#(kidding i am the one standing there nodding eagerly)

[vortexbloom]

Phainon, mydei and anaxa (separate) x fem reader romantic

Platonic for the children

Like them as a parent and they have a kid with fem reader, the kid feel lonely because they don't have a sibling and aunty aglaea request the kid to ask their parent about having a sibling.

The kid thank aunty aglaea for the solution and start to run towards their home feeling so exited to ask their parent about having a sibling, when the kid arrived in their house the kid start to search for the parents

when they see the character and fem reader in the living room or the kitchen, the kid start to walk towards the father and ask for a sibling, make both of them suprised by the kid's request meanwhile fem reader's face flushed red as tomato.

The father is eager to have another kid with fem reader and tell the kid that they will give them a sibling, the kid cheer and thank their parents. When the kid leave the parents, the husband feel smug and start to hug their wife from behind and whisper some word, while the male's hand caressing the fem reader's stomach.

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BFKJYBSLYBDLSNDBXKSMS I genuinely love this request 😍😍

Your Child asks you and your Husband for a Sibling (Separate OneShots)

Pairing: Phainon/Mydei/Anaxa x Female Reader

Fandom: HSR (Honkai Star Rail)

Warnings: Might be a lil bit spicy, fluff

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Masterlist - Honkai Star Rail

Masterlist - Genshin Impact

Moodboards - Genshin Impact

Masterlist - Marvel

Boycott List

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English isn’t my first/native language, so there might be misspellings etc.

I do NOT own any Characters !

Have fun reading this :D

The golden glow of the afternoon sun filtered through the grand windows of your home, casting long shadows across the room. You were curled up in a chair, enjoying a rare moment of quiet, while Phainon sat nearby, casually skimming through a book. His elegant fingers traced the edges of the pages, but his attention was easily drawn away the moment your daughter burst into the room.

"Mommy! Daddy!" she called, her little feet pattering against the floor as she rushed toward you both.

Phainon arched a single brow, closing his book with deliberate slowness. "Yes, little one?"

Your daughter huffed, hands on her hips, looking far too serious for someone her age. "I want a baby brother or sister."

Silence.

You nearly dropped your cup. Phainon, ever composed, simply leaned back in his chair, blue eyes glinting with curiosity—and something undeniably amused.

"Oh?" he mused. "And what has made you decide this?"

"Auntie Aglaea said I should ask!" she declared proudly. "She said if I tell you, then you’ll make it happen!"

You groaned inwardly. Of course Aglaea was behind this.

Phainon hummed, tilting his head slightly. "Is that so?"

Your daughter nodded eagerly. "She said that if two people love each other very much, then they—"

"That’s enough wisdom from Auntie Aglaea," you interrupted swiftly, your face heating up.

Phainon let out a soft, low chuckle, clearly enjoying your reaction far too much.

"But I really want a sibling," your daughter continued, looking between the two of you expectantly. "Please?"

Phainon exhaled, setting his book aside before standing up. He moved with his usual grace, stepping toward your daughter and crouching to meet her gaze. Then, with an elegant smile, he reached out and gently ruffled her hair.

"You are quite lucky, little one," he murmured smoothly. "Because your wish has already been granted."

Your daughter’s eyes widened in delight. "Really?! I’m getting a sibling?"

Phainon nodded. "Yes. You’ll have a younger sibling soon."

She let out a happy squeal, jumping excitedly before rushing off. "I have to tell Auntie Aglaea!"

As soon as she disappeared down the hall, you let out a long sigh, placing a hand over your forehead. "I am going to kill Aglaea."

Phainon chuckled deeply, his amusement evident as he stepped behind you, his arms wrapping around your waist.

"You should be thanking her," he murmured, his voice a low, velvety purr against your ear.

His hands slid over your stomach, his touch warm and deliberate, caressing the gentle curve there. His fingers traced slow, lazy circles, a silent promise lingering in the air between you.

You shivered. "She’s meddling again."

Phainon hummed, his lips brushing against your temple. "Perhaps," he mused, "but she does have a point."

You exhaled, leaning into his embrace as his grip tightened, possessive yet tender. "And what point is that?"

“That it won’t hurt to have another child,” he whispered, his voice laced with something darker, something deeper. "After all…why not have a fourth member for our family?"

Your breath caught, heat rushing to your face. "You’re impossible."

"And yet," he purred, nuzzling against your neck, his fingers still caressing your stomach, "you wouldn’t have me any other way."

You sighed, relaxing into his hold. He was right. And somehow, you knew that Aglaea would be very, very pleased with the outcome of her meddling.

The soft hum of conversation filled the grand dining hall as you sat at the long table, enjoying a peaceful evening meal with Mydei and your son. The delicate scent of freshly prepared dishes lingered in the air, the atmosphere calm, unhurried.

For once, everything was tranquil.

Until your son suddenly set down his fork, puffing out his chest with all the determination of a warrior about to embark on a quest.

"Mommy! Daddy! I want a baby brother! Or a sister!"

You nearly choked on your food.

Mydei, in contrast, remained perfectly composed, leisurely twirling his wine glass between his fingers as he looked at your son with mild amusement. "Oh?"

Your son nodded enthusiastically, his little hands gripping the edge of the table. "Auntie Aglaea said I should ask you! She said if I really, really want a sibling, I should keep asking until you say yes!"

You let out a long sigh, already feeling a headache forming. "Of course, she did."

Mydei set down his glass, his expression unreadable. "And what would you do with a younger sibling, champ?"

Your son brightened. "I’d teach them everything! Like how to run fast, and how to sneak extra desserts from the kitchen when the chefs aren’t looking!"

You shot him a look. "You’ve been sneaking extra desserts?"

"…No?"

Mydei chuckled, resting his chin on his hand, his golden eyes gleaming with amusement. "A noble cause, indeed."

Your son clasped his hands together in a pleading motion. "Please? I promise I’ll be the best big brother ever!"

Mydei let the silence linger for a moment, his expression betraying nothing—until he finally leaned forward slightly, his lips curling into a small, knowing smile.

"You need not worry," he said smoothly. "You’re getting that sibling."

Your son froze, blinking rapidly. "Wait… REALLY?!"

Mydei nodded. "Yes. Soon, you will have a younger sibling."

Your son let out an excited shout, nearly knocking over his chair in his rush to stand. "I have to tell Auntie Aglaea!" He bolted from the room, his voice echoing down the hall, "Auntie Aglaea, it worked!!!"

You sighed and rubbed your temples. "That woman is too involved in our lives."

A deep chuckle rumbled behind you, and before you could react, Mydei’s arms slid around your waist, pulling you against his chest. His hold was firm yet impossibly gentle, his presence warm and grounding.

"Oh cmon, having a second child wouldn’t hurt, hm?," he murmured, his voice a silken purr against your ear.

His long fingers traced slow, deliberate circles over your stomach, his touch sending a shiver down your spine. His gestures were possessive, reverent, as if he was savoring this moment, the reality of your growing family settling between you.

You exhaled, placing your hands over his. "Well….I guess you‘re right."

Mydei’s smirk was audible in his tone. "Good to know that you think like this."

He pressed a slow, lingering kiss against the curve of your neck, his hands never leaving your stomach. "After all," he whispered, his voice dipping into something darker, more intimate, "this is a future I desire just as much as you."

You sighed, relaxing into his embrace, fully aware that Aglaea would be unbearably smug when she heard about this.

And yet, despite her meddling, you couldn’t bring yourself to be annoyed.

Because in the end, your family was growing.

And that was all that mattered.

The quiet of the evening was broken by the sound of your son rushing into the living room, his footsteps heavy with determination. You looked up from your book, eyebrows raising at his sudden entrance. Beside you, Anaxa remained in his usual state of calm composure, his dark, piercing eyes following your son’s movements without a flicker of emotion.

"Mom! Dad!" your son exclaimed, bouncing up to you both with wide, eager eyes. "I want a sibling!"

You blinked in surprise. "A sibling?" you echoed, unsure if you’d heard him right.

Your son nodded fervently. "Yep! Auntie Aglaea said I should ask you if I want one. She said it’s the best idea ever!"

Anaxa raised a brow. "Aglaea, was it?" His lips curled into a small, knowing smile, though his voice remained soft, laced with a hint of amusement.

"Yeah! She said I should ask for a brother or sister!" your son continued, clearly excited by the thought. "I’ll be the best big brother! I promise!"

You felt a sudden weight in your chest. Of course, Aglaea would encourage this.

Your husband’s expression didn’t change, though his eyes softened slightly as he regarded your son. "So, you want a sibling?" Anaxa asked, his tone surprisingly gentle.

Your son nodded vigorously. "Uh-huh! Someone to play with, someone to teach all the cool stuff I know!"

Anaxa’s lips twitched upward in the smallest of smiles, but he kept his tone steady as he replied, "Well, I guess we’re going to have a new member for our family soon."

Your son’s eyes widened, and he froze for a moment. "Wait, really?!"

Anaxa nodded. "Yes. Soon, you’ll have a younger sibling to play with."

Before either of you could say another word, your son jumped up, his face breaking into a wide grin. "I have to tell Auntie Aglaea! She’s gonna be so happy!" He bolted out of the room, barely pausing to look back as his laughter echoed down the hall.

You let out a deep breath, rubbing your temples. "Aglaea is absolutely going to gloat over this."

Anaxa chuckled softly, the sound low and smooth, before he shifted behind you, his hands finding your waist with practiced ease. He drew you back against his chest, his presence warm and solid, comforting.

"I suppose we should thank her for this," he murmured, his voice rumbling through you like a gentle wave.

You snorted softly, though the smile tugging at your lips betrayed your amusement. "Thank her for giving our child ideas?"

Anaxa’s breath was warm against your ear as he leaned down, his lips brushing your temple in a light, affectionate kiss. "She only pushes us toward things we both want, my love."

You leaned back into his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat as he caressed your stomach in slow, deliberate movements. His fingers were gentle yet firm, a reminder of the strength he wielded and the tenderness he reserved for you.

"Soon, you will carry our second child," Anaxa said, his words low and thoughtful, as if savoring the moment.

Your heart fluttered, and you placed your hand over his, feeling the warmth of his touch seep into your skin. "I wasn’t expecting this… but I’m glad. I want this too."

Anaxa pressed a kiss to your neck, his arms tightening around you ever so slightly. "I know, my love. You and I make a good team. And soon, we’ll have more laughter in this house."

You turned in his arms to face him, gazing into his eyes—those dark, stormy eyes that held so many secrets, yet in this moment, they were full of something softer. Something more tender.

"I love you," you whispered, your voice full of quiet affection.

Anaxa smiled, a rare, genuine smile that softened his usual sharp features. "I love you too, my dear. And now, we get to watch our family grow."

As the warmth of his embrace surrounded you, you felt the weight of Aglaea’s meddling lift off your shoulders. Your family was expanding, and that was all that mattered.

Have a good day/night/evening/morning/afternoon ☼꥟☽

[tender-rosiey]

Can u do a drabble with jjk men where their child gets into a physical fight?

"MY KID IS NOT GUILTY, YOUR HONOR!"

— when your kid with gojo, sukuna, nanami, geto, and toji gets into a fight (f!reader)

GOJO SATORU:

your husband happily swings your hands together, as you walk to the principal’s office. meanwhile, you’re worried sick about s/n and what happened to him.

satoru rubs your hand reassuringly before slamming the door open and yelling, “did you win?!”

your eyes widen, but before you interject, s/n replies back enthusiastically, “yes, I did!”

you hurry to your son, kneeling in front of him to check him thoroughly.

you let out a sigh of relief when you see that he isn’t hurt in any way. sensing your distress, he hugs you. “I missed you, mama,” he says, snuggling into your neck.

“me too,” you smile and almost get lost in the moment, but then you hear a camera shutter. you look back and see your husband, holding a camera.

“oops, don’t mind me, hun.”

the dad of the other boy—who you didn’t notice was even there—stands up, livid, “can you take this a bit more seriously?! my son is injured!”

you’re about to reply yourself, but then satoru beats you to it. he stands right in front of the man and looks down at him, “surely, you’re not yelling at my wife, right?”

the man stumbles back into his chair, and satoru stares him down, making him sink even further into the chair.

the mother then speaks to you, “what your son did is unacceptable! look at how my baby is right now!”

looking at the other boy, you decide that the mother has every right to be mad. his nose is bleed profusely. you’re pretty sure it’s broken.

you look at your son and quirk an eyebrow, “s/n? what happened?”

“I was showing my friends the picture I got of you, and he said you were ugly! he can’t do that!”

your husband turns back and gasps, “he did what?!”

as if the dad himself is the one that is getting scolded, his eyes get teary.

meanwhile, you see the mother whispering to the boy, and he nods, ashamed. she looks back at you and says, “however, what your son did is not acceptable.”

“I know that the reaction was a bit much, but what your son did is also unacceptable,” you answer with your son nodding behind you.

“well—can you not be so close to my husband?” she snaps at satoru, whose cursed energy is increasing.

“you and your husband need to get taught a lesson if you raise a kid that’s so stupid he thinks my beautiful, divinie, and drop dead gorgeous wife is ugly,” he states, and the lady finds herself shrinking back beside her husband.

the little boy also scrambles into his parents’ embrace.

you place your hand on satoru’s forearm, and he immediately relaxes.

you smile and press a kiss to his cheek then pat your son’s back before instructing him softly, “you have to apologize for hurting him so much, though, s/n, okay?”

your son, ever the obedient sweetheart when it comes to you, looks at the boy, “I am sorry, but you should be sorry too!”

the other boy nods, crying, “I am sorry!”

your son nods, satisfied with the answer. your husband then picks s/n up and spins him around as he sings his praises, “I am so proud of you for defending mama like that! so so proud!”

the boy grins happily and hugs his dad. satoru then raises his finger, “but you gotta know that people are weak, so we can only do this to them all the time.”

your son nods eagerly, before wiggling to the ground. he runs to you, excited to tell you about his day. you grin and listen to him happily, ignoring the crying family on the other side.

your husband kisses the top of your head before turning to the principal with a smirk, “so, principal, is there anything you would like to say?”

“I am gonna piss myself.”

RYOMEN SUKUNA:

you dragged sukuna to the principal’s office, after you got a call of a major incident happening involving him. your husband insisted on dismissing it, but you just had a feeling that something is seriously wrong.

you both enter the office, eyes immediately falling on your son who is sitting unbothered on the chair. meanwhile, the principal is resting his elbows on the desk and striking a pose that could only be described as trouble.

when s/n sees you two, his eyes light up, and he runs to give you—and only you—a hug. sukuna scowls, “what about me?”

“you said you don’t like my hugs,” your son huffs, averting his eyes away. sukuna stares at him for a second, before picking him up by the scruff and placing him in his arms.

the boy looks at his dad, shocked, before snuggling into his embrace.

your husband leans his head just a bit on s/n’s head. you both then direct your attention to the waiting principal.

the principal taps his fingers together, but sukuna grumbles, “are you not gonna talk?”

you stifle a giggle—which sukuna notices and you notice the slight smirk now present on his face. the principal looks up at the three of you then speaks slowly, “well, you see…”

he looks up, “your son set my car on fire.”

a few beats pass.

then your husband barks out a laugh, one so hearty that it catches everyone but you off-guard.

the principal looks incredously at sukuna. your son tilts his head in confusion, before sukuna ruffles his hair, “how did you even do that? seriously, that’s my son for you!”

the boy thrives off his dad’s praise, and they get lost in their world, as your son details how he orchestrated everything.

the principal frowns, vexed. he clears his throat to speak up, “sir, I think you might have misheard. I am saying your son—”

“did I ask you to repeat yourself?”

the tone leaves no room for discussion, and it also sends shivers down the principal’s spine. your little boy snickers, and you side-eye him, effectively shutting him up.

the principal shakes his head slowly, then he looks at you for help.

truthfully, the man has every right to be both terrified and offended cause what the hell kinda is able to set a car on fire and act so nonchalant about it? it’s the kinda kid with a dad who backs him up for it.

however, the man assumes that voice of reason is you.

you want to help, but you’re just too tired. so, you smile, “I understand that what happened is harsh, sir,” he lights up, then you continue, “but surely, you can get a new one, right?”

the man pauses and looks at you with wide eyes, before spluttering, “wha—ma’am, you can’t be serious—"

“surely, you. can. get. a. new. one. right?” you glare.

the man nods frantically.

sukuna smirks pridefully, and he wraps an arm around you, pulling you close. he leans his face near your ear and whispers, “my kinda woman.”

you smile and wrap your arm around his waist and squeeze his hip in return. you both exchange affectionate bedroom looks, forgetting about the frightened principal.

meanwhile, s/n looks at you guys, wrorried, and murmurs, “mom, you’re scarier than dad.”

despite what he says, s/n jumps into your arms and nuzzles against your cheek. your husband rolls his eyes with no real annoyance behind them.

with all the courage left in him, the principal smiles nervously and stutters, “you—you can leave now; I sincerely and deeply apologize for the hold up.”

nobody moves an inch.

“…please leave.”

NANAMI KENTO:

you, your husband, and your daughter are now seated in the principal’s office.

you are waiting for the other kid and her parents to come in as well. you’re tapping your feet, restlessly, but kento lays his hand on your knee and rubs it gently.

he nods at you, and you smile.

you know your daughter would never fight unprovoked. said daughter gets off her chair and climbs into your lap. she hugs you tightly, and you instantly start petting her hair.

she lets a small sigh, but then the principal enters the office with the other parents in toe. you see your husband’s eyes narrow, before he leans close to d/n and asks gently, “isn’t that the girl you said was bullying your friend?”

your daughter nods intensely and whispers back, “she was about to hit her today, and you told me not to let people bully others! that’s why I hit her.”

you pat her head, and she grins. kento hums then nods, “I get that, but couldn’t you get a teacher, sweetheart?”

“the teacher would’ve taken too long!” your daughter huffs, and she is right. but, there still is a lesson that she needs to understand.

the principal clears his throat and sits in his chair. “well mr. and mrs. nanami, your daughter has inflicted pain on a friend of hers—”

“bullies aren’t my friends!”

good saying, but this probably isn’t the time. you pat her back, and she instantly understands what you mean, so she—begrudgingly—calms down.

the principal continues, “as I was saying, she hit her classmate, and as you can see, it left a bruise. such violent acts are prohibited in this respected establishment.”

“shouldn’t bullying be prohibited as well?” you ask, and the man splutters.

“that doesn’t happen—”

“i can assure you that my wife is speaking the truth,” kento backs you up, “if you would like, we can check the cameras or what the teachers say regarding the environment you’re fostering.”

your daughter’s head starts spinning from the big words.

your husband places a hand on the top of her head before resuming, “while I acknowledge that my daughter shouldn’t have been physical in defending her friend, you ought to acknowledge that what the other girl did was also unacceptable.”

“and since you want to solve the root of the problem, shouldn’t you punish the one that did the bullying and warranted my daughter to act in defense?” you press on, and the principal gulps.

the father of the girl stands up, “my princess would do no such thing—”

“your record isn’t that pretty either, so I suggest you sit down,” you say with a smile, and it does the trick. the man immediately sticks to his wife—who has said nothing, and you assume it’s because she knew what her daughter did.

everybody keeps staring at each other for a while, with your daughter having a staring contest with the other girl.

“we will deal with our daughter accordingly,” kento speaks up as he stands up, straightening his suit, “but we expect that the girl is also held accountable for her shameful actions. thank you.”

you and d/n get up, and the three of you exit the office—like icons. kento holds your hand and d/n’s, and you giggle, “did you see how they looked?”

“should you be encouraging d/n about laughing at others?” your husband asks with a small quirk of his eyebrow. you nod confidently.

“if they’re rude then yes!”

he shakes his head helplessly with a smile. then your daughter looks up to kento as you are walking and says excitedly, “dad, I won!”

your husband looks down at her then smiles gently, nodding as he gives her a thumbs up. you raise your eyebrows and gasp lowly, “hypocrisy?”

“hmm, I don’t know.”

GETO SUGURU:

your daughters hang off their dad’s back as you guys head to the principal’s office. they squeal and giggle, and suguru has an ever-permanent smile.

he is holding onto your hand gently and says, “don’t worry; I doubt that the girls actually caused damage.”

“I know, but what I am curious about is why they would get into something,” you reply, pensive, “I know my daughters very well,” you smile, and the girls grin.

they start chanting your name, clapping, and saying I love you a million times.

you open the door slowly and are met with the principal standing in front of his desk and a girl standing on top of it. your eyebrows furrow in confusion, as you all enter.

your husband wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you close. he tilts his head, “so, what’s wrong?”

the man drums his fingers on the desk, leaning back, “your daughters have ganged up on my daughter.”

the both of you take a moment to examine the girl from afar. there seems nothing wrong with her: no bruise, no blood, no nothing.

you exchange looks, and you take the turn to speak up, “your daughter looks okay to me.”

the man huffs and crosses his arms, “she was hurt emotionally! severely too!”

the girl nods strongly and pouts. her dad gasps and hugs her. he then starts coddling her before asking her, “what did they say to you, sugarplum?”

“they said that I looked like a mole rat, daddy!” she replies, hand on her chest as she ‘falls’ to her knees, “and—and that’s only one of the many bad things they said!”

the man gasps yet again and starts comforting her.

you and your husband let out a snort, barely containing your laughter. the girls puff their chest in confidence. you and suguru look at each other with a poorly hidden grin, and you get caught.

the man fumes, “you’re laughing at my dear sweet princess sugar?!”

“no, we are laughing at the insult,” you reply.

“it’s quite creative,” suguru chuckles before turning to the girls who have long let go of him. he kneels down and asks them, “why did you guys do that?”

“she pulled my hair!” one of the twins spoke.

the other chimes in, “and she made fun of me.”

“oh.”

just from that word alone, you can tell which path your husband is gonna take in continuing this conversation. you have a half a mind to make him summon rainbow dragon to take you home.

you just wanted to know the reason, and suguru is probably never going to leave it at that. forget how ‘calm’ he usually is, his family should never be insulted.

“…see, this why you’re all a bunch of monkeys.”

“monkeys!!” the twins scream in unison.

this time both the principal and the daughter gasp incredulously. your secretly a diva of a husband carries your girls then holds your hand before exiting the office.

he walks in silence, and you quirk an eyebrow, “so, what are you going to do, mister ‘filthy monkeys’?”

“I have a feeling that you’re making fun of me, honey.”

“and that feeling would be right.”

the girls settle on his shoulders, freeing his arms, and he takes the chance to tickle you. you squeal, “suguru, stop! I am serious! not in public!”

“but you’re being mean, sweetheart,” he mock pouts, “such bad things you’re saying.”

your roll your eyes, and you guys continue on your merry way back home.

that event passed by like a breeze, but for some reason, the school has been appointed a new principal because the last one went missing.

I wonder why.

FUSHIGURO TOJI:

“relax, ma,” your husband says as he rubs your shoulder in hopes of comforting you, “the kid is surely fine; he is our son after all.”

“I know, toji! but what if he did get hurt?” you fret then scowl, “I swear to god, if they harm a single hair on megumi’s head, I will make them wish they were never born!”

toji smirks lightly and ruffles your hair, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, before opening the door. he sees megumi sat, arms crossed and frowning.

involuntary, toji lets out a sigh of relief, and you waste no time in going to your son and checking on him, bombarding him with questions.

“did you get hurt?”

“no.”

“did he hurt you?”

“no.”

“are you okay?”

“yes.”

“are you sure?”

“yes, mom, I am fine,” megumi murmurs, cheeks heating up at your affection. toji chuckles at the display before looking at the principal.

the man purses his lips before sighing, “your son has beaten up jay.”

you and your husband blink silently. then your husband tilts his head, “who?”

the principal grits his teeth before standing up. he crosses his arms before huffing, “jay, the son of the town’s mayor! that boy is as important as his father, yet your son has so brazenly hurt him!”

you frown, “I don’t care who he is, and I am sure that my son won’t hit somebody for no reason!”

megumi nods, and you smile at him.

you pat his hair gently, and he reluctantly leans into the affection. meanwhile, toji has been listening silently before turning to megumi and asking, “who the hell is that?”

“the one with the sea slug hair,” he replies instantly. you let out a hum of recognition.

your husband stares blankly before he clicks his finger, “oh,” he then looks at megumi and ruffles his hair with a small grin, “I hated that kid’s dad—good job.”

megumi lets out a small smile before giving his dad a thumbs up. you roll your eyes with no real annoyance behind them and side-eye toji.

toji chuckles then looks at the fuming principal. the man, now red in the face, yells, “mr fushiguro, that is unacceptable behavior from both you and your son!”

