#I had to do it the voices told me too 😔😭

[bigtittiecomitte]

Guys I snuck into the Glitch Productions building to achieve the happy family memories before Nori went kooky & crazy!!!

Aww Uzi’s first birthday 🥺

OMG MY HEADCANON IS REAL GUYS 😦😦😦🤪🤪🤪

KHORI WEDDING REAL 💃🕺🪩

New lore unlocked!!

Holy moly the first door! 🤩

And I also found a bonus photo that might be on the background of episode 7!!!!!

[palskippah]

Hi! Nimona told him to do a thumbs up (also I hope you get the reference image because I couldn't find it ajkdsad)

There's some mpreg headcanons and drawings under the cut! :D

By the way the limit of images is 30 so I had to make some longer images with comics to save space and put more drawings 😭

-Also, small continuation from the previous drawing:

(I wrote baby album but maybe it should be those albums that people keep of the pregnancy process ajskd)

-When Ballister first started showing, he was a bit insecure about it, but Ambrosius helped with that, in the romantic sense of worshipping and whatever, but also like this:

Translation (did my best to see how to translate it sorry sdjksd it works better in spanish)

1 Ballister: I think it's too soon to be getting fat- Ambrosius: You know what else is getting fat? 2 Ambrosius: Who said that

-Ballister goes through the denial of needing new clothes, so imagine him still wearing the stuff he usually wears and Nimona coming from behind and picking at the clothes by his shoulder and going in a high-pitched voice, as if the shirt was talking - I'm tired, boss while Ballister swats her away and say, leave me alone, it still fits me >:(

(it doesn't)

>Also Ballister absolutely refusing to wear maternity clothes, the only one he got he was like, wearing it and looking very unimpressed, and Ambrosius' like, you don't like it? :( and Ballister says, No. It's ugly as fuck >:(

>So, he just gets bigger shirts and stretch-ier pants and that's it. Also he gets an oversized hoodie and he says that's gonna be his best friend the rest of the pregnancy, and both Nimona and Ambrosius gasp offendedly at that.

So-

Ambrosius (turning to look at Nimona): What the- hey, I am his best friend. Nimona: Course not! You lost that privilege with what happened that one time (she means the movie events, more than five years ago) Ballister: Ambrosius' my best friend, Nimona. Ambrosius: HAH >:D Nimona: Aw :( Ballister: Because you're my sidekick :) Nimona: :D Ambrosius: Hey, what now- that sounds better than best friend :(

-Ballister during most of the pregnancy is like, woo baby :) but at the very last months he's at least half of the time pissed off, tired and done with being pregnant.

(my incredible math skills in the next point)

>70% of that time he's mad at Ambrosius (who made him pregnant), 20% mad at Nimona (who consciously (and sometimes unconsciously) gets on his nerves) and the remaining 10 he's pissed off at Baby (and he gets sad about that one, because he's just a baby, so he redirects it at Ambrosius instead 😔)

>Ambrosius does his best to be of help but usually there's nothing he can do aside from being there (and sometimes getting out of Ballister's sight, if he's really angry- in the sense of 'I don't even want to see you now')

>Most of the time Ballister just cools off.

-Also Ambrosius giving him massages, sometimes randomly on his shoulders or his feet, and sometimes something more elaborated, like Ballister laying down and him using body oil, setting the ambient and all to massage his back (and Ballister almost always falls asleep in those).

>Sometimes tho he just does a 'chop chop chop' at his shoulders (it doesn't do anything besides amusing Ballister and keeping him company)

>Also Nimona said that of course he'd just randomly start chopping Ballister while Ballister does nothing about it, so Ambrosius starts chopping her instead

(made these two drawings with like three weeks of difference ajdkad)

(N/SFW thingies on the next four points and the next four images)

-Also with that previous point imagine Ballister waking up all angry, and Ambrosius just not knowing what he can do for him to stop being mad, but it turns out that Ballister had just woken up horny and pent-up.

>And once he realizes, he's like Ambrosius... (with intentions of getting some), and Ambrosius is like 🧍? because a second ago Ballister wasn't even looking at him.

-Also with this, Ballister is just very much hornier now (after the first trimester which was the worst) and Ambrosius doesn't mind at all - except when his jaw gets sore or he's running late for work because they lost track of time and also other situations ajsdks but usually he's delighted.

>(In the drawing Ballister just crossed one leg over the other once he heard Ambrosius coming in, because he can't maintain the position too long without getting uncomfortable sdjksj)

-Whenever Ballister is like >:c and looking in Ambrosius' direction, he immediately assumes that his husband is angry at him.

>Y'know when you look intensely at someone so they feel your gaze and look at you back? Ballister here is trying to apply that, but it doesn't work bc of the previous point askdad

-I had written sometime (I think) about them blaming Baby on literally anything that has more or less to do with him. If Ballister's crying, if he forgets stuff, if Nimona coddles Ballister too much and pisses him off, if Ambrosius wastes all the cleaning product in two weeks because he had been cleaning too much (he's nesting and realizes that sometime later), if Nimona and Ballister eat the weirdest stuff that at least he wouldn't eat in normal circumstances- and a long etc.

-During Ballister's pregnancy, Nimona works the most she had ever worked in her existence (in the biscuit factory):

-Both Nimona and Ambrosius are the most supportive c: yippie. Supportive husband/best friend and supportive sidekick/friend/sibling/etc

>An example would be of Ballister being tired, and if the time allows, the other two will immediately suggest a nap.

>Their collective naps usually last hours and they wake up disoriented, sweaty, with drool and the sheets marked on their faces.

>Also they wake up almost always stacked, Nimona always under the other two.

Translation

Nimona and Ballister: (snoring) Ambrosius: Fuck- what year is it? (tries to lift himself up)

-Also Nimona is the self-assigned pregnancy pillow, and at first Ballister had refused to let her do that, but as a sidekick she took it upon herself to make sure that her boss was comfy and could sleep well - and Ballister reminded her that that's not what sidekicks are for. She said, fuck off I'll do it anyways >:c

>Anyways he sleeps great with her help and earns himself a huge told you so from Nimona.

>I had written a thingy where just when she woke up she was like good morning boss :D while Ballister also said good morning and she hugged him while pushing Ambrosius away, even out of bed. I can't remember where I left it but once I find it, I'll see if it's good for posting pipipi Also Ballister and Ambrosius are corny husbands

>Also here I drew my vague idea of a bear bc I was too lazy to look for Nimona bear references sowwy

-Nimona sometimes shapeshifts into Ballister to make fun of him.

(This one joke gets lost in translation which is a shame but I'm gonna share the comic anyways sdjs)

>(She's messing around about names, doing a play in words using Gloreth's name while Ballister is already warning her to stop)

>Nimona urges them to get a name soon because Baby is almost born, and they're like yeah chill we're on it - and they're both sitting on the sofa, with Ballister's legs over Ambrosius' lap, while Ballister goes through their list on his tablet and Ambrosius focuses on giving him a massage on his feet.

They're like-

Ballister: So, Cyril? Ambrosius: No, my horse at the Institute was called that. Ballister: Right, then not that one... What about Casper? Ambrosius: Hmm... no. Ballister: Why not? Ambrosius: I don't know, I just don't really like it. Do you? Ballister: Eh, it's alright, I guess. I don't think Baby looks like a Casper, though Nimona: You don't even know how he looks yet! Ballister: You shut up, kid >:v Ballister: So, what about…

And they're making nearly to none progress but yeah sjdsd

>Also imagine Nimona (as Ballister) imitating what he does now that he's pregnant but x10 times more.

Translations

1 AUGHH- MY BACK 2 FUCKING AMBROSIUS! 3 Ambrosito? Can you get me a sweet treat? 🥺 4 I'M HUGE WAAA

>And while Ballister is like wtf I don't act like that, he turns to Ambrosius like, do I act like that? 😥 And Ambrosius, who was laughing to himself, goes, well... not so intensely, which is good enough for Ballister.

>But Nimona points out to what Ballister is eating with a mocking smile (and it is weird to be mocked by a version of himself that has a pink strand on his hair, but whatever), and he's like ? what? and realizes that he did ask for a sweet treat almost like Nimona depicted he does, because he did pull the big sparkly eyes and he did call Ambrosius Ambrosito while at it.

>Then he's wondering if he really complains about his back like that (he does, but as Ambrosius said, he isn't so intense about it, usually just holding his lower back and throwing his head back as he winces. Normal)

>(the yelling insults at Ambrosius is definitely not true. But he does throw daggers at him with his eyes when he's angry, he has to admit to himself)

>Now, about crying because he feels huge- yes. Very much true, but he doesn't wail. Just sobs and cries a river like the sensible, serious adult he is.

-Also that thing of knights don't cry and whatever. This one knight does cry, and he cries a lot (at least while he's pregnant).

>He cried once because he dreamt that Nimona was a little spider and even though he warned Ambrosius to be careful, he accidentally crushed her and he woke up not only incredibly sad but also upset with Ambrosius, even though he was aware that it was silly to get mad with him over a dream.

>Nimona was like boss :( while hugging him, and Ambrosius had to scoot a bit away because Ballister didn't even want to look at him as he wept. Ambrosius said a lot of reassuring words of I'm sorry, I think I didn't see her :( while Ballister was like, but I warned you so many times :'[

>Then he was like, I promise you, I'd never hurt Nimona. And Nimona herself said, yeah boss, I'd crush him first, don't you worry about it :) and Ballister said, but I couldn't protect you :''[ while hugging her harder.

>And both Nimona and Ambrosius are (internally) like, ohh, so that's what it's about.

>Anyways, just a bunch of hugging and comforting gets him to feel a little less sad and also Nimona saying, but you're great at protecting me now :D so, there's all that sdjksd

-Sometimes Ballister just breaks down over seemingly the most trivial stuff too (which is usually just the last straw over a bunch of other stuff going on)

Translation

1 Ambrosius: Balli? What happened? D: Ballister (with one eyeline going up and the other going down): Ambrosito, my eyeline's crooked* *the straw that broke the camel's back (his hair isn't cooperating) (his back hurts) (done) (clothes feel uncomfortable) (the baby won't stay still) 2 Ambrosius (doing Ballister's eyeline): Stay very still, love (focused) 3 (they're in front of the mirror) Ballister (laughing his ass off): BUT HOW DID YOU MAKE IT EVEN MORE CROOKED?! Ambrosius (embarrassed): Aw Ballister (holding his belly): Ow, Baby, don't kick me, sorry, sorry! I'll stay still now-

>(Y'know when a pregnant person laughs the baby inside gets all shaken skdsd I find it funny, so imagine Baby being like ??!! because Ballister keeps laughing too hard and shaking him all around and his kicks are like him going, stay the fuck still D:<) (Ballister's still weepy but now he's crying with laughter, which is better than him crying from being overwhelmed)

-Also Ballister's very scared of giving birth but he's very good at pretending that Baby will simply materialize in his arms rather than him having to push him out.

(Drawings based over this)

Translation

1 Ballister happy because his baby is almost born 2 (Remembers that he has to give birth to him)

-The day that he was in labor and all, imagine the water just breaking and stuff and Nimona being like 'okay everyone DON'T PANIC' while panicking and also Ballister's panicking too (Ambrosius' at work and when he's told he also panics and arrives at the hospital in record time still wearing his armor. The power of first-time father panic)

(But someone gotta be not panicking in the situation, so Ambrosius calms the fuck down and becomes the calming presence that Ballister can rely on c: also Nimona calms down too and goes back to being herself and is very good at distracting Ballister while he goes through contractions and the hours before pushing.)

>Also y'know how in TV sometimes someone else imitates the pregnant person's breathing exercises by going huff huff huff quickly ajsdkjd

>Also Ballister going Nimona what about the bags and also don't carry me there?! and her going shit right and ignoring the second half, then returning for the bags and grabbing them, all while holding Ballister like a doll (a doll with a little doll inside SJDS pregnant barbie)

En español pensaba que fuera = AYÚDENLO, SE LE SALE LA WAWA - NIMONA DEJA DE HACER SHOW

-Wrote a lil something about Baby's birth and Ballister going through kinda a rollercoaster of emotions because at the very beginning of the pushing stage he almost had a panic attack, but then everyone in the room helped him calm down, and when he thought everything was going great, the doctor offered Ambrosius to receive their baby, and of course his husband was very excited about it and said yes, getting dressed up in the medical gown, the facemask, the gloves and all that.

(Initially everything after that was supposed to go swiftly, but I thought, no, what if Ambrosius faints like some dads do? and after watching a TikTok of a woman whose partner did faint and they had to pause her birth to hold him up because he was like over 6 feet tall, I was like hell yeah that's it)

>When Ambrosius finally got between Ballister's legs to look, his blood pressure went the fuck down. And since he's pretty tall and the nurse that tried to catch him was pretty short, the other one had to join in and then the doctor too to avoid him slamming on the ground. The thing was that Ambrosius was clearly fighting very hard against unconsciousness, giving the three people holding him false hope about him finally holding his own weight, making them almost drop him multiple times.

>Sensibly, the situation was kinda scary, because the three people assisting his baby's birth were busy trying to hold his husband from fainting. Said husband was clearly fighting with everything he got to keep himself conscious, and Ballister could very much feel his baby crowning.

>But seeing three short people trying to hold Ambrosius up and yelping when they almost dropped him several times, and remembering that Ambrosius had been so excited about it but hadn't been able to even stand the view, and feeling pretty nervous because his main emotional support couldn't even keep himself awake-, made him crack up.

>So, he's laughing out loud and going every once in a while, owfuck- because it still hurts like a bitch, while the other three keep going, YOU'LL DROP HIM. BE CAREFUL, SIR?? SIR, CAN YOU HEAR ME? and Ambrosius' like, yea- (faints again)

>(they're well aware that they gotta deliver the baby, so they're doing their best to hurry Ambrosius to get out of the way)

>The whole thing had made Ballister's body feel weak from the laughter, and he had to try and calm down to have strength again and push the baby out.

>As you'd guess, Ambrosius didn't receive their baby, and had to sit down and eat something sweet to not faint again, but he managed to stay on his feet well enough to cut the umbilical cord yippie.

>So anyways, Baby out, wrapped and all that, Ballister kept laughing more quietly about it and saying that they should mark the date in the calendar to celebrate Ambrosius fainting over almost delivering their baby. And Ambrosius' like hmm, I don't know Balli, maybe we could use this date for our son's birthday, don't you think? and Ballister's like OH RIGHT and now started laughing at himself.

I keep thinking of new stuff that contradicts what I already have posted, sowwy

>Imagine Ambrosius practically begging Ballister to not tell Nimona, while the other says she'd love to know but also is aware that she'd never let Ambrosius live it down, so he agrees on not telling her. Both eventually tell both Nimona and Baby when the latter is older and inquired about his birth, and indeed, Nimona loved the anecdote, and never let Ambrosius live it down, since then.

-Ideas about Nimona infiltrating the room in the form of a nurse after Baby is born and blowing up her cover when she commented on the baby's nose being just like Gol- Mr. Goldenheart's. And also, his hair being black like Bo- Mr. Goldenheart's.

