#but instead i accidentally fall asleep and then wake up and do more stuff

[kuiinncedes]

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[sainns]

IMPATIENT.

𝓢.ㅤ he had everything planned out but how's he supposed to wait when it comes to you?

PSHㅤ୨୧ ⠀ femreader⠀ . . .ㅤ fluff, established relationship, sunghoon pov, awkward ending oops idk how to end stuff, this is a repost cos i accidentally deleted it a while agoㅤ1147 words

sunghoon often gets overwhelmed by his feelings for you. sometimes the love he feels gets to be so intense that he doesn't know what to do, losing the ability to think rationally about anything that has to do with you.

he knew right away that he wanted to be the one to marry you but he held back for the four years and eight months that you dated, waiting until you talked about marriage first. you'd brought it up to him one morning, a simple conversation. one he replayed for weeks.

during those weeks he planned everything; his proposal. he bought a ring, bought tickets to paris (jake's idea—city of love and all that), booked a really nice hotel, and he had a whole itinerary for the day he planned on proposing. he's pretty sure he's going to be in debt for the rest of his life because of these expenses but it's worth it.

when he brought up the trip to you he simply played it off as something for your five year anniversary, it was close enough to the date so you didn't think much of it. five years was a long time so why wouldn't you do something special?

so on thursday morning, you rush to the airport because someone (sunghoon) didn't want to leave your embrace yet. thankfully, you made it on time, sunghoon holding tightly onto your hand to make sure he doesn't lose you in the crowd.

it takes fourteen hours to get from seoul to paris and another hour to drive to the hotel. the flight was.. okay. as good as a flight can be but god was it tiring, you don't think you and sunghoon have ever been as happy as you were to see a bed until tonight.

the next day you take it easy, spending most of it inside your hotel room, briefly stepping out to get dinner at some restaurant nearby. you're walking back, hands swinging back and forth slightly.

"what're we doing tomorrow?"

sunghoon hums, "it's a surprise,"

you knock your shoulder against his, "can i have a hint?"

"nope,"

you groan, throwing your head back while sunghoon smiles fondly at you. he loves you, he knows that. today, though, it feels like it's bigger than love. a lot bigger. you haven't even done anything significant today; it was practically just a regular day. okay, other than the fact that you were at a hotel in paris, but he ignores that part.

honestly, he isn't sure if there's a word deep enough to describe how he feels for you. it feels like he's drowning, sinking deeper and deeper every second that he spends with you and he's okay with that. more than okay; he's happy.

he wants to make you happy, too. he wants to spend the rest of his life seeing your smile and your laugh. he feels a slight wave of anxiety wash over him—what if he messes everything up? what if his proposal turns out to be awful?

he sighs, shaking those thoughts out of his head, instead focusing on you whine about how you need him to tell you what the surprise is. he just laughs at you, pulling out the key to the hotel room.

"i'll tell you tomorrow when we wake up, okay?"

"or now," you smile up at him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. his hands instinctively go to your waist.

"i can't, baby,"

"i'm gonna stay up all night thinking about this,"

he leans down, placing a kiss on the crown of your head, "yeah, i'm sure you will,"

you don't stay up all night. in fact, you fall asleep almost right away, probably still exhausted from yesterday's flight. sunghoon wishes he could fall asleep as easily as you, but he can't. not when he's proposing to you tomorrow. the presence of the ring hidden inside his suitcase is too suffocating, it's like he can feel it in his hands already.

he pulls you closer to his chest, pressing his cheek against the top of your head. he really hopes that tomorrow will be your last day as simply boyfriend and girlfriend.

he falls asleep after you but he wakes up before you. he's glad that he did because it gives him the opportunity to stare at you. he likes when he wakes up before you; it gives him the chance to see you at your most peaceful, when all the stress from your life is missing.

he shifts, cupping your cheek with his hand, rubbing small circles against your skin. he stares at you for a few seconds longer before leaning forward to place a kiss on your forehead.

"g'morning,"

he smiles against your skin, "morning, baby. did i wake you up? i'm sorry,"

you groan, pulling away from him so that you can rub your eyes, "no, i was already awake,"

he hums and you sit up, stretching your arms out.

"i didn't forget about the surprise, by the way," you glance towards him, "tell me, pretty please,"

he's quiet when he speaks, licking his lips, "i love you,"

"i know you do. i love you too. is that your surprise?" you lay back down, the two of you facing each other.

"will you marry me?"

he doesn't think before asking you. it forces its way out of his mouth, not giving him any choice in the matter. at first he doesn't care, but soon you can practically see him go though all five stages of grief.

"wait, wait, wait," he presses his hand over you mouth when you begin to speak, "don't say anything. i—god, let me ask you for real. i want it to be special, not something i say randomly,"

you listen to him patiently, waiting for him to stop before pulling his hand away from your mouth, "that was special, silly,"

he gives you a dirty look, "uh, no. i don't think me proposing to you in a hotel bed is special,"

"i think so. it's like.. you really couldn't wait to ask me,"

"i couldn't wait,"

"and i can't wait to answer you,"

he stares at you, taking in your expression. you're smiling at him, a soft smile that he hasn't seen from you before. it's different than all your other smiles, he doesn't know why. this one feels like you can understand the feeling that he has for you; something way beyond love.

"will you marry me?"

you giggle, a grin breaking out onto your face, "can i answer this time?"

he nods.

"mhm, i'll marry you,"

"thank you,"

"you don't have to thank me,"

he smiles, "yeah, i do. thank you for letting me into your life all those years ago and thank you for letting me stay in it," he leans forward, pressing his lips against yours, "i love you more than love."

note. idk why i deleted this hello ... i think i hated it that's why LMAOOO

[demont0es]

Realized I never actually drew a reference for teenage Michael

More sketches and information about my Insomniac AU below cut ^^

right now, insomniac’s story basically goes like this:

After the pizza plex fell at the end of security breach and destroyed all of the animatronics (yes, Freddy too), the saturated dark remnant that was stored in the blob and most of the glam rocks managed to seep out of their animatronic prisons. In the now ruined pizza plex, there is only one source of normal remnant remaining, tied to Michael’s soul. Dark remnant naturally attracts to pure remnant and the large influx of energy caused something to go wrong all into the pit style but instead of it being a time travelling ball pit it just sends Mike’s soul back in time.

Michael would wake up back as his old self from 1983, remembering everything that happened/will happen. He tries his hardest to avoid everything that happened from happening now and keep everyone who died alive. Unfortunately, at night the parts of the dark remnant that was from the blob/afton/mimic(?) are able to take control after Michael thinks he falls asleep. So as Michael tries to fix everything in the day, his “Insomniac” version tries to help this timeline’s Afton, causing more missing childrens incidents to draw attention away from William and his experimentation with remnant and stuff (in this AU, Liz dies first which causes William to kill Charlie and accidentally discover remnant instead of him discovering it later on with the MCI kids or whatever.) At some point after insomniac Mike would reach out to work directly with William so he didn’t accidentally do anything that might mess up this plan, he’d either find or be given an illusion disk that he’d use as a disguise at night to become Insomniac Foxy.

throughout all of this Michael would have no idea that this is happening, only that he feels extremely tired even after falling asleep. He’ll probably only realize what’s happening when the other bullies start getting affected and address him about it directly.

The rest are just silly sketches I drew of Michael ^^

my friend suggested something like how cats eyes are reflective at night and look like they’re glowing for Michael’s design and I tried to show that here but I don’t think it was successful 💀

[makos-hotbox]

can i req more ghost x reader x konig poly relationship stuff ?? i loved ur other hc list sm <33

LARGE FONT VER.

| extra info :: I decided to make the reader a k9 handler because I had a req for that but I lost it so I hope this is good! It’s also very scattered I’m sorry- |

… 𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐖

`⌁ ◜ 𝐰𝐞’𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬, 𝐰𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬. ◞

You already had scary dog privileges before with your actual dog. But after you got into a relationship with both Ghost and König, two more scary dogs were added.

When Ghost first met Shadow, you were a bit nervous on how both of them would react. You were worried that Ghost’s mask would spook the dog, but thankfully, it wasn’t that bad. The two of them were able to get used to each other really quickly.

But when it came to König, they got along immediately. He loves animals and it made him super excited when your dog took a liking to him. König loves to spoil him when he comes to your room and sees Shadow laying around. The two of them are adorable when they play around.

Sometimes the two of them stop by the K9 area to watch the two of you train. Watching from afar as you run Shadow through his different commands or test him on his searching skills. Usually, they wait for you to finish so they can walk with you next. Taking you to wherever you’re going next or just going on a stroll.

When you take Shadow out to go play, König and Ghost love to tag along. König will run around with the dog like crazy, it’s hilarious watching that 6’10 man sprint from that dog. Ghost prefers to stay back with you and just throw Shadow’s toys around for him instead.

Now back to some other normal relationship hcs-

König loves to cook for you and Ghost. Ghost isn’t really allowed to cook that much, since he usually burns the food accidentally. So König likes to take up that job when you guys are home. His favorite thing to make is breakfast for you in the mornings, breakfast in bed is a must for him.

The three of you have movie nights on the couch every time you guys are off. Ghost usually takes care of the snacks, running to the store for anything you and König would want. While you and König take care of picking the movies and grabbing blankets and pillows to get you all comfortable.

The three of you will lay piled up on the couch all night, König and Ghost on either side of you. You will switch from leaning against König’s chest and resting your legs over Ghost’s lap, and vice versa.

More than half of the time, you all fall asleep there and wake up aching in the morning form being crunched up on a tiny couch. Ghost laying with his head on your stomach with his arms wrapped tight around you. As you used König as a mattress, the German man was still sleeping soundly without issue.

If needed, König and Ghost will babysit Shadow for you. Even if they get a bit nervous that they will mess up somehow. König gets worried that he isn't feeding him enough and Ghost sometimes thinks Shadow suddenly hates him. You have to just explain that Shadow gets upset when you leave, he doesn’t want to be left with his parent’s boyfriends! He wants to be with his parent!

Ghost loves to spend quality time with you and König. Sitting with you as you binge watch tv or interest yourself in your hobbies. He doesn't mind sitting and doing nothing, as long as he's with you. Will love to have small conversations with you about the simplest of things.

If he's hanging out with König, the two of them will probably work out or even train together. You can join them too if you would like, but that’s what they're doing 75% of the time. If they're not doing that, they're probably playing some sort of video game on the couch together. Cursing under their breaths as they get frustrated and shit talking about other players with each other.

Every once in a while, you and König will have random bursts of idiocy with each other. Becoming absolute dorks and annoying the shit out of Ghost is your favorite pastime with him. Filled with giggles and jokes as Ghost curses the both of you as he tries to shove both of you in bed to sleep. He has to admit he sometimes feels like a mother when he has to care for the both of you.

König and Ghost love to spoil you and almost can never say no to your wants. Easily being able to convince the both of them to do little favors or go with you somewhere. Ghost is usually the one to go with you places.König doesn't like to go because of his anxiety so the Brit does it instead. Accompanying you to the store or the drive through of a restaurant. König however makes up for it by buying you gifts or things he notices you want. If the three of you are at the store and he catches you eyeing something, he will buy it. Either secretly or right in front of you, ignoring you tell him that he doesn’t have to.

Overall, being in a relationship with these two is very stable and protected. They're not too much for you and always love to put you first. They don’t want to see you upset or hurt so they try and make it the best for you. Showering you with love and tons of quality time with each other when you all can.

The sun had set long ago, Ghost and König still waiting for you to get home. You had recently just come home from a mission, Shadow and you had been doing some heavy work raiding a house filled with narcotics. Your boyfriends were sitting at home hoping you would come back safe. The two large military men sat in front of the tv on the couch, gaming controllers in hand. They were enjoying themselves and their games, completely engrossed in the tv to distract themselves as they waited.

König cursed under his breath as he missed a shot, causing him to get killed. Ghost immediately got revenge and killed that person for König, cursing him out as well, just louder. Once the game had ended, König leaned back and checked the time on his phone, realizing how late it was getting. “When did Y/n say they would be back again?”

“No idea but it should be soon, it couldn't have been that long since they got released.” Ghost replied, starting up a new game, single player since König was taking a break. The German man stayed silent as he awaited your arrival, he missed you a shit ton and honestly just wanted to have you in his arms again. As Ghost leaned forward to start the new round, the front door swung open a black blur sprinting into the living room.