“…okay?”

you shake your head and usher megumi out of the room. you and toji share a look, before you close the door. the moment it clicks, your husband turns to the principal with a blank face.

he takes a few steps, stopping right in front of the man. toji grabs the principal’s shoulder then speaks lowly, “you won’t speak of this, ‘kay?”

he nods frantically, face contorting as he tries to compose himself. toji smirks and heads to the door with a small wave, “see ya never, teach.”

your husband finds you and megumi in the school’s garden.

he sees megumi and yuuji—his friend—playing together, while you relax on the bench. for some reason, toji feels a wave of warmth flood his chest as when he sees you and megumi smiling.

yuuji yells something to you that makes you laugh heartily. toji feels himself relax and smile just slightly. it’s moments like these he feels ever so grateful to have you in his life.

and he swears to forever protect you and megumi. he has acknowledged a long time ago that his only wish is to be by your side.

that’s why, in no time, he is behind you, effectively blocking the sun. you look up from where you’re sat to your husband.

“hey pretty,” he hums.

you chuckle as he rests his elbows on the bench, “slain?”

he grins, “slain.”

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@tkingfisher, this feels like a You thing. (It's definitely a Me thing.)

I’m the world’s worse advocate for wasps. Everytime I see people repeating bees=nice good pollinators wasps=bad stinging meanies, I face a deep internal struggle trying to explain how they are important to the environment without explaining wasp facts that freak them out in ways they never even thought

[sodavizz]

— Christmas Won't Be The Same Without You.

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Pairing: Daisuke x GN! Reader

Warnings: None, just fluff again :3

Wc: 1.3k+

Author's Note: Tadaa!! It's almost Christmas time baby! I'm super duper excited as it is already half of November!! Are you all ready to celebrate it, cause I sure am!

The snow was falling softly outside, coating the world in a blanket of white. The small town where Daisuke had grown up was quiet, the streets lined with festive lights and decorations. Inside his parents' house, however, there was nothing quiet about it. The living room was alive with the hum of Christmas music playing softly in the background, the scent of pine and cinnamon filling the air, and the soft crackle of a fire burning in the hearth. It was the perfect Christmas setting, and you were sharing it with Daisuke.

“Can you believe it?” Daisuke said, his voice full of excitement as he stood beside you in the entryway. His eyes sparkled with that familiar joy you adored. “Christmas at my parents’ house. I'm sure they're just as excited you are to meeting each other!”

You smiled at him, feeling a warmth spread through you as he took your hand, pulling you into the house. “I’m really happy to be here with you, Daisuke. This place feels so… cozy.”

His grin widened. “It’s definitely cozy. And my mom’s cooking is legendary, so get ready for some serious holiday feasting. You might not even have room for dessert by the end of the night.”

You laughed, feeling your stomach growl at the thought of what awaited. You’d heard a lot about Daisuke’s mom’s cooking, but this would be your first time tasting it. You could already smell the roast turkey and baked goods wafting from the kitchen.

The house was warm, full of life, and adorned with decorations that felt like they had been carefully placed with love. Christmas stockings hung from the mantle above the fireplace, each one bearing a name stitched in gold thread, and a grand tree stood in the corner, its branches weighed down with ornaments, tinsel, and fairy lights. The atmosphere was peaceful but bustling, with Daisuke’s parents—his mother in a festive red apron and his father pulling drinks from the fridge—filling the space with energy and laughter.

Daisuke led you to the living room where his family was already gathered. His parents, always warm and welcoming, greeted you with open arms.

“Ah, there you are, so you're the one my son keeps going on and on about!” His mother beamed as he mumbled something to her, seeming embarrassed she would expose him about that. She then stepped forward to give you a hug. “We’ve been waiting for you both. Everything’s ready for dinner, but we can always add more if you’re hungry before the big meal!”

“You must be starving after the drive!” his father added with a grin, holding out a glass of eggnog. “Don’t be shy, help yourself.”

You chuckled and accepted the drink, glancing over at Daisuke, who was practically glowing in his own way, standing close by with a proud smile.

“You must be excited to have us here,” you teased.

He nodded eagerly. “Are you kidding? I’ve been counting down the days to Christmas here with you and my family. I think I’ve spent almost every Christmas here since I was a kid, and this time it’s even better because you’re with me.”

The sincerity in his voice made your heart skip a beat. There was something about being here, in the warmth of his family’s home, surrounded by love, that made everything feel like it was falling into place.

“I’m really happy to be here, too,” you said softly, meeting his gaze. “It feels so... right.”

Daisuke grinned and reached for your hand, giving it a gentle squeeze before turning to his parents. “I think it’s time for us to get the party started! We still need to do the Secret Santa exchange, and I’m pretty sure everyone’s excited for that.”

His mom laughed. “Oh yes, we can’t forget about that! We all got something special this year, so I hope everyone’s ready for a little holiday fun.”

Dinner was a true feast. The table was piled high with everything you could imagine—roast turkey, mashed potatoes, gravy, stuffing, roasted vegetables, and an assortment of freshly baked rolls. In the center, a large cranberry sauce dish sat alongside platters of sweet potatoes and baked brussels sprouts. Daisuke’s mom had clearly outdone herself, and as you dug into your meal, you could tell that everyone was savoring each bite.

Between mouthfuls, you shared stories with Daisuke’s family, laughing and chatting about everything from your childhood traditions to more recent adventures. Daisuke’s dad was particularly fond of telling embarrassing stories about Daisuke when he was little, which had everyone in stitches. Daisuke, for his part, seemed unbothered by it all, even joining in with some of his own stories about his mischievous younger days.

But it wasn’t just the food or the laughter that made this night feel special—it was the way Daisuke kept glancing at you with that soft, affectionate look in his eyes, the way his hand would subtly brush against yours under the table, or how he’d pull you close during moments when no one was looking, as if to remind you that this was your time together.

--

After dinner, Daisuke insisted on taking you outside to see the backyard, which, as it turned out, had a stunning view of the town covered in snow. The Christmas lights from nearby houses reflected off the snow, creating a soft, magical glow that made the night feel like something out of a holiday movie.

“Come here,” Daisuke said, wrapping his arm around your shoulders and guiding you to the porch. “This is one of my favorite parts of Christmas—just looking out over the snow. My family used to come out here every Christmas Eve when I was younger and just… enjoy the peace.”

You stood with him, watching the snow fall gently, the cool air brushing against your skin. His presence beside you, his warmth, was enough to make everything feel even more magical.

“I never imagined I’d get to spend Christmas like this,” you murmured, leaning into him. “It’s been perfect.”

Daisuke smiled down at you, his fingers threading through yours as he pulled you a little closer. “I’ve been looking forward to this for so long, just to share it all with you. Christmas is better when you’re with the people you love, and that’s all I want for us.”

You leaned up to kiss him, the moment soft, gentle, and full of meaning. When you pulled away, Daisuke’s face was alight with happiness, his eyes sparkling.

“Merry Christmas, the most beautiful person I've ever seen,” he said softly.

You chuckled at his compliment as you stared deeply into his eyes in an, oh such affectionate way.

“Merry Christmas, Handsome,” you whispered back.

Later, as the evening drew on, everyone gathered around the tree for the Secret Santa exchange. You’d gotten Daisuke’s mom, and after some playful teasing, she opened the gift you’d picked out—a beautiful hand-knitted scarf, which she immediately wrapped around her neck with a delighted laugh. Then, Daisuke gave you your gift, a small box wrapped with care. When you opened it, you found a delicate silver bracelet with a charm that read together, a reminder of how far you’d come and how much you meant to each other.

You blinked back tears as you hugged him, your heart swelling with gratitude. “I love it, Daisuke. Thank you.”

“I’m glad you like it,” he said, his voice full of affection as he kissed your forehead. “This is just the beginning of our holiday together. I want to make this Christmas the best one yet.”

As the evening wound down, the two of you snuck off to a quiet corner of the living room, away from the laughter and chatter, to enjoy each other’s company in peace. With the soft glow of the Christmas tree lights surrounding you, Daisuke wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close.

“This is all I ever wanted,” he whispered, his voice full of love. “To be with you, here, now.”

And in that moment, surrounded by the warmth of his family, the love between you, and the gentle snowfall outside, you knew he was right. It didn’t matter where you were, as long as you were together.

“Merry Christmas, Daisuke,” you whispered, kissing him again.

“Merry Christmas,” he replied, smiling softly, his heart as full as yours.

[onlyhereforthestories]

Snowstorms and Spiked Cocoa (Leah Williamson x Reader)

Day 12! I am not so sure about this one but it turned out okay I think. Sometimes I struggle to word things how I want to.

The snow had started as a gentle dusting that morning, swirling softly outside the windows as you and Leah sipped on coffee, watching the grey sky grow brighter. It was cozy inside her apartment, and the two of you had planned to run some errands and maybe grab lunch after the snow settled. But by noon, the light snowfall turned heavy, thick blankets of white covering the streets outside and so those plans would need to change.

Leah peered out the window, squinting as if that would change the forecast. “We’re not going anywhere, are we?” she asked, turning to you with a wry smile.

You laughed, wrapping your arms around her shoulders. “Not unless you have a sled hidden somewhere. And clothes that are ten times warmer than these.” You said whilst tugging at her thinner cotton pyjamas she was currently wearing.

Leah pulled you close, a playful grin on her face as she slapped away your tugging hand. “Well, guess we’re in for the long haul,” she murmured, nodding toward the couch. “So how about we make the most of it?”

Within a few minutes, you’d transformed the living room into a winter sanctuary. The two of you grabbed all the warm blankets you could find, piling them on the couch and adding a few extra pillows. Leah even lit some candles, their warm glow casting a golden hue across the room, mixing with the white glow of the snowy world outside.

“What’s a snow day without some hot chocolate?” Leah said, her tone already daring you to disagree.

You grinned, standing up. “Add a splash of something special?”

She raised her eyebrows in approval. “Absolutely.”

A quick trip to the kitchen later, you returned with two steaming mugs of hot cocoa, each topped with whipped cream and a sprinkle of cinnamon, with a generous splash of Baileys added in for good measure. You handed Leah her mug and snuggled next to her on the couch as she scrolled through the holiday movie options.

She held up the remote, looking between you and the screen. “So, where should we start? Classics, rom-coms, or those cheesy made-for-TV movies?”

You feigned a thoughtful expression. “I say we go for the classics first. Home Alone?”

Leah’s eyes sparkled, and she eagerly selected the movie. “Good choice,” she said, grinning. “I’ve been quoting Kevin McCallister since I was a kid. Bet I know every line.” Even though she said it jovially, you knew secretly she was competitive enough to believe this.

As the opening credits rolled, you wrapped yourself in the blanket and leaned into her, the warmth of the cocoa, the Baileys and Leah’s arm around you making you feel entirely content with the change of plans. For a while, you just enjoyed the movie, laughing at the iconic scenes and quoting lines along with her. Every time a new trap was set, Leah gasped dramatically, elbowing you with exaggerated shock as if she was watching it for the first time and didn’t know that was what was going to happen.

“Look at him,” she said, laughing as Kevin outsmarted the burglars again. “Kid’s a genius. I’d be terrible at setting traps. My version would probably be me just hiding under a blanket hoping for the best.” You snorted, picturing it.

When the movie ended, you took a break to stretch and grab some popcorn. You handed her the bowl as you settled back in, scrolling through the lineup. “What’s next? Feeling more nostalgia or something cheesy?”

Leah’s eyes lit up mischievously. “Oh, cheesy, definitely. Let’s go for one of those Christmas rom-coms.”

She selected a feel-good holiday romance where the characters predictably met under a snow-covered tree in the city centre and exchanged longing looks with holiday lights twinkling in the background.

“Alright, you’re going to have to try really hard not to laugh through this,” you warned her, already grinning.

“Oh, I’m ready,” Leah said, nodding with mock seriousness. But just a few minutes in, you both were struggling to keep it together, pointing out the clichés and over-the-top scenes. Every time one of the characters had a “holiday epiphany,” Leah nudged you, trying her best to keep a straight face.

“So, wait,” Leah said, pausing the movie and turning her body to face you which was tricky as you were pretty much laying on top of her. “This girl just runs into a guy who’s conveniently single, successful, loves Christmas, and has nothing else going on?”

You nodded, rolling your eyes dramatically. “Of course! Isn’t that how life works?”

She laughed, shaking her head. “And all she has to do is realize her true feelings right before Christmas Eve? That’s it?”

“Exactly,” you said, holding up your mug. “Holiday magic.”

She shook her head, still laughing. “Unbelievable. It’s… it’s so bad that it’s so so good!”

The storm raged on outside, but you barely noticed, wrapped up together in the warm bubble you’d created. Each movie you chose brought its own little bit of holiday spirit, and between the cocoa and the cozy blankets, time seemed to drift by peacefully. By the time you’d watched a few more, the light outside had begun to dim, casting the snow-covered world into soft shadows.

Leah reached over to grab another blanket, wrapping it around both of you as she leaned in close. “Best snow day ever,” she murmured, her eyes soft and full of warmth as she looked at you. “I can’t remember the last time I just slowed down like this. Took a day to do nothing at all and not had an issue pop up because of it.”

You placed a soft kiss on her cheek before pressing another to her lips when she puckered them at you. “I love it too. I feel like we never get this kind of time together, just the two of us, no distractions, no interruptions.”

She smiled, her fingers intertwining with yours. “You’re right. It’s nice to not have anything pulling us away for once.”

As she hit play on the next movie, this time a comedy that neither of you had seen before, you snuggled even closer together. Determined to make the most of the quiet time and the warmth you had created throughout the day. Every so often, Leah would mutter something funny about a scene, or you’d giggle as she made faces at the overdramatic dialogue. It was like a little bubble of holiday festivities, untouched by the world outside and the normally full calendar.

Halfway through, you took her hand, lacing your fingers through hers. She looked down at your intertwined hands and gave your fingers a gentle squeeze.

“Let’s make this a tradition,” she said softly. “You, me, maybe snow, and every Christmas movie we can handle.” You didn’t live in a place you could rely on snow, in fact you were kind of lucky to get it this year.

You grinned, resting your head on her shoulder. “Deal. Only if we add in our famous hot cocoa with a little extra kick.”

Leah laughed, taking a sip from her mug. “Always,” she promised.

When the final credits rolled, Leah didn’t move to select another movie. Instead, she just sat there, her head resting against yours, her breath soft and steady.

“Thank you for today,” she whispered, breaking the quiet. “I didn’t know how much I needed this.”

You turned to her, feeling a warmth that went beyond the blankets, the cocoa and the alcohol. “Thank you for making it so wonderful.”

[shomatoriashi]

7/30/24: 11:15am

yandere!sung jinwoo x fem.reader

{ request - oneshot }

- the academy arc -

@nyashykyunnie asked: KYUNNIE COMING IN CLUTCH AND SHALL DO A REQ BECAUSE BLESS UR SOUL FOR LETTING ME DO A REQ!!! MWAHHHHH!!! Hmo... Childhood friend reader x Jinwoo who went back in time >;3. He was always the chill typea boy best friend but ever since bby had puberty and became tall n hot he suddenly became... A little more posessive hehehehehehe. And what Jinwoo doesnt know is reader is secretly transmigrated and was his biggest fangirl for a long time and instead of being scared of Yandere!Woo they giggle at his murderous spree when she discovers that woowoo is going yandere over her heheheh Otherwise, go crazy bby>:3

warnings: unedited; petty bullying; violence; blood mention; gore; body horror; possessive and obsessive behavior

disclaimers: i do not condone such behaviors in real life; since this is purely a work of fiction, anything goes and i am willing to portray this creatively in the best way possible.

you are 5 years old, and your parents just moved into a quaint apartment complex. they were excited to be able to live in a space that they could call their own while surrounded by friendly neighbors.

as you busied yourself with your sketchbook, drawing ocean waves with colorful fishes swimming in them with your crayons, you heard a knock at the door. your ears perk up at the sound, and just as you were about to answer it, your father stops you with a stern expression. he calls out your name before gently reminding you, “what did papa tell you about opening doors? you should always let your mama or papa answer first, okay?”

you twist at the strands of your hair while pouting at him, giving your father a hesitant nod before following him to the front door. you hid your face behind the back of your father’s legs, eyes peeking curiously forward the moment he unlocks the door.

settled directly before you was a family that seemed to tower over you. you saw what looked like a tall young man and woman greeting your dad with kind smiles. in the woman’s arms was a baby wrapped in blankets, but what perhaps caught your attention was a little boy that hid himself behind his mother’s legs.

with your fascination growing with each second that passes, you slowly move away from your father’s legs while the little boy does the same. his grey eyes seemed to take you in, the blush dyeing his pale cheeks a rosier hue as the woman gently calls out to him, “jinwoo, go on and talk to her. she’s the same age as you, and i’m sure you’ll have fun.”

with his mother’s permission, the boy (jinwoo, it’s such a nice name), gives her a nod before standing before you, taking a hold of your hand. “wanna play together?”

you give him an eager nod, leading him to the floor of your living room as you showed him your sketchpad and the various drawings you had. as you turned the pad to a fresh page, you shyly offer your crayons to jinwoo, asking him if he’d like to draw anything. he gives you a smile while eagerly nodding at you.

and just a few moments later, when your father and jinwoo’s parents enter your home, they would see two giggling kids drawing while laying flat on their stomachs, basking in their imaginations all while knowing that this was a friendship that would last a lifetime-

you and jinwoo would become inseparable ever since that fateful day.

{ … }

days go by, quickly turning into weeks as the weeks slowly morphed into months while the months carried the ever changing seasons leading up to the new year-

and you found yourself here, 10 years later, ready to begin your first year of high school. you look at your reflection, adjusting the ribbon settled on your collar while brushing back your hair. you had plans of leaving your apartment 15 minutes ago-

however, jinwoo specifically told you to wait for him; that he was the one that would walk you to and from school as an extra means of protection (whatever that meant.) as you look at your clock settled on your desk, seeing how close it was to being 8am, you let out a huff and began marching out of your room-

only for your face to come into contact with a hard wall of muscle, earning a gasp from you. massaging at the slight ache felt against your nose, you look up to see jinwoo smiling down at you, already standing at nearly 6 feet despite only being 15 years old. a smirk graces his features when you feel him playfully flick at your nose, “ready to head to school?”

you grumble when he teases you, ready to walk ahead of him when he wraps his arms around your waist. he keeps you close to him, making your eyes go wide when he walks out of the apartment with you. he sees your mother doing the dishes and announces your departure, earning a knowing smile from her, “have a good day at school you two!”

before you could answer, jinwoo closes the door, a strange, dark look crossing over his expression as you trembled a bit in response. he shoves a hand in his pocket, using his other hand to hold onto yours as he interlocks them together. you take note of his expression and ask, “are you okay? you seem… upset.”

his expression immediately changes, eyes going back to its normal hue of grey when he looks back at you all while playfully ruffling your hair. “i’m fine, no need to worry your pretty little head over me.”

jinwoo then proceeds to annoy you, making kissy faces at you as he tries to get closer to you. you end up laughing while struggling to maintain your balance on the sidewalk, noticing how he still kept his gloved hand hidden within the pockets of his coat. admittedly, you had some anxiety pertaining to your first day of high school, yet with jinwoo’s constant teasing and jokes, you felt yourself becoming more comfortable as time passed.

arriving at your high school, jinwoo remains close to you, standing in the midst of a crowd of student while interlocking his fingertips with yours. as you stood together, ready to enter the school and start your day, you became achingly aware of several girls excited whispers. from your periphery, you notice the way they point their perfectly manicured nails at him.

“hey, he’s cute…”

“and so tall too…”

“ugh, why is he with such a plain girl though? don’t tell me they’re dating?!”

“no way! i’m sure she’s his pathetic best friend or something! hehe, i bet she gets friendzoned by him all the time.”

you purse your lips at the sounds of their giggles and harsh words, yet jinwoo squeezes your hand in yet another reassuring manner, moving slightly forward to block your view of them. you give him a grateful smile, seeing jinwoo meet your gaze before giving you a wink.

when the bell rings, you and jinwoo both enter the school together, ready to begin your first day. despite being in different classes, jinwoo was adamant in walking you to your class, frowning all the way. as you stand in front of the classroom, jinwoo places a hand on your shoulders, eyes seemingly glowing when he tells you, “if anyone dares give you any trouble at all, you tell me, okay?”

you giggle and awkwardly shuffle your feet from side to side, “i think i’ll be alright, jinwoo… but, thank you for your concern.”

he returns your smile with a strained one, ready to head back to his own class as he never once looked away from you. only when he disappears into the corner of the hallway did you let out a shaky breath.

surely, you had nothing to worry about, right?

you were bound to have a completely normal day at school, right…?

{ … }

and oh, how wrong your assumptions were!

you had barely finished the day, ready to meet jinwoo for lunch when your exit was blocked off by another student. she was a haughty girl that wore an expensive, ruby pendant that was shaped in a delicate rose while hanging by a thin, golden chain. it was clear that her family had money, as she was dressed in all the accessories and clothes that seemed to accentuate the beauty of her silvery blonde hair and startling green eyes-

a beauty that was used to getting what she wanted-

and a girl that shared your class.

you didn’t bother to know or even recall her name, since all she did was increase your anxieties with her mere presence alone.

“i see you walk into school today with what has to be the hottest guy in our class. so what’s a mousy little thing like you doing with a gorgeous guy like him?”

bile was felt rising up the confines of your throat as you held your sketchbook closer to your chest. the girl sneers at you, already reaching out a hand to snatch away at your sketchbook. you gasp, trying to get it back from her as you felt the tears dot your vision. “please, give that back! that sketchbook means a lot to me!”

buried within those pages were various sketches and stories that you and jinwoo shared, and if she were to ruin them, then all would be lost to you. you watch as her green eyes flash with malicious intent, already opening up your sketchbook as she idly flipped through the pages with a bored expression on her face.

it was when she flips to a random page that she sees the various sketches of jinwoo you had kept, her smile suddenly widening as she tore off the page and folded it, placing it within the confines of her pocket. “now this i can keep. as for the rest…”

her feign sigh of reluctance was all you could hear when she began ripping the rest of the pages out of your sketchbook, tearing up the pages into as many tiny shreds her hands could handle before tossing them up into the air, allowing the torn pages to fall like flower petals in the wind.

by now, your tears blinded you, making you fall to your knees as your heart broke with each torn page that lands on the ground. your breathing became uneven as the girl lets out a tiny “oops!” in response, finally walking away from you while tossing aside her silky hair.

you had no idea how much time you spent gathering the pages in the empty hallway, already knowing that lunch was nearing its end. as you were so focused on picking up the torn pieces of your sketchbook, you were unaware of heavy footsteps approaching you, calling out your name.

“hey, what are you doing? lunch is almost over-“

upon recognizing jinwoo’s voice, you allow your teary eyes to meet with his gaze, seeing them darken before flashing purple. “who did this to you?”

he ignores the ruined sketchbook and focuses his attention on you. picking up your shivering form, jinwoo places your face against his chest, allowing the front of his jacket to soak up all of your tears. several seconds pass when you were finally able to tell him what had happened. “it’s just… i-i wanted to meet you, b-but a girl in my class stopped me from going to you. s-she was mad that i was with you this morning and… she… she tore up my sketchbook while keeping my sketch of you.”

jinwoo’s hands stopped threading through your hair when he lowly asks, “who is she? what’s her name?”

you tremble upon hearing the dark tone of his voice and admit with a shaky sigh, “i don’t know her name… i just know that she’s pretty, with silvery hair and green eyes.”

jinwoo hums at this new information, keeping your face pressed against his chest to hide his expression of sheer rage from you.

soon, you wouldn’t have to deal with such trash like this ever again.

{ … }

you had filled 240 total pages inside of your precious sketchbook-

(jinwoo knew this since he was the one who religiously asked to see each drawing, read each story, painted within those pages)

and for all those 240 pages that had been so callously ripped out from your sketchbook, he had cut park yeon a total of 240 times with his daggers.

it was easy to lure her to him after school. jinwoo had made up an excuse to you about needing to talk to the coach and sign up for track, reassuring you to go home first and that he’ll text you later. with you out of sight and in the safety of your home, he then works on luring yeon to him.

her green eyes were blazing with a possessive hunger for him, following him with little question to the back of the school. he recalls the way yeon fuels his rage by telling him how she was made for him; how she was all he could ever need.

needless to say, she didn’t get a chance to speak further the moment jinwoo slices through her throat, cutting off her vocal cords as he began his revenge on her.

the night air was thick with the scent of blood when he looks down at the girl’s now lifeless body. his glowing eyes manages to dim down, his anger and fury now dying down to a simmer of annoyance as he now had a body to deal with. before he calls upon his soldiers to take care of the evidence, jinwoo’s eyes take sight of the glittering, rose pendant hanging loosely from the girl’s neck, a smirk gracing his features when he leans down to carefully release its clasps from her neck as he held the gorgeously crafted necklace within the palm of his hand.

