across her chest and brow with the flushed colour of her cheeks - he knows precisely how he wants to warm up.

“Not getting any cooler, huh?” he enquired with a gentle tone. This is the 18th hour of her latest hot flash and he knows she’s reaching the end of her tether with discomfort. 

Rose’s brow raises, mid-gulp of her chilled refreshment and rolls her eyes. Swallowing, she rubs her hand across the exposed portion of her belly before leaning back against the fridge and sighing, eyelids fluttering shut at contact with the cool metal. 

“Time was that I’d have to be pressing you to the fridge to get that look from you,” tongue flicking across his lips. She does look gorgeous, all flushed and heavy with his child, nipples puckering against the overstretched top she wears.

“And look where it got me.” Glancing down to her stomach before appraising the Doctor’s attire, Rose sighs, this time with discontent, “I’m almost sorry, you look cold.”

“Almost?” he asks with a glint in his eye making his way towards her.

Peeling herself from the fridge, Rose meets him halfway by the breakfast bar. With her arms wrapping behind his neck, she drops a kiss to his lips having to fully extend on tip toe to reach around the bump. She affirms, ”Almost.”

The Doctor’s brow raises now. His hands smoothing down her sides, taking in the heat of her taut skin and feeling sympathetic.

“You did knock me up after all. It’s kinda your penance.”

There it is, the humour that she has lost much of through heat induced moods. A smirk playing across her lips as she meets his eyes through feathery lashes and another swig on her bottle. It makes her tilt her head back, exposing her neck and he can’t resist quickly planting a kiss there. She feels hot beneath his lips too, the slight tang of salt left lingering.

“If I do recall - and I tend to remember these things - you were a more than willing participant at the time,” smugness colouring his tone once more, before meeting her eyes. She doesn’t look impressed and her skin feels more like it’s mid-July, “But I am sorry that you’re in this situation,” a hand tightens on her waist, where it used to curl around her but now lies flat beside their growing child, “Rose, if there’s anything I can do, you know I will.”

“Open all the windo-”

“I’m afraid I’ll get hypothermia if we open any more, not to mention the TARDIS. Thermal shock wouldn’t be ideal for her in this growth stage.”

“We can wrap her up. Hell, we can put her down my top,” Rose whines, feeling fully pathetic but more than ready to regulate her own temperature once more.

An idea pops into the former Time Lord’s mind, hoping late night internet research would pay off just one of these times. Pulling her a little closer so her belly brushes his lower torso, “What about- don’t you think this is the perfect opportunity for a bath, hmm?” His eyes twinkled with hope.

She can’t think of anything worse, scrunching her nose, “Absolutely not.” Pushing away from him she begins heading back to the bedroom where she was sprawled across the empty bed, “Doctor, I might pass out if I have to smother in warm water with you touching me.”

He sniffs at the insult before trailing behind her belatedly like a puppy, “Oi!”

“Sorry, just, cannot put up with any additional… heat sources, right now.” She turns to face him as she sits on the edge of the bed, placing down her water.

The Doctor nods in understanding and considering carefully before he elaborates. Lingering in the doorway he watches as Rose picks at her top, pinging the overworked fabric against her skin in an attempt to get a draft. 

“Except,” he draws out, “I could run you a nice temperate bath, nothing hot, just the perfect temperature for your body and you can lay there as long as it takes for you to self-regulate again.” That garners a look from her. He knows that look. It’s the look she gives him when he suggests something in bed that she wants to try but also wants to make him squirm a bit first.

“Isn’t that just tempting hypothermia for the baby, submerging my bump in cold water?” Her hands have begun stroking her bump in a much loved subconscious tick she has developed on late. Oh Rose.

This time he can help, he has the answers and he thanks deities real and not, that Google exists. His persistence with researching every single little bit of information has finally paid off.

“You’re in luck,” he moves towards her, “You married yourself a Time Lor-” the look, he’s getting the look now, “A man with an expansive knowledge and some fun genetic additions, which means my tinkering with the hot water system - that you once derided - will come in handy at maintaining a delightful 37 degrees for as long as it takes you to do the same.”

Rose is a little skeptical but he knows he’s onto a winner as she starts getting herself to the edge of the bed to get up. Before he can move to offer his hand she’s up and peeling the skin tight top over her head.

She shoots him a determined look, hair falling everywhere while the vest hits the floor, “I knew the gold digging would pay off,” a bright smile, the first he’s seen in days, “Get the bath running then!”