Before he could react, Ghost was tackled by the blur. A surprised yell coming from him, fighting off the attack enough to realize that it wasn’t a monstrous blur, it was Shadow, your K9. “Shadow! You son of a- down!” Ghost yelled over his own laughs, pushing the large dog off of him. König was laughing as well, but he managed to escape in time to go and find you by the door. Placing your bag down, you spotted your tall boyfriend and threw yourself into his arms. König squeezing you in a tight hug, placing a quick kiss on your head as well. “Welcome home mein Schatz…” He smiled, leading you into the living room where Ghost was barely beginning to get Shadow to calm down.

Seeing König, the dog immediately bolted to him next. The man greeted the excited animal eagerly, crouching onto the floor to rub Shadow’s belly. Now that he was free, Ghost got up from the couch to welcome you home finally. Pulling you into a strong hug, he buried his face into your shoulder. Ghost didn’t want to let go, he missed you too much. But you still had to unpack and you really wanted to shower so you tried to pry yourself away.

“Awh come on.. I missed you.” Ghost grumbled, but paused as you leaned in to give him a kiss. Causing Shadow to start barking at the man, sending all three of you into laughter. “After all this time I have been with you two and he still gets jealous when I kiss you guys?”

Ghost sighed and let you go as you babied your dog, “I think he just secretly hates me. I knew he didn't like me from the beginning.” He scoffed and squared up with Shadow again as he suddenly barked at Ghost. The two of them going at it again, Shadow sprinting through the house as he played with Ghost and König.

REQUESTS :: OPEN

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[billlydear]

MIDNIGHT MUNCHIES - BILLY HARGROVE X READER (18+)

word count: 1965 // masterlist | inbox (please request ! ) | WIP list

summary: you're well accustomed to billy's smoking habits and his subsequent eating habits.

Contents/Warnings: afab!reader, smut (18+), cunnilingus, almost-somnophilia (discussed beforehand and consensual; basically she's given him permission beforehand to eat her out while she sleeps she just woke up before he could), weed smoking, accidental cigarette burns, mentions of being high

A/N: do you like how I got so busy with schoolwork that i had to drop off the face of this app and then when i finally came back i chose to write freehand instead of touching the requests in my inbox... me either <3 this is the start of my summer break, though, so i hope to get out a lot of content for you guys!!

reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated! your feedback motivates me to write more, so thank you for your support :-)

Billy's an experienced smoker. He's building up an impressive tolerance to the stuff, but he gets his fix, and it makes his hands a little uncoordinated as he pries at the button on your shorts.

You'd meant to change before falling asleep in his bed, but for every puff he took of his joint, your eyes drooped lower and lower, until you finally fell asleep slumped back against his pillows.

You wake to his frustrated grunt, as well as the sting of something hot at your thigh. You hiss, leg tensing as you peer through the dim room at him, "Billy? Can I help you?"

"Can't get your fucking shorts off," He grunts, and you watch as the lit end of his joint tilts to your flesh again, leaving a burning ring in its wake. The second time you jolt away from it he realizes what's going on, yanking the blunt away from your skin.

"Shit," He ducks his head down to kiss the ash-covered red mark on your thigh, "Sorry, babe."

"I was sleeping," You whine, voice still thick with the stuff, "Can't you eat a bag of chips or something?"

"No," Billy mocks your pitiful tone, burying his face into your thigh and dotting kisses to the skin there, "You taste better."

Finally his fingers manage to pry the button hole of your shorts over the metal circle, and he rips your zipper down with enthusiasm you're not sure how his weed-riddled body possesses.

"You can sleep if you want to," He offers, but with the press of his slightly stubbly cheeks against your soft, raw inner thighs, you know you won't be able to.

"Oh-" Your thighs tense as Billy's lips press in a prim kiss to your slit, "Just- just go, Billy, I- I don't wanna sleep anymore!"

"Knew it," He chuckles, eyes hazy as he parts his lips, licking a thin, wet stripe just along the slit of your cunt, "I'll make it worth your time, angel. Just relax."

You unclench your thighs, and he nestles more comfortably between them. His large hands are thrown over your hips now, splayed wide under your ass as he tucks your thighs beneath his arms, locking you in place.

He's just barely keeping his joint from igniting the blanket with the way it's tucked between his fingers, because now most of his attention is on the pliant, fleshy globes of your ass. You reach down to take it from him just in case, and he hums in approval, nestling his face into your slit so that the sound vibrates through you.

"Billy!" You gasp, hips attempting to jerk upwards even though they're stopped by his strong grip, "C'mon, please- please just do something!"

"You smell so fucking good," He groans, pointedly ignoring your pleas. He seems to be burrowing into you instead of indulging himself, and you're sure you're slick enough now to wet his nose if he keeps pressing it into your cunt.

"Billy," You pant, reaching down with the hand that isn't holding his blunt. You grab hold of his curls, tugging hard, "Do something!"

He bites you. He sinks his teeth into the oversensitive, thin skin that creases your thigh and your cunt, nipping roughly at it as a searing pain erupts from the bite. You cry out, hand falling from his hair and joint nearly slipping out of your grip.

"Ow!" You cry, but your stomach kicks back up with butterflies as he drags his tongue over the bite mark in a long, wet, thick, soothing stripe, "Ah, Billy, that- that hurt!"

"Don't order me around," He drawls, tongue back in his mouth as he presses his nose into the stinging bite mark, "I'll eat you out when I eat you out."

And, of course, eat you out he does. You should have known his dramatics were only that, the snap of his teeth were a show of authority, not of reluctance. He indulges in the wet smear of slick that's threatening to seep out from between the lips of your warm cunt, finally sticking his tongue out to slide between them in a stroke that only makes you wetter.

You're in the middle of taking a drag from his blunt when he finally makes his move, and you nearly bite the thing in half. You choke on the smoke, chest stuttering and lungs heaving to get oxygen back when it seems there's none left. Billy's hungry tonight, the more weed he smokes, the more intense his cravings are, and tonight he seems to be out of his mind.

Once he starts, he can't stop. He dives in, jaw nearly unhinged as he tries fitting it around your entire cunt. His tongue is messy and eager as it laps through your folds, licking up wetness that gushes out of you due to his ministrations. You can feel him trying to control himself, trying to drag his tongue through your cunt in methodical swirls, but eventually his rational brain loses out, and instinct takes over.

He laps at your cunt wet and messy, dragging his tongue in a slimy trail up from just above your ass to the hood of your clit. He pays special interest to the sensitive bud, lips sealing around it as he sucks and licks at you. His hands, still kneading greedily at your ass, change targets as he flicks his tongue over your clit one last time. He pries your thighs even further apart, like there's more of your cunt that you're hiding from him. He doesn't find any, of course, but he takes what he can get, groaning as he dives his tongue back into your pussy.

He's more than vocal, his hot breath coming in pants that signal he's getting out of breath. How he's managed to suffocate himself in your cunt, you have no clue, but you like how desperate it makes him.

He's making out with your pussy so well that you feel an orgasm already creeping up on you, brought on by the haziness of your former sleep and by how many grunts and groans he's pumping into you. He eats like he hasn't in years, like he doesn't get high and ravage you every night.

"Billy," You whimper, the bump of his nose against your clit ramping up the flow of pleasure below your stomach, "Billy I- I might- I think I'm gonna cum soon!"

"Do it," He pants, burrowing his face impossibly further into your cunt, practically sucking your orgasm out of you, "Go, baby, cum on my tongue. Give it to me, 'wanna- nngh," His voice tampers out into a gruff groan as your cunt begins to clench around his tongue, "Wanna taste you."

"Come on," He coaxes, purring into your cunt and egging on your impending release, "Come on, angel, lemme have it."

"I'm- I'm gonna cum!" You insist, reaching down with your free hand to lock them in his curls once more. This time, however, he doesn't reprimand you for your tugging, and you relish having something steady to hold on to as Billy licks your orgasm out of you.

The second you spasm around him, the moment your thighs start to shake and clench around Billy's head, he's letting a steady flow of moans seep into your pussy. It only makes things more intense, and as pleasure bleeds through your veins, Billy sucks it out of you.

"Fuck yeah," He groans, gruff and ragged into your cunt. He's panting, chest heaving as he devours you, "More, baby, c'mon, keep going."

His thick, rough thumb comes up to rub your clit, pressured circles around and around the bud that nearly make you black out. Billy's nothing if not an intense lover, and you think he may be trying to crawl inside of your cunt to suck you dry from the inside the way that he's mashing his face into you.

"Okay," You pant, heaving and shaky as you come down from your high. Billy's not easing up, tongue still laving through your pussy like there's more to take.

"Okay, Billy, okay!" You yelp, flinching in sensitive shock when he tries suckling desperately at your clit again. It's all too much, you're afraid you might pass out if he keeps going, not that you wouldn't have a good time.

"More," He groans, chasing you up the bed when you scramble into a sitting position and back against the headboard. He crawls onto the bed after you, already prying at your knees that you've bent together.

"Please, babe," He begs, voice thick with rasp, "Please, 'just want a little more, I- I'll go slow or something, I promise."

"I can't," You pant, gripping his cheeks and tugging him into a kiss instead. He's happy for the substitute, and you taste your own release on his tongue as he resumes licking sloppily into you.

"Here," You have to pry him away from your face, his lips chasing after yours, spit trailing down his glistening chin. You hand over his blunt, and he takes it from you eagerly to fill his lungs with smoke.

"More," He insists, keeping the joint held between his two fingers as he reaches for your face this time, leading another kiss. He steals the breath from your lungs, replacing it with thick smoke that makes your eyes water. He's too busy sucking your tongue to notice, his own trailing along its underside and sending shivers down your spine.

The squelching sound that accompanies his kiss is almost more filthy than how it had sounded when he was eating you out, and though your cunt is still on fire, you feel something building below your belly again.

He's making the same sounds into your mouth as he was into your cunt, grunting and groaning and huffing and panting as he devours you. It's only when he's nearly blue in the face does he let up, breaking away to pant open-mouthed against the corner of your lips. He knocks his forehead against your temple, lips mouthing lazily at your jaw while he catches his breath.

"Jesus, Billy." You breathe, lungs now empty of both smoke and oxygen as you heave, "You're- oh," He presses a wet kiss to your jaw, "You're really going tonight."

"I'm hungry," He drawls, voice lazy and gruff with both exhaustion and smoke, "But I'm-" He breaks off to yawn, nose scrunching, "-Tired, too."

"I can tell," You laugh weakly, no power in you to do so heartier, "Come on, baby, put out the light and let's go to sleep."

"Mhm," He groans, snuffing out his blunt and stashing it god knows where, too lazy to do anything with it, "You gotta- you gotta pee or something."

"Yeah,' I'll pee," You promise him, slightly touched that even smoked out of his mind, he's concerned for your post-orgasm hygiene. You excuse yourself while he wrestles with the blankets on the bed, and when you get back, he's snoring against his- no, your pillow.

"Billy," You scoff fondly, slipping a hand under his head to try and scoot it off of your pillow. He's limp now, and you're easily able to reroute him to his own side of the bed. When you slide in beside him the bed dips, and he rolls with the incline, body heavy with sleep as it presses against you.

"C'mere," You scoff, wiping away drool that's beading at the corner of his mouth as he snores, "Goodnight, Billy, love you."

You know he can't hear you, you know he won't say it back. But it feels wrong sleeping without saying it, so you nestle into him under the covers, and when you press a kiss to his throat, you feel his heart beat.

You know he loves you, too.

[captainnameless]

“there’s a scenario where Daniel’s certain he breaks the record of most time outs dished out in a day “

I was re reading your little minifics and saw this about daniel, lando, oscar and max and was wondering if you still had any thoughts about that scenario lol🧡

had to go look up that ask lol cause i do way too many mini fics to remember them all but this one right? a fave for sure. now what if they gave him a run for his sanity 🤭

it probably starts when Daniel tells Max to start putting some of his more valuable stuff away before Lando and Oscar arrive, Max is attached to some of his toys and with three boys things can get broken, so they usually pack up the stuff that is for Maxie only.

except Max doesn’t want to clean it up, and so Daniel tells him he doesn’t have to but that he then has to be prepared the other boys might play with it as Daniel’ll be too outnumbered to keep them from playing with things in plain sight.

it turns into a tantrum, and Daniel effectively puts them both in time out as he sits down with Max against their living room wall waiting for the tears to stop so they can try again.

when the other two boys arrive Daniel figures and art activity might be a good thing as the boys’ll be in one place but is quickly reminded of the chaos that paint and glitter brings.

