#yes he buys groceries and condoms

[kentocalls]

the morning after | ryomen sukuna nsfw. spicy. lots of pet names. oral, p in v. probably ooc cuz i like my men sweet. part 1

he's up before the sun, a tight hold on your form, cheek squished into his shoulder. mind blank, washes the deep blue sky turn orange, your head twitches, tries to shuffle away from the light. that's the moment he allows himself to be free from your warm body. wanders around your bedside, drags the curtains forward until the sun is blocked from annoying your face. pads over to your bathroom, collecting his shoes and belt, he's got plenty on his plate. figures a slice of toast and he's off.

he notices a very captialized 'grocery list' with messy writing before opening the refridgerator to be met with one unopened jar of cherry jam. one smoke and then he's off.

eyes taking in the street you live on, questioning the structural integretiy of your balcony before he spots a 'grocery mart.'

-

your head hurts. no amount of rolling around the bed is going to rid the vibrating pain dancing in your skull. you blink open your eyes and shuffle your body upright. a shower, a nice warm shower and something to settle your gut. you spot two pills and a glass of water next to your charging phone and whoa. late night drunk you is such a smart gal. you thank her for good decisions and promise not to dwell on the rest.

heavy steps to your bathroom and a nice warm stream of water hits your face. his face flashs in your mind, his deep voice "tired?" you groan, the hottest man on earth was in your place and you were too sleepy to do anything. you're not sore, no aches or marks. minus the headache thats fading.

you slip out, dry your skin, use your favorite lotion, wash your face dilgently. and shake your head at your reflection; sighing. "didn't even ask his name!" you have a soft white robe on, know you're low on laundry and head to your kitchen.

and he's still there.

nods at your stool and places a slice of toast and orange juice in front of you. he's on the phone, talking loudly and you're too caught up in the fact that he's still here. take a bite of the bread, a sip of juice. when did you buy this?

"i've got company." hangs up instantly, eyes taking in your very clean face. you look better than earlier. he kinda hates. knows he should leave but there you are with a "thank you, for last night and breakfast."

so polite.

toast hardly counts as food. but your diety habits are not his concern. he nods, another name on his phone screen distracting him. you're not fiddling with your hands, you finish the toast, drink the juice start to clean the plates and inspect the bread. when did you buy this?

"it's been nice." he leans against the counter, sincere with his words. he needed the rest, feels refreshed and ready to haggle at tiny men in suits.

it should be awkward now, as you're supposed to shuffle out of his way and he leaves without looking back but you're frowning. take a step towards him, head slightly tilted up. "you didn't even kiss me."

he chuckles, shaking his head "don't kiss one night stands." keeps the word angel at the tip of his tongue.

"but it's the morning now." you counter, inching forward. tilting your head to the side, confused and hopeful. he isn't sure if you've fully sobered up. the scent of your clean skin close. he's tempted.

you're being bold, moving closer, your robe meeting his very fine silky clothes, his hands find your hips but he doesn't stop you. you're not going to find someone like him again, that's what you say when you push onto your tip-toes inching closer.

his lips brush yours before he's moved away, noses at your neck. "nope." fine, fine, fine. you won't kiss his lips, settle for a his collarbone. he pulls you closer, lifting you up a bit.

sukuna is absolutely sure your countertop cannot support the weight of two people. and he has time, he doesn't need to be at his meetings until noon. you pull him to your bedroom, his eyes on your thighs ; can't wait to bite and grip.

"no kissing, got it. can i leave a mark here? please." your fingers burn at his neck. so fucking polite, has him nodding along, hand already under your loosely tied robe as he takes in your scent.

feels you smile against him, feels your soft lips and wet tongue and teeth grazing. "please fuck me before you go."

yeah, he has time for this.

hands on your bare skin, he kisses down your neck, down your chest, nuzzles as your stomach before continuing down down down and the way your body shudders but he never reaches the destination.

comes right back up, latches onto nipple and sucks, bites, teases. pinches your other breast with his thumb and index finger, alternating until you're begging for more. no matter your babbling he doesn't let up, heat coiling inside you but the man isn't in a hurry. "please," fuck what is his name? you try to remember when he told you, last night, it was sultry the way he said it. "please su...sukuna..."

that has his attention, loves the way it sounds. "already close?" you whine in protest, "what, need you to say what you want." "please touch me, please." you know he already is, but it gets his hands moving to your hips and thighs and his thumb faintly brushes your clit, has you gasping. calling his names, eyes pleading and he likes it.

sukuna wants to hear more, has his lips trailing wet, hot, messy down again until he latches on where you want him and nothing is keeping him away from you now.

and despite all the moaning and gasping you're still polite. still formulating sentences. you don't need to ask him but gosh your voice rings a sinful alarm, "please, can I touch your hair?"

has him silently promising to ruin every other guy for you, kissing your wrist, he places your hand on his head, comes up to adjust an arm around your hips, spreading you open. "you'll be good now right? stay open like this, no pulling."

he's about to lean in but hasn't heard the crescendo of yes falling past your lips so he pauses. your hips try to push up unsuccessfully but that's not enough affirmation. waits for your eyes to land on his, "yes?"

"yes please." "you want this?" "yes yes, please sukuna, want this. please. thank you" so polite, so very polite. he hasn't even started and you're already such a mess. twitching and shaking. tongue laps at your wet heat. so sweet, so warm, so eager.

"perfect."

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first it was his tongue, then a thumb brusing your clit so slowly while he sucked new marks down your chest. and now he has you spreading open on two fingers. insistent you need three to take him, he's not here to hurt you.

you pull at his shirt, need to feel his skin against yours. his tattoos peak out and set another fire in your belly. how the fuck is he so perfect? "can i touch here too please? can i scratch?"

too polite, you're too polite, pushes his skin closer to yours, your hands delicate at first then nails digging deep, dragging him in. pulling him close.

and you're such a good girl, leaving chaste kisses on his jawline, down his neck. not trying to kiss him, not trying to rush him. he can hear his phone ringing the kitchen, falling off the counter and he's not leaving now.

he finally slips in a third, reminds you to breathe, when it's shaky his face finds yours. "too much?"

"it's...ah, it's good. thank you." and if he kisses the corner of your mouth it's cuz he's pulling you higher, adjusts your position. it's not on purpose. he doesn't need to know how soft your lips are.

now with three he moves even slower, the stretch burns and he's so fucking deep. your fingers are never going to reach this far. you moan into his neck, scratch down his back, your hips bucking up. but the pace is still slow, you can feel his heat on your leg. why the fuck does he have such good control?

"now? please, i-ah, i-'m so..." wet, messy, ready. he curls his fingers up, brushing purposefuly on that bundle of nerves and you're biting into his shoulder. legs twitching, body shaking, a flush going down your face and neck and all he does is whipser perfect into your ear over and over again. until you see stars.

+

are you breathing? sukuna's hand is on your stomach, "deep breaths angel, there you go." watches your eyes flutter back open, kisses your forehead, your temple, your jawline and chin. let's you orient back to the room, back to him. your hand finally releases it's tight grip on his arm. "ready?"

"can..." you swallow drly, "can I please have water?" you're ready to hear a soon or just one more. know there's a limit to how tender and paitent a partner can be. he's made you cum four times now and feel so fucking good.

you don't realize he slipped away until he's back, helps you sit up, cool glass of liquid at your lips, your hand on his wrist looks comincally small. when you're done he takes a quick sip himself, catches your eyes watching him.

and it's too soft, the way he thumbs at your cheek, concerned. it's not needed, you feel very present and very ready. "i have condoms somewhere..." you start

he scoffs.

"you do now" he points at a box sitting on your nightstand, you don't recognize it. when did you get this?

he holds a packet with his teeth, his hands reaching for his slacks, you stop him "let me, let me please."

you do your best to move your hands at a normal place, but it looks eager anyways, has him smirking, dropping the condom packet into your palm as you do a very perfect job of not looking nervous at the girth or length of his dick.

you get why he insisted on three fingers, he grabs a pillow and places it behind you, "lay back."

"yes yes yes, thank you." as you watch him lean forward, muscles moving in a coordinated dance, rubs himself through the wet of your previous release. you both moan.

he still. takes. his. time.

moves his cock up and down your pussy lips, touching your sensitive nub, driving you insane. your hips buck up at nothing, want more friction, need him inside you.

"please, please, you're so close, please."

"please what angel?"

"put it inside, please fuck me."

and he's not slow when he does, that chant of 'thank you' will be embarassing tomorrow because everything feels right now. he's so big, you're stuffed so full and he's moving at such brutal pace.

you want to hold out longer, you're already so sensitive, you're biting your lips, trying to find purchase on his back, nails deep scratching, biting at his neck.

his name mixed with your please and thank you is putting him in a trance.

you're impossibly tight. sukuna's thrusting faster than he wanted, harder than he wanted. had planned a build up, wanted to make you beg over and over but he's already there. pulling him deep, gripping him tight. the sounds echoing in off the bedroom walls are filthy.

"so good for me, so perfect for me."

"told..ah, told you..." you're slipping, the familiar twitch in your hips, you're close again and he hasn't even cum once, has he? "with you, please, please, together please? sukuna please."

he picks up the pace, the hand on your hip will leave a bruise, the lovebites on your body glow red. he's so close, "with me, look at me, come on angel." you're both so close, hips rolling to match his thrusts.

your lips are so plush, mouth open a silent scream pushes you over the edge as he follows. hips stuttering, grinding, heavy. he let's his weight fall on you, hand grips the back of your neck and brings your lips to his.

so fucking soft, so willing. he pulls off to catch a breath, spit connecting your lips and silently you trail after his lips, he kisses you slowly. moves his hips slowly, still hungry, ready to feel you again. "thank you sukuna" you say between broken kisses, your eyes lidded, body heavy, just like last night.

too trusting when your body softens against him, too vulnerable when you nuzzle into his neck, another whisper of "thank you." and you have to be his. no one can hear you like this, see you like this. no one can touch your skin like he does, no one can know how absolutely etheral you are drifting off to sleep.

his lips dance over your face, he whispers "mine" into your temple, into the crook of your neck, at the center of your chest, above your sore nipples, into your bellybutton, above your sensitive clit, down your legs and he sits on his up.

comitting you to memory won't be enough.

he'll do this again. and again. and again.

+

part 3

[esleep]

i actually do kinda like delivering groceries on the side because it gives me such a unique cross-section of the community. i never know whose groceries im shopping for until i finish the delivery and see them/their home and it's like it adds more detail to the picture of who they are. the baby supplies going to the apartment that i know for a fact is one bedroom (they'll be moving soon - i bet they're apartment hunting, i hope they find a place). the new cat litter box, bowl, and kitten food going to the house covered in "i <3 my dog" paraphernalia (a kitten definitely showed up on the porch recently and made itself at home). the fairly healthy boring grocery order that includes an incongruous tub of candy-filled ice cream going to the home of an elderly woman with toddler toys in the yard (it's clearly for her grandkids, whom she sees often).

shopping for someone else's groceries is a fairly intimate thing. i've bought condoms and pregnancy tests, allergy medicine and nyquil, baby benadryl and teething gel, a huge pile of veggies paired with an equally huge pile of junk food, tampons and shampoo and closet organizers and ant traps and deodorizing shoe inserts and a million other little things that tell a million different stories in their endless combinations. one time someone had me buy one single green bean. i messaged them to confirm that's actually what they wanted, and they said yes - neither of them liked green beans very much, but they had a baby they were introducing to solid foods, and they wanted to let him try one to see if he liked them. another time i had someone request 50 fresh roma tomatoes - not for a restaurant, but for a person in an apartment. the kitchen behind them smelled like basil and garlic when they opened the door. another time i brought groceries to three elderly blind women who share a house. that was one of the few times i have ever broken my rule and gone inside a place i've delivered to, because they asked if i could place the grocery bags in a specific location in the kitchen for them to work on unloading and there was no way i was going to refuse helping.

i gripe about the poor tippers, but people can also be incredibly kind. one time i took shelter from a sudden vicious hailstorm inside an older lady's home in a trailer park, while i was in the middle of delivering her groceries. we both huddled just inside the door, watching in shock as golf-ball-sized hail swept through for about five minutes and then disappeared. she handed me an extra $10 bill on my way out the door.

when covid was at its deadliest, people would leave extra (often lysol-scented) cash tips and thank-you notes for me taped to the door or partially under the mat. i especially loved the clearly kid-drawn thank you notes with marker renderings of blobby people in masks, or trees, or rainbows. in summer of 2020 i delivered to a nice older couple who lived outside of town in the hills, and they insisted i take a huge double handful of extra disposable gloves and masks to wear while shopping - those were hard to find in stores at the time, but they wanted me to have some of their supply and wouldn't take no for an answer.

anyway. all this to say people are mostly good, or at least trying to be, despite my complaints.

[bunnys-kisses]

｡ﾟ•┈꒰ა ♡ i like my men older - simon riley♡ ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ

you knew that your friends from school raised an eyebrow when you told them that you were dating a man almost double your age. you were in your twenties, while this 'simon' guy was close to fifty. you told them that he was an army man who had a gooey center for you.

your friends could see the upgrade in your laptop and the new knapsack with a logo that proclaimed it was expensive. the small chain around your neck with a 's' on it that you toyed with when they asked questions about him.

you looked happy, healthier even! you weren't eating minute meals and surviving off of black coffee. there was a little roundness to your cheeks now and you looked more alive. a glow to you that wasn't that while you trudged through your graduate program. so honestly, how could they complain?

if you had a glow to you, it was because you were often fucked out. most women your age through that dating an older man would mean having to go slow. be patient about technical difficulties regarding their cocks. that was what you expected from a man that old. especially one with aches and pains like simon. your poor si, he had been in the military his entire life. barely had the touch of a woman during that time! poor guy! of course you'll teach him all the ways a woman should please a man. the first time you ran your tongue on the underside of his cock he cam all over your head, and while you whined. it made you crazy hot. fucking simon was like fucking a live wire. he hadn't slowed down with age. he fucked like a stallion in breeding season. and he loved when he pulled his heavy cock into you. you once told him that he could be a cervix breaker. and he simply said, "well, if i break it... i can't breed it." which made you go slack jaw for a moment before he continued to rut up against you. you didn't expect a man of his age to have a breeding kink.

you practically begged your doctor to give you birth control, because he was not buying condoms. "don't fit in 'em, lovie." he said as he patted his clothed cock when you started dating. you knew that was impossible, condoms could fit a lot of things and while simon was fairly big. he could fit in a condom. but, no. when you tried to put them on yourself, he simply took it off, tossed it to the side and pinned you under his heavy weight. legs in the air as he rutted against you like a hungry animal.

he was so much bigger than you. wide shoulders, strong thighs and a bit of a gut to keep you folded under him. there was a masculine heft to him. he was strong, picking you up was easy to him even when you tried to tell him your weight. one time he gripped you by the waist with one arm and moved you out of the way. you kicked and squeaked as you were moved. but to simon it was easy as lifting heavy equipment. but that softness to some of his muscles really got you hot all over. it didn't help that part of your role as his girlfriend was to make sure that your man was fed. you cooked him meals and he over devoured in your sweet dessert. he loved you in an apron. all domestic and sweet for him. you were real wifey material. could easily be cooking meals for him and the kids in a few years. you can have a graduate degree and a few riley babies. "look good cookin' for me, darlin'. know how to make a proper meal for your man." you wouldn't admit but his words excited you.

simon can be a little... chauvinistic. it was just his age. while he respected female colleagues in the military and was beyond happy that you were getting your degree. he'd do things for you that you could clearly do on your own. like when you tried to fix the leaky tap in your flat. or when you try to carry all the groceries inside. yes, darling, you're a strong woman. but let him take over. take care of you. that was what a man did right? he'll cut the onions for you and try to fix your buggy wi-fi connection. he's pay for dinner every time and even get you dessert after. he'd wipe your face clear of the sweet treat you'd have. "don't ask her anything too difficult, johnny. she doesn't need to be thinkin' too hard." he once said with his hands over your ears and glared at his teammate. which only made the scotsman laugh. simon didn't mind if he had to take over. he'd never pull the rug out from under you, even when you were under him. you looked prettier under him, letting him take charge of your fucking. he took care of his girl, even when you whined and told him you were capable. there was no need to whine. simon needed to take care of his much smaller, much weaker baby girl. no need to break a nail trying to do stuff that simon could easily do for you.

even with the grey in his blond hair, he still kept up to you. there were times that you were too exhausted from day-to-day that you let simon rut between your thighs until he covered your round ass with his hot cum. you'd whimper which would turn into a yelp when he easily slipped his heavy cock into your sweet pussy. where it belonged. he fucked you heavily as his cum coated your behind, even trailing down your sloped back as you had your head in the covers.

