#big o puddle

[nottheweirdest]

Had to get involved in the love fest to say I found your writing maybe month ago, and since have read everything you've written, some of it many multiple times!!

You're an excellent writer, your characterisation of Sonic and Shadow is just spot on! Though I don't think I'd have counted myself a Sonadow shipper before I guess I am now!

It just makes perfect sense!

It's a joy to read your work and obviously I'm highly addicted! Thank you so much for continuing to post for us thirsty readers. Cannot wait to read the new masks chapter later 🙌🏻 and literally everything else you ever publish ❤️❤️

🥺😭🙏You're too sweet to me I stg.... Thank you so much 💖💖💖

That's so much reading, and to read some more than once?? That's on the list of best things you can say to a writer. You liked it so much you wanted to consume it again 🥰

I'm honored you like my characterization of them. I sure do love those two idiots (obviously lol) and would like to personally welcome you onboard the good ship Sonadow!! I hope you enjoy your stay 🖤💙 They really do just... go together

I'm gonna print this ask out and hang it on my wall so whenever I get insecure or sad I can read it again 💗 Truly thank you! I hope you keep enjoying Masks. I have so many other wips it's insane. The sonadow brainrot is powerful lol

[captainxandis]

Oh we floodin!

[yanderedrabbles]

Yandere Neighbour - Noncon

With your electricity out and your devices dead, you have no choice but to turn to your neighbour for help. He's more than willing to welcome you into his home. Really, you're lucky he's such a nice guy.

Tags: male yandere x gender neutral reader, noncon, somno, just the tip anal, daddy kink but only if you squint, 3.3k words

Living in the middle of nowhere had its perks. Privacy. Untouched nature. Peace and quiet.

But after the third day with no electricity, those perks were starting to look pretty damn weak. Your fridge was sitting in an ever expanding puddle. Almost all your devices were dead. And if you had to take one more cold shower you were going to cry.

It was when you were digging through your drawer looking for desperately needed batteries that you found your neighbour's number. He'd offered it to you a little while after you moved in, and while you two were on friendly terms, you'd never actually spoken for longer than a few minutes. You sighed, looked at the 10% left on your phone and decided that desperate times called for desperate measures.

You: hey, it's me. I still haven't got any power. Do you mind if I come over to charge some stuff?

He replied almost instantly.

Unknown: aww that sucks

Unknown: come on over. I've got hot stew and a generator

Unknown: and you can take a hot shower too if you want

Score. And to think you found him intimidating at first. Just goes to show that you can't judge on appearances. You packed a change of clothes, your devices and the last tub of ice cream that wasn't totally melted. You'd find some way to properly pay him back but a tub of chocolate fudge double cream wasn't a bad way to start.

He was waiting on his porch when you pulled up. A bear of a man in a flannel and blue jeans, a five o' clock shadow darkening his jaw.

"Howdy neighbour," he drawled, opening your door for you while you grabbed your stuff. "Regretting leaving the city yet?"

You huffed a laugh. "You do NOT want to know the answer to that."

His cabin was much larger than yours, a two storey behemoth with wide windows and exposed beams. It had a rustic charm - like some natural park Air BnB where they charged a weeks pay for just one night. A little too big for just one man. Didn't he get lonely?

"I brought some ice cream and chocolate to say thank you. And also because it miiight have been melting."

He opened the door for you and ushered you through with a hand on your lower back.

"Hell, I'll never say no to something sweet."

There was a fire burning in the fireplace and a stack of logs in a crate next to it. He was so much better suited to this life than you were. He locked the door behind you and slipped the keys into his pocket.

"Old habit," he explained with an easy grin.

"Why don't you get settled? I'll plug your stuff in."

You handed over your tech with a relieved sigh.

"Thank you. Really. I'm so behind on work already and I haven't heard anything back from the power company."

"I wouldn't hold my breath," he said. "Once ended up going a week straight with not even a light bulb flickering."

You winced. "It gets that bad?"

"Yep. Especially in winter. Gets dangerous then too."

He tilted his head at you, concerned. "You need to get yourself better sorted before it starts snowing. I hate to think of you stuck out there when the blizzards start rolling in."

God, could you be any more of a city slicker? You rubbed your neck, embarrassed.

"Thanks. I've been here a few months now and I guess I just didn't realise how serious things can get."

"It's all good. But if I'm honest, I get worried thinking about you out there all alone. Plenty of drifters end up passing through. Not a good place to be alone, not for a little thing like yourself."

Little? You wanted to feel indignant, but looking at his bulk, you reckoned that most folk probably seemed little to him.

He lead you to the fireplace and poured you a mug of coffee from the pot that was waiting for you. He jerked his head at the hunting rifle on display above the mantle.

"I can teach you to shoot, if you've got some free time."

You took a sip of the coffee, internally debating with yourself. You could see the sense in your offer but you weren't a big fan of guns. Hell, just being around them was nerve wrecking enough. Maybe -

You looked down at your mug in surprise.

"This is some really good stuff."

The coffee was strong, bitter in the best sort of way. You could catch a hint of chocolate in it too. Just sweet enough to make your toes curl.

" 'Course. Only the best for my guest. Help yourself to another cup. I'll just put your stuff on charge and be right back."

You finished your drink in a few sips and happily poured a second serving. Hot coffee... man, you didn't think three days without it would be so tough. Usually, you were pretty sensitive to caffeine. But by the time your neighbour came back, your head was tilted back and you were half asleep.

You tried to shake yourself out of it but he just laughed and pushed you back down.

"You probably haven't had a good sleep since the power went out. Just rest. We can talk once you wake up."

"I'm sorry..."

"It's fine." His hand was still on your shoulder, thumb rubbing small circles into your neck. "It's just fine with me."

You drifted off after that. Into a deep sleep without any dreams. Waking up was like slogging through molasses.

"Finally up sleepy head?"

It was dark outside and your neighbour was on one knee in front of the fire place, coaxing fresh wood to catch.

You sat up slowly. Your muscles ached and there was a strange, salty taste on your tongue.

"My heads killing me..."

He stood, poker still in his hand. "You must be starving then. I've already got some food on the stove. You'll feel better after you eat."

You didn't feel hungry at all. If anything, you felt almost hangover.

"Thanks," you managed. "I'm sorry to be such a bother."

He waved you away. "I don't mind a bit."

He came back with a bowl of steaming hot chow and stood with his arms crossed on the back of your couch while you ate.

"It's real late. I reckon you should stay over. I don't want you driving on dirt when it's so dark."

"Oh, it's fine. I've already put you out so much."

"Don't be silly. I insist."

You shivered without meaning to. That almost growl, low and bordering on menacing. It was so familiar, so...

"Just like that. Look at you, half asleep and still desperate for my cock."

"You like the taste? Yeah, I bet you fucking do."

"Ain't just gonna use your mouth next time."

You squeezed your eyes shut. Where the hell was this coming from? Were you remembering some sick dream from this afternoon?

"You okay there neighbour?"

You nodded. "Just my head."

Maybe he was right. Driving when you were so disorientated was just asking for trouble.

"If you really don't mind... I'll be happy to sleep over."

He laughed, a deep, rumbling thing. "I'll make the guest room up special, just for you."

"Could I use your shower too?"

"I offered didn't I? Come on, I'll show you where it is."

He took you to the master bedroom and jerked his thumb at the en-suite.

"Hot water is the most reliable in there. Door doesn't close that well though, so don't mind it. I'll be downstairs when you're done."

You brushed your teeth carefully. You lips felt sore, bruised in a way you couldn't explain.

You waited until you heard his footsteps going down the stairs before you stripped off your clothes. You stood under the hot water for a good few minutes, luxuriating in the feeling. The bathroom was thick with steam when you finally got to scrubbing yourself. The door was open just a crack and the bedroom beyond was dark. You forgot all about it until you heard the creak of the hinges.

You whirled to face the door, your hands coming up to cover yourself. The steam was too thick to see through. You called his name.

Nothing.

You stepped out with suds still on your thighs and pushed the door open. The room beyond was empty.

You sighed. God, you were being paranoid. Your neighbour was a great guy. It was unfair of you to treat him like a peeping tom when he'd gone out of his way to make you comfortable. It must have been just an errant draught.

You stepped back into the shower and rinsed yourself off. But no matter what you told yourself, you still kept an eye on the door.

When you went to change into your fresh clothes, you spent at least five minutes hunting for your underwear. Did you drop it somewhere? Oh, please say your undies weren't just sitting in the middle of his hallway. That would be beyond embarrassing.

Eventually you gave up and just decided to go without them. Not comfortable at all but still better than walking around in a towel to look for them. And much better than calling your neighbour in to help. Wouldn't that be fun? 'Hey neighbour that I don't know that well, you haven't seen my intimates lying around, have you?' Yeah, you'd never again get invited over after something like that.

When you were dressed, you found him already on his way up the hall. He was carrying a glass of water and some pills.

"Thought you might still have a headache, so I brought you some painkillers."

You paused, nervous but not sure why.

"Thanks." His hands dwarfed yours when he handed them over. You didn't recognise the name of on the pills, but they looked harmless. You tossed them back and gagged at the bitter aftertaste.

"They pack a punch, so tell me when you start to get drowsy."

"Aye aye captain."

You followed him to the guest room. It was at the very back on the second story, quieter than the rest of the house. A huge glass wall gave you a view of the forest disappearing into the darkness. You could see the ghost of your reflection in the glass, your neighbour a hulking, shapeless mass at your shoulder.

He took a seat in an armchair across form the bed and stretched out his legs. You perched on the edge of the mattress, still feeling a bit like an intruder.

"How long have you been staying out here?” you asked.

He smiled at you, teeth glinting almost wolf-like. "Got you curious?"

"A little. Folk in town say they hardly see you. I don't know... I'm just wondering if you ever get lonely."

He was quiet and you cursed yourself for being so nosy. You hurried to fill the silence.

"It's just that I get a bit lonely out here too. 'Specially when it's so quiet. And I guess I was wondering if it's the same for you."

He smiled at you, rueful. "At times. Used to be worse, but I've got a new interest to keep me occupied nowadays."

"Oh yeah? What?"

"Bird watching."

"Really? What do you look for?"

The way the room was lit up, you couldn't see his eyes. They fell into shadow and you only had his lips to read his emotions by. He smirked, slow and almost mocking.

"Just one bird I look out for. Flighty little thing. Tends to get caught by predators a lot. You’d probably recognise it."

The polite thing to do would be to ask what it was called. You didn't. Some part of whispered that you wouldn't like the answer.

You must have been quiet a little too long because he took it as his cue to leave. He stood, a mountain of muscle, his eyes not quite as nice as they seemed that afternoon. A trick of the light, surely. He wouldn't hurt a fly.

"You rest up. Got a busy day tomorrow."

"G'night."

He was gone before you thought to ask what he meant. And you were passed out on your pillows before you realised it. He was right. The pills sure did pack one hell of a punch.

You were aware of a shadow at the end of your bed. You weren't fully awake, and your limbs were slow and heavy with more than just sleep.

"Who..."

The shadow reached down and one warm paw circled your ankle.

"Just me little bird."

You knew that voice. It was the voice that brought you warm food and invited you in from the cold. You could trust it. Could go back to sleep and not worry about anything.

'No,' some part of you hissed, 'He's not as safe as you think.'

"Cold..."

The shadow laughed and it was the laugh of the fox finding the rabbit's den. Nasty. Hungry.

"Cold huh? Don't worry baby. I'll warm you right up."

He yanked your ankle towards him and your whole body slid down the bed. You were too drowsy to stop it.

"Knew you were gonna be mine the second I saw you," he cooed, hands running up your thighs.

His fingers slipped under your waistband, nails scraping your hip bones.

"Dumb little thing from the city. Doesn't even realise I've tripped all their breakers. That's why you don't have power baby. It's all me."

His fingers were as big as the rest of him. Thick, meaty. Skin rough from working outdoors. You whined when his fingertips scraped the edges of your hole.

"No underwear. You needy slut. That's practically a written and signed invitation to fuck you."

He pulled your pants down to your ankles and pushed your knees up to your stomach. And you were too out of it to stop him. Limp and pliable as a fuck doll.

Your tight ass was exposed to the cold air, entirely at the mercy of whatever he wanted to do.

"Cute." He circled his thumb around the rim, almost pushing in but not quite. "Wanted to be in this ass since you first showed up at my door all those months ago. Lookin' up at me all sweet. Fuck, it's enough to drive a man to desperation."

He lowered his head and you could feel his warm breath washing over your thighs.

He dragged his tongue across your hole. Some part of you must have been more awake than the rest, because your whole body jerked away from him.

"None of that," he cooed, hands digging into your thighs and dragging you back. "I haven't even gotten started yet."

He licked you again, deeper this time. The flexed tip of his tongue pushing at your entrance, and to your dull horror, actually slipping in. He moaned and you could feel the vibrations all through your crotch.

