#but as sore as i am after stretching i finally feel like I'm on the right track

[imaginedisish]

The Promise (Logan Howlett x Fem!Reader)

A/N: Short and sweet...or rather...incredibly spicy. Here's the *Logan catches you...touching yourself* fic. Couldn't think of a song until the end of writing this one. Went with "The Promise" by When in Rome. Also, if I'm messing up with the tag list I am so sorry. Anyway, ENJOY!

Summary: You want to relax after a long day, so you decide to let off some steam alone in your room. But, you're not as alone as you think. Logan can hear you loud and clear...and he's happy to help.

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DNI!!!! SMUT!!! Masturbation (f!), oral (f!receiving), fingering, Unprotected PIV (wrap it up!), porn with NO PLOT, softdom!Logan, cocky!Logan, Logan is def not respecting personal space here, friends to lovers, feelings, afab!reader/fem!reader, cursing, prob some grammatical errors, I think that's it.

Word Count: 2,588 this is the dirtiest thing I've ever written

Finally. You’re in your room. Alone. Today had been exhausting. It was drill after drill, class after class, until your eyes stung and your muscles were beyond sore. But now, all there is to worry about is the mattress at your back and the blankets you’ve pulled up to your chin… 

…Save for that itch, that ache growing between your legs. You had been able to ignore it before, when Logan had you pinned to the wall during one of your drills in the danger room. He caged you in, arms above your head. Gotcha, princess, he whispered, and walked away. You tried to brush off the way your heart fluttered in your chest, tried to shove down the ache that was building in your belly. Logan was your friend—nothing more.

But now that you’re finally alone, it’s too much. You let your hand trail down your body, pushing past the waistband of your shorts and inside your panties. You close your eyes and think of Logan as your fingertips brush your clit. You picture him standing at the edge of your bed, climbing on top of you. 

“F-fuck,” you stutter, working your clit, drawing tight circles, imagining it’s Logan’s hand instead—exploring your folds, spreading your slick, dipping his fingers into your entrance. You whisper his name as you think of him crawling down your body and settling in between your thighs, burying his face into your cunt. 

You imagine what his tongue feels like, lapping at you, flicking your clit. “Logan,” you moan, louder this time, thinking no one can hear you. 

Logan walks down the hall. He can hear your voice, soft and small through the slight crack in your door. You must’ve forgotten to close it all the way. It almost sounds like you’re singing, and his heart squeezes in his chest at the thought.

But then he hears his name. 

“Logan.” It’s a whisper, a faint call. He thinks maybe you can hear him down the hall—that maybe you need help, maybe something’s wrong. He steps towards your room, furrowing his brows as he listens carefully, using his heightened senses. 

“Logan,” you moan again. And he hears it all this time—hears your breathy whines, your legs pushing against the mattress. And fuck, he can smell you. Wet. Aching. His cock hardens at the thought of you getting off to him, his erection straining against his jeans. He walks closer to your door, his steps tentative and quiet. 

Your door is almost closed—the latch just touching the frame. The light from your room casts a thin line across the darkened hallway. It’s warm and glowy, and Logan can feel it pulling him in—can feel it begging him to push the door open and head inside. He holds himself back, resigning himself to listening to your soft murmurs and drunken mumbles. 

But then you’re calling his name again. 

“Logan,” you whimper, your circles quickening, your walls fluttering around nothing. You imagine him fucking into you, spreading you out and stretching you open. You wish he’d come in here and touch you, take you, make you feel good. 

Logan’s cock throbs, his jeans suddenly far too tight. He can tell you’re getting closer, your breathing becoming short and frantic. He knows he shouldn’t, but he pushes the door open just a touch more. You’re in the center of the bed, eyes shut tight, head thrown back, hand underneath the blanket and stuffed inside your panties. 

“N-need you,” you stutter. You need him to really touch you—need to feel his body against yours. Need to—

You suddenly hear your door shut, and your eyes fly open. 

Logan is at the edge of your bed, his hands pressing into the mattress, white-knuckling the sheets as he looks up at you under half-lidded eyes. 

“How long were you—” “I heard everything, pretty girl,” Logan growls, his shoulders tight, his brows furrowed. He’s holding back, restraining himself. “Heard you calling my name.” “I-I…” You trail off, heat spreading across your chest. You don’t know what to say, or how to get yourself out of this. 

“You what, princess?” Logan teases, climbing onto the mattress. “You want me that bad?” He slowly pulls the covers down, revealing your bare thighs. “Want me so bad you’re thinking about me when you touch yourself? Saying my name even when I’m not around?”

He tugs the blanket down farther, your legs on full display for him. “Logan,” you choke, catching your breath. “I didn’t mean to—”

But he’s crawling up your body, grabbing your legs, and tugging you down the mattress. “Don’t worry, darlin’,” he soothes, his big hands pushing apart your legs, his palms splaying on the inside of your thighs. “I want you too.” His hands trail up to the waistband of your shorts, his fingers hooking inside. “You want me to take care of you?”

You swallow harshly. “Y-yes,” you stammer. “Please.”

He strips your shorts and panties from your legs, casting them to the floor. “What were you thinking about when you were touching yourself, hm?” He asks, settling in between your thighs. He brings an arm up and over your hips, gluing your lower half to the mattress. 

“You,” you mumble. 

Logan cocks his head to the side and smirks. “I know that pretty girl,” he husks, his free hand sliding towards your core. “But what were you thinking about?” His thumb finally finds your clit and strokes lightly. 

“Th-that,” you moan as he draws tight circles around the bud. 

“Just this?” He asks teasingly, holding you down as you squirm involuntarily underneath him. 

“More…” You trail off, your eyes fluttering closed as Logan’s circles become faster. 

“Eyes on me, pretty girl,” Logan demands, his touch slipping away. Your eyes flutter back open, and Logan’s thumb finds your clit again. “Now tell me what you want.”

You swallow harshly, waves of pleasure rippling through your body. You need more, and you’ll take anything he’s willing to give you. “W-want your tongue,” you finally choke out. 

“Yeah?” Logan teases, bringing his face down to your heat. “This what you wanted?” He licks a long stripe through your folds and up to your clit. “That feel good?” He’s lapping at you, his tongue dragging through your slit, flicking your bud and drawing tight circles. 

“Yes,” you pant, struggling to keep your eyes open. His face is buried inside your cunt, eating you out like a starved man. The sight is unseemly: his disheveled hair, the way he’s swallowing you whole. “Feels so good, Logan.”

He smirks against you. “Such a good pussy,” he mutters, wrapping his lips around your clit and sucking. “Tastes so fucking good.” His fingers trail up your inner thigh, climbing higher, finding your folds. 

“Please,” you beg, his gaze meeting yours. 

“Please what, princess?” He asks, looking deeply into your eyes as he sucks on your clit again, rougher this time. Your eyes flutter shut. “Thought I told you to keep those pretty eyes open,” he commands, and you listen. 

“W-want your fingers,” you moan, forcing your eyes to stay open as Logan mercilessly flicks your clit with his tongue. 

And then he’s thrusting two long fingers deep inside you. You curse under your breath as he stretches you out. “So wet,” Logan growls against your core, pulling out only to shove his fingers back in—somehow deeper this time. “So beautiful like this, always so beautiful.”

Your walls flutter around him, his words weakening your resolve. He pumps in and out of you, his fingers scissoring deep inside. He takes your clit back between his lips and sucks long and hard, his teeth grazing your bud as he latches on and lets go. It’s overwhelming—the way he fucks into you, the way he laps at you, his eyes never leaving yours. 

“Lo,” you whine, clenching down on his fingers as he sinks deeper inside you. His pumps become faster, his fingers shoving in and out again and again. 

“That’s it, pretty girl,” he soothes, the flick of his tongue goading you along. “Could smell how much you needed me from the hallway,” he says between laps. “Know you’re getting close for me, sweetheart.”

“Fuck, Logan,” you whimper, his words driving you closer to the edge. It’s all too much. Him, suddenly being here, with you. Devouring you. Wanting you. Needing you. Yes, that’s it. Need. His face buried between your legs; his nose pressed just above your clit. His fingers dragging along your walls. He’s consuming you. Dying to be inside you—to be as close as he can possibly get. 

“That’s it, darlin’. Let go.”

And then you’re coming undone, pleasure wracking through your body, fire lighting down your spine. Everything is dizzying and warm, white-hot heat flooding your vision, stars dancing before your eyes. 

“Fuck,” Logan grunts against you, lapping up your juices. “So fucking good. Did so good for me.” His fingers slow inside you and gently pull out, but his tongue is still working at you. He pushes through your folds, savoring the taste of you. 

“Lo,” you groan, squirming underneath him. “Need you now.” 

“You have me,” he mutters against you, the vibrations of his voice wracking your already overstimulated clit. 

“But…” you trail off, the tension building back up between your legs. “N-need you. Please.” 

He licks one more long stripe through your folds and looks up at you. “Say it,” he demands, your release glistening on his chin. “Tell me exactly what you need.” He climbs up your body. “Go on,” he teases, hiking your shirt up your stomach, pushing it over your tits. He smirks when he sees that you have no bra on—your breasts bare before him. His hands trail up to your chest, massaging gently, pinching your nipples. 

You curse under your breath, instinctually spreading your legs. “Need you to fuck me,” you whisper, and Logan grins. 

His touch disappears from your body, his hands finding the hem of his beater as he sits back on his knees. He tugs his shirt up and over his head, throwing it to the floor. He’s perfect, his muscles flexing and contracting as he moves. “Need my cock, pretty girl?” He chides, working at his belt next, tossing it to the side. 

“Yes,” you pant, watching as he undoes his button and his zipper, yanking his jeans and boxers down his legs. His erection springs free, and he’s so much bigger than you had anticipated. You bite your lips nervously at the sight. 

Logan lowers himself down over you, balancing on his forearm as his free hand comes down to stroke your hip comfortingly. “Gonna take care of you, sweetheart,” Logan soothes, pressing his forehead to yours. His hand leaves your hip and wraps around the base of his cock, guiding himself to your entrance. 

You shiver as his tip slides through your folds. He’s so close, his breath fanning across your face. He teases your slit, spreading your slick, nudging against your clit, and slides back down to your entrance.

 His lips finally find yours, swallowing your moans as he shoves himself deep inside you, down to the hilt with one thrust. “Fuck,” he grunts, his hand slipping between your bodies to find your clit. “Tight little pussy.” He slides out and plunges back in, drawing circles around your bud. “So fucking warm, so perfect,” he whispers against your lips, pressing another kiss as he sets his pace. 

He starts out slow, his hips rhythmically rocking against yours. He’s filling you up, splitting you open with every pump. You curse under your breath as his cock drags along your walls. “Feels so good, Lo,” you moan. 

His thumb strokes your clit as he fucks into you, faster now. He’s hitting that sweet spot deep inside with every thrust. “Is this what you were thinking about when you were getting yourself off, pretty girl?” Logan grunts, slamming into you. “Thinking about me fucking you just like this?”

“Yes,” you cry out, your muscles contracting around him. “Always thinking about you.”

Logan smiles against your lips, his eyes dark with lust as he pumps in and out. “Bet you wanted me to hear you,” he huffs, his thumb pressing harder against your clit, his circles becoming rapid and frantic. “Bet you left that door open on purpose.”

You whine a yes as he pounds into you, his lips trailing down your jaw to your neck, biting your pulse point and kissing away the sting his teeth leave behind. You can feel yourself getting closer, already fucked out beyond all thought. All you can think about is Logan and the way he’s stuffing himself inside you, pushing deeper and deeper. 

“Needed you too, beautiful,” Logan whispers at the shell of your ear, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing against the walls of your room. “Needed you this whole time.” 

You wrap your legs around his waist, giving him more leverage to sink deeper inside you. Your arms find purchase around his back, your nails digging into his bare skin. Logan pinches your clit roughly in between his tight, rapid circles, and you moan his name.

“I know, darlin’,” he soothes, his hips bucking, his cock twitching inside you. “Can feel you squeezing me, know you’re already close.”

“Just feels so good,” you moan as he drills into you relentlessly. “Don’t want you to stop.” 

Logan chuckles darkly, flicking your clit. “Don’t think I can, pretty girl.” He twitches inside you again, and you know he’s close too. He throbs against your walls, pulling out and thrusting all the way back in. 

“Such a good fucking girl,” he praises. He’s still stretching you out with every pump, splitting you open. “Wanna feel you come on my cock, sweetheart. Can you do that for me?” 

“Y-yes,” you stutter, your walls fluttering around him. You can feel yourself slipping, letting go as he slams into you. 

“That’s it, I’ve got you,” he coos, circling your clit. “Come on my cock, just like that.”

Logan thrusts into you again, bottoming out, and the tension snaps. Everything is bliss and searing pleasure. Hazy and blurred. It’s all too much, your eyes welling up as your orgasm rips through you. You blink back your tears. Logan kisses your forehead, his pace faltering as you come undone around him. 

“Wanted you this whole time,” he groans, his hips stuttering. “So fucking beautiful,” he husks. “So perfect.” You pull him closer as he comes inside you, filling you up and painting your walls. Logan moans your name, looking deep into your eyes as he finishes. 

His hips stall inside you, his thumb stroking your clit gently, riding out your orgasms, letting you down easy from your high. 

He notices the single tear sliding down your cheek and brings his hand up from your clit to wipe it away. “You okay?” He asks, concern painted across his face. He presses a chaste kiss to your forehead, his arm wrapping around your back to pull you into his chest.

“Yeah,” you whisper, your eyes fluttering closed. “M’perfect,” you mumble, burying your face into the center of Logan’s chest. He rolls you onto your side, tugging you closer, his cock still half-hard inside you. “Can you stay with me?” You ask, your voice small and quiet, nervous that he might say no. 

“Not going anywhere, pretty girl,” Logan reassures, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head. “I promise.” 

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[fic-over-cannon]

Sunnie!! I am insane over this concept of Jason marveling over how sensitive his partner is... and now I'm thinking about Jason being feral when he returns from patrol and NEEDING to bury his face between their legs. All he wants is to make them feel good. Oh also, breastplay. I know in my heart he likes his mouth occupied <3

Yes! Yes! Like Jason loves fucking his partner, that’s a given. But as soon as he finds out just how sensitive they are? Well his new favourite place is with his head buried between their thighs seeing how many times he can make them come on his tongue, then his fingers, and only then his cock. (He’ll mix up the order sometimes but he’s pretty set in his routine). Also? When your thighs are wrapped around his ears and he can only taste you, when his fingers are occupied with curling just the way you like and pinning you down so you stop squirming too much, Jason can block out the whole world. It’s a particularly handy trick when patrol doesn’t go so well and all he wants is to block out the world by drowning himself in you. On those nights he likes to make it a competition to see just how many more times than last time he can make you come.