>At the beginning when they had been admiring their baby, Ambrosius had said, he got your hair D': pipipi (he cried the second Baby got placed in his arms, got a drawing of that but I don't like how it came out wah, Ambrosius' wearing a facemask and being all tear-eyed pipipi) and Ballister had said, he got your nose :D but Ambrosius had said no? that's just a baby's nose, how can you even tell. But after Nimona commented on it, Ballister's saying told you so, it's your nose, while Ambrosius' like, Mr. Goldenheart could be either of us (both smiling amusedly because Nimona's too silly and they clearly know it's her, but she's all idk who's Nimona?)

-Also, I don't know how to make that work with the idea that when she got kicked out to the hall for the pushing bit, she went to steal some flowers and balloons with 'it's a boy!' on them for Ballister. But anyways, I'll write that bit too.

-Also this is Goldenheart with their baby, and I drew it a while back but realized that I don't like it anymore, so I'll do a redrawing someday sdjksd

>Imagine that Ambrosius was in the hospital bed with Baby while Ballister was getting ready so they could leave to their home, and Nimona said pictures timeee and then took that pic, with Ballister pointing at Baby and being all :D Also, Ambrosius looked pretty good and all, and Ballister was all unshaven face, kinda messy hair, the hospital band with his name still wrapped on his wrist as he pointed at Baby, and yet there were some people online that were like ??! Ambrosius Goldenloin Goldenheart was pregnant??

>And the people that knew even if a little bit about the Goldenheart's life, and also because they still went out and whatever, were like ? no? didn't you see Ballister like, a week ago? (Where he was very obviously pregnant and Ambrosius clearly wasn't sdjkdj)

>Every once in a while, Nimona would remember about this and repost it again, even after Baby is much older.

And that's it! If you read till here, bless you ajsdkadj

I've got more stuff about mpreg, both written and drawn, so I hope to make another post like this sometime, they're very fun to make :D

[86espresso]

can I get the "too much communication" with jack?

I think that's what your last post was for 😭

shut up (with affection!) | jh86

sum: in which jack likes to hear himself talk

prompt: too much communication (💀)

warnings: smut, angst, fluff ☺️ use of y/n :/ ,use of she/her pronouns for reader, short

wc: 908

a/n: help yes, im sorry i wasn’t clear with what i wanted but if you haven’t noticed im pretty small on hockeyblr 😔 so i didn’t think anyone would actually ask but omg so happy you did ❤️ also not sure why im seeing this decades later.

—

LIGHT shone through the curtains in Y/N’s bedroom, though that wasn’t what woke her up.

An arm was slung across her waist, legs were tangled with hers, a face was buried in the crevice of her neck, and soft lips were moving up and down her shoulder. She felt something go off in her stomach. She could get used to this.

“Awake, angel?” Jack’s rough morning voice reached Y/N’s ears and could’ve just melted right then. He had been with her for close to ten months now; meaning they had practically moved in with eachother, she was at every home game, he was at every soccer match, she had a drawer at his, he had a toothbrush at hers. They were slowly intertwining in each other’s lives and neither of them wanted to stop anytime soon.

And then he started.

The endless rambling that half annoyed, half endeared Y/N.

“Wait no- I mean that I should use a different word instead of pretty because you’re so many things and you like when i use long words, don’t you ? I should-”

“Jack, my love, slow down,” Y/N says, facing him and cupping his cheek. His hair is tousled, eyes droopy, bottom lip jutted out, and brows furrowed. He’s shirtless and the sunlight bathes him in a soft golden light. Her heart skips a beat as she assures him that complimenting her in any way would melt her even if it was the same thing, every day, for the rest of their lives.

—

The room was dark and hot and the bed rocked with Jack’s movements. He had one hand loose around Y/N’s throat and the other supporting her leg that was thrown over his shoulder.

It was all going fine until

“Y’know what Trev told me the other day.”

Y/N’s eyes snapped open. What the fuck???

His hair was falling in his eyes and a thin sheet of sweat covered his body. He looked so good and was doing so well.

“Jack? What-” she stopped short when he thrusted particularly roughly making her jaw drop and her eyes roll to the back of her head. Jack wasn’t phased though.

“He- told me how-oh fuck I’m so close, baby-” Y/N quickly shut him up by yanking his mouth down to hers. She really didn’t want to hear how fucking Zegras did whatever in her current position.

—

Y/N stood off to the side as Jack abruptly wraps up the post game interview after giving curt responses. She raised her eyebrows; normally it could get hard to not make him overshare.

Jack had already showered and changed into a delicious suit that was for sure coming off as soon as they got home.

“Hi, angel.” Y/N got on her tip toes to press a soft kiss against Jack’s lips. He wrapped his arms around her and sighed, pulling back and resting his forehead against hers. “Hey.”

It was short and quiet and so unlike Jack (even after a loss) and she hated it.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” Y/N reached forward to cup his cheek and lightly caresses it with her thumb. He leans against her hand and his eyes droop.

“Nothin’, sweets. Just tired.” Y/N knew there had to be more, she could tell by the way his fingers were fiddling with eachother and the almost unnoticeable clinch of his eyebrows.

“C’mon, baby, talk to me,” Y/N softly murmurs, Jack’s new behavior doesn’t feel natural at all. He was so full of energy all the time (definitely because of the three hour naps) that she didn’t even have to match it if she was tired; he had enough for both of them.

“D’you-,” he pauses and steps back, removing his arms from her and running a quick hand through his hair. “Do you think I talk too much? Or I over share? Does it bother you?” His brows furrow deeper and Y/N’s heart stutters. She understood why he got so closed off all of a sudden. Her tough, strong boyfriend had such a sweet heart she could cry.

“Oh hon, well yes you do but it’s never bothered me. I actually really love it. You’re able to talk so much all the time and there’s nothing I love more than the sound of your voice.” Y/N watches as Jack’s expression softens. She steps closer and weaves her arms around him from the inside of his suit jacket.

“I love that you’re so expressive. I love how you just say anything no matter, I love how-” Y/N pauses. The three words dancing on the tip of her tongue, waiting and anticipating. She takes a deep breath and sneaks a glance at Jack, who had the hint of a smile that reached his eyes.

“I love you.”

He goes limp in her arms.

“Y/N I-”

“One second. Let me finish.” Y/N steps back and fully looks into his eyes. “And I know you love me too. You know why, angel? Because you tell me every single day. Every sweet nothing, all the random babbling about how I’m so sweet to you at any given time, gave me enough courage to say it right now.”

Jack looked like he could cry; Y/N didn’t get the chance to see it though, because of the soul crushing hug he just pulled her into.

“I love you so much more.”

“I might get dry as fuck during sex though.”

“Yeah? Wanna take me up on that?”

[staycait]

HAII sorry I'm not good at explaining but could you do enemy scaramouche x reader where reader was just talking to a boy classmate of hers and scara got jealous so he fucks reader in the schools bathroom ?? SORRY IF IT SOUNDS WEIFD :33 (handcuffs + vibrators if you want to)

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⊹ 　 ﹒ 　 ❝ 　pretend enemy ! ⠀⊹⠀˚⠀ ౨ৎ

𝜗𝜚 ┈ modern!au!scara x fem!readerㅤ ✦

𝐈. ──ㅤ you talk to your guy classmate to ask questions about the project you and him are doing, not noticing the fact that scaramouche was watching you two, until he pointed it. you shrugged and told him not to think too much about it. but should you really be underestimating your enemy’s jealousy.. ?

𝐈𝐈. ──ㅤ mentions of overstimulation , cream pie , raw sex , handcuffs (fluffy ones) , sex toys , some degradation , && praise .

𝐈𝐈𝐈. ──ㅤ nsfw , smut , english is not my first language, please forgive me , not proofread !!

﹒ thoughts ; HELLO STAR ANONN!!! (Is it ok to call u that?) Thank you so much for requesting 😭😭💕💕 I didn’t have any motivation and I didn’t have ideas either. HOPE YOU ENJOY THIS!! :D so sorry this was late btw 😔😔 BTW THIS IS STRAIGHT UP PORN LIKE FIRST SENTENCE BOOM BOOM POWW jk

ALSO IM SO SORRY THIS SUCKS SO BADDDDDDIDDHHSJW BF

> story right under the cut <

How could things lead to this? You were only talking to a guy classmate for a project, what was so wrong with that?

You tried to grasp on anything you could, the bathroom stall handle maybe, never mind. You had cuffs on. What the fuck has possessed Scaramouche to do this anyway?

This isn’t fair, the fact you were the only one drowning in absolute pain and pleasure while he was taking joy at how you reacted to his touch.

God, his dick was hitting spots inside you that made stars burst behind your eyelids. The way he pounded into you just felt so good that it hurt.

You were sobbing and drooling, where had your clothes done? You didn’t know, and you didn’t care either. His cock was flooding your mind.

How was he hitting inside you so fucking deep? So rough and quick at the same time as well. This should be illegal, you thought.

Where did he get handcuffs? The fur around it was your favorite color too. How did he even manage to bring a clit sucker and a dildo to your college?

You wanted to claw on him, dig your nails into his back and shoulders. He had you wrapped around his finger. You were against the bathroom stall door with your legs wrapped around his waist, he could reach deep inside you, and he knew you wouldn’t complain.

“P-Please.. Can’t take it.. Anymore..!” You manage to mumble out.

“Maybe don’t talk to other guys next time.”

You whine, throwing your head back once he takes off the clit pincher and starts rubbing it.

“It was for the.. Project, damn it!”

“Too bad, so sad. Just keep on taking my cock like the good little slut that you are.”

You didn’t know if you wanted more or if you wanted him to slow down or stop fully.

You were forced to submit—force wasn’t necessarily needed, you’d submit anyway. You’ve forgotten how long you two were in the bathroom. Someone must’ve heard you two by now. Or earlier. Maybe a lot of people have already.

Despite the sounds of your lewd moans and skin slapping against skin being so loud, you could slightly hear it echoing around the bathroom, you hoped that no one heard you two, your dignity would be gone the moment anyone had stepped inside and heard you two.

“Please…” you sobbed.

“You’ll be fine, baby..” he cooed. “You’re about to cum, aren’t you?”

You hated his tone of voice, you hated that he was right even more.

“So fucking tight..” he chuckled.

He drove his cock deeper inside you, earning a loud moan from you. His movements were getting sloppy. So much for being cocky, he was cumming too anyway.

“I’ve to admit.. I hate seeing you with other guys.”

“H-Huh..?-“ Your own moan cut you off.

He leans against your ear to whisper, “I didn’t say anything.” This fucker.

You played along, you didn’t have any energy to say anything, you’d just be babbling incoherent, inaudible words. You tightly shut your eyes, you were so close. So, so, close.

“ ‘m so close..”

You felt the knot in your stomach getting tighter, and tighter. Until there was a ringing in your ears. A white noise.

You came, and you felt him cumming inside you as well.

You two stayed there for a good 3 minutes, maybe? Until he finally pulled out. White, thick liquid pouring out of you. And a string of cum connecting him and you together.

“You held up longer than I thought.”

You [playfully] hit him on the shoulder with the little strength you had left.

“What? It was a compliment.”

You rolled your eyes, but despite how you were acting, you let him clean you up and help you put your clothes back on.

You were pretty sure that he thinks you don’t know why he did this. You knew he was jealous.

You smiled unintentionally as you watched him put his pants back on. Maybe you were seeing him in a different light. :)

“Were you even.. Wearing a condom?”

“Hmm.. I wonder.”

As you were talking to your partner, the teacher walks up to the both of you with a sorry smile.

“Hello.. Sorry to interrupt, but [name], you have a new partner.” And come waves Scaramouche.

[desperate-gay]

how bout a heated confession between r and kim little? i really want some kimmy fics 😔😭 my girl needs more love and attention 😔🙏🏻❤

Unexpected Confession

Kim Little x fem!reader

“You, my dear, are one of a kind!” Leah exclaims, grasping onto your shoulders as everyone cheers you on. You smile sheepishly while collecting all of the compliments with a light blush.

Arsenal had just won 4-2 against Chelsea with you scoring two goals back to back at the end of the second half. The whole team basically jumped on you when the final whistle blew, congratulating you while spewing how amazing you were the full ninety minutes.

“Our little miss innocent also showed some of her rough side with that tackle.”

“Katie, stay away from her, we can’t handle you rubbing your card reputation on our goal scorer.” Steph says, shielding you from the Irish woman by wrapping her arms around your front so her taller form blocks your view.

“Well thank you all for the many flattery remarks, but it wasn’t-”

“Y/l/n, a talk?” Kim interrupts, nodding her head toward the empty office.

The team all stand in silence, wondering why their player of the match is getting called away by the captain.

You look at her with a confused look when she announces your last name. The both of you are extremely close and friends outside of games, so when she announces your last name, you’re taken aback.

You quickly follow Kim into the room before she shuts the door with a gentle click and closes the blinds so none of the team can snoop around.

“I told Jonas to bench you for the upcoming game against Manchester.” The midfielder states with a stoic expression and her arms crossed.

“What? Why?”

“That tackle against Reiten was dangerous. Someone could have easily gotten hurt and you need to deal with the consequences.” She explains while avoiding your gaze, not being able to keep her captain facade up if she even takes a peek at your doe eyes.

“That’s so unfair! Russo made a late tackle but she’s not getting benched!” You exclaim, getting irritated at the sudden hostility directed at you.

“Your tackle was dangerous and could’ve cost you an injury. My decision is final.” Kim’s tone warns you it’s the end of the discussion, but you’re too pissed off to give her the satisfaction of an easy win.

As she goes to walk away, you quickly run in front of the door, blocking the older girl from exiting the room. Her eyebrow raises in a silent warning matching the unimpressed look on her face.

“No. You’re not just going to walk out of here without giving me a reason as to why I’m being benched.”

“I’ve already told you-“

“Don’t give me that bullshit excuse that it’s because of my tackle. Yes, it was a little late and that’s my fault but that is no reason not to let me play next week. So tell me the real reason why. Now.”

Kim now raises her eyebrows in surprise at your sudden demanding front. You’re not even sure where it came from because the way the captain is looking at you, you wish you could melt into the floor and never come back, but you simply just gulp and stand up straighter to keep strong.

“Do you really want to be talking to your captain like that?” She questions, cocking her head to the side while slowly walking closer to you, causing you to feel smaller and smaller at the girl's sharp gaze.

“I want the truth.” You say shakily, wiping your clammy hands up and down your tracksuit.

“I gave you the truth, but you can’t deal with it.”

“Why are you lying? Just tell me!” The rise in your voice shocks the other girl, you’re usually always the quiet, calm, and sweet person of the team but not when someone is continually being untruthful towards you.

“You could have gotten injured.” Kim admits halfheartedly, showing you she is still hiding something.

“I am fine. You have no right to take me off the team just because of something that could have happened. If you don’t tell me the real reason now, I am walking out of here and I don’t want you talking to me unless it is an explanation or an apology.”

After a minute or two of silence, you give up. With a scoff and a roll of your eyes, you begin to turn the door handle only to be stopped by an unexpected confession.

“It’s because I love you!”

Your body stays facing the door as you process what the Scottish woman has just said. You run through all the little dates the two of you had together, remembering how you were hoping it would be much more than just friendly, but also thinking that the girl just wasn’t into you like that.

“I should have never said that, it was quite inappropriate. You may leave now.” Kim sighs with one hand on her head and the other waving you off. Slowly, you begin to approach her pacing form.

