#IM GONNA DEVOUR HIM WHOLE

[inkykeiji]

thinking about how rindou would be 35 years old today and i’m,,, i’m i’m i’m,, i’m gonna suck his cock bYE

NOOOOOO HE LOOKS SO FUCKING CUTE I AM ACTUALLY LOSING EVERY SINGLE PIECE OF MY SANITY 。ﾟ(ﾟﾉД｀ﾟ)ﾟ｡

[quietwingsinthesky]

thinks about child-but-growing-fast amara and lucifer in the same room and gets ill.

[duhnova]

hi baby

don’t HI BABY ME WTF IS $2$-8/‘auwjwlwnwjqbajwnhbwuanqoanwh/(2728-82!-)-)-$!/)-$/-!/?/729282

[yeyinde]

I love observing you thirst for colin farrel’s penguin bc SAME! It also reminds me of me watching the sopranos for the first time and falling for tony head over heels because we get to see him open up and witnessing the vulnerability and humanity of hyper masculine men is just the sexiest shit ever

Honestly!!! It was when Matt Reeves said that he kinda based the Penguin's situation a bit on Fredo Corleone when I knew it was over for me. And, yeah!! I completely agree with the Tony angle (and also SAME!!!! There is something about a deadly men who softens just slightly 🤩). I like the parallels, too because there is so much hidden vulnerability and insecurity behind Oz. I kinda wish they kept his deleted scene with Selina in because that is never more apparent than that moment, but hopefully we get more of Vulnerable Oz in the show 🤩

Idkkkk, guys who are super cunning and allow themselves to be the punchline to all the jokes as they sneakily gain power and influence behind everyone's back is, like, kryptonite for me.

[miraclewoozi]

no i just. i just need a few weeks to recover from this.

Like A Melody | ljh x f!reader

Rating: M (18+) | WC: ~3.9k | Pairing: ljh x f!reader | genre: smut

Jihoon has fucked you in his studio before, but never like this.

Warnings: dom!jihoon, studio sex, biting, hair pulling, grinding, cumming in pants, multiple orgasms, oral f. rec., fingering,, recorded sex (just voices), male masturbation, praise kink, piv sex, creampie

Reader Notes: chubby, has breasts and a vagina, subby

Jihoon needs to take a break. 

He desperately needs to take a break, and he knows this, so why can’t he do it?

He’s been working on music for hours; his fingers are starting to cramp from plucking guitar strings and pressing down piano keys, his throat is sore from trying lyric after lyric, and his hair is a mess from his fingers running through it every other minute. His eyes are exhausted, the blue light lenses in his glasses only doing so much. Even his back hurts, which rarely happens now that he lifts so heavy. 

But he just can’t make himself quit, which is why he breathes a sigh of relief when he hears the knock. It’s soft, just like you, and he calls out a quiet, “Come in,” feeling the smile stretch his lips as soon as your sweet face peeks through the slowly opening door. 

“Are you busy?” You ask apprehensively, your eyes darting between his face and his computer. 

He can’t take a break for himself but he can for you, so he says, “Not at all, baby,” and pulls his glasses off, minimizing his music production software. Pushing away from his desk, he turns his chair to face you and holds his hand out, waiting for you to come closer and take it. He just holds your hand for a minute, staring up at you with tired eyes and letting them blink closed when you lean down and press your lips to his. 

Kissing you is as easy as loving you. It’s one of the few times in his life where he can shut his brain off and just feel, because every movement comes naturally to him. Dancing and singing do too, of course, but he has to count beats and remember words and keep every next move in mind. 

With you, Jihoon can just do what feels right. Like taking hold of your knee with his free hand and pulling until you give in and straddle him in his chair. He loves how plush and perfect you feel against him, all of his sharp edges rounded out by your curves, and he loves even more having your weight on him. 

He can take it, he can take you, and he likes to remind you at every opportunity. 

Sliding lower in the chair, he pulls your hips into his to let you feel his hardening dick, his hand flexing in yours when you grind down. He can feel how hot you are through your little pajama shorts, and if he knows you at all, you’re wet already. He works his fingers free of yours to slide them between your legs, pulling your shorts and panties to the side so he can feel you through his thin athletic pants. 

Your arousal soaks the fabric as soon as he thrusts up into you, making him let out a small laugh against your lips. You pout in response and mutter, “Shut up,” still working your hips against his. 

“Didn’t say anything, baby,” he teases, smirking up at you and squeezing your lush hips with both hands. You sink yours into his hair and pull, and suddenly, nothing is funny. His hips buck against yours as his cock twitches, precum leaking from the head adding to the wet patch on his lap. 

Your hips roll into his and he starts to throb, his dick pulsing in time with his heart. He can’t let you keep going or you’ll make him cum in his pants, or maybe… he could? 

Should he? 

It makes you feel good to make him feel good, and you always have a little pep in your step after he lets you make him cum first. He’s also desperate to get his mouth on you, and you’ll be more inclined to let him take care of you if he’s already taken care of. 

With his mind made up, he pulls you down onto his cock and grinds into you, exhaling a moan against your mouth when you tug on his hair again. You love it this length, you’ve told him, and he’s going to keep it like this for as long as he possibly can. Partially for you, mostly because he fucking adores having you brush it and play with it and braid it. 

He gets to be so close to you, and your fingers in his hair feel heavenly, even (especially) when you get a little rough. 

His scalp stings with the next pull and it sends a shiver down his spine, ending in a sharp buck of his hips. He stretches his thumbs out to pull your pussy apart so he can grind into your clit, hoping to take you over the edge with him. 

He’s getting close already, and you’re so wet, he can feel every inch of your cunt like there’s nothing separating him from you. Soon enough, there will be nothing, and he’ll be able to lick and suck and kiss you as much as he wants. 

You bite his lip and drag your nails over his scalp, and that’s it for him. 

His brain goes offline and his hips stutter against yours, a low groan leaving his open mouth as his dick twitches and jerks, streaks of cum splattering the inside of his pants. Your hips don’t stop moving until he stops them himself, his harsh grip dimpling your flesh. 

“Fuck,” Jihoon sighs, blinking his eyes open to find you beaming at him. 

He can only smile wryly at you in response, shaking his head and letting go of your hips to grab you by the waist. 

“Up you go,” he pushes, hefting you up to sit on his keyboard, discordant notes filling the studio until he leans forward and presses mute. 

“Are you su-”

“I’ve literally dreamed about this,” he tells you, for the first time. 

“You have?” You almost sound like you don’t believe him, and Jihoon simply can’t have that.

“Yes. I’ve dreamed about spreading you out on my desk just like this,” he shoulders his way between your legs. “And kissing up these thighs,” he presses his mouth to your soft skin, digging his teeth in only once, though he wants to leave you covered in bite marks. 

“And feeling them squeeze my head when I finally get you on my tongue,” he leans in and licks from your cunt to your clit, fighting a smile when your thighs snap closed just like he knew they would. 

He wants to talk to you more but he can’t pull himself away from your pussy, can’t make his mouth form words when he’s so busy using it on you. And honestly, his priority is keeping it on you, for as long as he possibly can. 

Between work and sleep, he doesn’t get to taste you nearly as often as he wants to, and now that he actually is between work and sleep, he plans on making the most of it. By shoving his tongue inside you over and over, by wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking until you cry, by groaning and humming into you both so you can feel the vibrations and to voice his obsession with your pussy. 

And Jihoon is obsessed with your pussy, make no mistake. If he didn’t love his job so much, he’d quit and spend all his time worshiping you, taking care of you, loving you. He honestly thinks he’d make a killer house husband, and someday, when he retires, he plans on becoming one. 

He can imagine it now, cleaning and working out and sleeping until you come home, then feeding you and fucking you till the sun sets, reading to you and massaging away any soreness before wrapping you up in his arms and falling to sleep together. He can still make music while you’re gone, but he won’t be jetting off or practicing for hours on end anymore. 

He’s not ready for that now, but for a distant dream, it’s pretty enticing. 

Even more enticing is the paradise between your thighs; the taste of you, the scent of you, the feel of you clouding his mind. He can barely breathe but that doesn’t matter, not when you’re moving with his tongue like this, grinding your hips onto his face as he sucks and sucks and sucks at your swollen little clit. 

He wishes he could record the sounds coming out of your mouth, wishes he could play them back to you, watch you squirm and feel you flush at the sheer debauchery of them. It occurs to him that he could, but he’d have to pull away from you enough to ask and he’s unable to do so at the moment. 

You’re just too hot and wet and perfect for him to stop for even a second, so he’ll save that idea for another time and focus on making you cum for him now. He can tell you’re getting close, by the way your thighs shudder against his ears, by the keen you let out when he sucks hard enough to hollow his cheeks, by the hand you sink into his hair to hold him to you, as if he’d ever want to leave. 

All it takes is a groan and a shake of his head and you’re cumming, your arousal leaking all over his chin and dripping down his throat to soak into the neckline of his t-shirt. He’ll take it off as soon as he gains the will to detach himself from you. 

It doesn’t come to him until his eyes travel up your body and catch on the way your tits heave in your sleep tank. He wants to see them, feel them, taste them, bury his face in them. 

Finally, he stands and rips off his shirt, leaning over you and waiting for you to raise your arms before tugging your top off and throwing it to the side. He takes a second to appreciate your bare breasts, the shape and weight of them intoxicating, and then shoves his face between them, licking over to one nipple and opening his mouth around it with a groan. 

He fucking loves your tits, and he shows you just how much with his lips and his teeth and his tongue, one thigh between yours to hold them open for his searching fingers. They find your clit with practiced ease and start to rub staccato circles, chasing you when your hips buck in sensitivity. 

He covers your other breast with his free hand, squeezing and brushing his thumb over your pebbled nipple as he sucks at its twin. You must have already showered, your skin tasting like your honey and cocoa butter lotion, and he can’t get enough, his head filling with clouds and images of you dripping wet and running your hands all over your body. 

He’s gotten you messy again, but he’s sure you knew what you were doing when you knocked on his studio door. This is almost always how you end up when you come to check on him, his hunger for you insatiable, incurable. 

How could he ever get enough of you when you’re this luscious, this sweet, this perfect? His mouth strays from your breast to your stomach, his lips tracing your rolls and stretch marks and cute little belly button before he sinks back down into his chair. He pushes your legs apart with a firm hand and replaces his fingers with his tongue, gliding it over you and sliding his fingers down to your entrance. 

He fills you with them slowly even as your cunt flutters and squeezes, wanting them deeper already. He’ll give you what you want, he always does, but first he’ll tease you a little bit. Not to be mean, or to punish you for something, but because he fucking loves to hear you beg. 

It always takes you a little push to lose your shyness, to find your voice, and this time, his push comes in the form of three fingers stretching your entrance open, sinking in only to the first knuckle. Your hips roll into his hand and his free one flies up to hold them still, his arm banding over your lap to hold you down so he can fill you at his pace. 

He goes much slower than he knows you would prefer, and he presses his smile into your clit when you finally break down. 

“Jihoon, please, I’ve been so good for you,” you whine, and he feels the heat spread from head to toe as he realizes it’s one of those nights. The kind where you need him to take control, to be rough with you, to reward you when you’ve earned it. 

And you have earned it, so he lets his fingers fill you, pushing them in all the way and murmuring into your clit, “You have been good, baby. I’ll give you what you need, promise.”

You just whimper, your head tilting back on your neck when he scissors his fingers apart and your walls clinging to them as he pulls them out to the tip. “Eyes on me, baby.”

He waits for you to return your gaze to his before pushing his fingers back inside of you and beginning to fuck you with them, his lips pursing around your clit and sucking with every thrust. Your pussy is so fucking hot and wet around his fingers, it makes him moan into you, just the thought of feeling you wrapped around his cock enough to reawaken it. 

It twitches in his damp boxers when a curl of his fingers beckons forth a rush of wetness and a sharp keen, one that echoes in his mind like a looped track.  

“Baby, can I record you?” 

He asks before he can stop himself, but now that it’s out in the air, he won’t take it back. He rests his cheek against your thigh as he waits, his heart pounding and his dick throbbing. 

“Um, sure?” You don’t sound certain, and Jihoon doesn’t want you to regret anything. He can always delete them, but he doesn’t want you to do something you’re not comfortable with. 

“You don’t have to say yes, Y/n. I just think it would be… really fucking hot. Having your voice on file, being able to listen to you whenever I want, using your sounds in songs that will never be heard by anyone but us.”