Lando’s forgetting to share and keeps stealing whatever Oscar seems to currently be working on and Oscar eventually snaps and smacks the hell out of Lando’s hand. which, well, Daniel sort of understands. but it still earns both boys a time out and Max is left at the table fiddling with the glitters by himself.

lunch goes a little smoother, Daniel chooses his battles and make them banana pancakes, something he knows they’ll all eat.

he makes a mistake by having all three boys nap together, cause it takes ages for them to fall asleep and when Oscar wakes up to go pee he accidentally wakes up the other two too, so now they’re cranky.

the sharing things is even worse now and so Daniel plants the three of them in front of the TV with a movie and a snack except now they’re fighting over who has more raisins.

Daniel has to put himself in time out for a second to calm down before he goes back in and deals with it, takes all of their snacks away and pauses the movie for a make shift time out on the couch as he doesn’t really have three free corners and tells them to sit and be quiet for a second.

he takes the time to meticulously count each fucking raisin and makes sure they all have the same amount of animal crackers as they regain snack privileges and makes them promise to behave or he’s turning the movie off.

Max earns himself another time out by yeeting a train at Lando’s head but hitting Oscar instead and Lando earns himself one after he retaliates as soon as Max is back into play.

Daniel serves dinner a little bit later than normal in order to be able to put them to bed almost immediately after, each boy showered and given a melatonin gummy as he tucks them into bed.

[ranaissingle]

Take Me Home

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Summary: Reader and Austin have a lazy day together at home with some smut at the end. A/N: This was actually a request but I accidentally deleted it (my bad). I loved the request so much that I decided to rewrite everything because I love sleepy Austin (and I am painfully single). I'm pretty sure the requester asked for smut but I can't really remember. Also, why tf is his laugh so cute in this gif? That shirt must be considered public indecency or something. Rating: M Pairings: Austin Butler Word Count: 1.5k (don't ask me how) Warnings: fingering, handjob, degradation, p in v sex, cockwarming (because I'm a whore), other sex stuff? IDK

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The soft sheets of the bed and duvet laying over top of you did wonders to quell cold air but the single best heater in the world went by the name of Austin Butler. Said heater was currently tucked into the fold of your neck, his arms wrapped firmly around your waist, and his hands under your sweatshirt.

He had gone to sleep shirtless last night despite the freezing temperatures and your warnings. In his sleep, he had slowly crept closer and closer to you until he had practically crawled into your skin; which you had absolutely no qualms with. If the repercussion of him not wearing a shirt to bed was that he was wrapped around you by morning, you wouldn't be the one to correct him on his behavior.

You had been awake for at least the last hour but you were content to lay with Austin in your arms. You raked your hands through his soft locks and your other hand up and down his back in circles. The Sun had started to peak through the curtains and shone beautifully against his naked back and golden hair. He sleepily pushed his head deeper into your chest with his lips against your collarbone and tightened his arms around you. He was starting to wake up.

You could probably fall back asleep if you tried, but you rarely woke up before Austin so you would be damned if you let this chance slip away.

"Mmmm Good morning baby" he said as he kissed your collarbone and chest again. His deep voice rumbled against your chest and neck as he spoke.

"Good morning Austin." He could hear the smile in your voice as you hugged him even tighter. There went any plans of holding him for the rest of the morning. Austin reached behind you to reach for his phone on the nightstand.

"It's only 9 we can sleep a little more, can't we?" Austin was usually a morning person so the fact that he wanted to sleep in was worrisome.

"Are you okay? Are you not feeling well?" You pull his head away from your chest with your hands to get a good look at his face. He looked exhausted.

" Yeah, I just had a lot of press to do yesterday so it drained me a bit." You let him put his head back in your chest.

"I will say that having my head in your boobs makes me feel infinitely better."

The laugh that left your lips was Austins favorite sound. He could feel its vibrations against his cheek and he swore that he had never heard something so beautiful.

"Well, you seem exhausted so I give you permission to use them as pillows if you so choose. I want to sleep some more too."

"Well, your highness if you insist." And both of you drifted into a serene sleep.

You awoke 2 hours later to Austin laying open-mouthed kisses along your clavicle and leaving hickeys in his wake. He lifted his head to look at your face as

"Hey baby, you awake yet?" My God, he thought. You looked breathtaking. The sun was shining into your hair and skin and almost lighting you up from the inside. You were both laying on your sides and Austin pulled you closer to push his knee between your legs.

"Austin w-what are you doing?" You knew exactly what he was planning but hearing the way he spoke to you when he was hot and bothered for you made whatever came next even better.

"How bout' I show you instead of telling?" As he spoke, he moved his hand from around your waist to the waistband of your pants. He inched his hand down further and further into your pants until he parted your lower lips and slowly rubbed circled around your clit.

"aah Aus-Austin, i wan- want", you moved your head up to catch his eyes so you could tell what you wanted but he seemed to already understand. He used his other hand to hold the side of your face and pulled you closer to him and only when you felt like you might burst, did he finally place his lips over yours.

He kissed you so lovingly that it almost made you cry. He pressed his thumb against your clit and when you opened your mouth to call his name, he slipped his tongue inside. Austin was a starved man and he kissed you like he hadn't had the pleasure in years and rubbed circles around your entrance asking for permission.

"Please Austin-"

He didn't wait for you to finish. He inserted his finger knuckle by knuckle to get you acquainted with his thick finger. He used his thumb to keep working your clit and the pleasure only intensified when he eventually found the one spot that made you see stars behind your eyes. You wanted to touch him, you wanted to touch him so badly that your fingers were aching and twitching.

"Austin let me t-touch you hmm? Please I wanna feel you."

His answering groan told you all you needed before you reached forward to pull his pants and underwear down to reveal his aching length. He was practically dripping and he panted as you encircled your palm around him and began to pump.

"That's it baby girl you feel so good ugh, you're doing me so well". A whimper escaped your lips at the obscene words he spoke and as his fingers continued to pump in and out of you.

He was almost out of breath when he said, "Can I put it in baby? I need to feel you around me. I know you'll be so warm and ti-"

"Yes! pleeeeease Austin I ca-can't wait anymore."

The smirk on his face and the look in his eyes was absolutely filthy. He pulled your leg farther into the air to slide into your aching hole. His tip teased your entrance for what felt like forever until all of a sudden he was inside of you.

" Umh baby you squeeze me so well. Your tight little cunt is practically begging for me hmm? I know you love getting fucked like this in the mornings. You're a horny little slut aren't you?"

His sentences came accompanied by a thrust of his length and a kiss on your neck.

"You're so b-big Austin. You always fill me up so well." He thrust harder and deeper into you in response to the praise. he brought his hand down from your face to your clit as a reward.

"Aus-Austin im gonna- im gonna cum soon." The moans and whimpers leaving your lips grew louder and winner as he kissed, licked, thrust, and rubbed you everywhere. You could feel everything everywhere all at once.

"Me too baby, do you want it inside?" Austin was also panting and moaning into your neck as he spoke. He wanted to be inside of you forever. He would never tire of how wet you got for him or the whimpers you let out when he got you close to your end.

Austin kept working your clit and thrusting until he felt you start twitching around him.

"Are you almost there baby, i can feel you twitching around me, your little cunt was made just for me." He thrust deeper and harder as he climax drew near.

" No one will ever fuck you like I can huh? I ruined you for anyone else."

"Austin! uh you feel so good. Finish inside of me Austin, please. Can I, can I cum now?" The pleasure was building up so fast and you were starting to get black spots in your vision.

"Yes baby let me feel it, I wanna feel you all wet just for me." He groaned and thrust deeper into you making the bed frame shake with his force. Your body started shaking and he dropped his head into your neck as his hips stuttered.

Austin's cum glazed the inside of you as both of you came together with moans and groans so loud the neighbors would likely be bothered. Austin collapsed on top of you with his length still shoved impossibly deep into you. He tried to reach for the towel in the drawer of the nightstand but you hugged him closer to you.

" Keep it in, I wanna be able to feel you inside of me while I sleep." Your breathy voice tickled his ears and neck as you spoke.

He groaned and lulled his head into your chest "Jesus fuck baby you're gonna make me hard again." Despite his words, he came up to give you a sensual kiss on the lips and tucked your head into his chest as he reached down to cover the both of you with blankets.

You both fell asleep and didn't wake up until well into the afternoon when the sun was setting and the room had gotten cooler.

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This was my first time writing full-blown smut and I'm not sure how I feel about it. I don't think I did too well so ill have to practice that lol. I hope you enjoyed it!

[miiv12]

OTP questions: SolarxRuin

What is each member’s love language? Solar: Acts of service Ruin: Physical touch & Words of affrimation

What would they describe as their perfect date? Just a chill day/night to watch something or play games and just talk.

Who made the first move? Ruin is more open with affection and such so they did

Who is more sentimental? Ruin

Which member calls the other in to kill the spiders? Ruin does, though Solar moves the spiders instead of killing them

Who falls asleep first? Solar does, most of the time he's out like a light the second he lays down

Who wakes up first? Solar, he has a lot of stuff to do throughout the day

Who is more more relaxed/carefree? Solar is calmer and better when it comes to sudden changes and planning around them,but he has a hard time actually relaxing. Ruin is more anxious but also knows when it's time to step back and take a break.

What’s one way their personalities compliment one another? (Is it opposites attract or are they pretty similar?) Previous answer.

Who is always cold? Don't understand the question?

Which member is always trying to bring home stray animals and which member always has to say no? Ruin would try to,and maybe Solar ends up saying okay to one or two pets.

Who worries more? Ruin does

What are some non-sexual activities they do together? Watch movies/shows/musicals, play games, cuddles, sometimes they build stuff together.

Who would be able to talk their way out of a speeding ticket? I feel like Ruin would confuse both the cop and Solar

Who is the better cook? Solar, though he doesn't do it very often

What are some things they don’t agree on? They have different tastes in music

Which member is more physically affectionate? Ruin

Which member is more verbally affectionate? Ruin again

How does each member feel about PDA? Ruin absolutely loves it,both giving and receiving. Solar is a more subdued and it's one of the ways to actually get him blushing, but he's okay with it as long as it doesn't go too far and not in front of strangers.

Who’s the safer driver? Solar, Ruin is a good driver in a sense but once he gets going there's no stopping the guy.

What’s each member flirting style? Dunno

Which member steals borrows the other ones clothing? Ruin mostly, though Solar does also do it now and then

Who is the cuddle initiator? Most often it's Ruin

Are they an introverted couple or an extroverted one—AKA would they prefer to go out to a party or event together or would they rather stay in? 99% of the time they stay in, the last 1% is either spent with friends/family or just them in a secluded place

Who is the big/little spoon? Solar is big spoon, Ruin has tried too but it wasn't as comfortable

Who is more likely to make an impulsive decision and who is the voice of reason? Ruin is definietly more impulsive, but Solar usually let's things happen unless someone can actually get hurt

Who’s more likely to laugh at their own jokes? Ruin does

Who takes longer showers? Solar, but only because he's dirtier after work

Who is “more loved” by the in-laws? Question doesn't really work here..

Who is more likely to get jealous? Ruin actually

What was the most surprising thing they learned about one another once they started dating? Dunno yet(might edit later)

Who stays up way too late and who tries to drag them to bed? Solar will never fully stop with his overworking tendencies no matter how many times Ruin has to drag him to bed to charge

Who’s messier? Solar, Ruin has similar habits as Sun when it comes to cleanliness

Which member is more likely to accidentally spend $300 at Target? Solar is the type to calculate the cost before hand, while Ruin throws extra things into the cart

Who wanted/would want kids first? Ruin, i imagine Solar would be a lot more unsure about the idea

Who gives piggy back rides to the other? omg Ruin saw Solar doing it for Lunar and he just had to get a ride too!

Who fell in love first? Probably Ruin OG Post: https://www.tumblr.com/lavenderotpprompts/658745255432241152/assorted-otp-questions?source=share

[tokyo-daaaamn-ji-gang]

Hey hey, I'd it OK if u come up with Toman hcs...

But you slander them

Whoops ok maybe I didn't slander them exactly, these kinda ended up being more annoying things they do in a relationship but here we are, one for everyone

Mikey- wants to always sleep with his old towel that he never let's you wash, tries to share it with you too even though it's too small and then gets pouty when it doesn't cover you both.

Draken- sometimes he gets a bit too invested in his motorbike, will ignore you for it.

Takemichi- says he'll handle dinner but then just gets takeout instead of cooking.

Baji- will leave bed in the middle of the night to go feed cats without waking you up "damn it Keisuke, I wanted to see the cats too!"