“Kim.”

“You don’t have to stay. You’re dismissed.”

“Kimmy.”

“Seriously, go home. It was a mistake and I didn’t mean it.”

“I love you too.” You whisper, locking eyes with her when her head snaps up.

“You love me?” She asks in disbelief, making you smile at how quickly the older girl turns quiet.

You take a few steps forward so you’re now face to face with her. You hesitantly wrap your arms around her as your thumb smooths out the tension between her eyes.

“I do. And I’m hoping that your confession was real because if it isn’t, you will see a hole shaped me through that wall.” You joke, causing the both of you to giggle softly, breaking a little of the tension. The taller girl’s hands find a comfortable place on your hips while she continues to look at you with a smile.

“It was real. I have been in love with you for a while now and I wasn’t sure how to tell you. I guess being a jerk wasn’t the best way.” You laugh with a small shake of your head.

“No, it wasn’t, but you can make it up to me.” Your head tilts, looking at her with a bright smile. Once she starts to lean in, you do too, meeting her halfway just before she stops.

“May I?”

“You may.”

With the whisper of confirmation, Kim softly connects her lips to yours in a gentle kiss, showing you how much it means and what it means. Only ten seconds in, she goes to pull away, but you wrap your hands behind her neck and pull her back in.

“Too short.” You mumble against her slightly chapped lips, leaving her chuckling at your eagerness and pushing you closer to her by the small of your back.

Before things got too heated, you both decided to pull away even if you didn’t want to. Although the kiss ended, each other’s arms stayed hugging around the other, enjoying the closeness.

“Will you let me take you on a date, let’s say this Saturday night?”

“I don’t know, I’m supposed to go out with this one girl who constantly takes me out on non-romantic dates because she’s sure we’re just friends.” You sigh in fake disappointment, letting the midfielder roll her eyes at your antics.

You gasp when she slams her lips into yours in a quick but fierce kiss before pulling back with a satisfied look.

“Let me make it romantic.” Kim offers with a charming smile, wooing you fully into saying yes even if you don’t need convincing.

“I’d be an idiot to say no.”

After a few minutes of little kisses, giggles, and talking, the both of you go to open the door only to be met with multiple falling bodies. A sheepish Kyra, Katie, and Beth look up from the floor with guilty smiles while the rest of the team turn back around and continue in their cubbies like they also weren’t eavesdropping.

“Everyone get dressed and leave unless you want to come in extra early tomorrow for some extra laps.” Kim announces with her captain expression, making everybody scramble.

The Scottish woman watches with a stone-cold expression before turning to look at you with a soft smile. She leans over and places a lingering kiss on your cheek.

“I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Of course.”

[lateatnewyork]

AFTERGLOW PT 2

charlie bushnell x reader

warnings: fluff, smau

summary: pt 2 to afterglow

a/n pt 1 is here

liked by iamcharliebushnell, leahsavajefferies and others yn.ln tryna fight the dating allegations 🤺 view comments

ynloml guys she’s married to me ➔ yn.ln i thought u said u wanted to keep it quiet ➔ ynloml YN??? iamcharliebushnell where are my photo credits ➔ yn.ln photo creds for first pic to him 🙄 walkerscobell so dior js told me u have a picture of me that’s rlly bad ➔ walkerscobell don’t post it ➔ yn.ln don’t piss me off then

liked by walkerscobell, iamcharliebushnell and others yn.ln the last photo is cos u stole my oreos anyway HAPPY BIRTHDAY WALKIE TALKIEEEE view comments

walkerscobell letting this slide cos u got me cool shoes user34 walker has the most goofiest pictures ever ➔ iamcharliebushnell can confirm ➔ yn.ln nuh uh aryan does ➔ aryansimhadri STOP 👏 BULLYING 👏 ME ➔ walkerscobell LMAOOOO hearts4yn oh to be a part of the pjo cast 😔 ➔ ynloml no cos i want them to be my besties too

CHARLIE BUSHNELL AND YN LN DATING? HERES ALL THE PROOF.

Charlie Bushnell was seen with back scratches in Dior Goodjohn’s vlog a day after YN posted that she had gotten her nails done.

Sources say they saw YN with a man who looks a lot like Charlie at the beach. The same day both and YN and Charlie soft launched their significant other at the beach.

YN had posted that she got new white ribbons on her TikTok just a week before this photo was supposedly taken and she also mentioned her newly bought books on her now deleted instagram story. Also in the aforementioned TikTok a voice called out YN’s name in the background. It was a manly voice which sounded a lot like Charlie’s.

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user09 leave them tf alone ➔ username they’re literally asking for it by being famous ➔ ynlove i don’t think two 19 year olds are asking for their ‘supposed’ relationship to be stalked username yn is such an attention seeker ➔ hearts4yn u say this as if she cares abt u ➔ username she doesn’t care abt u either ➔ hearts4yn no but at least i’m not hating on someone js cos they’re more successful than me.

liked by iamcharliebushnell, sabrinacarpenter and others yn.ln why’s he so fine 🙈 tagged: iamcharliebushnell comments are closed

liked by yn.ln, walkerscobell and others iamcharliebushnell she kinda… 🔥 tagged: yn.ln comments are closed

liked by leahsavajeffries, ryanreynolds and others yn.ln this is my thirteenth reason why ft inez view comments

ryanreynolds ur a bit too young to be watching that show ➔ yn.ln actually blake let me 🤓 👆 user34 UR CAT IS SO CUTEEE ➔ yn.ln FRR SHES SUCH A LIL CUTIE walkerscobell i wanna steal ur cat ➔ iamcharliebushnell don’t do that ➔ yn.ln real otherwise i will jump u aryansimhadri r u getting more cats? ➔ yn.ln maybe 🤭 user56 CANT BELIEVE YN AND CHARLIE ARE DATING ➔ hearts4yn THEYRE SO IT COUPLE

liked by dior.n.goodjohn, aryansimhadri and others yn.ln inez and betty love their lil sister augustine (auggie) view comments

aryansimhadri miss girl thought she could js sneak charlie in 🤨 ➔ yn.ln had to put my baby daddy in 😔 taylorswift THEYRE SO CUTE HONOURED TO HVE THEM NAMED AFTER MY CHARACTERS 🤭 ➔ yn.ln honoured to have them be raised by u iamcharliebushnell love being a girl dad ❤️ ➔ yn.ln love u being a girl dad hearts4yn what type of cats are they 🥺 ➔ yn.ln inez and betty are turkish angoras and auggie is a bombay cat 🫶🏻 ynloml taylor being the biggest fan of yn’s cats 😭 charlie&yn not yn and charlie pretending to be irl parents ➔ yn.ln wdym we literally have 3 daughters ➔ iamcharliebushnell fr ➔ charlie&yn YN AND CHARLIE HELLO??? ➔ user06 u literally won in life.

@editor : they’re literally every romantic couple ever coded comments:

whosyn omg u guys are so talented ➔ editor OMG YN HII username OMG YN COMMENTED U LITERALLY WON ➔ editor SHE LIKED TOO

@ mayorcoco : petition to be ur aphrodite representation after yn comments

whosyn YOU DONT EVEN NEED TO ASK BBG ➔ mayorcoco LUV UUUUU user58 yn commented and reposted 🤩!! ➔ mayorcoco we’re acc mutuals 😭 🙏 ➔ pjofangirl GIRLY U SO LUCKYY

liked by walkerscobell, leahsavajeffries and others yn.ln stole yn’s unlocked phone 😈 view comments

iamcharliebushnell WALKER WILLIAM SCOBELL GIVE IT BACK ➔ iamcharliebushnell this is yn btw ➔ yn.ln WHYD U REVEAL MY MIDDLE NAME ➔ iamcharliebushnell YOU DESERVE IT hearts4yn they’re so goofy 😭 ynloml this would be so confusing to read back on aryansimhadri i’d like to exclude myself from this narrative ➔ leahsavajeffries i plead innocent ➔ aryansimhadri i plead walker forced us to do this

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iamcharliebushnell WALKER ‼️ THIS POST IS NOW DELETED ‼️

liked by leahsavajeffries, dior.n.goodjohn and others iamcharliebushnell they both got their revenge (last pic is moments before yn pushed him down) view comments

yn.ln I DIDNT PUSH HIM ➔ walkerscobell yes u did ➔ leenascobell W yn ➔ dior.n.goodjohn real 🗣️ 🔥 💯 aryansimhadri did not expect walker forehead reveal ➔ walkerscobell didn’t expect for u to sing adele ➔ aryansimhadri STOP ➔ yn.ln drop the diss track 💯 leahsavajeffries i feel like we need context for 2nd pic ➔ iamcharliebushnell U WERE LITERALLY THERE ➔ iamcharliebushnell walker gave yn too much blue food colouring ➔ leahsavajeffries i gotta feed the ppl 😔 user34 stop i love this cast

a/n off topic but i love mayor coco on tt my favourite pjo fangirl frfr

[appleblueberry-pie]

When Gojo asks why we won’t just be with him we tell him that he isn’t worth it 😔🫰

He isn’t worth the body or the history… I know a lot of people like to brag about having exes and body’s but that shit is so embarrassing to me 😭 like I feel like a whore because a boy kissed me in like middle school and he was a BOY. Boys are so gross omg-anyway-

Like why would I date you if we’re gonna break up? Get out of my face bro 😔

"....Is that what you became friends with me for? I'm not interested in dating you, Gojo."

Gojo never knew you were the type to reject people like him. He was everything you wanted in a man and he knew it. Money, extroverted, very fine, strong, tall, sexy, intelligent, all of the above. So....why did you say no to his confession? I repeat, HE CONFESSED and you rejected HIM. He couldn't help but accidentally voice his thoughts.

He leans back in surprised and scrunches his eyebrows at your response. "What?" You raise your eyebrows at his answer and continued eating the food he bought you at this expensive cafe that you now loved. ".....What? Never been rejected before?" You laughed at his response and kept eating. He wasn't gonna pressure you into dog shit, he could kiss ass. You did like his qualities. But with how the dating pool is currently, you wouldn't be surprised if he had three bitches lighting his phone up currently. You had zero hope in all men unless they don't use their phones at all and instead told you the worst jokes on planet in hopes of swooning you.

You would rather not date him. He was nice eye candy though. He gains his composure back and leans on the table. "Yeah, I have been, but I felt like we were both interested in each other, you know...?" You nod, understanding what he meant. "Yeah....sorry if it seemed like I was leading you on." He shakes his head, still incredibly butt hurt inside. "No, it's not your fault."

Why did you say no? He wants to ask desperately. Too many questions filled his mind at the possibilities. Were you lesbian and he was too stupid to realize? Was he not your type at all whatsoever? Was he too stuck up like Suguru said? He doesn't know. "Is it okay if I ask what made you say no?"

You shrug and look up in thought. "Well, it's not you, it's just....too much is happening right now. And I mean with everyone. Too many people are love-bombing each other, there's no genuine connection ever, then there's 'situationships', and a looot of people my age don't have patience for long-term relationships and it's just....i feel like- ugh i guess I'll say it. But I feel like you're the perfect person to have all of those qualities. You're very attractive, Satoru, so....I don't know if I'm ready to trust you enough not to put those labels on your head. It's dumb, but yeah. And I do too much with relationships. I put too much time and energy into the person I'm with, and i hate doing that knowing that there are so many people who've just neglected my needs in return. Basically, I love trauma."

Satoru watched you the entire time you spoke, so you found it hard to continue speaking, but you managed to push through. "Fuck them." You roll your eyes and he takes one of your fries, eating them. "I'm serious. I can give you everything you want and need y/n. I wouldn't ask you out if I didn't have a major attraction and connection to you."

You didn't look impressed, but he was determined. "I agree with you. All of the girls I tried to date just wanted me for sex. I know you would treat me better than that. And I would be willing to give you the love and respect you deserve. I get....I don't want to say this, but I get really happy at the thought of being able to provide for you. All I want is you. And it's okay if you don't want me now."

He takes a piece of your cake and eats it without your permission. "I'm willing to wait."

I'm sorry I took forever with this omg. This is the start of many. I might do like 6 more tomorrow. I need sleep.

[mt-oe]

I love ur workkkk 🥺🥺 … my heart melted

Can I request a mizu x reader in which reader was upset with mizu , and mizu trying to make reader feel happy with her ( I know I worded it poorly 😭😔. English is not my first language 😔). this can be sfw or nsfw. u write the spiciest nsfw stuff 😉

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Hey dear!

Thank you so much for requesting! I'm so sorry if this was WAY overdue. I'll try to make up for it by writing as best as I can <3

Also, please don't think too much about how you worded it. Trying to communicate your ideas, regardless of how you worded it, is already enough.

On an unrelated note, I am temporarily closing my inbox so I can catch up on requests. I wouldn't want to rush since that might compromise the quality of the fics. I deeply appreciate the messages and comments and would really like to answer them but I'm still too shy ;; I promise I'm really trying. Please don't get mad or disappointed in me. Thank you for understanding!

Anyways, I hope you enjoy! Mwa mwa :*

warning/s: not proofread, she/her for mizu, implied afab reader

Mizu has done a lot of things before. Her sword has known the blood of many, cut through numerous organs, and had seen death like it was the next door neighbor. The fights she had fought were more ferocious than what most warriors could stomach. With a will of steel and the mind of a tactician, a capable swordsman she truly was. But...

How the hell was she going to get through this one?

Cerulean orbs narrowed as she watched you, or more precisely, your back. Her gaze roaming from the tips of your hair to the way your back slumped. Your huffs and whispered grumbles were the only sound that could be heard from the room.

She could feel her palms sweating and her fingers running cold. Not a single coherent thought formed in her brain from how unnerving the situation was. For the first time in her life, she was faced with an opponent she did not know how to defeat.

And this opponent was strong. Not even the swing of her sword or the strength of her hands could quell the wrath and sheer rage of this enemy. Mizu knew she had to plan her next move well or this could cost her everything.

And this opponent...was her wife's anger.

Yes, the ronin who quite literally bit someone's nose, survived a fall from several stories high, burned down Edo, was utterly helpless under her lover's wrath.

"I said I was sorry. What else do I have to do?" she asked, placing a hand on your shoulder, trying to pull you to face her. A groan of frustration boiled at her throat as you shrugged her hand off harshly. "I said I was sorry. What else do I have to do?" you mocked her, imitating her low voice before sticking your tongue. "Go figure it out yourself! Hmph!"

This was so stupid, she thought. But despite the words in her head, she was utterly lost.

All this drama just because she missed a kabuki show that you wanted to watch?

Sure, you had told her ahead of time. Sure, you already planned it out. Sure, you were already at the venue. But it was just a goddamn stage play, what were you so upset about? There would be another show next week with the same story anyway, and if you were so excited to watch, you could have watched it without her.

So what was the big deal about it?

She rolled her eyes before standing up, looking at you in resignation. "Fine, sulk," she grumbled in response, to which you stuck your tongue out. She rolled her eyes once again before strapping her sword to her waist. "Talk when you're no longer acting like a brat." And with those words, she left, slamming the door and causing it to bounce open slightly.

Upon hearing her footsteps fading, you immediately let out a loud sigh. You turned to look at the spot where your lover had previously sat on with a sense of hurt. "But I wanted to go on a date..." you whispered to yourself, throat tightening.

