#I stayed positive for a while but now that my working hours had to be cut I suddenly have way too much time on my hands
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*.âčË ZAYNE | take a break
ââ âzayne x fem!reader â mini one shot 0.8k words âZayne tries to get his girlfriend to take a break â author's note
There was a joke she constantly made and it was about how Zayne should stop working so much and take a break. It was ironic how things had changed now, she was the one who needed to take a break.
Zayne had his eyes fixed on his girlfriend who was pacing back and forth. He wasn't entirely sure if her hands were trembling because she was moving so fast but it wouldn't have surprised him. She had been drinking gallons of coffee all morning.
"Where are the papers? I'm sure I left them here." She grimaced and started walking to the kitchen. "I came to the kitchen later to make some coffee." She turned to walk back out of the kitchen and head to the small table where her laptop and hundreds of papers sat, but Zayne stood in front of her.
She bumped into her boyfriend's chest and looked up at him. She stepped aside to avoid him but Zayne blocked her path again. His cold hands wrapped around hers and brought them to his lips, feeling that she was indeed trembling.
"You need to rest, love." Zayne's lips pressed against the knuckles of one of her hands. She could see him trying to act too calm.
"I need to work." She shook her head and took a step back to try and get away from him, but Zayne's grip tightened, preventing her from retreating any further.
"Come here," Zayne's voice was soft, not wanting to stress her out any further. He guided her over to the couch, she was still too stunned to protest so she simply took a seat next to him. "You've been working too much."
"You can't blame me for that. You're a workaholic." She looked at him with a slight frown. It was true, maybe he wasn't the best example, but he had never entered an operating room without sleeping or with his hands shaking, or he would have been fired already.
"You need to rest. You can work later, I'll help you find the papers myself." Zayne leaned down to press his lips against his girlfriend's forehead, for some reason he had made her calmer.
She sighed and nodded. She wondered if Zayne was capable of tying her to the bed and forcing her to rest. She couldn't help but laugh at the thought.
Five minutes later she had her hands wrapped around a hot cup of tea 100% made by her boyfriend. His arms were around her in an attempt to make her feel comforted⊠or maybe he was just trying to keep me from running away and work again.
"I have a lot of things to do⊠my boss asked me for those papers and IâŠ" Zayne's voice interrupted her.
"That's enough. You need to rest."
"But my jobâŠ"
Zayne sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. His gaze was hard, it was what she called 'his doctor look', the same one he used when she went to her monthly checkups and Zayne talked to her about her results. "You can find another job if necessary."
He took the cup from her hands and set it on the small table in front of them. He would give her a job himself if necessary. He understood the feeling of wanting to do everything perfectly, but his girlfriend's boss was taking her to an extreme that he would not tolerate.
"Did you know that you can get seriously ill from stress and not getting enough rest?" She rolled her eyes. Was he saying this as a doctor or as a boyfriend?
"I'll be fine." She sighed. She didn't resist when Zayne wrapped his arms around her and forced her to lie on his chest, it was like a warm pillow that she loved to sleep on.
"Get some sleep," he murmured, the scent of her hair hitting his nose.
"What if my boss calls and gets mad?"
"I'll take care of that."
She felt the weeks of sleeplessness take their toll on her the second she lay down on his chest. Maybe it was the tea or maybe she just needed a break.
It didn't take long for her to fall asleep, she needed it so much and she would make sure to thank Zayne when she woke up for caring so much about her.
Zayne didn't mind staying in the same position for almost two hours while she was sleeping. He knew he could pick her up and carry her to the bedroom but he liked being able to have her close and be able to keep an eye on her.
He still didn't know what he would do when she woke up but he knew he wouldn't let her go back to that horrible job, no matter if he had to pay her bills himself.
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Who do you think is meaner in bed, Marco or Izo? I think lots of people would (ignorantly) assume he'd be a sub because he's feminine only to get a shock when he flips things on them, but while I think he's a good dom I personally don't see him as being a particularly mean one. I think he'd be good at staying calm and collected and making you feel reeaally embarrassed about how easily you lose composure by comparison. Marco has so much responsibility and steam to blow off I can see it. Division commander, head doctor, has to bully the strongest man in the world into taking his meds, he's gotta take the stress out on someone. Heehee idk
It's so funny you asked this - I was already writing another Mean Marco drabble! I completely agree with you. I think Marco is very tightly wound under that calm facade. He's a doctor dealing with 997 idiots (excluding Izou and Deuce), 1 Portgas D. Ace (he's in his own category), and the Captain is a stubborn old man who won't take his pills.
I do think Izou could come off as a little mean but I agree that he mostly keeps his wits about him. I could see Izou drinking tea and watching while you ride the Sybian, noting the different sounds you make and how they differ from other forms of stimulation. Or Izou teasing you endlessly as you're bound to his bedframe spread eagle, never quite touching where you need him to, agreeing with you that yes, it is quite difficult. And no, he's not going to stop until he's done.
But Marco.
Oh, Marco.
NSFW Drabble, Marco x F!Reader , ~1k (oops), mean but consensual Marco
Stress Ball
âMarco, is - oh, I guess youâre in here alone then,â Tate said, poking her head in Marcoâs office. The First Division Commander smiled as he picked his head up from some reports, his red glasses resting on the end of his nose.
âJust me yoi,â he confirmed, setting down the quill heâd been using for note taking.Â
âOK, no worries. But are you alright? You looked really worked up before," Tate asked, searching Marcoâs face for answers.
âAh, you know how it is. Too many patients, not enough doctors and nurses,â Marco said with an easy smile. Tate nodded and gave a knowing laugh.
âYeah, trust me I get it. I just think you have it harder than anyone else on board. Youâre in charge of our division, youâre responsible for keeping everyone safe, youâre the primary doctor for the crew, youâre basically the First Mate, and you have to give that stubborn old man all his medicine. If I was you I would have cracked a long time ago. Speaking of, Iâve been looking for - oh, nevermind. Hope you find some kind of stress relief - I can cover for you in a bit if you want to go flying?â Tate offered her longtime friend.
âI appreciate it but thereâs no need yoi. Iâm buried up to my neck in paperwork and besides, I found a way to blow off some steam earlier. Iâm feeling pretty good right now,â Marco said, picking up his quill once more. Tate nodded and smiled, already turning to leave the office.
âSounds great bossâŠIâll go look for her in the baths then, she said she was stressed earlierâŠâ Tate said mostly to herself, her voice getting quieter the further down the hall she went from Marcoâs office. He smiled to himself then continued to write, turning the pages slowly and straightening them as needed. After about half an hour, he heard some sounds coming from the slim coat closet set in the adjacent wall. Standing up, he stretched his arms over his head, his toned stomach peeking through as his shirt rode up. Striding over to the closet, he opened the door and enjoyed the sight before his eyes.
You were inside, head moving towards the movement of air. You couldnât see or hear him, the blindfold and headphones heâd put on you didnât allow for any light or sound. You were shifting around, trying to find a comfortable position but Marco had ensured there wasnât one. You were sitting on your poor red bottom on the floor of the closet, your wrists bound to your crossed ankles. The two vibrators that Marco had placed in your holes were still going but at a low hum, your slick fluids dripping down your thighs and into a small puddle on the floor. Marco squatted down next to you, causing you to search once again for the source of the movement.Â
The large spider gag prevented you from calling out to him but the drool leaking from your mouth joined the rest of the slick mess youâd been making. He noted that your chest and face were still covered in his cum from earlier as he ran his thumb through the fluids. Placing his coated thumb in your open mouth, your tongue roved over the digit and sucked as much as you could. Pleased, Marco removed your headphones, making your head jerk in his direction.
âYouâre being too loud yoi. I can hear you moving around all the way from my desk,â Marco cooed into your ear. He palmed your breasts in his hands, rolling your already pert nipples in his fingers. After only a few moments of pinching and teasing you were panting and straining against the bindings heâd lovingly put on your hours before but making as little noise as you could.
âYou wouldnât want anyone to find you like this, would you yoi? You shook your head rapidly while a blush rose in your cheeks.
âThen you need to be quieter, hm? Letâs see if you can be a good little thing for me,â Marco said affectionately, petting your hair. Reaching into his pocket he removed a heavy chain with teeth clamps on either end. Putting his hand on your back for support, he dipped his head low and nipped and kissed your breast, leaving a trail of hickeys until he reached your nipple. Sucking hard, he laved his tongue over the sensitive bud until your chest was heaving. Pulling away his head with an audible pop, he quickly placed the clamp on your nipple. You whined softly as he repeated the process with your other nipple until both were clamped between the teeth of the metal binding.
âAh ah. Not so loud or Iâll have to leave the door open yoi. You donât want the rest of the crew to see how needy you are do you? I think another 30 minutes here would help us both, hm? Iâm feeling relaxed already and Iâm sure you are too,â Marco said with a grin, pulling on the chain gently. You pushed your chest up to alleviate the pain from the clamps but that caused the large plug in your ass to be ground in further. Marco looked you over, putting his index and middle finger into your fist.Â
âOnce for green, twice for yellow, three times for red,â he said softly, waiting for your response. You gave him two hard squeezes and he kissed your cheek.
âI felt yellow. Again, just to make sure I got the right one. Once for green, twice for yellow, three times for red,â he repeated. Just as before you squeezed his fingers twice, leaving no room for error.Â
 âDoing so well, Doveling, just a little more,â he whispered into your ear. He replaced the headphones, kissed the top of your head and shut the door to the closet. Humming happily he sat down at his desk to finish the last of his paperwork. Heâd be done soon and heâd make you come around his cock until you cried for him to stop. That would alleviate your stress, he thought with a grin.
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This week has been so long and hard. I knew what I signed up for at my new job, I just don't remember being so tired all the time from it.