"don't spill a drop off that pretty ass, baby girl. or else i'd might have to mark you again." thank god you liked your men older. <3

[berylcups]

La Squadra & you go to Costco

CW: suggestive content, condoms, pregnancy tests, nipples, alcohol,

Notes: Going to Costco is always a bizarre adventure. And I was thinking while shopping… it would be nice to have a strapping young man to help me out so I made this crack 😅 I’m not endorsing Costco in anyway- this is just my way of coping with the stress of buying bulk and dealing with the public! Well this was obviously a quick little post but I hope you enjoy it as much as I did making it! 💜 Beryl

Risotto

Really didn’t want to come, he hates being in public and having people stare at him 👀

Has made a few kids cry just by existing 😭 he won’t admit it but it does hurt his feelings 🥺

Buuuuuut it is nice for people to clear the isles out of pure intimidation 👀 just give them dirty looks in exchange for treating your man that way

Will pick up all the extra heavy and unwieldy stuff

He’s uncomfy in the frozen section… everyone is looking at his hard nips 🥶 yes he’s still wearing his typical “clothes”

Maybe buy him a couple of shirts from the clothing section???

He’s going to ask for energy drinks or coffee. The drinks and coffee section is his favorite section. 🖤 after dealing with the public he deserves all the caffeination

Formaggio

He’s gonna wanna Costco glizzy from the food court to see what all the fuss is about

He rates it a 6.5/10 not bad! But he says his “Italian sausage” is better 😘

FORMAGGIO DONT SAY THAT—WE ARE IN PUBLIC—THINK OF THE CHILDREN 😳

Of course his favorite section is the cheese section. Be sure to get an assortment of cheeses 🧀

He’s going to shrink everything he wants and pockets it -mostly the snack food and cookies

You find it very suspicious that he doesn’t ask for anything until you guys get home and he unshrinks EVERYTHING HE STOLE

All the frozen stuff melted though… he didn’t think that through- keeping miniaturized ice cream and frozen pizzas in a warm pants pocket 🫠

Illuso

Why does he have to go? Can’t you do it? 🙄

Drag him by the pigtails in the damn store to help you pick up all the bulk items!

He’s going to complain about the lack of diversity of brands…Kirkland??? Ew! Name brands only Y/N!

Please put him in his place 🙏

He shuts up when he sees the shampoo/toiletries section

You bet your ass he’s going to steal all of that.

Despite his brattiness, he’ll make sure everyone moves out of your way when you push the cart

“ excuse you- coming through! Out of our way please.”

Very kareny about it—you’re both going to get some dirty looks but it gets the job done!

Pesci

He’s more than happy to help you shop!

He has an eye for quality when you’re in the meat section

He can tell you how fresh that fish is and if you’re better off getting it frozen

Please honor his request and buy him some milk 🥺 hell buy him 2! He’s being so helpful!

He’s good at picking up all the heavy stuff.

He even insists on pushing the cart/buggy. What a sweetheart 😇

You need to give him that confidence boost to help him push his way through the isles. Everyone is in the way— show them you mean business and you aren’t a mammoni and are here to get your shopping done TODAY

Prosciutto

Sigh why am I coming with you? You know the dynamics: I give you the money—and then you go out and spend said money. I shouldn’t have to be involved in this!

His attitude changes once he gets to the alcohol section. 😅

He just wants to give you his card and let you fill up the cart till your heart's content

He’s going to lounge about in the furniture section and just chill out.

Your gonna have to play where’s Waldo with him because he’s will purposely age himself to hide from grocery shopping 😂

It only worked the first few times. You already have it burned in your memory what a geriatric Prosciutto looks like.

He’s always dozed off in one of the recliners there with a small group of concerned people surrounding him wondering if he’s still alive. ☠️

Now time to drag his old ass to the produce section and help you find some good looking fruits and vegetables!

Melone

You want me to go shopping with you??? Di molto! I’d love to! We will…have to use your mode of transportation of course.

He’s not strong but with the both of you, you can carry the extra heavy items from the cart to the car.

6 pack pregnancy tests?! DI MOLTO! Bulk condoms??? Di molto!!!

Somebody come get this man he’s scaring the customers with his excited yelling 😬

Keep him on a tight leash—he’s looking for surrogates when we’re supposed to be looking for the everything bagel seasoning 👀

No seriously- put him on one of those child leashes. He should NOT be unsupervised with the public.

If he’s being good let him pick out some ready made meals- ramen , Mac and cheese, frozen goodies like hot pockets etc.

Ghiaccio

Why the fuck do I gotta go to Costco with you? Nothings gonna fit in my goddamn trunk. Have you seen my car??? 🚘

The place is too big and overstimulating to him…but he calms down once he sees the electronics section. 😌

He’s going to compare the specs of each TV… he might even get a gaming console too. Don’t worry he’s paying for it 👍

Do you really need a 25 lb bag of rice? I get that its versatile and you eat it for breakfast, lunch, dinner, and sometimes even dessert—but that’s ridiculously a large ass bag. What if you get tired of it? You don’t ? Well…ok then.

Someone tell this guy about the miracle of chili peppers and air tight containers…😅 (pro tip: my Chinese teacher says airtight containers and a few dried chilli peppers keeps your rice fresh and critter-free!)

He questions why someone would need an excessive amount of certain products…but be patient with this baby and give him the million reasons why it’s perfectly acceptable to buy a 5 pound bag of shredded cheese.

He loves the spicy Korean ramen -he’ll make that fit in his trunk 😂

He also really likes the produce section but worries that the both of them aren’t going to consume the fruits/veg in time before they expire

[iloveaustinelvisandmannymore]

My butterfly girl

Pairing: Austin Butler x reader, Vanessa Hudgens x reader and Olivia DeJonge x reader.

Request: yes.

Warning:Dark!Austin, Dark!Vanessa, Dark!Olivia. Step-sibling incest, virginity kink, Dumb and innocent reader, heartbreak, possessive Austin, manipulation, yandere Austin, degrading and praise kink, breeding kink, baby trapping, and non-consent filming, creampie, and cheating. (Austin's 31, Vanessa's 33, Olivia's 24, and the reader's 18)

"I got it!" You yelled a knock ringing out of the living room of the house where you and Vanessa live, ever since your mother married Vanessa's dad they decided you need to have some bonding time so they had her move you into her home. She was mean to you but that's because it's tough love! She lets you live here and buys groceries for you to cook for her and you, she also teaches you new things like how to clean her messes up.

You open the door "Aus!" "Butterfly!" Austin laughed as you jump on him, he quickly gripped your thighs to keep you from falling off. Vanessa walked into the room, checking herself out one more time in the hand mirror "I'm ready.." Vanessa says looking up from her hand mirror, a look you couldn't recognize on her face once she saw you wrapped around Austin.

"Baby you look wonderful." Austin smiled walking into your house, your happy self still in his arms as he shut the door with his foot. You let out a quiet whine as he sat you down that's when you took notice of what he and Vanessa were wearing; Vanessa was in a red velvet dress that hugged her curves and a slit in the dress reaching to her thigh to her legs on the right side, gold eyeshadow her eyelids and a dark red lipstick adored her lips her long hair curled and in a ponytail with two sides left out to frame her face.

Austin wore a black suit with black shoes, the jacket opens showing his white dress shirt with a few buttons undone showcasing his chest and a small gold chain around his neck, his hair in his usual Messy Style. 'Are they going on a date?'

"I have some news I want to share, the addition I made for Elvis...I got the part!" "Oh, baby I'm so proud of you!" "Congrats Aus!" "And," Austin continued, "I thought why not butterfly join us? get ready (n/n). We'll wait for you" He said gently giving you a push in the direction of your room. You hurry to your room get ready, you have just the perfect dress in mind.

Vanessa waited until you were out of your earshot to voice her displeasure "It was supposed to be just us. Why does she have to come" she hissed slightly glaring at her boyfriend for 9 years "Come vans, I want to celebrate with you both, plus I'll make it up to you, promise" Austin voice takes a seductive tone, wrapping his arm around her waist. Vanessa felt a heat in her core, and they both lean in to share a kiss "I'm ready!" You cheered, Austin pulled away smiling at you "let's go then" he walked you to the door and the car, leaving an annoyed Vanessa with a deep frown on her face as she followed.

Dinner was amazing, when you arrived home you immediately went to your room and passed out, you only woke up because your mouth had become dry, you walked passing Vanessa's room but stopped once you heard the bed banging against the wall 'huh?' A part of you was curious what were they doing? jumping on the bed? but you just shrugged your shoulders and continue to get water from the kitchen.

All Austin could think while he was balls deep in Vanessa, was you. How he wishes it was your pussy that he was pounding into, your pretty neck he had his long fingers around, your beautiful skin he was marking and it was your pussy he was cumming in instead of a condom 'Someday it will be you' Austin thought.

'Someday'

............

It's been 2 years since that night, you and Vanessa came to Australia with Austin, he rented this pretty two-story house. You were just getting ready to go to set with Austin because he wanted you to spend time together, to know his butterfly more he said. You finished putting your earrings in and rushed down the stairs where Austin was always waiting for you with a smile but today he frowning down on his phone, typing fiercely on the screen and his eyes harden.

"Aus?" You asked curiously, Austin looked up at you with a glare then when he realized it was you his eyes immediately softened and a tiny smile reach his lips "Ready Butterfly?" Austin questioned running his fingers through his now raven hair, you nodded eagerly. "Okay, let's go to work" he grabbed your hand and walked out the door, locking and then to the car.

The wind blew through your hair as Austin drives to the set, you close your eyes as the peace fulls you. you are almost there, you couldn't wait to see Olivia and all the new friends you made! You and Olivia had become close the day Austin introduce you both. she was so nice! she would always give you a snack when you were hungry and explain things that you didn't understand although sometimes you still didn't and made sure you were comfortable when Austin was doing a scene.

Olivia was waiting for you when you arrive Austin barely have the time to park the car before you jumped out of the passenger seat, causing a rise of panic in him. "Olivia! " you ran into her open arms "Hello pretty girl" she smiled before swinging back and forth. "How's my pretty gir-" she started but Austin cut her off "Butterfly! You can't do that! you know how scared I got?!" Austin stormed to you, his fists clenched as he stood before you and Olivia. Hearing his voice raise at you brought tears to your eyes "Now Austin-" Olivia started but was cut off by the cold glare he sent her. the message was clear, stay out of it.

"I-i didn't mean to." you stutter with tears running down your face. Austin let a sigh, opening his arms to which you came and cried into his chest. He kisses your head "Butterfly...you mean so much to me, I can't lose you, I won't lose you." his grip tightened around you.

......

Vanessa glared at the screen of her phone, and glared at what Austin had texted to her she had brought up her feelings to him. She had told him that she didn't like him spending so much time with you that you weren't worth his time, She was but all he said was to suck it up and get over it.

All he wanted to do was work and spend time with you heck! he brings you to work almost every day. She was done with it. she wasn't stupid, she knew he wanted you he wanted to claim your innocence. she wouldn't let him, she's going to ruin you for him, for payback, for stealing him and she knew just what to do. she'll just have to wait until tomorrow, Austin would be too busy to have you around. It was perfect.

"Mm~" you moan into the early morning light and tried to move to your side but for some reason, you couldn't do so, you felt hands? Rubbing your thighs up and down and the cold air touching your bare pussy, wait you had underwear on last night. Your eyes open at this knowledge. "So the man stealer is awake." Vanessa spat her breath brushed against your pussy "What are you d-doing?" you looked at her between your bent legs, but she didn't answer instead she swirl her tongue around your entrance. You let out a stuttered moan at this new sensation, it felt so good. Vanessa quickly worked her tongue at your clit, sucking and biting it, and she slammed her finger into your untouched vagina not caring to be gentle. A pained whimper makes its way out "Why?" "Because I can." She said thrusting her finger faster and curling it to abuse your sweet spot 'Damn..why does she taste so good? It's like candy' Vanessa thought licking a stripe between your folds.

Austin glared holes into his phone and his fingers turned white from his hold on it. His blood boiled as he watched Vanessa eat you out from the cameras he installed in your room "Austin you're-what are you watching?" Olivia enters Austin's trailer in full Priscilla makeup. When he didn't answer she walked over and looked over his shoulder, her face became stoic and her blue eyes turned black at what graced the screen. "What are you going to do?" She asked without emotion "I'll need your help, but first, we show butterfly who she really belongs to." Austin answered a wicked plan in his mind 'Even if I have to trap her'

You whimpered as Vanessa continue to edge you. Your thighs hurt from the mean pinches and slaps it took from her.

Her tongue was inside you once again, licking and sucking like a starved woman "Please Vanes! I feel like I need to pee!" You moaned the weird feeling coming again. Vanessa rolled her eyes" I guess you learn your lesson. Come." she said sounding bored as she rubbed your clit hard. You 'come' as she said, your hips stuttered at the overwhelming feeling while you caught your breath, sweat rolling down your body.

Vanessa wiped her face clean with her forearm as she looks at your tired form, your pussy and thighs are already poofy. there were scratches on the sides of your hips from her long nails. Her work here was done. With a satisfied smirk, she turns and leaves the room, slamming the door shut.

Leaving you to process what had happened.

.....

It was a few days before Austin put his plan into action. He finally had a day off and he was able to convince Vanessa to hang out with her new friends on that day. Of course she didn't know it was his day off.

Austin knocked on your bedroom door and waited for your pretty voice to call him in. "Come in," you said almost quietly, Austin walked in to see you on your bed and what seems to be drawing before laying your sketchbook down. "Hello, pretty butterfly" Austin cooed as he sat down in front of you "hey Aus.." you whispered, looking at your lap. "What's wrong?" He frowned, when you didn't talk he continues "Answer." His deep voice turned stern, his eyes a stormy blue. "Vanessa did something to me..it felt so good, want more." You mumbled, Austin hummed "I can make you feel good again, will my butterfly let me?" he smiled, putting a stray piece of hair behind your ear.

You quickly nodded. Austin's hand was now on the nape of your neck and he gently pulls you to him until your lips meet his soft, pink, pillowy lips. The feeling and taste of his lips and the alluring smell of his cologne were intoxicating. His tongue was able to worm itself into your mouth, and the taste of strawberry and vanilla ice cream was stronger than before, his tongue explored your inexperienced mouth and he laid you against the bed. You were too into the kiss that you didn't notice someone opening the door to your room and closing it.

Austin leaned back and pulled his shirt off from the bottom, his arms and abs flexing at the motion. Without realizing it you ran your hands down his chest to his torso, the feeling of his chest hair sliding through your fingers, heated up your core. He smiled watching as you become enchanted by him "Butterfly, take off your clothes for me." Austin urged softly, and in a trance-like state you took off your hoodie and your pajama shorts leaving you in nothing, your heart pounding against your rib cage.

His ocean eyes rake down your body and pieces of his raven hair fall in front of them, Austin stands from the bed and slowly takes off his jeans and boxers, and your mouth drops at the size of his cock, it was long and girthy, a vein runs up from the underside of his cock, the tip an angry red and his balls hanged filed with a month worth of cum. Your pussy is a wet mess at the sight of him naked and ready to take you, you laid back against the bed as he hovered over you.