The Doctor hops to it, happy that he may finally have a solution for his wife’s discomfort. As he crosses into the bathroom, he swears he hears the breathless addition of the words, “Sugar daddy.”

He’s so onto a winner.

[barry-j-blupjeans]

44 with blupjeans

44. Washing their hair for them when they can't.

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"This sucks," Lup said. Barry made a little "mh-hm" of agreement and raised one of his arms to wipe water from his face.

It was warm enough in here that he had begun to sweat, which was probably the opposite of what he wanted to happen in a shower. But Lup wanted him here so he'd be damned if he didn't even try. Technically, he wasn't in the shower. He was standing against the wall, wedged between the shower curtain. Lup was standing directly in front of him as he scrubbed conditioner into her hair.

He probably should have taken off his shirt, at least. That would have been a smart idea.

"Not you, babe," Lup said.

"Of course," Barry said.

"But like- the situation sucks," she said. "I wanna do my hair and not feel weird about it."

"I get it," Barry said.

Stepping into a regrown version of your body was… an experience, to say the least. It came with some new, unwelcome discomforts. When he was on his own, he had been able to power through for the most part. There was a time on his… fourth? Fifth? body that the sensation of brushing his teeth made him so uncomfortable that he didn't brush them until he died again. And not to mention the idea of wearing socks with his third body. Barry was fine with them now but even recalling it shook him up.

They had tried to plan around the random things that Lup might be uncomfortable with for a while, but it was hard to figure out until they truly knew what was going to happen. It didn't help that half the time they couldn't tell if it was a weird new body thing or a "Lup has not had flesh in ten years" thing.

The past few weeks had been full of experiments and tests to figure out accommodations for the weird little things. They bought new blankets because the ones that they had were too suffocating for Lup to use. He managed to find a sponge that didn't give Lup goosebumps if she had to wash the dishes. They were getting very good at keeping Magnus's tiny dog out of Lup's way because the feeling of her nose rubbed Lup wrong in a very bad way.

They were still having a rough patch with the shower stuff. He felt like they had gone through all the hair care companies on Faerûn to find one that felt okay, but they had quickly run out of options. For now, they had to settle with Barry helping her with hair care because the texture of the condition and shampoo on her hands made her feel sick. Thankfully, her hair was okay. Barry wasn't even going to pretend he knew how it worked anymore.

He leaned back, observing Lup's hair. Barry had never really had hair this long (or this curly) but his muscle memory still seemed pretty intact for what he needed to do. That was one thing he got to keep, at least.

Nope. No. Now was not the time for that train of thought.

"Let it soak for a bit," Barry said, shaking his hands off. Lup glanced over her shoulder at him, smiling.

Gods, he loved her.

She turned her body a bit more towards him, tugging on the collar of his shirt to bring him back in. Barry laughed, meeting her halfway for a kiss. His glasses had started to steam up by the time he pulled away.

"Thank you," Lup said.

"For- for the kiss, or the ha-?"

"Both," Lup said.

"Well," Barry said. "Anything for my wife."

Lup managed to smile a little wider. Barry felt a little stupid, in a good way.

"Love you," she said.

"Love you, too," he said. "Can I, uh, can I take off my shirt? I am getting... very damp."

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WIP poll

hiiii everyone! long time no see. what's new? how is 2024 going for everyone so far?

sooo I've been writing again, but I have too many different WIPs. whenever I think of a new idea, or get a new request, I open and start a new document but I have a hard time finishing the story lol. I just counted my documents and I have…a lot. I need help deciding what to finish first. I stopped after 12 for the poll but I have so many more 😭😭😭

anyway, here are the WIPs, please vote and help me choose which one to finish first??

1. The Cottage. OT6→OT7, AU. Taehyung sickfic/cursefic (plus some sick Jimin and Yoongi, tiny bit of sick Namjoon, tiny bit of allergic Seokjin, tiny bit of hurt Hoseok, and then a spoiler but just think about what my favorite thing to write is 😂) Current word count: 3,277

Witch Healer Jungkook lives alone in his cottage in the woods. One day 6 strangers come into his woods seeking help for one of them who has been cursed.  

