#but i worked up the courage to squish it..

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[moechies]

kinktober ⋆౨ৎ entry #1 ; cockwarming w toji fushiguro .ᐟ

dear diary ♡,

a couple days ago, mister toji taught me how to 'cockwarm.' it's where i simply sit on his . . . cock, and warm him up -- he says. i was so nervous ! he is so big , and i thought it was going to hurt tons ! it burned a little , but felt so much better after settling a little. mister toji was touching me so softly all over, calling me sweet things, and even played with my tail! i'm so embarrassed -- i must've been blushing so much! i think i may ask him to do it again today , i hope he doesn't get angry . . . i love mister toji so so sooooooo much ! ♡

“c—can we do it when you’re done?”

“what?”

he can tell by the way you’re fidgeting and your ears are twitching— you need something. you pinch at the skin of your thigh, nervous with little courage as you ask.

“the— the thing you taught me. last week. the warming one?” you quip, tugging on toji’s shirt as he finishes up cleaning the dishes in the sink.

“oh.. y’want my fat dick in y’r lil bunny pussy is what ‘m hearing, is that right ?” he emphasizes on dick. he’s so blunt, and it makes you want to crawl and hide. he turns to you with a checkered apron hanging onto his neck, hand leaning against the sink. his smug smile spreads across his face, seeming to enjoy the way you grow flustered.

you whine at his choice of words, thighs rubbing against eachother with need. he acts as if he doesn’t see you writhing besides him, your arm purposefully pressed against your chest to suppress your sore tits.

he can practically smell the sweet slick spilling from your pussy bunny, smearing over the crotch of your panties.

toji briefly tugs at the string that holds the back of his apron together, swiftly pulling it over his head before tossing the piece of fabric onto the dining table. he steps forward, figure pressed against yours and you unconsciously stumble back. he makes you so weak.

“uh huh—“ you’re about to beg again, but he’s quick to scoop you up by your legs, hoisting you up into his arms. you yelp, but make no effort to get away — instead, nuzzling your face closer into the crevice his neck, dizzy at the detected mixed scent of his woody colonge and tart sweat.

he chuckles when you huff at the intial drop of your body onto the matress of your shared room, your plush body sinking into the pillowy sheets. your legs part naturally, taking up your invitation and having him slot himself right where you need him most. his broad shoulders press up against your plush thighs, spreading them further than before.

“bad bunny. y’know you can’t just have cock in ya twenty-four seven, right?” his left pointer finger tugs your flimsy shorts aside, and right thumb presses against the soaked patch of your cunt. you mewl under his touch, soft pads of your feet coming up to press him away. you gently shove at his bicep, but he barely moves. he knows you don’t want him to move anyway. “‘m n—not a bad bunny!”

“you are.”

“n—not, ‘m not mister!”

“hmm, i dunno about that.” he hums, pressing against your clothed clit. “are ya ever not in heat?"

"sir, please, n’more questions!" you whine in fustration, yelping when his pointer and thumb meanly pinches at your swollen bud. your eyes bulb with tears, meeting his that suddenly glare so meanly in comparison to his often soft, emerald ones.

"do you know who you're talking to?" toji growls, squishing the chub of your folds together, the slight simulation to your clit making you flinch.

"y—yes, sir. but please . . . mister, need you here, need your cock here!" you whine, ears sullied and pointed low. your hand moves his to take ahold of his finger, pressing it against your aching slit.

"there there . . ." he coos, thumb sliding over your clothed slit but paying it no attention. he presses a warm kiss on the soddened fabric, low lidded eyes and a smug grin that meet yours when he does. you're adorable like this — absolutely worked up and so terribly desperate; it's his favorite version of you.

"m—mister," you stammer,

"c'mere doll." he sits up against the headboard, pulling you onto his lap. you yelp when you feel the chub of his cock pressing against your folds, grinding down senselessly. toji laughs, getting a hold of your bicep to halt your hips movements. "don't be so greedy, bun."

"hnn—" you whine, tail thumping against his thigh. you slowly tug down his sweats, ears perking up when you realize the missing piece of fabric below — he's not wearing boxers!

he notices the way your eyes light up, cheeks begin to flush, and your expression grows brighter than before — you're one step closer to where you need to be. he almost hates the adorable expression sprawled across your face, chuckling when you look up to him with big-doed eyes searching for a green light.

you salivate when you tug the sweats just low enough, his cock slaps against his stomach. he scoffs, watching his cock leak against his soft skin. he’s getting old.

“inside now— mister—“ you pant, drool spilling at the corners of your mouth. you whine again, hands weakly tugging aside your shorts along with your panties, and aligning his cock head with your fat slit. “mister . . .” you whine, hinting for help.

“y’can do it.” toji grunts, placing a hand onto your plush hip. “ mmh, you got it.”

maybe you don’t ‘got it,’ because it burns so terribly when your folds swallow his cock!

“m—mister, mister !” you whine, quickly pulling yourself off his bulbous tip at the initial burn. he watches your slick stretch from your wet slit to his cock head, making him groan.

“calm down . . y’r rushin,’” he readjusts you, pulling your quivering hips close before you’re hovering over his cock again with small tears. “my bunny can’t do it herself, can’t she? whatta dumb lil’ thing.” toji chuckles, “there there.” he whispers with a sultry voice, making your cunt quiver around nothing.

you whine when you feel him tug down at your hips, whining when his hot tip presses against your slit once again — your slits kissing.

“big sir, s—so big,” you whine, a stutter in your voice from the stretch down low.

“slow down, hurts ‘cause you’re rushin.’ see?” he coos, lifting and lowering your hips over and over, fucking you on his tip. no — you don’t see because you’re awfully lightheaded, hands weakly stabilizing yourself above him but little do you know it’s solely his support keeping you up.

your cunt squelches with each and every single movement, a low ‘pop’ that elicits from your pussy whenever he moves you. “good girl. you can take it, am i ever wrong?”

“i—i can, can take it . . .” you slur, head fluffy and hands weak against his pelvis. “good girl. now sit.”

he grunts, pulling your hips down suddenly all the way, your cunt kissing on his dewy balls. “fuck, damn it.” toji groans — you cry at the stretch, cunt sore and raw when he grinds you down further than possible. “m—mister !”

he chuckles again, breath labored as he pushes the loose strands of his hair back. “worst part’s over, doll.” toji presses down at your arch to lay you against him. he can still feel your body twitching from hiccups of your previous fit — poor bunny. “i—it is . . “ you hiccup. he pets at your soft ear that trails down to your waist, giving your plush skin a soft pinch with a hum. “mister . . feels good . .” you purr, tail twitching incessantly again.

“course it does.”

[call-memissbrightside]

imagine Katsuki is your baby daddy but he has the body of a zaddy

You hadn’t slept with him since you were eighteen? When you conceived his son…? 5 and some years ago?

You’re older, more level headed but still you can’t help but notice how Katsuki’s lean physic morphed into muscle and scars and has his voice always been this deep? And the way he says your name now, with a hint of affection in his tone… and his eyes are more clear, less angry, and set on you

You find yourself more self conscious of the way your hair falls when it’s his weekend to have Katsuma, you take extra time picking out your outfit and putting on your best lipstick

“Have fun okay?” You smile at how cute Katsuma looks in his bucket hat, his toothless smile wide as Katsuki picks him up for a father-son hiking trip.

“Can i bring home a turtle to keep as my pet?” The little boy asked you, and you just know Katsuki is looking at your cleavage that the new shirt you bought showed off. How could he not?

“Absolutely not,” you don’t skip a beat, laughing at Katsuma’s fake disappointed look. Finally, you get the courage to look at Katsuki and nearly gasp.

Katsuki looks hungry, for you. You know him, or rather you knew what he looked liked when he was horny. The slight red color of his cheeks, his jaw clenching, and his red eyes are pooling in arousal.

You knew deep down you should not sleep with Katsuki. It would mess up everything you and him have tried to work on for katsuma’s sake. Yet, it felt good that you still had it in you to rile up Katsuki.

“Have fun,” you smiled at your boys, and Katsuma leaped onto Katsuki’s back but he didn’t budge.

“Keep your phone on, I don’t want you out in case of emergencies,” Katsuki flared his nose at the idea that some sleeze ball saw you like this, all dolled up and lips red, waiting tentatively at home for him and his son who he gave you… fuck stop Katsuki!

You blushed at his order, and played it off. “Okay, but please be careful.”

You put a lot of trust in Katsuki to take his own son hiking, and even if you were wanting to bone… your baby came first.

“Remember to wear sunscreen and please no running off on your own,” you pass Katsuma’s backpack to Katsuki, and the little boy sighed in annoyance.

“Mom I know,” katsuma squished his cheek against katsuki’s shoulder as he patiently waited to leave.

Katsuki didn’t struggle at all with holding his son on his back with the bag, and he loved how your raw and tender ove for his son showed on your face. Fuck, now that’s sexy, he thought.

“Take this to the car,” Katsuki lightly shook katsuma off his back, handing him the bag. Katsuma ran off, leaving his parents alone with one another.

“I’ll take care of him,” Katsuki promised, and you smiled gratefully.

Yet, you were startled when Katsuki moved closer to you, his head tilting down to whisper in your ear, “and when I get back, I’ll take care of you.”

[lyrefromthesea]

oh! Since you also do requests with hybrids, could I ask for wolfhybrids (or fox) hashiras x reader? Like hashiras see the reader as the perfect mate material, so they try to get closer to them by courting them in their own ways

Male Hashira x Reader - Prey tell?

author's note: the title is a pun, my humor is dry. i fell down the stairs and sit in a hospital since yesterday.

pairing: Tengen x reader, Obanai x reader, Rengoku x reader, Sanemi x reader, Giyuu x reader, Gyomei x reader

content warning: wolf!hybrids, a/b/o, kny!au

i've been thinking a lot about this idea now, especially which rank each hashira would have. alpha? beta? omega? it was quite hard, but i allowed myself to create a little au for better understanding.

to not mess things up, i decided that the reader will be an omega in this au. all the hashira are considered alphas, which of course has a reason too.

i've went through the a/b/o thing over the past two or three days and to put it simply: alpha is the equivalent to strong, omegas are weak in comparison.

the hashira are the strongest swordsmen in the corp, it would only be right to rank them as an alpha (or a beta).

you, on the other hand, have been fighting your way to the top. omegas are weaker than most, but you possess a strong mind, which helped you work your way up.

naturally, the day will come that you catch their attention, if only for the fact that you're an omega. i also imagine omegas to be more rare than alphas and betas, since they take on a weaker role in this au.

Tengen:

• he's smitten since day one - an alpha different from any you've met yet. smug smirk and tall body towering over you the minute your scent hits his nose.

• your scent gives him the same feeling the scents of his three wives do. you're so small, perhaps not physically, but your weak omega presence makes his protective instincts flare up.

• just another day or two and three women are by your side, two betas and another omega looking at you with happiness and a feeling of finally coming home.

• you'll learn to love all of them - courting one is courting all. Tengen's not surprised to come home and find all of you nuzzled together in a cuddle pile.

• and if that isn't enough to turn you into a proper mate of his, shiny presents and lots of time squished between four other people will surely do it.

Obanai:

• small and weak. how did you end up near the alphas? he's suspicious when he heard of you, no omega would be able to turn into a hashira. he needed to see that for himself.

• nearly falls off his spot in the tree when he sees you and a comforting scent hits his nose. he's almost embarrassed by the way his fluffy ears are twitching, trying to listen to your conversation with Rengoku.

• he follows you around for a few days, mustering up the courage to talk to you after nearly a week. you looked up when the man sat in front of you, another bowl of food in hand.

• he doesn't talk much, only telling you that omegas should eat more than you do. you awkwardly look at him for a while, taking the bowl after another minute and thanking him.

• the action alone got him blushing under his mask, bringing you food for the next month when he finds you eating somewhere around the training grounds.

Rengoku:

• he's one of the calmer ones when he hears about your rank as a hashira. an omega got ranked this high? what incredible talent you must possess!

• he's by no means against your way of living, but he can't keep his mouth shut about how "you should stay home and get protected by a proper alpha!" it's no insult and you can sense that much, but you find yourself disagreeing.

• once he's sure that you're the perfect material for a mate, he'll court you the proper way, just like his mother once told him.

• it's just that his "proper courting" nearly has you running away in embarrassment.

• "dear [name], allow me to show you my interest through the traditional ways of courting one's future mate!"

• your agreement only came a day later, after you survived his booming voice right behind you in the midst of a forest's silence. next time he shouldn't sneak up on you like that.

Sanemi:

• hah? ridiculous. a small thing like you is supposed to work midst the likes of him? don't make him laugh, he could eat you up for breakfast.

• with that attractive smell reeking from your body, you wouldn't survive a day. he would see you become a demon's snack sooner than later.

• his jaw nearly hits the ground when he sees you outsmart the lower rank demon in front of you with speed and flexibility instead of strength.

• he grumbles about your stupid cute presence, sweetly roaming around him. you're truthfully just going on about your day, but it's enough to make his mind go blank.

• you're the perfect mix of strong and obedient for him, listening so well to him, because "he's done this job longer than you and you were happy to learn."

• internally smacks himself when he tries signalling his courting intentions by gifting you clothes heavily drenched in his scent.

Giyuu:

• he didn't voice his worries, but an omega living this kind of life? any alpha would be worried, right? especially since omegas have gotten so rare these days!

• but, oh, you're so sweet and nice. you once cooked him some soup and he swore you needed an alpha's protection - his protection.

• if he could just steal you away and ensure your safety, but he knew that would make you unhappy. so he makes sure to keep you safe by following you like a lap dog.

• it's not uncommon to see the new omega and the gloomy hashira take a walk together. people tend to avoid you, feeling unwell because of the intense stare the alpha behind you gives them.

• some of them swore they have seen the two of you nuzzle against each other. a hint of his scent had previously started lingering on your uniform too.

Gyomei:

• is it just your imagination or have you been joining missions with the stone hashira more often? no, it's definitely true.

• ever since he has taken a liking to you, he had started courting you by ensuring your safety and happiness.

• he doesn't know a lot about proper courting, mostly because it didn't interest him for most of his life. his courting is really special, but you don't mind.

• instead of bestowing gifts upon you, he takes you to special places he has found, most of them with a unique smell - a waterfall or a meadow full of flowers.

• he tries to gouge your reactions, mostly trusting his ears and tail, because he sadly can't see your beautiful face.

• you find yourself blushing with the way his ears often twitch around you, trying to listen to your every breath and laugh.

• your favourite times are when a protective tail brushes against your back, inviting you into a long session of cuddling.

[2tarbell]

KISS IT BETTER, BABY

rafe not giving you the attention you want…

(906 words. drabble. © 2tarbell 2024)

“look— look. just figure it out, yeah? i told you i didn’t wanna deal with that bullshit.”

it was torture honestly.

your brow was furrowed and a seemingly permanent pout adorned your lip gloss sticky lips.

why wasn’t he paying attention to you?

rafe sat next to you on the balcony, cool breeze ruffling the white collared shirt he wore. his phone was pressed to his ear as he mumbled and bickered with someone on the other end, you assumed it was barry by the topic of conversation.

but you didn’t really give a shit what he was talking about anymore.

you’d be happy to sit and just listen to the comforting cadence of his voice, but he had hardly spared you a glance since you plopped down next to him on the wicker bench.

you suctioned yourself to his side, your rightful place, and he only patted your knee once. not even giving you a kiss in greeting.

realistically, you knew you couldn’t ever do anything to seriously upset rafe. he was obsessed with you, which only made his lack of attention sting even more.

you huffed and pressed closer to him, legs hooking over his lap as you stared at him pleadingly, skirt riding up to reveal tantalizing smooth skin. rafe only hummed and placed a large hand on your squishy thigh in an attempt to placate you.

he was more handsome today, if that was even possible. buzzed head giving focus to his sharp features. chiseled cheek bones and tan skin begging you to kiss and nip at it. your eyes traveled down to his collarbones peeking out under the unbuttoned collar of his shirt.

you were just working yourself up at this point, feeling a dampness starting to soak your sweet pink cotton panties. ones you knew he loved.

at the sake of your pride, you mustered the courage pull at his shirt, steeling yourself for his reaction. he didn’t like to be interrupted.

rafe looked at you from the corner of his eye, blue irises cementing you to the cushion you sat on.

he raised a brow in question but you only pouted deeper, eyelashes fluttering.

your boyfriend simply cupped your jaw delicately, shaking your head back and forth gently once before releasing you, attention back to the conversation at hand. to anyone else, such a gesture might seem patronizing but it only made you need his attention more.

you huffed again, manicured hand bunching up the material of his shirt, yanking just a bit more. the glare rafe sent you was filled with warning, but you were too far gone in your quest.