{ … }

park yeon was not in class this morning, and you briefly wondered what had happened to her-

yet perhaps more-so than that was jinwoo’s sudden absence as well. feeling more concerned about your best friend, you recall how this morning, jinwoo’s mother had told you he had already gone to class, having an early meeting with the track team-

yet when you tried searching for him, he was nowhere to be found.

you check back on your phone when you ultimately decided to make your trek back to class, seeing no reply from jinwoo. letting out a sigh, you enter class and sit at your desk. as you worked on getting out your notebook from your desk was when you felt something cold against the palm of your hand.

your eyebrows were furrowed when you manage to pull out whatever lay deep within the confines of your desk-

only to see a ruby rose pendant covered in dried flecks of blood.

your mouth goes dry at the sight, making you swallow thickly before a wide grin paints your features.

sheer giggles of delight were heard coming from your parted lips as you held in your hand the same pendant that bitch had flaunted when she tore apart your sketchbook. grateful that no one was around, you continued to laugh, never once stopping as you cradled the necklace close to your chest.

jinwoo had done something about it after all!

and you couldn’t have been happier.

of course, you knew about him and his deepest secret.

you knew that he was the shadow monarch and had somehow reversed time to save the world-

you knew of how the two years he went missing was to take on the monarchs by himself-

and you knew that you had his heart within the very palms of your hand, for he had held yours since the very beginning.

back when you were a mere civilian and he had saved you from beasts that escaped the gates-

back when all you could see was himhimhimhim!

and now, that same man was all yours; with fate somehow placing you within his life the moment your parents had moved into the same apartment complex he had lived in all those years ago…

and now, he would never leave your side so long as you played your cards right.

forcing yourself to calm down, you adjust your blouse and put on the necklace, allowing the blood stained rose to settle against your collarbone as you hid the pendant with the fabric of your blouse. once it was all buttoned up, you adjust your blazer and smiled innocently at your classmates that started to walk in while your phone was felt vibrating against your desk. sliding open the screen, you smile when you saw a text from him:

[ my monarch 👑: sorry i wasn’t able to walk you to school today, i wanted my gift to you to be perfect. let’s meet up for lunch later, and i’ll give you a brand new, leather bound sketchbook to make up for the one you lost :) ]

[ you: that’s okay, my love! i look forward to seeing you again. thank you for the gift, i love you ♡ ]

[ my monarch 👑: i love you, too. always. ]

smiling at your phone’s screen, you give jinwoo’s profile picture a light kiss, all too eager to see him again when you dutifully turned your gaze forward and began taking notes, doing your best to hide your smirk when your teacher questions park yeon’s absence.

end notes: this feels like the most, true to genre yandere story i have ever written and i am so sorry for this, especially if it’s not my best work 😭🙏🏻

all stories are written by rei; please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works!!

[freshl6ve]

𝐂𝐇𝐑𝐈𝐒. 𝐒 | 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐇 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐓

❝ 𝟐 𝐘𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐅𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐇 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄! ❞

⭑.ᐟ : 𝐈 𝐚𝐝𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐚 𝐬𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬, my fingers gliding flawlessly over the dials. I glanced up at Chris, who was eagerly awaiting instructions.

“Okay, Chris, now turn this way,” I instructed, gesturing with my free hand. The sunlight streamed through the studio windows, casting a warm, natural glow on Chris' features as he pivoted towards me.

Chris struck a casual yet confident pose, his eyes sparkling with anticipation. I observed him through the lens, framing the shot carefully.

“Perfect,” I called out, the camera shutter clicking. “That's a great one. Let's try a slightly different angle.”

Chris adjusted his stance, his body moving effortlessly into another pose. The fabric of his clothes clung to his form, emphasizing the quality of the designs he was modeling.

I continued to give directions, my voice steady and encouraging. “That's it, just a slight tilt of the head... Yes, just like that. Perfect.”

We continued the photoshoot, both of us falling into a rhythm. Chris' natural charisma and charm shone through in each shot. He radiated confidence and joy, making my job as the photographer easy.

“You're killing it,” I commented, my fingers working the camera. “These photos are going to be incredible.”

Chris chuckled, his eyes meeting mine briefly before turning back to the camera. “It's easy when I have a great photographer to guide me.”

I stepped back from the camera, scrolling through the shots I had captured. The images were vibrant and full of life, perfectly capturing Chris' energy and charm.

As I continued to browse through them, I noticed Chris approaching me, his eyes fixed on the camera's display screen. He came to stand beside me, curiosity in his gaze.

“Can I take a look?” he asked, gesturing towards the camera.

I nodded and handed the camera over to him. He took it gingerly, scrolling through the gallery of images.

Chris' eyes widened as he saw each shot, a broad smile spreading across his face. “These are amazing. You've really captured me perfectly in these.”

Chris looked up from the camera, a mischievous gleam in his eye. He handed the camera back to me and crossed his arms.

“You know what would make this even more fun?” he asked, a smirk playing on his lips. I raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. “What's that?”

“You should model some of these designs too,” Chris suggested, a hint of challenge in his voice.

I laughed nervously, feeling a twinge of embarrassment. I shook my head, waving off the suggestion. “Oh, no way,” I protested. “I'm no model. I wouldn't know the first thing about it.”

Chris chuckled at my response, a reassuring smile on his face. “Are you kidding? I'm not a pro either,” he replied. “I just have fun with it. That's what matters.”

He extended his hand towards me, gesturing for me to take it. “Come on, it'll be fun. Just give it a try.”

I paused for a moment, considering Chris' words. His enthusiasm was contagious, and a part of me was intrigued by the idea. After a moment's hesitation, I gave in and took his hand.

“Alright, fine,” I relented, a small smile tugging at the corners of my lips. “I'll give it a shot.”

Chris' eyes lit up, a mix of excitement and anticipation on his face. He led me over to a nearby clothing rack, from which he pulled out one of his Fresh-Love designs.

“This one will look great on you,” Chris said, handing me the shirt.

I took it, feeling the soft fabric in my fingers. The design was simple yet stylish, with a touch of edginess. I slipped the shirt on, the material feeling comfortable against my skin.

I tugged at the shirt, adjusting it to fit just right. I took a look in the mirror, surprised at how well the design suited me. The fabric hugged my figure in all the right places, and the edgy touch added a certain flair.

Chris watched me with a satisfied smile, visibly pleased that the shirt looked as good on me as he had hoped.

“See? You look amazing in it,” Chris praised, his eyes taking in my outfit.

I blushed at his compliment, unused to being the center of attention. “Really? I feel kind of silly, standing in front of the camera,” I admitted, fidgeting with the hem of the shirt.

Chris held the camera, a reassuring smile on his face. He could see the doubt in my eyes, but he was determined to help me overcome it.

“You've got this,” he encouraged, his voice steady and calm. “Whenever you're ready, just let me know. I'm here to guide you.”

I took a deep breath, feeling my nerves slowly start to settle. I trusted Chris and his ability to bring out the best in people.

“Okay,” I said, my voice a bit shaky. “I'm ready.”

“Perfect,” Chris nodded, the camera in his hands. “Just do what feels natural. Don't think too much about it.”

I stood before the camera, feeling a mix of self-consciousness and anticipation. Taking another deep breath, I tried to relax and follow Chris' advice.

I moved my body, mimicking the poses I had seen Chris do earlier. It felt awkward and unnatural at first, but as I continued, I slowly started to feel more at ease. Chris' words of encouragement echoed in my mind, helping me to forget about my insecurities.

“That's it,” Chris praised, his voice filled with genuine excitement. “You're doing great. Just keep going.”

I felt a small surge of confidence at his words. I let go of my inhibitions and allowed myself to enjoy the experience, posing for the camera with a growing sense of playfulness.

After the photoshoot was done, Chris and I settled down at my desk, the camera memory card loaded into my computer. We sat side by side, scrolling through the images. The room was filled with a comfortable silence as we focused on the screen.

“These turned out really well,” Chris commented, his eyes flicking from one photo to another. “You've got a real talent for photography, Y/N.”

I chuckled, a small smile playing on my lips. “You're not so bad yourself,” I replied, meeting his gaze.

Chris chuckled in return, a hint of pink spreading across his cheeks. He leaned back in his chair and scratched the back of his neck, his eyes still fixed on the screen.

“Yeah, I guess I didn't do too badly,” he said, a touch of modesty in his voice.

As we continued looking through the photos, one in particular caught Chris' attention. It was a shot of me, my head thrown back in laughter. The camera had captured the moment perfectly, freezing my joy in time.

“I love that one,” Chris said, a small smile on his face as he pointed to the image on the screen. “You laughed so genuinely. It's beautiful.”

I felt my cheeks grow warm at Chris' words, a mixture of flattery and embarrassment washing over me. I didn't quite know how to respond, so I simply turned my focus back to the computer screen.

Chris continued to scroll through the photos, carefully selecting the ones he wanted for his website. We worked in a comfortable silence, occasionally pausing to discuss a particularly striking image.

Time had flown by as we worked, and now the sun was beginning to set outside the studio window. Golden light streamed in, bathing the room in a warm, golden hue. The studio looked almost magical as the shadows lengthened and the air grew slightly cooler.

“Man, I didn't realize it was getting so late,” Chris commented, stretching his arms above his head.

I glanced out the window, taking in the beautiful sunset. I couldn't help but admire the way the light played off of Chris' features, making him look even more handsome than usual.

“Yeah, time really got away from us,” I replied, turning back to the computer. “But I think we got some great shots for the drop.”

I glanced out the window, taking in the beautiful sunset. I couldn't help but admire the way the light played off of Chris' features, making him look even more handsome than usual.

“Yeah, time really got away from us,” I replied, turning back to the computer. “But I think we got some great shots for the drop.”

“Definitely,” Chris agreed, leaning back in his chair. “The fans are gonna love these.”

We both fell silent for a moment, the peaceful atmosphere of the room seeping in. The setting sun cast long shadows across the floor, making the room feel intimate and cozy.

I pushed back my chair and stood up, my muscles tight from sitting for so long. I walked over to the large window, gazing out at the sprawling city below. The sun had almost dipped below the horizon, the sky a beautiful gradient of pinks and purples.

Leaning against the window, I stretched my arms high above my head, relieving the stiffness in my back.

“It's amazing how much the city changes at sunset,” I commented quietly, my eyes taking in the view.

Chris stood up too, joining me by the window. He placed his hands in his pockets, his gaze following mine as he took in the cityscape below.

“You think we'll ever get tired of this view?” he asked, a small smile playing on his lips.

I shook my head, a sense of contentedness washing over me. “I don't think so,” I replied. “I could look at this all the time and never get bored.”

Chris leaned his shoulder against the window, his eyes fixated on me as I took in the view. He watched as the last rays of sunlight danced across my face, his gaze filled with affection.

The room was bathed in a soft, warm light, creating an intimate atmosphere. A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips as he quietly admired me.

I glanced at Chris, noticing the way he was looking at me. Confused, I turned to face him fully. “What?” I asked quietly, a hint of curiosity in my voice.

Chris shook his head slightly, his lips curving into a soft, warm smile. “Nothing,” he replied simply, his eyes holding mine.

The air between us felt charged, the silence filled with unspoken words. For a moment, all I could do was hold his gaze, my heartbeats slightly faster than usual.

Chris didn't look away, his smile unwavering. The setting sun cast a warm glow on his features, making him look impossibly handsome. I couldn't tear my eyes away from him, his presence captivating me.

We stood like that for what felt like an eternity, our bodies close but not quite touching. The city below us seemed to fade away, the only thing in my mind being Chris and the overwhelming feelings he stirred in me.

The tension between us was palpable, the electricity in the room almost tangible. I could feel my pulse quicken as my heart thudded against my chest.

Chris continued to smile at me, his eyes locked on mine. It was as if he could see into my soul, my emotions laid bare before him. I couldn't bring myself to look away, my feelings for him growing stronger by the second.

Chris broke our eye contact, suddenly looking down at the city below. A small chuckle escaped his lips, a hint of amusement in his expression.

“What is it now?” I asked, my curiosity piqued. I knew Chris well enough to know that chuckle meant he was up to something.

Chris looked back at me, a soft smile on his lips. “Nothing,” he answered, his voice taking on a more poetic tone. “Just the way the sunlight dances on your skin, making you even more beautiful than you already are.”

He continued to lean against the glass, his arms crossed in front of him. His eyes never left mine, his gaze intense and sincere.

I rolled my eyes, a small smile playing on my lips at Chris' comment. “You're such a flirt,” I teased, turning to walk away.

Before I could take more than a few steps, Chris' hand shot out and encircled my wrist, stopping me in my tracks. I turned back to face him, surprise evident on my face.

With Chris' grip on my wrist, he pulled me closer, closing the distance between us until our bodies were almost touching. Our faces were now just inches apart, our breaths mingling in the minimal space between us. We were so close now that I could feel the heat radiating off his body. If he were to whisper, I'd be able to hear every word.

Chris leaned in even closer, his voice lowering to a whisper, barely above a breath. “I mean it,” he murmured, his words sending shivers down my spine.

Chris was so close now, his breath warm against my skin. He spoke in a low, intimate tone, every word sending jolts of electricity through me.

“The way you stop to enjoy the little things,” he whispered, his voice barely audible. “The way you find joy in moments most people take for granted. It just makes me adore you even more.”

As Chris spoke, he gently took hold of my wrists, guiding my arms around his neck. He pulled me against him, my body pressed close to his. My hands rested against the nape of his neck, my fingers tangling in his hair.

His arms encircled my waist, holding me close against him. We were now standing so close together that I could feel the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against my chest.

As I stood there, wrapped in Chris' embrace, a thousand thoughts raced through my mind. How had we ended up like this? Just hours ago, we had been working on the photo shoot, laughing and joking as friends.

Now, here I was, held tightly against him, his body warmth seeping into my skin. My mind was a whirlwind of emotions, trying to make sense of the sudden shift in our dynamic.

I could feel his chest rise and fall with every breath he took, the rhythm comforting and steady. Meanwhile, my heart was racing out of control, beating faster than I thought possible.

I couldn't understand how the atmosphere had changed so drastically. Just a moment ago, we had been talking like friends. Now, every inch of my body was aware of his touch, my senses overwhelmed by his presence.

Chris chuckled softly, his hands gently rubbing my back. “Relax,” he murmured, his voice soothing. “I don't want you dying on me. Your heartbeat is dangerously fast right now.

He pulled away slightly, just enough to meet my gaze. His eyes were filled with concern and amusement. “Are you alright?” he asked, his hands still holding onto my waist.

I took a moment to admire Chris, the setting sun illuminating his face and highlighting his features. The golden light brought out his freckles, which only seemed to appear when the sun shone directly on him.

His skin was dusted with a light scattering of tiny brown spots, a feature that I had never truly noticed before. Standing this close to him, I couldn't help but stare at them, mesmerized by their subtle beauty.

I lifted my hand, my fingers gently tracing the path of his freckles. I marveled at how they shimmered in the light, creating a unique pattern across his skin.

As I continued to explore his face, my hand moved to his cheek, caressing the smooth skin with my fingertips. My gaze met his, my eyes drawn to the intense blue of his irises. I felt like I could drown in them, the depths of his eyes holding me captive.

My fingers continued to roam over his face, tracing the contours of his cheek and jaw. The sunlight played across his features, enhancing the color of his eyes and the sharpness of his nose.

His lips were softly parted, the corners curving slightly upward in a hint of a smile. I traced the edge of his mouth with my thumb, feeling the warmth of his skin against mine. His eyelashes were long and dark, casting a shadow beneath his eyes.

All these details came together to create a face so stunning, it left me breathless.

I found myself lost in his gaze, the intensity of his eyes making my heart skip a beat. His freckles, like stars against the backdrop of his skin, added an element of boyish charm that only made him more endearing.

Chris remained silent, his eyes fixed on mine, seemingly enjoying my touch and the way I studied his features.

As I continued to explore the curves and contours of his face, I thought to myself that this was the first time I had ever been this close to Chris. I marveled at the feeling of his skin under my fingertips, the warmth and the texture unfamiliar and yet soothing.

A desire to memorize every detail, every freckle, every curve, consumed me. It was as if I wanted to trace a map on his skin and commit every part of him to memory, like engraving a poem on the walls of my mind.

I wanted to remember all his features from the way his eyebrows furrowed slightly when he was deep in thought, the way his eyes crinkled when he smiled. I wanted to remember the way his hair fell across his forehead when he tilted his head back in laughter, the way his hands felt in mine.

This closeness to him, the permission to study and admire him like this, was something I never wanted to forget.

Chris gently grabbed my hand, placing it against his larger one. Our fingers fit together like pieces of a puzzle. His hand was strong and firm, his fingers longer than mine, encompassing my hand completely.

He held our joined hands up, turning them slightly to inspect the size difference, his thumb rubbing my palm, the gesture both possessive and tender at the same time.

Chris guided my hand back to his cheek, holding it there as he closed his eyes. He leaned into my touch, his hand covering mine as he gently caressed the back of my hand.

His eyes remained closed, but a soft smile played on his lips, a look of contentment and bliss crossing his face. He seemed to relish the feeling of my palm against his skin, the warmth and the comfort of our connection.

Chris slowly opened his eyes, his gaze flicking from one of my eyes to the other, then lingering on my lips. His expression was intense, filled with a mixture of desire and something unreadable.

He stayed silent, his eyes locked onto mine, the air between us thick with tension. I could feel his heart beating rapidly against my chest, the steady thud echoing my own heightened pulse.

Chris leaned in closer, our faces now inches apart. His voice was soft, barely above a whisper, but the words he spoke sent shivers down my spine.

“Can I kiss you?” he murmured, his voice ragged with barely contained desire. His hand, still holding mine against his cheek, trembled slightly, the intensity of the moment clearly affecting him.

His gaze remained fixed on mine, searching my eyes for an answer. His breath was warm against my skin, his body so close I could feel the heat radiating off him. The room was silent, the sound of our combined breathing and the faint city noise outside the only things breaking the intense quiet.

I could tell he was holding back, his control barely hanging on by a thread. But it was the vulnerability in his eyes, the uncertainty in his question, that made my heart skip a beat.

I nodded, my words stuck in my throat. The gesture was enough.

Chris' hand moved from my hand to my chin, tilting my face up to meet his. His touch was gentle, his fingers tracing the line of my jaw as his lips moved towards mine.

The moment our lips met, it was as if a spark ignited. I brought my arm up, wrapping it around his neck, pulling him closer.

Our bodies pressed together, the space between us becoming non-existent. The kiss was gentle at first, a soft, tentative exploration of each other's lips. But soon, the heat between us intensified, our mouths moving more confidently, our breaths mingling as we clung to each other.

The last bits of sunlight streamed in through the window, bathing us in a warm, golden glow. The room was filled with a soft, almost dream-like ambiance, the light casting long shadows around us as the sun slowly set behind the city skyline.

As we lost ourselves in the kiss, the warm light danced across our skin, caressing us and creating an intimate bubble that shut out the outside world.

As the kiss broke, Chris leaned in closer, pressing his forehead against mine. Our noses lightly grazed each other, the sensation sending another wave of shivers down my spine.

His hand, still under my chin, continued to hold my face gently, as if anchoring me to him, while his breath came in ragged pants, his chest rising and falling against mine.

We stayed like that for a moment, the world around us ceasing to exist. All that mattered was the feel of his skin against mine, the sound of our labored breathing, and the rapid beat of our hearts. His eyes remained closed, his expression a mixture of yearning and satisfaction. I held onto his neck, unwilling to pull away just yet.

My fingers gently carding through his hair, the soft strands running through my fingers. The action seemed to draw Chris out of his reverie, his eyes opening slowly, a lazy smile curving his lips.

He looked at me, his gaze filled with affection and a hint of playfulness. One of his hands moved to my waist, pulling me closer against him, as if he couldn't bear the distance between us.

“I could stay like this forever,” he murmured, his voice deep and quiet. His hand on my waist traced small circles with his thumb, the gesture sending tiny sparks of electricity through my skin.

I could only respond with a small, contented hum, my fingers still playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. The sensation of his hand on my waist, the warmth of his body against mine, the sound of his voice, it all created a sense of safety and comfort that I wanted to hold onto a little longer.

Slowly, Chris shifted position, moving his head to rest in the crook of my neck. His breath tickled my skin as he settled against me, the weight of his body against mine both grounding and exhilarating.

I could feel his chest rising and falling against my own, the steady rhythm of his breathing an intimate and soothing sound. His arms wrapped tightly around my waist, holding me closer, as if trying to meld our bodies together.

After hours spent together, wrapped up in each other's arms, Chris reluctantly untangled himself from me, a soft, regretful sigh escaping his lips.

He stood up, stretching his limbs and running a hand through his hair, which was now tousled and unruly from my fingers playing with it. His t-shirt was slightly wrinkled, the fabric stretched in places from our earlier embrace.

Chris glanced over at me, his eyes roaming over my form on the bed, the sheets pooled around my waist. He let out a small sigh, his gaze filled with lingering desire, but also a hint of reluctance.

“What time is it?” he asked, his voice rough and tinged with a hint of tiredness. He reached for his phone, which was on the nightstand next to him.

His thumb swiped across the screen, unlocking the device and revealing the time. “It's late,” he said, the words almost a whisper. The light from the screen illuminated his face in the dim room, casting shadows and highlights across his features.

Chris lowered his phone, the screen darkening and plunging the room back into semi-darkness. He turned his attention back to me, a hint of sadness in his eyes.

“I should get going,” he murmured, his voice quiet yet filled with reluctance. He took a step towards the door, his gaze never leaving mine, as if he was trying to memorize the sight one last time.

I sat up in the bed, the sheets tangled around my waist, my heart already missing the feeling of his weight on the mattress.

“Are you sure?” I asked, my voice soft and almost pleading. “It's pretty late. You could stay...if you want to, that is.”

Despite his reluctance to leave, Chris couldn't resist the pull of my words. He crawled back onto the bed, moving closer to me, the mattress shifting under his weight. When he reached me, his face hovered just a few inches from my own.

“I would love to,” he whispered, his voice gruff with unspoken desire, “but I don't want to worry Matt and Nick by staying out too late. You know how they get.”

A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips, the mention of his brothers a soft, gentle reminder of the outside world that waited beyond our small bubble of intimacy. He reached a hand up to my face, his fingers tracing the line of my jaw, his thumb rubbing gently over my lips.

“I'll come back soon,” he promised, his voice filled with a quiet determination. “As soon as I can. I need to see you again.”

The look in his eyes told me he meant it. He wanted this, us, just as much as I did. But duty and responsibility called, and with a final, tender kiss to my forehead, he pulled away, slowly detangling himself from the bed.

Chris stood up and put on his shoes, the laces tied in double knots. I got out of bed, the sheets falling away, leaving me in just an oversized t-shirt that hung off one shoulder.

I walked with him to the door, every step feeling like a countdown, each moment bringing us closer to the moment I would watch him walk out that door.

Chris reached for the door handle, his hand hesitating briefly on the cool metal, as if trying to prolong the moment just a little longer. With a soft, almost inaudible sigh, he pulled it open, revealing the darkened hallway beyond.

The harsh glow of the hallway lights contrasted with the soft, warm light of my studio apartment, creating an almost stark division between us.

Chris turned to face me, his expression a mixture of reluctance and tenderness. The dim light from the hallway cast shadows across his face, emphasizing the sharp angles and harsh lines that usually softened in my presence.

His eyes met mine, the blue irises darkened in the dim light. The air was thick with unspoken words and the weight of our emotions, hanging heavy between us.

I crossed my arms, hugging myself, as if trying to hold onto the last trace of him before he left. An unconscious act of physical comfort.

“Text me when you're home,” I whispered, my voice soft yet firm, filled with a hint of worry. I wanted to know he was safe, that he had arrived back home without incident.

A small, almost imperceptible smile curved his lips at my words. He knew I was concerned about him. “I will,” he said, his voice reassuring. “I'll text you the moment I'm home.”

Chris lowered himself, bringing his face closer to mine. Instead of a single, lingering kiss, he peppered my lips with multiple, small, quick pecks, each one like a silent promise, a small assurance that this wasn't goodbye.

His lips were warm against mine, the fleeting touch of each kiss a soft, soothing comfort. Though brief, each press of his lips against mine sent a tiny spark of electricity through my body, reigniting the fire that had started earlier, and reigniting the desire to keep him, if only for a bit longer.

Chris' phone vibrated in his pocket, breaking the moment and bringing us back to reality. He withdrew slightly, fishing his phone out of his pocket with a grimace.

He checked the notification, the screen illuminating his face in the semi-darkness. “My Uber's here.”

Chris leaned in once more, his lips meeting mine in a final, longing kiss. The heat of it lingered, burning a memory in my mind.

“I'll see you soon,” he whispered against my lips, his voice filled with unspoken promises and an aching sort of sweetness.

He slowly pulled away, his hand reaching out to brush a strand of hair away from my face. His fingers lingered on my cheek for a brief moment, almost like he was committing the feel of my skin to memory.

Then, with a final, bittersweet smile, he turned and walked out the door, leaving me alone in the suddenly silent and empty apartment.

A few minutes later, as I lay on my bed, the sheets tossed and tangled, my phone beeped softly, a notification from an incoming text.

I reached over to grab it, my heart already fluttering in anticipation. The notification was a simple message from Chris: ‘I'm home.’

The sight of those words made a small, relieved sigh escape my lips. Knowing he was safe, that he had made it back without incident, was like a weight lifted from my shoulders. I quickly typed out a reply, a simple ‘Glad u made it home safe :)’ and hit send.

The response from Chris came quickly, the dots appearing on my screen as he typed out his message.