#rant#personal#my sleep schedule is off too since I'm used to a 720 start time but now I start at 930 and I still wake up at like 630 every day#I just need to adjust my sleep by like 2 hours so I'm not nodding off so early#but I also blame how exhausting this new position is and that I'm going to school 2 times a week till 9ish right after work#even at my old job I would stay up late since I like to so I thought it would be a better time for me but so far it hasn't but hopefully#it will be in the future#Its not like I havent encountered the behaviors and stuff before its just very intense with a child I'm with so much and how many times#I've had to remove them from situations since they started to get violent (multiple times a day)#good thing the kid likes me and he's talking to me Ive had so many convos with social workers phycologists the partents teachers but still#anyway if I feel like this still by December I might have to find a different job while I go to school#its not like the school I work for isn't helping me its more that its a hard job and I'm tired
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Who would have guessed that when your job is in danger, you will feel like crap sooner or later ;u;
#man itâs been a while since I last felt so down -.-#I stayed positive for a while but now that my working hours had to be cut I suddenly have way too much time on my hands#feels horrible to lose the place I finally found peace and a kind of family in#it might all go well but for the next few weeks or months nothing will be safe#Iâm just glad I have learned enough self-compassion over the years to not use exercise or food restriction as coping mechanisms anymore#like i try to allow all emotions and just let them happen yknow#still feels nice to let stuff out in text form#im gonna shut up now..#shitposting
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#hi friends I'm dying.... doctor did a blood exam on me this morning and I don't think there's any blood left in me anymore#my lunch break is over in few minutes and I think I just became one with a couch so I'm writing this instead of getting up#my previous doctor never took so much blood i never had problems before#also I'm going to hairdresser tomorrow and I feel the urge to do something new with my hair but I suck at this#also I decided not to worry about my calories today and I thought it would feel very liberating but it's just making me nervous#i wanted to treat myself with pastries for breakfast after the doctor and now I regret everything and all i can think about is burning it#on the positive note i think I'm overcoming my fear of doctors slowly i was panicking only a little today#i really really really don't want to get up#i just heard an email notification from my pc and now I want to stay on the couch even more#four more hours and I'm done#I'm sending everyone motivation and I'm getting up#if you have any good music recommendations send me something and I'll listen to it while I work! :))#if you're also looking for a sign to get up and be productive this is it!#we're doing this we're going to make it#we don't have to do anything perfect just get through it#have a wonderful day everyone â€ïž
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okay I got some thoughts just putting these here
#I am feeling. untethered.#itâs bc I didnt get out of bed until 2pm today and the sun is currently setting#I was awake from like 10-11 and the curtains were open I just didnât get up :/#and I only really just had lunch and I wanted to go to the library to work on my essay but thereâs not much point now#bc Iâm on a pretty strict time limit today#Iâm meeting friends at 9 and I gotta cook + eat + wash up which takes like. 2 hours minimum. + calling home#probably abt 3 of the 5 hours I have left and going to the library cuts out 40 minutes of just travelling time and probably more like 50-60#for getting ready to/actually leaving. + Iâll want some time at the end of the day before I leave to centre myself before I go out again#so I might as well stay in and work until I need to cook at like. 5? if I want to do everything in time?#which is fine but damn the 4pm sunsets get me.#anyway thatâs fine Iâll feel better once Iâve done some work and cooked I think#lunch did not help. I know Iâm probably lactose intolerant and yet Iâve started eating cheese again. I had a lot of cheese.#anyway itâs a little annoying bc yesterday was such a good day#I finally figured out my skates and I could SKATE again properly#and Iâm not quite where I was in terms of control bc the new skates feel different but I could move without hurting#and that does make such a big difference. okay I was hurting a little but Iâm closer than before and I think itâs abt breaking them in now#idk. The Wanting is shifting recently. both in the emotional and rational sides#Iâm getting a much better idea of what I can actually do and feeling more okay within that#but the things I want are also shifting in response to that and some are pushing against it while others take a backseat#I think I just need time and to be in a less stressful + unstable position for a while but that. will only come with time#itâll be better in may. thatâs all I got rn and genuinely what Iâm holding onto which is more than a little annoying but#I think Iâm also feeling a little stupid bc of this New Guy I was talking to yesterday#I talked to him like two weeks ago and he was a little annoying but kinda endearing. soft eyes#and then again last night and we were just talking normally and he seemed kinda cool#but then I find his instagram this morning and itâs just. so many red flags. itâs all red flags. and I saw some of them the first time#thereâs also. Big Lukeâą bc we look the same but heâs like 6â?? maybe shorter? and Iâm 5â6#and like weâre just white guys with long curlyish brown hair but#idk heâs almost definitely straight and itâs entirely wishful thinking but here we are. itâs absolutely nothing#Iâm just trying to get to know the guy bc he might be taking over my role next year and heâs fun to talk to#luke.txt
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ENHYPEN OT6 DEAL WITH YOUR OVULATION
part 1
â ïž smut. mdni. breeding kink for most, pet names, so much praise, p in v, size kink for hee's and hoon's, bulge kink for hee's, daddy kink for jay's, oral fem receiving and overstim for jake's, mentions of pain and nipple play for hoon's, video call sex for sunoo's, mean won, pet play and degradation for won's.
nia note ! this should have been out forever ago but it's me... so. this is for @heehoonies đ«” bc i know you wanted it, and my baby @sleepyhoon
HEESEUNG | thinks he might be in heaven. youâre squeezing him tighter than you ever have, sounding like an angel under him as he presses his hips snugly against yours. heâs already so deep inside you, but he pushes his cock to reach even deeper, taking one of your legs and throwing it over his shoulder so he can fuck into you just like he wants to, his bangs falling over his eyes with the motion.
âyou sound even wetter now that youâre under me, babydoll,â he gasps into your neck, hips never once faltering despite how hard youâre squeezing him. âsending me your pretty moans when iâm out with the guys⊠youâre so desperate to be filled up with cum, mhh angel, aren't you?â
you clench even tighter around his girth at the cute pet name heâd taken a liking to using with you. he loves calling you his sweet little angel.
âof course you are.â heeseung snickers, sliding his hand over your tummy, pushing against it to feel his bulge repeatedly fuck into your heat. his mouth is hanging open at the sight. you look so fucked out under him, grabbing and clawing at the bedsheets because when you think heâs finally pushed all the way in, he still gives you more. âso fucking deep babydoll⊠iâm gonna get you all nice and pregnant.â
JAY | just like promised, made up some bullshit excuse on the spot to leave work so he could come home and give you all the attention you craved so desperately.
âso desperate for cock you forgot your manners?â jay says, his tone stern. he lifts up your skirt to reveal your bare glistening cunt, no panties. âwe canât have that now. can we, pretty girl?â
âplease daddy?â you look up to him, lashes all wet and darker from the tears of frustration that had welled up in your eyes while waiting for him.
âplease what, angel?â
âplease fuck me?â you sound so embarrassed, jayâs cock twitches in his hand. still his pretty shy girl even when youâre so desperate and begging for him.
âyou said no condom, right baby? gonna let me feel your raw pussy?â
you nod, bottom lip caught between your teeth as you watch your boyfriend spit on his own cock, hand spreading the wetness on his entire length before he positions it at your entrance, his other hand gripping on your bunched up skirt until his knuckles turn white. your mouth waters at the thought of his cum down your throat, a treat he never fails to give you, pulling out of you to let your mouth finish him off whenever heâs close. this time though, he has different plans.
JAKE | likes to spend entire hours nestled between your thighs, lapping away at your cunt like he might never get another chance to in his life. and itâs nothing new really, but he somehow gets even needier for your pretty pussy to gush around his tongue whenever youâre ovulating, if thatâs even possible.
âfuck baby, youâre so much wetter than usual,â he moans against your inner thigh, sloppily licking away at the skin of it before going back to suck on your clit. âgonna come around my tongue again?â
youâve lost count of how many times he has already made you do just that, promising with a pout that itâs for real the last time, just to have you spread out on the couch for him again in a matter of minutes.
âso, so fucking sweet. wanna stay here forever.â heâs basically making out with your cunt, drooling all over as he draws orgasm after orgasm out of you. and you donât even know when your high starts or ends anymore, pain so good you just have to lay there for him. youâre barely coherent when he comes up to your face, tongue pushing against your own in a messy, wet kiss. and you taste yourself on him, just like he promised. âtaste how sweet you are baby? and you wanna deprive me of this?â
SUNGHOON | has you on his lap, thick cock pushing to make space in your snug heat with difficulty. you donât think youâll ever get used to how thick his girth feels inside you, stretching you out like no one has ever done before. ruining you for every other man, like he likes to say. you also wonât lie and say you donât love it. the burning pain feels good once you start getting used to it, but the best part is how his soothing words guide and heal you all throughout it.
âthis tiny kitty can barely handle me,â he whispers, strong big arms sneaking around your back to hold you flush against him, his face dipped down to kiss all over your stomach as you slowly sink down onto him. âbut youâre so good baby, taking me so well mhh?â
âhoonie⊠h-hurts.â
âi know that pretty, i know that. but you wanna make me proud donât you? wanna make hoonie feel so good?â
and you canât do anything but nod, a small tear slipping past the corner of your eye when he takes your nipples in his mouth, warm tongue toying with the cold bars of the piercings, moaning around your skin when your breath hitches in your throat. you nod because even when it hurts, you know heâs gonna make it feel so good later.
SUNOO | cooes at you when you finally answer his video call and heâs met with the picture of you, hair all messy and forehead all sweaty, with your hands in your panties. he canât help it when youâre so cute, unable to get off without his help.
he fluffs up a pillow behind him and rests on it, thick glass frames falling down the bridge of his nose and a playful smirk on his plump lips. âcanât come without me, princess?â itâs even more embarrassing to hear him say it out loud, but heâs not wrong. âpull your panties to the side and show me then. show me how badly you want me to fill you up.â
you do, fumbling to give him the best possible view before he even thinks to ask again. you make it a point to spread your cunt open for him to see, revelling in the low guttural moan you steal from him, a shiver running right down to your tummy when you notice how his arm is moving, hoping heâs palming himself to the sight of you. you hope heâll be nice enough to let you see.
ânow iâll tell you exactly what to do. how to touch yourself properly.â he bites down on his bottom lip when he hears the obscene sounds your wet cunt is making, and he wishes for nothing more than for you to be there with him, not through a screen. âin exchange, when i come back, youâll let me fill up that pretty pussy of yours how many times i want to. isnât that right princess?â
JUNGWON | hates when you get an attitude, and he acts like he hates having to put you back in your place, but deep down you both know he loves it, and you do too.
âtalking to me like that,â he says, voice so much lower than usual, as he thrusts into you with an erratic rhythm. your cunt is still sore from the spanks he gave you earlier, and his balls slapping against it as he takes you from behind are doing nothing to soothe you. âso horny you forgot your manners? youâre such a dumb little bunny.â
his cock is pressing so deep inside you, it all feels too much, but not enough at the same time. so you push your hips against his pelvis, trying to take in even more. âgod, youâre so pathetic,â he laughs incredulously, punctuating his sentence by pushing his length all the way inside you, keeping his hips flush against the fat of your ass, pushing you forward until your front collapses on the bed. your breath is knocked out of lungs, but you get no time to recover because he grabs a fistful of your hair and speaks right into your ear, voice low and dangerous, âyouâre my little pet. my bunny to discipline, and my bunny to fuck and breed. got that?â
#enhypen smut#heeseung smut#jay smut#jongseong smut#jake smut#jaeyun smut#sunghoon smut#sunoo smut#jungwon smut#enhypen drabbles#enhypen x reader#heeseung x reader#jay x reader#jake x reader#sunghoon x reader#jungwon x reader#sunoo x reader#enhypen headcanons
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tw: pregnancy. just a little something based on ask~ gojo annoys you on daily basis, so now you return the favor and he can't refuse it bc you're his baby mamađ
a part of gojo's love entries
âsatoruâ your baby is hungry,â you pouted, poking his cheek repeatedly. âsa-to-ru!!â
it was 3 in the morning, and ideally, you would have been sleeping... only that suddenly you were awoken by rumbles from your growing belly.
yet your husband was still sound asleep without any care in the world, prompting you to poke him until you succeeded in making him hear you out.
satoru begrudgingly cracked his eyes open, still having his face tucked under the blanket and yawning. ângh, sweets⊠what is it?â
his sleepy voice was thick, low and raspy. usually youâd swoon and leave a hickey or two on his neck but not now, as the overwhelming hunger made you almost curl.