“raaaafe,” you whined, tugging harsher.

he tongued the inside of his cheek, clearly not in any mood to deal with your attitude. but you just wouldn’t give it up, heavy sighs and pleas of his name interrupting his thoughts.

“hey— i’ll call you later.”

you just about cheered when he finally hung up the phone, but it was cut short in your throat when rafe tightly gripped your jaw, bringing your face closer to his.

his own jaw was set, tongue once again poking his cheek, “you havin’ a good time embarrassing me?”

you didn’t know what to say, your cheeks squished between his large fingers, lips puckered outward. you whined again, a pathetic sound that made rafe exhale a chuckle.

“what? nothin’ to say now, baby?”

you were pitiful, not knowing what to do with his attention now that you had it.

“nooo, i jus’—”

“stop the whining, yeah? y’know i hate that shit.”

you pouted again, pushing his arm away from you and freeing your face from his grasp. your arms folding across your chest like a petulant child.

rafe rolled his eyes, wrapping an arm around your waist and dragging you closer and into his lap.

“and what’d i say about pouting? c’mon, lemme see that pretty smile.”

you leaned into him, unable to resist grinning at finally getting the physical affection you so craved. you toyed with the chain around his neck and looked up through your lashes, feeling the silver links bend and twist around your fingers.

“you ignored me,” you mumbled.

rafe smirked knowingly, cupping the back of your neck. “mmm… and that’s why you’re throwing a fuckin’ fit?”

“rafe, i’m serious—”

you frowned up at him as you protested his teasing, only to be met with his lips on yours.

the tender touch immediately caused you to melt into him, lips parting obediently under his, hands splayed across his firm chest. his tongue only teased the inside of your mouth before retreating.

rafe’s hand smoothed the hair at the nape of your neck then slid around to hold your jaw. he pulled away, not without you following after his lips.

“i ignored you, huh? ‘m sorry, sweetheart. you know i didn’t mean to. didn’t mean to make my favorite girl feel bad,” his thumb tracing your bottom lip.

you could only nod at his words, entranced by the gentle sound of his voice, a soft tone only saved for you and the intimate moments between you two. he knew how special it made you feel.

“made me so upset.” you mumbled, nudging his nose with your own.

“i know, baby, i know,” his other hand snuck down and under your skirt, knuckle teasing the lace edge of your panties, “let daddy make it up to you, yeah?”

[fallrafwe]

,,OBSESSED”

a/n: this is based off a request 😍🥰 also i might’ve put some parts that were inspired when drew was in a short film called up the hill 🤷 sorry for taking days to write this im having hard times and i struggle writing sometimes

warnings: dark!rafe, strong language, NONCON, piv, unprotected sex, baby trapping, choking, hair pulling, fake orgasm, cream pie, fingering, edging/orgasm denial

summary: dark!rafe and pogue!reader never truly get along so rafe decides to teach her a lesson

After meeting Rafe for the first time, he started talking to you all the time, you met him at a party, but you have no idea why he seemed to like you, you were a Pogue and working two jobs. Making time for him was the hardest thing to do, two different schedules everyday. He always insults you about not making time for him, manipulating you or gaslighting you, even going as far as to hurt you if you didn’t take a day off, he wouldn’t even care if it got you fired, whatever he wanted, he would get, he made sure of it, and you couldn’t do anything about it.

Coercing you to have sex with him was always a common thing, and you couldn’t even care anymore. You did it just so he would leave you alone. He could ask you to do it somewhere, and even if you weren’t in the mood, you would do it anyways. Today though, it was a bit different. Rafe had knocked on your door on your day off, “Rafe? What the hell are you doing here?” you asked. He didn’t respond, just bumping your shoulder as he walked in. You scoffed at his carelessness, “Okay, Rafe, you can’t just fucking walk in here whenever the hell you want!” you yelled, closing the door and going after him as he headed for the kitchen.

He caught you by surprise when he turned around, and grabbed your wrist. “I don’t know who the fuck you think you are, talking to me like that, drop the fuckin’ attitude.” He said, glaring into your eyes as he towered over you. The height difference made you intimated, as well as his tight grip. “Okay. Can you please just get the fuck out?” You said, trying your best not to say anything too bad, but still wanting him to leave. He shook his head and shoved you against the wall, your front facing the wall. He brought your arm to your back and pulled it to the side, making you shout in pain, “Ow, ow, Rafe! Stop!” you yelled the best you could, your face being squished against the wall.

“You’re a fuckin’ Pogue, so learn your place, yeah? Y’need some dick in you to learn?” He laughed quietly as you struggled beneath him. You writhed as you eventually worked up the courage to bring your foot up and kick him, making him fall back slightly. He exhaled as you ran to the front door, staying there before you pulled out your phone, “Get the fuck out, or I’m calling the cops, Rafe! I’m not joking!” you screamed. Each time he took a step, you turned away from him with caution, making sure he didn’t leave your view. He nodded, “Call the cops and see what happens.”

His hand twisted the door knob, opening the door and walking out. How could he make a threat right before he left? Rafe was a fucking psychopath and you should’ve known that right when you met him. You took a deep breath in relief, running over to the door to lock it. Your heart felt like it was beating out of your chest, that was your worst interaction with Rafe yet, and you didn’t know what to expect next, but you didn’t wanna be near him to find out.

So you didn’t go near him, you ignored his texts, his calls, and not once had he come to your house. You were at the point of relaxation, not caring what he had to say to you, he was not one of your priorities. You could work without having him beg you to take off, try to hurt you or manipulate you. For once in your life, you felt free from the grasp he had on you. He was obsessed over you, sometimes it felt like you had more control over him, but you knew that was never true. Rafe would do anything for you to stay with him, for you to hook up with him, and today proved it.

Three huge bangs came from your front door, the sound reminded you of knocking, but with the side of somebody’s fist. The loud thudding didn’t stop til you answered the door, and there you saw Rafe standing in front of you. Your jaw was dropped, but that’s how both of you were on the couch, you straddling his lap and kissing him passionately. His tongue was fighting yours, making you moan into the kiss. You could feel his bulge pressing into your clit, you felt disgusted but continued anyways. A hand traveled up your waist, resting on your tit, you felt it squeeze which made you take your mouth off his. “Rafe, look, I’m not in the mood, okay?” You breathed heavily as he stared into your eyes, he took his other hand and pushed your head against his, continuing to make out with you.

His hand went up higher, eventually resting on your throat. You felt him lightly squeeze, you brought your hand to his and led his hand to your cheek, letting it rest there instead. You guys continued to make out until he took his hand and placed it on your throat once more, you pulled out of the kiss to tell him to stop. Once you did, his grip tightened. “What are you doing? Stop!” You said, trying your best to pull his hand off. His dark, blue eyes stared into your eyes, and this was one of the many times you truly felt scared of him. “What? Can’t breathe?” He asked, tilting his head sideways barely as he looked at you struggle, it felt like your airway was closing in on you, and it practically was. “Rafe— Rafe, stop.” You managed to get out, your hands clawing at his, it only made him squeeze tighter.

“Stand up.” He said, the demanding tone could be heard in his voice. You could barely hear him, everything was like ringing in your ears. A quick slap brought you back, and you could feel a hand being taken off your throat. You were shoved off his lap, falling on the floor then standing up quickly. His presence made you quake as he turned you around and led you to a table, one hand forced your head down as he worked his belt with his free hand, the belt was then used to tie your wrists together, acting as a pair of handcuffs. The fact he did this with ease made you wonder how he could do it, did he practice with others? Has he done this before? That was something you never doubted. The fabrics rustling made you sob.

“Rafe, stop, please!” you yelled. His response was almost immediate, “Shut the fuck up, don’t wanna hear y’talk unless it’s those sweet noises, yeah?” he said carelessly. The whole interaction had you scared shitless, how rough was he gonna be? Was he gonna hold back? Was he gonna do anything else? It had your heart beating through your ears, anticipating his next move. The feeling of his tip rushing through your entrance made you cry out in pain, the burning sensation of him stretching you out made you want to die. It took no time for him to start plowing into you, his hand starting to grip your hair tightly, pulling your head back. “Fuck, this pussy s’fucking sweet, just f’me,” the way he slurred his words made you think he was pussy drunk already.

The burning sensation had you sobbing, tears staining your cheek as they dropped down onto the wooden table. His thrusting only got more aggressive, the way he moved made you so uncomfortable, and the way he did this without giving it a second thought, you knew he took things far, but not this far. Your only option to escape was to fake your release, just to make him stop, since he always wore a condom, it made this even worse. Moans filled the air, but you weren’t thinking straight, so you weren’t able to distinguish if they were real or fake, it felt like every time he thrusted he was hitting your cervix, which could explain the desperate moans as he continued. “Yeah? Y’like the way I fuck your pussy, huh? Such a fuckin’ slut, just for me, too.”

Wetness burned through your pussy, beating you at your own game. Realizing you liked this made you sick, so you didn’t wanna have an orgasm, or else you would feel even more pathetic than you already felt. Your pussy pulsated around his cock, making him groan, his grip on your hair only getting tighter. At this point, he was recklessly pounding into you, the only thing that mattered to him right now was his pleasure, partially yours too, his ego was too big, so if you came because of him, it only boosted it more, knowing how good his sex game was. “You gonna fuckin’ cum on my cock, hm?” He asked, you nodded, knowing you were lying. Your movements were practically forced by yourself, and you expected him to not know.

Rafe’s cock twitched in your pussy as it squeezed around him, pulling him in. He let loose of your hair, putting both of his hands on your waist and gripping. “S’fucking close, gonna cum in you.” All of a sudden, everything you were doing was ceased. You felt a pit in your stomach, “What?” you asked, and you only did so because you thought Rafe was joking, you thought he was gonna play it off as a joke, that was exactly what you were hoping for. “You heard me.” He said, giving you more thrusts before eventually letting his cum fill you, riding out his orgasm in your pussy. Your eyes were squeezed tight, “Rafe, Rafe, what the fuck did you do?” you whispered. You felt him pull out, the feeling of his cum slowly dripping out of your entrance. “You didn’t wanna follow what the fuck I say, I’m not gonna follow what you say. If you just— just fucking listened to me, I wouldn’t have done that.”

His hands pulled you up, turning you around so your back was on the table, you felt his hands feeling around your body. His head leaned in towards your neck as his left hand cupped your cunt, “I know you didn’t cum. So you’ll give me as many as I want, alright?” his boxers and pants were already pulled up, making you glad. Thoughts were already racing about what you were gonna do about it, his words made your body shiver. Tears filled your waterline as he started fingering you with both his ring finger and middle finger, his fingers were curling up, hitting your g-spot. A moan slipped out of your lips as he worked his fingers. Your legs wrapped around his waist to bring him in closer, boosting his ego was the last thing you wanted to do, but it felt so good, you needed more. He was pushing his cum back inside you as he moved in and out, tears running to the sides of your face.

You were right on the edge, recognized by your squeamish body movements and loud, pornographic moans. Rafe pulled his fingers out, a loud gasp escaping your lips, you tugged on his hand with one of your own, “You want me to keep going ?” he asked. Your head nodded, “Okay. Tell me you’ll keep the baby.” he said, without any emotion at all. You were unsure, and you didn’t want a baby, but it was Rafe. He was a fucking psychopath and you already knew if you tried to get rid of it anyways that he would do insane things, he’ll ruin you for life. He could tell you were hesitant about saying it, hell, you were hesitant about even seeing him again after this, but he would force his way into your life anyways. However, during sex you acted like a completely different person, so your subconscious answered for you, “Fuck, okay.”

Even if you couldn’t see it, you knew he was smirking as he dipped his fingers back into your aching cunt that was already painted with his cum. Your head kept nodding as he kept going, you were lost in a state of pleasure, the way he pressures his fingers against your g-spot made you think you were going insane. His hand moved faster and faster until you let loose all over his fingers, moaning loudly as he let you ride your orgasm out. Your arousal was evident when he pulled his fingers out, “Was crying f’me to stop, now look at you.” he said, laughing softly. He looked at you and shoved his fingers in your mouth, making you taste yourself. Your tongue instinctively sucked on them, he grabbed your jaw as you did, “I’m staying here with you, every fuckin’ night. You’re keeping that fucking baby.” he pulled his fingers out of your mouth and took his hand off your jaw.

The way he talked to you like you were a dog who had to follow their owners every command scared you, he was only doing that so he wouldn’t leave you, but maybe that was what you wanted. You wanted him to force you into doing everything you didn’t want, you needed him in your life, or maybe it was due to all of his gaslighting and manipulating to think that he was all you needed. It wasn’t though, you just needed to be away from him.

[jinxthequeergirl]

Fireworks

pines family x parental figure!reader/ implied stanfordx reader

Summary: based on the song "Fireworks" by mitski- you've lost yourself in your journey to bring back your friend from another dimension that you've almost forgotten about your family.

Warning: ANGST BABY!!!!! WOWOW! Also corny as hell

Enjoy

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You wondered how long you'd feel like this. The sense of constant unease and dread and guilt.

"You're going to drive yourself crazy staring at those pages."

You blinked with heavy eyelids as you stared at the half complete layout of the large portal machine. "I can figure it.. I know I can..." You mumbled.

"There's nothing we can do until we have the last journal."

You said nothing but focused on the pages, thinking till your brain was numb.

Stan sighed, realizing he wasn't getting you away from those books without a fight.

"ME and the kids are going to be outside incase you care to join us."

You mumbled or groaned he couldn't really tell the difference. He frowned he had noticed a change in you most recently though he knew you didn't think he did.

A slight grey in your eyes as you continued to work. He knew you wanted to bring Stanford home so did he. But not to the extent you had been pushing it too. So he quietly went to meet the kids upstairs.

You felt your eyes growing heavy. Your thoughts drift as you stared at the page and wondered when you had gotten to this point.

You had spent so much time crying for Stanford to come back, so much time blaming Stanley for losing him. Then the feelings just fossilized one morning. You knew they where still there. You still felt the grief, the guilt the anger.

But for some reason, you'd forgot how to cry.

You heard a faint popping from upstairs but didn't think much of it at first. Still dazing into the old journals.

Trying for anything. A spark of an idea a glimmer of hope, the courage to face what you feared be true, to feel less lifeless again.

hoping that the almost numb feeling wasn't your lost feelings for him. If that was the case, then that would mean you'd given up hope on finding him again.

You hear the popping again, followed by cheering. You look up for the first time in what feels like hours. Your neck hurts, and you groan in pain as your eyes are met with a photo of you and Stanford.

Is this what he would want for you? The feelings you had were real and still hurt. The feelings you had for Ford were just the same.

Your eyes drift to the photo next to it. You and Stanley and the kids squished together to fit the frame. A wide grin across all your faces.

You heard the popping and booming louder this time.

This isn't what Stanford would want for you. You decide as you push yourself out of the chair with a stretch and up the basement steps.

You he'd want you to realize that what you felt was healing. Not losing hope or feeling for him like you feared.