‘Whenever you're able to, can you send me the pictures from the photo shoot?’ he asked, the bluntness of the request almost amusing after the intimate moment we had shared.

I couldn't help but chuckle at his directness. Typical Chris, always straight to the point. I responded with a quick, ‘Sure, give me a moment to edit them.’

I got up from the bed, making my way to my desk where my laptop and editing software were set up. As I waited for the computer to start up, my mind once again wandered back to the moments shared with Chris.

The soft, sweet kisses, the feel of his skin under my fingertips, the sound of his voice, roughened with desire. The memories were like a vivid dream, one I wanted to hold onto, to experience again and again.

I sat down at my computer, the familiar soft hum of the machine comforting. As the software booted up, I began to edit the pictures of Chris. Adjusting the lighting, the contrast, the cropping to highlight the clothes best.

With every click and drag of the mouse, the photos came together, the final result something that would sell the clothes perfectly.

Once I was satisfied with the edits, I uploaded the pictures to the website, making sure they were in the right place, paired with the right piece of clothing. The clothing itself was already something that would make people take notice, the added flair of Chris' modeling made them almost irresistible.

Once all the pictures were set on the website and matched with the correct clothes, I grabbed my phone and opened up my messages. I navigated to the conversation with Chris and quickly sent all the pictures to him.

‘There you go,’ I typed out, hitting send with a satisfied smile.

I sent a follow-up message, fingers flying over the screen. ‘Also finished the website. Just let me know a date and time to open it up.’

My thumb hovered over the send button for a fraction of a second before I sent it, a flutter of excitement in my chest. This was it, the final step before his brand could launch into the world.

The response came back quickly, Chris' eagerness and excitement evident in his words. ‘I was thinking Friday around 12pm.’

I could almost hear his voice as I read the message. The confidence, the determination, all his usual traits coming through even in text form.

My heart skipped a beat. Friday was only a few days away. The culmination of all our hard work was coming to fruition.

I responded, a message that was both a confirmation and a silent reassurance. ‘Sounds good.’

Another message popped onto my screen, this time with an added note of concern. ‘Make sure you sleep now. I'll see you on Friday.’

A small smile tugged at my lips at his words. He knew me well. I'd probably stay up late, going over everything one last time to make sure it was perfect, especially now that we had a launch date.

‘I will, promise.’ I typed out, quickly hitting send. I knew he wouldn't believe me without a promise, but I was determined to get at least a few hours of sleep tonight.

Chris' response came back almost instantly, accompanied by a picture. It was a selfie, his face half buried into a pillow, exhaustion evident in his sleepy eyes. But his lips were turned up in a small, weary smile. Beneath the picture was a single word: ‘Goodnight :)’

I couldn't help but smile at the image of him lying in bed, his tousled hair and sleepy expression making my heart ache for him all over again.

I quickly sent back a text, a simple, ‘Sleep well, goodnight :)’ before locking my phone.

I finally climbed back into bed, the sheets cool against my skin. Every muscle in my body was tired, the events of the day catching up to me all at once.

As I laid my head against the pillow, I inhaled deeply, the faint scent of Chris on the sheets helping me relax even more. Within minutes, my eyes fluttered closed and I drifted off to sleep.

A/N: thank you for 500 followers! thought i would do a little fluff story as the milestone story taking a little break from the freakiness but for also celebrating 2 years of FRESH L♡︎VE <3 THANK YOU AGAIN I LOVE YOU ALL SM!!

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16 (+18?) for max f/lando/oscar? same anon who was talking about hypno earlier, so. i would love some hypno in there, but no pressure!

cheating slightly and smashing together four similar prompts because i got nearly 40 requests lmao

so here for your enjoyment is a brief return to hypnoverse, in which max and lando invite oscar to use lando in his hypno bimbo state 💕

ngl i missed this ‘verse so i might potentially turn this into a proper sequel at some point We Will See

cw for hypno but it's all very consensual!

“Right, Bob,” Max says. He’s got good at sounding confident now, he thinks. Like he knows what he’s doing. Someone in charge. “You sure about this?”

Lando nods. Turns to look at Oscar.

Oscar’s looking a little like he’s secretly freaking out and trying not to show it, too. His eyes are very bright when he nods. Max tries not to feel too gratified by the way Oscar looks at him for direction. 

“Okay,” Max says, and claps his hands, wincing when he clocks Lando’s smirk. As if Lando doesn’t spend half his life performing to an invisible camera. “Oscar, mate, I’ve got the list of trigger phrases on my phone if you need a reminder.”

Oscar shakes his head. “I can remember them.”

“All right,” Max says, and looks at Lando, who’s pulled the sleeves of his pink hoodie over his hands, fidgeting. “Babygirl sleep.”

He’d been a bit worried that Lando might not respond to the triggers with someone else there. That he’d get self-conscious, or distracted, and Max would be left standing there like a tit, a magician dropping the deck of cards halfway through a trick. 

But Lando blinks, and his face slackens into a soft, dopey smile. Max breathes a sigh of relief. “Good girl,” he says quickly, and Lando sways on the spot as the trance deepens. Max doesn’t usually use two commands in quick succession like that; he wonders how it feels for Lando, who’s smiling in an unfocused way at a spot on the floor a few feet away, hands limp at his sides. 

Max’s cock stirs. He looks at Oscar. Oscar’s looking pretty hypnotised himself, staring at Lando with his lips slightly parted. 

“Go on, then,” Max says lightly. “He’s ready. You can do what you want with him.”

Oscar sucks in a breath, steps closer. He’s still staring at Lando with open fascination. When he reaches out and touches Lando’s face, Max’s gut twists pleasantly. He’d worried that he might be jealous, but all he feels is pride, like a kid in the playground showing off their shiniest toy. 

Oscar pushes two fingers into Lando’s mouth, and Lando closes his eyes and sucks blissfully. 

“Is he,” Oscar starts, and then clears his throat when his voice comes out in a croak. “Is he wearing the – what you said?”

“The cage?” Max says, just to watch the blush spread across Oscar’s face. God, it’s good, being the one in the know. His cock is so hard, and it’s not just from seeing Lando like this. “Yeah, ‘course. He wears it most of the time now, when we’re doing this. Helps him remember what he’s good for, doesn’t it, pal?” 

He addresses the last remark to Lando, who makes an indistinct sound in the back of his throat. Max smiles, raises his eyebrows at Oscar like they’re sharing a joke. What a slut, am I right?

“Babygirl strip,” Max says, and Lando moves to obey immediately, yanking his hoodie over his head. He’s told Max he doesn’t really need the uniform anymore, not now he’s so well trained, but Max likes it. “Slowly,” he says chidingly, when Lando grabs eagerly at the hem of his t-shirt. “Show yourself off for Oscar, come on.”

Oscar just about chokes at that, and Max can’t resist getting a hand on himself as Lando immediately course-corrects, turning to Oscar and pulling his t-shirt over his head teasingly slowly. Once it's off, he brushes over his nipples with the tips of his fingers, all wet mouth and lidded, blank eyes. 

He’s not wearing underwear under his jeans, and Oscar groans audibly when he sees the bubblegum pink of the cage around Lando’s soft cock. Lando doesn’t react, just carries on undressing himself, balancing carefully on one foot to peel his jeans off entirely. 

“No,” Oscar says suddenly, when Lando goes for his socks. “Leave them.” They’re white, pulled up to his calves, accentuating Lando’s smooth tanned skin. They do look good; Oscar’s got taste. 

“Good girl,” Max says, watching the pleased little shiver that ripples through Lando’s bared body. “Oscar thinks you look good. Show him the rest.” 

Without hesitation, Lando turns and steps his feet apart, bending down and spreading himself open so Oscar can see the pink furl of his asshole, waxed and still shiny with lube where he’s been wearing a plug all morning. 

“Oh my God,” Oscar says under his breath. 

Max’s own head is spinning, watching the two of them like this. He adjusts himself again. “Told you, mate.”

He hadn’t, not really. He’d texted back and forth with Oscar about it a bit – Lando hadn’t wanted to take part in the planning, save for messaging Oscar to confirm it wasn’t all some sort of elaborate prank for a particularly x-rated Quadrant video or whatever – but Max hadn’t really given him the full picture. How could he?

So he can forgive Oscar for looking a bit blindsided, now. He’s licking his lips, that unconscious tic Max has seen on the telly a thousand times over, rendered faintly sleazy now given Lando’s still stood in front of him with his legs spread and his arse on display. 

“I want–” Oscar says, trailing off awkwardly. “His mouth?”

He tips it up into a question at the end. Max gestures to Lando, still waiting patiently, giving no indication he can hear their discussion. “You’ll have to tell him, not me. He’ll stand there for hours otherwise. You remember the trigger phrase?” 

“God,” Oscar mutters again, like he really can’t believe what’s happening. He clears his throat. When he speaks, his voice is wobbly with nerves. “Lando. Erm – drop for cock.”

He stutters a bit as he says it. Instantly, with perfect grace, Lando turns to face him and drops to his knees. Eyes closed, mouth hanging open, tongue resting invitingly against his bottom lip. He waits like that, perfectly still, as Oscar fumbles his jeans open, more flustered than Max has ever seen him, and feeds his cock into Lando’s mouth. 

It’s hot, watching them, but more than that, Max feels proud. Lando’s sucking Oscar’s cock like he was made for it, nose brushing the trimmed hair on his lower belly, hands resting neatly on his thighs. Oscar’s staring down at him like he’s trying to commit the sight to memory, face flushed hectic red and his chest heaving. Lando’s making noises in the back of his throat as he sucks, eager little moans tucked in among the wet sounds of his mouth. He gags occasionally – Oscar’s not longer than Max, but he is thicker, and Lando's mouth is stretched wide around him – but he doesn’t stop the smooth movement of his head. He’s drooling, tears starting to trickle down his cheeks from the force of Oscar’s cock hitting the back of his throat.

“Careful,” Oscar gasps, hands hovering over Lando’s head as if he’s not sure whether to push him away and let him catch his breath.

“Leave him,” Max says sharply, and Oscar jumps like he’d forgotten Max was even there. “He’s fine.” 

He’ll be hoarse in all of his interviews tomorrow, but that’s all right. Something for Max to get himself off to in his hotel suite when he watches the press conference.

Oscar’s hands move to Lando’s hair, and for a moment Max thinks he’s going to pull Lando away anyway, but he doesn’t. Cradling Lando’s skull, he moves Lando’s head, adjusting the rhythm to something slower and deeper but no less difficult for Lando to take.

Max shoves his hand inside his joggers and watches, barely breathing, as Oscar slowly fucks Lando's mouth. Slow like he's savouring it, slow like he's worried he might never get to see Lando like this again.

Oscar doesn’t give much warning when he comes. His movements get a little faster, a little sloppier, the filthy sounds of Lando’s spit-slick mouth getting correspondingly louder. Otherwise, Max only realises Oscar's coming when his movements jerk to a sudden taut halt. Oscar buckles over as he holds Lando in place. He doesn’t moan or swear or anytthing, just exhales in sharp staccato gasps, fingers rubbing convulsively through Lando’s hair. 

It takes him a minute to straighten up again, carefully unwinding himself from Lando and easing him back with the hand still buried in his damp curls. Lando’s eyes stay closed, his mouth and chin wet with saliva and whatever remnants of Oscar’s come he hadn’t managed to swallow down. Even now, it’s still intoxicating for Max to see him like this, barely cognisant of what a mess he’s in. Even more so to see how much Oscar's enjoying it.

Oscar lets out a shuddering breath, tucking himself back into his boxers with one hand. He’s still petting absently at Lando’s hair, and Max thinks it’s sweet for a moment, until Oscar looks up at him, eyes narrowed in thought.

“Will he stay like this until we tell him to stop?” he says, giving Lando’s head a gentle shake.

Lando goes with the motion easily. Eyes still closed, mouth still open. His nipples are drawn up tight and peaked, betraying his unconscious pleasure even though the pink cage nestled between his thighs stops any kind of physical arousal.

“Yeah,” Max says, and takes his sticky hand out of his boxers. “For another hour or so, at least."

Oscar uses the hand he’s got in Lando’s hair to tip his head up, angled towards Max. He beckons with the other hand, and Max realises that he’s going to keep hold of Lando as he sucks Max’s cock, a pliant little puppet. Controlled by Oscar, for Max's pleasure.

“Well, then,” Oscar says, and smiles, flushed with fresh bravado. “Your turn.”

[qrrieterisunnq]

Secret Santa - Nico Hischier

the swiss love charm au

NICO!HISCHIER X AINSLEY!HUGHES — WARNINGS: Nothing just some pure sweet content — SUMMARY: Where is Nico invites Ainsley and Quinn to their Christmas party at his apartment. And instead of a normal Secret Santa, he comes up with a better idea. Handmade gifts. — WORD COUNT: 4,45K PART OF THE SWISS LOVE CHARM AU

Nico is well known for his Christmas Devil’s family party, which he has organized every year since becoming a Captain. And this year is no different. Only with the difference he invited Quinn and Ainsley too.

He’s not sure why, but he had to. Since the last time he saw Ainsley, he has this weird feeling inside his chest every time Jack or Luke mentions her.

So, when the doorbell tone sounds through his apartment, he jogs to the door with slight nervousness and opens them wide. Quinn’s face pops first, then Jack’s and lastly Luke’s. Nico pulls his brows together, searching for Ainsley when he can’t see her anywhere.

“Don’t worry lover boy, she’s in the car changing Freya’s clothes.” Quinn pats Nico’s chest moving past him inside the apartment.

“I am not a lover boy.” He turns around looking at Quinn with wide eyes.

“Oh, come on, Cap. We all know.” Luke smiles at him, showing his teeth.

“What do you know?” he asks, confusion written on his face as he closes the door behind him.

“Nothing Neeks.” Jack shakes his head just in time, the doorbell sounds through the apartment multiple times this night. This time he knows it is Ainsley with Freya, so he isn’t surprised when he sees her gorgeous face pop into his view.

A smile immediately forms on his lips as he looks at them.

“Hi,” she says in a soft voice, rocking her baby girl on her hip. “I assume I am right here for the Christmas party, right Nico?” she cocks her head to the side as she watches Nico’s cheeks, and the tips of his ears turn pink.

“Yeah, yeah you are,” he shakes his head moving away from the way. “Come on in.” he motions by his hand ushering her inside.

“I am sorry I am late, but I had to change this princess’s clothes because we had a little accident on the way here, right Fre?” she tickles her daughter’s side earning a loud shriek from her.

“Yeah,” she says shyly, making both Nico and Ainsley laugh at her. Nico's heart swells at the sight in front of him. He doesn’t know why he feels this, but he kinda likes it. “I’m sworry,” Freya whispers looking into her mother’s eyes.

“Hey, babygirl,” Ainsley looks at her with confusion written on her face. “Why are you apologizing?” she asks not knowing what is happening.

Freya just shrugs her shoulder hiding her head in her mother’s neck.

She kisses the side of her head and puts her down. “Go find uncle Quinn he has your toys, okay?” she nods and looks up at Nico who crouches down next to her.

“There are other kids, so you can go play with them,” he says softly, smiling at the little girl standing in front of him.

“Okay,” She smiles at him, showing him her four white teeth. “Twank you.” She giggles when Nico wiggles his eyebrows at her.

“You are welcome. By the way, I like your dress, princess,” he compliments her puffy green dress. “Is that Tiana's dress?”

The girl’s eyes light up when she figures out that the giant hockey player knows the name of her favorite Disney princess. Freya nods her head eagerly, jumping on her spot from the happiness. She then looks up at her mother who just stands there with a wide smile.

“Know her?” Freya says with excitement in her voice.

“Yeah, she’s one of my favourites.”

“Mommy!” she yells and giggles at what the big guy in front of her said. She points at him and says, “Know Tiana!”

“Yeah, I heard baby. Now go play with the other kids, and don’t forget to find uncle Quinn, okay babygirl!” she smiles at her, fixing her hair.

“Thank you.” Ainsley smiles appreciatively at Nico, as he gets up from the crouch.

“Oh, no need. Can I get you something for a drink?”

“Uhm, do you have something non-alcoholic? I am still breastfeeding.”  Ainsley says, pushing a strand of hair behind her ear as she shyly looks at him. She doesn’t know why she’s so nervous and shy all around him, but she is, and it makes her nervous because this has never happened before.

“Yeah, sure! Go sit down; I will bring it to you!” He smiles at her, waiting for her to find a seat before he jogs in the kitchen to make her and Freya a drink.

“You saw that?” Jack nudges Quinn’s shoulder and points at Ainsley, who sits down next to Freya with a shy smile on her lips as she tries to sneak glances at Nico, who looks the same way.

“Yeah,” he chuckles shaking his head at their oblivion.

“They are so cute it hurts,” this time Luke says something while wrapping his hands around his brother’s shoulders. I'm glad they live on opposite sides of the continent,” he chuckles and makes his way to the other guys from the team.

“I thought you would sit somewhere more comfortable than the ground.” Nico’s deep voice startles Ainsley, her hand clasping around her heart.

“Jesus Christ, you scared the darn out of me.” she laughs, still clutching her heart. 

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to.” He chuckles, crouching down next to her and handing her the drink. The one he had for Freya is still in his hand as he watches her play with probably her teddy bear.

“Hey, princess,” he calls, her head whipping towards where he and her mother are sitting. “I bought you something for a drink.” He grins when he notices her eyes sparkle and a smile form on her little lips.

Freya scoots over, taking the plastic cup from his hand, carefully not wanting to spill it out. She smiles at him shyly and sips from the cup.

“Fre, what do we say?” Ainsley reminds her, waiting for her girl to say thank you. She doesn’t want Nico to think that he daughter isn’t well-mannered.

“Thank you, sir.” She whispers shyly and hands the drink to her mom. Nico chuckles at the cute little princess in front of him, reaching his hand in front of her. “You can call me Nico.”

Hesitantly she looks at her mom, for approval if she can shake his hand. When Ainsley nods her head, she reaches her hand out and grasps Nico’s huge one. “I am Freya Alana Hughes.”

Ainsley let out a quiet gasp, just like the brothers as they watch them from afar. “That’s our girl.” Jack giggles as she watches Freya giggle in front of Nico.

“Yeah, but I don’t like how close is your cap to Ains,” Quinn says with a frown as his palms slightly clench into fists.

“Yeah, me neither.” Luke nods his eyes examining Nico and Ainsley.

“Okay, Fre, I’m going over there,” she says, pointing in the direction of where her brothers are standing. “To talk with your uncles, okay? So, if you need something, come to me, yeah?” she caresses her daughter's cheek, waiting for her to nod her head or say something.

“Okay,” Fre smiles reaching for her mom. Ainsley chuckles, wrapping her arms around, the girl’s little frame, peppering her face with kisses earning the most perfect sound. Freya giggles. “Vove you, mommy.”

“Oh, baby. I love you too. Now go play with your friends.” she smiles and nods toward the other kids who are already looking at her with wide smiles.

Nico stands up and offers his hand to Ainsley, who accepts it with a smile soft smile and a low grunt leaves her mouth.

“Sorry,” she giggles as she straightens herself. “My back hurts.”

“Oh don’t. I get it.” He chuckles, his hand still holding Ainsley’s soft and smaller one.

Ainsley clears her throat, as her eyes are locked on their hands.

“Oh yeah right. Sorry.” With an awkward chuckle, Nico lets go of her hand, scratching the back of his neck.

“Hey, cap! C’mere!” Dawson yells from the other end of the room, waving his hand with a wide smile at him. Nico shoots him a look and then looks back at Ainsley with an apologetic smile.

“Go I’m going to my brothers.” She smiles and makes her way to her brothers who are standing in the corner of the room, already looking at her.

“Stop it. All of you.” She hisses as soon as she gets to them.

“Mommy,” Ainsley feels a light tug on her dress and the soft voice of her daughter. She and the boys’ gazes drop down to the little girl who is standing next to her mom, with a shy smile.

Ainsley immediately crouches down, wrapping her hands over her tiny figure, “What’s up baby?” she asks, smiling at her and lightly tucking her dress down.

Freya looks up at her uncles and other guys standing there and looking at her as she shyly ducks her head between her shoulders. She then looks back at her mommy and leans in, to whisper, “Ungry.” She murmurs in her ear and then shyly smiles at her. Ainsley looks around herself, looking for a clock.

“Watcha looking for?” Quinn asks, his brows locked into a frown.

“Clock.”

Quinn pulls out his phone, and when he sees the time, he realizes, what is going on. “It’s seven.”

“Oh shoot,” She sighs and picks her daughter in her arms, looking around for some room where she can breastfeed her. “Baby, I am sorry.”

“What is going on?” Luke asks totally confused, his eyes flying from his sis to his brother.

Jack’s eyes fly to his little brother in surprise. “Jezz, Luke. You are dumb or dumb,” he shakes his head. “Think.”

“Neeks!” Ondrej shouts, his hand waving at him, in the moment when Luke finally figures out what is going on here.

“Sorry sis.”

“That’s okay, Lulu.” Ains giggles, caressing Luke's arm.

“Yeah, what up?” Nico asks when he stops right next to Ainsley and looks at her with a smile.

She returns her smile and asks, “Can I use your bathroom or some room where I can feed Freya?”

Nico’s eyes lower on Freya who is playing with Luke’s hand right now. “Yeah definitely, come with me,” Nodding his head, he leads Ainsley to his room, so she can sit down on the cloud chair he has in there and lock herself, to have some privacy. “Do you want me to bring you something? I can give you one of my old shirts if you need it?”

“Oh, no, no. That’s okay, I have mine, but they are down, in the car.” She sighs, closing her eyes. How could she forget her bag with Freya’s things?

“I can tell the boys to get it for you.” He suggests and opens the door to his bedroom.

“That’d be nice of you, thank you.” she really is grateful. In the past year, a lot of people looked at her with judgment, when she had to breastfeed in public space.

With a last smile, he leaves the room, leaving her and Freya alone. “Okay baby girl, let’s get to it, okay? We’ll feed you and then change your diaper, okay?” she says in a baby tone, tickling her girl earning loud giggles from her.

Ainsley sits with Freya in the cloud chair, pulls down the strap of her dress, and unclips her feeding bra. She positions Freya on her lap, and she immediately sucks on her nipple. Ainsley rests her head against the cloud chair as she watches Freya who is calmly sucking.

A soft knock is heard on the door before the door opens revealing her twin's face. Quinn smiles at her, locks the door behind him, and walks to her with the bag in his hand.

“Hi,” He says as he sits down on the ground right next to her, to keep her company. He is used to seeing his sister breastfeeding, so it doesn’t seem weird to him.

“Hi.” She grins back her hand caressing Freya’s back. “Enjoying?”

“Yeah. It is nice to know the team that your little brothers play for.” he wiggles his brows, making Ains giggle and shake her head.

“Oh, I see.”

“So,” he trails off, looking around the room. “Nico,”

“Oh, come on, Quinn,” She says, rolling her eyes, but a small smile grows on her lips.

“Ains,” he says in a tender warning tone as if he can read her mind. “I know you and you know that.”

“Quinn, no. I mean…” she sighs and moves Freya up when she slides down. “I don’t know. It’s hard.”

“No, it’s not. But I get it.” He says, squeezes her hand in understatement, and giggles when Freya opens her eyes which widen when she notices her uncle is here.

“Yeah.” She sighs and looks down chuckling, when she sees her girl making faces at her uncle. With a shake of her head, she caresses the hair from her face, earning her attention. She leans down and kisses her forehead.

“Everything done?” Jack asks and takes his niece from Ainsley's arms.

“Yeah,” She nods and her gaze wanders to Nico, who is standing in the kitchen preparing some drinks probably. “She is just a little bit sleepy.”

“I can see that,” Luke chuckles when he looks down at Freya, whose eyes are closed. “I can take her to our place if you want.” He offers, his eyes still glued to his niece.

“No, that’s okay Lu. I don’t want you to miss out on something here.” Ains shakes her head.

“Nah. I actually was on my way home, before you came down,” he says, looking around the group, as they nod their heads. “Really, sis.” He chuckles when he sees Ainsley’s look.

“Oh, you are leaving, Luke?” Nico asks as he stops right next to Ainsley and hands her a drink. She looks at him in shock just like Quinn and Jack.

“Yeah, I guess.” He says nervously and scratches the back of his neck.  

“No, you have to stay,” Nico insists, wrapping his arm around Luke’s shoulders. “Or you’ll be doing more laps on next practice.”

Jack and Jesper laugh at this, sending a teasing smile to Luke’s way, who just lets out a sigh and drops his shoulders in defeat.

“Fine, fine.” He says trying to sound angry, but the smile on his lips ruins it.

“Good.” He sings and turns towards the rest of the people. “Okay, if you wouldn’t mind, sit yourself around the table. I have something little for y’all.”

As everyone gathers around the table, he notices, that Freya is tiredly lying on Jack’s shoulder.

“If you want to, you can put her to sleep in my room.” He offers to Ainsley, who shoots him, yet another surprised look this evening.

“Really? I mean, you wouldn’t mind?”

“No not at all.”