He pulled out and spat, rubbed it in with his fingers. One of them pushed in until the second joint, curling into your walls so rough that you gasped.

"Please..."

"Please what?" he mocked. "Please fuck my tight little ass? Please cum inside me? Use your words little bird."

"Please...stop..."

That made him laugh again, made him shove his finger in all the way to the knuckle. Twisting so cruelly as he pulled out and jerked back in.

"Stop? Stop? After all the work it took to get you here? No way baby. I'm not slowing down and I'm sure as fuck not stopping."

You heard the sound of his belt unbuckling, followed by a sharp intake of breath when he nudged his leaking head against your hole.

"You’re not going to remember this. And I'm not going to leave any evidence."

He pushed your legs tighter against your chest.

"So as much as I want to fuck you rotten, you're gonna have to be happy with just the tip."

He'd done a good job loosening and lubing you, but it still burned like a hot poker when he forced his way in. He groaned, almost in pain.

"You're fucking choking me. God, do you want my cum so bad?"

You could feel when the tip was in. That tiny difference in thickness between his head and shaft was oh so noticeable when your ass was clenching and fluttering around it. It was the smallest mercy, but mercy nonetheless.

He was panting from the effort of getting it in, the effort of holding back. The size difference between you almost perverse. Like a draft stallion trying to mount a pony. In every way, he was just too fucking big.

He spat in his hand and brought it to his cock, ran his palm up and down his shaft with sickly wet strokes. The combination of his palm and your squeezing ass was fucking delicious.

He had great stamina but fuck if it didn't feel like you were milking him.

He let go long enough to smack your ass. It almost finished him. You clenched around him so hard it felt like his tip was getting fucking crushed.

"Shiiiit, you're the best hole I've ever had. Can't wait 'til I can go all the way."

You whined, pitiful as snared prey. There were words there, though they were too slurred to make out. Something about Daddy and please and stop. He ignored you.

He pushed in a little deeper and watched your face scrunching up. So helpless, so fucking caught. That was what did it. The knowledge that he could do this to you at any point and you'd be helpless to stop it.

He came inside you, snarling through clenched teeth, his fingers digging into your thigh hard enough to bruise. You'd notice the marks in the morning and chalk it up to just being clumsy. But he'd know. He'd see the bruises peeking out from the hem of your shorts and his cock would twitch just a little at the memory of leaving them.

His cock pulsed. Shot strings of spunk deep inside you. You could feel it. Hot, too hot. Gross. Make it stop. Get it out.

He pulled out with a wet pop. His cum drooled down and he took a minute to work it back into you with his finger. Your hole was gaping just a little and it made his balls pulse. If he had the time...

"A real fucking mess. And on my good sheets too. You're a terrible guest."

He mopped up whatever cum remained with a balled up piece of martial that he pulled from his pocket. Even in you stupor, you recognised it as your missing underwear.

"Terrible guest, but the perks of having you around are pretty fucking sweet."

He dropped your knees back to the mattress, pulled your pants back into place and roughly yanked the duvet over you. He grabbed your jaw and smiled at the lost, drowsy look in your half open eyes.

"Got a big day tomorrow. Gonna wake up and find your whole house was flooded. Ruined. Gonna have nowhere to stay but with me."

He sounded smug. It made your guts twist.

Outside, the night grew quiet. A predator was hunting and most prey knew better than to catch its attention.

"I made sure of it. All your family and friends in the city are away from home. There's no one around to help you out..."

He tightened his grip just enough to watch the fear start dancing in your eyes.

"No one...except me."

He let you go and smiled that same warm, comforting smile from that afternoon.

"Dumb little thing. Got no clue how your water mains work, do you? Got no idea how easy they are to sabotage."

He tutted. "Got me so damn busy. I'm gonna have to run to your place, fuck shit up and be back here before you wake up for real."

He traced his index finger over your lips and left behind a sticky coating of spunk. You'd wake up tasting salt again, with no memory of why.

"But it's fine. I forgive you. After today we'll have plenty of time together. Rest of our lives in fact. So just sleep tight and forget what you think you've dreamed."

There are perks to living in the middle nowhere. Privacy. Untouched nature. Peace and quiet.

There are perks, but unfortunately for you, your neighbour isn't one of them.

[bedoballoons]

Helloooo! May I request Zhongli, Itto, Neuvillette, and Tighnari's s/o asking them to make her a mommy?

Oh what a wonderful idea~

─⊰💕𝔾𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟 ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤����⊰─

{༻~Make me a mommy, pretty please~༺}

CW: NSFW, MDNI!!, Fem! Reader, breeding kink, no protection, slight mommy kink, creampie, slight mention of nipple play, scratching, big d*ck, and rough s*x!

Names used on the reader: Itto: Princess and Tighnari: Mutt, Neuvillette: My love

(Includes: Itto, Zhongli, Tighnari, and Neuvillette!)

𑁍༄Itto:

"I-i want to be a mommy, mmnhhg please Itto! C-cum inside!" You moaned loudly into the air, your nails digging into the large onis back as he nearly split you in two. You were a puddle beneath him, soaking the bed as he filled you past your limit with his thick cock, god you couldn't even see straight with how hard he was fucking you into the mattress.

He paused his movements, looking at you with this knowing glint in his eyes and smirk that left your legs quivering even more then they had been. He lifted up your chin and licked his lips, "You gonna carry my child for me like a good princess, give me a perfect baby~"

You couldn't even respond only weakly nod under his gaze and oh how he enjoyed seeing you so weak under him, "Then lets make sure you get pregnant tonight~"

𑁍༄Zhongli:

"I w-wanna be a mommy, wanna carry your b-babies, mmnhhg!" You gasped your words in between his messy kisses, your body screaming for him to fill it with his seed, oh archons you didn't even know what had gotten into you but your urges had you clenching around his hard cock like it was the end of the world if you didn't. Your hands held bunches of his hair and with ever thrust of his hips you were almost blinded with ecstasy, the rest of existence drowned out as he groaned into your mouth "Mnhghh~"

He pulled away long enough to look you in the eyes, his gleaming yellow orbs shining like he intrigued by your request...you almost wanted to look away with how intense of a stare he somehow managed to hold while he still thrusted into you. "That's no trouble at all, I'll breed you until you're swarming with my offspring. Till your perfect body can't handle anymore and then just as it's healed up, I'll do it all again~"

𑁍༄Tighnari:

"T-tighnar-i nhhg! Let me h-have your child, make me a mommy mnnh!! P-pleaseee" You gripped the sheets so hard your fingers where turning white, but it felt so good you were basically in a bath of your own heat. His cock destroying your tight pussy from behind you and the angle he was at reaching the places that made your eyes roll into the back of your head. You needed him to put a baby in, you just needed it animalistic instincts taking over when his teeth left imprints in your neck "F-fuck please mmnh! Please!!"

His hands slid up from where they'd been playing with your sensitive nipples and he pulled your whole body away from the mattress, your back up against his chest as he whispered into your ear, "My mutts so eager to be a mommy hmm, you gonna take every bit of my cum then? Cause I won't stop till you're overflowing~"

𑁍༄Neuvillette:

You let your head fall back as a loud desperate moan escaped you, your hips moving on their own as your desperately rocked into his massive cock, every inch of it making you feel like you were being torn apart but god it was so good you couldn't stop, "Neuvill-ette Mnhgh! O-oh god, please cum inside. M-make me a mommy! F-fuck please!!"

He groaned into your ear, his grip on your body growing tighter like he'd just forgotten every other thing but your request and how wonderful your pussy felt around him, "You want me to make you a mommy...you want to carry my child?" He forced you down onto him roughly and you absolutely screamed in joy, "Y-yes! Fuck yes!!"

"Then consider it done my love, just remember that you never get pregnant first try and I don't plan on going easy on you~"

ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚~Have a nice day!~*⁠.⁠✧

[torusbitch]

“PUSSY SO GOOD MAKE HIM DO WHAT I SAY, MAKE HIM DO WHAT I SAY….” NEVER LOSE ME .

content: suguru geto x fem!reader. unprotected sex, overstimulation n more nsfw mdni!

When it comes to you.. Suguru is whipped. And not just romantically. He’s a hundred percent pussy whipped.

But how couldn’t he be? How couldn’t he be with the way you just take him so good..? The way you squeeze his literal soul out of him? The way you ride him like there’s no tomorrow?

“Ah fuckkkk!!! Fuckkk-mm.. baby this pussy must’ve been made f’me- ohh shittt..”

Hands wrapped around his shoulders. Your hips moved deliberately. Grinding and rolling however you pleased. Your nails dug into his skin, so tightly that they’d definitely leave some marks. Suguru didn’t complain once. He was too busy.. too busy trying to cherish the feeling of your pussy fluttering around him mercilessly as your hips moved up and down.

“Ohmygod-oh.. sugu- too big..” your whined mindlessly. Lips parted and eyes rolling backwards as you ignored the growing ache in your legs. He filled you up so good. So fucking good. His dick was more thick than lengthy. Stretching you out so deliciously and making your thighs hurt.

Suguru felt his cock twitch continuously when your hips moved slowly in a circle. He swore this must be what heaven is. Head thrown back and hair splayed over his face and body, lips parted in a permanent ’o’ shape as he lewdly groaned and moaned.

Your pussy squeezed him so hard he felt like he might pass out. “Fuck baby-mm.. hips sent straight from hell.” He cursed, voice cracking as he tried to hold back his pathetic whines. But he couldn’t.

You buried your face in his neck, face heating up with the squelchy sounds echoing in the room. You moaned loudly, feeling like your brain was going into overdrive—your body too.

Suguru couldn’t help it, couldn’t help how he digged his fingers in your skin. Couldn’t help how his hips thrusted up unexpectedly.. you felt so good- too good. He just couldn’t fucking take it anymore.

He felt himself losing all his sanity. The way you squeaked in surprise didn’t help at all. “Aah!!- sugur- fuck.. fuck- ohmygoddd-mmm”

And once he started, he didn’t stop.

You were almost sure that this is a dream. The way he rammed up into you with such an intense speed made you shudder. Your whole body twitching as your wetness spread down your thighs. The filthy sound of his hips smacking up into yours clouding your mind.

‘It was logical’ you thought.. logical how you tried to run away. He was going too fast- too harsh- as if on instinct your body closed up. Back arching as your legs closed, squeezing him tightly as you wailed. Arms flailing as you pushed him away.

Suguru laughed loudly, moans occasionally slipping from his lips as he slammed his hips upwards. Gripping you and keeping you in place. “No baby. Don’t do this, don’t try to run from me. Don’t try to.. mm fuckk.. take this pussy away from me. Don’t you dare.” He groaned, eyes darkening at the sight of you.

You weren’t sure how long had passed, weren’t sure when he suddenly had you laying down on your stomach. But what you were sure of.. is that the amount of times you came shouldn’t be possible.

The silky sheets underneath both your bodies was stained excessively. Puddles and sprays of come and liquid coating it.

You couldn’t even moan at this point. Lips dropped in a silent scream as you buried your face in the fluffy mattress. You could hear Suguru talking, blabbing some none sense about wasting his seed.

“Can’t lose a drip baby.. okay? Yeah? Gotta spend it all on- aagh.. on this fucking pussy, ‘kay? Gotta fill you up till your stomach’s swollen, hm..? Till you’re so damn full that- oh god.. that you can’t take anymore.” He whined mindlessly, not even sure of what he was saying.

It’s safe to say he’s pussy drunk. Hands smacking and gripping your ass roughly. Watching in satisfaction as your pussy greedily swallowed him up. You could feel your self crying, silently wheezing as you felt your breath get knocked out of you over and over with each single thrust..

“So tight f’me baby.” He groaned, his hips quivering as he felt him self nearing another high. He placed his hands on your lower back, forcing you to arch even more as his pace got sloppy.

He folded over you, chest sticking to your back. Most of his weight falling down on you as he groaned, hands wandering over your skin. And as he came, his whole body shuddered.

Hips slowly stuttering as his hot come filled you up almost instantly. His eyes fluttered shut as he fell on top of you, his thrusts slowing down as he cursed loudly.

Even after stopping, he never pulled out. Only hugged you closer to him. Placing kisses on the back of your neck.

“Fuck baby think you milked me dry.”

A/N: whewwwwww I need him baad !! Hope u enjoyed:p comments ‘n reblogs are very much appreciated (‘- . -)

[these-posts-arent-real]

Oh StarClan... your dash has turned into warrior cats again.

#sorry <3 #this one has parts that are based off of that #one post rhats like "if there were cat-people #do you think calico tboys would try to dye over their patches"

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🔁 🍲 ex-thundrclan-kipper Follow reblogged

🍲 ex-thundrclan-kipper Follow

Me & Night (my mate)!!!

🏞 trouttail-prefers-bass Follow

:O Kip's mate has finally been revealed!!! And his name is Night? Cooool.