Your eyes adjust to the light as you step into the warm summer night.

He'd want you to connect with the people you called family.

"Y/n, you made it! We still have some fireworks left!" Mable cheered as you shut the door that led to the roof. "I saved all your favorite colors incase you came out."

Take care of yourself.

"I dunno guys. Isn't this kinda dangerous?" You asked. The twins shared a look with eachother before you laughed.

"Who am I kidding? Hand me the biggest one you have!" You exclaimed.

Stan laughed. "Ah there they are the y/n we all know and love!"

And more importantly be there for them.

You placed an apologetic hand on stans shoulder and offered him a smile. Which he returned.

You sat on the edge of the roof watching the fireworks for most of the night feeling your worries wash away.

Everything was gonna be alright with them by your side.

It always had been.

~~~~~~~☆~~~~~~

[emmyrosee]

Im sorry, I have to bother Osamu

——

“I swear to god I’m going to lock you in the bedroom.”

For whatever reason, Osamu decided that this was the night out he was going to dress down, usually sticking with jeans and a sweatshirt for most of the nights with the boys. Tonight however, he looks damn intoxicating, he looks like a bad mistake you’re more than willing to make: muscles jammed in a compression shirt that slightly cinches his waist, settled over the band of his grey sweats that cuff at his ankles. They sit low on his hips and good lord if he doesn’t hide the band of his boxers, you’re going to lose your mind.

“I look bad or somethin?”

“You think you’re gonna leave the house looking that fine! No. You look way too good to be sitting at Bokuto’s house. What do you think this is?”

He snickers as he ties his shoes, “baby, its just the boys-“

“I don’t trust you with that Sunarin. Don’t make me fight him off with a stick.”

He shakes his head and licks his lips, and you groan in frustration as he looks somehow even more fine looking.

He shakes his head and gently reaches up to rub his neck, “I'm so used to you being the eye candy, it's hard to think I could compete-"

“This is not about me,” you say breathlessly, and he gives you a quiet ‘sorry,’ before letting his shy, smiling face turn away. “You, Miya Osamu, are a god amongst mere maggots, and I shouldn’t have the permission to gaze upon you.”

He snorts and shakes his head, “you literally popped a black head on my nose yesterday, shut up.”

“That doesn’t stop you from being an absolute heartthrob.” Your swooning only makes his cheeks heat up more, and he chokes out a shy “stop,” before licking his teeth to try and break the smile on his now sore cheeks.

Quickly, you toss your arms around his neck and plant more than a few kisses to his jawline, noisy and wet, and it has him snorting.

“You’re so pretty,” you whine.

“Thank you, baby.”

“Literally going to wifey you up- you’re so handsome.”

“Shut up!” He titters.

You groan and gently cup his cheeks, “just a few more kisses, shut up and take them.” His lips are pursed out from the squishing of his cheeks as you plant a few kisses around his face, littering his nose and above his eyebrows. When you pass a kiss over his lips, he pushes out to chase the affection.

"You're so handsome." Kiss. "Truly ruining my life." Kiss. "I'd sacrifice my own left foot just to be in the same space as you." Your kiss moves up to his forehead, "literally let me be obsessed with you."

Kiss.

Kiss.

One long kiss.

You go to kiss him again, but you stop quickly as the consequences of your affection glares back at you. Instantly, your hands cover your mouth in shock, and he gives you a small chuckle as he quirks a brow at you, “what’re you lookin’ at?”

“Igaveyouahickey.”

“Huh?”

“Igaveyouahickey,” you repeat, your voice now pitched higher and more frantic. He chuckles again, this time a little more nervous before adjusting the tight cuff of his compression sleeve.

“Very funny, babe.”

You shake your head, “I wish I had those comedic capabilities, Osamu.”

With a gnaw of his lip, he gives you a deep inhale through his nose, “you gave me a hickey… on my forehead?”

“I’m so sorry-“

“how… did you give me a hickey on my forehead?”

“When… when-when I was kissing you,” you begin, now trying to hide your laughter because damn, this is pretty funny- “I think I kissed you too hard.”

“I don’t think this was a kiss, I think it’s when you sucked my face,” he says in exhaustion, working up the courage to look in the camera of his phone. He tucks his lips in to fight off his own smile, and that causes you to finally break out in laughter. Your arms clutch your sides as he stares at himself; he doesn’t blink. He doesn’t flinch. Just a close-smile stare.

“And what exactly do you plan to do to help me with this?” He asks, full knowing you don’t have a plan. You beam up innocently, and he knows that this is not going work and he’s going to walk into Bokuto’s house with bags of food and a damned purple hickey above his eyebrow.

You stalk over to him and reach your hand up and into his hair, dragging out the not-so neat locks to have some longer chunks in the center of his forehead and just above his brow, “here. Now no one will know!”

“Really?”

“Yeah!”

“Are your pants on fire, you LIAR?”

You snicker and pull back, admiring him and the pretty purple mark on his head. "It brings out your eye color."

"Oh, thank God, I was worried."

You laugh and make your way back into his arms, and he embraces you happily. "At least I don't have to worry about anyone taking you from me tonight,” you tease.

He smiles and kisses your lips, nipping at them to make you squeak, "never have to worry about that ever, baby."

"Except with Sunarin."

"Not true-“

"And Akaashi-san."

He smirks, "you may lose me to Akaashi-san."

"That's very fair."

[killakalx]

kal just imagine asking dick whether he’s sick of the begging + overstim combo in bed. the oral-giving ratio between you is skewed unfairly in his favour — he’s always too focused on pulling another orgasm out of you to pay much mind to your weak pawing at his dick. you love it, if as much isn’t made clear every time he fucks you into a state of bliss you could never hope to achieve with anything but the curve of his dick. sometimes you can’t help but worry that you’re being selfish, taking and taking and rarely getting the chance to give him something back. he hardly ever asks for anything but your pleasure— for you to cum ‘just one more time’ on his fingers, another messy, lazy make out session because he knows they make you weak in the knees, for you to flip onto your stomach so he can eat it the way god intended for him to when he blessed him with such a pretty girlfriend. he’d grab your jaw if you worked up the courage to ask him, squish your cheeks into a pout and guide you back against whatever flat-ish surface will suffice for what he has in mind. he’d know he’s being mean when he starts asking serious questions with his fingers stuffed into your panties, one eyebrow raised and a cruel smirk on his lips. “‘s that what’s been on your mind, baby? you worried?” you’d nod, and it would make him giddy. “you wanna make it up to me? make me feel good?” he’d look like the cat who’d gotten the cream — he had you creaming around his fingers, so he kind of was. “if you wanna make me feel good, all you gotta do is cum around my fingers like a good girl ‘n then we’ll see what else i can think up to have you ‘make it up to me’, yeah?” (this is my way of telling u that we will never ever be sick of the dick grayson overstim agenda)

ohhh my god oh my god. thank u.

one thing about grayson, he’s eating your pussy until you cry. the hardly satisfying friction against the mattress will suffice if it means he’s stuck between your legs and making you cream all over his face, trust. and the way god intended him to is right, he takes ts seriously. and dick will eat it from the back, for sure, but above all he really wants you sitting on his face. he’s making you cum twice already and you can’t tell me he doesn’t have the nerve to just flip you over with his body and guide you right back to his mouth, greedy hands all over your thighs and ass. yeah another two orgasms should do it before he so much as acknowledges the straining against his boxers.

nothing but the curve of his dick??? i’m dead. and i bet his favorite is the lazy make-outs with you straddling his lap, positioned right over his hard-on while you grind against his fingers and whine into his mouth. every time you reach for his cock he groans, but lord the noises he makes with you while you fuck yourself on his hand are nothing if not blissful. he’s guiding your hips, groping your tits, grabbing your face, anything to keep his free hand touching you while he’s knuckles deep in your pussy.

“‘s that what’s been on your mind, baby? you worried?” nonnie when i find u. he’s already pinching and rubbing your clit as you whine and nod, pushing you into the arm of the couch, a counter- the wall if he feels like showing off. let him make you cum, just a few more times, then he’s looking you in the eye as he licks his fingers clean of your slick. yeah he’s snickering at the bashfulness in your face as he makes you watch, just before he can finally stuff you with his cock and get you leaking all over his pelvis. you’re very convincing anon. very very persuasive.

[upsidedownwithsteve]

Simmer #5

CH5. Wake 'n' Bake | The Menu [4.9K] Eddie Munson x shy fem!reader: a line cook au.

“Well, you don’t know what we can find. Why don’t you come with me, little girl? On a magic carpet ride.”

The diner was quiet and the radio was louder than usual, lilting through the kitchen and between the empty tables. It was a too hot Sunday, with most of the usual clientele swapping leather booths for loungers by the community pool. Only Mr Creel sat in his usual stool by the bar, parked perfectly underneath the TV screen that was playing the same old western movie that came on every day at three o’clock. Jonathan was manning the counter, pouring the old man refills when he grumbled, whistling as he went. 

Everyone else had either gone home earlier or was preparing for the night shift that started at eight that evening. The diner was too hot, the old AC barely keeping up, blowing out a whisper of cool air that you and Jonathan had taken turns standing under, watching the glass door for any signs of life out on the street. 

None came. 

So you’d long taken off your apron and after some internal arguing with yourself, you had plucked up the courage to push the doors to the kitchen open. There wasn’t much happening there either. Eddie was the only chef in, clock watching until there was a customer to feed or for when Argyle would arrive to take over the next shift. 

And now? Well, now you think you were just annoying him. But he was allowing it, and that was something. 

“And what’s that?” You asked for the fourth time. 

You were hunkered down on the stool you’d dragged over to Eddie’s station, elbows on the stainless steel and your cheeks squished between your hands as you watched the boy work. He’d told you and Jonathan he’d made some lunch, and after some back and forth (Eddie argued enough until Jonathan gave in), Eddie was making some ramen. 

“It’s gochujang,” Eddie mumbled back. He was too busy concentrating as he tapped a teaspoon of the red paste into the pot on the stove. He was more relaxed than you’d seen him, with no big orders to cook, he’d been humming along to the radio, his curls knotted on the top of his head to keep himself cool. He’d merely smiled when you plopped yourself down at his table. “And if you ask me what something is again, m’gonna put you in this pot too.”

You didn’t take offence, not anymore. You scrunched your face at him. “Mean,” you said. “When’s it ready? It smells real good.”

“Soon. And I’m not mean,” he grumbled back, tossing some ramen noodles into the pot that had been ready to overspill with bubbles. “You’re annoying.”

You gasped, all faux dramatics. “And he’s rude too,” you told no one. You grinned when Eddie rolled his eyes and shook his head, but when he bent over to chop up some spring onion at a scarily fast speed, you saw him smile. “Can I do anything?”

“You could get us some drinks,” Eddie suggested and he peered out of the hatch at the empty tables. Mr Creel glared back. “Seeing as you know, you’re not doing anything. At all.”

You huffed but there was a laugh under it that Eddie was beginning to recognise. He raised his brows at you as you let your sneakers slap onto the floor, hands pushed to the worktop as if getting up was an awfully exhausting thing. “I suppose I could manage that,” you told him wistfully. “If you’ll cope without my help for five minutes.”

Eddie snorted, stirring a delicious smelling broth he had simmering in another pot. He levelled you with a stare that a month ago, would’ve made your stomach churn with nerves. “I’ll try,” he played along. “I’ll tell Jim it was your fault if the kitchen burns down though.”

“Snitch. Coke?” You asked him as you made your way to the door. 

“Just the one line, sweetheart, I’m driving,” Eddie smirked back. 

He had an adorable habit of letting his head tilt to the side when he joked with you, as rare as it sometimes could still be. Dimples in both cheeks, stray curls over those big eyes, thick lashes that he liked to bat at you when he thought he was being real funny. It was becoming a problem. 

“You’re hilarious,” you told him flatly from the other side of the hatch, shooting some soda from the gun into a glass for him. “Jonathan, coke?” You called to the other boy from across the diner, holding up an empty glass for him too. 

“Shhh!” Mr Creel hissed at you, teeth bared, brows furrowed and you grimaced back, a smile that wasn’t customer service worthy but you’d long learnt to stay away from him. 

“God, stop annoying the customers,” Eddie told you when you came back in holding two pints of coke, he was grinning as he ladled your lunch into a big blue bowl, letting his eyes settle on you as you passed him his drink. 

“Don’t tell Jim,” you joked, but the humour in your voice fell flat as you watched Eddie bring the glass to his lips and gulp the fizz down. 

His neck bobbed as he swallowed, chin tilting up and back as he led his eyes flutter close and you could help but stare at the line of his jaw, the up and down of his Adam’s apple, the push of his lips against the cup. Your mouth felt dry, your head a little empty and when he opened his eyes and put the empty glass down, you were still staring. 

“What?” Eddie was staring back. 

You shook your head, words unable to form. You stuttered and stammered and shrugged your shoulders, gripping tightly to your own glass. “Nothing,” you finally managed. “What?”

“What?” Eddie squinted at you. 

“What?” You asked again, before you could help yourself and you realised too late that you’d asked him a question there wasn’t even an answer to. “Shit.”

The corner of the boy’s mouth lifted and he looked at you, amused, if not a little concerned. “Okay,” he drawled, sliding your lunch over to you. “Here, eat. Lack of good food must be makin’ you loopy or somethin’, christ.”

So you ate in silence, sitting across from Eddie and exchanging shy smiles as he watched you hum at each flavour, nodding at Jonathan when he slapped him on the back in thanks, taking his own bowl outside so he could smoke at the same time. It was a new kind of friendship that still made you nervous, too aware when Eddie looked at you - like, really looked at you. Eyes earnerst, watching, gauging what you liked and what you didn’t. He knew that a scrunch of your nose meant you were unsure, a little taptaptap of your feet on the stool meant you loved it. 

He still made you shy, even though you spoke more. Stomach dipping and somersaulting when he called your name out of the hatch, some kind of plate made up for you, grouching good naturedly about how you needed to stop skipping meals. It made your heart jolt when he got too close, when fingers brushed as he passed you a bowl of fruit, a sandwich you could inhale between serving tables. 

But then again, maybe that wasn’t nerves. Maybe that was just the crush you were telling yourself you didn’t have. 

It was becoming harder to lie. 

“Good?” Eddie asked like always, letting his foot kick gently against yours. He’d finished his own bowl and was watching you with a fond look on his face as you wrestled with the last few noodles. 

You nodded and hummed happily, “mhmm. Could’ve done with some more salt though.”

Eddie did a double take, lips parted to argue because he knew that broth was damn perfect, before he realised you were joking. He narrowed his eyes at your grin, tried to hide his own smile when you laughed. 

“Oh, she’s actin’ real cute today, huh?” He snarked but everything about him told you he thought you were hilarious. He took your empty bowl from you, poked at your shoulder with a chopstick. “The self proclaimed crybaby s’gettin’ bold.”

It was a meaner type of teasing that you’d grown used to, but still, you wrinkled your nose at the boy as your cheeks burned, head ducking down at the memories of your teary eyed encounters with certain customers. You heard Eddie laugh as he dumped the bowls in the sink, but it wasn’t a cruel sound at all. And when you lifted your chin back up from your chest, he was back on the other side of the work station, elbows on the stainless steel and leaning over to you. Close. Closer than before. 

You blinked and Eddie smiled, a lazy, knowing thing, his eyes darting over your face like he was able to read you. Maybe he could. “There she is,” he murmured softly. “Shy thing.”

“Oh my god,” you tried to joke weakly, your voice a soft, embarrassed drawl. “Stop.”

It made Eddie laugh, a wide grin pushing at his cheeks until the dimples you rarely got to see appeared. You wanted to push a finger to one, to see if the tip of it would fit perfectly into the dip. You sat on your hands instead. 