His lips meet yours once again with two of his fingers enter your cunt, thrusting and curling at your soft spot, his kiss moves to your neck as he prepared you. "Please" you beg, you don't know entirely what for though. "I know, I know butterfly" Austin said as he lines his dick to your pussy, slowly pushing in. You let out a painful gasp he was so big! After the agonizing stretch, he was finally balls deep. He closed his eyes to stop himself from coming too soon, you felt so good.

He waited for your okay and when you gave it to him, he didn't hold back. You screamed as he relentlessly pounded into you, the bed frame banged into the wall "Do you feel good slut?" Austin panted you nodded your head dumbly, loud moans and whines leaving your open mouth, Austin pulls out and manhandled you to your hands and knees.

Austin placed gentle kisses along your spine and your shoulders as he pushes his way back inside you, his hips banging into your ass, his hands beside yours and he uses them to launch his body forward giving you powerful thrusts, "I'm gonna come!" You cried out pushing your own hips backward to meet his thrusts frantically. Austin groaned as your pussy was clenching on his cock, he wouldn't last long.

"Come." He growled

the knot inside you snaps, Austin followed through with a deep groan as he filed you with his every last drop of his come. He's slowly pulled out to watch his cum drip from your cunt.

"Enjoy the show?" Austin called out, breathing heavily.

"I sure did," Olivia smirked still looking through the camera. You were too out of it from the overwhelming orgasm to realize she was there and had filmed it all. Austin smirked back when she looked up at him, sweat rolling down his body making his skin glisten and shine, his hair stuck to his forehead and his eyes were hooded. "May I?" Olivia asked for permission silently praying that she could do what she wanted. Austin gave a nod of approval and got off the about to take the camera to film what was going to happen next.

She mouthed 'thank you' to him before she smiled at your exhausted form, she just thought you were gorgeous, you were sweating as well making your skin shine so pretty like and your hair was stripping with natural water. She quickly took off her dress and her bra since she went without underwear, getting on the bed she gently turned you onto your back and lifted your one of your legs, and got in between one of her legs over your other one.

She took a deep breath in and then put her pussy on yours. That seems to pull you back to Earth. "Please move." you look at her through hooded eyes. Olivia moved her cunt, her clit hitting your swollen clit, folds sliding against each other, and Austin's warm cum spread between both of your pusses.

Your hips bucks forward at the sensation, his cum left a pleasurable sticky feeling, it was nasty but it was hot. Olivia rolled her hips as she grinds against you it was so sudden! so good! a choked moan left your lips. You heard Austin let out a deep groan, Olivia continue to do this it, making it harder and harder not to cum. You whined when Olivia stopped and moved away from you. To your shock, she went in between your legs her tongue dragged from your entrance to your clit. Olivia moaned at the combined taste of you and Austin, two fingers pushes Austin's cum back into you, hard. With a jerk of her hand, you came all over her fingers and on her tongue.

"Pretty girl will help me come?" Olivia asked you sweetly and you nodded in a slight daze. Olivia straddled your face and rode your tongue until she came with a scream. Before you passed out you felt a warm rag clean you up and a man's voice whispering an 'I love you' and 'Mine' to you then you became unconscious.

.........

Vanessa woke up with a startle, slowly she came to her senses, her arms were tied behind her back and she tried to say something but duct tape covered her mouth permitting her from speaking. She looked around it seemed she was in a closet? there is a piece of light and then came the sound of skin slapping against skin. looking out, what she saw made her eyes wide and her heart break, There were you being fucked by Austin.

Her boyfriend for 9 years and the man she wanted to marry was making love to her stupid step-sister! Every thrust and moan broke her heart more. Tears run down her face and she couldn't look away. Finally what felt like hours you guys had to stop and had fallen asleep.

After a while you slowly set up on the bed and were looking right..at her?

You walked to the closet, and open the door with a dark smirk on your face "Hey sissy, did you like the show?" You mockingly asked with your head tilted, she glared, and you rolled your eyes "What do you expect? You treated me like shit. Besides you don't deserve Austin, I can't count how many times you bitched at him for nothing" you moved pieces of hair that have fallen on your forehead nonchalantly. Vanessa yelled behind the tape "oh and don't try to tell Austin he won't believe you. Not over his innocent, harmless butterfly. I do have to thank you through, without you I wouldn't have gotten the chance to have him, his future babies, and be Mrs. Butler!" You smiled so sicklily sweet she wanted to vomit.

"So,Thank you."

Taglist; @galaxygirl453 @flwersgarden @lovincherries @babyxshy @purejasmine @dre6ming

[shieldretired]

IMPORTANT HEADCANONS TO CONSIDER

stolen from @knowseverythingaboutyou because this is actually super interesting

tagging: @symbiiotic + @dereiserne + @defectivexfragmented (Clint) + @peperrood + @bastxrds (Eames) + @eisiramdeus + @maveriq + @gcroinya + @somewherebetweenrage + @lostsouldier + @loyaltyworn + @storyofwhoiam (Amy + Justino) + @potentiia + @the-mjolnir-owner + @knowsvalue

CAN THEY USE CHOPSTICKS:  barely. He usually tries in the beginning and then gets frustrated because he's hungry and not managing to shove enough food into his mouth since half of it is falling off

WHAT DO THEY DO WHEN THEY CAN’T SLEEP:  depends on why he can't sleep. If it's because of too much energy, he gets a nice work-out done. If it's because he's overthinking things, he starts to sketch or paint to clear his mind. He's also prone to scrub every surface of his apartment at 2 A.M.

WHAT WOULD THEY IMPULSE BUY AT THE GROCERY STORE: Any sweets with strawberry flavor, really. And anything that he knows his significant other might like

WHAT ORDER DO THEY WASH THINGS IN THE SHOWER: head to toe -- and he doesn't use any fancy shampoo or body wash, he just uses plain curd soap because he dislikes the artificial smell of modern things

WHAT’S THEIR COFFEE ORDER: black as the night and strong. And yes, he's judging everyone that gets crazy double pump caramel sauce triple whip everything concoctions. Get a dessert if you want a dessert, no coffee

WHAT SORT OF APPS WOULD THEY HAVE ON THEIR SMARTPHONE: a communication app, Instagram, the game Mahjong, MoMA (museum of modern art in New York), Procreate Pocket (a digital art app), and later on the app for the town he's living in (where there are news for the city etc.) and he definitely tried dating apps like grindr for a short time

HOW DO THEY ACT AROUND CHILDREN: depends on the age. Babies and small toddlers are a no-go because he's afraid he will drop them or break them. Kids from 4 to 11 are fine because they usually just want a picture and autograph and a hug, and that's quite easy for him to handle. Teenagers might get a patriotic speech to use condoms and never do drugs if he feels like it (and yes, he knows teens are super embarrassed about that, he does it on purpose because he's an asshole)

WHAT WOULD THEY WATCH ON TV WHEN THEY’RE BORED AND NOTHING THEY REALLY LIKE IS ON: well with Netflix and Co., he can always watch what he wants (he likes Brooklyn99, movies based on true stories, artsy stuff), but if he's somewhere without access to streaming services, he'd probably find a documentary to watch: history like how they built the pyramids or how a simple Roman citizen lived, nature like the life of penguins or how dogs can smell cancer, technological like how a solar park works

[scarletcreates]

Episode 1

ava, madison, millie, claire, callie, sam, nick, ethan, raf

weekly brunch

madison: "im sorry im late. iana posted another vlog and i needed a good laugh

callie: what did she post this time

madison: "outfit ideas when u need to move on from ur cheating bf" he cheated on you 2 years ago how abt actually move on!

all: no way hahahahaha

claire: when will she stop using the cheating bf narrative for clout 😭

millie: what she needs is to get out of outfits and go ride someone. That will help her ACTUALLY move on

all: yeah right

sam: and there's always kpop boys to fangirl on

madison: alright keep it in your pants no one wants to hear your jihoon shit right now

sam: heeeey he can hear u shows pc

madison: stop bringing his photocard everywhere istg im gonna drown him in your coffee!!!

sam: hhhhhhhhhoooo dont listen to her jihoonie i wont let that happen to you

all: hahahahahhaha

madison: UGH

ava: anyway guys do you know if theres an available unit in your bldg?

callie: i can ask the landlord. wait. why. are you and ethan moving in? DID HE FINALLY PROPOSE?

millie: OHMYGOD DID HE?

madison: OMG is it tiffany's? pandora? bulgari? cartier? OH MY GOD SHOW ME THE RING

claire: how did he do it?

sam: when's the wedding date? pls dont let it be mar 25 i have a concert!

ava: i- i said no…

all: WHAT?!

ava: hey

ethan: hi

a: thanks for helping me move in

e: no problem. if u dont need anything else, ill go home

a: ethan… thank you for letting me do this

e: if u think living alone is what u need before saying yes to me… then okay… even tho i really dont understand why

a: im sorry… i dont understand myself either… i know that i love you. i know that i want to marry you. im sure of that. but… i also feel like i need to experience living alone. i need to experience independence before marrying you. i dont know why… i have the urge. i dont even know if ill survive this. what if im wrong. im actually scared. and of the thought i might lose you in the process. what am i doing. please dont go.

e: shhhh… hug hey hey… you wont lose me… ever… this is something u need to do so even though i dont understand it, ill support you

a: thank you… do you want to stay for the night?

e: i want to buuuuuut i wont. you need to learn independence quick so i could marry you

a: haha fine… i love you

e: i love you more kiss forehead alright i need to go i have an early meeting tomorrow

a: okay… call me when ur home

e: of course… enjoy your independence

a: love yaa take care

ava big sigh. but excited face for her independence

callie: nick we're home opened n eating out of a bucket of chicken

nick: heyyyyy… i bought us a bucket for dinner

callie: u really think i believe u didnt order that for urself

n: continued eating chicken u love me anyway

claire: so ava asked me to go to the grocery store with her, u want anything?

cy: oh thanks i'll text u a list

cl: alright i'll just change. i dont need my boobs unsupported when im carrying heavy things

n: so how's ava's studio?

cy: it's nice, furnished so she only needs to bring her clothes.

n: she okay?

cy: ya she's pretty excited about the independence thing

n: right. oh bubu dont forget about my deodorant for the list

cy: done it already

n: oh also that shaving cream youre always buying me, and i ran out of toothpaste at work, oh oh oh my gummy bears also ran out

cy: done done and done already

n: aawwwe u know me the best kiss

cy: ya maybe u could use some independence too.

sent the messagee

cl inside her room: LUBE AND CONDOM? IN YOUR DREAMS GUYS

cy: whaaaat it's for u and ryder when u know he'll decide to actually use his penis

n: can you believe he suits his name so much?

cl: rolls eyes he's not in the mood

cy: nick are guys ever not in the mood?

n: well yeah but 5 minutes tops. u tie ur hair and i'm good to go

cy: see?

cl: ewww the moment u tie ur hair im out of here

cy: but srsly when was the last time he was in the mood

cl: you know… never. ok fine. but he's all i got okay? i want to meet ppl organically and well he's the only non-gay guy at work

cy: are you sure he's not gay?

cl: no…

n: heyyy u thought i was gay when we first met

cy: but then i tied my hair

n: ah yes

cl: ughhh

ma kissing w someone in living room. s suddenly laughing her room

guy: uhm is it okay we're making out in ur living room w ur roommate here?

ma: dont worry bout her she's watching a live w her kpop boys she'll not go out for 3hrs

guy: okay but i think it would be better if continue this in u bedroom

ma: alright but it was pretty exciting here dont you think?

guy: alright continue making out

s suddenly shouted and disturbed them again

s: AHHHHH HE REPLIED TO ME HE REPLIED TO MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

ma: alright sorry lets go to the bedroom

tomorrow morning

s: goooooooood morninggggggggggggggg

ma: grumpy hmmmmmmmmmmmmm

s looked around for the guy

s: i thought u had a date yesterday?

ma: yaaaa.

s: so how was heeee?

ma: he came even before u finish the live what do u think?

s: yikes… this is why kpop boys are better than real men just saying

ma: ur screen doesnt have a dick

s: but i dont need to fake my orgasm

ma: do u even have orgasms?

s: duh

ma: what

s: what

ma: dont tell me….

s: no im kidding. so whats for bfast

ma suspicious face

open door to mn

mn: hi

ma: heyyy

mn: ava wants to borrow this toaster but i need to rush to the lab can u guys bring it to her?

ma: suuure ill visit her later. whats up in ur lab?

mn: a fresh cadaver just became available and i need to slice up some brain for a tumor

ma: and thats it for bfast

s: hey have some bfast first

mn: oh grabs flask pour all coffee grab waffle thanks

s: good luck!

mn: thanks i really need that tumor

mn went out. millie received a text message.

m: he texted me. "had a great time last night. how about dinner tonight?"

s: so u gonna see him again?

m: sure. until i can find someone else to buy me expensive dinners

ava tried cooking meat loaf but it got burned, millie knocked on the door. a panicked a little covered the plate of burned meat loaf opened the window before opening the door.

a: heyyy

ma: heyyy madison wanted me to bring this to you

a: oh thaanks

ma: ohhh ur cooking something?

a: uhm… yes… earlier… but i already ate it. so ya im sorry cant offer it to u anymore

ma: thats ok i had bfast. sooo hows the independent life

a: good good. i cleaned. i cooked. i washed my own clothes. steamed my clothes. went to the grocery store. threw away my garbage. went to the grocery store again.

ma: chores taking all of ur free time?

a: it does… remind me why i wanted this again?

ma: dont worry youll get the hang of it. you just needed a schedule. list down your groceries and the quantity that would last you 2 weeks. ull get used to cooking. ull get used to cooking on the weekend and cooked a lot enough for leftovers for the rest of the week. dont worry youll get the hang of it.

a stomach grumbled. ma looked at a. a revealed the burned meat loaf

ma: and youll get use to not burning things

while eating

a: ur the first one of us to live alone. how did u do it

ma: hmmmm i just enjoyed the process. also bringing home a lot of men motivated me

a: alright i get thats to ease ur loneliness but how the hell is that motivating

ma: whaaat im motivated to keep the place clean. im motivated to do my laundry to clean the undies and sheets. im motivated to throw the garbage that contained the used condom

a: wow ur such a strong and independent woman

ma: i know

guy and millie in a restaurant. guy kissing millie's hands.

guy: i really had a great time last night.

millie: awwee of course you do. now, do you want the wagyu steak? i want the wagyu steak.

guy: sure, anything for my baby

millie: awwweee. excuse me waiter! ya, 7 wagyu steaks, fully cooked.

guy: wait 7?

millie: im sorry im really hungry. thats okay right?

guy: oh, yeah sure. make 1 medium

millie: oh right, so 1 medium and 7 fully wagyu steaks.

guy: w-wai…

waiter: do you want some reds with this?

millie: yes! 1 whole bottle please.

waiter: sure. anything else?

guy: uhm, do you take 2 credit cards?

waiter: yes. we do.

guy: oh okay. nervous laugh

millie: so you were saying?

guy: uhm

millie: how last night was so great?

guy: yeahhh

m texted sam.

sam in callie and claire's apartment

sam: "tell the girls tonight's dinner is wagyu steak." huh. type "what do you mean"

door open.

madison: this is the best day! i found a tumor.

ava: should i be worried?

s: no it's her experiment. congrats! millie is bringing over wagyu steak

madison: that's right universe be my bitch

a: so where's claire?

nick: with ryder who wont ride her. ha ha ha

callie: she's on a date with ryder. but she wont be sleeping with him so she should be back by now.

millie in restaurant again. wagyu steak arrived. ate 1 bite then texted sam.

sam received another text: "call me"

s: yow

millie: hey whats up im on a date?

s: you texted me call me

madison: millie wheres my steak i found a tumor!

millie: what? madison found a tumor?

madison: thats right!

m: oh my god. im coming over.

s: wait. no no no. madison doesnt have a tumor. she found a tumor for her experiment.

millie end call

sam: what just happened

madison: leave it. it'll get the steaks here faster

m: guy, im so sorry. madison just received some bad news. i need to go.

guy: no worries. let's just take this out and i'll accompany you.

m: i think she doesnt want to see strangers now

guy: ur right

m: waiter kindly wrap these 7 steaks and bill please.

guy: are you okay?

m: yeah.

waiter arrived with take out and bill

m: alright bye

nick: this is the best wagyu steak ever

ava: cos it's free?

nick: yes!

millie: dont need to fake orgasms on this one

callie: ugh now i know what claire felt this morning

s: please let millie meet more 1 minute guys please please please

claire arrived

nick: how's ryder? rode him yet? sksksksk

madison: it was funny one time

ava: we saved a wagyu for you

claire: thanks guys

callie: sooooo how's the date?

claire: i dont want to talk about it

all: oh okay

group looking at each other

madison: here's a wine sweetie

claire drank and: so he invited me to his home right. And he's giving me the eyes right. So now we're standing in front of his apartment door. He leaned forward and

And??