âbaby is craving mochi,â you said, eyes shining up to him ever so innocently. âget it for me, satoruuu.â
âoh?â if he wasnât awake before, now he was after hearing your nagging tone drawling his name. he faced you and drew you closer. âwhat do you want again, hmm?â
âice cream mochi!!â
âoooh that.â satoru scratched his head at the memory of him eating the last of it yesterday. âbut we ran out of them, sweetheart⊠wait till morning, yeah? iâll go to market to get some.â
âbut...â
âcanât baby wait a few more hours, hmm?â
âno! want itâ now!â
satoru blinked at your insistence. you looked positively adorable while sulking at him too.
âwhy mochi all of sudden, huh?â he decided to humor you. âyou used to say they taste bland.â
âthatâs because of your sperm infecting me,â you sullenly accused. âand donât pretend you havenât been feeding me mochi for weeks. baby likes it more than i thought.â
âhey! donât bash my sperm! they did no wrong and completed the deed splendidly!â
âyouâre just a one-time donor, donât be smug.â
he whined and you huffed, before suddenly your stomach grumbled loudly and you curled up. âmmhm.â
âhey⊠whatâs wrong?â satoru quickly sat up and placed his hand on your baby bump. âreally hungry? wait, iâll get you something to nibble on first.â
he rummaged through his work uniform and found several bite-sized chocolate bars he brought around, and unwrapped the foil. âhere.â
you immediately devoured the treat to sate your hunger, but still, your baby longed for moreâ
âmochiâŠâ you mumbled despondently, your expression turning heartbroken. and one second later satoru realized how much he wanted to squeeze your cheeks, and relented.
âokay, okay, sweets~â he gave your head several comforting pats, making you look up. âiâll go and get the mochi, yeah? you stay put and wait for me, 'kay?â
âyay.â a little smile bloomed in your face and satoru chuckled, finding you so unbearably endearing.
and so, for you, he ventured out to the closest 24-hour convenience store, picking up some ice cream mochi along with other treats to replenish your stock, before teleporting back home.
he was expecting that you'd still be all sulky while waiting for him, but instead, he found you peacefully asleep, hogging his pillow.
each breath that caused your chest to rise and fall made you appear all the more vulnerable and soft in his eyes.
you looked so irrevocably precious to him. his sweet little wife... in that moment, satoru felt like he was the luckiest man alive, getting to have you as his.
âyou naughty girl.â he let out an amused laugh before reclaiming his spot next to you. the hold you had over himâ you made him go through the cold night air, and now you were monopolizing his pillow and he had to resume sleeping without one at all.
and yet all he could feel was love. for you and your baby, as he pulled you close to his chest.
âboth of you sure love teaming up against me, huh?â
#đđđŁđ đđđĄđđđđ #gojo x reader#gojo satoru x reader#jujutsu kaisen#jjk x reader#jjk drabbles#jjk crack#gojo satoru#satoru x reader#jjk imagines#jujutsu kaisen x reader#satoru gojo x reader#gojo satoru fluff#jjk fluff#gojo x you#satoru gojo fluff#jjk x reader fluff#gojo fluff
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dark chocolate cherry
i want to bring you flowers from the mountains, bluebells, dark hazels, and rustic baskets of kisses. i want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.
or; your boyfriend shows up when you just want some alone time [3.2k]
jason todd x fem!reader; reader gets her period and describes painful symptoms; just fluff; jason "words don't come easy so here's acts of service" todd this is supposed to be earlier in the relationship which is why he's still a little shy but i think she knows he's red hood? idk man. i was just going with it; can you guess what inspired this? (everything is awful) and this is likeâŠnot that good
The day started at 2 AM when you woke to shooting pains in your abdomen and blood everywhere. It continued until 2:45 while you cleaned yourself, changed clothes, put on a fresh pad, took some painkillers, and changed the sheets. It paused for about an hour until you woke up again at 4:00, courtesy of Gothamâs patented night-life that had taught you to completely tune out the sound of police sirens. Tonight, however, they werenât tuning out.
The sirens quieted at 4:10, by which angry tears collected in the corners of your eyes as you flopped around in bed in an attempt to get comfortable. No matter what you did, there was always something wrong; the pillow was too hard, the blanket was too scratchy, the position hurt your arm.
From 4:11 to 4:12, you screamed into your pillow.
By 4:15 you had settled in front of the TV with a bowl of dry cereal (it took everything in you not to cry over the lack of milk in your fridge), a heating pad, and your favorite comfort show queued up.
At 8 AM you managed to drag yourself to work, where you half-assed the dayâs tasks, took a 15-minute break to cry in your car, then dipped out a half-hour early.
Now, at 5 PM on a Friday evening, youâre curled into the fetal position in front of your TV with your comfort show resumed and your trusty heating pad cranked to the highest setting. Prepared to spend the entire night here, you already changed into pajamas and kept a couple blankets within reach. Your phone buzzes on the coffee table, and you stretch to reach it, careful not to lose your comfortable position or roll off the couch.
Jason About to leave Be there in 20
You groan out loud. You want to throw your phone across the room, but decide against it because no amount of hormones from hell are worth six hundred dollars. Youâre still angry, though, for being so stupid as to forget about the date you had planned for tonight. Scrolling up to earlier messages, you see another text from today wishing you a good morning and telling you he was excited to see you tonight. But, too down to bother checking any messages today, you had missed it.
You I canât tonight anymore Iâm sorry I donât feel great
After hitting send, you place your phone on the ground, not even having the energy to reach for the coffee table again. Or the energy to lift your arm back up, apparently, given how it hangs limply over the edge of the couch. You feel guilty about cancelling, but you are in no state to go out tonight. Youâre used to the symptoms of your period hitting so hard. As much as you and Jason care about each other, youâre not sure youâre ready for him to see you like this. Youâve managed to plan your relationship around your hormone cycle so far, but today it came early.
Your phoneâs buzzing is muffled by the rug, and you almost donât hear it. Jasonâs photo is displayed on the screen.
Your hanging hand clicks âanswerâ and puts it on speaker so you can take the call without moving from how you're curled up.
âIs everything okay? Whatâs wrong?â
âNothing, Iâm fine, I just donât feel up for going out tonight. Iâd rather stay home.â
âDid something happen?â
âNo, I just got my period so Iâm not really in the mood.â
âOkay, we can stay in tonight. What do you feel like eating? I can pick something up.â
âNo, JasonâŠI want to stay home alone tonight.â
Thereâs a beat of silence on the other end of the line.
âOkayâŠdid I do something?â His voice comes out a little smaller.
âNo, youâre fine, I promise. I just donât feel like seeing anyone right now.â
ââŠNot even me?â
Your hand presses against your temples to soothe the building tension headache. The self-doubt in his tone brings the anguish of the entire day bubbling up your throat. You feel like the worst person in the world. Exactly how you donât want him to see you.
âJasonâŠitâs not you. I justâŠI feel like shit right now, honestly. Everything hurts, Iâm miserable and sad and angry at everything, Iâm breaking out all over.â You feel yourself welling up at all these little stresses coming out. âIâm craving everything but feel too sick to eat anythingâŠI feel pretty disgusting right now, and frankly, I donât want you to see me like this.â You finish your rant with a sniffle. You wipe your nose, trying to hold back the sob thatâs threatening to break through. But at his silence, your worst, most improbable fears claw their way to the surface: he hates you now. You scared him away. You exhale heavily into your sleeve as more tears spill.
The phone is quiet for a long moment. Then; âI could never find you disgusting,â he says, gently. âBut if thatâs what you want, then weâll reschedule.â
âThank you. And sorry.â
He speaks with a tone you canât quite parse. âDonât apologize. Just feel better.â
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Itâs one hour after your phone call, and at the first knock, you know who it is. Who else could it be? With that soft, somewhat hesitant, one-knuckle rap on the door. Only one person knocks on your door like that.
âJason, I told you not to come here,â you say a little more cutting than you intend to, but your back and shoulders feel like theyâre about to snap under a phantom pressure and the frustration of your request being outright ignored leaves a burning bitterness that channels itself into a violent wrenching open of the door.
He jumps a little at the abruptness of your greeting. One look at your face and he visibly deflates.
âIâm sorryâŠI know you said not to come, butâŠâ his gaze casts downward to his hands. You follow; heâs clutching a reusable grocery bag. Peeking out of the top is a gallon of Neapolitan ice cream. The ice cream cartonâs condensation seeped through a small patch of the cloth bag and dripped onto the other items; a bushel of greens, among some other fruits and vegetables, as well as a parcel of brown paper that was fastened closed with a twine string. You return your gaze to his face.
âI thinkââ he cuts himself off, free hand coming up to rub the back of his neck. Then he drops his hand and sighs. âIâm sorry. This was a bad idea. You told me not to come here and I ignored you, but I thoughtâŠâ he trails off, probably hoping youâll say something so he can gauge your reaction.
You just stare at him.
He shifts his weight back and forth. His hand twitches.
âOkay, yeah, Iâllââ
Then, you burst into tears.
Jasonâs eyes widen. He reaches out to touch you, then stops himself. âOh, fuck, Iâm sorry! Iâm sorry, this was stupid. Please stop crying, Iâm so sorryââ Heâs panicked, trying to calm you down with apologies and soothing assurances that he will leave immediately and never go against your wishes again. All the while you stand in the doorway, blubbering like a toddler with a skinned knee, new tears forming faster than you can wipe the old ones away.
He once again raises a hand towards you, before it stutters, then clenches into a fist as if it takes all his strength to fight against the instinct to be close to you, fighting against the string that tethers him to you. He drags his hand down his face, then it falls back to his side.
âOkay, IâIâm leaving now. Iâm leaving. Do youâŠwant this?â He holds the bag out to you.
With it now in front of you, its further contents are visible. You manage to tamp down your tears enough to get a few words out.
âDid youâhicâbuy me groceries?â
âYeahâŠâ Thereâs a wince in his tone, as if heâs only now realizing that his gesture is not translating as he intended.
You look back up at him with pursed lips and knitted brows, sniffling. Sure, the ice cream you can understand, butâŠyou have no idea what to make of the rest.