“What?” The boy asked. “She’s got no jokes now?” But he smiled a little softer and went back to preparing the dough for tomorrow’s rolls, not saying anything else when you leaned back over the counter to watch. If you’d looked up, taken your eyes off the way his big hands kneaded at the sticky mess, you’d have caught the boy watching you, still smiling. Awfully fond. 

—————

“Hey,” you interrupted a while later, once Robin had arrived to take over you shift, once Argyle was throwing some burgers on the grill for the customers that had finally shown up. “What’re you doing tonight?”

 Eddie looked a little startled as he closed over his locker, chef whites in a bundle in his bag, ready for washing. He blinked at you, pretty, pouted lips parted as he wondered where this conversation would lead. “Uhh, I- I dunno. Probably gonna go home, roll a joint and wait for another day in this shithole to start. Why?”

You wondered if Eddie could hear your heartbeat. ‘Cause it echoed in your ears, inside your head. A thud that made your mouth feel a little dry and suddenly the bravery you’d felt when asking that question melted away with the boy’s gaze on you. You weren’t sure what you’d planned to ask. Maybe if he knew of any good films to rent. Maybe if there was a nice park to explore. Maybe if he’d want to hang out—

“That sounds like a really good night,” you said instead, a nervous laugh following your words and Eddie’s brows shot up in surprise. 

“You smoke?” He asked in disbelief. 

You shrugged, leaning back against your locker as you tried not to sound completely uncool. “Kinda? Not really. I don’t like to smoke it but- but I’d sometimes, you know, bake some brownies or something. I haven’t done it in a while, but—” you wrinkled your nose. “—moving to a new city really makes you wanna just… get really fucking high.”

Eddie was laughing and nodding, beaming at you with a pink flush covering his cheeks. You watched him swallow hard and then gesture to the door. He almost couldn’t meet your eyes when he said, “d’you, uh, wanna come hang out? Smoke with me?”

It took Eddie a whole ten minutes to drive to his house. A trailer that was tucked into the back of the park you passed every day. You shot him a look when he parked up and he rolled his eyes, like he knew what you were about to say. 

“You drove me all the way home that day, when you live, like, seconds away from—“

“Oh, shut up,” he told you, scrunching his face. “It was a fuckin’ tsunami that day. You weren’t walkin’ anywhere.” He nipped his fingers playfully at your knee as he bent over to snatch his rucksack from the footwell. When he sat back up, he was too close. You held your breath. “Besides, Wayne told me I had to, remember?”

It was your turn to roll your eyes then, shoving at his shoulder as he cackled. “God, you’re such a gentleman.” 

He was still laughing as he jumped out the van, surprising you as he appeared at your door to open it as you busied yourself with gathering your bag and jacket. Eddie waved his hand in a dramatic gesture as you got out, eyeing him suspiciously. 

“I’m gentlemanly enough to be sharing my weed with you, sweetheart, don’t put me down too much.”

It made you soften and you followed him to his front door, the trailer humming from a generator you couldn’t see. “Thank you,” you told him shyly. “For this. For the invite.” Somewhere in an ugly part of your head, was an even uglier voice that was telling you you’d made him feel bad enough that he had to invite you. That he felt sorry for you. 

You told it to shut up. 

But Eddie turned the key and looked back at you over his shoulder, his eyes soft. “S’alright. What’re friends for?”

You blinked, unable to help the smile that spread across your lips. Your cheeks ached with it.  “We’re friends, huh?” 

Eddie walked into the trailer and waited for you to follow. “I know,” he drawled dramatically. “I don’t know how it happened either.” He was grinning, an awfully pretty thing. 

You didn’t know what to say, or do, for that matter. This felt close to flirting, something that made that horrible crush you had rear up in interest, it’s heart pounding. But maybe that was just your own. 

“Here,” Eddie gestured to a small dining booth, a c-shaped bench around a little table. He cleared a pile of laundry from it and looked flustered as he decided where to put it. It got thrown onto an armchair in the corner. “Sit down, you want a drink?”

 That’s where you sat with a can of soda, watching with a stuck laugh in your throat as Eddie upended his tiny kitchen, looking for the bag of flour he insisted he had.  “I swear, it’s in here,” he told you, holding various jars of spices and cake moulds. “What the fuck?”

“You’re supposed to be a chef, Eddie.”

“I know,” the boy wailed mournfully, swearing when he dropped a whole tub of dried fruit, chocolate sprinkles and vanilla pods. “Shit, kid. Looks like you’re gonna have to be a big girl and smoke up.”

He turned, raising his eyebrows at you like a challenge. You huffed, tipping your head back so he wouldn’t see the panic in your eyes. “Fine.”

And that’s how you ended up in Eddie’s bedroom, a space filled mostly with his double bed, a glaringly personal thing that you felt like you couldn't even look at. But he blushed and spread back the unmade sheets, fluffing up his pillows before he told you to make yourself at home. So you perched on the edge and toed your sneakers off, watching as Eddie flitted around his room, kicking things under the bed as he went, pushing cook books and comics back onto his shelves. Then he plopped himself down beside you, knees almost knocking, an old tin lunch-box on his lap. He flipped the lid and grinned as he produced an already rolled joint, wagging it in front of your face. 

“A chef is always prepped,” he whispered conspiratorially. 

“You’re a dork,” you whispered back but you leaned into his pillows as he brought it to his lips. 

A lighter flickered, a flame lighting up his face in amber just for a second or two, and then he was blowing a cloud out towards his open window. You watched Eddie’s eyes shutter closed, pretty lashes fanning over his cheeks and his lips hung open for a second or two, letting out a sigh along with blue-grey smoke. He let his shoulders drop, his head roll. Melting, like butter in the heatwave.

Then, “here, have at it, sweetheart.” Eddie handed you the joint, careful that you didn’t burn yourself on the glowing ash. He watched you take it dubiously, eyeing it with caution as you prepared yourself to bring it to your lips. You cringed a little, inhaling too sharp, too quick, coughing it all back out before you could even inhale it properly. 

You were mortified, coughing into your hand as you handed the joint back to Eddie blindly, eyes tearing up, blurring him and his room. He took it quick, making sympathetic noises as he rubbed his other hand down your spine. He waited until you wiped at your eyes, until you managed to catch your breath. “You alright?”

You wanted the ground to swallow you. “Mhmm,” you managed, keeping the heels of your palms pressed to your eyes, just so you wouldn’t have to look at him. “Sorry.”

“Nah,” Eddie said quietly, voice soft. “None of that, c’mon. You want another drink?”

You ignored him, reaching for the smoke instead, insistent on showing him you weren’t a complete loser. But Eddie tsked and held it out of your reach, frowning at you with concern. You wanted to tell him you’d almost missed that stitch between his brows. “Hey, woah, slow down, yeah?” Eddie knocked a hand into your knee, a comforting touch that didn’t push either of your boundaries. Yet. “You sure you wanna smoke? I can run back to Jim’s, see if I can smuggle some flour and we can make brow—”

You shook your head emphatically, not wanting to be any sort of annoyance. “No, no, it’s fine. I can try again.”

You weren’t sure if it was the setting sun that was coming through Eddie’s window that was turning his face fuschia, or if he was suddenly blushing something furious. It took him a second or two to meet your gaze and when he did, you saw a shyness there you’d never really seen before. Eddie was blushing. 

“I could, uh,” the boy cleared his throat noisily, awkward and fumbling. He gestured to the joint he still held, to you, to himself. “I could, I could help. I could help you. You know?” He frowned at himself, annoyed at his own stuttering. 

You frowned too, confused. “No?” You replied, unsure. Your hands were fisted in his sheets, a nervous reaction.

“Shotgun. I could, well— I could shotgun you.”

“Oh.”

The room suddenly felt infinitely smaller. Warm and intimate, soft with the last of the sunlight, dust motes floating in the rays that came through slats of the blinds. You were on Eddie Munson’s bed. With Eddie Munson. You sucked in a breath. “Okay.”

“Okay?” Eddie seemed as surprised as you were at your answer but you nodded firmly, keeping your gaze on his, your chin lifted in a boldness you so rarely felt. So Eddie nodded too. “Right. Um, yeah. Just— c’mere.”

It was a clumsy thing, the way you both shuffled closer, the mattress dipping, sheets rippling. You moved until your knees knocked against Eddie’s and he was watching you so carefully, cautious enough that you felt too shy, a burning in your chest that spread up across your neck, your face. Eddie was holding the joint out to the side, the smoke being drawn to the open window and you looked back and forth between the cigarette and the boy. 

“Done this before?” Eddie asked you quietly. 

It was suddenly silent in the trailer, in the whole park. Fuck, Hawkins had fallen asleep, you were sure of it, because looking at Eddie this close, you couldn’t hear the way the generators hummed, you couldn’t hear the crickets or cicadas, no car engines or muffled televisions. You could hear Eddie breathe though, normal enough before it hitched a little and he had to exhale that little bit heavier - like he was nervous too. 

You shook your head and swiped your tongue over your bottom lip, chasing the taste of the orange soda you’d drank at the kitchen table. “No, never like this. I— I know what to do though.” You sounded so naïve, small and a little silly, but Eddie smiled and nodded encouragingly. 

“Atta’ girl,” he murmured and then he was bringing the joint back to his lips. He spoke around it, muffled. “Ready, yeah?”

You watched the way his cheeks hollowed out, how his gaze got a little heavier even though he kept looking at you. And this time, instead of blowing the smoke out to the window, he leaned in, one hand holding the joint away from you both, the other gesturing for you to come closer. You obeyed, moving forward with your heart lodged in your throat. You moved until Eddie’s fingertips met your jaw, skimming over the skin there and he tapped gently with his thumb. 

His gaze was lowered, lashes fanning out over his cheeks as he leaned in closer still, eyes searching yours for some kind of hesitation, a sign that you’d maybe changed your mind. And when he found none, he coaxed you a little further until his nose bumped yours and you gasped, lips parted and waiting. The boy opened his mouth, just barely, smoke slipping from between his lips and he gently blew it into yours. You didn’t realise how his hand had fallen to your neck, fingers curling around the sides of it, the cool metal of his rings on your overheated skin and the blunt scratch of his nails in your hair. 

You inhaled, a shuddering breath, shaky from how close the boy was - nothing to do with the weed. Eddie’s hand on your throat made you feel higher than anything else had before. And when there was no smoke left, when the last of it had floated up towards the ceiling and had turned into wisps in the sunlight, neither of you moved. You were still close enough that your nose bumped his when you tilted your head and you could see the freckles on the bridge of it, the tiny silver coloured scar at the end of his right brow. You wondered what Eddie could see when he looked at you, if he’d find your imperfections, if he’d find them as pretty as you did his. 

You watched as his eyes looked into your own, unabashed and completely shameless, like another hit of the joint made him a bit more bold than before. Maybe it had, because you were feeling fuzzy, a warm, heavy feeling pulling you into the mattress, into Eddie. 

Your forehead touched his. 

His thumb was on your jaw, tucked into the space underneath your ear and it was pressed there like he meant it. Like he wanted you to feel it and god, you did. You did. His eyes wandered, flicking from yours to your lips and back again, warmer than ever, a honey colour in the setting sun. You wondered what you both must’ve looked like, sitting cross legged and knees knocking on Eddie’s unmade bed, heads bent together like you were sharing secrets, like you were going to share more. 

The boy swallowed harshly, Adam’s apple bobbing and his stare on your mouth and it all made you feel so heavy and warm and lightheaded at once. You weren’t sure if it was the weed, you weren’t sure if it was Eddie. 

“Your eyes are really pretty,” he whispered and he sucked in a breath when your idle hands found his bare knees through the rips in his jeans. 

You played with the frayed hem, the loose threads and tried not to squirm at such a compliment. You hummed, nose wrinkling even when you smiled. “Thank you,” you replied politely and just as quiet. “Your eyes are pretty too.”

The boy turned pink, a pretty flush over the bridge of his nose that you wanted to trace with your fingertip. He tilted his head, inspecting you, eyes flicking over each of your features like he was drawing you in his head. “You shouldn’t be handing out compliments,” he mumured bashfully. “Not when I was such a dick to you.”

You shrugged, smiling as you leaned back just a little, too focused on the way Eddie’s lips moved as he spoke. The small space you put between you both gave you some air and Eddie’s hand dropped from your neck to trail down your arm. His fingers found your ring, a dainty thing on your middle finger that was so different to his own that it was comical and he played with the gold as you did with the rips in his denim. 

Touching. Still touching. 

“S’okay,” you told him gently. “You’ve made up for it now.”

A wry smile, a thumb brushing over the inside of your palm. “I have?”

“Oh, yeah. Free food and free weed?” You grinned when Eddie scoffed. “What more could a girl want?”

It was a rhetorical question. Eddie knew that, but still, he hummed as if he were thinking about it, his fingers dancing over your wrist now, climbing, climbing, climbing. You wished he’d cup your jaw again, warm, wide hands making you feel small and soft. 

“I dunno,” he mused. “What about a d—”

Whatever Eddie was going to say was interrupted by the opening of the trailer door. A sharp noise in the quiet and it rattled off of the wall as Wayne barged his way in, arms full of pizza boxes and a giant bottle of soda. “Ed!” He yelled out in greeting, oblivious. “Grubs up, boy, come get.”

It made you spring apart, the mattress squeaking obnoxiously at the movement and you burned at the noise, at what it made it sound like you were up to. You stared wide eyed at Eddie, like a teenager caught doing something they shouldn’t and suddenly you wondered if Wayne would shout at you both for getting high. 

But then Eddie was yelling back something noncommittal as he got off the bed, looking back down at you with an amused expression. He bent at the knees, shins hitting the mattress and his hands found your knees where he squeezed them reassuringly. “Hey, hey,” he smiled like he found you funny. Maybe he did. “S’all good, relax. Wayne doesn’t care.”

You sucked in a breath and willed away the weed induced panic you could feel brewing in your stomach, a knotting of nerves that Eddie managed to unravel with the way his fingers smoothed over your lower thighs. So you smiled back and nodded even though you felt like cardboard and when Eddie offered his hand to help you stand, you took it. 

“Hey, Wayne,” Eddie called out into the living room. “We got a dinner guest, that alright?” 

You could hear the rustle of pizza boxes being opened, the smell of basil and tomatoes wafting through the trailer. Your stomach rumbled and Eddie laughed, chuckling harder when you batted the back of your hand into his side for his lack of manners. 

“You can’t just announce that!” You hissed. “That’s so rude.”

Eddie rolled his eyes and then held out his hand to the bedroom door as if to say ‘see?’ when Wayne grunted and said, “If it’s Steve, tell him I ain’t paying extra for those damn mozzarella sticks when there’s already cheese on the pi— oh, hey, kid.”

Wayne looked surprised to see you as you shuffled out of Eddie’s bedroom in your socks. The boy had his hand on the small of your back as he coaxed you forward into the main space of the trailer. “Hi,” you waved shyly, watching with a hot face as Wayne looked at you, at his nephew and back again, brows raised in interest. “Sorry I interrupted your dinner plans, I—”

“Nonsense,” Wayne said at the same time as Eddie scoffed, “shut up.”

“C’mon, now, sit and grab a plate,” the older man urged. “Hope you like Jeopardy! ‘‘cause that’s pizza night tradition.”

You smiled and nodded as Eddie slid into the breakfast nook beside you, hips nudging yours as you budged up. And as Wayne argued with the remote control, the boy loaded up your plate with pizza slices, ignoring your protests completely. 

“God, you’re such a feeder,” you joked weakly, still embarrassed to be crashing the Munson pizza night. 

Wayne was still frowning at the buttons when he grunted and laughed. “Yep, the boy doesn’t know how to give someone a damn hug, but he’ll make sure you never go hungry. Gotta show love one way or another, huh?”

Nobody said anything and Wayne won the battle as the channel flicked over and the voice of Alex Trebek filled the room. You couldn’t quite look at Eddie and both of you sat side by side as you ate your pizza, Eddie’s curls hiding his face from view. You wondered if he was pink again, blushing and cursing out his uncle in his head. 