🍲 ex-thundrclan-kipper Follow

Yeah haha. Technically his full name is Night Hunter, Bringer of Darkness, but it feels so weirdly formal calling him that, so I usually stick to just Night.

#life #kittypet #collar tw #cw collars #id in alt text

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I find it really funny when I see cats on here vaguepost about big blogs. Like cmon mouse-brain everyone here knows who you're talking about. Just say their name.

#this is about that one mommy blogger shitting on kipper the kittypet #btw #in case some of you couldnt tell #would be funny if it wasnt so stupid

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🥬 rxttencatmint Follow

Hahaaaaa.... my mother found out ive been slowly dyeing my ginger patches black...

🪺 robbbinpaw Follow

Why would you do that??? Being a tortie is so cool, I wish I had ginger patches! They're so pretty, why do you want to get rid of them???

🥬 rxttencatmint Follow

Uhm. Gender dysphoria??

Like. I know cis male tortoiseshells exist but they're so rare that most cats take one look at me and go "oh, tortie, must be a girl" and that hurts.

🪺 robbbinpaw Follow

OH STARCLAN im so sorry Rot i wasnt even thinking about you being trans, I probably sounded really insensitive... I do understand what you're saying now.

Didn't even ask, how did your mom take it? Does she know why?

🥬 rxttencatmint Follow

You're fine <3 I get it. And no, she uh.. has no clue why I did it, she thinks I'm in my "emo phase" or something.

🐍 xviper-the-fagx

Uhh unrelated but what do you use to dye your fur?? Asking for... science...

#"science" meaning i am also a tortie tboy #well technically i'm calico but ykwim

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🔁 🦋 lalala-bluegaze Follow reblogged

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I can't be the only one here who thinks it's unfair to allow kittypets on this site. Posting pictures of themselves and their mates inside of the twolegplace, influencing the young kits on this site to abandon their Clans... surely everyone else sees the problem with this as well.

This is Clanblr, not "Kittypetblr". This was specifically made as a space for Clan cats to connect, not for kittypets to push their lifestyle on us.

They're going to convince our kits to abandon their home and their belief in StarClan just for a more secure life.

#EXACTLY #I only recently found out ex-tc Kipper was a kittypet #it was so upsetting to me because i've always loved his wood-scratch art #to find out he's a clan-abandoner was so saddening

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🔁 🐍xviper-the-fagx reblogged

🌻 l1llyst3m Follow

The recent drama surrounding Kipper the Kittypet is sad and I hate that he's being bashed just for existing, but it's also incredibly stupid. I believe the cat who wrote the original post said something like, "it's CLANblr, not KITTYPETblr," and then something about belief in StarClan and I just... do you even realize how many Clanblr mods are non-Clan and/or don't believe in StarClan?

To name a few, @s-t-a-r-burning is former WindClan now rogue & openly an atheist, @theshadowhaseyes has been a kittypet his whole life, and @ssuunnrraayy-p has made zir entire blog about how ze travels from one Clan to another & doesnt consider zimself a Clan cat. Those are all mods. "It's clanblr no-" shut up. Just shut up.

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🧷 name-lists-by-theme

Theme: Water

as always, these work as either part of your name, but they are intended as the first part!

-Abyss

-Bay

-Bog

-Cove

-Creek

-Current

-Dew

-Fog

-Lagoon

-Lake

-Marsh

-Mist

-Pond

-Pool

-Puddle

-Rain

-Shallow

-Sleet

-Spray

-Splash

-Storm

-Stream

-Torrent

Keep reading

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🐱 berrrrry-o Follow

I think a lot of cats put way too much emphasis on the parts of the warrior code that dont matter, and forget the parts that do, like "feed elders and kits first" and "never neglect a kit in pain or danger"... I feel like those are significantly more important than "a warrior rejects the soft life of a kittypet," but maybe that's just me.

#berry yaps #I'm irritated by the kittypet drama going on on this site

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🔲 sag3-chas3s-squirr3ls-deactivated

I feel like we don't talk enough about how SkyClan got chased out of their own territory during a time of crisis rather than all of the Clans trying to make room for everyone...

I mean, seriously. I know it's taught to all SkyClan apprentices, but I've talked to some of my friends from other Clans and they just. Didn't know that. They were never taught that the other Clans allowed SkyClan to be chased out due to territory loss.

🔲 sstep-xoxo-deactivated

:/ im pretty sure the whole thing about skclan being kicked out of their territory is just a conspiracy theory

🔲 sag3-chas3s-squirr3ls-deactivated

Imagine trying to tell a cat that they don't know their own Clan's history 💀

#ohh i finally found it again #that 1 fucker trying to say that skyclan's history is a "conspiracy theory"

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🌱 dirtdigger-23 Follow

:/ I do not like being stuck on the wrong site.

[trustmypoison]

SVT when they see their partner's baby photos

Requested? Yes!

Request: ‘Hey, would you be able to do a seventeen reaction to seeing there s/o baby/childhood photos or videos?:) tyy’

A massive amount of cuteness aggression - Jeonghan, Hoshi, DK, Seungkwan

Your parents could be right there, and he’s holding up the baby photo in one hand and gripping your chin in the other so he can see you then and you now side by side. Then he’s cooing about how cute you are and how much he can’t stand it. The loud adoration, especially if it’s in front of your parents or others, would make you flush so badly. He doesn’t hesitate to request a couple of copies for himself when they’re offered. Don’t try to fight him on this cuteness aggression because it will be 2 to 4 business days before he shuts up about it. 

Melts into a puddle - Seungcheol, Jun, Woozi, Mingyu, Chan 

Totally overwhelmed by how sweet your baby pictures are. He has to put them down and put his face in his hands a few times because how is he supposed to just deal with this?? Most definitely asks for a copy of one if there is one to spare because it’s his new favorite photo of you. You might laugh at him when he asks for this because you’re right there?? But he’s insistent that it’s necessary for survival at this point. If it’s small, it will stay in his wallet or phone case 24/7. If it’s big, he’s just buying a frame for it. 

Quietly adoring - Joshua, Wonwoo, Minghao, Vernon

Has a cute little smile on his face when the albums come out, and it won’t go away at any point the rest of the night. He’s pretty quiet as far as commentary goes, simply saying you were a cute kid, and you’re sort of relieved that there wasn’t this overwhelming reaction to something potentially embarrassing. But later that night, you catch him giving you a certain adoring look that you don’t see often. When you ask what that’s about, he’ll shrug it off and say it’s nothing, but getting a little peek into something like that makes him love you more than he ever thought he could. He’ll request for your parents to send a copy to him, and you won’t realize that until you get a peek at the home screen of his phone.

[rae-writes]

An Angel...

om demons x reader (+Simeon, Solomon)

wc : 1.k

warnings : simping bois, humor, some sprinkled suggestive comments

synopsis : a deviltok trend has the boys on their knees for you (though that’s nothing new)

a/n : this audio scratches an itch in my brain and I needed to do something with it

angel ver. 

<Asmodeus> GUYS!!!  YOU HAVE TO WATCH THIS!!!! NOW!!!!! LIKE RIGHT NOW!!!!!!

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Casually clicking on the video file, his interest peaked immediately when he saw you. Clad in your RAD uniform, you were positioned in frame a couple steps back. 

“Who are you?” 

He watched you slowly stalk forward with a smile on your face; it was both reassuring and off putting. Only someone like him would be able to notice. 

“An angel…”

You held out your hand towards the camera gently, as if beckoning someone closer. 

“What’s your name?”

The transition was fast— smooth. In an instant, your hand came up and grabbed the phone, like you were choking someone, causing the frame to shake. 

“Satan.”

Once the shaking transition stopped, with your hand still in its previous position, his mouth dropped. You had completely transformed yourself into what he assumed is your version of their demon form. 

Realistic black sheep horns protruded from your head, curling backwards around your ear and ending at your middle jaw. There were light purple extensions added here and there, blending with your hair perfectly. Your free hand had come up to splay over your malicious grin- showing off the fangs you’d added and the sharpness of your new nails. The outfit you wore was revealing- black with shiny accents and shiner jewelry - easily showing the intricate marks you’d drawn over the exposed skin. 

[8 people saved a video attachment] 

Lucifer

His stupidly handsome face forms the most obnoxious smug smirk imaginable 

Don’t get me wrong, he was absolutely flustered. On the inside. 

On the outside though, he radiated pride and smugness 

Like ‘yeah. That’s my Mc. mine. Eat it.’ 

Not that he would ever speak those words. Totally not

Was he also slightly bugged that Asmo seemed to be the only one who had access to this video? Sure. 

Was he gonna make sure his brothers, Diavolo, and Barbatos deleted this from everything they owned? Of course. 

But first, he’s gotta get you to dress up like that for him in person 

Mammon

Mans was astonished. Eyebrows had shot through the heavens, mouth was dropped down to sea floor level, cheeks were a blazing inferno— he was in awe 

First thought : ‘HELL YEAH, MC, YA LOOK HOT!’ 

Second thought : ‘WAIT HOLD UP, THE OTHERS ARE SEEIN THIS TOO-‘ 

Really though, Mammon is just so in awe at how gorgeous you looked 

especially in that gold he knows he bought you

Immediately takes a screenshot of you in that getup and makes it his home screen wallpaper

Then he texts you, begging demanding you dress up like that again because he wants to make videos with you in his demon form too!

I mean, if he doesn’t get to have his hands all over you and his mouth on you like that, how will anyone get the message you’re only for him?

Levi

Someone call the equivalent of 911 for the Devildom, Levi might just be coding 

Actually- don’t even worry about it, he’s just a big puddle on the floor! No worries! 

He. Is. FLUSTERED! Flustered doesn’t even begin to cover it really- 

Levi can't breathe, can’t talk, can’t even wave his hands around frantically to express his lost words

Irl version of a windows restart. 

But as soon as he does reboot, he’s doing his best impression of Oprah into his pillow with how high pitched he’s screaming 

Would love to take a picture with you in that outfit while he’s in his demon form or have you sit on him 

He’ll send you a bunch of emojis in show of his approval but his normal skin tone still isn’t visible under the blush for hours

Satan

Smug as fuck about the audio itself. Definitely silently bragging

Aside from that, Satan is absolutely willing to kneel for you in that outfit 

He’s studied with you on seductive speechcraft but this? He was not ready

Has to take a minute to get his bearings together and to wipe that blush off his face

Satan’s actually pretty speechless for a good 30 minutes 

Not that he’d let you know. He will, however, be telling you how fucking good you looked

Wants to ask if you’ll walk around town with him in his demon form too so everyone can see 

Power couple ™— Take that Lucifer 

Asmo

Azzy is on his knees in an instant- pliant and ready for you to fucking step all over him 

The moment he saw the video he was liking, favoriting, commenting, saving, sharing- everything 

He’d suggested something similar for you to do in the past but you just. 

You went light years beyond what he was expecting the outcome to be and he is here for it 

#1 supporter and immediately is coming up with different- sexier -outfits for you to wear

Will ask, beg if he has to, if you’d come have a photo shoot with him (surprisingly he mainly wants to take photos of just you) 

Admitting to anyone who listens that your beauty is absolutely on par with his 

On his way to your room right this instant- but only after he shares the video with the others 

Beel

Choked. 

You’d think he hadn’t ate in years with how much he was drooling but no

He was just looking at you in that outfit. Which he thought was amazing. 

You are easily the most delicious thing he’s ever laid eyes on (“Gorgeous too…”) and he can’t wait to tell you to your face 

Wonders if you’d have a tail or wings if you really did have a demon form 

Wants to ask Diavolo if there’s magic to make you a real, temporary demon form to find out

Please come to one of his Fangol games dressed like that. He’d promise to win for the rest of the season- and succeed

Overall flustered with his cute blush present, but unlike Satan or Levi, he doesn’t mind showing you 

Belphie

Two words : “holy. fuck.” or alternatively : “fuck. me.”

He is sprinting- yes, sprinting- throughout the fucking house and barreling straight through your door

On his knees faster than Asmo was and is ready at light speed to crawl at your feet and wrap his arms around your leg 

All of his usual curt expressions are thrown out the window without a care in the world

No pure thoughts behind those doe eyes. Not a single one. 

Convinces you to let him take a picture from underneath you while you’re choking him to put as his lock screen because he needed it

Will not be letting you go for the next 24 hours or longer

Fakes innocence like a pro when the others accuse him of hogging you to himself (“they are mine” he snips, even though you have the metaphorical leash right now)

Barbatos 

Mmmmmm, the silent simping is strong in this one

He was simultaneously so fucking ready and so very much not ready for that

Does not know what to do with himself for the next 2-7 business days

Had to put down shit he was cleaning multiple times before he broke something (because you actually broke him)

Straight up doesn’t even ask to show up in your room this time, he just does and immediately beelines to shove his face into your neck 

No, his ears are not red. I believe you might be color blind Mc…

Won’t outright admit how badly you affected him- he just lets out a small ‘you look lovely’ like yeah, Barb? Just lovely? 