The bag drops back to his side. âI figuredâŠitâs justâ itâs the stuff that youâre supposed toââ He strokes his palm over his mouth, eyes screwing shut for a moment. He huffs at himself, then continues. âI mean Iâm sure you already know all of this, so maybe you already have all these things, and now Iâm realizing how unnecessary all this was, and I shouldnât have assumedââ
âJason,â you say. Your upset has since been overshadowed by something else, though you canât tell what it is. And your crying has stopped, but its lingering effects have you feeling congested and a little foggy. Youâre half expecting this to be a fever dream that youâre moments away from waking up from in a cold sweat.
ââbecause obviously you know what helps you feel better much more than I doââ
âJason.â
âAnd youâ yeah?â His eyes are a little harried when they find yours again. But off your tired and still-confused look, he gets the message and collects himself.
âRight, yeah, I just thought thatâŠmaybe I could bring you some of the stuff with all those minerals that are supposed to help women when theyâreâŠmenstruating.â He briefly breaks eye contact at the end of his sentence, red rouge creeping up his neck.
You canât help it; you start to giggle. You canât remember the last time you heard a man use the term âmenstruatingâ in a non-medical context. And the fact that heâs so shy about itâ upset as you may be (though not at him), thereâs no denying how adorable your boyfriend is. His head shoots back to you as your laughter intensifies. He blushes harder.
âItâs not that funny,â he mutters.
You step away from the door, finally closing the space between you, and wrap your arms around his torso. Your head nestles into his chest. He gently drops the grocery bag on the ground and reciprocates your hug. He rests his chin on your head, which fits perfectly under his. Like two puzzle pieces clicking into place. You breathe him in.
âSorry Iâm such a mess,â you murmur into his shirt.
He breathes into your hair. âYou have nothing to apologize for. And youâre not a mess.â
You look up, chin resting in the space between his collarbones. He looks down at you with a small smile, but some wariness is still etched into his features. Fear of unwittingly upsetting you again. He brings up a hand to push some hair out of your face and tuck it behind your ear. His hand remains there, toying with the hair that falls below your shoulder.
"Thank you for the food,â you whisper. The moment feels too intimate to speak any other way.
âIâm sorry for not listening to you. I justâŠâ He imitates your quietness, like his admission is also too vulnerable to say loudly. âI really wanted to see you. And I hated the idea of you feeling bad about yourself, or being in pain. I didnât mean to upset you.â
Your eyes feel wet again. The first instinct is to hide your face, maybe press it to his chest once more. But, for some reason, you donât. You want him to see you like this, messy and emotional and upset. You want him to see every part of you, and you want to see every part of him, the good and the bad.
âYou didnât.â A tear slips past the effort to keep it at bay. He shows no reaction to it, eyes never leaving yours, other than a quick swiping away with his thumb. âNo oneâs ever done anything like this for me before. Thatâs why I was crying. Not because you showed up.â
âThat doesnât seem right. This is nothing. You deserve even more.â
With no words to fully, adequately communicate the blooming in your chest, you stand on your toes, reaching up to him for a kiss. But given his stature, your lips only reach his chin and brush over its underside.
At your quiet whine, he chuckles and leans down to meet you in the middle. The kiss is soft; filled with the innocence of fresh blossoms in the spring, and the sweetness of its borne fruit.
You pull away when a vicious cramp roots you back to the present. Your limps tighten around Jason with a groan.
âI need to go back inside. Iâve been away from my heating pad for too long.â
His shoulders sag when you step away from him. âOh, umâŠdo you stillâŠwant me to leave?â
With a simple exhale of humorous disbelief, you grasp his hand in yours and tug him to your front door. Heâs like an excited puppy, eyes brightened and perking up as he grabs the grocery bag and happily trails after you.
He goes straight to the kitchen, pulling out a chair at the counter for you to settle into, then sets the bag on the counter. The ice cream carton has dampened most of the cloth by now, and likely the rest of its contents, but rather than attending to the groceries, his first action is retrieving your heating pad from where it rests on the couch. He unplugs it from the wall outlet and brings it to you. You curl up on the chair with it pressed flat against your lower stomach. It only takes a minute for the pressure in your hips to abate.
Then he moves to the groceries. The ice cream immediately goes in the freezer, and he unloads whatâs remaining onto the counter, one by one, and you take note of each item. Thereâs spinach, carrots, apples, oranges, dark chocolate, some kind of meat wrapped in brown paper, and, strangely enough, an entire block of cheese.
You give him a quizzical look, picking it up to read the label. âYou got meâŠcheddar cheese?â
He retrieves a cutting board and knife from its spot next to the sink, then takes the cheese from you. âGood for certain symptoms.â He slices open the plastic wrapping and cuts out some cubes with skilled efficiency. He does the same with an apple. âThey all are,â he says, referring to his entire haul. He completes the makeshift charcuterie board with a couple squares of dark chocolate and slides it across the counter.
You look down at the cutting board, thinking about everything heâs done for you; everything you never even had to ask for. The words sit on your tongue, encaged by your clenched teeth; an admission that coils itself around your spine and squeezes tight, restricts your breathing and pumps your heart at thrice its speed. But you feel yourself welling up again, and the first bout of tears already exhausted you so much that all you can manage is, âI donât know what to do with all this. I donât have the energy to make anything good.â
But he just smiles and says, âThatâs what Iâm here for, honey. Can I make you something?â
You nod. He gets to work. The immediacy of his actions, how he takes no time to decide on a dish or find a recipe, makes you think his previously stated intentions of âjust dropping this offâ were less genuine than he lead you to believe. Nevertheless, you munch on the snacks he laid out for you and watch him work. The cheese and apples are a surprisingly cohesive combination, the meshing of sweet crispiness and savory creaminess eliciting a contented sigh from you. You try to ignore the way Jason smirks in the corner of your periphery. The chocolate is incredible, yet unfamiliar. You read the label on the packaging: 80% Dark Chocolate with Cherry and Almond Filling. Even if you hadnât tasted it yet, the quality of the packaging itself would have been enough to let you know that this chocolate is extremely high-quality. Like, special-order-from-Europe quality. Not stop-at-the-grocery-store-on-the-way-home quality.
âWhere is this from? Did you buy this today?â You ask him through a mouthful of the rich, melting chocolate.
He doesnât look up from the carrots heâs dicing. âUhâŠno.â
Anyone else would attribute his avoidance of eye-contact to standard kitchen-knife caution. You are not anyone else. You could blindfold him, spin him around ten times, put a sharp knife in his hand, and he could still pull off a perfect julienne. You look closer. His cheeks are dusted with pink.
You let out a laugh. âJason, youâre not embarrassed about liking fancy chocolate, are you?â
âNo! Not at all,â he says, ceasing his chopping. He looks up, but not quite at you.
âThen?â
ââThenâ what?â He asks.
âThen why are you being so shifty right now?â You try to catch his gaze.
âIâm not!â He defends. âItâs just chocolate! Do you like it? Iâll bring you more.â Heâs stealthy with the way he avoids your eyes; you almost canât notice how hard heâs trying not to make eye contact.
âJason!â You reach across the counter, having to rise off the chair slightly, and take his face in your hands, making him look at you. When he does, he wears a sheepish smile.
âItâsâŠâ His removes your hands from his face, holding them in his. He mumbles something, turning his head to the side. But you catch the tail end of it, a goading grin already creeping up your face.
âWhat was that?â You tilt your ear towards him, exaggerating the action.
âItâs Bruceâs.â He, in turn, exaggerates the enunciation, rolling his eyes at your simpering. âIâŠfound it. In his pantry one day. And I liked it, so I took it. And then IâŠkept taking it. Every time I visited.â
You pout teasingly. âAnd youâre ashamed to admit that you think he has good taste in something?â
He doesnât say anything, only hiding his face in his shoulder. You pull on your intertwined hands and he gets the message, skirting around the kitchen counter to come closer.
âYou are so adorable, you know that?â You say. You reach up and pinch his cheeks. He swats your hands away, but thereâs no mistaking his broad, childish grin for anything but affection.
He breaks off another square from the chocolate bar and holds it to your lips. You bite off a small portion, then push it back to him. He takes the remaining piece in his mouth and his eyes close for a brief moment as he savors the sweet, tart, and nutty flavors. You simply watch, entranced by him. Then, he kisses you. You lean into it, hands sliding up his shirt to grip the fabric and bring him even closer. His hold finds your waist.
He tastes like cherries and dark chocolate.
He breaks the kiss to rest his forehead on yours, and you want to tell him that. That, and so much more. But from the look on his face, the way his eyes find yours and the tips of his ears have a similar heat to the one in your chest, you can tell he already knows.
when it comes to jason's post-pit-repressed-teenager characterization (aka despite being older he's still as inexperienced and confused and insecure about the world outside of vigilantism and w/ women as a 15 y/o would be) (aka my favorite characterization tee hee), i think that he's mature about periods, knows they're normal and not gross or shameful etc, but still gets shy about saying the actual word, for no other reason than the 'shy around women' part always makes me giggle
also bruce is keeping the chocolate stocked specifically because he knows jason likes it and will keep taking it because he loves his son even if his son doesn't love him (he does he's just in his angsty teen 'i hate this family you don't understand me' phase rn)
divider is from here
quote at the beginning is pablo neruda <3
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IF YOU WAKE HER UP, YOUâRE DEAD
A/N: oooook since anon have been asking for some relationship bakugo stuff, hereâs my version for it. itâs my first time ever writing for him but i tried my best to picture him canon, soo enjoy!! you fell asleep on your boyfriendâs shoulder and you got caught too, what did he do?
The night was quiet, and the halls of U.A were empty. It was lateâlater than Bakugo usually stayed up, especially with a brutal training session awaiting him in the morning.
Still, here he was, sprawled on the common room couch with textbooks and notebooks scattered on the coffee table in front of him. He wasnât one to study in the dormâs common area, much preferring the solitude of his room. But tonight was different.
You were there with him.
He hadnât planned it this way. Bakugo had been cramming, prepping for an upcoming test that Aizawa had threatened them all with. Normally, he wouldâve told everyone else to stay the hell out of his way, barking at any idiot who dared to disturb him. But when you suggested studying together earlier, something in him gave.
He wouldnât admit it, but the thought of you by his side made it tolerableâmaybe even enjoyable.
The two of you had spent hours working in a comfortable silence. Well, comfortable for you. Bakugo had his usual scowl, occasionally muttering about the idiots in the class or cursing out loud when a particular formula or hero law didnât make sense immediately. Despite his fiery demeanor, you could tell he was laser-focused, determined to come out on top. That was just who he wasâalways aiming for the number one spot. It was one of the many things you admired about him.
At some point, though, the exhaustion caught up with you. Katsuki had noticed you rubbing your eyes, trying to keep yourself awake as you scrawled down notes. Heâd been keeping a sideways eye on you ever since, but said nothing, too proud to outright suggest you stop and go to bed. But deep down, he could see you were tired.
It had been a long day, and between morning classes and the intense afternoon training led by All Might, you were wiped. The sofa was comfortable, and the rhythmic sound of Bakugo flipping through pages and scribbling notes was strangely soothing.