Chifuyu- uses manga for all his date ideas (ok this actually sounds kinda cute but be prepared for him to have the manga with him on the date and peak at it like an instruction manual throughout)

Mitsuya- works too hard, will fall asleep at his desk instead of coming to bed sometimes.

Hakkai- occasionally when he wakes up he forgets he's ok to talk to you and gets nervous all over again in his sleepy state

Pah- talks too loudly on the phone (he says it's because he's excited to talk to you but still shhhhh)

Peh- wants to invite Pah with you guys on all your dates

Smiley- threatens to kill you when you sneak up on him and kiss him (he's just a bit flustered and panicking)

Angry- takes your injuries too seriously, a tiny paper cut? Be prepared to have a bunch of plasters put on it (a kiss too)

Mucho- sir we cannot fix every argument with cheese cake

Sanzu- will follow you around to make sure you're safe at times

Kisaki- just assumes you're as good at maths as he is, will ask you random maths questions while you grocery shop to figure out prices and deals. You keep having to explain the need for a calculator to him.

Hanma- will try to irritate you just because he finds your angry reaction "cute and fun"

Kazutora- is a bit too clingy at times, be prepared to be late for work because of hugs.

Hina- will tidy up your stuff and make you lose it

Emma- insists on you having a special cute ringtone specifically for her and your phone can't be on silent.

Naoto- is very secretive about his police work,  will not tell you how his day has been.

Akkun- begs to do practice hair cuts on you, will chase you around with a pair of scissors begging you.

Takuya- tries to act too strong when he's sick, he doesn't want to seem weak to you so he takes on too much and ends up getting worse. 

Makoto- mutters when he's sleeping, keeps you up sometimes, it's always such random things too.

Yamagishi- will tell you delinquent facts at the most random times, be prepared to hear about old fights while brushing your teeth.

Koko- panics over what to buy you for birthdays because he just spoils you all throughout the year, pouts close to your birthday.

Inui- can walk better in heels then you

Taiju- laughs too loud, if you're not expecting it then it can cause you to jump.

Yuzuha- Too many other people wanting her attention, easy to feel forgotten about sometimes.

Izana- calls you his queen in public (no matter your gender) and wants you to call him your king.

Kakucho- is so nervous about you meeting izana and wanting the two of you to get along that he sweats the whole time during that first meeting (you and izana bond over teasing him about it)

Mochi- finds it easy to carry you so will sometimes just randomly pick you up if he feels you're walking too slow.

Ran- keeps low key insulting your hair when talking about his own (takes you to the salon often too)

Rindou- gets overly competitive with you at the gym, he may love you but he's not going easy on you (though I feel like a lot of you won't complain about the limb locking)

Shion- accidentally let slip he was planning to propose like a week early.

Senju- will randomly grab your hand and start quickly running if she wants to show you something (good luck with keeping up with her)

Takeomi- will steal the blankets as you're sleeping 

Wakasa- if he thinks you're talking too much or grinding your teeth or something then he'll just place his dango stick in your mouth.

Shinichiro- be prepared for cheesy pick up lines 24/7 (he wants you to say them back too)

Benkei- sometimes just throws his clothes at your head randomly (he actually wants you to wear them but instead of just asking you'll suddenly be plunged into darkness by a jacket landing on your head.

South- will sometimes randomly serenade you, even in public causing everyone to stare.

[winter-dayz]

Catch 'em, kill 'em

Pairing: Kim Jennie x Reader Amityville Horror AU Genre: Horror; Smut Words: 2500 Warnings: dead dove: do not eat; emetophobia; gore; major character death; murder; sexual content (choking mentioned, marking, safe words, slight pain play, thigh riding); strong language; suicide; violence

Masterlist | Fictober Masterpost

Taglist:  @soobin-chois

“I do have to inform you that the house has a bit of a… macabre history to it…” The realtor hesitated.

Jennie hummed, continuing to look up at the side of the house and mumbling about updates, but your attention snapped to the real estate agent. “What do you mean?”

The woman cleared her throat, “Well… A man killed his entire family here. He claimed he heard voices that told him to do it. And, the last tenants said they had some issues too. They only stayed for a very short while.”

You nodded, “What kind of issues? I mean, we were planning to renovate anyway so if there were electrical or plum–”

“Uh, no, no… More paranormal kind of issues…” The woman spoke in a hushed tone as if she were afraid someone would overhear your conversation. “The Lutz’ claimed that the house was driving George crazy so they left before even living here for a month… They left all of their stuff behind too. The original owners’ belongings also come with the house.”

“Ahh…” You hummed in understanding.

So, the place was supposedly “haunted,” and no one has wanted to buy it in decades… that was why the price was so low. It was odd that the realtor was trying to drive away a client though. Or, maybe she was one of those types to believe in the supernatural. Either way, there was no way you were passing up on a deal this good. The house was a steal in the area at just over two-hundred thousand for five bedrooms. It definitely needed remodeling, but you could tell your wife was already planning the exterior upgrades.

If you didn’t close on this, she would actually murder you.

You smiled at the agent, “That’s alright. We’re not really believers in that anyway. We’ll take it.”

🎃

The first week in the new house was hectic.

Jennie and you were constantly in and out of the place, trying to set up contracts and get portions of the house sectioned off and cleared out to begin the renovations.

Your original plan had been to use the significant amount you’d saved on buying the rundown house to hire contractors. However, as you’d both been struggling to get people in the immediate area to agree to do the work, you’d settled for hiring a more expensive contractor further out of town to help with the major projects that you couldn’t handle, and instead, Jennie and you would complete the rest.

Once that had been settled, the two of you fell back into your normal rhythm. Jennie worked on the exterior and boat house first, while you started clearing out the inside.

During the mornings you spent time apart, working on your respective projects and filled with your own quiet thoughts. It could be annoying to work in the house by yourself since the doors were old and would constantly creak open or accidentally lock when you didn’t want them to. It made moving big furniture and boxes a bit difficult alone, but you managed.

You met for a peaceful lunch on the porch, and then worked the warm afternoons on updating the electrical systems in the basement closet. It was a bitch to figure out, but you still got it done. Even if it drove you both a little crazy to be in the dark, tight space, arguing while trying not to unintentionally electrocute yourselves.

The evenings were spent laughing together over dinner, watching a movie on your laptop, and falling asleep exhausted. Jennie always seemed to wake up at some point in the night though, complaining about loud bangs coming from the attic or one of the other bedrooms, and subsequently shook you awake too. You took turns making sure wild animals hadn’t gotten into the house. There never was anything and, by the end of the week, you’d both surmised that the piping was much worse than originally anticipated and the sound must’ve been them settling at night.

Sleepily, you assured Jennie that you’d urge the plumber to come out sooner than later.

🎃

The first time something “off” happened, you didn’t really notice. The power had cut off in the middle of the day, shutting down both of your power tools, and the temperature began to drop rapidly. It was odd for the season, but you were working in a drafty part of the house.

“This wouldn’t have happened if we had just hired an electrician,” Jennie snarked, holding the flashlight for you while you tried to fix the breaker in the basement.

“I told you. No one in the area would come out here. They all think this place is haunted. If I hadn’t done it myself, we would’ve been without power for a few more weeks until someone from two towns over showed up.” You snapped back.

It had been like that the past few days. The renovations had proven to be a bit more than either of you had thought, and without much help from contractors or professionals, you had both been extremely stressed. Snapping at each other, petty remarks, and sarcasm became your chosen forms of communication since moving in.

The day after the electricity was finally restored properly, you found yourself in bed wasted. And, of course, this was the second time something obviously supernatural occurred.

Another snarky remark from Jennie led you to grabbing the nearest liquor bottle and storming off. When you woke up in bed later, barely dressed and still rather drunk, it was to the feeling of your wife straddling you. Her face was blurry and obscured in your tipsy-vision, but your hands felt their way up her trim waist regardless. Her own hands, cold to the touch so she must’ve been working in the basement or attic, slid over your chest, flicking your nipples in their path. You moaned softly as her hands came to rest around your neck.

And then she started choking you. It was nice at first, something you both liked to indulge in on occasion, but as lightheadedness in combination with your already drunken mind made you start to see spots, you rasped out your safe word.

Jennie didn’t stop.

You started yelling at her to stop, reiterating your safe word, best you could as your vision blacked; and when you felt her weight leave your waist, you stumbled to the bathroom to gulp down cold water and soothe your burning throat and chest.

Dragging yourself back into the bedroom, you found Jennie hovering in the hallway door looking concerned and confused.

“I told you to stop!” You screamed at her.

“What are you talking about?” She questioned back, her face snapping from confusion to irritation at your tone.

You sneered in condescension, “Oh? Are you too stupid to understand safe words now? Whatever. I’ll sleep in another room tonight.” She scowled as you pushed past her to sleep off the rest of the alcohol but didn’t argue further.

The third time something truly paranormal transpired in your new home, you saw it. You saw it, and you nearly shit yourself.

After your last fight, or rather you scolding Jennie on sexual boundaries, you had been sleeping elsewhere. Upon hearing loud sobs one night, you assumed it was Jennie and went to check on her, but she was nowhere to be found in your room or bathroom.

Wandering down the hall to one of the other bedrooms, the cries became louder, but they were off. They didn’t sound like your wife; it sounded like a child crying. Peeking into the room, you saw a little girl curled into a ball on the floor crying.

“Hey… Are you okay? How did you get here?”

The girl’s cries stopped, and her head snapped around to you. Her eyes were vacant and lips purple; her skin was pale and lifeless with dark black veins contrasting deeply; in her forehead was a dark red, shotgun wound.

The girl opened her mouth and let out a shriek before crawling rapidly towards you. You screamed and stumbled backwards into the hall, running for the stairs, but the girl was faster. As she grabbed your ankle, you fell forward to tumble down the stairs, and then you jolted upright.

Sweat poured down your face, breathing heavy, and you glanced around the bedroom you had been sleeping in.

“Hey, are you okay?” Jennie whispered, kneeling by the bed you were in. You jolted away from her as your nightmare played back in your mind. She hushed you and moved to hold you anyway.

After several long minutes in silence, you whispered, “This house is stressing me out, Ni…”

“I know, babe. Let’s just have a day tomorrow. No work, no remodeling. Just us together, yeah?”

“Yeah…” This house was driving you crazy.

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Days turned to weeks. Weeks turned into months.

The arguments continued, heightened even. The nightmares grew more terrifying and realistic. Your sanity thinned.

At your breaking point, you asked Jennie to move out with you. She refused. In the heat of the fight, you threatened divorce. You couldn’t take much more of this. She begged you to stay, give her and the house another chance. She insisted it was still just the stress taking a toll on your relationship, on your mental health. You just needed a night out to reconnect, she said.

And maybe you did.

The two of you went out into the town—got dolled up and had dinner at a nice restaurant, took a stroll in the park, and watched the sun set at the docks.

It was nice, and you fell in love with your wife all over again.

Coming home, feeling refreshed and giggling, you both made your way to your bedroom, stumbling as you couldn’t take your hands off one another. Clothes were stripped and discarded on your way, mouths hardly leaving one another’s skin.

You both fell to the bed, fighting for dominance as was normal for you, but Jennie ended up on top. She straddled one of your thighs, grinding down when you tensed the muscle, while you sat up, sucking dark, purple marks on her neck and chest.

Jennie continued taking her own pleasure, and you reached down and harshly pinched her clit. She moaned loudly, always a bit of a glutton for pain, and urged you to do it again.

One hand remained on her thin waist, helping her slide against your thigh as she lost herself to her own pleasure; the other hand moved up to pinch and circle her nipple. When it had peaked, you bit down as rough as you knew she could take. She screamed and shook.

You smiled against her breast and glanced up, excited to see your love in ecstasy after being distant.

Instead, you let out your own blood-curdling scream.

Jennie sat above you, neck snapped at an unnatural angle. Her eyes whited out, mouth dripping with black rot. Her exposed chest ripped open, heart still pumping as blood poured out and covered you both.

You sobbed and tossed Jennie onto the ground. She twitched, her head snapping up and falling to the other side.

“What’s wrong, babe?” Jennie gurgled, viscous black seeping down from her mouth and mixing with the clotting blood splattered across her chest.

You grabbed your stomach, covering your mouth before you could vomit on yourself, and felt wetness there. Pulling your hand away from your face, it was covered in thick, warm blood. You felt yourself choke on bile.

Coughing—choking—you gagged. Nothing came up, but you still felt so ill.