2. Untitled. Hoseok sickfic. Current word count: 0

Hoseok has a sinus infection (request)

3. Long Sickfic. Poly/OT7, AU. Jungkook sickfic (plus some sick Jimin and sick Taehyung) Current word count: 10,383

Jungkook has the stomach flu. When he’s recovering, Jimin catches a cold, and Taehyung and Jungkook both catch it from him. And then Jungkook develops a sinus infection. Sorry, Jungkook.

4. Grand Canyon. Poly/OT7, AU. Jungkook sickfic. Current word count: 1,693

Seven boyfriends go on an American-style road trip to the Grand Canyon. It’s not a perfect trip; Jungkook is coming down with a cold, Hoseok is so terrified of heights that looking at pictures of the giant landmark is making him anxious, and Taehyung feels carsick the minute they step foot inside their rented RV. But they’re together, and that’s all that really matters. 

5. Jungkook the Sneezy Vampire. Poly/OT7, AU. Jungkook snzfic. Current word count: 1,313

Fledgling vampire Jungkook is always sneezy

6. 5 Times Jungkook Wanted Tummy Rubs + 1 Time He Didn’t. Sick Jungkook. Current word count: 96

Jungkook gets tummy rubs through different illnesses. The outline is: common cold, exhaustion, strep throat, flu, ear infection, stomach bug.

7. Hide the Kitten From Hyungs. Allergic Jimin. Current word count: 117

The maknae line finds a stray kitten and they want to rescue it. The only problem is…Jimin is allergic to cats.

8. Pop of Color. Jungkook/Jimin college AU. Sick Jungkook. Current word count: 14,185

The first time Jimin meets Jeon Jungkook, the younger man is wearing a solid black cropped hoodie, a black skirt that falls just above his knees, and black combat boots with black knee-high socks. His hair is parted down the middle and wavy, and Jimin can tell it’s a natural wave because one side curls up more at the ends than the other side and there’s the slightest bit of frizz all over. 

The second time Jimin sees Jungkook, he’s wearing a black sleeveless cropped top, black high-waisted skinny jeans with rips all up and down the thighs, and those same black combat boots. Apparently, he has a thing for wearing all black and for showing off a little bit of his stomach and apparently, the all-black-thing and the peek of tummy are kind of doing things for Jimin.

The third time Jungkook comes over, Jimin doesn’t pay any attention to what clothes Jungkook is wearing, but he does pay attention to the fact that whatever he has on is absolutely soaking wet with rainwater.

“Jungkook!” He gasps, tugging Jungkook into the entryway by his sleeve so he can hurry and close the door behind him. He can hear the wind whipping angrily against the door after it’s closed, and Jungkook shivers hard, drops of water flying in all directions. “Goodness, you’re soaked! You’ll catch a cold!”  

9. Mother Hen. Poly/OT7 AU. Sick Jungkook. Current word count: 1,803

Yoongi gets a little protective when his Jungkookie gets sick.

10. Photoshoot. Sick Jimin. Current word count: 796

Jimin is sick during a shoot and the others take care of him (request)

11. Wrong House, Bro. Taehyung/Jungkook AU. Sick Jungkook. Current word count: 314

A drunk man is trying to break into Taehyung’s apartment.

12. Taehyung the Friendly Ghost. Jungkook/Taehyung/Jimin AU. Sick Jungkook. Current word count: 4,853

Jungkook moves into a new house that’s always freezing cold. Oh, and a ghost supposedly lives there, too.

[simpforfandom231]

beach day PT1

The sun painted the sky with hues of orange and pink as Lucy Gray Baird stood at the edge of the beach, her eyes wide with wonder. For a girl who had never left District 12 except for the grim arena of the Hunger Games, the sight of the vast expanse of the sea was a revelation. The Covey, including Lucy's devoted lover Y/N, had decided to take a vacation at the beach, and Lucy was like a child seeing the world for the first time.

The Southern belle with a fierce charm, was now a wide-eyed innocent. Y/N couldn't help but tease her a bit, knowing how tough and formidable Lucy could be. "Well, well, Lucy Gray Baird, looks like the big, bad Covey girl is a bit out of her element," Y/N chuckled, playfully nudging her lover.

Lucy shot a glare at Y/N but couldn't hide the smile playing on her lips. "Just wait till I build a sandcastle that puts all these fancy Capitol folks to shame," she retorted, the snarky charm still intact.

Lucy, having shed her shoes and socks, felt the sand beneath her toes for the first time. "Feels like a million tiny tributes giving me a foot massage," she joked, wiggling her toes and earning a round of laughter from the Covey.