Before you knew it, your eyelids grew heavy, and your body leaned unconsciously towards him. Your head found its way onto his shoulder, and before either of you realized, you had drifted off into a peaceful sleep.
Bakugo stiffened at first, feeling the weight of your head gently resting against him. The sudden warmth of your body against his side sent a jolt through his system. His first instinct was to wake you up with a sharp nudgeâhe wasnât exactly used to people being this close to him, much less while he was supposed to be studying.
But for some reason, Bakugo couldnât bring himself to do it. His eyes flicked down to your face, now completely relaxed in sleep. The furrow between your brows that had been there during studying was gone, replaced by a soft, peaceful expression. Your breathing was steady, slow.
âDamn,â Bakugo muttered under his breath, careful not to disturb you. You looked so calm, so vulnerable like this.
He wasnât sure what to do with the feeling creeping up in his chest.
It wasnât something he was used toâa strange mix of protectiveness and warmth, a side of him that he hadnât fully come to terms with yet.
He shifted slightly, trying to find a more comfortable position without moving you too much. He glanced around the empty common room, the soft glow of the single lamp casting long shadows on the walls. The dim lighting, paired with the quiet ticking of the wall clock, made the atmosphere feel almost intimate. His usual instinct to keep people at armâs length was quieted by the sheer peace of the moment.
Still, he couldnât help himself.
He muttered low under his breath, âTch, idiot. Youâre drooling on my shoulderâŠâ
But there was no real heat in his voice. In fact, there was a ghost of a smile tugging at the corners of his mouth, though heâd never admit it. He reached out, grabbing the throw blanket that had been draped over the back of the couch, and carefully pulled it over you. His movements were slow and deliberate, making sure not to wake you. Normally, the thought of someone leaning on him, invading his space like this, would piss him off. But somehow, with you, it was different.
His red eyes softened as he watched your chest rise and fall, lost in your dreams. You trusted himâenough to fall asleep on him, enough to let your guard down entirely.
Katsuki knew what trust meant in this line of work. It was something you built through blood, sweat, and tears. It wasnât something he gave away freely, either. But somehow, you had managed to crack through that thick, explosive shell of his.
Not that heâd admit that to anyone. Ever.
âDamn extras would never let me live this down,â he muttered to himself, feeling the slightest flush of embarrassment. His pride wouldnât survive the onslaught of teasing that would surely follow if anyone saw him like this. Soft. Vulnerable.
Just then, the sound of footsteps echoed down the hall, and Bakugo tensed. His eyes snapped towards the door just as it opened, revealing none other than Kirishima. Of course, it had to be him. The red-haired idiot had a knack for showing up at the worst times.
Kirishimaâs eyes widened the second he took in the sight before himâBakugo sitting stiffly on the couch, you curled up next to him, sound asleep. And there was a blanket.
Bakugo had covered you with a blanket.
A wide grin spread across Kirishimaâs face, and Bakugo could already see the teasing coming a mile away. âWhoa, man, this is too cute!â Kirishimaâs voice was loud, his words brimming with amusement. He took a step closer, clearly ready to capitalize on the rare sight.
Bakugoâs glare couldâve melted steel. His hand curled into a fist, and he raised a single, deadly finger to Kirishima. âOi. If you wake her up, I swear on everything, youâre dead.â
Kirishima froze in place, hands raised in surrender, though his grin only widened. âWhoa, whoa! Chill, dude. Iâm not gonna wake her. But come on, Bakugo, this is a side of you I never expected to see.â
Bakugoâs jaw clenched, his teeth grinding audibly. âShut it, Shitty Hair. Get lost before I blow your dumbass to pieces,â he growled, keeping his voice low enough not to disturb you.
But Kirishima wasnât backing down. He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck as he shot Bakugo a knowing look. âMan, youâve changed. You know that, right? I mean, I didnât think Iâd ever see the day youâd let someone fall asleep on you without, you know, blowing up half the room.â He gave Bakugo a thumbs-up, his smile genuine, despite the teasing. âSheâs good for you, man.â
Bakugoâs eyes flashed dangerously, and for a moment, it looked like he might actually follow through with his threat. His hand twitched, tiny pops of sparks dancing at his fingertips, but he held himself back. Barely.
âYou got three seconds to get out of here before I wipe that dumb grin off your face,â he hissed, his voice a low growl.
Kirishima laughed again, clearly enjoying how riled up Bakugo was getting. âAlright, alright! Iâm going. Donât get all fired up.â He took a step back, still grinning. âBut seriously, Bakugo, itâs nice to see you like this. You should let it show more often.â
Bakugoâs eyes narrowed to slits, but before he could retort, Kirishima had already slipped out of the room, leaving Bakugo to seethe in silence.
âTch. Stupid idiotâŠâ he muttered under his breath, glaring at the door where Kirishima had been standing. His hands unclenched, and he leaned back against the couch, letting out a long breath. The tension that had built up in his shoulders slowly melted away as the room fell silent again. He glanced down at you, still fast asleep, blissfully unaware of the brief interaction.
The scowl softened on his face. He wasnât one to express his feelings easilyâor at all, really. His love was shown through action, through the way he looked out for you during training, or the way he pushed you to be better, stronger. But moments like this, where he allowed himself to be close, to let down his guard, were still foreign territory for him.
Carefully, Bakugo shifted his arm, resting it along the back of the couch behind you. He glanced at the clock. It was later than he thought, and the weariness in his own muscles was starting to catch up with him. He hadnât planned on falling asleep out here, but with you curled up beside him, warm and steady, he could feel his eyelids growing heavier.
His eyes flicked back to you one last time. For all the hell you went through at UA, for all the chaos and danger they faced in their training and in the field, this was one moment of quiet he wasnât going to take for granted.
Bakugo let out a quiet sigh, his body finally relaxing against the cushions.
His hand, still resting on the back of the couch, slowly found its way to yours under the blanket.
He laced his fingers with yours, feeling the warmth of your skin against his.
He closed his eyes, letting the steady rhythm of your breathing lull him into a rare state of peace.
Before he knew it, he had drifted off too, his head leaning back against the couch, his breathing evening out into soft, steady inhales and exhales.
When Bakugo woke up the next morning, the first thing he noticed was the sunlight creeping through the common room window, casting long, golden beams across the floor. He blinked, his mind still foggy with sleep, before realizing he was still on the couch. And you were still nestled up beside him.
His heart gave a brief, surprised lurch before he quickly masked the feeling with a grunt. He shifted slightly, careful not to disturb you, but the movement must have been enough because you stirred, your head lifting slowly from his shoulder.
âMmm⊠morning,â you mumbled, rubbing your eyes as you blinked awake.
Bakugo turned his head slightly, trying to sound casual. âMorning,â he grunted, his voice still rough with sleep. He felt you pull away a bit, and immediately, the cold air hit where your warmth had been. His first instinct was to grumble about it, but instead, he shoved his hands into his pockets, standing up quickly. âYou drooled on me, idiot,â he said, his tone sharp, but not biting. It was more teasing than anything else.
Your face flushed with embarrassment, a small, sleepy smile tugging at your lips. âSorryâŠâ
Bakugo rolled his eyes, turning away as he stretched, trying to shake off the lingering drowsiness. âTch. Just donât make a habit of it,â he muttered, though the usual harsh edge in his voice was absent. There was something softer, more subdued, as if last nightâs vulnerability had lingered in the air.
As you stood up and stretched, Bakugo glanced towards the door, half-expecting Kirishima or another one of the extras to barge in with more teasing remarks. He wasnât in the mood for any of that right now. But the common room was still empty, the rest of the dorms quiet in the early morning.
Bakugo walked towards the door, glancing back over his shoulder at you. âCâmon,â he said, his voice back to its usual gruffness. âLetâs grab some breakfast before the damn extras wake up. And donât expect me to wait for you,â he added, though there was no real bite in his words.
But as you fell in step beside him, your hand brushing against his briefly, Katsuki felt that familiar warmth bloom in his chest again.
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Kinktober Day 8: Cockwarming
Summary: You had no idea how you ended up in this position, slotted so prettily on your husband's aching cock as he left you to fend for yourself in the search for friction. Maybe you could convince him otherwise. Warnings: Cockwarming, the reader has a vagina, mentions of genitalia, pet names, etc. MDNI, 18+. You're responsible for your own media consumption. Kinktober Mention of the Day: @redvexillum Their writing is so scrumptious, I can't believe I am honored enough to exist in the same world as their masterpieces.
You could hardly stand it anymore, the teasing. How his smug smirk, nonchalant attention made your skin crawl in delicious ways that you wouldnât dare to admit aloud. But he knew, you didnât have to tell him. Your fingers dug into the plush velvet of your husbandâs seat, weeping cunt slotted perfectly on his hard and angry cock. Hair disheveled, lips puffy and red from how hard his teeth had assulated them mere minutes agoâŠyou couldnât stand him anymore.Â
The green light illuminated the office, allowing the soft pitter-patter of rain to take on an eerie glow through the oval window. Cascading streams of water glistened, letting the green street lights shake and shift across the floor with each passing droplet. When you had visited your husband late into the night, the Eye of Zaun hard at work scanning over various papers, you had no idea what would occur. With a steaming cup of tea in your hand, the whisps of steam wafting off it in a comforting air that could soothe even the worriest of worriers. You had crossed the hardwood floor, placed it gently on his desk as you propped yourself up on the corner.Â
âSilcoâŠitâs been hours.â
The world swam in that windowâs green light, the hard maroon cushion,and those bi-colored eyes that penetrated your soul when he looked up to observe your form. Neither eye displayed much emotion to the untrained eye but after so long you could nearly tell what your husband was thinking. The orange eye held depths of a fire unknown and the loving rage of a thousand comets hurling towards each other with a fire too hot to be extinguished until they met. The blue, however, the crystal blue one showed the most restraint surprisingly. You were wearing more casual clothes, a button up white shirt and a pair of maroon suit pants. Nothing you would have deemed anything worth the heated and lustful gaze you were receiving.Â
âI know, my dear. But Zaun waits for no man.â
Filting around his chair, you sat in his lap, running your nimble fingers through the locks of his slicked back hair. Cooing softly as his head craned back in relaxation, you thought you had finally won him over for the night.Â
âMy dear, if you keep that up I will have no choice but to indulge myself in what else that heavenly body of yours can offer me.â
Choking back a surpirsed gasp, a frantic blush coating your cheeks, you halted your movements. You had no idea what had warranted such a bold reaction from the Industrailist, but here it seems that you had done something.Â
That is how you ended up now, pussy full of cock, drooling onto the shoulder lining of Silcoâs vest as he did nothing. Sliding slightly, attempting to get more friction, to feel him deeper inside you, his rough fingers came to grip your hips in a bruising manner.Â
âShhh now pet. You did this to yourself, looking so delicatable while I work.â His breath was hot against the shell of your ear, one hand returning to scribble some notes down on the paper he was viewing while the other stayed on your hip. You let out a desperate whimper, grinding your hips down once more in a plea. Your nails dug into the fabric of his chair, tearing the material slightly. Growling into your ear that the friction you had caused, your husband roughly bucks his hips up into you.Â
âBehave yourself. Iâll treat you well soon enough loveâŠâ
Guess you were here for a while then.Â
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Forgive Me- C.S
summary: chris cannot go to sleep without apologizing to his girlfriend blurb
cw: not tooo angsty?
an: chris saying he can't go to sleep until he apologizes to nick or matt did something to me
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Seven hours, it had been seven hours since both Y/n and Chris have spoken a word to each other. Their argument was at around three and it was now ten. Y/n was getting ready for bed in their shared bathroom while Chris was still in the living room doing who knows what.