You squirm under his forearm and clench around his fingers, and he believes you when you say, “Do it, Jihoon. Record me.”

His lips stretch in a broad, genuine smile and he reaches for the computer mouse, opening his recording software and clicking the red button. 

He watches little waves form on the baseline, curls his fingers, grinds them into the rough patch inside of you, and arches an eyebrow. You gasp weakly, seemingly shy now that your noises are being picked up by something other than his ears. 

Jihoon can be patient though, knows that soon enough, he’ll make you forget all about it. 

You’re still being good, holding eye contact and keeping your thighs spread for him, so he rewards you with his mouth around your clit, a heavy suck startling a moan from your parted lips. He fights a smile, his lips pursing and pulling at the swollen bundle of nerves, and starts to hum, knowing you love the vibrations. 

He can’t see the software from here but the wave must spike because you let out a sharp cry, your nails scratching at the edge of his desk until he takes your hands and puts them on his head. Your fingers delve into his hair and you pull his face into your pussy, and he knows he’s got you. 

He didn’t really consider the mic picking up his own noises but he’s sure it is, his grunts and groans audible even with your thighs pressed to his ears. He can’t stop though, can’t hold them in when you taste so fucking good, when your cunt is searing hot and soaking wet under his mouth, when your nails are scratching at his scalp and sending zaps of electricity down his spine. 

They all end in his cock, and he feels it jerk against the waistband of his boxers. He’s tired of them, removes his arm from your hips to shove them and his pants down, groaning loudly when his cock pops out into the open air. It’s sticky with cum and hard enough to hurt, and he can’t resist taking hold of it with his free hand, squeezing hard at the base to ease some of the ache. 

His fingers thrust into you as he strokes his dick, the slick sounds loud in his studio, and you crane your neck, your eyes searching until they find his hand at work. 

“Fuck, Jihoon, I want you inside of me,” you whine breathlessly, trying to pull him off your cunt by the hair. That just makes him moan into you, makes his cock jump in his grasp, makes him fuck his fingers into you harder. 

“Cum for me first,” he demands, determined to get at least two orgasms on this file for mixing purposes. It seems he’s still a producer even when he’s trying to just be a boyfriend. 

You pout but listen well, your cries reaching a fever pitch as your pussy flutters around his fingers, arousal spilling out of you and dripping between the keys of his keyboard. He may have to buy a new one, but that’s a problem for future Jihoon, and a problem he would be lucky to have. 

“Perfect, baby, that was perfect,” he murmurs in a low tone, wanting your voice to be the focal point. 

“Will you fuck me now?” You pant, reaching down to smooth your fingers over the head of his cock, making him shiver and swallow a groan. 

“Yeah, baby, I’ll fuck you now,” he whispers, standing from the chair and pulling away from you to tug you off his desk. Your knees shake when you get your feet under you and he smirks, cupping your cheek and pressing a kiss to your lips before taking you by the hips and turning you around. 

He squeezes your shoulder and starts pushing you down, letting you bend over the rest of the way by yourself. You fold your arms under your head, resting your cheek on them so you can watch as he guides his dick to your cunt and sinks inside. 

You’re stretched out enough to take him easily, your walls forming to his cock and gripping it tightly. You’re such a perfect fucking fit for him, it’s like you were made for one another, like your bodies were designed to match. It blows his mind every single time he has the privilege of being inside of you. 

He’s reluctant to leave you and you’re reluctant to let him, but pulling out means he can thrust back in. He keeps one hand on your shoulder and drops the other to your hip, clutching at it like a lifeline as he starts to fuck you in earnest. 

His hips smack into your plush ass rhythmically, the sound causing sharp spikes on the waveform graph and acting as the perfect percussion to the moans and whimpers escaping you. The mic is right by your mouth and he knows they’re being picked up beautifully, butterflies gathering in his stomach just at the thought of getting to hear them through his headphones. 

“Sound so fuckin’ pretty, baby,” he grunts, angling his hips up to hit your g-spot and smirking when you yelp at the sensation. Your back arches, your stomach pressing into his keyboard and your hips pressing into his, and he just holds you tighter, fucks into you harder. 

Your pussy undulates around him as his hand slides from your shoulder to join the other at your hip, both of them gripping your ass and spreading you apart so he can watch his cock enter you again and again. It’s a sight he’ll never get tired of, a feeling he’ll never get used to, a gift he’ll never truly deserve. 

It’s what will send him over the edge, just as long as he makes you fall first. He already came before you once and he doesn’t plan on doing so again for a long time, but he needs to get you there soon or he won’t have a choice. 

One of his hands slips around your waist to dive between your legs, his fingers finding your sensitive clit and starting to strum it as he fills you over and over. You whimper and tremble against him, your cunt fluttering wildly around his aching cock and your hand flying down to grasp his wrist like you think he’ll pull away. 

He doesn’t intend to, honestly wouldn’t mind being attached to you like this for the rest of his life, knows already that he wants to spend it with you. 

His fingers get rougher on your clit and his hips move on autopilot as his brain empties, his balls aching to do the same. “Please cum, fuck. Baby, please fucking cum.”

Jihoon should have known he’d be the one begging you at the end of the night. 

Thankfully, you like to indulge him, your pussy locking him in place as you cum with a loud cry, followed by gasping sobs of his name when he doesn’t stop fucking you. He’s right there, he’s right fucking-

“Jihoon, cum inside me. Fill me up, I want it,” you whimper, pressing your ass into his hips and squeezing your inner muscles around his throbbing cock, and that’s the end for him. 

He drops down to cover your body with his as he breaks apart, his own moans and whimpers registering on the graph alongside yours and his cum flooding into you in pulses. His hand leaves your clit so he can wrap his arm around your waist in a hug, his cheek pressed to your back and his other hand finding yours. 

He tangles your fingers together and rises up, pulling you with him and sitting heavily in his chair. He’s still hard enough his cock doesn’t slip out, and he leans you to the side so he can cup your cheek and turn your face into his, pressing his lips to yours in an openmouthed kiss. 

“Love you, baby,” he whispers into your mouth, waiting for you to say it back before kissing his way to your neck and biting down gently, just enough to leave an indent of his teeth behind. 

“Will you come to bed with me?” You whisper in a small voice, and he returns his lips to yours, kissing you deeply and responding, “Of course, baby.” 

He reaches a hand out and stops the recording, saving the file to his private hard drive, ideas filling his head already. They can wait until the morning though, you asked him to go to bed with you and go to bed he will. 

Jihoon thinks this might be the most productive break he’s ever had. 

AN: this one's for all the jihoon stans who have been thirsting with me lately 💖

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[strwberri-milk]

Can i request lnd boys talking it through with us during readers first time 🥰 soft praises and reassurance 🥰🥰

im gonna do a thing where its just. what he's gonna say to you bc the act itself is p standard - def missionary and him being so so so gentle with his movements to prevent hurting you + lets him watch every expression you make - this is also just making me realise how like. my dialogue for smut really doesnt change too much omg they sound so similar erfeafoaf

His focus is primarily on your your face the whole time, looking at you intensely with every movement of his hips. He doesn't want to hurt you so he's going to take it slow, holding your hands as he gently whispers praise at you.

"You're doing perfectly for me. Yes, just like that."

"You feel perfect wrapped around me like that. I don't think I'll be able to last long. Hmm? No, that's a good thing. It means you're doing good."

"Please - just a little longer. I'm almost there."

"Don't hide your noises. I need to know if you feel as good as I do."

Xavier is very hands on. He's holding you tightly, keeping you in place as much as he can despite your squirming. His pace is unintentionally teasing, long slow grinds as he really savours every movement of his body against yours.

"No, I promise I won't hurt you. I'll take good care of you, I promise."

"You're so warm - I don't know how long I can hold back."

"Look at me. I want to see what faces you make."

"Just a little bit more. I know you can do it."

Rafayel is so sensitive to your touch - more than you ever thought he could be. He's always been receptive but the way he's acting right now, face buried in your neck as he slowly fucks you really takes the cake. You can't escape his presence at all - he's holding you tightly as he absolutely devours you.

"Don't look away from me - I've been dreaming of this moment for far too long."

"You - don't do that - I want to take my time with you."

"I need you so bad. Please don't hold back."

"Yes - yes, just like that. Keep going - you feel so good."

Sylus seems like he'd be rough with you but when you finally end up in his bed he's holding onto you tightly, keeping you pressed against his chest as he showers you in kisses. He loves everything about you and he really wants to make sure you know that.

"Yes kitten, just like that. I knew you could do it."

"Don't worry if you get tired. I told you I'll take care of you."

"Just lay back for me. You don't have to do anything - I'll make sure you feel good, I promise."

[vrystalius]

Hey babess, i have quite the heartwarming request.

So imagine that wife reader is heavily and her water randomly breaks so ofc she gives birth with the help of shinobu(i love her so much) and other midwives ofc. So how would the hashias react during the late stages of pregnancy and birth??

Hear me outtt, what if preg reader was pregnant with twins(im a big family girl lol, i had to let that out). Stuff stuff

Hashira’s reactions during your pregnancy

You’re heavily pregnant. How will your husband react?

Note: I didn’t include the gender and names of the babies, so you can choose the genders and names yourself!

Pairing: Sanemi, Kyojuro, Gyomei, Giyu x fem!reader

Includes: Food cravings, mood swings, sickness, talking to the baby, birth and a little bonus scenario in the end (different for every hashira)

Words: 5.1k, enjoy!

Sanemi Shinazugawa

Food cravings

What? You want to eat ohagi again? Sure it’s Sanemi’s favourite food, but you’ve insisted on eating ohagi for every day the past week. The baby needs some vegetables, fruits, vitamins and whatever else. Just anything but ohagi!

He couldn’t even watch when you proceeded to devour sweet potatoes with a chocolate sauce. The worst part is that Sanemi is the main chef of this household and was forced to cook all kinds of monstrosities for you during your pregnancy. But he never said a word about it and just silently judged you for even asking him to bake a whole fish just so you can covered it in sliced fruits and chocolate sauce.

“Are ya sure you’re not poisoning our baby? Are ya really, really sure?”

Sometimes, Sanemi’ll try to sneak in healthy foods into your diet like one would to with a toddler. He’d chop the vegetables as small as possible and try to feed them to you in bits by bits by incorporating them into your favourite foods. You weirdly enough never noticed how your ohagis began to taste like carrots more and more.

“What? No. I’m making them like always. I.. just used the same knife for both carrots and the beans of the ohagi… Whatcha looking at me like that for??”

Mood swings

It’s very confusing to Sanemi how you can be happily munching on your snacks in one moment and then began crying about a dog wandering the streets, thinking someone abandoned him. He’s putting up with it, though. He’d would take you into his arms and try to explain to you that no, that dog is not living on the street and that it belongs to the nice old lady that lives just down the street. He gets a little nervous every time you get emotional when standing in the nursery and inspect all the prepared toys and clothes. Why are you crying so hard? Do you not want a baby? Or are you just this excited to have one?

He doesn’t get your mood swings but’ll try his best to give you reassurance and support. Even though Sanemi’ll be a little awkward and just hover around you in fear of triggering another random emotion in you.

“Hey, darling… how about we move to the bedroom? The nursey is makin’ ya emotional. You’re gonna loose control over ya bladder and I’m gonna be forced to clean after ya. Again.”

But most of the time, Sanemi’ll get soft when you get emotional over the baby stuff like this. Sometimes, he’ll sneak into the nursery during the nights he can’t sleep and rumage all the baby’s things. Sanemi would look through all the neatly folded baby clothes Giyu send over and the toys Tengen’s wives made themselves for the baby. He can’t help but get a little teary-eyed himself, leaning against the crib and looking down at the soft mattress below. He just can’t want to have a little baby in there.

“Fuck, don’t sneak up on me like that! A-And ‘m not cryin’, I-I’m just checkin’ on the crib. Y’know, if it looks stable and shit. It gotta handle our fatass baby.”

Talking to the baby

Sanemi loves to lay his head against your stomach and just listen to the baby’s heart beat. His hand would gently caress your stomach while mumbling against your skin.

“Whatcha doing in there, hm? Why are you kicking your mommy? You’re hurting her, y’know.”

It’s a weird sight, seeing a strong man like him baby talking to your stomach while having his cheek pressed up against your belly. He’d take at least one hour in his day just to talk to your baby and tell it aaaalll about your and his day.