Maud Ivory, still bubbling with excitement, grabbed Lucy's hand and dragged her towards the water. "Come on, Lucy Gray! Let's make the biggest sandcastle ever!"

Lucy followed, a mischievous glint in her eye. "I hope you're ready for some serious District 12 architecture, Maudie. Capitol's got nothing on us."

As the Covey settled on the beach, Y/N took a moment to appreciate the sheer joy on Lucy's face. "I never thought I'd see the day when Lucy Gray Baird becomes a beach bum," Y/N remarked, earning an indignant look from Lucy.

"I'm a Covey girl, Y/N. We adapt to any terrain. Besides, it's not every day you get to dip your toes in the sea without someone trying to kill you," Lucy quipped, and the Covey erupted in laughter.

The sandcastle construction began with Maude Ivory leading the charge, and Lucy providing her "expert" advice on the architecture. "That turret needs to be at least twice as high, Maudie. We want those Capitol folks to feel inadequate when they see it," Lucy instructed, earning an amused glance from Y/N.

As the sandcastle took shape, Lucy couldn't resist sneaking up on Y/N and burying her in the sand. "Consider this a warning to all who dare challenge the sandcastle queen," she declared, a mischievous twinkle in her eyes.

Y/N emerged from the sand, brushing it off with a mock glare. "You've just declared war, Baird. The sand is my ally now."

The day rolled on with laughter, games, and the occasional dive into the refreshing waves. Lucy, ever the entertainer, had the Covey in splits with her anecdotes from District 12 and her unique take on Capitol fashion. "I once saw a Capitol lady wearing a hat so big, she needed a map to navigate through doorways. I thought she was auditioning for the role of a mobile garden," Lucy quipped, and the Covey burst into laughter.

As the sun began its descent, Lucy and Maude Ivory decided to venture further into the sea. The waves playfully lapped at their legs, and Lucy couldn't help but feel a sense of freedom she'd never experienced before.

Then came the infamous twig incident. As Lucy let out a scream that could rival a Jabberjay's cry, Y/N sprinted to her side. "What happened? Are you okay?" Y/N asked, scanning the water for any sign of danger.

Lucy, holding the innocent twig like a trophy, retorted, "It was a sneak attack, Y/N! I've never faced such a formidable opponent."

The Covey erupted into laughter. Y/N, shaking her head, couldn't help but marvel at Lucy's ability to turn the simplest moments into a grand adventure.

The day concluded with the Covey gathered around a bonfire, the flames casting a warm glow on their faces. Lucy, wrapped in a cozy blanket, leaned into Y/N. "Who knew the beach could be so much fun?" she mused, her eyes reflecting the flickering fire.

Y/N planted a soft kiss on Lucy's forehead. "With you, Lucy Gray Baird, every day is an adventure."

And as the laughter continued into the night, echoing along the shore, Y/N couldn't help but be grateful for the unexpected joy that Lucy had brought into her life. A fierce girl from District 12, now the heart of their Covey family's seaside escapade.

The bonfire crackled and danced as Lucy Gray Baird snuggled into Y/N's side, the warmth of the flames casting a soft glow on their faces. Tamp Amber, always the mischievous one, couldn't resist a chance to tease Lucy. "Look at our fierce District 12 girl turning into a softie. Who would've thought?" he chuckled, earning an annoyed glance from Lucy.

Lucy shot back, "Watch it, Tamp. You've seen what I can do with a bow. Don't make me use it for target practice on your big mouth."

The Covey erupted into laughter, enjoying the banter. However, Tamp Amber, known for pushing boundaries, continued to poke at Lucy. "Come on, Lucy. We all know you're all bark and no bite. Probably scared of a little twig in the sea," he goaded, a sly grin on his face.

Lucy, now fully irritated, shot up from her spot. "You've got a death wish, Tamp. Keep it up, and I'll make sure your next visit to the sea involves a swim with the real monsters."

Tamp Amber, unfazed, retorted, "I'd like to see you try, District 12."

The playful banter escalated into a full-blown argument. Snarky comments were exchanged like arrows in a heated battle, and before anyone could react, Lucy and Tamp Amber were in a physical altercation.

Y/N, frustrated with the unnecessary drama, jumped to her feet. "Enough, you two!" she shouted, her voice cutting through the night air. But Lucy, fueled by her fiery spirit, stormed off the beach towards their cabin a bit further away.