Y/n did her last step to her skincare routine and massaged her moisturizer on her face. Then, the detangled her hair and headed for bed. She sighed as she turned off the light and got under the covers. She was missing something- someone.
This was one of their first actual arguments. Yeah, they've had little fights here and there but never like this. She had stormed out, needing some time to herself. She couldn't do it here, not when he was in the house as her. So, she stayed in her car until she was ready to go back in. Now, they're in this position, they've been ignoring each other all afternoon.
For lunch, which Y/n usually makes for both of them, Chris postmated some food and Y/n made herself some lunch. They ate thier meals in different rooms, Chris stayed in the kitchen while Y/n went to the living room. When Chris would enter the living room, Y/m would get up and go to the bathroom, so did Chris when Y/n entered a room he was in.
Y/n turned off her bedside lamp and the room went completely dark. She tossed and turned, until she eventually fell asleep.
It must've been about two hours or more until Chris started to yawn. He contemplated whether or not to sleep in the living room, but he eventually decided he'd sleep in thier room with Y/n. He got ready for bed, changing his clothes and brushing his teeth. When he opened the bedroom door, the light from the hallway lightly lit up the room and he saw Y/n sound asleep facing away from his side of the bed.
He quietly closed the door and got under the covers next to Y/n. He put his phone on his nightstand and tried to go to sleep. However, he couldn't. He laid there with his eyes open staring at the door, the ceiling or when he turned over he started at Y/n's back side. I have to apologize. He thought. "Baby." He propped himself up on one elbow and tapped her shoulder with his free arm. No response. "Babe." He shook her lightly and she moved. "Mm?" She hummed sleepily.
"Are you sleeping?" He asked. What a dumb question. "No shit." Y/n responded, she hated when her sleep got interrupted. Chris let out a breathy laugh. "Can we talk?" He mumbled. "About what?" She finally turned around to face him although she could only see his silhouette. "Our argument from earlier today." He said. "How about in the morning, I'm really tired." She tried to turn back around but he lightly grabbed her shoulder.
"No, now. I- I can't sleep. I have to apologize." Chris spoke softly. "Fine." She finally agreed and turned around to turn her lamp on. Chris finally saw her face. Her eyes were adjusting to the bright light and her hair was slightly on her face. She looked cute. "I'm really sorry about my behavior earlier today. It just that Nick and Matt weren't answering me for our meeting tomorrow and our work and our schedules are all over the place." He bagan. "And- I got easily pressed over something so stupid. I'm sorry, babe. Do you forgive me?" He touched her cheek.
"I do. Everyone has their bad days, you know? I just- I wish you would've told me about what you were going through, maybe I could've helped you or something." She smiled softly. "I- I will next time and all the times after that, okay?" He made a promise and Chris never broke his promises. "Okay."
"Now come here, I wanna cuddle you all night." Y/n giggled at his eagerness so she turned the lamp off and scooted over to Chris.
"I will never try to go to sleep mad at you, it's torture."
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âWANT ME TO FILL YOU UP?â
BREEDING W/ GENSHIN MEN
synopsis: nothing sounds better than being filled with your boyfriendâs cum.
â„- including : arataki itto, neuvillette, kamisato ayato, wriothesley
â„- note : i honestly kind of liked these !! i hope you all enjoy + reblogs are appreciated :)
content warnings: nsfw [17+], fem!reader, ageless + blank blogs dni, breeding kink, creampies, mentions of pregnancy (neuvillette , itto , ayato), praising, use of pet names (baby , my love , princess) soft sex (ayato), cockwarming (itto), heavy mentions of cum
⥠ARATAKI ITTO
itto always loved the idea of possibly knocking you up or simply just filling your pretty cunt with all of his cum. it was the hottest thing he could ever imagine. it didnât help that his cock was so thick that it would almost split you in half whenever the two of you became intimate with each other. he just couldnât help himself. you were so tight and warm itâs like he was begging to fill you up.
he couldnât hold back his grunts while he rutted into your cunt. you had been both at it for almost an hour now, and with ittoâs stamina, he didnât show any signs of tiredness. sex with him was always intense and fast. he knew what to do to make your body crumble and shake with so much desire.Â
you tugged on the white strands of hair that draped down his shoulders. you were so fucking close. itto could sense it, too. your walls were becoming increasingly tighter with every thrust and it was making it hard for him to resist you. you were so fucking pretty. you took his cock better than anybody else and seeing your cunt suck him in was the biggest turn on. âi-itto! âm close!â you cried, throwing your head back onto the pillow behind you.Â
he chuckled, spreading your legs apart even further to enter deeper into you. âheh, wanna cum, baby? fuck.. i wanna fill you up so bad..â he nibbled on the shell of your ear. âwant to carry my babies..? youâd be so pretty with my cum dripping out of you..âÂ
your ankles then locked around his torso, giving him those desperate eyes he loved so dearly. your pussy clamped around his cock, making him shudder a bit at the sensation. ây-yes! god, itto, yes! fill me with your cum!â you begged.
that was all he needed to hear. ittoâs pace suddenly became almost animalistic as he fucked you through your orgasm. your cunt squelched and made some of the most lewd noises, which was like music to his ears. his balls slapped against your puffy clit, aching for that delicious release. it took several more thrusts, but he eventually reached his orgasm. thick, white cum filled your womb. itto swore to god you milked him dry with how much he came.Â
he stayed in that position for a moment, making sure that none of his seed leaked out of you. âwanna go again..? i wanna make sure youâre pregnant..â he smirked, nodding his head at you.
⥠NEUVILLETTE
he wasnât sure what it was about fucking his cum into you that was so hot.
neuvillette had assumed it was probably a dominance thing. the thrill of also possibly getting you pregnant with his child made him harder than a rock. he knew if that day ever did come, you would look absolutely gorgeous with a rounded belly and swollen feet.Â
it had been a busy afternoon inside the palais mermonia. countless documents had been handed over to the chief justice himself, so his hands had been full the entire day. he was exhausted, to say the least, so when he saw your pretty face walking into his office he couldnât help but smile. you were such a relief to his difficult day, and you decided to help him out with all of those stressors he had all day.
your body was sprawled out on the desk neuvillette did his work on. his papers had been pushed to the side so none of them were ruined by the activities you two were indulging in. his thick cock bullied your walls, making your vision hazy from how he pressed against your g-spot. you could tell your lover was in need of this. he was rough and he had this determination swimming in his eyes while he fucked you mercilessly.Â
ân-neuvillette! oh! right there!â you sobbed, clenching onto his broad shoulders.
you were such a fucking sight. neuvillette couldnât keep his eyes off of you. he thought you were the most beautiful woman in the world at that very moment. âkeep saying it, my love, keep calling for me..â he began to play with the sensitive bud between your legs. âwant me to fill you up..? make you a mommy to my children..?â
the idea flowed into your head and although it was hot, it also left this swell in your chest. he wanted you to bear his children and be his forever. thatâs all you ever wanted. âyes.. please, neuvillette..!â you whined.
he smiled before grabbing your legs and pressing them against the desk. the tired wood began to creak at the constant movement of your bodies, but neuvillette didnât give a single concern. the angle was deep, so deep that you swore he was fucking your cervix with how fast his thrusts were. your cries echoed across the walls loud enough that surely someone outside heard, but no one would ever dare to interrupt the chief justice and his lover.
neuvilletteâs hips stuttered one last time and his orgasm hit him like a wave. his cum spurted into your walls, blanketing them with white. there was so much that he swore some of it leaked onto the floor.Â
you could hardly move, but judging by neuvilletteâs expression, he looked like he had another round left in him.
⥠KAMISATO AYATO
being in a relationship with ayato of all people meant that there were constantly many eyes set on you. you were with someone that had such a high status in inazuma. it was not much of a surprise when you would see people staring at you in public, or giving you respectful bows.
ayato fell in love with you for many reasons. he adored you so much that he wanted to take that next step and start a family with you. he wanted your love to be permanent in his life.Â
he had fantasized about it for quite a while. the image of you pregnant with his child and showing off your belly to everyone on inazuma. he wanted nothing more than that, so after a long day of taking on commissions for the clan, he decided to unwind with you in bed that evening. all he could think about all day was coming home to your sweet smiling face.Â
your legs were thrown over his shoulders. ayatoâs fingers were laced with yours while he pumped his cock into your needy hole. you were so beautiful at that moment. your glossy lips that were parted open with sweet moans slipping through them, and those pretty eyes that kept crossing every moment he reached your g-spot. he truly was blessed to have such a gorgeous wife.
âyouâre so beautiful, princess, look at you..â he whispered, lovingly. his free hand went to trace along your figure, drinking in the sight of your sweaty body. âyouâd look even more beautiful with my baby in you.. yeah? a nice heir for me?â
you shuddered at the thought of that. you knew for a while that ayato wanted someone to take over the clan someday when he wouldnât be able to hold the reigns anymore. it sounded so pleasant. his cum being inside you and knocking you up turned you on so much. âyes.. ayato! letâs have a b-baby!â you whined, nodding eagerly at his request.Â
he couldnât help but feel his heart flutter at your words. he was going to make sure you had the best pregnancy ever. ayato then began to speed up his pace. your cunt was squeezing his cock so perfectly he was losing himself within you. how could you be so flawless?Â
he groaned loudly as he let go inside of you. a warmth spread across your tummy as his cum filled your womb. it felt so amazing. you honestly craved it more than you thought you would.Â
ayato smiled to himself. he knew he made the right choice that day when he first met you.