Hugged me…

Im sorry

No no im not done yet. Then he said "you didnt have to ride home with me but thanks for the ride i owe you one". Turns out he just wanted me to pay for his taxi ride

Nooooooo

Nick: ryder just wanted a ride

sam: im sorry claire

millie: u know what. let's go out this weekend and trick them into buying us wagyu steaks again

claire: ya thanks millie

millie reading guy voice mail.

"hey uhmmmm havent heard from u since the bad news abt ur friend. is she okay? are you okay? call me"

"heyyy how are you? do want to have dinner tonight? i-i'll cook"

"heyy uhmm the bill that night was a little bit high for my budget. is it okay if you pay for the half?"

"was it because i only lasted for 1 minute?………….. nah you said you had a great time. okay. call me."

[shingia]

THEY THINK SOMEONE’S HITTING ON YOU

eren, porco, connie, jean (help i’m always writing for the same characters (blame it on the writing slump :/))

cw: suggestive for porco and connie

wrote this impulsively a few days ago when school wasn’t crazy yet, i promise <3 [NOT PROOFREAD]

— eren

• the chillest, really doesn’t make a big deal out of it IM KIDDING

• he won’t start a fight because you taught him better than that but he will kindly tell that person to fuck off

• you can try to tell him that they weren’t hitting on you but he’ll never be fully convinced. he trusts you 100% but the others? no way.

• also it’s not that he sees you as his dog or anything… but if he could buy you a necklace with his name on it he would (he did)

• you better give him attention for the rest of the day because it puts him in the worst mood ever

“and did you see how dirty his shoes were? fucking disgusting guy,” he grumbles when he enters his car. it’s been twenty minutes already, and he’s still not done enumerating every single thing that was wrong with the guy who ‘hit on you’ at the coffee shop. “and who the fuck just walks around with a laptop in their arms? just put it in your bag already, what are you trying to prove?!”. sat on the passenger seat, you stifle a laugh as you bring a hand to his cheek. “yeah, he was the worst,” you concede, brushing your finger against his skin. he seems to be a little relieved already; he won’t ever admit that he was worried you might prefer that guy to him, but you know him too well not to have guessed it. “but you’re the only one i’m coming home with at the end of the day, aren’t you?” you tell him, and watch a proud smile grow on his lips at he starts the car, before putting his hand on your thigh. “damn right i am,” he replies, lacing his fingers with yours as soon as you rest your hand over his.

— connie

• that damn cashier at the supermarket

• connie starts to regret volunteering to go get the fruits you forgot to put in the cart

• because that cashier seems a little bit too friendly while you wait for him at the checkout

• he’s not that jealous tbh, he just loves the look on people’s face when they realize you’re dating him

• so when he comes back to the checkout, he’s holding a bag of apples in his left hand, and a box of condoms in his right :/ and he slams it down in front of the cashier like it’s some sort of prize he’s just won

• yes, he thinks it’s peak comedy

“connie what the fuck”, you whisper loudly, eyes wide. “what?” he asks very innocently as he pulls his credit card out, “you don’t like these ones?”. you almost choke on air, and the cashier’s face makes the situation ten times funnier. “please stop talking”, you try to sigh but your voice is shaky from your suppressed giggle. obviously connie notices how badly you’re trying to hold back a laugh, so he considers his mission a success. “condoms? really?” you ask when you finally leave the supermarket, feeling his hand claim its rightful place on your lower back. “yeah. i like the symbolism of it,” he replies, proudly looking at the box which he chose to keep in his hand, visibly immune to any kind of embarrassment, “it lets people know that we-” “yeah thanks i think i know what it means” you interrupt him, snatching the box from his hands to put it in the grocery bag. “you know, you look cute when you’re embarrassed,” he then pinches your cheeks to make you look at him, and when you do, he surprises you once again, with a quick kiss on your lips. “so adorable,” he smiles giddily, before going back for another one right away.

— porco

• okay so i feel like porco would have a tendency to think that every single guy talking to you is trying to flirt (he says it’s because you’re too hot)

• so you probably had to lecture him a few times, and now he forces himself to be chill about it unless you specifically ask him to step in

• you were at a party and a random guy had just come up to you, but porco remembered what you had told him about intervening when it wasn’t necessary. so he just stared at you from a corner of the room while trying to make a decision, looking like a grounded child

• trust me he’s really fighting the urge to just walk up to you and stick his tongue down your throat

• but oh my god as soon as you put an end to your conversation with that guy and come to see him… HE WONT LET YOU GO.

“i thought you would step in,” you remark when you finally meet porco on the other side of the room. your words don’t really surprise him, even he is impressed by his own self-control. “is he watching over here?” he asks, already pulling you closer. you shoot a glance over his shoulder, and answer with a nod. “good,” he replies with a smirk before pressing his mouth over yours, with a passion that’s usually reserved to more private settings, not to mention his hands that shamelessly find their way to your butt. “porco we’re in public,” you giggle between two kisses, and you can feel his smile grow bigger against your lips. “that’s the whole point,” he answers, giving a quick look around as his arms tighten around your hips, “let them see i’m the luckiest guy here.”

— jean

• people wouldn’t really try to hit on you that often because it’s so obvious that you’re dating him

• he wouldn’t really be mad about something like that, if anything he’d be concerned about that person making you uncomfortable

• yet he wouldn’t want to make a scandal and make you even more uncomfy so he’d be kinda passive-agressive? like he’d offer to shake their hand and that handshake would be absolutely bone-crushing

• but it comes from a place of protectiveness more than anger

“are you okay?” he inquires as soon as you’re left alone with him, “they were hitting on you, right?”. you smile at the thought that maybe he shouldn’t have crushed their hand the way he did without being 100% sure that they were, in fact, hitting on you. “i’m good. they stopped being insisting after i told them i was here with my husband”. a blank look on his face, he stays silent for a few seconds, still processing your words. “wait. you meant me? i’m the husband?”. your hand finds its way to his as you reply with a chuckle: “that was the idea, yeah”. his blank look fades away so quickly you don’t even see it happen. “i like the sound of that,” he smirks, his nose practically touching yours now that he’s turned around to put both hands on your waist, “just give me a few months and you won’t have to lie anymore, ok?”. you slightly crane your head forward to leave a kiss on his lips: “good, i can’t wait.” and based on the look of pure bliss on his face, you figure that he can’t wait either.

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[saetoru]

YES reign. househusband hanma. househusband hanma just sits there and pisses the neighbors off all day. he calls you during meetings when he knows he shouldn’t. he buys things he’s not supposed to doting grocery shopping. he’s a menace on the neighborhood facebook group. househusband hanma needs to be fucked silly, till he’s sobbing but then he’ll do it all over again 😩

tags: fem! reader, mentions of marital roles/dynamics, mentions of infidelity (not hanma), hair pulling, hand jobs, orgasm denial, dom reader

ty for your contribution to society my dear comrade

hanma shuji is not a delightful househusband to have. he’s a handful.

he spies on neighbors and whispers rumors around the block, he pushes buttons of children playing on the streets when he gets the chance, he calls you when he knows you’re busy at work, he buys way too many snacks than necessary with your credit card at the store, he sends infuriating messages to the facebook group—he’s been removed more times than you can count, but somehow, he always finds a way in again, and mostly, he makes it his mission to be a brat when you come home after a long day.

and you love your husband, of course you do. he’s the light of your life and the apple of your eye, but he’s a handful. he’s always been a handful, and he makes it his mission to keep his reputation intact.

but you make it your mission to make him fall apart.

“so you have nothing to say for yourself?” you raise a brow, and shuji smirks, shaking his head as he props his legs up on the coffee table, arms folding behind his head as he relaxes. he knows he’s not allowed to put his feet on there, and he was supposed to dust it, but you see no evidence of that being done.

“nope. ‘m hungry, baby. can we order out?” he pouts, and the glimmer in his eyes tells you all you need to know. he’s enthused, he can feel the rage bubbling in you, and it fills him to the brim with excitement.

“hanma shuji—” he cuts you off with a giggle.

“that’s my name,” he grins. and a small part of your heart bubbles with fondness at how cute he is when he’s giddy like this, but it’s not enough to soothe the aggravation.

“shuji. did you or did you not put a pack of condoms in our neighbors’ mailbox,” you tap your foot, and he giggles once more, laughing into the hand tattooed with punishment. and punishment he’ll be getting, you think.

“he was cheating, so i told him to at least use protection. his wife would find out if he had a mini him show up at their front door,” he insists, happily remembering his most recent endeavor. you grit your teeth in frustration.

“well she already found out. thanks to you,” you say flatly. he raises a brow in faux shock, staring up at you with innocent eyes as you cross your arms.

“what do you mean? i didn’t do anything—”

“explain this,” you growl, holding up a piece of paper that has ‘he’s a cheating whore!’ scribbled in large letters—no doubt your husband’s handwriting.

his eyes widen for a moment before his lips curl into a pout.

“never seen that before. wonder where that could’ve—”

“it was taped to our window, shuji,” you say—almost like you’re speaking to a child. “facing their window.”

“oh yeah,” he nods thoughtfully. “now it’s all starting to ring a bell,” he hums. and before he can say anything else, your hand grips his hair, tugging slightly as you pull his face closer to yours.

he lets out a moan—and it’s almost a whine, making you growl that he’s enjoying this. you hear the soft whimper in his throat when you shove him back, laying his body on the couch as you straddle his hips.

“how many times have i told you to mind your own business,” you snarl. “no one ever believes you, now we’re the talk of the neighborhood. again.” you palm him through his pants, watching as he chokes on a groan, eyes closing and mouth agape as he grinds his hips for more friction. squeezing his cheeks together harshly, you force his head to look at you. “enjoying this, huh?” you challenge. “we’ll see,” you narrow your eyes at him.

and even now, even as he knows you’re going to fuck the attitude right out of him, he has the audacity to grin at you, defiance in his expression.

“love it when you put me in my place, pretty,” he grins. “you know, i’d never cheat on you, i just sit at home like a good—”

“you are anything but good,” you spit, and for a moment, there’s a slight falter in his resolve, a slight crumble in the front he puts up to get under your skin.

shuji is good—he knows he’s good. he just likes to push buttons is all.

“‘m a good boy,” he pouts, and the way you squeeze his erection through his pants makes him choke on his words.

“that so?” you grin wickedly. “my good little husband, huh?” he nods, groaning when your hand palms him faster, cock throbbing against the confinements of his pants. his breath hitches in his throat, chest heaving as he pants harshly, and his hips buck in rhythm to your hand. and you can tell he’s close, just by the way he’s breathing and the way his lip is tugged harshly in between his teeth, and you pull away just as he’s about to cum.

shuji let’s out a whine, staring up at you with wide eyes, fucked out expression on his face and puffy lips from biting down on them, looking at you shocked. like he didn’t expect this to happen.

“was close,” he whimpers, bucking his hips up to chase the friction, but to no avail, your hand is long gone. with a whine, his lips wobble from the way his cock hurts, aches from his orgasm dying down before it could ever happen.

“you thought i was gonna let you cum?” you question, and he pouts at you, eyebrows furrowed.

“didn’t do anything wrong,” he insists, “i deserve to cum.”

and he still challenges you, even after you’ve got him in he palm of your hand, hanma shuji is a menace through and through. and you decide you’ll put him exactly in his place, show him exactly where he belongs.

“shuji,” you drawl, rubbing his cheek so sweetly, so tenderly, he almost—almost believes it’s sincere. “you’re not cumming until you admit you were wrong,” you kiss his forehead. and you smirk at the way he cries out when your hand wraps around his aching cock—without the fabric separating you this time.

hanma shuji is not a delightful househusband to have. he’s a handful—but you love having him in the palm of your hands.

[shorkbrian]

I swear I ain’t in it for the money, but I can’t stop thinking about sugar daddy shoto. Maybe he sweeps a cute little college kid or barista of their feet, just something fun and casual. But this man starts falling harder, needing a way to lock them down to him. Money isn’t quite cutting it anymore, so he decides fucking a baby into her would do the trick. Shoto would push her down into the mattress, large frame twisting her into a sweet mating press. This way they could stay together forever and Shoto would have absolutely no problem providing for his sweet family <3

but fr tho I feel like Shouto is NOT the type for kids.

Mans will tolerate them when they babble or wave at him, but he very actively Does Not Want them.

Always uses condoms, and even though he’ll threaten not to, it’s never a legit thought in his mind to cum inside. Shouto doesn’t want to be a dad.

-----

You’ll be sittin on a park bench, fading sunset dark and pretty in front of you yet all you can do is cry. There’s not really any people around so it’s not like you’re bothering anyone - you hadn’t wanted to cry in your shabby apartment (half the cause of your worries) just in case you received a noise complaint.

“Are you alright?”

A somber, smooth voice is heard. You’re swiping at your tears quickly as you look up, trying to laugh off your state of distress. “Oh, haha, yeah I’m fine. Thanks for asking.” It’s hard to smile with your puffy cheeks and red-rimmed eyes.

The man in front of you frowns, hands in his coat pockets, scarf draped around his neck. “You don’t look fine. Mind if I sit?”

He’s already claiming the spot next to you on the bench before you can say a word, turning to you with a passive expression. “Why are you crying?”

And that’s all it takes to have you breaking down all over again, tears streaming down your face. Just one person offering to listen to the heavy burden you have to bear.

‘’M sor-sorry...” You sob, wiping at your eyes with frigid fingers, successful in doing nothing more but smearing tears around your face.

“Here.” The man’s taking off his scarf, gloved hands offering it you.

“I ca-can’t use your sc-scarf sir.” But he’s insistent, pressing it into your hands up by your face.

“I’ll just get another one. Keep it, you’re in need of it more than I am.”

The kindness makes another fresh bout of tears roll down your cheeks, but this time you're able to dab them away with soft fabric as you sniffle.

It takes a moment for you to calm yourself. When you do, you can finally engage in conversation with the man.

You tell him about your job hours getting cut, how you’ve been turned down or ignored by every single place you’ve applied at for a second job. How you’re barely affording to wash your clothes - you have to hang them or drape them across things in your apartment because you don’t have the money to pay for a dryer cycle.

And to top it all off, you’re still short on rent, despite how you scrimped and saved and even forced yourself not to buy groceries this week - you’ve gone hungry for the past three days.

“You haven’t eaten?”

You glance up at the man and his incredulous expression, shaking your head. “I’ve been trying to save money, I thought I could afford my rent if-”

“What kind of food do you like?” The man is pulling out his phone, swiping and tapping immediately. 

“Thank you, but I’m not-” looking for charity is what you want to say. Plus, you shouldn’t accept favors from strange men.

But the handsome man is waving you silent. “I’m cold, plus I’d like to grab a bite to eat before I head home. I don’t like eating alone though, you’d honestly be doing me a favor.”

You take a moment to process. Is he telling the truth? He sounds like an honest guy.

“Seems like the only place open around here is “Joe’s 24 hour Diner”.... You mind burgers?”

So that's how you end up in a booth opposite the man (”Shouto” he had told you as you both headed to the diner), munching away at warm food. It tastes so good, you hardly have time to worry about the man watching you as he eats.