Sick. Tired. Crazy.

The house had driven you crazy. And not the normal kind from stupid stress either.

The house was fucking haunted, and it wanted to drag you to hell with whatever demons lived within.

🎃

Jennie was fine. After you hyperventilated and passed out, she took you to the hospital. Your doctor said that you were physically okay, but when you explained what caused you to go into shock, he had you put on a psych hold for a few days.

Nothing happened while you were in the hospital—no visions, no nightmares, no blood or gore or screaming—which only reaffirmed your belief that your house was hell on earth.

Jennie, unfortunately, couldn’t stay. You were worried about her being in that place by herself, but you reassured yourself that it seemed you had been the target of the Amityville House’s hatred anyway. So she would be fine.

She had to be fine.

Jennie was fine.

That’s what you kept reassuring yourself with.

🎃

You wished you had never bought that godforsaken house. You wished you had just bit the bullet—so to speak—and bought somewhere nicer, more expensive, but already fixed up. You wished you had let Jennie be mad about passing on the supernatural sale, but not literally murder you.

When you got out of the hospital, having to call a taxi to take you home since you couldn’t get a hold of your wife, you found that Jennie was not, in fact, fine.

She sat, catatonic, in your living room. You shook her, shouted, even slapped her, but she didn’t respond. You had resolved to call for an ambulance, but as soon as you turned your back, she was gone.

Jennie found you before you found her.

Something dark, evil had taken over your wife. Her eyes were glazed over and bloodshot around the iris. As you called out to her, trying to wake her to her senses, her head just tipped to the side.

Your nightmares came rushing back, and you squeezed your eyes shut hoping it was just another one.

Jennie tsked at you, “C’mon now, babe. It’s no fun if you don’t even run…” Her voice wasn’t garbled this time, but it still sounded wrong. It was missing her sweet lilt, her playfulness. It was scratchy. It almost sounded like another voice laid beneath her own. Mimicking her, but not really her.

You stumbled away, and Jennie advanced with the ax, mumbling “Catch ‘em, kill ‘em…” over and over and over.

It was over rather quickly, all things considered.

Jennie had never been that strong, but she was able to pin you down easily on the floor, burying the hatchet into your chest until it was split open—mimicking the vision that hers had been in your nightmare.

She stumbled backwards off of you and pulled a small gun out her pants’ waistband.

You laid on the ground, your own thick, warm blood gurgling up. You choked on it; you felt ill. You coughed; the blood splattered across your mouth and dripped down your neck right back into your own gaping chest. You would’ve felt bile rise up if you could’ve felt anything at all.

Jennie wrapped her lips around the muzzle of the gun.

She pulled the trigger; you heard the shot, but your vision was gone before you could see her fall.

The house dragged you both down to hell with it.

[solei-eclipse]

More random stuff about Jiu & Kioku:

I was originally going to name Jiu "Ryuu" because it meant dragon, but I realized @starry-skiez already had a Ryu. I changed names, but now that I think about it Jiu still ended up sounding like another one of Star's ocs Ji Woo 😭😭 Jiu is Ryu and Ji Woo's accidental lovechild by name

I was almost going to give Kio a long ass name, but I found it exhausting to write so I scrapped it

The color of Kio's hairtie is the same color as Jiu's eyes

Both Kio and Jiu own the same kind of purple bracelet. Kio doesn't know how she got hers, Jiu doesn't wear his anymore

Kio has a tiny fang! It doesn't protrude like Ivan's, though, it's only visible whenever she opens her mouth

Jiu, like Ivan, doesn't wear a control collar and dons a high-collared shirt instead

Kio's hair is always messy. At one point she choked on it and is still clowned on regularly by everyone who was there to witness it. She started tying her hair back more often shortly after the incident

Jiu's default sleeping position (face-down) makes it very hard for him to breathe, but it's the only way he can fall asleep. He sleeps like a log, so once he's knocked out it's up to someone else to turn him over (a certain someone used to do this for him in their childhood, but not anymore)

Now on his own, Jiu wakes up in the middle of the night panting and light-headed from his sleeping position (survival instinct 😭 his body jolts awake before he can truly suffocate)

Jiu excels in all areas, most prominently in mathematics. Kio is below average in Gen Ed subjects, good in music and VERY excellent in sports. Her peers joke that she was sent to Anakt by accident and was supposed to go to the Olympics instead

Part of Kio's struggle in academics is caused by her memory issues. This is also why she prefers sports and activity. Despite her mind forgetting, her body always seems to remember

I drew Kio in her Anakt uniform once (standard shirt + shorts), but I might alter her bottoms to look more like sports/PE pants instead

Jiu carries the demeanor (and eyebags) of a depressed middle aged man who lost his wife and works a dead end minimum wage office job. This is partly due to the fact that he was put to work at the ripe age of 10 years old

Kio feels weak and sick when she tries too hard to remember certain things. She has a special medicine for this, but what she doesn't know is that it's essentially just a sugar pill. This was issued by her guardian

Jiu is biologically from a very noble lineage of pets, which is why his guardian was so keen to have him

Overworked, jaded, and reduced to a servant, he currently resembles a luxurious trophy that has lost all its shine and luster

Once Jiu deems that he is no longer needed by Kio, he begins to distance from her heavily

Whenever she is in need of help (though rarely), he is the first to answer her call

Kio finds it very conflicting. Sometimes he pretends she doesn't exist and other times he trips over himself in an effort to help her first. It's almost like he himself can't decide, or like he's trying to make up for something last minute

Even after they've become acquainted and familiar in the Anakt Garden, Jiu still refuses to look Kio in the eyes

[makebelieveyouregoodenough]

hello!! I was wondering if you could write something about lee!han and ler!stray kids where the kids find han sleeping on the couch and instead of bringing him a blanket and stuff, they all take turns tickling him (ex: on his feet, sides, armpits) to see who can wake him up first? and jisung keep squirming around in his sleep making the boys tickle him harder and harder? thank you!!

I looove this idea!! I’m so sorry for taking so long to answer 😭 Also I’m sorry if I didn’t do what you requested. Thank you for requesting!

A Rude Awakening

Lee: Han

Ler: Stray Kids

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Han was tired. It had been a long week, from promoting the new album, to training for their comeback, it’s safe to say he was exhausted. The only thing in the world he wanted to do was take a nap.

“Sleep. SLEEP!” His brain seemed to be screaming at him. He wandered from room to room, trying to find a good napping place, until he chose the couch. He would have gotten a pillow and a blanket to help him fall asleep, but the second his head touched the fabric his eyes started getting heavy and soon after, he fell asleep.

In another room, the other 7 members were chatting.

“No that’s what I’m saying, Oddinary is better than 5 Star”

“Wtf?!? No 5 star’s way better”

They slowly walked out of the room and coincidentally walked into the same room Han was in.

“Aww, Han’s sleeping.”, Chan said, smiling at how cute his bandmate was.

“He’s sleeping like a baby!” Hyunjin chuckled, while snapping a picture.

“He’s probably cold. Maybe we should get him some blankets and a pillow for his head?” Felix questioned

“Or we could cuddle him? He’s too cute to just leave here” Minho suggested

At first, the bunny’s idea seemed to be working. But, someone’s finger slipped and accidentally poked Han’s side. He moved abruptly, surprised by the sudden sensation.

“What was that? Maybe he’s having a bad dream?”

Chan, knowing how ticklish he was, smirked, understanding what was going on. Chris took advantage of the fact that his shirt was slightly pulled up, exposing his belly button. He slowly circled his pointer finger around Han’s belly button. Not wasting any time, he quickly sped up the circling, going closer to the younger’s belly button each time. Chan smiled even wider, as his finger was now inside the younger’s tickle button.

Han being very ticklish, giggled once he felt the older’s finger.

“Aw, is someone a bit ticklish?” Changbin questioned, finally understanding what was going on.

“Gahahahahaha stohop”

“Why would we stop? We just started”, Seungmin asked in a teasing way

“Pleahease don’t pin meee. And pleahease dohon’t tickle my hips, they’re too sensitive. Please don’t give mehe raspberries” Han asked in a begging manner

“I’m starting to think you want us to do all those things”

“Aww hyungie, do you actually want this?” Jeongin asked, whilst poking his side

“Noyesmaybe, hah no, of course not”

“Hmm that sounded too indecisive, I think you deserve a punishment”, Lee Know stated, while heavily smirking

“I think you’re right, hyung. Maybe a wrecking session?” Hyunjin added

��Great idea, what do you think, Han?”

At this point, Han was so flustered, he couldn’t speak coherent sentences.

“I ah I think umm”

“Aw he’s blushing already” Felix stated, making the ace blush harder

“I say we just go for it” Hyunjin stated matter of factly

“I agree!”

Before Han could reply, his arms were already pinned over his head and fingers were fluttering and scribbling all over his sensitive body.

“HAHAHA ITS TOHO MUCH HAHAHA”

“I thought you wanted this?” Lee Know teased

The teasing only made the younger even more sensitive.

“Hahahahha it tickles soho bad HAHAHAHAHAHA”

Han was reaching his breaking point, which the members could see.

“So Hannie, I think we’ve completed all your requests, except one.” Chan said

“Huh?” The rapper asked while still giggling off the ghost tickles

“You’re right, we haven’t given him raspberries yet”

“Oh nohoho I think that’s okay I don’t need that I’m fi- AHAHAHAHA” Han interrupted his rambling with his own laughter.

All the members were blowing and ticklishly kissing him in different places of his body. Although it was intense, he actually… liked it?

“HAHAHAHHAHAA I THINK I'M GONNA DIE IF YOUHOU GUYHYUS KEEHEEP GOIHING”

Han was right, his face was completely red and he was breathing very hard.

They all stopped and looked down at the younger, seeing what a cute friend they had. One that liked being tickled, even though he wouldn’t admit it.

Shortly after, they got off of him, deciding they had exhausted Jisung enough. He’d probably need another nap.

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Thank you for reading! I hope you have a good rest of your day/night 😁

(As a lee this was very flustering to write 😭)

[be-the-glenn-to-my-maggie]

For added drama I like to imagine that in the ikran racing au Spider is helping both Neteyam and Lo'ak in secret and neither of them knows it. I think this would probably happen in a more platonic version of the au (unless someone wanted to try their hand at a vee) where Spider becomes the person who helps bring the two brothers closer together after getting both sides of the story and seeing how much both brothers miss one another, which may not be as exciting for some but I think it would put Spider in the most hilarious of scenarios and eventually lead to some much needed brother bonding.

Ooh, yeah no thank you for both of them I don't like the idea of them competing that makes me sad :(

But I think you're giving us a classic Spider Sully au!

-Kiri and Spider have been best friends from jump, and Kiri is constantly working with the ikran with Spider. She doesn't have an interest in racing, and she has no obligation to be there, she just loves the animals.

-Spider has been there longer than anyone else's obligatory year, just hoping that one day he can race, or even just ride an ikran on his own.

-I think everything plays out exactly how I described in the nocorro and the locorro versions, except instead of love they both just end up loving spending time with Spider.

Lo'ak was already friends with him, but he's been caught up in his stress over his iknimaya lately. He's been worried about living up to his dad and his brother, worried about not having the natural connection to the animals that Kiri does. Worried about failing his iknimaya.

-Neteyam has never been as close to Spider as his siblings, but now, he finds himself able to share worries he never has. Stuff about not being as perfect as everything thinks, not feeling the natural connection with his ikran.

-Spider is going to explode, they are both just having similar problems and it would be so much easier if they just talked oh my god. He's venting to Kiri while keeping both of their secrets lol. He's been running around like one of those episodes on Disney channel where the main character accidentally has two dates to the same dance.

-But eventually they both start learning shit about Spider, about how he regularly skips meals to tend to the ikran, how he wakes up earlier than anyone else in Hells Gate to get there and gets back later than anyone else. About how sometimes he falls asleep with them instead of going back, and no one notices as he's always the first gone anyway.

-Neteyam flips at that one, when he finds Spider there asleep one morning when he was hoping to make it there before him. What if his mask malfunctions??

-(What he doesn't know is the ikran are always watching Spider when he sleeps over lol. They fucking love him).

-BUT Spider doesn't know that either, so. 😬

-They end up colluding to get their parents to adopt him, and all of a sudden they have to share why they were both working with him daily.

-Little do they know, like I stated last time, Spider is the only person other than Neytiri herself she trusts with her ikran because she's noticed how good with them he is. She's fucking on board already.