⥠WRIOTHESLEY
wriothesley was always open to trying new things with you, with your consent of course. some things were tried and failed, but the one thing that always remained was his breeding kink. he enjoyed seeing your pretty cunt leak with white cum after he was done with you.Â
you decided to make a surprise visit to the fortress of meropide. it wasnât unusual for you to pop in and speak with your boyfriend for a little while when he had the time, but your visit lasted a little longer than you had anticipated.Â
you were sitting on wriothesleyâs lap. his dick was drilling into you at such a rough pace you had to hold onto him to make sure you didnât fall. his hands were both set on your waist where he bounced you on his thick cock. his icy blue eyes were watching your every facial expression. he loved seeing you like that. all fucked out and drooling over the fact that he was making you feel like you were on the moon.
he groped the globe of your ass tightly. you could hardly keep your moans contained from how great the pleasure was. âwriothesley! ah! iâm so close..!â your nails dug into his shoulder blades.Â
he started to nibble at your neck, leaving a few marks on your skin. âyeah..? fuck, me too, baby.â he pressed his forehead against yours, making eye contact with you. âwant me to cum inside you..? fill you nice and good..?âÂ
you whimpered at the mere thought of that. you honestly loved his breeding kink more than he did. âyes.. fuck, wrio, i need you..!â you grind your hips into him to show how desperate you were for him.
wriothesley then took your hips, holding them in place while he slammed upwards into you. the wind was practically knocked out of your lungs at how aggressive his thrusts became. he was hitting every delicious spot inside of you that made your mind become instantly foggy. your head fell onto his shoulder. you couldnât help but moan into his ear about how badly you wanted him to knock you up. how heâd make such a great daddy to your baby.
without warning, wriothesley came. his cum leaked into your pussy, making a mess on his cock from the mix of your and his cum. he could care less, though.Â
âyouâre gonna make a nice momma.. i just know it, princess.â he cooed, kissing your face.
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Error 404: (Self-Aware!AU, Sylus Edition) â Pt. 2
Summary: A LADS self-aware!AU featuring Sylus and aâlessâoblivious player. Thatâs it, thatâs the plot. A/N: Ok, Iâve decided to make this by series, so this oneâs just going to be purely Sylus. I hope nobody minds the specific names/places/etc. I wanted to create a personality for the âplayerâ and add a bit of backstory work (loosely based on yours truly lol) for the sake of storytelling, but there won't be any distinct description of the playerâs physical appearance <3 Tags: player!reader x sylus, fem!reader x sylus, reader x lads, self-aware!au, suggestive language, bouts of delusion
Pt. 1 - Pt. 2 - Pt. 3 - Pt. 4 - Pt. 5 - Pt. 6
Riiiiingâ RiiiNGGGGGââ
âHuh⊠whazatâ?âÂ
A shrillâearsplitting, headache-inducing, completely fucking loudânoise wakes you up rather rudely from your peaceful slumber at⊠Jesus Christ, what time is it?Â
You blink your bleary eyes open, once⊠twiceâfuck, all you know that itâs too goddamn early for all this ruckus. Groaning, you clumsily try to find the source of the unexpected wake-up callâquite literally in this case.Â
Your hand bumps the vibrating phone straight off the edge of the mattress â along with the charger cord still attached to it â and you cuss up a storm when you hear it clatter on the hardwood floor.
The ringing finally stops, and youâre perfectly content to just leave it there and fall back to sleep when, not even ten seconds later, the blasted thing rings back to life, taunting you awake.Â
Angrily, you wrestle against the threadbare blanket wrapped around your body like a warm cocoon, pushing yourself out of bed with all the rage of a sleep-deprived insomniac whoâs been up til the buttcrack of dawn to grab yourâhuh, relatively intactâphone off the ground, while the charger cable swings haphazardly from the weight of the power brick on its tail end. Â
Without checking the caller, you swipe right to answer. âWhat?âÂ
âDonât use that tone on me, young lady,â Your mother grouses on the other end of the line. âItâs almost noon! Did you just wake up?âÂ
Barely five hours of sleep. Pinching the bridge of your nose, you shut your eyes and sigh. âNo, mom. Sorry, just had a late night,â you clear your throat in an attempt to sound more composed. âWhatâs up?âÂ
âOh, dear. Is it because of work again?â Something akin to sympathy replaces the sternness in her voice, and you dread the all-too-familiar spiel that comes next. âYou know, honey, thereâs a job opening for aâ what was it again? I have to double check, but itâs where your Auntie Helen works. You know your Auntie HelenââÂ
âMom,â you interrupt, before she could go off on a tangent. âWork is fine, donât worry. Why dâyou call?âÂ
âShould I need a reason to call my only daughter who's living by her lonesome, a country away fromââÂ
âMom!âÂ
âOh, alright,â she finally relents, sounding slightly exasperated. âWere you able to book me and Jodie the roundtrip flight to Orlando? Your cousinâs wedding is barely a month away and I want all the documents ready by now, sweetie.âÂ
Shit. âAhâ yeah. Iâll email you the flight itinerary in a bit, Iâm justââ you catch sight of your protruding hamper, innocuous but an eyesore nonetheless, right by the doorway of your humble studio unit. âI mean, I just left the condo. To do errands and stuff. Iâll send the details to you when I get back home, okay?âÂ
âOkay, honey,â she sighs. âYou stay safe outside now. Donât talk to strangers.âÂ
âI am a perfectly responsible adultââ The call disconnects. âHello? Great.âÂ
You rub away the remnants of sleep from your eyes, fully aware that your dayâs already started, despite your reluctance. Might as well get a head start on todayâs agenda.
First thingâs firstâ brunch. Oh, itâs almost one. Lunch, then. I could maybe grab a hotdog from the corner store before heading to Landers. Oh wait, your laundryâ gotta pass by the laundromat downstairs, too. Ugh, câmon, chop-chop.Â
Just as youâre about to stand up from your supine position on the floor, another ping! pulls your attention back to your phone.Â
âMom, I swearââÂ
Ah, youâre finally awake. Youâve had a very long night, kitten. Take it easy for the day â make sure to get enough rest between errands.
Iâll know if you donât. Â
Your heart skips a beat.
Oh! Um. Thatâs⊠new.Â
⊠Apparently another one on the growing list of ânew featuresâ from the latest update. It doesn't sound like an invitation for you to open the game, strangely enough. It's not a call to action to claim your daily stamina, nor a prompt for you to check your Galaxy Explorer rewards.Â
Itâs nothing more than a greeting, really. Just one thatâs particularly targeted at you, with unnerving accuracy.
You recall the weird (?) events from last night, and the now-erratic beating of your heart suddenly picks up a notch. From the unexpected dialogues to the outrageous amount of dias youâve somehow ended up withâsomething you still think is some kind of glitch in the systemâyou canât shake the feeling that youâre living out the plot of a Black Mirror episode, as fucking dumb as that sounds.Â
Not to mention during Quality Time, Sylus_v2.0 (as you so lovingly dub this version of him in your mind) had been acting more aware of you.
And youâre not talking about the pre-programmed glances that you usually get. Noâ itâs like he actually hears you.Â
He doesnât say anything. But whenever you make a comment, or utter something under your breath, he reacts with a huff or a humâdepending on the context. If itâs a slew of expletives aimed at your boss, the reaction youâre met with is one of amusement. A snort; sometimes a quiet laugh, if youâre lucky. When you say something self-deprecating, however, it elicits the heavier sighs, the sharp clicks of the tongue.Â
At one point, you heard him make a low sound of dissent, something close to a... growl, almost, after making a casual joke about being just another cog in the machine and how offing yourself wouldnât really matter in the grand scheme of late capitalism. As you oft do.Â
Your eyes met, and for a split second, it felt like you werenât looking at just pixels. His gaze weighed heavy on youâalmost accusatory.Â
It made you feel⊠naked, somehow. Perceived.Â
You recall how quickly you averted your eyes from his, face flushing hotly from a feeling you couldnât put into words.Â
Bone-tired from last nightâs (morning) overtime, you didnât have the time to look up the news on this recent version updateâalthough you really donât remember any notifications in-gameâso you quickly Google, âsylus acting sentient in rcent update loveamd Deepspace???â on your phone browser.
You scroll down for a bit, but none of the search results yield any relevancy, nor are they in any way similar to your current⊠predicament.Â
(Okay, so calling it a predicament is a little unfair. Youâre not exactly complaining about anything per se. No complaints from you. At all.)
Deciding that youâd do a deeper dive on Twitter (X) at a later time instead â probably tonight when you do your daily login â you briefly press the side button to lock your phone⊠not without a final peek at the banner notification from Sylus.Â
You press your lips together in an effort to hold back the stupid giggle bubbling up your throat.Â
Unfortunately, all the self-control in the world canât help you and your need to have the last wordâgirl, from what evenâso you ask aloud, to no one except the person you've deluded yourself into thinking is a valid recipient of your one-sided conversation:Â
â... Yeah? And what if I donât?âÂ
Youâre not really waiting for a response (or were you?), but the nervous flutter in your stomach betrays the impatience you're trying to mask with casual indifference. Itâs small, unassumingâbut there.Â
Impatient for what, exactly, youâre not sure. But maybe, just maybeâ
Feeling a bit braver now, are we? How bold. Care to say that to my face, sweetheart?
Oh.Â
Oh.
An inhuman noise escapes your throat, embarrassingly loud, almost a keen, and you fumble with the device in your hand; the new banner notification still in full viewâtaunting you.Â
You donât know what to think, you donât know how to feel. Youâ
Spring up, like an agitated jack-in-a-box, and the sudden rush of blood in your head leaves you dizzy. Youâre a molotov cocktail of emotions; one more bombshell dropped on you and you might just blow.Â
âIâmâ later, okay? Uh,â Whew, girl, keep it together. âI needâI need to go.â You almost stumble as you speed walk towards the bathroom.
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If you didnât switch your phone to silent, didnât make the conscious effort to ignore any incoming messages, notifications, and whatever else, in a rush to get dressed and go about your day as if it's just like any other weekendânope, nothing unusual hereâyou wouldâve seen one last cheeky reply:
Of course, sweetie. You take care now.Â
Donât talk to strangers. X
Endnote: This one's pretty short, but Iâm world-building, trust.Â
Thanks for reading!Â
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ă Good boy ă
⌠synopsis: Choso is a needy puppy in heat who gets caught jerking off with your panties
⌠character: Choso Kamo
⌠wc: 1.9k
⌠cw: fem!reader, afab!reader, switch!reader, dog hybrid Choso, masturbation, cum eating, handjob, oral (giving and receiving), creampie, knotting
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Choso was always a good boy, making sure the house is well guarded as well as cleaned while you went to work, eagerly greeting you at the door the second you came back home. âYou're back! Finally!â He said happy, immediately taking your bag and your jacket from you, trying to help you unwind the second you stepped inside your home. âHave you been a good boy today?â You asked amused, able to smell your favorite dinner in the oven already. Choso only nodded, waiting for his daily headpats from you and you giggled at the sight, head tilted downwards and his tail wagging so fast it became a blurred line. âMy good boy,â you praised and ruffled through his black hair, making the little ears that adorned his head flop slightly.
It filled you with pride and joy seeing your little puppy so happy and comfortable around you, remembering the time when you just got him. He was in a terrible shape, not taken care of well by his previous owners and fresh wounds covered his body that was already littered with scars - and yet he was trusting and friendly, cautious of course but he still tried to see the positive things in everything. This trait is probably what made you keep him, the way he was so selfless and really wanted to take care of you without expecting anything in return from you but you gave him an endless amount of love these past few months he has been with you.