Jason has eating you out down to an exact science. He knows when to give you flat broad strokes of his tongue and exactly how much suction on your clit sends you over the edge. How many fingers to give you before the stretch gets overwhelming and he can feel you spasming. Knows exactly how to walk you right up to the edge of orgasm before pulling away and making you swear in frustration. He’ll push you over the cliff’s edge so many times your thighs will be soaked with it and he’ll still know exactly how to keep you begging for more. When your thighs are trembling and you’re riding that knife’s edge of overstimulation and pleasure, that’s when he knows you’re almost ready for his cock. He won’t give it to you yet though, wants to wait until he’s got you pliant and begging to be fucked even though you were squealing about it being all too much moments ago.

No, what he does next is become gentle. Moves up your body to mouth at your breasts. His chin is obscenely wet, smears of your slick making your breasts shine from where he devours them. Takes his time with biting and sucking at each breast, catching a nipple between his teeth before soothing the sting with a drag of his tongue. Kneading the other breast with a large scarred hand so it doesn’t feel lonely. All the while he’s sliding his cock through the mess you’ve made between your thighs, the tip just catching but not going in any further. Slow maddening strokes a background to the attention he’s paying your chest but driving you mad all the same.

Finally, finally when you’re coming apart at the seams pleading with him to finally make you full, does he relent. Sucking hickies into the soft flesh of your breast he’ll slide in. And because he knows you so well, he’ll have you right where he wants you. Uncertain of if you want to pull him closer or push him away. The scrape of teeth and the pleasure pain of being stretched full almost too much to process. Punched out breaths turning to high pitched whines as you cling to him, cradle his head to your chest and let him take control of you pleasure until there’s stars behind your eyelids and you can’t feel anything beyond Jason.

Jason takes a lot of pleasure in just how sensitive you are after you’ve come for him too. He enjoys how even the gentlest featherlight stroke of your thigh sets you twitching. How the aloe gel he rubs into your sore breasts makes you murmur and squirm at the sensation. Even when the main event is over, there’s a thousand ways for Jason to play with your sensitivity and he’s not in the habit of denying himself your pleasure.

[eat-limes-bitches]

Attitude Adjustment

PAIRING: Female! Chiropractor! Reader x Avenger!Bucky Barnes

SUMMARY: Pain affects everyone. Even 106-year-old assassins

WARNINGS: Smidge of Angst, mostly Fluff. Grumpy! Bucky. Some of Bucky's negative self-image but very little. Talks of chiropractic adjustment so cracking joints but nothing too bad. Sam's a little shit. Probably poorly written but oh well.

Word Count: 1006

A/N: Hey guys! I know the last two posts have been really heart-wrenching so here is something a little light-hearted to counteract what I'm gonna be posting next. I am going to be starting chiropractic school in the fall and I know that it has really helped me with some chronic pain stuff that I have going on even with my crazy high pain tolerance so thought Bucky could use some adjustments too!

Enjoy! <3

Dividers by Rookthorne

Y/n watched Bucky from across the gym, analyzing his movements as he tried to continue his set. There was a slight dip in his step as he walked over to the weight plates and a subtle clench of his jaw as he lifted the plate onto the bar. Maybe he’s just sore, she mused as she returned to her stretches. The room around her was slowly disappearing when there was a loud bang and a shout. She jumped, eyes flying open as she shot her gaze across the room where Bucky held his ribs under his left arm while Sam laughed. 

 “What’s wrong, tin man? Age finally catching up to you?” Bucky shot a nasty glare at the man, 

“You won’t be laughing when I drown you in the creek,” Bucky growled as he took a threatening step toward Sam.

“Woah, woah, woah!” Sam placated as he took a step backward. “I was just messin’ with ya man!” Bucky just glared at him again and knocked his metallic shoulder against Sam’s as he stormed off towards the exit. Sam made eye contact with Y/n, shrugging his shoulders and motioning towards the door as if he were saying, ‘Get a load of that guy’. Y/n shook her head and made a mental note to check on him later.

Sometime later after Y/n had finished her workout, she ventured to Bucky’s room, pausing just outside the door. Steadying herself with a breath, she gently rapped on the door. There was a deep groan from the other side of the door, and before Y/n was able to make some space between her and the door, it flew open, revealing a rather disgruntled Bucky, eyes narrowing as he took in her form. 

“What.” He grunts out glare unwavering from her smaller form in the doorway. Y/n steadied herself with a reminder that he was in pain and to not let it get to her. She instead matched his gaze.

“You’re in pain.” She stated cooly observing his reaction as he shifted weight off of his left leg, rolling his eyes.

“Right, ‘cause you can tell from across a room.” He scoffed. Y/n let out an indignant huff as she looked him up and down.

“You’re favoring the left side of your body, and anyone can see that. Your hips are crooked from compensating the extra weight on the left side of your body. You have a slight limp which is throwing your body further out of alignment, and since Steve pinned you during training on Tuesday, you’ve been protecting your left ribcage which was then further aggravated from your bench pressing today.”

Bucky stared at her, eyes wide. “H-how do you know all that?” Y/n’s gaze softened as she gave him a gentle smile. 

“Buck, I’m a chiropractor, I’m trained to see these things. I can help you feel better if you’d like.” She noticed the hesitance in his eyes as he thought about her offer. 

“You know you are allowed help right?” She whispered, placing a hand on his arm. 

Bucky searched her eyes for a moment, waiting for the other shoe to drop, for her to pull away and just laugh, tell him it was all a joke, and walk away but it never came, she just stood there, hand spreading warmth through his arm, smile sending butterflies straight to his stomach. Letting out a breath, he nodded, letting Y/n take his hand and lead him to her office. 

The room was bright, the afternoon sun coming in through the window painted everything in a golden glow. Y/n motioned to the table in the middle of the room.

“Here, lay face down for me.” She said gently, patting the table. Bucky did as he was told,  and melted into the comfortable cushion as Y/n danced her fingers up and down his spine. She paused at the very base of his neck moved her fingers towards his shoulder and gently pressed down. Bucky yelped slightly and jerked away from her touch. 

“I’m sorry Buck, I won’t do it again but that just confirmed my suspicion,” Y/n murmured as she walked around the table, placing the heel of her palms on his upper back.

“Yeah, and what's that?” Bucky grumbled, starting to regret his decision. 

Y/n gave a sharp thrust, and a satisfying pop rang out through the room, startling Bucky. “Your first rib was out of place.” Bucky pushed himself up to look at Y/n wide-eyed. 

“My first rib is out of place!” She just smiled.

“Was. I put it back. That's what that sound was.” 

This went on for a few more minutes. Y/n would palpate different parts of his body, there would be a pop, and Bucky make some sort of surprised noise. Eventually, Y/n made the last adjustment and helped Bucky sit up before taking a seat next to him. 

“How do you feel?” 

Bucky rolled his shoulders before stretching both of his arms above his head. His eyes widened as he snapped his head to meet Y/n’s gaze. Shock was written all over his features as he stood up and wasn’t greeted with the sharp sting that he had grown accustomed to in his lower back. 

“Wow, that-that’s amazing!” He sent a heart-stopping grin in Y/n’s direction. 

“Thank you, Y/n I feel much better.” He said sincerely, taking Y/n’s hand in his as thanked her. Y/n blushed.

“Of course Bucky. Anytime.”

The pair wandered into the main living room where everyone was gathered. Bucky gave Y/n’s hand one last squeeze before strolling over to Steve and putting him in a headlock, laughing and carrying on. Y/n smiled as she watched them when Sam wandered over.

“What did you do to him?” He asked. Y/n just smiled, not taking her eyes off of Bucky, who was now arm-wrestling Tony who was using his suit.

“Nothing really just gave him an attitude adjustment.”

[chuuyasheaven]

“Mornin' ride” — Chuuya Nakahara

“After a very, very rough night, you wake up on Chuuya's chest. He was still sleeping of course, which resulted into kissing him to wake up. Finally waking up, he returns those kisses only for it to lead no where but into a small soft but passionate morning ride.”

Tags: soft! Chuuya Nakahara / afab! Reader, soft sex, morning sex, pet names, lazy sex?, praising kink, short?, cockwarming at the end, slight teasing, might contain grammar errors, rushed, etc.

Notes: Please forgive me guyssss, i was being su1cidal and silly !!! Butttt DADDY'S HOME !! X3

It was morning, the sun was up and was shining opon your sleeping form. As you opened your eyes you found yourself on Chuuya's chest with his arms hugging you. You rubbed your eyes and smile at seeing your boyfriends sleeping face. Then your eyes drifted onto his collarbone, the hickeys that you gave him last night were very visible. You tried remembering what happened and slightly blush. Yesterday, he was mean and rough with you, grabbing your hair and literally made you cum more than once.

Your eyes drifted back to his face, focusing on his lips. The urge to kiss him was strong, so you just gave in. Your lips touched softly while you were kissing him, your free hand went through his hair gently. You kept on kissing him, separating a few times to breathe. As you continue to peck his lips, you give him one last kiss, that one kiss waking him up. Chuuya's eyes fluttered open to see your tired smile. “Good morning, my love!”, you whispered, giving him another quick peck. He stretched his arms out and yawned, he smiled at you after. “Good morning, baby.”, he said in his raspy morning voice.

“How did you sleep?”, Chuuya asked you while his hand was sliding under your shirt to caress your back. “Fine,”, you responded, suddenly, Chuuya pulled you into another kiss. You didn't deny it, so you kissed him back, you hands cupping his face. Accidentally, you tried to get closer but you ended up rutting against his hips, making you both gasp into the kiss. Separating again, you tried to apologize. “Sorry, Chuuya, I didn't mean to—”, he only grabbed your hips and continued to make out with you softly. While grabbing your hips, he slowly moved them to grind against his crotch. As you were slowly getting turned on by this, Chuuya was getting harder by each grind.

After separating for the last time, he lazily smirked at you while removing your panties. He tossed them on the floor. "You don't mind riding me, right?", he asked in his morning voice, which was sexy and raspy. You nodded, fidgeting with Chuuya's waistband, trying to get past his boxers. When you finally got past it, you already had yourself positioned ready to take him. Since you were a little sore from last night you sank down slowly and gentle. Chuuya let out a deep grunt during the process, after taking him in fully you decided to wait to adjust. "You're still sore from yesterday?", "With the way you fucked me, yes, I am.", you replied, only to see another smirk forming back his lips. "But you liked it, didn't you, baby?", you blushed slightly at his teasing question. "Go slow if you need to,", that's when you adjusted just right, ready to start.

You started to slowly rock your hips, a quiet moan escaping your throat. Chuuya wasn't quiet either, a few grunts and whimpers left too. Yes, it was like 7am, but can you blame each other? You're both addicted to the feeling. "You need help, princess?", Chuuya asked while grabbing your hips to help you move. Instead of taking full control, he just went with the flow you created, gentle and soft. "Ch–chuuya. .", you whimpered softly, holding onto his shoulders. "That's my good girl,", Chuuya groaned into your ear, only helping you reach your orgasm faster. He was slowly picking up the speed, trying to release faster. "I'm getting— hah, c–close. .", Chuuya just kept quiet, his own climax nearing too. Both of your moans were filling up the room so early in the morning.

Soon enough, it washed over you, you gushed around his cock. "F–fuck.", Chuuya whimpered, making him cum inside of you. During your climax, Chuuya kissed you passionately. After coming down from your sweet release, you rested on top of Chuuya's chest again. "Want me to pull out?", you shook your head to signal a "no". He shrugged it off and kissed your forehead. "I'm tired.", you said before yawning, Chuuya just chuckled softly. "Lay down for a few minutes then. I'll wake you up later, sweetheart.", you closed your eyes, slowly drifting into sleep meanwhile Chuuya just held you close.

"—Sleep well, darlin'."

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omg! you’re my favorite person ever! I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE!!

85.) Body Swapped Besties

Pairing: Jeongin x Reader

Warnings: Crack

A/N: im kind of sad that i can’t make a full fic out of this but i ended up accidentally making it 2k words anyways and now im exhausted.

Your alarm was blaring loudly, signaling that it was 8 am and time for you to get up. You let out a groan and rolled from your back onto your left side, grabbing your phone and swiping the off button. Once the incessant screaming of your phone quit and your room fell back into a comfortable silence, you rolled back onto your back. You let out a yawn and stretching your limbs as far as humanly possible, ridding the sore muscles of their sleepy coated stiffness.

After a few moments of laying there, trying to keep yourself from falling back to sleep, you opened your eyes for the first time. The morning sun was shining through your sheer curtains, adding a soft green hue to your bedroom. The familiar sight of your white ceiling welcomed you back to the land of the living. Your body was aching and sore, more than usual. It felt like you’d spent the last week training for a triathalon when the most physical activity you did was walking to run errands and go to work. Maybe you slept wrong? Somehow you were able to sleep incorrectly on every bone, joint, muscle, and tendon?

Finally forcing your aching body to sit up, swinging your legs over the side of the bed before standing and letting out a his of pain as your muscles screamed at you to give them a break. You stumbled to the bathroom, struggling to move your body yet feeling quite a few inches taller than normal despite being slightly hunched over from pain. Flicking the light switch on in the bathroom, you walked straight to the toilet with a painfully full bladder. You sat down like normal but it felt different somehow. What was between your legs, keeping them from closing completely? You looked down and let out the loudest sheik your sore throat could muster. It was a lot deeper than your normal morning voice too, like 5 octaves lower.

You had a penis. You’re a woman in your twenties who suddenly grew a penis overnight. What was going on? You were panicking now, but you couldn’t stop the stream that was coming from your body that actually wasn’t YOUR body. Once you finished your morning pee, you pulled up your pants and ran to look in the mirror. Why the fuck was your best friend staring back at you? You- no, Jeongin’s body was what you saw and not your own. This has to be a dream right? You slapped yourself in the face, hard, a red handprint forming on the honey colored skin and stinging from impact. Okay, not a dream.

You ran out of the bathroom, grabbing your phone with trembling hands and immediately dialed your best friend’s number. You went to voicemail the first time, the second, the third, and finally on the fourth call he answered.