“Okay, thank you.” She says appreciatively and with a small smile, she takes Freya from Jack’s arms, whispering in his ear, while Nico’s eyes don’t leave her figure.

“Don’t be too obvious, cap,” Timo whispers in his ear as he passes him to sit down. Nico quickly averts his eyes away from her, walks inside the walk-in closet next to the doors, and pulls out a box.  

“Okay, this year, we did not do a secret Santa the way we do every year, so I thought we could change it a little bit,” He wiggles his brows and drops the box on the table. “But before I explain, someone wants something for a drink?”

As Nico takes the ‘orders’ for drinks, Ainsley puts Freya in bed and joins the rest of the team around the table with a confused look.

“What is going on?” she asks Jonas, who is right next to her.

“Have no idea,” He chuckles. “You are as confused as the rest of us.”

“Oh, okay.” She chuckles too and relaxes.

As soon as everyone has their drink, Nico explains that they will pull out names, just like they do for normal Secret Santa, but this time, they will make a handmade gift for them, but the gift has to be something that either starts with the first name of the person they pull, or something that reminds them of the person they pull.

“I like this idea.” Barbora, Ondrej’s wife says with excitement and Ainsley notices her thick accent.

So, after everyone pulls out one name from the bag, they get in the work.

Jack, who pulled out his younger brother, knew immediately what he would make for him. He reached out for a brown paper and a pencil and started drawing a moose. Quinn who notices, chuckles and slightly nudges Ainsley's arm and points at Jack. Ainsley just shakes her head and thinks about what she could make for Nico, whom she pulled out.

She doesn’t really know much about him, only what she heard from her brothers and what she learned from the two times she actually met him. After what feels like an hour of thinking, she finally figures out what she could make.

For the past few days, she has seen many videos where girls make small stars in a box, so when you open it, the stars will flow in the air on a thread.

She smiles at the idea and gets in the work. She reaches for the box Nico brought and pulls out red papers and one white from whom she’ll do the box.

She then looks around the table for some pencils, so she can outline it. Noticing that is lying in front of Jack, she snatches it from him with a mischievous smile.

“That was mine!” still with a smile, Ainsley wiggles her brows at him and sticks her tongue like a kid. Jack frowns and looks at Quinn to tell him.

“Don’t even try, J. I ain’t you mom.” Quinn knows his sibling very well, so he doesn’t even need to look up to know what is going on. He lived with them for almost eighteen years, so he got used to it.

Jack shakes his head at his younger siblings and sticks his tongue at them. Everyone around the table just chuckles at the Hughes siblings. They know how a strong bond Jack and Luke have, so they are not surprised when they see their interaction with the remaining two Hughes.

“So Ainsley, tell us something about you?” Nicole, Jesper’s fiancée, asks with interest as she doesn’t know anything about her but wants to get to know her.

“Uh, there is really nothing interesting about me,” Ainsley chuckles, looking around the table at everyone. “I’m a daughter of two and sister of three very talented hockey players. I’ve never played hockey, because I am a really bad skater,” to confirm all three brothers nod their heads with chuckles, remembering the times when they tried to teach her how to skate. “I got pregnant two years ago and now I’m a mom of the most amazing girl,” she smiles at them proudly, but those who know can notice the sadness in her eyes. “Which I hope will be a better skater than her mom.”

“Oh, she will,” Luke grins at her as he reaches for scissors. “She has the coolest uncles, who will teach her.” Cockiness in his voice is so clear that everyone has to laugh at it.

“I don’t doubt that,” Winking at him, Ainsley opens the glue and puts some on the corners of the paper. “In my free time, which I don’t really have, I love reading, watching hockey or crocheting.”

“And may I ask who Freya’s father is?” this time it’s Barbora who asks with a soft smile. She never heard Luke or Jack talking about him so she figured out it is probably something Ainsley doesn’t want to talk about.

“Baru,” Ondrej whispers, shaking his head, when he notices all Hughes stiffen.

“No, that’s okay, Ondrej,” she sends a smile their way and clears her throat. “It is actually a good question, that I ask myself almost every day, but I don’t know.”

“Oh my gosh. I-I am so sorry.” Barbora immediately apologizes, not knowing such a thing.

“No, it’s okay, really. I was drunk and some guy took advantage of it and it just happened,” She notices that the whole table is looking at her with pity and everyone is silent. Just when she’s about to tell them not to look at her like this, Nico jumps in it.

“Well, I think it doesn’t matter who he is because he is a piece of shit for doing this. But you have a beautiful daughter and that is what matters,” Ainsley smiles at him appreciatively, Luke noticing the interaction between the two of them smirking slightly. “Plus I forgot to tell you that we all have twenty minutes to finish the gist, so let’s get into the work.”

“I am going to check up on Fre, yeah?” Luke murmurs into Ainsley’s ear as they all are seated on the couch.

“Thank you.” She smiles, caressing his arms in appreciation.

“Oh, I’ll come with you. I need to look at my kids too.” Barbora giggles and stands up from Ondrej’s lap. During the time they all did the presents, Ondrej’s kids came that they were tired too, so Nico told them to put them in bed too.

“We’ll be waiting for you to give the gifts!” Nico sits down on a chair he brought from the dining table.

“Okay!” they call back before everyone can hear the quiet click of a closing door.

“So, how’s it going up there?” Jonas looks at the twins, his legs crossed.

“Good actually. I thought he’d be annoyed by my and Freya’s asses by now, but he’s holding.” Ainsley giggles and teasingly nudges Quinn.

“More like you two are dealing with my moody ass. But no, It’s good. Lot of pressure but good. I think Nico can feel me.” Nico only nods his head, knowing exactly what the eldest Hughes meant.

He knows how hard it is to be captain when the whole team counts on him and so does the fans.

 “Mommy,” a soft voice sounds through the almost quiet living room, earning everyone’s attention, especially Ainsley’s.

“She was up and wanted you,” Luke clarified handing her to Ainsley when she stood up and walked up to him.

“Yeah, that’s okay,” smiling up at him, she takes her in her arms, Freya immediately hiding her face in her neck.

Nico who is watching this from afar, can’t take his eyes off them. He has no idea what is happening to him, but he kinda likes it. The weird warm feeling inside his chest when he sees them together.

“Time for presents?” Jonas breaks the silence with a childish grin.

“Hell yeah!” Jesper claps his hands. “I’m starting!”

With a smile Ainsley sits back next to Quinn, who makes a face when he sees that Freya is looking at him, making her giggle.

Freya sits up and turns around in Ainsley’s lap so she can look at everyone else in the room. She waves to Jack and Luke, who are sitting in front of her with a cheeky smile.

When her eyes set on Nico, who is zoned out, she frowns a little, but when he feels someone’s eyes on him, he raises his head up looking around the room to find that someone looking at him. When he finds that it is Freya he sends one of his dimples smiles and waves at her.

Shyly she tucks her head between her shoulders and waves him back.

“Next up is Ainsley.” Jack signs out, smirking at his sister. Ainsley gulps nervously and puts Freya on Quinn's lap.

“Uh, I don’t really know what you like, so I just made you something I wanted to do for a really long time.” She says awkwardly and hands him the small white box.

Nico takes it from her, their fingers brushing against each other in the process. Ainsley flinches slightly at that contact but immediately sends apologetic smile.

He looks down at the box in his hands and opens it, his eyes widening at the little stars levitating in front of him. “Wow,” he breaths out, poking the with a finger.

Ainsley chuckles at his reaction and brushes her hair behind her ears nervously. “I know it’s not the best thing but—”

“No, it’s perfect thank you, really.” He jumps in, sending her the same smile he sent Freya a few moments ago. Ainsley smiles at him too.

No one really wants to break this moment, but they have to if they want to move somewhere.

During the time, when others receive their gifts, Freya climbs back onto her mom’s lap, snuggling into her chest with heavy eyes. Ainsley notices it but doesn’t want to ruin the fun, so she just kisses her head and hugs her to her.

“Wanna leave?” Luke mouths at her, nodding towards the little one.

“Yeah.” Ainsley mouths back, yawning after it.

So after everyone receives their gifts, Luke stands up just like the rest of Hughes’ family.

“Leaving?” Nico asks and stands up too.

“Yeah, little one is tired and already past her bedtime.” Jack chuckles and points at Freya who is sleeping in Ainsley’s hands.

“Okay, well I will see you off.” He smiles at them all and ushers them in the lobby so they can get their coats.

“Okay, well I will see you off.” He smiles at them all and ushers them in the lobby so they can get their coats.

“Thank you so much for inviting us over,” Ainsley says when she’s in her coat with Freya inside it.

“No need.”

“No really thanks. We are glad we could have spent late Christmas with our brothers and their team they talk about all the time.” Quinn adds, sticking out his hand. Nico takes it and shakes it with a firm squeeze.

“Okay, we’ll see each other in two days on practice. Bye, guys!” Jack waves and walks out of his captain's apartment.

“Bye!” the rest of them sing and wave them too.

Quinn wraps his hand around Ains’ shoulders and leads her in the elevator.

As they reach the cars, she straps Freya in her baby seat and sits in the front next to Quinn.

“Enjoyed it?”

“Yeah, it was fun,” She smiles resting her head against the headrest. “Why?” she asks when she sees her brother’s face.

“You know, just asking.” He says teasingly.

“Oh come on Quinn, shut it.” Quinn laughs at it and raises his hands in defeat, but he notices the small smile on her lips at the not directly mentioning of Nico.

That night, both Nico and Ainsley fall asleep thinking about each other.

[sunny44]

Surprise visit

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Lando Norris x Carlos Sainz x Fem!reader

Warnings: none I guess.

Summary: Your friends visit you at work.

This is a request.

It was a typical Wednesday afternoon at the bustling childcare center where I work. Laughter of children filled the air as they played with toys and engaged in various activities. I was in the middle of organizing a craft session, helping a group of toddlers glue colorful pieces of paper onto their creations, when I heard the front door chime.

I glanced up, expecting to see another parent picking up their child or someone from school that wanted to talk to me, but instead, I was surprised with unexpected visitors. Standing at the entrance, with wide smiles on their faces, were none other than Carlos, Lando and Charles.

The three Formula 1 drivers seemed somewhat out of place in the childcare center, yet their presence brought an instant energy and excitement to the room.

"Surprise!" Carlos exclaimed, his eyes twinkling with amusement as he waved.

I blinked, trying to process what you were seeing.

"What are you guys doing here?" I asked, a smile spreading across my face despite the shock of. Seeing he three of them.

Lando grinned and stepped forward, carrying a large bag.

"We remembered you work here and thought it would be fun to come by and see the you and your little ones."

Charles nodded, his expression warm and genuine, and god I love that smile.

"We know how much you love your job, and we wanted to see you in action."

Before you could respond, a chorus of excited giggles erupted from the children. They recognized the famous faces, their eyes wide with wonder and delight. One brave little boy approached Carlos, tugging on his pant leg.

"Are you a race car driver?" the boy asked, his voice filled with awe and Carlos crouched down to the child's level and nodded, smiling warmly.

"Yes, I am. Do you like cars?"

The boy nodded enthusiastically, and soon, the drivers were surrounded by a small crowd of curious children. Lando and Charles joined in, each taking a moment to chat with the kids and answer their questions.

I watched the scene unfold, my heart was swelling with gratitude and happiness. It was surreal to see these world-famous athletes so effortlessly engaging with the children, bringing joy and excitement to their day.

"Do you mind if we join the craft session?" Lando asked, looking at you with a playful glint in his eye.

"Of course not," you replied, laughing. "The more, the merrier."

The drivers eagerly rolled up their sleeves and dove into the activities, helping the kids with their art projects and even making a few of their own. Carlos proved to be surprisingly skilled with a glue stick, while Lando's creativity knew no bounds. Charles, meanwhile, patiently assisted the younger children, his gentle demeanor putting them at ease.

I was distracted organizing a few things when Mila, a little bonde blue eyed girl called me.

“Yes, dear?”

“Is the boy with dark hair and dimples your boyfriend?”

“Why do you think that?”

“Because he’s looking at you the same way my dad looks at my mom.” she says and when I looked a Charles he stoped looking.

“He’s not my boyfriend Mila.”

“Do you think hell be mine if I asked him?” I smiled at her innocence.

“Maybe you should ask him?”

Then she ran to him and touched his shoulder to catch his attention.

“hey cutie.”he says and she smiled at him.”

“Ca I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“Do you wanna be my boyfriend since your not Miss Y/L/N boyfriend?” She asked and I had to control myself to not laugh.

“I think I’m a bit old for you.”

“But I think your so pretty and I love your dimples.” She says and he smiled at her.

“Well thank you for that but I kinda like another girl so…”

“Wow, that’s awesome.” She said happy making him giggle. “Well thank you though.”

“No, thank you.” She hugged him and he looked at me and smiled.

The rest of the afternoon flew by in a blur of laughter, conversation, and colorful creations. The children adored their unexpected visitors, and you couldn't help but feel a sense of pride and joy as you watched the drivers interact with them.

As the day came to a close and the children were picked up by their parents, Carlos, Lando, and Charles helped you clean up the classroom. They thanked you for letting them visit and expressed their admiration for the important work you did every day.

"It was our pleasure," Charles said, giving you a warm smile. "You're doing an amazing job here."

"Yeah, this was really fun," Lando added. "We should do it again sometime."

Carlos nodded in agreement. “Absolutely. Thanks for letting us crash your workday, Y/n."

I couldn't stop smiling as you walked them to the door. "Thank you all for coming. You made the kids' day—and mine, too."

“We’re going for dinner today so, if your available.” Charles said.

“Oh yeah, you should come.”

“Okay, text me the details and I’ll see you guys later.”

“Great, see you.” Lando says and they leave.

After the door closed behind Carlos, Lando, and Charles, the childcare center felt quieter, though the air still buzzed with the excitement left behind by their visit. I gathered the last of the craft supplies, still replaying the surreal afternoon in my mind.

The children, now mostly gone, had left their colorful creations drying on a nearby table. I took a moment to admire the art, some pieces embellished with extra flair thanks to the drivers' help. It felt like a dream, having them there, but the tangible evidence of their visit was scattered across the room.

As I finished tidying up, I heard the familiar sound of my phone buzzing in my pocket. Pulling it out, I saw a message from Charles.

Charles

Hey! We’re meeting at La Nona at 7 PM. Looking forward to seeing you there!

I felt a flutter of excitement. Dinner with them would be the perfect way to end this unexpected day. I quickly replied:

You

Sounds perfect! See you then.

With the room finally in order, I said goodbye to my colleagues and stepped out into the warm evening air. The drive home was filled with a mix of anticipation and disbelief. I quickly showered, changed into a casual yet stylish outfit, and headed to La Nonna.

The restaurant was cozy, with a welcoming ambiance. I spotted them almost immediately—Carlos, Lando, and Charles were already seated at a corner table, their laughter and easy conversation drawing me in.

Charles noticed me first, his eyes lighting up as he waved me over. “Y/N! Over here!”

I approached the table, smiling as they stood to greet me. “Hey guys, thanks for inviting me.”

“Of course,” Carlos said, pulling out a chair for me. “We’re glad you could make it.”

As I sat down, the conversation flowed effortlessly. We talked about their visit to the childcare center, their racing experiences, and even shared a few personal stories. It felt like catching up with old friends rather than dining with world-famous athletes.

At one point, Lando leaned in with a mischievous grin. “So, Y/N, what did Mila ask you about Charles?”

I laughed, recounting the adorable exchange with the little girl. Charles blushed slightly, his dimples deepening as he smiled.

“She’s quite the matchmaker,” he said, glancing at me with a warmth that made my heart skip a beat. “She asked if Charles was my boyfriend and when I said he wasn’t, she asked me if he would be her boyfriend.”

“Look at you, making all the girls fall in love with you.” Lando says.

“Speaking about boyfriends and girlfriends,” Carlos chimed in, “do you think she’ll be happy if she finds out you’re taken and it not Charles?”

I felt my cheeks flush. “I’m not taken,” I clarified, trying to keep my tone light.

Charles gave me a thoughtful look. “Not yet, anyway,” he said softly, his eyes holding mine for a moment longer than necessary.

The rest of the evening was a blur of delicious food, laughter, and easy conversation. As the night drew to a close, I felt a mix of contentment and excitement about the future.

Walking out of the restaurant, Charles fell into step beside me. “Can I walk you to your car?” he asked.

“Sure,” I replied, feeling a flutter of nerves and anticipation.

As we reached my car, Charles turned to face me. “Today was amazing, Y/N. Seeing you with the kids, how much they adore you—it was something special.”

“Thank you,” I said, touched by his words. “And thank you for coming. The kids loved it, and so did I. Specially Mila”

Charles laughed and a few seconds later he hesitated for a moment, then took a step closer.

“I was serious earlier,” he said quietly. “About being interested in someone. I know this might seem sudden, but I’d really like to get to know you better.”

My heart raced as I met his gaze. “I’d like that too, Charles.”

He smiled, his dimples deepening. “Great. How about we start with a proper date, just the two of us?”

“I’d love that,” I replied, unable to hide my excitement.

“Then it’s a date,” he said, his eyes twinkling with anticipation. “I’ll call you tomorrow to make plans.”

As Charles walked away, I couldn’t help but smile. Today had been full of surprises, and as I drove home, I couldn’t contain my excitement about our future date.

Bonus scene!

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[seumyo]

HIII I am here to humble request 🙇🏽‍♀️🙇🏽‍♀️

I’m literally feeding off of Tokoyami crumbs so can I request a

Tokoyami x YN one-shot where tokoyami gets jealous of YN being to close to one of their friends 😼 I beg 🙇🏽‍♀️

TOKOYAMI FUMIKAGE ✰ THE CASE OF JELLY-JELLY

NOTE. No such thing as Tokoyami crumbs in this blog of mine, we’ll be having a Tokoyami feast !!

Tokoyami prided himself on being composed and level-headed, even in situations that might rattle others. Jealousy wasn’t an emotion he allowed himself to entertain—until today.

He knows you’re only talking to your friend. He’s fine with that—but watching you laugh and chatter animatedly while getting a little too close to Haruto (was it? He couldn’t remember the name) in the hallway made him feel an unfamiliar sensation of unease.

Your laughter was bright, ringing out like a serenade that Tokoyami knew by heart. You leaned toward Haruto, your hand over your mouth as you reacted to whatever story he was telling. Haruto, for his part, seemed utterly delighted, his grin wide as he leaned closer, gesturing enthusiastically.

Seeing you like this, so carefree and radiant with someone else—it’s something that he never thought about (until now).

Tokoyami stood by his locker for a moment longer, debating whether to approach. Part of him wanted to walk away and shake off the ridiculous feeling, but another part—the part that couldn’t stand the idea of Haruto making you smile like that.

“Fumi!” Your voice cut through his thoughts as you noticed him. Your face lit up, and you waved him over eagerly. “Come here! Haruto was just telling me the funniest story about his cat!”

Haruto turned, his expression friendly as he greeted him. He seemed friendly.

“Hey, Tokoyami. [Name]’s mentioned you before. A lot, actually.”

“I’m sure she has.” Tokoyami inclined his head, his tone polite but reserved.

You reached out, grabbing Tokoyami’s arm and tugging him closer. “Haruto, this is Fumi—well, Tokoyami, but I call him Fumi. Isn’t he great?”

You beamed at him, your eyes practically sparkling; at this point, it could rival Aoyama’s dazzle.

Haruto chuckled, scratching the back of his neck. “She’s definitely a fan of yours.”

Tokoyami’s eyes flickered to Haruto, catching the faintest hint of something in his tone—admiration, perhaps, or envy. He couldn’t tell. He only kept his expression calm.

You nodded enthusiastically. Oh, how oblivious you were to the whole ordeal.

“Oh, you wouldn’t believe the stories I could tell about Fumi. Like the time he tried to teach me to meditate and I fell asleep in the middle of it.”

“Sounds like you two have a special bond.” Haruto laughed.

“We do,” Tokoyami said simply, his eyes locking onto Haruto’s for a brief moment. The man before him had the audacity to narrow his eyes—so quickly—one would barely see it, but Tokoyami saw it clearly.

There was a pause, and you, blissfully unaware of the subtle tension, clapped your hands together. “Oh! Fumi, you should tell Haruto about that time we got lost in the mall! You were so calm, even when I was freaking out—because there were so many people!”

Tokoyami glanced at you, then shook his head, his tone softening. “It was hardly a remarkable situation.”

“Are you kidding? You were my hero that day!”

Haruto could only smile, but his smile didn’t quite reach his eyes. “Well, I should probably get going—I have a class to catch. It was nice catching up, [Name]. And nice meeting you, Tokoyami.”

“Likewise,” Tokoyami said curtly.

-

“You seem... tense.”

“I’m not,” he replied, taking a bite of his lunch.

You were thoughtful for a moment. Then it clicked.

“Wait a second... were you jealous? Caught the bad case of jelly-jelly, hm?”

“No, I was not, and did not catch such a case,” Tokoyami said firmly, though the way he averted his eyes from yours said it all.

“Uh-huh,” you said, putting down your chopsticks and smiling. “You totally were. You got all stiff and serious like you do when someone steals the last of the black tea in the dorms.”

He sighed, realizing there was no point in denying it. It’s not like it would kill him to be honest with you. He had to be, because that’ll show that he trusts you to tell you his feelings.

“Perhaps... I was momentarily unsettled.”

You timidly held his hand that rested on the table. “Fumi, you don’t have to worry about Haruto or anyone else. You’re the one I want to be with, okay? You’re the only one who’s ever made me feel like this. Like, all butterflies and cartoon hearts.”

Your words were quiet but sincere, and they wrapped around his heart like a comforting embrace. The little spin of signature playfulness made Tokoyami’s shoulders relax, and he met your gaze.

“Your reassurance is... appreciated.”

“Now, let’s finish up lunch so we can study foreign literature aftel. I’ve got this new book I think you’d like!”

Tokoyami chuckled softly, listening to you ramble about everything and anything that came to mind. As your laughter is once again heard by Tokoyami, the last remnants of his jealousy faded away, replaced by the quiet certainty that your heart was—and always would be—his.

And his, yours.

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[madamechrissy]

♡ Time after Time ♡

♡ ♡ Pairings ♡ ♡ CEO! Satoru Gojo x Fem Reader

♡ ♡ Warnings ♡ ♡ MDNI- medical procedures mentioned (nothing too graphic) slight scare about reader's health, emotional, married sex, breeding kink, cunnilingus, blow job, overstim, explicit sex

♡ ♡ Summary ♡ ♡ Gojo Satoru is your boss And you've been his head assistant for over two years now. You do everything for him, including and not limited to cleaning his messes, picking out his clothes, and writing his speeches. Sixteen hour days... night calls... You are tired of being overworked and at his beck and call. You decide you are going to put in your two weeks notice. He is shocked, and wants to try to keep you, because you're the best. But you know better. Right? . You really wanna fucking quit. You also wanna fuck him. Also, fuck him.

A/N (Kinda has 'two weeks notice' vibes a bit! No use of y/n.) Finished fic

Epilogue II - Masterlist - Playlist

Final Epilogue

“So… it’s been fourteen hours and no dilation. And the baby's heart rate is really high, so is yours, mom.” Comes the doctor’s voice, a sweet woman you’d had all of your pregnancy. Your heart drops at that. “We need to do a Cesarean.”

“Caesar who!?” Comes Gojo’s voice, panicking as he sits next to you, holding your hand with a death grip.

“Satoru… God. It’s a C-section.” Shoko's voice came in, as she, Suguru and Masako all sat there in the chairs across the room, as Gojo’s blue eyes went wide.

“Like… cut her open!?” He glares at the doctor, and you touch his face gently, smiling up at him.

“Satoru, the baby is most important. Gotta get her out safely.” You murmur to him, he blinks at that, looking into your eyes, and you see his jaw clench, his eyes glimmering with emotion.

“They’re safe, Satoru, I had one with you.” Masako comes up then, brushing Satoru’s silky white hair back, which was messy from the hours he’d been by your side, all night, all day.

“I don’t want her to… what if…” He stands then, pacing, and Suguru comes up to him, patting his shoulder.

“Hey, she needs you there with her. It’ll be fine, you got this.” Satoru buries his face in his hand, and Shoko comes up to him then too.

“They’re very common, don’t worry. Great doctors here. She’ll be fine.” Masako caresses your cheek as they talk to Satoru, and you feel your tummy clench tight then, crying silently.

“Are you okay, darling?” She asks, and you shake your head.

“Pain… bad.” Is all you manage, you’d been in some pain but since the epidural you had been decent, but now?

Satoru runs to you then, and you see tears glistening on his pale cheeks, as he puts a hand on your swollen tummy. “Baby girl, you okay?”

“Hurts…” Is all you manage, and then the Doctor comes back in.

“Your contractions are going crazy, and the heart rates. We are all prepped to take you back.” She comes and holds your hand, smiling reassuringly. “We’ll make sure you get your baby girl soon.”

“It’s because you’re too big and tall. Dick.” You whisper out, crying in pain, and he laughs, emotionally, kissing your forehead.