[slayonehundredninetytwo]

Grumpy Puppy

request: Perhaps Seungmin is developing a headache in the morning, which gets worse after the vocal practices the group has, so when 3Racha mentions to him that he should improve in his singing, Seungmin gets stressed and ends up fighting with them and leaves the studio. He then decides to go alone to the apartment and there he realizes that his headache has turned into a migraine and ends up vomiting but no one knows about his condition because he is the only one in the apartment (Seungmin, Felix, Minho and Jeongin's apartment). Finally the other members arrive and find Seungmin asleep so one of them decides to wake him up to eat but Seungmin gets upset because they interrupt his rest and yells at him asking to be left alone. Things go downhill because he ends up sleeping alone in his room due to no one wanting to stay with him and when his fever is higher he ends up vomiting on himself and there is no one to help him, so he starts crying and Minho hears the sobs and runs to Seungmin's room to see what's wrong and comforts him. 

Minho ends up telling the leader about the situation in the apartment and everyone gathers in the apartment to take care of the sick child. 

Happy ending! c:

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From the moment Seungmin woke up that morning he knew something was off. He felt developing a headache and hoped it wouldn’t end up being too bad. But sadly, that was not the case. 

The group had vocal practice today. Usually this would be Seungmin’s favorite part of the day. But today, all the loud voices, music, and high notes were only worsening his headache. To be quite frank,  Seungmin’s singing today was… not good. 

He was of key, and his voice was cracking constantly. His members sat listening to the vocalist in horror as his vocals continued to somehow get worse and worse. 

When they finished singing through the song, it was the job of 3Racha to give some notes. As producers, they had to tell Seungmin the cold hard truth that his singing needed some work for this song.

“Seungmin, for this song, you’ll definitely need to work on certain things singing. It’s a pretty challenging song. Maybe do some extra voice lessons? You can do it, but right now it looks like it will take some hard work. “

When Chan told Seungmin this, to Seungmin’s fevered brain, it sounded more like,

“You suck. Your voice is awful. You’ll never get this song right.”,

and that really pissed him off. Even if what they REALLY said was no where close.

“Maybe you guys just are bad producers. I bet that’s why. And you guys can’t even sing well yourselves, who are you to talk about my singing like that?!?”

“Woah.. Minnie, let’s calm down a bit, it shouldn’t be that much ext-“

“NO! YOU calm down. You guys are being so mean and tell ME to calm down?!?!?!!!”

“Seungmin, we really didn’t mean to-“

“Well you did. You didn’t mean to say it?! You can’t accidentally talk like that. I’m going home.”

The rest of the group just stared at him in shock as Seungmin picked up his stuff and left.

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When he got home he threw himself into bed with a huff. He had calmed down a bit on the way home, but he definitely was still grumpy.  The moment his body hit the cushions, his vision swirled. It seemed that his little headache had developed into a full blown migraine as black spots dance around his vision and nausea started to build in his throat. As much as he wants to stay there in his bed, he dragged himself to the bathroom and feel to his knees in front of the toilet. The moment he was there his stomach clenched and sent the little he had eaten splashing into the bowl. With each splash, he sorta wished he hadn’t yelled at his members before, and maybe someone would be sitting beside home running their fingers through his hair and wiping his mouth. Instead his hair was falling into his watering eyes and he had to wipe his own mouth. When he was finished he trudged back to his room and was out like a light.

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A few hours later , his roommates returned home from the rest of their practice, hungry for dinner. They decided to order takeout since no one wanted to cook. 

“What about Seungmin?” Felix asked, not wanting his roommate to go hungry.

“Go see if he wants anything, but be careful, he’s definitely in a bit of a mood today. Don’t let him bite your head off” Lee Know said.

“Good luck.”

Felix cautiously enters the dark bedroom, hearing Seungmin’s softly snoring under the covers. He debated whether or not he should wake the sleeping puppy. On the one hand Seungmin needed to eat. On the other, He wasn’t much of a puppy tonight, and more like an angry beast. But Felix felt bad leaving Seungmin without dinner. So he gently shook him awake.

“Seungmin? Do you want some food? We’re gonna order takeou-“

“Are you kidding me?” Seungmin grunted from his bed.

“N-No I…” Felix knew he made a mistake as Seungmin glared at him with half open eyes

“You woke me up over food? You think I can’t get food myself? I’m not stupid. I would eat something if I was hungry. I just wanted to sleep and now you’ve woken me up.”

“Sor-“

“Just go away and let me rest.”

“O-Okay.”

He couldn’t have left the room faster. When their food arrived, there were only 3/4 of them at the table. When they finished eating, they settled on the couch to watch a movie. It felt kinda weird without Seungmin sitting with them, but they knew he just needed some space, clearly something was bothering him, but it would surely pass with time.

About halfway through the movie, Minho decided to call it a night as well, and headed off to his room ready to fall straight asleep. But as he approached, he heard something. Was someone crying? It had to be Seungmin since Felix and I.N. were still sitting on the couch. He almost left him alone. sometimes you’ve just gotta feel your feelings, a good cry is good for you. But this seemed different, like something was wrong. He opened the door to found his dongsaeng sitting up in his bed in the dark. He also was hit with a foul scent coming from where the boy was seated. He flicked the light on and realized the reason behind the boys crys. There was a pile of vomit on his lap and on his hands, explaining the horrid smell. 

“Oh Minnie.” Lee Know said. At this, Seungmin cried even harder. He sobbing caused him to retch unproductively into his lap, as Minho’s hand trailed up and down his spine. Once Minho could finally get him to calm down, he took of the blanket and quickly cleaned it off as well as he could before throwing it into the washing machine and grabbing a spare blanket from the cabinet. He also grabbed a thermometer since the boy had all the clear signs of a fever. When he returned, he took Seungmin’s temperature, reading 38.8 degrees celsius. 

“Minnie, why didn’t you tell us you weren’t feeling well?”

“I-I’m Sor-ry” He said through tears.

“It’s alright. I’m going to call Channie hyung.”

Seungmin nodded his head and laying down, he was out before Chan even answered the phone.

When Chan heard of Seungmin’s condition he immediately rushed to the other half of the groups apartment. When he arrived, Felix an I.N. were frankly very confused why Chan was suddenly at their dorm at almost midnight, but when they found out what was going on, they were quick to also spring into action. The rest of the night was a blur of cuddles, trips to the bathroom, fevers, and medication, but they all were determined to nurse the second youngest back to health.

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sorry this took so long, i’ve been crazy busy.

requests are open :>

🫶

[sunlightmurdock]

My Future in You | 1.0 | Bradley Bradshaw x Reader

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Synopsis: Bradley’s twenty-two years old and not where he’s supposed to be. He’s supposed to be out of the academy by now. Instead, he’s retaking his senior year of college and praying to god that he gets into flight school. Mav’s gone, his mom’s gone. He’s mad at the world. Then, a hook up at a Halloween party changes his future even more than he could have imagined.

Warnings: allusions to sex, eventual accidental pregnancy, angst, drama etc etc, enemies to lovers if you wanna call it that, no major warnings in this chapter

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Your next appointment is on the twenty-sixth of January. You make it twenty-five days without contact from Bradley.

Bradley wakes up from his nap on January first to Jake yelling at him, asking what he did to piss you off this time. Bradley crosses the hall and finds your stuff gone from Jake’s room. He takes the hint. First you fuck someone else and then you move out without telling him. He hasn’t been ghosted before, but he has done it often enough to know what it looks like.

It doesn’t feel good. In fact, Bradley spends a couple of days feeling outright guilty. He checks his phone a couple of times an hour and considers that maybe he was a little harsh. Then he remembers, promptly after, exactly what he overheard when you were with Ryan - and then he’s mad all over again.

Bradley knows that Jake would tell him if there was something he needed to know, but that doesn’t stop him from silently wondering why the fuck Jake has stopped telling him about you. He thinks about you when he’s supposed to be studying. Tapping his pencil against an open textbook. Wondering if you’re still seeing that douchebag.

Wondering if he’s supposed to be okay with his baby having a stepdad.

He doesn’t want his kid to have a step-dad. He never had one and he turned out just fine. Bradley’s pencil snaps in his fist. Just. Fine.

Jake has noticed the steady-stream of girls that Bradley talks to coming by the house less and less. Bradley’s spending more time at the library. Jake figures that’s a good thing. That he isn’t messing with your head, and that he isn’t messing with any of the other girls on this campus.

Ryan spends most of January with you. Library dates on your campus, movie nights at your apartment, walks through the park. He celebrates with you when you get your grades back. He doesn’t question it when you tell him you don’t drink. He likes iced coffee, science fiction movies and video games. He’s been giving you a steady stream of two-player video game suggestions all month.

You’re thinking about taking him up on his offer.

He’s so cute, and so smart - he actually helps when you’re studying instead of just saying you’ll get it. The sex is probably the best you’ve ever had. He kisses your forehead when you’re falling asleep and your cheek when you’re waking up. He was in a band when he was younger. He played guitar for you last night.

“You sure I can’t come to that appointment with you? - I can drive, we could grab some lunch after maybe.” Ryan offers as he slips his shirt over his head. Your eyes widen slightly at the suggestion as you swipe powder under your eyes in the mirror.

Ryan still doesn’t know. You just haven’t found a way to work it into the conversation yet. How do you tell your new boyfriend that you’re pregnant with someone else’s baby? - There’s no advice for this kind of situation.

“Um, I’m fine,” You say softly without turning your head towards him. He walks over to where you’re sitting in front of your mirror and meets your gaze through the glass. “Jake wanted to take me. He’s probably already driving up here.”

You aren’t even sure if Bradley’s coming. Jake didn’t mention it and you haven’t spoken to him since that morning. You don’t know if he even remembers when the appointment is.

Ryan nods as he kisses the top of your head.

You swallow. You noticed last night. Staring in the mirror after your midnight shower whilst Ryan was waiting for you in your bed. It’s not much yet. Probably couldn’t even spot it if you weren’t looking for it. Not unless it was someone who knew your body well. But it’s there. The faintest swell, a slight roundness to your lower abdomen.

It’s just going to get bigger and bigger. You’re thirteen weeks now, well - you were on Wednesday. It’s Friday now. Next week you’ll be fourteen weeks. You can’t hide this from Ryan much longer.

He’s so patient with you. You hope he’ll understand. The rational side of your brain tells you to enjoy the time you have left with him, because you know that he’ll freak out and leave.

You can’t keep telling him that your boobs are sore because you’re PMS’ing. That’s been the excuse for three weeks now and still no period - of course, there isn’t going to be one. As he opens his mouth to make another suggestion for when he could next see you, he’s interrupted by the doorbell. Jake. Thank god.

“One sec.” You tell him. You press your lips to his cheek as you stand up and slip past him. If this is the honeymoon phase, then you understand why people pay so much money for stupid weddings. You love this part. Ryan watches, a soft smile on his lips as you leave your room. You cross to the front door and buzz Jake in.

“I love those jeans on you.” Ryan tells you. He’s leaning against the wall, looking at you, his arms folded over his chest. Your lips quirk slightly as heat rises onto your cheeks. You take three steps forwards and let him pull you against his chest. He wraps one arm around your waist, using his other hand to tilt your chin towards him. “You’re so beautiful.”

Maybe it’s the pregnancy hormones, but you feel like you’re going to cry. You read that all those hormones were supposed to fade in the second trimester. Bullshit.

Ryan presses his lips to yours. Delicate, affectionate.

“Eh-hum.”

You turn at the sound of Bradley clearing his throat. You turn sharply, eyes widening. He’s standing in the entryway with the front door still open, a displeased look on his face. He’s wearing sweatpants, a plain white t-shirt and a gold cross on a chain. He’s wearing an eagles cap backwards. He looks like a kid. Not someone’s dad. He’s seeing his baby for the first time and this is what he shows up in.

It’s snowing out and he isn’t even wearing a coat.

“Bradley.” You say his name, you couldn’t stop yourself if you tried to. He looks at you, bored. Upset. Pushed out, perhaps. “Where’s Jake?”

“He’s running late. He’s gonna meet us there.”

Bradley can’t help but notice the confusion on Ryan’s face. It occurs to him early on that Ryan still doesn’t know you’re pregnant. Bradley isn’t happy that he is here - that you’ve spent an entire month with someone else. Ryan’s wondering why your brother’s roommate was invited to a routine check up. Bradley can see it in his face that Ryan doesn’t like him being here.

“Are you ready or what?” Bradley urges. Ryan’s brows tighten slightly. You shoot Bradley a look. He’s still as much of an ass as he was twenty-five days ago.