Tamp Amber, still smirking, couldn't resist taking another jab. "Looks like Lucy's finally showing her true colors. A softie can't handle a little rough play."

Y/N's patience snapped. In a swift motion, her fist connected with Tamp Amber's face, silencing him instantly. The Covey, stunned by the sudden turn of events, watched as Y/N stood over Tamp Amber with a glare that could rival the Capitol's Peacekeepers.

"Don't you dare disrespect Lucy like that again," Y/N warned, her voice low and dangerous.

The rest of the Covey rushed in, trying to defuse the situation. Maud Ivory, still holding a bucket of seashells from their earlier beachcombing, stepped forward. "Guys, we're here to enjoy our vacation. Let's not ruin it with unnecessary fights."

Y/N, breathing heavily, shot one last glare at Tamp Amber before storming off after Lucy. The Covey exchanged worried glances, realizing that the atmosphere had shifted from playful banter to tension.

In their cabin, Lucy paced back and forth, frustration etched on her face. Y/N entered, closing the door behind her. "Lucy, you know he's just trying to get under your skin. Don't let him ruin our vacation," Y/N pleaded, reaching out to touch Lucy's arm.

Lucy sighed, her anger subsiding in the warmth of Y/N's touch. "I know, Y/N. But sometimes, that boy just knows how to push all the wrong buttons."

Y/N pulled Lucy into a comforting hug, murmuring words of reassurance. Meanwhile, back on the beach, the Covey gathered to discuss how they could salvage the remainder of their vacation, vowing to put an end to unnecessary conflicts and focus on creating lasting memories by the sea.

[snakes-and-fluff]

Project Voltage Mikus ranked by my personal taste from most to least favourite:

-Ghost. Glitchy ghost Miku. GLITCHY GHOST MIKU!! When I saw this one I gasped, it's so so good That fact that her tie is a little glowing ghost-wisp? The muted and simplistic colour palette? The "01" badge being a wisp floating next to her arm? I cannot stop screaming about it. It's. Perfect.

-Ground. Honestly it doesn't really look like Miku but I don't care it's a baller design and I love it, it was made to appeal directly to me with the adventuring themes and the tattered cloak. Her hair does remind me of thorns more than ground tbh but she still deserves her spot here

-Fighting. Of course she's paired with Sirfetch'd for the leek! I had no idea what direction Fighting-type was gonna be and while I am a little sad we don't get ripped Miku I can't deny that this design is great! The dark brown accents really help make the rest of the outfit pop and her hair is leeks you can't get much more on-brand for Miku than this

-Dragon. The mini-cloak worn over one shoulder, the claw hairclips, the sword that doubles as a mic?? Fantastic. I also think this is the design that fits her partner Pokémon best - she really does embody Miraidon

-Fire. This one is fun! Her hair is insane and I'm not entirely sure what's going on with those leggings (are those just patches of bare skin? how would you even wear those), but I love her eyes and her jacket. This is the one I want most as a module in a Project Diva game

-Psychic. I love it so much, she's so cute! It's a pretty understated design but I feel like it really works, ya know?

-Ice. I really, really like this one... mostly. The bright green gloves take a bit of the appeal away imo - on her eyes and earrings and tiny dots throughout her outfit the green accent colour is fine but the gloves take up too much space to be fully green. Her ice-heels are incredible though, no notes

-Steel. I don't what I expected for Steel-type, but it certainly wasn't a samurai! A pokéflute being worn as a sword?? Inspired. Her hat looks like it can double as a cymbal in case she needs to make some impromptu music

-Bug. Tiny little Miku! The bangs over her front resembling antennae and the multiple wing motifs on her outfit are next-level adorable. She fits in the palm of my hand

-Dark. I love her umbrella-mic, 20/10 that's the best accessory of the lot easily. And I like the rest of the outfit , but I don't like what they did with the pigtails - I understand that one's crescent-moon shaped but the fact that they are so wildly different in length and volume is really throwing me off

-Flying. This is the epitome of a Flying-type trainer's design. She's soft and flowy and looks like she belongs in the clouds. I don't know what's up with that single dark blue glove though

-Normal. The vibes are impeccable; she's just having a chill time. I really like all the colours that are going on and can rest easy knowing that this Miku definitely smokes weed