This was one of those moments where you really just had to say, 'it is what it is', and pretend to not get hurt.

You knew Mizu wasn't the most romantic person on the planet. Hell, it was even a surprise that she asked you out. However, there were times when you wished you could open her head and shove some cheesy romance novels, because how the fuck did she not get that you were asking her out on a date?

Urgh.

"What am I even expecting?" you asked yourself out loud, bringing the tickets you had bought for both of you. Tickets that were wasted just because she thought training and buying supplies were more important than spending 4 hours watching a play in a theater with her wife. "Maybe next time I'll just watch her train."

You love her. Of course you did. And you knew she loves you too, but sometimes her inability to understand or express romance made you question it.

Slowly and painfully, you tore up the tickets and fed it to the candle flame, watching as it turned to ashes. Welp. There goes your idea of a romantic evening. "And I planned it for so long too," you sighed as you brought your knees to your chest.

Unbeknown to you, your wife had secretly sneaked back, sitting beside the small door crack she had intentionally made earlier. A small frown on her face as she realized how much she fucked up.

You were right.

You did plan it for a long time. She could see your eyes widen every time the two of you passed by the theatre whenever you went out for supplies, filled with excitement that she couldn't understand then. And you already told her early, so it wasn't like it was out of the schedule or out of the way. Most of all, you were already at the venue.

You were waiting for this for such a long time.

You were waiting for her for such a long time.

And she wasted your efforts. She somehow thought that what you were so eager for was something she could trade for a few hours of extra training.

Guilt welled up in her as she continued to listen to your sighs, peeking inside the room every now and then to make sure you were okay. Her heart clenched in an odd, unfamiliar, yet extremely uncomfortable way at the sight of your frown.

Damnit. Mizu knew she messed up big time. However, even if she felt absolutely terrible, she also knew she couldn't just come back in and reveal that she had just watched you go through five stages of grief in less than an hour or else you'd feel like you forced her to apologize. But how could she make up for this?

As she was deep in thought, thinking of ways on how she could apologize, she suddenly heard the soft padding sound of your feet on the tatami mat as you stood up. "I guess I'll take a nap. Maybe I'll feel better when I wake up," she heard you sigh for the umpteenth time.

Her eyes watched you stretch before pulling the futon out of the closet and set it up. Your hands carefully undid the pins stuck to your hair before laying down, pulling the covers over you, the frown you wore never dissipating.

She could feel her conscience weighing down on her, telling her what a dense idiot she was. The feeling hitting her like a ton of bricks as she watched you slowly fall asleep with a heavy heart.

No, she wasn't going to let your day go on like this. If she fucked up, she's fixing it up.

Slowly and carefully, she got up and sneaked away, leaving the inn and going to the market. No matter how unexperienced or how unknowledgeable she was with how to comfort a person, Mizu was going to try her best.

-

Hours passed and the short nap you had planned turned into one of the longest one you've had yet. It wasn't a pleasant one, but it wasn't the worst either. Your eyes slowly fluttered open before squinting at the faint glow of the candle. The world felt slightly heavy and tilted as your head spu—wait? The candle?

"Oh shit," you whispered, shooting up and looking around in panic, head still spinning from grogginess. Oh no, you forgot to blow out the candle before your nap and accidentally kept it burning. Mizu was going to pissed at you, especially since it was the last one.

But wait—

Shouldn't it have burnt out already?

You brought the back of your hand to your eyes, rubbing away the sleep and grogginess to have a better look around. However, upon looking up, surprise took over your senses.

The room was...decorated?

Or at least there was an attempt.

At a distance from the foot of your futon sat your lover with a wooden crate in front of her. A bit of relief washed over your body as you realized that she had taken care of the candle for you, but still, you were heavily confused. "Mizu...what's going on?" you asked, yawning a bit.

She looked at you with the same emotionless stare she had before sighing. Her hands slowly turned the crate around so the opening was facing you. It was decorated too, and even if it was poorly recreated, you could recognize the setting. It was very similar to the kabuki theater you wanted to go to.

From her back, she brought out two dolls. One wearing a kimono in a color similar to what you were wearing, and one male doll that looked like a samurai. A heavy exhale could be heard coming from her as the embarrassment started kicking in. Was she really going to do this? Yes, yes she was.

Clearing her throat, she moved the dolls to the makeshift stage as she began her narration. "Once upon a time, in a small village, stayed a ronin and her wife." She glances momentarily at you before looking down again, a faint dust of blush on her cheeks. "Her very beautiful wife," she clarified.

Your eyes widened with a mix of delight and surprise. The grogginess from your sleep wore off at the sweetness of your lover's effort. You couldn't believe it. It was a stage play. A stage play about the two of you.

Her hands moved the dolls on stage, making them hold hands as she narrated the events in the story. "But one day, the ronin, being very foolish, decided to go up in the mountains and train instead of accompanying her wife," she said, dolls moving to match her words.

"And her wife..." she continued, moving your doll to look like it was sulking, "...got very upset." Blue eyes looked at you once again to check if you were still watching. You could tell that she was being very sincere about this.

"Not knowing what to do, the ronin went out to think and realized that she was indeed wrong and had been inconsiderate, that her wife was really just trying to bond and spend time in merriment."

She slowly set the dolls down and readjusted, sitting up straight before bowing her head slightly. "And so, the ronin apologized," she said with all seriousness. "I'm sorry, love. I knew you wanted to go out for so long. I should have appreciated your efforts more. I have no excuses."

Silence embraced the room after, completely amplifying the pounding of her heart as she awaited your response. Jitters ran through her body from nervousness. Mizu didn't dare look up, not until you gave her a response.

Seconds felt like minutes as she waited. An unexplainable kind of anxiety holding over her. What if you didn't like the little show she put? What if she just made your anger worse? Her thoughts were scattering by the millisecond. She wanted nothing more than for you to forgive her.

Her heart stopped as she saw your hands reach for the dolls, looking over them before making your doll face her doll.

"And the wife accepted the apology," you giggled, bending your dolls head slightly so it would kiss the representing her. Before she could speak, she felt your lips on her cheek. The sweet sound of your laughter soon followed, making her blush.

You lifted the dolls up to eye level and looked at them fondly. "You really went out and beyond, didn't you?" you laughed, wiggling them around in some form of cuteness aggression. She lifted her head and smiled softly. "I didn't know what to do," she admitted, finding your fondness for the dolls adorable. "And I really wanted to go back to my wife."

"You could have just said sorry, dummy. But.." your voice trailed off, eyes looking back at your wife's, leaning closer to her. "This made me unbelievably happy," you admitted. "Thank you, love."

Your wife's smile widened as you leaned in and kissed her softly. Her hands instinctively pulling you closer. Love and affection radiated from her as both of you pulled away, gazing lovingly into each other's eyes. Her breath hitched as you opened your mouth, anticipation building up regarding what you were going to say.

"But next time you do that, you're sleeping without a futon."

"Yes ma'am"

[ctrlhope]

I need a Spider Jimin in my life. I have a fear of them and had a giant one in my room, I couldn't kill it or move it, so I just stared at it, hyperventilating and crying. Couldn't look away because if I did, where would it have gone! In the end, my roommate got it after I called for them.

I need Jimin to tell them to leave my space alone or for me not to see them 😔

NOOOOO!!! I used to be so scared of spiders too <//3 like once there was a spider in my room and i stg i looked like i was working in a meth lab with the gear i put on to grab it and take it outside AJHBJSB like had a hoodie tied tight around my head, my old lab safety goggles on, gloves, and a face mask armed with cup and paper in hand. I don't know what i thought it was gonna do to me bro 😭😭 now they don't scare me (i'm now the designated spider-taker-outsider lol) but it must've not been fun at all for you :(((( i'm glad your roomate was there to help you out!! Little spider jimin blurb under the cut to help you cope with the trauma 😔😔

— Dangerous Predator

wc: 1.7k

genre: fluff, hybrid au, soft yandere

content: soft yandere!jimin, hybrid!jimin, spider!jimin, fem!reader, manipulation, kisses, jimin is a good actor, and he’s really sweet <\\3 -> the pitfalls of silk drabble

18+ -> minors / blank blogs dni

Oh god. Oh god what is that– that thing?! 

If your eyes were a second slower, they would’ve missed it. If your reaction speed was just a feather more hesitant you would’ve never noticed the massive creeping brown arachnid skittering across your floor. Legs longer than you’ve ever seen, a massive thorax sticking high in the air making it look all the more menacing, as if it was actually threatening you. As if it had its sights set on you.

The yelp that tears through your throat makes its way out faster than you can stop it, your body jumping high as it tries to scramble on the kitchen counter– plant itself high off the ground, away from where the predator lurks. Ready to do… do whatever it was thinking of doing… yeah. 

Okay, maybe you don’t exactly know what its plans were, but they can’t be any good! Not when it was moving towards your foot like, like that! When your boyfriend is nowhere to be seen, hiding away, sulking in the basement, pretending the food you're cooking doesn’t smell as amazing as it does. 

Sure, you can handle the small spiders– the little ones that appear as no more than dark spots in the corners you can’t see. The ones that cohabitate peacefully, giving you your space and keeping theirs. Two lives nearby yet never crossing paths. But the big ones, the big ones are a struggle no matter how hard you try to adapt. Especially when they move so close to you, disrupting the peaceful environment you’ve created. 

Jimin normally handles this, is normally the expert on dealing with 8-legged creatures you’d rather not share your domain with. But right now, he’s nowhere to be found. A disagreement only a few hours ago putting a halt on all communication with him. Rather feeling the urge to  stew in your own feelings.

But now, right this very second, you could not give less of a shit about the petty argument. Can’t even remember the cause of it in the first place. The only thing you do know is the rush of adrenaline through your veins, the way your eyes lock onto the predators on the floor. The way it takes slow steps in your direction, moving ever so slowly to where you sit pressed on the kitchen counter, lettuce in hand– the perfect defence. 

If you truly believed what Jimin told you about his ability to talk to spiders, if you thought any deeper about them then you do right now– you would think that it’s actually mocking you in the way it steps. Each slow, careful movement as it keeps its eyes locked on yours deliberate and teasing. 

Fucking prick. 

“Jimin!” Your voice calls before you can stop it, another yelp leaving your lips as you helplessly toss your leaf of lettuce at the mighty beast, completely and utterly missing. It’s almost ironic, really, that the biggest spider of all is the only one that can save you at this moment. 

No more than a second passes before you hear his legs bounding up the stairs, scurrying as fast as he can to meet you. To see what the problem may be. Faux nerves taking over his being as he hears the fear in your tone, calling for him. Wanting him above anybody else. 

He wants to laugh once the scene in the kitchen comes into frame. He really does. He almost feels bad for it, honestly, but you just look so cute as you try to struggle away, eyes not leaving the arachnid below. 

But he’s supposed to be your knight in shining armour. He can coo over how adorable his mate is later. 

“Pretty? What happened?” He asks in a hurry, concern buried deep in his tone as he quickly approaches your shaking form. Arm reaching out, gently taking one of your hands in his own. He brings it to his face, using your palm to cup his cheek as he presses a gentle kiss into the surface, gaze burning with worry over your tied expressions. 

You wish you could say you were soothed, that his presence alone brought peace to your quivering heart but it couldn't. Now that the predator was out of your vision, blocked by the very man you called for, you couldn’t be more alarmed. Your body twisting against him, head trying to poke past him to see the beast still lingering nearby. 

“Min! Min there’s a spider! You have, it’s going to eat me!” You shout, pointing over his shoulder with the other hand. How could he not see how urgent this is! This is a matter between life and death!

The gentle annoyance that finds its way into his veins is quickly washed away, discarded into his brain for later. The only mention of it being the quiet narrow of his eyes, ever so slight that no one would notice it. How could you still be concerned over a little spider when he is right in front of you, saving you? 

Did you forget that he is a predator, too? He can’t believe he’s jealous of a spider right now. 

Mmm, but he knows how humans can be. When they get all scared like this they can’t help themselves but to clamp up, frozen out in fear. One of the reasons he never wanted to be the cause of it. The misfortune that bespoke your mind every waking minute. No, he wanted to be the sunshine on a beautiful day, a field of flowers to dance in. Maybe even a handsome prince on a horse, ready to carry you away. 

So that is exactly what he’ll be. 

Soft eyes looking up into your own, half lidded and dangerous with affection, “Well that just won’t do, will it?” He pouts, lower lip jutted out in a cute expression that can’t help but take your breath away. Mince your mind in half, one side still focusing on the obvious threat while the other causes your heart to pound. Causes a fluttering to erupt from deep within. 

Your pretty boyfriend spins on his heels, placing his hands on his hips and puffing out his chest in a manner that can only be described as the cutest thing you’ve ever seen. His cheeks blown out in much the same way, forcing your brain to think about nothing else other than kissing him.

“Now listen here!” He tuts, admonishing the spider. Somehow, he even seems to make glaring cute. “You better leave my pretty mate alone! This is my territory so unless you wanna mess with me, I suggest you leave.” He huffs, yet can’t hide the playful undertone in his words, only half serious. 

You know he probably isn’t taking you seriously. Can never truly understand your fear of the same arthropod you're dating. And you know the spider probably doesn’t even understand a single thing going on– but at the same time you can’t help the battering of butterflies in your stomach at his words. That he’s going these lengths to make you feel protected and safe. 

“She doesn’t like you around here, and she’s the most important in the world to me. So, if you don’t leave right now and tell all of your friends you're not welcome around here, I'll have no choice but to do it for you.” The spider takes a hesitant step back, suddenly lowering its body closer to the floor, almost as if…

Shit. Maybe he really can talk to spiders. 

“Get out.” And with those final words, the spider quickly turns around and scurries out of the kitchen and into the yard, practically waving a white flag all the way. Your eyes widen in shock, mouth hanging open as your legs drop against the counter walls. Fanning either side of Jimin in his embrace. 

A cute smile is on his lips as he turns around– the cocky, proud kind that you normally roll your eyes at. But this time you can’t help but stare at him in shock, blush dusting your cheeks. Even as he leans closer, planting a gentle kiss against your lips as a reward for himself.

“There.” He smiles, hands coming to rest against your thighs. Any thoughts of dinner completely abandoned. He’ll just order take out once he has you in the nest. “All better.” 

“How– you, you!” You hesitate against the sound of his adorable giggle, his hands pulling you closer to his body. Legs wrapping around his waist on instinct. 

“Mhmm, they won’t come around here anymore. I promise, baby.” He hums, lifting you as if you were nothing more than a stuffed animal clinging against his body. “What do we say when your handsome mate helps you out?” 

Your eyes narrow into a glare at his teasing, but you can’t help wrapping further around him. Pulling him close as he ensnares you further into utter devotion. Becoming your safety net against all things scary in the world. 

“Thank you.” You grumble quietly, a gentle peck against his too-soft lips given as a token of your appreciation in that moment. Stopping yourself before you melt into the feeling of his fangs pressed against your lips. “I appreciate it Min…” 

As you’re finally able to hide your face away in his neck– snuggling against his skin and blocking your vision from any other scary things that might exist in the world, you completely miss the way Jimin tosses a small pile of bugs near the window. The same window that was left open just a crack too wide. The same window that he allowed a spider to crawl inside.