“Your mom threw up onto our new carpet and that’s your fault, you know that, right? I’m gonna kick your ass for it one day. Maybe when you become a shitbag in your teenage years.”

Sickness

“In both sickness and in health,” and Sanemi meant that wholeheartedly after speaking those words out loud during your wedding. Even if that means sitting beside you in the middle of the night, holding your hair and patting your back while you throw your guts up. He’s sleepy, he’s tired, but he won’t return to back without you. If Sanemi has to, he’ll cook up some tea or soup for you to calm your stomach. He’d even break Shinobu’s door down for some herbs or medicine if it means making you feel better and cuddling you back to sleep with no worries.

“You’re okay, I’m here. Don’t hold back.”

If you’re throwing up for a while, Sanemi might fall asleep in the hunched over position while holding your hair behind your head, his hand still firmly resting on your shoulder in quiet support. He jumps back awake when you throw up violently again.

“Ugh, you good? Told you seaweed n’ cherries don’t go together…”

Birth

Sanemi wanted to complete one last mission before retiring for good. He noticed how his muscles were starting to soften up and the callouses in his hands began to disappear. Just one last mission, then he’ll become a full-time dad! He promised you it’ll be for just three nights and that Shinobu will be looking out for you while he’s gone. You two can talk about preparations, body changes and whatever you two always talk about.

He was close to tracking this scum demon down when he received a message from his crow about you going into labour. Sanemi wanted to go on a mission one time, just one time! Can’t you hold the baby in or something until he comes home? He knows that he has to behead this demon before coming home. That thing already did enough harm and he didn’t want to retire on a bad note by ditching his final mission. So, Sanemi proceeded to chase the demon down while steaming in anger. He wanted to go on a mission just ONE last time, damnit!!

“COME BACK HERE YOU PIECE OF SHIT!! MY WIFE’S GIVIN’ BIRTH, WHILE I’M CHASING YOUR SORRY ASS!!”

Shinobu helped you through the whole process of giving birth. The contractions and labour lasted for almost half a day, and you managed to almost broke two of the three butterfly girl’s hand in an attempt to release some pain. You were supposed to hold Sanemi’s hand and almost break his bones while giving birth, not theirs! Shinobu kept reassuring you that Sanemi surely is already on his way! Surely. She had her soft smile on her face the whole time while you pushed and screamed through the pain, reassuring you and offering all kinds of ways to relieve pain during the whole process.

After Sanemi returned from his missions, he was staring at two babies in your arms. His eyes darted back in forth from the one to another. The baby on your left had beautiful white hair and was squirming around a lot, grabbing your robes and was seemingly already complaining about the lack of feeding you’re doing. The other baby had darker hair and was much calmer. It was asleep, resting against your chest.

His heart shattered in a million pieces after processing what just happened. In a good way, that is. He never commented on it, but Sanemi did notice that you were a little bigger for being pregnant with only one baby. He just brushed it off as being a bit bloated or the baby being really big, but never that it were two babies that were hogging all the food you were devouring. Sanemi was bawling his eyes out while holding both of his babies in his arms for the first time. They’re so tiny, so cute and chubby! How could anyone not love them? He was barely able to speak while trying to express how much he loves you and is so glad that you and the babies are fine. This is everything he had ever hoped for: a perfect wive, a family home and two kids. If only his other siblings were here to celebrate this moment with him. Perhaps he’ll allow Genya to visit every now and then.

“I-I- *hic* W-We need an-another- *hic* … the crib’s not b-big enough- f-for- *hic* gah, f-fuck!! *hic*

Bonus: A tight crib

You noticed how Sanemi insisted on putting the babies back to sleep every time they woke up during the night for anything. You usually fall back asleep and wake up in the mornings back in his arms, but tonight, you wanted to wait until he returns to bed to cuddle him. After the babies quieted down and your husband didn’t return, you dragged yourself out of bed and stepped into the nursery, only to find Sanemi laying inside the cramped crib, having the baby lay on one side and the other on the other. He was laying in an extremely uncomfortable position, with hid neck bend at an awkward angle and him laying in the crib with his legs dangling out over the edge. You couldn’t help but giggle a little, seeing your husband scarfing his own comfort for his babies.

“Nemi?…”

Your whispering made his eyes flutter open. His face contorting into a tired scowl.

“It’s the only way to put ‘em to sleep, not my fault they like me so much.”

Now, are the babies attached to their papa, or is Sanemi being very attached to them?

Kyojuro Rengoku

Food cravings

Whatever you’d like to eat, he’ll provide! Sometimes, if the combinations you come up with sound appetising enough, Kyojuro’ll even try some the foods alongside you! He will not judge you for craving weird foods during your pregnancies, but he is a little worried about your choices. You need to make sure that you eat enough nutrients for you and the baby! Kyojuro’ll try his best to cook up something nice for you, but he ends up buying take-out and feeding that to you instead. He’s scared he might burn something or accidentally poison you, so he’d rather leave food up to the chefs.

“I brought some tempura, some soup dumplings, ramen, udon noodles, mushed and baked sweet and regular potatoes. Oh! And some dessert… Mochi, dango and a slice of cake! Everything you ordered, my flame!”

Shinjuro, after finding out about your pregnancy, would offer to cook for you sometime. He used to make meals for Ruka while she was pregnant, so he thought he might make himself useful and help out. Kyojuro’s father actually vowed to stop with the drinking to make sure his grandkid doesn’t grow up around a drunk grandpa, so this is a first nice step for him. Besides, he feels guilty for being so terrible to Senjuro and Kyojuro.

His meals are surprisingly very well made and tasty. They soothe your nausea, lessen the swelling in the feet and help a lot with your headaches.

“Father, I never knew you could cook this good!” “Shut up and eat your plate.”

Mood swings

Kyojuro feels like he’s causing your mood swings sometimes. He feels guilty when you start crying over little things, like how your favourite tree is starting to change colours in the leaves, or just how much you missed your husband after him leaving for half an hour to get you dinner. He’s used to comforting Senjuro while the two grew up together, so he might know a thing about holding someone. Kyojuro would pull you closer and place lots of kisses on your head and top of your head, rubbing your shoulder with his warm hands. His warmth is very comforting to you, making you calm down a little.

“Are you feeling unwell? What made you so upset, love?”

He’ll try to cheer you up by talking about baby names. In his family, most of the names sound similar and end with an “juro”. Shinjuro, Senjuro, Kyojuro… how about Tojuro? Sounds nice, doesn’t it!? Or how about Kijuro? Or how about you combine your first letters with Juro? That sounds very fitting! And see, your tears are already gone!

“I’m not sure if we should think about girl’s names, my love! My family birthed sons for generations now! But we can write some down if you like, just in case.”

Sickness

Seeing you sick makes Kyojuro nervous, but he’ll stay beside you during your morning sicknesses and nausea. You kind of remind him of his mother, back when she was in the late stages of her sickness, that’s why he gets a little jumpy when you hunch over the toilet snd wretch your guts out. He’ll hold your hair and gently caress your back, silently hovering beside you.

To make sure you don’t have to get out of bed in the middle of the night to throw up, Kyojuro equipped your nightstand with a bowl you can throw up into anytime you felt nausea hitting you.

“I’ll make some tea for you once you get nauseous again, okay? My mother’s recipe.”

Talking to the baby

Kyojuro loves to talk to your stomach as if the baby is already out and able to talk back. He’d sit beside you in bed, gently caressing the side of your stomach while grinning brightly.

“What kind of hair will you have, hm? Like mine? Or like mom’s?”

Sometimes, he’ll try to convince the baby to let you sleep for once. If you can’t sleep, Kyojuro can’t sleep. He’d lay his head on your chest and sleepily mumble to the stomach while slowly rubbing your sides.

“You’re quite the active one, hm?.. mh.. How about we go to sleep together, okay? Be a good kid and give your mommy some rest…”

Birth

When your water first broke, Kyojuro thought the baby might’ve kicked your bladder or something, causing you to leak. But the horror on your face that followed soon after changed his mind in an instant. He sent out a crow to Shinobu, notifying her about your labour, but it might take a while until she arrives. In the meantime, your husband prepared all the things for a homebirth. You probably wont be able to reach the butterfly mansion in time to give birth there, but in the meantime, would you like water? Food? Sweets? A towel? Maybe not the last one because you’re able to hit him with that. You’re very angry about him impregnating you nine months ago while being in painful labour right now.

Shinobu surprisingly arrived very quickly and got right to work. Her soft voice and kind words as encouragement managed to calm you down as far as to not curse Kyojuro and all his ancestors out. Your anger directed at him actually helped you press the baby, so your husband happily sat there and held your hand while you were attempting to break it while redirecting your pain

Finally, after hours on hours of labour, Shinobu’s encouragement and Kyojuro’s hand turning blue from blood being cut off, you birthed two identical twins. Both had your husband’s flamboyant hair colour and prominent eyebrows. Your husband was trembling and crying after seeing them for the first time. His babies, his kids! And two of them?? In one go?? This couldn’t have gone any better. For around the next hour, while your babies were nursing on you, he kept thanking you for everything you ever did for him.

“I-I love you! I-I love y-you! Th-Thank you for marrying m-me, my fl-flame! Than-Thank you for giving me t-two babies! Thank y-you! T-Thank you!!”

Bonus: Tasty hair

Your babies are for some reason obsessed with your husband’s hair. Maybe it’s because of how bright his hair is or how nice it is to chew on it. You caught Kyojuro offering his baby his hair to hold and play around with, only for it to start pulling tightly on it. It hurts a little and he’s not quite sure how his baby got this strength out of nowhere, but he’s incredibly happy that his baby likes his hair so much!

But he also learned that the twins prefer their grandpa’s hair a little more over his. Shinjuro doesn’t appreciate it as much as Kyojuro is, though. He tolerates them pulling on his hair but doesn’t like it. At all. He’ll glare at his son until he finally takes his baby away from his damn hair! His scalp is already burning!

(But we all know that Shinjuro takes them back into his arms on purpose to tickle their stomachs and to let them pull on his hair as they please. They’re just too cute!)

“My flame, could you help me remove our child? This one seems particularly fascinated by the taste of my shampoo!”

Gyomei Himejima

Food cravings

Gyomei will not always give into your odd cravings. Instead, he’ll try to redirect your cravings to tastier things. He’s worried that you don’t get enough nourishment for the baby and for yourself, so Gyomei’ll try to feed you healthy foods instead of eating the creations you came up with. Why do you even thought about eating pieces of clay you picked up from right next to the waterfall? You’re lucky Genya caught you before you managed to take a bite.

To be completely honest, Gyomei is incredibly worried that you’re eating things you aren’t supposed to eat while he’s not watching/listening.

“Love, what are you chewing?”

His calm and deep voice makes you stop munching on the raw onion and immediately put it back down onto the counter of the kitchen.

Gyomei insists on cooking for you, even if he’s blind. He’s surprisingly good with cooking and always manages to slip vegetables into the meals in the tastiest way possible! You somehow never notice and just are incredibly happy that he takes some time out of his day just to cook meals for you! Sometimes, Genya joins in when you two eat and just chats with you about your husband’s training and his big brother. He’s also very curious about your pregnancy and how you’re coming along. That boy is just as excited about your baby as your husband is! Genya even gifted you one of his best bonsai trees to keep in the nursery!

“Miss Himejima, are you still hungry? You can have my plate if you like, I’m going to meet up with Tanjiro to eat later in the city together anyway.”

Mood swings

Gyomei understands that your hormones are going a little crazy during your pregnancy, but he still gets a little surprised when your mood changes so suddenly. You get emotional mostly over Genya and how hard he’s training to make up with his brother. You cry everytime when you see him train hard under Gyomei. Your husband finds it kind how much empathy you’re feeling for that boy, but the poor boy can’t really concentrate when a crying pregnant lady watching him train. So, your husband suggested you to not watch them train as much anymore and instead do something else. As compensation, Gyomei promises you to tell you everything he and Genya have been doing that day.

Sometimes, when you get angry out of nowhere, Gyomei’ll just let you throw your little tantrum while listening you silently. After you finished, he might suggest exorcising you as a joke to lighten your mood, but his serious tone and unmoving expression made him look like he’s serious. Wich makes you cry.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to upset you. I’m not going to exorcise you, I promise, my pearl. I would only do that in the extrem case.”