“You’re too tiny, can’t even pop a kid out.” You glare, then you both snort in laughter, until the pain and pressure is too much, and you hiss.

“Only one person can come back, are you going with her, Dad?” The doctor asks Satoru, and he nods eagerly.

“Of course I am.”

“Don’t faint, Satoru.” Shoko shouts, he sticks his tongue out, and they begin to suit him up in sterile gear.

Suguru comes up and brushes your sweaty hair back, holding your hand tightly as Gojo gets ready. “You’ll do fine, love. Promise.”

“Thank you so much for being here, Suguru.”

“Of course, that’s my godchild there.” He carefully touches your tummy, his dark eyes growing dreamy then.

“Thinking about having one of your own?” You tease quietly, and watch his cheeks turn pink a bit.

“Yeah, maybe I am.”

“You two would be great parents, promise. I better be the godmother, though.” He smirks, leaning down and planting a kiss on your forehead.

“ Of course you will be. We’re talking about it for now. But… I’m pretty active in making it happen.”

You giggle, then gasp in pain, and Satoru is back with you two. Suguru puts an arm around Satoru then. “You got this, both of you.”

Shoko and Masako come and kiss you too. “I’m having a smoke, I’ll be back to see this baby!”

“I’m going out too. I need to update my girl.” Suguru says, and you nod. Masako just smiles.

“I’m grabbing coffee. See you two soon.” She hugs Satoru tightly, and then you all are getting carted into the bright operating room.

“It’s freezing…” You whisper, as they pump you more, and then your entire lower body is numb, a white curtain placed up. You start to panic somewhat, your chest heaving with labored breaths.

“Baby girl, I’m right here. Look at me.” You stare up at Satoru, covered in a blue smock and latex gloves, he holds your hand tightly, a hand that’s going numb. “It’s all going to be okay, promise.”

“I’m scared, Satoru.” You whisper, tears falling, he kisses you sweetly, as several doctors and nurses surround you, metal clanking, instruments being used. You’re panicking but he’s cupping your face.

“I am too.” He admits, tears making those beautiful eyes you love glisten. “We’ll be scared together?”

You nod, choking on a sob then. “Do you want to take a look, Mr. Gojo?”

Gojo panics. “Oh no… what if I pass out!? And miss the baby!”

You giggle at that, and he glares. “Don’t wanna see my insides?” You whisper, he rolls his eyes.

“Already fucked em up-”

“Ahem. Mr. Gojo?” He winces, looking back at your face.

“Okay but if I pass out, adrenaline me or something.” You giggle again, as he still holds your hand as he stands, peaking over the curtain. “Oh shit!”

“Oh god… what!?” You tense, and he peeks back at you, grinning with his shimmery white teeth.

“I’m seeing all of you. Like all your insides!”

“Toru…”

“Oooh, that’s what part doc?”

“Intestines here. This is her liver.”

“All the way up there!?”

“Babies push organs up. And here… is the uterus.”

“Holy fuck, the baby is in there!”

You lay behind the curtain, blinking up and feeling odd hints of things, but you’re mostly numb, then…

“Gonna feel some pressure hunnie.” The nurse says next to you, and you nod, as Gojo peeks back at you.

“Baby this is really cool.” You snort, shaking your head at him.

“Thought you were scared?”

“Nah… oh my god!” You hear a little whine then, and your eyes fill with hot sticky tears, your heart fluttering with excitement, with love.

“Want to cut the cord, Mr. Gojo?” You wish you could see something, you see Gojo’s spiky white hair for a moment as he bends over.

“Like… right here?”

“Right there. Perfect.” You hear a clip of scissors, and then, a cry, a beautiful little cry.

“Oh my god, she’s so perfect.” You hear Gojo whisper, and then he laughs, looking down at the baby.

“Let me see, let me see!” You whine out, and then Satoru finally brings her around the curtain, your little girl.

“Oh my god…” You can’t sit, you just lay there, as he sits next to you, all wrapped up in a little white thin blanket. She has a beautiful, perfect little face, a head full of dark hair, more like yours, and then she opens her eyes, and… “She has your eyes, Toru, oh look!”

He leans over and looks then, as your baby squints against the bright lights, and her eyes are glittering blue, as brilliant as Satoru’s, if not just a little darker blue. Her perfect cupid's bow of a mouth is opening and closing, and you gently caress her chubby little cheeks.

“Hey, baby girl, you’re here. Welcome to the world.” Gojo murmurs next to you, and your heart is so full you think it will burst, looking at the two loves of your life right in front of you.

“You’re so beautiful. I love you so much already.” You whisper, and your eyes lock with Satoru’s.

“She has your hair, and your nose.” He whispers, tapping her little nose, then yours, kissing you then, tasting your salty tears.

“Your eyes, and your lips.” You whisper back, and your little baby whines a bit, then yawns, closing her eyes again. “I love her so much. So much, it hurts. Ugh, just look at her! It’s our baby , Toru!”

He grins, but his face is streaked with tears, as he holds her back against his chest, carefully caressing her tiny cheek. The sight of Satoru holding your tiny baby in his big arms shatters you further. God you’ve never been so happy, so thrilled… and honestly, as exhausted as you were, you’re full of happiness.

“You’re so tiny and cute, like a little dumpling!” Gojo says, and the nurses coo and giggle too now, along with you. “I’ll call ya dumpling, yes I will.”

“Toru, you’re so cute.” You gently brush a weak hand down his arm. He looks down at you, cheeks flushed with excitement, his face not stopping that grin.

“Gonna spoil the fuck out of you, dumpling. So pretty like your mama, aren’t you sweet girl?”

The nurse chuckles then, looking at the three of you. “She’s definitely got mom’s hair and dad’s eyes, doesn’t she? All right, let’s get her cleaned up and checked out, and we’ll bring her to you soon, okay?”

They take her away, which makes you panic, but then Gojo sits down by you, his eyes still wide. “You did so good, baby girl. Look how beautiful you are, even now.” He brushes your hair back on your damp forehead, pecking your lips. “Saw all your insides now too.”

You laugh, then wince, feeling the doctor tugging and stitching now, you start to feel a little woozy. “Don’t worry, you’re almost done, hunnie. Doing great.”

“Thanks, Doc.” You whisper, and Gojo squeezes your hand tightly, watching you with some concern now.

“Baby, you okay? You’re so pale.”

“I’m… just tired, babe.” Satoru frowns at that.

“She’s losing a little too much blood.” You hear, and your ears are ringing, as Gojo tenses against you.

The room is cold, the lights are so bright, and you’re tired, so tired suddenly. “Mr. Gojo, can you sign for her to have a blood transfusion?”

“What’s wrong!?” He’s panicking, and you’re fading, then he calms himself, nodding, and signs everything quickly, big hand on your forehead, the other holding one of your limp hands, kissing it. “Baby, stay with me, focus. Please.”

You struggle to hold your eyes open. “She may faint, but she’s fine, promise, it’s just taken a lot out of her.” The nurse comes to pat Gojo’s shoulder, and you hear him frantically saying your name, but it’s just an echo almost.

“Transfusion ready. She’ll be fine soon, Mr. Gojo.” You think you hear that, but your head is pulsing, and it takes everything to keep your lidded eyes on your husband’s perfect face, not wanting to scare him.

“Toru…” You whisper, and he’s right on you, foreheads touching, hands cupping your face.

“Beautiful, I love you so much. So much. Please be okay. Please… baby girl, can’t live without you.” His tears fall down your face, dripping hot against your chilled skin, you struggle to speak.

“I’ll be fine, babe… promise. Just… sleepy.” He’s sniffling, face all red, and you want to touch his face, but your arms just fall when you try. “Can I go to sleep for a few minutes?”

“Yeah, of course you can.”

“Don’t leave me, Satoru… please stay.” You’re mumbling now.

“I won’t baby girl. Right by your side.” He kisses you deeply, and you feel warm then, with his love, against the chill of the room, of your body, then the bright lights dim and you feel exhaustion and weakness drag you off.

***

The next thing you know, you’re waking up in a new room, a softer light than the operating room, it’s quiet and dimly lit, warmer. Gojo’s right there as you blink him into focus, in a chair bent awkwardly holding your hand, his head on your bed, sleeping with his mouth open.

You smile, gently brushing his soft white hair back, and see your baby is in a bassinet next to you, wrapped up tight, and she’s snuffling, a bit fussy. You feel a lot better now, a lot warmer, but you look down at yourself, a bunch of tubes and wires attached, making you wince a bit, especially when you start feeling a gnawing pain in your tummy.

You try to sit up, but it’s hard, so you gently shake Gojo awake. “Satoru?” You whisper, and he jolts up, looking down at you, blue eyes wide.

“Baby girl, you’re okay! Thank god!” He leans over and kisses your forehead, your cheeks, your mouth, every inch of your face. You eagerly kiss him back, wrapping your arms weakly around his neck “You scared me so much, fuck…”

“I’m okay, I’m okay, Toru.” You whisper, smiling up at him, seeing a little drool out of his mouth, and bags under his eyes. You wipe him a bit. “How long was I out for? You look exhausted.”

“Six hours.” You blink at that. “Yeah, Shoko, mom and Sugu will be back in the morning, they saw her though! I got pictures.”

You feel emotional then. “I wish I could have…”

“Baby, your body needed rest. It’s fine. Look.” He whips his smart phone out, showing you Shoko holding her, then Sugu, then Masako. All of them looked so happy it made fresh tears fall. “They didn’t wanna leave but, visiting hours and all that, only I could stay.”

“I missed it all.” He sighs, tilting your chin up. “I haven’t even gotten to hold her yet really, I failed at the whole baby having-”

“Shut it, brat. Now.” You sniffle, and he puts his hand gently on your tummy. “You almost died having her, and she is perfect . Perfectly healthy. I almost lost you .”

“Satoru… it wasn’t so serious was it?”

He looks at you, and you see it all over his face. “Your vitals dropped when you fainted, it was… I mean they told me it would be fine, but it was terrifying. Once they got you another transfusion you got stable, and they brought you here, but…”

“I’m so sorry you had to see all that!”

“Sorry? You did everything to have this baby. I’m proud of you.” You sniffle, shaking your head. “I am proud of you. Fucking badass.”

He pecks kisses on your sticky cheeks. “Badass, huh, I fainted!”

“You’re tough, trust me, I saw them… yeah that shit was crazy. Everything was everywhere. How do you feel by the way?”

“Awful. Like someone stabbed me.” He leans over and presses the button attached to you, then you moan, as everything relaxes. “Whass that… Toru?”

“Morphine drip. Press it when it hurts.” He smirks at you then. “Oh fuck, they should hook me up!”

“Hush...” You giggle, then you hear it, the faint little cry, and then look at your baby. “Can I hold her, Toru?”

He nods eagerly, standing up and carefully picking her up, placing her in your arms, which isn’t easy with all the wires, but Satoru is delicate in how he moves them. She’s so light, so tiny, and her eyes open and look at you, those brilliant blue eyes, searching. You stroke her cheek, and she calms immediately.

“I’m so happy you’re in my arms, sweet baby. I love you, I love you so much.” You’re stroking her head, and Satoru watches you with a smile.

“Can I take a pic for everyone? They were really upset when they didn’t see you earlier. Also your brothers have been freaking out.” You nod then, swiping your eyes, and Satoru takes a picture of you and your little baby. “Beautiful girls of mine.”

“Oh I don’t wanna know what I look like.”

“You look beautiful, my sweet girls.” He kisses her, then you gently. “I’m sending these to them, they will be so happy you’re up.”

You nod. “Little Rai, I love you so much.” You whisper to her again, then feel emotional saying the name, gulping.

“Your mom would love her, yeah?” Satoru says softly, and you nod, feeling that ache in your chest. “And your dad.”

“They would, thank you for letting me name her after my mom, Toru.” He shakes his head at that.

“Of course, baby girl. I love it. It’s special.” He kisses you as Rai begins nuzzling into your chest, and you realize she’s looking for something.

“Hungry, little one?” You whisper, and she starts rooting, opening that perfect mouth and you can feel your breasts fill with milk. “Think she’ll latch? I am sure she had bottles.” Satoru leans forward, untying your hospital gown then, and revealing your too full breasts.

“Doc said to try, and if not, you can pump or we can just do the formula.” His eyes go wide as he looks at your breasts. “They’re so huge, holy-”

“Satoru!” He grins, then shakes his head, and you giggle, as you gently cradle Rai in your arms, and she starts rooting until she hits your nipple.

“Look, you’re a natural, baby girl.” Gojo whispers, his eyes on yours, so full of love and amazement then.

You start to laugh, but it turns into a wince as that pain twinges. “It hurts, oh fuck… it hurts.” 

“Doc said it’ll hurt to cough, sneeze, laugh all that. Gotta put a pillow… here.” He takes a pillow and presses it on your tummy. “Hold it there and it’ll help when you need it, until you heal some.”

“Satoru… I fucking love you.” You whisper, and he smirks.

“Of course you do.” You giggle and he presses the pillow. “Is it a little better like that?” You nod. “Good. Look at her, she’s going for it!”

You smile, wincing as she grabs your breast with her little nails, and then bites down with her gums. “Oof! She’s vicious!”

“Like her dad huh.” He sits there with his chin on his hands, and you snort, rolling your eyes, and you look down at her, stroking her downy hair, watching her tiny mouth suckle, and she’s so beautiful.

“Beautiful like her dad.”

“Like her mom.”

You both smile, and he holds her head gently with one big hand, the other brushing your hair back gently. You lean back against the pillows, feeling your strength come back to you with every beat of your heart, with every breath you take for your baby. You look down at her, a perfect little doll, so fragile, so new to the world.

“Thank you, for taking care of her. For staying by my side. I’m so sorry it scared you so much.” He shakes his head, coming to sit next to you on the bed, holding you both close, as he kisses your temple.

“No need to thank me, baby girl, this is my life right here. You and my little dumpling are my everything.”

“Oh, Toru…” Eventually Rai is fast asleep, milk drunk, and you look up at Satoru then. “Can I please… wash up?”

He laughs at that. “Let me call the nurse.”

They let Satoru help you shower, and then when you see yourself…

“I feel like a cow, ugh.”

“You’ll slim down quickly, running around my office yelling at me before the blink of an eye! Back in one of your preppy little business outfits.”

“You’re so positive . Ugh. I love that…” He laughs, washing you gently, as he bends down between your legs, holding your thighs.

“You just almost died having our baby, don’t need you worrying about your appearance right now. You’re always the most beautiful brat to me.” The hot water sprays as he kisses you gently.

“Love you, Toru.”

“Love you, whiny baby.”

You sigh, shaking your head, then let him continue to take care of you. You finally get to put on clothes, and he helps you, pushing your morphine button up as the nurse checks you out, pressing on your tummy and taking your blood pressure. Satoru is by your side, and then when it’s time to rest, he decides to climb in the hospital bed right with you.

“Sleep, baby girl. I’m right here.”

“Thank you, Toru… love you.”

“Love you, little brat. Sweet dreams.”

You fall blissfully asleep in Satoru’s arms, as your baby is in her little bassinet, exhaustion taking over you.

***

Three weeks Later

“Hey, don’t be trying to work damn brat! Not yet.” You turn, baby strapped to your chest as you’re trying to help Satoru fix the crappy presentation he’s attempted, and his desk is such a mess, you gotta clean it.

“Let me help, please, I am more than capable of working again you know.” He glares at you then, coming behind you and pressing on your tummy, now almost flat again, but still a little sore. You wince.

“Shouldn’t be working for two more weeks at earliest. Doctor said so. You hurt, don’t you?” He demands, and you huff.

“No, fine really. At least let me come for like an hour or two a day! You’re so far behind…”

“And it can fucking stay behind. I’m having Kiyotaka take you home, stubborn brat.” You scowl back at him, and then Rai starts whining, and you sigh, brushing her hair back gently.

“Let me help a bit, then I’ll leave for the day, promise.” He scoffs, shaking his head, and for a moment you’re enamored by how good he looks in that suit. Fuck… how long had it been?

“Hey, can I hold the baby? Give you a break?” Shoko knocks on the open door of Gojo’s office, and you nod, smiling gratefully.

“Don’t encourage her, less than a month? She needs to be home.”

“She’s not running on a treadmill, Gojo. Just some office stuff. Maybe she misses her husband?” You blink at that, because fuck that’s true. Gojo had been doing insane overtime to cover for you both, Miwa helped as much as she could but you were the main one that ran his businesses.

“Thank you, Shoko. Here is her bottle and paci. If she goes to the bathroom just bring her to me!”

“Nonsense, gimme that diaper bag. I need a break anyway.” You kiss her cheek, sighing and smiling gratefully. “Let’s show you off, Rai!”

She shuts the door behind herself, leaving you with a fuming Satoru Gojo. “You’re pale, you shouldn’t be straining yourself.”

“I have to get up and do things, it’s how I’ll heal. It’s almost a month now. Two more weeks I’m cleared for… all kinds of things.” You look heatedly up to his blue eyes then, and he pauses, as you step close to him, yanking his blue tie so that he leaned down over you.

“It’s killing me.” He whispers then, hands gripping your ass, lifting you up high, you cry out at it. “I hate not being able to fuck that perfect pussy.”

“I can now, I swear I feel good.” Your hand runs down his crisp business shirt, and you watch his eyes get blown out from desire.

“No, ya can’t yet. I can eat you out though.” You tense at that, rushing wetness between your thighs, throat going dry. “Flip my blinds.”

You tentatively go to push the button, turning back, and he’s there, picking you up in his strong arms, kissing you deeply, and you match it, stroke for stroke, kiss for kiss. You all have had no time, even when he’s home, you’re up half the night with the baby, and most day’s you’re both so tired you just pass out.

Plus, you’re not supposed to fuck yet but…

“I need you, Toru.” You whisper, and he groans, picking you up and laying you on his little couch on the other wall, unbuttoning your blouse and moaning as he opens it, seeing your lush breasts.

“Fuck you’re so pretty.” He kisses down one, until he gets to your peak, sucking it and making you cry out, shoving your hand on your mouth, you’re so sensitive. He laps you up, squeezing the other, and it’s squirting milk now. You squeal, mortified.

“Oh shit, sorry…” He grins, licking it up, and moaning.

“It’s so sweet though, lemme clean it up.” He squeezes them again, squishing in his big hands, and laps your nipples up. You cry out, gripping his hair tightly, hips arching up, grinding against his hard thigh in his slacks.

“Fuck… feels s’good, mmh!” You get slick between your thighs, and he groans as he feels your heat, slamming his mouth down on yours.

“So hot for me, aren’t you baby?” You nod, eagerly, and he grips your hips tightly, ones you think are too wide now.

“These hips , fuck you’re sexy.” You melt, as he rids you of any insecurity you could ever have, and then he’s unzipping your skirt, you tremble when he gets you down to your panties, as he kisses down your tummy.

“You don’t have to, it’s okay.” You whisper, so he pauses, looking up and scowling at you.

“You’re beautiful, fucking brat. Got it? Every inch. Here.” He kisses your belly button, which just wasn’t shaped the same, then kisses you where you have little white stretchies on your skin from Rai. “Here. Here. All perfect.”

“You’re perfect. You.”

“And you’re perfect. These are from having my baby. And you look crazy good for just having one, by the way.” He slides off your panties then, your scar already has faded, but you have some skin and… “God you’re so fucking sexy.”

You whimper, and he spreads your thighs, kissing the inner parts, tickling you as his soft white hair falls over his face. You brush it back, gasping. “Mmm, thank you Toru…”

“Don’t thank me till I get this pretty pussy off.” You cover your moan with your hand when he tastes you, for the first time in almost two months, and you’re so sensitive your hips buck up, and you’re soaked already. “So wet for me, you’re still my little slut, aren’t you?”

“Oh fuck .” He slides his tongue up your slit, and you’re shaking as it hits you, waves of pleasure and desire for your husband, your Satoru. “Yes, I still am. A slut just for you. ”

He groans at that, vibrating against your puffy clit, then he’s devouring you, tongue flicking quick and then slow, fingers pulling your lips apart to lave you up deeper, and you’re so close it’s insane. You start gripping his hair, pulling it, making him moan again, as he sucks your clit into his hot mouth, soft wet tongue flicking it over and over, you start falling apart.

“Cumming… cumming!” You whisper out, and he grabs the fat of your ass, dragging you even closer, lapping up the crazy wetness, sounds in his little office so lewd.

“Cum all over my face, pretty little brat. Now.” He orders, eyes peeking up, though you can barely see him with your breasts these days, but you manage to, and his gorgeous blue eyes as his tongue slides up you?

Fuck.

You fall apart, gushing all over his perfect, pretty face, pain twinging in your tummy just a bit from the pressure, but it’s so good you can’t take it. You’re holding onto his shoulders, gripping tight as he drinks you in, licking you through your orgasm until you’re dangerously close to another. You feel yourself tensing, that pressure coming back again.

“Ngh, t’much… Toruu !” You’re whining, nonsensically, and you see him rubbing his cock over his slacks, making you even more turned on, you bite your lip, and see stars as he gets you to cum on him again, crying out.

“So fucking wet, yummy little cunt.” He laps you up, smacking kisses on your clit, on your lips, you struggle to gain composure, whining and dragging him up, kissing him and tasting your essence on his full lips.

“Fuck me, Toru, please .” You beg, and he groans, shaking his head, making you pout. “Please, just go gentle. I know you want to.”

“No, brat. Too much too soon. I’ll eat you out more-”

“Want you in me .” He sighs, shaking his head again as you kiss, as you reach down over his pants and rub his hard length.

“GIve it a little longer, like a few days even. I’m worried about hurting you.”

“Let me suck you off.” He blinks at that, cheeks flushed.

“I’ll be fine, just let me take care of you for once. You do enough for us okay?” He kisses your hand then. “Like when’s the last time you did your nails? Or did anything for just yourself?”

“I… I don’t know.”

“Exactly. You go out with one of the girls and do your nails tomorrow. And if you do, and you relax, then I’ll fuck you this weekend.”

“You’re pushing self care on me?” He grins, nodding, and you feel emotion prick your eyes. “Fine, that sounds nice… but on one condition. Let’s go on a date this weekend?”

“A date?” You nod. “Okay but who’s watching Rai?”

“Hmm…” There is a knock on the door, and Satoru helps you get dressed quickly, lapping your nipples one more time with a grin before buttoning you up.

“Come on in.” Nanami walks in, holding Rai in his arms, and you melt at the sight, he’s so huge and so gentle. Rai is giggling and reaching for his face. You and Satoru grin at each other then.

“I was gonna ask you guys, need a sitter?” You jump up, running to Nanami and hugging him and Rai. He awkwardly pats your back.

“You are a lifesaver, Nanami Kento. I was just saying we really need a night alone!”

“Of course, I don’t mind at all. But I asked because my wife really has been wanting to babysit her. She saw a pic of me and Rai just now and lost it.” You grin at that, Nanami’s wife was newly pregnant now.

“Of course, good practice too.” Satoru comes and puts his big hand on your back, burning your skin. “You all can come stay at our place for the night? Friday if that works?”

“Absolutely. She’s going crazy over this baby you know. She’s only a couple months along but she’s lapping up anything baby related.” You laugh at that, caressing Rai’s head.

“You’re good with her too. You all will be great.”

“Will your girl do her nails with this brat tomorrow too?” Gojo asks, ruffling your hair and making you glare. Nanami smiles down at you.

“She was just saying she needs to. Of course. She misses you.” You sigh, you had been hopelessly stuck in the house with the baby.

“First time she’s put the baby down I feel like. She gives me no attention.” Gojo pouts, and you and Nanami roll your eyes.

“You’ll be fine, Gojo.” Nanami winks at you, letting you know he understands. “You all will babysit for us too I’m sure.”

“Of course we would!”

“I’d totally make your baby eat candy.”

“Gojo!” You both hiss at him, and Gojo just grins.

***

That Friday

“Here are her bottles, her paci, here’s her favorite blanket! Oh, and here is her favorite stuffie. And she loves to watch this and this! I read this to her… and here are her diapers, wipes, powder, cream-”

“Babe, relax, they’ll figure it all out.” Satoru comes out then, dressed in a dark blue dress shirt and slacks, looking gorgeous with his hair slicked up all spiky, a smirk on those sexy lips as he looks up and down your body. “Oh fuck you look way too hot in that dress.”

“I… thank you but my hips…” You blush and he glares at you, then looks at Nanami and his wife.

“Girl, you look gorgeous . I hope to look this good.” Nanami’s wife comes up to you, tiny delicate hands on your hips now. “They’re hot!”

“See, they’re hot.” You’re flushing, and Nanami comes up and gently puts a hand on your back too.

“You look beautiful, and I promise, we like hips, okay?” His wife grins, pinching you just a little bit then.

“I’ll even give you a lap dance again to prove I like em!” You giggle then, and Gojo whistles as he walks around you all.

“I’d love to see that .” Nanami smirks too, hazel eyes glinting.

“I don’t know if I can handle another. We almost died.” You and her look at them then, both laughing softly as you both turn pink.

“Thank you all, I guess I’m getting used to some changes in my body?”