You’d been shocked at his looks the moment you’d seen him in the light of the diner. Pretty two-toned hair, different colored eyes, perfect skin, expensive clothes. Why was he even talking to you? It’s obvious the two of you led very different lives.

“How does everything taste?”

“Delicious.” Is your response, and Shouto seems pleased, nodding before taking another bite of his meal.

Maybe it’s stupid... but you feel weirdly safe with this man. He doesn’t seem to bear any ill-intent towards you, nor has he made any comments about your body or let his hands or eyes stray. He seems like a gentleman.

Conversation flows easily between the two of you, even sharing a few chuckles at times. He’s some fancy rich businessman, you learn, and you share about your own life, laughing at the comparisons. Shouto can’t fathom growing up in a house with less than five bedrooms and a personal servant.

He asks for your number, and you’re hesitant in giving it - he surely can’t be interested in you? But he seems so sincere, it’s hard to say no.

When the two of you part ways, Shouto gives you a wave, “Hope to see you again soon, and under better circumstances.”

“You too! And sorry for being such a mess and stopping your walk-”

Shouto shrugs, cheeks beginning to pink from the cold air as you two stand outside the diner. “You needed help. I like to assist.”

-----

The next morning you wake to find an atrociously large sum deposited in your Venmo account by none other than a Shouto Todoroki.

Immediately, you’re calling him. “It’s too much, we just met. How can you give away that much money to some low-life?”

You hear him sigh on the other end of the phone. “You’re obviously struggling. I was wondering what your hours are this week, perhaps we could talk about this over dinner? Or lunch, if that fits better with your schedule. I’m flexible.”

It’s a few days later, days spent questioning yourself, questioning his intentions, before you see him again, both of you deciding to meet for lunch to further discuss... whatever had just happened.

“Was what I gave you adequate to cover your rent?” Are the first words out of Shouto’s mouth after you greet each other.

“Yeah, more than enough-” You squirm. “But I need to ask.... why?”

“Why?”

“Why me.” 

“Oh.” Shouto’s expression clears. “That’s easy. I told you a few days ago - I like to assist. I’m quite lonely, and it feels nice to use my money on someone other than myself. I think providing for someone brings me... I wouldn’t quite say joy, but... contentment.”

You contemplate his answer for a moment. 

“Well... you saved me with my rent, I don’t really know how to thank you.”

The man leans forward. “Well.... I know it might be a bit sudden, but how would you feel accepting me as a.... benefactor of sorts?”

“You mean like a sugar daddy?” Is your immediate, blurted response. You want to slap yourself for speaking before you have the chance to think about your words, but luckily Shouto just lets out a light laugh.

“If you’d like to call it that. I’m willing to provide financial assistance for you, in exchange for companionship, if you’re willing to give it.”

Your face heats up as you drop your eyes, fidgeting nervously in your seat. “I don’t feel comfortable with a... a sexual relationshi-”

“That’s perfectly acceptable.” Shouto cuts you off before you can continue. “I wasn’t trying to insinuate a contract of that nature. I’m thinking more along the lines of accompanying me at meals, sharing experiences with me, providing company and friendship to a lonely man. If it seems that we’d like to progress further than that after we get to know each other, well, that will be addressed then. For now-” Shouto meets your eye, dipping his head a smidgeon so he can look at you directly. “All I ask for is a simple, non-intimate bond between two people.”

This is crazy.

And yet you accept.

The situation may be wild, and completely absurd, but you’d be a fool not to say yes.

Shouto is charming and handsome, respectful, courteous - you could go on and on about his positive qualities. He just seems like a sad, lonesome man swallowed by work and responsibilities, too stressed and busy to put the effort into making friends the conventional way. 

-----

Months pass by.

You’re eating at every meal, sated and never going hungry. You’re able to move into a new place, one that doesn’t smell like cigarettes and sits right next to a railroad.

Clothes aren’t a worry anymore, you have your own washer and dryer in your new apartment (Shouto offered to buy you a house, or a penthouse at the least, but you couldn’t justify it to yourself). You’re able to afford new things, and pretty dresses, shoes that are comfortable and fashionable and that fit.

You no longer have to wear clothes down until they have holes in them. You’re able to go to the doctor’s when you feel sick, able to pay for health insurance.

Life is good.

Shouto is a personable man, serious, but he can be rather funny and even crude at times.

The doubt and thoughts of “Why is he doing this for me?” and “I’m not good enough for this.” plague you, but Shouto always seems to catch on, reassuring you that you’re exactly what he needs - a friend.

And you’re more than happy to be that.

You think sometimes, that even if he wasn’t paying you, you’d still like to be friends with Shouto Todoroki.

Until he starts acting weird.

“You should just stay at my place. I have more than enough room,, it’d be easier for both our schedules. We’d get to see each other more often.”

“Uhm...” You don’t really know what to say. You like your freedom, and having your own place where you can walk around in your (expensive) underwear without being bothered.

“I think it’d be nice, don’t you? We could have breakfast every morning, you wouldn’t have to worry about traveling to and fro, we could spend more time together. We don’t see each other nearly enough.”

He’s pushing, insistent. How are you supposed to tell him no? He’s paying for your entire life. Plus, it wouldn’t be that bad to actually live with him. Shouto’s an amicable man.

So you move in.

“I bought you a few things, they’re on your bed.” 

Shouto’s striding into the kitchen where you’re making coffee, buttoning up his shirt as he comes closer. You’ve found that the man likes to sleep in nothing but boxers, shrieking and flushing an embarrassing shade the first time he’d come to wake you up with a sweet “welcome” breakfast in bed.

It’s taken a while to adjust, but you finally feel that you’re fully settled in.

“Oh, you really don’t ha-”

“I wanted to. I went through your closet - your clothes are nice, but your underwear seemed to be lacking.” He’s so matter-of-fact.

All you can do is stare at the back of his head.

“Could you pass me a spoon please?”

-----

Shouto had splurged on expensive, fancy lingerie. 

At least eight different sets were laid out on your bed. It was overwhelming. It also felt.... a bit intrusive? They were all in your size, in a complementary color for your skin tone. 

Weird.

Not as weird as the onset of Shouto’s casual touches.

You’d be reading, or drinking tea and watching cars race by on the street so far below, and Shouto would come up behind you, caress your sides before intertwining his fingers with yours on one hand. He did it as if it was a normal thing, but it felt anything but normal.

Or you’d be on the couch together, and Shouto would shuffle closer until his large body was pressed to yours, almost curled around you. The faux-cuddling was a bit more off putting. How do you tell him no?

The touches became more and more intimate, Shouto’s gifts more and more frequent until you weren’t even spending a penny, the man taking care of everything.

The arrangement was beginning to make you uncomfortable.

Shouto’s bi-colored eyes seemed to always be on you, tracing the shape of your body, watching you move, or breath, or sit. It was distracting, and you felt bad for feeling this way towards the man who’d pulled you out of poverty, but it was so unnerving.

He seemed to notice.

“You’ve been so stressed these past few days. Is something wrong?” Shouto’s rubbing a hand into your shoulder, hovering over you at the dinner table.

“No?” Is all you can manage, wiping your hands on your napkin as you finish your food.

Shouto frowns. With a sigh, his hand drops from your shoulder and the man leaves your side, heads toward the kitchen.

You clear your plate from the table, following after him so you can wash it and put it in the dishwasher before you head off to get ready for bed. 

But Shouto is rummaging in a cupboard, pulling down two wine glasses to accompany the bottle of wine that’s standing proud on the island.  It’s your favorite, a sweet wine that Shouto knows you like, always brings it out when he decides to drink whisky or bourbon after dinner.

He pops the cork and pours you a glass while you finish with your dishes, handing you the glass when you turn away from the sink, pressing it into your hands. “Let’s relax a little bit, it’ll be good for both of us.”

You’re fine with that, knowing that a little wine won’t hurt you, especially when it’s of such fine quality. You’d never dreamed that you’d be able to taste such richness in your lifetime, spend frivolous amounts of money on wine and fine eateries. Yet here you are.

Shouto pours himself a glass, barely a sip filling the bottom. The man raises it to his lips and takes a swig, grimacing a bit in his flat, unexpressive way. You giggle a little.

“Too sweet?’

The man nods, setting the glass back down. “I’m not entirely sure how you can stand to stomach it. But if it makes you happy-” He shrugs, before pulling on of the bar-stools out from under the island so he can sit facing you, long legs stretching out before him.

You look at him, and he looks at you, and then you take another sip of wine to avoid the awkwardness.

“You’re distancing yourself from me.”

The accusation is quiet, Shouto’s eyes focused on your fingers wrapped around the stem of the glass.

He’s always been straightforward with his words. “Is there a reason you keep drawing away?”

The wine disappears from your glass, sliding down your throat and settling in your stomach. You fill your glass again before speaking, struggling to find the right words without upsetting your... benefactor.

“Well, Shouto... I don’t really know how to...” You trail off, hoping Shouto will say something, change the subject, say it’s alright and move on to something else.

But the man stays silent, eyes appraising you.

Taking a deep breath, and another gulp of sweetness, you try again.

“Sometimes the closeness... like, physical closeness? Makes me, well, uncomfortable.”

Hopefully, that would satisfy his curiosity for now. That wasn’t the only reason you’d been avoiding Shouto seeming distant, but you didn’t think sharing the others would result in anything good.

Said man accepted your response, dropping his eyes to his lap as he mulled it over. More wine was consumed, glass re-filled. You felt nervous.

“You’re saying that my touch isn’t something you’d prefer.”

Biting your lip, you soften at his confused expression, at the hint of sadness swimming behind his eyes. “Kind of. I don’t mind you Shouto, you’re really kind, and you’re good company, and a wonderful friend. I just don’t think the.... the intimacy is for me.”

Shouto raises his head, stares at you with those pretty eyes, lips parted as he comes to terms with your words. 

“It sounds like you don’t trust me. I would never hurt you, you know this.”

You scramble to assure him. “I do! I do trust you, and I know you wouldn’t.” (at least you hoped) “But I guess I just... Coming into this agreement I wasn’t ready for that type of... thing. I don’t know if I ever will be.”

The man rises, shakes his head as he steps closer to you. “Don’t worry, I remember our first conversation about that aspect. I see that for you, that type of relationship would only begin after you really cared for the other person, trusted and wanted to see them happy, am I correct?”

“Oh, Shouto-” You rush. “No, I care for you, and I trust you, and of course I want to see you happy. I think it’s just, y’know, my last relationship like that went really bad, and it sucked. I don’t want to go through that again.”

Shouto nods, understanding. “I see. You don’t have to worry about any of that with me then.”

A smile crosses your face, and you feel relived that he accepted your rejection with grace and understanding instead of violence or anger. “Thank you, it means a lot to me.”

The mood of the room shifted, from tense and uncomfortable, to easy and light, and you poured another glass of wine, laughing a little at how worried you were about the conversation with Shouto, only for it all to turn out fine.

“I’m going to go drink some of the liquor that’s kept in my room. I could mix a few drinks for you to try, you might like how sweet they are. I know hard alcohol isn’t quite your thing.”

You beam a smile, nodding your head eagerly. Before, you’d feel apprehensive about going into his room with him to drink alcohol. But with the conversation the two of you just had, you knew - things would be fine.

-----

The room was spinning and you felt giddy and light. You were definitely tipsy.

“You can lay down on my bed, you’re getting wobbly on your feet.” Shouto had offered, and you’d gladly accepted, flopping down onto his comfy bedspread with a laugh at how the motion made butterflies rise in your tummy.

Shouto leaned against his dresser, swirling whiskey in his glass as he watched you, a half-smile across his face. You smiled back, before closing your eyes, a little bit tired as you realized that you might be a bit more than just tipsy.

Shouto had mixed quite a few drinks for you, and you’d drank each one eagerly, impressed with how little alcohol you could taste in each one. You don’t remember how many you had, but it didn’t really matter.

The next thing you know, hands are on your waist, scooting you further up the bed so your legs no longer hang off the edge. Cracking open an eye, you’re met with the visage of red-and-white, eyes soft and warm as they regard you, Shouto’s face tinged a bit pink from the few drinks he had consumed. The man had never been too good at holding his alcohol.

When those hands started to slip beneath your shirt, you wiggled like a little worm, not really comprehending the situation. Maybe it was a dream.

Your shirt was discarded, then your pants. It felt much more comfortable now, and you mumbled a “thanks” to the man helping you settle for bed. He was so nice, Shouto took such good care of you. You still kind of couldn’t believe the turn your life had taken with him, the good luck pushed into your path.

Someone was kissing you.

With a grunt of surprise, you kissed them back, meeting their feverish pace and trying to keep up, soft lips puckering and pushing against your own with intent. Kissing felt good. You liked kissing.

Then a hand was cupping your face, stroking tenderly over your cheek before it began sliding down, down your neck, into the valley between your breasts, trailing over your bra. It felt funny.

Pushing back for air, you gasped when the hand on your chest started squeezing at you, eyes flying open with the startling, sudden sensation.

Shouto was hovering over you, lips puffy, panting as he stared at you with lusty eyes, an uncharacteristic look on his face. This... this wasn’t supposed to be like this. You knew. Hadn’t the two of you just talked about something... important? Was it important?

You didn’t feel panic until a hand cupped your sex, feeling your skin through your panties.

This wasn’t right.

Alarm bells were ringing, dull and far away, but you didn’t think that Shouto should be touching you in such a way. you should be going to bed.

“Mm, Sho, can you stop?” But your words felt funny on your tongue, and Shouto didn’t stop. Maybe he didn’t hear you.

His hair tickled your chin as the man bent to mouth at your tits, pulling the cups of your bra underneath them so he could feel your hot skin, let his saliva drag slick and wet against your chest. 

Your hands instinctively rooted themselves in his hair as you gasped again, not expecting such a move, tugging lightly at his head to pull him up. Shouto just groaned, teething gently at your breasts and not moving an inch. His hips were grinding against the bed though, as he stood between your spread legs.

Before you knew it, your panties were gone, bra clumsily unclasped and discarded, and you were completely bare. Shouto was undressing before you, struggling with the buttons on his shirt before giving up, easily ripping the fabric of his body with one tug, grumbling.

You didn’t feel so tipsy anymore.

“Shouto, what’re we doing? We shouldn’t be doing this, we need to stop-”

“Stay down.” Was his firm command, a hand splayed across your naked chest and pushing you back into the mattress as you tried to sit up. It made you breathless, the growl in his voice, the dominance emanating from the man. You stayed still.

“This’s gonna make us a stronger couple.” The man slurred, eyes dark and hands wandering, effortlessly keeping you pinned against the bed as he ground his hips forward against the edge. You were getting scared.

“Wait-”

You fell silent as one hand pushed down his pants, his underwear going with them, pink cock bobbing free. He was so pretty down there, and it made sense, all of him was pretty, but you suddenly realized the weight of the situation, what was happening.

“Shouto, no, oh my god. We gotta stop right now, we’re drunk, we’re-we’re-”

“Don’t care. Not gonna let you hide away from me this time.” Shouto shook his head, taking his cock in one hand and giving it a long, slow pump, flushed tip weeping precum and wetting his hand.

“No, no, this is wrong. I don’t want this, I could get pregnant!” You cried, beginning to panic for real, pushing against the one strong hand anchoring you to the bed.

Shouto just chuckled, letting go of his cock to crowd against you, getting up in your face to press a wet finger to your lips, the salty taste of his precum threatening to slip into your mouth unless you kept it shut. “Shhh, shh. If you stay nice and still, if you do what I say, I’ll use a condom.”

You couldn’t believe your ears.

“You’re gonna listen to me, you always do.” The man nodded to himself, once again dragging his cock against the bed between your legs, as if he couldn’t stop himself. “Or else I’ll fuck you raw.” The finger was pulled from your lips, only to be wagged teasingly in your face. 

You couldn’t believe how he was acting.

“Be nice.”