“Y/nnie?” He grumbled out, obviously still half asleep but instead of hearing your best friend, you heard yourself. “Jeongin!” you shouted, successfully waking up the younger man. “What is- why do I sound like you? WHY DO I HAVE TITS!? OH MY GOD! AND I'M SHORT! WHAT THE FUCK IS HAPPENING!?” Now Jeongin was panicking too. You could hear his door click open softly in the background and another man’s voice hit your ears. “Jeong- wait. Y/N? What are you doing here and- where’s jeongin? Why were you screaming?”

“Channie Hyung!” you could hear the others voice crack, probably crying considering that’s exactly what your body would do in this situation. “Why are you calling me Hyung Y/N? That’s weird.” Chan’s voice was still thick with sleep as he spoke and you listened to the interaction through the phone. “No, it’s not Y/N. It’s- why am I crying? Y/N, why the hell are you such a cry baby?” Jeongin asked you, probably confusing Chan in the process.

“It’s not like I can help it! It’s the estrogen and other hormones coursing through my body! Why the hell are you so hot headed!? I almost punched my mirror when I looked in it!” you retorted, anger filling your tone. “Do you really wanna punch me that bad y/nnie?” He asked and you were about to respond when he spoke again. “Wait- mirror? Y/nnie you dirty dog. Checking out my incredible body was the first thing you thought to do?” you could practically hear the smirk in his- well your- voice.

“No, the first thing I did was go to take a piss when I noticed a cock between my legs. Then I freaked out.” the words left your mouth before you could think and you heard a fit of giggles break out on the other side. You scrambled to fix your words, “I DIDN'T LOOK BECAUSE I WANTED TO! I DIDN'T KNOW IT WAS THERE!” you screamed and Jeongin only laughed harder. You were pissed again, the testosterone severely influencing your emotions.

“Okay- what the actual fuck is going on here!?” Chan shouted and shortly after you heard the other guys’ voices mixing into the mess on the other line. “Fuck it. I'm coming over.” you groaned and hung up the phone. You opened your wardrobe and began to pick out your normal clothes and started getting dressed before realizing they didn’t fit Jeongin’s body. “FUCKING TALL MUSCULAR BASTARD!” you shouted and shucked off the clothes. Luckily you had a few articles of his clothes he’d abandoned at your place over the years. Slipping on a hoodie and a pair of sweats, resorting to wear the house slippers you kept for him at your place considering his feet were a few sizes larger than your shoes.

It took you 15 minutes to drive to the dorms. You had to push the seat in your car all the way back for his lanky legs to actually fit and it was incredible how much of the road you could see in his body, his height creating a better vantage point. You trudged up to the door annoyed, not bothering to knock and swinging the door open. Stupid men and their lack of self preservation skills, just keeping their front door unlocked. “YAND JEONGIN!” you shouted and suddenly a stampede of 7 men and well, you, came running towards you from one of the back rooms.

“Okay that’s fucking weird. It’s like you’re talking in third person.” Changbin mumbled and then Jeongin was in front of you, just in your body. You had to look down slightly instead of up this time which was really strange. “Is that what I look like to you?” you gasped. You two didn’t have a huge height difference but apparently just 5 inches was a drastic change that neither of you were used to. “Damn. I’m even hot from this angle.” he quipped in response and you had to resist every urge to slap him considering you’d be slapping yourself instead.

“Okay, we have got to fix this now. Before your stupid boy brain does anything foul to my body.” you snarled, the thought making you angry again. “Don’t worry, having to see my best friend’s tits isn’t that bad but god are they annoying. I’ve ran them into shit probably 6 times already.” he grumbled and moved his hand to rub the sore area of your breast. You were able to grab his wrist, the strength of your grip causing a yelp to ring through the dorm. “OW FUCK! Letgoletgoletgo!” he whines and you released the wrist, it immediately began to swell and turn red. “Fuck that hurt!” he shouted and Minho began to inspect it.

“Damn Jeong- er y/nnie… I think you broke y/n- er um… the wrist? this is so confusing.” he groaned and let go of the possibly broken wrist. “Jesus fuck. What are you, the hulk? how the hell do you not break everything and everyone you touch?” you were shocked by the amount of strength you had, you didn’t even try and you had probably just broken your wrist? How the hell does he hold back his strength all the time? Is that why your muscles hurt so bad?

“Yeah, we’ve gotta get you two switched back before either of you get handsy with each- no, with yourselves? And before Y/nnie ends up breaking anything or anyone else with Jeongin’s body.” Chan stated matter of factly and the others let out exhausted sighs. It wasn’t even 9am yet and today was already the most exhausting day ever.

[ponyosmom35]

you don't like me, I don't like you

Simon Ghost Riley x reader

Liability series chapter two!

Synopsis: Reader is new, she's a medic whom is strictly on base. She is not enlisted in the military. She's there due to her older sisters training for Taskforce 141, her sister made a deal with Laswell, the pair were a packaged deal. Ghost hasn't been taking her arrival well as he feels like she's a waste of space. He is not afraid to let her know for the second time since they've met.

warnings: enemies to lovers, cursing, ghost is scary, reader is stubborn

Link to full Liability series:

https://www.tumblr.com/ponyosmom35/733401347573088256/simon-ghost-riley?source=share

After finally finishing the last part of the report Ghost sighs and closes his computer. It was nearly 3 am and he was exhausted. He stands up, stretching his sore limbs slightly, and walks to his door, he shuts the light off and closes it behind him, locking it. In the distance, he could hear banging. He frowns knowing that it was lights out, so nobody should be awake. He notices the light coming from the training center and walks in angrily. He notices the new medic. Younger sister of Sergeant Emma James, one of the finest in the training program. Price had her transferred to his base so he could keep an eye on her, testing to see if she’d be a good fit for 141. He was unsure why Laswell had requested her medic sister be transferred as well. The girl had been nothing but a pain in his ass from the moment she arrived. She didn’t belong there, what use was a medic if she was strictly on base, no military experience.  He scoffs as he notices her incorrect form as she punches the bag over and over, her stance was off and her hands weren’t even taped correctly. He stomps over to her and turns off the music she had playing in the background. She whips around and glares at him angrily. 

“What the fuck are you doing?” she demands, snatching the speaker from him

“You shouldn’t be out here, its light out”

“I don’t care” 

“Go back to your room, no one is allowed out here”

“Then why are you here?” she questions, staring at him with raised eyebrows 

“The rules don’t apply to me”

“So you’re above it all now?” she asks sarcastically 

“I’m the Lieutenant” he deadpans 

“I don’t really care to be honest” 

“Listen, I don't think you understand. You don't belong here. You're not a solider. You are a medic. So, get back to your rom and stay there. Otherwise, I'm going to have to report you to Captain Price for insubordination. Do I make myself clear?” Ghost warns, his tone incredibly threatening. It takes everything in her not to show her fear.  

“I’m not enlisted in the military”

“Listen, you may work for Laswell, but you're still on a military base, and that makes you subject to military law. Go to your room, or I will order the guards to take you there myself. Understood?”

“what guards Luitentant? looks like it’s just you and me here” she says gesturing to the empty room.

“Don't test me, medic. Just go back to your room, and don't come out until morning. Is that a clear enough order for you?”

“like I said, I don't take orders from you Ghost” she sneers 

“You're making a mistake. Let me spell it out for you, Either you agree to do what I say and when I say it, or I'll call Laswell and have her pull you out of this task force and send you back to the states. Is that clear?”

“First you bitch about my lack of training, now you're bitching at me to go to bed! make up your goddamn mind!”

“So that's your attitude then? Fine, I'll call Laswell right now and explain the situation. There’s an endless amount of army medics who do us good in the field. You’re easy to replace”

“fuck you” she says as she tries to push past him, making sure to hit him with her shoulder

“Listen!” he snaps, grabbing her arm and pull her back towards him, his tone growing more serious as his expression darkens.

“ I've been trying to be patient with you, but that time is over. Now listen up, because I'm going to say this once. You are here because you're part of a team and you're expected to behave like it. And that means doing what I say, no questions asked. Do you understand?”

“If I say yes will you finally shut the fuck up?”

“I wasn't finished speaking, and you will show a little more respect to me and this unit. Now, I asked you a question. Do you understand?”

“yes! I heard you perfectly clear” she responds as she turns her back on him and walks towards the sleeping quarters. 

“Fucking hell” 

-

The next morning Ghost had asked Soap to bring her to his office the next morning. He could not have her behave that way around the others. Disrespect was not permitted here. Someone needed to teach her. It dones’t take long for a knock to appear at his door. 

“Come in” he yells gruffly 

Soap opens the door for her and pats her on the shoulder gently. He sends Ghost a look before shutting it behind him. Ghost motions for her to enter and sit down at the chair across from his desk. “Now that you’ve slept on it, what have you got to say for yourself? I hope you've got a real good excuse for that behavior last night”

“what do you want me to say? want me to tell you I'm on my period or that I'm just that naturally charming?” she says sarcastically, her arms crossed as she sits down. 

“What I want to know is why you thought it was okay to go against direct orders from a superior officer”

“I see that we're going in circles here, so why don't we just cut the shit. you don't like me, I don't like you. For whatever reason you've been out to get me since I got here. Look man I'm just trying to do my job, so if you want me to stop 'defying orders'”  she quotes him sarcastically “then you should just let me do what I came here to”

“You don't get it, do you? It has nothing to do with me not liking you or some personal vendetta that you think I have against you. The fact of the matter is, you're not qualified to be a part of this operation. You don't have the training, skills, or experience to handle yourself in a dangerous situation. What you're doing is putting yourself and other members of the task force at risk, and I'm not going to tolerate it.”

“my position has nothing to do with the field, I'm strictly on base!” she exclaims 

“That is not the point. You're still on duty, and you're still responsible for the safety and well-being of the task force. You're a liability, not a help, when it comes down to it. If we need an immediate evac and the other actual medics are already in the field then what? we send you in because you're all we got. The last thing I need right now is to worry about keeping you safe instead of focusing on the mission. So, do you understand why you're nothing but a burden to me on this task force?”

“I've been called many things in my life, but never a burden. that's a new one thanks Ghost you truly never fail to surprise me! But you aren't gonna bully me out of here. Laswell wanted me here and I'm gonna do my job” she says standing “Also for future reference, the medic that could be saving your life one day really isn't the person to piss off”

“Oh trust me, I'm well aware” his skull-covered face inching closer as he leaned forward, his dark eyes boring into hers. She stands tall and refuses to let him see how truly nervous he made her. ”But while we're giving life advice, let me give you some. If I were you, I would be very careful about who you choose to piss off. Because if I have to deal with your bullshit again, I'll make sure you regret it. Is that clear?”

She salutes him sarcastically and walks out the door. Ghost rolls his eyes and sighs in frustration. 

“Bloody hell” he murmurs before going back to his paperwork. 

chapter 3: https://www.tumblr.com/ponyosmom35/733828281298780160/show-him?source=share

[greycaelum]

i just read the alpha satoru (w/ pregnant so) and i NEED A MORE ELABORATED ONE 😭 like what was his reaction when he found out that his mate is pregnant then how was he during the process and when his mate was giving birth and first few months of his pups 😭😭

this is probably (most likely) a long request so answer it at your own pace !! you made me crave alpha satoru so much 😭 ily grey 😁

Jujutsu Kaisen: Alpha CEO Gojo Satoru X Pregnant Wife Reader

The closing piece for Gentle Affection Collections!

[Notes & Warning: NSFW, non-curse AU breeding kink, a/b/o dynamics, knotting, creampies, pregnancy kink & stages, domestic life, hurt-comfort themes, arguing, childbirth, protective and possessive Satoru, post-partum mentions, child-rearing, soft family themes, Satoru is horny and a softy dadda, EXPLICIT SMUT will welcome you the moment you push that 'keep reading button', YOURSELF, YOUR RESPONSIBILITY, you are not obliged to read this stuff if you don't want to and uncomfortable with such themes. Word Count: 5.6k not proofread]

"This genre is my to-go when I'm stressed, it's one of my top comforts, thank you and I did take my time HAHAHAHA sending you my hugs and lots of love! I had to stop writing or else it will be too long~ Thank you for joining me on this journey, GAC Event is finally drawing it's curtains, XOXO." —Grey,

Nascency

Your body quivered from the sweet and hard pounding of the man above you who is as breathless and burning in the heat. A hot tongue licked the tears dribbling down your cheeks as Satoru constantly release his calming sandalwood-scented pheromone to soothe your hazy senses while he urgently filled your moist and abused cervix.

At this point, you cannot distinguish if it's your juices or Satoru's cum oozing and being pushed in and out of you by his thick and rigid shaft. Your tender walls have memorized every vein and the bulbous head of his member kissing the deepest corner of your womanhood. Every time Satoru pulls out your hot core spasm, your walls are begging him to fill your already stuffed passage with his hot baby batter.

"S-Satoru," Your slurred scream accompanied by your nails digging so deliciously into the expanse of your mate's back made him ache for you so much more.

"Hmmm?" He chuckled and wipe the tears dribbling down your eye corners.

"Too f-full," loud stuttering whimpers were accompanied by coquettish mewls when his tip hit your spots, the walls of your sore mounds gripped him too tight, wrapping around his flesh like a vice driving him to a frenzy. "I can't-" you cried between your slurred whimpers. "'s too b-big Alpha."

Satoru chuckled at your blabbering. How cute. His little mate reduce to a puddle while he fucks you over and over.

No matter how many times Satoru enters you, the sheer massive girth of his member stretching you open, rearranging your guts never failed to knock the oxygen out your lungs.

"It has to be full or else how am I gonna put my pup in you? Hmm?" Satoru grunted, at your salacious moans, pulling your leg to hook it above his shoulder granting him deeper access to your recess so that he could feel his seed escaping your folds. "You're gonna be a great mother, Sweetheart," Fuck, his hot seed should be crammed inside your womb, how could he knock you up if his cum keep seeping out of you? Not like this. He snarled and feel the root of his hot rod throb uncontrollably. "Cum," growling in your ear, Satoru desperately chased after his high, driving fast and hard in your spasming heat

"W-wan'," you nod in your exhausted state, eyes half-lidded and a daze while staring at Satoru's body. "Want i-inside me," you gasp in between his powerful thrust. "C-cum inside, please!"

A harsh curse followed by a guttural groan filled your ears and his unbearable girth entered your womanhood. Satoru's hand found its place above your stomach where his pup will grow, the thought of seeing your belly swell with his child inside made Satoru's heart soar so hard. Your leaky nipples making sweet milk and seeing you waddle around, heavily pregnant because of him. That ought to declare to anyone who dares to eye you who made you pregnant and whose pup you're carrying. Just the image of you holding your swelling belly made him preen.