You wondered if you should’ve said something.  

But then, as if to prove some kind of point, Eddie barely glanced at you as he picked up the last slice of pepperoni from the box, and slid it onto your plate. 

[ratsummer]

So my bestie was telling me the other day about Phantom wanting to practice kissing and I am running away with it!!

It doesn't take long after he's summoned for Phantom to want to kiss his pack mates. Unfortunately, he is a very anxious and not-yet-well-adjusted ghoul, so he agonizes over who to go to for a long, long time. They're all so beautiful, and everyone has been happy to help him, but the thought of kissing them... of being vulnerable in that way... He agonizes over everything that could go wrong for hours on end. After much sleeplessness and pacing around his room with a notebook (Cirrus taught him about decision trees) he finally decides Mountain is the safest bet.

First of all, he sees Mountain kissing literally everyone, all of the time, everywhere. Anyone can see he's good at it. Anyone can see he likes it! Also, both Swiss and Rain have independently confessed to Phantom that Mountain is the best kisser. Mountain has never laughed at him for not knowing how to do something, so he at least almost certainly won't be mean if he thinks it's weird that Phantom hasn't ever kissed anyone. Really, Phantom feels pretty safe that he can walk away from the situation unscathed, no matter which way things go.

So. It's gonna be Mountain. Phantom works up all the courage in his little heart and goes to Mountain's door. When Mountain greets him, he sees a skinny little ghoul (the littlest quint he's ever seen, that might never wear off) clutching his weighted bat stuffy close and barely able to stammer out a hello.

The one thing that Phantom had unfortunately left out of consideration was Mountain's height. Even glamored, the guy towers over him. He's also generally quiet, so he really just has a very consistenly... looming quality to him. Which is fine! So fine! But Phantom is already embarrassed and nervous and this big beautiful ghoul is just looking down at him with his big pretty soft gentle eyes and his sweet lovely smile and it's all so disarming and Phantom is just shrinking in on himself more and more and he can't even say hello to Mountain and he's such an idiot and he shouldn't have come and-

"Hey, snuggle bug, come here. Come back to me."

And, oh. Mountain is kneeling in front of him. He's shorter than Phantom now, but only just barely, and... wow, okay, Phantom can breathe again. And Mountain is just holding his hips and gently squeezing, and his big heavy tail is gently thumping on the ground, and he's still smiling that beautiful soft smile.

It's such a relief to have Mountain holding him that Phantom doesn't realize he's crying until Mountain reaches up to softly wipe his cheeks. And then Phantom is giggling, and his face is so hot, and then he starts crying for real, and he feels so stupid but also so safe. And he apologizes to Mountain over and over, sorry, he doesn't know why he's crying.

And around his gasps and half-stuttered apologies, he finally manages to confess. "I don't even know why I'm crying. I just wanted to kiss with you."

And Mountain is grinning so big and pulling him close, and even though he's on his knees he's somehow still making Phantom feel safe and small. And Mountain nuzzles up under his jaw, and presses a sweet, tiny kiss there. He cups Phantom's cheeks, and tilts his head down so he can press a lingering kiss between his horns.

"I would love to kiss with you, snuggle bug. Should we get in my nest?"

And Phantom can only whine and nod, knuckles white as he clings desperately to Mountain's shirt. He refuses to let go, even as Mountain stands and towers over him once more, stretching Phantom's arms out over his head. Mountain just laughs softly, not mean at all, and grabs Phantom's thighs to pick him up and wrap them around his waist.

Phantom squishes himself as close to Mountain as he can, snuggled up against his chest like a baby bat. He tucks his face into Mountain's neck to breathe in his warm, familiar smell, and wraps his tail tight around Mountain's hips. Mountain is rubbing his back, a deep, rumbling purr rolling through his chest as he closes the bedroom door and turns to his nest.

"Alright, snuggle bug. You're alright. Mounty's got you."

And maybe Phantom's entire body is finally relaxing from being so tense for hours, stressing over whether he should or shouldn't approach Mountain. Maybe his eyes are heavy from crying. Maybe he's finally warm and calm and maybe a big, cozy ghoul is kissing his hair and wrapping a big, cozy blanket around him.

Maybe he can get kisses tomorrow.

[shibaraki]

TURNING PAGE ┊ MIDORIYA IZUKU

tags: GN reader, quirk accident (dubcon <- just to be safe), pining, friends to lovers, a tiny bit of angst, so much fluff, requited feelings, confessions of love

wc: 1.3K

Deku got hit with a quirk mid battle. You have long since learnt that assuming the worst before receiving more information isn’t helpful. Injuries and accidents are an inevitability in your line of work— if you started panicking every time a friend got hurt you’d send yourself to an early grave.

Love drunk, they called it. A quirk that inebriated it’s victims with overwhelming feelings of affection and lowered their inhibitions to a resounding zero. It was harmless, if not a little embarrassing, and it explained why the nurse you spoke to had steam coming out of her ears.

Getting Izuku back to his apartment was the hardest part. You couldn’t make it two minutes without him stopping to express his admiration. Always some innocuous thing; how the beech tree foliage dappled the sunlight, or a flock of birds danced in synchrony, or an elderly woman with a small dog travelled in her walker.

When he caught sight of Bakugo’s victorious snarl plastered across a billboard you had to fight tooth and nail to take his devices away, lest he start wailing down the phone about how proud he is.

That particular moment spiralled into an incoherent rant about what the word ‘best friend’ means to him and why it felt redundant— lacking, in a sense. “It’s not enough,” he slurred, a myriad of tears bubbling at his waterline that he valiantly tries to blink away. “I just care about them so much”.

You had almost lost your footing as he slung an arm around your shoulder, nose squished up against your temple and oblivious to the heat prickling over your cheeks. You count your blessings. At least it hadn’t been a sex quirk. Izuku loves hard and he feels with his whole body. You’re not sure you could handle him at lust. To get a taste of that would be irreversible; no doubt hurtful. This is difficult enough.

When you make it to his apartment Izuku seems to realise that if he releases the tension keeping him upright you’ll have to hold him at the waist and take his weight. Your abdomen clenches— his lips brush over the shell of your ear, muttering quiet praises, and a shiver rolls through you. You wished he would shut up and you wished he wouldn’t; your eyes, your laugh, your intelligence, your hands, the way your hips move, how you dance when you think nobody is looking, the smile you save for him, your courage and wit— you’ve heard enough.

It hurts.

You manage to get him to his bedroom. He's drunk, fumbling like he’d forgotten how to put one foot in front of the other. You press your lips thin and try not to laugh as he struggles with the apparent loss of dexterity.

Izuku laughs as you drop him unceremoniously onto his bed and the sound is incredible. Soft, drunken, wholehearted fits of giggles. Pink splotches bloom up his neck and cheeks, his body pliant in honeyed repose. Mossy curls stark against the cotton sheets. Izuku holds out his arms and makes childish grabby motions with his fingers.

“C’mere,” he murmurs with a tone too intimate for your heart. A voice meant for lovers. Thoughts zip through your mind a mile a minute. What on earth do you do with your hands when everything you’ve ever wanted is right in front of you? You’re shaken by the gravity of it.

Your conscience whispers that this isn’t real. The quirk will wear off in a few hours. Izuku will stutter through a red faced apology and return to a normal you’ll never be wholly satisfied with.

The silence draws longer than intended. Your tongue sits heavy behind your teeth. You don’t know what to do with yourself, but Izuku is merciless. He pushes up onto his hands with a dissatisfied hum and scoots to the edge of the bed. A fragile breath is caught in your chest when you feel his palm smooth up your calf, cupping the back of your knee, his thumb stroking back and forth.

Izuku presses the flat of his throat against your midsection, his chin between your ribs. He looks up, detailing the subtleties in your face, eyes squinted and hazy; you aren’t sure what to do with the wonder in them, how unashamed he's being. You’ve seen it somewhere before. Stupid man. It’s a look saved for art museums or a full moon or the love of your life. Not— not you.

“You’re so unfair,” you tell him.

Thick in his mouth, he asks, “Did I do something wrong?”

Innate as breathing, your hands find his cheeks, seeking to reassure him before you realise what you’re doing, and he pins you in place with the most benevolent little noise.

Curse the quirk database. There had been next to no information about the quirk beyond its surface effects. You had no way to know whether the quirk conjured feelings of love, twisted them or amplified that which already existed.

“You haven’t done anything wrong,” you affirmed, emphasised by the squashing of his cheeks. It forces his full lips into a pout. Izuku watches you, wide eyed and fraught. You exhale shakily and his head moves with the motion. “I promise”.

“But you look so sad,” he replies nasally. His fingers curled into your thigh, the other hand coming up to wrap around your wrist. Your eyes sting and you can’t help but to laugh at his swollen jutted mouth.

He responds well— practically glittering, sitting up straighter as though you had breathed new life into him. “I love it when you laugh,” he professed. “I love—”

“So you’ve said”.

Izuku frowns deeply. The strength behind his grip increases and it forces your knee to bend, bracing on the mattress beside his hip. It knocks you off balance, hands sliding down to his shoulders as you right yourself. “Izuku—?”

“You don’t believe me,” he mutters, more to himself than to you. The world tilts on its axis and suddenly you are laid on your back, trapped by firm muscle. A leg slots between yours, locking in place; thick arms snake around your shoulders and bring you into his embrace.

Izuku holds you in the crook of his body and you fit like a missing half.

The collar of his shirt slips forward. Your eyes skim the shadows leading to his chest— sparse dark hair between his pecs, muscle pushed together to form a soft cleavage. You’re swathed in heat and the smell of his shampoo. Blood rushes loud in your ears as his adam’s apple bobs and he dips to nuzzle your cheeks together.

“Oh”. A mumble breaks the silence whilst you try to regain your bearings. “You think it’s the quirk, right?”

“It is the quirk, Izuku”.

“Silly. That’s silly. I always feel like this when I’m with you,” he vowed tipsily. Your heart aches and you want to cry.

“Then let’s sleep,” you lift your head, ignoring his small complaint, and meet his gaze. “Sleep for a few hours and tell me again”.

Something flits across his expression; brief and quick, leaving as swiftly as it came, mellowing into contentment. Face smooshed into the pillow, Izuku smiles happily, readjusting his hips to align with yours.

You do not sleep. You stay awake listening to his shallow breathing, the snuffling noises he makes, laughing quietly to yourself whenever his muscles jolt. You count every eyelash, every freckle, memorise the pattern of his scars— the faint lines that are only ever visible in summer when his skin has a little more colour. You soak in how his chest moves against yours, how his arms tighten if you try to pull away.

When he begins to stir, you close your eyes and brace for the impact. What comes next is this:

The tentative press of his lips to your forehead. A gentle whisper of your name. You peer up at him and his sheepish smile widens, entirely unchanged from the hours before.

“I really love it when you laugh,” he blurted, flushing from head to toe.

Hope flares in your chest, spirit buoyed. “So you’ve said,” you breathe.

[ryzl]

imagine a yandere! florist 🌷

yandere! florist who is tired of his every day life. it is a never ending cycle

that is until . . . . . he saw YOU ♡

yandere! florist who, at first, doesn't care. he just saw you as a normal person (with unreal beauty, might i add) who just happens to always visit the bookstore in front of the flower shop he works on

yandere! florist who starts to see you frequently, and couldn't help but get curious as to why you always visit the bookstore in front of the shop.

i mean, could you at least go to HIS shop? pretty please? 😩

yandere! florist who couldn't help but feel overjoyed when you actually went to his shop. hooray for him

saying you ordered for a bouquet of ROSES. hmmm red?

i wonder who is it for ? your lover maybe? oh no that shouldn't be possible. you are his.

so when yandere! florist asked who's it for, you should answer honestly, alright? SO WHO'S IT FOR?

oh? what you've ordered was wrong? whew, you almost gave him a heart attack darling :3

it's actually WHITE ROSES, for a family member ig???

yandere! florist who prepared the bouquet for you (lmao expect his number on a seperate card inside the bouquet)

yandere! florist who told you to come anytime :> you are always welcome here 🥳

yandere! florist who starts to stalk you on the daily. :))

no problem with that right??? yeah, thought so too.

yandere! florist who figured out where you live !!!!

you can expect random flowers that are associated with "romantic love" by your door step :> you're welcome, my dearest.

oh love, it's very fun seeing you look around for whoever the flowers are from. you look so cute :3 he wanna squish you :>

yandere! florist who (finally) mustered up enough courage to actually give the flowers to you. FACE TO FACE 🙀

like omg can this even get any more creepier ROMANTIC?

yandere! florist who did his very best to pour all his affection to you :>

in short, he's proving to you that he's hubby material 🥰🥰🥰

yandere! florist who has vendetta against the librarian

yes he considers that librarian his rival when it comes to winning your love ♡

to anyone who wants to add anything in here, feel free to do so :>

yeah this is so rushed >:D anyways, i would like to thank everyone for supporting my mini writings :3 (love lots)

and btw mga dude, there will be a yandere! librarian next. ay na'spill. keme keme keme :3 see you next time guys

[coldfanbou]

Dream Day

Here is my one-year anniversary fic! It was a lot of work, considering the number of idols. That means it also got to be very long going by my usual length. It got pretty hard going into the later stages of writing. Anyway, expect a mommy kink, a little rough sex, and a small bit of a breeding kink.

Length 7.3K

Yuna, Chaeryeong, Swan, Dayeon, Jihyo, Eunbi, Eunha x M reader

Today was the day. You got ready to head to the address the company had given you. Your hands shook as you buttoned up your shirt. You could hardly believe that you had won the raffle.

A few months ago, you entered a special raffle held by one of the broadcast stations you had visited when you went for a music show. At the end of the long survey, it asked you various questions, like naming your top ten idols. You didn’t believe it would lead to anything, so you were shocked when you got a call about a date to receive your prize. Now dressed, you step out and follow the directions given to you until you reach an apartment. You stand outside, confused as to why you’d be given an apartment address instead of the studio or something of the like. Checking the address in case you made a mistake, it turns out that this was the place, an unsuspecting apartment building. You step inside and look around, noticing a woman standing behind a counter. You approach her and ask if you're in the right place. 

“Excuse me; I got a call and text to be here to get a prize?” You say as you pull up the message on your phone and show it to the woman. 

“You must be the person I was told about. Let me lead you to your room.” The woman stands from behind her desk and leads to one of the elevators. As you step inside, she presses the button for the top floor. “I hope you enjoy yourself, sir. I’ve been told you have a fantastic prize waiting for you inside.” 

Nodding your head, you reply, “I wonder what it is? I haven’t been told anything about it. It could be anything, considering it’s from such a big company.”

Arriving on the top floor, the woman motions for you to get off. You do so and stand in front of a solitary door. The elevator goes down behind you, leaving you alone. Gathering your courage, you knock on the door three times. “Hello?” You hear some muffled scurrying on the other side of the door. The door slowly creaks open enough for a woman’s eye to poke out. She before looking down at something. The woman shuts the door and, in hushed tones, speaks to others in the room. Some movement goes on behind the door before it swings wide open. You’re stunned by the sight before you. Several idols are clad in the same style of lingerie, a short sheer nightgown that leaves little to the imagination. At the door is Eunha in the same lingerie, with a cute smile as she takes your arm and brings you inside. 

“We’ve been waiting for you! Isn’t that right?” Eunha asks the others. 