Shouto tapped your nose with a neatly manicured finger, before groaning as he heaved himself upright, red cock bobbing against his stomach, desperate for attention. The man gave you a look, as if to say “don’t move” before he took his hands off you, heading for his dresser.

Once you saw him pulling out a strip of condoms, you were on your feet, stumbling toward the door.

Although panic had sobered you somewhat, you were still struggling with the effects of the alcohol, so your reaction time was maddeningly slow. Slow enough that you weren’t able to truly fight against Shouto when he grabbed you from behind toned arms wrapping around your middle and heaving you into the air, only to throw you back on his bed.

You were almost sick on the bedspread, world spinning and stomach protesting, but you were able to calm yourself.

But then Shouto was on you, flipping you onto your back, a soft hand pressing against your throat threateningly. 

“You want to have a baby? Want me to cum in you so you’ll get all fat with kids? Hm?” He was so intense, almost choking you, straddling your waist and keeping you pinned. It was too much

You were able to manage a tearful, desperate “No!” despite the hand around your throat, and Shouto backed off, releasing the pressure to instead stroke his hand against the sides of your neck.

“Stop acting like this, it’s the next logical step for us. You said you cared for me, wanna make me happy. This’ll make me happy. I won’t be like the last guy.”

His cock was pressed against your stomach, and you could feel it twitching. Shouto clambered off of you, letting go of your neck so he could grab the condoms he’d tossed on the bed before snatching you up.

“Do what I say and I use these.” He waved them in your face before tearing one off, beginning to open it. 

You stayed still, gazing at him blearily, limbs feeling fuzzy, mind feeling the same.

The condom was rolled onto Shouto’s cock, the man spitting into his palm and giving the latex a few rubs to make it slick before reaching for you.

He dragged you to the edge of the bed - the perfect height for him to fuck you - and you didn’t fight, terrified of his threat. You couldn’t stand the thought of a baby.

(You didn’t know, but neither could he)

“Wanted to do this since I met you.” Shouto mumbled, pushing your panties to the side with a few fingers so he could guide his tip to your hole. “Want you so bad.”

You didn’t know what to think of this side of Shouto. This unreserved, uncareful, slurring mess of a man that loomed before you, gaze dark and wild, limbs everywhere as he groped and squeezed and appreciate the shape of your body.

But he must’ve gotten impatient, because then he was pushing inside.

It hurt, stinging pain rippling up your back and you keened, causing Shouto to pause. One of his hands darted down to wrap around your calf, hauling it up on the bed so he could lean forward and press it to you chest, sinking his cock a few inches deeper.

“You’re gonna take it.” He hissed before messily kissing you, pressed so close together that it was hard to breathe. “I’ll make it feel good after you do.”

[asfeline]

⌈𝕁𝕁𝕂 𝕘𝕦𝕪𝕤 ┆ 𝔹𝕦𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕔𝕠𝕟𝕕𝕠𝕞𝕤 ⎦

✴︎NSFW implied

✴︎ Characters : Gojo, Geto, Yuji, Sukuna, Megumi, Nanami, Inumaki, Choso, Toji

✴︎Headcanons

✴︎Enjoy !

✧.*⋆.ೃ࿔*:･•·.·''·.·•⋆·˚ ༘ *'*•.¸♡ ♡¸.•*'⋆·˚ ༘ * •·.·''·.·•⋆.ೃ࿔*:･✧.

⤷Ｇｏｊｏ Ｓａｔｏｒｕ

Never been a problem, never will be.

That guy loves screaming your name in between the shelves asking you which flavours you prefer « MANGO BOOST? STRAWBERRY? ».

He will only buy condoms, making sure that everyone knows that he will have fun tonight.

He will always take the XL boxes first and then put them back to take the ones that fit him - may be childish but he knows that it’s important to protect both of you.

No need for lubes, he is very confident to prepare you himself.

He will maintain eye contact with the cashier, would smirk and if the cashier is really uncomfortable he would wink to him/her.

⤷ Ｇｅｔｏ Ｓｕｇｕｒｕ

Does not need a lot of time before choosing his condoms.

While he likes trying new ones, he mostly will go with extra slim, XL-size. Yes, you read it right, XL.

He doesn’t really care, he can buy them whenever you both need them. He can take them when you ask for fruits or yogurts but also can only buy them.

In front of the cashier, he always remains calm. It’s natural isn’t it? If you are with him, he likes to take a peek at your face from time to time, to see you in a bit of embarrassment.

⤷ Ｙｕｊｉ Ｉｔａｄｏｒｉ

Yuji will every time look closely to each boxes, trying to know which one felt good to him and to you.

He will try new ones if he thinks you could like it.

He will also take some lube, always the one with flashy colours, thinking it can increase the sensations.

Even if it’s not the first time, he always asks for your advices for the size. He is not very confident, he always takes the size below, while we will not hide it this boy is well built. (Go for it Yuji take that L size).

In front of the cashier, he always tries to make the conversation, he could say something as simple as "it's a nice day" or "it's not too crowded, today", just to keep the cashier from focusing on your purchases.

⤷ Ｓｕｋｕｎａ

Sukuna is the one who buy a lot of boxes.

He knows that with him, in one night you go more than one round so he always prefers restocking.

When he needs them, he goes into the supermarket only to buy them, nothing more.

Knows very well that he is a L-size guy. Always taking the extra thin ones.

On the occasion he likes to try funny ones, such as the “SABER CONDOMS GLOW IN THE DARK”. He tried it ones, never took them again so much it was uncomfortable for both of you.

In front of the cashier, he is not intimidated. He’s waiting, almost impatiently, and payes without looking at the person in front of him.

⤷ Ｍｅｇｕｍｉ Ｆｕｓｈｉｇｕｒｏ

Megumi is discret in his purchases.

He will try to look at the condoms which can be easily mixed with other products purchased. By now, he knows very well the ones he prefers the most.

He is not ashamed of his size, maybe not as huge as his best friend, but he is confident in his M size.

He never buys condoms without anything else with it.

He sometimes buy lubes when he has the courage to do it, over wise you have to buy it yourself.

In front of the cashier he will look elsewhere, pay in few seconds, and leave with a little « thank you, have a good day ».

⤷ Ｎａｎａｍｉ Ｋｅｎｔｏ

Nanami as you can expect it from him, acts like an adult. Why would you have to hide it?

He can buy them and only them but prefers doing all kind of purchases in one go — he doesn’t want to waste time, if he was at the supermarket he would return with groceries.

Doesn’t take a lot of time in choosing. Always go for the same kind of condoms, aka the one designed so that sex will feel extra pleasurable for you.

My man here always go for the L-Size, depending on the brand it can actually be a size up.

If he’s with you he always double check if you are okay with the one chosen.

He doesn’t buy lube anymore, you have a tons at home and never use it. You know that man is skillful enough.

In front of the cashier, he’s waiting and silent. He is just here for normal purchases nothing more nothing less.

⤷ Ｔｏｇｅ Ｉｎｕｍａｋｉ

Inumaki is the one who will not say anything from the beginning till the end. Discretion is the key.

He will always try new ones, expecting you to notice the change. He will also take some lube, never too careful.

He is in the M range and sometimes it can bring him down, but his techniques are so good that he doesn’t need a bigger one.

He prefers to be with you when he buys them, like most of the time he will wait for you, but when he’s alone he tries to buy other things with it, such as candies or even soap.

He will peek at the cashier when the condoms are scanned, trying to see if he has to smile or continue to lower his head.

⤷ Ｃｈｏｓｏ

Choso always tries to buy them online. Why would people need to know what’s happening in his love life?

But when you have to, you have to. So when he goes he always ask you if you need anything else. Cream? Butter? Water? — trying to let you know that it would be better to go with him.

If you are with him, he’ll stand behind you and watch you chose them, which he can’t deny is erotic for him. Like he wants to use them now. Together, you take the time to look at new ones in the medium-large range. Choso is very modest so he won’t go into the L ones directly. But Choso… let’s face it, you’re huge.

If alone, he will rapidly go to the shelves, take the regular one and speed up to the automatic cash register.

If someone comes to ask him if he needs help, he would let the boxes fall and say “no thank you! Sorry! Thank you”.

If the automatic cash register is not available he will avoid at all cost the look of the cashier. Please, faster, faster…

⤷ Ｔｏｊｉ Ｆｕｓｈｉｇｕｒｏ

You know it, he knows it. He has no problem at all with that.

He always try new ones, but he prefers without, the less you wearing the more sensations you have. But when you ask him to get some, he does.

Obviously he is in the XL-size and he likes to show it. When walking he will show the side of the boxe with the big letters at the view of everyone 💀

He adores seeing you choosing them. He always grab you by the waist, waiting for your decisions. He always have this “I trust you” vibe.

To buy them alone or not, he doesn’t really care.

In front of the cashier, he will maintain eye contact, especially if you are with him, he will start playing with your hair, your shoulders or kissing you in the neck, looking at the cashier.

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✴︎ Credit in order ✴︎

Gojo oretsuu on Twitter

Geto lovexprin on Twitter

Yuji i don’t have the artist name !! Please let me know if you know him/her/they

Sukuna gigi_strwbry on Instagram

Megumi 2B_Ebee2 on Twitter

Nanami nyakkari on Twitter

Inumaki ju_5y on Twitter

Choso i don’t have the artist name !! Please let me know if you know him/her/they

Toji noshiranolife on Twitter

[pjisskullourful]

thank yall sofucking much for getting house sitter to 100notes!!

i have gotten clearance from myy friend to talk about one thing from the upcoming 18th chapter of stained sheets, which is a gorgeous commission. what i can say is- i found this toy while researching his collection& i knew immediately it was perfect for our couple so i tucked it in my notes. then when sorting out the details for the comm my friend gave me the perfect way to incorporate it. im not telling how its incorporated but this is a feature for chapter 18 (which comes after the dami vs ethan comm)

& heres the promised preview of the beginning of what chapter 19 will be, which is very much not what chapter 18 is gonna be

"You're buying those?" Max asked, interrupting you from placing the small box into your shopping cart.

You had been adding the condoms to your trolley without a second thought, it had become like a natural reflex when in this aisle of the grocery store - you didn't think there was any issue of having too many in the house. You glanced at your friend. "Yes, why? Did this company get, like, cancelled or something? Am I making the wrong condom choices?"

"No, no, it's nothing. Look, forget I brought it up, it's weird of me to get all intrusive on your birth control situation…" She said, readjusting her grip on her own trolley. "Let's just finish shopping, didn't you say something about needing olives? I think those are in the next aisle…"

You dropped the box in with your other groceries. "Screw the olives, you've got me curious now. Why are you so surprised that I'm buying these condoms?"

She took a step closer, lowering her voice to avoid being overheard by the other shoppers. "It's not those condoms, specifically. I am genuinely surprised that you are buying any condoms. I really would have thought that with how long you and Damiano have been together, you would've stopped using them, like, ages ago. Usually guys are all about ditching rubbers as soon as possible.

"It's like brainwashing as soon as you start fucking- oh babe, it feels so much better and for you too." She had put on a deeper voice. "You're gonna love how it feels. The wrappers are so hard to get open, it kills the vibe. My ex-girlfriend had a latex allergy, so I'm really out of practice. But it's my birthday. But I bought you that necklace and paid for dinner."

"Uhm, Damiano has never tried that with me, literally ever." You said. "Past douchebags, yes. But Damiano, never."

She shrugged her shoulders. "Whatever works for you guys. And judging by the hickey that you're barely covering with concealer there- it is working for you guys."

You slapped a hand over the love bite that had sprung up on the side of your neck. "I tried, okay? It's these grocery store lights, no one looks good under fluorescents." 

She started to move away with her cart, heading past a mostly-stationary woman talking into her phone. You followed Max away from the shelf of condoms, going into the next aisle.

You had added the jar of olives (along with some other items) to your cart before your friend slipped into her more serious tone of voice again.

"I'm sorry for asking so many questions about your birth control situation, that is…" She cleared her throat and poorly sang the next words to diffuse some tension. "...none of my bus'ness."

You dismissed this with a limp-wristed flap of your hand. “I literally couldn’t care less. When have we ever had prudish boundaries?”

“That’s true. Sachetan said we should have more boundaries.” She said.

“We’ll add that to the list of useless shit he said when he could have be taking you on exciting dates or spending some time brushing his damn teeth.” You bitterly said of your friends’ former boyfriend (and yoga instructor). You went over to grab a bottle of milk from the refrigerated section.

When you got back, she was giving you that look that made you feel like you were being studied again (better to be studied than judged and you knew where her intentions were).

“So you have never, in your whole life, had unprotected sex?” She asked, keeping her voice low, despite the fact that you were the only two people in this aisle.

“Oh, like, a couple of times with my first boyfriend in high school- if you could even call that sex. I believe it would be what the kids are referring to now as a: one pump chump.” You said.

“Isn’t that a gun from Borderlands, the third game, right?” She asked before quickly pivoting. “But what about Damiano, has he ever…?”

“I dunno, we’ve never talked about it.”

“Well, I’m surprised, I wasn’t expecting him to be the poster boy for hashtag Not All Men. I don’t know what I was expecting.”

“I guess that he was just really paying attention to that part in Mean Girls and he thinks if he doesn’t use a rubber, he’ll get pregnant and die.” You joked.

The two of you finished up with the shopping - paying for and getting all of your items sorted into bags. You carried your things out to Max’s car, getting ready to leave.

“Am I missing out, do you think?” You asked after buckling yourself into the passenger seat.

She didn’t look at you as she started to pilot the car out of the parking lot. “Huh, missing out?”

“Going raw.”

She shrugged both shoulders. “Sex is sex.”

You burst out laughing, louder than you had been expecting and it earned you a scowl from her. “Sorry, but it’s- you’re so insightful. Wow, thanks for putting that into perspective for me.”

She rolled her eyes, but didn’t give your sarcasm any further acknowledgement. “I just mean that it’s never made an amazing difference for me. If the guy is doing it right, then I get off either way. And if he’s doing it wrong… well, you can’t really blame that on a condom, but of course, they try to. They make all of those super thin-feel styles anyways.

“I’m not about to tell you exactly how to live your life ‘cause it’s really a personal preference thing. But I just think that if something isn’t broken, you don’t need to try fixing it."

💋🥰

love yall! get caught up on stained sheets here!!

[jungshookz]

that cashier game brought me on an idea... what about a grumpy yoongi as cashier and very clumsy y/n who likes him

i know this month is already a yoongi drabble month but i.,,.,. truly cannot resist writing about grumby yoobi :DDD

➺ pairing; cashier!yoongi x y/n 

➺ genre; yoongi is cocky and y/n is nervous what’s new 

➺ wordcount; 1045

(unfortunately i wasn’t able to track down the original maker of this gif but this is where i sourced it from! all credits go to the original creator of course :-))

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“well, well, well…” yoongi sighs, getting up from his creaky stool before slipping his phone into his back pocket, “look who it is.”

“yoongi!” you greet enthusiastically as if you’re surprised to see that it’s him standing behind the counter when you were the one who purposely lined up at his checkout station, “fancy seeing you here!”

“…fancy seeing me at my workplace?” he raises a brow, reaching over to tap his finger against the computer screen to wake it up, “if anything, i should be surprised to see you here.”

“what, like it’s weird for me to be buying food at a grocery store?” you snort as you begin to pile your things up onto the counter, “sorry i need to eat to survive-”

“no, that’s not the weird part — the weird part is that you bought, like, three bags worth of things yesterday and you’re already back for more.” yoongi points out with a shrug, leaning over to take a peek at the contents of your cart, “that’s all.”

“well, i just-” you pause at the realisation that, yes, your fridge is currently packed to the brim and you probably don’t have to go food-shopping for at least a month so it doesn’t make sense as to why you’re rolling up today with a cart full of food, “i… like to eat. is that such a crime?”

“touché.” yoongi hums, pausing to stick his hand out towards you 

you frown lightly as you stare down at his open palm, your eyes flickering to the side for a second before you raise your own arm and gently place your hand in his

oh

his hand is so soft… and so warm…

a second of silence ticks by before yoongi clears his throat and speaks up again: “this is nice, but i actually just need your rewards card.”