"You're gonna make me a Daddy yeah?" He moaned, savoring the last of his powerful thrust, feeling his release coming anytime. He's in his most potent phase, he's gonna put that seed in your fertile womb. "You're gonna so pretty, waddling around our home." He bucked into you almost stuttering at how tight you were clenching around him. "Fuck Sweetheart!"

"Y-yeah," your head threw back with his, eyes wide and sweet shivers of climax crawling up your spine. Your arms and legs jerk in shuddering spasms as you let go and cum around his member triggering Satoru's release. With one last push, he shoved his rod fully inside up to the root of his knot.

Your mewls and whimpers of Satoru's name made him shiver and his member pulsed inside you, thick splurts bathed your weeping core until you feel dizzy and so full, milking down his every worth straight into your fertile womb, the thickness of his bulbous knot plugged you up keeping his hot sticky seeds from escaping from you.

Your Alpha breeding you deeply, as the streams of his cum gradually tide down but the knot remains hard with no signs of deflating anytime soon.

Your breaths slow down gradually to soft whines and purring. Breathing still ragged but no more sobs. Gaining back his senses Satoru found you passed out and spent but completely fine. But when he stared down your bloated belly, ounces of pride poked his heart, surely he knocked you up with that, if not, the two of you can always try as many times as needed.

"Just grow inside there little guy, your Dad needs to take care of Mom here." Rubbing your stomach, Satoru shifts to his side to cradle you in his arms.

A pang of guilt hit him seeing your tired and worn out sleeping face, the tears on your cheeks that have dried up squeeze some ounces of curses on himself for always pushing you off your limits.

"I'll make it up to you mate." His nose nuzzles your sweat gland, soaking you with his scent until you're covered with the same sandalwood scent as him.

Cute purrs and sighs filtered out of your lips as your body subconsciously curl into Satoru's arms, laying your cheeks on his sweaty chest with his knot still inside of you. He pulls the blanket up above your shoulders, pressing a kiss full of adoration against your nape, his arm protectively resting above the curve of your hip, a palm cradling your tummy where his pup is about to be conceived. You smell so heavenly soaking in his smell as Satoru scented you over and over until he's fully satisfied with your sweet blissful scent.

"Are you okay? You've been sleeping throughout the day." Shoko extended you a bottle of water.

"I dunno but for some reason, I'm sleepy these past few days, SAD must be getting me." You slumped to the table. "Spring always gives me the chills."

"Seasonal Affective Disorder, huh?" Shoko sized you up, her eyes landed on your stomach. "Are you hungry?"

"Uhm, do we have natto in the cafeteria? I wanna eat natto."

You missed the look of disgust on Shoko's face at the mention of the fermented sticky soybeans.

You have to get that natto at once.

"There's my hoodie thief," Satoru emerged from the closet with only his boxers on, strutting in all his naked glory.

Your eyed him with caution and hug yourself, wearing his oversized comfy hoodie and slid down the covers in denial of your mate's accusations.

"You want my shirts pretty girl?" Satoru chuckled, pushing you into the bed so he could squeeze in. You curl into him with your back against Satoru's chest while his arm rest on your hip, his hand finding it's way to cradle your belly in the warmth of his callous palm.

"I want some natto, do something Gojo," you grumbled.

"You're also a Gojo," he scoff and pinched your cheeks. You smell so nice that it lulls Satoru to a peaceful state. You smell like vanilla and lemon, mixed with his scent sticking faintly but all over you. The tip of his nose found the space of your neck, unable to resist nosing his way up and down followed by his thumb drawing circles on your belly.

"Uhmm" Fluttering butterflies dance in the pool of your stomach rendering you purring for more of your Alpha's soothing touch.

"Have you notice anything unusual these past few days?"

"Huh?" You breathe, burying your head in the crook of his neck.

You're too daze to focus as Satoru's teeth bite and tug the shell of your ear while you're cage between his legs. Lately you've been feeling more hotter, like there's a flicker of heat burning steadily in your core.

"I'm hot," you hummed, twisting your body around, straddling Satoru, and push your hands against his shoulders, your knees on his side while you hover dangerously above his pelvis.

"Hmmm, yes my Sweetheart is hot," he agreed in a low voice, languidly tucking the hanging strand of hair behind your ear.

Fuck, you could feel yourself throb listening to Satoru's deep voice, his lips curve to a smirk and you could almost taste how sweet they were whenever he kiss you.

"It's not that," you shook your head and lay your body on top of him, snuggling your face against his hard pectoral muscles, taking in his cool eucalyptus mint and masculine musk with a hint of aftershave. "I have this mushy feeling that won't go away. My stomach feels like burning and... Ugh!" You bit your lips, confused on how to explain yourself.

Satoru's eyes wandered down your exposed belly. His hand rubbed your skin and smiled.

"Wanna get a test?"

Test? You frowned and shook your head.

"Pregnancy test? I wasn't fertile at that time." Your heat was a week after Satoru's rut. Is that possible? Your heart raced at the thought.

"It won't hurt to try." Satoru kissed your head and nudge your temples. You nod. Satoru gathered you in his arms and walk to the toilet.

"Get out," you stare at his body leaning on the wall while you retrieve pregnancy kits from the cabinet.

"Why? I'm happy here. Go on."

You pout watching his face morph into an excited one.

"..."

Squirming in your feet you went in the toilet and use the kit. Satoru watched you the whole process, catching you just in time when you almost slip from your nervousness. After using it you went out and lay the thing in the sink counter while Satoru hug your back, peppering your shoulders with kisses. Never letting you have a moment of wavering that he doesn't want you to get pregnant.

"If it's negative..."

"Practice makes perfect," he drawled sexily and rubbed your belly. You don't know, but he can smell it, the changes in your smell that kept him more insistent in clinging around you. And the second-

He smirked when you check the kit and almost drop it in shock if not for his hand supporting you.

"See, I told you." He turned you around and cup your face, delving down to capture your lips in a sweet passionate kiss.

-and the second heartbeat beating inside you. His little pup he's going to welcome home nine months later with you.

In your prenatal checkup, Satoru almost picked a fight when it was a male who tried to conduct your ultrasound. The beta immediately backed away with an understanding look and called your OB-GYN. Clearly, it wasn't his first time to meet a territorial Alpha over his pregnant mate.

"Petty," you snickered at his direction while you both wait in the clinic. Satoru scoffed, uncaring of your teasing. His hand protectively sprawled on your flat belly. Easing your little fear and replacing it of your excitement to finally meet the little bun inside you.

Your obstetrician came and started the session seeing how eager your mate is.

"It's a very healthy fetus." Your doctor smiled as she held the transducer on your stomach and a loud beat echoed in the room. "That's your baby's heartbeat."

The thumping heartbeat from the machine grasp all your attention that everything around seem to fade away and it's the only thing you could hear. That's your baby. Yours and Satoru's pup.

Satoru felt like he's in love for the first time as he watch the unknown pea size blip formed in fetal position, snug and comfy inside you, his heartbeat rivalring the fast thumps of his little bun. It's like cold water was poured on him while his chest is burning so hot taking away his ability to speak. It was the confirmation that, this is real. Squeezing your hand, Satoru pressed a kiss on your temples and chuckled. "That's our Little Bun, Sweetheart." He chuckled in a raspy voice.

"There's nothing wrong with your baby, it's growing healthy. Are you experiencing any difficulty?"

You don't really know what was going on. Your eyes completely taken and mesmerized by your Baby. Satoru did all the talking while holding your hand.

"She's sleeping all day and night, is that normal?"

The doctor kept talking about progesterone with Satoru while you sat there, dazed.

"I suggest that you do some light exercise, and be careful since the first trimester is the most risky stage. Also you didn't mention about morning sickness, which is great but just look out for it, some women never experience it or start late of the first trimester." The doctor smiled and pointed out foods that should be minimized. "And by the second trimester your sex drive will also return by then."

Oh? You look at a smug looking Satoru.

We're you not supposed to like sex at the first trimester?

Your face heat up remembering the shower just this morning. Unexpectedly Satoru kept a straight face, questioning the doctor as much as possible regarding your needs.

When you watch the morning sickness in dramas you thought they were just exaggerating.

Satoru rub your back and down while you emptied whatever you have in your stomach from last night, it's starting to get so hard that you're tearing up in the sink. Your scent filled with anxiety and stress makes him worry so much as he cannot stop releasing calming pheromones because that's all that he can do to help you and your awful state.

The towel in Satoru's hand wipe your sweat and tears while holding your hair up. After rinsing the bitter bile from your palate, Satoru catch your slumping body and hoisted you up the sink to lean your head into his shoulders.

"W-we should go to the doctor." He moved to grab his phone but you pulled him back in a faint laugh.

Satoru is well-built but seeing what you want he let you tug him back still looking lost in what he should do. His arms circled around you protectively

"It was normal 'Toru," you sighed and soak in his calming scent.

"I don't think so, we need to get a check up in the hospital, what if our baby is allergic to the sandwich we ate last night?" He frowned. The instinctual urge to protect you and his pup is deeply rooted in his brain.

You burst into laughter at his reasoning.

"The doctor will laugh at you." You giggled but it only made your Alpha's frown darker.

"I don't care." He drawled menacingly.

Does he know that he looks so ruthless and hot when he frown? It only made you swoon harder while staring at the crease of his forehead.

"I'm fine, really." You reassured him with a smile. He looks like he got everything in control with his serious face but deep down he's also rattling huh? It only made you pinch his cheeks and cooed him.

"We're going to the hospital if you feel nauseous again." He grumbled.

From then on he learned to have some dried crackers and water nearby.

Along the months Satoru has develop the habit of keeping his hand on your belly of simply leaning his head against your stomach almost to the point of obsession

He says it's his therapy after the long day. To hold you and his little bubby. It ignites a sense of fulfillment and calm in Satoru to bask in your sweet presence.

"Satoru the doctor said it would be around the 4th to 6th month until the baby starts kicking." You rub the peak of your still flat stomach. While Satoru kept his ear against it.

"Didn't you hear the doctor say that forming a close bond with my pup while still inside Mommy's tummy is important. We're just having our father-child talk for today. Right Bubs?" Satoru poked your side and smother his face in your stomach. "Your Mommy is bullying me," he pouted.

"I'm not," you yawned and lean on the headboard. "Can you pass me the biscuits 'Toru?"

Now it was his turn to frown.

"You just told me minutes ago it tastes bad."

"Shut up and get the damn biscuits."

Satoru, half-asleep almost stumbled down the stairs and walk like a zombie to the kitchen. Retrieving the pack of marinated chicken and put oil in the pan to fry them.

"I'm sorry," with your hair in a mess and his shirt covering your body, you joined him in the kitchen with a sullen look of guilt.

Satoru groaned and beckoned you, hoisting you up his lap and nuzzle your temples. A sleepy smile curve up his lips and kiss your temples.

"Just a minute, it's still frying." He yawned and sigh when you snuggled against him and started scenting him. "Bubs, you can't be greedy like this," Satoru place his hand above your belly that has popped and started talking. "Day is okay, but at night... Mom and Dad sleep. Got that Bubs?"

You chuckled and hug him. "I'll think about it Daddy, our baby said."

Satoru laughed and pat you to go down, your fried chicken ready to be served. You happily ate the three pieces while Satoru put the TV on and ice cream on his hand. By the time you're finished with the crisp and crumb Satoru handed you tea and converted the sofa to a bed and gave you the throw pillows. "G'morning, g'night," he bid and shut his eyes.

"G'night Love."

To say that your Alpha is overbearing doesn't cut it. Satoru has made it a mission to be all over you to the point you're starting to get sick with his face.

"I can get my own jam!" You snarled when he move to get your jar of orange jam from the pantry. The snarl made him narrow his eyes but let it go immediately as he see the reason of his disapproval.

"But you have to climb that flimsy stair to reach it," he shot a dissatisfied look on the small stairs you bought in the thrift store so you could reach the pantry designed for Satoru's height. You could slip and hurt yourself, and his little pup growing in you. Satoru won't take any chances.

"I don't want jam. I want fried chicken." You scoff and raise your chin defiantly. Turning your head sideway, crossing your arms.

Satoru shrug and opened the fridge. Patience isn't his good point yet, he overlooks and bends things here and there for you.

"Can we have chicken nuggets for now? You need to eat breakfast first then I'll buy your fried chicken later." He waved the packet of frozen nuggets and got the air fryer ready.

"I want the ones in Family Mart."

"Hmmm, want me to add some ice cream to that?"

"Vanilla!"

Satoru clears his throat as he tries to slip a hand over your waist and tug you between his open thighs.

"Stop," you hissed, swatting your Alpha's hand and walking out of the kitchen with your bowl of ice cream.

Satoru resists the urge to growl at your standoffish demeanor that he has been observing for days now. He's trying to understand that carrying a heavy-growing pup in you can be extremely taxing and frustrating. But must you be so mean?

Satoru carded his hand through the seams of his hair and rub his undercut. Following you to the living room, you barely acknowledge his quick kiss on your nape before pulling away to the corner of the couch. The Alpha inside Satoru is starting to reach the tips of his patience as he sits on the other corner of the couch with his arms crossed and a deep frown on his face.

The bitter scent of his anger lingered around the room making you wince and further bury yourself on the couch, hugging the pillow over your body. Satoru rarely makes you submit forcibly with his pheromones. And it's distressing you whenever he asserts his dominance when you're not in the best capability to answer him.

Satoru immediately noticed the beading tear on the corner of your eyes, accompanied by your glassy eyes looking away from him. Fuck, he almost got out of control. Satoru walks away from the couch to open the sliding door and let the fresh air inside. The angry scent eventually diminished, making you tired and falling asleep from the exhausting encounter.

When you woke up you were already in bed and Satoru was sitting in the far corner of the bedroom, staring at you with a sad look, uncharacteristic of your laid-back Alpha. You could sense his upsetness from the simple flicker of his eyes.

"Talk to me Sweetheart," he groaned hoarsely. "How can I understand if you keep avoiding me?"

You heard the breaking in Satoru's voice that only poked your heart and broke it as well.

The first whimper that spilled from your lips sent Satoru to the side of your bed in worry. He cradles you into his arms, running soothing rubs over your back, instructing you to breathe as you cry between gasps. Your scent and pheromones are all over the place and it's making it hard for Satoru to stop himself from using his pheromones to make you submit. He wants to make you submit, to make you understand he's your Alpha, that he's your provider, your man and you're safe with him.

But if he does that, he's afraid that you'll never tell him what is it that's bothering you. He wants to hear your sweet voice talk to him.