Sickness

Gyomei knows how to deal with sicknesses and nausea. Once you express feeling sick in any way, he’ll prepare a special herbal tea, open up all the windows for fresh air, feed you crackers and dry food, and of course, equip you with a bowl to vomit into just in case. He’ll sit with you in bed, your head laying on his thighs and his palm resting on your forehead, slowly petting your hair.

He’s mumbling quiet prayers for you and your baby, his deep and smooth voice calming your stomach slowly. Gyomei’d smile softly while having his eyes closed. You told him that his smile is always making you calm, so he’s trying to smile more often for you.

“How are you feeling? I can brew you another cup if you like, it’ll help you.”

Talking to the baby

Gyomei barely talks to the baby while you’re awake. He’ll sometimes lean down and mumble a couple of greetings and kind words before moving on with his day, but when you fall asleep at night, your husband likes to have one-on-one conversation with his child. He’d have his large palm resting on your belly, rubbing it up and down. Gyomei sometimes nuzzles into your sides and places a few kisses on the side before talking.

He’d be praying first, making sure that the baby is alright and’ll come healthy into the world. Then, he’d quietly talk about you. Your husband’ll talk about the things you like to do, about how emotional you get over Genya, how you pout everytime he leaves early in the mornings to train, how much he loves you and how you insisted on get even more toys, even though the toybox is already filled to the brim.

“We are both very excited to meet you… please be more kind to your mother until birth. Her bladder is not as strong during the pregnancy, so do not test it again.”

Birth

Gyomei was praying the whole time he was waiting outside the chambers of where you were currently yelling in pain. His eyes were closed in concentration and his palms rubbing together, his red pearly beads wrapped around his hands. He could hear every mumble of Shinobu to Aoi, every curse you’re throwing around and every bed creak after changing the position. Shinobu suggested that Gyomei should wait outside since he’s quite large and they need more space to move around you. You promised to him that you’ll be fine on your own. He has been crying and praying, crying and praying the whole time for you and the baby, until finally, everything got quiet. Your cries died down, but there wasn’t any signs of a baby crying either. Gyomei was silent, stopping his prayers for a moment.

Until finally, first one baby, then another started to cry out. Two? You were carrying two miracles in your stomach all this time? Shinobu permitted Gyomei back inside and allowed him to meet the babies for the first time. They felt so incredibly tiny in his arms, so so tiny and fragile… The babies are the most precious things, and he felt like the luckiest man in all of history, holding his babies in his arms. His voice was very shaky and more tears than usual were running down his face.

“My love. I thank you for all eternity for giving me this gift… thank you. I am incredibly grateful for everything you have ever done for me.”

Bonus: Who’s who?

Given that Gyomei’s blind, he has always relied on his senses to move through the world. But funnily to you, his senses fail to differentiate wich baby is who. Sometimes you catch your husband holding one of the babies, standing silently there, thinking about who exactly he’s holding right now.

“Need some help, dear?”

Your voice made him turn his head towards you, smiling slightly.

“Yes, I already fed one of our twins. I went to retrieve more milk and lost track of wich one I already fed.”

His voice sounded a little confused but also slightly amused. Stepping closer, you saw how the baby that was laying in the crib was uneasy and wiggling it’s legs around, while the one Gyomei was holding was calm and content. You figured that the squirmy one wasn’t fed yet and took the sleepy baby out of your husband’s arms, setting it back into the crib and taking out the other.

“Here, this one seems hungry, hm? Aren’t you?”

You sweet-talked the baby a little, tickling the little stomach, making it giggle and kick against your husband a little. Gyomei nodded quietly.

“Thank you. I have yet to figure out how to differentiate our twins properly.”

Giyu Tomioka

Food cravings

He’s a little confused out by your requests that keep getting weirder and weirder. Are you sure you want to eat that? If Giyu would eat that, he’d be throwing up. Oh wait, you actually are vomiting up regularly…

Giyu will give you everything you asked for, but hesitantly. Before placing the plate down, he’d eye you up and down, judging you heavily for what he’s about to dish you. His silent judging eyes are enough to second guess your life choices that made you ask your poor husband to cook mashed potatoes mixed in with strawberry yogurt and sakura mochi with fish filling. Perhaps you’ll take the miso soup instead.

Sometimes, he’ll get so worried he approached Shinobu by himself and asked if there’s any medication he can give to you to make you crave less weird things and eat more healthy. Sadly, there is nothing like that, so Giyu’ll eventually resolved to force feed you regular foods instead. He’ll sit you down and feed stir fried veggies, rice, eggs, soup, tea, dessert and whatnot. Anything else but the monstrosity you keep craving.

One time, he caught you mixing chocolate sauce and soup together in the middle of the night. Giyu was just standing in the doorframe, looking utterly defeated and distraught at your actions.

“I love you, but can you stop poisoning our baby? I want it coming out of you alive.”

Mood swings

Giyu feels like he’s the reason you feel upset so suddenly. Perhaps he should’ve cleaned the house more, or finally finish building that crib. Otherwise, you wouldn’t be so angry so randomly. He still is quite surprised how quickly your emotions can change from happy to sobbing about the cuteness of the teddybear Giyu brought home for the baby. It’s confusing.

He’ll try to comfort you the best he can, but your husband already struggled to comfort you when you’re not pregnant and had real reasons to cry about, so how is Giyu supposed to comfort you when you sob over the rice being undercooked?

He’ll just awkwardly pull you into a side-hug, rubbing your shoulders gently.

“Do you want chocolate? I heard people eat chocolate when sad. Or do you just want a hug?”

Sickness

You throwing up and being sick is making Giyu sick. While you throw up into the toilet, your husband would hold your hair back while leaning over the sink, trying not to vomit himself. After your morning sickness passes, he still remains crouched over the sink for a moment longer before preparing a ginger tea for the both of you. He’ll lay in bed for a while, cuddling the blanket while sipping on his tea. He looks like a wet, depressed cat, sipping on his tea with a straw while lying on his stomach like that. He mostly recovers after finishing his tea, but sometimes, he gets really sick. You’ll be forced to take care of your nauseous husband who is supposed to be taking care of you right now! How is he supposed to handle watching you birth your child? How can he slay demons but is not able to watch you throw up?

“Love… can you get me another cup of ginger tea? I’m getting sick again…”

Talking to the baby

Giyu didn’t start talking to your baby until you encouraged him to do so. You told him that talking to the baby creates a bond before it’s even born! So, he’ll slowly start conversations with your belly. He’s not sweet-talking to your stomach, but instead awkwardly holding a conversation with it as if he’s speaking to an adult. Giyu’d sit across you on the bed, his hands propped on his thighs, leaning forward slightly.

“So… how is it like inside the womb? When do you want to come out and meet your mom and dad?”

Birth

Giyu was very panicked when you went into labor. He send out a crow to Shinobu immediately and began assembling something similar to a throne made out of towels and blankets. He forced you to sit down and make yourself comfortable while he waiting on the porch to see when the butterfly hashira is coming. His grip was to tight on the fence of the engawa, he accidentally shattered the wood.

He tried to watch you giving birth, but once he saw the head slowly press out of you, he couldn’t anymore. Giyu held your hand in support and let you squeeze as hard as you want, but he was turned away your lower body, facing you instead. Once he heard the baby’s cries fill the room, he snapped his head around in an instant.

Your husband almost fainted when he saw another baby slowly squeeze out of you. Shinobu handed Giyu the first baby, wich was already wrapped in a towel, so she could direct her attention back to the second baby. His head felt dizzy while holding his baby, not able to comprehend that he’s about to be the father of two. He only build one crib, there’s no room for another. Is he even capable of raising two kids? What if they outnumber and team up on him once they grow up? Now he has twice the chance to fail at parenting and become a bad father!

But once your husband held both babies, all his worries washed away. It was like he was in some sort of trance, watching the babies just sleep and squirm around a little. Giyu didn’t even notice how he started crying until his tears fell onto one of his baby’s forehead and started crying.

“Ahh… uhm. How do you calm a baby down? Do you just rock it? Uhm. Help me, please-“

Bonus: How are you supposed to know what they want?

You watch your husband stress out over why the baby is crying for so many times already, and they’re only two weeks old. You caught him talking to your baby multiple times, just straight up asking what they want. He’s slowly starting to get desperate and you can see it.

“You want food?… No? You wanna be held? Maybe… play? Also no? What do you want then?”

Somehow, only you could understand when and what your babies want. Giyu watches in awe as you immediately figure out that the baby wants to be held and fed, and how quickly they calm down afterwards. You’re just magical, truly.

“How do you know? What do you know that I don’t?”

💠

Phew, this took a while to write! Hope you enjoyed this anon! I tried to incorporate the requested things in this ask from another post of mine, but I might’ve forgotten some. Anyways, my posts haven’t gotten much traction lately, so I hope this one’ll do a little better! I’m looking forward to reading all the reposts and comments you leave, I read every single one of them! Just know that they make me smile like an idiot <3

Anyways, make sure to EAT, SLEEP and DRINK enough!

Take care of yourselves <3

Note: Over 200 Notes!! Tysm!! <33

— I’d like to credit my cat as a co-author and professional purrer.

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yan light who is the sassiest man you've ever met

yan light who literally looks at Misa up and down in such disgust, it literally its like a popular mean girl looking at a nerd like damn hoe

yan light who wraps his arms around you, and literally says the sweetest things to you but then when it's Misa, he acts like she doesnt even exist

yan light who tells you he has to pretend to be misa's bf crying, like he's actually crying tears, blood, sweat, and everything

"b-babbyyy!! I d-dont wanna be wit-with that g-girl, I pro-promise!!"

"wife, does this mean I'm free?"

"Y/n L/n, leave me and I swear to God, i will roam the fucking earth searching for you."

yan light who even a complete stranger could tell he doesn't like Misa at all compared to you, he literally hugs you in public, kiss your jaw, hold your arm, hand, meanwhile with Misa, the farthest thing he has ever done was pat her shoulder 💀

yan light who in college, spends all his free time searching for you to hang out

yan light who memorizes your schedule, waiting outside your class whenever the bell rings

yan light who now sleep over at your house because he loves searching through your closet, searching for a hoodie that smells the most like you

yan light who literally thinks of ways to absolutely destroy ur TV and phone, he's quite literally only in some tight black shorts and ur hoodie and u don't wanna devour him??? Why tf are you tryna watch Tom and friends when he's literally there suggesting sex

yan light who you don't pay attention to all night, watching some Tom and friends cuz that shit mad entertaining, and light is over here rubbing his thighs together, glaring at the TV

Yan light who grabs you hand and puts it on his thighs, making your hand grip them.

Yan light who looks at you for a reaction, but you were STILL not bothering to look at him,

yan light who was pissed and sassy at you the whole night, turning his back to you and huffing, furrowed eyebrows

"hey, aren't ya gonna hug me? im cold"

Yan light who scoffs but turns around and begins to cuddle you, head between your boobies, forgetting why he was mad in the first place

yan light who wants to cut handcuffs on both you and him so you'll NEVER be seprated from him, literally wanting to bawl and cry at the thought of him without you

yan light who feels like he cant breath without you

yan light who literally thinks about the worst thing happening to you when you dont answer his call or text within a minute, about to start pulling at his hair and chewing on his nails with a crazy look on his face

yan light who memorizes your voice, the way you walk, the way you eat, the way you clean and everything just because hes that obsessed over you

yan light who is so close to using his death note on misa just because she managed to small talk you, glaring at her with such hatred you would think she killed his dog or sum

yan light who always making sure he holds the door open for your and giving you snacks when you dont have any

yan light who buys you things you've been recently talking about, telling you he deserves a kiss for what he did for u

yan light who is ur jealous lil wife <333

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It's Complicated

After so many requests and so much amazing feedback for my last series, I've decided to make a new Evan Buckley series. This is based on a few different requests I've merged together and will have a lot of fluff and angst. Any feedback would be brilliant.

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Summary: Things start to get tricky when Evan falls in love with his best friend's sister. It causes complications within the team. And things only start to get worse when an accident occurs.

Enjoy.

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Evan let himself slump down until his weight was resting on his knees and his forearms that were dented into the mattress either side of (Y/n)'s shoulders. The uneven distribution made him feel like he was at the gym trying to do the plank position, but he couldn't drop his weight down when (Y/n) was laid beneath him. He would crush her.

He could feel the sweat trickling down the back of his neck towards his shoulder blades and he knew his skin was starting to turn blotched red and flushed. The heat was radiating off him as his chest heaved up and down, constantly merging with (Y/n)'s rapid breathing.