“Yeah!” They cheer back. You take in the faces here, noticing the big-breasted beauties Eunbi, Swan, and Jihyo first, then Chaeryeong and Yuna, and finally, there was Dayeon. The women's nightgowns suited them well; you do notice, though, that Swan, Jihyo, and Eunbi’s nightgowns seemed to be stretching across their large chests. Their nipples poked through more than the others due to the stretched fabric. The six women before you were lying down on the biggest bed you had ever seen; it comfortably fit them and had room for at least three more people. You continue to stare at the idols before it hits you that you had them listed as some of your favorites. There were a few others that you had written down that you didn’t see. You assume that some might have been busy and couldn’t be here.

You feel a pair of soft breasts squish against your arm; Eunha is holding your arm tightly. “Eunbi, you’re the oldest here. Read the card.” Eunha says, waving her hands at Eunbi. The eldest idol looked around for the card she was supposed to read, lifting the nightgowns of Jihyo and Chaeryeong as she began to look frantically. 

“Just a second; I’m sure it’s here somewhere.” Yuna, Swan, and Dayeon start quietly laughing as Eunbi struggles.

“I think you’re sitting on it, Unnie,” Chaeryeong says. Eunbi raises her hips, and Chaeryeong sneaks her hand under the older woman. “Here it is.” Chaeryeong hands the card to Eunbi. She adjusts her hair, trying to play off her struggle. 

“Welcome, winner! Your special prize for winning the raffle is a day with some of your favorite idols. Some were unable to make it, but from the list given to us, we were able to grant you the women before you who happily accepted. Please enjoy yourself; the fridge in the room is stocked with food and drink should any of you get hungry. Condoms, along with lube and sex toys, can be found in the drawers near the entrance.” Eunbi takes a deep breath after finishing the card's message. “That’s it.” The women look at you after Eunbi finishes reading the card. Eunbi takes notice, looking around the room before telling the women, “We should help him out of his clothes.” Eunha squeezes your arm, bringing your attention to her. She moves you closer to the bed, and the others help you along, bringing you down to the bed. As you lay down, Jihyo starts to undo your belt buckle and pull down your pants while Yuna and Chaeryeong struggle with your shirt. The others surround your body; you’re hard as you think about what they’re going to do to you. The growing bulge in your pants makes Jihyo's job a little harder, but as she leaves you in your underwear, your bulge attracts everyone’s attention. 

The women look at each other, uncertain of who would go first. Dayeon puts her hand on your waistband, an eager smile on her face. Yuna and Swan quickly follow suit. They stare each other down before pulling down your underwear, revealing your member to them all. The room is quiet for a moment before you feel the cool touch of a hand on your shaft. You see Dayeon’s small hand trying to wrap around you as you look down. She takes up position between your legs; the women adjust themselves around you. Your head lays on the soft lap of Eunha while Eunbi sits on her side next to your head. Chaeryeong, Yuna, and Dayeon surround your nether region. Jihyo sits opposite Eunbi while Swan squeezes between Chaeryeong and Jihyo. Eunha runs her hand through your hair while you feel Dayeon’s soft hand move up and down your shaft; her gentle grasp makes you want more. You buck your hips, making the young women laugh. “Someone’s excited.” Jihyo teases. 

Jihyo leans forward, her heavy breasts swaying back and forth gently, and her hands slowly come up to her chest as she pulls down the fabric. Eunha adjusts your head, letting you capture one of Jihyo’s nipples. You suckle on her breast, soft moans escaping her. Eunbi teases you, running the tip of her fingernail along your chest before she circles your nipple. Your cries are muffled as you feel someone take the tip of your cock into their mouth. That was what you believed was happening until you looked down and saw Dayeon, Yuna, and Chaeryeong kissing with your cock stuck in the middle. The pleasure overwhelms you, and you bite Jihyo’s breasts. “Ah! Keep going!” She moans. Swan moves around, laying her head on the side of your chest as she sucks on Jihyo’s other breast. The older woman continues to whine until Eunha’s kiss silences her. 

You focus on the pleasure you’re receiving from Dayeon, Yuna, and Chaeryeong. Their tongues take turns lapping at the head of your cock. Yuna takes quick licks that give you a slight rush. Chaeryeong starts as low as she can, slowly moving her tongue up before flicking the head. You get shivers down your spine when you feel her tongue make that sudden change. Dayeon’s tongue gives you the most pleasure; she extends it far, ensuring she reaches every part of your tip, almost swirling it around your cock. To add to the fun, she speeds up her handjob before slowing back down during the other’s chances. You want more from them; as Dayeon takes her turn, you push her head down just enough for her to take in a little bit more. Chaeryeong and Yuna playfully yell as they see you push Dayeon’s head down. Dayeon’s lips stretch around your shaft; after her initial shock, she takes control. Dayeon bobs her head slowly, ensuring her tongue has the time to swirl around your shaft. She uses one of her hands to cup your balls, gently squeezing them as she focuses on the head. Dayeon looks up to see the pleasure on your face. The pleasure is quickly becoming too much for you. 

“I’m going to cum.” You moan as you throw your head back onto Eunha's lap. Dayeon pushes her head further down, reaching your pelvis. You moan again, shooting your cum down Dayeon's throat. She keeps her eyes on you, watching you writhe around because of her. As you start to finish, she fills her mouth with the sticky substance. Dayeon pulls away from your cock, pressing her lips against the head as she leaves it. She glances at Yuna and Chaeryeong. The two women get under her and press their faces together while Dayeon lets your cum spill from her mouth onto them. Their faces are painted white, each woman trying to get as much as possible. Once Dayeon runs out, Chaeryeong and Yuna start to lap at one another's faces. You're hard again after watching them share your cum. You don't get much of a break, though; Jihyo and Swan replace Dayeon, Yuna, and Chaeryeong. 

"Good to see you have a lot more energy left in you," Jihyo says, running her finger along your shaft. "We thought of something we could do for you." Jihyo eyes Swan, who lets her lingerie straps fall past her shoulders. Swan's large breasts bounce with their newfound freedom; opposite to Jihyo's breasts, Swan's have a large areola. You can't help but lick your lips at the sight of them; Swan catches you and blushes, seeing you lust after her. Your attention returns to Jihyo as she places your cock between her breasts. She gives you a few pumps before letting Swan join in. Squished between two pairs of soft tits, you moan again. Their tits caress your shaft softly, rubbing against you as they move up and down it. Wanting to tease you, both women use their hardened nipples, rubbing them against the head of your cock. You leak more and more precum as they continue their titjob. Jihyo and Swan's chests are soon covered in the stuff, making them slick. The women speed up; the others watch you squirm as you struggle to contain yourself. You continue to moan until Eunbi quiets you with a kiss. She explores your mouth as you fail to stop her. 

Being surrounded by such beautiful women only makes the situation feel like more of a dream. You tilt your head back to see Eunha smiling as she looks down at you. You get the feeling that you shouldn't be the only one getting pleasured and break the kiss with Eunbi, "Eunha, I want to eat you." A slight blush crosses Eunha's face; she moves back, letting your head rest against the bed before moving back and leaving her cunt inches away from your face. "Sit on me, Eunha." 

"But,"

"It’s what he wants, Eunha," Eunbi reminds the younger woman. Eunha lowers herself onto you. You drag your tongue along her slit; you hear her moans, but just barely. Eunha’s thick thighs block out most sound. Your tongue pushes past her folds and goes inside her. Eunha’s body shakes, and she starts to grind on you. It’s hard to focus on your job when you still feel the lonely pair of breasts working your now twitching cock. More weight is added to your body when some idols straddle your legs and arms. You’re sure that Eunbi moved your hand so it rubs against her crotch; you feel her warm wet cunt against your fingers. You slide them across her slit, slowly going back and forth, doing the same to the idol on your other hand. A chorus of moans starts to ring out in the room. Never had you imagined you’d hear the sounds of such unattainable women with your own ears; you input more effort into making them louder. 

At that moment, though, you reach your limit and climax. Shooting ropes of cum out onto the chest of Jihyo and Swan, you hear the others cheer and laugh. There’s no time to rest, though; you continue to eat out Eunha, occasionally moving to flick her clit with your tongue before returning to her slit. Jihyo and Swan move away, and you hear chatter before Eunha rises off you. Eunha scoots back before putting you on her lap again, you see the sweat running down her heaving chest, and her face is bright red. “We’re about to get to the good part,” Eunbi says as she grinds against your hand. “You get to choose who you want to take first.” 

“I get to choose?” 

“Yes, you do,” Eunbi responds, a grin on her face.

“Maybe we should line up for him,” Yuna suggests. “He can see what tight little pussy he wants to fuck first.” You turn your head to your other hand, where Yuna is sat upon. She has a devilish smile on her face as she leans into you. “It’s gotta be nice getting to choose who you want your cock in first, huh?” You gulp, hearing her seductive tone. 

“That’s a good idea!” Chaeryeong shouts from her position of riding your leg. The others quickly come to an agreement. They each back away from you and have you stand at the edge of the bed. They line up facing away from you. You had Swan, Jihyo, Dayeon, Eunha, Eunbi, Yuna, and Chaeryeong from left to right. You lick your lips, watching as each idol does something to attract your attention. Jihyo and Eunbi sway their hips from side to side, bumping into the others, while Chaeryeong and Eunha have the same idea of putting their head on the bed and raising their asses to you. Yuna turns her head to look at you while she spreads her cheeks apart, granting you a better look at her pussy. You struggle to resist Yuna and take up position behind her. She smirks, knowing she’s going to be the first one. Cock in hand, your rub against Yuna’s slit, coating yourself in her juices before pressing against her entrance. You lean over her and take a handful of her breast in your free hand, feeling the soft mound and making her moan as you push your way inside her. Yuna’s lips form an O as she coos. For the first half, you take it slow, letting her cunt get used to your size before eventually ramming the rest inside her. Yuna grimaces, and a grand moan rings out from her; you groan from the sensation of her cunt tightly wrapped around you, refusing to let go. You leave Yuna’s breast, slapping her ass as you start thrusting. Yuna’s tightly wrapped around your cock, making it difficult to pull out but easy to push yourself back in. The others watch as Yuna’s small body lurches forward with each thrust, her moans slowly getting faster and louder. 

Wanting to make sure more of them enjoyed themselves, you slide your hands along to Eunbi and Chaeryeong’s nether regions. Your fingers slip inside of them and go as deep as possible. Their moans soon join Yuna’s as you pleasure the three beautiful women. Eunbi and Chaeryeong push their bodies against you to get more pleasure. You find Chaeryeong’s clit, and attack it, rubbing it quickly and without mercy. Her body shakes and twitches every time you flick it. You take a different approach with Eunbi, teasing her and making her whine as she becomes desperate for more. Your fingers curl and rub against her walls as you drag them out slowly before eventually pushing back into her. 

Yuna gets your attention again as her arms lose strength, and she falls onto the mattress. “I thought you wanted this, Yuna?” You tease her. Yuna’s cunt tightens around you as you tease her. “Don’t you want me to cum in you? I might have to give it to someone else.” 

“No, I want it,” Yuna whines as her cunt tightens again. You feel yourself get close to the edge as your cock twitches inside her. “Give it to me!” She yells as she starts to push her ass against your crotch. 

You hear Eunha and Jihyo laugh at Yuna’s frustration; it encourages you to tease her. “Maybe, I’ll give to Chaeryeong instead. Do you want it, Chaeryeong?”

“P-please,” Chaeryeong moans; her body shakes as you overload her senses and make her reach her climax. She falls to her side, you watch her chest heave, and Chaeryeong rubs her cunt. “I want it, too,” she says softly. 

On the very edge of cumming you slide your fingers out of Eunbi and grab Yuna’s waist. A flurry of wild thrust makes her scream as you fill Yubna’s cunt. On your final thrust, you impale Yuna, making sure she gets every inch as you fill her with your seed; you hold Yuna’s body up, making her look at the others as they stare back at her. Sliding your hand over her body, you pinch her nipples while enjoying the feeling of her cunt squeezing your cock for more cum.

Dayeon is already at your side when you pull out, ready to clean you off. You let her, enjoying how her small mouth felt when wrapped around your shaft earlier. You pat her head, watching as she bobbed her head and used her tongue to clean you off. “Do I get to go next?” She asks when she’s done. 

“Hey, that’s cheating!” Swan yells. “You can’t try to convince him by giving him another blowjob!” Dayeon turns around, ready to argue. You let the subject go as you see Chaeryeong spreading her legs for you. On her back, she has her arms spread out, ready to take you. You crawl to her, aligning yourself with her cunt and thrusting your length in one motion. You hush her with a kiss and feel her body melt into yours as she wraps her arms and legs around you. Like Yuna, Chaeryoeng was tight, but her cunt felt more welcoming as it held you snuggly and caressed every part. You couldn’t help but thrust slowly, enjoying every natural curve and friction of Chaeryeong. You planted your lips on hers, feeling the softness as you explored her mouth. Chaeryeong’s tongue lazed around; she was still weak from her earlier orgasm. Chaeryeon’s legs push you in deeper, resting her head on your shoulder; you turn yours to see the others staring at you. You chuckle as you see Eunbi quietly reprimanding Dayeon and Swan. 

Jihyo crawls her way over to Chaeryeong. “Chae, I think you should be pleasuring your Unnie too.” Bringing Chaeryeong out of her dream-like state, Jihyo separates your upper body from Chaeryeong and sits on the younger woman’s face, grinding on her. Jihyo leans forward and kisses you softly. “You couldn’t imagine how much of a good girl she is to the rest of my members,” Jihyo coos; she kneads her breasts, pulling on her nipples while staring you down. You feel yourself about to drool watching Jihyo ride Chaeryeong while she plays with herself. Jihyo’s eyes are half-lidded as she kisses you again. “I want you to pump my little girl with as much cum as possible. Fill her pussy.” You’re rock hard, hearing Jihyo command you in such a way. You start to thrust quickly, Chaeryeong’s muffled moans growing louder as she eats out Jihyo. Jihyo runs her fingertip along your chest, “After you fill Chae with your baby batter, I want you to do the same to me next.” Jihyo presses her lips against yours. “I’ll be your mommy from now on.” She whispers into your war. 

“Yes, Mommy.” You moan back as you come close to your orgasm. “I’m going to cum.”

“Good, fill Chaeryeong. She wants to feel full.” You give Chaeryeong a few more thrusts, feeling your balls tighten and your cock twitch inside her moments before you unleash a wave of cum. You paint her walls white as in runs into her womb. Jihyo gives you a gentle smile before cupping your cheeks, “You’re such a good boy for Mommy.” She kisses you on the forehead before climbing off Chaeryeong. “Lay down; let Mommy do the work.” She commands. 

You lay down, finally getting some rest. Looking to your side, you see Yuna and Chaeryeong recovering slowly. Turning your head back to Jihyo, she rests on your side, her hand wandering down to your softening cock. “That won’t do, baby. I want you to be really hard.” 

“I’m sorry, Mommy.” 

Jihyo places her finger on your lips, “Hush, I said I would take care of you.” You close your eyes momentarily, enjoying Jihyo’s touch as she strokes your shaft. Another hand soon joins her; Eunbi sits on the other side, her hand under Jihyo as they massage your cock together.

“Jihyo’s not the only mommy here,” Eunbi says with a grin. “We’ll take care of you together.”

Jihyo smiles, “Of course, our baby boy is going to like that isn’t he.” You nod your head, unable to speak from the pleasure. Jihyo moves her hand up to the head of your cock, rubbing it with her thumb in slow circles while Eunbi continues to stroke your shaft. “You had such big balls. You were ready to give us each a creampie, weren’t you?” You nod your head again, loudly moaning as you begin to coat Jihyo’s hand in precum. “Did you see that, Eunbi?”