"Shhh, breathe Sweetheart." Satoru coos, pressing gentle kisses on the crown of your head while rocking your quivering body.

"I don't know Satoru," you cried. "Everything feels so wrong!"

You threw weak punches into his shoulders feeling so immature and stupid in your mess. Why does it have to be you to get back pains? The mood swings, and nausea when someone uses the damn shower gel you used to like.

"Why can't you put just three cubes in my juice? I hate your smell. I hate that you can't get your own biscuits!" You exhaled with tears glossing your vision whilst Satoru rub your back shushing you down.

"I feel so heavy! I'm so tired I can't even sleep at night without getting out the bed every 20 minutes to pee."

Satoru felt his heart twinge for you when all he could do is rub your back and hold you tightly. He knows you're needing an extra hand, but he was too busy with work and too obsessed with giving you attention.

After you've exhausted yourself from all the punching. Your breathing calm down and from time to time sniffled in Satoru's wide chest until you fell asleep in your Alpha's hold. Your scent is filled with bitterness that Satoru could taste your distress making him desperate and helpless and could only cajole you in his crooning and stroking your back in sleep.

Later you wake up in the same position with lazy fingers stroking the back of your ear. It made your heart break thinking of what you did earlier. Satoru made no move despite seeing your drowsily opened eyes.

"Alpha..." You keened softly with eyes set on your fidgeting fingers.

Satoru remained silent. He watches your next move but found nothing except your nervous fiddling thumb and you never met his gaze. His throat constricted at your hesitance to look at him. He wrapped his arm around your waist and press his face against your head, the corner of his lips faintly pressed on your temples

A soft touch kissed your forehead followed by light nuzzling. You could feel him cradling you in comfort and assurance with his trace and scent despite not spilling a word. You sighed as Satoru's palm found its way to your belly, stroking your navel up to the peak, rubbing lazy circles until you felt better and ready to raise your eyes.

The tip of his nose trace the bridge of yours in assurance until your sniffles faded into calm breaths.

"I'm sorry 'Toru," you mumbled, squeezing yourself into his arms as if his chest on your back is not enough. Your eyes gaze up into your Alpha's. "For lashing out at you like that."

"You and our child are the most important persons in my life. Don't ever doubt that."

Two weeks before your due you could feel how tense and vigilant Satoru has been. You barely did any chores or even packed your extra hospital bag. You do strolls around the neighborhood or the mall for some light exercise and sunlight. Satoru is working and there's nothing much to do in the house aside from eating or watching TV.

The nursery is designed and ready to use. The baby supplies have also been stocked and organized in the cabinet. You've also made your nest, a pillow galore with all blankets you could find. It's so cozy and you just have the best mate for simply letting you lounge in the forts of pillows and clothes.

Your brother—being busy as the Prime Minister—still didn't forget to tear off Satoru's ear in making sure you're healthy and ready for the babe's birth. 

You have to hide the phone from Satoru who is ready to jump to call your OB-GYN with one grunt from you.

It's cute but at the same time, you worry for his sanity. The man barely slept for the past week and you fear for the grueling months to come for him. He has rushed all work he could to be with you before your due week. He's everything in a reliable Alpha you could ever wish for. But often times he needs to slow down too...

Last night was a wild ride when your contractions started and you were rushed to the hospital and did an internal exam. It was so painful. But your cervix was still in a posterior position which means you're not yet gonna give birth. But the doctor advised you to go home where you're more comfortable until your water breaks. Satoru was about to object but you agreed that home will make you feel better than the sterile room of the hospital which will only give you more anxiety.

"Aren't you going to work?" You watch your Alpha work his way through the kitchen with white cotton pants and a messily done knot to bind the apron over his naked top.

"Dad's gonna do the work for the time being in the company." He replied while coating the pork cutlet in breadcrumbs.

You asked him tonkatsu for dinner. Novice as he is in the kitchen but with your directions, you find your husband an adequate cook. A sexy cook...

You leered at the perfect lines and ridges of his back that flex when he moves around. At this rate, you might as well have another dinner.

"Shoko told me most women in their first pregnancy delivers late."

His back tensed up. You almost feel sorry for torturing his already battered mind. He turned around, his face pale that you instantly regret it.

"I'd still take care of you. Early or late," he cleared his throat and returned to his work, but from the way, he almost dipped the eggshell in the oil you knew he was a little frazzled.

"Awww, I'm only joking," you coo. And like a spell, something warm trailed down your legs. "Or not..."

"What?"

Satoru turned around. You look at him queasily.

"I think my water just broke."

Thud

...

"Are you in pain?" He turned the stove off and calmly walk over to hold your elbows. Anticipation, cold sweat, and calmness all mixed together in his eyes.  "Do you need to sit? I'll call the doctor." He was more than ready to jump on the phone and you swear he has been waiting for this moment all his life.

"Can we have breakfast first? I'm so hungry." You grunt and scrunch your nose, and a tinge of uncomfortable pain hit you.

"We'll go to the hospital. I promise I'll get you food there." Satoru hung up the call and the verdict. The rest is a whirlwind.

On the way to the hospital, Satoru retained a look of hardness. He dealt with everything in a quick manner and you are soon walking to the private room with your contractions starting to pick up so badly. Your contractions are so bad you wanna cry at how cold and strange you are feeling.

Satoru's thumb rubs your teary eyes while he rocks you about on his lap. Your whines and cries are in hiccups from the pain that feels like it'll tear you apart. You fear what you'll have to do in the delivery room. But all you want is for the babe to be out of you.

You hissed from the spike of pain that comes and go and turns into a very long stretch. Did every mom go through this pain? If so, women are damn miracles to survive this dying sensation of being helpless and vulnerable from the racking amount of pain.

Your only source of strength and comfort is by leaning on Satoru's chest and groaning out the torturous ache of labor pains. The soft whispers of promises and coos of tender soothing. He feels so sorry seeing you writhe and tear up while he can't do anything to share the pain.

"Let's get you an epidural? We can't get one if you're far too dilated." Satoru is close to pleading.

"I don't wanna move." You fussed, gripping the collar of his shirt in your fist, and inhaled a hefty amount of air.

"It'll be quick I promise."

Satoru however almost snarled when he saw how long of a needle the anesthesiologist is gonna inject into your spine. That length was illegal, but it did soothe the pain. You were curling and gnashing from the pain and now it's not as painful as it is.

"Just give birth, after that I'll handle everything. I promise. The diaper, the milk, the feeding, I'll take care of them all." He prayed like a litany while you are wheeled into the delivery room. He doubts he ever wants to see you give birth again.

One is already too much.

Satoru is not a man that gets his beliefs shaken. But that thought came tumbling down when he first heard the piercing cry of his son. The little stranger covered with blood whose crying mix with your relieved and exhausted sobs.

Satoru's heart just melted when his little baby's nose scrunched up and tried to snuggle closer to him, searching for warmth. He looks like a potato, a little red and soft in the bundle of white cloth. So tiny, so precious as Satoru awkwardly accepted his son from the nurse and walk to the edge of your bed.

"Hi Dadda," you cooed as Satoru held your baby boy. "Hello, my love..." You breathe in a whisper. Awed by the little human that has taken up your heart the very second you knew he was growing inside you.

Satoru's heart was too full and all he could do is promised to be a good Alpha, a better father, your best husband.

"Kazuki" 椛月

"What does that mean?" You looked up.

Satoru remembered the place you said 'yes' to him.

"a maple and the moon."

Being a father, a husband, and a CEO is heavy, and no one told him that. But it was something Satoru cannot handle. Not when he sees you slowly healing, his son day by day growing.

"You have hair like Momma huh?" Satoru cooed as he rocks Kazuki as his little son suckled on the bottle. It's 1 in the morning and he woke up just in time Kazuki was about to fuss up for his feeding. He took his son out of the bedroom so he won't wake you up and move to the nursery next door.

Bright blue eyes blinked up drowsily on Satoru's eyes. It opened and closed slowly as Kazuki wipes his tiny nose and grunted.

"It's kinda strange coz you look so much like me, don't you?" Satoru yawned and move to sit on the rocking chair. "Your Momma told me you keep crying this afternoon. Did you miss Dadda? Should Dadda bring you with me to the office tomorrow?"

Kazuki grunted, unlatching from the nipple of the bottle and that was the call for burping.

"Why don't we ask Momma to go with me tomorrow to work? I'll make you a nursery so you can stay with Dadda. Hmmm?"

"Mnn," Kazuki reached for Dadda's thumb and yawned, ready to get back to sleep.

Satoru smiled and sighed. He wishes his son stays this behaved and keeps you from stressing so much when he's away from home.

"You're getting the hang of this Baby." You chuckled from the door frame, clad in your nightgown and silk robe you slowly tiptoed and kissed Satoru's forehead. Your Alpha easily purred and reached for your lips in a sweet, lazy kiss.

"Hi," you grinned at Satoru and move to your baby who woke up. "Are you awake My Love? Did Momma wake you up?"

You took Kazuki from Satoru's arms and sat on your Alpha's lap in exchange. The tip of Satoru's nose naturally found your neck, scenting you until the two of you are purring in each other's presence. Kazuki also snuggled into your bosom. Sleepy and sated in the scent and warmth of his Momma and Dadda.

"He's so chubby," you smelled your baby's neck and giggled at his milky scent, so soft and precious. 

"'n you're so pretty." Satoru chuckled, kissing your shoulder and putting your head into his neck, cajoling you to rest and nuzzle into him.

"Hmmm, love you." You kissed him one last time before he lifted you with Kazuki in your arms to move back into the bedroom.

He gently kissed your forehead and laid Kazuki in the bassinet. Pulling over the covers up your chest, he moves in with you and pulls you into his arms.

"I love you too Sweetheart..."

—GreyCaelum,

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[charmedreincarnation]

Heyy, I'm new on tumblr, even though I've been reading void blogs and success stories from chrome over the past few months but this is my first time actually getting tumblr. I've asked this to other bloggers but nobody seemed to reply, maybe they're on break but I don't really know since I'm new here. So I tried the secret subject sleep trigger and after it was over I woke up (as the person in the hypnosis directed me to) and laid on my bed absolutely motionless for about 15 minutes, my legs got sore since they were suspended from from the bed (the bed is a bit small) so I folded my legs while keeping my position same, then I remembered that I saw in a video about astral projection that you can visualize you have a rope hanging above you and feel that you're holding onto that rope and pulling yourself, so I did and it felt like I was actually pulling myself up and finally it felt like my legs were pulled up and once it happened, the thing I experienced after this was mind blowing, I WAS BLOWN. My earphones were still attached but there was no audio playing (since the sleep trigger hypnosis had already ended and my internet wasn't on) but I heard music for a very short while and after that I heard the audio which I previously heard in the mind awake body asleep binarual beats audio by phase evolution and some high pitched sounds occasionally, even tho anything wasn't playing. It felt like I was aggressively being pulled up and thrown down and my skin was being stretched vigorously and it also felt like my body was being tensed up and then back to normal and while this was happening I affirmed for the void, affirmations like 'I am in the void state rn' 'I always wake up in the void' 'Why do I always wake up in the void' such and such. After a while of this everything started to calm down so I thought I was in the void but as things started to calm down I could again slowly hear the background noises (like my mother talking and trees rustling) and again I was feeling how I felt when I laid motionless previously and then eventually my mother woke me up (even though I wasn't really asleep this whole time). I'm writing this long asf paragraph to ask you what actually happened when I experienced that because I am absolutely clueless, where I went wrong because I eventually couldn't enter the void and how I can improve or what I can do to succeed the next time (I'll be trying again tonight).

(I've asked this to quite a few bloggers but got no reply and I don't know if they're on break or if my question got sent)

Love youu and have a great day ahead 💕

There is a whole range of sleep states that negate out-of-body experiences and beyond, from MABA to the void and experiences in between like SATs, hypnagogia, sleep paralysis, the trance state, and etc. I can't tell you what was happening because I'm not you, and even if it was happening to me, I can't tell if I would know what was happening even if it was happening to me.

For everyone, it's very much a learning experience; there are still things that happen to me where I need to do research because it's very new! My mindset is just to affirm and hope for the best because even if it's not something you're aware of, it doesn't mean it can't help or you failed.

Just assume every new experience is an opportunity opening and just take it even if you don’t know what it is because there are things that happened to me in 2020 that I now realize, "Oh, I almost shifted. Oh, that was the void state. Oh, I was astral projecting," now in 2024. There’s a lot of potential in the the unknown and in the realm of OBEs it will benefit you to just assume the best and affirm lol I promise it will take you far

[zoro-chwaan]

“I love you”

(A/n): I made this story when I was 15/16 years old (a few years ago), so if it’s cringey that’s why. If you felt like you read this somewhere that’s because I posted this on Wattpad :/, this is just something while I try to work on the Dazai fic🗿👍

Word count: 0.6k

Cw: Gender dysphoria, cringe writing of a 15 y/o, fluff, sfw, reasurrance (?), pov switches

(Y/n)’s pov

When we finally arrived back to our base, it was late. Everyone on the Revolutionary army knew that I'm trans and they gladly accepted me, and made me feel like I wasn't a freak or a weirdo that has something wrong with them.

I walked to my room and got everything that was necessary for me to take a shower, and went to the bathroom. Once I got in I took off my clothes and looked at the mirror (most trans people worst enemy I swear 😭🖐️), I felt a slight pain in my heart. Why do I look like this... What can I do to improve myself and feel happy? 'Why can't I be happy the way I am... Am I faking it?...' I thought to myself. I felt like I was going to puke if I kept on looking at myself any more.

I shook my head and got into the shower and tried to ignore my overwhelming thoughts and try to have a peaceful shower. ' I wonder what Sabo is doing'

Sabo's pov

After I finished the needed work from my office I stood and stretched. I walked outside and was met by my best friend Koala (cutie she is).

"Hey Sabo~kun!" Koala said

"Hey Koala, so you guys are finally back?"

"Yep! We just got back not too long ago" Koala responded

"Ah okay, where's (y/n)?"

"Oh he said was going to take a shower so some of the soreness could take off. He did a pretty amazing job as well! He actually manage to make a curve when we were almost about to get caught trying to rescue the slaves. Your lucky to have an amazing partner, Sabo~kun" she said with a sly smirk. I blushed at her comment. "Yeah I really am lucky to have him."

I went off my own way after we chatted for a few more minutes. Now looking back, I really am thankful for having (y/n). Whenever I was down, he would always be at my side to comfort me. He would always treat me well. And whenever we had a disagreement, he would try to find a way so that both of our opinions matter.