By the time you finished your dinner, you noticed something was off, Choso was whimpering slightly and his ears were laid back against his head. âHey⊠are you okay? What's wrong?â You asked concerned, feeling his forehead gently and frowning when he was burning up a little.
âLet's get you to bed early, should I hold you?â You asked caring but he shook his head, moving away from your touch, which you weren't used to. You just figured that he didn't like to be touched when sick or that he didn't want to risk getting you sick as well, so you let him trail off to bed alone before joining him hours later.
The entire night you kept your distance instead of cuddling up close for warmth and comfort like you two usually do and the way he even whimpered in his sleep made your heart ache.
Morning came fast despite the rough night both of you had and Choso found himself glued to your side, legs wrapped around yours and his arms clinging to your torso.
âPlease don't leave⊠stay home today⊠I need you,â he whined but you only cupped his face, a pout appearing on his handsome face as he leaned into your touch. âI can't, baby⊠I have that important meeting in the morning but I promise Iâll come home right afterâ you promised, your heart threatening to burst at the crushed expression he wore now but he understood - you probably didn't know what was going on anyways, never having owned a puppy hybrid before so he couldn't blame you and let you get up, wanting to take care of it himself.
He watched you leave like he did every morning, trying to behave normal and trying to act like he just felt a little sick over night and needed some extra cuddles that day which you gladly provided, even leaving work early just to take care of your beloved puppy.
This wasn't exactly the case but he didn't have the heart to tell you that he was in a rut, needing to bury himself inside of you and filling you up repeatedly but he could take care of himself⊠or at least so he thought. His little ears didn't pick up the sound of your keys turning, neither did he hear your worried calls for him. His whimpers of your name almost drowned out the slick sound of his own cum aiding as lube while stroking his achingly hard cock, overly sensitive from all the times he made himself cum already, a small puddle on the floor and some of it dripping off his torso. Even if his ears were occupied, he should have at least noticed your smell filling his senses but his nose was buried in a pair of your panties that he stole out of the laundry, the scent of your cunt so intense and addicting to him.
âChoso?â You asked in a soft voice, unsure if you were concerned or shocked by the scene playing out in front of you. Your little puppy perked his head up, the collar jingling with the sudden movement and his cum shooting all over the floor in front of him. He wished he could disappear in that moment, shying away from you but you were able to stop him before he entirely died from embarrassment. Your palm on his arm made him shudder, a burning sensation spreading through his entire body and the embarrassment was forgotten, big eyes looked up at you âhelp⊠please,â he whimpered, dick twitching again already without ever letting him catch a break.
The mess he made of the floor and himself let you figure that he's been at this for hours, probably since you left in the morning and you felt so bad for him, giving him a warm smile and kneeling down to him. âAre you in a rut?â You asked bold, making him blush further as he nodded affirmatively.
âI read about that when I educated myself about owning a puppy hybrid⊠it's okay baby boy, you're my good boy, aren't you?â You asked with a soft voice as your hand traveled from his strong biceps towards his chest, smearing a few pearls of his cum over his pebbled nipples which made him shudder and goosebumps formed over his entire body.
âBut you've been such a naughty boy, stealing my underwear⊠Do you think I should punish you for that?â You asked, a smirk growing on your lips when he pouted but he nodded, knowing he's not allowed to steal your panties. A little yelp escaped his pouting lips when you pinched his sensitive nipples before tugging his face close to the floor by the collar he wore - something he wanted to do, proud of being your good boy.
âClean up the mess you just made,â you ordered, trying to sound stern when all you wanted was to help him feel better but he wanted to be punished first, letting him lap at the spurts of cum on the floor while you fondled his tight balls, so pretty on display with his ass in the air like that.
Once he was done you gave a small slap to each of his butt cheeks and allowed him to sit up again âLook at you, my good boy,â you cooed as you reached for his aching length, making him cry out in pleasure from how sensitive he was after all these orgasms. âP-please⊠I need you,â he begged, gently fucking your hand and you allowed him, pumping his shaft and wrapping your lips around the tip to reward him for good behavior. The cum he used as lube tasted bitter on your tongue but it didn't taste bad, craving to taste some more of him as your tongue teased the little slit on top of his tip and Choso didn't mean to but he pushed your head down on his length, no longer gently fucking your hands, now pumping himself into your warm mouth but you didn't protest.
You knew how much he needed this and he waited the entire day for you without a single complaint so you let him fuck your mouth with utmost care, his sweet moans and whimpers rising in pitch the closer he got. To say it was sloppy was an understatement, your saliva dribbling down his balls and your nose nestled into the small bush at the base. What finally sent him over the edge was your hands fondling his balls, smearing them with your spit and gently squeezing them just the way he liked it. Your name echoed off the walls in a lewd scream, his cum shooting down your throat before he pulled himself out of your mouth, kissing you hungry. Little thank youâs were whispered between kisses and tears threatening to spill from his eyes letting you know that this meant more to him than just getting off - it was personal - it was a need for you and your love.
The smell of your arousal filled his nostrils, not having noticed how you tugged your pants down just enough to reveal your glistening slit while he kissed you.
âCan I? You mean it?â He asked excited yet flustered, finally able to make you his forever. All you could do was nod and get on all fours for him, your cunt dripping with arousal.
Finding him desperately fucking his hand while sniffing your underwear turned you on more than you thought it would and the way he was so desperate for you only made it worse. His tail was wagging fast when he licked a long stripe all the way from your clit to your puckered hole before stuffing his eager tongue into your pussy, dying to taste your juices. All you could do was moan helplessly, not expecting him to eat you out like a man starved but he didn't want to stop this. Slender fingers rubbed and gently pinched your puffy clit while his tongue was lapping all over your folds or fucking your tight entrance until the knot in your stomach exploded, your arousal coating his tongue and resulting him to cum untouched while he whined and whimpered into your folds.
You almost had to pry him away after your third orgasm, dying to feel his dick inside of you and who was he to deny you that? With shaking hands he lined his bulbous tip up with your slick core which caused a loud moan to erupt from both of you - he fit so perfectly inside of you and hit all the right spots so that neither of you lasted long.
Choso felt your walls clamp down and the moment you screamed his name in ecstasy it was over for him, panting hard and he really wanted to pull out but your cunt sucked him in so good that he just couldn't stop himself.
âFuck- fuck I'm so sorry,â he whined loudly and for a second you didn't know what he's apologizing for until your eyes went wide, feeling the giant knot stretching you further than you've ever been stretched. His hot cum was spurting against your insides, your name falling from his lips in cries of pure pleasure and the knot keeping it all inside of your pussy.
âIâm so sorry,â he mumbled as he rested his forehead between your shoulder blades but you whimpered, the stretch borderline painful but the way you felt so connected to him now made it into something pleasurable. âFeels good⊠can we stay like this?â You asked breathlessly, not wanting this moment between the two of you to end and Choso only humped his hips against yours in a silent agreement and to let you feel that he was far from being done - cock still hard. His shallow thrusts right against your sweet spot made you moan again, only waiting until the knot swells off so he can fuck you properly again only to knot you to him again and again.
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YANDERE HUSBAND HEADCANONS
Hello Darlings! This is an imagine I had in my drafts about a husband who just loves his wife so much he wants to care for and impregnate herđ Hope you like it!
WARNINGS â ïž: NSFW!! (Minors do NOT interact), NSFW descriptions, fem!darling, controlling husband, pregnancy mentions
-Youâve been Married to your husband for a year now and itâs been great. The biggest change was your last name changing to his and having a big rock on your finger. The second was him asking you to be a stay-at-home wifeâŠ
-You loved your job butâŠhow could you say no to all your needs being met by a man who worships and adores you? He just wants to take care of you and be comfortable. âIs that so bad of me to want for my little wifey?â He would ask while kissing the knuckle of your hand.
-He told you if you didnât like the lifestyle that you could go back to working. (As if he was gonna let that happen.) which made you feel better about just being at home all day and spending his money. And also letting you believe you had some control. But of course that wasnât the end of his plans..
-Before having unprotected sex your husband would always gush about having babies with you and how great of a mother you would be. Your face would turn red at the thought at first but then you brushed it off as your husband having baby fever. Itâll pass right?
-Ha. If only it was a phase.
-This man has been wanting to impregnate you since the first year of you two dating. He loves you so much and think life would be even more amazing if you carried and raised children together. He wants to see your big belly and be there for when you get needy and become oh so helpless with the excessive hormones.
-But despite not using protection you always tracked your period for your health. Your husband started to get into it as well to lookout for your ovulation week. His favorite time of the month.
-He would low key get a little bummed out when you would start your period. But it gave him motivation to try harderâŠgo harder⊠cum inside you harderâŠ
-Perhaps he could just do that position you liked a few days agoâŠ.you were really squeezing him and begging for more.
-Yeah by the way, this man keeps track of what positions are best for making a baby and what makes you cum hard on his cock.
-You are no dummy to his antics. It takes two to tango. You knew your husband wanted a baby andâŠletâs just say he was very convincing in his actions to want a family.. đ
-Plus you were married so there really wasnât anything to be worried about right?
-So why do you shake with anxiety as you look at the test in your hands? The reality of it hits you hard in your bathroom. You feel good but also nervous to tell him. Even though he always claims heâs wanted kids with you just couldnât help but prepare for the worst. But you also knew this would happen eventually when you let him cum inside you.
-A week prior when you two went out for dinner, your husband was the most possessive man ever. He hated when other men would even get to look at you. His grip was tighter and gaze so dark. On the way home he was holding onto your thigh as if you would fly away.
-That night you had 3 hours of raw heaven. By the end of it you remember being sticky and a bit sex drunk. Not being able to move your legs to your butt feeling sore. Your husband did not waver. You felt so full of him and content you couldnât even complain.
-âMy perfect wife, taking her husbandâs load so goodâŠâ
-A week and a missed period later your husband in question is downstairs cooking dinner for you both. He figured since youre in the shower (and taking a pregnancy test) that he would surprise you!
-You come down in a bathrobe, hand griping on the tie. âHey honey?â
-He turns his head to you, immediately becoming worried at your facial expression and appearance. Turning off the stove burners he comes over to you. âWhatâs up baby? you okay?â He puts a hand on your waist and another resting on your cheek to look at him.
-âI-Iâm pregnant..â you stutter out. You back up from him to get his full expression. His face would be surprised but then he would become red in happiness and embrace you. You blinked a few times not saying anything before your husband exclaims with watery eyes âIâm so happy!!â
-You both embraced the news and continued into the night gushing about this new chapter you started. For your husband it was more of a marker that youâre finally all his. And he canât wait for the little rascals heâll continue to fill you with.
-That night after dinner you both lay in bed with your husbands hand holding your stomach protectively. You place a hand over his, smiling and drifting to sleep before you heard your husband mumble âNow youâre all mine..â in his sleepâŠ
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