“No, I need to grab a couple of things,” You answer, still tucked in against Ryan’s chest. “You can wait in the car.”

“I’m good here.” Bradley answers, shutting the door behind him and taking a step inside. You stare at him. He looks at you. He’s daring you to say something in front of Ryan.

You squeeze your palm around Ryan’s softly and let him know you’ll be right back. The clock is ticking from the moment your back turns. You know you can’t leave him with Bradley for too long. You’re right, because the second you’re out of the room, all Bradley can think about is how badly he wants to let your new little boyfriend in on the secret.

Bradley figures it wouldn’t make a great first impression to show up to the doctor’s office arguing, or for you to stop him going all together. Jake made him promise not to be a dick.

“So, you’re uh… over at UVA too?” Ryan attempts conversation, just small talk.

Bradley’s taller than him. He can tell even when he’s standing on the other side of the room. Bradley shrugs his shoulders.

Ryan tolerates the silence for a few seconds, then tries again.

“What’s your major?”

Bradley turns his head and narrows his eyes at your boyfriend. Ryan’s wearing a sweater and jeans. Bradley thinks his hair looks stupid. You think Ryan’s dark curls are beautiful. Bradley shoves one hand into his pocket.

“So, you like her?” You’re all they’ll ever have in common. You’re the only thing that Bradley’s interested in talking to him about. Ryan isn’t phased by Bradley’s question, he assumes that since your brother isn’t here, he’s getting the protective older brother talk from the substitute.

“She’s incredible, right?” Ryan smiles. Bradley stares at him, deadpan.

Your cheeks are flushed when you return. Rushing around your room to grab your things is already proving harder as you move into the second trimester.

“Ready!” You declare, interrupting their conversation to the best of your ability.

Bradley pulls his keys from his pocket. Ryan walks downstairs with the two of you in uncomfortable silence. He gets the feeling that you don’t like Bradley very much. You kiss him and tell him you’ll see him later as Bradley crosses to get into the driver’s side of his stupid, blue car.

“What an asshole.” You know that Bradley wanted to hear you say it because he waited until you were in the passenger seat to speak. He turns the engine on and waits for you to buckle your seatbelt.

“You mean you? - Yeah, tell me about it.” You mutter, voice dripping with sarcasm. The belt catches. You grit your teeth and tug it harder. It catches again.

“You have to stop pulling-“

“Shut up.” You demand. Bradley rolls his eyes and pulls away from the curb without waiting any longer. You clip the belt in.

Bradley makes it two minutes before he makes another off-handed comment.

“He’s kinda short.” Bradley announces.

“Stop it.” You sigh.

He shrugs his shoulders, stopping at a red light and drumming his fingers on the wheel. You turn the radio down. He shoots you a look. You’re going to kill Jake for leaving you with him.

“What do you see in him anyway?” Bradley demands.

You want to bite your tongue. You really do. Sometimes things just don’t pan out that way.

“He’s the best fuck I’ve ever had.” You answer simply. Bradley shuts up. You both drive in almost silence. For a couple of minutes anyway. He pulls into a parking space and looks across at you. You can tell he’s been waiting to say whatever’s on his mind.

“You give bad blowjobs.” He tells you calmly. Your lips part as he opens his door, steps out and slams it behind him. You follow him out of the car, furious.

“That’s bullshit.” You tell him.

His back is to you as he heads for the door. He pulls it open and turns to look at you, “Care to prove me wrong?”

You roll your eyes and walk past him. Bradley follows you in. He shoves both hands into his pockets as you walk confidently up to the receptionist. He glances around at the leaflets on the walls, the linoleum floor, the plastic waiting room chairs. Bradley hates the doctor. He hates the way it smells in here. Those dull lights and the sound they make.

“Hey.” You nudge him, shaking your head softly. He’s busy looking around instead of listening. “We have to sit down. They’ll call us.”

Bradley nods. He follows you to the corner of the waiting room and sits next to you. There’s a cancer leaflet on the wall. He shifts uncomfortably in his seat and considers provoking you further just to get his mind off of how uncomfortable he is. You aren’t phased at all, playing on your phone. You’re busy texting Jake and telling him to hurry up and get his stupid ass over here before you kill his roommate.

“So do we find out what it is today?” Bradley asks.

“I don’t think it is anything yet.” You answer him. He pulls a confused face. “I’m pretty sure they don’t have, like, genitals yet.”

Bradley pulls out his phone and begins googling.

“No, they have genitals. Just says that it’s easier to tell what they are later.” He explains. The bickering from the car is left behind for a moment. You lean across to look at his phone. He turns the screen to show you.

You nod softly, then lift your gaze to look at him.

“Do you have a preference?” You ask him. Bradley turns his attention from the screen and looks at you. He considers the question for a moment. Truthfully, he can’t see himself with either a son or a daughter. He has no idea what to expect from either. He shakes his head.

“I don’t think so. Do you?” He asks. He sits back in his chair and parts his knees. The sick feeling in his stomach subsides with you to distract him.

“No.” You agree. You rest a hand on your stomach, “Doesn’t matter.”

Bradley fiddles with his watch, biting the inside of his cheek as he looks over your hand resting over the waistband of your jeans.

“Have you thought about names?” He asks.

“Yeah. Have you?” You look at him and raise your eyebrows. He frowns at you, as if you’ve left him behind in the decision-making process.

“No.”

There’s a couple of seconds of silence whilst you check for an update from Jake. Nothing. Bradley stares at the ceiling. He considers if he may be a bad dad already for not thinking of names. He’s been thinking about the baby all month. That has to count for something. He just didn’t want to overstep and come at you with a name. He figured you would do that together.

“What names do you like?” He asks softly.

“I was thinking maybe Quentin for a boy-“

“No.” Bradley interrupts.

“Why not?” You frown at him. He shrugs his shoulders.

“Quentin Bradshaw? - Doesn’t sound right.” He explains. You raise an eyebrow at him.

“Yeah, well, luckily - Quentin Seresin sounds just fine.” You answer with a soft scoff, turning your attention back to your phone. Bradley turns his head towards you and frowns, scrunching his brows disapprovingly.

“We didn’t agree to go with your name.” He frowns.

“We didn’t agree to go with yours either.” You remind him. It’s clear to the both of you that this has the potential to turn into an all out argument right here in the waiting room if the two of you continue.

Luckily, you’re interrupted. Your name is called by a friendly looking nurse. You check your phone and take one final look outside of Jake’s car. Bradley follows you into the doctor’s office. He hasn’t been into an actual doctor’s office in like two years. He watches the way you walk in with ease, the way you smile at the doctor and introduce her to him.

He takes his seat beside the exam bed and you catch a glimpse at how much he has paled.

Bradley keeps his eyes on the ground. You unbutton your jeans and push them down to your underwear line, lifting your shirt just enough.

Bradley’s gaze falters. He isn’t checking you out. It’s just something he notices. His eyes widen slightly at the difference. It’s faint. But he knows it’s there. A faint roundness to your physique, different from last time he saw your stomach.

It’s really there. A hint of a bump. A glimpse of what’s to come. Bradley swallows and wonders when this happened. When, in the last twenty-five days, had this started to happen? - What else had he missed? - What else was he going to miss?

“What?” You press him.

Bradley realises he has been caught staring. He shakes his head, stumbling for words.

“Nothing. Nothing,” He breathes. He sits back in his chair, “Just… it’s really - you’re - I just - you’re starting to show.”

You ignore his observation and turn your attention to the woman entering the room.

“Are you excited?” It’s a loaded question. The ultrasound tech catches the way the two of you glance at each other. She giggles softly and squeezes your hand. “Scared?”

“Shitless.” You agree with a smile. Bradley lets out a breath of relief. You’ve been acting so natural about all this, he thought it was just him that was losing his mind over this. He watches as you flinch from the coolness of the jelly on your abdomen, and then his eyes are on the screen. He’s expecting a little blob.

A blur. Something hard to spot. His lips part slightly as the tech focuses in on it. It’s fairly unmistakable. Arms. Legs. Weirdly big head. He leans forwards slightly, brows furrowing. You glance across at him.

He’s focusing so hard. You can practically see him freaking out on the inside. He’s barely blinking.

You’re busy watching his face. You flinch at the feeling of his cool skin against your warm hand. His palm slips into yours, linking his fingers between yours.

“This is your baby’s heartbeat.”

You squeeze Bradley’s hand in yours softly. It’s strong and loud. The sound fills your ears. You stare at the screen. Two arms and two legs. Huge head. Damn Bradshaw genes.

Your brows furrow slightly, you look over at the technician for reassurance, “This is good, right?”

She smiles softly, catching an equally afraid look on Bradley’s face. She nods her head calmly at you.

“Everything’s perfect. You’re doing a great job, Mommy.” She pats your knee softly. Your eyes widen. “I’m going to give the two of you a minute and I’ll be back in, we can talk about your second trimester and your next appointment.”

Your heart thuds in your chest, though it isn’t anywhere near as fast as the baby’s.

Bradley leans into you as the door closes behind her.

“Mommy.” He comments teasingly. You turn towards him and smile, letting out a soft laugh. You wonder if he can tell how afraid you are.

He brushes his thumb softly over the back of your hand. Both of you watch the screen in silence.

“Do you think its head is really going to look like that?” You whisper. Almost like asking it too loudly would make you a bad mother. Bradley breaks into a laugh beside you, grinning in relief.

“For your sake, I hope not.” He agrees.

You smile. Bradley kisses your knuckles softly.

“Is it weird that I think they’re kinda cute?” Bradley asks softly.

“Even in black and white? - You can’t see their face.” You point out, tilting your head at the screen. It makes your heart swell, but it’s hardly a cute baby face.

“Yeah.” Bradley confirms.

Your hand sits comfortably in his for the remainder of the appointment, his thumb swiping soothingly over the back of your fist. For a while, it feels like you really are doing this together. Like you aren’t just two college kids who were fighting like children in the car outside. Like this might work out.

You slip your palm out of his as you catch sight of Jake in the waiting room.

Jake stands the moment he sees you.

“I’m so sorry I missed it! I tried to get here, I’m sorry.” Jake pulls you into a tight hug. You smile into his shoulder and squeeze him, pushing back. Jake’s brows furrow slightly as you press something into his palm. He takes the paper and lifts it curiously. You giggle as his jaw drops open. His hand immediately moves to rest against your stomach as he eyeballs the sonogram picture.

Bradley’s lips quirk slightly at Jake’s excitement.

“We’re really doing this!” Jake chuckles, bemused. Bradley laughs softly. Jake takes a couple of minutes to go between checking the picture and looking excitedly between you and Bradley.

“Wait, we should…” Jake hands you the picture and pulls his phone from his pocket. “Stand together, lift it up.”

“No, Jake, I-“

You look at Bradley for support, finding none. He’s clearly on Jake’s side. He smiles and tucks you under his arm. Bradley rests his cheek on top of your head, holding the picture in front of your stomach as Jake angles the camera on his phone. You rest an arm around Bradley’s back, smiling sheepishly. Jake grins at the picture before him.

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Easing His Tension (Geto Suguru x Reader)

Contains: role swapping, oral (m receiving), somnophillia, riding, piv sex, choking, edging, orgasm denial, grinding, dirty talk, established relationship, reader tries to take control of Geto.

Hello~ I hope everyone else likes the idea of riding Suguru because I know I can't get the thought out of my head. I also like the idea of having him beg, but had trouble figuring out how to do that so I shoved it in (lol) the only way I know how, via hopefully not too silly dialogue! Please reblog or comment if you like it. I love and appreciate everyone that's interacted with my stuff.

The first thing you noticed upon waking was the strong arm slung around your midsection. Suguru's hand splayed out under your sleep shirt and pressing you back into his warm body. His warmth comforting, like a personal heater anyone would crave on a cold morning.

Glancing to the clock on the wall you remembered that today he didn't have anything scheduled til evening. With neither of you having any morning obligations, you see that he'd opted to stay in bed instead of getting up for his normal morning work out.

Whatever the reason, you were happy to wake with Suguru next to you. Feeling his even breathing on the back of your neck made you shiver. A light noise of sleepy contentment left his throat as the hand on your stomach pressed you tighter against him.

The feeling moved past comfort when you felt his hips shift against your ass, grinding his clothed semi-hard cock into your plush flesh. You knee he was still asleep, it must have just been a normal morning erection.