I went up to his room and knocked. " Hey (y/n), I'm going to enter if that is fine with you." "Alright" I heard (y/n) said with a muffle. I entered the room and took of my shoes on the side of the bed and belly flopped onto the bed. ' Ahh the comfort is so much enjoyable'

*Time skip brought to you by Luffy stealing Usopp's food*

(Y/n)'s pov

I got out of the shower and changed before going outside. Once I was done I stepped out of the bathroom to see Sabo happily sleeping soundly 'Cute~' I thought. I walked up to him and gave a kiss on the forehead. With that I felt his hand on my wrist. "Come sleep with me" Sabo said drowsily. "But I-" before I could finish my sentence he pulled me in the bed with him and felt his warm embrace.

"Have I ever told you how handsome you are?" Sabo said out of the blue, and made me blush. "Huh?" "Well I don't get to say it as much as I want to, and I could tell that you needed that. (Y/n), I want let you know that no matter what happens, I love you no matter what, got it?" He said with sincere in his voice. I laid there in silence 'he knows me too well...' "And I am proud to call you my boyfriend!" He added. "Sabo... I love you too..." I looked up at him

He smiled and gave me a kiss. "And I'm proud to have you as a lover, Sabo."

[rkvriki]

— being interrupted by the other members ! (hyung line)

hello everyone !

my first post !! i hope you enjoy it, i'm still not good at writing but im trying my best to improve, also english isn't my first language so there might be grammar errors :) i will also be making a maknae line one !!

make sure to leave feedback my asks are open and so is my inbox so let's talk !!

WARNINGS ! contains suggestive themes but not smut (heeseung and jake), swearing, it's proofread but might have grammar errors.

note; this was inspired by @delcakoo !!

word count: 2k !

LEE HEESEUNG !

heeseung would straight up get annoyed at whoever doesn't even care to knock or whatever.

you two would be hanging out in his dorm after he came from tour. he was missing you a lot and today was the perfect day, since the others were all out, either at the movies or visiting family or friends.

the two of you were in his room, each playing on a laptop. you were finally having the kartrider match that heeseung said he would win after being a sore loser for losing to you at mario kart (in front of the other boys 😟)

you were going at it for almost 2 hours and always found yourselves in a tie. 

“ heeseung can you just accept that i am literally better than you at this and move on, please?”

“it’s bold of you to assume I would ever, in my life, admit that.” he said, focusing on the game again. you rolled your eyes at his statement, asking yourself again why you were dating him.

sighing, you kept playing, and even though you were tired of playing, you would never let him win obviously, you’re not gonna let your ego get hurt, like who would ever do that.

another round was over and you won again. 

“see, heeseung give up, honey, i'm no weak bitch and you will never beat me.” you said smirking and stretching yourself in your place. 

heeseung looked at you with an annoyed expression, quickly changing it to a smirk. you raised your brow at that, before he spoke.

“then let’s do this. you sit on my lap while you play and let’s see who wins, ok?” you rolled your eyes at his suggestion but accepted it anyways (like who would even refuse 🤒 i would fold so quickly for this man)

you were in the second lap of the game when you felt hee’s hand sliding up your thigh, while the other played skilfully. 

you tried focusing but you were quickly letting your mind drift to other things aka your boyfriend’s touch.

his hand started going upwards on your thigh, grabbing the skin there, making you squirm.

“look that’s not fair, hee!” you said pouting while still trying to play.

heeseung stopped playing completely, grabbing you and laying you on his bed.

he looked into your eyes, making you look away and covering your cheeks in a soft red tint.

he grabbed your face while hovering over you, admiring your features before kissing your lips softly. you put your hands on his cheeks, deepening the kiss, while he separated your lips with his tongue, making you feel your cheeks getting warmer. 

his hands started roaming under your shirt caressing your soft tummy.

that was until the door banged open against the wall, revealing a loud jungwon.

“hyung we brought- oh”

heeseung took his lips from yours looking at jungwon who was like 🧍‍♂️ by the door.

“jungwon get the hell out before i make you lick the toilet.” heeseung told jungwon who quickly mumbled a sorry and closed the door then going back to whatever he was up to.

justice for my man pls 😞

PARK JONGSEONG !

jay is just so used to being annoyed that he would just tell whoever to fuck off

like you two would be just hanging out in the han river sat in a towel you two brought, while eating the homemade meal jay made with so much love just for you (i'm getting delulu)

you were just enjoying the soft breeze going through your hair that was also refreshing, not too cold, not too warm, the perfect date for you guys.

the sun was hitting jay’s face just perfectly and you couldn’t help but grab your phone, snapping a quick pic of him looking so handsome.

that’s your man!!

you smiled to yourself going back to eating peacefully.

after you both ate, you cleaned everything up before laying down and cuddling with each other.

“was the food good?”

“it was perfect, thank jongseong-ie.” you told him pecking his lips a few times and smiling softly at him, making his lips stretch his lips into one and his eyes grow in two crescent moons, making him look adorable.

you laid your head on his chest as you two talked for a while. 

you two fell in a comfortable silence, now sitting down next to each other, appreciating the view before your eyes, just admiring the simple things that made others so unique.

you felt jay’s eyes on the side of your face, you looked at him, making him smile ever so softly ( i can’t take it anymore pls 😫).

as you were leaning into each other, you started listening to familiar voices into the distance.

“OMG aren't that jay and y/n??”

“what?? where? OH- YES it’s them, let's say hi!!”

you separated from each other making jay roll his eyes as he saw niki and jake run in your direction.

“hey y/n!!! we haven’t seen each other in such a long time!!! what a coincidence!” niki said running to hug you and sitting down next to you.

“yeah, should keep it that way.” jay mumbled quietly.

“hyung stop being such a party pooper you should be happy to see your beloved friends.” niki said, rolling his eyes making you laugh at the interaction between the two boys.

“it’s ok, jay. i won’t mind hanging out with them just for a while, we have plenty of time.”

jay looked at you with a dumbfounded expression not believing his own partner was betraying just like that.

one like, one piece for jay 🙏

SIM JAEYUN !

jake would honestly just be chill like that  🤙

you two would be in his bed at the dorms watching whatever show was playing in the background because, honestly, neither of you were paying attention, rather focused on other things.

you both were making out in his bed, with you straddling his lap with his hands holding your hips in place (pick me, choose me.)

the room was filled with the sounds of your lips touching.

you were kissing each other without a single care in the world. just focusing on the feeling of your tongues brushing against each other so hungrilly, making both of you let out quiet sounds.

“jake…” you said backing up from his lips, but he went straight to attacking your neck with kisses and soft bites (ksdfafjv)

“jake, the movie…and the others might come in…” you tried telling him to stop but honestly you didn’t want him to stop.

“don’t worry about that, right now. just focus on me yeah?”

interrupting your thoughts, jake’s lips found their way back into your, making you forget about whatever you were worried about.

your mind was blank just filled with jake and his sweet tongue.

jake jake jake jake jake jake (same honey, same)

jake’s hand started making their way underneath your shirt just softly caressing your stomach and keeping his hands there but the door suddenly opened, and heeseung made his way into the room, stopping in his tracks, when he finally took a look at what you were both doing.

you tried backing away from jake, but he put his hand behind your head, not letting you stop kissing him.

“uuhh…” heeseung said, still in his spot, rubbing the back of his neck while looking at his feet, because suddenly they were the most interesting thing in the world.

jake finally pulled away looking at heeseung like nothing was going on.

“hi hyung, you need something?” he said, smiling softly at him while you were still on top of him and his hands were still inside your shirt.

“umnh…yeah?? i was looking for my green shirt, maybe you have it??” heeseung asked, avoiding looking jake in the eyes.

“oh yeah, i think i left it inside my closet check it there.” he told the older boy while pointing to the said closet.

right after that, his lips found his way back to yours again, like heeseung wasn't in the room.

said man made his way over to the closet, almost tripping in his way, since he was trying to look everywhere but you two.

making a go fund me to buy heeseung new eyes 😕

PARK SUNGHOON !

sunghoon would get shy when somebody would catch him being a simp for you.

you two were in the dorm in the shared dressing room where skin care and makeup stuff were. 

you saw other people on tik tok making their partners makeup and you wanted to try on your princess aka sunghoon (he is such a babygirl, prove me wrong)

“sunhoonie…” you slowly started already hinting you wanted something from him.

“yeah princess? need anything?”

“so you know… there’s this thing going on tik tok an-”

“no.”

“sunghoon plea-”

“no.”

“oh come on, won’t you do it for me, pretty please??” you tried, giving the best puppy eyes you could.

“y/n, i already made my decision and i won’t go back.”

“ok, then i think it will be fine if i told the other guy about when we were in the pool and you pee-”

“OK! STOP THERE PLEASE!” he said almost screaming looking around as if someone might be listening.

you smiled innocently at him, getting up and grabbing his hand already leading him to where you were, in the dressing room, for more than 20 minutes now.

“OW- y/n it’s the third time you poke me with that stupid brush, can you just get over with it??” you rolled your eyes at him, somebody help you with your whiny boyfriend.

“sunghoon, stop whining and let me do my job goddammit!!” (annoying mf fr)

he just sighed, closing his eyes again, feeling the brush run over his eyelids again.

hoon was just hoping no one would enter the room and caught him lacking 🙏

“hoon, choose a color please!!” you showed him three lip tints in your hand, holding them with a huge smile. 

sunghoon resisted the urge to roll his eyes and picked a red-ish color. you smiled at his pick, making him smile at you because you were so cute.

you slowly swiped the lip brush against his lips tinting them in a red that fits him just perfectly.

you took a step back, admiring how pretty he looked with his almost finished look.

“now this! this will make you the prettiest princess!” you said taking something he couldn’t tell from your makeup bag.

“close your eyes, omg you're so not good at this sunghoon!!!”

he closed his eyes, making them flutter slightly, and you took a second to appreciate his pretty feature smiling at how pretty he actually is.

going back to work. you open the container of liquid eye glitter applying it under his eyes and brushing some in his eyelids making his eyes shimmer .

“ok!! i'm done now!!!”

sunghoon opened his eyes taking off his headband that was holding his bangs, letting them fall on his forehead slightly covering his eyes.

“you look so pretty omg hoonie!!” you said clapping your hands admiring your hard work

just as he was about to comment his looks

“OMG EVERYONE COME SEE THIS” 

he looked at the door and saw sunoo with his phone already up capturing pics of this precious moment.

“GO AWAY SUNNO I SWEAR-”

“OMG HYUNG YOU LOOK SO BABYGIR-” niki said but sunghoon interrupted him by throwing your make up brush at him.

“sunghoon my brush!!”

pray for my #1 babygirl 😞 🙏

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[mentha-vacciniumrainbow]

How about zestial teaching them how to ballroom dance, like the waltz or something.

Mmmm interesting. Can do!

《Am I doing this right?》 Asked Odette, struggling to keep her balance. The matter was not helped by the fact that Zestial was far too tall for her to rest her hand on his shoulder properly, and so he was forced to hunch over in a quite funny manner during all their dances

《Thou art doing very good indeed. Thou just need to slow down a bit, mine dear 》 he encouraged anyway, turning around carefully to allow the teen to follow his movements

《Yeah, you look fine. 》 agreed Clara, that was busy fighting with her own dress 《And at least you know how to move in a long skirt, I feel like a sushi roll 》

《A truly adorable sushi roll, if I may say so, mine sweetest lioncel 》

She gave Zestial an unamused look

《You said I looked cute even when I refused to take off that pair of ridiculous fake fairy wings Rosie gifted me for over a month, your opinion doesn't count 》

《She has a point 》 conceded her sister, still trying not to fall.

Zestial chucked a bit, remembering their antics

《Thou were a very opinionate child, that was charming in itself. Doth not lose the peace, Odette. One, two, three... very good, thou shall both master the waltz in no time! 》

《If you say so》 Clara shrugged, before stretching her sore shoulders a bit 《I still think it's a pity they won't play the tango, I'm sure you and mum would have annihilated everyone else. 》

《Naaa, it's for the best. They would have ended up making out in the middle of the dance floor, and neither of us would ever live it down》 commented Odette, making her sister laugh and Zestial halt in his steps

《Children! 》 he exclaimed, surprised and flustered 《Me and thine mother doth not share that kind of relationship! What hast given thee such imagining?》

《Oh, please.》 replied Odette, looking at him from behind her glasses, her glare unimpressed as if he was trying to convince her that the hellish sky was blue 《 We know what happens when mum locks her office. We're just waiting for you two to find the nerve to make it official 》

《Agreed. What is taking you so long? The confirmation that our parents are finally having sex won't traumatise us, dad. Yet this wait might! 》 backed up Clara.

He was surrounded.

《THE LESSON IS OVER FOR TODAY, I SHALL SEE THOU BOTH FOR SUPPER. I LOVE thee both, BYE! 》 yelled Zestial, before teleporting away in an undignified but salvific escape, and leaving behind his two giggling daughters.

Those two could be authentic menaces, when they put their minds on it... but how to scold them? They had not said anything that was not the truth, after all.

[maginxlia]

Starring Tokyo Revengers Men ✰ In November PT 2

Cast Line Up Draken, Takashi, Takemichi, Chifuyu and Taiju

Rated TV-MA

Minors This Isn’t For you

Summary ✰ How some of the Men Endures NNN (No Nut November) and How they Give it to you when Their resolve breaks! Bodies Sweaty, Knees Weak! The Redux!

No pronouns up in here but the Reader has a Kitty

Ken ‘Draken’ Ryuguji

✰ Draken Doesn't give NNN a single thought, why would he deprive himself of you??