A dazed smile spread across (Y/n)'s lips while she moved her hand higher up the back of his neck and slowly tangled in the short curls at the back of his head. She could feel his head burying into the side of her neck causing his hair to tickle her cheek and make her squirm beneath him. He was kissing the hickeys he had just bitten deeply up and down her neck a few minutes ago. And when he kissed a particularly sensitive mark, (Y/n) gave asharp tug on his curls just to feel him groan breathlessly into her neck.

His hips were pressed crushingly down on hers, their groins mashed together while (Y/n) tensed her thighs to squeeze Evan's legs that were resting between hers. His broad frame squished between her legs caused her hips to bend to the sides to accommodate him.

"You're gonna make me late, I should have been up ten minutes ago," (Y/n) whispered and her smile turned into a grin when Evan laughed into her neck. She loved the sound of his laugh. She didn't want to leave. She wanted to stay right here with Evan laid on top of her, pinning her down for the whole day, preventing her from leaving him and his intoxicating kisses that he was now peppering along her jaw.

If it was her choice, they would stay here in bed all day with no interruptions or work to get in the way.

But they both knew (Y/n) couldn't be late for work again, especially when it was only a morning shift she had to do today while Evan was at work in the afternoon.

"Hmm, I want you to stay here with me." Evan kissed along her jaw until he was hovering over her enough to reach up and peck her lips, gently at first. Then again and again until he was pushing her down into the pillow, devouring her lips like they were the air he needed to breathe.

"I have to get up," (Y/n) groaned against his lips when he rutted his hips down into hers and he took her lower lip between his teeth. Her hands moved round from his neck to cup his face and her thumbs brushed across his sharp cheekbones. She pressed a quick, simple kiss to his lips before she attempted to push up against him but it didn't work.

Evan tensed his bare chest and leaned down, effortlessly pushing her back down beneath him where he wanted her.

"Can't you spare another ten minutes for me, baby? I'll make it worth your while."

He let his weight lean on his left forearm so his right hand could slither down (Y/n)'s side and grip the underside of her thigh. Surely she could spend another few minutes in bed with him before she had to get ready and head to work. For once, he didn't have to get up yet and he was wide awake when normally he was sleeping until noon after a long shift.

"I've given you ten extra minutes, Buckley, I can't spare you any more." Coiling her leg higher, (Y/n) smacked her foot down on his backside and curled her arms tighter around his neck, doing her best to try and push him back so she could sit up.

It worked this time, but not like she hoped. Evan kept a tight hold of her thigh and he leaned up so he could sink back on his heels, pulling (Y/n) with him as his other arm curved around her lower waist. He pinned their chests together and dug his fingertips into her thigh until she got the hint and wrapped her legs around his hips, clinging to his front.

(Y/n) tilted her head to the side before she leaned closer and attached her lips to his sharp jaw. She sucked and bit down until she could feel him practically shaking against her, growling her name through gritted teeth while his hand slithered up from her thigh to cup her bum.

Evan was breathless and on the verge of stuttering when he felt her kiss and nip down his throat, something she knew made him putty in her hands.

"Let me get to work on time baby, and you can have me in bed for the whole day tomorrow," Bargaining was the only thing (Y/n) thought would work to get her partner to let her get up. He would be working this afternoon and into the night, finishing early in the morning and that usually meant Evan spent the morning in bed to recuperate. She would join him for the day and let him pin her to the mattress for as long as he wanted if he didn't make her late today.

(Y/n) squeaked when she felt his short nails puncturing into her bum and his other hand moved to cup the back of her neck. He tilted her head up so she could no longer kiss his throat and hovered his lips half an inch away from hers. There was something devilish and daring in his eyes, it made her unsure whether he was going to agree or throw her down on the bed for round three.

She knew the answer when his hands moved to hold her differently. One pinned to the middle of her back to keep her steady on his hips while his other hand drifted from her bum to hover between her legs.

(Y/n) had never heard him growl so deeply as he did when the doorbell sounded, along with a few knocks at the front door.

"Baby," She whispered against his lips, moving her hand to cup his jaw when he didn't set her down.

"Leave it, they'll call back later," His lips barely touched hers before (Y/n) unhooked her legs from his hips and managed to shuffle off his thighs and flop back onto the bed. She leaned up on her hands, a devilish grin on her face while she silently tilted her head towards the stairs.

No one knew she had moved in with Evan yet so the chances of the person at the door being there to see (Y/n) were zero. They hadn't even told Eddie they were in a relationship yet, let alone tell him that his little sister had moved in with his best friend who she had been sleeping with for a few months now.

"Where do you think you're going?"

Shivers bolted up and down (Y/n)'s spine and a pleasurable thrill like ecstasy thundered through her blood when Evan's low voice hit her ears. Within seconds, his large hands dug into the bare flesh of her thighs and with a sharp tug, Evan yanked her across the bed. When she fell on her back, he thought she looked like an angel with her hair fanned across the mattress like a golden halo and her smooth, bare skin exposed for him to take in and possess.

His eyes rolled and his smirk turned into a grimace when another round of knocking sounded at the door.

"Go answer the door, with any luck I might still be laid here when you come back." She whispered breathlessly, closing her eyes when Evan kissed her and sucked her lower lip between his teeth.

"That's a good girl,"

Stars swirled in front of (Y/n)'s eyes and pins and needles rattled through her blood as she watched Evan like she was put under a spell. Her lower lip caught between her teeth and she leaned up on her elbow to get a better view.

He hastily threw on his underwear and shimmied into his sleep shorts, trying to mess with them and tug them higher to make the tent in his pants less obvious. He didn't bother with a shirt, there was no time when another rough knock banged at the door and Evan turned and hurried down the stairs which were cold and rough against his bare feet.

"Keys," He muttered to himself, looking around until he found (Y/n)'s keychain and unlocked the front door to see who had disturbed them this morning. Evan knew if he wasn't quick, by the time he got back upstairs (Y/n) would already be dressed and ready to leave for work.

His jaw went slack and his dopey smile morphed into a passive look when he opened the door and saw Eddie and Chris on the other side.

"Morning," He gasped, opening the door wider to let Chris toddle in and make his way to the sofa like he always did whenever he came round. He watched Eddie smile, look him up and down and change his smile to bite his lip when he took in Evan's ragged appearance. He had clearly disturbed something.

"Hey… I'm on the morning shift, you're on the afternoon one… we did say you'd be good to drop him at school in an hour, didn't we?" Eddie took a few steps into the apartment so Evan could close the door. Carla was out of town for two weeks and (Y/n) and Evan had both offered to help with Chris. Evan had said he was fine to drop Chris at school when he was off in the mornings.

He forgot that was happening today.

"Yes, yes we did, I just need to get a shower and I'm ready." He planted his hands down on his hips and smiled at his friend.

"Great, thanks. You having a sort out?" Eddie moved his hand to gesture to the few boxes piled up near the back wall of the lounge.

"Yeah, tidying up some old crap,"

Those were (Y/n)'s things.

"Rather you than me," Eddie stuffed a hand into his pocket and advanced over to the sofa where Chris was already sat watching cartoons. He leaned over the back of the sofa to kiss the top of his son's head. "Alright Chris, I'll love you and leave you with uncle Buck and I'll see you later."

"Bye dad,"

"I just need the toilet before I head out," Eddie pointed to the stairs and was already climbing up them before Evan registered what he said and what that meant.

"No!"

Evan bolted towards the stairs and clambered up, cringing when he heard Eddie laugh in confusion and turn to look back over his shoulder. He'd gone to the bathroom millions of times here in Evan's place, he knew where it was and any mess wasn't going to surprise him. He couldn't imagine the toilet was broken either because Evan was a dab hand at fixing things, if something was broken it would already be fixed by now.

"Jeez, Buck what's up with you this mo-"

Eddie trailed off when something caught his eye and before he could stop himself, his head turned to the left towards the bed beneath the window. His smile disappeared, his jaw tightened like guitar strings and his lips curled up in distaste and anger.

(Y/n).

His little sister.

Panic, pain and terror rumbled through (Y/n)'s body along with adrenaline that made her sure she was about to be sick. Her trembling hands pulled the cover higher up until it was tucked beneath her chin; the last thing she needed was for her brother to find out like this and see her naked in the process. She couldn't hide herself beneath the cover quick enough before her brother saw her. They had been caught out.

Tears were already falling down (Y/n)'s gface before she could stop herself and when she tried to reach a hand out to grab her brother, he waved a hand at her like he was dismissing her and turned his body away from her.

He wasn't risking seeing something else he shouldn't and he had no words for either of them. Nothing that was nice, anyway.

How could they keep this from him?

How could Evan sleep with his little sister when Eddie told him she was off limits the moment he saw Evan drooling over her when they first met. He explicitely told Evan that (Y/n) was younger than him, she was Eddie's closest family and she meant the world to him. He couldn't have them both getting involved with each other and things going wrong leaving his two best friends torn apart with him in the middle of the madness.

Evan didn't have the best track record with girlfriends and relationships and Eddie didn't want (Y/n) mixed up in that mess.

"Eddie let me explain," Evan held a hand out in front of him but he wasn't sure what he was trying to do or how he was going to explain this away.

"Don't bother. I don't want the details of what you've been doing with my sister."

His stomach churned when Eddie shook his head and barged his shoulder into Evan's chest, pushing him back into the wall so he could storm past and leave them both behind him. He wasn't arguing about this now. He had to go to work. Chris was downstairs and would hear anything they said. He wasn't in the right mindframe for this madness.

When the front door slammed, (Y/n) shuddered and coiled in on herself, covering her face with her hands. She didn't dare look up when Evan slumped down on the side of the bed and curled a gentle hand around her knee.

"Oh, fuck."

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"Eddie please listen to me. I want- I need, to talk to you so you can't keep avoiding me." Desperation clawed at Evan's voice as he hurried out the locker room and followed Eddie into the main area of the station.

Since he'd come on shift all Eddie had done was glare and walk away from him, but Evan could talk forever and Eddie was going to have to listen to him at some point. He didn't answer Evan's calls this morning, he wouldn't talk to (Y/n) either who had been in a state when she left for work. He couldn't ignore them if they weren't going to stop asking to talk.

"Leave me alone Buck." Eddie didn't break his stride but he did claw his arm out of Evan's grasp and pull back when Evan moved to stand in front of the stairs, blocking his way to the annex.

"Let me talk and then I will. (Y/n)'s going out her mind because you won't answer her calls."

"Don't use her to guilt-trip me. Move." He didn't wait for Evan to take a side step, he roughly pushed past him like he had done this morning and headed upstairs. It was time for a strong coffee and maybe being around the rest of the team would stop Evan from trying to talk his ear off when he didn't want to listen.

He would speak to them both when he was good and ready.

"Eddie!"

Stopping in his tracks, Eddie clenched his hands into fists at his sides and closed his eyes, trying to take a deep, calming breath. He could feel all the eyes on them and he could sense how close Evan was behind him, desperate to make a scene so there would be no choice but to air out the tension.

"Alright, what's going on?" Bobby put his hands on his hips and looked at the two of them with a raised brow.

He had felt the thick tension ever since Evan turned up for shift this afternoon. Eddie had avoided him on their first callout and since then, neither of them were taking and it was creating tension.

"Eddie just let me explain-"

"You don't have to explain, Buck. I know what it means when I find my sister in your bed! My fucking sister."

A groan tumbled past Evan's lips and he threw his arms out at his sides, tilting his head back until it felt like his neck was going to snap. Why was he making this a scene? Evan wasn't causing a scene, sure he was following his friend around like a lost puppy, but he wasn't shouting or screaming or telling the whole team why they were in an argument. That wasn't fair, but Evan knew he probably deserved it nonetheless.

"That's who you've been seeing? (Y/n)?"

Anger crossed Evan's face and he shook his head at Chimney who didn't quite know what he was walking into.

He and Maddie knew Evan had found himself a new partner, they had seen how happy he was lately. Maddie probed until Evan cracked and said he was going out on a date or that he was staying in with a certain someone. She and Chimney were happy for him, they could see how Evan's mood had lifted recently and how much brighter he seemed. He was a lot better in himself since he'd been seeing someone.

The only worrying thing was that Evan wouldn't tell them her name. He said he was waiting for the right time to introduce her but Maddie was worried why she couldn't know the girl's name. Now Chimney could see why.

"Yeah, little Buckaroo here has been going behind my back seeing my sister without telling me."