“I’m sure I will too. You’re still tiny though. Like you couldn’t even have her normal because you’re already petite.” She backs away then, tapping your nose.

“And this ass…” Gojo pinches it and you jump a bit. “I think it got so much nicer honestly.”

“I love you guys, ugh.”

“You’ll be hyping me up next, I bet!”

“I sure the hell will!” You hug her again, then Nanami pulls you against his side, hugging you both and sighing.

“Women are so complicated. You all look gorgeous and complain.”

“They’re bratty, that’s all.” Satoru pulls you away and twirls you, and you’re wearing a gorgeous sequined black gown that hugs every curve you have, even the new ones that you think you could learn to love. “Fucking hot as fuck .”

“Thank you, Toru. You all make me feel so good.” You smile at the two of them, who are in each other’s arms, Nanami’s hand on her still flat tummy, they smile over at you as Toru yanks you in for a kiss.

“You look more beautiful than that first night even. Wore something just like this, didn’t you?” Gojo’s murmured words eat you up, you can barely hold it together as he stares down at you.

“The night you bribed me on my birthday for a work thing?” He just grins, and Nanami laughs.

“You were such a dick, Gojo.”

“Yeah, yeah… still a dick honestly.” You shake your head.

“No, you’re really the sweetest. I’m glad I went that night… so glad.” He pulls you close, cupping your face.

“Ready for this date?”

“Let me kiss Rai!” You run up to where she’s fast asleep in a little pink bouncy chair, kissing her little forehead and tucking her in with her fancy soft blanket.

“Go on you two, we got it.” Nanami says, and he and his wife shoo you outside, as Kiyotaka is waiting next to the car. He smiles at you.

“Hey Kiyotaka!” You kiss his cheek.

“Hello, My Lady. Mr. Gojo.” You all slide in the back, and before you know it, you’re on Satoru’s lap, and he’s gripping your ass tight, grinding you on him.

“You look so sexy, fuck.” His glossy lips are parted as he’s under you in the dark car, streetlights reflecting everywhere.

“I want you in me.” You whine, and he groans, slipping a hand down between your thighs, already slick, shoving two fingers up into your aching hole, you gasp at that, and he pulls one out, groaning.

“You’re stupid tight.” He crooks that one finger, so thick, and as it hits your spot your head lolls to the side. “Hear how wet you are, baby.”

You can hear it, that squelching sound when he pushes past your little gummy entrance, finding that spot, and you can barely see, vision going dark. “Mnh, yes, please, fuckk…”

“Pretty little slut.” You practically purr at his dirty words, fuck he almost never says that anymore. His pupils dilate and his lips part as he watches you, exhaling and using his free hand to grip your hip.

“Toru… need you…” He moans, kissing you deeply, arching that finger up and repeatedly pressing that spot.

“Oh, so desperate for daddy’s cock, huh brat?” You just moan, nodding, not even bothering to try to play shy or anything. “Soaking my fucking hand.”

“Please, please.” He laughs softly, thumb hitting your clit now, and you’re grinding shamelessly against his big hand, his long fingers.

“Can’t wait for the date? That needy ?” You huff, and he yanks you against him, easing his finger out and pressing you on his hard bulge.

“Lemme suck you then.” He exhales, and you get on your knees in the big back seat, looking up at him as he brushes your hair back.

“Fuck I’m lucky. Beautiful thing, so thirsty for it too.” You grind against his leg as you pull his cock out, slapping against his dress shirt, one you lift so you can look at his chiseled torso. His cock is already leaking precum out of the pink tip, and you lick it up, making him his. “F-fuckk, baby…”

“Yummy.” You whisper, sucking him then, as he cries out, nearly whimpering when you roll your tongue on the ridge of him, before shoving him down your throat, choking on him.

“Baby… fuck! Mmm…” He can’t stop his moans, as he’s gently wrapping your hair into a fist. “That throat, so tight… taking me so well.”

You eat up his praise, sucking him more then, and you feel him thickening, before he yanks you off, looking down on you with drunk eyes. “Cum in my throat, please Toru… wanna taste it.”

“Why are you so fucking hot!?” You just giggle, but he sighs then, brushing a thumb down your lip. “I wanna fuck you so bad… I miss this pussy.”

“Fuck my throat-”

“We’re here Mr. Gojo, Mrs. Gojo.” You flush, and he chuckles, adjusting himself and then pulling you up gently, fixing your skirt and your hair.

“This is… fun. So fun.” You say, eyes lit up, and he smiles down at you, caressing your face, his snowy white lashes low on his seductive eyes.

“It is fun. We needed this. Now, more fun.” You giggle, and follow him out of the car then, gasping when you see where you all were.

“Oh my god! Your boat!” He’s grinning wide, and you jump up and down, kissing him and pulling him to you.

“I thought what’s more perfect, than the place I fell in love with you.” You’re emotional as you pull him down for a kiss, and then you eagerly follow him up onto the planks of his boat, his big hand gripping yours.

“I feel like we haven’t been on here in forever.” You lean against the railing, the wind blowing your hair gently in the night. Satoru comes behind you, his hard cock on the small of your back, arms wrapping around your waist.

“You remember falling off?” You giggle.

“Of course I do! Oh god… you rescued me.” He laughs, leaning more, hands on the railing on top of yours.

“You need to learn to swim, brat.”

“I know, I know! Ugh. Maybe this summer?”

“I’ll teach you.” He kisses down your cheek, and you sigh, desire thrumming through your skin everywhere he touches. “We gotta teach Rai early too.”

“I know! That’s why I want to learn. Ugh, should we check on her?”

“Nah, Nanami and Foxy got it.” You giggle as he uses the stripper name Nanami’s wife used to use.

“We’re so blessed, we have so many amazing friends.”

“I’m blessed, have a beautiful baby, and beautiful wife. With such nice titties too.” He grabs them then, squeezing them in his hands.

“Hey, Toru…”

“Yes baby?”

“With C sections, you can only do it three times. Like max. So I can probably only have one or two more kids. Does that upset you?”

“Fuck no. You could have no more and I’d understand. That was a really rough experience.” You tremble, looking up at him, as the boat starts to sail in the night, as the moon and stars are rising, illuminating his face.

“They say scheduled are way easier. So I definitely want at least one or two more… but I know-”

“That I want a baseball team?” You nod, and he sighs. “Two or three kids is plenty, even this one is perfect. Whatever happens, I couldn’t be happier that we have her. You’re not any less because you gotta get cut open. Fuck, more badass.”

“Toru…” You turn then, leaning against the rail and looking up at him, as the wind blows that soft white hair, as his bright blue eyes glitter in the moonlight. Your hands cup his face, thumbs on his perfect high cheekbones. “I do want another baby. Having Rai has made me so happy. Maybe not for a little but… I do.”

“Good, because I wanna breed that perfect pussy.” His tone changes, from sweet to a damn growl, and it hits your pussy hard. “Got you wet, so fuckin easy.”

“Such a dick.” He moans as you all kiss, as he grips your ass, yanking it onto his thigh again.

“Want a drink and some dinner, brat? Or only this cock?”

“Honestly, the dick… but we can eat. And drink.” You both laugh, as he leads you to the little dining area, the one with just one table for you two.

One of the two men in tuxedos comes and sets down plates, yummy salmon, veggies and rice, along with a fancy bottle of wine in a chiller. The boat rocks gently as he pulls your seat out for you. You smile up at him.

“Thank you, Sir.” He winks, and then you sit down, the candles on the table flickering as the light from the moon kisses everything with silver. Satoru pours you a glass of white wine, which you sip then, feeling the warmth spread through your throat as he takes a seat across from you.

He's still dressed in that sexy, smug damn look, and you can feel his eyes roving over every inch of your body, making you blush. “Fuck you’re so yummy.”

“You make me feel that way.” He moans, hand sliding up your thigh, where it’s bare at the slit of your dress.

“Just wanna eat you.” You giggle, and then go to cut up your meat, but he pauses you, doing it for you.  "Let me feed you," he whispers, and you feel your tummy clench, as he puts the piece on his fork.

He pops it in your mouth and you chew, tasting the yummy lemon and butter fish. “It’s so good! Ugh, thank you.”

“Of course.” He kisses your hand then, peeking at your nails. “You got baby blue just for me?”

“Of course.” You repeat. He kisses your knuckles, then you grab his fork, cutting him a piece. “Your turn.”

“Yes mommy.” You snort, rolling your eyes, as he takes the bite off your fork, as seductively as any human being could. You feel that desire from earlier pooling now, and sip your wine greedily, hoping it can satiate you for just a moment. “I’ve wanted you so bad…”

“Yeah?” He nods. “Me too… it’s been torture huh?”

“Fucking torture. Could have fucked you like day five.”

“Day five!”

“Yeah, you bent over all sexy with your tits out, I had to go jerk off in the shower after.”

“Oh gosh! Well I’ve had to masturbate in the shower too.”

“You brat! How dare you!”

“What?”

“I’d have gotten you off!”

“You seemed so exhausted after work-” you say, but he is glaring at you now. “What?”

“I would have been eating you out this whole time. I thought you were too nervous or sore…”

“No, I’m good actually. Like… a lot better. Fuck all I can think about is how hot you look in your suits.” You run a hand down his chest then, and he exhales, sliding his hand up your dress then, finding your soaked little pussy with ease, making you pant and whine.

“Let me make it up to you.” He bends down, in the middle of the boat, right out in the open night, kissing up your thighs hungrily. You cry out, leaning back in the little wooden chair, eagerly putting your leg on his shoulder as he demands.

“Fuck… yes, please.” You just whimper those words, and he grins up at you, as you brush his hair back.

“As the lady commands.” He dives down then, greedily sucking up the wetness that’s already seeping out of your tight entrance. “Best dessert ever.”

You giggle, but it’s cut off as he slides his tongue inside you then, and your walls clench down around the talented muscle, you arch your hips up for more, as his kisses grow hungry against your cunt now. He’s slipping his tongue up, drinking every bit of you that gushes, and you feel so dizzy, your vision blurring as he gets you close so damn fast.

“Mnh… s’good, f-fuckk Toru…” You are mumbling, and he’s groaning, flicking faster as his hands grip your thighs.

“Let me drink this all up baby. I’ll clean it s’good.” He’s mumbling, looking up at you with pussy drunk eyes, lidded and sexy as he swipes that tongue up your slit.

You scream then, bucking up, uncaring of the two random workers. They’d heard you all before anyway. Gojo pays them enough. “Cumming! Mnh!”

“Good girl.” At that you start pulsing, cum pouring down your lips and all over Gojo’s face, his lips, his chin, and you hear him slurping it all up, as your legs are trembling around his face.

“Oh my god…” You can barely think or speak, gasping for breath, then he stands, stooping over and bending down.

“Hang on to me, brat.” You do as he says, eagerly, and he’s carrying you down into the cabin, kissing you deeply, over and over. You eagerly lap your desire off his face, trembling when he strips your dress off, leaving you naked. “Oh… fuck… you’re so beautiful.”

You feel tears fall, and he tilts your chin up. “Thank you…”

“I’m just telling the truth. Should be thanking you, fuck… I remember seeing you naked here the first time. I couldn’t get it out of my head, your perfect little body.” You’re whining out, undressing him with shaky hands.

“I remember waking up next to you, looking at you sleeping. You were so pretty, so peaceful. So perfect.”

“You kissed me like a perv.”

“Shut it! Ah!” He’s got you on the bed then, hard and hot on your soft inner thigh, and you raise your hips up, arching your head back.

“That was our first night together.” He whispers, bringing back those memories from just last year.

“It was, you cuddled me for the first time ever. Best cuddler too.” He smirks, preening under your praise, sliding hands down to cup your lush breasts.

“Of course I am. Best at everything. Fucking too.”

“Yeah you are… but I need a reminder.” You stick your tongue through your teeth, and he raises a perfect brow.

“You challenging me brat?” You nod, and then gasp, as with a growl, he sinks into you, filling you up, stretching you in the most delicious way. 

“Fuck! Toru!” You cry out then, your eyes rolling back in your head as he starts to move, his hips rolling in a slow, steady rhythm in your soppy little cunt.

“This what you wanted, baby?” You nod, eagerly.

“Yes, yes.” You cling to him, your nails digging into his back as he fucks into you with his huge cock, his strokes growing deeper, harder, reaching up to grab your hands, entwining his as he studies you.

“Fuck you’re pretty.” He slams his lips down, as the weight of him presses on you, his tip hitting your cervix then as he goes balls deep, and you both moan. “Can you take me fucking you good, baby? I can’t hold back.”

“I can do it. Promise.”

He caresses your face for a moment. “If anything hurts… just let me know, okay? Don’t wanna hurt my baby.”

“Promise, promise. Please.” He moans then, and grabs your hips, slamming you hard on his length, all the way. You scream at it, as you’re pulsing around him, so close from just that.

His teeth are clenched, his cheeks all pink and flushed, brows drawn together. “Fuck you feel so good wrapped on my cock. I missed this.”

“I miss you. S’much ngh!” He’s slamming steady against your cervix now, hand sliding up your chest, squeezing a breast and pinching it, hips snapping as he fucks you harder.

“Can we get these legs up baby?”

“Kinda?” He laughs, breathy, then presses them up some, spreading them wide and then starting to rail your pussy, and you can just hear you sucking him in. He leans back and watches.

“Look at her taking me so good, making my cock dissapear.” His words edge you on, and soon you’re slippery, clutching the sheets of the bed desperately, leaning your ass up for even more. “Oh… fuck….”

“Fuck!” You both moan out at the same time, as his tip is kissing that cervix, so sensitive you’re cumming then, all over his cock, squeezing him so tight.

“Oh my god.” He’s whining again, and the sound is so hot, his pretty face so flushed, eyes so drunk, you yank him down on you, taking his hand and putting it on your throat.

“Please, Toru, choke me. Like your little slut.”

“I’ve died and gone to heaven!?” You both laugh, breathy, but he leans down, pressing his weight on the backs of your thighs, then he’s choking you, squeezing your throat on each side, pressure perfect. “You like it baby don’t you? Me squeezing this pretty neck?”

You nod into his grip, which tightens, then you’re cumming again, orgasm washing over you as he pounds your cunt, and she takes it so good, your mind gets fuzzy as he squeezes tighter. “Mnh!”

“Like she’s made for my cock.” He whispers, and your eyes roll back in your head involuntarily, drool pooling out the side of your mouth as your tongue just hangs out, pathetic. “Cum on this cock again, lemme feel her.”

You do as he commands, because how couldn’t you? Screaming out, but it’s just a whisper, until your vision blackens, and he lets you go, letting you greedily suck in air, leaning forward and laying on top of you. He kisses your lips, tongue sliding in, and it’s messy, just like your cunt dripping down his cock, down the bed. Teeth and tongues and lips.

“Imma put another baby in you, little brat. Fuckin want it?” He purrs those damn words, shoving in hard, your legs over his elbows now. You nod, eagerly, and he licks his lips then, groaning and looking at you.

“Please, put one in me. Cum in me, please.” He huffs a breath then, rythym jerky, reaching down between your bodies and rubbing your little clit then. You scream out at the stimulation, shivering under him, pressure in your tummy building.

“Cum with me, pretty. Milk this cock with that perfect pussy.” You fall with him, cunt pulsing around his cock, as it twitches, and then fills you, as Satoru holds your face tightly, slamming his lips and drinking your cries, as you drink his moans.

“Mnh, s’much! Ah… s’much yes…” You whisper between kisses, as he pumps so much hot load into you, it’s ridiculous.

“Fill that tummy full of me. Take it all, brat.” You just cling to him, as he fucks into you, pumping all that cum more, though your pussy is pushing so much of it out around him, mixed with your wetness.

You’re shaking, struggling for breath, tears hitting your eyes as he keeps pushing, overstimulating you both. “Fuck… never go this long again!”

He laughs, brushing your hair back with one hand as you cling to his bare shoulders, the other hand leaving your clit to grip your waist. “Okay, so next time we’ll only wait two weeks?”

“Yeah at best. And fuck me the whole pregnancy.”

“You’re the one that whined!”

“Well, shit. Yeah.” You both laugh, and soon he’s hard again, still in you, and you blink rapidly. “Again?”

“Oh absolutely again.” He pulls out though, flipping you up on your knees, arching your ass back. “God, your hips and waist like this? Fucking killing me.” His teeth nip your ass cheek, and you shiver, still dripping his cum and yours on the bed, then he’s shoved his cock in you.

“Ah! So big…” You whine out, as he hits deeper like this. He smacks your ass gently, making you wetter, and he fucks in and out with ease, hitting your abused cervix as his balls smack your clit.

“Gonna fill you s’much tonight, brat. Can you take all this cum?” You nod, looking back, and then he yanks your hair, slamming into you over and over, arching your back so you’re up higher, stretched beyond your means.

“All of it. I’ll take all of it, please. Fill me.” He groans loud then, hands gripping your hips hard, and he fucks you into another orgasm, then another…

Then another.

You lose count, as he falls on your back, as his weight is on your back, as he’s drenched in sweat, and so are you. You’re sore, achy, and so is he, as he came again already, and now he’s hard again . Your cunt is wrecked, so full of his cum you can’t take it, but god you want it, you want all of it.

“Another round in you, brat?” He whispers, and you laugh, then gasp when he toys your puffy clit, which twitches under his two fingers, and you’re dripping his cum and yours all over his hand. “Messy little brat, aren’t you? Suck these.”

His fingers are in your mouth, and you’re moaning all over them, drooling, as he slowly and leisurely fucks into you. He’s got you by your throat again, kissing you, and you both cry out into each others mouths, looking at each other with fucked out eyes, and you both moan when he hits that spot that makes you tighten.

“Love you Toru… love you s’much. Mmnh. Love your cock. Love your mouth. Love you.”

“Love you, little brat. So much. Love your pussy, love that throat. Love you. Beautiful.” You cry as he slides in, so sore, but god you want it.

You’ll always want it.

“Forever, Satoru.” He looks at you with those blown out pupils, his blue eyes glittering in the dark.

“You are my forever.”

You cum again, and it doesn’t end there, you all devour each other, hungry, thirsty, needy. Whining, moaning, crying. You push each other’s limits, and can never get enough. You will never get enough.

He’s yours forever.

And you’re his.

The End

A/N- This was my first Gojo fic and first JJK fic, I think I've improved a lot since this but I also will always love it.

Other Gojo fics of mine on Tumblr if you like this one :3 :

Take me Home Tonight- Law school AU- Smut/Fluff, Professor and lawyer Gojo

Fractured Desires - angsty Sato/Reader fic with some Sugu/reader as well- heavy smut/explicit

Healing Hearts - Doctor Gojo and intern student, smut and humor, medical

Silent Serenades- Duke Gojo AU, an arranged marriage, angsty asf, slow burn

Kofi link if you wanna support 💗

[tender-rosiey]

hii, hope im not bothering uu!!

my brain is obsessed with ur daddy gojo ficsss!! 🤭🤭 just a thought though. what if gojo brought his kid to work since reader couldnt hire a babysitter and had work to do!! 😱😱 kid can be a baby or like, 7-10?? or something? (idrc i jus need to feed my head with more dad gojo fics 😔😔, kid can be a girl or boy!!) hopee u have a nice dayyy!! ❤❤

missing – gojo satoru x f!reader

a/n: I wrote the kid being around 5 or 6 max, I think?? hope you like this as well! <3

you are standing at the door, checking over everything with your husband, "satoru, you got the toys?"

like the proud and confident dad he is, he replies with ease, "yep."

"the snacks?"

“of course,” he grins, pulling up the bag of snacks and toys to show you.

but you’re still stressing, "what about—“

"wifey, relax!” he starts rubbing your shoulders soothingly; “I got everything she needs. you have nothing to worry about,” he presses a loud kiss to your cheek.

"last time you said that, you teleported with d/n to the maldives."

he laughs loudly, before pulling you into a big hug, "aww, babe; I said I am sorry,” he is swaying the both of you, “you know I wanted you to be with us."

"that's not the point!"

"oh wowie, look at the time!” he looks at his fake watch and starts gently pushing you towards the car, “you’re gonna be late sweetheart."

"oh god!" you gasp, quickly giving satoru his goodbye kiss, and running to your daughter to give her own goodbye peck on the cheek as well, “I will miss you; take care of dada, okay?”

“aren’t I the one who is supposed to do that taking care part?!”

“bye ‘toru; bye d/n! love you!”

“love you too!” they both reply in unison before looking each other in the eye. satoru grins at her, “do you want to see uncle nanami?”

“nanamin!” she squeals then runs to god knows where.

soon, they finally get to jujutsu tech.

it took longer than usual because the little missy ran off and decided to play hide and seek. in addition to that, since the madlives incident, you banned satoru from teleporting with d/n because it gets her really dizzy and she starts puking.

so like the common people, he takes a car and has to wait till they arrive there. he wants to grumble, but, at least, his princess is there to play with him and make conversations.

they are finally in class when nobara coos, crouching down in front of d/n, “oh, you’re so cute!”

the little girl grins, “thank you!”

“also, I love your dress!”

“oh; thank you!” d/n gasps and starts twirling around, “mommy picked it for me! It’s so pretty, right?” nobara nods eagerly at her and it makes d/n giggle.

d/n pauses for a moment, a pout on her face and eyes get teary, and looks at satoru, “mommy…”

satoru pats her head, “we will see her soon; don’t worry.”

“wow; I am surprised you’re acting like a proper dad,” megumi comments, waving at d/n who grins back at him.

swiftly, yuuji defends his teacher’s pride, “hey! sensei is a great dad!”

d/n starts swinging her arms around and running in place like she is preparing for something. soon. it is revealed what she is waiting for. the door opens and she launches herself at the new guest, “nanamin!”

nanami effortlessly catches her and secures his hold on her, “d/n, that was dangerous; what if you got hurt?”

she looks down with yet another pout, “I know…’am sorry. just missed you.”

nanami sighs before patting her head, “it’s alright,” a tiny smile creeps up, “are you having fun so far?”

she nods happily and starts rambling about how cool nobara is or how much fun yuuji is to be around. meanwhile, satoru is standing in a corner with his arms crossed and grumbling, “that’s my daughter, you know.”

“imagine losing your daughter’s affection to someone else,” megumi pops up from behind satoru.

he retorts with no hesitation, “imagine not having a father.”

satoru looks petrified at megumi who is so very offended. satoru starts mini-panicking, “wait—megumi, I was kidding!”

“divine dogs.”

satoru shrieks and d/n squeals, pointing at him, “minmin, daddy’s playing with ‘gumi’s dogs!”

nanami averts his attention to gojo playing (read: being attacked). he nods slowly at the suffering man, “he is having so much fun; isn’t he?”

 “yay!” she throws her arms in the air.

nobara snaps a picture of d/n, “she’s adorable!”

yuuji sobs beside her, “I know right?!”

that was at the beginning of the day, but, right now, satoru has to attend a meeting for some reason with the higher-ups, including yaga. though, it hardly counts as a proper one considering that satoru laid out d/n toys so she can play with him.

“daddy, you’re not supposed to give him the green shirt; he needs the blue one.”

satoru quickly obeys, “yes ma’am,” and he changes the doll into his fabulous blue outfit. d/n giggles and holds his face to kiss his cheek.

one of the higher-ups clears his throat, “refrain from such disrespectful behavior during the meeting, gojo.”

satoru smiles humorlessly at the elder, “last time I checked, my daughter’s happiness is a lot more important than the nonsense you spout every single time.”

d/n carefully makes her way down the table and pulls on satoru’s pants, “daddy, toilet, please.”

“this was a fun meeting!” he beams, collecting d/n’s toys in her bag, “I have more urgent matters to attend to so adieu!” he mock bows, before bending to pick his daughter up, “let’s go princess.”

the door closes after satoru and d/n leave, and everyone looks at yaga. he takes a deep breath, “listen, that's his daughter. asking him not to pamper her is like asking a cat to let go of her kittens. you will get bit.”

time passes and satoru is chilling with d/n in the common room. she is laying on his lap and curled around herself. she groggily looks up to him, “when are we going to see mommy?”

he starts stroking her hair, “soon; I promise,” he takes out a candid picture he took of you and hands it to her, “how about you take this until we go back home and see mommy?”

she nods slowly and hugs the photo close. satoru smiles softly and presses a kiss to her forehead. not much after, d/n falls asleep with your photo secure in her hold.

it makes satoru chuckle. it reminds him of how he can never sleep without you either.

that’s why when he goes on mission, he scrolls endlessly through your photos until sleep takes over him or he listens to any voice message you sent. it helps him with the dilemma of missing you, and he is glad it helps his daughter the same way.

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[freedomfireflies]

Ours*

Summary: The second part to Mine*

Your mafia boss boyfriend, Harry, has arranged a phone-call with one of his most notorious enemies.

Lucky for you, you’ve got a front row seat to the show.

His cock.

Word Count: 4.1k

*Contains Mature and Explicit content, so please only consume what you feel comfortable with!💞*

“How long?”

“Five minutes. At least.”

“And everybody knows the plan?”