✰ Your Soft Walls taking him in after a long hard day of working on Bikes is a treat he can't go without

✰ Only participate in NNN when you suggested it to see how long you two can go without each other touch

✰ All his free thoughts Go to how crazy he going to fuck your pussy when he finally gets his dick inside you

✰ He edges himself every night while thinking about your wet greedy pussy taking him in just the way he likes it

✰ Draken Teasing you by Grinding his heavy dick against you trying to make you break so he can fuck you stupid

✰ You two don't last that long before your clothes come off and your bodies are intertwined together

“Keep your legs just like that” Draken commanded you, your pussy on display for him as you had your legs tucked to your chest

“Its hard to hold Kenny” You moaned as he rubbed his dick between your slick folds, “Mhmm I know it is baby But I want to fuck you deeper” Draken said before he entered you. He already made you cream on his dick three times tonight and with the way his hips are pounding into you he was trying for a fourth

His dick constantly touching deeper into you than it ever did tonight making you go crazy as he fucked you stupid, Draken bought his head down to kiss your lips as you did your best to hold this position

Draken fucked you into the bed like it was the last time he would be fucking you, His dick pounding your soft walls as you mewled against him “Want the neighbors to hear how good I'm fucking My pussy??” Draken said while grinning at you as his fingers found your tender clit making you scream his name louder

His Strong hips pushed his dick deep in your aching walls as your legs shook, “

Fuck. Kenny, so mean” You moaned making him slow his thrusts down, “I'm Mean? You were the one suggesting that we go a month without fucking” Draken said in your ear making you shiver as he went back to fucking you at the pace he was before

Your pussy greedily took every inch he gave to you while tears of pleasure blessed your face making Draken wipe them away with his thumb. His fingers wrapped around your neck as your orgasm came down on you

Your pussy holding his dick tight as you came with all your power, with a few more strong thrusts Draken had came deep in you. He gave two more thrusts to your sore walls before pulling out of you

“Now let me Massage your sore muscles doll,” Draken said as he took your legs into his skilled hands, “ I'll make you feel better” he said as he got to work on you

Lost: November The Fifth

Takashi Mitsuya

✰ Takashi doesn't participate in NNN willingly, he can't help he got a project to work on on the first of November

✰ You know how he can get buried inside of his work instead of being buried deep in your pussy

✰ Practically lives at his studio while working on this design making you needy

✰ What kind of lover would you be if you let your man forget about his carnal needs?

✰ Your lips on his neck as your hands got tangled in his soft hair pulling him away from his design if only for a moment

✰ “Taka how about you work on me for a while?” you moaned into his ear making him smile while his hand found its way into your panties, “Want me to stretch that pretty pussy some yeah? Okay Anything for my muse” Takashi Groaned as you palmed him through his pants

Takashi fucking you on the plush rug of his studio while his hands roamed your body, his mouth sucked your neck leaving hickeys wherever his lips touched you

His dick was driving you into the floor while your hands laid on his toned back “Lose Myself Whenever I am In you but fuck. I don't mind” Takashi Moaned into your ear before gently biting your lobe

His hips shoved his dick deeper and deeper with every single thrust making you moan his name every time he filled you up

Takashi rubbed on your clit making you arch for him as he smiled down at you before grabbing your leg and gently pushing it up so he can fuck you better

“I know you missed this as much as I did, I'm sorry for neglecting you” He grunted as he fucked your G-spot making your eyes roll, “So Pretty all fucked out” He moaned before softly squeezing your right tit and taking your nipple into his mouth moaning around your sensitive bud as he sucked on you

His hips drove his dick deeper as you marked up his back, your pussy squeezing him letting him know you were close to cumming while Your eyes watched his dick enter in and out of you making you get lost in a trance before he grabbed your chin “ Baby, Look in My eyes while you cum” He gently ordered you as you did as you were told

You came around his dick hard while bringing your trembling arms up to hold him close as you screamed his name. your pussy draining his balls as he came in you while He gave you some shallow thrusts before peppering your face with kisses

“You're perfect, You Know that right?” Takashi said while pulling you close to him as he wrapped a blanket around the two of you, “Let's just stay here a while” He said before laying your head on his chest

Lost: November The Eleventh

Takemichi Hanagaki

✰ Poor Michi! Has a bet with Chifuyu and Friends on who lasts the longest during this month

✰ In all honesty he wasn't paying attention, He was too busy daydreaming about how you rode him the night before when he handed Yamagishi the money

✰ Head in his hands as he wept over the fact of losing his cash or not fucking you

✰ His Dick leaking precum the moment you wrap those arms around him and kiss his neck, He's Toast.

✰ Sleeping with a wall of pillows separating you two because he knows if he cuddles with you he'll cum in his pants

✰ Your voice sounds sexier these days and your ass appears fatter?? Takemichi is on his knees bawling and Begging for you to have mercy on him

✰ He loses himself and his willpower the longer he goes without your pussy on him

✰ Takemichi's hands found their way onto your ass as you bent over to pick something off the floor “ I need you So B-Bad right now baby. Let me fuck you please” Takamichi cried into your hair as his hip ground circles against your ass

You were currently moaning into one of the couch pillows while Takemichi fucked you from behind, his hips moving at a pace that made your ass cheeks bounce

“So fucking Pretty. Can't live without being in you” Takemichi moaned while his hands pulled you closer to him, his eyes were locked on your ass and the way your back arched perfectly for him making him whine softly

You feel his tears on your back as he moaned your name “Ahh Feel so fucking Good Around my dick” Takamichi moaned while he rolled his hips into you, his sensitive dick being milked good by your tight pussy

His tongue wetting his lips as he got closer to cumming, Takemichi laid his body weight on you while his hips moved on their own fucking into your pretty pussy deeper as his fingers squeezed your nipples

The couch moved against the floor as Takemitchi took you to your favorite place, your pussy throbbing around him while a string of fucks fell from his lips into your ears as you pushed your man over the edge

Takemichi's body started to shake as he came deep into you. “I love you so much” Takemichi moaned while repositioning so that you sat on top of him, “Can please Ride me?” Takemichi asked as his shaky hands played your chest

Lost: November The Ninth

Chifuyu Matsuno

✰ Chifuyu takes this bet seriously. Yes his balls hurt and his dick is red but it all will be worth it in the end

✰ Chifuyu tells you about the bet while he's knuckles deep in your pussy “Sorry Babe, No Dick Tonight. I got a bet with the guys, I'll fuck you when I win!” He says before latching his lips to your clit

✰ Chifuyu doesn't let up on pleasing you with his tongue and skilled fingers, Leaving you a writhing Overstimulated mess on the bed every night but your pussy feels empty without his pretty dick pounding into you

✰ Your moans punish his dick by making him hard as stone, and the way your eyes lock with his when you cum makes him ready to fuck you stupid

✰ “You make the strongest men weak. So pretty cumming on my tongue” Chifuyu looks up at you with lust swimming in his eyes

Your legs on Chifuyu shoulders as he fucked into you, your pussy making his hips stutter with every thrust he gave to you while his hair fell into his eyes

“Tempting me with your sweet pussy, making me lose My money. Dammit. I was Stupid for Joining that bet knowing I'm weak for you” He grunted while his eyes roll back in pleasure as he made you cum for the fourth time tonight

Your soft walls were doing a number on the poor male as his legs began to tremble with every pulse your pussy gave to him, Chifuyu had to suck your left nipple to stop himself from moaning

His tongue danced around your sensitive bud as his dick beated your overstimulated pussy sore, your nails digging into his skin with every roll of his hips while his fingers rubbed circles on your swollen clit

“Ahh Fuyu. Gonna cum again” You cried while Chifuyu kissed your tears away, “ I want you to cum for me one more time baby,” Chifuyu said while Grinning up at you

His fingers kept the same rhythm as he continued to toy with your clit making you cum hard on his dick, your pussy gripping his orgasm from him as he closed his eyes while hot ropes of his cum poured into you

“Fuck.” Chifuyu said while he pulled out of you letting his dick go in between your folds one final time as his body shivered, “I missed this so much. Now let me get you cleaned up baby” Chifuyu said as he went to start your bath water

Lost: November The Twenty eighth

Taiju Shiba (Bonus)

✰ Taiju laughed at his brother when he suggested a bet on who can last the longest during NNN, After Taiju got his laugh in he handed Hakkai his money and wished him luck

✰ Taiju easily can last a month without fucking you the question is can you handle him when the month ends??

✰ Taiju makes you cum every night by toying with your pussy as you sit on his lap while his thick fingers work you over

✰ He wants you to feel how hard his dick is in his pants so you can know what to expect on the first of December

✰ Lets you tease the fuck out of him. Grind on it all you want but you won't be breaking him in fact it will be you that ends up broken as soon as December comes

✰ “Just Trying to see all the positions I can fuck you in” Taiju grins at you while he gently folds you for a mating press before letting go of you

✰ Right when the clock strikes twelve on the first of December Taiju Unbuckling his pants freeing his Beautiful Dick and Heavy balls “ Hope you're ready to bred” Taiju grunts to you while stroking himself

Taiju Had your ankles in his firm grip as he fucked you senseless. His Body weight pressed you deep into the mattress as the headboard beat a hole into the wall with every thrust he gave to you

How many times has he came in you tonight? Your mind literally couldn't count because he fucked you so dumb, you just know it was more than two.

Your screams of pleasure and his grunts filled the room as your ankles shook in his hands while your pussy pulsed around him but Taiju did not let up as he continued to fuck you through your sixth orgasm of the night

“Feels so good tugging on my dick like a needy whore” Taiju Groaned down to you before sucking on your left nipple as his thrusts got deeper and longer

His hips moving at a rhythm that you could feel him the way he fucking you against your clit making your eyes roll, your nails digging into his legs while you screamed his name brokenly as his dick punished your sore walls

“You feel that?” Taiju asked you while you nodded your head in response to him, “That's me Cumming in you Again” Taiju said his voice breaking as his hips continued their onslaught of pleasure

Taiju didn't even pull his dick out of you as he picked you up and laid you on your belly, he spanked your ass before laying on top of you “Gonna fuck you till my balls are empty and you are filled with my child” Taiju Grunted to you before going back to fucking you

Lasted Till December The First (Winner)

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[mychlapci]

Thinking about Prowl's eggs that need to go back into him... and his twins................. and Ratchet. I considered the numbers and you're so right Ratchet has to help them. Usually if you have 1 carrier and 1 sire for a clutch of eggs, you have 2 mechs to split the load between, especially when the eggs develop and get bigger. But Prowl was stuffed with BOTH twins' eggs. So like. They are going to need 4 mechs to carry all the eggs to term

I feel like the eggs go in and out of Prowl and the twins pretty often. Poor Ratchet has to extract and then reinsert the eggs every few days since the eggs do need to come out for battles and missions, but these guys also get angsty when they gestation chambers are empty, knowing their eggs are sitting in an incubator somewhere in the medbay.

They don't really notice how much larger the eggs have become. It was so gradual. But one day, when Ratchet is helping to push the eggs back into Prowl, he realises he has a problem. Prowl is always so slick and wet when it comes to Egg Handling Time. He wouldn't admit to enjoying the process but his frame is clearly excited to be full of his eggs again. Usually Ratchet would just push the egg against Prowl's entrance and it slips back in pretty easily. There is a stretch, of course, but there's hardly any resistance. That wet valve just swallows the eggs as Prowl's doorwings quiver.

But this time there is resistance. As the widest part of the egg pushed past Prowl's port entrance, instead of the widest part just slipping past the lips and then getting pulled in, it kinda just. Stops. Ratchet applies a little more force and Prowl gasps, thighs shaking.

"I'm going to need you to relax."

"I am relaxed," comes a breathy reply, but Prowl does try his best to spread his legs further. He can already feel his calipers straining around the egg. They shudder as Ratchet tries again, slowly pushing the egg just micrometers further.

Ratchet frowns and tries to wiggle the egg a little, then twists it, applying a little more force yet again. He can feel how Prowl shakes around the egg. But it is moving. It's a slow and arduous task, but the widest portion of the egg finally slips past Prowl's rim. His valve, desperate to close around something, pulls the egg in as Prowl lets out a gasp.

Ratchet looks back into the incubator. They still have a whole bunch more to go.

After a few more eggs, Prowl is limp and drooling, having ridden out multiple overloads from the eggs being pushed back into him. His valve is wet and messy and loose between his thighs. He feels so... full. A servo idly pets his middle.

But Ratchet has a problem. That was barely a quarter of the eggs, and Prowl's gestation tank is already full. Sure, the twins have slightly larger frames, but there's no way they are carrying 3 quarters of this brood. They're going to need a 4th carrier.

oh boy... Prowl and the twins won't be able to carry all these eggs, Ratchet can tell. There are so many and they're getting so big. It's a struggle to put them all back into Prowl and Sunstreaker and Sideswipe, and there are still a few left in the incubator. They're getting to the point where they have to spend more time inside of their carriers for proper development, it's not a good idea to leave them outside of a warm forge for too long...

hrghh I'm imagining the three of them helping Ratchet take in the eggs... Sunstreaker, Sideswipe and Prowl are all stretched from months of the eggs going in and out, but Ratchet is not. It's such a struggle... they have to stretch him out so wide using their fingers and hands, until his valve is slippery enough that they can start pushing in the large eggs. It's an intense experience. For all four of them.

After a few eggs, Ratchet had overloaded so many times his valve is sore. He clings to whichever twin he can reach first as Prowl pushes another egg inside of him... He already feels so full

[rootedinrevisions]

Chasing Us: Part 1

SUMMARY: When Hannah needs a date to her sister's wedding, she turns to one of her best friends and fellow storm chasers, Tyler, for help. What starts as a simple favor quickly turns complicated as the lines between pretense and reality blur. With the backdrop of a beautiful seaside wedding, Hannah and Tyler navigate their growing feelings for each other, facing moments of heartache, unexpected confessions, and the realization that they might be more than just friends after all.

In this first part of the story, the offer is put out there by Tyler to be her pretend boyfriend for the trip.

WARNINGS: NONE

WORD COUNT: 1.2k

The sun was setting behind the thick, rolling clouds as The Wranglers pulled into the small motel parking lot. The neon sign flickered in the dim light of the evening, casting an eerie glow over the parking lot as they climbed out of the van, exhaustion hanging heavy in the air.

Tyler stretched his arms above his head, his muscles sore from the day's work. As he glanced around at his team, his eyes landed on Hannah, who was leaning against the van, lost in thought. She seemed a little more distant than usual, the light in her eyes dulled by something beyond the weariness of the day.

"Hannah," Tyler called out as he walked over, his voice cutting through the quiet. "You still need that time off in a few weeks?"

Hannah sighed, pulling herself back to the present. She nodded, her expression shifting. "Yeah, I do."

The rest of the team - Boone, Dexter, Dani, and Lily - were unpacking gear and chatting amongst themselves, but they quickly tuned in, sensing the shift in the conversation. Boone was the first to pipe up, his voice tinged with concern. "Everything okay, Han?"

Hannah managed a small smile, though it didn't quite reach her eyes. "It's fine. I just have to go to my sister's wedding."

"A wedding?" Dani raised an eyebrow as she leaned against the van beside Hannah. "You don't sound too thrilled about it. What's the deal? You don't like the guy?"

Hannah shook her head. "No, it's not that. It's just...my family. Every time we get together, they can't help but pick on me for not being married, or even in a relationship. They make it their mission to remind me how single I am."