"But you told Maddie she's moved in with you-"

Evan's lips purse and his face turned a pale shade of grey when he saw Eddie's face inflame bright red and his eyes almost popped out from their sockets.

"Come again?"

Why? Why did Chimney have to make things worse? This wasn't his battle or his argument, this wasn't anything to do with him. Evan had asked (Y/n) to move in because she was always round his place anyway and he wanted to be around her as much as he could. But it only made things worse that they hadn't told Eddie yet and Evan wouldn't let his sister meet his girlfriend who was already moving into his apartment.

They just wanted to spend time being a couple, being together and being with each other before their relationship became something more and everyone else knew. Once the team- and Eddie- knew, dynamics would change. Dates would morph, they would spend more time together with the team around and go out on days out with the team. It wasn't a bad thing, but they wanted to be a couple first before they progressed into the 118 family together.

"The boxes… (Y/n)'s just moved in with me," Evan's hands fell to his hips and he jutted one leg out like he was tempted to bolt into a run and leave. This wasn't how they wanted to tell Eddie everything. They wanted to have him round for dinner and break things to him and Chris gently.

(Y/n) hadn't told their parents yet that she had met someone. Once they found out she was dating a fireman, someone Eddie worked with, their hassling questions would be relentless. Their dad wasn't the easiest person to get along with.

"Anything else I don't know about, Buck?"

"Eddie come on!"

"Your sleeping with my sister and now you're telling me she's moved in with you and no one's told me! What else did you forget to mention when you've seen me almost every bloody day, hm? Is she pregnant too? Have you cemented yourself in my family for good-"

Eddie paused mid-rant, narrowing his eyes as his head tilted to the side when he watched Evan's sudden change.

He was no longer stood in front of Eddie with his hands on his hips or one hand stretched out to try and calm Eddie down. He wasn't stood close to Eddie anymore, desperate to reach out and calm him down and explain his side of the story.

Evan had taken three steps back towards Bobby as if he needed some sort of protection and his pale grey complexion was now almost pure white. But it was Evan's eyes that made Eddie uneasy. They were blown wide, pupils taking over almost every inch of blue in his iris and a sheen of sweat layered on his forehead. His lips parted but he didn't say anything, instead he dropped his arms at his sides and slumped his shoulders down which made him look like he had shrunk three inches.

He hadn't?

No, there was no way Evan had done that… had he?

Oh no.

It was as if the whole station suddenly came to a standstill, no one daring to move an inch or let out a single breath. Even Bobby couldn't find it in himself to step in and break up the tension. He had his hand stretched out, almost reaching Evan's shoulder but he paused when Eddie's upper lip curled into a snarl and if he could, steam would have been billowing from his ears.

Chimney felt like moving would get him shot down, but he couldn't stop his eyes from darting to the left to look at Hen. If this situation had gone in any other direction, the two paramedics would have been laughing. They would be holding their stomachs, gasping for the breath at the whole situation.

It was comical that Evan was in a secret relationship with his best friend's sister, had gotten her to move in with him and now seemingly had gotten her pregnant. All under Eddie's nose.

But Eddie's reaction stopped anyone from laughing, smiling, whooping or making one single comment.

"Eddie, I- I'm sorry-"

"You will be."

Evan barely managed to bring his arms up in defence before Eddie was in front of him. He fisted Evan's shirt in his tight grip, grabbing him by the shoulders and before anyone could stop him, he threw him on the table.

If it had been anyone else, Evan would have defended himself. He would have thrown a fist at their face, brought a knee up to their groin and tossed them on the floor without breaking into a sweat. He'd gotten in enough bar scrapes over the years and had done enough sparring to know how to stop a fight before it managed to start. But he couldn't fight Eddie. Evan wouldn't throw one punch at him.

He was the closest person to Evan, he was like a brother to him and knew every dark part of Evan's mind and he was (Y/n)'s brother. Evan wouldn't start a fight with someone he thought of as his own family and someone who was close to (Y/n). It wouldn't be fair.

Instead of throwing his fists, Evan kept his arms deadlocked like iron bars in front of his upper chest and face, blocking any punch Eddie tried to throw at him.

His shoulders stung and twinged uncontrollably when his back hit the table and it sent his nerves bursting with pain down his spine. And when his head slammed back and bounced off the wooden table, he had to close his eyes when stars flooded his vision and made him feel like he had received whiplash.

Eddie managed to land one punch to the side of Evan's ribs before his arms were pinned behind his back and he was forcibly thrown down onto the floor, landing on his backside with a thud.

"You bastard!"

A groan tumbled past Evan's lips and he slammed his left foot down to the floor to try and steady himself on the table so he didn't slide down to the floor. His arms flopped down at his sides and he took five deep, ragged breaths before hands slipped beneath his arms and pulled him up until he was sitting upright on the table, swaying forward unsteadily.

"Buck, you okay?" Chimney whipped the light from his pocket and flicked it in front of both Evan's eyes to check his pupilary response while he pressed a hand to his back and felt his breathing.

"I'm good," He waved a hand out, dismissing Chimney's medical assessment he didn't need. He'd only gotten a blood rush and a few bruises, he would be fine. One hand stayed clamped around the edge of the dining table to keep himself upright while his other hand moved to cradle the back of his neck while he hung his head down and sighed.

He deserved more than a few bruises.

He deserved any and all fury that Eddie could throw his way. Being with (Y/n) wasn't a mistake and it wasn't something Evan would ever regret, but he regretted sneaking around. It was his idea in the first place. He didn't want to make things awkward or upset Eddie, he knew how much family meant to his best friend and how protective he was over them all.

Evan being with (Y/n) was going to unsettle Eddie and make him worried. He thought of Evan as a brother and if anything went wrong between Evan and (Y/n), it would put Eddie and Chris in the middle and that wouldn't be fair. It compromised things for them both. It meant there were two people (Y/n) had to worry about when they went to work, it meant they would have to watch each other's back even more because they both had (Y/n) in the back of their minds. Desperate to keep the other safe for her.

Eddie was more upset at not being told than Evan actually being with (Y/n); in the space of an hour he learned his best friend was sleeping with his sister, had let her move in with him. And now he'd gotten her pregnant too. It was too much to take in.

"We wanted to tell you properly-"

"Buck, leave it. Eddie go take ten and simmer down. You're both lucky I'm not writing this up." With a rough hand on Eddie's shoulder, Bobby nudged him and pointed in the direction of the stairs.

They needed to be apart for a while and cool down, they were both on shift and they couldn't do their jobs properly if they were arguing with each other and starting fights. And as much as Evan wanted to explain because he couldn't let things lie, he had to wait a while.

Eddie shrugged off Bobby and Ravi and stumbled to his feet, sending one last glare over at Evan before he thundered out of the annex, down the stairs.

"Is she really pregnant?" Chimney kept his voice quiet as if Eddie would still be able to hear them from such a distance. He wasn't trying to be rude or gather gossip but he was intrigued. If she was, then he knew Evan would have been planning some special way to tell Maddie she was going to be an auntie. This was something Evan would be boasting and proud of and excited like a little kid.

Saying nothing, Evan dropped his hands to his lap and nodded while he kept his eyes on his hands.

(Y/n) had barely been moved in two weeks before they found out she was pregnant. It wasn't planned but it wasn't unwanted either, Evan wanted this more than anything in the world. He had only been with (Y/n) for a few months but he already knew he loved her and a baby was like a dream for Evan.

"Congratulations," With a gentle pat to Evan's shoulder, Chimney gave him a lasting smile before he headed over to the kitchen to make everyone a drink. If they weren't on shift, they would all have been on the whiskey by now.

Evan barely lifted his head up before he dropped his eyes back down to his clasped hands when Bobby stood in front of him. He wasn't up for a lecture, he knew what he had done wrong and how he could have changed the situation. And Evan certainly didn't want to hear Bobby telling him off, he thought of the Captain as his dad and he hated disappointing him in any way.

"Buck, come on, I'm the last person who's going to judge or comment here." Bobby waited with his hands on his hips until Evan finally looked up at him with deep, watering eyes and his lips pressed into a thin line. "All I'm going to say is give Eddie time to cool down, then you've got five minutes to explain before I want you both back on shift with a truce. Whatever's happened, it can be sorted out tonight when you both go home."

"I don't think he'll forgive me for this,"

"Yes he will. If you and (Y/n) are happy, he won't stay mad at you for long."

His words of wisdom calmed down a small storm raging within Evan, but he still felt like he was going to be sick.

This wasn't how they were supposed to tell him.

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summary: Rodricks your best friend but thats not enough for you. As much as you hate to admit, you like the boy. That's why you show up drunk and high at one of his infamous house parties after he'd ranted to you about how he was so so in love with Heather Hills.

warnings: angst, heartache, kissing, Heather Hills, pining, weed, alcohol, crying, one sided love kinda, self hate

wc: 1k+

"She was so pretty."

"Oh yea?"

"No. I dont think you understand, like the way her hair smelled when she strut past me, the smell of..... smell of something light. Fresh! Pink even."

Rodrick practically had stars in his eyes when he described how his crush was at school. You'd be ecstatic if the crush was you, but the world is cruel so here you were talking about Heather Hills for the last hour or so.

"Y'know... I heard she spat on Louise last week. Poor kid, was dosed in her icky saliva for the whole day." Y/n was selfish but she tried to paint Heather in a bad light.

"Shit i'd pay good money for her to spit on me."

Well that backfired she thought.

"Freak" Y/n lightly laughed as she fell back onto Rodricks soft bed. Chest heaving up and down whilst her mind felt clouded.

"What can I say, love makes anyone a freak."

There was that word again. Love. How could he be bloody in love with little miss Heather Hills. The queen of highschool. The perfect girl. Pretty blondie. Pretty face. Y/n quickly began to realise there were plenty of reasons for Rodrick to crush on her. Y/n was a nobody. She thought her face ugly, her style wack, her eyes too uneven. She hated, hated, hated herself and wished she looked like Heather.

"Oh. My. God. I just had the best fucking idea" Rodrick exclaimed with the dorkiest smile he could produce, each fine line below the thickness of his eyebrows seen under the dim lighting of his room.

"Hmm?" Y/n buzzed as she basked in the coolness of his sheets

"M'gonna throw a party" "Heather would definitely come, i mean its one of my parties we're talking about."

Flashbacks to Rodrick's last party hit y/n's head like a train when she remembered how chaotic and horrible the experience was. Drunk teens shouting and chugging unknown beverages, shoulders brushing against shoulders constantly as she tried to find a room she could breath in without having to see another damn couple absolutely devouring eachother. Each and every minuscule second she'd spent in that house made her want to puke. The sight that made her want to puke the most was Rodrick's clearly drunk self throwing himself onto Heather, eyes sparkly with hope whilst she just sat there smiling so sweetly it was sickening.

Quickly she was sent back to reality.

"D'you think that's a good idea?" she questioned, tired.

"Course it is! she always comes to my things"

"Kay' whatever you think is gonna earn you your little dream girl specimen."

"Trust me, this times different." That's what he always said.

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It's ok. It's ok. I-It's.... it's gonna be fine. she told herself as she admired the makeup she'd put on for tonight's occasion, she'd tried to copy one of Heathers famous looks, but quickly realised it didn't suit her skin so she stuck to her usual and hated herself for it. It was dreadfully the day of his party. The day that she'd have to witness him openly flirt with Heather just because he had an excuse to down a dozen bottles of cheap booze. She swiped a smear of lipstick that somehow ended up below her lip and sighed as she adjusted her shirt. Why do you always give in? Just confess you idiot. No! what the fuck am i thinking. she scrunched her nose and took a deep breath in, abusing her vanity with the pressure from the pads of her fingers.

She really really didn't want to go. She couldn't bare seeing Heather show up with her annoyingly perfect face, her perfect nose, her perfect hair, her stupidly sweet personality that everyone gaped over. Fuck it. She hated herself and wanted to forget that Rodrick even existed.

She found her not so hidden stash of weed she'd carelessly left under a pile of worksheets from her chemistry class, something ionic bonding. She didn't know how long it'd sat there for but it stained the ziplock bag a dull yellow. The bag was crinkled and smelled like the thought of Rodrick. Whenever she was upset or mad at Rodrick she'd smoke weed to drown the thoughts out but she slowly realised it was ruining the drug as a whole for her.

She rolled a joint in a random piece of paper she'd found thrown on her floor and lit up the end, taking a deep whiff of it, smile playing on her lips.