The same spider he may have made a deal with.

He hates when you’re mad at him. Hates it more than anything else when you take away the single thing he craves most– you. So could you really, really blame him for hatching a little plan? One he knew would send you into his arms. Make up for your whole little argument in a second. 

Never, ever wants to be the cause for your fear. But every once and awhile it can serve a purpose, he supposes. Especially when it gets him out of the dog house. Gets you nestled into his web, watching movies for the night. Curled in his embrace, gentle words and soothing hands warming you. 

[csl0ml]

So needy… ?pt1?

This is my first time EVER writing a fanfic so it’s my first time writing smut so be nice please 😔

I actually hate this so much 😭

It’s also REALLY long so 😭

Chris x fem reader!!

Chris and reader are dating

Warnings‼️‼️

smut, smut, smut, and smut, the tiniest (like one sentence) of fluff so 🤷‍♀️

pink: you

orange: Chris

Not proofread so 🤷‍♀️

Enjoy!!!

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“Chris omg will you please leave me alone?”

lately Chris has been needy and whiny for no fucking reason.

It’s like he’s going through heat

“Come on ma please, I need you so bad”

I groan in frustration “I could care less go jerk off or something”

Chris frowns “my hand doesn’t feel as good as yours”

I’m still working on something for my job so even if I wanted to help Chris out I literally couldn’t

“Chris I’m working please just go cum and let me be”

“Fine.” Chris is obviously pissed and walks into our shared bedroom and slams the door

“You’re acting like a stubborn teenager!!” I shout at him

“Fuck you.” He responds

…

A couple hours later I’m on the couch watching a movie.

I pull out my phone and see I have a notification.

Chris sent me snap. Weird since we’re in the same house.

When I click on it my mouth drops.

It’s a picture of his dick dripping pre-cum, it’s veiny, it’s not too long, not too thick, it’s perfect.

I immediately turn off the tv and walk to our bedroom. When I get to the door I hear quiet whimper, whines, and cries.

“P-please y/n I need you”

wow I never thought of Chris as the type to beg and whine.

When I open the door I see Chris with his pants around his ankles, dick sticking out of his boxers and his eyes swollen and red from crying.

“Awe baby, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?” I ask him as I walk over and sit on the bed. I knew what was wrong. I knew why he was upset. He was so horny and hard it hurt him. But we have a deal. We can’t touch ourselves without permission.

“ I-I’m so hard it hurts. please ma, touch me.”

“Hmm I don’t know. You were distracting me from my work I don’t know if you deserve it.”

His eyes go wide and he moves closer to me. “No! Please I’ll be a good boy I promise! I need you so bad I might die if I don’t cum soon”

I then get an idea.

“Well…last time I checked good boys don’t whine and distract mommy when she’s trying to work and busy.”

Chris looks like he’s about to break down again.

“I’ll make you a deal. If you be a really good boy I’ll let you cum.”

“Yes! Please I’ll do anything to cum I just need it so badly.” Chris almost cried tears of happiness.

“oh but you don’t get to come right now… good boys let mommy cum first. That’s how it’s always been”

Chris burst into tears when I said that.

I grab his face and wipe his tears.

I say in a baby/mocking voice “oh baby I know you’re horny and so hard but you would’ve been able to cum earlier if you weren’t so needy.”

“I-I’m s-sorry. I just needed you so bad I couldn’t wait”

“I understand. But now you’re gonna have to wait. Right now mommy’s gonna cum first okay?”

All I get in response is a nod from Chris.

I push Chris against the head board of the bed and tell him not to touch himself until I tell him to.

I get up and strip. I start with my shirt. Then my pants. But I leave my panties and bra on.

Chris whimpers at the sight of me.

I then walk over to the night stand and open the bottom drawer. I pull out a dildo and a vibrator.

Chris knew I had toys. But because of our deal I didn’t use them unless he told me I could.

I walk back to the bed and get myself situated.

I pull my panties to the side which have a huge wet spot due to how wet I was. I was practically dripping everywhere just from watching Chris whine.

I slowly rub my clit. I let out a quiet moan. I look at Chris and see that he’s just sitting there in awe. It’s taking him every single muscle in his body not to start jerking off.

Once I’m done rubbing my clit I slowly slide the dildo into my hole. My head shoots back in pleasure and I let out such a load moan I wouldn’t be surprised if the neighbors heard.

I look at Chris and then his dick. His dick is twitching and dripping pre-cum.

I start sliding the dildo in and out of my dripping pussy. I then grab the vibrator I got from the night stand and put it on my clit.

My back arches from the amount of pleasure and I let out a moan.

“Oh my god Chris” I moan.

I look at Chris and he mumbles something.

“What’d you say baby?”

“I said you look so beautiful ma.”

I thank him by getting up and giving him a kiss.

The kiss then turns into a very sloppy messy make out session.

I pull away from Chris and he frowns

“Why’d you stop”

“Because I need to cum first and then you can get everything you want”

I lay back down and slide the dildo in and out again. I place the vibrator on my clit again. I’m moaning so loud my throat hurts.

I can feel the knot in my stomach get closer.

“I-I’m close Chris omg”

I then find my self having an orgasm.

I start riding out my high on the dildo. Once I’m calm again I look at Chris.

He’s crying again.

I take the dildo out, turn off the vibrator and sit infront of him. “What’s wrong baby?” not actually knowing what’s wrong.

“I- I just don’t know how I ended up with someone so gorgeous. and my cock is throbbing and it hurts”

I laugh at his statement

“Don’t worry baby. You were such a good boy and didn’t touch yourself so now you get to cum”

I get down face to face with his dick and start licking his tip.

Chris’s head shoots back in pleasure. He’s a moaning mess.

“Omg yes y/n don’t stop”

“You’re mouth feels amazing”

“It feels so good baby”

All this stuff he’s saying while he’s moaning

I take his whole dick. It’s hitting the back of my throat and I’m trying my hardest not to gag.

“I’m close”

I just hum in response.

The vibration from my hum must have been to much because next thing I know Chris was practically screaming my name.

He’s coming down my throat as he grips my hair. I sallow his cum and look up at him.

There’s tears in eyes from the pleasure.

“You did so good baby. You were such a good boy.”

“Thank you mamas”

“Want me to fuck you now?”

Part two?

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[bangchansgirlsblog]

OH. MY. GOD.

Need a part 2 of the Hyunjin introducing his gf fic !!!

And for requests maybe skz chan and reader get into an argument and the other members side with him too cause of a misunderstanding and u feel wronged so u go off the grid like Mia without your phone and when they realise that it was just a misconception they call u but you're obvi not picking up ...and they show up to your apartment or sum but you ignore them?

I love your writing so much ASJSJFJDJSJA

“The fight”

-Chan

Warning: Angst

Pairing: Chan x reader

Summary: the fight over who sings what and why you can’t sing a specific part

HELP- DHURHEHS to whoever requested this I’m so sorry 😭I’m gonna make an actual better one yeah? Just bear with me on this one. 🩷

I had such bad writers block and I couldn’t think of anything 😔

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Being in a relationship with one of your band mates is hard. It's the hardest thing you'll do and you'll probably end up broken up and out the band.

That didn't happened to me (thank God) but the day they told us that we had a comeback soon and we also had tour coming soon we all knew this was fighting season.

The season where we all fought each-other and couldn't stand each-other because of all the hours in the studio rooms together.

The season we all stepped on each-other's toes or bumped into one another learning new choreography.

The season where we had to learn 10+ dances with 15+ different concepts. Makeup 24/7 to hide our eye bags and avoid fans with the same questions. "What's the new album about?" Or "do we have a Y/n and Chan collaboration??"

Comeback season was the season where anxiety was high and our coffeee intake was higher and I was slowly losing my patience.

I was a ticking time bomb.

"Chan I think that I.N's verse should go here," I tell my boyfriend who was sat on his rolling chair. We were all sitting in the studio and throwing ideas back and forth the whole straykids song. "See if I.N sings this part then I'll sing this part cause I can't sing that high note Chan. I really can't."

"Changing that will have to make us change everything again babe because I.N's voice can't go right after Seungmin's voice then back to your voice," He sighs while rubbing his tired eyes and yanking at his hair.

This song was getting to all of us. It was the last one after all so it had to be the best song in the album. The best one so stays could sing along.

"Chan's right because then me and Han will have to change verses again, which will mess up the whole song." Changbin adds on. He was laying on Hyunjin's lap while Hyunjin slowly scrolled through whatever it was he was on.

"I know but you guys gave me the hardest part and you know I'm singing all the high notes in almost all songs!" I exclaim and roll my eyes.

This wasn't our first argument today. It was obvious but we had to get everything done. Even if this was our 20th argument we had to get everything done. That's all that mattered.

"Y/n. You don't have to be so difficult. Just do it," Chan says while putting down his book and pen and letting out another frustrated sigh.

I frown at the fact that they refused to listen to me. Nothing would have to be difficult if they just listened.

"I'm not being difficult I'm just telling you guys my voice won't be able to handle-"

"Y/n you've complain this whole day, can you just please stop. My head is banging," Leeknow cuts me out. He was laying in the corner on the couch. Head down with a hat on. "Look I love you but just do it. It can't be that hard," He grumbles and closes his eyes.

The boys were all silent clearly not going to back me up and it hurt. I wasn't being annoying. I know I wasn't because my voice ached. My voice was strained and they didn't even care.

My vision goes blurry as I just sit back and keep quiet, not daring to speak because of the fear of my voice failing.

"Can you not cry right now please? You've cried the whole day too and I'm tired of it. You can't cry out of every situation," Chan, my boyfriend, MY boyfriend says y heart breaks into millions of pieces.

His eyes go wide as he realizes the damage his caused. His body quickly turning to my direction as he reaches out for my hand.

"Really Chan? Are you being Foreal right now?" I get up from the chair I was in. The hot tears starting to slowly fall down my cheek.

"No wait babe I didn't mean that-"

"Maybe if I'm such a cry baby I shouldn’t be in the fucking group." I spit at him with so my venom in my tone.

"No babe I'm sorry, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it like that, okay? Let's just chill out right now."

If they thought I was this horrible they should just kick me out of the team. They clearly won't listen to me. Why would Chan treat me like this?

"Why do you guys never listen to what I have to say about anything? Y'all always just do what you want!" I exclaim and get up from my chair causing Chan to stand up and the boys to pay attention.

"We do listen to you baby, sometimes is just that your ideas aren't the best and affect all of us."

"I'm trying to tell you that I can't hit that note and Seungmin can, why do you have to be so difficult about it?"

"I'm the difficult one? I'm the difficult one?" He exclaims and throws his hands up in the air.

"Y/n maybe let's not start an argument right now," Felix interrupts our conversation making me glare at him.

I glare at Felix as more anger fills me.

"Felix are you really taking his side right now?"

"I'm not in just saying we shouldn't be arguing like this, it's getting too much!"

"Okay then I'll leave-"

"Are you serious right now bro? We have things to do," Han says jumping into the argument.

"Then do them without me! I'm done with this." I start grabbing my stuff and furiously wiping my now flowing tears.

"Ugh!" Chan growls and throws something at the wall causing my to jump. I look up at him and watch him rubbing his temples and mumbling words.

I was clearly not going to be listen to and I was clearly being "difficult". I refuse to be around any of them. Atleast not right now.

Without hesitating I grab my stuff and walk out the door hearing a "No wait don't go!" Before I slam it.

But then the door automatically opens right after and I hear my name being called.

"Babe stop, come back. I'm sorry okay?" I hear Chan's footsteps getting closer to me. I don't even bother to look his way but his hand had already wrapped around mine and he turned me around.

"Leave me alone Chan. I'm tired of fighting you."

"I'm not fighting you baby, let's talk please? Let's figure it out." His hand quickly wraps around my waist as he pulls me to somewhere quiet.

I look at him eager for him to start the conversation and he can sense it.

"Tell me why you don't want to sing that part of the song when we both know you can,"

He softly says as his hands rub mine.

"Chan it's nothing.."

"It's something because something's wrong and you're not telling me."

"My voice.." I start before clearing my throat and looking into his eyes that we're searching for mine "My throat hurts everytime I sing now and I'm slowly losing it Chan,"

"What? Why didn't you tell me?"

"Because I didn't want to worry you-"

"Baby I am supposed to worry about you, I'm still your group leader and anything that happens to you will be braught back to me. Have you checked with the medical stuff?"

"Yeah I did, they said I should be put on vocal rest."

"That's really bad baby, you should have just told us and we could have figured out stuff, I'm sorry I tried to push you,"

"It's okay, I know I can be a handful sometimes,"

"No don't say that, your not a handful. We just have to listen to you and stop being jerks."

"Yeah I can agree with that." I let out a chuckle and he smiles.

"I love you," his hands wipe my tears and he kisses my forehead.

"I love you too baby."

"Let's go back in the studio and I'll explain everything to the boys yeah? I'm sure they'll be more lenient now." He softly says and intertwines our fingers.

**

Thank you for the request baby🩷

[ukranianacearo]

"Mother", a strong word

Part 1 Part 3

Fem!Reader

Word count: 558

Mentions of Innocent zero's original name

TW: mention of [Y/N]

Pairing: romantically none, but reader had to marry Innocent zero

Tag: @makima1345

Genre: fluff I guess

Author's note: It's preferably to read part 1 first, because most of the lore is already explained there and I'm not a parrot to repeat it all over again. Someone wanted a part 2 so here it is😭 probably will write mash x reader fanfic soon, (probably gn or fem) and reader will have the same powers as here and a similar background, I think

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The room was in complete silence. Which was awkward. You were sitting in the nursery's bed, your back against the headboard of the bed. Mash, who just came in, was standing in front of the bed's feet. Never you would think that it would be so awkward to talk to your own son, but here you are.

- "Um, hello, Mash. I'm [Y/N], your biological mother. You can call me whatever you're comfortable with. Also, sorry for letting Cyril, I mean, Innocent zero hunt you down for sport and almost kill you and your loved ones. Please, sit down. " - Saying that you patted the chair next to the bed you're sitting on.

- "M'kay." - This was getting really awkward. You didn't know what to say, but still tried to act calm. - "Why did you join him in the first place?" - You didn't expect such a question from him. Although, maybe you did. It wasn't too surprising after all.

- "To secure my own survival." - Your answer was in a soft voice, just like a mother's one should be. Mash was silent for a few moments, seemingly thinking about your answer. Then, he replied.

- "Didn't you have another choice? I heard people liked you back then." - You laughed lightheartedly at his words; he really didn't know as much as you thought. At first, you thought that Wahlberg or someone else told him about your persona, about how you are such a bad, lying, manipulative witch. But even if someone did, Mash seemed unbothered.

- "Silly, they didn't like me as a person. They liked what they say, what I gave them, what I showed them; they liked the happy and positive mage not the torn out lack magic who all can do is steal magic and throw punches. Innocent zero knew me, the actor, and not the character of the play. While he didn't plan to reveal it, enjoying the show too much, he also wouldn't try to help me in a dire situation unless I helped him." - You said calmly with a soft smile. He seemed to process the information, but there was some sort of lag in his brain halfway through. Before you could explain it again in simpler terms, someone barged into the room. It was a young boy, the same age as Mash, with pink hair and pink dull eyes. You knew it was Domina from the pink necklace, very similar to your own necklaces in design, around his neck. Domina looked agitated, as if he just run a marathon; he looked distressed and as if looking for something. When he finally spotted you sitting on the bed with Mash by your sight he had a complicated expression on his face. It revealed relief, doubt, nervousness, excitement and much more. He started slowly walking towards the bed you were sitting on and Mash seemed calm at his appearance.