Boone let out a low whistle, shaking his head sympathetically. "That sounds rough." He then looked over at Tyler with a grin. "Maybe you should take Tyler with you. You two could pretend to date. Might keep them off your back."

Dexter, always quick to crack a joke, grinned. "Why not you Boone? You could be a pretty convincing boyfriend, don't you think?"

Boone chuckled, giving Dexter a playful shove. "Because I'm not the fancy occasion type, Dex. But Tyler here," he glanced over at their leader with a grin, "he could probably clean up nice. Maybe even pass for a respectable guy."

Tyler laughed, the idea catching him off guard. He looked over at Hannah, his eyes filled with mischief. "What do you say, Han? Need a stand-in boyfriend?"

Hannah rolled her eyes, laughing with the rest of the team. "Oh please. Like I'd want to drag you into that mess."

Later that night, the motel was quiet, the earlier hum of activity replaced by the gentle hum of cicadas outside. Most of the team had already settled into their rooms, the day's exhaustion finally catching up with them.

In Room 12, Hannah was lying on one of the two beds, flipping absentmindedly through the channels on the old TV. Lily had gone out to grab some food with Boone, leaving Hannah to her thoughts.

A knock at the door pulled her from her half-hearted channel surfing. She glanced at the clock on the nightstand - just after nine. Confused, she pushed herself up and crossed the small room, peering through the peephole. Seeing Tyler standing on the other side, she hesitated momentarily before unlocking the door and opening it.

"Tyler?" She asked, her surprise evident in her voice. "What are you doing here?"

Tyler offered a small smile, his hands tucked into his pockets. "Can I come in?"

"Uh, sure," Hannah stepped aside, letting him in. He glanced around the room as he walked in, noting the neatness on Hannah's side compared to Lily's slightly chaotic half.

"Lily's not here," Hannah added, closing the door behind him. "She went to get food with Boone. Do we have something developing? I can call and see how soon they could get back-"

Tyler lifted a hand waving her thoughts aside. His expression was more serious, almost contemplative. He turned to face her, his eyes meeting hers. "I was thinking about what Boone said earlier."

Hannah raised an eyebrow, crossing her arms as she leaned against the wall. "About what?"

"About me going to the wedding with you," Tyler said, his tone more sincere than it had been earlier. "I wanted to let you know that if you really want to take me, I'm game. We can make it look real enough to get your family off your back, at least for the weekend."

Hannah blinked, taken aback by the offer. "Wait, you're serious?"

Tyler nodded, his eyes steady on hers. "Yeah, I am. I know how family can be, and if me tagging along makes it easier for you, then I'm all in."

Hannah stared at him for a moment, searching his face for any hint of a joke. But Tyler was serious, his usual playful demeanor replaced by something more genuine. She let out a slow breath, the weight of the situation settling on her shoulders.

"I'll have to call my sister," she finally said, her voice shaky.

"Go ahead," Tyler replied, gesturing to her phone on the nightstand. "I'll wait."

Hannah hesitated before reaching for her phone. She glanced at Tyler once more before sitting down on the edge of her bed and dialing her sister's number.

The phone rang a few times before a cheerful voice answered on the other end.

"Hannah! What's up?"

Hannah swallowed, feeling a sudden rush of nerves. "Hey, uh, I wanted to ask you something. Is it too late to bring a plus one to the wedding?"

Her sister's excitement was immediate. "A plus one? Oh my gosh, who are you bringing?"

Hannah bit her lip, glancing up at Tyler, who was watching her with an encouraging nod. "Tyler," she said, the name felt strange on her tongue in this context.

"Tyler? Like Tyler Owens? The cute cowboy you work with?"

Hannah's cheeks flushed with embarrassment, especially knowing that Tyler could hear every word. She shot him an apologetic look, but Tyler just grinned, clearly amused by the comment.

Hannah cleared her throat, trying to ignore the heat rising in her face. "Yeah, that Tyler."

Her sister let out a squeal of delight. "Of course, you can bring him! I'll make whatever adjustments we need to. This is so exciting!"

Hannah couldn't help but smile at her sister's enthusiasm, though she was still mortified by the earlier comment. They exchanged a few more words before hanging up, and Hannah placed the phone back on the nightstand with a sigh of relief. She looked back at Tyler, who was sitting on the other bed, his posture relaxed but his grin still lingering.

"You're officially my plus one," Hannah said.

"Looks like we're doing this." Tyler chuckled, leaning back on his hands. "And for the record, I'm flattered your sister thinks I'm cute."

"Yeah, yeah. Don't let it go to your head." Hannah rolled her eyes, though a smile tugged at her lips. "Do you even know what you've gotten yourself into?"

Tyler chuckled, "I think I've got an idea. But hey, it'll be fun, right? A weekend in the tropics, pretending to be your boyfriend. What could go wrong?"

Hannah couldn't help but laugh, the earlier heaviness she had been feeling about the trip lifting. "Famous last words, Owens."

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[imsuperhungry]

change.

"𝙨𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙨𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙𝙡𝙮 𝙬𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙡𝙤𝙘𝙠𝙚𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙜𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪, 𝙘𝙡𝙪𝙩𝙘𝙝𝙚𝙙 𝙞𝙣 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙛𝙞𝙨𝙩"

packing was bullshit, and if you say you like doing it, you're lying to yourself

he exhaustion sets in fast when you're constantly using all your strength to break down large items like shelves or a lamp just to fit them in a suitcase. And don't even get me started on how tired your arms get after folding clothes for hours, only to realize they won't all fit. Now you're stuck rearranging everything to make more room.

You glance down at the suitcase after cramming everything in, disorganized and messy. One way or another, you were determined to make it all fit. With an irritated sigh, you lift your head to scan the room, only to realize, with a sinking feeling, that you're nowhere near finished—despite having been at it for at least three hours.

.. okay well maybe it's been 30 minutes, but you get the point

You break down in frustration, briefly contemplating if a bullet might be your next piercing. But after taking a deep breath, you decide to flop face down on your bare mattress. You needed a break; you felt like you were losing your mind.

After a stretch of silence, you turn your head and pull out your phone to check the time. It's barely noon, meaning you still have hours before you need to finish packing.

with a small smile, you decide to take a much well-earned nap...

..

Do all airports fucking smell awful, or is that just a Texas thing? Probably the latter. But whatever—at least you managed to get some sleep. After a day of packing, you were drained, so as soon as you sat down, you grabbed your blanket and dozed off in the hard, plastic airport chair.

You likely would have slept longer if not for the hand shaking you awake so roughly. When you open your eyes, your gaze drops to the hand, and you instantly recognize the chipped black nail polish and those pale fingers.

"Come to the bathroom with me real quick; I'm not going alone," she said. Given the dreadful male-to-female ratio here, it made sense. There were fewer than seven girls and at least fifty men. Maybe that explains the awful smell...

"Nicole..." you whine, it would be as soon as you get the chance to sleep, you're forced to get up.

"Come on, you can sleep after, I need to pee." She says as she yanks you up out the chair, making you nearly fall. 

With a grumble, you straighten up and adjust the pink, fluffy blanket you've wrapped around yourself. If you're being dragged up, you're at least going to be warm.

Nicole quickly started practically dragging you through the airport while you were still trying to wake up. Honestly, if she hadn't been pulling you along, you would likely have been bumping into everything, as your eyes felt heavy and your vision was a bit blurred.

After a few seconds, you both finally reach the bathroom. You decide to wait outside the stall where Nicole has gone in, unsure of what else to do. While you wait, you pull out your phone to check the time.

2:09 am...

You decide to stay awake since Nicole is up and likely has plans, meaning she probably won't let you sleep. It's okay, though—your flight is in two hours, and you can catch up on sleep then. You start stretching to help wake yourself up, as the uncomfortable chairs have left your back feeling sore.

Once you were done, you broke the silence by asking, "Are you ready for Virginia?" while letting out a yawn.

"I don't really have a choice but to be," she replies, her tone tinged with annoyance about the move, and understandably so.

Nicole was always on the move, but she had hoped to settle in Texas for a while. Recently, however, she, her mom, and her brother were forced to relocate because her brother had downloaded illegal content.

You recall how desperate she sounded, almost begging you to come with her—she'd never sounded that vulnerable in the two years you've known her. Although she wouldn't admit it, she's grown very fond of you, and she'd be devastated if she had to leave her only genuine friend behind because of her brother's mistake.

You two met during your freshman year of high school and became inseparable within a month. Your many similarities helped forge a close bond between you. Nicole appreciated you because you weren't boring and were always there for her. Whether she was sneaking off to get high or pulling other stunts, you'd cover for her and tell her mom she was with you. She'll always be grateful for that.

Before this move, Nicole wasn't a "bad" person; she was just trying to figure things out. She had a lot of friends and was considered one of the "popular girls," just like you. You balanced each other out—she was black and you were pink, with your lightness contrasting her darkness. You truly bonded when you opened up to her and shared your deepest feelings.

You were both at her house, high out of your minds. With her mom away for a few days, it was just the two of you and her brother at home. You sat on the floor with your head resting in her lap, and she absentmindedly ran her fingers through your hair. As the conversation shifted from gossip about the pregnant girl in your shared chemistry class, it eventually veered into your own deep-seated mental struggles.

When weed hits your system, you tend to get chatty, and Nicole seemed like the perfect person to unload on. So, you shared every traumatic experience from your life with her—your past suicide attempts, your ex-boyfriend cheating on you with your friends, your struggles with drug abuse, your father's poor behavior, and much more.

Nicole listened intently to every word that night. She liked you—thought you were pretty, funny, and a perfect match for her. What's not to like? Although she'd had her own struggles, she found your situation a bit more intense than hers, and she appreciated that. It wasn't that she enjoyed seeing you in pain; she hated that. Instead, she valued knowing that someone truly understood her. You weren't just someone saying, "I get your pain"—you were as messed up as she was.

Over time, your mom had given Nicole a key to your house, and she practically lived there. You two were inseparable. If she skipped class, you were right there with her. If you wanted to go out to eat, she suddenly became hungry too. And if she needed to use the bathroom, you were there waiting for her, which is how you ended up in your current situation.

Eventually, the toilet flushed with a final whoosh, and the door swung open. As Nicole washed up, you occupied yourself by scrolling through your messages, your thumb moving swiftly over the screen as you replied to old texts from friends. Nicole brushed past you, heading for the towels, her footsteps light on the bathroom tiles. You slipped your phone into your pocket and settled back, waiting for her to finish.

"you wanna get something to eat?"

[thisfrailheart]

prompt: limb | july 6 | jegulus au | suggestive and mature themes, swearing | word count: 773 | @jegulus-microfic

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"Hi, I'm James. Marlene's out sick, so you're stuck with me today."

He's in hell, Regulus is sure of it. This is punishment. Cause he definitely wants to be stuck with that man somewhere. Preferably not at physical therapy, though. And without those horrible gym shorts in the way.

"Regulus?"

Regulus tears his gaze away. James is looking at him expectantly and he realizes he wasn't listening at all. "I'm sorry?"

"Can we get started?," James repeats with an easy smile and Regulus is sweating.

He swallows, nods. "Yeah. Mhm. Yes."

James claps his hands and moves a bit closer to the massage table Regulus is sitting on. "Awesome. Are you comfortable with me touching you?"

So comfortable. So fucking comfortable. "Ungh-"

"Pardon?" Fuck fuck fuck.

"Uh-huh, yes. Definitely. Go for it." What the hell am I saying. James seems a bit confused as well but does reach for the arm Regulus holds out to him. James' hands are pleasantly cold against his overheating skin and Regulus shivers.

James' brow is furrowed as he assesses Regulus' wrist and forearm with deft fingers. "Any pain? Soreness?"

That cologne you're wearing is agony, actually. Sweet, sweet agony. "None."

"How about range of motion? How does it feel? Any issues with tightness?"

"Never had any complaints." WHAT.

James freezes. "Sorry?"

Uh-oh. Regulus coughs. "I don't have any complaints."

James nods and continues, but his gaze lingers a bit and there's a drop of sweat trickling down between Regulus' shoulder blades.

"Can you push against my hand? Yes. Now a bit harder?" LORD.

"Make a fist for me? Yes, just like that. That's good." It is. It really is.

When James finally steps back, his scent lingers right there for a few seconds and Regulus actually has to bite back a moan.

"Alright. The healing process is going well, from what I can tell. You're definitely on track and should be right as rain in no time. I'd like to do some strengthening exercises and finish off with some stretches. How does that sound?"

"Brilliant!," Regulus says and it comes out a bit too loud and a bit too forceful and he blushes. But James laughs.

"I like the enthusiasm. A lot of people are quite peeved about being here. And rightfully so. Who wants broken bones?," he shrugs and hands Regulus a variety of brightly colored balls to squeeze. "But PT after a fracture or trauma is really very important to hopefully avoid long-term issues. Not that you have to worry about that. You'll have your arm back soon."

James switches him to another exercise and Regulus almost drools when the man demonstrates and the veins in his arm pop.

"I don't miss it. I'm left-handed so I don't really use it anyway," Regulus babbles, unable to stop the word vomit.

A grin from James and Regulus' heart flips in his chest. "It's good that you're not struggling too much while you're healing. But you should still take care of your non-dominant hand, especially a broken one. Never know when you might need it." And when he reaches for Regulus' hand and guides him through the stretches to end their session, Regulus has to bite his tongue to keep the whine from tumbling past his lips. "Hmm, exactly like that. Slow down a bit. Yes. Very good."

Blood is rushing in Regulus' ears and threatening to rush other places, too. He's actually thinking about throwing himself down the stairs at home and hoping for the worst. Broken leg, maybe? Might also go all out and try to lose a limb. Longer recovery time.

What the hell am I even thinking. I'm worse than Sirius when he met that teacher and wanted to go back to uni.

"Earth to Regulus?"

"Huh? I mean…sorry?" Get a grip, god.

"We're done for today. Your next session will be with Marlene, as per usual. I hope I won't see you here again," James says and it sounds like something he tells patients but he fucking winks before he ducks out of the room.

Regulus grins. We'll see about that.

Six weeks later and Regulus is demonstrating just how well his wrist has healed by shoving his hand into James' jeans in the alley behind the club. "Thought you didn't want to see me again?"

"Not as…a patient," James pants, breath hot on Regulus' face.

"No?" A quick twist and James moans.

"Definitely— Definitely not."

"Good to know. But I might still need your professional help."

James' blinks, immediately concerned. "What's wrong? Is it your wrist?"

Regulus smirks. "My wrist is fine. I'm about to ruin my knees, though."