-Fairy. This one is very, very close to overtaking Normal but the face keeps throwing me off. Her skirt is very cute and I love her puffy socks. I get what they were trying to do with the hair but it just looks like she got strawberry bubblegum stuck in there

-Water. I like that the pigtails join together at the end - absolutely insane design, 10/10 - but it just. Doesn't look like Miku. I can certainly believe this as a water trainer design in one of the games tho

-Electric. You just took a regular electric trainer, gave her pigtails and called her Miku. It's an okay design overall, even if I feel like it's more on the bland side

-Grass. I flip-flop on this one, but my feelings are generally neutral. It doesn't really look like Miku imo but it does kinda look like Miku's cousin so I'll let it slide

-Rock. For one thing, I keep looking at that design and thinking it's ice. And I'm just not a huge fan of the flowy bridal-dress look (I know there's an alternate version and I do prefer that one... but only slightly, so it stays here)

-Poison. The epitome of overdesigned. Also why did you choose mustard yellow accents? On the goggles and gasmask it looks okay but in the hair?? Awful.

DISCLAIMER: this was in progress as the designs were being revealed and after I've had to chance to let my feelings on them digest for a while my opinions might change but this is how I feel about them all currently. Overall, pretty great!

And in case you have no idea what I'm talking about: https://www.serebii.net/music/projectvoltage/

[cryptic-michael]

Michael Emerson 📁

Michael can beat ass on a GameCube. He just can, he's really good at beating Sam at arcade games and home system games.

I just know that man uses chapstick, he just loves this tiny thing of chapstick he uses sometimes. Kiss him and he taste like strawberries.

Sam gave him some glow in the dark stars because he thought Michael would think they're cool, and while he refused to use them on the ceiling, they are around his bed.

Man puts so meny things in his mouth it's unreal. It's wild, he just puts it in his mouth. Hands full? "Sam put it in my mouth" and he'll walk around with a book, a file, a folder, so meny things in his mouth....Yes Lucy yells at him each time for it.

When he was younger, about 10, he had a pet hamster that "Ran away to a new home" and he wouldn't stop crying until he puked....the realty of it was his dad sold it to someone he knew, and Michael wouldn't stop crying.

Said hamster's name was "lord Flufferton" but called "Fluff" for short because it was easier.

Michael was that kid obsessed with dragons and knight books, he'd read all sorts of books with that stuff in them and got into so much trouble reading secretly at night.

Don't let this man near a thing of cassettes he will organize them....or do it's up to you.

Has always wanted his ear pierced but thinks his taste in which earring he had was questionable at best. "Should have gotten a stud like Sam...."

Has picked Sam up while at the lake or beach and hurled him into the water. Has also chunked him onto a couch or bed and chased him around as it's his job as the older sibling.

100% will take the blame for something Sam did only if Sam promices him something in return.

Took the blame for Sam when he accidently broke a vase of Lucy's and Michael got grounded for two weeks...but he got Sam to do all his chores so it was a win-win for those two.

Has a deep unbroken love for 70s colours and patterns and he blames it on his childhood bedroom being the most ugly colours ever but he loved them. Also has a weird love for those ugly green refrigerators and gas stoves he just loves the colours.

Will sit and reminisce about happier moments in his childhood, basking and relaxing in them before a sudden horrible bad memory hits him and he is jerked from it and given a harsh reminder as to why they moved to Santa Carla.

Chews gum a lot helps him think and relax, he can also blow bubbles.

Tried to be a sports kid but all he could manage was soccer and so he got tired of it very fast and tried band, and he's a certified trumpet player and percussion player.

He got put on snar drum a lot because the school was a bit shitty with the band program and just let the kids go wild sometimes.

He was the loveable but annoying as hell Trumpet and worse with the drums.

Can figure out a gutair if you hand him one but doesn't actually know how to play it.

Can't read sheet music, he played everything by ear and it always worked somehow.

Has a weirdly colourful underwear collection, patterns and colours are his thing.

Fluffy socks for when he's freezing to death from winters in Arizona.

He already used to wear sunglasses around the house on ocsssion due to stress induced migraines he'd get so when he started it again Sam didn't think that that much of it but after a while he was suspecting something and concerned.

In school everyone wanted his hair routine, and he lied everytime because his hairs just like that, it just is like that...curly and thick like that, he has no routine he just washes it with some nice shampoo.

Humidity is his enemy, it makes his hair look awful and also it feels horrible.

Thank you for the ask!! Hope you enjoyed this!