“I did, Jihyo. Did you want to pump us with so much nice warm cum that we’d bear your children? You wanted to breed your mommies, didn’t you?” Their dirty teasing brought you closer to another orgasm, you hadn’t once thought about breeding them before today, but you couldn’t help but agree with them. Eunbi and Jihyo get by your ears, “Today is a special day, so we’ll let you have the chance. Breed your mommies.” They say in unison. Those words trigger your orgasm, and you cum in Jihyo’s hand. 

She looks surprised before giggling, “Sorry, baby. I got too into teasing you. You’re still hard, though; time for me to enjoy my big bull.” She licks her fingers clean of your cum, staring at you while she does. Jihyo rises and straddles you; Eunbi teases the two of you, rubbing the head of your cock against Jihyo’s slit. “Enough teasing, Eunbi; I think he’s ready.” Eunbi chuckles as she aligns you with Jihyo’s cunt. Slowly sinking down on your cock you watch as Jihyo gasps before smiling at you. “You’re so big.”

Jihyo moves up and down your cock, each time taking more in. A slight bulge on her stomach shows how far along you are inside her. Eunbi slides one hand down her body as she fingers herself. She moves behind Jihyo, snaking her other hand up the younger woman’s body before grabbing her breast. Jihyo rolls her head back and moans as she feels Eunbi squeeze her breast. Jihyo’s pace slows down; she turns her head a kisses Eunbi, their tongues meeting in the middle. You rest your hands along Jihyo’s waist, keeping her from slowing down more and ensuring she takes every inch. Watching Jihyo’s heavy and slick breasts bounce each time she comes crashing down, you lean forward and take one in your mouth. Suckling on her tit, you watch as Jihyo gasps again. Her heavenly moans bouncing off the walls and filling the room. Eunib stops fingering herself and moves her other hand down to Jihyo's clit, softly rubbing it. Jihyo throws her head back. “You’re going to make me cum early. I want to enjoy this a bit longer, Eunbi,” she moans.

Eunbi smiles back at Jihyo, “I want my turn too. He was teasing me earlier.” Jihyo smirks as she starts rocking her hips back and forth, keeping the pleasure going but keeping herself from cumming too soon. You groan, getting their attention again. “Is our baby enjoying fucking his mommy?” 

“Mommy’s pussy feels so good.” You moan; Jihyo slows her rocking, making sure you get to enjoy every part of her cunt. She clenches her muscles, making her grow tighter around you. Jihyo frees herself of Eunbi’s grasp and kisses you. 

“Mommy is enjoying her good boy’s cock.” She moans. “I can’t wait for you to fill me with your cum. Enjoy this pussy while you can.” Jihyo places her hands on your chest and starts bouncing on your cock again. Her breasts hypnotize you as they jump up and down with every movement. You put your hands on them, feeling the soft mounds of flesh with your own hands as you knead them. Jihyo smiles and continues to bounce on you. Soon enough, her smile turns to a grimace; you feel her walls wrap tightly around your cock, signaling she’s close to cumming. A few more bounces, and you hear her groan, “Let’s cum together, baby. Fill me up.” You buck your hips upwards, helping yourself get over the finish line. You shift your hands to Jihyo’s waist and pull her down, burying your cock inside her. “Fuck!” Jihyo moans, throwing her head back as you pump your seed into her womb. She leans down, capturing your lips for the duration of your orgasms, rocking her hips back and forth, trying to milk you for more cum. Once your orgasm ends, Jihyo unmounts you, with cum running down her thighs. She pats your cheek, “You did great, baby.” Jihyo lies down by Yuna and Chaeryeong, watching as Eunbi replaces her. She fingers herself, pushing your cum deeper inside.

Eunbi straddles you next. “Did you enjoy the show, ladies?” She says, looking to the side. You turn to see Swan and Dayeon out of their lingerie, chests rising and sinking quickly. You lower your gaze to see their nether regions completely soaked; they had been fingering themselves while they watched Jihyo and you have sex. “Did you enjoy the show?” 

“I did!” Eunha yells out in her bubbly voice; you glance at her. She’s still wearing her lingerie and looks to have been biding her time and restraining herself from masturbating. 

Eunbi giggles, “Come get a closer look. There’s some more where that came from.” Dayeon, Swan, and Eunha circle you. Eunbi places your cock between her lips and your pelvis. She moves back and forth, adding her nectar to it as she gets you hard again. “My baby must be so sensitive after cumming so much. Do you still have cum for me?”

“Yes, Mommy.” You say in a low groan. Truth be told, you were getting tired. You wanted a bit of a break but were also determined to make each idol cum at least once before giving yourself one and letting them use the toys provided. 

“Aw, poor baby.” Eunbi kisses your cheek, “I’ll make sure to reward you for all your hard work.” Feeling your cock grow hard between her lips, Eunbi readies herself and swallows your cock in one swift motion. “Oh, that’s it. You teased me so much earlier. Teasing my little pussy with your fingers.” Eunbi leans forward, her nipples dragging along your chest, “I’ll make sure to drain you of everything today, baby. It’s your little punishment.” She whispers into your ear right as she raises her hips and drops them back down. Eunbi remains by your head, kissing your neck as she rides you. You guide your hands down her smooth back to her ass, spanking her. Eunbi yelps, “Did you just hit Mommy?”

“I’m sorry, Mommy, you’re just too sexy.” You moan with a smirk. You roll over, forcing Eunbi onto her back. “Don’t worry, Mommy; I’ll make up for teasing you earlier.” Eunbi’s surprised at your sudden forcefulness. You take her legs and rest them on your shoulders. You give them a small kiss and start thrusting into Eunbi, watching as her breasts swing around from your strong thrusts. Eunbi’s pussy welcomed you; much like Chaeryeong, it caressed your shaft and head, nuzzling them with a pleasant tightness that made you moan loudly. “Swan, Dayeon, let’s make Mommy feel good.” Swan and Dayeon smirk, getting on either side of Eunbi; they attach themselves to her tits, sucking on them while their hands wander her body. Eunbi’s loud moans fill the room. The pleasure quickly consumes her as she feels the two younger women gently bite her breasts.

“Ah! You girls… are in so much… trouble,” Eunbi weakly moans. One of your hands goes down to Eunbi’s slit, circling her clit as you thrust. Eunbi whines at the influx of pleasure. Turning your head, you see Jihyo smirking. 

She crawls over to Eunbi, “Eunbi, You haven’t gotten a taste of our baby’s cum yet; let me give you some,” Jihyo places Eunbi’s head between her legs and sits down, forcing Eunbi to eat her out. Eunbi is muffled for now as she eats your cum out of Jihyo. She stares you down while patting Swan and Dayeon’s heads. “You’re going to have to pump me with more of your cum, mister.”

“Of course, Mommy.” You reply. You start to put more force into your thrusts, enjoying the feeling of Eunbi’s walls splitting apart to make room for your cock. Jihyo moans in response, feeling Eunbi moan into her cunt. You feel Eunbi’s walls squeeze down on your cock. You figure she’s nearing her climax as the pleasure continues to mount for her. Swan and Dayeon shoot a glance at you, understanding that Eunbi is nearing her orgasm from both your increased moans. “I’m going to cum.” You groan, leaning forward. You apply more pressure on Eunbi; her legs touch Jihyo’s shoulder. She holds them in place as you stuff Eunbi with your cum. Eunbi’s tightening pussy was too much to handle, and you both cum at the same time. Jihyo quietly cums, too, filling Eunbi’s mouth with her nectar before climbing off. When you pull out, Swan, Dayeon, and Eunha watch as Eunbi’s pussy leaks a river of cum. 

The three remaining women look at each other. Eunha bows out first, saying she’ll go last. Dayeon and Swan look like they’re going to start arguing again when Jihyo grabs their ears and pulls on them. “No arguing or neither of you will get to have sex today. Why don’t you play a game of rock paper scissors?” The two women grumble before eventually playing the game, with Dayeon winning. Dayeon sticks her tongue out, taunting Swan before getting in front of you. 

She presents her ass to you, spreading her cheeks. “I want you to do it here. We’ll have lots of time for you to fill my pussy. I want anal first.”

“Are you sure?” 

“Positive,” Dayeon says, shaking her ass for you. “Be rough with me. Today, I’m your little slut.” You hadn’t expected Dayeon to be like this. In your head, she was more of a pure idol. You shrug your shoulders; you didn’t want to argue with her, especially if she willingly let you do whatever you wanted tonight.

“I hope you don’t regret it.” You reply as you press the head of your cock against her asshole. You push the head in, spreading her apart. Her voice rings out in the room as you stretch her ass apart.

“Fuck, you’re so big.”  Dayeon lays her head on the mattress and bites the bedding, trying to bear the pain. Dayeon’s asshole was tighter than anything you had experienced with the others. You grab her arms and pull on them as you push your hips forward. Dayeon’s pained expression continues as you push deeper into her. Nearly all the way inside, you impale her and thrust the rest in. She howls in pain, following it by saying, “I’m okay, I’m okay. Just give me a little bit of time.” You pull on her arms, raising her upper body. Swan makes her way up to Dayeon and teases her cunt, her way of getting revenge by making Dayeon cum and ruining her turn. Dayeon can barely move, making it difficult for her to resist. You hear some cheers from the side and see the others have recovered and are watching on. You start thrusting, feeling encouraged by the others. Dayeon's tight asshole makes you moan loudly as you split her apart with every thrust. She whines as the pain turns to pleasure, and Swan toys with her. “No, stop it.” She complains helplessly. 

“I don’t want to,” Swan says as she finds Dayeon’s clit. Dayeon roars as Swan flicks her clit; you feel her asshole tighten around you. 

“Swan, keep doing that.” Dayeon turns her head with a look of betrayal.  Swan continuously plays with Dayeon’s clit as you thrust in earnest. You feel her asshole tighten and relax around you in a pattern. “Fuck, your ass is amazing, Dayeon.” You groan. Dayeon seems happy to hear that you enjoy her body and stops resisting Swan’s touch. Your thrust becomes quicker as Dayeon’s anal walls are coated in a layer of cum and the other’s nectar. The slick cavern makes you get closer to your orgasm as you’re now able to thrust with ease. Dayeon inches closer to her orgasm and tries to hold on but can’t. Her asshole tightens once again around you, and her body shakes. You let go of one of  Dayeon’s arms, spanking her for cumming too quickly.

“More, please!” Dayeon yells. You smack her ass again, a loud clap from the contact filling the room. You continue to send your hand crashing into her bottom, making it glow red as you reach your orgasm. Dayeon feels your cock begin to pulse inside her; she tries to squeeze down on it and forces your orgasm. You drive your cock deep into Dayeon and fill her asshole with cum. You rest against Dayeon’s body until there’s a tap on your shoulder. You turn your head to see Yuna with a devious smile. She’s holding a but plug.

“Put this in her when you pull out.” She whispers into your ear. You chuckle and follow along, taking the plug. You pull out slowly, only an inch at a time, thrusting back in before pulling another inch out. Dayeon moans with every movement; when you finally pull out, she coos softly before yelling as you push the anal plug inside her. 

“You’re going to keep that inside you for the rest of the day.” You say as she turns to face you. She looks annoyed, but you remind her she said you could do anything, even though those weren’t her exact words. Dayeon moves to the side, waddling as she rubs her used ass. You notice her adjust herself as she struggles to find a comfortable sitting position. Eventually, she just chooses to lie on her side. 

Swan was the penultimate girl in this first wave. You stare at her large breasts, her big nipples attracting most of your attention. She notices your stare and offers her breasts to you, holding them up. They’re slick with your cum from earlier, now thoroughly rubbed into her skin. You cup one of her large breasts, kissing it gently before latching onto it. Your tongue swirls around her small nub before flicking it. Swan contains her moans for the moment. You push her on her back, remaining attached to her throughout. You rub your cock along her slit, teasing her until you hear her say, “Please, I need you to put it in. I’ve waited for so long.” Her sincere words make you follow along. You push against her cunt, past her nectar-covered lips and inside of her. Swan’s pussy held you the most gently. You unconsciously moaned as you buried yourself inside her. She wraps her arms around you, holding you tightly.

“Please be gentle.” You nod and start moving, slowly pulling out and pushing back in. Swan’s soft moans were worlds apart from Dayeon’s rough screams earlier. Your thrusts eventually pick up the pace, but you make sure to be gentle with Swan. You kiss her occasionally before returning to her breasts, paying them equal attention. You revel in the feeling of Swan’s walls gently clamped around your cock. It was as if she was constantly trying to milk you of your cum. You wouldn’t last too much longer, especially considering how sensitive you were becoming due to the series of orgasms you’ve had.

Luckily for you, it seemed like Swan wouldn’t last much longer either, she squealed with every thrust, and her grip on you was slowly tightening. “Are you going to cum?” You ask her. 

She nods her head, “Sorry, I’m not used to having sex. I mostly masturbate, and your cock feels too good. I feel so full.”  Her voice is wavering, struggling to keep itself together. You look at Swan; her eyes are shut as she tries to hold on. She’s biting her bottom lip. You cup her face and kiss her. Swan’s resolve weakens, and she climaxes. Shed moans into the kiss, her legs wrap around your waist, and her walls clamp down with force on your cock. You let go simultaneously, filling her with your semen. Swan maintains the kiss until she feels your stop pumping her full of cum. You struggle to pull out, your stamina reaching its limit. 

You manage it somehow, rolling over beside Swan, who seems beyond tired as she rests with her eyes closed. Your cock softens as Eunha places her head on your arm. Your favorite idol rested her head on your arm and stared at you. You want to say something but can’t. “I know you’re tired. If you’re too tired, we can stop here and get back to it later.” She says.

“But you’ve waited so long. I want to make you feel good too.” Eunha smiles at you, pinching your cheek.

“I know; I saw your list. I was at the very top, that’s why I waited my turn. If you really want to, I’ll help you get it back up right now.”

“Please, Eunha.” 

“Alright.” Eunha lays her body on yours, trapping your softened cock between her smooth thick thighs. “Are you ready?” You nod your head, and Eunha starts moving her lower body, raising and lowering her hips. With your cock trapped between her thighs, Eunha makes use of them. Her soft flesh strokes your sensitive cock, and you groan.

“Thank you, Eunha.” 

“Thank you,” Eunha responds, kissing you afterward. Her soft lips refuse to leave yours; you feel the passion behind her kiss. Slowly but surely, your cock stiffens and rises between her thighs. “There, all ready,” Eunha says with a smile. “How do you want me?” 

“Anyway,” You respond without a second thought. Even you weren’t sure what you meant. Eunha climbs off you and lays on her back. You kneel before Eunha, staring at her. She blushes and stretches her arms out toward you. Her legs are spread, and she’s ready to accept you. You fall into her embrace; she wraps her arms around you with a warmth you can’t describe.

“I want you to put it in.” Eunha slithers one hand down her body, down the smooth fabric of her nightgown, and to her pussy. She spread her lips for you. “Please, put it in.” You gulp; there’s a sudden pressure to perform hitting you. You align yourself with Eunha’s special place and push yourself inside. She gasps, feeling you push your way inside. You feel connected to Eunha in a different way, and you both moan as you hit your hilt and are fully inside. “You’re in.” Eunha moans. She leans up; you understand what she wants and kiss her. Eunha’s legs slowly wrap around you, gently cradling your body. Her arms rest behind your neck. You stare into her eyes, and she stares back. Eunha gives you a nod, and you start moving. Soft moans escape both of you; your hands rest on Eunha’s thighs, occasionally giving them gentle squeezes as your struggle to hold on. “It’s okay; you can cum.”

“But Eunha-”

She shakes her head, “It’s okay.” You thrust again, pushing your cock deep inside of Eunha and filling her with cum.”Ah, it’s so warm.” You stay hard somehow and continue thrusting past your orgasm, surprising Eunha. “But you just came.”

“I want to make you feel good, too, Eunha.” You keep the same pace as before, giving Eunha soft kisses that she returns. Being incredibly sensitive, your cock twitches inside of Eunha again almost immediately. Knowing that Eunha was okay with it, you cum again. She moans louder, feeling you unload yourself again so quickly. Despite that, you continue thrusting, a pool of warm cum being created as you continue to fill Eunha. Just as much comes spilling out as you put in her. “I’m sorry I can’t perform at my best, Eunha.”

You feel her arms leave your neck before her hands cup your cheeks. “You’re doing more than enough. I’m getting close, just a little bit more.” Eunha leans in for another kiss; you continue your thrusts. Eunha’s cum filled cunt  grows tighter around your cock, and you feel her grip on your face grow stronger. “I’m cumming.” She moans. “I want to cum together.”