You rarely indulged him so early in the morning. Both of you too busy with obligations to uphold Suguru's ambitious plans. The chance to be intimate in the morning reminded you of when you were first got together and his 'morning workouts' had turned into marathon sex. You smiled at the memory.

He had been much softer with you as of late, as if he was more worn out with the way things were going around the temple. As fall crept its way into winter you found yourself seeing less and less of him outside of plans for the future. Time and all the curses he'd been consuming clearly a burden only once he stepped into your shared room.

Perhaps that had something to do with why he was here with you now? You wondered if he hadn't planned sleeping in into his routine today as a way to relax. Even a cult leader needed to recharge every now and again. Pressing back against his body again, you thought of a way to show him your appreciation and also relieve some of his stress.

Placing your hand atop his, you lifted it slightly so you could slide out from under it. He whined slightly, brow furrowing cutely in his sleep at the movement. You lay on your side for a moment to observe him, making sure he stayed asleep.

You didn't get to see him so relaxed often, taking a moment to fully appreciate his beauty.

In his sleep Suguru palmed around where you had just been before he stretched and rolled onto his back. Convenient for you and your plans, it was also good to see him so comfortable.

You slowly peeled back the covers, again pausing to appreciate his muscular form clad in just a pair of skin tight boxer shorts. You run your hand across his thigh and his leg spreads toward your touch. The idea of him seeking the comfort of your touch made your heart swell.

Gently you crawled down the bed and parted his legs further, nestling yourself between his strong thighs. Every movement measured as to not wake him accidentally.

Bringing your hand up slowly, you lightly caress the semi-hard cock through the thin material. Suguru sighed above you as you softly rubbed at the growing bulge.

Growing impatient and aroused yourself, you pull the fabric down to allow his cock to spring up, slapping against his pelvis as it stood erect. You waited a moment, to see if he reacted at all. When it was clear he was going to stay asleep, you continued sliding his boxers down so that his balls were also exposed and right in front of your face.

The smell of his natural scent mixed with the soap he'd used last night made your mouth water almost as much as the sight before you.

Holding the thick cock in your hand made your guts stir with arousal. Something about how your fingers couldn't wrap all the way around it made your pussy ache to have him buried inside of you.

Slowly stroking him you kissed at his balls before licking up from the base of his cock, following the vein up to the bulbous pink tip. Tongue swiping over the slit before swirling the head in your mouth, suckling lightly.

You sucked more of his length into your mouth, causing him to moan above you. Normally Suguru kept his noises in, only audibly moaning when he was fucking into you. So the soft sounds from his lips went straight to making you even wetter.

Though his breathing had sped up and he slightly rolled his hips up to meet you, you could tell he was still sleeping.

Your hand moved to the base of his cock as you kept filling your mouth with him. His cock was only half way in when you felt the tip bump against the back of your throat.

A hand worked its way into your hair and you felt his shallow thrusts pick up. There was no rhythm, Suguru was blindly chasing the heat of your mouth. You moaned around his cock as you took him into your throat.

Suguru loved to fuck your throat, you loved it too but usually he was so forceful. This time as you felt your nose nestle against the patch of dark curls at the base of his cock you wanted to try and take it slower. Lazily stroking his hip bones as you swallowed around his full length.

You were so accustomed to his brutal pace, being in control like this barely caused you to gag. Though you could still feel the spit leaking out the side of your mouth and pooling at the base.

A breathy moan of your name spilled from his lips. Not stopping, even out of a care to not wake him, you picked up the pace a little. You kept pressing your nose down into his curls as you felt him blocking your airways over and over again.

The soft moans and panting grew in volume as you continued to worship Suguru. You could feel his cock throbbing in your mouth, in your throat. He was close to climax and since he was still asleep, he couldn't hold back. You slid a hand from his hips to lightly massage his balls. They felt heavy, full of the release you were trying to milk out of him.

You kicked up the pace, sloppily sucking at the cock in your mouth. His thrusting into your mouth sped up too, still very uneven but the effort fanned the flames inside of you and kept you going.

A choked, loud moan was the only warning you had when you felt your mouth fill with his hot cum. The hand on your head pressed you down and the moans turned to whimpers of your name as you swallowed every drop and continued to suck at the sensitive cock.

"Fuck~ it's too much," Suguru choked out as he tugged at your hair. Before letting him pull your head up, you took his full length into your mouth one more time, just to make sure you'd gotten everything he had to offer. As you pulled away you rested your head on his thigh and looked up at him.

Suguru's blissed out face smiled back at you. His cheeks flush and a bit of drool at the corner of his mouth. You loved seeing him so raw and open, his love for you on full display in the way he looked at you.

You swore you felt your heart skip a beat as he held out his arms to you. Crawling up on top of him you collapsed on his chest, knowing already that he was strong enough to support you. With his arms wrapping around your body to press you tight against him, you knew this was where you were meant to be.

"Thank you for waking me so sweetly," Suguru said teasingly before kissing you deeply. You knew he loved tasting himself on your tongue. The rush from sucking his cock was overshadowed by the desire that filled your veins at the kiss you shared.

Suguru's kisses were always deep but the passion in the way his tongue twinned with yours felt different this time. Every press of his lips to yours messier than the last, you felt yourself moan into the kiss as his palms slid up your back under your shirt.

"You just seemed- so stressed out lately- I wanted to pamper you," you said between kisses.

"That's why I love you so much. You're so thoughtful for me," Suguru said as he pressed his forehead against yours, taking a moment to breathe.

You pressed a kiss to his cheek before moving down to kiss at his neck. Sucking the hot flesh between your teeth and nibbling on it gently.

Suguru's hands moved to your hips, they rested on the plush flesh and played with the lace panties against your skin. He groaned as you sucked a mark into his skin, pulling at the lace in response. The pressure he put on your panties caused them to rip on one side. The tearing sound making you look up at him.

Before you could say anything, his hands moved behind you, tearing the fabric more, allowing him to pull the remnants of your panties off of your body without moving you.

You sat up, pressing your now bare pussy against his still hard cock. He gasped at the warm wetness of your folds, he was still so sensitive.

Taking his hands into yours, you moved them up, pressing them into the pillow beside his head. Even though you knew he could break your hold in an instant, the thrill of pinning Suguru down made you almost wetter than having his cock in your throat.

"Let me take care of you, Master Geto," you whispered down at him, winking. The smirk on his face tells you he appreciated your playful words. The two of you rarely brought his title into the bedroom, but by the twitch of his cock against your folds you could tell he liked it.

Lifting your hands, you sat upright. Suguru played along and kept his hands where you'd placed them. He watched as you pulled the oversized shirt from your body, revealing more of your plush flesh and your breasts to him.

Suguru licked his lips, staring up at you as you taunted him with not being able to touch your body. You loved your own view as well, his flush face and sweat slick muscles below you. Grinding down onto his cock, your clit against it felt so good. You were aching to have him inside you.

You'd wanted to tease him for a while longer, to hear him beg to be inside of you. It wasn't something he would normally do, preferring to hear you beg for him. Maybe it was time to keep trying new things.

"Sugu~ could you do something for me?" you asked, trying to sound a little commanding, but you couldn't help the waver in your voice. You didn't want to outright tell him to do something though, not out of fear of upsetting him. More that there was so much appeal in being submissive to him that the idea of ordering him around was dizzying.

Suguru nodded up at you, waiting for your question with his arms still by his head. He looked so beautiful like this. You ground down on him harder, feeling the head of his thick cock catching on your entrance before sliding it back to rub against your clit.

"I want to hear you beg for me," you hoped he would understand what you meant without having to explain it. It was something you did all the time, a simple request.

His facial expression changed quickly. You knew he was a good manipulator, any good leader would be, but this was something else.

Like a switch had flipped inside him, the mask of cockiness he wore fell; a desperate look adorning his face. With his long hair splayed out, arms up, and a pout on his lips, he looked like he belonged in some type of amateur porn. It was downright sinful.

"Oh please baby, please let me put my cock inside you. Anything, even just the tip- I need you," Suguru's normally commanding voice broke into a desperate breathy plea. Heat rushed to your face and to your core at his words. You swore you saw the edge of a smirk reappear on his face before he licked his lips again.

You slipped a hand down to angle his thick cock into your aching pussy. Both of you moaned as the tip slipped in, you from the stretch and him from the stimulation of having already came.

"Baby you're so wet for me, pleas give me more of your pussy. I know I said just the tip but I want you to make me fill you up," He begged as you slowly slid down his cock. No matter how many times you took him inside, the stretch was always so overwhelming at first.

Feeling his cock finally bottom out buried deep in your pussy, you waited for a moment to catch your breath. Grinding your hips slowly, rubbing your clit against his pelvis as his cock rubbed against your walls and most sensitive spots.

You moaned, leaning back, hands grasping his thighs to allow you to roll your hips easier. The feeling of his cock throbbing inside of you as if silently urging you to bounce on him.

Growing impatient he started to lightly thrust up into you. You simply pressed down on his thighs harder and clenched around him as you pleasured yourself with his body.

Suguru was finished humoring you though, his hands quickly moving from the pillow to your hips as he used his strength to lift and bounce your body on his cock. You gasped at the sudden feeling of him splitting you open and fucking up into you.

You brought your hands to rest on top of his on your hips to keep steady as you took over and started fully fucking yourself on him. The pace you set wasn't as unforgiving as his normally was, but it didn't need to be as fast with as deep and powerful the thrusts were.

His hands gripped you harder, you could feel him moving your body faster. It was obvious that he just wanted to rut into your body violently, but you still wanted to treat him. You still wanted to have more control.

Yanking his hands from your hips you pressed them back into the pillow beside his head. Now leaning over him to hold his arms down, you used the angle to push his cock further inside your soaked pussy. Both of you moaned at the new position, it was almost enough to push him over the edge with how sensitive he felt.

"You want me to fill you up? Please let me paint your pussy with my cum," Suguru panted as he tried to stay in line with what you'd asked. His cheeks red and the way his cock throbbed inside of you let you know how close he was.

You slowed your hips, pressing him deep inside of you and barely doing more than grinding on him again. The frustrated look on his beautiful face was worth it. You loved seeing him so disheveled, you bunched his wrists together above his head and held them there as you leaned down right above his lips.

"You're going to cum when I want you to. Let me take care of you Sugu," you said before kissing him again. His lips immediately parting to allow you to lick your way into his mouth. You slowly started to rock your hips more, the feeling of his thick cock gently rubbing your walls almost too much for you.

Keeping one hand on his wrists above his head, you brought the other to his chest. Using the hard muscle to steady yourself, you slowly started fucking him with more vigor.

Suguru moaned into your mouth, the way your pussy squeezed him too much after you stopped his orgasm. He was listening to you though, forcing himself to hold back from spilling inside your heat.

At this point you just wanted to make yourself cum first, and you were close. The feeling of Suguru under and inside of you pushing you nearer to that edge. That he was letting you take him over in such a way turned you on so much, the pleasure on his face and his moans as you fucked him making your blood boil with lust.

He looked so helpless under you, no one would believe this was the special grade Geto Suguru, especially with how flush and fucked out he looked.

You pulled your mouth from his, his lips trying to follow but the hand on his chest keeping him down. Lifting yourself up further, the new angle allowing you to press him as deep as possible, you could feel your body shaking with the pleasure he was bringing you. The way his thick cock bullied your cervix had you slamming your hips into his as you rode out your orgasm.

The feeling of your pussy milking his cock, you knew he wasn't going to be able to hold on.

Sliding the hand on his chest up, you wrapped your hand around his neck and squeezed. Your hand too small to do any serious damage, but the sensation paired with you pussy begging to be filled ripped a second orgasm from him.

Suguru made a choked sound you think was supposed to be your name, he tried to gasp as he painted your womb with more cum than you expected for his second release in an hour.

You kept riding him through his orgasm, loving the way he whimpered below you and how his cock twitched inside you. The look in his eye so desperate and drunk on pleasure.

Slowly lowering yourself, you buried your head in his neck as your hips came to a stop. You kept his cock buried inside of you and just rested against his body, the both of you panting at the force of your orgasm.

His hands finally made their way back to your hips, holding you firmly against him as he rolled the two of you onto your sides. He was careful to stay fully inside of you he lay slightly on top of you. One hand came up to your face and brushed your hair back so he could look into your eyes.

Suguru kissed your forehead before holding your head against him and laying back against the pillows. He yawned into your hair before speaking.

"Thank you baby, I needed that. Now lets get some more rest before I show you who's really in charge of when we both get to finish. It seems I've neglected you long enough that you need a reminder."