Please wear this to the next formal event you attend to watch him lose his cool for split second intervals all night

Diavolo 

If he didn’t have millennia of training on composure, he’d been screaming as loud as Levi 

Instead he settles for slamming his hand on his desk like that meme Asmo showed him 

Concerning his butler a bit, but Diavolo is a proud simp- he ADMITS it

Please come sit on him. Let HIM sit on YOU, for all he cares

You look so good?? What the fuck?? Marry him?? (<<exact texts he sends you)

Tries to find ways to give you a real demon form before getting scolded

Volunteers whole heartedly to let Asmo take pictures of both of you while you’re dressed like that

Ring, ring, Lucifer, he’s coming over ASAP, don’t be alarmed when he shows up at the door

Bonus : 

Solomon

Fuck this man is so down bad for you

I mean, he knew that before but this is just something else, Mc, what have you done to him? 

Knows you’re still human but god does he crave having your pact mark seared into his body (it’s a guilty pleasure of his)

Maybe you’ll just create one and tattoo it on anyway

No second thoughts, teleports to your room immediately to yank you into a kiss

Door is locked- Solomon refuses to let the brothers snatch you away from him rn

Please get on top of him and show him how real your fake fangs and nails feel

Will actually beg without a fight

Simeon

Thinks he should not find this as attractive as he does but the heat flooding through his body disagrees

Gets so hot and flustered, it would be concerning if he wasn’t an actual angel 

Drinks a whole ass cup of water in less than 2 seconds 

Personification of ‘hold my mf halo’ as he makes his way to your place once he calms down a bit

Yes, he’ll take pictures with you with his wings on display and yes, he may or may not be into this (and if you start a little roleplay with him? He’s ascending.)

Don’t tease and make fun of him, he can’t help it! He’s not trying to blush- though he isn’t trying to hide it either

Lies through his teeth without hesitation when he gets questioned about the faint lines on his shoulders 

Heaven’s filthiest angel, on brand

[redeemingvillains]

how mattheo would love you in every love language ♡

G I F T S

Mattheo wasn't proud of where his family money came from; in fact, most people didn't even know he was wealthy as he walked around in frayed robes and old hoodies.

But he l o v e d being able to spoil you.

It wasn't just about how expensive the gifts were...

...I mean some of it was (looking at you, diamond earrings for Christmas, the 16k gold 'M' around your neck, your new Louis Vuitton and the trip to Italy you took over fall break).

But the gifts that meant the most to you had nothing to do with what they cost: his favorite band t-shirt, worn and washed so many times it was heavenly soft, or the playlist he randomly texted you one day with every song that made him think of you.

Better yet were the smallest things that let you know you had been on his mind, like when he grabbed you extra dessert at dinner and brought it to you in the library while you were studying, or the flowers that showed up the morning of your big exam.

This boy lived to shower you every way he knew how.

W O R D S of affirmation

Mattheo is so cheeky and such a goofball, honestly.

He's quick with a joke, and his signature smirk, but he chooses his words very carefully around you and doesn't throw around empty compliments.

So, when he did speak up, you knew it was important.

You craaaveeed his praise and feedback, so when he picked you up for your first date and he didn't immediately say anything about your outfit, you were lowkey devastated.

But when you were walking hand in hand back to the castle after a perfect evening in Hogsmeade and he pulled you into his side and whispered "you are unbelievably gorgeous, I can't keep my eyes off of you" it was so much more sincere and meaningful.

(After that, you were his hook, line + sinker).

Not everything he'd say was about your looks. He would brag about you and gas you up to his friends, complimenting your intelligence, your kindness, your hard work.

"You know YN could have been a model? Yeah, they asked her and she said she wanted to focus on her studies, fucking brains and beauty that one."

And trust this carried over into the bedroom, the one place he went absolutely overboard, whispering every single thing you wanted to hear, knowing how crazy it drove you.

Quality T I M E

Something that was different with Mattheo right from the start is that you were always a priority to him.

Boys asked to hang out when you two already had plans? Too bad.

In big ways and little ways it was like he created moments to spend time together.

He'd go out of his way to walk you to every class, even though it made him late for all of his.

"And miss the chance to show off my girl to the whole school? Pass."

The way he'd lay on your bed as you did your nighttime skincare routine, or join you in the library to study.

(Well, you studied potions and he studied you).

He had a permanent seat next to you at every meal.

He'd only had to shove Pansy, then Draco, then Theo aside so many times before they got the hint, all shifting automatically when he came to join you now.

He would look for literally any excuse to be near you, to be in your orbit.

Acts of S E R V I C E

The way this boy would do literally anything for you. A n y t h i n g.

On anyone else, it would look foolish the way he ran after you like a schoolboy, but he cherished you like his queen.

Putting his jacket over puddles so you didn't have to step on them.

Rushing ahead of you to open every door.

Kneeling down to tie your shoe.

One fifth year once had the audacity to say something about it.

The next day he had a black eye.

Date nights? Organized, sorted, planned.

You basically never had to lift a finger again, you wanted for nothing.

He'd carry your books, really carry anything for you (your bag, your jacket, your wand, your water bottle).

And when he couldn't be there to walk you to class or carry your books, trust there were two Slytherin first years waiting for you to do it for him.

You were Riddle's Princess after all, and everyone knew it

Physical T O U C H

His hands. On you. All. The. Time.

Rubbing your thigh, his fingers tangling in yours or twirling your hair. A hand at your back in the hallways or grasping you firmly to him in larger crowds.

King of Casual Dominance™️

Why would you sit in a chair when his lap is open and waiting for you?

His head on your lap whenever possible so you could run your fingers through his chestnut curls.

And, conversely, not knowing what the fuck to do with his hands when you weren't around; his leg would bounce anxiously, his hands would fidget, messing with his tie, tapping on his desk, fiddling and twitching to feel your soft skin.

Oh and the way this boy kissed you...

In the morning. In the evening. On the stairs. In bed. Before Quidditch practice. In the middle of breakfast. During class. He did not give a single fuck who was around or what the circumstances were.

You're literally standing outside of transfiguration, two feet in front of McGonagall and his lips are warm and running over yours like he's going off to war. "That's enough Mr. Riddle!" her shrill voice would ring out.

(He'd ignore her).

And you'd slip past her a full minute later with rosy cheeks, trying to right your lipgloss, a shy smile on your face as you avoided eye contact with her.

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[kaciidubs]

hey kacii boo 💞 i have a request if that’s okay?

hear me out ☝️

a/b/o OT8 skz x omega reader and reader finds out she is pregnant? the boys start noticing her acting different and she accidentally leaves a pregnancy test on the counter, causing the boys to see. When she gets home, the boys sit her down and talk to her about it ending in group cuddles from the boys 🫶🏻

I'm in love with this, truly! ❣ Word Count: 1.9k [I did not mean to type that much] ❣ Warnings: A/B/O Poly! SKZ x Omega! Reader, pregnancy, angst if you squint, mention of birth control, fluff, comfort ❣ Additional Tags: Mentions of Chris being an alpha, Felix, Jisung and Hyunjin being omegas as the only specific pack roles, no clear mated pairings within the pack but it's sort of Chris x Reader centered toward the end

It would begin with the most intuitive of the pack members noticing your extremely slight deviation from your usual routines - Felix.

He was a fellow omega, like Jisung and Hyunjin, but he was the most aware of everyone's trends and habits; which meant it was immediately apparent to him that something was wrong when you start doing small things like wearing pajama pants around the house as opposed to your favorite, work out pajama shorts.

Eventually, the small things he noticed began to grow into big things that the rest of his pack mates would catch onto, such as the way you turned away your favorite snacks when Changbin offered them, or the way you couldn't seem to stand the smell of Seungmin's shampoo though you spent countless nights washing his hair with the same product before. There was even one night where you snapped at Jeongin when he tried cuddling up to you when you least expected it, then immediately started crying because you felt bad.

Since that night you'd resorted to staying in the "guest room", which was simply a spare room for anyone who needed their own space for some time - which was highly disliked by each of your pack mates, but they wouldn't take away your decision.

One day, when you were out running a few errands, Minho was the brave soul who would venture into your temporary room to do a bathroom sweep to clean and take out any trash. What he didn't expect, however, was the waft of an overly sweet scent overwhelming his senses the second he opened the door - nor was he expecting to stumble across a plastic pregnancy test on the counter.

When you walked through the front door, reusable bags in hand, you were met with eight pairs of eyes staring at you, freezing you in place as you stared back with worried confusion.

"Um... Hi?"

The mix of scents usually eased you, but with the thick layer of anticipation and worry threaded throughout, you weren't sure what to expect.

"Kitten, can you come sit with us for a minute?" Minho offered softly as Changbin was the first to stand, walking over to take the bags from your hands and bring them to the kitchen for the time being.

Left with no other choice, you walked into the living room and sat in the empty space between Felix and Hyunjin; Jisung sliding onto the floor to rest against your leg while Jeongin and Seungmin settled against the opposite, before Changbin filled the space behind Hyunjin while Minho remained next to Felix.

Easing into the comfortable, impromptu cuddle puddle, you figured the impending discussion was going to be simple until Chris stood before the group - directly in front of you.

"Love... You know you can tell us anything, right?"

You bristled at his cautious tone, though the feeling of Hyunjin's hand grazing against your own eased your guard. "I know I can - what's this about?"

"You've been acting different lately, and at first we just thought it was because of a period, or a new symptom of your heat coming up, but then you started avoiding food and smells, and isolating yourself from us." Chris tried his best to keep his tone level, to keep the authority that swelled within him at a tolerable value, but his unwavering gaze showed all of his emotions. "Then Minho found this-" reaching into his back pocket, he pulled out the same device that had thrown you into a panicked fit, so much so that you had to leave the house for a sudden errand run, "-and it all started to make sense. Why didn't you tell us you were pregnant, love?"

A pang of shame shot through your heart like an arrow, and judging by the disheartened whines from the boys immediately around you, they already felt the shift within you.

"We aren't upset, Jagi," Jisung pouted up at you as he nudged your thigh with his nose, round eyes filled with love.

Hyunjin nodded against your shoulder, bringing your hand up to press a soft kiss to the back, "We're just worried about you, muse."

A shivering breath rattled through you as you blinked back hot tears, looking up at the eldest, the head alpha among your unlikely pack.

"C-Chris, I- I don't-" You sniffled, cursing the tremble in your voice, "I wasn't trying to keep it a secret, I swear - I knew something was different but I didn't want to assume anything until I took the test last night and-" Biting back a sob, you felt a soft touch against your cheek - Minho's hand wiping away a stray tear. "I just... I didn't know how to say it so I went out to clear my head and figure out the words to say to you - to everyone because I- I'm not sure who got me pregnant! I didn't even skip my birth control, for fucks sake!"

This wasn't planned - despite a few discussions here and there about the potential idea of introducing pups in the future, none of you had done the true mating bond to solidify who would be the one to directly grow the pack with you, and the stress of it all had pushed you to isolation without you even realizing until you'd moved yourself to the guest room.

"Bunny, please take a breath for us." Changbin pleaded, leaning over so you could have a clear view of his comforting gaze, "You know none of us would be any type of hurt over who's pup you're carrying, not when it's the miracle of you being the one bearing them. It doesn't matter who did it, we'll figure that out when the time comes, all that matters is you being healthy and cared for - no more isolating."

"Bin's right," Chris piped up once more, drawing all attention to him with ease, "all we want to do is make sure you're okay - no matter how sudden this is, I don't think any of us weren't aware of something like this potentially happening. None of this is anyone's fault, none of ours and none of yours, you hear me?"

Nodding softly, you smiled at the subtle sensation of Seungmin squeezing your calf in a hug of sorts while Jeongin nuzzled against your thigh.

Minho cleared his throat softly, leaning forward to take your free hand within his, "I... I didn't mean to intrude on your privacy, Kitten - I would never look through your things without you knowing, and I'm sorry for not going to you first."

You squeezed his hand, looking at him with warm, glimmering eyes, "It's okay, Min, I know you meant well - I'm not mad at you at all. Honestly, it would've only been a matter of time until someone clocked it was pregnancy, anyways."

"You do have a new smell, Pup." Seungmin muttered from the floor, Jeongin nodding alongside him.

"Felix thought you were falling out of the pack - Chan had to talk him off the ledge," Jisung laughed, earning a few chuckles from Changbin and Hyunjin at the recollection of the memory.

The blond whined, lips pursed into a pout, "I was worried we did something wrong! I'm sorry I'm the only one who thinks of these things!"

Cooing, you nudged the side of your head against his, "It's okay, Lixie, there's no way I'd ever think of leaving any of you, you guys are my home."

He hummed softly, and you could feel the cuddle puddle slowly begin to set in but there was one final thing missing before you could truly feel at ease with the situation.