- "Oh, hi Domina." - Mash said casually as he looked at Domina who stood already next to the bed, probably on the verge of tears as you looked at him with soft eyes and a smile, just like a mother should. It was the first time he felt so loved even without knowing the person personally well. You guys really had a whole bunch to talk about...

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I'm sorry it's so short compared to the first part, but I just couldn't wrap my head about how would Mash react😔 maybe, I'll do headcanons, like, post-""Mother", a strong word" but idk. Hope you enjoyed and take care of yourself! <3

[mothwingwritings]

Ok ok ok. Hear me out. I had an idea about what happened after the series. (Apologies in advance if this is cringe, I try my best 😔)

After reading the mini series of Yujiro being a Step Father™️ and after the last part of the series (Goddamn that was brutal 😭), I couldn’t help but think about how in the end he was like “expect to see me around often-.” LIKE HELLO?!

This man is really gonna pull up to the dojo, where his bbg stepdaughter is at, not giving a shit if all of the guys are glaring at him and Katsumi, Jack, and Baki are literally about to pounce on him for what he did- nah nah, I could see him giving them a nasty smile and asking about where you’re at.

No one says anything and this man has the audacity to be like, “awww is my baby girl recovering from the (censored) that I gave her? It seems she’s gonna need a few more rounds of (censored) with daddy before she can take more of my (censored) without being a lil bitch.”

And then the protective trio are jumping this mf, seeing red and trying to beat the shit out of him.

But sadly, the ogre is demolishing them all and everyone’s too scared to move to step in. He’s especially pummeling Katsumi, taking pleasure in his blood soaking his fists.

It’s only until you come out on wobbly legs, that you plead for him to stop beating up the love of your life.

The ogre only gives you a disappointed look, before saying “now if you weren’t hiding, this would have been avoided. Look what you did you silly girl, this is all YOUR fault.” He just loves to gaslight istg.

You’re over his shit, wanting him to leave and not hurt your loved ones again. “What do you want?”

With the same bloody hands that he used to demolish your lover, he pulls out a black box and gets down on one knee.

Everyone is fucking gasping, they’re watching in horror as he lifts up the top to reveals a shiny Diamond ring.

Baki and Jack are watching helplessly as their sister gets puts in a horrible situation, they wish to intervene. But they’re too weak to move.

The ogre flashes you a slimy smile, one that makes you take a step back.

“Will you marry me? And have my baby?”

The sound of someone throwing up rings out throughout the tense silence.

"So what'll it be," he leers at you wickedly, Katsumi's crumpled body discarded at his feet, "You gonna accept your position like a good girl, or do you need me to keep putting on a show for you?"

You went numb, your limbs collapsing under your weight as you crashed to the ground. Distantly you could make out your brothers screaming something in the background, a warning or possibly a threat, it sounded too muffled to tell.

All you could focus on was Katsumi's bruised and broken face, so puffed up and bloody you could scarcely tell it was the man you loved. His chest still rose and fell, bringing you brief comfort knowing he was still alive. But how long would that be the case? Would he survive if you told Yujiro no?

Tears cascaded down your cheeks as you shifted you focus to the gaudy, massive rock presented to you. It was just as ostentatious as the man who offered it, a vile checkmate you could not escape from.

"All it will take is one word to end this," Yujiro's voice was stern, his predatory gaze drinking in your misery with glee, "I'll even be nice and let you choose if you get a happily ever after or not, princess."

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GOD THIS WOULD BE AWFUL AAAHHH. Like, can you imagine? All that hell you went through, your loved ones doing all they can to build you back up and protect you, AND THEN THIS?

Dreadful. The worst. Horrid. I absolutely love it.

This was not cringe at all and I adored it, ty anon for making me (and now everyone else) suffer so deliciously. <3

[youremyheaven]

with that Venusian man 👨 hmm 👀👀 spill the tea girl

Not the 33yr old, this is the friend from a few nights ago 😜 whose arms I liked 🤭😩

They're both Bharani Moon tho 😌 which is my favourite among the Venus naks 😌😌😌 so I do feel like God's favourite rn lmao 🤪

Idk why I never felt this way about him before but looking at his pictures and talking to him, didn't make me feel much , like he's objectively good looking, a veryyyy handsome man, 6'2 😩😩 (the 33yr old is 5'7 max 😔) BROAD ASF SHOULDERS, BIG ARMS, but I was never attracted to him. He has a very sweetie personality too, he has Mercury in Purvabhadrapada atmakaraka and lots of Jupiter in his navamsa chart and he feels veryyy Jupiterean, which according to Claire's video is the nice guy you friendzone etc which is what I did too 😜🤭🤭but OH MY GODDDDDD THE MAN IS DEMONICCCC IN BED 😩😩😩😩😩

He has a veryyyy masculine presence and I love love love love LOVE his body 😩😩😩 he's so bulky and so big, I just get butterflies looking at him 😍😍

So we agreed to book a hotel room that you can rent for a couple of hours??? BEST DECISION IVE EVER MADE 😩😩😩

and from the minute he picked me up, I just had to have him inside me one way or another like 😭😭😭 he's SOOO manly, that I just WANT to get on my knees for him 😭😭😭 I can't believe I'm saying this out loud 😭😭

He's so affectionate and SOOOO gentlemanly, like DAMN he was raised right ✨ he prioritizes foreplay and spends a lot of time on my body, just kissing me all over, I remember when we were friends, he'd casually point to the moles on my arms and say shit like "would be nice playing connect the dots with these 😏" but I just saw him as a friend and I flirt with all my friends male and female and vice versa so i didn't think too much of it but tonight 😩😩😭 as he took my pants off, he saw the mole on my upper thigh and he was like "here's one I haven't seen before 😈" (and all of today, his voice has been deeper and more 🥵🥵 usually he sounds all 😃😊😃☀️🌸 but today he sounded so 😈🥵😈 even tho he was just talking about normal shit) and then he kissed it and licked it 🥵🥵down until he reached yk where 🙈 and BOYS' GOT THAT TONGUE TECHNOLOGY 😩😩😩I was shook 😳😳😳too stunned to speak 🙊😳😳😳😳I was physically glitching 😭 i literally had to beg him to just put it in because I cannot take it anymore 😭😭 and the wayyyy he grabbed my legs closer to him 😩😩😩we fcked thrice 🙈🙈🙈🙈 he only had one condom 💀💀💀 and y'all should always use protection when you have sex but when he pulled out and jizzed on my stomach, I lost my mind, idk it was so hot 🙈🥵

And just the way he holds me, touches me etc it makes me feel 😩😩😩

I'm sorry to share such filth detail with y'all but I don't have friends I can share any of this with (so instead I'm telling thousands of strangers lmao 😭) idk why I'm giving such a blow by blow account of this but honestly it was suchhh a good experience 🙈🙈🙈

We were just lying down talking between rounds and we have such a good bond y'all it's so funny 😭😭 like we're talking about random shit, he was asking me about stuff and I was telling him and he was smiling kissing my body as he's listening and then he holds my face and says "you know this is pillow talk right" and idk we're both blushing 🙈 and he's like "I love listening to this, don't stop, keep talking" 😩😩 (fastest way to my heart lol)

Anyways, we leave the hotel (super cute place btw) and when we're by the reception the staff (just two dudes) look at us like 😏but tryna remain professional and I feel so accomplished like ??? I just had sex with this tall handsome man ??? 😩😩And everytime others looked at us, I was just like 😌😌hehe this hottie was inside me 😌hehe 🤪😜🤭 and ngl we look reallyyy good together 🥵🤭🙈but anyways although he pulled out in time, he did cum outside my yk what and I told him I'm taking the pill just to be safe and he parked a little bit away from the pharmacy and went and bought it for me???? Like that's well raised right there 🥹🥹 (he didn't want them to see me bc this is India and women are judged heavily for having sex and he bought it bc he came inside me so that's the least he could do 💀but just the fact that all of it was so unspoken and he just did all of it intuitively was sooo hot to me, like I said I'm turned on by gentlemanliness) you should have seen the way he looked when he walked back to me 🥹🥹🥹🥹 just the finest man alive 😍🥵😩 idk how someone can go from being some guy to THE guy in a couple of days but it's happened 😭😭😭

he texted me asking if I reached home and then asked me a little later if I took the pill 😭😭 I never ever EVER thought that him and I would be at a point where we fuck raw and he reminds me to take the pill 😭life works in mysterious ways 😭

[moonchildstyles]

omg could you maybe write about asterry when y/n gets her period? I feel like he would be so sweet and caring 🥺

I’m just having hard days and want to know how does Aster!h take care of his baby when she’s on her period 😔😭

Can you please write aster y/n getting her periods for the first when she stays over Harry's and maybe she leaks on the bed and she's so embarrassed and Harry is just so soft and comforts and takes care of her and he goes to buy tampons and is just being the sweetest.

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"Y'sure you're alright, angel? There's not anything else I can do to help?" 

(Y/N) smiled at the sound of Harry's doting. He'd been fussing over her for hours at this point, ever since she told him she was beginning to feel sick with achey limbs and a headache brewing behind her eyes. He hated when she was ill more than she did, that much she could tell from the sympathetic twist of his features that followed her everywhere she went. 

"I promise I'm okay, H. Really. I think I just need to sleep it off, but thank you for asking." 

While she sunk into the fluff of bedding Harry had cocooned around her, his features stayed stuck in that creased and stern state as he took in her expression. "I don't want y'to get sick again, love," he murmured, his hand underneath the covers settling on her hip as he hovered over her. 

While she fell in love with the way he fussed over her so intently, she couldn't help the amused smile that touched at her lips. The sinus infection she'd just barely gotten over was enough to have him taking a couple of days off taking appointments at the shop and staying up at all hours of the night while she had coughing fits and couldn't breathe well enough to peacefully sleep. She wasn't sure he'd be able to survive another cold from her. 

"I'm going to be okay, Harry," she soothed him with a soft tone, pulling her hand out from the warm confines of the comforter he tucked her into to place her palm on his cheek, "I promise I'll be okay by the morning. I just need to sleep." 

Leaning into her hand, Harry turned his face to press his lips to her palm. The tip of his nose skimmed the pads of her fingers, eyes fluttering to a close with the fan of his lashes touching at the tops of his cheekbones. "Please wake me if y'need me," Harry requested, voice muffled against her skin. 

"I promise," she cooed, sleep creeping in as her eyes shuttered in a slow blink, "Will you please lay down with me now?" 

As if he could ever tell her no. 

He made quick work of settling onto the plush mattress beside her, sheets slipping around his shirtless body as he shuffled her into his arms. Curling around her, Harry cushioned her head onto his chest, just over a blooming rose tattooed on the skin. (Y/N)'s bare legs tangled with his own, fitting his thigh between hers as she soaked in his warmth. Though a hollow ache stunted the muscles over her stomach, his hold was enough to keep her from focusing on the sluggishness touching her limbs. 

"I've got you, angel," he crooned to her, pressing his lips to the top of her head, "Love you." 

"I love you, too," she murmured, her cheek smushing into his bare chest as a small smile tugged at the corners of her lips. 

It didn't take long for (Y/N) to fall into her dreams, finding Harry there waiting for her.

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Waking with a start, (Y/N) couldn't determine if it was her tears or a cold sweat soaking her cheeks. Her breathing came in panicked puffs as she came back down to earth from the rocky dream that was rapidly escaping her memory, trying to make sense of how the pain she dreamt could feel so real.

Darting her gaze around her surroundings, she took in Harry's bedroom around her, the man himself a steady anchor under her cheek with the cage of his arms keeping her warm against him. Her thighs ached from how tightly she must have been clenching around him, the discomfort stretching well up into her abdomen with even her limbs growing sore. She was surprised she hadn't woken him with apparently how hard she had been seeking comfort in him through her dreamy haze. 

Fluttering her eyes closed, (Y/N) urged her brain to fill with lovely, flowery thoughts to hopefully ward off another round of the nightmare she'd just barely escaped from. Her breathing returned to normal the more she relaxed, recalling one of the sweet dates Harry had taken her on in the last week to keep her thoughts tranquil. 

Until she felt that familiar stabbing pain she thought she left behind in her dreams. 

Her lungs squeezed with a gasp, her legs aching and her arms tensing around Harry at the sudden burn in her abdomen. She couldn't think straight for a moment, only processing the searing that burned her tummy before it began to slowly ebb away. 

The moment she could process more than what had just stunted every brain process, she made a horrifying note of the uncomfortable slick she felt between her legs. With every pulsing aftershock in her abdomen, she swore the wetness grew. 

She started her period, no pants on, in Harry's bed with his thigh pushed between her own. She didn't need to look to know that she had made a mess all over the bedding and, most likely, him. 

Maybe it was the less than pleasant wakeup call she'd just endured, or the high of the hormones she was realizing had been plaguing her for the past few days, but (Y/N) couldn't help the tears that filled her eyes. She couldn't stay here, couldn't keep laying on him knowing that she was grossly ruining his bedding and staining her boyfriend's leg with something she should have been better prepared for. 

Trying her best to keep from jostling him and ruining his morning any further, (Y/N) slipped out of his arms as quickly as she could. Another jolting cramp took her attention as she swung her legs over the side of the bed, the tight pressure in her muscles pulling more tears to the line of her eyes. 

Standing with her socked feet to the cool hardwood floor in Harry's bedroom, the last thing (Y/N) wanted to do was look at the mess she'd made but she couldn't avoid it. She needed to know what exactly she was going to have to apologize and grovel at Harry's feet for. 

With the comforter pulled back, she got a look at the smudge of red that had sunk into the silken fabric of his sheets. The worst yet came in the way Harry's thigh had a dark patch of her blood displayed right on his thigh, the material of his green sweats now heavily stained right where she had been laying on him. 

Taking a deep breath, (Y/N) carefully tugged the duvet up his body, covering his bare chest she had been keeping warm for him. It was with robotic movements that she made her way to his bathroom, grabbing for her duffle bag as an afterthought before she had the door closed and locked behind her. 

In the harsh lighting of the bathroom, (Y/N) could see red stains along the hem of her borrowed top, the piece distorted with the help of the tears she hadn't realized were now slipping down her cheeks. She didn't even want to think about the state of her underwear or really examine just how sticky the inside of her thighs felt. 

When the pacing of her breathing became too rapid to be soothing, (Y/N) forced herself to brace her hands against the ledge of the counter, eyes closed while she concentrated on the sound of her heartbeat rushing through her ears. No matter how close she became to finding solace in the ensuite, another deep cramp would shake her back into the moment with embarrassment following very closely after when she recalled the vision of Harry's ruined bedding and clothes.

While this was far from the first period she'd had at Harry's house, she was always very strategic about how she handled herself when she knew she was going to be with him when she started. She had her cycle charted down to the day, especially with the help of her birth control pills and the tracking system she had in her calendar app. Her period was never something that came unexpectedly; never something she didn't have sanitary products at the ready for along with a mental note to keep track of how she was feeling so she could head home before Harry saw her experience the worst of it. 