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"Animals.....Elephants....Tiguurrrsssss!" She slurred as she laid flat on her disheveled bed scrunching the sheets as her eyes formed stars around her ceiling. She got up abruptly, hair a mess and rubbed her eyes deepening the pressure with every second. "Rrrr... What time? Uggggh" She sighed as she reached for her phone. Her room was cloudy and smelled of green. Beside her were a few empty glasses so she took a sniff, curious. Happy juice? No, Vodka she thought. She saw the emptied out bottle of cheap convenience store alcohol by the side of her feet a long with the yellowed bag of weed which was empty. it'd been around 2 hours since she blacked out on her bed somehow thinking about how her fan looked like the shape of animals. Shit, fuck, ass, asshole! she muttered under her breath as she plopped back down.

"Why not? What's thurrr worst that could happennn?" she mumbled eyes fluttering as she picked up her bag and stumbled out her window, careful not to wake anyone. She took the route down the tree that always worked for her but in a clumsy fashion as she fumbled down the hard branches of her overgrown escape buddy. Craaack, Creeeeak. The continuous sounds made her annoyed. "Uggggfh can't everyone just shut up!!"

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There she was. Standing dumb, drunk and high in front of the booming house lit up by warm yellow light. She could already smell the familiar smell of cheap alcohol, body odour and weed. My kind of night she thought as she barely made her way to the entrance. There were already people outside partying like no tomorrow as some flipped their hair to some overplayed hip hop song that everyone knew. While some were more restricted, sipping on booze as they giggled with their friends. The true highschool experience y/n thought.

Bump.

"Hey! Watch it-"

"Y/n?"

It was someone with beautiful waves of blonde still visible from her clouded vision, pretty makeup and a perfect body. Heather.

"O-Oh hey Heather! Pretty little Heather Hills." Y/n slurred as her vision was still blurred

"Uhm... Y'alright?" She questioned looking back at her friends as if y/n was cuckoo.

"No. No. No. No! Y-you. You. You and your stupidly perfect self can go to hell!" y/n lashed out

"W-what? Y/n what the fuck is wrong with you?" Heather said clearly freaked out by the sudden aggression.

Tears started to cloud y/n's vision so she took in a deeeeep breath trying to suck in as much oxygen as she could.

"Fuck you. Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you! You- You're all he wants. Heather, heather, heather! My perfect little heather with her pretty little face!" Y/n cried out as her knees began to weaken. She had no sense of shame, embarrassment or anxiety. She was too blacked out for this. So blacked out she just blurted her deepest darkest thoughts.

A crowd began to form around them, some curious at the sudden shouting girl who was crumbling a part, vulnerable in front of some people she didn't even know the names of.

"W-what? What are you even saying y/n." Heather said confused and disturbed as she began to back away.

Warmth began to spread at the small of y/n's back. Rodricks hand.

"Y/n? Why the fuck are you screaming?- Y/n s-shit you're not alright." Rodrick hastily slung y/n's arm around his shoulder careful with her as if she was a piece of fine china.

"S-sorry bout' that Heaths, trust me she doesn't mean anything she's saying" Rodrick stutters clearly not drunk enough, nervous as he realises that Heather is clearly agitated.

"Y-yea. It's okay Rodrick. It's not your fault, just get her far from here kay?" Heather said with sympathy and those stupid doe eyes whilst placing a hand on his shoulder. This should've made him tremble with pleasure, but the fact that she'd talked about y/n as if she was a monster made him angry.

"Yea. Yea alright." Rodrick scoffed, lightly rolling his eyes before dragging y/n's blacked out figure up his carpeted staircase, the carpet grazing her knees creating a friction which burned satisfyingly on her kneecaps.

"Fuuuck. Fuck..." Y/n softly mumbled, head tilting to the side of his shoulder as he firmed his grip on the side of her shoulder. Shoulders.... shoulders are for friends, real girls get hands put on their waist. Not shoulders. She managed to conjure the thought in her hazed mind.

He struggled to open his door as y/n's body weight pressed into the side of him as he suddenly heard silent weeps of sorrow erupt from her lips.

He set her on the foot of his bed, careful not to drop her anywhere harsh.

"Y/n? Y/n what's wrong, you're like black out drunk." He asked now bending down with both hands on his knees.

He slowly caresses his hand over the hill of her cheekbone and shoves a fly of hair away from her puffy eyes.

"You....i... Im sick of you and- and her." She sighs as a hysterical tear falls from her eye. Her face was the saddest Rodrick had ever seen and this broke his heart.

"Me and... me and who y/n?" He said so softly as he began to crouch so so close to her, his eyes looking up into hers with genuine curiosity and care. The mention of her name fluttered her heart.

"Heather" She breathed out involuntarily sniffling.

"You don't like me talking about her?" He slowly asked as if all the dots were finally clicking together.

"That's a stupid question." He lowly chuckled as he swiped his thumb under the pad of her eyes.

"I.. I really- I really"

"You really what?" He said again so so softly

"I really like you." She blurted before she felt that familiar rush of heat rapture her face.

Rodrick's eyes glance down to her swollen lips and he feels a strong ache pill at his heart. His best friend just confessed about her underlaying fondness of him and he'd been an ass talking about Heather all the time. He imagined how bad it must've sucked all the damn time.

"I-I'm so sorry I- I always talked about her."

"No! don't fucking be sorry you idiotttt." She slurred

"You- You don't owe me anything." She smiled softly as she fluffed up his hair.

"Maybe..." This is wrong he thought

"Maybe i do owe you an apology." He said slow and steady as he glanced down to her lips and locked with it for the final time.

He slowly moved in to plant a soft kiss on her puffy lips and her eyes widened in surprise.

The kiss felt like heaven and she tasted like everything he was used to. A hint of cherry chapstick, a lot of weed and something coconut. His lips felt so soft against hers and she breathed in every second of the experience. She almost wanted to whine when he pulled away.

"I- Fuck."

Y/n's euphoric high was quickly ruined at the notice of him clearly regretting his decision.

"No- It's fine Rodrick. I get it, it was just a in the moment thing." She sighed as she put both her hands to her face rubbing her cheeks and eyes as if she was trying to rid off the pain in her heart.

"No, no, no! it's not that."

"I just..."

"Fuck it." He went in for another kiss.

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thank u for the request!! i hope this was enough to satisfy ur rodrick need lol, if u ever want a smutty end to this lmk but yarrrrr

[kaeddehara]

hey there! hope im not bothering you or anth, but i noticed ur ask box was open and i wanted to take the opportunity to request mean dom!kazuha breeding fem!reader out of jealousy bcos she was being a lil too friendly to an inazuman certain detective 🤭 (u can ignore this req tho if it makes u uncomfy!)

you’re not bothering me at all don’t worry love! i’m sorry it took me so long to get to your ask my apologies. THIS THOUGH. i can sooo see kazuha being so calm and collected even though it’s making him so worked up with how you look and talk to heizou. so by the time you both meet back up, he’s got you under him and making you say nothing but his name over and over <3.

warnings for breeding/creampie + possessiveness if that bothers any of you!!

“kazu- ha- fuck slow down-!”

you whined and seethed with all the overstimulation purging your body the moment you returned back to your shared home. kazuha was wasting no time whatsoever ripping your clothes off your body and sucking on every inch of your skin. letting it be know that you were all his.

“you’ll take what i give you”

his voice had become so harsh and words so straightforward—it barely reminded you of the kazuha you normally knew. and even though you could barley tell exactly what was going on, your body and mind were telling you that you loved his rough words. as much as you didn’t want to show it, you can’t help your bodies urges when it came to him.

“you’re getting quieter hm? still thinking about that red-haired detective? is he the one that’s got you all worked up and not me?”

his constant questions angered you to no end.

“what are you even think—nhg-ing? i only want you..”

even with how honeyed your words were, kazuha couldn’t say a damn thing. not with the way you smiled and looked at him. his hips slowed at your words and at his own thoughts. your eyebrows scrunched in worry that maybe you said the wrong thing and has upset your jealous baby even more. his hands slipped down to your v-line where he wasted absolutely no time pumping himself in and out of you and such a sickening rate. your fingers dug deep into the skin of his back, practically clawing at it and making deep, painful marks on his pretty pale back. your eyes rolled back and body completely his. only his name and panting came from your lips as he completed devoured your body whole.

“now you know who you belong to yeah? stop whining and take it”

a few whines and whimpers came stuttering out of your lips while you nodded your head profusely. his deep red eyes drifting from yours to where you were both connected. a thick, creamy ring at the base of kazuhas cock made him so proud of his work, along with more of his cum gushing out of you. he gently took himself out, already missing the warm feeling of being inside you before watching his cum gently drip out of your messy pussy. he put a hand to your inner thigh, using his thumb to get a better look at the mess he made you inside and out.

“now that detective knows to stay away from my girl”

in the midst of the after effects that were taking ahold of your body and mind, you still managed to smile at him and reassure him.

“i’m always all yours kazuha, no one’s gonna change that”

he nestled his head in the crook of your neck, leaving a few kisses before whispering his own words again,

“you’re all mine”

[fonksfvcks]

id be like slightly scared of letting idia eat me out because of his teeth like what if he bites me i dont wanna bleed when it aint shark week 😨

ahem, if you dont mind im gonna shift from idia to vil because i also stan that queen

what do you think vil's sex is like and his aftercare (hes probably really good with aftercare)

-idia simp anon but my signoff is now gonna be 🌹

also! if yr wondin i use xe/them, im agender :)

LMAO, i think idia would be hyper aware of it and even more anxious than you about it. i'd let him devour my pussy >:)

as far as vil?

i know this man gives the best hugs after he's done wrecking you. you'll be a mess, drool, tears, makeup smeared, lips puffy and swollen from biting at them, and he'll just hug you while you cry on his shoulder, trying to come down, and you'll instantly begin to feel whole again.

vil is the type to break you until you're feeling like nothing, and he would happily piece you back together. you know kintsugi where they take broken pottery and repair it and accentuate the old broken pieces with gold? he's the type to do that to you but physically and emotionally.

vil is so sweet, and i imagine he needs the aftercare just as much as you do. DOMS AND TOPS NEED AFTERCARE TOO. everything he does for you, he does for himself too. seeing you smile and cuddle into him while he gently wipes your face with a cloth to clean you up makes his heart melt, and he finds himself healing from going so rough on you. you're reassuring him just as much as he is you.

he's the type of man to clean you extensively, to pamper you, and rub your body with expensive lotions and oils after a bath, massaging your sore muscles and making you feel better.

he'll ask if you need anything, and regardless of your answer, he insists on a snack and water for both of you.

overall, i love vil, and vil would love you hard. every bit of his affection for you is in his touches, and he makes that very clear. he'd have a talk with you beforehand about your favorite aftercare, and do anything it takes to make sure you get exactly what you need.

also, i'm sorry this has been sitting in my inbox for so long, i hope you still love me, hehe

[haruchi-slit]

"AND IM BUSTIN' 21 TIMES ON HIS NOSE"

warnings: 18+ mdni, fem! reader, be cautious while reader some scenes might not be suitable for some readers, cunnilingus + 69ing + face riding / face sitting chi-list

thinking about higuruma convincing you to sit on his face for the first time, telling you that's it's gonna be fine and he can breathe even if you put your whole weight on his face...

so picture this...having a normal intimate session with your fiancee higuruma, till he asked you to seat on his face, "hon, c'mere- sit on my face" he purrs, and you were taken aback- "i can't- fuck" you debated as you bounced on his cock, "baby- s' gonna be alright, promise- make you feel good" higuruma grunts

"you won't be able to breathe- fu-ah" you moaned placing your hands on his chest.

"I'll find a way, please hon..." he pleads as his hands squeeze the fat of your ass, "fuck don't look at me with those pleading eyes hah...fine." you pout as you crawl towards his chest , "gonna make you feel so good, promise."