“oh!” you immediately pull your hand away, your cheeks flushing as you hurry to pull your backpack off your shoulder, “i knew that! i knew that, i was just- i was just playing with you, that’s all-” you chuckle nervously, fumbling through your wallet with buttery fingers before pulling the blue card out and plopping it onto yoongi’s palm, “here you go.”

“mhm.” yoongi slides it over the scanner with a beep! before handing it back to you, “hey, check out all those points! someone’s a shopaholic.”

“yeah, well-” you smile sheepishly, reaching up to scratch the back of your neck, “food is good, so-”

“you bought one of these yesterday, didn’t you?” yoongi interrupts, dragging a family-sized box of cheerios over the scanner, “boy, you and your family must really like breakfast-”

“i live alone.” you blurt out, pressing your lips together immediately upon realising that it probably would’ve made you look better if you’d just played along with what yoongi was saying instead of now being reduced to a cereal-gobbling monster, “i… live alone.”

“ah.” yoongi nods in understanding, “so it’s just you who’s a big fan of breakfast-”

“it’s the most important meal of the day, after all-”

“mhm, give me a second-” yoongi turns to pull the microphone towards him before pushing the red button and leaning in, “yeah, could i get a price check on the magnum XL extra ribbed-for-her-pleasure condoms? just to be clear, that’s the magnum XL extra ribbed-for-her-pleasure condoms, item number 3-2-6-9-0-”

“no!” you gasp, reaching over to snatch the condoms out of yoongi’s hand before quickly tossing it back into the cart, “that- ha, i must’ve thrown those in there by accident, i don’t need those- i mean, not that i don’t need those, because safety is always a priority, but i just don’t need them because i’m not currently in a- in a position where i need them- like, i totally could be, don’t get me wrong, but i’m just choosing not to be-”

“never mind on the condoms.” yoongi clicks the button again before turning the microphone away from him and continuing to scan through your items with a smirk

look

it’s obvious that you like him — every time you come in here there are basically little pink hearts floating around your head

and it’s not that yoongi isn’t flattered (because he totally is) and that’s why he hasn’t called you out on it yet, he just likes the fact that it’s almost like he’s got you under a sick little spell

…what?? it’s not like he’s a bad person or anything, right? he’s just teasing!!

at first he thought you just really liked collecting points and that’s why you came so often, but then he started to notice that every time you were here, you’d only ever line up at his station even when the other ones had shorter lines

as a matter of fact there was one time that one of his coworkers was literally gesturing for you to come over to them and you stepped aside and let the person behind you go before happily skipping over to his station

even after that he thought that maybe he was being a little too cocky and assumed that you just preferred to have him check you out (ha) because he is a fantastic bagger, after all

but there was that one afternoon where you came in and he saw you grab ten packs of gummy worms before hurrying over to his station to check out and that was just... odd? 

it just seemed like you were willing to buy anything just to talk to him — so, yeah, it’s fairly obvious now that you like him

(and he must admit… you are definitely his type.)

“and… there’s your receipt.” yoongi hands you the flimsy sheet of paper with your card tucked underneath it, “you sure you don’t need those condoms? last chance.” he teases, smiling lightly when he notices your ears turning bright red

“yeah, i’m sure-” you cough, tucking your wallet back into your backpack before zipping it up, “i don’t know why you had to announce it to the entire store-”

“hey, i needed a price check! the box you grabbed had a scratchy bar code on it.” yoongi shrugs, pulling his phone out before plopping back down on his stool, “oh, y/n?”

“yeah?”

“see you tomorrow, you cereal killer.”

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[bangtaninink]

"so! i accidentally called you the 'love of my life' today. isn't that hilarious?" + fwb!taehyung <333

DRABBLE NUMBER......... 019 MEMBER............................ kim taehyung (v) AU......................................... friends with benefits

[ sms: TT ] are you busy? [ sms: _____ ] i just finished my last exam so nope ;-) [ sms: TT ] omg SAME [ sms: TT ] meet you at your place? ;-P

you're in the process of tying your hair up when you hear a knock at your apartment door.

"hey, hey, hey!" taehyung greets when you open your door, rustling a grocery bag in his grasp with a grin.

"you read my mind. please come in, good sir," you say with a gasp, comically bowing, hands clasped at your stomach, as he walks in, toeing off his shoes.

"this semester has been rough. i can't believe we survived it."

the both of you fall onto the couch with tired sighs, and you finish fixing your hair as taehyung unpacks the myriad of snacks he's brought over. he hands you a can of sprite, bringing his knees up to his chest as he sinks back into the cushions.

"no minah?" he asks, opening a can of coke for himself.

"nah, she's gone off with her girlfriend on that camping trip for the weekend since they're both done with their exams too," you reply. "if you didn't come over, i would have showered and spent the rest of the night walking around here naked."

his own can of soda stops halfway to his lips as he slowly turns to you.

"well. don't let me stop you from living your best life, babe; better yet, i can help you out with that shower if you want."

"do you think with anything other than your dick?" you say, snorting.

"normally, i would take offense to that. but, considering i most likely just bombed all my exams for this semester, you might actually be onto something," taehyung replies, ruffling his hair with a sigh.

"that bad, huh?"

"'bad' is a mild way to put it, dude. but, hey - we're here, we're alive, we're excited to no longer give a damn about corporate law for the next couple of weeks."

"wait. aren't you an art history major?"

"yes, i am, _____. yes, i am."

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your bedframe creaks as taehyung pulls you down onto his lap and thrusts into you simultaneously, two of his fingers in your mouth to tamper down your moans, lest you get another noise complaint from your neighbours. he hisses quietly when you accidentally bite down on his fingers at a particularly deep thrust of his hips, pulling his hand away from your mouth to cradle the back of your neck to flip the both of you around until you're flat on your back.

"that hurt," he says, pouting, hips still moving in a steady rhythm.

"sorry," you reply, chuckling softly. "keep going. i'm gonna come."

"maybe i shouldn't let you come since you bit me."

you let out a soft whine, lifting your legs to wrap around his waist as you grab his arms, back arching off the mattress.

"fuck, tae."

you moan, feeling the muscles in your body tighten as your orgasm washes over you, taehyung following not far behind, hips stuttering as he buries his face in the side of your neck with a groan and spills into the condom.

"dude," he says after a moment, breath tickling your skin as he pants. "i think i just figured out what the answer to one of the questions in my exam was."

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"so!"

you look up from your food, your forkful of pasta halfway to your lips as you watch taehyung nudge jeongguk down the length of the booth, the younger sighing as he slides his bowl of spaghetti down the table with him.

"is there a reason you're disrupting me and jeongguk's 'buy one, get one free' pasta right now?" you ask, raising an eyebrow.

"i accidentally called you the 'love of my life' today. isn't that hilarious?" taehyung says, laughing loudly, oblivious to the heads that turn in his direction.

"tch. i see you've been partaking in the devil's lettuce again, hyung," jeongguk says, eating a mouthful of pasta. "thought that was just a summer thing for you."

"who would you even saying something like that to?" you say, rolling your eyes, twirling fettucine around your fork.

"my mother! that makes it even more funnier, hey? anyways! nice chat, you guys. i gotta go catch up with jimin," taehyung says, sliding out of the booth with a clap of his hand on jeongguk's back, paying no mind to the way the younger coughs behind his fist, and the way you stare at him, speechless.

"did he just — oh god, this pasta's gonna kill me — say what i think he just said?" jeongguk says, groaning and drinking half of his glass of iced water.

"what the fuck was that?" you say, mouth hanging open. "is he serious?"

"i have no clue, noona. he's the only one i know that can tell a joke with a straight face."

"surely he's kidding."

"i dunno," jeongguk sing-songs. "remember that time he said he signed up for wood-carving classes, and we all didn't believe him until he gave us those weird, uneven spoons for christmas that gave everyone splinters?"

[satuguro]

grocery run

IN WHICH: kageyama runs out of condoms and goes to the closest store to buy more.

PAIRING: kageyama tobio x ukai’s daughter! reader

INSPIRED BY: she — harry styles, moment’s silence (common tongue) — hozier

WARNING: slightly nsfw, making out, lots of awkwardness

A/N: i saw something like this for suga so i got lots of inspiration from the original writer! i forgot who it was though so please tell me who it was! (update: it was @ nataliehaslostit) kags and the reader are also aged up and in their 3rd year. thank you for reading b

your lips trailed down his neck, breath fanning over his skin.

his eyes continued to stare at the recorded game, his face holding a stoic expression as he tried to ignore you. your kisses were turning sloppy now; open mouthed and wet and sending goosebumps up and down his skin. yet kageyama didn’t falter.

“tobio,” you dragged out with a groan, burying your head in his neck. three years of dating — could you imagine? — and he was still unresponsive to your neediness. you wanted him, and yet all he did was stare at the volleyball game.

he was tense and stressed out. you wanted to help him, that was all.

“just— hold on,” kageyama murmured, letting out a steady exhale that was quickly interrupted by a sudden intake of breath.

your teeth dug into his skin, the pleasurable pain making him freeze right in his spot. he could practically hear you smirk as you kissed up to his ear and sucked a mark right underneath it.

“tobio-chan,” you whispered, pride bubbling up in your chest as you watched his expressionless facade break bit by bit. “you’re stressed.” your voice was husky, sending tingles up and down his spine. you knew you had won. “take out all your stress on m.”

he stood up and turned to you, not wasting a second as he kissed you. your lips slotted over his over and over, your tongues mingling as you took each other’s taste in. the taste of the lollipop you had been sucking on before still lingered on your tongue; kageyama concluded it was cherry.

the back of your knees hit the edge of his bed, and you dragged him down as you fell back into his sheets. kageyama pulled away from you, his hair tickling your forehead as he hovered over you. a single line of spit connected your lips, and you swiped your cherry red tongue over your lips to break the connection. kageyama’s blue eyes had darkened at the act, brows coming down to knit together.

“you’re such an asshole,” he grumbled, and you laughed.

“right back at you, babe.” you grabbed his head and brought him down to you once more, lips feverishly moving against each other.

you hooked your leg over him and flipped you both over, making his body hit the bed and allowing yourself to straddle him. you felt his hand slip under your shirt, his cold fingers trailing against your skin and holding you.

you pulled away for just a moment to pull your shirt over your head. hastily, kageyama sat up and did the same, hungry eyes never leaving you, before he met you in the middle once again.

your hand moved up his chest, feeling his abs tense up under your cool touch. your hand went over his collarbones before finding its place right at the base of his neck. you squeezed ever so softly and felt him moan against your lips.

his hips bucked up against you, and you responded by grinding down against him. a wicked smile appeared on your mouth as you heard him whimper against you.

kageyama broke away from you, breathing labored as he moved to his bedside table, practically breaking it as he pulled it open. you leaned down to leave your mark on his neck as his hand messily rummaged through the drawer, searching for that familiar box full of foil packets.

tobio found the box empty.

“fuck!” he groaned, letting his head fall deeper into his pillow as he threw the box back into the drawer. “we’re out of condoms.”

playfully, you laughed against him. “you gotta get more, i guess.”

kageyama let out a louder groan, and you moved away from his neck and fell at his side. you poked his bare chest. “you know,” you hummed, “my dad’s store isn’t far from here. it’s the closest one.”

kageyama’s blood ran cold.

your dad. coach ukai. his volleyball coach.

“your dad works there,” kageyama said dumbly, making you bite back a laugh that threatened to come out.

“yes, kags. i know but it’s the nearest place. if you head there instead of going farther,” you dragged out, moving up to kiss his cheek, “you can come back quicker.”

kageyama looked down at you.

“pray for me, y/n.”

“i will, you big baby.”

┈┈ 𑁍༅ཾ༚ ┈┈

kageyama pulled the door open, ignoring the constant feeling of eyes on him as he stepped inside. the single ring of the bell above the door made fear race through his veins.

coach ukai was working the shift. your dad was working the shift.

he hated it here.

kageyama immediately moved behind a shelf before ukai could look up from his newspaper, his heart ready to fall out of his chest. never had he felt anxiousness like this. he felt like he wanted to cry and hide all at the same time, and the worst part was he was rock hard.

you really were an asshole. he had to get back at you later.

he heard ukai move on to another page, and he took it as his cue to start creeping around the aisles. tobio’s steps were as silent as could be as he crept around and between the aisles, making an extra effort to move onto the next aisle when he was out of ukai’s view.

since when was this store so damn big?

kageyama turned a final corner with as much speed and agility that he could muster. he looked down the aisle, desperately praying that the condoms were there.

he wanted to yell out in triumph when he saw the familiar packaging hanging from a hook.

he bounded over, grabbing the usual package with all the happiness he had. finally, kageyama could come back to you, where you were waiting in his bed half naked with your cherry lips and—

oh my god he had to pay.

his eyes were about to bulge out of his head and he was just about ready to shit his stomach out. he, kageyama tobio, had to waltz up to the cashier counter — where your dad, coach fucking ukai — worked and buy condoms to use with you. coach ukai’s daughter.

his hand hit his head with a single loud slap. kageyama hated it here.

kageyama ignored the bile that was ready to come out as he slowly trudged towards the cashier’s counter. he finally came out of hiding, but his head hung low and covered his eyes as he walked as slow as he could. his hand was behind his back as he held the box of condoms.

ukai head the soft squeaking of kageyama’s sneakers against the white tile of his store. he peeked over his newspaper with a cocked brow as he shit his newspaper and put it away. the cigarette in his mouth was grabbed by his fingers, and he tapped it on his ashtray before placing it back in his mouth.

ukai had always been protective of you. you were his daughter, his whole world, and the fact that you were dating kageyama never sat right with him. then again, the idea of you with any one never sat right with him. but he was as supportive as he was protective, and he learned to care for kageyama like he was his own son. just as long as he didn’t break your heart or do anything inappropriate.

god knows what he would do.

“kageyama,” ukai greeted gruffly as he leaned forward in his plastic chair. “it’s late. what’d you get?”

kageyama said nothing, his eyes down cast as he stood still. he was frozen on the spot right in front of your dad, unable to make out a single syllable that could save him from this overwhelming dread.

wordlessly, with a shaky hand, kageyama placed the box of condoms on the counter. he heard ukai choke on his air.

kageyama’s eyes were wide as he stared at his shoes. he wanted the ground to eat him up and leave him to die. never had he experienced something like this.

kageyama listened to ukai stop his choking as he pulled his hands behind his back and continued to look down.

“you just— i can’t— you’re—“ ukai couldn’t make out a single word behind the sudden stress that overwhelmed him. he put out his cigarette (which had quickly burned out) and lit another one. “don’t tell me you’re—“

“yes.” immediately, tobio regretted his response.

“on y/n?” ukai seethed, “my daughter?”

“... yes.” kageyama’s eyes flickered up for just a second, peering through the curtain of his hair.

ukai was staring at him with a dead calm look. he looked like he had calmed down from his choking, but he looked a little too calm. if he had to pick between ukai’s enraged look and his deathly calm look, kageyama would’ve picked the first option. if anything, this look was more ominous and terrifying.

“right now?”

“yes,” kageyama said through gritted teeth. he felt like his head was about to explode from the red faced expression he had.

ukai continued to stare at him, his eyes like lasers against kageyama’s head as he wordlessly scanned the box of condoms as quickly as he could. he avoided touching the box as if it was poison. he opened his mouth to growl the amount.

kageyama pulled out his money and put it on the table with incredible speed, his head still down cast. he said nothing as ukai took the money and pushed the box of condoms towards him with a nearby pen.

“take it.”

kageyama grabbed it and swiftly turned, making a beeline for the door. but before he could embrace the wonderful feeling of freedom, ukai’s voice rang in the air.

“we’re going to talk tomorrow. you, me, and y/n.”

kageyama’s eyebrows shot up and his eyes widened more than it was.

he hated it here.