It wasn't often she would have killer cramps like she was experiencing—the kind that could steal her vision and stunted any train of thought she had going—, but when she did she usually made a point to stay home or make an excuse to get out of Harry's hair before it got really bad. She didn't want to make him deal with her. That was the worst part, she decided with her eyes still closed in the middle of his bathroom.

Harry was going to know she didn't know how to take care of herself. He was going to know that she didn't know how to stay clean or handle herself when this wasn't something new. He was going to be so disgusted if she didn't try to take care of everything before he woke up. Maybe she could somehow move him out to the couch? Tell him something about Evie being sick on the bed so she could take care of the sheets? But then, she'd have to clean his sweats and she couldn't necessarily do that without getting questions as to why she was stripping him down...

(Y/N)'s mind raced as she frantically searched through her bag, needing to fix at least one part of her mess if she could manage it. Pulling out an extra set of clothing was the easiest thing for her mind to process, but then came the problem of trying to find an extra pad or tampon she swore she had stashed in the side pocket of her weekender with these kinds of scenarios in mind. 

Dumping out the entirety of her bag with the contents of her toiletry stash being torn apart, (Y/N) felt her breathing take on a scary pace once more when she couldn't find a single emergency product hidden among her things. She felt like she was back at her parents house, sitting on the floor in her bloody underwear trying to get a hold of herself before her mother found the stains in her bed or the fact she hadn't been smart enough to properly keep track of her cycle again. As much as she wished she could curl up in the shower, huddled away in a corner as if to hide from whatever would be awaiting her outside the door, just like she used to do, (Y/N) couldn't just let this all go knowing that this was Harry's things she was ruining. 

She did what she could with a wad of toilet paper being her only tool at the moment before she changed out of her borrowed shirt—cringing when she saw the inside of her thighs. Cracking the door open, she found Harry still fast asleep in bed, the covers pulled up to his chin now that she wasn't there to warm him. At least she had a little bit more time before she would have to deal with him. 

Evie followed at her feet, doing her best to trip (Y/N) up as she made her way to the laundry room, bundled t-shirt against her chest. She worked on autopilot as she pretreated the shirt, doing the best she could without breaking out the bleach to soak out the bloody stain at the bottom of the white top she'd borrowed from Harry. All the while her cramps weren't making it easy to plan her next steps, scrambling her brain the second she tried to figure out if she should clean up Harry or the bed first. How could she concentrate when she had to remind herself to breathe?

Picking at her nails as she shuffled back to the bedroom, her eyes puffy and lips swollen from how hard she was worrying them between her teeth, (Y/N) stopped in her tracks the second she saw Harry with his fluffy bedhead sitting up in bed. 

"Morning, lovebug," he crooned, voice rough from lingering sleep, "What are y'doing up? Y'never wake up before me." His words were said with a soft smile on his lips, the sliver of his lip ring wobbling as he wet his dry mouth. 

He didn't know yet. He hadn't seen the mess she made yet. But, he will. 

"Morning," she peeped, her voice wavering as she inched towards the bathroom with a lie fumbling through her head, "I-I'm just about to take a shower. I—um—had a bad dre-dream, so." 

Harry looked much more awake as he processed her words. "Oh, darling," he cooed, running a heavy hand through his hair, "Was the dream really that bad? You look all shaken up." 

She latched onto the out he gave her, nodding her head in jerky movements as she toed the threshold of the bathroom. "Yeah, it was really scary. I-I think taking a shower would make me feel better." 

(Y/N) felt guilty as she pressed into the bathroom, feeling like she was manipulating him knowing that he wouldn't ask any more questions the second she said the shower would make her feel better. 

"Okay," he relented with a small nod of his head, concern touching at the crease between his brows, "Since 'm awake, maybe we could shower together? I promise I'd distract y'from whatever your dream was about, angel." 

The idea of him fitting himself between her thighs made (Y/N) cringe at the moment, knowing the mess that she was going to have to scrub from her skin when she finally did manage to get under the running water. 

"No, no, that's okay," she swallowed, pasting a smile onto her face though the guilt ran rampant in her system when she saw his expression fall. "I promise I'll be done really quick, though.  I'm sorry, H." 

"Don't be sorry, darling," he shook his head with a small smile touching at his lips, "Jus' come back to me soon, yeah? Miss y'already—especially without m'good morning kiss." 

She gave him an absent nod of her head before holing herself up in the bathroom, the lock clicking into place behind her. The mess of her things was still splayed across the floor, clothing rumpled and her toiletries out of order. She knew she should at least start with getting her things together, tidying the space so she could think a little clearer, but the second she felt another tingling cramp brew in her stomach before shooting up her spine, she didn't have it in her to try. 

Sinking down to sit in the mess on the floor, her back to the door, (Y/N) couldn't cry anymore. She tucked her legs up against her chest, chin resting in the gap between the hills of her knees while she stared right at the fogged glass doors to the shower. Her eyes unfocused as she allowed the swirling of her mind to play out the worst scenario in her mind. 

Harry was going to get out of bed, realize there was something sticky on his leg. When he would look down at the red marring the material, the stain too far gone at this point to successfully soak out without ruining the integrity of his sweats. She could only imagine his disgust when he realized what it was, putting the pieces together as soon as he noted the matching blot on the sheets. Harry was patient with her at all times, she knew that, but there was only so far a person could be pushed. 

This could be his breaking point, (Y/N) worried. She was ruining his things, and making a mess all over his house. There was no way he could going to be alright with her hiding away from him either, instead of going to him and taking whatever scolding she knew she deserved. This was exactly why her mother was always so adamant about her keeping these matters away from her father; it was gross and nothing a man should have to deal with, especially if it's because she couldn't keep herself together. 

With her fingers tapping across her knee, something to keep her from further picking at the pink manicure painted over her nails, (Y/N) figured she should at least hop in the shower, if only to keep up the facade of her lie. The second she thought to stand, gather her toiletries and clean herself up, she couldn't find it in herself to make a move. Any second Harry would come looking for her, she was sure. Then she would have to explain herself and hope he didn't kick her out before she was able to clean his sheets. 

As if she had manifested it, a quiet knock sounded on the door, the wood vibrating behind her back. "(Y/N), love, are you alright?" 

Taking in a deep breath, (Y/N) gathered the courage to answer. He didn't sound mad at least. "Yeah, I'm okay. Sorry I'm taking so long." 

"'S alright, baby, don't need to be sorry," he murmured through the door, hesitance coating his words, "Are you sure you're okay?" 

"Yeah, just tired," she peeped, curling her hands into fists to keep from picking at her nails. Harry would be upset if he saw her nail polish any more chipped. 

A sigh could be heard from the other side of the door, heavy and defeated. "Nothing's wrong? At all? There's nothing y'wanted to tell me or ask me for?" 

Why wouldn't he just leave? Maybe if she had enough time, and he left the bedroom, she could sneak in and steal his sheets and soak them in the shower. That might work, right? He'd surely notice the sheets missing, but she could come up with some story, right? 

"No, I'm okay, Harry. I promise." She cringed as she spoke, feeling a wave of shame pump through her system knowing that she was using her promise against him. 

A beat passed, (Y/N) swearing she could feel his presence on the other side of the door despite the time that passed. She knew she was right the second she heard a soft thump against the door, as if he were matching her position on the other side of the wood. 

"So, y'wouldn't be upset over the sheets or anything? Or the shirt that's in the laundry right now, even though I know y'were wearing it when we went to sleep?" 

(Y/N) couldn't help the shaking sob that ripped from her throat at the mention of her actions. Hearing it all out loud hurt almost as bad at her cramps. The anxiety opened a pit in her stomach that felt like she was being sucked in from the inside out, her entire center of gravity being placed in her middle like she was going to disappear if she moved too suddenly. But, she wouldn't be lucky enough for that to really happen. 

"H-Harry," she peeped, the call of his name broken and quiet, "I'm so sorry. I-I'm so sorry." 

"Oh, angel," he cooed, tone a lot softer than she would have anticipated after hearing her admission of guilt. "Can I come in, baby?" 

She didn't make a move to unlock the door. She didn't know what she would do if she opened that door and he didn't look at her with his tender eyes and softened features she'd grown so accustomed to. 

"Please, (Y/N)?" 

But, it couldn't heart worse than hearing the defeat in his tone as he pleaded with her. 

With shaky legs, she stood to unlock the door before skittering off to sit at the edge of the tub stationed on the other end of the bathroom. That would at least give them some space if he saw her and a spark of anger ignited over how much of a mess she was acting. 

"You can come in," (Y/N) allowed, dropping her gaze to her hands that were bundled in her lap. On the brightside, with the distraction of her anxiety and the pending doom she felt over Harry witnessing her, she could barely make note of the cramps she vaguely felt bunching her abdomen. 

It was quiet, the way he slipped in, padding over the tiled floor before he surely paused at the sight of her belongings a heap on the floor. The sound of blood rushing through her system roared through (Y/N)'s ears, blocking out his advances until he was right in front of her. Harry, with his hair now tied back in a loose bun on the back of his neck, eyes scrubbed of sleep and a clean pair of sweats on his bottom half came into her line of sight. He crouched in front of her, warm hands settling on the cuffs of her knees while the gleaming green of his eyes fought to make contact with hers. 

"Angel?" he crooned, his voice a cushion for the runaway train of thought she lost control of.

"Y-Yeah?" Don't pick your nails, don't pick your nails, don't pick your nails. 

"Oh, baby, c'mere." 

That was all it took for her to clamor onto his lap, grateful at least for the extra layers of her sweats and the toilet paper she had utilized so she could settle over his thighs. The sobs she thought she was finished with made a vengeful comeback as she tucked her face into his throat, arms a shaking cage around his neck. She shielded herself as best she could, reveling in the calm before the storm she still couldn't convince herself she'd breezed past. There was no way he couldn't be at least a little angry with her, she knew that. 

But, all Harry did was run his hands in soothing circles along the planes of her back, blunt nails adding a calming clarity as they pressed in through the fabric of her top in the wake of his fingers. He pressed absent kisses to her shoulder, nose skimming along the neckline of her top as he cooed sweet nothings she wished she could hear. A steadying hand grasped her waist, occasionally running a small circuit over the dip. She was sure she didn't know just how soothing that was for her cramps, and she wasn't going to tell him in case he stopped. 

(Y/N) couldn't be sure just how long she sat wrapped in his arms, crying her heart out until he had successfully comforted her enough to get her breathing in check and tears to quit flowing. She indulged herself by giving him a soft kiss on the curve of his throat, a quiet thank you she didn't think she could properly articulate through her croaky voice even if she tried. 

"'S alright, baby," he crooned to her one last time before his hand on her back shifted to sift his fingers through the strands of hair on the back of her head. Using a gentle grip, he pulled her away from the home she made in his neck, giving the only solace she could find in the baby curls on the back of his neck that hadn't made it into the bun. 

Struggling to meet his eyes, (Y/N) settled with a view on his chest, noting the lines of ink needled into his skin. She hadn't noticed that budding rose before. 

"Will y'look at me, lovebug?" Harry requested, his fingers on the back of her head massaging he scalp. As much as she didn't want to, she knew he deserved at least that much from her. It was hesitant, the way she lifted her head and made contact with his softened eyes. She couldn't help but to search for any signs of a changing tide. "Hi, you," Harry cooed to her, voice barely a whisper. 

A shaky smile made its way on her lips. "Hi." 

Her eyes fell closed as he craned his neck, pressing a tender kiss to the full of her cheek, lips lingering. "Y'okay to talk to me now? Or do y'need a little bit longer?" 

"I'm okay," she lied. 

The careful smile that molded his features was enough to have (Y/N) soothed while she waited for his reaction now that he wasn't prioritizing taking care of her. "What happened this morning, baby? Did y'really have a bad dream, or was it something else?" 

"I really did have a bad dream," she peeped, finding flecks of blue and gold in the heady green of his eyes, "But, when I woke up I realized I made a mess, so I..." 

(Y/N) didn't know how to finish her sentence, allowing the unfinished sentiment to hang in the air while she dropped her gaze from Harry's. This was too embarrassing for her already, she didn't know if she could handle explaining it all to him. 

"So, y'got up to clean up?" Harry prodded, keeping his steady hand on her waist. (Y/N)'s response came in the form of a soft nod. "Okay, I understand. But, why did y'hide from me, baby? I would have helped you, you know that." 

Her gaze grew watery at his offer. He shouldn't have to worry about cleaning up after her like that. She shouldn't have messed up, forgot what day it was. This was her responsibility. 

"You don't need to do that," she whispered with a shake of her head, "I'm sorry I didn't take care of myself. I ruined your things." 

"Darling," Harry pressed, dropping his head to somehow wiggle his way into her line of sight, "What are y'talking about? Y'didn't ruin anything." 

"Yes, I did, Harry," she cemented in as stern of a voice she could muster with a waver, "I st-stained your clothes and ruined y-your sheets. I was too stupid to pay attention and n-now you have to take care of this even thought its my fault. I'm so sorry." 

Harry didn't bother to soothe her with any cooed words then, catching onto the fact she wouldn't hear a single syllable with the way her heartrate kicked up. Instead, he tucked her back into his chest, face in his neck as he rocked her where he sat on the bathroom floor. He only spoke when he sushed every attempt she made at apologizing. 

Once she came down for the second time in his arms, he chanced another pull of her hair to get her back into his line of sight. "Y'alright?" 

Her hum of confirmation didn't sound very convincing even to her own ears. 

She watched as Harry sighed, probably thinking the same thing as he shifted his hold on her hair to cradle her cheek on his palm. "Is that why y'were hiding from me, baby? Were y'worried I was going to be mad?" 

The childish nod she gave him felt fitting given the fact she could barely speak without sending herself into a crying fit. 

"Oh, angel," he crooned before pressing a delicate kiss to the corner of her mouth, "I could never be mad at y'for something like this, do you understand me? None of this is your fault, I know that. I know y'didn't mean to do any of that, okay? I'm sorry y'felt like y'had to clean up all by yourself." 

"But—" 

"No," he sternly cut her off, features still molded with soft edges and rounded corners, "I'm not mad, and there's no reason y'need to be mad at yourself either. It happens, baby, and there's nothing to be upset about. Y'can't control this kind of thing, and I want y'to understand that I would never expect that from you. Y'shouldn't either." 

"I made everything dirty, though," she peeped, her voice a hair away from cracking had she spoken any louder, "I ruined y—" 

"You didn't ruin anything, okay? We can wash the sheets, and I've already got our clothes in the machine. Nothing is ruined or broken, okay? 'M only worried about you now." 

Taking in a deep breath, (Y/N) put in the effort to match his gaze. "Promise?" 

"Promise what, lovebug?" 

"Promise you're not mad?" 

The quiet curve of his lips that further softened the planes of his features had (Y/N)'s heart calming. He wouldn't be able to fake that. "I promise you 'm not mad, darling. I cross my heart, swear on Evie, everything. 'M not even a little mad, just worried." 

Harry would never, ever swear on Evie if he didn't mean it. 