"fuck are you sure about this hiro?" he nods before pulling you towards his face, while you used your kneecaps as your support, "take a seat honey" you frowned "what do you mean "seat" you won't be able to breathe!" you murmured, "I'll find a way, c'mon baby put your full weight on me" you hesitated at first but you soon obliged slowly nestling on hiromi's face...as soon as you sat on hiromi's face he was quick to latch his mouth onto your cunt with no hesitation, as his nose graced your clit on each buck you made, "fuck hiro, just like that" you moaned as you reached for his dripping cock, giving it pumps while you instinctively grind your clit on his nose, hiromi might not be that good on his fingers but fucking hell he knows how to eat a pussy, you grunt softly as your cunt clenched around hiromi's nose. his hands glides on your thighs and breast as your other hand massaged higuruma's scalp grinding your cunt deep on to his face, "fuckfuckfuck 'm close-" you mewled gripping on his hair with both of your hands, bucking your hips on his face, as you feel your climax close, hiromi wasted no time to make you cum as he intensifies the speed of his tongue, slurping your sopped cunt, "ah ahh fuckk~!" you groaned as you released on his face, hiromi flipped on the other side of the bed before you could even notice pulling your thigh toward his face once more, as you faced his cock that's dripping with pre-cum, he spits on you cunt, using it as a lubricant making your pussy wetter, his mouth locked with your cunt before you could even process on what's happening, you once again, instinctively wrapped your hands on his dick before putting his member on your mouth, swirling your tongue on his tip making him grunt and send vibrations to your clit, you can feel your juices drip down hiromi's handsome face as he devours your cunt. fucking hell, it felt you're going to combust, you suck on higuruma's member with hazy eyes feeling the unbearable pleasure creeping once more on your abdomen, feeling hiromi's tongue in your gummy walls and clit, you gripped on higuruma's thighs as you swallowed him in your mouth, " 'm close ngh- " you moaned as your toes curled and your back arched, before cumming all over his face once more, "fuuu- hah!" you whimpered as you bob your head on his cock taking him full in your throat until your nose touched his balls, "mhmm- hah keep doing that baby I'm 's fucking clo-close!" you heard him murmur, before feeling higuruma's hands creeped on your ass spreading them apart before diving back on your puffed and sensitive cunt, you yelped softly in respond while desperately making him cum, feeling his cock throb inside your mouth and his balls tightening, hiromi gripped your ass apart harder gobbling down on your pussy like it was his last meal, moments after he paints your pretty mouth with his thick and creamy ropes of cum...before he pulls another orgasm from you again, and again and again...

" hiro-nghah..s'too much- ugh" you whimpered begging him to give you a break as he once again dive on your sensitive cunt, eating it like a starved man, "just one more baby, please and I'll let you rest" he uttered, he said that line a few minutes ago, you gripped on a handful of his hair as your body shook uncontrollably from pleasure as hiromi pulls another orgasm from you, at this point his pleasure was not on his priorities anymore, your is, as he spent the night nestled between your heavenly thighs diving your delicious cunt all night long.

a/n : I'm going to do some of you all's request, please slide thru my inbox hehe, thank you guys!

[brotherwtf]

Rewatching part 2 of mota and that scene with the RAF guys. The way that one guy was staring at Buck. Can we have jealous Bucky clocking the look and that being the reason he wanted to fight him? With hopefully a smutty happy ending?

MOTA PART 2 WILL ALWAYS BE FAMOUS IM ON MY KNEES

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John didn't blame Gale for not noticing the RAF prick basically ogling him. He, too, would ignore when slime looked at him the way this guy did with Gale, but he can't stop the ice that creeps up his spine.

Gale was attractive, no one on the air base could deny that, he looked exactly like the war bond posters back home with his perfectly quaffed hair and dashing smile. Everyone complimented him on how put together he was and how nice he smelled. Hell, even John knew how downright beautiful Gale was, but he hated how this British fuck was noticing as well.

He looked at Gale like he was a thing to be won, like something that he could talk pretty to and take him to bed at the end of the night. John bristles at the hooded expression he gives Gale when he puts a toothpick in his mouth. He wouldn't look at Gale the way this fuck looked at him.

Tensions reached a head when they started discussing their bombing tactics, suicide daylight missions or inefficient nighttime missions, and the RAF pilot finally leaned too close into Gales space in a seemingly friendly way. Tried to do the same thing John had done, cup Gale's jaw with his hands and smile at him dashingly.

But John intervened, placing a forceful hand on his shoulder and shoving him back in his seat. The man looked up at him with a playful grin, claiming he "didn't mean anything by it,". Gale stood up forcefully, pushing John back down in his seat and urging them to go outside and handle it like men.

Curt took a stand for Gale with pride, knocking the RAF pilot to the ground with a single jab, but John had managed to slink an arm around Gale's shoulder, leaned his nose into Gale's space and took in the wonderful aftershave he always wore. Even with the pilot on the ground, rage still bubbled inside John's stomach.

No one could take Gale from him, especially not some British fuck who only looks at him like he's an object. John looked at Gale like he was the whole world, and he was, to John.

He managed to slink off into a secluded alleyway just behind the pub, dragging Gale by the arm. He goes easily but with a confused expression on his face. When John turns to him and shoves his nose against Gale's jaw, he gasps.

"What has gotten into you?" Gale whispers, but makes no move to push John away.

His grip on John's uniform tightens when John kisses on the underside of his chin, licking a lewd stripe down to the hollow of his neck. He kisses the skin gently and tugs it into his teeth, careful not to mark but still pulling a breathy sigh from Gale.

"Didn't like the way that RAF prick was looking at you, Buck. Like you were something to be won," John mutters, pulling Gale closer into his chest and kissing possessively on his neck again.

Gale sighs, wrapping his arms around John's shoulders and shoving his head into John's curls. He moans a breath louder when John finally kisses him, something deep and devouring from the start. Gale's lips move easily with John's, taking John's tongue into his mouth almost as soon as John presses their lips together. John's hands come up to hold Gale's face, rubbing his thumb across Gale's cheek and threading his fingers into the short locks just behind his ears.

Gale's hands bravely find the buttons of John's uniform, not unbuttoning him but gently slipping his fingers into the material so he could feel a touch of John's skin. It makes John groan something sinful against Gale's lips, and he deepens the kiss, breathing in deep to take all of Gale in.

"Want you all to myself, you're all mine, Gale," John whispers and kisses Gale again, breathing in the moan that escapes Gale's lips.

not gonna finish this porn rn, might finish it a little later if y'all want it 👀

[gh0stsp1d3r]

stalker pt 2??

luke castellan brainrot 😵‍💫😵‍💫

sorry this took me so long anon, me too!!

𝒮𝓉𝒶𝓁𝓀ℯ𝓇， 𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉 𝓉𝓌ℴ

Part 1, masterlist

He swallowed, working up the courage to knock on your cabins door and explain to you what had happened. You had found him out, how?

Just as he was about to knock, Clarisse opened the door, catching him red handed. She stared at him, confused as she stood in front of him.

“Hey… Clarisse.” He said, awkwardly laughing.

“Hey, stalker.” She said, chuckling quietly to herself and walking away, furrowing her eyebrows when she saw you inviting him inside.

“You told Clarisse.” He said, clearing his throat.

“She’s my sister, why wouldn’t I have? Sit down, stalker boy.” You were teasing him. He pulled up a chair as you laid on your bed, fiddling with a lighter. He furrowed his eyebrows.

“How’d you get that?”

You shrugged, “I can get out of here, you know? Im a counselor too.”

“Yeah but I never actually…” he sighed, “anyways, I was just trying to…”

“Mmm. This is gonna be good.” You sat up now, putting the lighter on the side.

“I’m not a stalker.” He said simply.

“I saw you peeking through my window. And then I was just like it’s a coincidence. Nope, cause I saw you in the woods the other day. Then the lake.” You chuckled at the lake part, remembering how you had purposefully taken off your clothes slowly and left him to stare at you in your bikini.

His eyes widened at it, a blush on his face. He stayed quiet as he looked at the ground. He got up, and he got on his knees, in front of your bed. You furrowed your eyebrows, looking down at the man now.

“I’m sorry. I’m really, really sorry-“ he was going to continue his apology when you pressed a finger to his lips.

“You’re fine, stalker. I liked it. I would be lying if I said that it wasn’t hot. It’s cute you’re on your knees though.”

His cheeks turned an even darker shade, he was embarrassed, but you were making him more nervous by the second the way you glanced at his lips and back at him like you wanted to devour him whole.

You leaned in, pressing your lips softly against his. He was stunned for a moment, but kissed back quickly. It was one that set a fire ablaze in you.

The way you slid your tongue in his mouth, the way his mouth moved against yours with the same passion and energy, and the way he stood up slowly, softly pushing you down onto the bed, his body in between your legs. It was all perfect.

You grabbed onto his hair, pulling on it roughly. His head tilted back with a whimper, making you smile to yourself. He was gorgeous that way.

He was going to be fun.

[miniversse]

⭑ “snowbound” pt.3 ⭑

╰┈➤ OTHER PARTS ⭑ bang chan x female reader

⭑ content includes: oral (m receiving), hickeys, established relationship, non-idol chan, non-idol reader, work relationship, use of pet names (channie, baby, babe, princess), releasing, mentions of shower sex

⭑ note: last part of this series! i’m gonna miss it loads. not too much build up you can live hehe. lmk what you think!

⭑ minors dni

⭑——————————————————⭑

your hands are wrapped around his hard chest, and your legs were squeezed up to keep you warm from the winter mornings. before your mind could think of what breakfast to make today or what chans schedule will look like, you’re struck with memories of yesterday night, and that you and chan are no longer friends with benefits…

you let your mind relax, taking in the peaceful moment and listening to chans quiet snores. you let your fingers run over his biceps and you left a small pec on them, lingering to take in his morning scent. chan let out a grumble and pulled the blankets up to cover his chest.

“channie~ get up so we can make breakfast”

his head sharply turns to face you, and his eyes were bulging out of his face. it took him a few seconds to also remember yesterdays series of events and his head falls back down on the pillow, letting out a hearty laugh.

“good morning princess”

“���cmon, i’ll make us pancakes” you jump out of bed and slap his ass jokingly, racing to the kitchen before he can chase after you.

by the time chan came over, you had set the table and mixed up the batter to cook it. his heavy steps approach you from behind and he wraps his arms around your stomach and lets his head fall in the nook between your shoulder and head.

“can we relax for a bit? im still hungover and my body aches”

“don’t we have work today? i barely have time to have breakfast with you and rush home to get ready”

“its newcomers training today, we have a day off” his nose grazes the inside of your neck, the cold metal of his piercing sending chills throughout your body.

you let out a sigh of relief. “thank god, i thought i’d have to get another written warning today”

“even if we did have work, i think we would be too busy to make it. hm?” he lets a breath escape from his lips and it graces your neck. he sucked and nibbled at the skin below your neck, moving his mouth down to mark another spot, your head fell back to fall onto his shoulders and you let go of the whisk, leaving it to chan to mix up a storm inside of you.

“pancakes sound great, but i can start your morning in another way.”

he turns his back to a counter and keeps his gaze on you, waiting for you to act. from day one you could tell that your boyfriend was heavily turned on in the mornings, and he wouldn’t let you go until you obeyed him. so you grab the claw clip next to the long forgotten mixing bowl and twist your hair up.

“come here” he stretches his hand out and brings you close to his body, connecting your mouths together. his body brought you warmth on this cold day, and he would do so for as long as you stay together. you let go from his touch, and brought yourself down, along with his shorts. his cock bulged from his underwear, waiting to be loved. he helps you in stripping his lower body bare.

“be good for me princess. hm?”

you nod, your mouth watering at the sight of his thick dick leaking of precum. you lick it off and plant a small kiss on his tip, warming up to his touch. you notice his breath getting faster and he gets impatient, placing his hand on the back of your head waiting for you to devour him whole. you close your eyes and open your mouth wide, taking him in and adjusting to his size. he lets out a long groan as your mouth dives deeper and deeper to take in his lengthy dick, the saliva coating your mouth covers his length and you continue to suck him with passion.

“holy shit, keep going princess” he whispers and lets his other hand hold onto the counter edge as you moved faster and took more of him in.

you tried your best to not choke on him yet keep him satisfied but it was difficult with him pushing your head further and controlling your pace. you slightly gag and retreat for a moment before you kept going. his head shot back and he let out consecutive grunts and whimpers, attempting to clear his dry throat. his length jerks in your mouth and he moves his hand from the counter edge to helping himself reach his release, pumping his cock as you licked his tip and moved back up again. his endless streams of cum fill up your dry mouth, and you swallow with every release he has. he watches you do so, agaped.

you bring yourself back up to fall on his chest, panting in symphony as you regain your breathing rhythm. his hand rubs up and down your back, planting pecks at the top of your head.

“thank you baby”

his kisses and touches continued in the shower. you promised each other to take separate showers and resist each other but it was difficult when you were both snowbound, and the warm water crashing on the both of you wouldn’t melt that away.

⭑ FIN

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