Untangling yourself from the tangle of bodies and arms, you made your way toward the eldest who was watching the scene with warm eyes and a soft smile - something he'd taken a liking to doing when he thought he wasn't being watched.

Without a moment to spare, you wrapped your arms around his middle, melting into the familiar mahogany and coconut scent as his arms wrapped around you in kind, securing you in a natural protective hold.

"I'm sorry for worrying you, Channie." You murmured into his chest before leaning back to look at him, "And I'm sorry for not saying anything when I first felt off, I genuinely didn't think it could've been this."

"You don't have to apologize, baby, you were only doing what you felt was right at the time." Pausing for a moment, he studied your face slowly, "I know this whole conversation was a lot to throw at you so soon, but I just want to make sure... Are you okay with this? Do you want to have a baby right now?"

You nodded before he could even fully finish his second question, "I'm sure - I know I was scared on how to say it, but I never felt scared about not being able to take care of this baby, not when I have the world's most amazing pack to raise it in."

It was the truth, there wasn't a single doubt within you that made you believe that having a pup would be difficult in the pack - it was a possibility, a thought that had been floated around enough to start considering the full mating process, and now was the time to turn that thought into a processing reality.

A deep rumble vibrated through Chris's chest and he ducked his head in an attempt to hide away from the blush that had already consumed his ears, the sound making you melt against his body and draw the attention of the seven boys watching from their seats.

"Someone's happy to be a dad," Hyunjin teased with a grin, earning a scoff from Minho.

"Who says it's him?"

"I'm just saying it cause of his reaction! Technically we're all dads until she gets a scent tie, so why can't I place my bet now?"

Jisung groaned, "Placing bets on a baby is so inhumane... I bet it's Changbin's."

"What?! Why is my name in this now? What if it's Jeongin's?"

The youngest made a sound that could only be best described as confused shock as his head shot up to look at the man, "Listen, I'd be honored, but I can say for a fact it wasn't me! I'm too young to be a father!"

"That's not what you were saying when-"

Chris cleared his throat with a pointed look, "Okay, how about we not have this debate and go cuddle and think about dinner, yeah?"

With that, the mini crowd dispersed in a jumble of comments, heading down the hall toward his room since - in an ironic retrospect - that's where the biggest bed was put.

As the living room grew quieter, he looked at you with warm eyes, "I have a feeling it's mine."

You laughed in shock, hitting his chest lightly, "What happened to 'let's not have this debate', Mr. Bang?"

"It's not a debate! It's just a... speculation, a theory, if you will." He murmured softly, leaning down to press his lips to yours in a quick kiss. "Now come on, the last time that combination went into my room, they turned my bed into a wrestling ring and I just found a replacement for my lamp online."

Letting him lead you down the hall, a soft smile settled onto your lips as your free hand came to subconsciously rest over your stomach - the pride of the new life growing within you and the one changing before your eyes filling you with a new sense of optimism and anticipation.

[unedited]

[nottheweirdest]

I just binged Clean Slate in like a matter of days and i just have to say it’s hands down the best sonadow fic ive read ever!! the emotion and complexity of all the characters is just so satisfying! 10/10 chefs kisses! I’m so excited for the next installments when they get published! <333

Thank you so much 💗😭 I don't even know what to say to that. I'm beyond happy that you think so highly of it! I worked so hard on that thing lol It was my first big fic! I'm very excited to get the sequel out. It's in production. It's just a doozy to write and sometimes my head doesn't have space for it so I'll write lighter, less complex things for a bit like I'm doing with Masks 😅 It's fully outlined though!

[holylulusworld]

Unwanted mate (2) - Flufftober 25

Summary: Unwanted. Rejected. But desired, nonetheless.

Pairing: Alpha!Steve Rogers x Alpha!Bucky Barnes, Alpha!Steve Rogers x Omega!Reader x Alpha!Bucky Barnes

Warnings: angst, past unrequited feelings, past implied cheating, established mm relationship, a/b/o, a/b/o dynamics, sneaky/manipulative Steve, possessive Steve, scenting

Catch up here: Unwanted mate

Kinktober vs Flufftober 2024

Square filled for @marvelfluffbingo (2022): Square 7: Early morning

Square filled for @buckybarnesbingo2023: K1: Wish

Square filled for stuckybingo (2023): G3: Protectiveness

Square filled for stuckybingo (2024): G5: Cuddle puddle

Square filled for sweetspicybingo Square 7: touch starved

Square filled for @steverogersbingo C3: Free Space - Stucky

“Steve, we need to talk,” Bucky whispers to not wake you. You’re sleeping peacefully on the bed you shared tonight. After they took turns for half the night, you passed out on your alphas.

“All we did was talk,” the blonde grins at Bucky. “I have had enough of talking and took matters into my own hands. I wanted her and you. It’s done. You’re both mine.”

“This is so—” Bucky huffs. “Steve, how could you trick me to get your hands on my Omega? I thought you loved me!”

“I love you,” Steve cups his lover’s face, “with all my heart. But the three of us belong together. I knew it the moment they announced that Y/N presented Omega. She had to be ours, just like you had to be mine.”

Bucky narrows his eyes. “If we are yours, are you ours too, or will you simply move on when you find someone new picking your interest?”

“Buck, I’m as much yours and hers as you are both mine. We are a union, a powerful and undefeatable triad.” Steve glances at you wiggling on the bed. He sighs as you move toward his side of the bed to sniff at his still-warm pillow.

Watching Steve crawl back onto the bed to play the big spoon for you, Bucky doubts his lover’s words. Can he still trust his heart with Steve? He lied to him once; he can do it again.

“Buck, stop overthinking our bond. Y/N is touch-starved thanks to you. I want you to come here and give her the safety and love she needs and deserves.”

Bucky snarls at Steve. “I know what she needs! She’s my wife and omega. How dare you act like you aren’t the reason for her touch-starvation? You distracted me to make sure I wouldn’t be around much. Suddenly you play her knight in shiny armor!”

“Bucky!” Steve snarls and sits back up on the bed. He slips out of bed, walking around the bed to stand in front of your side of it.

“Steve!” Bucky bites back.

“Alpha?” Your eyes snap open, and you suddenly sit up. Bucky watches you crawl toward his side of the bed to grab his pillow and hug it tightly. “No fighting.” You’re still vulnerable to everything happening within the last hours. “Please.”

“Y/N.” Bucky drops his head in shame. He’s got no right to call himself your alpha or husband. For months, he neglected you and favored Steve, his childhood love. Offering redemption won’t fix the damage he caused.

“Alpha,” you rob toward the edge of the bed to look at Bucky. “Why did you—?” You sniffle and look away. “Am I not good enough for you? Why?”

“Bucky can be a fool, sweetness,” Steve softly says. “He likes you a lot but can’t show it. It was my fault. I wanted Bucky all for myself, and then I wanted you both. I was selfish and distracted your alpha. Please forgive me.”

Steve kneels in front of the bed, begging for forgiveness. It’s the first time you saw an alpha kneel. They’d rather die than show weakness. Especially in front of a fertile omega.

“I wish I could take away the pain I caused and earn your forgiveness with my words,” he whines when you look at him with teary eyes. “I wanted you to be ours.” Steve shakes his head. “No, that’s a lie. I wanted you both for myself. I wish I could steal you away from the world to make sure no one even dares to look at you.”

Bucky gapes at the blonde alpha. It’s the first time that the alpha is speechless. He doesn’t know if he should punch Steve for his admission or kiss him breathlessly.

While your husband stares at Steve, you consider the other man’s words. Is it so bad that he wanted Bucky and you? It’s all so new to you. Having two men wanting you. Watching them kiss each other and make love. It was confusing and arousing at the same time.

“Well—uh,” Bucky clears his throat. “It’s still early in the morning. Y/N should sleep a little longer. This is not the time to discuss our relationship. She’s exhausted and confused. We must give her time to adapt to the new situation.”

Steve cocks his head. He wants you all to be happy and have the life you deserve.

“We can’t make the same mistakes again and again, Bucky. It’s the time to talk things out and move our relationship in the right direction.”

“No,” Bucky snarls as he steps toward the bed to kiss the crown of your head. “It’s the time to take care of Y/N, my wife, and our omega. This is not about you and me, but Y/N. We have been selfish and greedy for the longest time, only thinking about our luck and pleasure.”

Bucky helps you lie down again and joins you in bed. He wraps his arms around you from behind and nuzzles you. Inhaling your scent deeply, Bucky hums in delight.

“Either join us, Steve, or go home. You decided to bring us all together. Now you’ll be a good alpha; come to bed and join the cuddle puddle. We can think about the future tomorrow. Right now, Y/N needs to calm down and feel safe.”

Steve eagerly crawls onto the bed and scoots closer to you and Bucky. He snuggles into you and wraps one arm around you and Bucky. Steve sighs and closes his eyes.

Being close to Bucky and you, just lying there, feels more intimate than everything you did last night.

“We will protect her at all costs, Steve. No discussion. Y/N is the center of this triad, and we’ll never hurt her again.”

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[daymarenightdream1]

❝𝗬𝗼𝘂’𝗿𝗲 𝗺𝘆 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 (𝗰:)❞

𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: angst but it turns fluffy :D character death (reader’s husband)

ℙ𝕒𝕚𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: Satoru x reader. Friend!Suguru and Friend!Shoko

𝕊𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪: modern au. Satoru was too afraid to confess to you. You never found the strength to confess either. You lost contact, but a class reunion might repair what was lost.

𝕎𝕠𝕣𝕕𝕔𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕥: 5.6k (I actually don’t know how I managed to write this much o:)

𝔸𝕦𝕥𝕙𝕠𝕣’𝕤 𝕟𝕠𝕥𝕖: I don’t know how i feel about this one… There are parts that I like but idk… This was also meant to be a drabble but then I kept having ideas so it might be all over the place…. Argh give me pointers if you see any issues with it <3 hope you enjoy it anyway! (not proofread)

You sipped at your bitter coffee, side eyeing the letter that had been mocking you for a few days now.

                  ’10 Year Class Reunion’

They’d planned some silly dance at some five-star hotel to “reunite with old friends under starlight”, in their words. To be frank, the event itself sounded wonderful, but you were hesitant to attend. The thought of seeing your high school friends (and enemies) filled you with dread. Had it been at any other time in your life, you might have been ecstatic to receive such an invite, but following the death of your husband, just a year prior… You were hesitant to see anyone ever again.

There was one person you wanted to avoid, in particular. Your old best friend, Satoru Gojo.

The two of you had been “best friends” ever since that day in your childhood, when he’d pushed you straight into a muddy puddle on the first day of school. You’d sat back, wailing and drenched in cold, brown water as the little boy with a mop of white hair cackled beside you.

(From the moment he saw you, Satoru had immediately been drawn to you. He had quickly noticed your sweet smile, the pink-and-blue bobbles in your pigtails, the little SpongeBob SquarePants lunch box you took everywhere, and had the breath in his lungs knocked right out by an instantaneous rush of emotion. Being so young, he hadn’t known how to deal with such big feelings or what they even were, and decided the best route of action was to bully you, hence your accident with the muddy puddle. Not that you had ever seen it in that way, being somewhat oblivious to how strongly Satoru felt towards you.)

Over the years, Satoru’s behaviour transformed into a sweeter form of torment, and the two of you settled into a comfortable friendship, spending hours together. As teenagers, Satoru and Suguru often visited you after school days. Satoru would lounge on your living room sofa, long legs thrown over the back and head against the cushion as he teased you, which often led to you throwing whatever was in arms reach at him.

Suguru would sit politely on an armchair, answering your sporadic questions on homework, and keenly observed the dynamic developing between Satoru and you. The longing stares when the other wasn’t looking, the way that Satoru would always find a way to be nearby you, the way you’d always find a way to touch him, no matter how briefly…

Suguru found Shoko in between their classes one day, groaning in frustration. “Shoko, Shoko, it happened again,”

Shoko shut her locker with vigour. “No… What now?”

Suguru gently banged his head against the adjacent locker. “Y/n asked him what he likes in a girl, and he basically described her,”

“Oh my god, that’s great!” Shoko smiled and bounced on her feet, hoping Suguru would tell her they finally opened up to each other.

“No, no, it’s the opposite of great,”

“What happened?”

“She started freaking out, and said that it sounded like he described her, and he turns around and goes, ‘oh, god no, no, not you, you’re like my little sister’.” Suguru groaned as he leaned his arms against the locker.

Shoko groaned, placing a palm over her forehead. “That boy is so stupid sometimes…”

On prom night, in your last year of high school, when a woozy and cliché song begun to play, the type meant for slow dancing, Satoru had asked you to dance. He’d finally plucked up the courage to do something, and (after a long pep talk with Suguru) was determined to confess to you.

Giddy with excitement, you had accepted his offer to dance and let him lead you up onto the dancefloor, where you swayed with him softly.

“Y/n?” He’d said in a low tone, looking at you like there had been no one else in the sparsely decorated school hall, lights dimming and smoothly shifting colours.