"Thank you," she whispered before closing around him in a hug, wilting into his chest as her eyes fluttered closed, this time with relieved tears in her eyes. 

"I love you so much," he murmured into her shoulder, dropping an accompanying kiss to drive home the sentiment. 

(Y/N) finally felt her features relax as she let a smile tug at her lips. She could stop clenching her teeth now, something she hadn't even realized she'd been doing. "I love you too, Harry. So, so, so much." 

Silence settled over the bathroom as (Y/N) wrapped her head around her reality and stopped letting her anxieties twist it otherwise. Everything was alright, Harry had promised. 

"Do y'want to go back to sleep? I still need to wash the sheets but we can have a sleepover in the living room, if y'want?" Harry finally asked after a few minutes, breaking the quiet of the room.

She wrinkled her nose at the idea of going back to sleep feeling as dirty as she did. She still needed to wash her thighs and change into a new pair of panties now that she could think clearly. Toilet paper would have to do for now until she could make it to the store for proper products, but she could work with that. "I want to shower. I feel gross." 

A breathy laugh fell from Harry's lips as he reluctantly pulled his arms around her, only to help her stand up with him. His legs were wobbling as he stood to the full of his height, surely the cold tiles he knelt on having made him go stiff. "Alright. While y'take a shower, I'll go to the shop, okay? I can grab some things for you and when 'm back we'll take a nap. That sound good?" 

"That sounds really good, Harry, thank you." Looking up at him she gave him a watery smile, eyes still puffy and skin still warm from her earlier sobs. 

Harry gave her his own lopsided smile before giving her a small kiss to the tip of her nose. Letting go of her hand, he made it his job to start cleaning up the mess of her things on the floor, collecting her toiletries onto the counter so she could do what she needed with them while she bathed. "Anything specific y'want from the shop?" 

"No, no, just... pads and stuff," she peeped out, not able to meet his eyes at her request. While he proved to be much more mature and not crazy about these circumstances, she still wasn't used to even acknowledging she had a period to anyone other than Sarah. 

"Got it," he beamed, settling her special shampoo and conditioner on the counter alongside her favorite body lotion, "Take your time while 'm gone alright? Relax a little, and then when I'm home I'll take care of you." 

(Y/N) could only manage a soft nod her head. If she tried to speak she feared she would burst into tears again. 

God, she loved him.

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"I grabbed a couple of different ones since I wasn't sure what y'liked. Anything that y'don't use we can jus' keep here, though, yeah?" 

(Y/N) watched as he emptied his grocery bags with a glass of water in her hands, swallowing down the medicine Harry had dosed out to aid in her cramps. Her hair was damp against the back of her neck, the tendrils slowly drying after the calming shower she spent the better part of an hour taking. She indulged in the extra time Harry encouraged her to take, scrubbing with her favorite exfoliants and conditioning her hair with the sweetest smelling cream in the bunch. Every soap, balm, and lotion she swept across her skin helped her feel more and more like herself—like this morning had happened years ago instead of only hours. By the time she finally pried herself from the steamy bathroom, dressed in a set of Harry's clothes he sat out for her along with the proper products to help with her period, she felt worlds better despite the cramps still racking her system. 

Harry had been waiting for her out in the living room when she emerged fully dressed and had her hair braided back while it dried. He had jumped to his feet when he saw her, hands on his hips as he scanned over her as if to check for injuries in his absence. Once he was soothed, he had her taking her medicine before leading her to the kitchen where the rest of his grocery bags were laid out, a crease in his brow as he began unloading them. 

"Y'can also take some back to your place, too, if y'need them," he mused, pulling out package after package, "I jus' don't want y'to have to go without for any reason ever again, love. Did I do alright, though? The one I left for y'was alright?" 

Though she was a little shy at his line of question, she still felt her heart skip a beat over how hard he was trying. "It's perfect, H. Thank you." 

A soft smile took his features, getting him to slow down before reaching for the next bag in the bunch. Out he pulled a bundled pair of pajamas, the fabric fleecy and warm, dyed a soft pink hue. "I got y'these, too," he murmured, offering her the set as he laid them out on the counter for her to look at, "I figured y'would want to wear something familiar after getting out of the shower, but y'can change into these if y'want. They were the softest they had and when I saw them in pink I knew I had to get them for you." 

(Y/N) let out a breathy laugh at his words, trailing her fingers over the softened material that she really might change into later. He had been right, though, she decided. She was happy to be wrapped in Harry's clothes and his scent after the whirlwind of a morning she was having. 

"Fuck, I probably did a little too much now that 'm looking at it all," Harry murmured, amusement touching his features as he pulled out a small pink frog plush from the same bag, "but, I got this for you, too. Seeing y'so upset this morning really got me, love, I just wanted to get y'anything I thought might make y'smile. 'M sorry." 

"No, no, no," she shook her head, hurriedly grabbing for the plush to look at the smiling features and blushing cheeks on the frog, "I love him, H. Thank you. You're making me feel so much better." 

Just as she had hoped, she could see the way his worry shifted and melted from his shoulders, his features settling into something much more tranquil at her reassurances. 

"Yeah?" he pressed, dimples deep in his cheeks as he looked up at her from where he was folding his tote shopping bags to be put away until next time, "I also got y'that soup y'like. The miso one with the soy sauce flavoring even though I know you're just going to add your own anyway."

"Oh my gosh, you found some?!" (Y/N) chirped in her spot, bouncing on the balls of her feet, "They've been out the last, like, three times I've gone to the store!" 

Suddenly, his smile turned a bit sheepish at the corners as he dropped his gaze to where he was folding the final remaining bag. "I—uh—I went to three different shops. That's why I jus' got home a few minutes ago." 

"Harry," her voice came out like a pouted whine as she canted her head, "Are you serious?" 

"I jus' wanted to find it for you, angel, that's all. Don't need to get all pouty on me, okay?" 

Despite his request, she didn't care before she was rounding the counter with the glass of water being pushed off to the side. Fitting herself against his chest, (Y/N) squeezed him as much as she could muster, wanting him to feel how much she loved and appreciated every moment with him—especially these ones. 

"I love you," she murmured, the words earnestly made against his chest. 

Harry didn't even hesitate before he was gathering her in his own arms, dropping his head to press a kiss to the crown of hers. His breath ruffled the slowly drying hairs right on top with his nose skimming the strands. 

"I know, baby." 

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Harry hovered over (Y/N) with his lips pursed in a tight line, brows knitted in the middle. "Your cramps are still that bad, love? Are y'sure y'want to eat?" 

"Yeah, I'll be alright," she muttered, letting out the deep breath she'd been holding during the lingering wave of pain through her abdomen, "I just need to get through until I can take more medicine." 

Sighing, he checked the time on his phone. "That's not for another hour. Are y'sure y'want to eat? I don't want you to feel sick." 

"I don't feel nauseous or anything, though, really." The second she had shared just how intense her cramps could become if she hadn't prepared for them—just as was the case today—, he'd been worried about whether or not she felt sick at every turn. "Eating will help, H." 

Though he heaved a sigh, it seemed that was all the convincing it took for him to relent. Twin bowls of miso soup were laid out on the coffee table before them, Harry having insisted they have a 'picnic' in the living room so she could stay with her heating pad, heaps of blankets, and plush frog on the couch. Just as promised, he brought along a bottle of chilled soy sauce from the fridge, knowing just how much she liked to add the real deal instead of the powdered packet that came along with her favorite miso soup mix. 

"Thanks, honey," she smiled up at him, watching as the murmured pet name had the desired effect on him. She was never one for pet names, the feeling odd when she would rather call her love by his name, but she knew he would understand just how much she appreciated his efforts if she tacked on the sentiment.

"'M your honey?" he asked, a blush rising to tint his cheeks and touch at the tip of his nose, "What's that for?" 

"No reason," she said in between spoonfuls of soup, bits of tofu and seaweed leaves swirling through the broth, "Just wanted to call you that." 

Harry didn't make any comments in response, only tucking her into his side and pressing a delicate kiss to the side of her head. He didn't bother to unwind his arm even as he started eating, keeping that steadying hold on her waist with his fingertips overlapping onto the heating pad pressed to her tummy. 

"We can watch some of your shore show, if y'want," Harry offered in a mumble, pretending as if he wasn't as entertained with her reality t.v. choices as she knew he was.

"Really?!" she bubbled, bouncing in her spot though she was careful to keep from spilling her food, "I still need to show you the second season. That will show you why I love the show so much, I promise. Everyone fights at least twice during the whole season." 

"Is that so?" he hummed, nodding his head with an amused tilt to his lips, "And, we like when they fight?" 

"Of course," she said with a 'duh' attitude leaking into her tone, "They're all stupid, but the ones that we really don't like lose every time." 

"Alright," he relented, passing along the remote to her so she could pull up the show, "But, you'll have to pause it when I need to get y'some medicine. I don't want to miss any of this if 's so important." 

She didn't have it in her to argue with him while he was being so sweet. 

"Okay, honey." 

"Angel, stop, you're making me blush. Put on your little show, and hush." 

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Harry's face lit up when (Y/N) exited the bathroom clad in the soft pink pj's he'd brought home for her today. She still had his hoodie covering her torso, but the fleecy bottoms were snug over her freshly exfoliated legs. 

"You're wearing 'em! Are they as soft as I thought they would be?" Harry beamed as she made her way to the bed, her spot vacant and waiting for her aside from her new froggy plush laid against her pillow. 

"They're really soft, H," she cemented, crawling into bed bedside him with her hair fluffed and free from the braid she twisted it back in earlier. "We need to go back and get you a pair." 

"Yeah? You think so?" he asked, wrapping her in his arms as she settled against his chest, covered pulled up and tucked to her chin. 

"Mhm," she hummed with a smile as she angled herself to look up at him wither her cheek smushed into his bare chest. 

He was tired, that much she could tell from the soft set of his features and the touch of darkness gathering under his eyes. She knew he hadn't napped with her when she fell asleep on the couch, but she hadn't realized just how badly he may have needed it. But, she knew he wouldn't have settled even if she pleaded. He was much too occupied with ensuring her heating pad was stuck to her tummy and she was drinking w enough fluids to make up for what she was missing out on with her cycle. 

Maybe, she thought, she could use a bit of his exhaustion to her advantage and convince him to sleep in with her tomorrow. And, if she lucked out and got up before him, she could treat him to some breakfast.

"What?" he asked, interrupting her admiring. Harry's own smile was saddled with a pair of deep dimples on the apples of his cheeks, lips softened and pink to match the color blushing the tip of his nose. 

"Nothing," she hummed, feeling a little silly to be caught starting as if she had made any attempts to hide it. "Just wanted to tell you that I love you, and thank you for today. It really means a lot." 

"Darling," he crooned to her, petting his hand through her hair, "Don't need to thank me for any of that, okay? I don't know where y'got the idea that I was going to be upset with you, but I need y'to know hat I didn't do anything special today. I took care of you because I love you and 's the right thing to do, okay?" 

"But, it's special to me, H," she insisted, voice a whisper in the quiet of his bedroom, "I would never expect anyone to do that for me, and I just—I don't know. It just really means a lot to me and made me love you even more." 

Harry shifted under her, using the hand he had petting her hair back to pull her face to his. Pressing his lips to hers, he made use of the gentle contact to get his own point across. he loved her and would do this for her no matter what, because he wasn't stupid and wasn't insane enough to be upset with her over something out of her control. She shouldn't expect anything less than this treatment because it was what she deserved. 

"Today made me love y'more, too," he murmured against her kiss, a slight nudge of his nose against hers pulling a smile from her lips. 

"Really?"

"Mhm," he hummed, pulling away just enough to match her gaze. "Y'make me feel needed, like y'want me around even if 'm only doing things you're more than capable of doing for yourself. I like knowing that y'want me to do it anyway—that y'trust me." 

Brushing a gentle hand over the height of his cheekbone, fingertips tracing over the planes of his face in a delicate touch, (Y/N) felt her emotions take ahold of her once more. "Because I do need you," she whispered, voice wavering as she tried to keep her tears at bay, "You make me feel wanted." 

Touching his forehead to hers as best he could while still getting a view of her pretty eyes, Harry allowed a lazy smile to touch his features. "We make a good team then, don't we?" 

Her smile wavered at his crooned words. "The best." 

Harry couldn't stop smiling, even when he kissed her until she fell asleep. 

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its finally here ahhhh!! thank you sm for reading and sorry for any mistakes! if u have any questions or requests of your own please snd them in!

[ahgasegotarmy116]

the 'do it for him' mini series was insanely good, it's illegal. i wish that we could have more of it. 😔

what would oc do if jungkook decides that he wants her as his wife and not his son's wife anymore, what would she do? like, would she play house with him when her husband is on a work trip because his dad keeps on sending him?

Oh my gosh thank you so much 😭 I'm so so happy you liked it! Hopefully this will help answer your questions <3

Do it for... Mini Masterlist < read for context :)

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"You told me as soon as we found out I was pregnant with my son yo-" "Our son" he taunts and I take a deep breath trying to calm myself down a bit before continuing, not wanting to raise my voice too much as the children are in the other room. "Our son, that you would leave me alone" I say and he raises a brow at me, wanting me to continue my argument. "Yet you keep coming back to me. Why can't you just leave me alone?" I say, walking over to sit down at my husband's desk. The same place where Jungkook had propositioned me several years ago. 

"Darling it's your fault, you've ruined sex for me with other women. Nothing about them compares to you" he says caressing my face leaving me flinching a bit but he holds onto my chin to keep me in place. "What about me is so special to you?" I say looking up at him with a heated gaze, full of disgust for everything about him.

"Your body and how it calls out to me even though your mind wants you to think differently. How you keep on letting me have you when my son is out of town even when you try to tell me no. How you cry every time from the guilt that is consuming you from the inside out yet you lay there and take it. That is what makes you special love" he says looking down at me with an expression that is somehow readable but not at the same time.

"You're disgusting" I say and stand up to leave but he places a hand on my shoulder and my body moves to sit back down without any resistance. "You call me disgusting yet with just a touch you're already giving into me" says with a cocky smile.

"You're just as disgraceful if not more for letting me do this to you" he says while cradling my face again and running his thumb along my bottom lip, somehow with that simple motion and his heated gaze he's put me in a trance.

He tugs on my bottom lip softly making me open my mouth as he slowly inserts his thumbs and pressed it on my tongue leaving me on impulse suckling on it and watching as his eye darken, full of pure lust.

I'm broken out of the headspace that he is always able to get me in so easily when I hear my son crying. I bite on his thumb a bit leaving him pulling it out of my mouth, giving me a chance to leave. "The nanny will tend to him" he says not even bothering to turn and watch me as I go.

"I don't care, I want to go take care of my son " I say and he turns around after that with his phone facing me, showing me my husband's contact information. "Just one call love and your entire world crumbles. Now run off and go take care of our son, we can continue this conversation later" he finishes and turns his back to me. 

I'm doing this so I can save my husband from the heartbreak of knowing that our marriage and the family that we've built together is all a lie. So if that means entertaining his father to keep this a secret then I'll do it. I could never bare seeing the pain I've caused him come to life as I already have two living reminders with me everyday. 

I've backed myself into a corner, and there really is no one else to blame but myself. Jungkook might've pressured me into this but the choice was ultimately mine, and I chose wrong.  

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