You hold your orgasm in, thrusting a little bit quicker. Eunha’s legs are crossed behind your back and pushing you in. “I-I love you, Eunha.” You moan as you climax.

“I love you too!” Eunha cries as she orgasms. The two of you kiss, and your cum floods her womb as you become one. 

When it’s over, and you break the kiss, you hear cheers and teases from the others. “Ooh, look at the lovebirds!” Yuna yells while pointing.

Eunbi and Jihyo clap for you, smug smiles on their faces. “Ya, did you have to confess in front of us?” Chaeryeong has a sincere smile, but the thumbs-up she holds seems a bit sarcastic. Dayeon and Swan don’t pay attention; they remain bickering. 

When you turn your head back to Eunha, you see she’s bright red. “Ahh, I feel so embarrassed! I forgot they were watching!”  She says while covering her face.

You give Eunha a kiss on the forehead. “You’re not the only one. They were so quiet I forgot about them too.” You whisper to her. Eunha peeks through her fingers to see you. “Could you let me go now?” You ask her. 

“Oh, right.” Eunha uncrosses her legs, and you pull out of her. Only now do you all get a full view of the pool surrounding Eunha. Everyone is surprised at the size of the pool.

“So are we going to keep going, or has this turned into a you and Eunha thing?” Yuna asks. You feel a bit embarrassed and look at Eunha. 

“Let’s give him some time to recover, and then we’ll continue!” She shouts. “I’m going to take a shower really quickly.” She announces. 

Eunbi takes control of the situation as Eunha makes her exit with you in tow. “Everyone! Use the toys we have in the meantime!” You and Eunha retreat to the bathroom, where you clean yourselves up and get to talk things through.

[luvyeni]

dom!jeongin with a sub reader that has a hand kink 🤭 i’m thinking best friends at the start or roommates

HANDS; YANG JEONGIN

pairings. roommate!jeongin x fem!reader

wc. 910

warnings. fingering

yes i am jeongin bias with a hand kink, i feel like it just comes with stanning him 🤷🏽‍♀️

jeongin finding out his cute roommate loves his hands.

—

"what's so interesting about my hands, hmm? " he smirked watching your face flush realizing you've been caught. "because you've been staring at them for a while."

such an idiot, how could you get caught staring so hard. "w..what are you talking about? i wasn't staring at your hands." may he would drop it if you deny it.

"yeah? then what did i come into your room for?" you were blanking, you can't even remember what your roommate came in to talk about, your eyes immediately zoned in on his hands the second he sat on your bed.

"don't have a clue in the world do you, only thing you seem to be worried about is my hands?" jeongin teased, your neck was hot. "s..so what." jeongin's eyebrow quirked at you trying to sound so bold. "so what i was staring at them?"

he held his hands up in defense. "im not judging." his hand came down to your calf— only brushing past it, but it still made you flinch, he smiled, he was doing so little, but it had such and affect on you.

"but if you want something, you gotta tell me, i can't read minds."

where you dreaming? was he tricking you? "i..- i guess i was wrong." he let out a big sigh standing up. "you don't have a thing for my hands, im sorry for thinking wrong, i'll leave you to whatever you were doing." he went to turn and leave, only for you to grab his wrist. "n..no, please don't go." he bit back a smirk, turning back around.

"so you do want something?" you played with the bracelet on his wrist, his cock jumped in his sweats as you looked up at him, eyes glassed over. "p..please." he sat back down on the bed.

"look at you, head all empty just by looking at my hands, it's pathetic baby." he grabbed your cheeks squishing them, a moan involuntarily leaving your lips. "tsk... you moaning like a slut isn't gonna get you what you want, what do you want?" his voice was much more demanding, his eyes sharper, sending you into a even deeper headspace. "touch me."

"where?" his hands left your cheeks slowly traveling back down to your neck, his hand wrapping around it, you bit your lip too keep from embarrassing yourself with another moan. "of course you liked being choked." he squeezed a bit. "is this where you want me to touch you?"

you tried to rub your tighs together subtly, but he was well aware of what you were doing, his hands traveling further down to your boobs. "or is it here?" he rubbed his thumb across your nipple, you moaned. "j..jeongin please."

"im not gonna give you what you want unless you tell me." he spoke. "be a good girl and tell me where you )want my hands." you had enough of his teasing, you worked up as much courage as you could, grabbing his wrist, guiding where you desperately needed his beautiful hands. "r..right here."

"good girl." he cupped your heat, you grabbed his wrist. "jesus you're soaked down there." he rubbed your clothed folds. "wow a little touching has you messing up your pretty panties, you really like my hands?" he's met a few girls who liked his hands but not this much.

"i bet you think about them when you're alone in here, hmm? stuffing your pussy with your tiny fingers, wishing they were mines." his hand found his way into your shorts, sliding your panties to the side. "don't you?" he teased his finger at your hole. "y..yes." after hearing the answer he wanted, he pushed one finger into your hole.

"so wet baby, how long have you been like this?" his finger deliciously dragged across your walls, you couldn't help but clench around it. "clenching over just one of them baby, should i add another? or could you cum just from one of them." you moaned, desperately wanted him to add another. "a..another one please." he smiled. "look at you using your words, my good girl." he added another finger, the coldness of his ring hitting your clit sent a shiver down your spine, you moaned out in ecstacy.

"p..please." jeongin's eyes widened. "you want a another one?" you nodded. "jesus love, you really are a slut for my fingers." he slowly pushed a third finger in, you moaned in a combination of pain and pleasure. "s..so full."

"yeah, you like how my finger fills you up?" you nodded, to fucked out to answer, but jeongin wanted to hear you say it, he brought his other hand up to your neck. "use your fucking words." he squeezed down a little bit.

"f..fuck yes, im gonna cum." he rubbed your clit with his thumb. "good girl, you can cum, cum for me love." your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you came on his fingers. "that's it, you feel good princess?" you nodded as you shook around his fingers.

he slowly pulled them out, a string of your essence coating his pretty fingers. "fuck." you moaned as he brought his pretty fingers to his lips, wrapping his lips around them, groaning at the taste of you. "fucking delicious." he bought them to your lips, tapping on them. "suck." you opened your mouth, letting him push them in.

"good girl."

©️LUVYENI

[lemonlover1110]

Baby Steps

Satoru Gojo

[Chapter 27] Gojo's Twenty-Second Birthday

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Pairing: Satoru Gojo x f!Reader

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You don’t give Satoru a response to his proposal. It was mainly a joke, and you’re taken back by it all. Maybe it wasn’t the right call on his part to pull out the ring, when you were so clearly joking. However, the response wasn’t so bad. You simply said that you needed time to think about it.

You haven’t even told him that you love him (even though you know you do, you just haven’t found the courage to tell him), so maybe marriage is a big step. You blame yourself for the joke though. You can say that you agreed to be his girlfriend. But you’ll be pondering on the marriage proposal. He makes sure to not take it to heart, at least you wake up with his arm wrapped around you.

You don’t want to get up so early but you hear your baby crying and Satoru seems to be knocked out. You get his arm off you and get up to get Seiji out of his crib. 

To start off your day with your baby, you feed him, you change his diaper, before you go back to your bedroom to wake up Satoru. It doesn’t take too much effort to get to wake up, when he sits up, he rubs his eyes as he gets adjusted to the light. He sees a stinky drooling baby being held up by his mother, and a smile comes to his face. That’s his stinky drooling baby.

“Will you take him while I start getting ready for the day?” You ask him, and he doesn’t waste a minute taking Seiji from your hands. He stands up and walks to Seiji’s nursery while you go to the bathroom that’s attached to your room.

While you take a quick shower, you feel as if you’re forgetting something, but you can’t quite put your finger on it. You hear yelling when you’re out of the bathroom, Satoru telling Tsumiki and Megumi that it’s way too early to argue. It makes you laugh.

You grab your phone from your nightstand and check the date. And it hits you. You put on the cutest outfit that you can find and then run to Satoru who’s in the kitchen. He has Seiji strapped to his chest, which doesn’t really surprise you since it’s a common sight. You kiss his exposed shoulder when you walk past him in the kitchen and you tell him, “Happy birthday, Satoru. I love you.”

“What did you say?” His eyes widen as he turns to look at you. There’s a smirk on your face and you try to hide it from him. He walks over to you, to try and hug you but it doesn’t quite work out because it ends up with Seiji getting squished. So instead he leans down and tries to kiss you, but you put your hand over his mouth.

“Did you brush your teeth?” You ask and he nods his head. You then peck his lips. You look down at Seiji who is looking down, drool falling from his mouth before he puts his fingers between his gums.

“I love you too.” He responds, and you both stare at each other for a moment; and you feel your heart skip a beat. You smile at each other before you tell him,

“Go clean up Seiji, baby boy is making a mess.” You inform Satoru who hums in response. 

“And put on a shirt while you’re at it!” Megumi yells from the living room, causing you to laugh.

-

You do grocery shopping with Seiji and the kids when Satoru is called into work. He leaves his card and you make a list of everything you need. Your most important item on the list is a cake, and some candles. Apart from that, you don’t really care about your list.

Megumi fills up the cart with junk food, and you don’t have the heart to tell him no. It isn’t smart considering you’re supposed to discipline him and whatnot, but you really don’t mind getting whatever food he wants, even if it’s extremely sugary and unhealthy.

“Which cake do you think Satoru would like?” You ask, looking over all the delicious cakes. Tsumiki is staring at the one with strawberries on the top while Megumi’s mouth salivates at a chocolate cake. They point at the cakes they want, and you end up picking neither of them. And while picking out a cake, you get excited as you think about how you’ll come back here to buy one for Seiji– Who is currently sucking his hand. You scrunch up your nose slightly disgusted, before you put the pacifier in his mouth.

One thing that you’ve noticed is that a lot of people will suddenly approach you to look at Seiji. Worst of all is that they think they can put your hands on your baby, and you’ve lost count of all the old ladies that you’ve had to stop from touching your baby. You wonder what Satoru does when he takes Seiji out grocery shopping. You love watching Tsumiki be overprotective, trying to tell the older women to leave Seiji alone– Same thing with Megumi, but Megumi is meaner about it, straight up saying, “Don’t put your filthy hands on Seiji.”

When you get home, you give Seiji a bath before you put him down for a nap. You begin to set up the place to surprise Satoru, which you aren’t having too much fun with when you’re blowing up balloons. You’re not sure if Satoru will even appreciate this, and you’re frankly not so sure that you’re doing a great job. Tsumiki tries to help you out as well, and you two try your best to make the place look presentable.

You have a banner that says happy birthday, and some balloons taped together. It’s nothing too fancy or impressive, but you hope it’s good enough for Satoru. You patiently wait for the man to show up, while you sit back on the couch and relax, which is an activity that you rarely do.

Something that you absolutely hate about Satoru is how quiet he can be. When he puts his hands on your shoulders, you jump in your seat. You look up to find him looking down at you. There’s a smile on his lips, and you so badly want to smile back at him but you can’t. Your heart is racing after the scare. 

“Do you like the decorations?” You ask him, and he takes a look around. He hums in response. 

“Did you do all of this?” He replies.

“No, Seiji did.” You joke, and you’re not able to contain your laughter. He laughs as well. He takes a seat beside you on the couch, and he throws his arm over you, making you lean your head on his shoulder, “Tsumiki helped me. I know it’s not all that great but we tried our best.”

“I love it.” He tells you, pressing a kiss on the top of your head. “And you’re the sweetest for doing this. Thank you.”

“I’m glad you like it.” You respond. You enjoy the moment, appreciating the rare silence that occurs. You know it’ll be interrupted in a second, eventually Tsumiki will yell at Megumi because she finds a beheaded doll, or Megumi simply arguing with Tsumiki.

You enjoy each other’s presence, simply listening to each other's breathing. Until the fighting starts, and Satoru chuckles. He kisses the top of your head, “Where’s my baby boy?”

“He’s taking a nap.” You inform him. 

“You two better shut up before you wake the baby!” Satoru yells, which is ironic. After Satoru yells, Seiji begins to cry, and he curses himself before getting up from the couch and walking to the nursery to pick up his son.

You stand up and follow, leaning on the doorframe and watching as Satoru picks up baby Seiji from his crib. Seeing his father soothes the baby, and it brings the biggest smile to Satoru’s lips. Satoru kisses Seiji’s forehead, and he mutters, “You’re my greatest gift, Seiji.”

There’s a smile on your lips as this immense happiness consumes you. He’s the perfect man for you, the man that you want to wake up next to every single day of your life. You have no idea why it takes this moment to realize it.

Before he can notice you (at least you think he doesn’t notice you), you walk to the kitchen and look around for the ring that Satoru left. He claimed that if you wanted to put it on, you could simply grab it. And that’s what you do, pick up the ring and put it on your left ring finger.

“You want some mashed bananas, Seiji?” You hear as Satoru walks out of the nursery. You never really pictured him to be this kind of father, but he loves putting on a baby voice when he talks to his baby boy. Satoru is simply the sweetest and the most attentive father. Satoru puts Seiji in his highchair. “We have bananas, right? Don’t want him waiting for nothing.”

“We do have bananas.” You tell him, looking for one and handing it to him. That’s when light hits the ring, and reflects. A big smile comes to his lips when he notices it, and he freezes in his spot.

“Are you serious?” He asks, and you nod, returning the smile. His arms wrap around you and his lips go down to meet yours. He pulls away when he hears Seiji coo. “You want to be my wife?”

“I do.” You respond. You can’t help but look into each other’s eyes for a minute, until Seiji makes a whiny noise. “Mash the banana and give it to him before baby boy has a heart attack.”

“I will.” He nods, and he does as you tell him. You walk over to Seiji and give him the attention he wants, putting your palms over your face and then removing them. Peek-a-boo always works with him, causing him to burst into laughter. You manage to entertain him until Satoru puts the small plate on Seiji’s high chair. Satoru begins to feed the baby, and you just watch– While you’re usually sitting down to appreciate the small break, you can’t help but watch.

It’s not ideal, but you’re glad this is your life.

-

Singing happy birthday to Satoru is a rather awkward experience. Tsumiki is enthusiastic, Megumi is not so much, and you’re the balance between them. Satoru isn’t all that focused on that either way, he’s trying to clap his baby’s hands. Seiji sits on his lap, looking up at his father and then at the cake that’s in front of him with two candles lit up. 

When he blows out his candles, Satoru can confidently say this is the best birthday he’s ever had. He watches you as your finger picks up some frosting, and he has to turn off his infinity so you can put it on the tip of his nose. He laughs, tilting his head, “Really?”

“Do we get cake now?” Tsumiki asks, and you nod in response. You stand up to get the knife to cut the cake, and plates to serve them. Megumi claims that he won’t be eating because it wasn’t the cake he picked out, and the one that you got simply looks too sweet. 

“Are you sure you don’t want some, Megumi? You have to eat for Seiji since he won’t be eating any.” You comment, and he nods in response. He stands firm by his answer– In other words, he’s stubborn. Even when his eyes sparkle and his mouth salivates at the sight of the cake. 

“Can Seiji suck on the strawberry?” Satoru asks, grabbing one of the strawberries that decorates the cake.

“If you mush it up.” You respond, cutting a slice of the cake and putting it on a plate before giving it to Tsumiki. Satoru stands up, holding Seiji with one arm.

“Next year you better sing along with them, Seiji.” Satoru says, kissing the top of his baby’s head.

He’s sure that every passing year his birthday will get better and better.