“Yeah?” You’d breathed.

“Can I… Can I kiss you?”

You kept quiet, turning a bright shade of red which you hoped would be hidden by the dim lighting.

“Sure,” you whispered, feeling like your chest was on the verge of exploding. Did this mean… He liked you? The way you liked him? You felt your pulse in your neck as you smiled shyly.

Satoru had finally leaned in, hands sweating, heart threatening to burst out of his chest, and pressed his lips to yours. It was a soft and slow kiss, a gentle admission of warmth.

(Suguru and Shoko had been staring from the walls, slack-jawed and exchanging looks of total shock.)

You pulled away after a moment, opening your eyes to see Gojo’s face split into a full-faced grin.

Another shy smile spread across your face, warmth and disbelief bubbling up into your chest. You felt as though you were floating. “What was that for?” you asked quietly, happily.

Satoru placed his hand on your cheek, brushing his thumb back and forth over your lower lip. “Oh, nothing, nothing at all…” His grin softened into a gentle smile, his head tilting as his eyes sheened. A subtle blush dusted over his cheeks. “Just… been wanting to do that for ages.”

“Satoru, I-” But you didn’t have the chance to say those three little words as the DJ switched from the slow song into a pop song meant for rowdy dancing. Satoru’s basketball buddies swarmed him, slapping his shoulder and suddenly whisked him away. You giggled and waved him off as he turned back to you with an apologetic look. “I’ll come find you after this song!” He’d shouted.

You slunk off, finding Shoko and Suguru.

“I can’t believe it finally happened.” Shoko said as you leaned against the wall next to her.

“We were beginning to think it never would,” Suguru added, shell-shocked, staring onto the dancefloor in a state of abject disbelief.

“I still can’t quite believe that just happened.” You murmured.

Then you all started college, and Satoru got a girlfriend.

Not just any girlfriend either, a famous model from a wealthy family. She was all legs and pristine clothes and natural beauty, and to top it all off, she was an angel. She always spoke kindly to everyone she met and volunteered at food banks and how on earth were you meant to compare? You spent many days crying in Shoko’s dorm room, lamenting over this fact.

You spent months pining over Satoru, keeping your true feelings hidden whenever you met him for a study session or coffee. Satoru was tall, handsome, and popular, and you were just… The annoying childhood friend he’d kissed one time. Not much to look at, not much keeping you together other than the fact you’d been friends for so long. Why on earth would he choose you over her? Even if, once, he had smiled at you like everything had been right in the world, for just a moment… What if he had just wanted to kiss you? And that was it? Nothing more, nothing less? You were too afraid to tell him what you really truly felt.

 If only you’d known he had felt the same way towards you. But he had stupidly convinced himself that you just didn’t like him the same way and he didn’t want to throw a wrench in your life with his own feelings.

A kiss was just a kiss. Nothing more, nothing less.

Sure, you’d looked so happy after, but… That didn’t mean you wanted more than friendship, didn’t mean you wanted to be with him and all the baggage he brought along. So, he tried to move on, move past you, and it wasn’t that he didn’t love his girlfriend, but she wasn’t you.

And when you got a boyfriend, it felt as though the final nail in the coffin had been hammered in. He’d shown up to Suguru’s dorm room in the middle of the night after he found out about your new relationship, heavily intoxicated and swaying as he slammed his fist against Suguru’s door.

“Suguru, Suguru, help,” he’d slurred, “I’m dying.”

Suguru wrenched his door open, stilling upon seeing the pathetic mess of his best friend. “You’re drunk.”

Satoru leaned against Suguru, gripping his shirt as he started to sink to his knees. “I’m dying, bro, s’over for me,”

Suguru pulled Satoru into his room, grumbling all the while. “What on earth are you talking about?” He sat him on his narrow bed, Satoru immediately flopping onto his back and laying an arm across his eyes in misery. “What happened?” Suguru questioned worriedly, arms crossed.

“She’s got a man, and s’not me,” Satoru wailed.

Suguru sighed.

“I can’t bear it, seeing her with another man,” Satoru said defeatedly.

“You need to tell her, man. This is beyond pathetic.” Suguru responded.

“My poor heart!” Satoru flailed his arms over his head, then brought his hands to his face, his voice muffled as he spoke through his fingers. “The Satoru Gojo’s heart is breaking!~”

Satoru had finally dredged up the courage to talk to you on graduation day. He clutched his heart as he saw you in your graduation robes and a stunning form-fitting red dress. His eyes had widened, and he had stilled, shocked into paralysis by your incandescent beauty.

You were everything to him.

He felt the words ‘I love you’ bubble up into his chest as he approached you, the years of repression fading away as the anticipation of finally, finally telling you everything urging him forward, urging him to go faster, faster…

And he truly had intended to talk to you, tell you everything.

But then your boyfriend wrapped an arm around your shoulders, and you giddily smiled at him the way you used to smile at Satoru.

Satoru slowed, and slowed, feet dragging, and finally came to a stop.

He swivelled on the spot, and left, not bothering to even congratulate you on graduating as his heart cracked and splintered and shattered.

You’d searched the crowd for hours for Satoru that day, never finding him.

For years after, you’d often wondered what could have been had you just confessed to Satoru. You still kept in touch with Suguru and Shoko, and they’d update you infrequently on his well-being. The low point came when Suguru informed you that he’d gotten married to the model. You’d spent that night looking at pictures from high school and your heart would sink when you saw pictures of the two of you together.

You had married your boyfriend a few years after leaving college and were perfectly happy in the relationship. You loved your husband. This was a mantra you would often repeat to yourself.

It wasn’t that you didn’t love your husband.

But you had loved Satoru for so long, that even a small reminder of him would set off a flurry of what if’s and could have been’s. You even started to resent Satoru a little, resent his stupid, stupid, beautiful face. Why had you ever felt any shred of affection towards him?

But you knew exactly why.

Why hadn’t you ever dredged up the courage to tell him? You found yourself wanting to call him, sometimes, missing that old and comfortable friendship. But whenever you sat in your kitchen in the middle of the night, staring at the pictures of him with a glass of wine in one hand, wondering if you should ask Suguru for his phone number, you’d start to feel sick with guilt. Here you were, with a wonderful and loving husband who doted on you, still hung up on a boy who had never showed any inkling of romantic interest in you.

Sure, there had been moments where you’d thought maybe, just maybe, there was something there, like the prom night… but nothing more had ever happened. He’d moved on with his life, chosen and married the love of his life, and you were still thinking about him, pining for him, while he had left you behind.

You were pathetic.

And then your husband died. Some cruel stroke of fate. He’d been in a freak accident, a truck driver lost control and barrelled straight into your husband’s car on his way to work.

The doctors told you he’d likely died instantly, and not suffered. Which was meant to be a relief. And it was, you supposed.

But it didn’t bring him back.

You’d sunk into a terrible depression, keeping the blinds shut all day and barely leaving the house. You’d stopped eating for a while, feeling sick at the thought of it. Throughout it all, you kept wondering if you should just swallow your pride and ask Suguru for Satoru’s number, missing your best friend. But every time you came close, a hot wash of shame flooded you, and you’d throw your phone to the side, opting to hide under your covers instead.

It took you months to stop feeling like part of you had died. Slowly, you started to heal and return to some modicum of normality, but you felt permanently changed, like something within you had shifted and altered irreversibly. Most days, you felt brittle, on the verge of shattering.

And then you received that stupid letter and the thought of seeing old friends, touching your old life again, gnawed at you painfully. It would be like trying to force yourself into shoes you wore as a teenager. Like looking through a telescope into what your life was supposed to be.

“It would be great to see you again, y/n,” Shoko said down the telephone.

“I just… I don’t know if I can stomach it, Shoko, especially after… the accident…” You confided.

“I know it’s a hard time for you, y/n, and I totally get it if you decide not to come, but it would be really nice to see you. Properly see you. And, you never know, it might do you some good to see some old friends. Might distract you from… everything.”

You sighed. “Yeah, maybe you’re right. But, I have to ask, do you know if… everyone is coming?“

“What do you mean?” Shoko asked.

You decided to just bite the bullet. “Do you know if Satoru will be there? I just… I don’t know if I’ll be able to keep it together if he shows up with his wife…”

“Oh, y/n…” Shoko breathed, her heart swelling in sympathy for you. “I’m not a hundred percent sure if he’s coming, it’s likely he will, but… I would love to see you. And I’m sure Suguru would love to see you, too. It’s been so long…”

“Shoko!” You squealed, tears of joy streaming down your cheeks as you embraced her.

Shoko gripped your arms tightly, tears pricking at her own eyes. “I’m so happy you came!”

“Y/n, long time no see!” Suguru smiled, leaning in to hug you.

“Suguru! Good god, your hair has gotten long!” You laughed as you looked at his hair, which ended halfway down his back. “What on earth happened? I thought you had your emo phase in college?”

Suguru’s head fell back in laughter. “It wasn’t a phase,” he grinned.

You smiled, feeling a sense of relief at seeing your old friends once again. The evening was going well so far. The event planner had directed the large crowd, yourselves included, to the private gardens of the hotel. The location was splendid, surrounded by acres of tall pine forests and miles of rolling hills. The event itself was on a sizeable deck, which had cosy beanbags, loveseats, and outdoor heaters in one area, as well as an open area for dancing with a DJ’s deck. You hadn’t failed to notice the quaint gazebo, decorated romantically with fairy lights and flowers of many varieties.

You fell into a comfortable nook with Shoko and Suguru, catching up on news over the past few years as the DJ played a mixture of suave jazz beats.

A few hours after the start of the event, you had started to scan the crowd for a certain mop of white hair.

“It looks like he’s not coming, then.” You murmured to Shoko and Suguru.

“About that…” Suguru chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his head. You whipped your head over to Suguru as he continued. “I might have… told him to… come. Well, threatened might be a better word, really…”

“What.” You bit at Suguru.

He lifted his hands in surrender. “I know you probably don’t particularly want to see him, and I know it’s a tough time for you, y/n, and I’m sorry to spring it on you so suddenly,” He huffed, “but you two used to be so close. You deserve to have your best friend with you right now, even if he is a complete idiot.”

You started to hyperventilate as you stood sharply. “What the fuck, Suguru.” You narrowed your eyes at him. “You know that I wouldn’t want to see him right now. You know how hard it was for me just to come here. Do you even know how inappropriate-”

Someone coughed.

You froze.

Suguru sat back in anticipation, looking sheepishly smug. He’d obviously pulled some strings to get the two of you in the same place at the same time.

Even if you were dead, you’d recognise that cough, that voice. Every cell in your body started to hum in desperation, urging you to turn and fall into his arms… But he’d shown you how he felt years ago when he’d cut contact, and you couldn’t be that pathetic. You were just vulnerable, it being such a short time after your husband’s death, and you missed your best friend. That was all.

“Sorry, am I interrupting something?” Satoru Gojo asked.

You turned around slowly, bracing for the worst. If he had brought his wife with him, you might just end it all right there and then.

You locked eyes with him.

Gojo staggered backwards, his typically cocky smile dropping into pure open-mouthed shock.

God, he looked so beautiful, his hair glinting like silver ribbons under the moonlight. Your heart squeezed in a painful mixture of love, remorse, and anger as you hungrily gazed at his shocked features.

He inhaled sharply, closed his mouth and rubbed the back of his neck. “Y/n? What are you… What are you doing here?”

“Leaving.” You glared at Suguru as you collected your things and stuffed them angrily into your handbag.

“Wait, what? Why?” His voice broke as his eyes widened.

“Sorry, I… I need to go.” You couldn’t stay, the thought of staring at his beautiful face and listening to the details of his beautiful life… It would kill whatever small piece of your mangled soul had been healed over the past few months, and you knew that seeing him happy with his wife might break you beyond repair.

“But, wait, y/n, please, just wait a minute! I haven’t seen you in years!”

Suguru elbowed Shoko discretely, mumbling something as she rolled her eyes. You threw another dirty look in their direction.

You shrugged your handbag over your shoulder. “Screw you, Suguru. And Satoru, I’m sorry, but… I can’t do this right now. Go find your wife and enjoy your evening.”

“Wait, wait, y/n! Just- Just stop, for a second!” he begged you, grasping your wrist.

Tears begun to prick at the corners of your eyes. You wanted to go sit in your dark car and cry. “What?” Your breath burned in your lungs. Why wouldn’t he let you leave? Why was he so hellbent on making you suffer through every excruciating detail of his wonderful life?

He looked to the side, not letting go of your wrist. “It’s just me.”

“What? I know it’s you, I don’t care, go find your wife and let go of me,” you bit out.

“No, I mean, it’s just me, here. She’s not… We’re not together anymore.”

You stilled. Suguru and Shoko stilled.

“Oh.” You lowered your bag slowly, wiping your eyes hurriedly. Well, maybe you didn’t have to leave this instant. You could always cry in your car tomorrow.