[harryconcepts]

part ten!!!!

i have never smoked weed before but I want to with harry so bad 😵‍💫 you're out on the porch and he pulled your legs over his lap 😔 maybe some music is playing softly and I feel like he has pretty fairy lights on his porch 😔 it's still warm out but starting to get a little chilly so you have a blanket over the two of you 😔 and he def asks you to shotgun the first drag and you know it's just an excuse to kiss you but he insists it will be easier for you bc he's sweet like that 😔 and then you're both so chill and a little sleepy so you move to have your head on his lap and then he plays with your hair 😔 and then you go to bed earlier than normal all sleepy and in love 😔

I feel like harry loves trying new things in bed but he doesn't love initiating stuff bc he's worried you're not going to like it and he doesn't want to be pushy or make you uncomfortable so you've kind of figured out that he much prefers when you ask him for things or show him what you want 😌like taking his hand and putting it on your neck and squeezing so he knows how much pressure feels good or in guiding him to your hair for him to pull a little 😌

oooh yes harry buying condoms 😌 or what about him buying them WITH YOU 😵‍💫 you're grocery shopping and then he goes "just need to grab one more thing" and leads you over to the aisle 😌 and immediately you're blushing and looking around but he doesn't seem bothered 😌 and he picks one and holds it up to you and says "these?" and you're blushing even more and he just keeps talking 😌 he says "they're supposed to warm up, make things feel better for both of us" and he seems so pleased with your reaction 😌 he says "seems like you like the idea of those 😌" and then he's teasing you the whole ride home and as soon as you get inside you're jumping on him and ripping each other's clothes off 😌

i feel like slow lazy days with harry would always involve at least a few orgasms 😌like you're watching tv sitting against him on the couch and he has his arms around you and his hands on your stomach and then he slowly moves them down 😌 just rubbing you over your shorts at first but then he slips his fingers under the waistband 😌 and he doesn't even go straight to it, at first he's just running his fingers over you gently or playing with the hair 😌 and then finally he brushes his fingers over your cl*t and smiles when you breathe in sharply and tense up a little 😌 and he's just slow and gentle the whole time and whispering filthy words in your ear as you come on his fingers 😌

speaking of warming condoms why do I feel like harry would be so into lube that heats up 😵‍💫 he's obsessed with the way it makes you so much more sensitive and whiny for him 😵‍💫

he grits his teeth and says "I'm gonna come ... fuck fuck where do you want me to-" and you gasp a little and say "on my stomach" and he's nodding and pulling out to finish on you 😌

but what if you were Harry's first time without a condom 😵‍💫 like you're on bc and tell him you want to really feel him and he's just 😵‍💫 but he asks a few time if you're sure and once he knows you're really ok with it he's losing his mind 😵‍💫 and he goes down on you before bc he says " i don't think I'm going to last very long" and then after he's shaking as he comes down bc it was so intense but then he rolls over and crawls between your legs again and says "as a thank you" 😵‍💫

mmm yes waking harry up with a blowjob 😌 you've discussed it before and he let you know he is 100% ok with it 😌 so you somehow manage to wake up before him without stirring him too much and he sleeps naked most of the time so it's pretty easy for you 😌

what if you have a toddler from before you met harry and she's in her terrible twos era and he's so good with both of you 😔 he does stuff around the house and gets groceries so you don't have to worry about anything and he always offers to take her for the day but you say no bc she seems to be much worse with other people so he lets you do whatever you think is best and just helps however he can 😔 but then one day you get

called in to work and you don't want to have your mom take her on such short notice so you call harry and ask if there's any way he could watch her for the day and he says of course and he'll be right over 😔 and she's napping when he gets there so you're a little nervous about what will happen when she wakes up and you're not there but he reassures you everything will be ok 😔 and then you get home as fast as you can fully expecting her to be screaming and him be exhausted but you get inside and they're cuddling on the couch 😔 he's reading to her and her hair is all messy like she just woke up and she has her pacifier in her mouth 😔 she has a banket around her shoulders just all bundled up and leaning on him 😔 and he's reading so calmy and gently 😔 and you come over to sit next to them she doesn't even reach for you immediately like you thought she would bc she's so comfy with harry 😔 and he puts his other arm around you and gives you a kiss on the forehead before he keeps reading 😔

harry wins over your teenage daughter by talking about fashion and pleasing and then she gets alllll the free samples 😔 maybe they collab on a polish color or something 😔

my grandma always told me some babies just like guys more, they're calmer when their dad or brothers hold them and she said they might just feel more secure that way but Harry's baby would 100% be like that 😔he can calm her down when nothing else can 😔

ok thanks to the last anon im h word now and that is 100% something harry would do during sex 😵‍💫he says "need to hear you baby, need to know I'm doing a good job" 😵‍💫

ok wait harry saying try that again is so sexy like if you've been in a bad mood all day and you say something really snappy at him and he raises one eyebrow and says "you wanna try that again?" I'll scream and cry

yes bc i know harry is dominant physically and with words 😌 grabbing your jaw like anon said or pinning your arms above your head when you're making out on the bed 😌 and then also stuff like "you wanna try that again?" and "come over here"

he asks her why she can't sleep and maybe she had a bad dream and he's immediately being so good about it and saying bad dreams can be so scary but they're just dreams and they can't hurt you and then theyre talking and you watch her eyes start to droop more and more and finally she falls asleep with her head in your lap and her legs on him 😔 and you're apologizing and saying you can move her back to bed but he stops you can says he doesn't mind 😔

plssss your baby is just inconsolable and you don't know what else to try and then harry comes home and sees how stressed you are and immediately he takes her and is bouncing her a little and saying soft words like "how come you're so fussy today, hm?" just humming and rocking her and after a few minutes she's calmed down and snuggling into him 😔

and then the rest of the night he's barely talking to anyone else bc he keeps looking down at you with the softest look on his face 😔 he brushes some hair over your face or moves your head a bit so your face is a little more hidden bc he knows you wouldn't like to have people looking at you 😔 he makes sure to talk quietly so he won't wake you up 😔 and he just has his arm around you 😔

then you would argue over how your baby's gonna talk 😔😔😔😔 when she starts babbling he says "that sounded pretty english to me😌" and you say "stop corrupting my baby"

i want to tell harry all the interesting things I learn in my classes 😔 all the weird little fun facts or things I think are cool and I know even if he had no idea what you were talking about he would be interested bc he loves seeing you excited about things and he wants to be part of that 😔

harry after he takes a nap 😔 his hair is messy and his eyes are puffy and he's all warm and cuddly 😔 he just comes over to you on the couch and lays on top of you and buries his face in your neck 😔 and you say "my sleepy boy, you had a good nap hm?" and kiss his head 😔

laying around with harry and watching movies and only getting up for

snacks all day 😔 just laying in the weirdest positions on top of him to be comfy and he loves it 😔

doing yoga with harry 😪 maybe you're quarantined from travel or whatever and you're both losing your minds from boredom so he finds a course on the tv and brings out his yoga mats 😪 and you're both giggling bc you're not very good at it and keep falling out of the poses and at one point he almost falls on top of you 😪 and then he gets up to stand behind you and puts his hands on your hips to "correct your form" even tho you both know he just wants to touch you 😪

omg new bf harry would be a little hesitant to be his normal touchy self bc he doesn't know what you're ok with and he doesn't want to do anything to make you uncomfortable but then when you tell him you like it he becomes the most touchy baby ever 😔always hugging you and kissing your face and putting his hands on your hips or wherever he can reach 😔 he just loves feeling close to you 😔

I think someone brought this up a while ago but the thought of watching porn with harry is so 😵‍💫 like he brings up the idea and you think it sounds fun so after a few minutes of searching (and ofc he reads the names out loud to see you blush) he settles on one that seems appealing to both of you you're just on the bed next to each other 😵‍💫 and you're both getting kind of worked up and his voice is all strained and needy and he says "will you touch yourself for me? I just need to see you- please just touch yourself" and your eyes go wide bc you've never done this in front of anyone but you trust him so much and the video is turning you on too so you nod and slip your hand inside his boxers that you're wearing 😵‍💫 and his eyes go straight down to your hand and it's driving him crazy bc he can't see exactly what you're doing but he knows it's making you feel good from the way you're biting your lip 😵‍💫 and then you gasp a little and say "I want you to do it too, what you to feel good with me" and he's nodding and getting his pants off faster than you've ever seen before 😵‍💫 and then you're both just getting yourselves off and occasionally looking at the tv but mostly just looking at each other 😵‍💫 and then when he's getting close and he can tell you are too he says "please take the shorts off, want to see all of you please please take them off" and ofc you can't say no to him so you take everything off so he can see you 😵‍💫 and then you go back to touching yourself and he tips his head back and says "I'm so close, are you- can you cum with me?" and you nod even though your eyes are closed bc it's feeling so good and then he grabs your jaw to kiss you 😵‍💫 and you're barely even kissing you're just moaning against each other's lips when you cum together 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 and then you just collapse onto him and he falls back against the pillows and pulls you to his chest 😵‍💫

imagine dry humping with harry 😵‍💫 like you haven't had sex yet and obviously he's completely respectful but you're strating to get really frustrated and you can tell he is too 😵‍💫 every time you kiss for more than a minute or two he gets hard and you're a mess in his lap 😵‍💫 and he acts like it's nothing and tells you to just ignore it but one day you start grinding on him while you're kissing 😵‍💫 and he grabs your hips and makes a little pained moan and says "I'm going to cum if you keep doing that" and you whine and lean in to kiss him again and say "it feels so good, please" and he's so unbelievably turned on but he still finds it in him to tease you so he smiles and says "might be a little embarrassing for both of us, but I'll go with it" and then you're moving your hips even more on him 😵‍💫 and he holds your hips to control your movements and before you know it you're burying your head in his neck as you cum 😵‍💫 and then he's a little out of breath but he says "I've never felt that good doing that, you must be magic" and turns his head to kiss all over your face 😵‍💫

nooo your little girl always calling him mr styles 😔😔😔😔😔 and he thinks it's so cute he

doesn't even correct her or anything he just goes with it 😔😔😔

I feel like harry is sooooo touchy during sex and he loves to run his hands all along your body and just generally be all over you 😌 he's a tad obsessed with finding what things make you shiver and gasp and arch your back and he likes doing those things over and over until you're begging him to make you come 😌

wait omg the concept the other night where your daughter always calls him Mr styles or Mr harry and then he starts calling her miss whatever her name is 😔 like (just picking a random cute name) she says "hello mister harry" and he smiles so big and says "hello miss emmie"

omg and then every time he asks to watch the baby for the day you're like 🤨 fine 🤨 but no more super expensive clothes 🤨 and he's all yes of course 😌 we'll just go to Target if you insist 😌 and then he comes home with at least one designer thing and you're like 🤨harry 🤨 and he goes "she told me it's what she wanted what was i supposed to do" and she's just looking between the two of you wearing her tiny little gucci shoes 😭

harry would get your baby matching clout goggles and then one day you come home and they're in the pool wearing them 😭 he has one of those floaty things for her and they're both just chilling in the water 😔 maybe his back is turned to you so he doesn't see you at first and you hear him talking to her and saying how they both look so good in their sunglasses 😭

made mac n cheese and it was so so delicious 😌 now I'm thinking of making food late at night with harry 😔 maybe you're both jetlagged and are having trouble adjusting your sleeping and eating schedules so you're in bed trying to fall asleep but finally you just end up throwing off the covers and going into the kitchen together and rummaging through the cupboards to find something 😔 and he pulls out a box of mac n cheese and your eyes light up and he says something like "we have a winner" and starts getting everything ready 😔 and then he lifts you to sit on the countertop and he stands between your legs and puts his hands on your hips while you're talking 😔 I just think that's the cutest position ever 😔 and then he interrupts you with a kiss every few minutes and then goes "sorry, sorry, keep talking" 😔

noooo him meeting your little baby 😔 she's such a sweet girl and loves everyone she meets so she's all over him right away 😔 and ofc he loves babies so he'd be having a great time talking to her and listening to her babble all day 😔 and then when you've been with him for a while and he notices you've been really stressed lately he offers to take her for the day 😔 and you're all "no you don't have to do that im fine" but he insists and says you deserve a break 😔maybe he schedules a massage for you and tells you you're not allowed to do any chores or errands today bc it is a day for you to relax 😔 and then when they come home that night your baby is decked out in Gucci and harry has at least 5 bags in his arms and he says "couldn't help myself, we went on a little shopping trip 😌"

ok but imagine having a sexy dream about harry while he's in bed next to you 😵‍💫 maybe he hasn't fallen asleep yet bc he's reading and he offered to turn the light off but you said it's fine and he can stay up. so then a few minutes later you're out and then he hears you making a few little noises 😌 and at first he thinks you're having a nightmare so he's putting his book down so he can wake you up but then he hears something that is definitely a moan and he's like oh 😌 I see 😌 and then he sees that you're starting to push your hips down against the bed and he can't take it anymore so he leans down to shake you gently 😌 and he's leaving little kisses on your neck and whispering for you to wake up 😌 and then you finally gasp and sit up and immediately start blushing bc you remember your dream and he goes "were you having a good dream? what was it about?" acting all innocent like he doesn't know and you just blush more and quickly say "nothing" before he can tease you more and he says

"no? sure sounded like something to me, maybe we should act it out?" as he keeps kissing your neck and shoulders

no he's such a demon he would say something like "you can't stop thinking about me even in your sleep I see 😌"

harry would def ask you to undress him and the thought of undoing the buttons on his shirt while he watches you so intensely makes me 😵‍💫 you can tell he's thinking about all the thinks he wants to do to you and he doesn't mention it when he notices your hands are shaking he just smirks and keeps his eyes on you 😵‍💫

after a kind of intense night with harry he would be so soft 😔 holding you against his chest and stroking your hair 😔 shushing you gently and telling you how good you were and how much he loves you 😔 then he says he needs to get you cleaned up and he gets up to start a bath 😔 and ofc he gets in with you and cleans you off and washes your hair for you 😔 then when you're all clean and dry he cuddles you so close in bed 😔 and he's not wearing a shirt so you can feel his warm skin on yours 😔😔😔😔😔

or harry making you look at him during sex 😵‍💫 he gets off on eye contact so he grabs your chin and moves your face to look at him 😵‍💫 and he probably says something filthy like "look at me when I'm making you feel good" 😵‍💫

the way harry would be obsessed with the little noises you make in your sleep he would think it's so cute and he would be so soft when you sigh or make little whimpers from a dream you're having or if you talk in your sleep sometimes he would think it's adorable 😔

i fear harry loves spoiling you 😵‍💫 like one day when you come down for breakfast (which he made for you) he pulls you into his side and kisses your head and says "morning baby" and asks how you slept 😔 then he tells you that whenever you're dressed and ready he's taking you shopping 😌 and you already know he's going to buy everything you look at so you're already shaking your head and you say "no I feel bad that you spend so much money on me-" and he goes "I just want to do good for my baby, you deserve everything you want" and you're kind of like well when you put it like that 😌 and then all day he's just following you around and going into whatever stores catch your eye and spending sooooo much money bc he can and he wants to 😌 and he buys a few things for himself like matching rings or something cute like that 😔 and he carries all your bags for you and refuses to let you do any of that 😌 and then when you get home he asks you to give him a little fashion show even though he knows everything you bought but he says "i want to see my girl show off a bit" 😌

so I work at a craft store and the other day this couple came through and the lady bought a whole bunch of stuff and then I told her the total and she was trying to get her card out of her wallet but before she even got it out the guy pulled out his card and paid for it 😔 and if that isn't the cutest most harry thing I've ever seen 😔 he would do that all the time 😔

no omg he would get so soft when you do little things for him 😔 he would be like "oh my god thank you 🥺 you didn't have to do that 🥺" and like anon said he would def pull you into his side and kiss your forehead and then clingy on you all night bc he loves you so much 😔 and it would be funny bc he regularly spends hundreds of dollars on you without you even asking and he doesn't bat an eye but the second you do something like refilling his drink or getting him coffee he would be like 🥺 baby 🥺🥺🥺🥺