Asher nods. “They don’t move until they have my signal.”

“Good,” Harry murmurs, glancing down at his desk, narrowed eyes finding the open file. “Sugar, are you doing okay?”

Without even looking over at you, Harry can sense the way you’ve begun to recoil into yourself. And your cheeks warm at the dominant but caring edge to his voice as you clear your throat and scoot to the edge of the couch.

“Yes,” you call. “Just…nervous for you.”

Asher smirks to himself as Harry looks up, wearing a similarly amused expression. 

“Nervous for us, huh?” Harry muses, leaning back in his seat as he crosses his arms. “What, you think we can’t handle it?”

“No. No, of course not, I just…I want you to get him,” you clarify, glancing down at your lap to avoid their entertained stares. 

“We will,” Asher tells you, rather resolutely. “Trust me, sweetheart. He’s not gonna be our problem much longer.”

Harry nods once in agreement. “Nothing to be nervous about. He’s nothing. A fucking cockroach with his head up as his own ass. We aren’t gonna let him touch you.”

“I’m not worried about me, Har,” you sigh as you stand from the sofa. “I just don���t want anything to happen to you. To any of you.”

He eyes you for a moment, seemingly lost in thought before motioning you closer.

Eagerly, you make your way over as Asher side steps out of the way to make room, and once you’re close enough, Harry quickly guides you toward his desk and sits you down on top.

“You don’t have to worry about me, mama,” he murmurs as he stands and makes a home between your thighs. “M’not ever gonna leave you. That’s why I’m staying here. So I can make sure you’re safe.”

You smile as he takes hold of your face between his large palms. “I always worry about you, Har. Whether you’re in here with me or out there with them. I just…I want you to be okay.”

“I am okay,” he says calmly, dipping down to press his lips to your top one. “Right here. With you.”

Asher clears his throat.

Harry’s eyes roll. “And Asher, too.”

Grinning, you glance over your shoulder at Harry’s right-hand man, who nods his approval.

“That’s right, sweetheart,” he agrees. “Sean’s not gonna lay a fucking finger on you. Either of you. I promise.”

You smile your gratefulness before glancing back at your boyfriend, whose lips are pursed.

And you know why. While he understands the sentiment, he hates promises. 

This has been an ongoing argument throughout your entire relationship. 

He thinks promises are bullshit—nothing but wishful thinking and empty declarations. Nobody can guarantee anything. Especially in this line of work. You can’t possibly swear to make sure something happens when the entire world is working against you. 

But you think promises are the only real thing to hold onto you. A trust and a deal created based on faith and understanding. No, you will never be a hundred percent certain. But you’ll try. And sometimes…giving someone your word can make all the difference.

Asher knows Harry’s aversions to the phrase, having been reprimanded for it before. But you know he’s chosen to say it now because not only does he mean it…he knows you need to hear it.

So, Harry allows Asher to make you this guarantee. Because whether or not he believes in the idea…he chooses to believe in Asher. And in his ability to keep you safe.

“So…what do you need me to do?” you ask, fingers curling around Harry’s wrists to make sure he keeps holding onto you. 

“Stay right here,” he declares. “And give me something pretty to look at.”

Your face warms at the compliment, although you know he’s not kidding. “Ha, ha.”

He merely grins as he leans in for another kiss. This one much longer and much…heavier.

Whether or not he admits it…he’s nervous. He wants to know you’re safe more than he wants air in his lungs. Wants to be able to tell you that you’re safe and mean it. 

Deep down, he wants to promise you that nobody will ever get to you.

Finding Sean is simply the first step in that direction.

And if they don’t—

The phone rings.

You jolt in place from the sudden and shrill sound while Harry leans back and meets Asher’s eye.

Asher nods, finger coming up to tap his earpiece as he mutters, “Standby.”

Your heart begins to hammer inside your chest as you look between them and get ready to slip off Harry’s desk so you can return to the sofa.

But before you can, his large arm is outstretching across your body, blocking your path while his other hand moves to retrieve the phone.

Your mouth opens, ready to ask what he’s doing, but are unable to slip the question in before he brings the headset to his ear.

In a clipped voice, he sneers, “What?”

You watch his expression as he listens to the response, secretly wishing you could hear but knowing it’s probably better you can’t.

“Figured you’d find your way back to me eventually,” Harry replies, rather condescendingly. “But I’ll admit…I am a little disappointed I won’t get to put you on your fucking knees and make you beg.” 

Another beat as Harry awaits Sean’s response.

And whatever it is, it makes his brows weave a bit closer together as his teeth start to grit. The muscles in his already strong, tan arms begin to flex beneath his black t-shirt as he grabs onto your thigh and squeezes.

And at this point in your relationship, a firm touch like this doesn’t startle you, so you merely place your hand over his and do your best to offer some comfort.

He doesn’t show any signs of acknowledgment, but you know he appreciates it as he looks over at Asher.

Asher in turn takes a moment to listen to the response from his team before nodding his chin toward Harry, finger rolling through the air as an instruction to keep the conversation going.

“I’d watch your fucking tone,” Harry seethes, leaning forward as his mouth presses into the receiver. “There is no goddamn corner of the Earth that I couldn’t find you. And when you try to weasel your way out of our fucking deal…try to undercut me, and take what isn’t yours…the price on your fucking head goes up.”

You catch Asher mouth something to Harry as a silent conversation is had through tense glances.

With that, Harry presses a button on the base, slams the phone back into the switchhook, and instantly, the speakers come alive with the sounds of shouting.

Curious, your head tilts as you look over at your boyfriend, quietly questioning his intentions.

He simply throws you a smirk and takes hold of your hips right as the ringing of a gunshot echoes through.

And then, it happens again. And again. And again.

You feel the blood drain from your cheeks as you begin to piece together the truth. 

You’re listening to Harry’s team taking Sean hostage.

There’s yelling, and cursing, and more gunshots, and pleas for mercy. You imagine they’re taking out Sean’s own men first before moving for him, and the thought makes your head spin.

However, Harry smiles through it all, cupping your cheek in his palm before leaning in to kiss you. 

You go still in his touch, unsure how to devote your attention to him when so much death and destruction is happening a few feet away.

But Harry doesn’t mind. He kisses you anyway. Takes control of you the way he’s so keen to do. He pries your lips apart and slips his tongue against yours. He moves his touch to the back of your neck to go a bit deeper and fully own you. And he grins sadistically through every second of it.

There’s some faint mumbling from the other side of the phone that you don’t hear or understand. But you do vaguely see Asher press his finger back into his earpiece as he nods at whatever is being said before turning to his boss.

“Ready,” he says as Harry hums and brushes his nose against yours.

“You still with me Sean?” Harry calls, and you swallow as you await Sean’s response.

It takes a moment for it to come, the rustling of violence slowing to a stop as a shuddering breath is heard.

“Fuck you.” The response is seethed through the speaker as Harry once again smiles to himself and rolls his head to the left so he can kiss the other side of your mouth.

“Easy,” he warns the convicted felon. “There are ladies present.”

Asher’s expression is smug and while you feel rather uncomfortable bearing witness to this side of Harry’s job, you can’t help but feel a little…thrilled.

You’ve always loved seeing him like this, although it is rare. Since he’s determined to keep you hidden away from his demons. 

But now, getting to see this kind of rage, this kind of power…you’re rather smitten.

A long stretch of silence follows Harry’s response, and he uses this time to begin trailing his free hand along your outer thigh.

His fingers dance across the fabric of your skirt before innocently slipping beneath to help guide your leg a bit further over, creating more space. 

You quickly grasp onto the edge of his desk to brace yourself as you stare at him, eyebrows flying up your forehead.

However, he simply sweeps his hand from your neck to your jaw, thumb brushing down your bottom lip.

“Do you know why…I’ve devoted so much time…so much money…to making sure that the men I do business with…are capable of doing it right?” Harry asks of Sean, his eyes on your mouth, touch once again traveling up your inner thigh as his intentions become clear. “Do you know why…it’s so easy for me…to find you? Put you on your fucking knees with a barrel to your head?”

There’s no answer from Sean. You didn’t imagine there would be. Harry merely wants an audience as he does what he does best.

Shows off.

“Because you…are fucking weak,” Harry continues in a near growl as he moves his lips to your neck and his fingers to your already damp panties. “Sloppy. Pathetic. Unable to follow a simple command.”

You swallow a whine as he slips beneath the band and finds your clit. He grazes it for only a moment before moving lower to find the pooling arousal being kept from him. 

“You underestimated me,” he murmurs, kissing just below your ear. “Underestimated what I’d do…to keep her safe.”

There’s another loud thud from the phone as Harry grins and eases a finger inside your aching hole.

“So…here’s what’s gonna happen,” he decides, waiting until you’ve actually begun to enjoy the feeling of his hand before taking it away from you altogether…and stepping back.

You just about crumble, whimpering to yourself as your nails scratch down the wooden table, and you watch him with a heavy lust.

But Harry doesn’t notice, instead nodding at his partner. “Hold her open,” he calls softly to the right-hand man, who obediently moves for you.

A tad curious, and endlessly intrigued, you look between them as Harry begins to roll up the sleeves of his nice dress shirt, stopping near the elbows, while Asher makes a home behind you.

His hands find your hips and he yanks you across the desk until your back meets his chest. Then, he leans forward so he can take hold of your legs and spread them as far as they’ll go, your muscles burning from such a stretch.

And Harry watches with a hunger you don’t think you’ve ever seen. You wonder if this has always been a secret kink of his, and truthfully…you wouldn’t be surprised.

He knows that Asher is probably scared shitless right now, terrified that if he makes one wrong move…it’s his head, next.

You imagine that’s what has Harry so awestruck. Knowing that the two most important people in his life have submitted to him. That they’ll do anything he asks. That in this instance…he has the power. The control. You’ll do whatever he tells you.

It’s probably why you’re so enamored, too. Because you know you’re safe. Every other day of your life, your safety can be called into question but now…with both of these men, you have never been more protected.

You’ll happily give them your pleasure, your body, your orgasms. Any fucking day of the week.

“I…am gonna fuck my girl,” Harry continues, once more speaking to Sean as he eyes your cunt and begins to kneel in front of you. “And lucky for you…I’m gonna let you listen.”

Your heart is in your throat with this admission, skin warming as he reaches for your underwear and easily snaps it from your hips. 

“And the second she comes…I’m gonna fucking kill you,” he finishes resolutely before surging forward and licking his tongue up your pussy.

You gasp so hard, you jolt against Asher’s chest, forcing his hands to tighten around your thighs as Harry begins. 

Your eyes just about roll back as soft, practiced licks are had across your cunt, teeth nipping at you with fervor. It’s…ecstasy. 

Sure, he’s eaten you out before. And he’s always been quite exceptional at it, too.

But never like this. Never under these conditions. Not with Asher in the room. Touching you. Holding you open. Holding you down. Keeping you still for his boss—your boyfriend—as a dangerous criminal is forced to listen over the phone.

“Oh, come on, sugar,” you hear Harry tut from between your thighs, and you look down as he glances up at you through his long lashes. “You know better than to be quiet, don’t you?”

He presses his tongue flat against you before you can respond, almost as if to ensure he’ll get the reaction he’s so desperately looking for.

And it works. You whimper as you nod, allowing the sounds to flow from you freely as you slouch in Asher’s hold.

“There you go,” Asher seems to chuckle in your ear. “It’s okay, sweetheart. I’ve got you.”

And you know he does. He’s now the only thing holding you up, keeping you from melting through the desk and onto the floor. 

Harry is quick with his work. Usually, he likes to drag this particular activity out. Work you up, leaving you hanging and desperate.

But today, he wants your orgasm. Wants that permission to kill the man he’s been hunting for weeks.

So, as the sounds of muffled grunts and pained groans continue to slip from the speaker, Harry adds two fingers into play. 

The moan you make is so loud, you can hear the echo of it through the phone. You writhe between the two men, head falling back against Asher’s shoulder as Harry’s grip in your knee tightens.

Harry knows you’re sensitive. Knows he hasn’t been able to give you the kind of care and attention you deserve. In fact, he’s had you do it yourself more times this week than he has your entire relationship.

And your own hand is fine, but it’s not him. It’s not his technique or his tongue or just…him. 

He’s the only one you want. He could be shit at it, and you think you’d still come just because he was the one doing it.

The closer you get, the more your legs shake. The more adamant Harry’s curling becomes. Until he’s stroking that one spot with so much determination that you begin to slip. 

And when he feels you slipping…he stops.

Of course, he stops.

After all, he promised Sean a good fucking.

And that’s exactly what he plans to deliver.

Harry straightens back up as you dejectedly slump into Asher, your eyelids growing heavy with longing.

He rips his belt off, the clanging of the metal sending goosebumps along your arms before he undoes the zipper. 

“Of all the fucking shit…you’ve taken from me,” Harry once again calls to Sean, a razor-like sharpness to his tone, “keeping me from my girl…has got to be your worst mistake yet.”

He takes out his cock, and the sight has you drooling. Saliva instantly filling your mouth as you eagerly watch him stroke it a few times before returning to you.

His other hand finds your cunt, fingers dragging up and down and through everything that’s collected. And the brief contact makes your hips buck up as Asher tsks in your ear and forces you back down.

Then, Harry’s touch is retreating and returning to his swollen tip as he drags your arousal down his shaft, just to watch it glisten with you.

You mewl, eyes flicking up to his as you silently plead with him to fill you. To wreck you, to ruin you, to claim you in front of everybody.

He grins.

Exactly one second manages to fit between the time that he places his hands beside Asher’s to spread you a bit further and when he’s burying himself inside your aching pussy. 

He’s not patient. Not gentle. Not kind. He knows you can fit him, knows you’ll take him, so he lets you. Lets you take him, lets himself stretch you, lets himself own you.

You groan his name as your arms fling around his neck, nails scratching down his scalp as he begins his tortuous pace. 

“Fucking missed you, mama,” Harry seethes in your ear, turning to press a lazy kiss to your cheek. “Missed this sweet, little pussy. S’always so good to me, isn’t it? Squeezes me just the way I like—”

“Please,” you whisper, rather dejectedly as the pleasure begins to consume you. Overtaking the part of your brain responsible for rational, coherent thoughts.

“So fucking tight, sugar,” Harry breathes, fingers curling around your thigh as if to steady himself. “Fucking perfect. Bet they wish they could feel you. Bet they wish they could feel how fucking wet you get for me. How fucking warm—”

He snaps forward, making you whine before he’s taking hold of your waist to drag you closer to him.

“Bet Asher would fucking love…to feel you,” Harry continues, almost condescendingly as he sneaks a sideways glance at his friend. “Bet you’d make his fucking day, mama. Bet he’s never had someone as tight as you. As fucking perfect as you and your pretty cunt. Bet he wanks off to the thought of you when I’m not around.”

You can’t see Asher’s face but from the way his touch has begun to grow heavy, you have a feeling you know exactly what he’s thinking. 

Harry’s devilish smirk returns as he presses his fingers into your clit. “Do you? Do you think about fucking my girlfriend? Think about taking her any way you want? Making her moan for you the way she moans for me?”

To accompany his comment, he shifts his thrusts up, forcing you to make that very noise as Asher exhales a shaky breath behind you.

“Know you do,” Harry tells him. “Just can’t fucking help yourself, can you?”

There’s a pause in the conversation, which you assume is meant to encourage Asher’s reply, and after about a minute…it comes.

“No,” he admits, voice thick as he readjusts his grip on your thighs. “No, I can’t.”

Harry is pleased with this, smiling to himself as he slips his hand under your shirt to find your tit and knead it in his palm. “You like watching me fuck her? Like holding her down for me while I ruin her? Like to pretend she isn't mine? But yours? Ours?”

You’d almost feel bad for Asher if you couldn’t feel how much he was enjoying this little show against your ass.

“Answer me,” Harry hisses when he’s met with no response.

“Yes,” Asher grits between clenched teeth, nails pressing crescent-shaped indents into your skin. 

Harry’s smug expression only grows as he drives his hips forward until you're keening. Then, his attention returns to you.

“Gonna come for me, mama?” he murmurs, dipping down to nose under your jaw until your head rolls back against Asher’s shoulder. “Yeah? Gonna let Sean hear your pretty little cries before I kill him? You gonna be the last thing he ever fucking hears?”

And really, you have no choice. Even if you wanted to be discreet, the way he’s got you held, the way his cock is claiming you from the inside out, the way his fingers are attacking your clit is making it impossible.

Suddenly, you feel a hand on your throat as Harry squeezes and forces you upright. “No, you look at me,” he growls. “Look at me while I fuck you, do you understand?”

You attempt to nod but his grip keeps you from doing so. Instead, you simply clench around him and make another indiscernible noise.

And suddenly, everything whittles down to right now. To this moment as you watch him disappear into you over and over again. The way your body stretches to accommodate him. The way he groans at the sight. The way little droplets of sweat have begun to bead around his hairline.

He slows his thrusts some. So he can really make sure you feel him. So he can push past your muscles and drag himself through. So he can hit the spot you need until you go dizzy. Until you’re blubbering, “Please, please, please, Daddy,” repeatedly with each practiced drive of Harry’s hips.

The name seems to snap his last band of restraint as he growls and leaves bruises behind that will carry you through tomorrow.

And even Asher attempts to ease your neediness. His thumbs brushing back and forth on your thighs as he whispers, “Easy, sweetheart. It’s okay. Just breathe, yeah? Breathe.”

You’re thankful for the reminder. You don’t think you would have remembered otherwise. In fact, you’d almost forgotten how. You don’t remember anything right now except this feeling of tightness in your abdomen. Of euphoria building within your cunt as Harry repeatedly strikes you with white-hot licks of bliss.

“Getting close, aren’t you, sugar?” Harry mumbles, kisses moving down your neck as he flicks your clit beneath his thumb. Rubbing it in circles as you attempt to squeeze your legs closed. “Oh, I know. I know, honey. Want you to wait for me, all right? Want you to wait until I’ve filled you and then I want you to come with me, okay?”

You whimper again as his hand returns to your waist, waiting eagerly for him to finally find his end.

And you attempt to help him along, hands tangling in his hair, pussy fluttering around his cock, and soft, little whines urging him closer. 

The veins in his arms are pushing against his skin as he grips onto you. As he fights the urge to just throw you down onto the floor and split you in fucking half. 

You sort of wish he would.

But that thought is dangerous. Much too dangerous and you squirm a bit harder as you wrestle with the impending orgasm. Commanding yourself not to come until he has.

And feeling your struggle has Harry’s eyes rolling back as his rhythm begins to falter and he seethes, “That’s my fucking girl,” before releasing his load.

You bask in the feel of his warm seed filling you to the brim, vaguely aware of anything else until you hear Asher whisper, “Now, sweetheart. Go ahead.”

So…you do.

The office comes alive with near-pornographic moans and whispers of names. And in the middle of it all…gunshots.

Harry’s touch continues its assault on your clit as he rides you through your first and straight into your second. Wanting you to come to the sound of Sean and his men being eliminated one by one.

You choke on a pant as he attacks your sensitive, swollen cunt. As he forces you to find your second orgasm of the afternoon. As Asher continues to keep you spread, the warmth of his body, and the smell of his cologne overwhelming each of your senses.

It’s too much, too good. You feel powerless under the weight of this one moment. Of Harry, and Asher, and their promise to put you first. Keep you safe. Make it worth it.

The second one hits you so hard, it feels like a slap across the face, and Asher releases his hold on you so you can collapse into Harry’s chest and bury your face in his neck.

And Harry is more than happy to have you in his arms once again, caging you to his body as he murmurs his praises and gently slows his pace.

He kisses the top of your head, runs his fingers down your spine, and tells you how proud he is.

And as he does, Asher reaches for the phone, lifts it up, and slams it down to end the call. 

"Did so good for us, didn't you?" Harry says as you sigh with contentment and melt into his touch. "Didn't she?"

Asher hums. "So fucking good, sweetheart."

You revel in their voices. In their assurances. In the way they still sound like they're far from through with you.

And in the way you feel so safe.

Protected.

Now…it’s just the three of you.

And truthfully…

You wouldn’t have it any other way.

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[arrowthrewme]

Hello Arow how are you? First of all I love your page. There are really few soft yandere posts and seeing your posts made me very happy. Especially when it is written so beautifully. I would like to make a request. Yandere with a mute who likes physical contact × reader or yandere mute × reader, whatever suits you. Thanks in advance. I am eagerly waiting for your posts. I wish you a good day.

Hello! I'm doing quite well considering that school is kicking my ass :D

I'm so happy to hear that my silly little posts make you happy and yeah, there are so little yanderes that aren't "alpha male, protec my omega". But that's exactly why I made this blog!

(and I am eagerly awaiting your judgement. I wish you a good day)

WARNING: Yandere behaviour, male reader intended

Tell me why your hands are cold?

"Be my voice, and I'll be yours only."

Yan Mute, who you meet at your new office job.

Yan Mute, who is weirdly quiet. Only nodding in greeting anf going back to work. You learn his name, not from himself but from another coworker. Dimitri. Oh, and he's mute!

Yan Mute, who, after you kept bringing him coffee every morning and a little treat (hoping he'll open up and actually talk to you), starts sticking to you like a barnacle

Yan Mute, who sits next to you during every meeting, stands next to you during every break, even walks you home (if you walk home, if you don't, he'll try to carpool)

Yan Mute, who quickly becomes a regular in your life. Texting, chatting (which consists of you talking and him writing his responses) and always touching you as much as he can

Yan Mute, who just can't help himself but touch you every day at least 50 times! You're the only one who actually tried to get to know him and not treated him as just some annoyance

Yan Mute, who holds your hand and plays with your fingers whenever he's overwhelmed

Yan Mute, who will cry if you tell him to loosen his hold (it's practically a death sentence for him)

Yan Mute, who if you learn sign language, will marry you on the spot (not like he wouldn't anyway. You could give him a piece of paper and he'd be rushing to the nearest church.)

Yan Mute, who practically melts if you kiss him. Your lips are definitely his favourite part of you

Yan Mute, who, when jealous, gets pouty and clingy. He's an insecure guy, so he always thinks that you'll figure out that you're too good for him and leave him. So the sight of you being affectionate (aka polite) with someone makes him want to cling to you like a whiny puppy

Yan Mute, who sighs "I love you" every time he can because no one else in your department knows sign

Yan Mute, who wants kids. Wants to start a family where he would be loved. Where you and him would be together forever.

Yan Mute, who has you talk to everyone if you're together since it's both the most reasonable thing and because he suffers from horrible anxiety

Yan Mute, who doesn't really care if he's the little or big spoon. He loves holding you and loves you holding him just as much

Yan Mute, who though doesn't have a voice, will make sure you know just how much he loves you <3

[emmyrosee]

HI EMMY!! CONGRATS ON YOUR MILESTONE!!! <3 i'd like to request family time w atsumu where they visit his childhood home for the weekend, please! <333333 (i am so predictable)

The car tires crunch over familiar concrete as the butterflies in Atsumu’s stomach start to flutter. Nothing has changed, barely down to the businesses that are still standing from when he was a kid. Behind him, Kousei rattles a toy, and Hisako talks his ear off, about how she can’t wait to play with her grandmother’s jewelry box, how her crayons are better then the ones at home, and how she makes the best breakfast ever.

Atsumu’s cheeks hurt from smiling, and he uses his hand closest to you to rest on your thigh, thumb stroking over the muscles happily, more than eager to see his family and be back at home for the next few days, his new family joining him on the trek to become one with his old.

Next to him, you’re encouraging Hisako, only to then rest your hand on top of his, squeezing him lovingly as he turns onto his street.

“Daddy, you think Kousei gon’ walk today?” Hisako asks, and Atsumu looks at her in the rear view mirror, “well, it’s a tossup, honey. But maybe Grammy has that magic to make him walk.”

“Grammy has magic?!” She asks in amazement, and Kousei squeals in excitement. “Grammy magic!”

“You said your first word at Grammy’s house,” you tell your little girl, and atsumu offers you a soft ‘thats right’ in confirmation.

“Really?” She gasps. “What I say?”

“Berry,” he says, and in the mirror, he sees her eyes light up. “Although, when you said it, it was ‘bewwy.’”

Hisako giggles and eagerly looks out the window to stare at the passing trees, bouncing in her seat as you trail down the road before turning a right, and finally the form of Miya Atsumu’s childhood home comes into view, his heart soaring at the sight.

He sees Osamu’s car parked outside, along with his two other Uncles vehicles, and he smirks as he parks behind his brother, trapping him from leaving. On the porch sits his mother in a rocking chair, and he barely opens his own door before Hisako unbuckles herself and lets herself out of the car to dash to the arms of her grandmother. “Hisako!”

You pat his thigh, “let her go. We’ll reinstate the terrors of leaping out of a car later.”

“You’re right,” he sighs, smiling and nodding his head towards the babbling Kousei in the back. “Get the little man, I’ll grab his baby bag.”

“You got it boss,” you giggle, slipping out to grab your son from the back of the car. Atsumu steps out, takes a deep breath of fresh air, and a giant grin splays on his face as he relishes in the feeling of home.