“Yeah. We got divorced last year.”

“Sorry to hear that.” You murmured, not feeling particularly sorry, glaring at Suguru as he pointedly ignored your gaze. Oh, the crafty bastard was pulling strings, alright.

“Please, can we talk? It’s been forever. I had no idea you’d be here.” Satoru pleaded with you as his eyes darted over to Suguru, who was also pointedly ignoring Satoru’s gaze. “I’ve really missed you.”

You breathed deeply, trying to steady your bounding heart. He had only gotten more handsome with age. The boyish features and the lanky figure you remembered had transformed into a more mature look. He filled out the navy suit he’d worn wonderfully well, biceps flexing as he held your wrist. You felt like you were back at high school all over again, painfully in love with your best friend while he obliviously lived his best life, leaving you to drown in deep waters.

“You don’t want to catch up with Suguru or Shoko?” You attempted to throw him off feebly.

“Forget those losers, I see them all the time.” He stepped forwards, taking a deep breath. “I want to talk to you, y/n. Please.” Satoru begged you again. “It’s been so long…”

You looked away, frozen into silence.

“Please,” his voice trembled as he squeezed your wrist.

“Okay, fine.” You relented.

It would be nice, you supposed, to talk to your old best friend. There had been a Satoru-shaped hole in your heart ever since you’d stopped talking, and you had to admit you had missed him, especially since your husband had died. Spending each day in solitude hadn’t really helped in that regard.

He led you over to the loveseat closest to the heater, out of earshot of Suguru and Shoko (who were not even attempting to hide their intense stares). You really did feel like you were back in high school.

Satoru leaned back into the small sofa, his legs longer than you remembered. His thigh pressed against yours as you held onto your handbag, trying to find something to do with your hands as you tried to ignore the small point of contact that was sending sparks up through your spine.

“How have you been?” He murmured, gazing directly at you as you stared at your hands.

“Fine, I guess. You?”

“…Fine. Things have been difficult since the divorce.”

“Yeah.” You whispered.

“How are things with you and your husband?” he asked gently.

“He’s dead.”

Satoru froze. “What? God, y/n, I’m so sorry. When… When did he-”

“He died last year. Freak traffic accident. Doctors said he died on impact.”

“God, I’m so sorry.” He offered sympathetically.

“Yeah. Me too.”

“Why didn’t you call me? I wish I could’ve been there for you.” Satoru said quietly.

You remembered all the times you’d been close to calling him. Something in you splintered at his words. “Why didn’t you call when you got divorced?” You countered as you glanced up at him, trying to stop your lip from quivering.

He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his thighs as he sighed deeply. A heavy silence sank over the two of you.

“What happened to us, Satoru? Why did we stop talking?” you leaned towards him, aching to know.

“Because I was an idiot. I was an immature, spineless idiot.” He shook his head as he took a breath, then continued. “I saw you on graduation day, with your husband, I mean, he was your boyfriend at the time, but… I saw you smile at him… You looked so happy.” And he thought he’d missed his chance to tell you, thought there was no point in torturing himself with the what ifs, he refrained from saying. “I didn’t want to mess up your life, so I left. But I regretted it, from the moment I left, I regretted it. I missed you so much. I missed my best friend.”

Suddenly, you heard a slow song filter in through the speakers. The same slow song that had played all those years ago, on prom night. A different world.

You turned to Satoru, only to see a warm smile and a soul-shattering gaze. His brows were upturned, and his vibrant blue eyes were shimmering as tears pricked along his lashes. The sheer intensity and vulnerability of his gaze stole the breath right out of your lungs. You almost wanted to tell him to stop, stop looking at me like that. It was too much, like he was looking straight into you, past all your carefully crafted barriers. It was as though he were offering his heart to you on a silver platter, as though he were saying, please, let me see you again. Let me in again. Please, please, please. Please don’t shut me out.

“Do you remember this song?” You whispered, voice breaking.

He smiled sadly. “How could I ever forget it?”

You slid your hand into his, squeezing. “That night, I’d never felt so happy.”

He stilled for a moment, breathing quietly.

“Let’s dance, it’s been so long, let’s dance.” He said breathlessly and you tensed. “Won’t you dance with me?” he pleaded, a quivering tone in his voice.

You smiled, feeling a little giddy, a little sad. “Okay,” you whispered.

He dragged you up, leading you to the gazebo. “This seems like the right place for it.” He smiled just like you remembered, just like he used to in school. Like you were the only one he was smiling for.

He pulled you into his arms, swaying you softly. The beat of the music slowed to match your pace as the warbling voice drifted over the low bass of the song.

You leaned into his chest, resting your head against him as tears started flowing down your cheeks. The what if’s were threatening to burst out of your chest, agonisingly so.

“Y/n?” Satoru said in a low tone, lifting your chin with his pointer finger.

“Yeah?” you breathed, excitement intermingling with agony.

“I know I have no right to ask this, but… Can I… Can I kiss you?”

You kept quiet for a moment, a light blush dusting over your cheeks. You hoped it was too dark for him to see.

“Sure,” you whispered. It wasn’t like you had someone at home to get upset at you if you did. “Why the hell not.”

Satoru felt his heart race. He had you in his arms, finally. It felt as though everything was right in the world once more. All those years, all the achingly empty days when he’d wondered how it could have been had he just plucked up the strength to talk to you. This was his chance, finally, to tell you, and bring you back to his side. Where you were meant to be.

Satoru leaned in slowly, his hands trembling, and heart threatening to burst out of his chest as he pressed his lips softly to yours.

It was as though a dam broke, and suddenly a flood of emotion overcame you. Tears spilled out and you started to cry. Satoru held your face with both hands, delicately wiping away your tears with his thumbs.

He pulled back an inch, sharing your breath as he leaned his forehead against yours. “It’s okay, sweetheart, I’ve got you.”

Something deep inside of you twinged painfully as you clung to his shirt.

“Why did you get divorced?” you sniffed.

Satoru stared at you, quiet for a moment as he wiped your tears away. “She wasn’t you.”

You stilled, staring at Satoru, not fully believing those words. You tightened your grip on him, feeling a sick sense of hope pulse through you. “…What?”

“She could… She could tell. That she wasn’t what I wanted.”

You couldn’t take it anymore. You needed to hear it, word for word from him.

“What are we, Satoru?”

He froze.

“Just tell me the truth. Don’t… Don’t hide it…” You cried quietly, folding into yourself a little as you dropped your head, trying to hide your tears.

“I love you,” He breathed as he started to cry, not believing that he’d finally said it out loud. “I love you.” He said breathlessly.

He kissed you again, pressing his lips against yours with the fervour of a man who’d spent decades longing for you. Your tears mixed and you tasted the salt as he pressed your lips open, consumed with a soul-devouring hunger for you you you.

Your fingertips tingled with the need to hold him tighter, but you had to make sure.

You pushed away from him. “Are you just saying that because you got divorced? Because… I can’t… I can’t… I can’t keep doing this.”

Satoru started to hold you a little tighter, a little horrified. “No, of course not, y/n,”

“I can’t, Satoru, especially not now,” you heaved, “I can’t be the friend you decide to come back to after years because you lost what you truly wanted. I can’t be your second choice.”

He looked horrified. “No, no, that’s not it at all-”

“I’m sorry,” you said through a heaving sob, every emotion you’d been holding back for years rushing through you and coalescing into a storm of overwhelming agony, “I can’t do this. It was nice to see you,” You started to pull away.

“No, no!” Satoru cried. You’d slipped away from him so many times, he couldn’t let it happen again. He grasped you by the wrist, pulling you back.

“Please, y/n, please, please don’t leave me.” He gripped your wrists as he sunk to his knees in front of you. “Please. I need you. More than anything, I can’t… I can’t spend another second without you in my life, please, I’ve loved you since I first saw you,”

“Stop,” you breathed.

“Please, y/n, you are everything to me. Everything. You’re my everything. I’ll do anything, everything for you, please just stay. Please.”

You stared at him in shock.

His lip wobbled as he stared up at you, eyes wide and shimmering and vulnerable. “Please don’t leave me again. I can’t even fucking breathe without you.”

Tears streamed down your cheeks as you took his face in your hands delicately. “Well, I wouldn’t want you to stop breathing because of me,”

He barked out a laugh, and then stared into you, the corners of his lips turning down. “Please. I love you. You’re my other half. I should’ve told you years ago, but I was a stupid kid. I didn’t know how to. And I lost you. Please don’t let me lose you again.”

You bit your lip to stop it from wobbling. You pulled Satoru up onto his feet, falling into his big arms. He cradled you, rubbing your back in soothing motions, whispering a mantra of I love you, I love you, I love you…

All those terrible years of holding them back, and now he couldn’t keep those three little words in if he tried. You cried happily all throughout the evening, laughing and joking like you were teens again.

“I should’ve told you, too.” You said after a long moment of silence.

“What?” He murmured into your hair as the two of you swayed back and forth under the glowing fairy lights, tangled like two trees in a storm.

“Since we started high school. I’ve loved you since then.”

Satoru lifted his head, searching desperately for your eyes. “That… That long?” He threw his head back suddenly, laughing maniacally. “God,” he squeaked, wiping a stray tear, “We were so stupid, weren’t we?”

“Yeah,” you laughed. “But we can make it up to each other now.” A smile spread across your face, warmth bubbling up into your chest.

From a distance, you heard a sudden ‘whoop’, and turned to see Suguru and Shoko leaning on each other, drinks in hand.

“FINALLY!” Suguru roared. “THE TORTURE ENDS!”

You and Satoru both turned red as beets as heads started turning towards you from the crowd, some people from your class joining in with their own whoops and cheers.

You turned to Satoru, smiling sheepishly. “Looks like it was obvious to everyone but us, then,”

“In that case, let’s make it even clearer,” he smirked as he pulled you into another kiss.

[gravid-transluna]

The Solitary Woods

words: 993

content: birth, fpreg

The spell was potent and irreversible. August knew this for certain; she had tried every counter-charm, backlog hex, nullification ingredient she could uncover, attempting to undo what she’d done. No, there was only one way to reverse an accidental pregnancy spell, and it required nine months of waiting and a dark, solitary forest where no one would hear your screams. 

August stood over a pile of black leaves, thighs spread. She pressed her hands into the small of her back, aching and impatient. She wore only a string-drawn leather tunic and a long ankle skirt. Her bare abdomen was a massive pale moon, distended navel an angry crater in the middle, blemishing the smooth, taut surface. The belly was alive, violently rippling, loaded with babies, and August moved her hands from her back to her swollen front, cradling. She gazed at the marvelous arching mound with a kind of horror and stupefaction. She could feel the positioning of the first baby, deep in her hips, splitting with pressure and fullness and weight. Runes of black ink wrapped its circumference, drawn in hopes that they would incite labor.

“Gods,” August sighed. “I need to get these out of me.”

She suffered the first slow contractions, pacing the clearing in the woods as her low hanging moon-belly seized and constricted, visibly shrinking around her crowded womb. Her pacing grew slower, heavier, and soon she could barely walk, cupping her belly as it swung, stance bowlegged, gait dragging.

She felt obscene, horrifically swollen and stretched out of proportion, belly like a foreign object on her middle. Divine femininity—bah. She had rejected all that when she’d joined the coven. Now though. Now, she looked like a breeding cow.

Another contraction. The pressure reached a peak. She pulled her head back and pressed her lips together, positioned above the patch of black leaves.

Suddenly she opened her mouth and dropped into a squat, bottom thrust out. “Ohhhh—OH.”

Fluid burst from between her legs and puddled the leaves beneath her. She looked down in shock.

“Gods, this is it. O-o-okay, this is it, okay.”

A heat flash left her sweating, and she suddenly felt the need to remove her clothing. Her body was telling her it was time for her baby to come out, and as the next contraction ripped through her belly it was accompanied this time by a strong urge to push, like nothing she’d ever felt before.

She hurriedly pulled up her skirt, exposing her auburn bush, squatted, and pushed. The baby moved down quickly, thrust between her hips by her internal muscles.

“Oh gods,” she bellowed, bending her knees and pushing again. Her belly continued to contract, forcing her into a long push that felt endless. Her face reddened, teeth gritted. Barely any air escaped. She was pushing too hard.

Thrall to her body, the need to give birth was like a spell cast over her. She let her knees sink to the forest floor, unrelenting in her groaning birthing efforts. Instinctively, she sensed that hands and knees would allow for a more continuous pushing effort. All she wanted to do was push. No, not a want. A need. She needed to push.

She thrust her hips in the air, back bowed with the weight of her curving belly. It felt as though an entire melon was being forced through her birth canal and into her bottom. The pressure was even more intense than before, an immense weight now filling her entire lower half, soon to emerge. She moved her hips in smooth circles, trying to relieve the pressure between them. Her belly scraped the forest floor.

“C’mooonn.” Her voice was tight and deep with pushing.

The contraction ended, leaving her panting on all fours, animalistic. She sweated bullets.

Reaching behind her, she groped behind the hair between her legs for a head, and only felt her swollen, aching pussy. She growled in frustration, and tried pushing again, but without a contraction it was like forcing a stone through her.

So big, she thought. Too big. She had never wanted to get pregnant, much less give birth. Now she had to push out a whole load of babies, all because they were in her body, uterus swelling relentlessly against her own will.

Her belly went hard again. She immediately dove into a long push, and felt the baby slide thoroughly into her birth canal. She clutched her compressed belly, not even recognizing the sounds she was making anymore, and soon her skirt began to tent outwards.

“Yessss. Get OUT of me—!”

She cupped her bulging pussy under her skirt. It was a horror, feeling her lips beginning to part, so misshapen with the massive head. Fluids ran between her fingers. She howled as the head reached a full crown, lips stretched in a tight circle. She didn’t want to push any more. A hot iron burned her delicate lips. She tried to breathe, but her body wanted this baby out, now. She was enveloped in another push. Her lips widened impossibly, close to snapping, the forehead, ears, nose slipping under her thin flesh, and she could feel everything, unable to stop pushing.

“Ugh!” The head burst free in a spray of fluids. 

The shoulders pushed, straining at her inner walls, and she painstakingly climbed to her feet. The dripping head brushed between her thighs, her pussy full with the baby, dangling out of her now. She ripped down her skirt and pushed again.

“GET OUUUUTTT!!” she screamed.

The shoulders popped through her pussy and more fluids gushed from her as the baby slipped into her waiting hands. She gasped, falling to her knees. It stirred something inside her, something she dreaded could be motherhood.

The woods were still echoing with her screams and the squalling of her baby when her belly grew stony again.

“Oh…” August said, remembering the two other babies now sliding into position, body readying her for birth again. “Hecate, help me.”

[tojisth3rdwife]

Dog Gone It!

Syn: Aint it funny how when you let your kids get a pet, they immediately become your problem?

cw: crack. Megumi and these damn dogs driving you crazy..

a/n: s/o @sugurugetoshairbrush for the insp❤️❤️

“Hot sauce all in our Top Ramen, ya bish..ya bish, ya bish. Park the car, then we start rhymin', ya bish…” Toji mumbles along to the music filling his car, leaning back in his seat, one hand on the wheel as he sits in morning traffic. The forecast predicted scattered downpours for the whole day, having drenched the city and grayed the skies since early. He sighs bitterly when the motion of the traffic’s flow stalled, clenching his jaw when the car behind him started honking obnoxiously.

Toji was reluctantly on his way to a job that Shiu offered to him the night before. Something quick and easy, a minor shakedown and debt collection that shouldn't take him long. Knowing that didn't make it any easier to leave you this morning. Hell, he could still feel your lips on his neck and jawline as he had to force himself out the door.

No big deal though. He’d get the job done. Run some errands then make his way back to the house so he could enjoy having you to himself for a few hours.

His car had eased a bit further up the crowded road when his mounted phone rings from the front vents. Its a Facetime call from you.

Toji frowns, wondering what would have you Facetiming him this early when he expected you to be back in bed and asleep since Megumi had gone off to school.

Perhaps you were restless and wanted to put on a little show for him, needed his help to get back to sleep. Dirty possibilities spawned in his brain as he lifted his finger to swipe over the phone to answer, a knowing smirk on his face.

Toji’s attention is split between watching traffic and his screen, which he expected to be filled by your sensual expression, shrouded in his sheets and pillows. But no. He’s met immediately with your scowl and disheveled appearance.

You were standing in what he deduced was the living room, with the jingly sound of silver dog collars, heavy panting, and the TV in the background. His white tee you were wearing when he left was stretched at the collar and stained a light brown along with streaks of dirt and wet grass over your chest. Your hair, which was tied up neatly in a patterned silk scarf previously, was uncovered and a mess all over your head as if you’d been in a fight.

It's so shocking that a chuckle bubbled up from Toji’s chest as he sat up in his seat.

“Wha...Babe what the fuck happened to you?” he furrowed his brow and you simply turned the phone towards the floor, which was riddled with huge muddy paw prints and scattered puddles of water at your feet. At that, Toji’s smirk fades.

The camera whips back up to your comically pissed expression, a deranged smile now confusing Toji entirely.

“Guess who forgot to let the dogs back in from the backyard again?”

Toji stares at you blankly for a moment, then drops his head and shakes it when the answer hits.

“Dammit Megs. I had just told that boy...” he mutters, running his hand over his face.

“Yeah, me too. Right after you left, I reminded him to take care of the dogs before he went to school. So when he got on the bus , I assumed he had. But when I got out of the bathroom, I heard them scratching at the back door. They were just out there crying and getting rained on.”

Your voice began to shake with emotion as you moved around the room, mumbling cusses under your breath.

“Then what happened? Why do you look like you just got your ass kicked?” Toji counters at your pause, his choice of words making you laugh dryly.

“Funny you ask! I open the damn door and try to rescue them and those fuckers trample right over my ass and tracked mud and who the fuck knows what else all through the living room. Knocked my mug out of my hands so its hot ass coffee all over me. And now the front room stank like outside and ass..mud and shit everywhere Toji.....”

He hisses empathetically, his expression wrinkling in a grimace.

“Fuck! You got burned?? Is it bad?..” Toji inquires, his eyes lifting to the road and his mirrors as he attempts to switch lanes.

You appreciated his concern for you and would have been all warm and fuzzy inside because of it had you not already been so furious.

“No. No, it doesn't seem so bad. I haven't had a chance to check since it just happened. My shirt is just fucked..Aht aht! GHOST! NO! Nooooo..Getcho ass off that couch...”

Toji looks back down at his phone to find you swatting and baring your teeth at one of the dogs, chasing him away from the furniture.

“Uuuuughh!!! Toji it's big ass doo doo looking prints on the couch!! I just. I can't! I fucking can't..” you whimpered pitifully. All while you were fussing with the animals ruining his house and his woman, Toji was fighting for his life to keep from laughing at the way you talked to the dogs. If anyone else was listening, they’d swear you were rounding up a group of unruly ass children.

Although in retrospect, you kind of were.

A break in the traffic jam allowed Toji to turn down a back road, allowing him to cruise at a higher speed on his way to his destination. You noticed him trying to cover his scarred lips with his fist, a feeble attempt at hiding his smile. You focused your glare on him, quirking your brow.

“Uhm…I don’t see whats so funny. Ima have some words for your son and Im gonna put his animals right back out there in the rain so i can clean my house..” you mutter, glancing over the phone as said animals begin playfully growling at each other over a mangled chew toy.

“AHT AHT!! Don't yall start that shit!!” You yell as Toji responds to your not-so-idle threats to kick them out.

“Please don't. You know they’ll just howl and piss off the neighbors and shit...It's too early.” He shakes his head, coming up on a red light.

“Damn right it's too early! And fawk them neighbors! What about me? Lil is over here prancing around like she did a good thing by knocking my coffee all over the floor. Ghost keep jumping on the couch..” your voice shook as if you were about to cry, which you very well might do. It was close to that time of the month when every minor inconvenience felt major, and major ones seemed catastrophic. Toji knew he shouldn’t have left the house that morning. He just knew it.

“..it smells in here and now I have to mop again and take all the cushion covers off the couch to wash 'em..” you continued ranting, to which Toji listened intently with a wary scowl trained ahead at the busy intersection.

He sighs loudly.

“Im sorry youre dealing with that babe. I really am.” Toji mutters just as the loud sniffing sound has him glancing at his phone to find the camera on your chest. You were bending to sop up the spilled coffee and rain water with a towel when one of the dog’s started investigating.

“Yeah well me too...Stop, Ghost. Move...You have to talk to Megs about this. You let him get these damn dogs and while I love them, they're a pain in my ass today. And now they're just looking at me like they're innocent. Tails just wagging...”

To prove it, you stand and tap the screen to switch to the back camera for Toji to get a look at the dynamic duo himself.

Ghost, the male hound with snow white fur stood with his ears sticking straight up and his tongue dangling from his mouth as he panted happily.

Lilith, his sister with the deep black coat, was sitting beside him gazing up at you with interest, her head tilting curiously.

Both of their tails wagged happily as you stood over them, trying not to swoon over how cute they were in spight of all the destruction they caused in your house. They were just so damn big and rowdy, being less than a year old. You were afraid to see how much damage they could do if they weren't done growing.

Toji regards the big ass puppies with a squint before grunting in amusement, easing forward on the greenlight.

“Well..at least theyre happy..” he smirks, his attention back on driving.

He feels you give him the coldest glare through the phone that makes him chuckle in surrender and shake his head.

“Ok ok..I’ll talk to Megumi about being more responsible and make him scrub the couch when he gets home so just leave it, alright? I’ll handle it.” Toji grips the steering wheel, his forearms flexing subtly as he makes his turn.

The definitiveness of his tone put you at ease immediately because you know for a fact that Toji would handle his broody, hard-headed ass son. As far as the dogs, you knew in a few hours that you’d forgive them and their owner for just being themselves, and the drama of the morning would be another comical memory to join the rest that has accumulated since joining the Fushiguro clan.

A sigh of relief puffs between your lips.

“Good. Thank you. Im gonna go clean myself up. I’ll talk to you later.” You step past the dogs on your way towards the bathroom again, ready to peel the damn coffee stained shirt from your body. The rev of Toji’s engine was audible and the view of him driving comfortable with his huge pecs stretching the front of his standard black tee distracts you from the grumpiness for a few seconds. Unaware of you ogling since he was watching the road, Toji reaches for his mounted phone.

“Alright baby. Don’t kill nobody in the meantime. I’ll be back in a few hours.” He half jokes, tapping his screen. You were in the bathroom by now, turning the faucet for the bathtub to hot before responding.

“Yeah yeah, no promises. Hurry up.” You mutter with a pout. The same one you gave Toji before he left. He chuckles at your expression, rolling his eyes. You scrunch your nose at him before kissing the pads of your middle and index fingers and pressing your stamped smooch to Toji’s face on your phone. He steals a glance towards his phone just in time to recieve the imaginary kiss and your grumpy ‘bye Toji’ amidst the rushing water.

“Uh huh. Bye, baby..” he laughs, making sure to press his lips to his thumb, then his thumb to the camera before tapping the little red circle to hang up.

<call ended>

[smallestapplin]

I love how you been writing Prowl in your work! Can I request a Cliffjumper getting a car wash from his feisty human s/o? Can be nsfw or not, whatever feels best!

I went a little nsfw cause why not? Cliffjumper doesn't get enough love.

Warnings : GN!Reader, mild degradation, praise

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"How did you manage to get so filthy?" You're beyond baffled at the sight of your boyfriend.

Cliffjumper sits in your driveway in his vehicle mode, red paint barely even visible through the caked on mud, his windshield is the only thing that you can truly see clearly, but only from where the windshield wipers could reach.

He chuckles nervously "Listen, I was just out drivin around, I know it rained earlier this week, but when I saw a huge puddle I just couldn't help myself."

"....And you didn't realize it was mostly mud instead of water?"

"In my defense I got to thinking how big of a splash I could make and didn't notice. Hey, don't look at me like that!"

You can't help but having your hands on your hips, staring at him with a done expression.

"And you didn't go to a car wash? Don't you have a holoform you could use to blend in to go through it?"

Cliffjumper groans.

"Yeah, but those brushes are so rough for no reason, you're always so much softer with me."

You can hear his pouting despite not being able to see his face. You roll your eyes and sigh, knowing there is no way around making him go to a car wash.

"Fine, let me get some clothes I wouldn't care about getting wet."

"Yes! Thank you sweetspark."

You know what he's doing, and he knows that you know, but what's the harm? You certainly love having such a bot wrapped around your finger.

With a swift change of clothes you're back outside, turning on the hose and filling a bucket with water and soap. Cliffjumper isn't subtle, not in the slightest, he moves his mirrors as you bend over to scrub his tires and hubcaps, trying to get the best view of your ass.

He's trying so hard not to make a sound, but can't help but groan when he feels your fingers on his door, not caring if you're grumbling about stuck on dirt being a pain.

"Always so sensitive when I do this, are you really this desperate? Not like I don't already fuck you enough."

Cliffjumper's frame shakes, whimpering at your words. Primus above he can already feel transfluid leaking beneath him.

"Aw c'mon, you like it when I get all needy."

You can hear the smile in his shaky voice, hear how his audio crackles under the strain of him trying to keep his pleasure under control.

"I do, but you have a bad habit of running your mouth."

"I thought you liked it when I-mm! H-hey not so...so..oohh.!"

You chuckle to yourself, knowing his underside is more delicate in this form, touching and scrubbing his crosspole.

"There, now be a good boy and let me work my magic."

"Yeah yeah, anything you say!"

He's already so out of breath, what a cute bot you have wrapped around your finger.